No time to think Ben tips the vial up and lets the honey thick antidote pour out in a long thin string. As the sour tasting stuff coats his tongue a shivering shudder shakes his body from head to toe.
The man in Grey is now becoming so hairy but the hair is the same color as was his suit.
Ben looks toward the man who by now is so much changed he can not speak anything but Donkey like sounds. In fact as he stands there his suitcoat has ripped and fallen to the floor.
Breathing in rapid short breaths the man is petting his expanding and furry chest as if he is admiring what he is becoming. As his hips expand the buckle of his belt snaps off and flies past Ben's surprised face.