Walking out, James felt an odd dip to his walk that was never there before. He stopped, pulled himself together, and took a few more steps. There again was that odd swagger in every step.
He looked down and noticed something odd. He could have sworn, when looking himself over in bed just minutes before, that everything was normal but now he wasn't so sure. His hips seemed wider, a bit more shapely than they had ever been. Or so he thought. He never gave much thought to his thighs so maybe this was normal.
Running his hands down them, they certainly felt fine. However, when running his hands back up the back of his legs there was another odd feeling. His ass, which was before quite normal if not slightly disappointing, was now- and this was the best word he could think of for it- plump.
He went back into his bathroom. Standing on his tippy-toes, he tried his best to get a look of himself in his mirror - as he is a single male living alone, the mirror is above the sink and barely waist high- but with little success. He legs looked different but maybe just because he was on his toes.
James' head was still a mess from last night and he didn't want to dwell. He had the weekend off and he didn't want to spend it looking at himself in the mirror.
Putting on some sweat pants and a simple white undershirt, he walked- in his new manner- into the rest of his apartment. He flopped down onto his couch. Sighing, he rubbed his face and pushed his hair back over his ears- which were slightly more pointed than ever before but not enough for him to notice.
"I'm feeling a lazy day coming up." He said aloud to himself.
His stomach rumbled. Standing up again, he walked over his kitchen and pulled a bowl down from the cupboard. Some flake cereal, some milk and a splash of brown sugar and his breakfast was complete.
Bowl in hand, he was about to leave the kitchen when a spasm went through his entire being. Some of the milk splashed out as James tried to regain his composure.
"Weird." He said, muscles flexing.
It came again, stronger this time and for longer. He was about to drop the bowl when the feeling passed. He was breathing heavy again, unsure of what was happening. Then a third shock that sent his bowl smashing to the ground. He had to grab the kitchen counter as the his belt seemed to be revolting in on itself.
"What's happening to..."