A Muffin a Day Keeps the Human Away

I woke up to sharp pains in my hands and feet, and the sheets were drenched in sweat. I only had on my boxers and a white shirt, yet I’d been sweating all night. My throat was parched and I reached out for a glass of water on the nightstand, hoping to solve one of my easier problems first.

My hand clinked against the cup, and I took a good look at it while my eyes adjusted. There was a large darkened nail growing on my middle finger, about the size of a golf ball. It was growing over and under my index and ring fingers, which had a hard time moving out from between it. The mutated nail almost seemed to be swallowing the other fingers up.

I reached my left hand up to try and pull it off of my right hand. The left hand had the same issue, with a large nail growing out of the middle finger. I pushed them against each other and it felt like the large fingernail was still firmly attached to my skin.

After some fidgeting I was able to wiggle my fingers a bit, so at least they hadn’t fused together. However, this was unlike anything I’d heard of and I knew I needed to get some help. I could wonder why this was happening after a doctor removed the fingernail for me.

I tossed the wet sheets to the side of the bed and swung my legs over the side. As I stood up, I felt pressure in my feet in all the wrong places. I stumbled forward, steadying myself against the wall with a hand. There was a loud banging sound as my hand hit the wall. Luckily, I lived in the corner room of the dorm, so I had no neighbors to disturb as my wall faced outside.

Using the wall for balance, I lifted my right foot up to examine it. There was a similar growth on my middle toe, a large nail. Unlike my hand, my toes were all curled inward to the point I could barely tell where my foot ended and toes began. There was also a very sharp pain that reminded me of the time I thought I had heel spurs. The ligament on the bottom of my foot nearly felt on fire, and my mind must be playing tricks because my heel looked like it was a couple inches higher up on my leg.

My roommate would be able to help me, so I made my way towards the door of my room. The door handle clinked against my hand and I opened it. I stumbled into the common room and almost immediately saw my roommate getting ready for class. He dropped his backpack to the floor when he saw me.

“Dude, what happened?!” Matt rushed over to me and grabbed my arm to keep me from falling over.

“I don’t know, I feel like crap! My hands and feet are all fucked up!”

“Come on, you need to lay down.” He didn’t wait for my consent, and instead guided me back to my bed.

Once I sat down, I felt much better with the weight off my feet. I looked at him, and he was staring at my hands. “Yeah… I can barely walk, will you get the school nurse to stop by? Otherwise I might have to call 911.”

“Maybe… maybe it’ll fall off? Like, did you slam it in a door?” Matt prodded the growth on my middle finger.

“No, I just took a shower and went to bed. I was really itchy last night, I think I got a rash.”

He turned my palm upwards, and ran his hand along my arm. “Dude, that’s not a rash, you’ve got really hairy arms.”

I looked down at where he was rubbing my arm, and saw hundreds of gray hairs growing. “What the hell?”

“Listen, I’ll go get a nurse, you just stay here and rest, okay? Here, let me grab you a bite to eat.”

Matt walked out of the room, leaving me alone to think about the situation. Now that I looked closer, there were fine gray hairs covering my skin all over my body. When I leaned backwards, I felt the bump at the base of my spine get painfully pinched. I yelped and rolled to my side, then twisted my neck to look at it. I could feel that the bump was longer now, and covered in hair. It was blonde hair, unlike the gray over most of my body.

By the time my roommate came back I was thoroughly freaked out. “Matt, I’ve got a freaking tail, man.”

“Here, I brought you some food. Just relax and I’ll be right back, okay?”

I looked at the bowl he had in his hand, and it was packed full of muffins. “Uh, I’m not hungry. I need a doctor, not muffins.”

Matt stuck the bowl against my chest, forcing me to hold it. “Eat your muffins. I don’t want you getting worse because you refused to eat.”

My stomach rumbled and I set the muffins down on my bed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I was awfully hungry and I was stuck waiting while he got a nurse, so I started to eat one of the muffins.

Once I started to eat he turned and walked towards the exit of the room. “Just eat up, don’t worry, I’ll be back with help.”

I nodded, and felt something in one of my eyes. I rubbed it to try and bring it back into focus, and thought I saw Matt sliding something into his pocket. I shook my head, and realized I must be seeing things.

