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Down and Dirty Written by Leo_Todrius Anonymous Commission

Deep, thick purple clouds flashed with light as they rumbled over the city, blotting out the morning sun with their toxic soup. The day had become as dark as night. The lightning storm was the first in months, but the rain it started to drop was even more rare. The sound of the soft droplets coming down across buildings, roads and cars sounded like the gentle waves of an ocean lapping at a shoreline, but as the rain spread It started to sound like more... It was the sound of acid. The rain was pulling toxins out of the clouds along with it, coating the city, though the city had seen better days. The paint on the bridge spanning the brown river was stripped, cars were rusted out and windows in the sky scrapers were broken, leaving half the floors vacated. It was a city that was falling apart.

The government had promised relief to the suffering, finding a way to end the pain of those in the city. They had started construction of a massive hydroelectric dam up stream that would purify the water for the city as well as providing clean energy, but there were rumors that the dam had been invaded by rats. Only a proper decontamination team would be able to get the facility sterile again. It was just another failure, one Ryu was all too familiar with.

The twenty two year old moved along the street, pulling his white plastic hoodie over his head, feeling the water pelting it. The water ran down the sleeves and fell to the ground, but every other material it started to touch it singed. Ryu felt the sting on his fingers and soon creeping through the holes in his shoes. His tired brown eyes gazed out from a ragged face, black stubble crossing his cheeks, thicker across his upper lip and along his chin.

His grandfather had been born in the days of the green planet, the days when people tried to conserve the planet's natural resources. They had failed. Unable to work out a solution in time, the natural resources collapsed. Cars littered the streets, no longer able to run fossil or bio fuels. The corn crops had withered and died. The only thing left, the only thing powering the city, was nuclear. The nuclear power plant up state had been brought back to factory specs, using the artificial and the dangerous to keep the weak and sickly alive. It was a sign of a people that had given up, but Ryu didn't care. All he cared about was getting out of the rain.

Ryu traveled several blocks, looking for any sort of shelter. The burned out buildings were already occupied, the shelters over crowded as it was. Ryu was growing more and more desperate. His shoes were starting to melt and it was only a matter of time before his feet would be burned by the chemicals. His brown eyes looked to the Genemax building, the pharmaceutical company that ruled the state with an iron fist... and then to an abnormally large gap outside the building, a gap where part of the sidewalk had collapsed into the storm drain below. The crumbling cement had been swept away by rain waters, leaving a hole into the sewer.

Ryu moved over hesitantly, reaching up to tug on one of his steel earrings contemplatively. He looked down and saw a dry side catwalk along the edge below. It would have to be better than being outside. Ryu took a breath and jumped down.

The young man fell eight feet but landed on what was left of his shoes, grabbing the mossy wall for support. He felt relieved he hadn't hurt himself falling that far, though he soon started to regret his decision as the smell of shit and rot started to fill his nose. He cringed a bit at it, closing his eyes, dividing to pull his t-shirt up over his nose. With his make shift mak Ryu began to walk.

The tunnels were old, a lot older than most of the city. They were still made using cement and brick rather than plastisteel. For a sewer, there ware marvelous brick archways every twenty or thirty feet, segmenting off any number of tunnels and pipes.

Ryu's progress was slowed as he approached a wall of nothing but pipes, each draining different colored liquids into the water below. Some were red, some orange, some teal... and just a few of them glowed under their own light, hitting the sewer water and mixing into a mysterious soup of rainbow colors before being washed away. Ryu shook his head before backtracking, finding the three stepping stone squares that rose out of the sewer water, providing a bridge across to the other side. Carefully, Ryu walked from stone to stone, but as he reached the last one his shoe came part. The rubber and leather gave out, falling in shreds into the drink. Ryu felt his bare foot come down on the other side, feeling the texture of the tiny stones imbedded in the cement. They were a bit sharp, but at the same time not all that bad. Ryu bent down, untied the remains of his last shoe and cast it aside as well. Better no shoes than to walk lop sided the rest of his life.

As he walked down the other side of the sewer, Ryu pulled down his plastic hood, revealing his long, somewhat greasy black hair. He felt ashamed of the way he looked, but he was a survivor, making do with what he had. It wasn't like those on the northern edge of town, the ones with clean houses and clean water. The gap between the elite and the street had grown more desperate each year, but as hatred rose, the means for the poor to do anything about it shrank.

Ryu shook his head, wondering if any of the elite would ever be able to survive a place like the sewer, feeling a tiny bit opf pride in himself. He'd gotten away from the rain, but he needed a place to rest, a place he could actually compose himself. He walked for several more blocks, heading eastward in the sewer tunnels. The sound of the flowing water grew louder and louder as he advanced before one last brick archway opened up on a massive room. Ryu's eyes widened in a bit of wonder.

Eight tunnels all filtered into he same room, the water sloshing and shifting around a central artificial island. The water dragged large paddles around in that circle, turning a motor near the ceiling. Every so often there was a blue flash from the transformers as the sewer electricity was built up in a capacitor and discharged to the power grid. It was amazing, inventive... and just the right size.

Ryu ran along the catwalk over to the canal that surrounded the island, waiting for one of the large paddle arms to pass. As it did, he hopped across the the dead center, moving up the slight slope. He felt like king of the hill, like he had found some place at long last that he'd be safe.

As Ryu ascended his mound, he pulled off his plastic white rain slicker and tossed it down. Beneath he wore a black t-shirt with holes in it and old, worn blue jeans with chemical burns. His hands and feet were a bit rough, his nails a little long, but he didn't care. He was finally somewhere he could rest. Ryu settled down at the center of his mound, laying out slowly, yawning a bit. He was so tired from all his walking, all he wanted to do was sleep. He curled up and rolled onto his side, taking on a bit of a fetal position.

The world around him started to slip away bit by bit as he passed out. The rumbling thunder high above echoed down the sewers, blending with the crackle of the transformers in the ceiling. It was an inhospitable place, and yet there was life. Ryu was surrounded not only by the moss that lined the walls, but also abandoned fish and reptiles flushed down into the sewer. Bugs crawled the floor and rodents roamed the catacombs, looking for their means of survival...

Soft taps came, the sound of claws against cement as a creature rounded the corner on its way home. The paws were well traveled but the claws were still long and deadly sharp. A black nose sniffed the air, bent whiskers twitching as they picked up a new sent, a clean smell, the smell of a human. The creature began moving faster, its four paws carrying its fat body along as it stepped into the light. The creature proved to be a rat, but it wasn't any ordinary kind of rat. It was gigantic, measuring almost four feet long without the tail. Its head was bigger than most dogs, its tail as thick as a forearm and its paws big enough to cover a face. The rat's fur was even more disgusting, soaked so often in sewer water that it had built up a waxy, cheesy film that was practically a slime.

The rat continued toward the artificial island, leaving a trail of slime behind it, but it wasn't fur slime it left. Propped up beneath its belly was a foot long brownish purple cock, its sheath bulging outward in uneven lumps. Milky yellow cum dribbled from the slit and white frothy cake like head cheese dribbled from the edges of the foreskin. The rat was a mutation, a monster, hideous and disgusting... and it was smart. The rat looked at Ryu where he was before deliberately adjusting his course. He moved over to the edge of the cat walk and leaned down, lapping at the tainted water, drawing in the filth and the chemicals. It drank for a few moments, waiting for the paddle to come around. As the paddle arm rotated, the rat stepped up onto it, walking across without fear as it was brought around forty five degrees. It stepped off and kept going, approaching Ryu. It walked over his clothes and moved still closer to the sleeping male.

Curious about the animal that had invaded its home, the rat approached Ryu slowly. A paw reached out and began to stroke his greasy hair. The rat shivered in disgust, finding it too clean and uniform. He moved his paw around next and tugged at the earring, deciding it liked that ornamentation. Feeling his ear stretched, however, was enough for Ryu's eyes to snap open. He grunted and jumped up, stumbling down the slight decline of the dome before he turned around, ready to defend himself. He brought up his fists, but he felt his body freezing in place as he met eyes with the creature before him, the creature with solid black eyes.

The rat stood its ground, staring at Ryu, staring deep into his soul. The look was more than hypnotic, it was penetrating. Ryu felt like he was getting covered in oil, his body too heavy to move. His muscles gave out beneath him and he fell to his knees then onto all fours. He couldn't'/t move, he couldn't escape... and strangely enough, despite feeling afraid and dirty, he felt oddly excited.

