Panic floods your body as you squirm violently, trying your best to free yourself from your current predicament, though there's not too much that you can currently accomplish in your present state, your arms (and even referring to them as such is being very generous by this point) stuck in front of you as you hang suspended from your waist, which is currently caught sticking out of the seam in the back of the minotaur suit. The limbs themselves clumsy and awkward, and you can't really tell, but you get the impression that they don't appear to be responding to your commands either. Oh yeah, that's another think actually. It's absolutely pitch dark in there, and you are completely unable to even make out anything, and everything sounds muffled as well. You have other concerns at the moment, however. Even in the best of conditions, it would be rather difficult to free yourself when the suit itself seems to be fusing to you. You can feel the rubbery interior around your head, keeping you restrained, your face pressed deep into the slick, oddly plush material. And even now you can feel it. The same sensations that you felt growing in your arms just moments before, though by now they are beginning to migrate, feeling a surge of terror as they travel through your shoulders and chest, up your neck, and into your head. The suit's lining starts to feel warmer, clinging to your face, which is starting to numb as a discomforting, tingly heat begins to well up. This just makes you redouble your efforts, though it's starting to become much more difficult to move at all, the suit sticking to your skin. You feel a deep pressure all over your head, a shiver running down your spine as it starts to feel more malleable... As if the suit itself was squeezing all over your cranium, remolding you. Your skull feels softer, and your neck stiff. You can sense a strange tugging sensation as your head deforms under the pressure, beginning to mold to the shape t's prison, as your neck cranks upwards and sinks back into your body, your head merging with your torso. Your upper body as well doesn't seem to be immune. Every piece of your being entrapped starting to cling to the suit's inner surface as the changes work up your body. Your shoulders beginning to broaden out, ribs crackling and shifting and shifting into what is undoubtedly going to be the hips and pelvis of a new minotaur. You can feel your breath catch, your lungs no longer seeming to function, as your chest tightens. As horrifying as this is, however, you seem to be suffering no ill effects. The need to breathe seems to be beyond you now, at least for the moment. Meanwhile your throat feels itchy, tickling unbearably, while your mouth starts to heat up, stuck to the rubbery material. Your mouth starts to open wide against your will, and you find yourself unable to shut it, your lips feeling puffy and fuzzy, while the sides of your maw start to pinch together. Your teeth recede into changing flesh, your tongue sticking and fusing into the bottom of your mouth, when suddenly you an involuntary contraction seizes the changing orifice, bringing with it a new feeling. Pleasure. Strange and completely overwhelming, and more than you have ever felt before. It fills your mouth, bringing with it more of that heat, your whole face feeling as though it were a furnace, as your mouth begins to feel all squishy, starting to salivate profusely as thin, runny fluid builds, bringing with it a taste that coats every surface of your mouth, sweet, and slightly salty, making it more difficult to concentrate. Meanwhile more pleasure radiates outwards from your upper back. A soft, supple mound starts to form and connect to the suit, more of that strange, tingling feeling pouring forth... The udder, that's what it has to be. Suddenly a flash feels your vision, disorientating your for a moment, before your vision returns, as good as ever, as well as your sense of hearing, completely unobscured. You find yourself starting down from between a pair of soft, feminine legs, covered in black and white fur, and terminating in a pair of hooves. Well... That's a start.