Connor moaned in response, his body going rigid on the couch as a sharp pain struck both his feet.
“What is it buddy?” asked Brad, strolling over to the couch and throwing a big, beefy ursine paw on Connor’s shoulder. “My feet dude, they’re swelling. It hurts.” moaned Connor again, his increasingly sensitive hearing detecting a soft popping from his shoes as the stitching holding the leather uppers to the soles began to snap. “Oh man, I gotta get my shoes off!” yelled Connor. Before he could even reach down, a sharp tearing assaulted his ears as his toes burst forth through the front of his white sneakers.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” sighed Connor, his eyes closed in relief, his mouth hanging open as he struggled to catch his breath as the soft tingly feel of repeated metamorphosis washed over his body again and again.
Sam watched in awe as Connor’s feet pulsed with growth, stretching slowly but steadily to inhuman proportions, their tops already covered with a short butterscotch-colored fur. “Thank goth. I thought that my feeth were going to exthplode” lisped Connor, his now prominent buckteeth inhibiting his normal speech.
Brad tried to stifle a laugh but failed. “Man Connor, you should see yourself! You look like Bugs Bunny gone wrong!” yelled the quarterback, bursting out into guffaws.