By now it had been 2 minutes since Zoe had climbed into the car and started filling it with her cotton wool and Thomas’ paw on auto pilot still limply banging at the window as the car rapidly started reaching its limit for space wool spreading all over his body changing it more and more.
Thomas calling out mutely for help as his mouth formed into a big peg toothed grin his eyes taking on an almost magical gleam as they widened on his face his nose growing bigger and pushing against the glass comically as he lost all willpower and strength and felt himself relax into the cotton a steady stream of his own cotton filling what he dimly recognised as a diaper
hidden amongst the wool in the car as his face took on its final plush like appearance.