The molten wax and flames around you almost make you not notice the heat crawling up your leg, but it’s hard to move once it gets a hold. You try to kick it away, even as more goo crawls up your other limb, spreading to your hands as you try to pull and tug it off.
You yelp when a tail bursts free on your spine, tearing the back of your shorts even as your face lengthens into a muzzle of some sort of animal. The slime continues to spread into rocky plating and boiling fur, tail swishing like the trailing sparks of melted candles around you.
It’s far too late to resist now…