No, It Reacts

You sit down and shove your leg the rest of the way in, and the latex washes away completely, leaving only the thick, dark oil covering you. Satisfied, you pull your pants back on. You make a comment to Steve about how easy it'll be to get the stuff off, but you're met only with his screams.

Turning around, you see brown latex shooting up your ally's arm at an alarming rate. His chest quickly expands under his shirt, and then his legs. Large, clawed brown paws explode from his shoes, his pants tearing along their seams from the growth. Within seconds, the latex is shifting up his neck, engulfing his face and leaving a large, toothy mouth in its place. Where Steve once stood, there is now a massive six-foot latex bear, its face filled with rage.

"Holy..." you start, before 'Steve' batters you with a paw, launching you to the side. You hit the ground hard, barely managing to rise to your feet before he delivers another blow and throws you several feet further. When he leaps on top of you, drooling onto your face, you can tell he's out to do more than change you - he wants you dead. Your only hope is to get to the oil, but he's already hit you too far away from it for that to be easy, and with him standing on top of you it's going to be a bit difficult to get back over there. You look around for options, but there's nothing within reach.

All you've got are your wits and a gigantic bear that's ready to rip your throat out.