You remove your lips from the ring and open your eyes. Squinting down at yourself in the sunlight, you are enraptured by what you see. Your body is covered in densely spaced tattoos. You are slightly disappointed to see that the thick hair all over your body obscures the designs, but in a way it makes you more unique you suppose. Only a small amount of people are furballs, and much fewer than that are tattooed all over their body -- Yosef has probably never seen someone like you before! And although some of your other changes have been less noticeable, the random change here is impossible to miss. Your legs, rangy and toned, are poking out of your athletic shorts. You must be a good 5 or 6 inches taller, you think, pushing you past 6 feet tall with ease. The tall appendages have a curvy, feminine shape to them now, which contrasts heavily with your upper body. You turn to the glossy black paint on the car door and use the funhouse mirror reflection to examine yourself. The curved surface squishes your upper body and makes your legs stilt like. Except for your ample leg hair, you look like a caricature of a pinup girl and a grizzled bouncer divided at the waist.
Since arriving at the freak show, you've been painfully horny, and finally seeing yourself like this is only making the need stronger. You mind is a feedback loop of arousal, bouncing from thoughts of your straining dick to your freakish body to Yosef, then back again. You go to climb into the car, but your disproportionate frame is going to be impossibly cramped. You keep your upper body stiff and adjust the seat carefully, trying not to add additional stimulation from your jiggling man-tits. Focusing on the sunburn developing on your scalp's bare crown helps to keep you from cumming uncontrollably. Finally, you climb into the passenger seat. You leave the door hanging open so you can pull your elastic-waist shorts and jockstrap off of your long legs. With some effort you lift off your sweater too. You find yourself sitting on the warm upholstery of the driver's seat, naked except for your running shoes and bra.
You run your hands (one of your last unchanged features) over your totally alien form. The muscled arms that guide them, the flabby chest the arms frame, the legs that carry this strange body, the tattoos and wiry blonde hairs that cover your body. It's too much. You lift a hand to tilt the rear view mirror and stare at your face -- your unkempt goatee, your exposed scalp, menacing tattoos. "Fuuuck me, Yosef," you beg, watching yourself say it. It only takes a moment before your still untouched cock fires spasmodically. Jets of cum splatter all over your bra and chest, and the car too. You're still staring at your face as you notice tears spilling from your permanently black-bordered eyes.
You don't really have time to process your strange reaction, though. Outside your car, you hear the faint sound of someone shouting. "HEY YOU!" The voice sounds purposeful, serious. It's hard to see who the distant figure is. The bright sunlight is blinding now that your eyes have re-adjusted in the car. You're still almost nude and covered in your own cum -- probably a good reason to leave. And Yosef is waiting for you in the city, too, you think with a wide grin. Despite this, a voice inside you is quietly begging you to get help from the stranger. "Please. Please stop this," a small voice inside whispers, "before it's too late." As they approach your vehicle from the carnival entrance, you decide to...