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Pain.

Pain was all Harris felt as he began scraping himself up from the cool gray floor of the cave. The fall precipitating the unfamiliar circumstance the young man found himself in was probably one that could have rather easily been avoided had he been looking where he was going but that was in the past now.

And this was his present, a large dark cave located under a portion of his favorite hiking trail. A stretch of trail that had apparently developed a large hole over the course of the week since he last walked it. Stumbling to his feet Harris patted dust from his person, the light from the man-sized hole roughly six feet above the top of his head providing sufficient illumination for him to check himself for any scrapes or cuts received during his descent. And luckily for him, he seemed to be in relatively good condition considering the height from which he fell.

With himself accounted for, Harris turned his attention toward his surroundings. The cave itself was quite dark with all the features one could expect, the echo of water dripping somewhere in the depths, the sounds of rustling wings from bats hung high above his head, and a faint breeze blowing past his face. A breeze! Harris' disgruntled expression quickly turned to one of excitement, if a breeze was blowing from somewhere deeper inside that likely meant there was a way out of his predicament.

Elated at what had turned from a dire situation into a chance for exploration Harris began to grin. Reaching into one of the pockets on the left side of the vest he wore he pulled out a small silver flashlight. One click later and the electric torch was casting a cone of light out into the darkness. A cursory check of the area he had fallen into revealed a dead end at the end of a tunnel that he hoped lead back out into the forested hills he so enjoyed being in. Though he certainly wouldn't mind if there was more of the cave to explore, maybe he'd find a hidden treasure or money stashed away by the mob in the 1940s!

With the tantalizing idea of lost fortunes dancing in his head, the young hiker turned explorer set off into the tunnel. The way was dark but that posed little issue for a man with a flashlight even once the passageway started to shrink, soon much closer to the man's six foot height than the chamber he started in yet still quite comfortably large enough to pass through. Until it wasn't. Harris reached a portion of the tunnel that shrunk significantly, a partial cave in having left him with an opening the size of a crawlspace to maneuver through.

Harris didn't mind getting himself dirty though, after all what else were the sturdy khaki hiking pants and vest he wore for if not braving the elements? Placing himself down on hand and knees he began to crawl through the passage, using his free hand to keep the flashlight up allowing him to see. He carefully crept forward a few feet at a time soon becoming lost in thought once more as his daydreaming of getting filthy rich off some poor long departed person's benefit took hold again. And like on the hiking trail before, he forgot to watch where he was going.

"Whoompf!" Was the rather humorous sound Harris made as he slipped forward down an embankment, his flashlight flung from his grip as he tumbled end over end. Though he couldn't currently hear it with the sound of himself clunking into his ears, the flashlight didn't make a "clack" or a "dink" when it hit the ground. It made a "splorch." The kind of sound you would get from dropping a spoon into a bowl of gelatin, much quieter than the sound of a man getting stuck feet first in a strange layer of goo. That sound was much more of a "_ glursh _."

Harris' had become stuck up to his ankles in something he couldn't see, though he could tell it was sticky and made his ankles feel rather tingly. His attempts to pull his feet up were rebuked by the cling of the sludge, his entire body seemingly stuck fast in the surprisingly sturdy stuff that also kept him balanced sticking out of it like a stick in the mud. "What the hell?" Came the groan of the rather confused man that had found himself very suddenly in an even worse situation than being stuck in a small cave in the forest with no one around to help.

While Harris was busy trying to figure out how to remove himself from this mess, the gel had begun to go to work. Harris' rather expensive hiking boots and socks starting to sizzle in the mire as they broke down. His socks were the first thing to go followed shortly thereafter by his sturdy shoes, his feet now exposed to the substance and beginning to feel a slight burning sensation. His skin had begun to thicken as pigment seemed to leak from his body, a near translucent white soon taking the place of his pinkish flesh. Toenails soon flaked off into the mucus quickly dissolving as his toes swelled into a series of five evenly sized thick nubs on each foot.

With the burning sensation working its way up his ankles Harris began to panic shaking and twisting his body about trying to dislodge himself from the ooze. But instead of breaking free he began to slip further, a sudden drop leaving his stomach feeling like it was floating in the air above his head as the ooze climbed to his waist. Although strangely enough now that he was up to his waist it felt like his feet were free. He pondered if perhaps he could slip all the way through the gunk into another part of the cave.

While planning his hopeful escape the strange substance had disintegrated his poor khaki pants, his lower body now completely exposed to the unfamiliar element that had just mutated his feet. A groan echoed through the cave as Harris felt strange, his body was burning yet it felt surprisingly good. The hair on his legs had been dissolved leaving him with smooth skin, the pigment lacking flesh of his feet and ankles quickly creeping up his legs as they shivered with sensation in the gel. As the stuff soaked into his frame he heard a light pop come from below, although if not for the sound dampening quality of the stuff it probably would have sounded more like the loud crack of his hips changing shape and widening outward leaving him with a distinctly feminine gait.

