As you lay beside Puro, the air around you felt charged with an unusual energy. He had just transformed you into a dark latex beast, mirroring his own sleek form. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls as you focused intently on your drawing. The sensation of the pencil gliding across the paper was comforting, a connection to your past self, while Puro observed you with a mix of pride and affection. His arm draped protectively over your back, a warm weight that grounded you in this new reality.

“You’re such a talented artist, human,” he said, his voice low and soothing, breaking the silence. “It’s unfortunate that you lost your ability to speak after I transformed you, but I have faith that I can help you relearn it when you’re ready.”

With that, he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips soft against the cool sheen of your new form. The gesture was tender, filled with promise, as your heart swelled with a strange mix of comfort and anticipation for whatever lay ahead.