Humiliated, Kyle studied himself in the mirror. The worst part was his chest -- giant, round Earth-mother breasts that he would never be able to hide. He was a guy! Guys don't have boobs! Reaching underneath them, he hefted them up with his hands, but their size was such that they wanted to spill out of his hands to one side or the other. He loathed having them and knew he would never get used to them and the unwanted attention they would attract. He never wanted to be seen in public again.
When he let his breasts fall back down against his chest, he felt a tingling in his midsection, and a little irritation beneath his boobs, a focused little prickle beneath each one. He reached under them to scratch and felt two tiny, sensitive bumps. Heaving his breasts up to have a look (he had to use his forearms to support them completely), he saw the two little nubs, one directly beneath each breast. When the tingling intensified, he knew something was very wrong.
"Oh my god...more changes" he thought to himself, his heartbeat increasing rapidly. When dark rings started spreading out around the bumps and the flesh around them began to swell, he knew right away what was happening. His face reddened with anger as two new breasts pushed their way out from beneath the top pair.
When he felt the nipples of a third pair of breasts forming below the second, he started to cry. The four new breasts filled out rapidly, stopping at a size equal to his original pair. "What am I going to do with these!", his female voice cried out in a shriek. He stomped away from the mirror and was horrified by the sensation of all six of his huge breasts bobbing around on his chest. He had broken a sweat, and his extremely sensitive boobs were sliding constantly against one another, jiggling back and forth across his chest as he waddled along. He couldn't stand the overwhelming sensation and had to stop moving, though it took a few moments for his triple-decker bosom to settle into place. He tried holding on to them to keep them from sliding around as he took a few more steps, but he only had two hands. There was no way to control all of that flesh.
His hands started tingling as he tried to hold everything in place. "Jesus", he thought, "my circulation in this body sucks." He shook his hands out at his sides and wiggled his fingers, but the tingling only got worse. "I'm panicking", he thought, "I have to calm down. Take a deep breath." But he froze with dread as he felt his fingers starting to stiffen.
He held his hand up into view and saw that his fingernails were thickening and darkening rapidly. His pinky and ring fingers started fusing together, followed by his index and middle fingers, as his thumbs shortened and started traveling up toward the middle of his fat wrists. Terror replaced his sadness when he realized he would be turned into a total freak after all.
His pairs of fused fingers shortened, the nails of the joined fingers growing together and spreading toward his thickening palms. He tried to move his fingers but was barely able to wiggle them at all as they thickened into large, shiny black split hooves. He touched them together, trying to grasp one with the other, but he found they were mostly useless.
He began to wander frantically around the room with his hooves held out in front of him, but slowed as pins and needles crept over his feet. Nearly falling over as his feet weakened, he had just enough time to back up to the bed and plop his huge rump down, but with the momentum of all that mass he kept falling backwards onto the bed. A tidal wave of boobs bounced up in his face and fell into his armpits, followed by the odd feeling of his huge belly flopping up and then back down on top of his legs again with a thump. Struggling, he eventually managed to get to a mostly sitting position, pushing with his hooves on the bed.
Expecting to see hooves forming, he was surprised to see the shape of his feet unchanged, except for his toenails, which were blackening and spreading quickly over his feet. After covering his toes completely, the black nail crept around the bottom of his foot and around the back of his heel, looking like a hard pair of ballet shoes. The tips of his feet started bending upward, as if he was pointing his toes up in the air, and he felt the nail thickening under his heels as it started growing downward in a thick column.
That bastard Rich had given him a thick pair of shiny black 3-inch high-heeled pumps as the hooves on his feet. Though reaching his feet wasn't easy, he just managed to clamp one between his fore hooves, but there was no budging them -- the shoes were a part of his body, made of hard nail and growing like hooves directly out of the flesh of his fat ankles. A small hoof-like split developed in the rounded toe of each shiny black foot to add to his humiliation.
When his face started tingling, he had to get to the mirror. Struggling to his feet, he nearly fell as he tried standing and then waddling forward on his heels. His embarrassment multiplied as he noticed that even with his ponderous gait, the heels forced him to walk a lot more like a girl, with his massive womanly hips swaying heavily from side to side. And the jiggling movement of all his sensitive breasts against one another was nearly unbearable. Tottering heavily, he barely made it to the mirror.
His new high-heeled hooves only added to the punishment his legs were taking, but he quickly forgot about this as he faced his reflection. The change was predictable: His nose on his fat face had begun to thicken and his nostrils were growing and turning upward. He felt his ears thicken and begin to grow, sprouting up and taking on a large triangular shape before their weight caused them to flop in half. Tears streamed down his face as his nose flared out into a heavy pig snout. He swore his eyes had grown just a bit larger, too.
But his face was still changing. He felt his tongue starting to swell and thicken considerably, so much so that it began to bulge just slightly out of his mouth. Distressed, he tried to pull it back behind his lips, but there was just too much tongue to fit entirely in his mouth. The thick, heavy tongue bulging out from between his lips gave him an incredibly stupid appearance, which was worsened as a slight puddle of drool started pooling above his bottom lip. He looked like a retarded pig girl.
"Oh Buck", Kyle tried to curse as he suddenly realized how badly his speech was affected. "Oh by dod, I can'd talt wid dis dongue!" he cried, a trickle of drool spilling over his bottom lip. He sounded just like a retarded pig girl, too. He erupted in thick, female sobs and was so started by the volume of the explosive SNORT that blasted from his nose when he breathed in that he nearly fell over.
"Oh by dod I can'd liv dike dis! SNORT!", he sobbed, wiping the drool from his lip with one hoof and the tears from his chubby cheek with another, the nudge from his heavy arms starting his breasts jiggling in front of him. "Bhat am I doing do do? SNORT! Id's nod vair! SNORT!"
"ID'S NOD VAAAIR!"
"SNORT!"