Luke chokes and coughs as he starts to gag on the latex. "Ack! What have I done!" He
can feel the latex slide around his throat, coating his insides just as much as his outsides.
"Arf? Woof! Bark bark!" He stopped, tilted in head, "Arf...? Yip!" The latex had no crept
up to his ears, causing his now pointy wolf ears to drop down in confusion. "Arf arf!" He
barked again in desperation. Luke was truly panicking now, 'I can't talk anymore!' he
thought, getting up from his bed.
He started to pad around his room nervously on all fours. "Arf..." Man, this was insane! It
all started with just some wolf paws, and now he was on all fours with wolf ears, a wolf
voice, and... what was he forggetting? "Yip!" He spun around, looking at his rear ad the
latex messaged his spine. It started to extend out from it's base, still covered in latex,
creating a long wagging tail. Luke sighed, 'Oh right... a tail.'
"Arf arf yip woof woof..." He said, meaning to say, 'Well at least I don't have a muzzle.'
On that last bark though, he discovered that the latex in his throat had been busy. His
tongue was now flat and black, covered in latex siliva. It was far too big for his human
mouth as well. It dangled in front of him as he started panting. "Arf... arf..." He cursed
himself mentally, 'Man, maybe I want that muzzle now...' He sighed.
Not knowing what else to do, he padded into the bathroom, with the intent on taking
advantage of it's full length mirror.