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Down by the Riverside
Victor meets Bia

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At the Beach Bar

Victor meets Richard at the Bar

The sickness seems to have returned.... The lengthy hot and cold flashes... going from feeling as if your whole body was afire to feeling as if you are going to freeze to death. You feel horrifically nauseous, unablet o keep anything down for a day and a half during the show of the symptoms.

But as you pass into the second day... things hit the fan. Your whole body writhes and it feels as if every muscle and bone in your body is jumbing around inside... things breaking, things fusing, muscles bunching up around eachother and getting tangled around inside. You watch as your hands and feet change... your hands quickly lose any resemblance to human hands - your thumbs receeding to small dewclaws. Long wicked black claws jut out from the stubby fingers and toes, and black and white speckled scales cover them. Your forearms collapse and merge with your wrists giving you barely flexible appendages.... and then... just as you realize that you will likely never be able to have hadns again... the twining muscles in your chest begin to jut out. Like a horrific flashback to the alien movie, four bulges press agains the skin and then twist outwards into four arms. Begining as indefinate appendages, the bones grow and lengthen as the muscle and flesh is dragged over them at an inconstant rate between the limbs. The ends split into fingers - some more reptilian... some more human. A spattering of scales rises up in places along the arms. Then.... the sensation - the horrifying sensation repeats at your hips as two more legs - one on each side - twist out of your body. Your torso, however, seems to shrink and collapse upon itself as the mass is pulled and needed for your new libs... and tail that lashes about in the pain longer... and longer.

There is a pause... and you hope to heaven above or whatever else you believe in during this brainmelting pain that it's over.... but no one listens.

The scales creep up the back of your head, hair at the back of your head falling out in chunks... and ridges of bone around your eyes begin to develop... and your nose begins to push out further.... but the stranges thing, is that there seems to be an abnormal amount of calcification of bone in your nose.... your nostrils widen.... but don't stop widening. Bone structures begin to deveop in your nose above and below your nostrils.... hardening... hardening. and then you could swear that you feel sharp jags appear in those ever widening nostrils..... and then, in a burst of pain, your nostrils split open - the septum between them ripping open as muscles in a second set of jaws pulls your nose apart - growing and lengthenign into a new mouth. Skin shreds and scales emerge over your front face, and scattering oer your shoulders and around your pelvis. New teeth were indeed the jaged forms in your nose, and your whole face feels as if it is going to burst in the anormal growths. With the stretched skin of your face, large areas under your eyes expose the red muscle-flesh beneath them. Your tongue - your real tongue in your original mouth lengthens and splits at the end - tasting the air around you - and the sweat... and the blood.

Finally, it DOES end... and you are left a monster. Your new mouth functions... sort of. But it feels as if when you try to eat as if you are snorting something through your nose. It connects to the back of your throat where your nose did. But despite the size of your new mouth, it's passageway is much narrower until it opens up into your esophogas - and has the flap of skin that prevents you from swallowing/breathing with both sets of mouths at the same time.

But throughout it all, and even after the fact - the pain aside - your mind remains perfectly intact and human.

Becoming a Monster

Victor undergoes his second transformation, losing most of his physical humanity in the process


After Victor left the beach and headed towards the cafeteria, he had decided in retrospect that it probably not the best of ideas, he didn’t feel any better, and if anything he was progressively feeling worse, nothing he ate would stay down, even the ginger ale he drank to try and settle his stomach wouldn’t remain in his stomach. On the positive side of things, Victor found the duplex listing there, something that he not noticed before and took down the names and duplex numbers of the few people that he had met, writing them down on a napkin before heading back towards his duplex. Once inside his room, the lizardman felt exhausted, with the terrible nausea building up again but there wasn’t anything in his stomach he could possibly vomit back up. Victor set the napkin on his laptop before stripping most of his clothing off, except for his boxers and the green tee-shirt that he had on, which ironically was the same shirt he was wearing when he first arrived on the island. Hesitantly he had climbed into bed, pulling a blanket over himself as he felt alternating bone-chilling cold spells and skin-burning hot flashes. Victor most certainly regretted not going to the clinic and trying to get some medicine, but it was too late for that, he just didn’t have the energy.

