"Oh, you're adorable," cooed little Emily home from her violin recital.
"I've always wanted a kitty cat. Stacy told me she'd have a surprise for me when I got back from the recital. I guess you're it. Maybe I should call you "Slicker" because you're rubber like my slicker."
Brad is immobile unable to resist his little sister's grasp. She picks him up by one arm, the vibrator rolls forward on the bed.
"Ooooh, maybe you talk!" Emily grabs the vibrator, and forces it back inside rubber kitty. Seams rip. Brad is mentally being torn apart by the now seemingly giant vibrator. Brad cannot be more then 10 inches from hind paw to ears, and the vibrator is at least 7 inches. Emily struggles with vibrator, and turns it on. Instantly Brad feels the changes. He is regaining some control. He is growing.
"I'm alive!" Brad shouts, but his joy is short lived. Instead of his own visage, a giant anthropomorphic black rubber cat stares back at him from Stacy's mirror.
"Slicker, you're alive!" beams Emily.