Daily Changes 3: Mouse
#3 of Daily Changes
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Everett sat at the back of the club. The ecstacy was taking its sweet time kicking in. Sweating a bit he clutched at his phone and thought about texting his dealer a question or three. Lights seemed to grow brighter as he started feeling light headed. Breathing heavy he tried to get in touch.
You sure this stuff works?
Just give it time dude, kicks in slower but harder than the usual stuff.
Taking forever, he meant to type before his phone went all white. Slapping at it with his thumbs seemed to produce no good results with the phone. DC appeared with a flourish across the screen much to his confusion. It was not an app he could recall downloading, but whatever it was he was not interested in fixing it. Pocketing it with an abnormally hairy hand he started to unbutton his shirt to combat the sweat.
As the MDMA bit so too did the changes. Everett found himself rubbing his hand against his chest. It was easy to write the feeling of smooth white fur running between his fingers as an effect of the drug. Partly because the drugs were making said chest rubbing all the more pleasurable. As his body shrunk the circulatory system went with it, and the impact of the drug grew more extreme than ever before. The usual effect on textures was heightened by the alien nature of these textures. Of this mouse fur sprouting across his naked chest. Both hands rubbing now.
Down down down trailed the increasingly clawed hands, following the fur as if to spread it all over. Grasping at his cock he felt more than one oddity at play. The usual softness egged on by ecstacy was gone, but perhaps more strangely the cock had thinned out to a fine point. A reduction in size and newfound frenulum allowed him to maintain an entirely unnatural erection. The drugs and the transformation together left him in a blissful state for a while.
The mumbling from his phone to the side scarcely registered to his rounding ears as he undressed. With his phone flopping out onto the booth he kicked off much of his clothing and rolled his white furred back over against the camera as he jerked away and shrank and jerked away. Rubbing and squeaking and shrinking down into ecstatic bliss as his new form fell into place. A length tail popped free with ease under all the nudity, extending out to fullness to accompany the oncoming climax.
With a final moaning cry he spilled the last of his humanity over his belly and the camera to his back. Turning over just to rub against the cold comforting surface below. Mounting and thrusting down against it he spent himself again and again. The ecstacy of both the change and the drugs intermingling to produce a near constant state of arousal which put his new balls into overtime. After a few hours the phone even broke from the excess fluids, but not before capturing most of it on camera.