You are standing by a tree
There are 3 paths.
One appears to go to a jungle,
one appears to go to a cave,
one appears to go to a beach,
you could try and climb the tree,
there is a nearby shop you could go in,
or you could do something else.
So what's its going to be?
Written by catprog on 01 April 2003
You sit under the tree
You sit under the tree.
Suddenly...
Written by catprog on 21 May 2003
The ground collapses #2
All of a sudden the ground collapses and you fall.
You get knocked out. When you awake you find that you are in a room that contains lots of costumes.
Are you going to put on a costume or what?
Written by catprog on 01 May 2005
Sphinx
As you look between the different options, you notice a small box at the edge of the table. Turning it over reveals the word “SPHINX” in capital letters. But strangely, the box fits in the palm of your hand rather easily.
Curious, you pull the top of the box open and peer inside. It seems to be filled with nothing but a pile of brown sand. You turn to a nearby worker who seems to be stocking the shelves, asking him how this is supposed to be a costume.
“Special new kind,” he mutters, passing by you, clearly preoccupied with his work. “Try taking some of it out.”
You look down again at the box, then reach a couple of fingers inside and pull out a pinch of the sand. As if a sudden wind had blown, the grains of sand fly out of your fingers and begin to settle down on your left hand. Before your eyes, each of the little grains starts to growing, connecting with nearby growths and forming one large mass. In a few seconds, the sand has become a soft tan fabric around your hand, covered in silky fur and based by leather paw-pads. It’s one of the most intricate costume pieces you’ve ever seen…and it had just appeared out of thin air!
Excited, you hurry into the nearest changing room, taking off all your clothes. Then you reach into the box again and pull out as much sand as you can grasp. The grains swirl around your body, flaking it in lots of different places and beginning to grow. You watch as the fabric on your hand is stitched up your arm and over your shoulder, covered with the same tan fur. Both arms and legs are being covered with the same costume and the same colors. Your feet are surrounded and puffed up by thick and soft slippers with pawpads on the bottom.
The fabric holds tight to your skin, fitted so well that the costume might have been made for you…which, in a way, it is! Soon the leg portions move over your torso and your waist, stitching together in the middle to form a single ream of fabric. Extending from your rear is a long and thin tail which ends with a puff of black fur. To your surprise, the sleeves of the arms only connect to the torso on the sides, leaving a generous portion of your chest uncovered.
Maybe it needed more sand to finish? You pull out as much as you can and toss it into the air again. This time, it primarily swirls behind you, attaching itself to the furry fabric and growing backwards. This buildup is rougher to the touch, a jet-black color, and separated into multiple pieces that…you touch them. Yes, they’re feathers. You watch in the mirror as the wings unfold behind your back. Now this was more like it! But you were still missing the front panel of the costume.
You reach into the box another time, but most of the sand is gone now, with only small grains remaining. Tipping the box over, you watch as the last few grains move around and attach to small places where the fabric of the costume was thin. As the last grain of sand clicks into place, you suddenly feel a lurching in your stomach. The clothing seems even tighter than before, as if it’s squeezing your skin and muscles.
You cry out, bending over, feeling your body roiling uncomfortably. Though you feel no pain, you know that something very odd is happening to you. For a few seconds the paw-gloves of the costume feel extra hot, and your fingers like they’re being dipped into boiling water. When the sensation fades, you wiggle them again…only to realize that you can’t sense them anymore. The nubs of the paw wiggle instead, feeling like they’re connected to your brain, rather than just to the costume.
The same sort of hot dipping sensation is happening all over your body. Your muscles seem to swell as your body grows bigger, the fur standing up as the follicles are connected to your nerve endings. Your feet feel like they’re being stretched like taffy, the heels pulling up into an arch and leaving nothing but the toes on the floor. There’s a large crack as your bones are shifted, and you find yourself having to catch yourself on your front paws, suddenly unable to balance on your legs anymore. Your spine extends backwards into the fabric tail sleeve, and soon your lion tail is waving behind you in a panic.
Another crack echoes through the small room as your shoulder blades are suddenly pushed upwards, new muscle and bone forming. Your wings tremble, then begin to quiver as they connect to your back, becoming as much a part of your body as your arms, flapping powerfully in the air. You groan a bit, unsure of how to move them in a natural way.
