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"So... how's life been for you?" asked Mark, sitting down on the bench next to Phil. Football practice was in full swing, and all of the members of the Philadelphia Eagles were working hard, trying to make sure that their next game would be the best one of the season! After running around with the ball for what felt like hours, Phil had decided to take a break by sitting on the bench, and his friend Mark was stopping by for some friendly conversation. "Have any... interesting stories to share?"

Phil chuckled to himself. He knew what Mark was really asking: had he transformed into anything cool lately? For whatever reason, Phil seemed to be a magnet for transformations; hardly a week went by where he didn't find himself taking on some kind of alternate form. Whether it was a dragon due to gold, a cow due to a mysterious cowbell, or his personal favorite, a large anthropomorphic eagle, he could never seem to retain his human form for long before his body was changed by some outside force that he couldn't control. It was actually kind of annoying... but it could be kinda cool sometimes, too. "Well..." he said. "I decided to go out scuba diving the other day, and-"

"Wait. Don't tell me." Mark simply grinned. "You turned into an orca again, didn't you?"

"Actually, no. Not this time." Phil sighed, remembering exactly what had happened that day... how he had so carelessly fallen into that trap. "I actually ended up finding this really cool figure of a character from this old 90s cartoon that I sometimes watch. The only problem is that as soon as I picked it up... well, I kinda began transforming into him."

"Of course," said Mark, shaking his head. "If it's not one thing, it's another, isn't it? Could you still swim, at least?

"Well, the show in question was Street Sharks, so... yeah, that wasn't a problem," said Phil. "I did still end up destroying my scuba gear, though." He frowned. "But that wasn't the really weird part. See, it turns out that I didn't find that figure by accident. Someone placed it there, just so that I would get transformed by it."

"Really?" Mark nodded, showing clear interest. "Well, that makes things much more interesting. Who was it this time?"

"Well, he calls himself Martin Fortsona," explained Phil. "He's an anthropomorphic crow, so that's kinda cool, I guess. This isn't even the first time he's done something to me, though. Remember our last game, when I got bitten by a wolf and turned into that wolf-eagle hybrid? Turns out he's the one who sent that wolf after me, just so I would transform in the middle of the game."

"Wow," said Mark. "So he really has it out for you, doesn't he? Do you know why he's doing this?"

"Well... I think he mentioned that he was actually working for someone," said Phil. "And apparently, whoever he's working for is the one who's behind all these crazy transformation that have been happening to me. I tried to ask him some more about it, but he was pretty quiet about the whole thing. It was really weird, to be honest."

"Ah, so the plot thickens!" Said Mark, grinning. "So someone else is behind it all... pretty intriguing!" He chuckled to himself. "Anyway, we should probably get back onto the field. We don't want to be sitting around for too long."

"Yeah..." said Phil, standing up. "Hopefully this time, I can make it through the entire game without turning into something weird and- GAH!" As he stood up, his foot caught on a large yellow container, causing it to fall and spill its contents all over the grass. At the same time, it caused Phil to trip and fall, landing face-first into the light-green liquid spilling out of the container. "Ugh!" he yelled, pulling himself up. "What is this, Gatorade? It sure looks like it."

"Um... are you sure?" asked Mark. "I mean, I don't think Gatorade typically glows like that..."

"It's probably just a trick of the light," grumbled Phil, trying to shake the green liquid off of his body. "Seriously, though, who just leaves an open container of Gatorade next to the bench? It's like they wanted someone to spill it all over the place!"

"Well... you should probably get dried off pretty quickly," said Mark. "Practice is probably going to be over soon, and you probably don't want to be all wet when the coach calls us over. I don't think he would be too happy if he found out that you spilled an entire container of Gatorade on yourself, do you?"

Phil sighed, shaking his head. "No, I guess not," he said, turning to walk back to the locker room. Hopefully he could get dried off before the coach wanted to meet with the team; after all, he really didn't want to give the coach any additional reasons to be mad at him. His transformative episodes had a nasty tendency to interfere with the games, and it wasn't rare for him to, for example, transform into a giant bald eagle while he was trying to run with the ball. Of course, such a form would give his team a distinct advantage, so the refs would normally eject him from the game as soon as it happened, often with some form of a penalty as well. This, of course, made the coach upset, since he felt that the entire team was suffering due to Phil's inability to control his "condition." This, in turn, made Phil upset. He wanted to support his team, but if he couldn't control his transformations... well, how was he supposed to help when he couldn't even play?

He simply continued shaking his head as he opened to door to his locker. Well... there really wasn't much he could do about it at that point. All he could do was show up, play, and hope nothing bad happened.

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"Alright, team! Listen up!"