As Ryu knelt there, his nipples tightened and his cock began to swell. He didn't understand it. It was as if his brain couldn't tell the difference between fear and lust, but he was completely afraid. The rat was bigger than the wild dogs he had seen, weighing at least a hundred pounds. The rat moved closer to Ryu, circled him once more and then disappeared behind him. Even unable to see the rat, Ryu still couldn't move. He was caught in place, unsure what was going on.

He couldn't see the rat come up behind him, hike up a hind leg and let go.... But he could feel it. The piss was hot and oily, soaking his pants after an initial resistance. His shirt was far more helpless, drawing the piss in and riding up. The yellow fluid rolled across his back and dropped down his ribs. It was foul, rancid and bitter smelling, far worse than human pee.... And now Ryu was soaked in it. He grunted and moaned, trying again to move a finger, a toe, anything that could lead to his escape... But it all failed.

Ryu shivered as a claw pierced through the back of his pants, cutting down over his butt. The rat opened up the seat of the jeans and leaned in, sniffing and soon licking. Its nasty tongue slithered up and down between the cheeks before teasing the pucker, spreading it a bit before pulling back. The rat shuddered in disgust this time, disgusted at how clean the human was. It would have to help the poor thing out.

Ryu felt a single paw come down on his ass cheek, the claws digging in to give him balance before another paw came down. The rat began pushing forward, bringing his immense cock up to Ryu's virgin hole. Ryu shook even more, his jaw weak, his eyes glistening as he realized what was going to happen. It was the strangest, most messed up thing he had ever thought of. He'd spent his entire life avoiding being raped by gangs, saving himself until he promised himself to the right girl, and his virginity was going to get taken by an animal.

Ryu clenched his ass as tight as it would go to try and keep the rat out, but soon he felt the thick, oily head of the bloated cock pressing in closer and closer. With his bladder emptied, the rat's natural fluids started to leak out. The milky yellow cum dribbled over Ryu's sphincter and the muscle started to respond. The tissue itself began to swell thicker, but the muscle began to retract, making the pucker more pronounced while making it easier to invade... and invade the rat did.

The rat dug its claws deeper into its human mate as it began sliding its rod into the human, its sheath being pulled back by the friction. As the sheath was pushed back, sheets and globs of head cheese wee exposed, evening out into a pudding like consistency lubing the cock. The smell began wafting around them both, smelling like some of France's finest, most aged cheeses. Ryu hated to admit it, but he was starting to get hungry. His stomach growled, thinking it was about to get a treat.

The rat began fucking harder, sliding in further with each movement, spreading the rat cheese into Ryu's ass. Ryu's intestines gurgled at the assault, his stomach rumbling louder. Ryu felt like he was going to throw up, feeling disgusted and horrified, like nothing in his life would ever be good again - until the rat hit his prostate. As the nasty cock hit his pleasure organ, Ryu fell all the way down onto his chest, his cheeks mashing against the ground, the man suddenly panting and heaving. Waves of pleasure radiated out into his body as if someone had hit a love gong. Ryu was wide eyed and mystified at that, but the rat was all too sure he had hit the right spot.

Again the rat struck the prostate, and again... and again. Ryu lay there, drooling onto the cement, his eyes slowly gazing over with pleasure. He was paralyzed, but he knew if he wasn't he might have even started pushing his ass back into the cock. Suddenly being defiled by a beast didn't seem so bad... The pleasure made up for the compromising position, even the fact he was doing it with an animal. He started to wonder if he knew that it felt that good if he'd come down into the sewers and present his ass to the rats, let them do their business.

Ever so slowly, Ryu's fingers began to gain purchase in the cement, his fingernails digging against the stone... but he wasn't using them to get away. If anything, he was starting to use it to make the ride of his life even more intense. He moaned, the rat squeaked and the two fucked..

With each thrust of his long cock into the human's body, the rat was digging into him more and more. His claws had pierced the skin, coming into contact with Ryu's blood. The rich crimson was starting to darken, turning a purple, almost black shade... but that was far from the most infectious thing the rat had to provide. His slimy gray fur was smearing all over Ryu's lower back like a mix of cum and shit, the yellowed goo coating his skin. The tiny invisible hairs Ryu had there started to stand on end, thickening up, spreading outward. A tiny triangle of black hair grew in above his ass cheeks, growing thicker and longer and more unruly.

Inch by inch the fur spread outwards beneath Ryu's rat master. It crept up his spine and across his back, sliding around his ribs and down his ass cheeks. His hole was getting puffier and bigger, letting the rat in deeper, and for the first time Ryu was starting to be able to move enough to grind his cock into the ground beneath him, humping the ground. He felt hot and sweaty, but for the first time that felt right. Ryu began licking his lips, tasting the salty sweat, grinning with a strange, almost animal smile.

Ryu's saliva was thickening, taking on a texture almost like glue. The strings of saliva stuck between his teeth and his nose began to swell, rounding out a bit. The hair above his lip began to push outward again, growing longer in uneven patches, covering his upper lip up from view. The stubble on his chin grew out as well, becoming an uneven tuft, curling down and back from his point chin, a chin that was pointier than it had been just a bit before.

With every passing moment, Ryu was getting more and more into the lewd act, feeling his body change and shift. His thick drool was leaking out of his lips uncontrollably, his head aching and throbbing. It felt like a fire was raging through his body and in a way it was, a fever caused by his immune system trying to fend off the virus... but it was failing. His fingernails yellowed and stretched into claws, his toenails soon doing the same. Even Ryu's pubic hair became bristly, starting to curl and spread, growing into the hair on his legs and creeping up his stomach. Some of the hair even started to grow out of his foreskin, the flesh getting loose and stretchy.

As the heat reached his balls, Ryu's testicles sagged down lower, stretching the sack. It was unsightly for a bit, but as the virus filled his balls they began to swell larger, becoming more complex along with his other organs. Ryu panted, gazing forward in a fevered daze, grinning ear to ear as the black in his eyes spread outward, dominating the brown rings and the white space until they were pitch dark and almost beady. The black eyes were slowly blending into the black fur spreading from his uneven beard, covering his cheek bones and his nose.

The black fur coated his body, even sweeping up the backside of his ears as they grew larger, the earrings hanging lower. Ryu's ears stretched upwards, folding forwards, looking far more rat like by the moment. It looked almost adorable in a horrific way, especially as his jaw began to pop, the bones realigning and stretching. Ryu's face pushed out into a narrowing muzzle, his nose following suit, angling down from his brow bone to a soft, meaty black point that sniffed the air as the nostrils turned upright.

Feeling far more comfortable with its mate, the giant rat started to stroke Ryu's furry backside, turning more from insatiable lust to a bit of love as it ground and humped, but as it saw a bony protrusion extending from above Ryu's ass cheeks, the rat brought its paws together and began to massage, stroking the wriggling flesh, feeling it stretch longer. The tailbone extended rapidly as new bone and muscle painfully formed into place. The skin stretched around it all, becoming leathery and gray, thick rings forming in the meaty tail.

As the rat stroked his new extension, Ryu felt all the hornier, squeaking and humping and groaning, his black beady eyes squeezed shut in pleasure until he felt his orgasm hit him. His huge balls seized up, his cock pulsed and a few spurts of ivory cum erupted out before the semen became thicker like syrup, turning yellow and pouring without an end in sight. Rivulets of the salty spooge ran down in every direction on the artificial island, hitting the few parts of his outfit not soaked in rat urine.

As Ryu came, the rat felt the quivering ass and was brought over the edge. He bore in deeper, held himself there and let out a squeak that echoed through the sewers, pumping his tainted seed deep into the new convert's ass. Ryu knelt there, feeling the hot flood into his bowels, grinning as he panted for breath, soaked in a mixture of the rat and his own juices. It felt as if the burdens of life were finally lifting away from him. The world above didn't seem so scary, he had been a fool to think he'd be happy with a woman, and being human was a joke. This was the way life was supposed to be. This was how he was supposed to be. He was a rat... and being a rat was awesome.

Once more Ryu came, unleashing more semen onto his sewer island, feeling narcissism fill his body where once there had been a fever. Ryu slowly collapsed onto his side and rolled onto his back, laying there, feeling amazing. His rat partner had pulled out of his ass before getting crushed and sat up on his hind haunches, his foot long oily cock draped next to Ryu's foot and a half long member... but as the rat looked at Ryu, he realized the poor new rat didn't have anything stored away for an emergency.