The front door closed and I knew he had gone to get help. For now I had nothing else to do but finish breakfast, and the muffins were just as delicious now despite the fact that my body was falling apart.

Once I’d emptied the bowl I tossed it aside, and decided to go take a look in the mirror to see how bad it was. I could at least take a shower while I was up.

It wasn’t any easier to walk towards the bathroom than earlier. My entire foot felt wrong, despite still looking normal save for the large nail. My calves were also really sore, like the time I went jogging up and down the bleachers in the football stadium.

When I got to the bathroom, the first thing I noticed was my eyes. They now had golden irises, and seemed more round somehow. My eyes used to be brown, like my hair. Now my hair was blonde and came down to my neck.

My face also had the fine hairs all over it, shading my whole face a gray color. I felt my ears which seemed a bit larger as well, then turned to my side. Sure enough, my tailbone had turned into a small tail with some blonde hair an inch long on it.

There were also two nubs on my back. I tried to reach back and touch them, but they were in that sweet spot on my back I couldn’t quite reach.

I realized this wasn’t some simple illness, it was something much worse messing with my genes. It was the only explanation, but I was at a loss for what it could be. I hadn’t eaten anything strange or taken any medications or drugs. In fact, I hadn’t been to one of those ‘raves’ in nearly four months.

The only thing I’d eaten were some muffins, and I spent most of the day in class. The problems only started a day ago, so maybe it was something in the apartment.

I looked around as I walked back to my room, noticing my roommate had put a few My Little Pony toys on the bookshelf in the living room. Just to be safe, I decided to call the school nurse myself and make sure they were on the way.

When I got back to my room I looked for my cell phone to make the call. It wasn’t on the dresser near the door where I had left it, and neither were my keys. My wallet was still there, however.

I got onto my hands and knees to look under the dresser but the phone wasn’t there. Next I went over to my desk to see if I had it on the charger. There was no phone there either.

Cursing my own stupidity at losing the phone, I figured I could head to the other side of the third floor and see if my friend was home. However, just walking to the door had me exhausted. My body felt wrong, and staying balanced on these deformed feet were exhausting me.

When I tried to open the door, I noticed it was locked. Without my keys, which I had lost along with my phone, I wouldn’t be opening the deadbolt. “Fuck!” I slammed my hand against the door, and yelped in pain. It was solid wood.

Sighing in defeat, I headed into the common room and fell onto the couch. I laid there for several minutes, slowly flexing my legs to keep them from cramping up. This day couldn’t get any worse if I tried to make it worse.

Hopefully Matt would be back soon, so I rolled onto my back. My tail curled up so that I didn’t crush it, and I took the chance to adjust my boxers. I noticed there were some more muffins on the coffee table, but for once I was too full to eat anything. Instead, I turned on the television to find something to watch.

My roommate must have left his dvd in the player, because the first thing to show up was My Little Pony. I sighed, too lazy to walk over and grab the other remote to switch from dvd to tv mode. After adjusting the volume on the remote I did have, I resigned myself to watch the show.

It wasn’t long before I started to see the charm of the cartoon. Twilight was following Pinkie around in this episode trying to figure out the source of her “Pinkie sense.” It was rather funny, and I enjoyed it once I got past the initial reaction.

After a piano fell on Twilight’s head, I saw something that didn’t seem possible. There was a gray pegasus hovering next to a flying moving truck. She had the same gold eyes, blonde hair, and gray skin as me.

I paused the television and took a closer look at her. After sitting up, I examined my body again to see if everything lined up. I had the same eye color, hair, and fur on my skin. Furthermore, I had bumps where the wings and tail would be.

Somehow, I seemed to be turning into the pony from this cartoon. I looked at the clock only to realize I’d been watching cartoons for hours. Matt had never come back with a nurse. He’d also locked the door, and I realized he must have some role in doing this to me.

I went back to the front door, trying futilely to open it. It was still locked shut. Next I went to his room and tried to open the door, but found it locked as well. Our room didn’t come with a phone, which left my cell phone or keys as the only way out.

