he gripped his face for a moment before two more eyes took shape on his face, followed by him growing taller and more muscles, ripping a mouth open on his stomach. The hair that was once Megumi's fadded into Sukuna pinkish red hair, messy but his. His shirt had ripped in the process, leaving just his pants. He stood there, panting, slightly hunched. The process hurt, obviously. Maybe a little more than he expected, but he was used to it. It wasnt even Megumi's body anymore, it was Sukuna. Shaped like him, looked like him, built like him. Him.