You pick the purple fox as you find it the most adorable. The vendor ties it off onto your arm and you enjoy the rest of the carnival.
Feeling tired, you head on home to bed. You tie the purple fox to your bedpost that has no chewing gum on it [and if you get that reference yer too old or have had it drilled in yer head by a parent/grandparent] and go to sleep.
You wake up the next morning and immediately notice that your balloon is gone, only a limp string is left.
You sit up with a succession of "squeaks" like balloons rubbing together. You raise your hand to scratch your head and gasp as it is now a semi-transparent purple fox paw.
You leap out of bed (squeaka-squeaka) and rush to your mirror. What looks back at you is a human-sized anthropomorphic purple inflatable fox. No, a vixen, to judge by the breasts and lack of male parts.
[NOTE: If you were female before this is no shock. However, if you were male, then tough luck, yer female now.]
You rub your paws all over your slightly squishy squeaky semblance [try sayin' that five times fast] with the requisite squeaks.
"My god. What happened? What am I going to do?" you murmur to yourself, slowly being turned on by the whole experience.
On closer examination of your apparently fully functional foxdom, you notice some writing surrounding your nipples. On your left nipple there is:
D-0-I------------->|
the long arrow being a slowing thickening line
and on the right nipple there is:
0-BR-BE-BU-BO
What should you do?