Noticing 3: Subject to change Day 7 part one (rough)

Sandy rose first in the morning, leaving meg asleep on her back, the effects of her most recent change were visible. Her knee's bent defying gravity and splayed outwards towards her sides. Sandy watched her chest rise and fall and she could of sworn the shape had changed. Her sternum rose up in a curved form before sinking down to her stomach. Her shirt, loose on her didn't hide her lean musculature and the brush of hair that covered her stomach leading from her crotch tented against itself down the middle. Megan's legs were twitching in what must of been a dream, not wanting to disturb her Sandy got out of bed and went to the kitchen. She took out some more bacon but knew the smell would wake up meg so she instead poured herself a bowl of cereal. It tasted bland, the chunks of fruit shone through but she couldn't taste to oats or the nuts. It was like someone had sapped the flavour out of it despite it being from a good brand. She gave up on her meal and went back to her books, scratching at her collar. Reminded of her own changes Sandy decided to have a look at herself. She approached the bathroom mirror, the fur was back of course. Thick and full, her chest a brilliant white that faded into a yellowy orange at her shoulders, the fur that thinned out on her upper back looked like it had started to fade into a dark brown. She rubbed it up and down liking the feeling it, it felt like being massaged. She pulled a hair brush out of her bag and brushed it, the feeling was mesmersising. Before long the brush was filled with fur and this gave sandy some hope it might be going away before she realised what it probably was. "malting" Sandy whispered to herself dissapointed. She'd been indoors in the warm a lot recently it was probably just that. Sandy then went to brush her teeth when she stopped, her teeth had changed. She leaned in closer to the mirror and turned her head examining her teeth. It was only slight but her teeth were lined up differently, angled inwards her canines longer. She licked them for clarification. "Facinating" she whispered. Opening and closing them a few times they didnt feel wrong or out of place, the change must of been so slow that she hadn't of noticed at all. She smiled, then opened wide, then pulled faces trying to understand the range of motions that they'd be visible from. "Ok this is still good i can manage this today" she told herself. She was planning another trip out and needed to plan in advance. She fluffed her fur once more, she was growing attached to it but it had to go. She pulled a shirt over herself shivering at the awkward feeling that fur made being covered. It felt wrong. 

Megan was running again, on all fours, a dense scrap of bush on the outskirts of a meadow, chasing. A flash of white and brown ahead of her, flicking up and down, birds scatter around her as she tumbled through a clearing. Her meal was getting away, it bolted leftwards through a hole in the bush, megan scouted round ears perked, listening. The rabbit darted for a bank across another clearing, the distance was short but this was her chance. Her legs were like powerful springs releasing ungodly energy as she went from trotting to sprinting. Like an arrow in flight, an orange blur, she shot, before her meal could react. She bit, the force of her impact sending them both hurling through the air. They landed together the rabbit for a second left her grip before she lunged for its neck. Then she woke up.

Megan woke suddenly, her legs whirled for a second before she twisted round on to her side. Still stuck in the tangles of her dream she looks around throwing up her sheets. "what the hell are you doing?" asks Sandy as she walks out of the bathroom. "The rabbit, where's the rabbit?" asks megan confused. "what rabbit" asks Sandy in turn herself confused. "my food, it got away. My..." she trailed off realising what she was saying. "What dream were you having?" quizzed Sandy. "i was chasing something" The dream already slipping away. "A rabbit?" said sandy. " yeah that was it, it was small and young, tender..." Megan said eye's glazing over. "Megan! get a grip!" shouted Sandy. "fuck" megan woke up again. "I'm sorry, it felt so real. I wanted it more than i've wanted anything in my life. it was like it was my lifes goal or something." " Your lifes goal is to be a heart surgeon and to save lives." sandy said in an urgent tone. "yeah you're right, im sorry, im fine now. I'll be ok..." Megan said and started panting. "stop that aswell!" said sandy as she turned away. Megan slurped her tounge back in her mouth.

