You struggle in the massive web, but it’s no use, the threads more akin to goop as they cover your limbs. It sticks to your hair, and when you try to wipe it away you seem to blink open more eyes than you had before. Fur sprouts across your body, more slime pooling below your arms to form a new pair as your fingers fuse into paws. Mandibles push free from your face just as an abdomen does between your legs, spinnerets already ready to repair the web you’ve damaged.