Ryu lifted his head a bit wearily as he felt his foreskin being pulled back by tiny rat hands, the skin stretched away from the cock with one paw while the other fished around in his own skin. The rat pulled out handfuls of silky smegma, the heady mix looking like putty, and then began pushing it into Ryu's foreskin. The black rat moaned, feeling the heat of his creator wrapping around his rod, ejaculating once more as he went limp on the island. Life... was amazing.

****

Saint Jerome's had once been one of the most successful orphanages in the city, uniting the dispossessed with distant family members or new guardians. It had been a place of survival, healing and adaptation... but that had been before the old system had been shut down, deemed too much of a conflict between church and state. Now the building was run by an under-funded government, spending its money on keeping the boys alive with no real hope for their future. Sergio didn't have much hope in general, especially now that he had just turned eighteen. His schooling was behind, his work history was non existent and he would be dumped on the street in a few months. He moved down the hallway, looking at all the other boys that were younger than him, knowing that they would share a similar future. Something had to be done, but he didn't know where to begin.

Sergio ran his hand over his short buzzed black hair as he opened the door to his room. He stepped in and paused, smelling the damp air. The window had been left open as the storm rolled in and he saw the rusty red hair of his roommate at the window.

"What chu doin? You gonna catch something." Sergio muttered, moving over to drop down onto his bed. His roommate said nothing, standing at the window, gazing out at the storm drains at the street. A soft, jelly like yellow goo rolled down from the window sill, dripping onto the roommate's bare feet... feet that had long gray claws and toughening skin. The red head slowly turned, his solid black eyes glazed over with lust, his sharp teeth exposed. A streak of his red hair had turned gray and patches of rusty fur were growing over his cheeks. He advanced toward Sergio, a clawed hand working his long cock. He had been visited by a rat from the sewers and given a great gift, a gift he wanted to share with everyone... He wanted them to feel as proud, as amazing, as handsome and sexy as he was, as all the rats were... And Sergio was a perfect candidate for change.

Sergio's brown eyes snapped open as he felt someone touching his clothes, but he gasped when he saw what his roommate looked like. The fur, the sharp teeth, it was all too much. Sergio tried to spring out of bed, but the claws that had been cutting his clothing cut him, lacerating the skin above his cock. He winced and hissed, feeling the skin welt up around the scratch.

"Jonas, what are you doing? What happened to you man?" Sergio asked. Jonas licked his lips as whiskers started pushing out of his cheek.

"Sergio, we were born for this... Lone street rats, dirty boys... It feels so good, just give it a try." Jonas murmured.

"HELP!" Sergio shouted out. Jonas hissed in anger and grabbed a pillow, putting it over Sergio's face. Sergio struggled, blindly hitting at the pillow, trying to get free.

Jonas hopped up onto the bed and turned around, facing Sergio's groin. He finished cutting through the pants before he lifted up Sergio's limp cock. The changing rat boy pulled his own cock sheath back, revealing the swollen mushroom shaped head, the brownish purple cock flesh and the creamy white head cheese stored beneath. Jonas licked his lips before he pressed his cock head to Sergio's and then stretched his furry reddish gray sheath over Sergio's cock.

Sergio's back arched as he felt the smooth skin over his, feeling so oily and soft... and so full o f film. Sergio's clean cock was covered with the pasty white head cheese and Jonas began pumping it forward and back, evening out the sludge. Sergio's cock began responding by bloating wider and fatter, his own skin stretching, his cock becoming hard and fatter. Even his balls seemed to respond by swelling, his sack hanging lower and drooping more.

Sergio screamed into the pillow before he managed to get it off his face, but Jonas was ready. He sat down, his furry cheeks capturing Sergio's face as he started to scream again. The hot breath hit the ass and Sergio's lips were right there. Sergio tried to pull back but Jonas sat down tighter. Sergio's face was trapped in the sweaty cleft of the rat boy's ass, feeling Jonas grow heavier with muscle and fat on his body, feeling his own cock becoming monstrous.... And that felt pretty good, almost euphoric.

Sergio had been preoccupied with trying to breathe, but as his cock pushed past twelve inches, his fear began to subside. A strange grin crossed his lips and he began to grin. His ears stretched into points and his face ached as the bones started reshifting, but Sergio was focused entirely on fucking his hips up into that furry sheath.

Docked together, the rat roommates began humping, their cock heads bumping together time and time again. Sergio got more into it, his tongue starting to slide around the ass ring buried against his face. He teased it with his tongue, bucking and grunting. Jonas's pants sagged down, revealing his pink tail as it stretched out to eight inches, then fourteen, twenty and then thirty. The tail whipped around over him as his ass was eaten out, the tail stroking Sergio's head.

Sergio continued to 'eat out' his roommate, feeling close to him than ever before. Jonas hissed and moaned as his face continued to contort into a muzzle, the red draining out of his hair as his fur turned gray. Even his heavy sack was fuzzy and gray. Jonas squeaked and moaned, running his fingers through his greasy fur and stained clothes, gathering up the smegma that Ryu had fed him. He popped it in his mouth and chewed, swallowing it down and shivering with glee.

Jonas writhed more as he felt the rat muzzle growing into his ass, Sergio's humanity dying away. His black hair had spread over his face and neck, then his torso and limbs. His humanity had been ended as abruptly as his parents' lives had been. His need for shelter was fading, his need to belong growing immensely. As if sharing the same thought, Jonas hopped off of Sergio as Sergio got up. Both rats were tall, muscled and dirty... horny and full of a building full of males. They sniffed the air and plotted their next move, ready for anything.

****

Police lights flashed as the car moved down the street, windshield wipers flicking the rain off the glass, the paint resisting the corrosive liquid as best it could. The storm was only getting worse as the day gave way to evening. What little light had penetrated the thick clouds was fading and the green street lights were no help. The calls had started coming in all over, reports of monsters roaming the streets. The cops feared that there had been a chemical leak making everyone hallucinate, but whatever it was it had to be investigated.

The passenger kept his eyes peeled on the street, his buzzed brown hair sleek and neat, his body half way between lanky and muscled. He was confident and clean cut, everything a cop was supposed to be. His partner, however, had lived a little harder of a life. His muscled arms still showed tattoos from his gang days and what had once been a beard had been trimmed into a neat mustache. He had been a criminal in his youth, but he'd been given a second chance and he turned his life around.

"Can you believe it Galt? Fourteen calls..." The passenger muttered.

"It's probably from the same old lady that saw some nutria escape the sewers too." Galt smirked to himself. The two continued on, driving in the rain until their headlights revealed someone mere feet in front of them. The car screeched and lurched as the breaks were applied, swerving around the figure before hitting the curb. Galt hit the steering wheel with his chest, but Lawson was fine. He checked on his partner and Galt nodded, dazed but not injured. Lawson jumped out of the car and into the rain, the water hitting the brim of his hat.

"Are you okay? Were you hurt?" Lawson called out, moving through the street. The figure was just standing there, where he had been when the car came. Lawson approached, a hand moving to his gun, getting ready to pull it out, "Sir, can you hear me?" Lawson asked. He reached out with his other hand, turning the figure around. Nestled beneath the hood of the jacket was not a human face, but a rat head... a rat head with big spacer earrings, a nose ring and a strip of bright red dyed fur in the shape of a mohawk.

The rat grinned his toothy smile and moaned. Lawson grunted as he felt something hot and sticky hit his stomach and lap before he looked down, seeing the cum the rat had hit him with - including his gun hand. Lawson grunted louder and moaned as he watched his brown skin turn gray and leathery. His pearl colored fingernails yellowed and began stretching. The gray crept up his arm and the cum soaked into his pants. Soon his cock was getting hard and stretching out longer. Lawson was so busy looking down at himself he didn't realize the punk rat was lifting his cock, aiming it like a gun... and then releasing.

A thick torrent of sperm hit Lawson in the face. He coughed and sputtered, but it was too late. The salty juices hit his lips and they started to swell. His mouth opened and he began to lap up the cum before he dropped down onto his hands and knees, guzzling it in. His gun clattered to the street, unattended. Lawson gulped and fed at the rat seed, his face creaking and popping and stretching into a muzzle at an impressive rate. He wasn't able to fight it at all, his resolve melted instantly.

