Stuck

Brendan stared at the novelty teeth in his hands. They looked the same as when he had put them in... well now they were covered in saliva. He ran his tongue across his teeth to find that nothing had changed, he still felt his comical protrusions in his mouth. He turned to Amy and saw she was looking at the bunny ears in her hand. He lifted to check the top of his head and confirmed what he already could tell from concentration, he still had bunny ears.

"I'm changing back now." He stated firmly. He carefully navigated his way out of the mess of hair surrounded him and rose from the bed. He saw that the bed had the crappy wig he had bought online strewn about it though it no longer shared the same color his hair was now. It had returned to solid purple contrasting the silver grey he could see in his peripheral vision. He finished stripping himself of the clothes he had still been wearing and walked to his dresser. Quickly he took a pair of boxers and struggled to stretch them over his huge ass. It took some maneuvering but he finally managed to get them to uncomfortably fit. He waited for the now familiar feeling of change to wash over him.

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...except it didn't come. He opened the drawer and pulled out a shirt far to large for his current size and frantically slipped it over his head... no tingle, no stretching, no feeling except a loose shirt hanging on his body. He ran to the bathroom and his dirty clothes pile frantically grabbing a pair of sweatpants and sliding them up his body holding them around his waist.... nothing. He tied the drawstrings tight and let them fall to his hips.

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...Nothing. He shifted them left and right until they sat center dead center on his waist.

.Nothing

..Nothing

...Nothing.

"No no no no no no" He panicked turning to the mirror only to confirm what he knew. Nothing was happening. The same image he had seen in the arcade stared back albeit this time the girl was donning clothes that hung on her body, but they didn't manage to hide what he had become. His shirt didn't hide the breasts that now sat on his chest. The sweatpants clung to his hips before pooling around his ankles. The bunny girl stared back.