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In a room star star star star halfstar


 

The sign reads


"Welcome all new travellers.

 

To continue you must go through a series of doors.

 

After going through you will pick a costume. You will then become a half- human and half that creature.

 

After a week(100 mins a hour,20 hrs a day,10 days a week) has passed you may morph and get another costume. To start of with you will only be able to become 40% human to 60% human.

 

If you put on a costume you will then become that creature, be teleported to it's home town and have to wait a week before being able to morph.

 

After 50 costumes you may change into one of your other costumes and become 30% to 70% human. When changing costumes you must wait at least an hour before you can change costumes again.

 

100 different species/gender costumes allows you to gender-morph and become 20% to 80% human

 

200 different species costumes allows you to combine costumes and become 10% to 90% human

 

400 different species costumes allows you to return to your world with no more morphing

 

And 800 different species costumes makes a polymorph and allows you to morph outside of this world.

 

Also if you have a costume like a centaur then the human part will always be human and is counted towards the human percentage.

 

Any gender/species transformation magic of yours can only change your gender(if you have at least 100 costumes) and the animal part to a different animal.

 

When you change into a different costume (that you already have) you may teleport to that species home town but you will have the week penalty where you have no costume changes.

 

If you die while wearing a costume you will be reborn at the local inn (or appropriate location ). If you have more then 100 costumes you will lose the costume you had when you died and go to an appropriate place for your next costume.

 

If you fail to make it out in 100 years(100 weeks in a year) one of your possible forms will be chosen and you will be permanently stuck in that form(apart from magic) until you die. Also there will be no possibility of going back to your world.

 

Also, one final note: should you take a female form and become pregnant, you won't be able to change your gender until the child is born, though the other aspects of your form may change (the child will change to match.) That is all, and good luck!


You realise that you have to do what the sign said to do and go through the doors and grab a costume.

 



Alternatively you could use the key system to determine the room

 

Please type in a number 1 - 18

 

Number 1:
Number 2:
Number 3:

 







Illustrated by catprog

Written by Catprog on 11 February 2004

Normal Land star star halfstar emptystar emptystar


 

You go through the door.

 

All of a sudden it slams shut and with no handle on this side it appears that you are stuck.

 

There are two more doors however and both of them have a sign on them saying

 



Costume room for
Element: Land
Type: Normal
Gender: ????

 

So which door do you want




Illustrated by catprog

Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004

Female Normal Land star star halfstar emptystar emptystar


You go through the door.

 

All of a sudden it slams shut and with no handle on this side it appears that you are stuck.<P/>There are five costumes in this room, all of them female, all of them are normal land creatures.

 

  • Snake
  • <li><span class="female">Wolf</span></li>




Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004

Anthro Lioness emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar


You look over the cotumes on display. "Why did I have to pick the female room. I like being male."

 

You look over your options. Mare,dog,vixen,she-wolf. And then you spot a lioness costume. You lift it off the hook and with a grinding of gears the other 4 costumes disappear. "Guess I'm committed now."

 

You take a moment to observe the suit itself. Quite oddly tan, definately built for the sahara, muscular in ways that you aren't sure you'd be able to fill out yourself. The bust size was large enough, you supposed. Being a male, it was difficult to judge, other than your time on sites you'd rather leave unmentioned, but you supposed a nice, tight little 'B' cup, for the first set anyway. You cringed, hoping you'd find some way to hide your feminimity, but with the gentle, progressing lumps of flesh, you knew that wasn't happening. And the hips were rather wide, you hoped simply because of some decent thigh muscle, but that was too much to hope. Not to mention the little peeking pink flesh of the thing proper.

 

You gulp as you strip, wondering how you got into this mess in the first place. the invatation to the costume party reminding you as it falls out of your pocket. Not having any more excuses to delay, you start to put the costume on.

 

You sit down and pull the costume , your legs sliding easily into the costume's thighs. The moment your feet hit the soft, bulging paws you feel them twist. Standing up you notice your on your toes as though wearing some fuzzy slippers and it is more comfortable than the awkward, artificial tightness of wearing shoes.

 

"Digitgrade costume" you say "Quite a comfy one too.". The tingles that started in your feet are now slowly moving up your calves. You reach down to scratch the soft, tightening, tapering bulge of your muscle and to your suprise you feel your hand brush over the fur, the calves underneath twitching gently, tightening like a runner's. You brush your other hand on the opposite leg, feeling the same, as if the fur was actualy your own skin. You quickly try to roll the costume down to stop it but the costume sticks like it's welded on, like iron, progressing almost gently up your skin, enveloping it in sensations you can't bring yourself to call uncomfortable. Completly against your will, the costume seems to be climbing further, as if magnetized to your body, inch by inch along your flesh. Your thighs seem to bulge gently against the fabric before seeming to settle into place, the warmth of the costume a bit startling as your hips seem to press out, the little muscles and nerves taking a moment to settle, before you can really move them. You look at the lithe, almost waspy configuration of your lower limbs before you feel the suit progressing further...

