You fire the gun for another good thirty seconds. Tommy's eyes go blank, his mouth hanging open, while he continues to change in the light of the gun.
A filthy wife beater materializes on his hairy belly, soon becoming wet with sweat. His pants disappear, revealing a filthy pair of tighty whities. Grimy tube socks appear on his feet, a hole through one of his big toes.
He scratches his head, and you watch his hair fall out until all that's left is a short greasy buzz cut. His body hair fills in even thicker, and he begins to really sweat. Soon a pungent BO is coming off his body. He sniffs his hairy pit and sighs contentedly.
He lets out a huge belch. Then suddenly he grins, lifts his leg, and rips a huge wet fart. He laughs like a moron, belly shaking. He keeps burping and farting, grinning like an idiot while he does it.
His whities tent with a big boner. Loudly, he moans and rubs it until he shoots a huge load into his underwear with a snort and grin. His whities crust over immediately, showing signs of a guy who likes to jack into his underwear.
You stop the gun, and Tommy looks at ya with glazed over eyes. It must've made him dumb too. He rips a fart and smiles, scratching his balls.
"Aw yeah, that was a wet one," he laughs. "Hey what's that ya got there?"
He takes the gun from you, as you were so mesmerized by his change that you weren't holding on tightly. He struggles to read the words on the gun.
"Slob-ih-fire. What's that?"
"It uh makes things slobby."
He fires it at the bed in his room. The sheets become crusty and yellow, getting holes that show a stinking mattress.
"Fuck yeah. What else could I shoot?"
He turns his head to you, aims the gun, and...