"Karyn...we have to go. I broke the window to get in here. I'm not sure but there might have been an alarm. Can you get up?"
Karyn sniffled. "I think so...but I might need some help." Jon pulled her to her feet, eliciting a series of violent snorts, though the effort seemed to nearly wrench his arm out of his socket. She must have weighed three hundred pounds. Jon saw that her hands had changed to. She had only three thick fingers, the digits beyond the last joints dominated by a great, rounded, black nail, almost a hoof.
"Come on...I don't think we can get you through the window. We'll have to see if we can break down the door."
And Jon tried, but he'd never been very athletic. The jocks at school often made sport of his scrawny physique. All he accomplished was bruising his shoulder.
"Jon, wait. Let me do it."
"You?"
"Force equals mass times acceleration, remember? And I have a a lot of mass." Karyn laughed bitterly, punctuated by an oink that made her visibly cringe. Gathering her strength for a running start, Karyn ran full force at the door. Her shoulder impacted, causing a rather disturbing ripple throughout her whole bloated body, followed by violent jiggling. But the door gave way, and she landed outside with a loud oink as she hit the pavement.
"Are you ok?" Jon asked, helping her up.
"Yeah snort. Just a little bruised." She smiled sheepishly. They were free. And not a moment too soon. From the front of the building, Jon saw flashing police lights approaching. Luckily, they had taken the back door.
"Come on, let's get you out of here." He grabbed her hand and began running.
"Jon, snort oink where are we going?" She called after him, but he didn't have time to explain.
