No sound came when Tosh tried to scream, for
well-established literary reasons. It did
something, though, even if Tosh couldn't quite figure out
what just at first blush. Something was shaking and vibrating, much like your vocal chords would shake and vibrate when yelling. But as his mind was still trying to put together just what had happened, it might take Tosh a little bit to figure out just what he was doing.
Now that the changes had stopped, Tosh would have a moment to kind of grasp what was going on. He didn't have limbs, that much was for sure -- any attempt to wriggle said arms and legs was going nowhere. And he didn't appear to have a head or anything, though he
could look around -- and, in fact, he could find he could look around in a full circle, rotating his vision quite easily. How
that worked without eyes or a head or neck was another question, perhaps one for non-screaming Tosh on another day.
His senses had come back decently strongly; that sense of being anesthetized and the slow fuzz fading away as his brain (did he have a brain? Mind?) gradually started processing the information it was receiving in more familiar ways. He could feel the carpet of the dorm room underneath; hear the shuffling of people outside. Everything was much
bigger, for sure; Will stood there, looking down at him, the size of...well, it was hard to put into context. A city bus, flipped onto it's end? A shipping container on it's side? He certainly wasn't tree-sized, unless it was a smaller tree. Tosh was clearly taller than Will's ankle, but didn't reach his knee.
He also felt a little strange. Well, OK; he felt
very strange from the whole shifting process, but that had at least stopped actively tingling and happening; he was shift
ed, as in the past tense. But now, he had a sensation of...well, again, difficult to exactly translate in his head. Of like he had just had a big lunch? Something like that. A feeling of fullness. Not an inherently unpleasant feeling -- it wasn't like he had had
too much to eat and was regretting it. More like the kind of full you are after you had just had a great meal and couldn't eat any more, thank you, no need to bring out the dessert menu. Or maybe it was like shifting from Tosh to Bruce without changing into an unstable molecule uniform -- a feeling of
tightness, before his rippling shark muscles would shred through a labcoat?
It was a new sensation, at the very least.