“You know we can’t have humans realizing who we are. We’ll have to deal with that one.”

When he overheard words like that, Travis couldn’t help but want to hear more. He leaned in close towards the door, pressing a hand on its wooden frame. Who’d have thought that anything so juicy would come from a quiet day at a hotel?

“Oh, he’s been dealt with already, as have his friends. They seemed intent on digging themselves into deeper and deeper trouble, so I settled on making them moles.”

There was laughter from the other side of the door, and the brown-haired man arched an eyebrow. He’d thought at first that this was going to be something cool like an alien invasion, but… Now it kind of sounded crazy.

After all, people becoming moles? Either the women on the other side of the door were all loons or they were rehearsing for some sort of script. He sighed quietly, pushing away against the door and turning to head on his way back to his room.

“And what should we do with the eavesdropper?”

At that he froze, looking towards the door. Time felt like it had slowed, and he could feel his heart racing in his chest. The tanned man swallowed, watching as the door opened. It was a woman dressed like a stereotypical witch, kind of a cute one too.

Time resumed its pace, and he smiled. Of course, what was he thinking? It was Halloween soon, and these just had to be people getting into the spirit early. “Hey, I’m Travis. I’m sorry for eavesdropping, but… You know, you were talking about some crazy stuff. Are you rehearsing for a party?”

The woman lounged against the door, smiling seductively at him. “Call me Linya, and I’d say you’re hitting pretty close to the truth. And let me guess… You want me to invite you into this room, to help me out with some… fun?” She purred.

“I’d say you’re hitting pretty close to the truth.” Travis replied, a smile dawning on his face. He eagerly walked past the held door, grinning like an idiot. Then he stopped, blinking in surprise at the room’s other occupants.

While the one who’d invited him in was clearly human, the others were less so-and not in a costume sort of way. They were monsters that his mind was having trouble comprehending, so he settled for screaming and turning to run.

“And that’s your clue to leave, ladies and gentlemen. I’ll tidy up here.” The witch beamed, clicking her fingers. The other figures in the room vanished as she sashayed her hips, walking up to Travis.

The man wanted to run with every fiber of his being, but there was something keeping him anchored in place, to the here and now. He looked to her in a panic, seeing her for the cause of this paralysis. “Hey, what are you doing to me?”

“For now? Paralysis. For later… Well, you’re going to like that.” The woman cooed, trailing her fingers along his hand. As she did, his bones creaked and his joints popped, his fingers lengthening even as his palms shrank.

Travis choked, his eyes widening as he stared down to the paw of a mouse… Or a rat.

Linya chuckled at his evident distress, rubbing his arm and cooing as soft, brown fur began to sprout from his pores. “Sweetie, you can’t tell me you’re surprised right now. I mean, you eavesdropped enough to hear that I can do this… Right? I hope you did, because if you didn’t then this is only going to get worse.”

Travis whimpered, the sound feeling more like a squeak to his rounding ears. He lifted his rodent’s paws to his mouth, flexing his jaw as it creaked. He could hear it stretching away from the rest of his head, the growth of his new snout echoing throughout his shrinking head.

Linya pet his new snout, coaxing more of that itchy fur from his pores and making long whiskers poke out from his cheeks. She pressed hard against his nose, flattening it into the small and twitching nose of a rat as she did.

It didn’t just change on the outside, either. It changed his nose completely down to the sense of smell. He smelled the sweetness of her perfume and the saltiness of her sweat. It screamed predator to his developing instincts, and he tried to pull away from her in shock and in fear alike.

He realized in that moment that the second his body had begun to change, he’d regained control over it. And that in spite of this, she had even more control over him than he had thought possible. The witch smirked at his reaction, tracing a circle around his neck with both hands.

A physical weight settled where she touched, and he reached a paw up to find a leathery collar around his neck. Then it started to constrict, choking him. The band was somehow getting righter around his neck, and he tried to pull it form his head in shock.

His hear pounded in fear, only for him to choke in relief a second later as the pressure abated slightly. He wondered if Linya had noticed his distressed and had taken mercy on him, but the look in her eyes spoke otherwise. She was curious, sadistically so.

Then the tight, choking sensation returned, only to ebb away a moment later. This time, his pants fell around his ankles, and he noticed that his sleeves were now at his elbows. “Wait, I’m shrinking?” The brown-haired man’s voice was squeakier now, and it sounded distorted coming from his snout. But it was still a voice… For the moment.

“Mnn, nobody can say that you’re slow on the uptake. But that’s not the speed I’m interested in. Let’s see how quick you are to the trigger, hm?” The witch looked to her victim with a grin, evidently having more interest in his fallen pants than he himself had.

Travis had enough time to try and work out what she meant for a moment before she put her mouth to better use, kneeling down and licking his cock. He immediately stiffened, then began to throb with the need for release. Every one of her licks changed his prick more and more, his body shrinking all the while.