The walls of the dressing room crack a bit and the ceiling seems awfully close. You’ve grown large enough that this enclosed space is now a tight fit…your body is at least fifteen feet long! A strange weighted sensation comes from your downward facing chest, and you turn your head to look. The fur has settled itself tightly around you, and your pecs are starting to swell outwards like balloons. Your eyes widen with fear, but your attention is distracted by a corresponding wilting sensation between your legs. You twist your head upside down, seeing your cock shrinking at the same rate that your new breasts are growing. Within a few seconds, the changes are finalized. You now have a set of big, puffy human boobs poking out of your otherwise lion body. And between your legs…? Well, you’ll have to start using different pronouns now, that’s for sure!
The growth seems to have slowed down, but by now your body is squished painfully in a room far too small for it. The walls and ceiling groan from the pressure. In the background, you can feel subtle shifts on your head. Smoother contours of the face, a smaller nose, slightly darker skin, and hair that is growing back incredibly quickly, giving you a length in seconds that some women work years to achieve. All of it is silky, full, and jet black, just like your wings.
As the last changes finalize, the building around you has finally taken all it possibly can. With a loud rumble, the stone walls cave outwards, kicking up a storm of dirt and dust. Your wings automatically push back the rock from the ceiling, leaving you standing as a fully-transformed sphinx in the middle of the half-ruined shop. Down below, you can see the worker still organizing the shelves as if nothing had happened. He looks up at you and rolls his eyes, as if this sort of thing happened every day around here.
What will you do now?
Written by Kinky Chameleon on 09 May 2018
Fly
Your body is shaking ever-so-slightly, your breaths coming quick and fast. You cough a bit, the dust from the collapsed walls still settling down around you. How…how could this have happened? You just wanted to try a costume on, and now this! You weren’t human anymore…you’d even lost your malehood!
Shouts cause you to turn your head towards the entrance of the store. Several people have started forming a crowd there, staring at you. You can’t help but think that their attention is focused decidedly below your face, down where your brand new bust is hanging out for all to see. You blush, turning away and looking for some method of escape.
Part of the ceiling has collapsed above you. Maybe if you struggle, you can widen the gap enough to fly out of here. As you move your body to prepare for a jump, you feel something soft crunch beneath your left front paw. You glance down to see the costume box that had started this whole mess crushed flat beneath your incredible weight. Strangely, there seems to be a piece of paper sticking out of the bent cardboard. Some kind of instructions for the costume, perhaps? Maybe even a way to undo the changes! You quickly grip the tiny scrap in your paw as best you can.
You hear the curious crowd getting larger and closer. No more time to stall! Tensing your monstrous muscles, you push off the ground with your hind legs, sending yourself soaring into the small window of sky above you. The stone of the building, already weakened by the collapse of the changing room beneath it, folds around you just like the cardboard. With a loud rumble and a streak of plaster-dust, you soar out into the open air.
Flying isn’t exactly something that you’ve tried before, but your wings feel like a natural extension of your brain. You just let your mind handle moving through the air the same way that it keeps balance or takes breaths when you’re distracted. In no time at all, you’ve shot upwards at a steep angle, the ground and all of the problems going along with it getting smaller beneath you. The air up here is chilly, but your fur coat dulls its pang to a manageable level.
Once you feel high enough to be out of sight, you twist your wings to change from ascension to maintaining height. You take in a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. Being in a new body is…jarring, to say the least! The fact that its most prominent features emphasize the traits of a busty woman, a black eagle, and a powerful lion isn’t exactly helping either. You need to figure out how to get this costume off and return to normal.
Your front paw is still gripping the sheet of paper from the costume box, and you bring it up to your face for a closer inspection. It’s hard to get a good look without fingers to move the sheet around, especially since it’s basically been turned into a ball from how hard you were clutching it. Still, with a little effort you manage to make our more or less what the scribbled words on the paper say.
Written by Kinky Chameleon on 15 May 2018
Riddle Cure
“Contents: One (1) self-knitting sphinx costume, powdered
Transformative effects will take place when all the powder is in place.
To remove the costume, receive the answers to the three riddles.”
You drop the sheet, having gleaned all you could from it. This was certainly a relief! You have a way to reverse the process now…but what exactly are the “three riddles”? And what does it mean to “receive the answer”? You close your eyes, trying to think of what the paper means!