Lawson felt the need to be dirty, to be bad, to throw away his goodness. His old life was repulsive. He wanted to be the criminal, to be sexual, to spread his ways. He wanted to be as sexy and amazing as the rat punk. He wasn't worthy of anything else. He moved forward until his stretching lips wrapped around the cock before him and he guzzled his seed directly. The ass of his black police pants stretched as his cheeks filled out, but as they parted and made room for the tail, it was too much. The fabric split out and a gray tail escaped its confines, whipping out and around.

The harsh, biting acid rain slowly started to feel more comfortable on his skin. No longer did it burn, instead it merely gave his gray skin a greenish hue. His black hair turned soft like fur and started to bleach out, turning brown. The brown fur crept across his muzzle and his neck, then his shoulders. His other hand changed to match the first, his boots stretched tight. In moments the punk had turned a cop into a rat in a uniform.

At long last the flow of cum ended and Lawson pulled off. He felt like he needed to eat more, to stuff himself with cum. It wasn't enough, he craved it... and he realized where he could get it. Lawson slowly stood up, his boots creaking as claws punched through the front of them. He strode over toward the crashed police car, reaching down to open his cum soaked pants. Lawson drew out his own shaft and stroked it, feeling the furry brown sheath stretching over his meat. Reaching the car, Lawson balled his hand into a fist and brought it down, slamming it against the glass. The window shattered, raining glass pieces across Galt.

"SHIT!" Galt screamed as his seat began to melt from the rain. He scrambled to pull out his gun, but as he did Lawson released his own load. The shower of yellow rat sperm hit Galt and his head began to change at once, pushing out into a muzzle almost immediately. Cum soaked rat ears rose to the top of his skull and whiskers pushed out despite the pressure of the seed. Even Galt's pants tented severely as the chemical affected him. Lawson basked in his own delight, loving every moment of it. It felt great to be a rat and great to spread himself to others... And there were so many others around.

****

The day was advancing minute by minute, the clocks in Saint Jeromes showing the passage of time, but no one was looking at the clocks anymore. The phones went unanswered, the streaming television was left on in the break room, cigarettes had burned themselves out in ashtrays left unattended. It was becoming a place of even more desolation and neglect with the doors busted wide open. Many had fled the building, but many had not had the chance to. Of all the changes, however, most had taken place in the basement.

Used for storage for years, the dusty and dirty basement had been unlocked. The creaky stairs had been used once more and the discarded furniture had been arranged, making room for four of the former orphanage directors to lounge about... but they were no longer directors, nor were they human any longer. The four men had been turned into huge, fat rat men sitting on the dingy furniture, basking in their new lives.

The fat rat men sat on their couches and chairs, their purplish cocks dribbling with cock cheese as teenage rat boys licked and slurped, sucking off the smegma and licking the skin as clean as they could before nursing on the cock heads. Their whiskers twitched and their noses flared as they went at it, their own grubby clawed hands working their dirty shafts. There had to be a harem of boys attending to their new daddies, and in a way that was exactly what they had become.

In the crumbled shell of humanity, the orphaned boys had found bearded, dirty daddies to raise them in their image. Some of the boys had fed on so much rat cum that their pectorals were sagging and their stomachs were rounding while others were still a bit shy, remaining thin lanky. One eighteen year old rat was bent over a torn up pool table, taking a cock to the ass from one of his 'brothers' who was bigger and stronger than him now, but they all loved it.

The rat men had come and boiled away their hesitations, their morals and their inhibitions. The directors realized what a wasted opportunity they had all those years with boys becoming men, but now they could take advantage of it... While Ryu had been the first man turned into a rat, he had been turned by a mutant... a giant rat, one that had developed and changed in the sewers. That rat hadn't been alone.

Smelling rat dander and urine, smelling the stench of human decay, more of the feral rats had emerged from the sewers. Impervious to the acid rain, they wandered the streets and gathered on the orphanage like a pack of wild dogs. Two by two they came down the steps into the basement and looked around, smelling what was going on. One of the feral rats spotted a teenager sucking off his daddy and the rat walked over on all fours, used his hand to slice at the teen's pants and then climbed up to mount him.

The teen moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he felt a cock enter him for the first time. He'd dreamed about getting fucked before, of his brothers taking a liking to him, but now this was so much better. He really was an animal just like them, a rat focused on sex and food and little else. He began pushing his ass back around the feral rat cock all while sucking down his father's. The director traced his claws through the greasy hair of the young man pleasuring him, not wanting him to stop.

"Shilo? Is that you?" One of the fat rat men asked. Standing at the base of the stairs was a young man partially transformed. He was nineteen years old and had moved from being an orphan to working at the orphanage. His blond hair was turning green, whiskers stuck out of a human face and gratuitous amounts of foreskin hung off of his long, curved cock. His pants sagged down as a rat tail slowly pushed out of his backside. Shilo's transformation was slower than many as he tried to fight it, but his green eyes were turning brown as he looked around the room.

The rat that had called out to him was huge, weighing over four hundred pounds. His man boobs rested on a huge belly of fat like a shelf, the flesh visible through the sparse rat fur. His muzzle was long and wrinkled and a strange split mustache hung off each side of his black nose. Beady eyes regarded the newcomer with hunger, but what Shiloh noticed most was the director's pit fur, thicker and darker than anywhere else on his body.

Shiloh had gotten a stare down from one of the mutant rats and then a small bite on his leg. The two had started the change. Shiloh had started to feel drawn to the escaping teenagers, thinking of pinning them down and fucking them until they loved him, but he knew that was wrong. Something was terribly wrong, but in his haste to escape he'd found the basement instead. Now he stood there before the bosses, knowing that they had once been human... and yet there was so much more to love now.

"Doctor Ro... Roberts?" Shiloh squeaked. The fat rat leaned back, lifting his arms over the back of the couch.

"Robbie now... Why don't you come give daddy a sniff? I know you'd like it. Who could resist a sex bucket like me?" Robbie asked. Shiloh tried to resist, to turn tail, but his clawed feet propelled him forward, then forward again. Step by step he came over to the director before he inhaled. The stench of sweat and sex filled his longer than usual nose, and as he smelled that his skin turned darker, his hair grew longer and his tail thickened. Shiloh wanted to stop, wanted to hold his breath but instead he gasped in the foul stench again deeper, then deeper... and then it was all lost.

The green haired rat plunged his face into the pit of the fat rat, nuzzling and sniffing before his lips parted and his tongue emerged. He began lapping at the pit like a starving man, burying his face in it. The sweaty fur rubbed all over his human face, causing the bones to creak and stretch, pushing outward around him. His tongue grew rougher and fuzz grew across his cheeks, filling in before covering his forehead and surrounding his eyes.

Robbie enjoyed the pit play, feeling as if he'd laid claim to one of the better rat boys, but that wasn't enough for him. He used his fat arm to hold Shiloh's head there and he used his other arm to run down Shiloh's side, feeling his ribs and his curved hips, crossing a furry rat boy ass before he began to use his fingers to explore beneath his tail. Shiloh's tail continued spilling out of his body, pushing to three feet, then four and even five. It whipped around lazily as he had nothing to breathe but sweaty pit, but Robbie wasn't just exploring. He was honing in on his target.

Shiloh's back arched as he felt a finger run around his swollen pucker, feeling the ring. Robbie circled it over and over before the tip of his claw began pushing in, followed there after by the rest of the finger. Robbie slid it in deeper and deeper before he pulled back, rested and then thrust it in again. Shiloh's virginal as was stretched around the finger, getting used to being intruded. It was true practice for what was to come, but Shiloh wasn't a normal boy anymore. He was a rat.

The sensations in his ass, the changes to his body, and the shifting fluids in his abdomen all conspired together. Shiloh felt more and more turned on, his own cock darkening further, the more purple flesh trapping in his juices. Waves of pleasure radiated out from his prostate, edging him closer and closer ot the edge until his first orgasm started to hit him. The waves of pleasure started in Shiloh's brain, ripped down his spinal cord and filled his cock and balls, but that wasn't all. Feeling the fluctuation of pleasure, Shiloh did what felt natural - he released.

Robbie groaned happily as he felt his son's ass quiver before the muscles went weak, stopping any barrier they had to the outside world. Robbie drew his finger back, watching as Shiloh released. His pucker stretched as the rat daddy's finger came out and soon after a thick, brown log of shit began oozing out. It was thick enough to hold its own consistency before it dropped to the floor, followed by another and another like a hot soft serve chocolate machine. The teen rat lifted his head, letting out a great squeak as he dumped his load onto the floor in front of the couch. Shiloh panted at the sensations, feeling his human shit turned into rat shit. It even had the same aroma, but the furry rat with the green hair slowly grinned, showing off his buck teeth. He was so proud of what he had done, showing his daddy he could really poop, and Robbie was just as proud.

