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“-FUCK?!”
 
It happened in an instant. The changes consuming his left hand jumped over to his right. Yellow fur clawed its way up his arms as they warped into an entirely alien shape. His fingers fused together into hooves, banishing a key trait of humanity from his arms forever. Some remote part of his mind quietly pondered how he’d be able to stream like this.
 
Said stream suddenly didn’t seem that important anymore. The small coal-fired panic engine at the back of his mind quickly became a nuclear inferno. Danny jolted out of his chair and away from the screen, as if his hands had been bitten by the same fur that now marked them as “not hands.”
 
 
He didn’t really notice when his glasses slipped off his face. Or that his face was reshaping into something which couldn’t possibly hold glasses meant for a human.
 
 
He stared dumbly at the fur marching up his arms until the changes in his legs forced him to at least acknowledge that gravity still existed. He toppled over with an “Ooof.”
 
 
The moderators stopped trying to shut down the poll. Surely, this whole thing was a stunt. One which Danny had simply… not told them about before hand. Yeah. Instead, they stared slack-jawed at the livestream. Their job forgotten, chat quickly became a writhing sea chaotic pixels, the text flying by too quickly to seen as anything more than a gray blur.
 
 
And as the poll filled, the changes imparted by it accelerated.