While James's toony changes began to slow, Mikhail's were just manifesting themselves. The Russian exchange student was big and stocky for his age. Consequently, the cheap hotel bed was keeping him from getting a good night's rest. His discomfort increased as the boy's tailbone began to ache, his body starting to toonify from its exposure to the Giggle Gas. Half asleep, the teen reached around and gave himself a good scratch on the butt -a butt that had suddenly grown an odd lump right at the base of the boy's spine. Even though Mikhail's unusually sharp fingernails were now working away at the strange protrusion, the euphoria he felt from the effects of the Giggle Gas only led him to smile and continue dozing as dark brown ink and paint fur began sprouting from the still lengthening nub.
Mikhail was certainly hairier on his arms and legs than many boys his age but because he was still only eighteen he lacked much chest or belly hair. However, this was changing as light brown hairs worked their way up from between his legs. Like a slow-moving ocean wave, tiny ink and paint follicles marched their way up the middle of his torso past the Russian's bellybutton, finally tapering off between his heavy pectorals. Mikhail began using the claw-like nails of his free hand to itch away at the new pelt on his belly while he scratched at the thickening fur of his short tail with the other.
After a few minutes, Mikhail breathed a sigh of relief -revealing drastically sharper upper and lower canine teeth- as the uncomfortable tinging began to fade and he fell into a true restful sleep.