HOTEL LEX - FLOOR 3 (21/?)

You manage to squeak out an apology. You sip in as much air as you can and beg your captor to release you, to let you explain like you did to the stallion. He lets out a booming laugh that rings in your ears. His grip tightens around your throat and you find yourself unable to call for help anymore.

The bear chuckles, "You're my second addition to my crew tonight. Some lizard came by and I managed to catch his slippery tail and make him another underling."

You watch in horror as a familiar stature steps forward and you recall the lizard you briefly met on the second floor. Your eyes widen even more as the bear raises his gloved hand and presses it against your forehead. The sensation is unreal; you expect warmth from his paw but its rubbery material is cold. That cold touch starts to spread down like a thick viscous liquid. You yelp and the goo enters your mouth. You sputter and cough as it coats the inside of your mouth. The last thing you see is the bear's paw wiping your eyes and you lose your vision.

The sensation is intense. You feel the tightening around your neck as the rubber works its way down your body. You feel the goo enter your nostrils and you gag and choke, unable to filter air into lungs. You try to scream but find your vocal chords bound tight by the shiny magic. You feel light-headed, the sensation of vertigo sets in and you find yourself no longer breathing. Your heart beats rapidly, the rubber coiling around your torso and forcing its way deep inside your body. Every cell from surface down to your organs begin to transform into thick rubber and molding together into one giant mass. At some point you realize you can no longer hear. All your senses except for touch has been eliminated from you and you no longer hold the strength or ability to fight back. You helplessly allow your captor to shift and transform your body.

"You'll be my first kobold drone I've gotten. I wonder if your cute little horns will remain," the bear remarks.

You feel a strange sensation seep into your head through your ears; every inch the goo travels, an icy sensation shocks your nerves. You feel a separate voice or more rather, a feeling infect your thoughts.

> Give in.
> Give in.
> Give in.
> Give in.
> Give in.
> Give in.
> Give in.
> Try to resist.

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