No, Jean Falls To The Slugs

Jean continues her struggle and you keep playing audience as the slugs emerge from her sleeves and start crawling down her arms. Every time she tries to grasp them, they just seem to squish between her fingers and reform, crawling on unhindered. They quickly reach her wrists, her entire arms thickly covered by black slugs, and then they start crawling their way up her neck. They're moving fast now, wrapping her entire head in mere seconds, and it isn't long before there are slugs covering her from head to toe. You can still hear her muffled screams, but they soon fade into silence as her constant struggling comes to a stop. She stands there, motionless, as the slugs flatten themselves against her skin, creating a form-fitting glossy black coating over her entire body. It's clear by the way she shimmers that they're closely related to that menace that started this night, but right now you can't think of that. You're too strongly drawn to what's happening to Jean.

Her rubber-covered flesh thickens, expanding outwards until her clothing begins to rip. Her arms start to melt into her sides, her legs ceasing to be legs as they leave her pants in tatters and grow until they've combined seamlessly. Her entire body just shifts into a sort of amorphous, elongated blob, and she falls to the ground with a loud, wet slap. Two nubs start to push out from what you can only assume used to be her forehead, her new shape being almost nothing like her human one, and they extend until they're each about a foot in length. A second, far small pair grow out far lower, and then they stop. In fact, everything stops, and she... it... sits there without making a single move, a massive black slug at least as big as you are lying before you on the forest floor.