The confused thoughts of the human getting used to his new situation bounced around in my head as I went around the room, trying not to stumble as I got used to walking on four feet.
Once I thought I had it down, I went back to my workbench, looking through the other potions I kept handy.
What, this isn’t enough for you? Toby thought.
What point is there in ever stopping? I grabbed a viscous pink potion from the shelf, unstoppered it, and drank it down.
Gah, that tastes like rubber! came Toby’s thought, after a few moments.
So will we.
The change started working from the inside out, the only initial signs being a feeling of extreme lightness—an effect of the dissolution of the fat and internal organs—then a feeling of flexibility as the same happened to the bones, and a feeling of weakness as the muscles, too, evaporate into thin air, leaving the body a hollow shell, though perhaps still a bit solid to the touch, due to being filled with air.
Once all that prep work is out of the way, the visible changes begin—the potion starts working through the vacated hide and changing its substance, from ordinary flesh and fur into a specific rubberlatex designed for resilient springiness, sturdy unbreakability, and an appealing fresh scent, which took quite a lot of time to get just right.
Ars est celare artem, though, and I could feel Toby’s thoughts, taking the workmanship for granted and entirely focusing on the sensation of being turned into the hindquarters of a balloonish tigertaur.
I’ll have to teach that boy some appreciation for the art.