You try to ignore the tightening of your clothes as you walk away and for brief moment you succeed. However, your feet stumble as your stomach churns again and before you can stop it...
BRAAAAAAAAAAAAPP!!!
Chest expanding like you're taking in a deep breath but it doesn't go back down, the clothes tighten further but that's a moot point as your feet absolutely *hurt* now. Absently you rubb them against the ground, but it doesn't help. Something doesn't feel right either as you look at your swollen ankles because it's too far down... You aren't supposed to be this tall. Hey wait, you feel someth--
PPPHRRRRRRRTTT!!!
The gas comes out again as you try to reach back reactively to your rear,your hands start to stretch and pop. You can feel shoelaces and shirt buttons popping more pressure building in a swelling belly. But your hands start going numb as they stretch! Bringing them up to your face, you watch as fingers mold into each other, and as they do, your pespective change, as if your neck was streching... Hey wait, it IS!!
But you don't get a chance to feel it, because...
BRRRRUUUURRRRPPP!!!
You start to pitch forward in an awkward gate as things start ripping. You loose all feeling in your feet when the shoes go, rounded lumps bursting the seams out. Clothes go taunt but not giving, you moan as the pressure starts to push your body out. Your poor neck keeps stretching as an unseen force pulls like rubber at your face. features melt and merge and undue pressure builds at your forhead. Why won't it-- Oh god not again--
PPHHRRRRRRRTTTTTTT.
The pants go as a burst of pressure forces the seat out, a ropey tail drops as your thighs expand. The shirt's hanging together by threads and as it scrapes over your stretching body something begins to itch crazy. You try to scratch but your joints turn to rubber and start pulling outward. You sway about and your ever lengthening neck pitches down, just as you start to see that your arms and legs are pulling outward, like stilts. You try to groan, but you can feel the churning again and it resonates up your throat and like a trumpet--
BRRAAAAAAAAPPPPP.
There goes the shirt. You can't stay balanced and your forehooves-- still bubbling into hardend lumps, strike the ground. You could try to walk but your body is unsteady... why do you keep getting taller, longer?? Why won't it stopp! Horses aren't this big, they could be-- You finally realize what COULD though, but the churning gasses aren't finished.
PHHHRRRRRRTTT!!
All that's left as the remnats of your hands fuse together is your head, which pulls and pushes forward as your vision goes out of focus, widening into peripheral view. The itching doesn't stop as a giraffe pattern keeps growing over your body. You get a sense of vertigo as your neck arches upward to the sky, the world spinning as you feel something gurlge up your throat.
...burp.
And that's it. Now it's complete.. you're a griaffe... a mighty tall one too, as your legs start getting strength to them and you aren't swerving around... Things feel and sense funny with the animal senses and hieght, you can smell AND see for ages around you...
Which makes you stop and wonder, what ARE you going to do now?