The smoke took forever to clear. Jim tried to wave it smoke away but he lost his balance and was dismayed to hear another squeek sound come from his own throat.
Facing the floor, Jim squinted through the smoke. He remembered that you're supposed to stay low to the ground when there's a fire. He looked around, looking at a shirt that was discarded on the floor, Was it his? He reached for it, and was shocked to find his hand was covered with fur, as was his arm. He forgot all about the shirt.
"AAAAA!" Jim squealed. "RICK! WHAT DID YOUR MACHINE DO TO US?"
"Jim?" came Sharon's voice. "Are you in there? Are you OK?"
Jim closed his eyes, turned towards Sharon's voice and started crawling towards her. As he got further from the machine, the smoke cleared. Jim realized he was naked, but decided he'd do something about that when he could breathe again.
"Holy shit! What happened to us?" It was Sharon's voice. Jim could tell before opening his eyes that his body was covered in fur. He was getting messages from every square inch of his skin. But then he opened his eyes.
Sharon was sitting on the ground with her back to the wall. Before she'd been wearing Jim's shirt and Rick's jeans, but now her clothes seemed to be a patchwork of three different shirts and jeans, looking tight in spots and loose in others.. Then Jim noticed Sharon's face.
"Holy Shit!" he said, looking at Sharon. He was about to say more, but he was distracted that his voice sounded like he'd taken helium. He put his hand to his throat. It was covered in silky smooth hair.
"You're covered in fur." said Sharon. Jim looked down, he was. He was totally naked. Except for parts of his face, the palms of his hand and the balls of his feet, every inch of his skin was covered in fur.
"And," said Sharon, "you smell funny. Good, but funny."
Jim tried to speak in the lowest voice he could manage, which still sounded like a ten year old. "Well.... I think I know why I smell funny."
"What do you mean?" asked Sharon.
"Your nose." said Jim.
Sharon put her hand to her face and let out an "OW!"
"Whiskers." said Jim, "They might be sensitive." Sharon's nose had been replaced with the pink quivering nose of a mouse,. complete with perhaps a dozen whiskers of varying length.that fanned out from her upper lip. Then, Jim noticed her ears had also been replaced with furry gray triangles. "Your ears too," he said.
Sharon reached up to her head. "I need a mirror. Where'd my purse go?" She started to stand up, but then started squirming. "OW OW OW! What the? What the fuck is going on? Get it off get it--- " She reached behind her but couldn't get to what she was trying to grab. Then she undid Rick's jeans and carefully slid them down enough to reveal a LONG tail protruding from the end of her spine and out. She slowly pulled it out from the jeans saying "ow ow ow ow!" the whole time until it was finally free.
"Much better!" she sighed. "now I just look really weird. Hey! I can move it. It's like--- whoah!" Sharon curled and uncurled her tail, then swung it around a bit.
"Well!" she said appraising her boyfriend. "Don't we make a couple?"
Jim mostly looked like he had before, except he was covered with fur. He had Sharon's shaply legs. Something about them covered in fur seemed sexy.
Sharon (and Jim) were both dismayed to find that she still had Rick's legs and "equipment". She put her hand in her pocket. "You must still have my coochie, because, I've still got Rick's cock. And it's still sore from being kicked. Which reminds me, where is that motherfucker?"
Jim reached down between his legs, wondering about what was going on down there. It didn't feel like a pussy...
The smoke was continuing to clear. That's when Jim remembered his shirt laying on the floor. He ambled over to it and Sharon followed The smoke was now clear enough that he could see what had to be Rick. He was naked. He'd shrunk down to about a foot tall and was lying on the floor naked, massaging Sharon's tiny (but proportionately large) breasts and sporting a hard on.
Rick's head was that of a mouse (with a person's nose and ears). He seemed to be in ecstacy, rubbing and pinching his own breasts.
Rick was muttering something to himself. Jim couldn't hear, but Sharon could use her new ears to hear Rick. His voice was also pitched high and the new shape of his mouth gave him a odd whiney accent. Rick was saying over and over "still got my boobies, still got my boobies"
Then Rick seemed to become aware that he was being watched. He opened his eyes, which was creepy. They were black on black. No white at all.
Rick's mouth opened once or twice, making a clicking noice. Finally, he managed to ask "What the fuck are you freaks looking at?"
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