Back in my room I started to tear things apart looking for my phone and keys, but couldn’t find them anywhere. I thought about shouting for help or banging on the walls, but knew there weren’t many students in this dorm yet.

My window was still open from earlier, so I walked over and leaned out of it. There was a large tree below my window on the third floor, and the foliage blocked my view in most directions. I could make out a small section of sidewalk in the distance, and tried shouting out for help.

No one heard, and after a couple minutes I gave up. I couldn’t go jumping out the window or anything.

At that moment, I heard the front door open and close. Matt must be home, and I could go to him for answers. I walked towards the door to see what the hell was going on.

Matt walked into my room and slapped me in the face. I fell back onto the floor, shocked at the speed with which he’d walked in and struck me. “You bitch! Yelling out the window? You’re lucky I was out there and not someone else.”

“Matt? What the hell did you do?” I backed up against my bed, knowing I couldn’t put up much of a fight in this condition.

“Do? I didn’t do anything.” Matt grinned at me, looking at me like he was stalking prey.

“Come on, don’t play stupid with me. You did this!” I shouted.

He walked over to the window calmly and closed it, then came over and kneeled next to me. Matt slapped me again. “Stop yelling. I was hoping to do this the easy way, and work you into it gradually. I thought maybe you might learn to enjoy it, but if you want to do this the hard way…”

I gulped, all doubt removed that he was behind this. “Damn right we’re doing this the hard way you freak!” I headbutted him in the face, and started to crawl towards the door.

Matt screamed, and I felt him grab my tailbone and yank hard. I yelped in pain, and fell to the floor. Only a few seconds later, his knee landed in my back, knocking the wind out of me. I felt cold metal against my ankles as he cuffed them together. “Bitch, I’ll make you pay for that.”

“Help!” I yelled.

He shoved my face into the carpet, making it harder for me to call for help. He forced my wrists together and cuffed them behind my back. Then he dragged me over to my bed, easily tossing me up onto it. Either he was freakishly strong, or I must weigh a bit less.

“You keep on making noise and I’ll find the biggest gag I can to shove in that mouth.”

“Matt, why are you doing this?”

He sighed, and sat down next to me. “Do you think I want to be mean? No, I just want you to be a good pony and eat your muffins.”

“I’m not a pony! You can’t do this to me.” I struggled against the cuffs to get free, but wasn’t getting anywhere.

Matt shook his head and left the room, returning a minute later with a large mixing bowl filled with muffins. He came to the bed and set it down next to me. “Now, you’re going to eat all these muffins or else.”

“Screw you!”

He rolled me onto my stomach, then lifted my head up by my hair. Before I could shout at him again, he slammed my face into the bowl of muffins. I struggled to get back up, but he held me firmly in place. I could breathe, but just barely through all the smashed muffins. “You ready to eat?”

I shook my head no, and tried to kick out at him with my legs. After struggling for a few minutes I started to get tired, and began to relax.

Matt pulled me out of the bowl and rolled me onto my back. He then sat on my chest and pinched my nose shut. “Open up.” He picked up one of the muffins that was mostly intact.

I refused to eat more of them, but had to breathe. After a good twenty seconds I opened my mouth to gasp for air, and he shoved the muffin down into my mouth. He then unplugged my nose, and used both hands to force my mouth shut.

Matt watched as I tried to spit the muffin out, but could not. I was stuck beneath him as the muffin slowly dissolved in my mouth. Despite my best efforts there was nothing I could do as he repeated this procedure.

Muffin after muffin was forced into my mouth. Each time I’d hold my breathe a little longer, a little more desperate to stop him. Every time he’d shove more and more muffins into my mouth to punish me.

Finally I began to cry, and gave up on holding my breath. I let him shove the muffins in, and ate them without any more struggling. Matt was a monster, and I was in no position to fight him.

He went a bit easier on me now that I was cooperating, and allowed me to eat at my own pace. Between sobs, I swallowed what was left over in my mouth. “Are we done? I’m full…” I looked away from him, ashamed of what I’d become.

“No, I say when you’re done.” He grabbed my chin and forced me to face him, and the muffin he held in his hand. “Open up.”

“Please, I’ll vomit—”

“If you throw up my gift I’ll force twice as many down.” Matt glared at me, and I slowly opened my quivering jaw. “Good girl.”

