Ryan's skin was changing, becoming an olive green shade with darker flecks like freckles marring his face.
“Is it good?” Dylan asked, a hand resting on his own belly.
He hadn’t been hungry before. But seeing this feast, Dylan felt his gut rumble with desire.
Nicolai’s hand gripped his shoulder. The knight looked sternly at the apprentice, giving him a look that made all too clear Dylan’s odds of getting to the banquet table: zero.
“Yessss!” Ryan managed to pull himself away from the boar for just a moment to reply, grinning with his new sharp teeth and larger nose before resuming his feast.
His body shrank in his clothes, although for now they mostly remained tight, held that way by the rogue’s growing belly and booty. He broke contact with the food only once more, to tear away his old clothing once it became more of a hindrance to wear it than anything else. His nails grew sharp. Not as wickedly curved as Kit’s had been, but sharp enough he could shred his clothes, leaving himself garbed in nothing but an accidental loincloth leftover from his clothes.
Now bare, the other three adventurers looked on at his body as the lean muscles were hidden away beneath a layer of fat for the first time in years. His pale skin was replaced by the thicker olive skin that had covered Ryan’s head. His belly and rear were most strongly affected, becoming fantastically cuddly, despite Ryan’s shrinking size. He was growing even smaller than Kit!
Well, aside from those two parts.
Thick, curly hair grew in his pits and between the two small mounds on his chest that would soon grow large enough to be dubbed as ‘moobs.’ A trail off it led down, thickening around his belly button before heading further south past his loin cloth. A bit strange but, just like Kit, Ryan’s new form appeared to be matching a monster they’d previously faced, albeit far fatter!