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A bushy tail; a love of nuts. These are the things that would soon drive Olly up the wall. That and the soon to be newfound ability to actually climb up walls. All these things and more would come to effect this soon to be changed fellow.

Olly had the day off work, and had decided to take a perfectly normal walk through his perfectly normal neighborhood. The sun shown high in the sky, highlighting the lovely reddish gray bushel of fur sprouting from Olly's backside. The walk was no longer perfectly normal.

The almost entirely still human Olly stopped suddenly and began to investigate the sudden expulsion of normality. He strained at first to see the disturbance, and then once more to try and yank on it. That rather hurt, and seemed to do little more than to make the tail longer. At least that is what Olly thought at first, in reality the tail had remained the same size. It was Olly that had gotten smaller.

Socks clung to his narrow increasingly clawed feet as he jumped. He was not quite sure as to why he jumped, but the visceral natural reaction had begun the process of undress that would continue until proper indecency. To both his front and his back rolled the human's once fitted shoes. He watched them and thought he should scream for help. Then he caught himself wondering in what way someone might be able to help. Who if anyone could help him with this?

Unacquainted with his grabby new hind legs Olly planted himself back onto his newly furred haunches. With tail jolting upright he let out his first proper chirp. All the while his clothes and fur alike began to engulf him. Standing proved impossible as his legs grew far too short for the pants that consumed them. Frantically clutching at his phone he struggled to call somebody. Anybody.

It would not work. As his ears rounded out and his newly pronounced nose took up his view a logo appeared upon the screen. DC bold and electric. Tilting his head he let out a curious chirp as his whiskers began to sprout. A voice responded in kind. Cold and indifferent.

Find your what words you have left poor Olly. The world is watching.

"What the squeak are you talking about?" shouted Olly as his pants let go of his fully furred bottom half. Freed from its prison of fabric his bushy tail twitched in fear and agitation alike. His socks and shirt still clung to him while he struggled to keep hold of the growing tablet.

Tail raised he looked down, curious as he was embarrassed by the sudden nudity. He watched his balls tighten up. His ears lowered. Everything really was changing. He let go of his phone briefly to tug at his cock. It was not clear as to whether it was shrinking or just being swallowed up by a sheath. Its shape felt unnatural and pliable. The phone pulled his attention away from base urges.

Pay it no mind. You will have you fun shortly. Instead smile for the camera with that changing face of yours.

"Whatever you're doing stop it. Squeak it there's barely any of me left!"

That wouldn't be fun at all for our viewers would it Olly? This cannot and will not be prevented, just try to get a good angle of the changes if you could. And to those of you tuning in I hope you've enjoyed this Daily Change.

With the final rebuke the screen went dark. Now Olly was face to face with his barely noticeable face. Part of him wanted to toss the phone away, but another side of him failed to truly process what was happening. With one hand he held the phone in place, and the other touched and prodded at his face while his pupils enlarged to absurd proportions. At last he pulled it away, and set off in a run to try and toss the infernal machine into traffic.

Scarcely two feet tall the all but almost squirrel hobbled along the sidewalk in quite the panic. The cacophony of barks and chirps and squeaks and actual coherently stated swear word brought attention at last. More eyes watched him, and more phones did as well. With a last bit of strength he hurled the phone with all his might just as his shirt began to enshroud him entirely. It landed against a stop sign, continuing to film all that happened. What words there were fading from his limited vocabulary, and the few fellow walkers who had begun to watch the show near the end approached to find him writhing beneath his shirt.

Two socks jutted out from beneath, falling limply to the pavement floor as the former human disrobed. From the view of the camera a red grey blur was spotted. Another squirrel. The unaltered humans stepped back as the writhing continued and the noises grew louder. At last one of Olly's neighbor's pulled off the shirt to reveal two squirrels, one no doubt local, going at it like mad.

The woman who lifted up the shirt dropped it immediately.

"I...I thought they were fighting or something."

"Which one did he end up as?" came another voice.

That is to be decided by the viewer. Said the phone.