Too Much Reality

He had drawn breath now for 18 long years. Each one seemed to travel at a snail's pace, dragging out every last second that it could. He now sat alone in his bedroom; crouched down over his desk trying his best to keep his hand steady. But yet the harder Daniel tried the more it shook. Finally he lent back in his chair and sighed loudly. Reaching across the top he dipped his brush into some soapy water and quickly swished it around. When he was satisfied it was clean he wiped the brush on a piece of paper towel which was close by. He then sat and looked at his Space Marine, debating which colour to do next. The options were small as all that was left to be done was its face. Eager to finally get this model finished Daniel continued. As he shook the pot of Elf Flesh the song from the radio ceased and the gritty voice of the DJ took over. Daniel was oblivious to his speakings until the words animal, song, savage and garden were said. 'Oh yeah!' He thought to himself as the song started. Despite his need to be as steady as possible he couldn't help singing along to the chorus: "I want to live like animals, Careless and free, /Like animals/ I want to live, I want to run through the jungle; The wind in my hair and the sand at my feeeeeet!"

His heart sank slightly as the song inevitably ended and the adverts started. His painting had moved into closer detail; from the face to the eyes-the hardest part for his unsteady skills. He tried again and again to get that little black dot in the middle of his rather splodge looking white. Eventually he gave in and left them as best as he could manage. "Fucking hell!" he cried under his breath as he washed his brush. "I hate, I hate, I hate eyes!" Daniel quickly picked up the box to his command squad and looked at the unbelievably small black dot that the 'eavy metal painters are able to achieve. "How the hell do they do it? I've never even got that small an amount of paint on my brush before!" He threw the box into the bin. Now that he's finally finished them he won't need to look back at those perfect specimens for the inspiration on how to paint his.

Daniel walked lazily over to his bed and slumped down onto it. He stretched out the aches that had accumulated while painting as best he could. His thoughts crept back to the animal song as the DJ's voice broke through some kind of dance song. Daniel's hand then moved down under his underwear has he felt himself get hard over the prospect of such a change. He closed his eyes and vividly imagined his body changing, concentrating on just one part of his body at a time so that he could see as much detail as possible.

He started at his feet; they quickly sprouted a brown fur as his nails turned claw like and his feet grew longer in a sudden burst. He watched in his mind as his little toe disappeared into his foot as they still lengthened in quicker and quicker steps. When he was satisfied with them he moved up his legs. He could almost feel the tiny pricks that signalled the waves of fur growing. His muscles twitched uncontrollably as they grew, pulling tight the jeans he was wearing. Suddenly his knees bent uncontrollably to take into account the new length of his feet.

Daniel continued the change up his body, although he couldn't see it, he knew that his foreskin had attached itself to his stomach and grown a furry pelt. The effort he was putting into making the event seem real caused him to scratch himself as he thought about the change. The rim of his jeans lifted out from his waist as he felt his underwear grow tight from the fur and muscle that was being produced inside them. Daniel quickly removed his top and watched the wave of fur spread up his stomach. He concentrated hard and toned up the muscles under the fur into a small six-pack, nothing particularly special, but certainly more than he had before.

The tide of fur continued until it reached his shoulders, where it suddenly spilt and rolled down both his arms. His muscles strained under the steadily increasing fur as he lifted his hands up. The fur quickly encased the back of his hands and he turned them round in time to see the skin on his palms thicken and turn a dark almost black colour. As he watched he could see more and more of his nails atop of each finger. They had grown darker and almost bone like.

As his neck grew to match the muscular of the rest of his body Daniel suddenly felt like he wasn't in control any more; like his thoughts were creating themselves. His face quickly became shrouded in the dark fur, covering the last of his pink skin. His hair shortened to only slightly longer than his fur and he felt his ears lengthen and gradually creep up his head. They moved to almost completely on top of his head, but stopped just short. Then in a sudden lurch his face pushed forward. His top lip moved out in line with his nose, pushing it up, as it's bridge disappeared into the mass of his face. As he looked down his snout he could see his nose blacken and his canine teeth grow large and sharp. The transformation was finished with his eyes turning from their usual dull grey to a bright green and both the iris and pupil enlarge so there was no more visible white.

Daniel opened his eyes with a start. 'Man that was too real' he thought to himself as he took a moment to look over his body. He didn't know whether to be pleased or disappointed to find everything was as it should be. He did notice that he had actually taken his top off, but that was the biggest impact his imagination had on the real world. 'The problem with around here is that there's just too much reality.' Daniel thought as he scratched himself through is jeans. 'Man my underwear's tight all of a sudden.' He added as he walked into the bathroom.