Loose One Ability, Gain Another
The wings that you find yourself growing are doing so upon your back. Hard knots of building muscle and bone that wrap around your shoulders, neck, and upper chest, rapidly bulking up in strength for the wing limbs themselves.
What's also apparent is that you're going to need them...NOW. The doorway exited you into thin air, the landscape is distant below you, and filling your view more and more as you fall helplessly towards it, your as of yet ungrown wings your only savior. Its definitely a lot to take in all at once. Your body being wrecked by a change and at the same time a disastrous meeting with the treetops looming. By no means is this an idea situation for you to find yourself transforming in.
Your clothes are filling with your added bulk, the beginning of your wing bones piercing through your back, the pointy ends catching into your shirt and rendering it to pieces. But its not just the wings that your developing. You're also becoming less and less human as you fall.
The assault of changes occurs from your neck down, your hips forcing you to tuck your legs up, and your arms loosing their dexterity and mobility at the same time as your limbs all modify at the same time. The elbow and knee joints of your limbs is tweaked by a force until they crack, the joints becoming the opposite direction, your feet bulging in your shoes as they change shape and become broad paws with four toes to them. Your hands follow suit, both of them becoming useless paws with four main pads and the fifth dewclaw up on your arms.
Your now altered legs make your pant legs strain against the natural bends of the fabric, though they fall away with your waist increasing in girth and ripping he button and zipper apart, though the increase isn't exceedingly drastic. Your spine now chooses to change, lengthening to a whip-like appendage that slides down one of your legs. Your new tail. Pants clinging on barely, and your now fully lengthened wings whipping and becoming abused with the wind across them, they look less skeletal, overed with flesh, bristling with white and gray feathers. Some of the weaker ones are ripped off your wings and shoot up into the air when they stop falling as fast as you are.
One final change, and the ground is getting uncomfortably close. Your body, newly muscled, altered and structured, grows fur, and a mane. Thick tawny brown-yellow fur covers every part of your body, including down to your tail, except for a tuft at the end which is heavier solid brown fur, which matches the mane that is flooding in across the nape of your neck, foreleg shoulders, and your chest.
Your transformation is complete to a male Sphinx, a winged one at that. Now, you get to learn how to fly, and fast.
Written by Mozdoc on 14 December 2010
The end (for now)