Beep Boop

Well, that's that. The beaker is tipped over, its contents clinging to your hands. The thick, slimy substance glimmers like an oil slick as it forms around the details of your fingers, your knuckles, your wrists. The goo starts to spread down your arms, but more tellingly, you feel a strange pressure in your fingers first, and then your palms, as the goo around your hands starts to move on its own, stretching and pulsating, pressing down around you... kneading you. Kneading your hands into paws. You do not know why it doesn't hurt. It's like the rubbery goo has absorbed into you, through your skin, through your muscle, through your bones, and become moldable.

The remodeling continues shortly behind the wave of slime the continues to cover you. You feel your wrists stretch and compress and rearrange. You feel the slime run up your shoulders and start wrapping around your back.

It becomes aggressive.

It begins to really, truly dig into you.

The slime injects itself into your spine and shoulder blades, immediately dulling the nerves into a pleasant, cathartic pressure-release feeling as your arms are wrenched from their sockets. The sludge sculpts your shoulders and collar to begin set up a quadrupedal gait, which your cute, beautiful black rubber paws will get full use out of.

You got distracted with the sensation of losing your arms in lieu of a new pair of legs, and now it's over your mouth. In your mouth. Down your throat. Up your nose. Over your eyes. In your ears. You immediately begin to panic at the sheer sensory deprivation of losing your speech, sight and hearing, alongside the sensory overload of the slime invading everything it can touch.

The fear subsides as you realize you no longer need to breathe. Your face and head feels... simplified. You are now aware that your mouth no longer has an inside. It's just solid rubber. No teeth, no longue, nothing. You feel a sensation of your throat... flattening. Your voicebox has vanished. Your hearing returns, thankfully, but not your sight. You won't need it, most likely.

You truly no longer have a face beyond a cute, pink, triangular little kitty nose. Your snout pushes out to match the feline ears that have formed on your head.

Suddenly, you lose your balance as your hips are wrenched out of their sockets. The slime has taken a firm grip on your legs and is now reshaping it with extreme force. Your thighs round out and thicken, your heels and knees crack and tingle with the reshaping force as you're given digitigrade feline legs. Your feet are turned into shiny rubber paws that match your first pair. Little paw pads puff up out of you, turning pink.

A tingle runs down your spine. Crack. Crack. The slime injects between your vertebrae as is lengthens your torso and begins to extend into a cute, fully-articulated tail.

You realize just how aware of your body you are now. You're on all fours, tingling, and... fizzing. Something inside you is disappearing.

Everything inside you is disappearing.

Your skeleton. Your organs. All of it becoming one with the rubber that has formed your new rubber coating. Yet, your sensations, thoughts and feelings remain, albeit... floaty. Like you've been lightly dazed, a silly, light feeling. Your nerve endings and brain have been converted to an imprint inside you, to contain your electro-chemistry within you forever, providing you with a mimicry of autonomy.

You feel so safe. You have been reshaped into a 1 foot tall, shiny black rubber cat. 4 rubbery paws, a flicky tail, a little pointy snout, and few other features to speak of. It feels so perfect. It feels so perfect, like you were always meant to become this.

You sense a warmth. A sunbeam, 3 feet away. Taking your first steps with your finalized, permanent body, you navigate to it and lay down. The warmth, comfort, and overall feeling of sheer ease washes over you like a cleansing bath. You have no aches or discomforts, minimal thoughts, and an unending, pure feeling of bliss that will stick with your for all of time.