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You stare at the Countess's sceptre and the blue bauble it contains when suddenly out of nowhere comes a jolt of blue-white agony, current upon current of electric, almost knifelike energy throbbing through your body as you scream and beg the Countess to stop. When the pain recedes to a bearable (or at least annoying) ache across your whole body, you begin to feel strange sensations erupt across and through you. You shudder and almost collapse on your trasparent cell wall when you begin to feel an almost unbearable ache ripple through your spine, as though it were slowly growing, getting longer, getting thicker... this carries on to the point where you think that your spine is literally going to pop right out of your back when all of a sudden something seems to just erupt out of the top of your back side; you feel around your waist to where the feeling came from and find to your terror that there appears to be some kind of pointy stump of flesh growing there.
You gasp in horror, as not only is the stump growing rapidly in length, thickness and sturdiness, but also it seems that your whole body is beginning to change in shape and form; the front part of your torso, to accomodate its ever-growing back now begins to increase considerably in length like some stretchy rubber doll, your abdominal muscles and chest seeming to just extend and become large masses of collected elasticated tendon. In place of the front torso muscles you've just lost, your back muscles increase dramatically in size and strength as they grow and extend around your body almost to the point where they take the place of your abdominals.
All of a sudden, as if to add to your already horrified state, you realize that your neck isn't just increasing in length like your back, but also increasing in diameter! You find also that your shoulders are growing rounder... but most worrying is that you realize your arms and legs have grown shorter.
Your hands begin to itch insufferably and you scratch them diligently; but as you look at them, you gasp in horror; you realize that your hands are each losing a finger, your pinky seeming to just sink down into your hand, the fingers that you still have seeming to increase in thickness. Suddenly you feel something touching your legs and as you look around to see what it is you find that the stump that started from the base of your spine has grown to become a tail! You look to the Countess virtually in tears with fear and anxiety and beg her to stop "Please, no more! Please!" But the Countess just laughs at you and continues the tranformation.
You seize and hug yourself as your whole body aches, ravaged by the magical energy of the Countess; you begin to find it difficult to stand up as it feels like your legs are beginning to push apart. You shudder again and slam your eyes shut as you cannot stand it any further, collapsing to the floor as your growing claws dig microscopic furrows in the impenetrable walls of your cell.
On the floor, you curl up into a ball, keeping your eyes firmly shut to try and block out the horrible experience of metamorphosis; thinking about anything that comes to mind: "Why is this happening to me? Am I being punished? For what? Why is the Countess doing this to me? I haven't done anything to her. Is she punishing me for being a loafer or something?". Suddenly your thoughts are interrupted by an almost numbing tingle that seems to spread all over your body, accompanied by an unbearably annoying itch that spreads across the whole of your scalp, seeming to concentrate slightly above your eyes and eyelids; also, an insufferable ache comes over the whole of your jaw. You begin to scratch your head and rub your eyes desperately, but suddenly open your eyes in shock to find that you have pulled out every single hair on your head! But the fact that you're losing your hair isn't even half as shocking as when you discover that all of the skin on your body is being covered from head to toe in scales.
As the last of your skin becomes covered in thick shiny scales (which thankfully have refrained from growing across your face) you notice that your now-scaled skin is, though primarly black in colour, also riddled with patches of pinkish-yellow which along your slightly-rounded tail have come to form four or five stripes. You also notice that your now four-fingered hands have on each finger a large, thick, pointy black claw that is so wide and hooked it practically covers the whole tip of each finger. As a whole your body has become longer and your limbs shorter, but by no means smaller; instead your arms and legs have grown very stocky and, like the whole of your back, very hard with muscle. The front part of your body is rather bulky in form; in fact your overall shape is bulky really. Instead of being lean and athletic, you are stocky and powerful. Your hands seem to have gained a large degree of strength, though at the cost of much of your manual dexterity. You notice that your toes, like your fingers, each have a large,thick,pointy,black hooked claw sticking out the end of each of them. You realize also that your voice has changed; it has become gravelly and reptilian.
You immediately start to feel your face and head for any changes as your tranformation finally comes to an end, discovering that the scales which cover your body stop just short of the crown of your head, slanting just behind your ears and under your jaw. Your face, though not covered in scales, has lost skin tone and is now a very dark shade similar to the scales all over your body. You also realize that not only have your jaw muscles become stronger, but also your teeth have become row upon row of sharp spikes that are fairly curved on the bottom row. However, though you head has managed to stay roughly the same shape, your nose and eyes haven't; your nose, once arched and narrow, is now wide and flat; your eyes have become beady and squinty, as you can see in the vague reflections of your cell walls. You struggle to get up and manage to do so, but find you can no longer stand up straight; your back remains hunched and your stocky thick legs bent. You look at your reflection in the trasparent walls of your cell and let out a shriek of horror. You want to weep and whimper in despair but it seems that though blinking is still possible, shedding tears is not; you collapse on the floor moaning and whimpering muttering "No... Oh God please no, no, no... Please... Please, no" in despair. You look up at the Countess whose sadistic laughter carries through the walls of the cell and give her a hateful glare. "You're NOT going to get away with this, you evil, twisted, depraved..." But the Countess isn't even listening; you slump back to the floor moaning and whimpering, and even in your deepest darkest thoughts at that moment you still cannot say what it is the Countess has transformed you into; that would be somehow accepting the ghastly nightmare which has enveloped you. You just cannot say to yourself that you are now... and forever... a Gila Monster man...
Written by Red Robert (edited by wanderer)
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