Lucas smiled at the picture. The thin legs gave his brother a funny look. But if he wanted to make him more spider-like he would need four additional legs. So Lucas started to draw the same thin, black lines to his brothers sides, two at each side. Giggling the whole time.
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I couldnīt figure out what happened to my arms and legs. Why were they so thin and weak now? Had I no muscles left in them that I couldnīt lift my hands or feet? I could bend my fingers still, just not lift the whole hand.
As I laid there still trying to get up I felt a tugging in my sides. Looking down I couldnīt see anything through my shirt at first. That was until something started to poke out on two spots on each side, tenting the shirt. The pressure got painfully strong until even that thin black thing burst through the cloth, leaving just a fitting hole in each spot. I looked at the growing things in horror, as I realized what they were. This four stick-like extensions were the same as my arms and probably my legs looked like, safe for no hands or feet on the ends. That were legs like a spider had, and I hated spiders. So all I did was scream in horror, still laying on the floor.