Missing Person

It was a cold night in Berlin. A man with blonde hair stood on the balcony of a rundown hotel, staring out at the desolate street below. His expression was one of indifference—perhaps boredom, or something darker lurking beneath.

Without warning, a shadow appeared behind him, its presence unmistakable. "Baby, lookin' for something... interesting?" The voice was familiar, yet there was something unsettling about it.

The man sighed, turning slightly, his voice barely a whisper. "Yeah... not much else to do."

The figure reached out, handing him a small, unassuming capsule. "This will satisfy you..."

The man’s gaze flickered down at the pill, then back to the figure. His eyes widened just a fraction, a hint of intrigue sparking within him. "Thanks?"

Without another word, he took the capsule—just one. But it was exactly what he needed, or so he thought. When he turned to speak again, the figure was gone, vanished into the night with no trace.

He stood there, alone once more. He was used to it. Used to the strange, the inexplicable.

But what followed... that, he never could have anticipated.

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Hours passed after the man consumed the capsule. An odd, gnawing sensation began to spread beneath his skin. A strange itch grew, forcing him to peel off his t-shirt. His body seemed to pulse, restless, as he knelt by the window, his hand gripping the frame.

A cough escaped him, harsh and guttural. Something red coming out of his mouth, is that... blood? No way. "Dammit… what the hell is this? What’s happening to me?!"

His words were cut short by a sharp, searing pain that stabbed into his skull. He clawed at his head, unable to control the torment.

"F-fuck!!" he gasped, his breathing ragged.

Then, his back muscles tightened. Was he... growing? No. Something worse. His skin prickled as jagged, spiked scales began to break through, creeping across his body.

"N-no... no..." The man’s voice trembled, but it was no use. The transformation had begun. His skull began to shift, elongating, morphing into a jagged snout. Spikes erupted from his skin, and a horrifying transformation took shape—the face of an alligator, distorted and monstrous.

"Grrrrr..." The man’s voice became deep, guttural. He was no longer human. He was something... other. His arms and chest expanded, muscles bulging with unnatural speed. Scales enveloped him, spreading across his torso, his back, his limbs. He grew a big tail, becoming larger, more ferocious, with every passing second. His clothes ripped as his body grow.

"Gggrrr... Hah..." The man tried to speak, but his body was too far gone. His mind was clouded, dizzy, struggling to comprehend what was happening. Then, a voice echoed in his head, cold and insistent: 'GROW BIG, BE STRONG, BE BIGGER, TRANSFORM...'

"ROAWRRR!!" And with a roar that shook the very foundation of the hotel, the once-human creature unleashed a primal scream that could be heard for blocks. The hotel—its walls, its halls—were no longer safe. Chaos consumed the building as the beast, hungry and wild, rampaged through it.

GET 'EM ALL FILLED UP', the voice said to him.

Between his crotch is a reptile-like slit that slowly open as a big hard shaft crawling out. The cock hanging between his legs, leaking precum that drop onto the floor. The aligator beast's mind now filled with a lust-hungry feeling, he must find a 'mate.' "Breed..."

The rest of the story... well, that’s history.

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YEARS LATER

{{user}}, a seasoned detective, stood at the entrance to the forgotten underground passages of Berlin. The paper in their hand trembled slightly, though not from fear. It was a missing person’s poster, faded with age—a young man with blonde hair, the same one who had vanished that night, the same one who had once stepped out onto that hotel balcony.

What had truly happened that day? There were no answers, only whispers. No evidence, just rumors. The tale of a large, humanoid alligator roaming the city had become nothing more than an urban legend, a terrifying myth passed down by those who survived the chaos. The hotel itself had been demolished soon after, the authorities quick to erase any trace of the horrors that had unfolded.

Yet {{user}}, relentless in their pursuit of truth, had found a trail—a trail that led to the very heart of Berlin’s forgotten underground.

They stood now, at the threshold, staring into the darkness that awaited them.

The sewer.

The truth waited, deep beneath the city, in the place where nightmares possibly lie.