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It didn't matter how many times the Doctor tried to pronounce or spell the condition, Trevor still couldn't find it on Google, let alone say it.

"What's more miraculous is that you didn't spread it to anyone who even looked at you." It must not have been easy fitting her tail in the hazmat suit, but she refused to do the home visit until she was properly outfitted.

"Is it that bad Doc?" Trevor did his best to restrain himself from scratching but even just rubbing into random surfaces provided some respite from the itching. It was embarrassing and undignified, especially in front of his family doctor that he had seen since he was just a kit.

"It could be a lot worse but fortunately I brought along a remedy." She rummaged through one of her bags and produced a tray of nondescript tubes. "Application is simple enough. Apply it directly to your skin whenever it itches. Keep applying until it stops itching and you're cured." Trevor nodded until an uncomfortable realization popped into head.

"Um, Doc, not sure if you noticed but I'm uh, pretty furry." He fluffed up his chest and arms to make a point of things. But when her expression didn't change he felt his heart sink while she just nodded her head.

"I can get a unit from the hospital over. You're not the first case this year, and probably not the last so they got a pretty efficient system going. Even someone like you can be shaved down in about 5 minutes, they quarantine you in your own room, and a nurse will be there to rub you down with a press of a button." Trevor just squirmed.

"Is it possible to do this privately? I'd rather take care of myself in the comfort of my own home. Have as few people as possible to see me in my current condition." The doctor raised an eyebrow.

"Listen Trevor, we're on the cusp of an epidemic here and it's my job as a medical professional to worry about keeping everyone safe. Not just you, and certainly not just your comfort." She had already begun packing her things as Trevor began to panic. "But if you can find someone in the next 24 hours to help you and your condition I am allowed to keep you isolated in your home." He allowed himself a small sigh of relief.

"Good luck finding anyone though. It's not a pleasant job and it's not easy. Again, you have 24 hours otherwise before I'm legally required to call a squad over and they're a lot less gentle than you'd like." And just like that, she was gone, leaving Trevor alone with his thoughts and his itching.

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Even under regular circumstances it was difficult to find help for regular things, let alone a medical emergency like this. Even worse, people who were initially receptive balked and made excuses once the nature of his predicament was made clear. As the hours slipped away Trevor's panic began to ramp up.

And then suddenly a tapping at the front door.

First relief, perhaps aid had finally come. But then the panic immediately returned when he realized that the last thing he wanted to do was infect his newfound savior. And then the adrenaline hit and he didn't know what to feel when he realized the individual simply came inside. In his haste to call for help he had forgotten to lock the door after the Doctor had left.

"Yo! Trev, you home?"

"Uh... Uh... Uh?!" As if he couldn't get any more flustered his unexpected visitor came around the corner and Trevor found himself face-to-face with all 200 pounds of muscle Cameron.

"You don't look so good my Dude." Cameron smirked and perhaps it was a good thing Trevor was so furry otherwise you could have seen his beet red cheeks. While it was clear that business casual Cameron had just left the office Trevor was sitting in his underwear nervously trying to cover up his scratching.

"I got your voicemail my guy, so I stopped and grabbed some supplies before making my way here." Several grocery bags were filled to bursting and simply hefting them up allowed Cameron to not so subtly flex one massive bicep. "No need to worry though, I can't get your disease. Not with this sexy bod." His other hand roughly dragged itself across his scaly neck.

Of course, Cameron couldn't catch whatever this disease was, the guy didn't even have fur. Trevor would have laughed if he wasn't so exhausted from the rashes and for the first time in a week he allowed himself to slump over and relax.

"Anyways, your Doc gave me the rundown. She knows I'm here yada-yada. So haul ass to the tub or I'm going to be forced to carry you. Pretty sure I can carry your fatass up there even with one arm." The flexing of his free arm wasn't necessary but it was still nice. And while it also would have been nice to have been carried up the stairs Trevor wanted to save the remaining shred of dignity that he had remaining as he stumbled onwards to the bathroom.

It was only after he clambered into the tub did Trevor realize how much more awkward things were about to get. He stood there, stooped in his boxers and itchy skin while Cameron just inspected his body.

"You gotta lose the shorts. Unless you're some kind of never-nude then in which case, you still gotta lose them, too bad." Head tilted to the side, Cameron watched closely as the shorts slowly came off and were tossed to the side. Nodding slowly the reptile began to fill the tub with water and began emptying a jar into the bath.

"What is that?" Trevor had brought his knees to his chest and shivered as the water slowly crawled past his ankles. Whatever Cameron had dumped into the bath was beginning to cause the water to take on a milky appearance but it didn't smell bad, whatever it was.

"Oatmeal. Gave it a quick blitz. Should help with the itching temporarily." And surprisingly it did. He was initially worried that the oatmeal would have clumped and gotten stuck in his dense fur but the oatmeal had been blended so finely that it essentially dissolved on impact with the bath water. Trevor involuntarily sighed and shuddered as he slid into the soothing embrace of the oatmeal.

"Feeling better?" Cameron had seated himself on the toilet opposite of the bath, hand on his chin as he just sat there and watched.

