Try & Stop The Latex

Slowly, the tendrils begin their unstoppable encroachment up your arm. Inch by inch, they consume your skin, leaving a slightly thicker, smoother surface in their wake. In your panic, you lose yourself for a moment, grasping at the glimmering surface with your free hand and trying to pull it away. Instead, the tendrils double back, falling over the hand like a sudden rain shower, splatters of them landing on it. You instinctively shake the hand, trying to get the viscous fluid off, but it holds fast, as though it were adhered to your skin with glue. As you shake the hand harder and more rapidly, hoping that at some point you might build enough momentum to get the splotches off, you can see it in the blur of its motion shifting in colour, turning more and pinker.

By the time you stop, the splotches have already spread to cover the entire back of your hand, and have begun to wrap around the front. It's almost like there's some invisible font in your hand, as the liquid just continues to flow, coating your palm, your wrist, each of your fingers. You feel an immense pressure as your fingers are pushed together, one that you try to fight but that eventually wins out, combining them into two ambiguous masses. Soon, the masses gain more definition, darkening while they begin to look slightly separate from the rest of the hand, and your thumb matching this colouration. After a moment, you can see what's happened: your hand has become a pudgy hoof-hand.

You become aware of a slight give in your other arm, and without even looking you pull back with all your might. You feel pure elation when the arm actually leaves the pool, but when you see that the werewolf is still attached to it and now quite featureless, its entire body the same light pink as the latex that's covered your arm and other hand. It lets go of the hand you'd punched it with, which you now see is a hoof-hand almost identical to the one you'd already gotten. The progression on both sides appears to have stopped now that you've pulled yourself away from that pool, but now you have something bigger to worry about: the werewolf that stands before you, dripping with the light pink liquid that now makes up every part of it and slowly approaching you.