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Influencer: Ratted Out

Written by: TiranMaster

Looking into the bag with some indignation, Ruban nearly chucked the bag aside out of sheer irritation. The bag had come with a note from one of his friends at the university, they probably thought they were doing it out of some sort of kindness, but he was just pissed. “[i]Hey Rub, know you’ve been trying to get out of your shell more. I heard that this stuff is supposed to help give you some confidence. - Brian[/i]” Ruban was well aware that it was meant to be a well meaning gift, and yet he couldn’t look at it without feeling irate.

He’d nearly thrown the bag aside when he’d read the note, but he’d quickly realized that the present within was hefty and had some sort of liquid in it. If Ruban threw it, not only would he feel guilty later, but he would also have to clean up a mess. So, despite his own conflicting feelings, he reached into the bag and pulled out the bottle within. It was a bottle of cologne, marked with the brand’s name, [i]Sexy and Scented[/i], and above that was the product’s name. [i]Rongeur[/i].

Ruban had a passing memory of taking introductory french classes years prior when he’d been in high school, and his face distorted in confusion as he realized what the word meant. “Rodent?” He wasn’t certain if he was mistranslating it, but he was sure of one thing. Any brand that was promoting one of their scents with the name “rodent” was not one he was interested in, so he set the glass onto the table and scowled at it. “More confidence? Well, if the cost is wearing something named after pests, I think I’ll pass.”

Pulling out his phone, Ruban shot a text to Brian, his fingers flying fast with his heightened emotions. “[b]Dude, what the hell? Kinda rude just to send me a new cologne all of a sudden, and do you even know what this stuff is named after?![/b]” Before he had the better sense to rethink through his text, Ruban hit send and shoved the phone into his pocket and stomped off to use the bathroom.

Passing by his reflection, Ruban briefly looked himself over with a slight frown. He was shorter than most of his peers, larger too, his hands briefly touching his stomach. He had nice hair, a decent face, and yet his physique constantly had him second guessing himself. Unlike some of his other friends, he didn’t consider himself much of a social butterfly, he much preferred to stay inside and watch movies. He had discussed with Brian wanting to be a bit more social but whenever the chance had come he’d fled away with it, citing either school work or pressing matters at home. Mostly it ended with him sitting in a chair, snacking away on popcorn, and either playing games or watching movies.

After using the bathroom, Ruban received a text back from Brian, his phone buzzing in his pocket with a couple of texts. “[b]Sorry, man, didn’t mean to upset you. Just know that you’ve been struggling with social anxiety, and I wanted to help in any way I can.[/b]” The first text softened Ruban a bit, his face softening from anger to mild irritation, and then finally to defeat. “[b]Also, the stuff smells great, man. Dunno what it’s named after, but I like it. Started using it yesterday, and I’ve never felt better.[/b]”

That second text had Ruban hesitating, he hadn’t realized that Brian had decided to use it too. “[b]Where did you find this stuff anyways?[/b]” he shot back, wandering back towards where he’d left the package.

“[b]New guy I found on youtube, he has a really nice voice and has a really confident attitude. He’s on the Sexy and Scented brand page, Rongeur is his personal brand. I really hope you try it, here’s a link to his page.[/b]” The link to the youtube video followed shortly after while Ruban picked up the bottle of cologne, looking it over once more with a new eye. The bottle itself was a pleasing triangular shape with a textured black appearance, the inner liquid hidden away by the opaque bottle.

Absent-mindedly, Ruban clicked on the youtube link, carrying the bottle with him as he walked over to his couch and sat down. Casting the video up to his television, he leaned back, eyes focused on the screen as he saw the [i]Sexy and Scented[/i] logo appear up on the screen. He blinked in surprise as the screen cleared to show a man wearing a rather pristine looking white jacket, it appeared very soft, and his hair was similarly white that went past his shoulders. He smiled invitingly at the screen, and Ruban found himself sitting up a bit more attentively. “Hello, my lovely viewers, this is my first video for [i]Sexy and Scented[/i], my name is Faris and I am the newest brand ambassador on this channel.”

He gave a winning smile, the kind that made Ruban feel... special, important somehow. He vaguely noted that the video was from a couple of months ago, it somehow made him feel happy to know that there were likely more videos to watch. In the video, Faris held up a bottle similar to the one that Ruban himself was holding. “This is my first product, [i]Rongeur[/i], and I will be trying it for the first time today!” Faris had a very inviting presence in the video, and the way he pronounced Rongeur gave it an extra flourish of something exotic. It was almost enough to make Ruban forget that the name of the cologne was literally “rodent”.

Holding the very same bottle, Ruban felt... giddy, somehow excited to be holding the same thing. Ruban noted to himself that this could possibly fall into a weird parasocial situation if he leaned too hard into those thoughts... though for the moment it seemed less important. He found himself looking over the bottle with the same appeal that Faris himself did, and he watched as Faris spritzed himself with the bottle.

There was an odd jump cut in the video, the lighting in the video changing, Faris’ appearance looking... different, a bit more disorganized. His eyes seemed almost... hazy? “I’m so sorry for that jump, my lovelies.” His voice sounded the same, and his energy was still welcoming, but there was... something different, though Ruban couldn’t place it. “We had some technical issues with my camera, but we’re back with my video on [i]Rongeur[/i].”