“Girl?” I muttered with a mouth full of my muffin. Would Matt really change me into a girl on top of all this other twisted stuff?

Matt stuffed another one in my mouth. I could feel my stomach stretching, and it hurt to breathe. I wasn’t sure if it was from him sitting on me, or my stomach being overfilled.

Finally he lifted up the bowl and dumped the crumbs onto my face. “There. All gone.” He got off my chest but kept one hand firmly holding my right arm. “Now, I wish I could trust you to behave, but I think we’re past that now. I can’t have the transformation happen with your arms behind your back. If you struggle, I will hit you again.”

I watched in fear, my body trembling as more tears slowly rolled down my face. He uncuffed my wrist, and brought my arms in front of my body. He then cuffed them back together. Next, Matt left the room and returned quickly with a pair of scissors. He cut my shirt and boxers off, ignoring my attempts to squirm away from him.

“There, just one last thing.” He walked out and came back in with a vanity mirror on wheels. He set it up in the corner so I could see myself. Matt then added a cuff, which attached my feet to the foot of the bed so I couldn’t get out of bed without his help. “Now, I’ll be back in the evening to feed you supper. If I hear a peep out of you, I’m gagging you.”

“Fuck you, cunt.” I spat at him, managing to hit his face.

The back of his hand cracked against my jaw as he hit me. “Stupid whore, I warned you.”

As I rolled my head back to face him, I felt a large plastic ball jammed against my mouth. In my shock, it entered easily, getting stuck behind my teeth. He then buckled the gag in place behind my head with what felt like at least two straps. He tightened them until the leather bit into my skin a bit, and I heard a lock click.

He shook his head and stood up. “Now, if you piss or shit in that clean bed I’ll make you eat it. I don’t expect another noise out of you, and when I come back tonight you better be ready to apologize.”

Matt grabbed his belongings and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I laid there staring in the mirror at my tear-stained face. My body was naked now, and I could see the grey hair from head to toe. As I looked at myself, I noticed a few more differences. My penis seemed a bit smaller, though that could just be the cold air. My hips and chest seemed a bit bigger, or rounder, too.

As I watched myself in the mirror I took another look at my hands. The fingernail had grown over my middle three fingers, and I could no longer pull them apart. I poked at the skin between them, but it appeared to be fusing together as I watched. I could still move my thumb, but my pinky seemed to be glued to the side of my ring finger.

The fingernail, or hoof as I figured I better start calling it, was flattening out now. Both my hands were now looking more like an animals and less like a humans. My wrist couldn’t bend in as many directions anymore either.

Curious, I looked down at my feet. My heels seemed to be even further up my calves, which felt ever worse than before. My toes weren’t visible, as they were covered by the growing hoof. I could still feel my big toe wiggle a little, but it was curled so tightly against the ball of my foot that I couldn’t wiggle it more than a fraction of an inch.

My ankle and knee also seemed different, a bit smaller perhaps. The same could be said of my elbows, however my shoulders seemed to be getting larger and rolling outward.

I tried to pull at the gag because my jaw was starting to ache. Luckily I had enough room to sit up, and found that it was in fact locked on. I wouldn’t be getting out of the gag without help. On my back, I noticed the two stubs were growing a few inches longer as I watched. Apparently they would become my new wings, and part of me was curious what they would look like as they grew.

The cuffs were scraping against my skin so I laid down and tried to get comfortable. My mind was racing and I was beyond pissed off, yet for now I had to bide my time. I needed to think of a way out of this before no one would recognize me anymore. I had to get him into a false sense of security, and find a way to stop eating the muffins.

I considered trying to throw them up, but didn’t know the first thing about inducing vomiting. This left me in a rather unfortunate situation where I had nothing to do but watch in the mirror as minute changes happened across my body. An inch here, an inch there, thicker hair, a finger continuing to vanish.

Whatever Matt had done it was obvious it would take days, if not weeks, to finish. Hopefully I would have time to escape before it became permanent. For now, I had no choice but to slow my breathing and try to take a nap. I knew that in a few hours, Matt would be back to feed me dinner, and I needed the strength to resist.