... I thought it was so silly how the machine makes them act like nothing had happened. How 'bull-headed' of them!
And I decided that's what I would do. I would swap one of their heads with a bull's head. Why the heck not?
Earlier, when messing around, I had loaded settings and options from the animal 'cow' in order to change Ron's dick to an udder, and so it was quite easy to just take another part of a cow (the head) and use the Replacement tool to put it in their place. This time, I chose Chuck. I laughed a little bit with anticipation, watching as his 3D image now appeared on screen - and looked pretty normal for Chuck's expected body type - but with the head of a bull cow seemingly photoshopped on. It looked more realistic, though. By the end of this day, something would be replaced between all of them...
I kept the transformation duration for Chuck's transformation to one day, as well as the 'Reality' setting to alter everyone's perception as normal except myself, but I changed the transformation period to 10 minutes. I double-checked to make sure that nothing else looked weird in the application - as far as I knew, the settings and infinite opportunities that were possible with this thing could really screw something up - and I clicked Enter.
It was a bit stupid of me to do this just after I got 'kicked' out of the living room, and so they were still talking about football plays where I was apparently "off limits". But, nevertheless, I sneakily looked out of my room. Chuck was slouching in the big arm chair next to the wall that was closest to the hallway, so I could park my desk chair next to the door and peep out the crack to get a full view of his side.
Seeming like forever, I didn't notice much of anything until Chuck moved around a bit in his chair to scratch his head. It looked like he was scratching at something small and white poking out of his hair - the beginnings of a horn - unbeknownst to him was this elegant beauty of the transformation that, if it were to stop at any point in time, the world would accept him as that person and find nothing different about it. One minute later, the horns were confirmed - already poking out a few inches, they were going to be huge. Small fuzzy hairs seemed to cover everything from the neck up, and Chuck's shaggy red hair was changing to a deeper bronze color.
"What've you got?" Ron asked, messing around with a pen and paper.
"My guess is that we just now need to get some practice in on these, and run 'em by the coach," said Steve.
"DA COACH." blurted Chuck, who now sported pointy ears and a slight muzzle. "Who wants some grub?"
Everyone nodded in agreement, and Ron got up - swaying udder and all - to make an order.
Suddenly - "Hey JOHNNY! We're ordering out, stop jackin' off and get out here!"
Unrealistically, I waited a couple seconds and then walked out the door, fumbling into the room... distracted then by Chuck's face, which - at about 5 or 6 minutes now, looked more like a bull than a human male.
"G ... we get' food. Wutt food you want?" Chuck barely managed to say. "I want MEAT."
"Yeah, we know. We're getting chinese, Jon.... what'll you have?"
"Uhhmmm..." I hesitated, distracted by Chuck's transformation. "The beef - uhmmm I MEAN THE chicken. Chicken! General Tso's."
"Okay," said Steve.
I sat down on the sofa, watching Chuck intermittently. It was like he was getting really tired during the transformation, as if he wasn't fully intent on our conversation anymore. His horns were at least eight inches long on each side, and his head was covered in furry brown hairs that tapered off at his shoulder line. Just like the 3D image, he had the head of a bull on the same old body. It was unreal and impossible to look away from! He had to watch it though - the amazing view was getting him really horny. His eyes were a deeper grey color (when they were fully open), and his mouth and nose continued to extend outwards and expand to the extremely larger size.
Nine minutes had passed, and what little visual personality of Chuck that was left was lost. All the while, nobody noticed or cared. Ron was on the phone, placing the order with one hand and groping his udder with the other. Steve was laughing at a funny home video show on TV - but Chuck was now completely spaced out. It was as if he had lost touch with the world....
"Awww, Jon, look at Chuck - he's asleep again!"
"Yeah..." I barely managed to spit out. "Why..."
"Why? Don't ask me, he just does. It's just a 'bull' thing, I guess." Steve began to laugh to himself, "It must be pretty hard for him to think, the poor dumb cow!"
...Shit.
I abruptly got up and ran back to my room to review the Chronivac. Reviewing the default settings, I realized...