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The mouse fell to the floor and scurried off, followed by a loud yelp; as Steven cradled the now bleeding bite on his hand. He had been trying to get rid of that vermin for months, and having managed to grab it; all he was rewarded with was a nasty nip. The pain it had inflicted enraging an already present fury that burned deep within him. He hated that mouse, the nibbled packaging and faeces that it left in its wake, and now he would probably have to go the doctor to test for diseases.

But now he was presented with an unusual feeling surrounding the wound on his hand. A sharp prickling sensation, the surrounding skin becoming swollen; as the prickling intensified and swelling spread. Reinforcing fears that the mouse had been carrying a disease, and prompting Steven to go obtain his coat for a quick trip to the local hospital.

Before he could even open the stairs cupboard which houses his various outdoor garments, Steven found his hand rather reluctant to grip the handle. A strange weakness had taken it, unable to exert any force necessary for interaction. Steven's concern were only intensified all the more when he tried his other hand, to find it also had been affected by the same weakness already. His fingers loosely passing over the wooden handle, unable to turn it.

Now he was afraid.

Steven rushed to his household phone to call for help. His now very swollen hands not feeling particular numb; but they might have well have been, as Steven found himself unable to measure the force he was exerting on each finger. However much he tried, them appearing too weak to even push the individual buttons of his house phone. Before even gripping it proved impossible, as it fell from his hands and bounced off the floor. His wrists felt limp and burdensome to move, the sapping of his strength continuing along his arms.

Giving off a worrisome groan, Steven paced in a panic as he tried to think what he could do. Each passing moment, him finding it increasingly difficult to control the movement of his arms, control over his hands being long gone. He couldn't call for help, as he didn't live in an urban area; and there would be no one to hear him. He couldn't open the front door, not even make a phone call. He was left to ride out whatever was happening to him, and that thought left Steven in a cold sweat.

But nothing could have prepared him for the sight of his arm, as the prickling sensations spread across it and he looked over to see what was happening. Steven's eyes widened and his heart raced, his breathing becoming loud and laboured as he observed a forest of white hairs sprouting over the surface of his arm. Daring for just a moment to look away at his hands, to find his eyes unable to leave them, because of the sight of a richer pink and clawed fingernails.

His fingers twitched and clicked as they took on an unfamiliar shape. At least, unfamiliar when compared to his own hands. He was very familiar of the likeness his hands were now taking, as well as the thickening white fur invading his arms. But Steven was too disturbed by the prospect to admit its close association, instead calling out for someone to help him, despite prior knowledge that there was no one to hear it. Desperation for that slight possibility that someone would be there, that what was clearly happening to his body could be stopped.

Steven was becoming a mouse, and there was little that he could do to prevent it.

His racing mind was interrupted as he felt his legs begin to weaken, causing Steven to fall to the ground. Outward stretched furry arms attempting to cushion the impact, the sound of flooring tearing as sharp claws made their mark. Steven didn't even have time to recollect his thoughts, before that familiar sensation began to spread to his feet.

He couldn't see behind him, but his feet ached as he felt the back of his heels being pushed out from their shoes. His foot now too long to wear them, and seemingly continuing to lengthen. He stepped out of them and moved a foot to the side, so that it may be brought into his view. The sight of a sock being gradually pulled down the length of his foot. Not because some phantom was pulling at it, but his increasing foot length simply proved too long, his ankle and then his heel emerging from the fabric.

Steven observed in dismay, first feeling his toes lengthen and spread, before newly grown claws pieced through the socks. Enabling the toes to extend beyond their cloth constraints. His monstrous and highly animalistic feet continuing to extend, long clawed toes spreading further and wider. Stevens back legs adjusted for the new shape and size of his now clearly mouse like feet.

He began weeping between grunts and strained cries as he felt new fur erupting along his legs, knowing it was there despite the pants that covered them. Steven's imagination as to what was occurring underneath them proving quite distressing. His hips widened, thighs bulged. Steven's body occasionally jerked as his lower half dramatical changed in shape, the pants proving restrictive; but remained in defiance of what was happening. His clawed hands being forced further forward along the floor, as Steven's torso lengthened to the sound of clicking and breaking bones. New rips filling the gaps, as they curved around his abdomen to reinforce its new shape. A sparse layer of fur present itself across his stomach, being revealed as the extending length of his body left bare the area which lay between his shirt and pants.

The resistance proved futile, as a large pressure built just above Steven's buttocks, making continuing to wear his pants unbearable. Rolling over onto his back, Steven struggled in the removal of his pants, deforming stubby legs making it quite difficult. New strength appeared to had returned to his limbs, their radical alteration reaching a point where restricting his ability to seek help proved a none issue.

