Find Sandy 6329,s old apartment

You can't sleep outside and you need to check into your room before 11:30 or the cops are probably going to pick you up anyway. So you decide you may as well find the room you've been assigned.

You tap the kiosk console a few more times to bring up the map and enter the address on the card sub-level 50 on the far side of the pit. You don't think you can handle walking down 50 fights of stairs and chance the elevators. You don't make it a couple times the throngs moving in and out of the elevators heading to the lower levels. Eventually you manage to ride one of the waves in and on the way down you manage to get to the button to press level -50 the buttons are worn but you can see it goes down nearly 150 floors.

You get out and follow signs pointing to the outside decks that line the huge opening. It's rather intimidating and the heights in this level of the building are rather low assuming that there will be no non rat inhibition on this floor.

Small communal spaces alleys make breaks between blocks of apartments stretching through till they reach the light wells that cut down behind the apartment blocks. Convenience stores seem to be down some, a bouncer of some kind guards a door down another, some kind of tailor, a hair salon. You walk along till you reach your destination the wall has a card reader to fit the fat card you were given. You slip it in and walk inside.

You had no clear expectations other than a small depressing room, you didn't expect a tight hall leading to a kitchen with a dozen rat women inside.

"Oh gowd, they reassigned Sandy's room already? Bitch has been dead a week most useful thing she did was take up less hot water." A partially nude rat women with curlers in her hair crys out. While leaned hanging off what seems to be a deep bunk bed. All along the left wall the apartment is cut in half by very deep bunks that seem to have their own sliding doors. With numbers on each of them.

"Shut the fuck up Rebecca don't bad mouth the dead, it's not like you've done anything useful in you life." A tall, by rat person standards, woman yells back from in front of a stove. Her red mohawk hair matching her tone. "New girl what's your name"

"Uh James, I mean Sandy I guess they assigned me her id and stuff, it's along story I guess."

Another woman pops out from the right in towels, "that's fuckn weird they normally assign the dead names to kids, you not from here?"

You find yourself giving a recounting of today's events to a small audience of rat women around a tight kitchen table and a few sitting on the edges of the long bunk rooms that serve as the little bit of private space they have.

You make it most of the way through before starting to cry a little and the surprising affectionate rat women's comforting noises and pats only makes it worse till you're a puddle of tears.

"Aww baby that's a bad fuckn wrap, we'll help you out best we can. Tomorrow we'll get ya to the job boards so you can get out from under this fast as you can I got some phone credits you can use probably not long out of country but you can let your dad know what's up. For now you can use the shower and clean up usually we all just filter in and out whenever but you take a minute."

"Aw come on I need to brush my teeth she can hog the whole bathroom" the curled rat starts moaning again.

"Rebecca I swear to god, be nice we all know your just going to dirty your mouth sucking cock all night anyway"

"Fuck you Kate, my boyfriends going to get me out of this pit your just mad that despite all the stripping no one wants you"

You take the opportunity to use the offered bathroom while the argument heats up and the other girls move from watching you monologue about your tragedy to the farcical conflict between the roommates.

The bathroom is about as large as the kitchen, made for 5-6 people to wash in tight quarters together at the same time and a very large shower and 3 ranks of bathroom stalls. Several faucets open into a large trough like sink under a long mirror across from the stalls.

You strip down and turn on one of the shower heads the water attacks you then fluctuates hot and cold in such a way that you need to constantly adjust the temperature. It's not the relaxing experience you hoped for finding some kind of soap you wash up inspecting your body. Your breasts block the view down pretty well without a little twisting around their effect on you back is starting to be noticeable after a day of moving around, you wonder if supporting them probably might help.

Getting a better look at your genitals you can see the tiny slit that is you new vagina. You're vaginal lips neatly close over it and hide your small clit, touching it feels nice but weird.

Above your curvy but is a bald rat tail extending from your spine it feels much better not cramped in a pant leg.

Water keeps pooling in your ears now it takes a big to learn to turn them to act as a rain cover.

Drying off you head back into the living space, a few girls slip in behind you to use the bathroom. Most of the others have wondered there bunks and slid the doors closed.

Kate the red headed one still sat at the table.

"Hey feeling better?" She asks

"Ya" you lie.

"Great hey help yourself to Sandy's food cabinets are labelled we probably stole most of it when we heard she was dead but she liked these awful nutrient bars that will still be eatable"

You grab the bars and eat while Kate breaks down the chore schedule and general house rules. "And so that bunk room at the top by the door is yours Sandy's old dresser in there should have clothes, she had huge assets to so hopefully you're lucky and her stuff fits well. I don't know if she had anything else up their she kept it locked so no one's been rummaging through anything that wasn't in the communal spaces. I have work tonight so I'm heading out now but Hanna said she'll get you to the job boards tomorrow."

