Next, Lucas drew some V-shaped trotters over his brother's hands, unaware of his brother's actual plight only a few rooms away.
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My heart sank when I felt the tugging feeling go into my hands. I was forced to let go of my new body parts when my hands became unmovable. I just stuck them out in front of me to watch.
On each hand, my fingers largely fused into two wide, thick, uselessly blunt appendages with two wide, thick nails at the end. The nails engorged themselves into a substantial covering of horn. Meanwhile, my thumbs shrank away into dewclaws. I stared at the hooves of a farm animal, mumbling curses as I found myself stuck with the front trotters of a common pig.
I realized I might never again write my name or use a computer, or even open a door knob. If I changed much more, I wouldn't need "hands" so much as "front feet" to walk around on, which is what these trotters obviously were. My heart sank as reality began to sink in. I wasn't a human with a tail and a funny face. I was a pig. At least, that was what I was becoming. And I couldn't seem to do anything at all to stop it.