Ricknir was having problems of her own.The basement was very cramped
and she was having a hard time disentangling her wings from all the
lab equipment.
She vaguely remembered a past existence as a human mammal named Rick.
She had been using the torn out pages from a childrens fairy tale book to clean up the mess when the pink smoke had swirled of a crumpled up page and leapt into her throat and started tickling and changing her insides.Huge thick muscles had rippled across her thickening chest and she had grown.
She barely had time to explore herself when she heard the roar upstairs.