What little part of Shiloh that was left felt shame and excitement at doing that in front of everyone, both the men that had been caring for him before he became of age and all the other rats. That shame and excitement made him harder, his cock stiffening, the sheath pulling back to reveal his slimy cock head. The smegma began dripping down onto his fat daddy's lap along with his own cum, everything becoming one big sloppy mess... but they were messy together, united by their new found unity.

****

The storm had been wreaking havoc on the city, not just from the acid rain but the all day darkness. The city was drawing extra power to keep all the lights on, but that didn't help underground. Flashlight beams flashed across the mossy bricks as the city worker descended, his plastic yellow outfit bright and shiny from the moisture in the air. He wore orange goggles and a wrap around his face to protect it all, but it never seemed like enough.

Setting his foot down on the walkway, the worker pulled out his tablet computer. The screen turned on, showing the city mainframe. Water mains had shut down in three areas due to compromises to the system. In addition there was sewage backing up in the lower end of the city. They were all problems he had to fix and they couldn't wait until after the storm since they managed to affect the affluent parts of the city.

Ralph walked down the dark tunnels, his shoulders drooped. He was so tired of everything he had to put up with. The bureaucracy, the red tape, the favoritism and nepotism. It was just too much... But what else was he supposed to do? He was an American and living in a big city was the dream, wasn't it? It would be unpatriotic to abandon civilization so he remained where he was, just another cog in the machine.

The worker walked for a few blocks, his eyes remaining on the screen. The labyrinth of the sewer moved around him, updating his progress until he was centered right next to a yellow square on the screen. Ralph turned and used his gloved hand to swipe the moss off the side of the tunnel, revealing a panel. He input his code and unlocked the cover, letting it retract back and slide out of view. Inside was a nest of circuit boards, cables and readouts.

A few LED lights flickered and snapped on, illuminating the interior. The operating system cycled and Ralph began feeding in commands. He pressed a button to purge the filters. In the river of rainwater and sewage behind him there was a burbling and then a sputtering as dark brown mud floated to the surface of the river before diluting and washing away. Ralph then cycled the filters and restarted the system. The indicator on his tablet went from yellow to Green, everything back in working order.

Feeling rather accomplished with himself, Ralph turned and began moving down the tunnel. He felt almost bored with it all, but something soon started to tug at his attention. There was a soft tapping near by. It wasn't a dripping noise, a gurgling or a clicking. It wasn't any of the noises he had gotten used to. Ralph stopped and the sound stopped. There was silence. Ralph waited several moments before he started walking again, but sure enough the sound resumed.

Once more Ralph stopp0ed and then the sound did too. Ralph looked at his uniform, checking for anything that might be dragging or clicking. Ralph took a breath and took a step, then another. Just as before, the clicking started again. Ralph stopped immediately, but this time was different. The clicking kept on going. Up ahead there was a shadow and then a form... It was the size of a beaver, furry and wet and brown. Beady black eyes peered around before glancing up ahead, spotting the human. Ralph gasped, seeing the creature. At first he thought it was a nutria or something, but then as it approached he saw it for what it really was, a giant rat... and he wasn't alone. More rats pushed around the corner, following the first. Seeing the human, they started to speed up, galloping along. Ralph panicked.

The worker turned and ran, speeding along the catwalk. The sound of the clicking paws only grew louder and louder behind him. He screamed and sped up, trying to get back to his exit. He could see the ladder he had used up two blocks, sitting alone in a column of light. Ralph was getting winded though, not used to running... and the rats knew their home turf. Dozens had followed after him in the tunnel, but others had cut around. Ralph gasped as he saw dozens more of the creatures coming at him from the side. The rats had caught up.

Before long Ralph felt his feet bumping into the creatures. He kicked some, knocked some into the sewer water but others started bumping back into him, rubbing and nudging before he felt a sting of pain... a bite. He yelped and nearly collapsed, but he kept going. The rats realized the bite hadn't worked and adjusted his strategies.

Rather than catching up to the fleeing human, the rats began passing him, bunching up ahead. Ralph no longer was able to get a clear footing. Instead of finding cement, his foot came down on rat tails, rat bodies, fur and paws. He slipped and fell, landing hard on the cement.

As the worker fell to the ground, his tablet computer fell out of his pocket and into the water. Its screen continued to emit an aura of glowing light into the water around it, even as it sank to the bottom and was covered over with muck. Ralph grunted hard, his knees and elbows hurting. He tried to push up, to get away, but he felt claws digging into his legs, then his ass and finally his back.

The rats were crawling over him from every side, weighing him down. He was getting covered in them... and then he gasped sharply. The teeth that had cut into his ankle now cut into his pants. The rat chewed through the denim, eating holes, exposing his underwear. That too was clawed at and rendered useless... and then he felt the fur directly.

In a way it was almost nice, like a furry blanket all over his body, but Ralph wasn't pleased. The rats were freaky, scary and wrong. They were too big, and he wondered if they were going to eat him. He started swiping at the rats, trying to throw them into the water but they latched onto his arms like possums on a branch.

Ralph grunted and moaned, feeling them all over him again, but then he felt something strange, something peculiar, and something very odd.

It felt almost like a finger at first, softer and smoother than any of the rat paws on his body. It slid up his ass cheek and then down into the cleft, probing around before it found his hole... and then it started to push in.

All at once Ralph realized it wasn't a finger, it was a penis... The rat monster was violating him. Ralph tried again to get up and to escape, letting out a scream for help. Even as his voice echoed down the tunnel, he wasn't heard by anyone. The rat that had started to mount him was sliding in and out, getting deeper with its foul cock... but it wasn't alone. Other rats, growing jealous, had pushed in. Ralph felt the tip of not one but two more cocks, three rats pushing into him at all. Ralph collapsed on the ground, his back arched in pain and disgust, trying to smash his way free.

Seeing his open, complaining mouth, the rats moved in from the other direction. One put paws on the man's forehead as it reared up and waddled forward, stuffing Ralph's face with rat cock. Ralph tried to scream, and then considered the unthinkable. The only way to stop the rat from fucking his face would be to make sure it couldn't. He tried to work up the courage, his eyes squinting shut before he began to push down with his jaws. His teeth came to the cock, he compressed and tried to bite it, but the cock was so hard and stiff and the purplish brown skin so tough that all he did was scrape the smegma off onto his tongue like some sort of cheese sliver... and as that cheesy, oily flesh cream met his tongue, Ralph was a gonner.

Ralph felt a stirring in his loins as his cock woke from its slumber. His stomach growled, wanting more. Ralph began to sweat and shift, panting... and then he did the unthinkable. He lifted his hips, held them there and then came down, grinding his cock against the ground. He repeated the process, moving up and down, starting to hump regularly. As Ralph humped the ground, he was face fucked harder and sucked all the cheese the rat had off his cock. He smacked his lips and swallowed, only to be rewarded with a hot, rancid spurt of rat cum. That nasty goo turned him on even more and he gulped it down, letting it coat his throat and fill his stomach.

As Ralph was fucked and filled, his lips bean curling into an odd grin. He had always been afraid of rats his while life, but really they just wanted to be friends. They were making love so tenderly to him. He felt bad for all the rats he had hurt and he knew he had to make it up to them. He sucked them off gently, he let them fuck him and his hands even reached out, wrapping around rat monster cocks. He squeezed and stroked, pleasing as many rats as possible. And his efforts were not unnoticed.

The worker that had been chased down and tripped by the rats was now making love to them, and in turn the rats were starting to cum. Stream after stream of salty rat cum hit the man, showering his hair and neck, his arms and his legs, his boots and his back. The stuff was coating him and it was coming from more of the rats than just the ones he was pleasuring. They were all in on it, showering him all over.

The multiple cocks that had started out feeling so small and loose began getting tighter in his ass, filling him better. Ralph groaned out at that, feeling himself getting stretched and loosened by the three rat shafts in his butt, but they weren't growing larger as he suspected. Something much different was happening. Ralph's uniform was getting baggier, the clothes rumpling and sagging as Ralph's body started to shrink, inch by inch.

