Drake suddenly felt himself -- well, expanding was the best way to put it. He was getting taller as muscles grew beneath his skin and his clothes morphed. His shoes grew upward, becoming knee-high boots. Underneath, his socks continued to crawl upward, turning into blue tights that showed off his newly powerful legs to maximum effect. His shirt and pants melted together, becoming a sleeveless unitard. He felt long hair tickling the back of his neck, and reached up just as a cold metal object settled on top of his head -- a winged helmet, he realized, feeling it.
In his other hand, a large hammer appeared, and he quickly clutched it so it wouldn't fall. He could feel its heft, but he was able to lift it with ease; he treated it as a barbell, flexing a couple of times, and watched in amazement as his newly acquired muscles bulged.
And then the screaming started.
The orange-clad turtle was screaming at the blue-clad turtle. The blue-clad turtle was screaming at the orange-clad turtle. Denise had pulled back her hood, revealing her beautiful but pale face, and was screaming at both the turtles. They both turned toward her, one of them knocking over a lamp, which fell to the floor with a crash.
Mom-as-Wonder-Woman ran into the room, looking down at her altered body and clothing, a stunned expression on her face. "What...in the world...just happened...to me..." Finally, she looked up to see a Goth girl, a Scandinavian bodybuilder wielding a hammer, and two human-sized turtles standing on their hind legs. She blinked a couple of times, and then she started screaming.
Drake dropped the hammer, putting a dent into the wood floor, and stuck his mighty fingers in his mighty ears as he closed his mighty eyes.