Ty got back to his apartment on the far side of the complex and took a lonely elevator ride up while clutching the glass jar that held Mark.
Once in his lavish penthouse, Ty stared at the jar in his hand and shrugged. He wasn’t feeling revenge right now. Or cruelty. But he did feel experimentation and mischief rising.
Carefully, he unscrewed the jaw lid and dropped Mark out onto the top of his writing desk. He stared at the tiny comatose man and saw a canvas to create with. A new toy to play with. He had long since settled on the idea that he shouldn’t change the giraffes any more. He wanted to just let his beautiful raffe-folk live their lives. He was excited to see how they’d interact with other animal people and form their own relationships. Would Tim and vain Victoria fall in love despite their different backgrounds? Would little Tim find more than just cheap sex? Would Brittney start a fire trying to cook? Wait, did they all have jobs now? How would the outside world look at them as the only anthropomorphic beings currently in the world? Ty wondered at the possibilities.
Hmm. Suddenly, he had an idea. He did love his animals, didn’t he? He blushed, recalling the secret “furry” folder on his old computer. Midnight glances at buff horse guys and gorgeously shimmering dragon ladies. Maybe he could get some payback and have some fun with Mark at the same time. He idea was just too enticing not to want.
Ty stared at shrunken Mark and picked him up, setting the man down on the floor of his penthouse and willing him to grow to full size. Mark returned to his original 5’11”, flabby and out of shape, his big gross beer gut showing.
Ty laughed. Under any other context this would have been terrifying, but he literally held all the power.
Ty closed his eyes and willed Mark awake. The man stirred groggily, sat up, gasped as he realized his nudity, and looked around at unfamiliar surroundings.
“W-What the fuck?” Mark stood up shakily, and turned to see Ty sitting in a chair. Or, at least, it looked like Ty. Only Ty had he not been a pathetic scrawny loser.
“T-T-Tyler?” Mark grumbled. “Is that... you?”
“It is,” Ty said.
Mark looked down at himself, gasped at his nudity, looked around frantically in confusion, and stared back, red in the face.
“Y-You’re not Ty! W-What the fuck is this? Where am I?”
Ty giggled and saw Mark’s reaction as he realized the distinctive chuckle was indeed Ty’s. “Mark, tell me, fat man, what’s your favourite animal?”
“W-What the FUCK did you just...”
“Favourite. Animal.” Ty repeated, watching Mark flush with anger as his stone aged mind tried to make sense of it all.
“W-What...”
“Time’s up! I’ll choose for you, then.” Ty grinned playfully. Being a God was so relaxing. It was hard to remember what fear felt like.