Holding the bottle up, Ruban thought that the sleeves of Faris’ immaculate white jacket seemed a little more... yellowed? “This is positively divine, I could smell it all day,” Faris purred, pointing it straight at himself and spritzing it several times. He seemed to breathe it in deeply, and Ruban found himself wondering if that was a healthy thing to do with a spray in a bottle. When Faris looked out at him, he felt like the man’s eyes were locked right on him... was there a little yellow around his irises? “I implore you, please buy my scent, it would make me so very happy.” He gave a small smile, and Ruban found himself blushing, even though he was very straight... or at least he told himself that.

His hands were still clutched around the bottle as the youtube video flashed away to show the [i]Sexy and Scented[/i] logo again, this time discussing where one could go to purchase Rongeur. Ruban considered the bottle, thinking about Brian’s message, and how happy Faris looked using the spray. There were a few red flags, though he found himself glancing over those as the jingle of [i]Sexy and Scented[/i] played in the background. He lifted the cologne up and sprayed himself once with it, and immediately gagged in revulsion at the scent.

The smell was [i]awful[/i], notably disgusting, it even felt bad as it splattered against his skin. “God!” he gagged, dropping the bottle onto his couch as he bolted upright. He needed to take a shower to get it off of his skin! He started staggering towards the bathroom as the scent permeated his nostrils, making him heave and gag on the repulsive smell. It smelled of garbage, of rancid food, of [i]sweaty sex[/i].

That last thought made Ruban shake his head, he’d had sex a few times, though he’d always been fairly clean with it. He didn’t like the idea of having sex with someone who smelled that nasty... so why was he hard? He glanced down to see his sweatpants tented with his manhood, his shirt stained slightly yellow by the fragrance he’d sprayed on himself. [i]What would it taste like?[/i] The idea of licking up the cologne made Ruban’s mouth water with revulsion... or was it desire?

His skin tingled where the spray resided, he wondered if that was healthy... “Of course it’s not healthy!” he told himself, so why did Ruban feel like spraying himself again with it?! The scent was clogging up his nostrils, making his brain oddly foggy. He grit his teeth together, he needed to take a shower and get the stuff off of him. So he forced himself, step by step, towards the bathroom.

[c]***[/c]

Ruban’s mouth slapped together a few times as he blinked away gummy eyes, feeling foul as he woke up from a deep sleep. Immediately he could tell something was... off. He was laying on his couch instead of his bed, surrounded by empty bags of popcorn, and his TV was on showing a youtube video about... stinky cheese? “The hell?” he groaned, slowly sitting up as he pulled his hand out of his underwear.

A series of questions ran through his head, first of all, where were his clothes?! He was in nothing but his underwear, his skin covered with sweaty and some strange grimy liquid. He frowned as he looked himself over, noting the crumbs and grime of things he’d eaten and drinken. He must have had a lot to drink, it was the only way to explain his clear lack of care for cleanliness. He also had a note stuck to his chest, and when he pulled it off he saw it was in his roommate’s handwriting.

[i]Dude, what the fuck?! I come home to find you reeking like a rat’s ass, and you’ve eaten all the damn snacks in the house! I tried to wake you up, but you wouldn’t budge. I don’t want this to happen again, this is repulsive! You’re always talking bad about how people who get blackout drunk are disgusting, and then I find you like this. Consider cleaning your shit up![/i]

Guilt and disgust hit Ruban like a rock, he and Chuck got along great, so for his roommate to be this upset with him... “Shit, all of the food?” he groaned, leaning his head back on the armrest of the couch. It had been the middle of the day when he last remembered being awake before... something was delivered? He couldn’t clearly remember, it was all locked away in a hungover dream. He sniffed his hand absently, moaning as he could smell his musky ball scent on his skin. “What the fuck is wrong with me?!” he groaned, sitting up as he rubbed his head.

Chuck had left a note about how he smelled, but for some reason Ruban couldn’t quite smell it himself. He lifted his armpit and sniffed before letting out a small moan, his cock twinging in his musky drawers. “I need to take a shower,” he told himself, not thinking about his own reaction to his filthy smell too much. Something in his head was making him not think about it too much, nor the fact that his belly had not only grown a bit larger, but it was also a bit more hairy.

Showering off first, Ruban got dressed afterwards, and then he started to clean up the front room. The memories from the night prior were... gone, all of them, some of the morning as well. He was very upset with himself, how could he have gotten so drunk so early in the day?! He barely drank as it was, so the idea that he’d gotten so drunk...

“You’re up,” came the sardonic tone of his roommate. Ruban looked over to see Chuck, a frown on his face, dressed for a day of classes.

“Chuck, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what ha-” Ruban started, his words rushed as he started towards his roommate.

Chuck shook his head and held up a hand, his own expression looking regretful as he glanced away. “No... no need to apologize, something clearly happened yesterday. You never act like that, you’ve always been a great roommate, Ruban. I dunno what happened, but if it upset you that much to get so fucked up... well, I hope you feel better today.”

Chuck was taller than Ruban, more handsome as well, he was... what Ruban wished he was. “I’m still sorry,” Ruban said lamely, glancing at the trashbag in his hand. He was supposed to have class in an hour, but after the events of the previous night... he didn’t really feel up to it.

“You’re okay. Need any help?” Chuck asked, nodding towards the leftover bags of trash on the ground.

“No, I’ll get it.” Ruban was silent for a moment, “thanks for being understanding.” Chuck smiled and nodded, stepping towards him for a moment before his nose wrinkled.

“Dang... I know you showered, I can see that your hair is wet, but... you still have some bo. I dunno what you spilled on yourself yesterday, but it’s pretty rank,” he chuckled, stepping back as Ruban glanced down at himself. “I gotta get ready to head off to class, hope everything is better for you, man.”

