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I woke up to an odd sensation. My right cheek pressed against a damp pillow.
I pulled away in surprise, and felt drool drip out of my mouth. Gross. That hadn't happened in a while. It happened on occasion - like many many months apart... but.
No. This has nothing to do with... that, I told myself.
I became aware of a very pleasant smell. Syrup. And that meant pancakes.
I pushed myself up out of bed and walked downstairs.
"Well you're up early," my mom said as I walked into the kitchen.
"I was awakened by the smell of pancakes."
Mom laughed, stirring a small pot. "Really? I've started working on the syrup, but you'll have to wait a bit for the pancakes. I'm surprised you smelled that so easily."
I sniffed at the air. "It smells really strong though."
She looked at me thoughtfully. "I didn't think my sense of smell was that good, but you are leaps and bounds ahead of me."
I shrugged, and went into the living room as I waited for pancakes. I sniffed the air again. I was smelling things more strongly. I could smell the fabric in the couches. I could smell the disinfectant from a wipe on the windowsill, and the faint trace of the half eaten popsicle that Ashley had left melting there a day before.
It was... weird. As I kept sniffing at the air, I felt all these different smells permeating my reality. It was like when I'd worn glasses as a kid, and how it felt to see again right after I cleaned the lenses.
I licked my nose.
It was a moment before I got possession of myself again, after being in a moment of shock.
I had not just done that. I was not... I couldn't be...
I could smell better. And my tongue was longer too. They had to be connected.
Anxiety settling in, I pulled out my phone and began looking stuff up about a weird increase in tongue length, and a sudden improvement in sense of smell.
Nothing that really helped.
I breathed long and deep, trying not to freak out. As I breathed however, I felt my tongue start to creep past my teeth and out of my mouth.
Nope! No, definitely not. I was not going to let this happen. I was letting this get out of hand. There was that disturbing feeling in the back of my mind, that something about letting my tongue out of my mouth felt natural.
How had I somehow formed this habit? Had the stress from last night gotten to my brain, and focusing on panting like a dog had become some coping mechanism from the social anxiety?
Panting like a dog. Smelling like a dog. Maybe pirate-Ted was right, and "that thing be cursed." That was nonsense though. There was no such thing as a curse, and the odds of someone cursing a lame game like Uno Dare were far less cool than Jumanji. It wasn't like Ted had felt pressured by some unseen force to keep acting like a pirate anyway.
Darn Ted. Even he did get stuck with a pirate accent for his whole life girls would probably think it was cool anyway.
My mom announced that some pancakes were ready, and as I reached for one, Ashley rushed to grab them first. I was faster. Being a good winner, I let her have one of them. She complained however anyway. She liked eating her pancakes in a stack for some reason.
I focused on eating my pancake, and not on my weird thoughts. I listened to Ashley talk about some boring thing going on with her soccer team, and then got another pancake. When I finished my second one, I began lapping up the syrup from the plate.
Ashley laughed. "You're going at that plate like a dog."
I shook my head. "No I'm not."
"You totally were," she said, "you were licking the heck out of that thing."
I shrunk back. This weird stuff, whatever it was that was happening to me, was already annoying, but the fact that I kept doing it involuntarily... that was really unsettling.
The rest of Saturday, and the weekend thankfully didn't have any more embarrassing moments like that. But these weird things that were happening... they didn't simply go away.
I kept having moments where I realized that I had been hanging my mouth open. Worse when I realized I'd licked my nose. The smelling wasn't nearly as bad. In fact it almost felt good. But my sureness that it was connected with the gross tongue stuff didn't make that any better either.
Panic set in around me Sunday night as I thought of school the next day. What if this continued?
...what if it got worse?
Matt if having a hard time isn't he?
First Part: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43399487/
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I pulled away in surprise, and felt drool drip out of my mouth. Gross. That hadn't happened in a while. It happened on occasion - like many many months apart... but.
No. This has nothing to do with... that, I told myself.
I became aware of a very pleasant smell. Syrup. And that meant pancakes.
I pushed myself up out of bed and walked downstairs.
"Well you're up early," my mom said as I walked into the kitchen.
"I was awakened by the smell of pancakes."
Mom laughed, stirring a small pot. "Really? I've started working on the syrup, but you'll have to wait a bit for the pancakes. I'm surprised you smelled that so easily."
