Olivia held out her hands in front of her, watching them shift and bulge, her fingers plumping up. "No no no no no...-grunt- oh god..."
To her horror, her fingers melded together, resulting in three pudgy digits on each hand, her nails fusing into a thick keratinous mass. She flexed them frantically, trying to separate them again, to no avail. Even moving them at all was becoming difficult.
A tingle in her feet signaled a similar change beginning to take place...Olivia took an unsteady step toward her bed, but stumbled. She caught herself on her new hands, and found the sensation worryingly normal, as if she was meant to support herself like this.
"Ted..." she whimpered, grunting with each haggard breath...