Ralph's bones were contracting, his muscles tightening and his flesh changing. The cloth that had covered his mouth hung limp around his chin as the rats fucked his growing face, each thrust practically inflating it - but even as Ralph's face grew longer, it shrank bit by bit. His skull was reshaping and constricting around his brain, forcing the brain mater to simplify. Ralph's thoughts became more mundane, focusing on the pleasure he was being subjected to. A dull grin covered his cock filled mouth as he sucked and slurped, his whiskers growing in as his ears migrated to the top of his head.

Soon Ralph's boot fell off, then the other. His socks were loose and limp, punctured through with rat claws. His legs were sliding up into his pants as his back arched. Ralph was being changed on a fundamental level, becoming simpler and simpler. Soon even his pants went flat. His ribs had shrunk dramatically, his organs had compacted and the body of a feral, beaver sized rat crawled out of the clothes that had once been worn by a human.

As Ralph's body shrank more and more, the other rats started falling off of him one by one until there was only one over his head fucking his face and one over his backside fucking his ass. The two rats had their paws all over his back, not caring what they had just done. They rubbed noses with each other and began to lick each other, not focusing on the feral rat they had just made beneath their bodies. He was just another of their kind now, part of the whole, part of the family.

Ralph seemed quite content to fuck and suck the rest of his life, but he sensed movement up ahead. The hoard of rats was moving. He slowly pulled his head off the cock in his mouth and waddled away from the rats behind him. The hoard began moving forward, headed toward a small wet, slimy tube. The rats were filing into a line and crawling up one by one, heading up the slope.

In an oddly orderly way, Ralph waited his turn before he pushed his head in and used his grubby animal paws to propel himself upward. He felt the tail of the rat ahead of him rubbing over his head and he pushed up under the tail, sniffing and licking at the ass hole above him. It wasn't the time for play and Ralph didn't pursue it any further. The rats ascended upwards, heading toward the surface and Ralph followed by instinct, no longer remembering the makeup of the sewers, that the path they took was an emergency overflow drain.

The rat in the lead clawed at the end of the passage, working the metal before it popped open and rattled away onto the floor next to the drain. The rat crawled out and made room for the next, and the next and the next. Dozens of rats climbed up into the bathroom shower, looking around. The tiled walls were wide and clean and there were banks of lockers beyond. They could have been lockers in almost any gym, but they weren't Each locker held a crisp uniform and a badge, the badge of the cops who were exercising beyond. The rats had invaded the police station.

****

The sound of sirens had become a constant outside the hospital. While it was never truly silent there with the alarms and buzzers and patients and doctors, Kevin Rochester had gotten used to a bit of calm. That had all changed with the storm. Kevin wondered at first when he woke up if he had slept all day, but the darkness outside his room was simply from clouds so thick that the sun had been blotted out. It was getting to be dinner time and it had been dark all day.

Kevin thought about that and realized how empty his stomach was. He checked the clock again to make sure and for once he was correct about the time. It was dinner time, but no one had come to his room yet. He slowly turned and looked throught he glass pane on his door. Everyone outside was so worrie,d running back and forth. There were chemical burns, people sick from exposure, and many that had gotten into accidents because of the acid rain or the darkness. The hospital was running on too few staff members for far too many problems and once agaoin Kevin had been forgotten, though Kevin was a bit used to that.

With his short blond hair and pale blue eyes, KKevin had been the all american football player in high school... at least until hisimmune system had started shutting down. He'd been admitted to the hospital's long term care program, butthey were still short on beds. Instead of the care he needed, Kevin had been stuffed in a side corner of the hospital, ignored and left behind, given no visitors and no presents so as to keep him healthy.... But all it really did was make him lonely.

Kevin sat in bed, covered with magazines of dog breeds. His parents swore that if he got better, he'd get a dog as soon as he was healthy enough for it. Kevin leafed through the pages, barely able to be distracted when the door clicked. Kevin looked up, hoping that dinner had arrived... but to his surprise, there was an open door but no one beyond. No nurse, no doctor, no one with food.... Just him - or so he thought.

As Kevin went back to reading, he was distracted as he heard a faint tapping on the floor next to his bed. He turned and leaned over, gasping at what he saw. Standing on the floor was a gigantic rat with white fur, pink eyes and huge grayish pink paws. The rat was dirty despite being so big, looking like a lab rat that had run through the kitchens. Still, Kevin didn't care. What he saw was an animal, a potential friend and a visitor. He slowly lifted up his IV cord and bent his head under it, swinging his legs off of bed.

"Hey you... How'd you get all the way up here?" Kevin asked, leaning down to lift up the rat. It was heavy like a dog, but Kevin's muscles still hadn't given out on him. He laid back down in bed, setting the huge rat on him. He pulled his fingers away but then looked at them, realizing how covered in oils and grease they were. He had to chuckle a bit.

"I don't think you're suppose to be here... But since you are, maybe you can keep me company." Kevin said fondly, reaching to pet the rat's greasy head. The rat's pink eyes blinked and he settled down on Kevin's lap and began to nuzzle his hips back and forth. Kevin smiled and giggled a bit at that, though he paused as he felt something hot and warm on him... and it was spreading. Soon Kevin's whole lap was wet. Kevin gasped at that and lifted the rat up, but rather than piss he saw a pool of milky yellow semen on his lap, soaking through his surgical gown... and it was dripping over a hard, erect human cock.

Kevin bit his lip slowly. It had been a while since he had an erection and he was hesitant to let it go without enjoying it fully. The jock slowly reached down, dipping his hand into the pool> he began to grope himself, rubbing the sperm into the surgical gown, using the fluids to stroke his cock up and down. Kevin moaned, his back arching, feeling it so hot against his skin. He started rubbing harder, stroking himself off, not even paying attention to the fact that the fingernails on his right hand were extending inch by inch, honing into claws as his skin got tougher.

The patient got hornier and hornier and lifted up his gown, wrapping his clawed hand around his darkening cock. The blood rushed into it, giving it purple and brown splotches as the cock swelled and stretched, bloating and getting fat, but Kevin didn't notice. He jerked off, his eyes closed. They remained that way until he felt two paws press up onto his chest. Kevin opened his eyes and saw the giant rat looking at him. He looked into those beady black eyes and felt a strange contentment filling him... a contentment and a lust. He slowly leaned forward and the rat did as well, turning his muzzle. The tiny rat tongue slid into the human mouth as the two began making out.

While Kevin worked his own cock with one hand, he brought the other up to stroke the rat's tail, then his butt, and then his backside. Instinctively Kevin was drawn to his ass hole, rubbing at the greasy stretched pucker before pushing his finger inside, rubbing it back and forth. The rat squeaked into the kiss before pushing back on the finger, but soon it crawled almost all the way up onto Kevin's head. Confused, Kevin pulled his finger out but the rat then just backed up, moving until its hole lined up onto the human's cock... and then pushed back further.

Kevin inhaled sharply, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. For the first time in his life, he had penetrated something sexually. It clicked something in his brain and he began to thrust, pushing into the hole, sliding up and down, rutting with it. He opened his eyes again and moved to make out with the rat more even as the black in his eyes spilled out over the blue and then the white, his eyes turning dark. Likewise, the blood in his veins changed color, tainted by the foul exchange of fluids.

The machines in the room began to beep and chirp, registering the changes... but they weren't negative. His heart rate was improving, his breathing and blood pressure were better... in fact, they were inhumanly good. Kevin's condition improved even as he started sweating out oils that made his hair stand up in feathered layers, messed up from bed. His ears throbbed as they stretched into points and moved up his head and blondish white fuzz grew out across his cheeks like someone had hit him with a snow ball.

With every thrust of his cock and movement of his body, Kevin was becoming more of a rat. His cock grew longer and a sheath formed at the base. Fur covered his arms and legs and stomach and even his shoulders. His weary, fatigued body grew strong again as muscles reasserted themselves. His pecs filled out, his abs and his arms. He was getting to be quite formidable... but his body didn't know when to quit.

The bed started to sag beneath the weight of the restored football player, but he soon bested his own top weight. His muscles continued to add on, veins pushing out through the furry skin as his neck widened more and more, holding up a dense rat head. Kevin's body was surging with testosterone, so much that he lost all reason. He wanted to fuck, he wanted to mate, he wanted to be dirty and nasty and he loved it, all of it. Kevin could see his body changing but he didn't care, at least not negatively. He loved it, he wanted to look roided out. He fucked his rat friend as deep as he could, distending the creature's body bit by bit, but the giant rat didn't care.