It was almost time for their big game, and Phil and the rest of the Eagles were huddled together in front of the coach for their pre-game briefing. Phil had dried himself off and changed into one of his spare uniforms (after so many of his uniforms had been destroyed by his transformations, he'd learned to keep a few extras around), and now he was ready to get back into action. "I don't want any messing around tonight, okay? We need to make sure we're in perfect condition to defeat the other team! No excuses tonight! Got it? Then let's go!" With that, the huddle broke, and the team headed out onto the field to start the game. Phil was about to follow them, but the coach stopped him. "Hold up there, Phil. We need to talk for a moment?"

Uh-oh. Phil felt his heart sink. "Um... listen, I'm really sorry about the eagle-wolf thing from the last game," He said. "But it wasn't my fault, I swear! See, there was this other wolf that-"

The coach simply held up his hand. "Spare me your excuses, Adler," he said. "You know, I've tried again and again to overlook this condition of yours. I've given you countless chances to prove that you can play normally, and every time you've failed to do so. Well... I'm afraid that your little incident from the last game was the last straw for me. Until you can learn to control these transformations, you'll be spending the next few games on the bench. Got it?"

"WHAT?" cried Phil. "But... that's not fair! You know that I'm good at football, and I know that I can-"

"That you can what? Control yourself? I think you've already proven just the opposite to me," said the coach, shaking his head. "Believe me, I don't want to do this either. I know that you're a great football player, but with your condition... I'm sorry, but we just can't risk having any more penalties called against us." He turned around, shaking his head. "Now, go out there with the rest of the team. You can watch the game from the bench."

Clenching his fists, Phil walked out of the locker room onto the field, where he sat down at the bench. A few minutes later, the game started. The opposing team kicked the ball off as one of the Eagles caught it and began running down the field with it. He then threw it to a teammate... only for him to immediately fumble it. Phil immediately felt his grip on the bench tighten, as rage began flowing through him. He could have easily caught that ball! But no, the coach decided that he had to be benched instead, just because of his condition! It wasn't fair!

The quarterback for the Eagles was now in control of the ball, and was backing it up to throw it to one of the other players. But as soon as he threw it, it was intercepted, and a member of the other team made off with it. That only made Phil even angrier. He could have prevented that! This game could be going in a completely different direction if he was on the field! His fists clenched even further, his grip on the bench getting tighter and tighter as his rage increased and-

CRUNCH! The sound startled Phil into releasing his grip on the bench. When he looked down at it, his eyes widened in shock; the metal appeared to have been crushed completely, as it now seemed to resemble a crumpled-up can of food. But... why? One look at his hands instantly revealed the answer: dark yellow scales were starting to grow across them, spreading up his fingers and down his arms as well. Which could only mean one thing: he was transforming into his eagle form again. He groaned, shaking his head as he watched the familiar changes start to take over. At least this time he wouldn't be disrupting the game again, unless the players got distracted by his changing form. Still, this definitely wouldn't bode well for convincing the coach to let him play again, since he clearly didn't have any control over the changes.

As he watch the scales spread across both his hands, his attention turned to his fingernails. As usual, they were growing out into sharp black claws, perfectly complementing the avian talons his hands were becoming. But wait... something wasn't right. These claws seemed way longer and sharper than they normally were... and not only that they looked like they were spreading down his fingers, encompassing them. Pretty soon, his normal fingers were gone, replaced by these massive black claws. That wasn't right! Confused, Phil looked down at his arms, only to be surprised once again: black spikes were starting to grow on his forearms in clusters, angling back towards his shoulders. That had never happened before, either! What was going on?

Suddenly, Phil felt something something strange in his gut... like some kind of bubbling feeling. He quickly stood up and doubled over, a wave of nausea shooting through his entire body. When the wave passed, he looked down at himself, noticing how much smaller his clothes looked in comparison to his body. He normally tended to grow larger in his eagle form, so that wasn't too much of a shock... but something about this time felt different. He didn't feel more muscular, as he would have in his eagle form; just generally larger. He suddenly began feeling his feet pulse and throb within his shoes, growing larger and larger within them. Finally they broke free, the yellow scales spreading across them looking exactly like the ones on his hands. His toes merged as his toenails grew into sharp black claws, just like always... except once again, the claws began spreading down his toes to replace them entirely. Additional claws burst from each of his heels, and spikes began sprouting from his lower legs, just like they had on his arms. By now, it was clear that this form was different from his usual eagle form... but why?

Another wave of nausea suddenly hit him, causing him to double over again. He felt a sudden pressure build throughout his body as it suddenly began growing once again, pressing against his uniform until it could take no more. With a loud ripping sound, his body finally tore through his clothes, exposing the brown feathers that had been growing underneath them. But hold on... as Phil looked down at his body, he immediately realized that something was very, very wrong. There weren't any feathers growing from the front of his torso: instead, hard brown scales were forming. But these were different from the scales on his hands and feet... in fact, they looked almost reptilian by comparison. He rubbed his hand across them, and... yep, smooth and tough, like a reptile's scales. So... he was turning into some kind of eagle-reptile hybrid? How was that happening?

