As Ethan left his room, he was careful not to shut the door on his tail this time. He made it to the top of the stairs when a new problem appeared. Because of his snout, he couldn’t use his peripheral vision to go down the stairs, so he had to lean his body forward to see, but that made him off balance, and he fell halfway down them as he landed on his tail again. he yelped in pain as he got up, grabbing his tail to make sure it was ok even though it still felt weird to even have one let alone hold it. After checking it, he got up and started to head to the kitchen, but as he walked, new smells assaulted his nose: three new smells, one fresh and two older. The fresh one must be his mom, but there were three different smells in one; he could only assume it was her body, her deodorant, and perfume, but he couldn’t tell which was which. The other two smelled too old and faded to distinguish whose they belonged to. As he walked by the couch, he brushed up against it to rub his scent on it. His instinct wanted to jump right onto it and roll around on it, but he managed to control it. As he walked away from the couch, he was satisfied with his control as his tail wagged, but he also felt like he had deprived himself of a small bit of joy. He finally managed to get to the kitchen to look for something to eat. He headed straight for his favorite cereal, but as he opened it to smell the fruity scent, he almost threw up.
It smelled like old, sweaty socks that had been left in a hot car for a week as he thought it had gone bad he opened a brand new box of his mom's cereal and it smelled just like his so he reached into the bag to get a paw full and tossed it in his mouth. He immediately spit it out because it tasted like salt and cardboard. He couldn’t get the flavor out of his mouth so went to the refrigerator and got some milk but the minute he opened it smelled so rancid like was in the sun for days so he closed it and tried some orange juice it smelled like orange but tasted like sugar water but at least he got the cereal taste out but he did not want to drink the orange juice every time because it was overly sweet so he tried some water from the sink and it tasted like metal but it was not a strong taste so he was able to drink something.
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Still hungry, he opened the cabinet to get some bread for toast, but his claw cut into the cabinet door, leaving scratches. With horror, he looked at the refrigerator door and saw scratch marks on it as well. His mom was going to kill him if she found out it was him. As he opened the bread, it smelled of yeast, so he took a bite. It had no flavor, but it was edible. But when he looked at the bread slice, there was a long muzzle bite mark in it, which would be a problem when he was eating with others. He went back to the refrigerator and carefully opened it so he didn’t leave more scratches. He grabbed the butter as he also looked around the fridge. He found some eggs and bacon. So he grabbed them too, taking a frying pan down and starting the stovetop without lighting his fur on fire. He cracked the eggs and opened the bacon with his claws. He put three pieces of bacon in the pan and went to put the rest back, but the bag was empty. He then felt something dangling from the side of his mouth he reached up and found a piece of raw bacon hanging there.
He tried to spit it out, but he just couldn’t do it, so he finished chowing. It tasted like the best food he had ever eaten in his life. After it was gone he felt sad as his tail lowered but he still couldn’t believe he had eaten all that fresh bacon he wanted more but there was none so he finished cooking his food and got his toast he couldn’t use the butter it smelled bad but he got the peanut butter out as he finished his eggs and bacon he got the half open jar of peanut butter.
It was as if time had stopped the minute the lid was off the small was. The most delicious scent out of everything he had tried, the toast was soon forgotten as he brought the jar to his mouth and stuck his tongue inside to get the delicious taste. He knew this was wrong, and he could try to stop himself, but if his saliva could transform others, he had to finish what he started, as his tail was wagging out of control with joy. As the jar was almost empty, his tongue couldn’t reach any more, and he let a small whine as he used his claws to cut the jar open. After he finished the jar off, he started to lick his pawed hands clean as they tasted of peanut butter and raw bacon was intoxicating, and he let his mind get lost in the flavor. He snapped out of it as he started working his way up his arm. With great effort, he stopped as he started picking up there was peanut butter all over the table, and before he could stop himself, he licked the table.