She wraps up and leaves you to investigate your bunk. You slide the door open make your way up the small ladder and crawl in.

The half height space is about 4×4 m in size eve with you short stature you need to crawl. The floor is padded, a sheet covers a plastic lined mattress an in one corner a bundle of pads pillows and blankets seems to have been the bed. Along one wall clothes and accessories sit on shelves built into the wall a few have small doors that slide back and forth.

You start rummaging through the shelves. Lots of clothes, most of them rather low cut, gym clothes, club ware a few sundresses and tight jeans. You take them out to sort and inventory what you have.

The former inhabitant didn't have a lot of books some stacks of general interest drama tabloids one or two random fashion magazines with rat women on the cover.

She had an extensive supply of makeup a couple large boxes sit next to each other, opening them up you see a smattering of different little glass containers and pallets. Parts she didn't like from the set or used to much have been replaced with other brands containers. Your not prepared to do anything with this but its here, maybe you could sell it.

A cheap laptop that doesn't seem to turn on is stuck in one corner, plugging in it's charger doesn't seem to do anything and you set it aside to try later.

You find a bathroom bag with her personal hygiene materials and thankfully an unopened toothbrush. The cops said you could claim your luggage in a few weeks but for now there are locked up along with the drugs that were planted there.

Packed behind some more sheets you find a black lock box about a about one foot square. A key hole and keypad sit on the front with no clues to the code or location of the key. Shaking the box confirms its definitely full of something. You look through pockets and the containers for a key but don't find anything. You set the mysterious box back where you found it, maybe the laptop has a clue if you can fix it.

Stripping down you find some pjs and put them on and head to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Its a mostly normal process only changed by the larger top central incisors that have given you a pronounced overbite. If you don't consciously stop it they stick out a little over your bottom lip. It's kind of cute. As you brush at the long sink you see Rebecca out of the corner of you eye move to the front door and hear some quiet chatter and laughing and then one of the bunk room doors sliding closed.

You finish your business and climb back into your room. As you arrange the bedding in the corner you hear murmuring and giggling from the bunk room bellow you. Rebecca and her friend must be fooling around. You take some pellows to try and muffle the sound and let you sleep. It works a little bit but your big ears are better than they used to be and the moaning makes it through the floor. You settle down in the nest of blankets comfortable enough to sleep when a loud thud hits the underside of the floor jostling you a little then moaning and then a rapid muffled thump thump thump shakes the stacked rooms just enough for you to feel it. It goes on for way longer than you expect the stamina of whoever is thrusting not giving out for 30 minutes of continuous pounding till a squeaky cry finally marks the end of the coupling.

You shift around ready to sleep now that the noise is gone and while moving blankets you touch the wet patch you've made in your pyjamas. You didn't notice how your body was responding to the porn audio play you've been unwillingly subjected to. Rubbing yourself a little created pleasant tingles. You feel weird about masturbating to the sounds of your new neighbour and pull away. You wonder if as a woman whacking off would help you got to sleep the same way it would when you were a man. Resisting the urge you focus on avoiding stimulating thoughts when the thumping starts up again! How are hey doing that the same rapid tempo slightly vibrates your room and the session seems just as vigorous. You can't focus on anything other than your housemate getting ruthlessly pounded. You grasp your left hand with your thighs halting an instinctive approach to your crotch.

You roll onto your side and place a pillow over you exposed ear but that only makes it worse you can almost hear her panting under him. The session takes just as long as their first fuck they must be done by now. But that proves wrong as they go into a third rut that non stop knocking driving you insane. You can't take it and start rubbing against your palm across your slit grinding into your clit. You start matching the fucking couples tempo rubbing vigorously, the contact proves to be too much and you place a pillow between your legs and start grinding your hi[s against it while just using your fingers to rhythmically put pressure near the clitoral hood. You don't think at first that you could match their stamina but as it feels better and better you manage to keep at it. You start wishing you had someone else to do all the hard work. You imagine what it must be like to be under some panting desperate ratman slamming away at your tiny hole.

In the room bellow you mewling moans indicate your neighbours have reached their third climax, and you rush towards reaching yours. Pushing vigorously you start cumming rat girl juices squirt out soiling the pjs and pillow. You lie back gasping.

Your neighbours don't seem to be going for a fourth run, not that it matters to you the dozeyness from cuming should be enough to put you asleep. As you start to doze off. You imagine you hear them giggling and whispering again.

"no... no.. you don't think she was.... hehe what a little perv....... no she seemed like a lost little doe"