Jon Gibson
Gibson Residence
4:37 P.M. CT
Laughing, I fell back onto the bed. Despite the immense opportunity I had just passed up, it felt as if a massive danger had passed. Whatever horrors or mistakes that might have resulted from even a single unintentional wish were now something simply shifted to my worst nightmares.
"So, what about you?" I asked, picking up the tiger plush. "You have any opinion in the matter?"
To my sudden shock and amazement, the doll nodded of its own accord. Dropping it like a hot potato, I watched as it fell down onto the bed, paws first, looked at me, and leaped right at me. Raising my arm, I tried to block it. With a white-hot pain, it jumped into my bicep, the soft fur becoming fused into my skin.
"Oh, shit." I whispered. Looking at my arm, the only trace of the doll was an intricate tattoo of a tiger, covering nearly my entire bicep. The area still stung, and my skin even looked like it was still shifting around. Suddenly, an orange hair suddenly grew out of my arm, right in the center of the tattoo.
"You have GOT to be shitting me!" I shouted. Scrambling off the bed and tearing off my shirt, I threw my door open and raced down the hall to the bathroom. I quickly flipped on the lights and closely examined myself in the mirror. More and more strands were growing out of my arm, soon escaping the boundary of the tattoo. As it spread, black and white hairs began to join it, forming an unsettlingly familiar stripe pattern.
I cursed constantly, unable to do much but watch as the changes inched up and around my arm. I briefly considered grabbing my razor and striking back, but that idea was shot to hell the second the fur reached my neck.
"Jesus!" I gasped, grasping at my throat. It felt as though everything was being rearranged, vocal chords and veins shifting under my rapidly expanding pelt. Strangely enough, aside from the sensations of having your body rearrange itself the changes didn't particularly hurt. This was a comfort, but not much of one considering the circumstances.
With the feeling of someone pulling on my entire face, my jaw began to grow out, quickly giving me the worst underbite ever suffered by a man. This was quickly evened out as my whole face pushed forward, assimilating my nose and giving me a veritable muzzle. My vision went blank for a second, and suddenly returned as my eyes were changed. It was like looking through a filter. While not radically different, the colors were accentuated, the image sharpened, and the pupils of my eyes changed from brown to green.
That was when it really kicked in. Before, it had been as if I was in a dream, watching this all happen to someone else. Now it was cold, frightening reality, as my twisted, morphed face proved.
I desperately scratched at the advancing fur, but to no avail. Nearly my entire right arm was covered, as was most of my head. My brown hair had changed inexplicably to a vibrant red, and was getting longer by the second.
"Ow, Fthuck!" I shouted, mangling my words through my new mouth as I accidently cut myself. Looking at my hand, I saw that my whole right arm was already gone. My hand was covered in thin fur, with black pads present in the palm and on the tips of my fingers. My nails had sharpened drastically, and were responsible for the long, bloody cut along my chest. Cursing the best I could with an unfamiliar tongue and mouth, I started to look for something to stop the bleeding.
That soon became a moot point. As the fur continued its apparently inevitable journey across my body, the cut was instantly healed wherever it crossed the fur. Then, my chest started to expand.
"Ohth, THOM ON!" I shouted. Rising up from my body, it appeared that two oranges had taken up residence underneath my chest as white fur continued to climb down my abdomen, bordered along the sides and my back by orange and black stripes and reshaping my torso as they went. Noticeably, my paunch dissolved and my sides caved in as my internal organs did the tango, shifting arounf for whatever was either leaving or being put in.
By the time it reached my waist, I was looking away. I just could not stand to watch what was about to happen, and I was very glad I was didn't as soon as it happened. It felt as though someone had punched me in the gut, forcing me to double over as some of the first real pain wracked my body. The best description as to what happened next would be that it turned inside out, and was about twice as worse as could be imagined with such a simple statement. I refused to look down my pants, because I already knew the result. I settled for cursing the plush, Karyn, and whoever else might have been vaguely involved at the top of my lungs.
Once again I was surprised, this time by a sudden kick in my lower spine. Kicking off my pants, I twisted around best I could to see what was happening, and immediately wished I hadn't. A small, thin pink blob of flesh was protruding from my backside, right at the center of my rear. It suddenly exploded out, sending me on the floor as I lost my balance. Hitting the ground on my side hard, I swore again and watched as the now furry tail extended to over a yard and a half in length.
I tried to get up, but was suddenly sent back down to the floor again as my legs changed. New muscles and bones replaced the old, warping my legs into what I guessed was supposed to be a more feline shape.
The changes finally reached my feet, with predictable results. My foot elongated, becoming thinner as my ankle traveled up my leg. Eventually, it widened out again at the end, creating a large paw. As the transformation ceased, the odd feelings of change soon gave way to a rising wave of anger, confusion, and rage at myself for wishing away the rock mere seconds before this happened.
Pulling myself up with unfamiliar hands, I steadied myself on the sink and looked in the mirror. A few minutes ago, it would have been me staring back. Now, a nearly nude anthropomorphic tiger with green eyes, chest length red hair, and breasts looked back at me like a picture from the deepest bowels of the internet. The tattoo was still prominently displayed on my arm, pitch black swirls and twists of black fur dominating my right bicep.
I stood there for a few minutes, cataloging every change I hadn't noticed during the transformation. My ears were now perched at the top of my head, poking through my red hair like a periscope through the ocean. A few thin, barely visible whiskers poked out from my muzzle, near my black, flattened nose. My height noticeably reduced, at least several inches shorter than it had been. My teeth were now longer and sharper, though not to the point where I could no longer chew.
"Okay." I said to myself, slowly working my new mouth and tongue to say the word clearly. "I need to call Karyn."
