When my spine broke again with that unbelievably disgusting crack and my back arched, I forced myself not to scream. I couldn't give myself away.

My flesh expanded again. And when I felt like I was going to tear, I actually heard a loud "crack" and opened my eyes in shock. But it was only my jeans and long-sleeved shirt, along with the rest of my clothes, that could no longer withstand the strain and were torn to pieces.

But I could no longer think about my clothes, as my bones were now painfully deforming and my face was elongating. My nose became a snout. The fine pinpricks returned as...