"I'd like to try something totally different. An animal in the wild, no humans around. Herbivore so I don't have to kill anything but grass. But not small. Can you do something like that?"
Runt frowned a moment. "I can't adjust reality, because then you wouldn't exist and I wouldn't have an apartment to stay in. But I can always take over your identity! That works really well!"
"Wait a minute!" I protested. "I don't want it to be permanent. Just long enough to see what it's like."
He nodded. "Wild animal, no people, no killing, and be there just long enough to see what the new experience is like?"
"Yeah." I smiled. "That sounds about... baaaaaaaa."
The bleat that came from my mouth startled me almost as much as the total change of surroundings. I was on a craggy mountaintop with about a dozen bighorn sheep. I twisted around to look at myself. A dozen OTHER bighorn sheep. And Runt. He sat on a nearby rock and grinned. "This meet your expectations?"
After I got over the shock, I was really pretty happy. This body felt wonderful, if strange. I could move on four legs easily, and had a lot of energy. Grass tasted like, well, grass, but I found it pleasant. However, things got sort of boring after maybe 30 minutes. Runt kept watching me, and even though I could not talk, he guessed my feelings. "Yeah, not much to it yet. But now comes the really new experience." He grinned as I shivered from a powerful sensation that left me feeling oddly hot and slick and anxious. I squatted and peed, then realized the urine had come out the back. I was a female! And as the slick feeling in my rump increased, I realized I was in heat. Given the closeness of the herd, the lead male noticed me right away, and it took some scampering to stay ahead of his amorous attentions. Runt chuckled. "No new experiences that way." I stopped as strong instincts told me I should let the male cover me. It was confusing, but then it didn't matter. That delay was all the male needed. I felt him hit my rump, prod a couple of times, and then score a direct hit. The rush of pleasure and instinct washed away all my concerns, and each thrust seemed to focus me in on the mating more and more. He built to a climax quickly, and then I bleated with him as we both came.
I kicked idly as the young male tried to lip at my udder. It was time he grazed instead of nursed, and I scampered away from him. He gave an annoyed bleat, then started pulling up grass. We were on a high grassy plain, and memories hit me all at once. The mature lamb was mine. I had carried it and birthed it, then raised it until it was weaned. I remembered every minute of being a bighorn sheep from the moment the ram had mounted me until now. I had been an animal! Thoughts were different, far simpler. Time had passed without my being aware of anything but changing temperatures and the dark and light periods. Runt had been true to his word. I had been an animal, been mounted and given birth. But what now? I could feel the slickness and knew I was in heat again. Did I want to repeat the experience? The male seemed intent on getting me knocked up, and the memories of being a ewe were potent enough that I wasn't sure I minded. The male was eager, and since I was hesitant, he was able to cover me quickly. But this time his prod found a different target and I cried out in pain as he drove in and also nearly flattened me with his weight. The male was confused, but still thrust in rapidly and came while gasped and braced myself with my arms. When the ram yanked free, I scrambled forward on hands and knees while he bleated in confusion and the herd bolted away from the naked human suddenly in their midst. Runt was there again, laughing as I stood up awkwardly, bighorn sheep cum running down my legs.
And then we were back in my apartment. Or I think it was my apartment. The walls were painted, there was new furniture and a wide-screen TV, and nice carpet. The window and its view were the same. It was sunny outside. Runt flopped back in a leather recliner. "Welcome back!"
I looked around. "You were sure busy."
"Well, it's been over a year. I figured you wouldn't mind me freshening up the place."
"A year!?" I gasped, but then remembered the long line of sheep memories. "My job!"
"Is great." Runt grinned and shifted, and suddenly I was looking at myself. Well, a better version of myself. Trim and clean-shaven, wearing designer clothes. "You're the restaurant manager now. The regional office is looking at you for a big promotion. Seems that for the past year, your restaurant has grown like magic!" He chuckled. "Anyway. I kept everything going for you, but it's your call. You want to go back to the herd? I can send you back for good."
"No, thanks. Once is enough. But if you can be me, that means I can be whatever I want and you are safe."
Runt rolled his eyes. "Don't count on me sticking with the fast food business. But yeah, I'll keep your life going. What do you want next?"