His legs were faring rather similarly to his hips by now, toned muscle disappearing into thick skin and light building of fatty tissue as his appendages became rather plump. Between his legs however was a story of loss as opposed to gain. Where once he had held a proud pair of slightly above average male genitalia he now had what was essentially a stub of a shaft above a dwindling scrotum. And within moments that stub was no more as it slipped back into his body leaving nothing more than a petite tingling slit in his groin, his balls having been sucked back up into his body as their physiology changed to that of something more akin to making eggs than fertilizing them.

But behind him the changes occurring were much more drastic. He had always had a rather cute rear (at least that's what people told him) but now it had wobbled out into something one that would be more fittingly described as an ass. And above that he had grown a tail. What had started as a budding extension of his vertebrae was now lengthening past a foot long into a full blown wriggling tail. The length squirming and flicking sending extremely strange signals to its host as it grew out into the goo, soon poking out the bottom next to his feet and then some as it became quite long.

Suddenly a hand sunk down into the gel near the base of the tail probing it to see what on earth its owner was feeling back there. Harris had spent the last several minutes shuddering and releasing faint gasps as his body slipped further into the gunk and only now had he regained his composure enough to check what exactly was happening downstairs. Of course as one would imagine he was rather shocked to find a thick appendage growing out of his rear under what was his now stuck right hand. But as he prepared to scream, jaw dropping and lungs filling with air, he sunk the rest of the way into the ooze.

It likely would have been rather comical for someone to walk into the chamber below the veil of transformative gel the half-human was immersed in only to see a pair of pale feminine legs and a thick tail kicking in the air yet in this case, that was not the case. Had he his faculties about him Harris probably would have been quite relieved to know nobody would find him in his helpless state but right now he had more pressing matters on his mind. Matters such as his lungs filling with the sticky mucus that was changing him causing a sensation that one would expect to feel like drowning but actually felt more like being force-fed a gallon of yogurt.

The organs the half man half salamander used to breathe began to break down almost as soon as the fluid struck them. And yet he was still breathing perfectly fine, his skin working in tandem with the branchlike external gills that had begun growing out of the sides of his face to keep him in good health. The skin on his torso and head had, like his lower body, become completely hairless as his faint five o'clock shadow and coiffed hair burned away, quickly replaced by the same pale white skin he had on the rest of his body.

Harris looked like some kind of freakish science experiment from an old sci-fi film at this point, his pale white bottom heavy body looking practically alien compared to how he started, with the pink hued gills on his face looking extremely alien. With its work on his lungs and skin done the gel went to work on finishing his form, upper body beginning to bulk up with adipose tissue that layered over the top of his muscles. Tissue that build up rather heavily on his chest, his once pecs beginning to balloon lightly into soft breasts while his nipples absorbed back into his flesh leaving it completely flat aside from the two raised c-cup lumps. He likely would at least be happy to learn later that his abs had somewhat survived the change.

The transformation that started in Harris' feet was now almost at an end. His neck crackled and stretched as his head pushed up while his body sunk further out of the gel. His face the last thing to change as his head squashed and pushed forward, nose disappearing into his new muzzle as his nostrils closed up. His eyes had changed themselves turning from a soft human brown into two solid pitch black orbs with small white dots in their centers. Within his mouth his teeth turned from a mixture of flat plant grinding molars and meat tearing fangs into a set of rather wicked chompers, sharp teeth alternating with empty spaces in a toothy grin. Meanwhile his tongue was slipping longer and longer past teeth and lips and turning into a slimy tendril intended for catching prey at range.

And just as suddenly as Harris had become stuck in the muck, he slipped out. Though this fall was much less hard on his body as he landed on the soft undersides of his feet not too far below the strange pit of slime. Harris stood for awhile just taking in his experience as he looked around the room. "Fuck." Harris gave an exasperated sigh as he looked himself over. He seemed to have shrunk just a bit feeling a few inches shorter but otherwise he seemed fine. There had been quite a few reports about a rising number of people being changed on the news but never had he expected for something like this to happen to him, much less on his favorite trail! Stretching and eyeing his shapely form he figured he had a decision to make, while the changes were not necessarily drastic enough to render him looking unmistakably female she figured that she might as well go with the flow. Harriet would probably be a good name for her, her girlfriend seemed to enjoy calling her that when she was complaining anyway.

Brushing some of the slime off of her skin she walked over to where her flashlight was laying on the ground. It had slipped through the slime mostly unscathed save for some gunk trapped behind the lens but still seemed to be in proper working order as she picked it up and clicked it back on. Not that she needed it as she noticed the light of the outside world glowing around the corner of the next tunnel. But it did at least illuminate that her car keys were on the ground, maybe that stuff didn't dissolve metal? Oh well, it didn't matter now, she just hoped she could get back to her car without being seen. Walking out of the cave into the dimming twilight of the forest Harriet began to daydream again, her tail flicking about as she wondered what her girlfriend would think of the new her.