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Sneak Thief

Creak! The swollen wood in the window frame complained while Jack's crowbar wrenched it open. Nearby fireworks continued to explode nearby, muffling the noise. "Besides," Jack thought, "the old bitch is deaf," as he squeezed through the now-open window, plunging sneaker-first into the dark cellar.

Smoothing down his black hoodie, Jack fumbled for his lighter. He felt his heart racing, wondering what he'd find - or what would find him - upstairs. The excitement spread into his nether regions, his cock's warm flesh pulsing by his leg making him twitch. "Not the time," he grumbled; every time his legs shifted, his erection would throb harder, dripping musky fluids into his sweatpants.

An old, damp couch looked enticing; Jack decided he wasn't going to concentrate until he relieved himself. "Looks comfortable enough," he half-lied, sinking down into the couch in the dark, only punctuated by bursts of light from the fireworks through the open window.

Jack's dick sprung out immediately as his sweatpants sank to his ankles. "Should have worn boxers," he thought, biting his lips to stifle the burst of sensation as his glistening cock bobbed about in the heavy air. Even his balls were throbbing in desperation. Everything seemed bigger, too, and slipperier; his cock continued to leak profusely in excitement. Both Jack's hands toyed with himself, sinking deeper into the couch's cushioned surface.

Spreading his legs wide, Jack jerked off, breath heaving his torso upwards. Hunger to get off gnawed away at his caution: getting rid of the stuff swelling his sack was more important. One hand rubbed his nuts, barely aware his pubes were falling out of the thickening, expanding skin. An upward stroke caught against the thick ring of skin slowly creeping up his shaft; that too got ignored.

Fluids poured out, splattering over his sagging clothes and oozing over his deforming, gnarled fingers when his hand squeezed the tip of his pointed, hard cock. Letting go of his balls, Jack tugged up his hoodie, tucking the fabric under the bristling flesh of his extending chin. His cock shuddered, clear liquid splattering over his exposed T-shirt; the droplets showing where the skin underneath was darkening with itchy, sprouting hairs. One of his pointed fingers traced down the underside of his cock, feeling the fluid pumping up the length of his manhood.

With his cock-tip inching closer to the nose on the end of his growing muzzle, Jack couldn't avoid breathing in the thick, heavy aroma pouring off of it. His sagging clothes felt heavy and uncomfortable, the material weighing him down and entangling the coarse hairs bristling out of his body.

Jack knew things weren't right, but the thrum of electricity from his almost-incessant stroking couldn't be stopped. Each tug caused more fluid to pour out, his cock a pipe for the factory in his sack, working to turn his body into something else. The long, pink rod jutting out of the thick sheath was completely different from the dick he'd come in with, but it still felt good when he claw-like hands touched it, so he couldn't stop.

One at a time, he freed his already-distorted arms from the too-big sleeves; he couldn't stop masturbating, but it felt more comfortable having his arms sliding against his warm body, bristling with fur, so he switched paws momentarily, until he could use both to fondle himself as his hoodie sank around him. His gnarled toes twitched, Jack's legs flicking upwards as his changes freed him from his shoes, socks and pants.

That's when the rats came: his expanding ears could hear them, his damp nose just able to smell them over his own scent. Claws scrabbling against the smooth, stony floor, chittering and squeaking in excitement. Jack started smelling them, too, their scents exciting him further. Barely able to think, he started to squeak, calling them over towards him.

Attracted by his fluids, the rats scrabbled over the couch, swarming towards Jack. Undeterred, he continued to masturbate, even as he felt the rats' weight tugging on the fabric surrounding him. By the time they found him, he was almost looking forward to it: he could smell their excitement for himself.

The rats started to lick his body, tasting the fluids his balls seemed to produce from the mass he'd lost as he became one of them. Frustrated, he batted at them with his forelegs: he couldn't jerk off any more, and his cock ached for attention.

Jack's frustration didn't last long. One busied himself lapping up the fluids that had dribbled down over his oversized balls, the thin, long tongue sliding into Jack's hole, making the new rat's tail shudder out with another spurt of growth. Another jumped on top of Jack, resting his musky sack against Jack's snout, the rat's increasingly-comparable body pushing down, Jack's cock sliding into the rat's mouth. Others lapped at what length was left exposed.

Body shuddering, Jack sniffed in heavily, his already foggy mind clouding further. The rats probed and licked, helping to drain away the rest of Jack's humanity, as more and more fluid gushed out of him and over the pile of rats. Amongst all the warm rodent bodies, Jack squirmed, unable to control what was happening to him. Even if he had the will to fight back, he was too unused to his new body to physically do so.

That quickly changed, as suddenly he felt a potent surge shock him. Rat semen burst out of his cock, clearing his shaft of the rest of the fluid he'd been producing. The shock delivered a powerful kick to his brain, leaving him a mindless blob of orgasming fur and cum for a moment. Fireworks erupted in his head: rat instincts started to coalesce from the blob, as his mind started to rebuild based on his new body.

After the harrowing ordeal, his stomach rumbled. The other rats continued to lick him, but he shook them off. He remembered now: he came here to steal food.