Megan got out of bed, her back still sore, it felt stiff. Standing up felt more of a challenge, she rubbed the base of her back finding her spine and massaged it. It felt good, really good. The action sent her leg twitching again and she nearly lost her balance. She sat down rubbing at the spot again, "damn what is that?" she whispered to herself. She started going cross eyed. "oh shit, NO!" She realised what she was doing and was horrified at herself. "NO" megan said. The feeling lingered and she focussed again on getting up to take her mind from it. Her back twinged as she walked, muscles not responding right. They felt strained like when you try to reach behind your back to scratch an itch. She knew what this was of course but refused to acknowledge it to herself, denial becoming another one of her talents. She got to the kitchen obviously uncomfortable and grabbed the kitchen worktop to take the strain off her back. She could smell the bacon in the fridge. "please Sandy, make me some of that bacon." "you should do it yourself, it will keep you in shape." said sandy sitting and buried under a few books already. Megan sighed pulling herself up again, her back made a popping sound and she made for the fridge. The smell was incredible, the fridge was rapidly becomming her favourite place in the world. She picked out the bacon the wrapper concealing a heavenly waft of deliciousness that seemed to promise to fix all her problems. The pads on her hands though were not so enthusiastic and let the packet slip from her hand. Megan eyes transfixed on her food watched as it tumbled in the air almost as though it was in slow motion. The packet splatted on the tiles below, juices flung in all directions. Before she could think she was on all fours licking up the delicious mess she had created. "Megan NO!" sandy screamed, running over. She grabbed megan by the shoulder and tried to lift her up. Megan snarled and snapped at Sandy's hand. Sandy jumped back horrified. Megan continued licking up the raw bacon, her back popped like cracking knuckles. "MEGAN NO STOP" Sandy shouted angry and fearful. Megan's eyes went wide. "Oh!, oh my god! What the hell am i doing???" Megan pushed herself off the floor, "i...I'm so sorry Sandy" she whined. "i dont know what happened...the smell, the bacon it took me away, i...couldn't control myself."  Megan looks at the bacon again and snaps her eyes away from it. Still on her hands megan grabs the counter top and tries to pull herself up. Reaching as far as her elbows before stopping. "my back, its gone!" cried megan. "what?" sandy asked tears in her eyes. "It's gone, i can't stand!" Megan levers herself up on the counter legs splayed apart behind her. She forces herself back, "i've lost balance, its not there!". She falls backwards and sandy catches her. " Well do what you did last time, learn!" sandy demands failing to keep the panic from her eyes. "You're right, i can learn. I WILL learn. This won't beat me!" Megan say's with new strength in her voice. Megan balances again her tail now 2 feet long hangs between her legs aiming through them. Sandy pulls it out of her shorts. "No sandy don't" cries megan. "It might help, try using it." said sandy. Megan raises it and whinces, over the last few day's she developed a fear of acknowledging it and mentally using it destroyed her denial of it. Her tail swung left to right as megan swayed, the tail shifted her center of balance and allowed her move her back into a more comfortable forward posture. "i think i, got it" megan said teary eyed. She stepped forward slowly and shakily, muscles in her back and thighs twitching voilently is their battle to keep balance, Megan's tail twitched, she felt a pressure in her lower back and as she walked without her knowing her tail started to grow. As she moved and with her tail swishing about neither of them noticed. Megan made her way over to the couch and collapsed exhausted. Her tounge lolled out of her mouth and she started panting. Sandy doesn't tell her to stop letting her have a rest she suspected she actually needed to do it now anyway. Megan laid down on her side, her ribs visible through her shirt as her chest rose and fell breathing deeply. "perhaps a walking stick might be a good idea if im gonna stay on two feet." megan panted. "you really want to go down that route?" sandy said. "no but what choice do i have, i cant get around like this." megan gestures at her lower body. 

The girls rest up a bit, drink coffee and try watching TV to take their minds off stuff but completely fail at it. Megan gets up and by leaning on as much stuff as possible makes her way to the bathroom to shower. Sandy looks on wondering if she should help or leave her to it so she can learn. Once in the bathroom Megan pads along the wall to the sink and looks at herself in the mirror. She was beyond tears and most of her wanted to fight this but a growing part of her was starting to come to terms with it, she looked st herself in the mirror.

