Monday began with a worse start than Saturday. I had drooled on my pillow. Again.

I nervously got up and went to the bathroom, looking at my tongue. It hadn't gotten longer. But... it did seem round at the bottom. And flatter. Had it been like that before? Tongues are supposed to be a bit more pointed right?

I pulled my tongue back into my mouth. I felt a distinct discomfort. Like it felt cramped inside.

I breathed in deep - which caused my senses to be filled with all the smells in the bathroom. I decided to push this, test it.

I willingly panted. I intentionally licked my nose. And on my most basic feelings, I didn't feel a desire to stop. The room felt hot from Ashley cranking up the heater. And panting like this...

No. No. It did not feel good. It couldn't.

And yet I kept panting. After a while, I stopped, and was able to keep it in while eating breakfast and taking a shower. But after getting dressed and looking in the bathroom mirror again, I found myself panting once more.

And something else. Was my nose more upturned? I leaned in closely, frustratingly pulling in my tongue. I had a naturally more upturned nose, but...

Was what I was seeing actually there? Had something actually changed? Or was I going crazy? Was I seeing something that wasn't there?

Mom waved goodbye to me as I passed Ashley lethargically eating cereal, and went out to my car and started the heater. I should've said something to Mom or Dad over the weekend. It would be embarrassing, but...

I turned back around, and went back inside.

"Forget something?" Mom asked.

I shook my head. "No, um, just thought I'd start heating up my car. I've got time before school."

"Yeah it is pretty cold out today," Mom said.

"Hey Mom," I said, "can I... uh, ask you something really quick?"

"Okay...," Mom said with a bit of a confused chuckle. She followed me into the living room away from Ashley.

"I...," I sighed. "I know this sounds really weird... but... does my tongue look longer to you?"

I stood very still as she examined my stuck-out tongue.

"Huh," she said. "That is a little weird... is it hurting at all? Like do you think it swelled up for some reason?"

"No... it doesn't hurt."

"And you think it got... longer somehow?"

"I... yeah. I know that makes no sense."

"Are you sure that you just didn't notice it was long before?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I... I don't know. I feel like I know how long my tongue should be."

"Well... if it starts hurting or something," Mom said, "let me know. Otherwise... I'm sorry, but it just doesn't seem like a very big deal."

I felt the stirring inside me to be honest. To tell Mom that it was worse than that. But I couldn't. I didn't want to be "dog boy."


*****

"Hey dude," Douglas said to me, "you okay?"

I looked around as everyone went to the gym's drinking fountain. Our PE class had just finished a game of basketball.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"I dunno," he shrugged, "you just seem like you're intensely concentrating about something."

I was. I wanted to pant. I wanted to pant. Like a dog.

"I'm..."

I took a breath - but it was opening enough. My tongue lolled out. I sucked it back in quickly, but the damage was already done.

"Wait, what?" Douglas said in shock, "like... your tongue... what!?"

"Dude, not so loud," I said quickly, still trying to hold it in. I looked around. Everyone else had been off at the drinking fountain while we were next to our water bottles sitting on the bleachers.

"Okay, something is seriously wrong dude," Douglas said, "what is going on?"

I winced, my eyelids squeezing tightly closed. "I have no idea. Just... please, please don't tell anyone."

Seeing that no one was around but me and Douglas, I gave in. The relief was immense. I'd been exerting myself really hard, and it felt like I was trying to stop myself from breathing - which I kinda had been at the same time too. My friend stared blankly at me. The dog boy. I only made myself look worse, by licking my nose.

"Okay Matt," he said, "that's it, we're going to -"

"No," I said, briefly pulling in my tongue to speak, "I am not going anywhere, I'm going to just... let this happen for a moment, and then I'm going to focus on playing again, and it'll go out of my mind."

Douglas shook his head, "dude, you're... you're doing that! You're delusional, you need serious help."

"I'm not in pain," I said, "I'll... I'll get help from my parents when I get home. I'm not embarrassing myself now. Even just going in the middle of class will require an explanation."

"Look," Douglas said, "I am not letting this go down, you -"

The doors to the locker room opened, and everyone starting coming back into the court.

"Please," I said, "don't say anything about this."

"Okay," Douglas grudgingly agreed, "but after class, you need to call your mom or something."

He went off away to talk to someone else. And I turned around and panted a bit more.

What was happening to me?

I got my stupid tongue back in my mouth as someone on my team called us over to start our next game. This was starting to really, really scare me. I wasn't in pain or anything, but something extremely not normal was happening, and it was the definition of disturbing. Maybe Douglas was right, and I needed to call my Mom right after this class ended.

But as I got into the game, and just focused on what I was good at - playing defense like a rabid beast - I was able to get my mind off of it. Sports weren't something I was very passionate about, to the chagrin of my sister, who did love sports, and was mad at me for "stealing" the talent first.

I jumped around like mad, sprinting from one end of the court to the other. This seemed to shock the person on the other team, that for some reason the same person kept bothering them the instant they got the ball. I may not have loved sports - but I did enjoy being a creature of torment.

Finally, I was starting to have a good time again, and just focused on playing. I got up close to someone to block them from passing the ball. I shifted back and forth on my feet. Wait. Something was off. My shorts felt uncomfortable all of the sudden, they weren't quite sitting right on me.

I lagged a bit as the ball traveled across the court. While the others were away from me, I reached down the back of my shorts, and felt for the bunched up fabric that was making everything feel weird. No... it wasn't bunched up fabric. There was some weird lump right at the tip of my tailbone.

"Hey Matt!" one of my teammate's shouted. He passed the ball to me, and by some miracle, I caught it.

I thought back to the last game, where I'd gotten hold of the ball. I had stood still, filled with indecision, and had messed everything up. This time however, I messed it up in a different way. I immediately tried to go for a basket, but it was a pitiful attempt, and was easily caught by someone from the other team.

I gave chase, running from the other side of the court. That urge came again. The urge to pant. I allowed myself a few seconds of it as I ran, and licked my nose. I caught up to the rest of the pack, and pinned myself on the one with the ball. I jumped high, and would've kept jumping and blocking him.

The weird discomfort from the lump on my tailbone... it felt... no. Stop. Focus on the game. I kept running to the person with the ball. And again, as I shifted back and forth on my feet, my body moving from side to side... the thing back there... it was growing...

I felt my spine cracking as it happened. I winced at the pain. And as I moved back and forth... it almost felt... like... like the thing was moving too. Like it was moving independently.

I ran off the court, and into the locker rooms. I didn't stop to think. All that was on my mind was that something down there was still growing. I shut myself in a bathroom stall. And dropped my pants.

"GAAHH!"

There was no time for me to fear that someone else was in the bathroom.

Growing from my bottom, was a furry tail. Like a dog's.

Even as I stood there, twisted around in shock, it moved, curling downward, between my legs. Like I was an ashamed dog.

Totally freaking out now, and hyperventilating, I was completely unable to stop myself from panting. As I stared at the tail, I watched it grow slowly, as I felt another bone crack.

"No no no," I said, finally remembering to lower my voice. I can't... I can't be....

I stopped the thought. Potential humiliation aside there was only one thing that I could think about doing now.

I pulled out my phone, and quickly dialed my mom.



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