By 11:30pm, you realize that another change is coming. It has to be. You’re absolutely positive that Lyle is waiting by a clock, counting the seconds until he can kiss the ring again. He probably already decided that to swap. Maybe he’s gonna give you a hunchback or a huge bald spot. Or maybe he’ll turn you into a senile old man. You can’t be sure, but you know that life was going to slowly get worse.
Right then, with your bad skin, tiny penis, bad eyes, high voice, and crooked teeth, you are the most attractive you will ever be ever again. And with how he changed your entire life, it’s not like you have anything to go back to. Just some friends you don’t even know and a bunch of nerdy shows. You looked up at your wall again, seeing a bunch of posters for shows you didn’t even know existed earlier this week, but suddenly, you’re obsessed with them.
The clock kept ticking. By 11:57, you decided to get one last look at yourself. You hopped into the bathroom and stripped down to your underwear. Barely a bulge in your tighty whiteys. White heads littering your pale, freckled skin. You smile, seeing the braces hugging your teeth.
Your phone alarm starts beeping. You know it’s coming. Something is going to happen that will change your life forever and turn you into an even bigger laughing stock. You hold your breath, almost ready to cry. Before you can even wheeze out a high-pitched whine, you feel a weird lurch in your stomach. You place your hand on your gut, only to feel it surge forward.
One second, you had a slight belly but otherwise pretty thin. The next, you were fat. It was a good thing you are almost naked, because anything you were wearing would have probably ripped.
Your belly spilled out over your underwear, which now felt so stretched you were wondering how they weren’t torn to pieces. Your nipples jutted out from your now plump man-boobs, which also sagged a little downward. Your legs and arms didn’t just have acne anymore. Now they have stretch marks.
You turn around a bit and look at your ass. It’s massive. The top of your butt cheeks are spilling over your waistband. Even the bottoms are spilling out. Only a fraction of your gigantic ass fits in your underpants.
Even your face, formerly pretty long and angular, seemed like a perfect oval now. Maybe a few pounds away from a straight-up circle. Your double chin was adamant to be seen. You stuck your chin forward, but the chin was still there. Wiggling and smooshing against your neck.
You grab one of your boobs with your trembling hands, and you yelp. The huge nipple is so sensitive that even a slight breeze can make you hard.
You walk to the shitty old scale right by the bath tub. It’s so weird to move now. There’s so much more *you*. Your legs rub together. Your chest jiggles even when you take a single step. It feels exhausting to even lift your leg up to the scale. You put your entire weight on the scale and the numbers keep going up until finally settling on 240. Lyle made you gain almost 100 pounds.
You feel like crying. But before you can do that, you know you need to look for another change. You check the mirror. Same height, same hair, same teeth, same bad voice. You can’t find anything. You’re nervous now. If you can’t instantly see something, that means it must be major. He might have turned you into an orphan or something. Your heart races and you check your phone.
You press the home button to unlock it, but then stop. You turn off the phone again and look at your lock screen. Before, it was a picture of the Tardis. Now, it’s a picture of a blue wolf person wearing a leather jacket and leather pants. Your eyes widen. You then unlock your phone and the picture changes from the wolf fully clothed to the wolf in a jockstrap and harness.
You run back to your room. All of the posters on the wall changed again. Instead of Doctor Who and Transformers and Digimon, every single poster was of the same wolf. Each one was in different styles and by different artists, but they all had an intense sexual edge to them. His tongue was sticking out in some, others had his feet front-and-center.
Your underwear feels tighter again and you realize your tiny cock is getting hard just looking at the wolf. Memories flood into your brain. Each poster on the wall was a commission you paid for. This wolf isn’t just a random furry, it’s your fursona. You created it. And his name flashes to you. Drake Blueflame.
Your phone buzzes. You know it’s Lyle. It has to be. You look at your phone, but it isn’t Lyle. It’s a name that, at first, you don’t recognize. It just says “Alpha.” You open the text chat with Alpha and the new text glows bright in your dark room.
“Send master pictures of your useless cocklet immediately or I forbid you from masturbating for three weeks.”
Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets. You scroll up through the chat and instantly see pictures of your penis, your feet and your giant ass. Alpha keeps talking to you like a slave. And each time you look at him neg you, you get even harder.
Another chat comes in. This one actually is from Lyle.
“lol”
Rage fills your body. But it quickly passes. You have someone else to deal with. You swipe Lyle’s text away and instead text Alpha.
“Yes master.” And you pull down your underpants.