Not Entirely

"Hmm..." Edmund sounds completely unapologetic, apparently caring more about the change than the fact that his mistake just cost you your ass. "Interesting... you see, I wasn't aware that a single part of an individual could be affected while the rest of their body remains unchanged. You are a fascinating find indeed!" A find? He talks like you're more of a discovery to him than a human being! "I wonder... the infection can clearly conquer the minds of its victims, but could it possibly take control of an individual part of them? Hmm.."

Take control? Of your ass?! You sincerely hope he doesn't mean what you think he does, but you know he couldn't mean anything else. You have to know, is it still your butt or is it a **** to the latex? There must be a way... of course! The tail! If you can wag it, you must be in control back there! You focus all your efforts on making that tail move, hoping against hope that- YES! It moves! Edmund looks like he's entranced by the motion.

"Is this you?" You nod to him. "Spectacular! This must mean that you retain full-"

Just then, you feel a huge movement in your bowels. You try to hold it back, but it refuses and simply let's go... smearing purple latex crap all over the hands Edmund had been using to examine your rump.

"Oh my. That couldn't have been intentional. It seems that the afflicted area loses some control to the infection. I should really be writing this all down!" As he mentions writing, he notices the latex goop on his hands. "Incredible! Either this is waste produced by the infestation or some new way for it to reproduce. Oh, I do hope it's the latter! I'm so curious to see if this substance you've expelled is capable of passing the affliction on to me! Maybe it's managed to spawn a completely new being! Ooh, all the possibilities!"

If you didn't know any better, you'd think his hands were covered with hundred dollar bills rather than potentially infectious parasitic latex.