Time For Round 2

The werewolf lunges at you, grasping at your face in a clumsy, almost zombie-like way. You pull back to try and avoid it, but it still manages to catch the collar of your shirt, slicing through it with ease despite the fact that it looks like it's made of some kind of half-melted latex ice cream. You feel it not scratching your chest as it moves its claw down, but rather rubbing it, reaching your waist before you're finally out of its reach. Looking down, you see a puffy pink streak running down your torso, all along where it had touched you. In your momentary shock, you fail to see it coming in for a second **** until it's far too close, grasping your unchanged arm at its shoulder and leaving a glob at the top. The glob appears to melt, flowing down your arm by gravity alone, until soon both arms are fairly porcine in appearance.

Reasoning that what he's already managed to get at couldn't get any worse, you make a pair of awkward fists out of your trotter-like hands and assume a fighting stance. Before it gets another chance to touch you, you rear back, and then launch a fist straight at its chest with all your might... only to see it fly clear through the werewolf, your arm ending up lodged in his slimy chest and your fist stuck on the other side. Taking advantage of this, the wolf lifts one of his arm, wriggling his drippy "fingers" tauntingly before plunging it down your pants.

You feel the goop cupping your crotch, and can see the slight bulge at the front of your pants where he's placed his claw. Soon, you see the bulge begin to spread, the tops of your legs becoming slightly thicker, just growing enough for it to be visible through your pants. The thickness begins to make its way down, leaking up until it reaches your feet and you see the stuff pour over your feet. At the same time, you hear a slight tearing from behind, and turning back you see that your ass has grown as well, a cute curly tail extending just above it. Just above it, you see more of the pink substance and realize that the streak he'd left along the front of your torso has circled around the back, covering the whole thing in shiny pink and making you just a little pudgier than you'd been before. In shock, you step back and hear clops as you do. Looking down, you see that the latex has dissolved your shoes, leaving you with a pair of pig's hooves in place of your feet.

At this point, you realize that everything below your neck looks like some kind of a demented cross between a human and a pig, with maybe some balloons thrown in for good measure. Your entire body doesn't appear to have gained much girth, but you're certainly "thicker", and most definitely shinier. Your foot has no dexterity, and you find your hands far more awkward to work with. In fact, looking over yourself, you realize that the tattered shirt and surprisingly intact pants are the only things that remain of your previous body. Well, those and your head. When you notice that the wolf's left some part of you human and that you're still in control, you start to back away from it, trying to distance yourself so that it can't get a good grasp on what little you have left. You eye it cautiously, watching for any sudden movements towards you. Unfortunately, you don't see its next act coming: rather than move towards you, it simply grabs a chunk of goop from its chest and slings it at your face.

You start to panic again, more than at any other point tonight, as the goop suffocates you. All of your senses are blocked as your entire head is enveloped, and you can't even hear the sounds of whatever screams you might be managing to get out. Then, a few seconds later, you start getting some air and swallow it greedily. The light starts to come back to your vision, and while everything still looks blurry, you can see that the wolf has left. The silence makes it hard to tell whether or not you can hear, so you experimentally stomp a hoof, and when you hear a loud CLOP you're glad to know that you can hear again. You're not quite so glad when your sight returns fully and you see what's ahead of you: a long pig's snout, pulling out from your face. You try to scream, but what comes out only sounds half like a human scream, the other half undeniably a porcine squeal. Reaching your hoof-hands up to your head, you try to feel it with your palms your "fingers" being fairly useless, and can feel two smooth, floppy ears at its sides.

You fall to the floor, completely incapable of grasping what's just happened to you, or the changes that your body's gone through. But then, you reason, maybe that's not what's happened here. It's all thicker than it was before, not by much, but by enough. Maybe it's just some kind of coating or costume, something you could get off somehow? When what must pass as a smile spreads across that snout of your you start to feel a little more pessimistic, but... well, you have to try. And besides, on the plus side, you've still got your pants on.