You try to hop away from the puddle of goo you’ve stepped in, but it’s too late. It surges up with a mind of its own, enveloping first your feet, and then your legs. You barely have a moment to cry for help before it starts spreading further, resisting your attempts to wrench it off. It’s wet and warm and sticky, uncomfortably so even as you feel your body being turned into the same goo.
Your bones liquify into goop painlessly, heat enveloping your body as the slime mimics the bones you once had, albeit with a more equine twist. You can say goodbye to your human body, for it’s far too late to get it off now…