You're so tired as the moss envelops you like a blanket. So tired of running and just wanting to rest that you can barely put up a fight... You blink slowly as the sunlight warms your body, causing something in your mind to turn happy as the goo spreads. You idly squish forming paws, unsure as to why you had struggled for so long against something like this.
A short muzzle sprouts from your face, goo dripping as some sort of coo escapes your new maw. A thick tail sprouts from you, flicking and then growing longer and longer. You grab onto it, another coo escaping as you hold onto your new oh-so soft limb. Yes, you like this, with the warm sun and a fluffy fur covered body that you could definitely get used to...