You can't remember how it started. One moment you were standing there and the next a thick, black liquid was being poured over you, forcing you to the ground. You can feel it engulfing your body, sticking to you. Bonding with you. Everywhere it touched, your skin swells, puffing up from within as your body is molded. Your back heaves upward and a thick, heavy tail spills from your back to the ground. You are vaguely aware of a tall fin rising from your spine like a ship's mast into the sky. Your face is pushed forward as the liquid flows down your forehead and your skull reshapes into that of a predator. Only now does it occur to you that your life as you had known it was over and you were destined to enter the sea at your feet.

Art by Trunchbull