Lian took another look at her feet and found that the toes on her heels weren’t actually there. Was that her imagination or did had she went through more subtle changes? She didn’t want to think of the implications either way. She looked at her arms and legs, as they were of similar girth. She could guess that these muscles were meant for a four-legged creature, a prospect she wasn’t thrilled with.
She glanced at the monitor and leaned in, reading what was on the screen. She did not want to test how durable her computer would be. Much to her disappointment, the article contradicted what the headline said, as it only talked about the rumors surrounding this vendor, nothing concrete or factual.
Lian's nostrils flared in a mix of disappointment and irritation. She wondered why she bothered. She left the room, her stomach still growling. With every step she took no matter how careful, everything around her shook. She even had to cramp in due to her size and the size of her closed wingspan. She figured she must have weighed, what? A thousand pounds? It didn’t help that her tail kept on knocking things off the shelf, much to her dismay, as various decorations and pictures landed on the ground. Some of them were vases and jars, which smashed into a million pieces.
“Fucking tail…” she muttered.
Making it to the kitchen, she carefully opened her fridge and looked inside. With her scales, she hardly felt anything. There were about a few weeks left of various foods and drinks for her before her transformation. Lian remembered how large the Hulk was in the Marvel movies, at that size, she remembered the Hulk having large bowls and plates for himself just to not starve himself.
Her eyes had caught several slabs of raw steak, all stacked upon each other, each of them wrapped in plastic. She snatched all of them, closed the door, and used her claws to tear off the plastic. Her now forked tongue traveled along with her sharpened teeth and lips as she, without thinking, feasted on her meal.
The juice from the steams flew out and splattered all over as she slobbered on, bits of plastic wrappings and trays torn apart and fell on the ground. Lian felt a rush of ecstasy with each piece of meat. As she finished the last piece, her senses came back to her. Her hunger was sated like she had a snack or a small meal, but her eyes widened in horror at what she had done.
She looked around at the mess she made. The table and the chairs were smashed to pieces, pans and dishes had fallen to the ground, and the sink had burst pen with water spilling everywhere… The changes weren’t just physical for her. The kebab was also changing her mentally, giving her animistic instincts.
“I don’t want to be a monster. I want to be human again,” she whimpered to no one. She dropped on her tail, the floor cracking beneath her weight. As she brought her legs up to her stout, she glanced at the window. It was still daytime outside, sometime in the afternoon. The festival was still going on, and that street vendor could still be there.