As you stare horrified at your reflection in the mirror, you have to face the horrible truth; you are an elephant. Well, not really - some sort of elephant human hybrid - but you know that looking like this, you'll never be able to show your face in public again. You wouldn't even be able to walk to the store to get a packet of peanuts, without frightening people out of their wits, and most likely being taken in by the police, then sent to some government research facility to be experimented on. At that thought, you shivered in fear, causing your large frame to jiggle slightly.
You slowly reach up with two large, pudgy hands, and run them across your new face, feeling a mix of fear and fascination, as your study the strange new feelings coming from your large floppy ears, and the oddly pleasurable sensations as you manipulate your new trunk, bending it this way and that, and staring down into the holes at the bottom. God, it feels strange to breath this way. "This will get in the way when I try to eat my morning cereal," you think glumly, as you release your trunk and lower it down against your fat stomach. You gaze down at your new girth as your trunk slaps noisily against it, groaning loudly as you take your new mass into your hands, and jiggle it up and down. You suddenly regret not eating more donuts, if this was going to be the result any way. You were so big now, that you were sure none of the clothes in your wardrobe would fit you. "At least I don't have to deal with having tusks," you think, looking on the bright side.
Stepping away from the mirror, you run your hands across the rest of your new naked body, getting a feel for it as you clomp about the house, causing the floor and nearby furniture to shake. "What the heck am I going to do?" you ask aloud, immediately shocked by the slightly deeper tone of your voice. "I can't go out into public, I can't show my face anywhere...m-maybe I could get an online job? Just stay in the house forever?" No, that would never work, you tell yourself. Eventually SOMEONE would get a look at you, and when that happened, your life truly would be over. "Maybe I can nip this whole thing in the bud, and just go on a talk show, make millions talking about how it is...how it is to be a freak," you finish in a depressed voice, as you sink your heavy (and impressively wide) rear down onto your sofa, causing it to sag and groan under your new weight.
"Wait, freak...freak show," you mumble, gazing upwards and gasping. In the excitement of escaping and the dread of your new appearance, you had completely forgotten about the circus! "Those elephants who did this, that ringmaster...maybe they have some way to undo all of this!" you allow yourself a brief grin, satisfied that you now at least have a plan in mind. And hell, if they don't have a way of returning your old form, maybe a career in the circus would be preferable to ending up on a dissection table in some Area 51 like government lab.
You glance up at the clock hanging on the wall, and frown. Its late, and after running so far with all this new weight, you realise you're quite tired. You stand up slowly, groaning and holding onto your stomach as you bring your wide body to its feet, still unfamiliar with your changes. "So, either go back to the circus now, or wait until morning and hope nobody see's me on my way back..." you mutter, trying to decide the best course of action.