 

By now the tingling has reached your waist and you gulp feeling your waist stretch out to fill out the wide abdomen of the costume. You gulp as the strange series of sensations moves slowly towards the buldge in the front of the costume and before your very eyes it slowly disappears, as though your masculinity is being worn away, or pushed inward by a soft, fluffy hand.

 

By now the costume has reached your arm pits and you see the holes for your arms. Before the costume can roll over your arms, you decide to give in, to slip your arms into the costume just so something stranger doesn't happen, or so you rationalize.Even if you couldn't be male or human, at least you'd have the same general shape.

 

The moment your hands hit the hand paws the tingling starts there. Your finrgernails grow out into the retractable sheaths, becoming the claws of the costume. Also stretching are your fingers, out into the slightly puffy pads of the costume.

 

Another area of change has progressed to the lower pair of lumps in the costume's abdomen and you feel your body start to grow into them, pillowing behind the slightly hardened nubs of nipples. An image glances across your mind. You see, for just an instant, a pair of gently spotted heads, small and dark and similar to that of the costume. You feel some sort of odd swelling of pride for some reason, as though you figured they were your-

 

No. You shake your head. No way, you're not a female, much less a mother. The image dissipates, somehow, but you can't help but shake slightly....

 

.... Though another little blossoming sensation slightly higher on your torso seems to bring it back. Each time the tingling gets to another pair the image returns, but you do your best to deny it, to try and feebly reassert your masculinity despite your form's obvious appearance to the contrary. By now the strange tightening, warping feeling from your arms and torso have joined at the bottom of the neck. The costume having stopped It starts moving up, slowly but inevitably rolling up towards your head.

 

You spot a mirror and look into it. While it is reflecting you accuretly, suit and all, the background is of a veltd, the heat mirage seeming to shimmer, as though the glass were molten. By now your neck has been covered in the costume's folds, the rest of your form seeming to fit to the definitions of the suit.

 

The costume contiunes to roll itself along your neck, sliding softly where it joins the base of your skull. When it reaches your chin it rolls out over your lower jaw, seeming to solidify around it as you spot hard, white lumps, a strangle little cross of wide molars and jagged carnassials... You think, you didn't really pay that much attention in biology. It is a weird sight seing inside of the mouth, especially without a tongue or upper jaw, though it seemed to move in tandem with your own, somehow, bone fusing to bone, muscle squirming to join it at key points.

 

Soon however the top of the mouth has appeared and it is once again closed in, your sinuses making terrible cracking noises as the lower portion of your skull seems to extend from your face. Suddenly a wave of scents hits your nose, even the most mundane of scents suddenly overpowering, new smells you weren't even sure had actual names seeming to pop into existence alongside them. You felt slightly disoriented, but soon you seemed to make some kind of sense of it. You look one way and then the other before relising the transformation has reached your muzzle, causing a little dark spot to appear in the lower parts of your vision, acting as a khaki colored 'blind spot.'

 

You look into the mirror one last time with your human eyes as the costume rolls up your head. When your vision returns the reds seem slighlty faded, perhaps, that or you simply weren't seeing them quite as prominently. Either way, the hue seemed out of mind while the blue and the greens seem far more important, noticable, 'purer' somehow. You're not quite sure what it is, but even the slightest twitch in the bush seems to stick out in your sight. You blink, as though to rid yourself of the effect, but it stays, your eyes seeming to 'adjust' to the subtle change in your vision.

 

The 'fabric' slides over your ears, blotting it out for just a moment in a ruffle of skin and fur. Costume ears you thought would have just been cheap replicas flick side to side pinpointing various sounds like little radar dishes. The breeze itself suddenly had a sound, the grass rustling might as well have been trees falling, for a moment. When things adjust, you feel like some kind of sensory dynamo, hyper aware of your environment and personal space.

 

You look around and the mirror has gone, along with the rest of the room. Your now standing in what appears to be the background of the mirror. You're juxtaposed with the mirror for a moment, noting the breeze is flowing over your fur, until it simply fades from sight. You shiver slightly, your tail twitching as though to mirror your anxiety about your new form and setting. You glance around, shielding your eyes with a hand that seems too fluffy, too slender to be yours.




Illustrated by Luckery

Written by Catprog + Sal_Lilith on 16 May 2012

Space emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar



The first thing you notice are the stars. They are solid and unblinking.

 

The second thing you notice is a lack of ground beneath you. You are in space. You look around in amazement until you see yourself. You have no spacesuit on. What little air you have seems to be the remnants of the room holding the costumes.

 

As the air goes thin, you notice a spec of light growing bigger as it approaches you. The last thing you notice before blacking out is the open doors of a ship heading right for you.

 




Written by catprog on 02 December 2018

Rescued emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar


You come to lying on a bed, a mask strapped to your face pumping air into you.

 

“Patient is awake” a mechanical voice says.

 

“Where am I?” you ask, the sound muffled by the mask.

 

“Please remain calm” the voice says “Contacting ...”

 




Written by catprog on 30 December 2018



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