Ruban gave a half-mumbled response while Chuck slipped out of their place. He’d just changed into some clean clothes... so why were the armpits of his shirt stained slightly? More than that, they had an odd yellowish tinge to the sweat. “The hell?” Ruban questioned, lifting his armpit and sniffing.

[i]Stroking himself, crashed out on the couch, snorting his underwear which were stained with... yellow? Was it piss? Was it sweat? Ruban was grinning from ear to ear as he closed his eyes and took a deep whiff of the underwear, it reeked of rancid garbage. He glanced over to reach out for a bottle on the table, picking it up and spraying it into the underwear before huffing it again. He moaned as he tweaked his nipple, his tongue lolling out as he let out a squeak of pleasure. “Fuuuuck... I’m so... fucking sexy,” he moaned, his words inarticulate and vapid as he humped into his stained underwear.

On the television, Faris was on the screen, looking a bit different himself. His fine white jacket was stained with some food, his facial features were a bit more stretched out, his eyes looked a bit more black than before. “My manager has told me that all of you filthy lovelies are wanting to see me in my underwear.” He chuckled, his voice a bit deeper, a bit more nasal. “I can’t promise anything yet, but if you continue to buy Rongeur and subscribe to my personal feed, I might be able to start showing off more. To hold you over...” He pulled out a pair of stained yellowed underwear, similar to what Ruban was holding.

Ruban let out a long moan as he stared at those filthy underwear, knowing that Faris himself had worn them. “Fuck... so hot,” he moaned, fishing out his cock and jerking off as he stared at the influencer. Everything was so hot, it was hot to eat a ton of junk food, it was hot to smell like rancid garbage, and... stinky cheese sounded hot too. He found himself flicking through youtube until he found a channel about stinky cheeses, some of them had holes in them too. “What would it be like to fuck those holes?” Ruban sniggered, imagining sticking his stinky dick instead of the cheese before he ate it.[/i]

Staggering from the sudden influx of memory, Ruban gagged as the memory overwhelmed his every sense, including taste. He’d eaten so much food, but he hadn’t realized that he’d literally ate from the garbage. Memories of him reaching in and digging out food that had been discarded within... “[i]Why is that so hot?[/i]”

He took another shower, and another after that, trying to get the memories and the smell off of him. Ruban doused himself with soap, all the while the images from the previous night danced through his head. His skin was rubbed raw with soap, his hair feeling odd with all of the product he’d put into it, and yet somehow he was sure there was still an odor about him. He found himself grabbing his phone and texting Brian, his mind consumed with worry. “[b]Dude, something is wrong with that stuff you gave me. I sprayed myself and... I did weird shit. I didn’t go to class today because... I dunno man, are you okay?[/b]”

The response came back sooner than he’d expected. “[b]I’m great, man. Are you okay? Need me to come over?[/b]” The answer was quick, but didn’t elaborate much on what had happened to Brian. Something about it made Ruban uncomfortable, he was worried that somehow Brian might be affected too. Still, Brian was the only other person who knew about the Rongeur... so maybe it would be good to get his thoughts.

“[b]That would be great. See you in a bit.[/b]” He texted back, immediately regretting it as soon as he’d sent it. What if it was all in his imagination? Maybe after he’d sprayed himself, he had just decided to get blackout drunk? It wasn’t completely out of the question... except there was no alcohol in their apartment.

Ruban cleaned up around the house while he waited for Brian, his mind turning around the events in his head. Something stood out to him though... where was the Rongeur? He’d yet to find it anywhere, and he could remember the flash of himself spraying the underwear with the nasty liquid. That pair of underwear was gone too, he’d yet to find it while cleaning. “Jesus... am I imagining it all?” he groaned as he rubbed his head.

There was a knock on the front door, and Ruban went over to open it up. Before he did, there was a... scent lingering in the air. It was familiar, yet more potent, even through a door. He didn’t get a chance to consider the consequences of that though when he opened the door to reveal Brian. His friend was... extremely different.

Brian was a lean guy, short like Ruban, but always fairly cleancut. The man on the other side of the doorway was... different. He had put on an excessive amount of weight, his hair was greasy, his eyes seemed somehow yellowed. He was wearing shorts, though they barely seemed to conceal his thick manhood underneath. “Dude, good to see you,” Brian said, his voice more nasally, his breath smelled rank.

“B... Brian?” Ruban gasped, his friend pushing past him immediately, seeming to stain him with grease at the briefest bump of their bodies.

“Nah, ain’t about that name anymore,” Brian said, tossing a bag down on the kitchen table. Ruban hadn’t seen the bag as it had been hidden behind Brian’s new bulk. Ruban closed the door without thinking, not even considering the fact that he might not want his friend within. “Ya can call me Barf,” he said with a smile over his shoulder as he pulled out lots of food from within the bag. “Thought we might need this.”

“What the hell happened to you, Brian?!” Ruban asked, stepping towards his friend before he coughed a few times. His friend smelled awful, reeking of garbage and filth, and his clothes seemed to barely fit around his new fattened physique.

“Barf,” his friend reminded him, “and nothing! I’m just more confident now, Ruban. I’ve never felt any better! You though...” his features grew repulsed, “you smell awful, Ruban. What are you wearing?”

Suddenly Ruban felt a bit unnerved, was Br... Barf asking about the cologne? “I took a bunch of showers, you shouldn’t be able to smell it anymore. That cologne was rancid, I think it got into my pores.

