Gloves

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He drove past his house, hoping to see a box sitting on his front porch. He had been expecting a package any day now and today, it had arrived. Once again, the UPS driver had just left the box, unattended, on his door mat. Thankfully, it was a clear day, but even if it wasn’t, the contents would not have been hurt by a little rain.

He pulled into his drive way, around the side of the house and excitedly dashed around to the front to retrieve his prize, leaving behind some things in his car, which he’d normally forget anyway. He snatched up the box and brought it inside, forgetting all about any mail in the box next to the front door of his house.

He rushed back to his bedroom, leaving the front door unlocked. A quick swipe with a key cut through the tape holding the flaps closed. Pulling back the flaps revealed a folded piece of paper that was ignored, probably just an invoice. He carefully folded the layers of tissue paper back, revealing his prize, a finely crafted pair of vinyl gloves. He gently lifted them out; they were perfect, cartoon-ish looking three fingered deer hands complete with black hoof tips. He marveled at them, feeling the smooth, brown vinyl surface. They were really more like gauntlets, made to cover the wearer’s arm almost up to the elbow. They even had valves for filling their double walls with air to further enhance their cartoonish looks.

He eased his left hand into the corresponding glove, feeling the cool vinyl against his skin. The gloves easily accommodated his hands, splitting his fingers into groups of two, to fill the two fingers. He chuckled to himself as he flexed his fingers. He pulled the valve on it open, blowing in a few times to inflate it. It was so perfect; it looked just like it was supposed to, squeaking and popping a bit as he flexed his fingers. It was difficult, but he eventually got the second glove on, blowing it up to match the first, leaving him with a set of puffy, vinyl deer hands.

He rubbed his vinyl hands together; pondering his next move, changing into something more appropriate seemed like a good idea. But that meant the gloves would have to come off, there was no way he would be able to get undressed with them on. He fumbled, trying to open the valves with his thick inflated fingers, but they wouldn’t budge, forcing him to try with his teeth, but they just wouldn’t budge, he gave up for fear of damaging them. Maybe he could just pull them off.

He grabbed at the fingers of his left hand with the right, but he noticed something strange, it looked like the glove was bigger. He held his arms together; the left was noticeably longer than the right. “What the hell?” he thought out loud. He watched, the vinyl looked like it was melting, flowing up over his arm. His eyes widened in surprise, there was no way this could be happening. He rubbed his forehead, perplexed. The glove was cool against his face, but it felt like the cold was spreading. He checked, finding the vinyl had already vanished up under his shirt sleeves.

“This can’t be happening,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. Something felt strange as he shook his head. Like there was something sticking out of his head. He reached up with a mitt, feeling for where he felt something. He jumped in sock as he felt it, sticking from his head, a hollow tube of some sort. Experimentally, he squeezed at it, he could feel it, and it was coming out of his head. In a panic, he ran to the bathroom.

His jaw hit the floor when he looked in the mirror. The entire right side of his face had changed into vinyl. The tube sticking from his head was really a sort of puffy antler, the hair was gone. His right eye was replaced with a big, painted cartoon eye. But he could still see though it. He watched in horror as the vinyl spread across his face, his ear pushing out from the side of his head, held up by an air filled pocket along the top, the rest was just a loose piece of vinyl, white on the inside, brown on the outside. His gaze was fixed on the mirror as he watched it spread over his nose, his face swelling out as it spread. The puffy skin turned back around the end of his nose, it pushed out, straining to try and go further. He felt it flow across his lips and into his mouth, his teeth pulling into his soft, vinyl pallet. As it crossed his face, there was a sudden snap, like someone squeezing on a balloon and letting it go as his face poofed out into a rounded over muzzle.

The vinyl was spreading further, unknowingly, over his body, under his shirt. The strange change to his head was too distracting for him to even check. It wasn’t until he could feel his expanding body strain against his clothing that he noticed. His body had filled out, straining against the buttons of his shirt, a very rounded looking shape underneath it. He could see white under where his shirt had pulled back, there was even a large valve poking out where his belly button should have been. He tried to unbutton them, but his thick fingers were no use as they started popping off, along with his pants. He froze, watching his body fill in, his arms sprung into place, elbows at his sides, arms out, as if to hug someone.

The seams of his pants ripped and tore as his hips filled in. Something made him bend over suddenly. It was something about the shape of his body; he could feel his vinyl skin push back as he stood up. It was like he was made to be in a pose, then he noticed the position of his arms. He found he could still move them, but instead of hanging at his sides, they always sprang back into the same pose. In back, he could feel something inflate behind him, pushing out through the tore seams. He could only speculate, but he was sure it was a tail. He wiggled out of what was left of his shirt; his pants fell down, revealing the last of his human flesh being quickly over taken by more brown vinyl.

He had completely forgotten about his shoes until he felt his feet puffing up, straining against the leather and laces. Desperately, he tried to kick them off, but he wasn’t strong enough. Soon enough, the sound of ripping leather filled the bathroom.

He stepped free from his ruined clothes, and then examining his body. He had seams running over his skin exactly where they would be expected, as if he was pieced together like the gloves that did this to him. He even still had the valves on his forearms from the gloves. Further examination led to him finding a warning, in several languages, about how he was not a flotation device, and a rather large tag hanging from his left ear. It read: "MintzBuck/Inflatable Deer Pool Toy/Hand Wash/Store Deflated When Not In Use." "Deflated? Is that for real?" He eyed the large valve on his belly, not wanting to think about it.