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Game 2 Outline |
You clomp back to the kitchen and look around. Oh, yeah. You already ate everything that looks appetizing. The freezer has some steaks in it. BLEH! Now that you are a horse, that dead cow looks more like part of a distant relative. Some of the canned vegetables look good, but the thick, three-fingred hands you now have are too clumsy to work the can opener.
Hmmm. A quick check of the phone book turns up a grocer who delivers, and you manage to dial the number by using a pencil clutched between your monster fingers. By now, your stomach has gone from grumbling to outright shouts, and you are ready to try grazing on the green living room carpet! It's diffcult to get the order out, for your lips and jaw don't seem to work right. However, you soon have fourteen crates of lettuce, ten crates of carrots, and twenty crates of apples on the way.
While you wait for the groceries to arrive, you go back to the bathroom, hitting your head on the doorframe as you enter. That's weird. You didn't do that the first time. Of course, you were only 7 feet tall then - now you look to be close to 8 feet tall! And your muzzle has grown out enough that you seem to have a normal horse's head. The belly you were worried about has vanished, and you actually look sorta skinny now. Are those your ribs showing through the thick hide?
Hmm. You might have been popular with the ladies if you'd stayed in the smaller horse morph form, but now you are definitely only suited for mares. This is not good. Neither is the blurring and distortion that is starting to affect your vision.
By the time the food arrives, you are almost weak from hunger. Hitting the garage door remote, you wait in the kitchen while the crates are stacked, and slip the money out the door to a very curious delivery man. As soon as the garage door shuts, you atack the food like a wild animal. Which, in a way, you are.
You wake lying on your side on the cold concrete floor, quite content, if ready to snack again. Most of the crates are empty, which means that maybe 800 pounds of food are inside you now. Wait a minute. That's nearly a half-ton! No way even a horse could eat that much. You struggle to get up, and realize that you are a lot bigger than you were when you started eating. Eating like a horse. Oops. You twist around to look at yourself.
Written by Posti (edited by wanderer)