As you do so, a few ideas come to the surface, like bubbles in a vat of water. You’re not sure which are things that you are really remembering and which are additions from the transformation. You know what the role of a sphinx is…it is to test travelers with riddles. Answer the riddle correctly, and the traveler receives some kind of boon. Fail, and the sphinx will devour the traveler. If you need to receive the answers to three riddles before the costume is removed, then you’ll need to seek travelers out to participate in the process.
The riddles themselves…well, you can’t say that you can think of them right now, but they seem to be in the back of your mind, as if hearing the first word would cause the rest to fly to the tip of your tongue. Perhaps you could only speak the riddles to others? Regardless, it won’t do you any good to say up here in the empty sky. The only place to find people is on the ground! Picking a likely direction (away from the shop), you begin a long, low arc of descent, your piercing eyes swiveling around to try and spot a reasonable target.
Written by Kinky Chameleon on 23 May 2018
Walking Stick Man.
There! On a thin, dust-covered road, you spot a man in a wide hat moving along with a walking stick. Not exactly sure why, you time your flight to pass as a mysterious shadow over his head, then slowly hover down on top of a nearby boulder, your weight resting on the smooth surface with a certain finality. The man’s legs begin to shake with fear, holding his walking stick out with one hand and shading his eyes with the other.
Well, you’ve got to start somewhere if you’re going to get out of here. You find words flowing rather easily from your melodious voice. You greet him pleasantly, telling him that he has trespassed into your territory. You explain that you will ask him a single riddle and the consequences of answering correctly or incorrectly.
The traveler quivers, but nods his head. Apparently, he knows how this works. “Ask me your riddle then, oh great Sphinx, and may the gods guide my answer!” He has a certain amount of flair himself.
You open your mouth, and the riddle falls out without any effort on your part. “What is it that gets smaller the more you put into it?”
Written by Kinky Chameleon on 30 May 2018
A Hole
The traveler turns to the dusty ground, beginning to scrape with his stick, apparently pondering. You wiggle slightly. You’ve just noticed that your boobs are on clear and prominent display right now, so you cross your front legs in front of you, trying to create a covering. You hope desperately that the man gets the answer right…you’re not really in the mood to devour anyone today, and you need a correct answer to transform back! You wish you could just give it to him…but the answer remains locked up in your mind, just like the other two riddles.
Finally, the traveler looks up, adjusting his hat. “Oh, great Sphinx! The answer to your question…the thing that gets smaller the more you put into it…it is a hole in the ground!”
You nod your head, pleased. Now that he’s said it, the answer is clear in your mind. You congratulate him and promise him a safe passage on his journey. As the man walks off into the distance, you feel a small tingling sensation over your body. Are you changing back already? But that was only one answer!
Written by Kinky Chameleon on 11 June 2018
Smaller
The surface of the rock beneath you scrapes against your fur-clad legs as you begin to shrink down, your monstrous size diminishing quickly. However, to your disappointment, nothing besides that seems to be altering. When the tingling stops, you find yourself still in the exact same sphinx body with the exact same proportions and (unfortunately) the same embarrassingly obvious features. The only change is that you are much smaller now…perhaps the length of a tall human being.
Luckily, your change in size hasn’t affected your flying abilities, and you take off into the sky again. It doesn’t look like any more travelers are coming by anytime soon…and unlike a traditional sphinx, you don’t have the patience to sit on a rock and wait for them to come to you!
Written by Kinky Chameleon on 17 June 2018
Older Women
As you pass over a grove of trees, you see a small clearing with a person sitting down inside, probably camping or resting. This seems like a good opportunity for a second riddle, so you do your best to fly down and settle in front of the subject as dramatically as before. It doesn’t work quite as well this time, however, as your weight has been significantly reduced.
An older woman sits in front of you, looking to be in the middle of her lunch. You begin the same speech you gave to the traveler…only to be interrupted. “My god! What an awful creature! Can’t you put some clothes on or something?”
You look down, blushing at the sight of your boobs perking out over the grass. Stammering a bit, you try to explain that you are simply a mythical creature.
“So brazen! And unremorseful, too! It’s your example that’s causing pure young ladies everywhere to be tempted into carnal lifestyles!”
You’re beginning to regret picking this clearing. But somehow, you know that once the conversation has been started, the riddle must be asked. Trying to squeeze yourself in between the old lady’s angry ranting, you quickly explain the nature of your presence and let the riddle tumble out: “I am the creator of worlds, the ruler of dynasties, and the master of slaves. I am a man, yet I am not a man. What am I?”
Written by Kinky Chameleon on 23 June 2018
