Sam grumbled as he stared at his hands. His fingers were slowly melding into three, thicker, hooved digits. By this point he already realized what was happening and what was causing him to change. Try as he might, he couldn't work his new fingers to slip the collar off his neck. Sighing, he let the changes happen. It wasn't the worst outcome at least.

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