(This is a different take on the title of the alternate this is based on. So the first bit is the same)
Tim just threw the dice, wanting to just get his turn done with. Double sixes landed him in front and he didn't feel so bad when he took the card and read it aloud.
"'You'll be the cutest one here, all to soon, so shape up and get ready to go coon.'"
"Cutest one? But Mary is still right here." Phil was quick to compliment his piggly wife.
"Coon so that means raccoon I guess." Tim took a heavy gulp. "Not sure about the rest though."
"Maybe by 'shape up' it means you'll get all buff?" Kelly said.
"Maybe." A sudden daze fell over Tim who dropped the card to the ground and slumped back in his chair.
"Oh man, I suddenly feel woozy. Is this how it happens?" He asked the others.
"Mine hurt." Sara sneered.
"Mine felt great." Phil chuckled.
"Looked good too." Mary added.
"Feeling really hot. Really, really hot." Almost unconsciously, Tim undid his jeans and pulled them off, kicked his sneakers off too followed by his boxers.
His shirt would have joined the rest of his clothes on the floor, if he hadn’t realised his legs were covered in a strange gel-like substance that was slowly creeping up his legs. He frantically tried to pull the strange goo off, but yelped in pain as it felt as if it were now part of his body.
“Help! I think it’s eating me!” Tim said in a panicked voice as the substance swallowed his waist, the bottom of his shirt similarly swallowed, the substance changing to the same emerald green colour to match it. The rest of them looked on, helpless as the substance continued moving upwards. Now nothing but his head remained. Tears were falling from his eyes, as the substance covered him fully.