Having had enough of Darrel's sloppyness and Darrel having ignored him yet again, Steve walked over to his bed. Pulling out the ancient text from the small chest beside his bed, he looked for an appropirate spell. He was skeptical that any of these spells would actually work, but was getting desperate. Turning though the dusty pages, he found a spell that seemed appropriate. After nearly an hour of reading though of reading through some very intruging, but not quite fitting spells, he was on the verge of giving up when he finally found one that looked promicing.
"Match the form to fit the habits" . He wasent sure eactly what this would do to Darrel, but he assumed it would teach him a lesson and maybe embarss him a bit at most. Looking at the words of the spell, he started to chant it.
Darrel sat at one of the rooms 2 computers playing a game when it started. At first he thought he was just imaging things. Reaching his hand over to his back, he scratched at the area that was itching. His hand touched what felt a lot of like fur. Ignoring it, he continued to play his game. Feeling a wave of dizzyness and nausea, he ran to the bathroom thinking he was going to be sick. Fortunatly for him, by the time he got there it had passed. Pouring a glass of water,he noticed something odd about his reflection. There appeard to be a small white stripe going down his forehead. He reached up and touched it. It felt soft.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked himself. Now feeling even more itching on back, he removed his shirt. Turning his back to the mirrior, he saw that his back now had a fine coating of fur on it. It was black, with a white stripe going down the middle. He reached a hand over to touch it. It was indeed real, he really was growing fur on his back. And the pattern of it looked much like that of a skunk. Franticlly, he grabbed his electric razor, and as best as he could, he tried to shave the fur off. The fur 'came' off, but as soon as he got rid of it, it quickly grew back!
"What the hell!" he said loudly. Suddenly feeling a warmth in his chest, he turned arround. The fur growth had spread. On his sides, he could see black fur growing, which turned white on his chest. Too terrified to watch, he put his shirt back on.
Steve finished chanting the spell. The text said that it will have begun by now, and that it would take a couple of hours to finish. There was some find print under the paragraph, but he chose to ignore it and closed the book. He walked out of the room and into the main room where Darrel was now sitting, watching TV.
"Everything alight? You look upset" he asked, sounding sinsere.
"I'm fine, I'm going to take a walk". Darrel responded, thinking that if he went for a walk, maybe it would help with whatever was happening to him. He still held out hope that it was all his imagination and that taking a walk would fix everything. As Darrel exitied the room, Steve guessed that the spell was working, and that was what was wrong.
As Darrel walked the trail, he could feel the fur growing under his shirt, and he was starting to feel it spreading to his legs and arms.
"This is crazy" he thought to himself. He looked at his arms, and to his further horror, he saw black fur spreading from his chest to them. The fur growth quickly spread down of his arms. He was glad that no one else was on this trail. He decided to stop for a rest to watch the fur grow on his arms. It was mostly black, becooming white at his wrists. It looked like he was wearing gloves. Making sure no one was looking, he took off his shirt and pants. His entire chest was covered in a pelt of thick and very soft fur. Touching it felt nice. His legs wern't doing much better. While the fur wasent yet as thick on them, it was coming in fast. It was black, except for on his inner thighs and below his ankles, where it was white. Putting his shirt and pants back on, he decided to go back. Maybe Steve could figure out what was going on, or maybe he was somehow responsible. As he ran back, he started feeling a pushing sensation in the seat of his pants.
