((You and your wife were on vacation, until a meteorite hit earth on the island you were vacationing on. The entire island was quarantined until the meteor was dealt with. Unfortunately the radiation from said meteor has been having... odd effects)) Ravarra (your wife) was laying on the couch, clutching her stomach as the scales start to spread further down her back, her tail growing longer as the minutes pass. "Please... Husband... hold me." her voice was deeper than it should be as she tries to stay sane, the mutation from the meteor having been too much for her today.