This choice: Brad wants to be something small on four legs. • Go Back...Chapter #4Brad wants to be something small on four legs. by: DudeJude Brad reclined on his wife’s soft, cushiony breast and smiled. Being 12 inches tall was fun, but he wanted to be even smaller. He just wanted to think of a way to ask her. The thought of being a small pet mouse intrigued him in ways that would be hard for him to explain. Now that they had the ability to become anything, he had a fantasy that he’d like to live out. He just wasn’t sure how his wife would react to his request.
“So have you thought about what you’d like to do next?”, asked Karen, looking down at her tiny husband.
“I’ll require a few supplies. I like being small and would like to try something a little bit, Uh… different.”, said Brad blushing. “I want to be your pet mouse for a while.”
“Ooh, that sounds adventurous! We’ll need to get you a nice little cage with a wheel. I’ll run out to the pet store today and pick up the supplies.”
Brad started to speak, then hesitated.
“Did you have something else in mind?”, asked Karen, noticing the look on her husband’s face.
“Uh, would you also pick up some… friends to, Uh, hang out with me?”
“Hang out with? You mean to have sex with other mice, don’t you?”, asked Karen in a surprised voice. “You’re going to cheat on me with a mouse!?”
“Uh, it’s not like that, I, uh, just want to, you know…”, said Brad as he tried to back out of his request.
Karen looked down and saw Brad trying, in vain, to hide his tiny erection.
“I guess we can’t both be mice. Who would operate the booth? I’ll allow you to explore your little getting, but you owe me.”, said Karen. “What if the mouse doesn’t find you as charming as I do?”, she said jokingly to help break the tension.
Brad smiled and leaned back into his wife’s breast. “I’m not sure what a mouse does to court another mouse, but I think I can figure it out.”
A few hours later, Brad heard the door open and sat upright. Karen had left him on the bed and being 12 inches tall didn’t allow him much access to the rest of the house. He had decided to climb under one of the sheets and entertain himself until Karen returned with the supplies. He stroked his human dick, thinking about what it will be like when he has a rodent one.
After some setup, Karen came up the stairs to retrieve he husband. Brad had a little vertigo as She picked him up and carried him toward the shed. The height was a bit terrifying when he looked down to see how far away the ground was. On the way out, he noticed the cage and it’s three inhabitants. “Wow! I have three females to have fun with. I’ll have to make sure Karen ups my libido quite a bit”, he thought.
Once in the shed, Brad was placed gently on the floor of the booth. Karen began typing on the keyboard. After a
brief pause, that looked like she was contemplating something, she continued typing.
“Ready my pet?”, said Karen.
“Ready! Remember what I said about my libido!”, shouted Brad.
“Oh, I’ve taken care of that!”, replied Karen with an evil laugh.
Before Brad could react, the door slammed down, the room grew again, and opened back up to the room. Brad carefully walked out on all fours, taking in the alien feeling of his new body. He felt a very sensitive tail drag on the floor behind him. He lifted his little paws and chirped as he noticed his cute little mouse ears. He marveled at his new vision, being able to see much more of his surroundings without turning his head. He looked up at Karen and happily squeaked.
Karen lifted her former husband up and brought him to eye level.
“Hmmmm… little pet. You need a new name. I think I’ll call you…” indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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