What does one do in this situation? No. No time to think, another moment dedicated to thinking is an eternity dead -- or worse. Without another moment's hesitation, you pull back your fist and attack the latex bear who was once your friend. Right on target! Your fist hit him right in the nose, knocking him to the side. Time to get out of here. You try to get up and run, but you're pulled back as soon as you get arm's length away from him.
Oh... Oh no. The worst situation has manifested itself. Your hand is stuck in his shiny black latex nose. He isn't staying down long; you need to escape. Unfortunately, the more you struggle, the more the latex seems to pull and spread up your forearm. A growl. The latex bear is regaining its stance. You panic and pull with all of your strength, which you seem to have underestimated. Your now shiny black arm releases itself from his face, but now you have a new problem on your hands.
You come to a realization of why you were able to get your arm out. The black latex has spread up your entire arm up to the shoulder and is slowly progressing. Where the latex has covered your arm, you seem to have gained a considerable amount of muscle -- and all of the weight that comes with it. Your new black hand is big and bulky. Your fingers are stubbier while the implication of rubber fur seems to end at your wrist.
The bear still hasn't forgotten you. Run! He's begun to charge at you in the alley, so you do what anyone would do: scream and run as quickly as possible. A problem presents itself in the weight of your new arm. The weight is putting you off balance as you try to stumble through the alleys. As you run...