As you speed down the road, trying to get as far away from the Zoo as possible, you start to feel uncomfortable. The sun seems too hot, the radio seems too loud, and the car seems to be moving too fast.
You think back to twenty minutes ago when you noticed your new shoes had started to become tight. That was weird, because you had just bought those shoes last week and they had been two sizes too big. And your chest. Why had it felt sore? And why was it so hot in here all of a sudden?
You're still twenty minutes away from home, so you decide to push everything in the back of your mind and concentrate on getting home safe. You dimly register your four foot long tail trying to flick back and forth, but it's confined to your pants, which have begun to feel slightly too tight.
The heat in the car intensifies. You start to sweat. You look at the tempature reader on your dashboard and are surprised to see that it's only 72 degrees out. All of your clothes feel too hot, and if you were home, you would probably have taken them off. But you're in your car, and you're still twenty minutes away from your house. Your clothes start to feel uncomfortably tight and hot now.
You go to lift your arm to take off your shirt (it's so hot, you can't take it anymore), but it feels stiff and hard to move. The same can be said about your fingers, which are having a hard time gripping the steering wheel. They seem to be... shortening. I'm probably just hallucinating from the heat, you think.
Suddenly, a car whizzes by. You let out a too-cat like yowl at how loud the sound is. In fact, everything seems way louder than it was ten minutes ago. Unbemost to you, your ears have grown orange and black fur and moved to the top of your head. They twitch around at every sound you hear. You feel a tickiling in your pants. You look down and watch in shock as your tail grows another half a foot. It's touching your socks now. It's only then that you notice the your pants are straining, about to rip at the seams from your thighs and butt, which have grown massive and muscular.
The same can be said about your shirt, which, while you were so concentrated on driving, has grown very tight around your chest, stomach, neck, and upper arms, which have also swelled massivley with muscle and fat. Then you notice why it's so hot in here: your arms, neck, and face are covered with a thin layer of orange and white fur, which has the distinctive tiger stripes all around.
At this point, all you care about is getting home. You just keep your eyes on the road. In fact, you can see much better than you usually can. Though you don't know it, you have tiger eyes now, yellow and black. Now five minutes away from home, your feel your nose seperate. Sharp pinpricks erupt on your checks, where long whiskers are growing out. You feel your forehead and eyes push back as your mouth and nose surge forward. You try to grit your teeth as your expanding body make your clothes feel unbearebly tight, but you can't , because your teeth have grown out into long tiger fangs. You notice that you're slowly rising in your seat. You look down and see your feet and ankles are extending and swelling, while your muscular things are shortening. Your shirt collar burts as your neck swells and extends. Your face pushes out further.
As you turn onto your street, you realize that you can't bend your arms anymore. Then, without warning, your fur thickens and covers your whole body at once. This is too much for your clothes. They all rip at the seams and your massive, strong tiger body burts out of your tattered clothing. Your tail, finally free, explodes out of your pants and falls onto the passenger seat. Your shoes and socks burst and you notice you have large tiger paws where your feet should be. You slam on the breaks as you stop in front of your house. Now that you can't bend your arms, you bat at the door handle a few times until it flies open. You half crawl, half fall out of your car and onto the pavement. You get up on your four legs and examine your body. You have been turned into a very large tiger. You gowl miserably at the hopelessness of your situation.You're stuck in the middle of suburbia, and you're a tiger! What are you going to o? Your tail sways behind you as you think.