The short cut seems best.

“I suppose it is only fair. I am not a worm anymore at least.” You say looking yourself over again. Thinking over the two options, you can't help but think the short cut is the obvious choice. “Mount.” Saying the word of the spell your body shudders. “Yipe.” Your feet lengthen and bend creating another joint, the front part of your foot transforming into a pair of black hooves. This causes you to fall forward, and as your hands go out under you to catch your fall thick protrusions burst out of your fingers starting at the knuckle, which cushions the impact to make it completely painless. Your shoulders then spasm, your neck seems to lengthen a bit, and your back arches till you find it is quite easy and natural to look forward like any other four legged creature. Clomping a couple of steps you notice your back seems arched and stronger, as if to make a nice seat for a rider. “This is weird.” You say and try to stand. It takes some doing, but you plant your feet, lurch forward and up, and with a pop, your form is returned to normal and you are standing there as if nothing had happened. “Ok, not what I expected, but I suppose it might be faster to run like that.” Once again you try the spell, this time diving forward as you cast it. Sure enough as your fist hooves hit the stone ground, you new bounding stride leaps you forward nearly 10' in a single long strong leap. As you land your rear legs kick in and in a rather unique loping motion, you take off in a sprint. As you pick up speed, you are also pretty sure you have grown a bit, and your chest cavity seems larger as well allowing your lungs to work better. Running like this is easily twice as fast as you could ever hope to match as a human. The effect is actually rather exhilarating.

As you run, you see all manner of demon, many are humanoid, ranging from beautiful to horrific, while far more are little more than beasts of all shapes and sizes, gross and frighting versions of any animal known to man. It occurs to you as you travel that size seems to indicate power here, it seems, at least to a point. Everyone, or everything depending on how you look at it, that is smaller than you seems to move out of your way, while all that are bigger seem almost to jerk in your direction trying to get you to flinch or react. But thankfully that is the extent of it, as for the most part everything seems to basically ignore you. You run like this without so much as a slight rest for at least 8 hours before your muscles begin to protest and your tummy rumbles demanding food. From what you have seen you would guess that less than 10% of the creatures you have seen look human at all, and an equal percent resembles nothing in reality, they are little more than a horrific medley of things from nightmares and horror movies. “I need to find something to eat.” You muse as you lurch up dispelling the transformation. There is nothing growing anywhere and considering when you arrived here you were a big worm, as far as you know every last living thing here is sentient. Then the weird little plants you ate as a worm flash in your mind, “Awe I don't want to.” You say, but decide to look over a large pile of rocks. Sure enough, with a bit of searching, you find hidden pockets in the rocks that are teeming with life, hiding, as if it knew it was about to be eaten. Grabbing a handful of reddish black, moldy looking leaves you stuff them in your mouth. Chomping away you have to say it is far more disgusting than you remembered it being and you realize you now have taste, where before you must not really have had that sense. Gulping down the thick mass of most likely rotten vegetation you grimace, “Uugh, ya that isn't happening.” Then you catch a glimpse of movement and in a flash you pounce. In your hands you hold a smallish lizard like creature with a mouth that occupies half of it's body. “Hi little guy, make a noise if you can understand me.” It squirms and wriggles trying to get free, hissing constantly. “Ok, check that. If you are intelligent stop moving and I will let you go.” It's answer is to bite at your face still hissing. “Fuck I can't, it might be somebody.”

Tossing it away you realize it's hissing has drawn the attention of something larger. A 7' long wolf like creature with massive fangs climbs onto a nearby rock and eyes you growling. “Back off buddy. I am leaving.” You take two steps back, hands held up in a sign of submission, when the beast strikes. The massive beast is on you in a blur, biting into your right thigh and yanking you to the ground. “Aah help.” You scream, but knowing there is little chance of drawing the attention of anything that won't kill you makes you bite your lip, grabbing the head of the beast to try to dislodge it from you. It drags you a foot across the ground, your small claws only able to tear at thick fur to no real effect you turn your attention to the beasts eyes. Gouging at them, you do manage to get it off of you, but you don't seriously wound the creature. The wound it opened in your leg is flowing blood, but you tense yourself for it's attack, wishing you still had that sword. “Don't do this! Run away!” You yell at the beast, but it doesn't do anything. The creature pounces on you, hitting you square in the chest. It takes every bit of strength and agility to keep it's teeth from your neck, and you are driven back onto the hard stone. It is on top of you, and you are squirming to get free. A paw suddenly is an opportune target, and you bite it back, sinking your little fangs into the thick fur. This catches it by surprise, causing it for a second to take the defensive and it moves over you, biting your arm, and pulling. Sadly this is far more painful for you, and it manages to pull you over and you realize you are on your stomach, it's hot breath on the back of your neck. 'It is going for the kill.' Your mind screams at you, and you squirm to pull back. It moves still over you till you realize it's body is over your head. “Oh fuck you, I have horns!” You yell out and slam up into the belly of the creature. A yelp tells you that you have finally scored a hit. Your back and neck are instantly drenched as it causes massive damage to itself trying to back away. Both horns rip into the creature. It then launches a new savage attack, but this time you simply lower your head, using your agility and speed to meet him face to face, then at the last instant, you fall lower, then lift nearly taking it's head off. The creature is suddenly still, and you have your meal. Spitting and wiping off your sexy head, you can't help but say, “I wish I could make a fire.” But looking around you realize in this area small fires are burning all over the place. It takes a bit of work, but you drag it over a flaming pit of hot coal. The fur stinks and the meat burns, but before long you are satisfied as the sick smell of burnt hair is replaced with the smell of cooked meat. Pulling it off and slapping out any remaining fire, you tear into the meal with the manners of a beast, and eat till you can't take any more. Sated, you use the little bit of fur that you didn't burn as a makeshift pillow, and lie down to sleep.