That night was a rough one, with the nausea and the cold-hot flashes and the infrequent trips to the bathroom, Victor was unable to get any peaceful rest for a long time, but at just about 4am, the lizard-man had fallen into an uneasy sleep. He slept for only until 9 o’clock later that morning, much less than what Victor felt he needed, but it wasn’t the sun. Something hurt, and Victor sat up to sit on the edge of his bed, unsure of exactly it was that was bothering him, taking off his shirt to look himself over, but then everything started to go wrong, very wrong, with Victor’s body.

The lizard-man fell back onto the bed, his entire body writhing as Victor cried out, feeling as if all the muscle and bones in his body were shifting around inside of him, bones breaking apart while others fused together, the muscles contracting and becoming tangled. Victor tried to sit back up, only managing to roll onto his side as he watched his hands and feet started to change, his fingers drawing back as his claws grew longer, now like large wicked talons jutting out as his thumbs receded, becoming small dewclaws while black and white scales covered his hands. The changing man was nearly paralyzed in both fear and pain, realizing his hands no longer looking like human hands and that they were becoming less functional, nearly screaming out loud as his forearms collapsed and slowly merged with his wrists, making them barely flexible, and useless as hands.

“N-no, no no no….” Victor stammered, his altered hands looked almost no different than his feet, He tried moving what was left of his fingers, the terrible awareness that he wouldn’t ever be able to ever use them as hands again burning into his mind and breaking him down emotionally, tears starting to swell up in his eyes, just as the pain began to build up again, the twisted muscles in his chest extending and painfully protruding outwards, becoming four defined bulges. Victor gave a sickly moan, his mind trying to feebly understand and grasp what this was, then mentally recoiling as the bulges pressed out against his skin, then twisted outwards into four vaguely defined arms. Victor rolled onto his back, mentally screaming, but only able to let out a whimper as bones grew inside the developing limbs, muscle and flesh being dragged into the growing limbs, the ends of the four arms painfully splitting into small fingers, some more human, the others more reptilian, more scales growing on the arms protruding from his chest.

Victor writhed on the bed, crying as the changes were accompanied by horrific agony, numbing conscious thought, his chest-arms jerking, the small hands clenching as the claws of his former human hands got caught into the sheets, then tearing the fabric as the Lizard-man tried to pull them free, as two more bulges started to expand from beside his legs, his hips changing shape as his reptilian tail pushed out further.

As Victor’s hips distorted and his tail grew, the changing man was almost blissfully unaware that his genitals had been pulled into his body, and then changed to completely match that of reptile’s, the alteration was masked over by pain as two more appendages began to twist out from his hips, tearing his boxers apart into rags, at first only warped lumps of flesh, then quickly grew and developed into an extra set of legs. The lizardman’s tail extended even more, stretching out further behind him, lashing side to side, knocking over the lamp that was next to his bed and breaking it. Victor cried out as he felt his torso altering, seemingly becoming sorter and collapse upon itself as the mass was distributed to his developing limbs and tail, making him feel shorter, his limbs, the original ones, felt too large, the new appendages shook and moved almost on their own, the newly formed nerves triggering as new neural pathways formed between Victor’s pain-stricken brain and the extra limbs.

Then there was a pause, allowing Victor to catch his breath, his chest hitching and heaving as he sobbed, wishing and hoping it was over, what else could happen to him? His body had betrayed him, mutating freakishly to something completely alien, his hands now useless, while other limbs had grown out from him, it felt nearly impossible to move, everything hurt, and his mind didn’t understand yet how to even use these new appendages.

At first Victor wasn’t aware the changes had started again, scales creeping up the back of his head, but became alarmed when he felt his hair starting to fall out in clumps, trying to reach back there to feel what was happening, but the hair loss was quickly forgotten as the ridges of bone around his eyes started to build up, the mind bending pain coming back with a vengeance as Victor’s already enlarged snout was forced out further, his nose growing larger, the nostrils widening, and widening, not stopping as unknown to Victor, an abnormal amount of calcification was growing in his nose, feeling like jabs of pain to the Lizardman as large bone structures formed and grew within his huge nose, both above and below the nostrils, hardening, with sharp jags appearing in his still widening nostrils.

