Hanley's point of view.
"I know!" Ernest bellowed in his impossibly deep and loud voice.
"What?" I asked.
"Why don't we make... you... a... a... actually, never mind."
"No, tell me!" I insisted.
"How about I make it a surprise," Ernest said cryptically.
I agreed and stood at my tall hight, ready for anything. I gave Ernest the power to change people too - I trusted him now.
There was a huge surge of pain that exploded all through my body like fire. It burned, and burned, and burned. I couldn't handle it any more and I fell to the mouldy wooden planks that made up the floor of the shack. I laid with my head curled as the pain continued to fire its way all the way around my body, cycling ten times faster with every pounding heartbeat.
I looked up from the darkness of my bold structure and looked in astonishment at my arm. Thick, brown hair grew there. An inch every five seconds, and the pain continued, stronger and stronger, unlike the pleasure like it had been before. I stood up, feeling groggy and dim. I looked around dizzily and saw Ernest watching me. The hair on my arm was now long and scraggly, and it started to sprout in other places. On my legs, on the other arm, my feet, my face, my torso. The pain had transformed into pleasure again.
My teeth became sharper and more powerful, as my sense of smell became impossibly accurate. Ernest was so much taller and bigger than me, but I was not a human any more.
My clothes ripped as I grew, with extreme muscle and power. Fur now covered my whole body.
"Perfect," Ernest said.