She didnt know what she was looking at, the thing in the mirror terrified her. Something in her mind told her to run, to get away from the danger. But she stayed studying what she forced her to see as herself. "i...I'm Meg j...Jow...ns" she said furrowing her brow. "i...was...born in M..ay" her headache peaked again. She screwed her eyes tight fighting the pain. "Anal...ine, to look at" Wait was that right? "Analine" she said again the shapes felt wrong. "no that's not it. Ana...any...lice?" The sharp cracks of pain like glass breaking in her head broken her focus. She tried another one, "espress...shon, to make known meaning of a word" she smiled convinced she got that one right, it must be right, right? Doubt entered her mind again, "no". The information had gone, she felt the hole in her mnd faint abstract shapes in her head, there remained only the shapes, they kept changing reforming and losing their meaning before she could summon them to her tounge. "eyes still closed. "I'm Megan Johns, i was born May 17th 1990" she knew that one, but those shapes felt wrong too. Megan shakes her head, her ears flopping about, she stared at herself again distracting her existentail crisis with a physiological one.

With her elbows on the sink megan feels her face, it felt longer, narrower than she remembered. Her forehead felt lower down and the dense fur that used to be her hair less than an inch long, she figured this was its final stage, the fur wrapped her face, it had been day's since she bothered shaving now and she doubts she ever will again. She turned her head to the side, her profile looked distinctly canine, her muzzle had now pushed out taking the rest of her mouth with it. The bridge of her nose had widened, the definition between bridge and face less distinct harder to recognise, her nose had started to meld into her muzzle. Nostrils wide on a black moist backdrop, the divide on her upper lip had flattened out. The overall shape of her muzzle was growing more pointed with her nose taking the lead, this had made her upper lip seem to vanish, there was no lip only nose, then snout, then mouth. She opened her mouth wide, she didn't recognise herself at all now. The inside of her mouth demonstrated the extent her jaw had changed. Her front teeth and canines had lined up infront with her sharper molars lining behind them in a narrow formation. Part of her admired how this all happened without her realising, the teeth looked clean and new, her fillings had either fallen out or been absorbed by whatever process this was. Her tounge lolled out again the heat of the bathroom caused this reaction, panting was becoming an unconcious response. Meg snapped her mouth shut, her tounge whipped back inside slinging spittle on the mirror. 

Megan balanced herself again, holding onto a towel rack and stepped back to look herself over, she shook her head in despair. Her breasts had reduced further, her bra hung impotently loosely containing them, further down red patches she assumed to be some kind of blemish at first but were too symmetrical and orderly, then she relised what they were, disgusted at them. Her chest barrelled out further, each breath distinct at it moved her wide large ribs up and down. She was haunched over further too her legs quaking under the strain, she rubbed her thighs not an pound of fat on them. the muscle structure looked wrong, she was ripped but they looked smaller and angled round her leg diffrently, she realised her thighs had shrunk like her calfs. Gingerly Meg stepped down to see herself from a different perspective. She placed her hands on the floor on the far end of the bathroom looking at her stance to see how she looked on all fours. To her relief she didn't look like a fox, but to her distain being on all fours even for a second felt so right, secure even. Before anything could happen she pushed against the wall to get her back up. She was testing something, she wanted to see how she would look on all fours, she knew it was inevitable she could let it go and still try and find a solution. she might even be better at it without being so pre-occupied with trying to stumble around them house. "NO" the idea sounded nice, like giving into cravings and eating a whole chocolate cake. but like that she knew once it was done there was no going back and the aftermath might not be so sweet, she got in the shower. The fur on her head and stomach proved tricky to dry while holding yourself up on a towel rack but she managed. she didnt bother brushing her teeth, as she left the bathroom clad in a shirt that hung low on her shrunken state her feet left paw prints on the carpet.

