Joel trembled, staring at his hand.
His once human skin shifted into a ocean blue. As this occurred, the skin became stronger, becoming rough in looks, but smooth to the touch.
“What’s happening!?,” Joel exclaimed.
His frame extended, tearing his shirt, straining his pains and forced a long groan from Joel.
His body begun to tone and explained slightly, just as his body grew past the two meter mark.
Noah took a stunned step back.
Joel tore of the remains of his shirt, a toned chest alive with blue muscle reviled underneath. Finally the rest of Joel’s garments tore away, his genitalia hidden by a large growth of fur. This fur trailed off until trust above his bellybutton.
“My body, what’s happening....” Joel mumble weakly.
His hair grew wild an unkept, his body incredibly until he stood three melters tall.
Joel uncomfortabley exsaimed his body, his head awkwardly hitting the ceiling.
His feet were clawed and monstrous. His large hands also had ice white claws. His teeth, including his canines which were longer than any other of his teeth, were dangerously sharp.
Noah knew what he was, he’d seen this creature in a Norse book. Joel had become an ice Jotun. A frosts giant. Albeit a ‘small’ three meter giant.