I sniffed at the air. "It smells really strong though."
She looked at me thoughtfully. "I didn't think my sense of smell was that good, but you are leaps and bounds ahead of me."
I shrugged, and went into the living room as I waited for pancakes. I sniffed the air again. I was smelling things more strongly. I could smell the fabric in the couches. I could smell the disinfectant from a wipe on the windowsill, and the faint trace of the half eaten popsicle that Ashley had left melting there a day before.
It was... weird. As I kept sniffing at the air, I felt all these different smells permeating my reality. It was like when I'd worn glasses as a kid, and how it felt to see again right after I cleaned the lenses.
I licked my nose.
It was a moment before I got possession of myself again, after being in a moment of shock.
I had not just done that. I was not... I couldn't be...
I could smell better. And my tongue was longer too. They had to be connected.
Anxiety settling in, I pulled out my phone and began looking stuff up about a weird increase in tongue length, and a sudden improvement in sense of smell.
Nothing that really helped.
I breathed long and deep, trying not to freak out. As I breathed however, I felt my tongue start to creep past my teeth and out of my mouth.
Nope! No, definitely not. I was not going to let this happen. I was letting this get out of hand. There was that disturbing feeling in the back of my mind, that something about letting my tongue out of my mouth felt natural.
How had I somehow formed this habit? Had the stress from last night gotten to my brain, and focusing on panting like a dog had become some coping mechanism from the social anxiety?
Panting like a dog. Smelling like a dog. Maybe pirate-Ted was right, and "that thing be cursed." That was nonsense though. There was no such thing as a curse, and the odds of someone cursing a lame game like Uno Dare were far less cool than Jumanji. It wasn't like Ted had felt pressured by some unseen force to keep acting like a pirate anyway.
Darn Ted. Even he did get stuck with a pirate accent for his whole life girls would probably think it was cool anyway.
My mom announced that some pancakes were ready, and as I reached for one, Ashley rushed to grab them first. I was faster. Being a good winner, I let her have one of them. She complained however anyway. She liked eating her pancakes in a stack for some reason.
I focused on eating my pancake, and not on my weird thoughts. I listened to Ashley talk about some boring thing going on with her soccer team, and then got another pancake. When I finished my second one, I began lapping up the syrup from the plate.
Ashley laughed. "You're going at that plate like a dog."
I shook my head. "No I'm not."
"You totally were," she said, "you were licking the heck out of that thing."
I shrunk back. This weird stuff, whatever it was that was happening to me, was already annoying, but the fact that I kept doing it involuntarily... that was really unsettling.
The rest of Saturday, and the weekend thankfully didn't have any more embarrassing moments like that. But these weird things that were happening... they didn't simply go away.
I kept having moments where I realized that I had been hanging my mouth open. Worse when I realized I'd licked my nose. The smelling wasn't nearly as bad. In fact it almost felt good. But my sureness that it was connected with the gross tongue stuff didn't make that any better either.
Panic set in around me Sunday night as I thought of school the next day. What if this continued?
...what if it got worse?
Matt if having a hard time isn't he?
First Part: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43399487/
Next: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43461875/
Category Story / Transformation
Species Dog (Other)
Size 120 x 80px
File Size 32.7 kB
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Yeah I know -
I'm taking inspiration from my own experience - I actually do have a naturally longer tongue. I can't remember what it's called... Gerlin... something. But 5-10% of the population are like me and can touch the tip of our nose.
As a kid I would pretend to pant like a doggie a lot, and today I find myself in the habit on occasion of kind of picking my nose with my tongue (yeah I know it's gross xD) If I position my nose just right I can lick my nostrils like I'm a dog.
And yes, I've gone as a dog for halloween :)
Yeah I know -
I'm taking inspiration from my own experience - I actually do have a naturally longer tongue. I can't remember what it's called... Gerlin... something. But 5-10% of the population are like me and can touch the tip of our nose.
As a kid I would pretend to pant like a doggie a lot, and today I find myself in the habit on occasion of kind of picking my nose with my tongue (yeah I know it's gross xD) If I position my nose just right I can lick my nostrils like I'm a dog.
And yes, I've gone as a dog for halloween :)
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