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You are standing by a tree star star star emptystar emptystar


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?




Illustrated by Catprog

Written by catprog on 01 April 2003

In the shop star halfstar emptystar emptystar emptystar


There is a table with a sign saying

<strong>Free Sample:</strong>
Take one

 

On the table there is a fridge with a range of liquids. Also on the table are various magical trinkets including costumes. What would you like to take, or would you like to buy something?



Written by catprog on 10 April 2003

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You decide to get something else. But what?



Written by catprog on 13 December 2005

A lamp star emptystar emptystar emptystar emptystar


You take a lamp. Now what are you going to do with it?



Written by catprog on 05 March 2004

Transformation Genie star star star emptystar emptystar


Just then, a huge puff of green smoke appears.

 

The smoke forms the shape of a humanoid, then finally materializes into a turquoise-skinned man who appears to be about 25 years old. You quiver with fear, staring at him (after all, you're not used to seeing turquoise-skinned men appear out of lamps).

 

"Who has rubbed the lamp of the Genie of Transformation?", the man asks in a light, yet stern voice.

 

"I-I did", you answer softly.

 

He steps closer to you and bows. "Thank You, Master, Thank You!", he says as he kneels to you.

 

"Master?"

 

He stands. "Yes", he says. "You have released me from the Lamp, and now you may have three wishes.

 

The wishes carry certain limitations, however..."

 

"Yes, like what?", you ask again, almost bursting with excitement (having your own genie and all).

 

"First, there are only three wishes, no more and no less, and this may not be changed by any wishes made. Second, all wishes made by the master should be precisely worded. If the wish is too vague, then I shall choose the remaining factors of the wish. And third, all wishes must be related to the change of the master, or of someone else that the master chooses. In other words, all wishes must be transformative."

 

Well what are you going to wish for?



Written by on 11 March 2004

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“Do you enjoy being a walking stereotype?” You shake your head at him, itching for a verbal tumble to take the strain off your mind.

 

“Pardon?” His thick brows lowered over his eyes, casting a shadow over his dark eyes. It leaves you with a strange feeling. A primitive urge to turn and run out the tent hits you. Like the feeling that comes over you when the teacher casts her wondering eyes over you, and you knew she was going to call on you. You want to duck and hide from her view, but you were never one to listen to that little voice.

 

“I think you heard me,” you wave a hand around the tent.

 

“You trying to pick up some girls?” You sneer, looking around as you spoke. You see some hanging rugs and large clay vases. No real merchandise to sell. “Sell some girls?” You pluck a nerve that would most men angry, wanting to see what the big guy would do. You inwardly smirk, what could he do? You were in the mall parking lot.

 

“I would never.” He unfolded his arms and walked towards you. You stand your ground and looked up at him. Unafraid and wishing to stir up a bit more trouble before you walked out.

 

“Then what do you sell exactly?” You poke a nearby orange and brown rug, “Old rugs.”

 

“I sell dreams little man.” He said, his check twitching as he spoke. A smile tugging on your lips you go for one last hit before you left to get your phone.

 

“Wet dreams?” You give a big fake laugh. “How much for Jasmine?”

 

“You want a female. I can make you female.” He growls at you sounding like a tiger. You snort at him, who was the man kidding. Feeling better after pulling the big guys tail a few times. You turn your back to him.

 

“Have fun with that. Scammer.” Waving your hand, you get only a few steps before you stop, and not because you want too.

 

“Only those who have a wish can enter my tent.” A billowing black cloud comes around you from the corner of your eyes. You tug at your legs, arms, but you can't move. Even your mouth felt sewn shut. Only your eyes could move, blinking couldn't free you from the rising smoke. Your heart starts to beat a hard rhythm in your chest. Each pump of your blood feeling like a fist punching into your chest.

 

“There is one exception.” The bald man emerges from the smoke, no he forms out of it. His waist and down were it! Your eyes shake and blinking as hard and as fast as you can. Doesn't make the cloud disappear or take away the angry face of the bald man from in front of you.

