Phil has never been a morning person. He's always gotten up, let out a few grumbles, and dragged his feet into the bathroom, spiting the gleaming sunlight beaming through his windows. This morning had been no different.

Everything had seem to be off. He ripped his sheets getting out of bed, his shirt and boxers were clinging to his skin, and he seemed to be covered in sweat. Ironically, even with the drenched clothing, his skin almost felt dry even a little rough.

With a few aches in his joints, he stood up and began to lumber down the hall to the bathroom. As he walked, he seemed to be aware of a new weight upon him, as pictures and items on his night stand rumbled and clattered with every footstep. The whole room seemed to be smaller, as he walked down the hallway, the corridor seeming more and more cramped as he lumbered into the bathroom; his shoulders just brushing the frames of the door.

His feet made idol clicking sounds as he rumbled to the sink and began to squeeze a dollop of toothpaste on his brush, oblivious to the green scaly patches that had appeared on his hands. Not even glancing at the mirror, he began his morning auto pilot brushing every last ounce of morning breath he'd accumulated over the last night. It had seemed especially bad this morning, he mused to himself, as his meager bristles brushed against his growing fangs. His strength continued to grow as he brushed more and more rigorously, barely even noticing as he heard the creak of plastic from the strained stem.

Suddenly a loud snap popped him out of his daze, as the now dwarfed toothbrush buckled under the power of his fang filled jaw, and his monstrous sized hand. "Oh great, another thing I have to fix..." he thought, as he looked in the mirror. His yellowed eyes widened as he noticed the new features rapidly spreading over his face. Scales were spreading everywhere, as his maw filled with fangs and pressed out into a blunt lizard like muzzle. He looked up, still grateful to have his hair for now, until he noticed a few ivory colored protrusions which had seemingly sprouted from his scalp. It took a moment for the shock to wear off just enough to know that he had suddenly sprouted horns. Honest to God horns, from his skull. He noticed a few similar protrusions from his broadening back when he realized that this wasn't just localized to his head.

His massive green hand (if he could still call it that) dropped the useless stem onto the sink, as he examined the rest of himself. From what he could see, horns and ridges had begun to sprout all along his spine, before accumulating into a thick scaly tail tipped with spikes that could probably do some serious damage. His breath grew raspy, as steam begun to cloud the mirror with every panicked gasp. His elbows and knees had similar protrusions growing into blunt points, which could probably take down even the largest of animals. Take down, why were these thoughts even occurring to him?

His clawed feet clicked nervously against the bathroom rug, leaving tears in its absorbent fabric as he looked for some kind of solution. His shirt and boxers continued to tear slowly, revealing more and more inches of the scaled horned beast that inhabited his bathroom.

His mind clouded more, as thoughts of using his strength in battle, and for hunting continued to swarm into his consciousness. He needed to maintain control, he couldn't let the monster take over. But as his grip tightened against the sink and cracked the porcelain like it was merely a bread stick, he couldn't help but admire his own strength. As more and more of the monster took over, he wanted to show his strength to the rest of the world.

A fanged grin spread across his muzzle as a forked tongue slithered out. The time was finally upon him to unleash himself to the public. With a few cracking thuds of his feet, and a barrel through the now demolished door frame. He decided to set forth into the world, and show everyone what his new form could do. With a few thuds and a crash through the front door, it seemed like Phil was going to enjoy the morning a lot more now.