At last Mary found the human vial, however, she had difficulty grasping it in her new paws....balancing it precariously on the back of them...she managed to bite down on it with her teeth. "Now what?" She thought. "How can I get the cork off without fingers...?" She knew she couldnt just bite down and break it...it could hurt her mouth. Even as she thought this, the tingle spread over her face and features.
"No!" She mentally cried. "Already she felt like tiny ants were swarming her face....but knew this was the fur creeping along her skin. Her nose itched...and jaws ached...teeth panging inside her gums. As she watched...her nose began to broaden forming together with her mouth as it began to painfully stretch out awaway from her eyes even as the distance between her eyes widened. She gasped...feeling her jaws clench with newfound power...though the vial remained safely in her teeth....as her new muzzle formed out...her nose became soft and moist...whiskers sprouting from her upper lip as it clefted in the center...her mouth now resembling the muzzle of a large cat of prey....inside her mouth she felt her tongue pressing against the now dry insides...her tongue feeling different, course as sandpaper. That was not the worst of it though. Her teeth began to pang even more painfully, the gums darkening as her teeth distended out into sharp fangs...the white leaving them as they changed from the teeth of an omnivore...to the fangs of a carnivore....filling the entirety of her muzzle as her new tongue did. Her lips blackened as she felt her new powerful jaws suddenly slipping away from the vial. "NO!" she screamed...her voice now low and gravely...unable to do a thing as the vial fell upon the floor.