Timothy moaned, feeling his hunger start to influence him to do something stupid. He knew that he couldn't walk like this ... a sixteen-foot-tall man who was wider than he was, tall! He shivered at the thought of how he must look to an outsider and decided he *had* to shed some pounds. The thought of literally *rolling* his way to McDonalds was simply too embarassing...
So, reaching down his his fat hand, he fumbled with the tiny box several times before managing to lift it up to his face. Peering at it with his sharp eyes, he tried to fit another key in the lock. His fingers were so soft and rounded, he found it difficult to do anything of the sort, though.
Through the broken wall of his home, he could smell the fries and burgers from across the yard... It was driving him crazy! He *had* to take off the weight!
Finally, he managed to fit a key in the lock. Mashing his fingers against the buttons, he hoped beyond hope that he'd put in a key that corresponded with a button that would fix this...
The lid popped open, emitting a soft, brown poweder, spiraling into the air like motes of dust.
he felt a warm tingle spreading from his hands through his blubbery body; coarsing through him as he sat on the ruins of his clothes in the shadow of the wall he pushed out with his size and bulk.
Gasping, he watched as the brown dust seemed to stick to him ... and spread.
Nervous, he started trying to brush it off, but when he touched it, he found that it was no longer dust ... it was fur! Brown fur!
"Oh gods... No..." he muttered.
Desperately, he fumbled with the box, trying to insert another key. But, as he watched the fur spread over the vast curving horizon of his belly, he dropped the tiny Chest, and felt it tumble down over his girth and between his legs! "Arrrgh!" he moaned, in frustration...
Still, the change continued.
As the giant, immobile lump sat there, though, he felt his musculature and bones molding ... shaping themselves into something strange ... something exotic... He could just barely catch a glimpse of himself in half of a broken mirror that used to hang on the wall he'd destroyed. His eyes grew wide as he watched his body metamorphose and become darker ... furrier.
Black rings of fur grew around his eyes as his nose and mouth pushed outwards to form a short muzzle. He could feel, beneath his gargantuan rear, a tail pushing desperately for space, and his hands and feet began to change into a bizzare blend of fat, human hands and more delicate, rodent-like paws...
As the feeling faded, he stared into the mirror, agahst. He now fit the image of something truly fat and gluttonous ... he was an anthropomorphic raccoon!
A sixteen-foot tall, nine-thousand pound, anthropomorphic raccoon!
His belly rumbled.
"And I'm still hungry..." he moaned, helplessly!