You wake up. It's rather late at night and you find yourself... wait, hasn't this happened already? No... no, that had just been some funky dream you were having. It had to have been, right? Stuff like that can't really happen, right?
Bah, you're being silly. Of course it can't. That weird latex stuff had all been a nightmare, one you've come out of with an unfortunate inability to sleep any more. You need some way to use up your excess energy, and taking inspiration from your dream (as all great minds do) you decide that a quick walk would be a good way to do it. Donning some clothes, you go down to your front door to slip on your shoes... and as you put your feet into them, you hear a slight squishing noise coming from them.
What the heck is in your shoes? You try to pull out your feet, but it seems that their size combined with the volume of whatever you squished makes the shoes just tight enough to make that impossible. Nevertheless, you pull and tug and twist... only to hear a telltale squeak. It's that latex from the wolf from before! It must have come after you, and now it's got your feet!