Barf’s face dropped at the mention of a “shower”. “You put... soap all over you?!” The word soap sounded like an unholy thing in Barf’s mouth. “Dude, we gotta clean you up! Where did you put the good stuff?” He started to sniff at the air, as if he might be able to smell through his own putrid cloud.

Ruban followed after his friend, unsure and very confused about what was going on. “Barf, what happened to you?! You used to be skinnier, cleaner...”

“I know, isn’t it great?” Barf asked, grinning back at his friend before he fished around in the cushions of the couch. Several empty bags of chips came out, things that Ruban had clearly missed. Inside of Barf’s hand was the bottle of Rongeur, the bottle slightly crusted with something that had gotten on it. Barf shook it and listened to it, cringing as he glanced at Ruban. “Dude, you’ve barely used this! C’mon, ya gotta really use it if you want to be more like Faris!”

Something about that made Ruban pause, his mind flashing to the clean image of Faris, how appealing he was, how eloquent. “I uh... I dunno, Barf, I... something’s wrong.” Why were his thoughts so jumbled? Why did he want to desperately dive into the food that Barf had brought?! He was certain that he’d seen half-rotten onions spilling out of the bag along with the more clean food.

“Don’t worry, Ruban, I’ll help fix you up. That’s what friends are for!” Barf said, and then he pointed the spray right at Ruban. His mind reacted too slowly to the situation, he started to lurch aside, but he was already sprayed. Once, twice, three times in quick succession. Ruban gagged at the taste and odor, it was somehow WORSE than the first time.

Falling onto his hands and knees as he gagged, Ruban tried to spit up the taste. He found himself looking down at the carpet, noticing how clean it was... [i]how repulsive. A good carpet should squish and crunch.[/i] The thought was foreign, tainted with something gross and... [i]horny.[/i] His cock twitched and swelled between his thighs as his fingers clenched in the carpet, his ass suddenly feeling oddly empty. “Barf, why would you do that?!” he finally managed, trying to wrestle with those alien nasty thoughts.

“Mmm,” Barf said, clearly thinking. Ruban now noticed that Barf wasn’t wearing shoes, how had he not noticed that? He hadn’t stopped to take them off, he merely hadn’t been wearing them since he’d walked in. More than that though, his feet looked... wrong. They were almost rodent-like in their physiology, and the dark brown hair that was growing on them. “I think you need a couple more sprays, you’re really fighting it!”

A hand slid under Ruban’s chin and yanked his face up to peer at his friend’s face... and he gasped in horror. Barf was looking less human than he had moments before, perhaps it was him transforming, or maybe Ruban could see through some sort of mask. Barf’s face was very ratlike, not covered in fur yet, but his features were swelling into that of a rat. “Let’s help get you in the mood, I think we should go out tonight, Ruban.” Barf said, and then he sprayed Ruban a few more times... he lost count.

[c]***[/c]

[i]Everything stank, and Rancid gloried in it. He was wearing barely anything as he strutted around with Barf at his side. He had started changing, his cock was darker, and his balls had fur on them. His swollen gut looked right at home alongside Barf, both of them dressed in filthy white shirts. They had worn their best out, and they were ready for people to compliment them. “How’s it going, babe?” He gave a wide smile to a man in front of him, standing hand in hand with his girlfriend.

“Dude... what the fuck?” he said, stepping back as he covered his mouth in revulsion. “You reek... and what are you wearing?!” The man was handsome, blonde, tall. Rancid thought he would look sexier with some filthy fur, but he couldn’t expect everyone to know how great Rongeur was.

“I’m wearing Rongeur,” Rancid said proudly, drawing a hand over his stomach. He could be bigger, he had seen later videos of Faris, and that rat had put on quite a bit of weight! “Actually, both of us are,” he said, gesturing to Barf.

Barf gave a big smile, his teeth looking a bit slimy and yellowed, Rancid thought it looked hot. He and Barf and made out a bit before leaving his apartment, though Barf had suggested they both go out and look for someone to hook up with. Maybe they could have a foursome, an idea that would’ve frightened the boring old “Ruban”. “Wanna hook up with me, hot stuff?” Barf asked, looking at the man’s girlfriend.

She yanked on her boyfriend’s hand, looking absolutely disgusted. “Let’s go, I can’t stay in line with these freaks,” he said, and they both walked away.

Rancid’s eyes followed after the nice ass of the man, before flicking away to look for another possible one night stand. “Too bad they don’t get a chance to ride on these,” he said, openly groping his manhood lewdly.

“Their loss,” Barf said in agreement, both of them grinning at each other. Barf was looking less and less human, fur growing from the collar of his shirt, thick knotted and brown. None of the regular humans seemed to notice that fact, though if they looked long enough, they might notice the yellowing of their eyes. Rancid pulled his friend into a kiss, pushing him up against a wall and grinding their packages together. He was so horny, so filthy, he couldn’t help but share himself with his friend.

They were only pulled out of their open and lewd grinding when the person behind them in line cleared his throat, gesturing that the line had moved on. The power of their scent was making people a little less likely to comment on their insanely lewd actions, though it also might have something to do with their scent making people’s eyes water in pain.

Soon, Barf and Rancid were in the club, though the bouncer at first was not about to let them in. Barf took over though, pushing a hand into his underwear and gathering up some slime from around his cock. Sticking his finger rapidly into the bouncer’s mouth, they both watched as he started to gag... and then his body went limp as his eyes glossed over, a yellowish tint forming at the edges. “Go on in...” he grunted, adjusting his suddenly hard package.

