Yeah that went badly....or did it? Sure you've managed to tightly cocoon your lower legs in living latex but theres got to be a bright side. Then you see it. When the latex stretched it got thinner, maybe it you pull it again it'll get thin enough to tear? You bite your lip thoughtfully, looking for another option, but the blue slime vibrates against your flesh, sending a warm sensation running through your body. This isnt time for thinking, its time for action!
You grip the edge of latex again and start to pull, just as the slimes kitty face appears in a bubble, apparantly smiling at your eagerness to play again. The mass wobbles and moves easily this time, flowing up over your legs as though you were pulling a blanket. You can feel the latex against your skin as you do so, its not unpleasant but the thought of it touching you is a cause of concern. Afterall, what happened to the clothes you were wearing? You shake your head and pull harder, trying to convince yourself your mistaken.
As you slide it over your hips and ass it finally seems thin enough to tear and you adjust your grip accordingly, twisting and pulling in opposite directions. The slime kittys face distorts in the bubble, an image of feline rage and the latex slips through your fingers and slaps painfully against your skin of your stomach. You curse loudly as the whole thing tightens, squashing your legs together, blue latex wobbling a little as it does so with a strange warmth running through your whole lower body. You lift your top, trying to dig your fingers under the edge of the material, but its simply too tight and your digits slide off the slick material.
You nearly loose your balance, tightly bound in the shiny blue material from the hips down as you are, wincing as sudden pins and needles spread thoughout your lower half and run your hands over the smooth surface, trying to massage some circulation back into your imprisioned legs. You gasp and frown as something feels very off under the latex, a burning heat replacing the pins and needles...you can suddenly no longer support yourself, tumbling to the ground, your lower half bending in an un-natural boneless way.
You scrabble once more at the junction of latex and flesh, desperatly trying to remove the slime, giving you the perfect view as a pattern begins to form on the blue latex, starting near your new waist and flowing downwards. You groan in dismay, recognising fish scales as the change spreads downwards. The latex flows over your feet, remolding them into a wide blue fishes tail. Theres a gentle pop somewhere and the kitty slime is back, bouncing about its new creation like your its favourite toy at playtime.
You blink as sensations return to your lower half, the tarmac your laying on rough and hard against your new tail. You touch it uncertainly, not willing to accept your eyes as you notice something off about the scale pattern adorning you - each one is shaped like the little kitty ears of your tormentor! Your not just a mer-man...your a purr-man...but as the slimes draw closer to you for how long?