Noticing 3: 01/08/18 update (Patreon)

Back in the flat with a few hours before Sandy finishes Megan kills time watching TV and playing with Sam, Sam seems unphased by her situation Megan notes, she doesn't seem to know who she was before other than she knows her name and she knows meg, other than that shes just a fox, the possibility of this being her fate petrifies meg. THere's nothing on TV so megan goes to playing fetch with Sam, the squeaking of the ball has the sam effect on her as before, something instinctual like a feeling of want or greed. Sam returns the ball once again, this time meg keeps it and squeaks it, transfixed megan keeps squeezing until Sam lunges for it where meg growls in a deep tone at her, the ball was hers ball now, Sam with ears flattened whines in response retreating solomley to a corner. Megan ball in hand moves to the opposite corner sitting with the ball squeaking it over and over. By the time sandy comes home she finds meg chewing on the ball with a wet patch on the floor where her drool had collected. 

Sandy yells at meg where meg almost as though she wakes from a day dream, drops the ball and sits up. The whole experience completely absorbed her, meg splutters she was just playing with sam and she had completely lost herself again, Sandy had warned her about engaging in animal like behaviour accelerates things. Meg looks over herself to see if she can find anything more, her hands seem a little off, a little less human, the fingers more stubby, less dexterous, the thicker skin on the palms and fingers creasing deeply as she flexes them trying them out. "That's not all" sandy say's, "there's no way we're going back out now". eyes glaring Megan bolts to the mirror, she stumbles a bit as she reaches the mirror but gazes in a mix of awe and terror at her reflection. her once plain but pretty face unrecognisable, before she just looked a bit odd and the changes were manageable now her lower face had bulged slightly, her chin looked smaller more pointed, her ears larger than her hands stick outright perched high. Her teeth had lost their square edges taking on a more pointed profile. She still looked human but like a different race of human with almost alien features. She no longer looked herself, no one would recognise her as megan. 

Im taking Sam away from you said sandy, we cant have this happening any more, i cant take you to college looking like this not during the day anyway. Tear streaked megan nodded and handed over the collar and leash she bought earlier. Her stiff fingers could barely hold everything in one hand as she did. "I'm gonna take Sam home with me i'll be right back, don't touch the ball!" glared sandy. Megan slumped face in hands on the sofa, she ran her coarse fingers through her shorter hair now a mere 2 inches at most. her hands wondered to her ears now flattened in expression on fear on her head. She found rubbing her ears relieved some of her stress as she continued she noticed her leg twitch in response. She rubbed more partly in curiosity, partly in the need to relax. Her feet twitched in response, she rembered stumbling earlier and went to inspect her feet.

Her feet had changed, no doubt about that but no where near like her hands had. Toes actually looked a bit less stubby than before. The middle toes more pronounced but otherwise normal, she rubbed her ears again to re-feel the twitching sensation, her foot kicked a bit and right in front of her eyes those same toes changed slightly further, not just the action of doing animal like things effected her change but also doing anything that actively involved changed parts changed her further. This complicates things, as more about her changed it seemed likely the more would change. The process wasn't entirely linear it seemed, her abilities of extrapolation and deduction weren't effected apparently, this realisation is bittersweet though as no doubt at some point soon the changes would accelerate no matter what she did. 

Megan puts her hat on, socks on and sits waiting for sandy, Before long sandy returns, a look of fear on her face. " i think its contageous" she blurts unprompted " what??" splutters megan. "look" demands Sandy. She points to her forehead at a set of thick white hair longer than an inch sticking striaght out, "They're whiskers, they're just like yours" sandy says calmer now. Megan feels her own whiskers on her upper lip longer now too since she last checked. " this means it could be viral or bacterial or something to that end, it might be as simple as taking anti biotics" Sandy says with promise, "only..." she trails off "i dont know if it would reverse anything that's already happened." Megan explains her discovery and demonstrates. "Well that makes no sense then." grumbles sandy, "how can bacteria be affected by that sort of thing." Sandy shaves off her new problem. "Here i brought some amoxicillin from home anyway, worth a shot at least i guess." i need to go hiding a fox in my room won't be easy my landlord has a strict no pets policy, im sorry to leave you again soon, do me a favour and don't experiment any more on yourself." Sandy lectures. " we need you as able as possible to tackle this, another fox will be no use to me" she jokes. Megan not wanting to risk anything else happening goes to bed.