“Sexy and Scented, it’s called Rongeur,” Rancid whispered into the man’s ear. The bouncer blandly nodded, the word locked into his brain whether he wanted it or not. He would soon be a new subscriber to Sexy and Scented, just as infatuated with Rongeur as they were. But that's another story, the two transforming rat men were soon in a throng of dancing bodies. They separated without a word, each off to find their own partner for the night, cocks rigid under their tight clothes.

One by one people turned them down, able to slip away before either of them could pin them down. The bouncer had been an easy target, but others weren’t so willing to stay in place. So the pair danced the night away, high on their own scents, drinking alcohol which barely had an effect on their already tainted minds. Until they each found someone, Barf able to pin down a bartender, and Rancid someone on the dance floor.

The man was shorter, had a bit of a gut, but had the confidence of someone much hotter. Rancid had his eyes on him for a while, dancing his way through the crowd with ease as people were quick to vacate his presence. As he drew closer, his target sniffed the air and started to move away, but not fast enough before Rancid was able to grab onto his arm. “Hey there, stud,” he purred, drawing in far too close.

“You... please let me go,” the man said, tugging his arm away, his face pale from Rancid’s reeking scent.

“Aw, but c’mon baby, I just wanna have some fun,” Rancid purred, grinding up against his new play thing. The man tugged his arm away again, his pale features starting to shade towards green as Rancid pushed his hand down into his pants and swept a finger through his ass crack.

The man’s desperate motions grew stronger as he jerked once more in a fruitless bid to escape, shocked by Rancid’s powerful grip. He opened his mouth to protest once more, only for Rancid to stick his sweaty stinky fingers into his mouth. Several expressions came and went, revulsion, horror, curiosity... and finally his eyes started to glaze over as his mouth suckled on Rancid’s fingers. The fighting slowed, his body started to sway with the music, and Rancid could see his erection through his tight pants. The suckling grew stronger as the man’s erection grew harder, his moans only audible up close over the music.

“That’s right,” Rancid purred, releasing the man’s wrist before slipping his fingers out of the man’s needy mouth. “I’m Rancid,” he introduced himself, licking his own fingers as he stared into the vacant and needy eyes of the dancer.

“V... Vince,” the man moaned, his cheeks red as he ground up against Rancid’s own erect body. “I... I need more,” he pleaded, his voice hoarse with need, his tongue flicking across his lips to catch any leftover flavor. Others on the dance floor were eying the two with disgust, some a little bit of interest, but mostly everyone kept their distance from the two.

Rancid grinned, taking a hold of Vince’s hand before tugging him towards the bar where Barf was standing. “Don’t worry, Vince, I can give you a lot more tonight if you come with me.” Vince’s clouded mind didn’t second guess anything for a moment, he was under Rancid’s control, and he wouldn’t have a clear mind until the morning sun rose again.

Barf and Rancid left with their partners, strutting past everyone with far too much confidence considering their rancid scents. They both grinned at one another, their eyes glimmered with hints of their corruption, their cocks swollen in their pants. They made it out to their car, their playthings slipping into the back, barely talking as they stared off into the distance vacantly. The bartender would likely lose his job, but he didn’t mind at that moment, instead he was snorting a pair of underwear that Barf had generously slipped off and handed to him. Soon they were all on their way to Rancid’s house for a night of filthy fun.[/i]

[c]***[/c]

Rancid... Ruban woke up with a foul taste in his mouth, and his nostrils burned with a putrid odor. His eyes and lips were slightly crusted, his cock felt heavier for some reason, his ass hurt. He slowly managed to blink away the grime in his eyes, moaning as he stared up at the ceiling, his cock bumped up against the bare flesh of another person. “What... the fuck...?” he groaned, slowly raising his head to look over at his bedmate.

The person was heavy set, covered in grime and sweat, and they were most certainly male. Ruban should’ve had more of a reaction, but everything felt... oddly right? He stank, he knew that for sure, his nostrils were burning with the smell of himself and his bed partner. He slowly rolled out of bed, his belly distended with new fat, there were empty food containers all over the floor. [i]It was like a proper rat’s den, he should roll in all of the filth.[/i] His cock swelled up and grew erect in moments, the flesh darker than normal, his bush was thicker too, knotted with dried cum.

For a moment he sat at the edge of his bed, feeling hazy, and a bit horny too. He realized that his nipples hurt, and he reached up to feel the new piercings there. [i]He and Vince had gone in the middle of the night to get their piercings. Vince had gotten his cock pierced, and Rancid had gotten his nipples pierced. They’d managed to get them free of charge after giving the tattoo artist a healthy dose of sweat and a blowjob.[/i]

“Who’s Rancid?” he asked vacantly, wincing as his fingers brushed his tender nipples. Ruban recognized that he’d thought of someone named Rancid, but... he couldn’t quite place the name? In fact, where was Bar-Brian? He vaguely recognized them coming home... and then things had gone fuzzy. He and Vince had gone to the tattoo artist, and when they’d come back with food in the vehicle, Brian and his partner had left.

There was a knock on the door, and Ruban stood up to answer it... and remembered to grab some shorts and a shirt before opening the door. Chuck was at the door waiting, his expression was... tense, and disgust was written across his features as Ruban stared out at him. “I...” Chuck started, and seemed to look past him where Ruban’s bed partner was still snoring. “Ruban, this is...” he started again, and his features grew more red as he tried to get the words out. “This is insane, Ruban, you need to clean yourself up you smell... awful,” he managed, waving away the air at his face to brush away the scent.

