Working quickly, Lef spun around and threw his rucksack to the ground, struggling slightly as his body was feeling bulkier and heavier than before. Using his now dinner-plate sized paws, Lef managed to open his rucksack after a bit of difficulty - his paws for hands were not dexterous like his human hands once were. As he rummaged, he continued to sweaty nervously from all pores of his body; Lef felt dirty from sweating so much in this strangely humid castle ruins. Lef could smell the acrid and musky odor of gnolls nearby, mixed with a whiff of his own body odor and panic as he sweat.
As Lef dug his paws into his bag, he could see the bristly fur had crawled up almost to his shoulders. His fat paws made it almost impossible to feel for what he was looking for - a potion of cure all. As his new paw pads and larger sized hands continued to throw out random item after random, looking for what he wanted, Lef's boots had begun to feel extremely constricted. He looked down to see what looked like his foot swelling out of the boots. Just a few seconds after checking his feet, Lef sees sharp claws begin to poke out and rip holes in his boot - Lef realizes his feet were not spared from this effect! Lef ignores the strange feelings throughout his body and he continued to rummage as quickly as possible, ignoring every strange rip and tear he heard. By the time the ripping and tearing sounds stopped, Lef was left with enormous gnoll-sized paws for feet, which had begun to sweat a similar odor that Lef had been smelled earlier. Lef's tunic had also torn along the chest, exposing Lef's much more muscular pecs and back muscles. While not normally too hairy, Lef's chest hair had now spread and was thicker and more fur-like than before. The same hair/fur was starting to grow across his back too. Lef's new paws were reflexively tensing and flexing, leaving large sweaty pawprints on the dry stone below. Both of Lef's arms and legs now resembled the gnolls he was sent to dispatch, and the fur only continued to creep upward.
Finally, after about a minute of rummaging, the potion of cure all slipped out of the bag. Lef recognized it by the color (and smell for some reason) of the potion. Carefully holding the potion between his two paws, having fingers almost larger than the potion, Lef cautiously lifted it up to his mouth. Sweating, Lef could feel his paws sweating profusely as well - and the potion was beginning to slide out of his paw pads as a result! To make matters worse, Lef could hear some gnoll guards patrolling and approaching his location. He would need to decide between trying to dispatch more guards, trying to cure himself, or trying to hide the bodies and himself...