Lucas finished coloring his brother's face and extended it into a long brown muzzle. Then he picked up the black crayon and added whiskers and a little black nose at the tip. And what doggy muzzle would be complete without a cute pink tongue dangling out the front?
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I was trying to figure out what was happening to me, when the tingling feeling spread over my entire face! Soon it was all covered in the same chocolate brown fur as my ears. Then my nose and mouth swelled out and fused together into a snout. I reached up my hands and probed them over every square inch of my... my new MUZZLE. It was like having a gas mask over my face, except it WAS my face. MY FACE!
The smell of the toothpaste grew stronger and eventually became so overpowering I had to rinse it all down the sink. Actually, hundreds of smells flooded my nose, and I could isolate every one. Scents I had rarely even noticed before were distinctly present with me in the room: Lucas, my parents, ME... I could smell everyone who had been in our bathroom for any reason over the last several days. I could detect things outside the room, too, especially numerous foods in the kitchen: Lucas's untouched dinner, the pasta leftover from lunch, the bacon we fried this morning. All of it. My stomach growled, my mouth watered. This was by far the most overwhelming change so far.
Undeterred, I regained my focus, determined to explore more of my metamorphosis. I hadn't seen the inside of my mouth since it was still human, so I opened it wide. I have to admit, I was more than a little surprised at my sharp rose of canine teeth. I ran a tentative finger over them, pushing my lips up occasionally to get a better look. In the mirror, I could see all the way to the back of my long canine mouth. Oddly, though, my tongue still looked the same. Chubby, short, and surreally human, it wouldn't reach even close to my new front teeth.
That was fast remedied. A now familiar feeling buzzed in my tongue, and when it subsided, I could lick my nose and hang my tongue out several inches over the edge of my snout. I watched, enthralled, as a dribble of drool dropped from the tip.