Nat lifted the remote and heard an odd snap; looking down he saw that the small plastic device had broken in two from just the simple touch of his now beefy fingers. In frustration he went to press the small button at the side of the TV to turn it on. His thick digits could not connect with the small black button. The force of his repeated trials knocked the thin fragile TV over with a bang. Trying much more gently, he lifted up the thin screen and realized it had cracked from the fall. He felt around in desperation, unable to get the all-important device working in his current state.
By now the gray patches had encompassed much of his chest. He could feel the tingle of his epidermis as his thick armor like skin crawled across his being. A loud tearing sound hit his ears as his shirt could no longer withstand the pressure from his bulk. The thin fabric ripped right down the middle. Nat flexed his shoulders and the remnants of the garment came off entirely, falling like rags around him.
Nat felt something poking at the edge of his underwear as though a growth had begun working its way out of the skin of his lower back. He reached his now beefy fingers under the slip of his underwear, thankful he seemly hadn't lost too much of the human feeling in his changed digits. He felt something brush against the fabric of his underwear. He shuddered in discomfort as the long growth felt confined in his briefs. He gingerly lifted the growth, feeling how connected it was to his spine.
Is that a tail?! he thought.