"Loads better, thanks Cam." Trevor should have felt disturbed by how attention he was getting, but the relief brought on by the oatmeal was just too much as he allowed another ripple of pleasure to spread from neck to toe.

"Well don't get too comfy, we're just doing this to soften up the fur before you know, snip snip." Cameron's fingers mimicked a pair of scissors and Trevor felt the dread crawling back into his chest as he meekly tried to hide behind the lip of the bathtub. "Just give me another 10 minutes, at least, please." Cameron just shrugged and continued to watch.

Half an hour went by entirely too fast and even as the water continued to cool Trevor was still reluctant to get out. It was only when Cameron finally stood and reached into the tub to drain it that Trevor reluctantly sat up and allowed himself to be rinsed down. Despite the fear that Cameron's hands would have been rough on such sensitive skin the cool touch of his scales were surprisingly gentle and comforting as they worked to wash out the oatmeal remnants.

"Alright big guy, let's get this over with." Another involuntary shiver coursed through Trevor's body, but for different reasons this time. As he slowly rose Cameron began to blow drying the dripping fur.

"Normally I'd fluff you out entirely but I think keeping your fluff slightly moist will help with the cutting." Trever just stared into the tub, even though he couldn't see Cameron's face, he could feel the lizard grinning. Even moreso when a pair of scissors could be heard snipping.

"Let's get the big stuff out of the way and then we get bring the trimmers in to finish up." Clumps of fur began to fall forming a shaggy carpet at the bottom of the tub.

"Shame about your fur big guy, I bet this stuff was pretty luxurious before these sheers got to them." Trevor could only nod meekly. "I bet I could make a second Trevor out of this when I'm done. In fact, maybe I should!"

For the first time Trevor coughed out what could almost pass for a laugh before he stared his friend in the eyes, "Don't you dare, that's so gross. It's all tainted and everything." Cameron shrugged again, "I can just run it through the wash a few times, soak it in bleach, I'll figure it out. I bet I could also stuff a pillow with this and it'll work just fine."

"Oh come on, that's just weird." Though Trevor was slightly more weirded out by the nonchalant manner his groin was being trimmed. The way hands and fingers lingered for just a second too long. But Trevor didn't have long to linger on that thought as the hum of the trimmers filled the bathroom.

"Alright, lift your arms, there we go." Even without the condition Trevor's skin was fairly sensitive. But there must have been something else in that jar asides from oatmeal as the blades barely bothered him. Cameron methodically combed through the every part of Trevor's shivering body.

Every part.

"Hey man, I think I can do this myself." Trevor instinctively shielded himself only to be twisted forward as the electric razor continued its journey. "I got you bro, just relax and I'll take care of this. Doc's orders." Trevor was pretty sure the Doctor said that he just needed someone to help, NOT for someone to do all of it. But he wasn't in a position to fight back and just consigned himself to his fate of being gently manhandled.

Finally, the clippers shut off as Cameron shooed Trevor out of the tub and began bagging the shorn fur into one of many large garbage bags. "You're not actually going to keep it are you?" But Cameron would only respond with a devilish grin before returning to his task.

Then it was back into the tub for a final rinse. If he didn't feel naked before, he certainly did now. Without the interference of his fur he could feel the spray of the showerhead that much more acutely. And it didn't help that he could also feel Cameron's hands much better too. Even under the warm water they were still barely cool to the touch.

Multiple towels were employed in drying Trevor's pink and rashy body and before he even had a chance to comment on the state of his being Cameron was already massaging copious amount of medicinal lotion into folds and crevices. And what a massage! Muscles and aches were worked over as the cream soothed and coated the numerous rashes, its effect immediate and welcome. Trevor grew to welcome the scaly hands that had no reservations about where they traveled.

"And I think we're all done here." Cameron reluctantly withdrew and as he moved out of the way a new form of shock filled Trevor. As he beheld himself in the mirror it became obvious how horrible things were. His tail now resembled something more fitting for a rat. Actually every part of him now looked like a grey, depressed, saggy rat. If said rat had also been plastered with well, plaster. The lotion stuck to his skin and the more he looked the less flattering it appeared. Sure it had completely negated the itching but it had completely cost him his pride. It was almost enough to move him to tears which Cameron noticed immediately.

"Did I miss a spot? Was I too rough?" His face was that of concern, any pretense of teasing gone as Trevor continued to inspect himself in the mirror. "I can't go out like this, no one can see me like this. This is dreadful, what am I going to do?!" He was almost hysterical now until suddenly a rough body gripped him in embrace from behind.

"Shhhh... Relax." When did Cam's shirt come off? And how had he not noticed before? "If you like, I can stay with you the whole time, until you're completely cured and ready to go back to the real world." Trevor wasn't sure if he was shocked at how forward Cameron was being, or how comfortable he was with the idea of having a friend live with him for an undetermined period of time.

"In fact, I'm certain we could have plenty of fun, even in your current state. Let me show you what I mean." Confused, Trevor tried to turn around but was gently nudged back forward as Cameron's hands descended, both filled with lotion.