Determined not to give up, you reach one long "arm" tentacle up to the rock face, your smaller "finger"
tentacles gripping the surface. With surprising ease, you pull yourself out of the pond and begin climbing
again, quickly passing the point you had reached before.
From your perspective, the cliff you're climbing seems to be shrinking, but you know that you body is still
growing bigger. You realize that your "leg" tentacles have grown so long that, even as you scale the cliff,
they
stay soaking in the pond below. You quickly curl the massive appendages up, removing them from the water; no
need to mutate yourself more than you already have. Carefully, use several of your "legs" to grip the rocks
and help aid your climb. The drainage pipe at the top of the cliff is looking closer and closer.
Unable to see your self change, you don't notice how all of your hair has fallen out. You deep purple skin is
free of all body hair, slick and blotchy like an octopus. Your eyes have grown large, bulbous, and gone pitch
black, yet you vision has not been noticeably changed. The top of your head has expanded and rounded, making
it look like you had an enormous brain; the now soft flesh of your head hanged backwards. Underneath your
torso,behind your many tree-trunk-thick tentacles, a round, hard beak had grown in, sharp enough to crush
rocks.
At last, you reach the top of the cliff, the drainage pipe pumping out more and more chemical waste. You
carefully avoid getting anymore of the liquid on yourself as you hoist you huge body up the top of the cliff.
You look around amazed; the forest you'd wandered into seems to go on for miles, with several trees in the
distance almost as tall as you. You've easily surpassed 30 feet in height at this point, and are able to see a
factory about half a mile away. Presumably, that's where the chemical waste has been coming from.
You bring a "hand" to your face, contemplating what to do next.