Within seconds you can feel the latex glove slithering unsettlingly away from your hand and up your arm. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” you mutter dejectedly as you feel the latex migrate slowly towards your rear. God damnit, Lisa! How could that bitch do this to you? You know you’re being unfair, but you can’t help it- you can already feel the latex remolding itself around your ass, preparing to change it in ways that would have been unfathomable to you only yesterday.
‘What should I do?’ You wonder frantically. You pace restlessly back and forth across your living room, refusing to acknowledge the increasing weight of your backside. You consider making another phone call in an attempt to reverse the changes, but find your trembling hands unable to dial a number. What if whoever you talked to only made it worse? All it would take was a mention of any animal, or gender, or even just a color, for christ’s sake. You clasp your cold, latex-covered hand to your forehead, realizing the hopelessness of your situation.
Wait… latex-covered hand? Already?! With much trepidation, you crane your neck backwards to stare, dumbfounded, at your new furry hindquarters. Your rear, now coated completely with sleek, brown fur, has grown considerably. It juts prominently from your torso, looking absurdly out of place and much, much too large on your human frame. Your long, furry dog’s tail droops sadly from its center, completing the immensely strange look. Your pants and underwear are bunched around your ankles, forced down by your rear’s increased size. You realize that there’s no way you’re going to be able to fit any of your clothes over this colossal backside now. Your penis hangs limply, exposed between your thighs. Looks like you’ll be pantless for the foreseeable future…
Stunned, you fall onto your mammoth, furry rump, pulled downwards by its much increased weight. You yelp as you crush your tail painfully beneath its vast confines. Could this really be happening? A dog’s tail was bad enough, but how were you supposed to live with a huge, literal horse’s ass? There was no way to hide it. Still barely comprehending what has happened to you, you twitch, startled, as you hear more knocking on your front door. “Joe, you in there?” A woman’s voice calls, sounding frustrated.