So now you still kneel there on thin legs, stuck in your kitchen door by your antlers and giraffe neck of your original head, covered nearly completely in the black latex that came out of that creepy trick glove and had to wait for the latex to change your body. Not covered were only the finished parts, which were said antlers, the unicorn horn and the boars tusks on your original head and your fox tail central on your ass.
And you are bored. You didnīt have anything to do while you wait, and didnīt get any idea how to improve your situation. You canīt call someone for help without hands, and even if you could you wouldnīt be able to talk with them, only howl, yelp and yip, croak or cry to them. And without hands you canīt write anything. You could try to get a pencil in your pinchers, but most likely would only break the pencil. And your dragon claws were to stiff to be useful.
Maybe something to use on the computer? you thought, but what? Through the antlers you couldnīt use the unicorn horn, as the would block the horn from reaching the keyboard. The same applied to the beak on your left head, it would be blocked by the elephant tusks, which themselves were to near to each other to be useful. The wolf muzzle was to big to hit individual keys and the triceratops horns would block each other as well, so your heads are out of use. Maybe you could control your frog tongue enough to work this out, but you doubt it.
Like you thought before the dragon claws were to stiff to do anything useful. The elephant feet themselves were too big again, you could possible squash the keyboard with them. The hooves were also to big, leaving again only the pinchers to grab something and type, because they alone were also to big for individual keys. And your more solid tails were to uncontrollable to type.
Slowly the latex receded back together, letting you see more and more of your monster body. As uncomfortable as it was you fell asleep after an hour kneeling there. You didnīt dream anything, so when you woke up again after around six hours it took a bit for you to register that it wasnīt a dream. But it was a weird view from your changed eyes, and unlike before you couldnīt just close your eyes to make it easier. Only the cat eyes could be closed and that didnīt help you. The latex had mostly receded by now, except for the dragon wings and the saurian tail, but you could feel that they were nearly finished growing. It said something about twenty-four hours or faster, but itīs only around eight hours since I got the unicorn horn. You thought sad. On the other hand you could now try to free yourself from the door.
Pushing the door with your hooves and the enhanced strength of the gorilla muscles you got the door open, crushing whatever had blocked the door. Moving your heads back you see that it was the old bar stool you got some time ago. It had steel legs to hold more weight, but now it had been squished nearly flat by you. You still couldnīt get through the door as your wings were still latex covered and you couldnīt fold them, but you saw that the tail was now free of latex.
Half an hour later the latex receded from your wings and you were finally able to fold them up, but with some difficulty. You first needed a bit to work the new muscles into doing what you wanted them to do, and folding the wings must be done in the right order to not hurt yourself. Meanwhile the latex had now formed a collar around the base of your giraffe neck instead of a glove on the right hoof.
When you finally were back in the living room you look in the mirror again. You really look like a three-headed centauric monster.
One head with a sunflower frame on a green branch like neck with elephant ears and tusks beside an eagle beak, bright cat eyes and crowned by bull horns on top.
The second, your original head, towering above the rest by a giraffe neck, framed by a neon-green lions mane and bright red cat ears, spotting these awful fly eyes that splinter your vision, a wolfs muzzle with a pink pig nose in front and some smaller tusks beside it, crowned by the stags antlers and the unicorn horn in the center.
Then the last head on a red colored neck, framed by feathers with pink bunny ears on top, three horns of a triceratops around your snake like eyes, and a normal looking mouth with an expandable tongue like a frog with these spider things beside it.
The front-half of your body bulked with gorilla muscles on your chest and all four arms you have now. Two with useless horse hooves and the other with big crab pinchers on the end. Then these red dragon wings on your upper back that stick out of the green turtle shell that covering the rest. Under the chest you have a orange kangaroo pouch.
The centauric back-half had that rough crocodile skin on the back, ending in a bright red baboon ass, spotting five different tails. The lower one is a thick, long green saurian tail, above sits a shorter fox tail and above that was that small spiraled, pink pig tail. On one side of the fox tail sits that long, naked rat tail and on the other the short tail of a cow, ending in a tuft of fur. Hanging down from that body half is a big cow udder and on the end is a dog sheath with big bull balls beneath it. And you know how big that donkey cock inside is.
All that stands on four really thin spider legs, which shouldnīt be able to carry your weight or lift the thick elephants feet of the floor, which spotted sharp dragon claws instead of normal nails.
You tried to grab some pencils with your pinchers only to break them instantly. They are just not made to grab something this small you think. But much bigger wasnīt an option for hitting individual keys. You tried both your rat tail and the frog tongue, but both were way to twitchy and vague in hitting the right keys on the keyboard. You were completely helpless this way. You could only hope someone you know came here and didnīt flee when seeing you. Maybe you could show whoever came the instructions of the former glove and can be helped then.