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Sitting under a shower of body warming water, the feelings then being as relaxing and at the same time having an inkling the warm water was keeping body temperature at a heightened level. Physical changes tend to happen I would learn when the body is enveloped inside a warming cocoon, whether warmed by water or wrapped in an encasing blanket.
Thinking then, doing some considering of the manner as how the pills and salve were causing me to change, I realized that soft tissues were conforming faster, and feared the sense of discomfort to come when skeletal changes would begin.
I began to get dizzy, as then dozed off while seated there in the corner of the showering stall. I woke from my sleepy state when the hot water became depleted and the shower turned to an icy cold rain. I leaped upright, becoming awake and shut off the shower water, as grabbed for the towel I usually would hang over the shower door for ease of access.
Yet there was not a towel there, as in my syndrome of concern about my changing body, I had failed to take a towel out of the linen closet and hang it where it could do me well for drying myself back to feeling warm.
Shivering, I stepped out from the shower stall and onto the bathroom tile floor. I was so cold then, as the thought of getting a towel was not what I wanted, but opening the linen closet, I grabbed at two wool blankets to wrap around my body. I exited the bathroom and marched along the hallway to my bedroom where I flopped the first thick wool blanket across my bed. I took then the second blanket and laid it 3/4 the distance across my bed, preparing it for use as I planned to lie down and then rolling over and over, encase myself in insulating woolen cloth to keep me as warm and getting warmer.
As I had when much younger did embalm myself with being wrapped up in a tightly wound blanket and liked the sensations, by using two blankets offset, the windings wound around me became twice as thick.
Lipping the edge of the first blanket as held between my legs, and the upper edge tucked under my right arm, I rolled left, wrapping the blankets around me, binding them tightly from feet to halfway covering my head. Encasement is the term used by weirdo characters like me, those who have someone help them encase, cover, as mummify them into a tightly bound cloth or plastic cocoon.
I laid there relishing the sensation of being in my cocoon. It was comforting to me for a good while, or until due to the increased body warming, I felt strange feeling of what I wished to witness. At that point in my playtime fun I tried to unwrap out of the cocoon of woolen cloth.
I rolled right, as flipped and flopped about on my bed, the wound cloth blanket not letting loose as I expected it should.
I panicked, became momentarily frantic with the want to get out of my self mummified state. MY wrestling about built up a static charge what worked to stick then the bedspread to begin winding around me in my cocoon. As it did not take me long before I rolled off my bed, falling blindly to the bedroom floor with a mighty thud.
Just then was when I heard a sound that caused me to think a horrified idea. As my mother tried to make her housework as simplified, she stitched to the foot-end of my bed's bedspread strips of velcro to help her guide as pull the bedspread to where she felt it belonged to best cover my bed.
While I was rolling about on the bed and wound up with the bedspread, it became then snagged by the velcro strips, binding me inside my cloth cocoon. As with my legs wound tight together, my arms as well bound snugly along the sides of my body, and with my head wound tightly by the bedspread, I had become as thoroughly embalmed as might be a dead Egyptian.
The more I struggled the hotter as warmer and sweaty became my body, as thermal warmth did great aid to what the pills did to poison my body, causing it to change, as conform to how Professor Beeker, the scientist planned for his customer-volunteers to end up looking and living.
Hours passed as with continued struggling to get free from my self-inflicted cocoon, the exertion worked well to increase the rate of changing the pills were made to cause. Leg cramps returned, paining me from thigh to heels. My face, and head felt compressed harshly by the wound up bedspread. I rolled around on the bedroom rug, causing friction and a static electric charge what occasional discharged as small bolts of lightning, shocking me!
Someone was watching over me when the velcro strips found the bedroom carpet as a better gripper than was the blanket material. When finally I wound off my cocoon and could see the bedside alarm clock, I was astounded top realize I was bound up in that blanketed hell for some seven hours.
As I sat there I did give a leg-kick to throw off the last winding of woolen blanket. What I saw was as much a revelation as it was a sense of horror. The exertion and cocoon heat had sparked major changes to my legs.
Roving hands feeling at my stiffer muscular buttocks and broad flank thighs, they roamed along what became as my legs, me with then the buttocks, and hind legs very similar to what Mike had being a pony.
My heels were set as if hind hocks, my feet having lengthen during the heated struggle, were much longer, as were my toes changed of color to a dark brown hue.
A weird thought sent my left hand to feel more at my rump and buttocks, it finding there what my anus became, as puckered outward, the very essence of a equine donut. The roaming hand felt there of a grown appendage, as my tailbone had extended, growing some six to nine inches long and was sprouting a thick puff of coarse feeling hairs.
"I am changing too," I said aloud, the sheer thought of me becoming a pony stallion as akin to Mike held me in a sense of aw.
A great deal of struggling got me to standing rather precariously up on unsure feet, as my toes felt oddly numb.
The thought to go ingest some more pills brought me to a realization, as I shook the pills out of the brown glass bottle, some were the usual round aspirin like white color and others were a light orange color, were as well larger, as if the potency of the pills differed.
Why then, but I shook out six of the light orange colored pills and tossed them into my mouth as began to chew, another realization struck home. My mouth, my lips were thicker, my teeth were loose in their sockets, some by chewing fell out and I spit them into the bathroom sink.
A gazed look at my face and the reflection saw first how my ears looked pointed, slightly furry, and my head had what I knew as soon to become a mane sprouting, growing, making me look at if born an equine.
Just then the telephone rang, and rang as I did not want to answer it. The caller was father calling to remind his son to go to get up, get going and go to church, as it was Sunday morning.
Written by Vaulthurst
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