Immediately panic fills you as your foot sinks into the pool of pink rubber, especially with the fate of the other man still fresh in your mind. You have to get out of here. You try to yank your leg out of the goop with all of your might, and... To your surprise, find yourself tumbling over, landing in a heap alongside the pink puddle. You lay there for several minutes, your head spinning. You feel rather... Silly, all things considered. Perhaps you might have overreacted, just a little. With a huff you start to pick yourself back up, seeming no worse for the wear. As you start to stand, though, you suddenly feel the startling sensation of the coarse, cold asphalt on flesh. Further inspection only confirms your suspicions, looking down to see your foot illuminated in the halogen glow of the street light. Motherfucker even took the sock.
You glance back towards the thieving goo, and can easily make out your purloined footwear, slowly being drawn into the depths. It's mocking you. For a moment you seriously consider retreat. The latex has already beat you once, and those monsters might still be around. Yet... You aren't relishing the idea of running home, or wherever else might offer you some form of shelter, barefoot considering the situation. Your poor sole is already starting to feel rather tender. That's not the only consideration, however. The fact that you've been humbled by a puddle of rubber is also raising your hackles some. It was easy enough to get out yourself, so maybe you can also extract your shoe from it's watery grave.
With a bit of trepidation you brace yourself along the edge of the latex, reaching out towards the shoe cautiously, though the glossy liquid seems to care very little. Feeling a bit more confident now you latch on- Just as the puddle bubbles and claims the rest of the shoe, taking your hand with it! By the time you realized what's happened it's swallowed up your wrist, and this time it seems determined to keep a firm grip on it's prey. You yelp, falling on your ass in shock. You can feel the smooth, cold liquid latex flowing over your flesh hugging every inch, every crevice, squeezing tightly at your entrapped hand. You frantically try to pull yourself free again, but have a bit more difficulty than before, and with every little move pressure builds. The unprotected skin starts to feel hot and tingly, and your whole hand is numbing under the onslaught, only causing your anxiety and fear to build, and your struggles to become more desperate. Finally you seem to be making a bit of headway, starting to pull your arm back ever so slowly with each tug, though the rubbery liquid clings tight, and you are scared that it might just pull the rest of you in. You try to get as much leverage as you can, preparing for one more heave with all of your strength. As you pull back you begin to feel the resistance lessen, the latex seeming to yield, before finally giving up it's prize, a thick glob of the slime falling away, suddenly seeming a lot less viscous as it pours back into the puddle.
You stand there panting for breath, scared out of your wits, yet victorious and, more importantly, alive. As much as your experience has frightened you, it has also emboldened you, to a certain extent. You are still down your shoe, but at least you have your hand. At least, that's what you think at first. As reason returns, you start to notice that your hand feels rather odd. When you finally take a look in it, you feel your heart leap into your throat once you comprehend just what it is you are seeing. That is not a human hand. The extremity in question shimmers slightly in the light, coated in pearlescent latex. That alone would be one thing, but you seem to also be down a few digits- Instead of four fingers and a thumb, you have just three "fingers", stubby, fat little things tipped with firm rubber claws, those being a deep crimson color, as if painted. You try wiggling them, and they respond to your commands, making little squeaks as they rub against eachother. You can't even feel the missing fingers, to your horror. Your hand itself seems longer, a bit thinner, but also a lot sturdier. Turning it over, you find neon pink pads on the bottom just below where the digits stop, as well as one pad on the underside of each digit. It looks like an animal's paw... A hindpaw.
You feel over your changed hand, rubbing it, squeezing it... You find that it still feels just as sensitive as it did before. More surprising is that you aren't able to detect any hints of muscle, bone or flesh underneath. It feels warm, smooth, and soft, squishing a little when pressure is applied to it, just a little. The pads themselves feel bizarre, like little cushions. A chill run down your spine. It isn't covering your hand. This paw is your hand. Near your wrist you can even see white latex transition into living flesh.