Thomas recoiled from searching for the keys after realising that the cotton wool filling the car was spreading whatever it was to him!
Turning around on the chair he noticed his tail, which had been sitting amongst the wool, now resembled a plush in itself as he turned in his
seat sluggishly banging his changing paw against the window trying to break his way through the glass.
The wool pushing his body against the glass brining his attention to his now larger nose and slightly peg like teeth forming in his maw his efforts to try free himself getting weaker and weaker as his body lost all its fight having been exposed to the magic for too long.