He told them what he was, that he was the monster they were looking for. They didn't believe him, but they locked him away as he wanted. In the dark cellar, he hoped to clear his mind and focus on controlling his other half. But it wanted to come out.

His skin began to itch terribly; the inability to scratch only intensified it. He felt the tail behind him stretching, straining to pull free from his shorts, growing bigger and bigger without any end in sight. He gritted his teeth against the gag, but the pressure only seemed to squeeze his mouth outwards into a scaled, reptilian muzzle.

He struggled, but there was nothing he could do but squeeze his hands, feeling as the fingers thickened and the nails sharpened into claws. His will wasn't strong enough. The alligator was coming out.