Megan found sandy where she left her, She hadn't moved but the books on her lap had changed and several others filled with orange bookmark slips with red crosses on them. "im not finding anything with these" sandy said. "i have an idea, you are not going to like it." "What?" asked Megan. "well we could try a more qualititive research method" sandy said. "Erm...im sorry that made no sense." megan lowered her head ashamed. "what i mean is maybe we need to study you not these books, they're useless." said sandy. "so what's your idea?" Megan asked suspiciously. "i say we go to the lab." "by we you mean you right?" said Megan with concern. "no my condion is different to yours we need both of us."said sandy some pleading in her eyes. " "Look at me, how the hell are we gonna pull this off?" Said megan, "well this is why you're not gonna like it. We go at night in the dark, i can book a session in the lab and no one wants to stay there late so we'll be on our own and you come as my erm... specimin." "What??" glares Megan "we put you in that long trench coat i have at home, you get in my car and you walk as best you can into the lab, with any luck we'll only have to deal with a couple of security guards and in that case you hide on the back seat. I can pass for human still but i dont know how long that will be, this could be our only chance to get some blood samples that we can exam....look at here, they might give us some leads." Sandy monolgues. "its crazy, it's insane, if anyone see's me..." sandy interrupts It's either this or they find you as a fox, in a couple weeks time with me a half woman fox thing trying to read useless books by ripping them up with my teeth." Sandy bared them for emphasis. "I don't know if you've noticed but this is getting desperate, we've been here two days and found nothing. No reward without risk." Megans ears folded back. "This is still crazy." "YES, it is, it's mad, completely fucking bonkers. But i'm running out of ideas feel free to contibute anything." Sandy shouts furiously. "I.." whimpers megan " I know, your diminished mental state impedes your abilty to effectively contribute on an intelligent level, so contribute please in the only way you can by doing this." Sandy lips firm stares at megan. "i'm sorry that was harsh but the clock is ticking, we have the afternoon to prepare, try your best not to change anymore. I will go find you a walking stick or crutches or something to help you walk." Megan feeling shocked at sandy's outburst eye's teary slumps on the couch before getting up again to move her tail out of the way. 

Sandy leaves to assemble stuff for their expedition, Megan tries to tidy up but fails, she cant carry any extra weight on her legs without falling over and the scattered note ridden books prove too much of an obsticle for her. She goes to eat, opening the fridge and doing her level best to avoid all the meat. She picks out the bread and butter and with moderate difficulty manages to make some toast. Drinking proves tricky, megan can't pour water in her mouth without it pouring out of the sides of her mouth, her lips could no longer form a seal on the glass. Muscle memory kicks in and before she knows what she's doing she's lapping at the water with her tounge. She doesn't even bother to fight this as she can see no other way of drinking at this point. Sitting cross legged or any normal way is out of the question now so she props herself on her elbows lying down and eats on the couch. At first she uses her hands to eat but they have grown increasingly clumsy, her fine motor skills weakened. After dropping the toast for the 5th time megan just picks it up with her mouth and angles the toast sideways using her back molars to chew. She thought about what she must look like chewing with her mouth open dropping soggy bread all over the place and licking it up, but less of her cared about it. she wasn't as embarassed about it anymore, it almost felt like nothing was wrong. She finished and sat up licking her muzzle clean, her whiskers angle away from the reach of her tounge, she sniffed the couch again before getting up. She manages to make it halfway to the bathroom when Sandy comes back in. "Ok Meg, its all sorted it gets dark in an hour and we have the lab for 3 hours tonight. Here's your crutches, trench coat and gloves, i wouldn't bother with boots i dont think any will fit you now." They both look at megs feet." "what about my head?" meg asks. "thought about that too." responds Sandy. "here" Sandy handsmegan a skii mask and a beanie. "the skii mask will flatten your ears down and the beanie will make you look a little less like you're going to rob a bank." " wow you thought of everything" megan smiles showing too many teeth. " oh man, don't do that tonight. Not even around me." "say's you dracula" megan say's sarcastically.  "my teeth can still pass for human, i did consider dressing as a goth for cover but i couldn't find any fishnet stockings or black hair dye, i'll just have to bluster through it." said Sandy. "Come on lets get ready, we should leave as soon as it's dark in case we have any...fuck ups." "what about Sam" meg asks,"i planned on stuffing her with food until she passed out from a food coma." "No i mean she's like us too shouldn't we take her with us? asks megan. "hmmm, nah she's all the way gone we need to find out whats happening, i think with her we'd just find out she's a fox and nothing more, beside sneaking a fox into the lab would be alot harder at least you can still walk, sort of." say's sandy with some reserve. "yeah sort of" agree's megan. She's glad now she didn't give in to her idea earlier. The girls prepare what they can, Meg looking like a homeless man with rickets and Sandy trying her best not to open her mouth which considering recent events was a challenge for her.