Driving as home as fast as he could, Andrew could only think about the
strange changes. “If this is happening to me, Dad must be going through
some weird stuff too,” he thought to himself.
Home of course never seemed farther away. Andrew continued to drive. The
road was horribly old. As Andrew’s speed increased, so did the vibrations
coming from the potholes bellow. “Shit! This road….
All of a sudden a loud ripping noise caught Andrew off guard. He looked
down to see his shirt tearing up from his belly, hairy and oversized of course.
“What the fuck?” he said as if pain.
He looked up to pay attention to the road, but he could feel his shirt ripping
further towards his chest.. His nipples were pressed tightly up against the
fabric of his shirt. Andrew tried to concentrate the best he could. His hand
slipped on the wheel. “From what?” he wondered.
Andrew was sweating up a storm and it had caused him to lose control He
decided to pull over for a few minutes. The car came to a stop on the side of
the road. Andrew opened the door, and maneuvered his way out of the
vehicle it what seemed to be a panic. The awkward weight caught him off
guard and sent him to his knees. He was breathing heavily and seemed
terrified of the events leading up to this very moment. He turned his head
towards the car. His torn shirt was sitting there on the seat. He looked down.
He couldn’t even see his legs. All he saw was a massive pouch of skin
covered with a spread of thick and surprisingly long hair. He scratched his
belly, feeling the coarseness of the hair. He looked over his shoulder to see
what he had feared, yet expected. His entire back was covered with a blanket
of fur. The hair on his chest connected over his shoulders and around his
sides forming an encasement of body hair. He got onto his feet, struggling.
His arms were equally just as bigger as he was, and the hair protruding away
from them gave each arm another inch or so in diameter. He turned to his car,
and sat down. He looked in the mirror. “This has to be a bad dream,” he
thought to himself.
Andrew’s faced was covered with a thick long beard that merged with the hair
on his chest and wrapped around his ears to meet his hairy back. Closing the
door, and starting the car, he made his way home before it was too late.