“Let me in Brian!” Bridget yelled through the door. Brian had woken up late afraid to see
what changes today brought, and almost immediately after he dressed Bridget began
banging on the door. He didn’t want her to see him like this, but he needed help and he
trusted her.
“O…O…Okay,” he mumbled to her nervously, “Let me get the door.”
As Brian slowly opened the door Bridget saw what had happened to him since last night.
Inwardly she cheered as the handsome young man, who had cheated on her with her
sister, stood their mostly transformed into a clown. “What happened to you,” she asked,
fully knowing what had happened.
“I don’t know, but hurry up inside,” Brian urged her. He quickly closed the door after she
crossed the threshold.
As Brian crossed the room Bridget noticed a loud squeak with every step. “Are you
squeaking?”
“Yeah. It seems my feet squeak. At first I thought it was theses shoes, but its not. Its
me,” he said sounding almost defeated. As he sat down his butt made a loud whoopee
cushion sound. “That’s me too.”
Bridget came closer and grabbed his face moving it side to side to get a better look. He
had a painted on red smile and giant red nose, which had now developed a plastic sheen
to it. Try as she might Bridget could not find a seam to it. It was also bigger than a golf
ball now. She noticed the distinct triangles above and below his eyes, the ones on top
being slightly larger. His eyebrows were more U shaped as well, albeit upside down and
located higher on his forehead. That’s when she noticed how he had a few strands of red
hair left on the top of his head in the form of a comb over. The sides stuck out 8 inches
and had a slight curl at the end. She was genuinely amazed at how white his skin was
now, as white as milk. Brian’s face and whole body was much pudgier. If they weighed
him Brian and Bridget would find him to be 320 lbs. With most of it in his belly and butt.
It didn’t distribute normally, and gave Brian a distinct ball shape.
Brian lifted a leg and farted. “Sorry. I do that a lot now,” he said embarrassed.
“Jeez that stinks!” Bridget retorted in a deliberate attempt to rub it in but make it sound
like it happened innocently.
“I know.”
“What’s with the four fingered gloves?”
Brian hesitantly took them off and revealed a pudgy four fingered hand with red nail
polish. “ I woke up with them like this, and these gloves on my nightstand. I don’t know
why, but when I got dressed I just felt like I had to put them on. What am I gonna do
Bridget? I’m becoming a freak!”
“Just like I planned,” she thought to herself. “I don’t know sweetie. We’ll think of
something. I’ll stay with you until we find a cure. But where did you get those clothes?”
“The socks and shoes showed up when my feet started to grow. They’re a size 28 and my
feet just barely fit them. I couldn’t find any of my clothes this morning. Everything turned
into this suit and giant tie. Hell the pants only go down to mid-shin!” It was true; Brian
was wearing the suit that Bridget had described in her list.
“Anything else?” Bridget asked.
“Oh yeah!” Brian threw his hands up in exasperation, “Where to begin? The fact that I’m
clumsier than normal? The squeaking sounds my feet make? How about the whoopee
cushion sounds my ass make every time I sit down? Or how about the smell of cotton
candy that’s beginning to follow me? If I’m not carful my voice sometimes starts to sound
like Goofy, and I fart all the time.”
“There, there,” Bridget said comfortingly. She walked over and hugged him and Brian
farted.
“Oh yeah. I’m so bloated that the slightest squeeze makes me fart.” All of a sudden Brian
farted again.
“I didn’t squeeze you that time.”
“No, that was just my uncontrollable flatulence,” he told her as he held his nose. “You can
tell by how that one was rancid and the other one wasn’t.”
“I can see, er smell,” Bridget said. “So the slightest squeeze of this stomach makes you
fart?” She asked as she shook his stomach back and forth. Much to their surprise circus
calliope music began to play from his stomach.
They both looked at Brian’s stomach and then at each other. “That’s new,” he said.