As Kevin gave in more and more, his body started to emit the stink of the rats, smelling oily and dirty. Kevin focused so much on his cock that he no longer paid attention to everything else. There was soon a hot wetness beneath his cheeks as they pulled apart, allowing both a log of shit and his forming rat tail to emerge, the pink flesh whipping around as it grew out to a foot long, then two and three. The room that had felt like a prison to Kevin for so long finally seemed like more. It wasn't just a home, it was a nest... a nest full of medicines and foods and lots of people to visit. Kevin knew his pet would help him and once they were done, the hospital would be a fantastic home to their new kind. Life... was fantastic.

****

The police station was full of screams, shouts and grunts - but none of that seemed new, at least to Carson. He stood in his jail cell, staring at the tiny mirror above the sink as he had for the last half an hour. His hazel eyes took in every detail, from how his hair was spiked to the diamond earrings in his ears to the pyramid tips of his eyebrow piercings. He had just the right amount of stubble, his collar popped just the way he liked it... He looked perfect and he knew it, but then again he had always been a rather vain person.

Carson was so focused on himself that when the door to the cell block opened, he didn't turn around. He kept looking at himself, using his fingers to correct small deviations in his hair. He didn't see the two officers come in, partially transformed. He also didn't see that they held in their arms the giant feral rats. The police officers were mostly changed with thick tails out of their pants, their uniform shirts burst open over thick fat bellies and faces extending out into muzzles.

The officers moved down the cell block, holding the feral rats up to the various prisoners. The screams grew louder, especially as one of the officers pushed the fat rat through the bars to mate with the prisoner directly, but Carson didn't pay any attention to it. He was focused entirely on himself. He played with his hair, admiring it al the more, but then he realized that his fingernails were lovely too... They were so long and almost sharp. He flexed them and looked at them, shuddering at his own handsomeness. Carson grinned, looking at his wrinkly fingers, but then his own smile caught him off guard. He looked at his front teeth, how much longer they were. He grinned more.

"Fuckin' sexy bastard." He whispered, brushing his bangs out of his eyes, running his fingers over his pointed ears. He rubbed them and pet them, stroking them eagerly. He moaned louder, feeling hornier by the second. Before long he had no choice but to open his pants and whip out his cock, stroking himself off before the guards and everyone else. Each tug of his cock meat stretched out the foreskin even as it separated down his rod to the base, forming a bit of a sheath.

To even Carson's surprise, it wasn't long before he started to cum, spraying out his milky seed... seed that turned from ivory to a light yellowish cream color. Carson had no idea that he had been breathing in an infectious rat virus, nor that the reason his change had triggered was the gaze from the feral rat reflected in the mirror, the mirror he had been so devoted to. Fur sprouted across his arms, his legs and his neck, then eventually his face.

Even as the prisoner's jaw popped and elongated, pulling his nose with it, he thought he looked perfect. His nostrils upturned and the flesh went black, whiskers grew out and claws pushed through the ends of his shoes. Even as his tail grew out, swaying back and forth behind him, it was only a matter of time before he came even harder, spraying his spunk all over the cell block door. He groaned, rolling his eyes before he sighed with relief... and to his surprise, heard a click. The cell door rumbled open behind him.

"You're free to go..." The rat cop grunted, about to head down the hall to change and release more prisoners.

"Or... you could come in here with me, have a good fuck." Carson offered. The rat cop slowly grinned wider, loving the suggestion.

****

Work place cafeterias were largely the same wherever one worked; spacious rooms with riled floors and cheap wallpaper, sinks and industrial sized fridges and really old microwaves dotted around. The Hannity nuclear power plant break room was no exception. The only real difference came from the variety of scrub rooms and extra warning signs lining the walls. Even as strange as it was to work in such a dangerous place, Jim Brushnell had gotten used to it. He sat at the table, chewing on his roast beef sandwich, his blue eyes looking at the television up in the corner of the break room.

The screen had a live feed of the Wolverines and the Cougars battling it out over the cup, the volume stuck on low. Jim watched the screen, watching the ball sail back and forth through the sky before it inadvertently went dark, leaving Jim staring at a reflection of his stubbled face. There was a crackle on the screen and then an emergency test pattern... except that it wasn't a test. Outside an alarm started to sound.

Him dropped his sandwich and moved across the cafeteria, pushing out of the doors onto the balcony that overlooked the rest of the complex. Beyond the interwoven pipes and tubes in the midst of the darkness were bright yellow flashing lights on humvees and army jeeps. The vehicles all were emblazoned with a strange emblem on the doors and the letters C.O. The letters struck hard as Jim realized what they were.

"Central order..." he murmured softly. He had heard the news reports on the organization, an extension of homeland security designed to fill in when parts of the government were unable to function. He watched the vehicles moving around the complex, surrounding it... and he had no idea why. Were there terrorists? Had there been a spy in their midst? Jim turned to move back into the building when he paused, seeing a figure in a yellow radiation suit before him. Jim paused, wondering why anyone would bring the suit so far out... but then he noticed something wasn't right. There was a tail sticking out of the suit, and claws poking through the gloves. As the suited figure approached, it became clear that even the face mask was stretched out over a muzzle.

Jim's scream echoed through the night air before it was muffled, lost in the midst of the storm. The Central Order had arrived, but it was already too late. The power plant had been compromised just like the hospital, the police station and the armory. The plague of rats was spreading throughout the city without restraint or care at the repercussions. It was spreading faster with very passing moment and it had all started from a single rat, a single rat that was far across town.

****

Ryu moaned and groaned softly, feeling paws working all over his chest. The new rats suckled his nipples, stroked his stomach and most importantly licked his bloated cock. Ryu's tail thwacked against the cement beneath him as he was so pleased, gazing up at the sky with black eyed glee. He felt amazing and wonderful, but somewhere in the back of his mind there was a growing sense of dread. Something bad was coming, but he didn't know what. Ryu slowly pulled a goateed rat off his cock and pushed a feral giant rat back before he could take the first's place.

Ryu looked around and sniffed the air, his whiskers twitching. He wasn't sure what it was, or even how he could sense it, but he could feel an impending disaster. He knew it was instinctive. It was how rats had survived so long, how animals sensed Earthquakes and other changes before they happened. Something was coming to the city and Ryu knew it was time to leave. He turned and be began walking. One by one the other rats started to follow him, at first aout of a crving for his seed, but the feeling of impending doom spread on the wind and they all picked up on it. It was itme to evacuate.

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The long night had started giving way to an early dawn, the remaining clouds tinged pink and green by the rising sun... but the light wasn't falling onto a city ready for another day. It was spreading across a city that had been lost to the rats. Humanity had crumbled faster than their city. Smoke spilled out of windows, climbing up into the sky. The streets were silent, vehicles left empty, houses and apartments abandoned. Even the rats were leaving the area as fast as their legs could carry them.

The silence would have lasted for days, maybe even longer, but it only took one alarm to sound to break the spell over the desolate city... It was an alarm from the nuclear power plant, now just as empty as the rest of the city. Left unattended and exposed to the ravages of the storm, the levels were getting out of hand. The coolant levels were dropping as temperatures climbed, boiling away everything protecting the fuel rods.

Just as the city had decayed and led to the rise of the rats, the last kingdom of man collapsed. Once more the silence was punctuated by sound, this time an explosion as the containment housing was ruptured. Radioactive steam began spilling into the atmosphere, but the real danger was invisible, spreading out as a wave of death, passing through cars and buildings and walls, spreading outward in every direction. There was another explosion, then another... and in the midst of it all, the fuel rods continued melting down.

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A hot wind blew across the wasteland, the dust kicking up into a short funnel cloud that spiraled a few feet before dying away again. The wind was particularly hard on the signs stuck to the massive chain link fence, cordoning off the area. The warning signs were plentiful, forbidding entry beyond the fence. There were radiation signs, biohazard signs and written out warnings in English, Spanish and Russian... though the sign went limp as the bolt cutters finished slicing through the metal links behind it.

The fence sagged as its integrity was defiled, a hole big enough for the eighteen year old to squeeze through onto the other side. He was covered in black and brown robes, leather bracers covering his wrists while orange goggles covered his eyes. His boots were well worn and well traveled and his backpack was empty, save for the most rudimentary of supplies. He had water, a ten year old ration bar and his tool kit... but he hadn't come to the forbidden lands to survive. He had come to raid.