Finally relief was achieved, as the pants were pulled just below his buttocks; and the pressure ceased. Whatever had been painfully pushing at the back of his pants was now released. Steven could still feel it growing, pulsating with new veins and continuing to lengthen even longer. The concern of this continuing development prompted Steven to discard his pants as quickly as possible, so that the damage could be accessed.

Before that, Steven couldn't help but mourn for what had, and was still, happening to his body. Tearful eyes gazed upon his twitching and deforming form, before grabbing hold of his shirt and removing it so that all could be revealed to him.

A long, alien, white furred torso greeted Steven. The majority of the changes being concentrated lower down, but working their way upward. The bulge of his chest contrasting his sunken stomach, pink skin disappearing into gradually thickening white the further you looked down him. The bestial anatomy reinforcing its presence as part of him, emphasized all the more as that weird body inflated and deflated with each of his deep breaths. This was him, and no amount of denial would be successful in convincing himself otherwise.

Both Steven's arms and legs were fully furred with white mouse hairs. Bulging strong thighs and long clawed feet lacking any previous human anatomy, clearly being that of a rodents limbs. The fur travelled beyond his arms and legs, a thinly spread invasion of white fluff across his extended torso. But that wasn't all that decorated his body, as several newly developed nipples ran either side of him, disappearing into the fur down below. His rodent masculinity.

As horrifying as all this was, the most alien change struck fear into Steven all the more. As he found new control over what had made his pants so uncomfortable, a mouses tail coming into view; before flopping back to the floor behind. Steven's panting quickening as he looked on at his most inhuman feature, struggling to control it; but not being sure if he wanted to.

Sharp rodent teeth bared as Steven began to cry out in terror. This most recent development being the last straw, an insult that brought his identify as a human being into question. He repeatedly cried out in rejection of his form, shaking his head, even as the beginnings of longer ears and a mouses nose began to take shape on his face. He rolled back onto his stomach, and began escaping on all fours in whichever direction he could. Where he would escape to didn't appear clear even to himself, as he just fled the area; as if hoping to leave the changes behind.

Flabby loose skin stretched and moved smoothly across the muscles that lay underneath, lacking the same attachment that his human counterpart had. High pitched squeals and announcements of denial filling the room as he made his way wall to wall, looking for some way out, failing to notice his diminishing size as everything grew around him. Thick fur now coating his body, and the beginnings of a rodents muzzle started to push out.

This most recent development stopping him in his tracks, as he not only felt but also observed his face pushing out before him. Gums being left bare as his teeth concentrated at the front and back of his mouth, whiskers sprouting, feral hands feeling across a short haired muzzle that robbed him of his identify. The last of his physical anatomy disappearing from his eyes.

But the change had one last insult, one last sliver of his humanity to abuse.

Steven's mousy eyes opened wide from under his foreleg hands, which were comforting what little remained of his former face. He gasped, finding his whole body shuddering, waves erupting from behind and flowing forward. Steven was forced back onto all four, as he rear end rose in response to the next wave erupting from there. He gave out a loud squeal, now realizing those unusual and exotic feeling manifesting back there were sexual in nature.

Steven's testicles were bulging disproportionately for what his human counterparts were. Growing greatly in size; and forcing his now long mouse tail upward. Still gripped with the terror of his transition, his mind was slowly being eased down, the comforting effects of sexual stimulation putting what should be his priorities aside. The stimulation becoming all the more significant, as his human member lengthened and changed shape, sinking deeply into his body as it became internal.

Grunting, occasionally squealing. Steven sat there as his reproductive system was twisted and deformed beyond recognition. His body being flooded with new hormones, easing his impression of his new physical form, as he continued to shrink and finalize his new shape. Almost not noticing the movement in the corner of his eye, peering that direction with one eye squinted; as the sensations of altering genitalia was having its affect.

Before him was the familiar sight of the mouse that had bitten him, the bitch that harassed him and stole away his humanity. How he managed to judge that she was female Steven didn't understand, only that peering over her form gave him that impression. A form his beady eyes took increasing interest in, noticing the alluring curvature of her hips.

His manhood finalized, it became erect and eager for testing. A drive that overwhelmed Steven, and filled his little mousy brain with thoughts that would disgust his former human self. That female may have been a constant annoyance in the past, but right now she was relief. So he flew across the room towards her, now completely a mouse in form. Acquiring an appreciation for the rodent femininity in her that he was previously blind to, as he made his way to his new mate.