This photomorph is officially the one I've put the most work into... Wanted to try and experiment with more techniques this time. So, have fun with the story too!

Patrick was not having a good time. He was being pressured, peer pressured specifically. All his colleagues at the national park, all his friends, and everyone in town were using snail cream. That's right, SNAIL CREAM! It was the latest fad, with everyone male and female, young and old, fair and tan all using it. Everyone claimed that it did work, making their skin feel more moist, smooth and lighter. Everyone wanted it, except Patrick.

He felt that it was disgusting. He hated snails. With their slimy skin, creepy eyestalks and hard shell. Whenever he saw one, he had the urge to try and remove it from his sight - by killing it. And now his friends were using products made from those vile creatures? It was truly horrifying, but he was a man who always wanted to blend in and go with the flow. He made a decision, and marched out of his studio, determined to prove that he wasn't afraid. "One bottle only," he murmured to himself as he trudged towards the nearby supermarket.

He didn't get very far into the town centre when a raspy voice suddenly called out to him. "Hey young boy! Come here!" He turned around and saw an old lady selling stuff besides the alley. Her piercing blue eyes followed Patrick as he approached the woman. Behind her stood a large mounted banner that read: "Madam Hermia's Miracle Snail Cream! This is the real deal, with noticeable effects in just a day! Only $50!" He dismissed the sign, but just as he was about to walk off, she grabbed his arm. "Young man, wait! I need to clear some stock, so if you buy 2, I'll get you one free!" He hesitated and stared at the woman's skin. Even though it was fairly wrinkled, it felt like touching a new-born baby. Madam Hermia caught him staring at her and told him, "I'm living proof of the cream! See? I'm 79!" Patrick was dumbfounded.

After a little haggling, Patrick reluctantly agreed, and thanked the old lady for the purchase. As he was walking off, he remembered. He turned around and asked, "what are the directions for applying the cream?" He was met with an empty silence, as not a single soul was there. She had vanished into thin air.

Shrugging the incident off as a presumed disappearance due to her finishing off her stock, he unpacked and got ready for bed. He then took out the cream and examined it as he squeezed a little onto his palms. It was cold and slimy, with a slight tinge of green and brown, but it was surprisingly nice to touch.

It was indeed a tiring day as he had visited the gym. A frequent customer, his body was in excellent shape with well-defined muscles. Patrick began lathering cream all over his sculpted body, and with each rub, other patches of skin screamed for more. The sensation of the cream on his body was exhilarating, and he had to have more. In under twenty minutes, all there was left was a very sticky and creamy male knocked out on the bed and 3 empty bottles on the floor.

The next morning Patrick woke up feeling very, very strange. When he opened his eyes groggily, he realized. HIS SKIN WAS STILL SLIMY!!! Awake immediately, he set off trying to frantically remove the slime, but as more came off, more came back! By the time he knew that he was producing the slime, his entire bed was soaked with green slime.

His transformation had begun.

Patrick's hands were the first to transform. He watched in horror as they secreted even more slime absorbed it, and changed more. His palms were turning a very light brown, with the texture of a snail's foot. It then spread to the other side of his hand, which slowly became darker and formed little bumps. The dark brown-colored snail skin slowly crawled up both his arms, which secreted even more slime that dripped onto the bed.

Still in shock, he absent-mindedly touched to sole of one foot to the other, and couldn't separate his feet! He desperately tried to pull one leg away from the other, but it was too late as the slime held his feet dead fast. Before long, his entire leg started merging with the other, bones shifting, cracking then dissolving. The light smooth skin slowly took over his underside, while the dark bumpy skin spread across the back of his rapidly morphing and stretching appendage. It had now turned completely into a slug foot, tearing his pants, which made him look like a slug centaur. It was rather flat at the foot, rounded at the back and tapered at the tip. He felt disgusted.

But the changes did not end there. The light smooth skin from the underbelly of his 'tail' spread up his abdomen, chest and neck, which managed to maintain their nipples and chiseled 6 pack and pecs while secreting extra slime similar to those on the foot. Meanwhile, the dark skin covered everything else on his torso. "Please not my face," he thought to himself, begging for the last part of his humanity to be spared.

Alas, he had already gone too far. The changes moved up to his still human head. He cried tears of slime as his glossy hair fell out in clumps while he was trying to save them. His handsome features began to lose their definition as the slime and brown skin creeped over his face. Nubs formed at his chin and grew longer, while his eyes poked out of his eye sockets and elongated further, forming eye stalks. His ears shrank into his head, with only holes left.

Suddenly, his tongue spilled out of his mouth, stretching and turning a bright green. He accidentally licked the dripping slime from his body, but came to like the taste. Soon, he was licking his own slime ravenously, moving his lashing tongue across every inch of his new body. The ingestion of slime brought even more changes. A hard structure began forming at his snail foot, and quickly grew and spiral into a majestic striped brown and black shell. From his nature guidebooks, he concluded that he had been transformed into a garden snail, a taur version in fact.

After a while, he came to appreciate his new form. Despite his previous hatred of snails, he enjoyed the sensation of being one. His eyesight was much improved, as he had an easy 360 degree field of vision, and he did not have to bend down to take a closer look at surfaces. He still retained his main source of pride, his muscles, which were now in fact even stronger. His genitalia also remained, albeit hidden in a sheath at its original position. His shell also provided some protection, as he could hide completely inside it. Perhaps what was most pleasing was his slime, which felt so good to feel and touch, and also was a tasty source of nourishment.

Patrick headed out to experience his gift. He found out that he surprisingly could move at the same speed as he could walk as a human. He decided to stay in the wood for a few days (his house was next to the national park) and reveal himself to a select few after that. His 'foot' was so strong that it could move him up vertically a tree trunk! At the top, he contemplated the view. Ah, he was going to have fun.

The day after, a friend of Patrick's entered his house, looking for him to ask him about his absence from work and his unanswered phone calls. Unknowingly, he touched a bit of slime on the floor with his hands as he searched for clues. As his friend walked out, his hand became slimy and slimier.