Momentary anger flared through Ruban, how could Chuck ask him to clean up?! He felt good about himself, in fact... he felt very [i]sexy[/i], and he could show Chuck how sex it was too. His hand started to dip towards his shorts, [i]he would collect his ass sweat and shove his fingers into Chuck’s mouth so he could see like Vermin did.[/i] His hand froze before it could make it, his entire mind reeling, something... was wrong. “I...” Ruban started, and he could see Chuck flinch away from him as his breath hit his roommate.

Chuck dry wretched for a moment, his body spasming before taking a large step back. “Dude, clean the fuck up,” Chuck said, and then he was gone. Ruban stayed standing there for a moment before he heard the snoring stop, and he turned to see Vince blinking at him.

“W... what happened last night?” Vince groaned, scratching himself openly, the sheets hanging aside to show his short and chubby dick. Ruban was struck with the desire to suck on it, especially with that new PA hanging from the end. He vaguely remembered it being longer the night before... [i]Rancid had started blowing Vince, thinking that he would be sexier with a chubby thick cock, and it had started to change.[/i]

Rubbing at his forehead, Ruban slowly shook his head as he tried to clear all of the strange thoughts from his head. “I uh... I think you should go, Vince, I need to... clean up.” he groaned.

Vince nodded slowly and stood up, fully nude, and Ruban had to stop himself from eying the naked man’s fat ass, [i]imagining how sexy it would look in thick black fur.[/i] Before he left, Vince offered to exchange numbers. For a moment Ruban was going to decline, [i]but Rancid grinned and grabbed his phone, exchanging numbers with his sexy lay. He would make sure that Vince would be Vermin soon enough, a reeking fat rat, maybe a bit shorter too. He would make for a hot short stack with a thick chubby cock.[/i]

After Vince left, Ruban started picking up things off the floor, throwing some of it away. He vacantly thought about attending classes... but that felt hard, and he didn’t quite feel like it. He noticed his nails, they were darker, and his belly had grown larger too. His shirt he’d put on barely fit, it sat at his belly button instead of down around his waist. [i]He thought it was hot, he would soon be able to shred his clothes with his bulk, maybe tear some underwear with his fat ass. That would be hot.[/i]

It was growing harder for Ruban to concentrate on what he was doing, soon enough he was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the half-full bag of garbage he’d been gathering. Without much of a thought, he dumped it back on the floor, watching as the trash poured across his once clean carpet. [i]Wouldn’t it look better completely covered in trash? In food he could eat off the floor?[/i] He licked his lips, his tongue sliding over his teeth which suddenly seemed a bit larger, his mouth feeling strange for a moment.

Ruban’s eyes had darkened a bit, though he’d yet to notice it. The pupils were starting to slowly bleed out, the color of his eyes being drowned in black. His hair was starting to take on a grayish hue from the roots, though it wasn’t too noticeable just yet. Ruban tried to pull his thoughts together, something was wrong... but he couldn’t quite get around to fixing it. And then his phone vibrated, and he automatically checked it. The phone read it as a text from Barf, Brian’s name having been changed in his contacts at some point the night before.

“[b]This guy is a freak, Rancid, he ate out of my ass like eight times last night, couldn’t get enough of my taste! His face is starting to rat out, it’s super sexy! Hope you and Vermin got it on good last night too! My cock’s starting to get all greasy too, fuck, I feel so hot. I sent some more Rongeur your way, just in case. ;)[/b]” The text was followed up with pics of the bartender from the previous night, he had put on more weight in the night, and his body seemed to be getting hairier as well.

There was a pic of their cocks together, and Barf’s cock was indeed darker, and greasier as well. [i]Rancid fished out his cock and started jerking it as he admired how filthy Barf was becoming, he even looked less human in the pictures now. His eyes were being filled up with black, and his teeth were more crooked, and bucked. He needed to spray himself down with more Rongeur, get filthier, get covered in delicious stink. He’d have to call Vermin over, get filthy again, maybe find somebody else to join their little rat’s nest?[/i]

Ruban blinked his eyes as he came all over himself, his hairy belly covered in thick cum, it looked darker than usual, and he pumped out a lot more. His balls felt heavier, his orgasm felt stronger, and his nostrils twitched as they started to pick out the individual scents of filth in the room. He was becoming more and more of a rat, [i]and he wanted it to come faster![/i]

Ruban thought about who to call, maybe someone could help him fight this? It was a faint desire, something in the back of his mind. Someone could help him, right? Maybe Chuck would understand... [i]Then his phone vibrated to let him know that Faris was streaming. Without another thought, he flicked his TV over to the stream to see a filthy rat on stream. He was sitting on a bed, his fur filthy and matted, his eyes completely black. “Hello my filthy little ratlings,” the rat purred, lounging out and rubbing his large distended belly.

On the stream, there was a discarded white vest, covered in yellow stains. Faris... or rather Feral as he was known by his adoring fans, grinned wide at the camera, sitting up as his stomach bounced and he let out a large fart. “I’ve been so glad to see the sales for Rongeur doubling and tripling over these last few days, you’re all doing so well,” he squeaked, running a hand through his dirty fur, as if to make it look somehow more appealing. “Some of you have started sending in selfies of yourselves to show off your Rongeur look, and I have to say...” he took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing in pleasure as he clutched his cock. “You look sexy and scented indeed,” he purred.