Linya slipped his shirt from over his body, caressing his thighs and giggling as his arms and legs pulled back into his body, giving him the proportions of the rodent he was to become. She pushed him onto his back as he dwindled further, and he squeaked just like a rat as his little limbs flailed at the air.

His belly plumped, his balls throbbed against Linya’s hand. His tail stretched out from his spine, his cock twitched in Linya’s mouth. His teeth sharpened, and he found himself drawing closer to an inevitable climax.

It was a seemingly limitless cycle of fear and pleasure alike, and the pleasure was winning out. “Stirrop… I’m goneek-skrik EEK!” Travis’s voice sharpened to the squeaks of a rat, and he shut his little beady eyes tightly. It was too great for him, far too great.

Linya engulfed his cock with her huge mouth, sucking on him as he shot what felt like the largest cum of his life. His balls clenched as he shot his load into the warm cavern of her mouth, and his tail thrashed in ecstasy.

But she wasn’t done with him yet, not by a mile. The witch lifted him by his tail, dropping him into a palm and watching as the small rat shook out his fur, staring up to her, all the way up. The collar itched at his neck as he looked up, finding that it was the only part of his old world that wasn’t giant to him now.

Travis squeaked, a little tired from his recent cum but still terrified by how large the world around him was. His clothes were as large as a small room around himself, and Linya was as large as a skyscraper. The witch smirked down to him, still cupping him in one hand as she lifted the other to her cleavage. She pulled a small, wriggling object out with a smile, setting it on Travis’s pile of clothing.

It was a rat, and a female one by the scent of her. Travis didn’t know how he recognized her smell for what it was, but he did… Just as he recognized that she was in heat. All of his stamina returned instantly, and he twitched his small nose at the air.

“Aw, that’s what I thought. Don’t worry, this is the part where you get a choice. Either you fuck my old roommate right now and lose your human mind completely, or… Well, you’ll be a human in a rat’s body for the rest of your life. Honestly, I’ve seen people choose the latter, and they either last the day or a lifetime in the wilds. You don’t want either of those.”

In all honesty, Travis wasn’t listening to her. Not anymore. His tiny cock was stiff and at attention, and he was ready to put it to good use. The little rat chittered, pawing impatiently at the woman’s hand and struggling to get to the female.

He wanted, needed to fuck her. It was a biological imperative, as strong as the word of God. His shrunken cock needed to spear her folds, to fuck her hard and make her squeak and Linya was lowering her hand yes!

Travis shot forward on all fours, mounting the rat and thrusting hard into her. His cock found its mark on the first time, and he felt the furry animal shudder beneath him in complete ecstasy. It was good, because he was an animal too, and animals existed to breed.

“Well, that didn’t take long.” Linya said, put out by the lack of resistance. “Some men… I swear, they can really be rats. Get it, Jessica? Of course you don’t, because you’re just a stupid rodent. Just like Travis is going to be.”

Travis squeaked with pleasure at Linya’s words, thrusting harder and harder into his mate. For some reason being called a stupid animal was really turning him on, and he twitched his whiskered snout with bliss.

He pistoned his tiny hips with need, squeaking and chittering, thrashing his tail. He didn’t care that he was fucking her atop what was one of his socks, now as large as a bed to him. All he cared about was how her walls hugged his tiny prick, and how every thrust was leaving him feeling more and more pleasured.

Lust was hypnotizing him, pulling him further and further into the empty void that was a rat’s mind. He tried to fight it, he wanted to stay human at least in mind. But no matter how hard he tried, that temptation returned. And each time it returned it came back stronger than ever.

He chittered and squeaked and chittered again, humping her harder and harder, pressing his rat belly to her back and hugging her furry body tightly to him. She felt so good around his length, so perfectly incredible that he couldn’t help but…

No! He couldn’t! Travis chittered helplessly, realizing that he was slipping over the edge. The pull of the female rat’s sex was too much to bear, and he hilted himself hard within her, sinking into the abyss.

Again, his cock twitched. This time, the hole he filled was perfectly fitted for his load, and he flooded it with warmth, gushing hard into her and squealing with ecstasy. His mind, his memories, his entire life… All of it was washed away by this pleasure, and in their stead was something different, something animal.

The rat scratched at the collar around his neck with a paw, nose twitching. He looked around to the unfamiliar surroundings, panicked for a moment before realizing that he was balls-deep in a mate. If he had been mating, then that meant that he had been safe, so he took the moment to relax and slump down onto the heaving back of his female.

“Aww, was that it? Is the little rat just a rodent now? No more of Travis? That’s too bad, I was looking forward to teasing him some more.”

It was a human voice, and for a moment the rat panicked. Then he realized that he could understand her, and that the collar around his neck belonged to her. Which meant that he belonged to her. He was a pet, a little rat familiar that was hers to command.

Evidently she noticed this, because the woman’s head loomed before his. She was kneeling down, looking down to the little animal. “Good boy. Now, breed for me.”

His cock stirred to life once more, and the stupid rodent squeaked with bliss. Then he began to rut once more, all thought and humanity utterly gone.