"HEY! PUNK! What was the big idea?!"
Colin stopped dead in his tracks. He knew he didn't miss. And there was no way that outdated piece of filth could have possibly survived. (He just wished this disaster had started sooner so the police couldn't stop him from knocking off more scum like him). He turned around... It was that worthless old man oh right... Except...
He was getting hairier... and... bigger... and bigger... The old man was already tearing out of his clothes, revealing instead of some shriveled frame, the figure of a body builder... and he kept growing... The hair, no, fur continued to cover him, same gray are the hair on his head. His manhood pulled into a protective sheath. The shot he'd made in his head was closing up, not even leaving a scar.
And he continued to grow, his shadow began to be cast over Colin. Colin knew nothing that big should have been able to exist on land, but the bimbos kinda 'broke the rules' already. The old man's finger and toe nails became claws. His feel digigrated. A furry tail grew from the base of his spine. Pads appeared on his hands, making them more like paws with opposable thumbs. He hunched over as he continued to grow. His eyes turned red with yellow centers. His ears moved to the top of his head and became pointed. His teeth all became fangs. His face pushed into a muzzle. In seconds, Colin was facing a wolf man the size of a building.
"I said, what was the big idea punk?!" The giant wolf man barked.