Rancid moaned as he pumped his own cock, his body starting to swell a bit more, his fur starting to come in thicker. He felt an itch above his ass, a tail starting to sprout, his eyes were locked on the stream. It was as if the stream itself was speeding him up, helping him connect to his ratty influencer. “Some of those skunks on the other streams say they have the best followers, but I can promise you that we are a family, a filthy stinky family who can fuck all day and night and keep pumping our thick loads.”

Images flashed onto screen, some stills, others videos of Feral’s fans, jerking off their ratty cocks, spreading their legs to show off their thick balls, and their ratty puckered asses. Rancid’s eyes filled in with black, his teeth swelled, his grunts and moans turning into more guttural squeaks as he jerked himself closer and closer to orgasm. He snatched up his phone, desperately flicking over to the camera app, and started recording himself in a shaky manner as he pointed it at his own thick hairy ballsack. “Th... this is for you... Feral!” he moaned, and then orgasmed hard all over. His cum was dark and yellow, his balls clenching as he let out several loud squeaks, and the cum kept flowing.[/i]

Ruban slowly blinked his eyes open, his eyes fully black, his face more rat than human as he slowly sat up. He was covered in dried cum, his balls feeling so heavy, his cock having retreated into a thick furry sheathe. He licked his nose, finding the motion to be easy with his new longer tongue. He felt the urge to lick under his balls, finding his body more flexible, even with the impressive gut he was now sporting. “What... happened?” he groaned, finding the voice he had to be different, more nasally, more... [i]sexy[/i].

He strolled out of his bedroom, trash trailing behind him, his tail not long enough to drag on the floor, but swaying behind him as he walked. When he walked into the bathroom, Ruban looked at himself, and saw Rancid standing there. The rat’s eyes were black, his face had hints of human still, but the gray fur had spread all over his face, and he had packed on quite a bit of weight. The rat looked filthy, and he stank, and Ruban moaned as he finally understood... he was Rancid, he was a filthy rat... and then the doorbell rang.

Scurrying over to the front door, Rancid opened it to see the apartment manager standing there with a box in his hands. “What the... fuck?” George asked, his eyes widening as he stared at the man before him. To the regular human, Rancid at that moment looked like a fat naked man there, covered in sweat and dried cum. “Ruban, what the fu-”

George was cut off as Rancid grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him into his house, locking the door as he threw George with ease to the ground. The human landed there, grunting in surprise as he hit the ground. Rancid was fast, he planted his ass over the human’s face, letting out a long fart, grinning to himself as his cock stirred with the act of spreading his filth. George struggled for a few moments... but soon the man had gone slack under the assault, his lungs being filled with pure rat odor.

Standing up, Rancid looked down to see George’s face smeared with rat sweat, his eyes were glazed, his features slack as he tried to gather himself. His pants were tight with an erection, just like Vince’s had been. “Stay right there, George, gotta get some work done,” Rancid giggled, tearing into the box that George had been carrying. As he’d expected, it was more Rongeur, but Rancid didn’t need it anymore. He was finished, or if anything of Ruban remained, it would be gone shortly.

Taking out the spray, Rancid sprayed George down, giving him a healthy dose of the cologne. He could see George’s vacant eyes growing even more hazy as he was dosed with the powerful rat scent. “You’re gonna be much more fun now,” Rancid sniggered, helping George up onto his feet before taking a whiff of him. “Hot!” Rancid purred, giving the human a slap on his ass before pointing him towards the door. “Why don’t you go and enjoy yourself, George? I have some things to do, and maybe we can have fun later.”

“Y... yeah...” George mumbled, his glassy eyes staring off into nothing, his pants so tight that they looked fit to burst. He was soon gone, leaving Rancid alone with his filthy thoughts. Rancid was soon texting Vince, telling him to get his ass over soon, and started shooting off texts to Barf as well. He was ready to fully indulge in his filthy sin, and he wanted to permanently invite his fellow rats over. It was time they made a nest for themselves, and this would make for the perfect home... especially once George joined them.

[c]***[/c]

It was a filthy party once everyone arrived, Vince appeared first, his shirt greasy with sweat, and his features already starting to look more rat-like. Barf was next, a full rat, along with his plaything who was quite literally on a leash. Apparently, they had decided their relationship early on, and the tethered rat didn’t seem to mind at all. He’d started after Rancid, but he already looked quite transformed himself. He took every opportunity to worship Barf’s body, digging his muzzle into the rat’s ass, lapping at his filthy balls. “This is Garbage,” Barf introduced, nodding to his needy pet.

Vince himself was only too happy to look upon his suitor from the previous night with needy eyes, he needed more, and Rancid was only too happy to supply the new rat with his supply. Vince was practically doused in the Rongeur, his body starting to sprout more hair, dark, coarse, and his short cock was hard as a rock. The piercing there bounced with every pulse of the changing rat’s arousal, and Rancid was only too happy to suckle on the filthy cock of his new rat-mate.

They got down to making the apartment a mess, fornicating on every surface, eating heaps of food they ordered from several nearby food places, and leaving their musky scent everywhere. Vince and Garbage entered looking somewhat human, but as the day shifted into night, they looked like full rats just like Rancid and Barf. Vermin, Garbage, Barf, and Rancid were happily frotting and fucking when Chuck got home. His expression was nothing but horror as he got home, stepping into a rat’s den. “W... what?” he gasped, stepping inside, seeing four naked fat men rolling around, cocks inside one another.

