Bridget had called wanting to come over, but Brian had told her No once again. The
changes were further along and he did no want to be seen, but he wasn’t sure what to do
and he knew that he did need help.
Brian had weighed himself and was at 290 lbs. A 40 lb gain since the beginning of the
week. His feet were larger, a size 20, and he was both frightened and relieved at the
clown shoes he now wore. He was also frightened when the only socks he could find were
red and white striped. When he woke up he had noticed that everywhere he went there
was a squeaking sound when he walked.
The changes to his face were more noticeable too. The dark spots over and under his eyes
were now clearly triangles and they were slowly getting darker. His hair was now a dull
red and stuck out on the sides no matter how much gel he used. Brian also noticed his
hair was now thin on top with a bigger bald spot in the back. He also took note that his
mouth and nose were red as if he put lipstick on them. Further frightening him was the
fact that his mouth also looked outlined by the same red and his nose seemed bigger.
Brian had been so worried about what he saw that he failed to realize his eyebrows were
thinner and moving up his fore head a little to form a small upside down U.
Brian stared into the mirror for what had been the thousandth time that day rubbing his
nose up and down. He couldn’t help it, it actually felt good to rub his nose, and he got
scared when he looked down to see his penis standing at attention. “Oh god, I’m getting
turned on by rubbing this huge thing,” he whined. “ Wait, is my penis bigger?” He quickly
checked, and found it that it wasn’t bigger around but it was longer. “At least some good
will come from this,” he thought not noticing the slight plastic sheen it now had to it.
Brian quickly started to rub his nose again driving himself further down the path of
ecstasy. He built and built his coming orgasm to bigger heights until he cummed when he
squeezed his nose and it honked. This was both intense and frightening for him at the
same time.
As Brian cleaned the mess he noticed his ring and middle fingers now seemed stuck
together, and no matter how he tried he could not separate them. “This is getting worse
and worse every moment,” he cried. What Brian was to busy to see is that his tears now
seemed to shoot about a half inch out of his eyes, and landed further down on his cheeks.
Brian dropped to the floor hearing the same whoopee cushion noise he had been hearing
over the last few days. As Brian cried he raised a now even bigger ass cheek off the
ground and farted a horrible fart. This was happening a lot more now. After he finished
crying he blew his nose and to his horror saw little bits of paper in the tissue. “Confetti,”
he said incredulously.