A squeal escapes you as you fall, the goo tripping you up. You fall into what feels like endless darkness, though perhaps it’s only for seconds. The goo spreads and squelches up your legs, and perhaps that’s the only thing that stops you from injuring yourself when you finally land. Even if it’s because there’s slime covering and melding with your body.
You can’t get it off, not that it stops you from trying despite the feeling of your ears pushing upwards and curling. Something tickles at your nose like whiskers, and a long tail pushes free from between your legs as you sneeze. Your fingers have been turned into something akin to paws, nails changing to claws and fur sprouting from your new body.