Fortunately, I have other abilities.
It had been a while since I had done this particular morph, but as I concentrated, I could feel
it coming back. I slipped into the opening of the alley and hid in the shadow of a very smelly
Dumpster.
The first thing that happened was the fur. It sprouted quickly from my arms and legs and all
down my body. Thick, rough, ragged, black fur. It grew long on my arms and back and head.
It was shorter everywhere else.
My jaw bulged forward. I could hear the bones in my jaw grind as they stretched and the
nonhuman DNA changed my body.
Morphing doesn't hurt. It creeps you out some times, but it doesn't hurt. And as morphs go,
this one wasn't bad. I mean, I still got to keep all my usual arms and legs and stuff. Not like
when I morphed into an osprey. Or a dolphin. I mean, when I was a dolphin, I was breathing
through a hole in the back of my neck.
With this morph I had arms, as usual. Only they were a lot bigger. A lot bigger. My legs bent
forward. My shoulders grew so massive it was like having a couple of pigs sitting on my
back. I also had an enormous round belly and a leathery chest.
My face was a black, bulging, rubbery mask, and my eyes were practically invisible beneath
my heavy brow.
I had become a gorilla.
Now, here's the thing about gorillas. They are the sweetest animals around. If you leave them
alone they will mostly just sit and eat leaves all day.
And that's all the gorilla mind really wanted to do right then - eat some leaves, maybe a nice
piece of fruit.
But I was in that head, too, along with the gorilla's instincts. And I had decided to teach those
punks a little lesson. See, now that I was in that gorilla body, I weighed four hundred pounds.
And I was mighty strong.
How strong? Let me put it this way. Compared to a gorilla, a human being is made out of
toothpicks. I wasn't just twice as strong as a man, I was maybe four, five, six times stronger.
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