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Toon It Up: Boxing Trunk Monthly (Preview)
🕑 Added 2023-06-06 11:21:13 +0000 UTCRegardless of the surprise of it, James would just shrug it off. Well, let’s see where this goes, I guess. Not much going on in my life to not jump into this now.
The young man took the wig over into his living room, setting it down on the couch. He proceeded to push and move the furniture out of the way, making a wide open space for him.
Going into this new transformation experience, he didn’t really have much of an idea of what would happen. The wig presented no obvious signs of what he would be. Sure, the coffee and creamer hadn’t either, but everything else after that did. It was best to give himself enough room for whatever was coming.
Getting all the prep work done, James stepped into the center of the room with the wig. Okay, let’s do this! He placed it upon his head, tucking as much of his hair as he could into it.
He stood there, hands clenching. He bit his bottom lip as his heart pumped a little harder than usual. The man waited, waited for the big change to start washing over him.
But nothing seemed to happen right then.
After waiting what felt like a minute, James frowned. Huh… He scratched his face. Is there… a trigger for this beyond just wearing it? It felt like it should’ve been more obvious if there was though. Hmm, maybe I should go check the box again and see if… if…
James trembled, the inside of his nose prickling up. “Ah… ahhhhhh… ACHOOOOOO!!”
Eyes going crossed and body lurching forward, the man let out a loud sneeze. His nose wobbled and lurched forward too, but shooting out like a rocket. It happened all in the blink of an eye, his nostrils flaring and shifting shape before firing off. His nose stretched and stretched, growing wide and thick.
FWLOOMP! His nose stretched several feet long before falling back, slamming against his torso. The pinkish pale tone instantly turned a grayish blue, looking wrinkly and tough. The man had a long, dense elephant trunk now.
His eyes spun, his head throbbing. “Whoooooaa…” James shook his head, his trunk swaying about. He looked down, picking it up and feeling it. “There it is! There’s that change.”
He ran his hands down along the trunk, noting how oddly soft and rubbery it felt. Despite its size too, it didn’t feel like a huge weight or anything. It felt almost unnoticeable.
Lifting it up at the tip, he noticed something peculiar about beyond just being a blue elephant trunk on a man’s face. The end of it was red. Not a red that blended with the trunk but a bright, flaming, gleaming red like off a freshly painted fire engine. It was such an odd sight.
Yet, it was a sight that made him think. Wait a minute. Red nose… He reached up and felt his wig. Rainbow wig… All of this feels like-
“ACHOOOOOOOO!” Another sneeze rocketed through the man from deep within all the way through his new trunk. His face rumbled as it bulged. His cheeks went wider and rounder, gaining the bluish tint as his trunk. Beside his new nose, two long, curved tusks stretched two feet out. His face also grew into an elephant muzzle, but it was obscured by his snout.
