"Come to the bars. Let your owner see you."
Adam knew better than to disobey her. If she wished, Samantha could simply open the cage door and snag him out of the mouse enclosure, an experience so terrifying he hoped never to repeat it. Imprisoned in her grip while she mocked him, gnashing those tombstone-sized teeth in human speech, had triggered a primal fear in his tiny body. He still awoke, screaming, from nightmares of that vast gaping maw swallowing him whole.
Sullenly he crawled out from under Bubbles' snoozing form and walked to the side of the cage, his limp, naked tail dragging in the sawdust behind him. He looked up through the bars of his prison at her.
"Look at that belly!" Samantha tittered. A vast finger poked through the cage to caress down the length of Adam's furry midsection tenderly. She peered closer, the breeze of her breath whirling about him. "Does it look a little fuller than usual, hm? Honestly I wasn't sure if a hybrid was even possible, but you two proved me wrong. With enough trying of course."
Adam's paws touched his abdomen in horror. He had led Bubbles on a chase, even used his superior human intellect to barricade one of the cage's plastic tunnels with the food bowl. But when his wife had made him a female mouse, she'd been sure to make him one in heat. That human intellect had soon became a slave to the more potent animal impulses, and his wife had found the two mating in the morning.
How he'd wished he could stop himself, as his wife had sat to watch the exuberant rutting sessions
"Just think, soon you'll be the mother of a new line of laboratory mice. The latest in animal-aided experiments. Remarkably intelligent with an unprecedented genetic compatibility with humans," she said to her husband with a conspiratorial wink. "Think of the research implications! Think of the acclaim! All the human drugs we'll be able to trial on your offspring!"
He squeaked up at her in impotent rage, but she was too far gone in delighted rambling to notice.
"I've already got a queue of laboratories lining up to buy them the moment they pop out of you. Mice gestation takes only 20 days. In a month, I'll have a litter of six of you. Another month, thirty six. Two hundred and sixteen. In a year, there'll be thousands of you."
Adam couldn't believe what he was hearing. His wife had turned him into a breeding specimen. Unsatisfied with tormenting him, she intended to torture an entire species of him. And for what?! A five minute fumble with his secretary in the stationary closet?
She was insane. He saw not a glimmer of humanity in her eyes.
"But... there is one thing," she conceded, reaching into a pocket of her lab coat and taking out a syringe. Adam didn't know whether to feel terror or hope as he recognised an identical DNA serum to the one she'd used to turn him into this creature. "See, I'm lonely without you..." she said.

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