Page 2 of 7, a transformation sequence drawn by  Demyxia and inked by  FoulFrost

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Maybe they could make it out alright if they'd hurry - the exit was just a few hundred yards straight across from them. There were so many people! Aedrion tried to lead the way, the two of them forging a path between the flood of bodies wandering between shops. Amongst the chatter and music, the sounds of their shredding clothing was mostly ignored. Unfortunately, they couldn't contain themselves, and the time for willing the changes to stop or recede had long since passed.

Aedrion couldn't rush through any further, and grabbed his head with a groan. Horns crunched up through his splitting skull, rising past his hair while the flesh of his ears pulled, stretched and grew outward, a swelling bulge tugging the fabric of his pants outward from the rear. A loud rip tore at his socks, the battle with his toes lost as his shoes split wide open, throbbing, fat digits splayed out against the tile floor. His talons clacked as they flexed in freedom, painted in deep blue scales. As he tried to control himself, the sounds of his changes distracted him from concentrating, and only made things worse - his shirt began to pull around his arms, muscles swelling in both legs and arms. No, there was no going back.

Kyrik realized the moment they had tried to make a break for the door outside that it was far too late. His body surged with primal strength and raw, draconic power, and much like his companion, was lacking in enough concentration to even consider attempting to cease the changes. His hands had already swollen into heavy paws, thick webbed flesh stretching between each digit. Finned spines jutted from his elbows and arms, peeling the sleeves of his shirt violently. His sandal straps had snapped off around the bulging mass of his toes, a sound joined by the harmony of ripped, shredding fabric that tore across his shorts and shirt. It was becoming uncomfortable; his face began to pop and push itself forward, his ears on fire as they pulled out and stretched cartilage. Like Aedrion, Kyrik's weak muscles had started to grow and swell at an alarming rate. Clumsily using his large paw, he slid his talons into the fabric of his shirt was ease, pulling back in a groan to rip the garment away from his chest.