Page 5 of 7, a transformation sequence drawn by  Demyxia and inked by  FoulFrost

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Nope, nope, I can't.. can't do it! Too late, too far.. to deep.. I h-have t-to..

"Ahrr.. rrr-rruhrrr... rrr-rrRRROAAARRR!"

Kyrik's wings swung wide, opening up with a powerful rush of air that rocked the glass of nearby stores. His muscles pulled and stretched with their expanse as his weight and size doubled in seconds. His tail tore through the remains of his shorts, flinging the tattered garment into oblivion. His tail slapped down with a thud, growing against the tiled flow below him. He felt the tug of his spines, his fins stretching and pulling themselves through his scaled flesh, the teeth is his expanding muzzle sharp and long. Scales bound tightly around his body, plating thick down his underside.

The muscles in his body swelled one final time in a sweeping pulse, giving his back immense strength and filling both his arms and legs with the power to carry his immense form. Even his wings filled with new muscle, crunching outward and bulging with intense, almost impossible vitality. His large, thick toes spread across the floor, flexing them in a grip with his talons leaving gashes as they crunched one final time. His shoulders filled out broadly, haunches grown thick, as the last snaps, pops, and cracks of his body wrested the humanity from him.