A...dragon?

Your back suddenly hurts enough to nearly make you pass out, a tearing reaching your ears and a great pressure disappearing, your new scaly wings taking their first beat. The pain in your spine now grabs your attention, your pants growing unbearably tight until your belt snapped and the back tore open, letting your thick, scaled tail free.

Your shoes are next to go, the seams no match for the claws that formed on your swiftly enlarging feet. Your skin grows black and shiny as the scales continue to form, your muscles bulging outwards into a massively powerful form that seemed more like a lizard with mammalian features than a pure reptile. By the end, your clothes were completely gone. A glance in a mrror showed you'd grown a muzzle full of razor sharp teeth, a forked tongue, and your hair had been replaced by horned protrusions in an almost ornamental pattern.

You were at least 8 feet tall, with scales as dark as night, but that shone with an obsidian sheen that made it bizzarely beautiful. The shock of the transformation was tempered by the thrill, and a rumble came from your throat not unlike a cat's purr, only much deeper. You're thankful that the myths seemed to have been embelleshed about the size of the creature, or maybe it was just the nature of the spell of whatever that had transformed you. Either way, your house wasn't being destroyed by your growing into a 50 ft monster.

Your stomach begins complaining as you take in your new form, and you make your way up the stairs to the kitchen to raid the fridge. You quickly discover that your tail is both a balance aid and a club, a destroyed cabinet and a busted in wall testament to the power behind it. You learn quickly to hold your wings close to your body, especially after running them into the sides of the basement door. It had hurt quite a bit, but you found it a bit amusing that it hurt the house more than you, busting out the door frame.

When you accidentally broke the fridge's door handle off without even thinking, you began to appreciate the scale of your newfound strength. You make a note to be extra careful from now on. Leftover pizza disappears in moments, as does that hamburger casserole thing your girlfriend made last night. You tear open the milk jug, the nearly full container only slightly quenching your thirst. Fruit, salad, pickles, even the butter passes your lips and you barely feel it. The uncooked chicken suddenly looked incredibly appetizing, and you consume it before you realize what you're doing.

In five minutes, you clean out your fridge of everything, even the more questionably edible items. You wonder how you don't feel sick after all that, and find you're still quite hungry. Opening up the freezer, the ice cream disappears down your gullet, followed by the still frozen fries, vegetables, and precooked breaded mystery meat. It's beginning to worry you that you still feel hungry, and you begin to raid the pantry, clearing your house of two weeks worth of food in less than fifteen minutes.

You felt...somewhat sated, but another issue began to rear its head.