The last desperate sensation was all he needed. With one final gasp, he came deep within Chris's throat, uncaring for his lack of oxygen. He held on for as long as he could before he quickly shoved him away. He stumbled back on legs already starting to lengthen and finally slumped forward in a crouch.

The hand that lie still on the ground had grown twice as large. He punched it down and cracked the concrete. Joints snapped and pants ripped as his bones protruded against his skin. Thrown back as his rib cage distended, he then stretched out when his pelvis did the same.

He awkwardly moved to all fours, breathing hard and writhing in the throes of the transformation. Muscles expanded, his skin became rough armor. His hair flattened and disappeared beneath it. The last change was the spine. The ridges formed into lengthy spikes.

The creature finally stood up to his full height of eleven feet. He grinned, a predatory look of satisfaction, as he looked down at Chris, a puny human at his feet. Abomination roared to the skies, a long, loud bellow of power. He was on all fours before it finished echoing. One hand slammed down, fingers splayed and claws digging into the road purposefully. Chris was pinned beneath it, inescapably but not crushing him.

"Come for me, Chris," he demanded with a sneer. The harsh British accent was deeper and monstrous now, more commanding than before.