You unwrap the bar and dig in, leaving a taste like hummus in your mouth. As the snack dissolves in your stomach, you feel the microsurgeons get to work. The fluff of fur nestled between your breasts loses its warmth and volume as it shrivels up and sheds off you, leaving behind bare skin. You have lost your fuzzy fur ball. Your sack vibrates between your thick thighs, signaling a major change... It seems like your pouch’s exterior now matches the rest of the skin on your body.
