Derrick decidedly figured that it was better to live with this primate-like face than to commune eating the apple. So, Derrick began to move on. However, something nudged at him, an instinct new growing. It wasn’t Dork, and it want exactly all him. He stoped, and turned back to the tree blooming with the fruit of the earth.
“Eat more, and become better,” the new instincts seemed to say. What what’s the harm in having a little more, he figured. As he approached the tree, reached up and plucked another fruit it’s branches, thoughts raced through him. Is this wise? Should I do this? What will my parents say? How can I do to my classes like this? Let alone a multi armed giant!? Before Derrick could change his choice, he already found himself slowing the earthy substance.
A tingling ran down his through, down his figures, legs, joints and every single crevices and extremity on his body. His body began to lengthen with the entire fruit consumed, the tingling etching strongly across his form. His body began to slim down, remaining solidly build and carved with muscle. He let out a confused cry as his face cracked and warped. His forehead shaped itself back, his jaw returning to a less primal shape, yet with a sharp click, it became strong, with a sharp jaw line. Derrick’s face did resemble his original face, but it was changed non the less. A sturdy nose, dark misty eyes, with new perfect teeth snapping into place.
Derrick steadied himself, catching his new reflexion in the stream. He looked, good. Real good. He flexed his arm.
“Wow, I guess I can work with this.”
It was then he noticed a nub growing under his armpit. It vibrated then suddenly bursted. A sturdy arm emerged from it. It starred out thin, growing to match his other arms in length. As it reached its correct length, dense muscle began to be packed onto it. Derrick had little time to treat this arm, as again, three more arms bust from his torso. As he collapsed to the floor, new tissue and muscle rapidly developing on his powerful new limbs, his skin darkened into a brilliant red.
At last, it was over. Standing at eight feet tall, with chiseled good looks, deep eyes, Derrick was a powerful, red giant. Each of his six limbs held such power, more power than any human, or any creature really. A name came to mind, Derrick wasn’t really suited for him. Like Dork, this new life deserved a better name than Derrick. With such power, Darius would be his name. Yes, Darius though as he rose to his feet, proudly showing his mighty red form, Darius the Gegenees.
“My, this form certainly does suit you for than the primitive,” said a voice.
Darius turned to face the owner of the voice, flashing a very nice smile, one that would surely come in handy.