The inside of the tent where you stand seems bigger than when you first stepped in. You had been intrigued by “The Amazing Ape Man” sign out front, only to find the tent unoccupied. Now, the juice from the unusual tropical fruit you just sampled is sticky on your lips, and your mind feels blissed out and hazy. You’re hungry for more, but as you turn you notice there’s a stack of weights. You haven’t been to the gym recently, although you used to be pretty good at soccer as a kid.
As you leave the fruit to examine the weights, you stumble as you stub your big toe on the dirt floor. The twinge of pain that shoots through your foot suddenly brings you down from your fruit-induced high. Why are you barefoot? And why do you feel so clumsy? Looking down, you register for the first time that you’re not only barefoot, but that your feet have transformed. You gasp as you flex your newly long and narrow toes, so widely spaced that they had shredded your sneakers while eating the fruit. Your big toe is angled outward and crooked like a thumb. Wincing, you try to move it back into alignment with your other toes, but succeed only in curling your foot like a grasping fist. Your other foot looks splayed and hand-like too: something is very wrong!
You feel a sweat break out on your body as your feet begin to tingle. The pins and needles sensation begins to travel up your legs beneath your jeans. Suddenly, tiny hairs begin to sprout all over the tops of your feet, light and fine at first but rapidly lengthening and darkening, turning almost black. “Fuck!” you yell, and try to take a step toward the door but find that you’ve lost all sense of balance. Pitched forward, you catch your fall on the bar of one of the sets of dumbbells lying on the ground. The metal slides beneath your clamy palms and you realize you’re sweating profusely all over. You’re scared and confused, and the changes keep coming.
As you grasp the weight, you see your hands begin to alter as well. Your fingers bunch up, contracting in length but becoming more muscular, your nails broadening and thickening. You swear again and let go of the weight, but feel the same spasm of muscles in your other hand and know it’s changing too. Your skin feels thicker too, and you see your hand is covered with new lines and folds that have never been there before. You’re sprawled on the dirt floor now, and with your new hands and feet you can’t seem to get yourself up.
The tingling feeling that started in your feet begins to work it’s way upward, spreading up your thighs until you feel your balls and ass begin to tickle. Your pants feel constricting now, and your whole lower body is heating up. You urgently try to get them off, but your new hands can’t seem to work the buckle of your belt and after a few seconds of scrabbling your thick fingers against it you have to give up. You can see thick black hair emerging from the cuffs of your jeans, growing so quickly that it begins to fluff out. The tops of your hand-like feet acquire their own growth of dark hair, spreading out and emerging fro the knuckles of each toe. You know you’re growing hair up both legs now too. This can’t be real! You’re wearing a t-shirt so when your arms follow suit you can now see it happening. Suddenly the scatter of light golden hairs on your forearms all stand on end and then quickly darken, becoming covered in a matter of seconds. You always admired guys with hairy forearms, but this is hairier than even the most hirsute guys you know.
You feel a twinge deep inside you at the level of your hips. So far your changes have been external except the bones of your hands and feet, but fear clamps your heart as you realize something is happening internally too. You’ve got to get away before anything more happens! With a great effort you stand, balancing on your new feet, which feel like flippers now that they’re so wide, and make a lounge toward the tent flap.
You make it only three steps before you feel your upper body lurch and rapidly shrink your like your spine is constricting. You fall forward again, but manage to catch yourself with your hands. You vaguely realize that you’re on all fours now before the biggest changes so far overwhelm you.
Your legs begin to shrink, lowering your ass even further in your all fours position. As they do, you feel your belt growing tighter around your middle. You claw at your T-shirt as you feel your upper body swelling and stretching the fabric, but your new shape makes it impossible for you to get it off. A newly forming belly pokes out from under your shirt’s hem, and you see that it’s not only much hairier than before, but that your skin is darkening too. Grabbing your belly with one hand, you feel the leathery skin as it stretches. Beneath the burgeoning pot belly your hips are narrower now, but your pants are still firmly in place: your ass is growing, making you acutely aware of the tightly stretched fabric against its cheeks.
“Oh fuck not that!” A new tingle begins in your crotch, and you know your cock is transforming too. Your balls begin to ache as you feel your cock reshaping, but can’t tell yet what exactly is happening. You need to get out of these clothes. Your cock head suddenly feels warm, as if it were enveloped in an entirely new foreskin, and involuntarily you feel yourself begin to get hard. As your cock stiffens in your tight pants, you become aware that all your struggles have been fruitless, that your body is changing against your will but that you’re powerless to stop it. Maybe the best thing to do is enjoy what’s happening.
As this new perspective overtakes your mind, you hear your stomach gurgle. Your belt is digging into your expanded middle as your t shirt rides further and further up your torso. Your new hairy belly is pressed tight, and you think how good it would feel to sit down if only your jeans could come off. Maybe if you push it out just a little more . . .
With a snap, your belt buckle finally breaks, and with it the button of your jeans springs loose. Your fly shreds and the remains of your jeans crumple to the floor. At last you can move freely again! You fall backward into a sitting position, bare ass on the dirt floor and legs bent so that your feet are touching each other. Looking down, you fully see your body below your chest for the first time since the transformation began. Your thickly hairy legs are short now, the hair thinning toward your crotch. The view of your balls is obscured by your pot belly, but your hard cock is long and thickly skinned. It’s also the palest part of you now: your skin has roughened and darkened to gray-brown all over except for the lighter skin at your groin. You reach to feel your balls beneath your still inexplicably hard cock. As your fingers grope at your crotch, you’re hit for the first time by a stink that suddenly wafts up from your entire body. You smell like a never cleaned men’s locker room that doubles as a long-haul truck stop!
The changes seem to have slowed. Your T-shirt is still stuck on your upper body, your long hairy arms emerging grotesquely from its short sleeves, but above your collar you seem to be unchanged. The head of a young man on the body of a fat chimpanzee! Have the changes stopped? The entire time since emerging from the fruit-induced stupor, your mind has seemed clear. What could reverse this? Vaguely you think that maybe the changes won’t be permanent of something can be done about them quickly. You look again at your arms, flexing biceps that have nearly doubled in size along with being covered in hair. Reaching out to one of the weights, you find that it feels light in your hands. Hey, I’m pretty strong, you think. But . . . No, I can’t get distracted! How can I get out of here? What will people think when they see me? Freak??
Your eyes wander back toward the fruit. Maybe there’s a clue there. Maybe . . . . One fruit sets off the changes, and another will reverse them? It’s worth a try.