…face. Paul’s face was rippling, painfully, pushing out as new teeth filled the resultant space in his new
mouth. Hissing in pain as it happened. As he reached a shaking hand to test it, the rollercoaster hit a
series of bumps, forcing him to hold onto the bar for support.
The one next to him, who had a snake’s head, now had a longer neck, that was now attached to the back of his
head, rather than the base, still no apparent concern for what he was becoming.
Then the sound of tearing fabric could be heard, in front of him, as the shirt the one in front of him wore
tore itself apart as a result of his expanding body, now clearly crocodilian in shape as he grew ever larger,
taller, and wider.
Another sharp drop came, and Paul had to shut his eyes to cope with the stinging winds. Winds he felt clearly
on his chest. Then it made a loop the loop, and at it’s top, the guy in front threw away the remains of his
own top and pants. As Paul looked at it falling, as the rollercoaster went back down, he was able to see many
different articles of ruined attire as they were thrown away by their former wearers.
Now looking at himself, he saw that all the buttons on his shirt had been popped off by his own expanded
chest, covered in rich green scales, as a tearing sound and drop in pressure told him he’d just lost his
shoes.
Almost no human sounds left now. Just the cries and roars of a myriad of different animals, all sounding
reptilian. The guy next to him now even more snake-like than ever with the loss of his legs.
His own thickening legs tore his own pants off of him, and Paul now found himself almost utterly devoid of
attire, his shirt which clung on somehow being all that remained, a scaled cock and balls resting free.