Eric stammered, struggling to speak. Noah, stumbling in his strong centaur body away.
Joel’s skin had begun to change into a deep sea blue.
“Oh God, it’s so hot I here...”
Joel begun to tug at this shirt and pants. He begun to sweat profusely, partially dripping with sweat in a manner of seconds. He moaned rumbling around the room in a haze.
He bolted outside, rapidly undressing from the shirt down. All that remained were his underwear. Eric was overwhelmingly thankful that their house was lcosted in an isolated part of town.
Joel next over, panting and panting.
“Joel, just come inside and we’ll give you some clothes.” Said Eric to his blue fried. Noah stood a while back, watching nervously.
Joel suddenly let out a cry, shooting up to his feet as his blue skin thickened further. His appear arms begun to thicker with muscles, his already lightly toned body shifted into a strong runners build. His body twisted an contorted as his shoulders brodsned, and his height increased until he was three melters tall. Unkowningly to his onlookers, Joel aged back into his mid to late teen paged years. His hair grew grey, wild like a wild child, strongly and unkept. Thick pubic hair, a night blue shade, coated and hid his genitalia, trailing upwards until it tapered off above the belly button. As this happed, Joel’s canines extended until the tips stuck up from his lips, the rest of his teeth remains the same size, however growing sharp and monstrous. His upper shoulder shivered as a mat of grey fur costed them.
With a hearty roar, Joel fumbled to the floor, now a three meter tall, teenage Jotun. A giant of Norse Myth.