Hmm, that’s tough. I know my favorite devolved monsters: Gamorreans, the pig-ogre guards from Jabba’s palace. Imagine if you were a human bounty hunter who let a crime lord down one too many times – as punishment, he’d arrange to have you transformed, rather than capturing you. In a gritty bar somewhere, you feel the first tingle of the change as your nose flares and pushes out into a snout. You try to pay for your drinks and leave, but your mind is already getting stupid – you can’t do simple math. As you wander from the bar, your skin goes green and you hold your hands up in front of you – watching as your fingers get thick, your arms bulking with brutish muscle. You know this is bad – you need to find a way to stop the transformation, but as soon as you think it you can’t remember why. You snort through your nostrils, licking your tongue and feeling your lower teeth grow into tusks.
Feels good. Powerful. Strong. Want to fight, want to fuck. Find some other boars to do both to.
With no more thought than that, you lumber off toward the sound of snorting in an alley.
Awesome