As the changes further progressed, Victor wasn’t prepared for the excruciating pain that was caused as his nostrils split, and the septum between them tearing open, the wound bleeding as the muscles in a second set of jaws pulled his nose apart, which further lengthened, new jagged and sharp teeth growing out from the gums as the extra jaws developed into a full second mouth. The changing man’s tongue in his original mouth lengthens and then splits at the end, able to taste the air around him, the sweat and the blood from his own body. The sensation of the second mouth opening up proves to be too much for Victor, almost like he was a Pez-dispenser the entire top half of his large head opening and closing as he gagged, nausea overwhelming him as he ejected bile from his original mouth, and onto the floor. The altered man’s skin shreds as scales emerged and spread over his front face, shoulders and around his pelvis. Victor’s entire face felt almost like it was going to burst open, the skin stretching further, causing large areas under his eyes to expose the red muscle-flesh beneath them.

Then abruptly, the transformation ends, leaving Victor feeling broken, mentally , emotionally and physically. Unable to move, the lizardman lays out on the bed, probably the most horrible thing of all, his mind remains perfectly intact and human, but still not quite able to fully comprehend the extreme and horrific changes that have occurred to his body. Victor only really aware of one thing, that he was a monster now, an abomination that didn’t match anything found in nature. For the longest time he had been afraid of becoming disfigured or deformed, and now it had happened to him, in the most unimaginable of ways, he had lost nearly all of his physical humanity, reduced to this…ugly thing that lay helpless as a turtle on it’s back on the bed.
Victor let out another bout of choked sobs, letting himself fall into darkness as utter exhaustion set in, and the lizard-man felt the darkness envelop him.

Calling for Help
Victor calls Gaius and hopes for the best


Victor had waited till dusk had set in before he struggled over to the intercom, forcing himself to sit up, using his tail to help prop himself up to use the numberpad. It was painful, but so was almost every part of his body, he needed to get food and painkillers, but didn't dare do it himself.
The Lizardman tried to use his new chest arms to press the buttons on the number pad, but had to try several times over as his new arms either got in the way or hit the wrong buttons, but eventually Victor got the combination he needed: #62.
"Gaiussss?" Victor asked, closing his eyes tightly as he realized he had a lisp on top of everything else that had happened to him, he couldn't even talk right anymore with his forked tongue "Are you there?"

"Itsss Victor" the voice over the intercom informed Gaius. The Lizardman shifted uneasily on his legs, it was difficult to stay in the position he was in, with that extra set of legs dangling off the ground from his hips. Victor felt guilty for disturbing the horseman, and made the situation even more awkward for Victor.

"Gaiusss..." Victor paused, trying to focus on how he spoke to try and lessen the lisp "I-I need sssome help" He felt like crying all over again, he had never had to ask for help like this.

Tears started to well up in Victor's eyes when he heard Gaius' friendly voice and then concerned tone. The Lizarman kept his eyes screwed right shut, he didn't want to start crying, not yet, not yet. Was he hurt? Yes, in more ways than one.

"I-I, n-need you to get sss-ssome thingss for me, s-sssome f-food, water, and painkillersssss and bring them to my duplexsss" Victor's lisp was getting worse the more he got upset, trying to take deep breaths to calm himself down. "and knock on t-the door b-before you come in"

"T-thank you" Victor said before the call was cut off. Now the tears spilled out over the sides of his large face when he finally opened his eyes and let himself slide back down to the floor, he now had a painful cramp in the base of his tail from sitting on it like he did. Now something else bothered him, how could he let Gaius see him like this? he wasn't even remotely human any more, the untouched patches of skin, hair and ears the only things that really showed he could have been human.

Victor crawled on the floor to the far side of the bed and hooked the claws of his forelegs (which used to be his arms) into the blanket and sheets covering his bed and started to pull, dragging the fabric off the bed and onto him. It was difficult with his inflexible forelegs, but eventually he got the bedsheets to cover most of himself, his head, tail and his rear legs still visible and if he bent his head down, and used his chest arms to hold up a strip of fabric, it kept his mouth and chest arms from view, almost. It was just enough to comfort Victor into hoping Gaius wouldn't completely freak out if he saw him