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Then the time came, the big 50-cal sniper rifle. The plan was that Randy, the rifles owner, would shoot the rifle and Timothy would stay safely to his side. Steven once again voiced his concerns, with Jill agreeing. But Randy was confident with his decision and Timothy was eager. So, it was agreed that they would go forward with the days plan.

Randy laid down first, on his stomach, with the rifle to set it up. He was laying on a shooters mat. When he was ready, he motions for Timothy to lay down on a shooter’s mat next to him. Timothy did as he was told and laid facing the paper targets that they been shooting all day. He laid to where he could hold his head up via the earmuffs. Thinks to this, it also helped to muffle the sounds of the firearms even more. When everyone else was ready and watching Timothy with great intent, Randy took a preloaded magazine from his side and loaded it in the large rifle. After one last check with everyone, Randy charges the simi-auto rifle’s handle and loaded a round with a large metal clank. He took one last look at the child that was next to him to make sure he was in a safe area before looking through the rifles scope and finally pulling the trigger.

With a loud explosion and kicking up the surrounding dust and dirt, the rifle fired its round down range which impacted the paper target, shredding it with little effort. Randy turns his head to check on Timothy when he and the others immediately noticed something was wrong. The four adults stood in shock at what they were seeing.

Timothy was laying there, his hands shaking, holding on to his earmuffs. Tears started coming down his eyes. He moved his shaking hands to push himself up to his knees, turning to look at his father. “Da-Daddy?” he softly cried.

This brought Steven back from the shock of what he saw. For what he saw in front of him was that coming from a rip in the young Timothy’s pants was a long black tail. The tail started to move around the boy as if to hold him in his state of terror. Timothy slowly got to his feet and started walking to his father, dropping his earmuffs in the process. Holding his hands in front of him, they all could see that his fingernails started to grow and his fingers thickening. Again, Timothy softly cried for his father.

Steven quickly ran to his son, picking him up in his arms. Jill told Steven to quickly take Timothy home, pointing to the Decker’s truck. Without any more hesitation, Steven ran his son to the passenger side of their truck setting him in. His son was crying as Steven could see fur starting to grow on his son’s arms. In a blur, Steven ran to his driver’s seat and started the truck after fumbling for his keys in his pocket. He quickly drove off, turning the truck to return to their home. Timothy was lightly shaking as they drove. As Steven looked on at his son, Timothy started kicking at his shoes. Steven Soon knew why when both shoes hit the truck’s floor. For inside Timothy’s socks, his feet were growing and changing. His toenails grew into claws, ripping out of the socks. His feet push out, stretching the socks apart. Fur grew in covering the foot and leg as pads formed on the bottom of his feet.

The fur spread up Timothy’s legs as the fur on his arms started moving down. The boy’s muscles started tensing up, pushing up against his clothes. Steven could see his son’s ears grow to points as his teeth grew sharp. His hands had already grew soft pads and fingers looked thicker. Rapidly, the boy’s clothes became tight. The seams on his pants and shirt started to rip open as fur and growing muscle became too big for them to hold in. When Steven could see the house and his garage in site, the strain on Timothy’s clothes became too much. With a loud rip, his pants and shirt tore from his body, showing the grown fur and muscles underneath. As the truck pulled into the garage, Steven stopped and watch as the last of the changes to his son was happening. The boy’s face, which at this time had fur growing on it and his nose turn darker, started pushing out into a muzzle. His pointy ears slowly move to the top of his head as his nose and mouth pulled forward. Once it was finished, Timothy breathes in before letting out a deep breath.

Steven swiftly exited the truck running over to open the passenger door to check on his son. His son sat there, his tail beside him quietly. Tears continued to roll down Timothy’s face. He turns his head to his father with a scared look in his eyes. “Da-Daddy?” he once again asked in his shaky voice. Without hesitation, Steven picked up his son and hugged him in his arms. “It will be alright” he said to Timothy in the most calmed voice he could muster.

Steven walked inside the house while still holding his son tightly in his arms. He walked him all the way into the master bedroom on the other side of the house. Steven then sat down on the bed holding his son. “Hey, big man” he said to his son as steadily as he could. “I’m going to stand you up so I can get a good look at you.” His son nodded back slowly in response.

Steven then released his hold on his son allowing him to stand in front of him. He used his arms to help steady his son as Timothy was not used to standing on the two oversize paws that were now his feet. Asking his son to step back slightly, Steven got a good look at his son’s new body.

Timothy looked to be about 6 inches taller, from a mix of both his feet stretching out and his body growing in size. His head and face were that of a young puppy, though strangely he could still see features that told him that this was his son. His son’s eyes were still the deep green that they have always been. The softness of his brow was also evident. Moving down his son’s body, he could see that fur covered everything. Even his son’s boyhood, which he could sworn was bigger, was mostly obscured by the black fur. His hands look to be a mix of hand and paw, they could still grip and function normally but with greater strength. His now thick legs were held up by long padded feet to which he only stood on the balls of the foot. Timothy’s tail hung from his tailbone down to just above the floor.