Determination Keeps You Going.

You are concerned about your hands but as you continue you can't help but continually brush past the hanging leaves on each side of the pathway, unaware that each moment in contact with the plans continue to slowly convert your robe into a perversion of its former self.

Each step you take you can feel the robe shrink just that little bit more around you. "Damn robes,' You mutter. You need them though, so you can't remove them, even after you realise what is happening to them.

After breaking through a particularly dense bush you stop on the path to catch your breath.

Only now do you realise a growing constriction all around your body!

Looking down you see your robe has been completely transformed into a rubber version of its former self. What's more it's lost all its colour and is a shiny black! But strangely it seems to have kept all the patterns that were on the robe. If this were back at Wargsnouts you would marvel at such a robe. But here you _needed _it. Desperately!

But the constriction is affecting you more than you are comfortable with. You quickly grasp the belt to undo it but feel your hands skid off the former fabric belt. It too is also rubber!

Looking closer you see the belt has moulded itself into thick tentacles that even now tie themselves in a knot and contract around you even further before stopping when you utter your first moan.

Again you pull at the tentacle belt to pry it off but it easily resists your attempts before melting a little into itself and thus sealing the knot.

As you furrow your brow in concern you feel your gloves expand to meld with the sleeves of your robes and shrinks around your forearms.

You wonder how your feet are doing, walking so much on the rubbery grass with your bare feet, surely they are ok? Alas no. Your feet have also been completely coated in a thick coating of latex. The coating extends up over your ankles and legs, all the way under your robe and out of sight.

As you bend over to try to see, you can feel your newly rubberised robe squeeze your butt! You stand up again quickly and realise its not just rubberising you, its growing a mind of its own, around you!

"I really need to get out of here."