"JOHN! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"
Carrie scowled at her husband. The sound of her voice bringing John out of his stupor. He turned, shocked, and faced his wife.
"Carrie! Umm..." John pulled his shirt collar to one side, letting out a burst of steam. His newly formed rabbit ears flopped down the side of his head as he felt himself deflate under the glare of his wife. This wasn't going to be good.
The other patrons of the club began to push away and give the domestic dispute some needed room. Carrie just couldn't believe it, after all the planning and discussion, after everything they did to get here, John selfishly left her in the middle of the street and walked into a strip club! Carrie felt the burning anger deep in her belly. Her eyes turned red and shot daggers at John.
"John, I can't believe you'd do this to me!" Carrie's voice intensified, fed by her anger. She towered over the cowering John, wagging a finger and letting him know what she thought about all of this. Swept away in a rage, Carrie didn't feel the changes start. John, however, noticed and he felt himself sink even lower. At first it wasn't too obvious as two small nubs appeared on Carrie's head, just above and behind her ears. then the nubs started to grow longer with a slight curve downward. In a matter of seconds, Carrie had two horns.
"Umm...honey." John offered in a whisper. Carrie paid no heed as she continued her rant. John watched in horror and fascination as the changes kept coming. Next for Carrie's changes was her neck which lengthened slightly, becoming sinuous. Following that Carries svelte and athletic body seemed to pack on the pounds, swelling out and tightening her clothes. Oddly, it was her lower body that seemed to grow the largest and roundest. The sound of straining shirt and pants was evident to everyone but ranting Carrie.
"Carrie..." John tried again but was steamrolled by Carrie's chewing-out. If anything she had intensified her anger and her changes. John's eyes widened comically large as the next phase of changes happened. Carrie's skin was turning a different color. Or colors actually, John noted. Carrie was turning a brilliant shade of purple except for from her mouth down to her neck, which was a shade of light pink. John whimpered and pointed to Carrie. Again, she ignored him.
Having continued to grow slowly, Carrie now towered over John, doubling his height. Finally, her clothes could take no more and they burst, sending her now round and voluptuous pear-shaped body to bounce and jiggle with new found freedom. She might have been improper had she still had the form and body of a human, but John saw that she now had a ribbed pink belly with only a bump to indicate where her breasts were. John could do nothing or say nothing that would get Carrie to notice her transformation into a toon. It wouldn't be long now, John thought, she looked almost completed.
Carrie paused for a brief second, seeming to gather herself up for the last barrage of words for John. As she laid into him again, John watched as something began to poke out of the back of Carrie: her tail. A short but thick tail topped with a heart shaped dark-red spike flicked to the timing of her words. The rest of her changes were quick. Hands became three fingers and claws, as did her feet. Lastly, her face pushed out into a long muzzle while her teeth sharpened and lengthened. And there it was; Carrie was a toon dragon. John trembled, the rabbit in him fearing this mighty beast on a rampage. She did look a bit comical, however, with a small head, long neck but a large round pear-shaped body. The laughter would come later, John hoped.
"Carrie...can, can I say something?" John asked in a squeak. "What?" Carrie stopped abruptly in her rant, she gasped for air and swallowing too much, hiccuped and burped. But this wasn't your typical burp. No, it was a burp laced with a large dose of fire and it was aimed directly at John. As the smoke cleared, John, eyes open wide and large and half of his body black and charred, let out his breath. "Carrie, I think you need to stop...you...you've changed." Carrie could only look down at John in befuddlement. Changed? She hadn't changed, it was John who'd changed and come into this club. Carrie spotted a mirror on the wall and walked over to it. But all she saw was a purple and pink dragon. She peered closer. The dragon in the mirror did the same. She showed her teeth. So did the reflection. Finally, she pulled her snout and felt and saw it move in the mirror. She was a dragon. A fire-breathing dragon!
"John!" Carrie screamed, shooting out another wave of fire. Toons and humans dashed out of harms way. Carrie thundered her way back to the cowering husband. "JOHN! I'm a dragon! What happened to me? Why didn't you tell me?" Carrie picked up and started shaking John furiously, her heart beating wildly. This wasn't supposed to happen!
"What are we going to do?"