“Welcome home, Chuck,” Rancid purred, slipping out from beneath the pile of fat rats with surprising ease. He stood up, his tail dragging through a pile of spilled noodles, his face pulled into a big ratty grin. “Want to join us?”

Chuck was speechless, his mouth flapping, his expression one of pure revulsion. “You... what... I’m... going to call George,” he gasped. He started towards his pocket, and Rancid made a move. He grabbed up a nearby discarded cup of soda and splashed it onto his human roommate. Chuck gasped as it went all over himself as well as his phone, drenching the small machine in sticky syrup.

“Whoopsie,” Rancid giggled, “looks like you’re going to need to clean up!” From behind him, the other rats snickered, having still continued frotting despite the presence of the human. They didn’t care, they were far past caring. Even now, the TV showed an ongoing video of Feral frotting, currently pounding a ratty fan on his filthy bed, the squeaks filling the room making every rat present very amorous.

“Fuck!” Chuck spat, looking down at himself in disgust. “You... damn it!” he snapped, stomping towards the bathroom to clean himself up. Rancid grinned evilly at the retreating form of his roommate, knowing him too well. He would need to be clean, no matter what the circumstances, but Rancid had already seen to that. All of Chuck’s soaps had been swapped out, some with Rongeur, and others with a mix of cum and rat sweat from all four of the rats.

The door to the bathroom closed and the sound of running water started, and there was a knock on the door. Rancid walked over to open it, and George was standing there, his eyes glassy, his clothes covered in sweat stains and what appeared to be cum stains as well. “I...” George whimpered, “something is wrong with me...” he stared past Rancid to see the pile of rats fornicating, his mouth slowly widening as his pants grew tighter still.

“Join in, Grub,” Rancid purred, gesturing towards the pile of filthy sweaty rats, “You know you want to.”

It wasn’t long before George had joined in on the frotting group of rats, his groans becoming increasingly rat-like with every passing minute. But Rancid was concentrating on the bathroom door, his ears perked towards the door. He waited... counted the minutes as he knew that his roommate would douse himself with the soap, unaware at first that it was just as filthy as any of the rats in the room. He imagined Chuck pouring it out over his clean skin, rubbing on the filthy cum mixture, his nose soon catching the rancid smell, and then he would try another soap to get it off.

One by one, he would smear in the liquid, retching one moment, his cock swelling at the same time, his body being smothered in the rats’ personal odor. The water soon turned off, silence filling the hallway, save for the squeaks of rats fucking. And the door opened, Chuck standing there, naked, his body suddenly seeming a big fatter, his cock erect between his legs, and his eyes so very glassy. Rancid smiled at him, his bucked teeth glinting in the light as he approached his roommate, watching as Chuck swayed there, skin damp and reeking, his nipples perk with his arousal. “Join in on the fuck, Chode, you’re gonna be a sexy rat soon too.”

Chuck resisted... for a moment... his eyes clenching as he blushed furiously. “I... I can’t... I won’t...”

Rancid turned around, pulling his tail up, showing off his dark pucker to the resisting human. “Would you leave this thick ass empty, Chode? Your cock is so big, and so needy, you could fill me up with your nasty spunk.”

There was silence, Chuck tried to stop himself, but the smell filled up his senses as his eyes darkened slightly. He stood a step forward... and then another... and then he plunged his cock into Rancid’s waiting ass. He was on his way to changing, and Rancid squeaked as he felt the human take his first lunge into rathood.

[c]***[/c]

One Month Later:

The apartment complex had been abandoned by those who had the common sense to get out before the smell could get to them too. Of course, the inhabitants who stayed there didn’t mind as that meant there was plenty of room for them to spread out into. What started as six rats quickly multiplied into more, they were quick, spreading their filth to anyone who didn’t get out fast enough. The group of rats were good at their jobs, using Rongeur along with their cum to spread the corruption. Feral’s videos were very convincing as well, helping modify people’s thoughts into more ratty ones, helping them embrace their new lifestyles.

Rancid found it quite pleasant to have a rotating fuck buddy in his rat’s nest, he of course took the lead role of their nest. Everyone started to make the apartments into their personal filthy hole, Grub having been the manager was only too happy to ignore complaints for as long as there were some. Soon every room in the place was filled with fat rats, fornicating, eating, reeking up the place. It was heaven for them, and they were even lucky enough to have Feral himself come out and visit their filthy little hole.

The influencer rat did a live stream from their home, recording himself as he walked through each of their dens, fucking, getting fucked, and preaching how good Rongeur was. Rancid was only too happy to take Feral’s fat cock, moaning and twisting on his destroyed bed. He couldn’t believe this was happening, everything was right with the world, and it was all thanks to Barf sending him his first order of Rongeur. He couldn’t wait to help promote the rat’s next product, a new dildo shaped like the rat’s very own cock.

Chode helped out Feral when he was invited to fuck Rancid’s mouth, spit-roasting the rodent between them. By far, out of everyone, Chode was the largest rat there, both in size and in body shape. He had taken to devouring pizzas by the dozen, his change slipping him into an extremely greasy and fat rat. He squeaked in a deep moaning voice as he pounded Rancid’s throat, his cock squirting load after load down Rancid’s gullet. The rat’s tail lashed around in pleasure as both rats finished in him, time after time, and all he could think was that he hoped the audience watching was enjoying. He hoped that he too might be an influencer one day... but for now, he would enjoy his moment of glory, his image being splashed across the banners of [i]Sexy and Scented[/i], a picture perfect fat rat.