He started his car and decided not to look through the glasses while driving. He might’ve been bored, but he wasn’t irresponsible or crazy. Being sent into a raving world while driving could kill him or kill someone else. But that meant he had to suffice with playing his own music through rush hour traffic. Although he hated it, he assured himself that it would be worth it when he got home. He pulled out of his parking spot, picked a good spot where some his favorite songs were in his playlist, and powered through rush-hour traffic to get back home.
He didn’t even wait to take his clothes off before he flopped onto the couch and put the shades on. Going in this time, he felt himself change. His hand turned into a paw as saw fur cover his arm. He even got a good look at himself and what he was wearing. A sleeveless hoodie covered his sweaty chest, his arms and covers with neon arm bands and glow bracelets. His arms felt hot, like they were covered in a layer of fur (they are). The hoodie fit very loose, but his body felt extremely heavy, like a sand bag in a plastic sling. He couldn’t see anything past his gut, but if he could, he would’ve notice his party outfit was lacking adequate covering for his chunky rear, thick thighs, and massive dick. He didn’t care anymore, he felt comfortable, even a little sexy. He got into the middle of the dance floor where all the anthros were dancing. There were bodies grinding, dicks frotting, liquids spilling everywhere, and loud music that everyone was moving to. It got so bad that he had to find his way out of the rave because of how much sex, sweat, and other substances were overwhelming his senses. He was tempted to take the shades off, but he got a good look at himself in a mirror. He was shocked to see…