You wake up the next morning, almost forgetting all the changes that happened over the past few days. It takes about three seconds to remember, because you try to shift your body in bed slightly and are greeted by a massive jiggle. You sigh and look down at your new body. Then you half-heartedly grab your new belly and wiggle it a bit. It’s so flabby, almost as if you used to weigh a lot more than just 240 and you still have the extra skin.
You put on your new glasses and head to the shower to get ready for the day. You’re not entirely sure what that meant, since your entire life changed YET AGAIN, but you figure you might as well make lemons out of lemonade. You rub your now flabby and massive body down with a lot more soap than is probably necessary. Running your hands up and down your new flab is almost hypnotic. And you take special notice of your chest. Each time you rub them, you feel just a little closer to cumming.
You can’t help yourself. With one hand, you keep pinching and squeezing your nipples. With the other, you yank at your tiny dick. It’s so hard to keep a grip on it. The fat around your penis makes it seem even smaller. But dammit, you’re horny! Despite the size and the fat and the soap you keep a tight grip on it and just keep rubbing. Your entire body jiggles as you tremble with ecstasy. You widen your stance so you don’t slip. Finally, you feel yourself climax. You throw your head back and moan as white-hot semen shoots out of your tiny dick. It just keeps going. You’re not even sure how all that cum can fit in those tiny balls. But by the end, you watch the clumps of jizz circle the drain. You start panting. That took a shocking amount of energy. You feel like you need a nap, or at least a smoke. You chuckle, then exit the shower.
You head to the mirror and decide you need to make the most out of what you have. You figure the teeth will be fixed with time, unless Lyle just makes you lose all of them. The dick and eyes are a lost cause. And it’s not like you can lose 100 pounds in one day. The skin is something a little more fixable. Maybe. You gulp, then start popping each and every whitehead you can find. It hurts like hell and this isn’t exactly what a dermatologist would recommend. You’re absolutely not thinking about the long-term right now, though. Instead, you go to town on your skin until it looks a little less like a Mario mushroom. All the white spots are gone. It’s red as hell and you’re bleeding in some areas, but at least that’s temporary.
You waddle back to your room, still trying to see if you can remember what an average day is for the new you. It doesn’t take you long to find out, because you are greeted by a bunch of texts from names you don’t recognize. A few of them just sent you a furry meme or cute furry comic. One of them asks if you were up to play a Dungeons and Dragons one-shot that weekend. And of course, Alpha texts you, demanding to film a “special” video with you later. He made special note that you remember to wear your pup mask. Your brows furrow and you almost smile. Memories of these people slowly fill your head. Did Lyle accidentally make you popular?
As it turns out, he did. You kept chatting all day with all of these other furries. Their names in your phone were their fursona’s names but it didn’t take too long to magically remember their real names. “Bongo” was a kinda cute and otter-ish guy named Forrest, “Pearl Weiss” is a shockingly pretty girl named Kylie, and “Slurpzzz” is a short bearded guy named Jimmy. It takes you a little bit to remember just what Alpha looks like, but you are in the middle of eating lunch when the memories flooded to you. Alpha was named Wesley. He is tall and buff, he is incredibly hairy, he is covered in tattoos and piercings, and he is ungodly, unmerciful sexy. Your mouth dries up once you remembered his face.
“How could Lyle fuck up this bad?” You say aloud.
“Huh?” asks Paul in between bites of his hoagie. “What about Lyle?”
“Nothing,” you stutter out, trying to make your voice as low as it used to be.
Secretly, though, you really were thankful for this most recent change. Even with all the shit Lyle took from you, he accidentally gave you the hottest man you could ever imagine. You finish your lunch after barely touching it, knowing you needed to get ready for Alpha’s “special video.”