He suddenly felt something collide with the scales on his belly. He looked down, realizing that it was a football... though it seemed much smaller than before. By now he was over twelve feet tall, so a mere football wasn't going to do much to him... but it was still enough to royally piss him off. Why the hell would someone just throw a football at him like that? He felt the rage building up within him once again, causing his body to undergo yet another growth spurt. As the nausea from his stomach grew more intense, he felt his body growing larger and larger, taking up more and more space around him. Fifteen feet, seventeen, nineteen... bigger and taller he became, drawing more and more attention from everyone in the stadium. He felt an immense pressure from his backside before it exploded out into a ten-foot long muscular tail covered in brown feathers. A line of spikes began growing along the tail as well, before spreading up his back.

The nausea continued to persist, and Phil felt himself growing even larger. Thirty feet tall and counting, he looked around him at everyone in the stadium... everyone who was staring at him. Why? Why did they think that they could just gawk at him like that? Didn't they know that it wasn't polite? More rage began filling him as he felt a sudden pressure in his back, which broke free in the form of two brown-feathered wings. They were absolutely enormous, but still pretty tiny compared to the rest of his body.

The larger Phil grew, the more intense the nausea became... until it finally reached a climax. Phil suddenly doubled over once again, one of his massive hands shooting to his head as he felt the changes course through it. White feathers were sprouting all over it, and he could feel his hair fall out as both the feathers and more black spikes grew in to replace it. He could feel his nose and mouth fusing together as well, hardening and growing out into a massive, jagged beak. With the sudden feeling that he was about to throw up, Phil opened his new beak... only for a large jet of glowing green fire to shoot out from it instead. The jet instantly collided with the stadium walls, melting clean through them. For a moment, there was simply silence. Then, screams immediately erupted throughout the stadium as people began desperately trying to get away, to escape from the behemoth in front of them.

Meanwhile, Phil simply looked down at himself. Looked down at what he had become: a fifty-foot tall eagle-kaiju-esque creature. He felt another wave of nausea rush through him, followed by another jet of glowing green fire shooting from his beak. This one just barely missed the panicked crowd of people, once again colliding with the stadium walls and melting them away to nothing. More screams were heard... which once again ignited the rage within Phil. Why were they running from him? Who did they think they were, trying to get away from him like he was some kind of... monster? Well, fine! If they were going to treat him like a monster, he was certainly happy to act the part!

He reached behind him, grabbing one of the stadium lights and pulling it out of the ground. He then swung it at the stadium walls, breaking them into pieces as the people in the stands ran, desperately trying to avoid getting hurt. Noticing another light on the other side of the field, he began walking forward, the ground shaking with every step as the football players ran from him to avoid being crushed. He immediately grabbed the other stadium light, marveling at how easy it was for him to pull it from the ground. These things had seemed massive to him as a human... but in this form, they were nothing. Again and again he swung them at the walls, occasionally using his radioactive fire breath to melt them as well. And as the people screamed, he simply laughed, carrying on his rampage. It was one hell of a night... filled with glory and utter destruction.

As Phil carried on his rampage, a much smaller figure was watching from the distance. Flapping his wings, the anthropomorphic crow watched the destruction from the skies above, a satisfied grin spread wide across his beak. But a sudden ringing sound startled him into looking at the phone in his hand. Sighing, he pressed the answer button, bringing it up to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, Martin!" said the voice on the other end cheerfully. "Did you do it?"

"I sure did, boss!" said Martin excitedly. "I put the toxic waste on the field in that big yellow container, just like you said to, and sure enough, he fell right into it! And you're not going to believe this, but he thought it was Gatorade! Seriously, how do you confuse toxic waste with Gatorade? Anyway, it did its job pretty well. As soon the game started up, he began transforming, and... well, now he's destroying pretty much everything around him. So yeah, it was a massive success!"

"Great job!" said the voice on the other end, chuckling to himself. When someone's DNA was as unstable as Phil's, that toxic waste could do all sorts of fun stuff to it... like, for instance, transform him into a Godzilla-esque eagle-kaiju monster bent on total destruction. "And you can handle being on cleanup crew, right?"

"Yep!" said Martin, nodding. "Wait for him to change back, make sure nobody gets hurt... and then send them the money they need to repair the stadium, right?"

"Right!" said the voice. Cleaning up their messes was an important part of the job... after all, if Phil got into trouble with anyone, they wouldn't be able to keep transforming him. "Alright then, I'll just leave that to you. Think you can handle it?"

"Absolutely!" said Martin, grinning once again. With that, he hung up the phone and flew off, ready to finish his job.