There's no point in leaving, not with the tongue you have, so you decide to try and wake the man up. He rouses slowly and gasps as he sees your tongue. He then looks to his shoulder, already half covered in purple latex, and sighs.
"Thanks for trying to help me" he says getting to his feet. "My name is Josh Arvant. I used to work for a biochemical company known as Biolatex Industries. We were researching ways to make out latex more organic and nature friendly when one of our workers had an accident and fell into a vat. We tried to save him but it was too late. The latex started to coat his body and turned him into that wolf creature you saw. It also warped his mind so that he wanted to change the world into creatures like himself. He started biting everyone in the plant - nothing we could do could stop him! I only barely managed to escape. He must have tracked me down, though." He looked to his arm, which was now coated in latex, the clothing on it seeming to slowly dissolve. Where the bite marks were a red stain slowly started spreading outwards. Oddly the man's fingers seemed to be shaping themselves into feathers rather than paws. "Looks like I'm becoming a red duck." He said rather calmly "The latex gets into your head pretty quickly after the changes start, I'd advise you to run, but it's already too late for you" he added, pointing to your tongue.
You want to protest, but with the tongue you can't. As it wriggles in your mouth, however, you notice it doesn't feel all that bad. In fact it actually feels pleasant. As you start to wonder why you were even bothered by it, you feel the latex begin to spread inside your mouth, coating your teeth. You feel your nose begin to stretch outward as the latex expands. Finally your nose and mouth are long enough to retract your tongue.
"This feels kinda weird, but nice." You say as you feel the latex spread across your face altering it. "Am I becoming an anteater?"
"A green one, it seems. Shall we warn the town?"
You look at Josh. His question goes through your brain slowly. A few minutes ago you'd have said yes, but with the wonderful feeling of latex slowly covering your body, you begin to wonder why.
Josh's one arm has become a beautiful red latex wing, and the latex itself is spreading slowly across his chest. You notice that his shirt is dissolving in some places to be reformed in latex in others. It seems to be turning into a white latex tank top. You know there isn't much time before you too start to change, and you already realize your mind is slowly altering. There's a chance that you and he could warn the town, but you might also want to infect them.