It had been almost sixty years since the fall of man, since the fall of nature and everything else. The plant life had died away, the ground had corroded into a rusty orange color and the air felt stale and hot... but even in the midst of such hardships, there were ways to survive and Hayato was intent on making his life just a little bit better. Nestled deep in the forbidden lands were remnants of humanity. There were trinkets, bits of technology, food and memories that could be sold.

Hayato walked and walked for hours on end, the orange dust giving way to cracked out roads, then rusted out cars. Hayato looked out through his goggles with brown eyes, a faint smile crossing his lips. He knew that he was getting closer, that he might be able to find something to make his life a bit better... or to make his son's life more manageable. Hayato reached into his pocket and pulled out a small picture of his baby boy, his little Sho. That was enough for him to press on and continue.

As the explorer reached hour three of his travels into the forbidden lands, the sun was starting to set. The sky turned from blue to silver, the clouds tinged in orange and red and purple. It was beautiful even if it was desolate, but there was something that seemed off... something that seemed strange. Something was out in the darkness. Hayato squinted his eyes before he eventually lifted his goggles up and saw it with his own eyes... Lights.

In the middle of a dead zone, in the middle of where no life should exist, there was a series of pulsing red lights, slowly fading on and off. The lights were attached to power lines coming out of the mountains, feeding out in different directions. Hayato grinned wide and began running toward the lights, kicking up dirt behind him. His heart raced with excitement and hope. It was almost too much... especially as a small hatch opened up from the ground.

Hayato skidded to a stop as a figure pulled himself up out of the hatch, rising to the surface. His body was covered in ragged, torn and stained blue material. There was a faint glint of metal from a central order emblem on the shoulder... but Hayato wasn't looking at the uniform. His eyes were stuck gazing into the deep black beady eyes of the rat wearing the uniform. The rat stood there, gazing into Hayato's eyes, moving closer slowly.

The explorer felt as if gooey oil was leaking down over his body and filling his veins. He shivered with fear and an odd eroticism as his nipples went hard and his cock started to stiffen. He panted more and more at that, starting to sweat. The rat grinned, moving closer toward the captivated and hypnotized human until they were only inches apart. The rat reached up, running his clawed leathery fingers over Hayato's cheek while a fleshy corded rat tail curled around Hayato's leg.

"It has been far too long since anyone has come into our lands... Tell me, human, what drew you to us?" The rat asked, slowly unzipping his pants. A gush of yellowed semen leaked out from where it had been trapped, followed soon after by a long, dirty rat cock. Hayato felt so conflicted, so torn. His stomach was churning and he felt ill, but at the same time he felt so hungry. He leaned forward slowly and his tongue extended toward the rat in any direction. The rat butted Hayato back gently with his nose, reminding him of the question. Hayato winced and then looked up slowly.

"The... the lights..." he murmured. The rat considered for a long moment, looking to see the power lines heading out across the desert in every direction, even to power stations for electric vehicles like the desert runners. The rat smiled more and more, realizing they had the perfect cheese to bait the trap to make more rats. With that he nodded and pushed Hayato down to his knees. The explorer shuddered, smelling the musky cream waiting for him.

The rat officer ran his clawed finger into his cock flesh, gathering some of the waxy smegma. He brought it over and began smearing it on Hayato's cheeks, but even as his whiskers started to grow in he moved to suck the finger clean, taking the waxy stuff down. His eyes glazed over with lust and he began drooling, moving for the rat's cock directly. His hand pulled the foreskin sheath back and he popped it into his mouth, sucking and slurping. The rat tangled his greasy fingers in Hayato's hair, holding him there as his cock began to drool.

As the rancid yellow rat cum hit Hayato's tongue, his muscles tightneed and shifted. His clothing began to grow taut over his growing biceps and triceps. Even his wrists were widening, filling out the shirt cuffs and making the bracers too tight. Hayato's feeding became more and more desperate as his shirt rode up, revealing that the explorer's emaciated, deprived stomach was starting to fill and even round, a layer of fat covering up the exposed ribs.

Even while ignored, Hayato's cock was hardening, becoming more erect than it ever had been before. It tented tighter and tighter in his pants, enough that the belts and straps stretched out over it like some sort of spider web... but the base was visible through the gap, nestled beneath a fuzzy black bush. The pink of the cock was brightening up as more blood rushed into it, turning the cock brighter and brighter red, then almost purple before the color drained away entirely, leaving the cock a dingy brownish color. The flesh toughened up a bit and then the dull dusty color started to spread outward.

The gray passed beneath the black hair, moving up Hayato's expanding stomach, the belly becoming almost waxy... but the color wasn't the only thing spreading. The black hair around his cock had started to soften and lengthen, growing into silky long black strands. New hair pushed up around the curve his stomach and around his waist, growing out longer by the moment. Even Hayato's normally hairless arms were growing fuzzy, hair sprouting all over.

Hayato nursed from the rat as if his life depended on it, one hand groping and milking at the base of the cock, but it wasn't enough. He needed even more pleasure. Hayato fumbled with his straps and his bindings to unleash his rat cock before he started to pump himself off desperately, stroking forward and back, feeling it grow longer and thicker. Each tug of his cock flesh stretched it out and the interior began splitting downwards, creating an outer layer. Soft black fur began growing out of the cock flesh, curly and bristly, thickening all over the forming sheath.

It felt so alien, so animal. Hayato was screaming inside, but he couldn't tell if he was screaming in fear or in joy. He knew he was losing his son, his life, his existence, but it felt so good. His nose twitched and his nostrils flared. He could smell so much more on the air before. He could smell rat dander, he could smell a poison lake. He could sense the rat colony at the edge of his awareness. They needed him, they needed his help. There was so much more to do...

As Hayato continued to suck, his face began pushing forward around the cock lodged between his lips. His jaw popped, his face extended and the whiskers pushed out longer and longer. As Hayato's face began rubbing against the rat's furry balls and smelly belly, his nose started to turn upwards, exposing his widening nostrils as the tip of his nose turned from pink to brown and then black.

Hayato closed his eyes, burying his face in the rat's crotch, letting the long leathery cock slide into his stretched throat and drip directly. The rat holding him there groaned, unable to hold back. It had been years since he had turned a human. He forced himself to look down at Hayato's hairless muzzle and the black fur creeping up his chest and over his shoulders, growing into the fur on his arms. The rat let out a squeak as he came, pumping his seed into Hayato's throat.

The tainted cum was rich and strong, tasting like sweat and cheese and sex and man. Hayato's stomach rumbled and bloated outwards more, but his muscles remained as well. His clothing was getting so tight it started to tear and shred in places. The excessive belts around his waist popped and broke and his own rat cock began to pulse. Before Hayato was even prepared, he let out a splurt of clean white human cum... and then another shot of thicker, slightly tainted cum... and then a torrent of thick, soupy yellow rat semen. The cum sprayed out like a fire hose, splashing onto the ground before the orgasm ended - at least for the moment.

The large rat creature smiled in bliss, sighing happily. His tail stroked up and down Hayato's furry black leg before drifting across the swollen shoes. The leather split out and growing toes emerged, claws stretching outward. Hayato continued to suck on the rat's cock even as it went dry, but his change was still not quite complete. The black fur crept up his neck and across his chin before spreading over his face. Ax it moved up his cheeks it grew into his sideburns and hairline, covering his long muzzle. The black fur covered everything.

After several more moments had passed, Hayato's eyes slowly opened... but they were no longer human. The black had spread outward, dominating them completely. The black orbs blinked with new purpose. He lived for sex, for filth, for helping the rat colony and making more of their kind. He thought of all the humans back in the settlements. They had too many to contend with directly, but if they could lure more to the dam, make more of their kind, it'd be all they needed to spread out again and colonize the rest of the planet. It was only a matter of time.

Reluctantly the rat officer pulled his cock from Hayato's mouth before he moved back toward the hatch he had entered. Hayato fell forward onto his rat hands, about to bound after the officer before he cringed, grunting. His ass cheeks clenched and he suddenly bore down, but rather than anything coming out of his ass, something came out just above it. His pants tore out as a thick tail erupted from his tailbone, whipping out behind him. Hayato sighed with relief and then ran for the hatch on all fours before jumping in after the officer. A moment later the hatch shut, leaving the surface silent again, waiting for the next explorers to venture into the forbidden lands.