 

“Those in need of a lesson. Are you in need of a lesson, boy?” He leans his face forward. The angry wrinkling of his nose almost touches your frozen one. He blows black smoke across your face. Your mouth loosing's and your mouth gaps open a few tomes to test it.

 

“Are you in need of a lesson, boy?” He repeats his question. His dark eyes drilling into you with a soul pricing gaze. It's like he already knows the answer, but what will you say when face with this?



Written by psto1464 on 18 May 2020

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“Fuck you, you bald bastard.” You choose to cuss him out. What right does he have to do this to you? None. That's right. You were not in the wrong here. “Wait until my mother hears about this.” You remind him that your still underage, a teenager, but still not an adult by law. “Hell, wait until the media gets a hold of this!” When you got your phone back you would plaster this guys tent over every social media sight you could get your thumbs on.

 

“Are you in need of a lesson?” You through his words right back at him. Glaring him down, your heart pounded not in fear but in fight. You had this. Smoke? Illusion. Your body frozen. A drug. This guy was going down and you were going to lead that victory.

 

“Ha!” The bald man threw back his head in a large laugh. You watch his body shake as he laughed. It only made your blood boil in anger.

 

“What's so funny!” You demand to know.

 

“You,” his laughing stopped dead with his answer. His eyes looked you over with a slow intent, that made your skin crawl and your heart shiver. “You know what?”

 

“Wh-what?” You stumble but don't back down. Looking him in the eyes, you keep your fearless facade in hopes it'll somehow save you from this mad man.

 

“I think I'll keep you.” His hands waved around and the smoke started to move. Curling around you. Your eyes dart around, though your mouth was free, the rest of you was not.

 

“What are you doing!” You cry out, your voice pitching in fear.

 

“Changing you.” His voice clear, and his face with a broad smile across it. You watch it stunned until it merging into the smoke.

 

“Wait! What?” You cry out after the face, “What do you mean!”

 

“I mean, that no one will look for you.” His voice came from everywhere. “For you, the human boy will not existent.” Echoing from all around the enclosing black, his even thrall continued. “You will be mine. A lioness for all time.”

 

“What the -” You ready to curse him out, and demand answers. When the smoke stopped forming into the cloud around you. Instead, it tunnelled into a stream and rammed itself into your open mouth.

 

“Humph -” You can breathe through your nose, no you were forced to breathe through your nose. You can feel the black smoke fill your body. Take control over it. Coating your tongue. You felt it roll and flick without your consent. The smooth texture of it went, you felt the ripple of rough sand texture, as it struck the rough of your mouth.

 

“Ah!” You try to scream, pain ripping through your body. You feel the blood in your split and tear over your bare skin. Your eyes are still yours to control. You look down to see your clothes stripped and your naked flesh covered in rivers of your own blood.

 

“Eooow” You mouth cries with your head snapping back. Your dick bursting into a pit fiery pain, you feel every milometer of the skin, hair and ball. Get dragged back into your body. Whimpers fall from your open mouth. Your teeth splitting your bottom lip as you close. Gone were your flat, human teeth.

 

You didn't need to see. To your control your own body, to feel the sensation of your own fangs splicing your lips. Rolling your eyes back, your world turns dark. For one second you wish for it. Earn for the dark, but the black cloud won't let you. Fighting until your eyes also convulsed it pain. They rolled showing you, forcing you to watch. The blood coated skin turn to golden fur, where grass needed soil. Fur needed blood. Every inch soon was covered in a soft tawny texture, that you once admired in your neighbours cat.

 

“Gaw,” Your tongue moves making a sound you can't describe. Now it's your chests turn to burn. Eyes still under control of the cloud, you can only watch in fright as your chest starts to swell. Larger and larger your flat pecs roll up. Soft fur could not hide the growing mound of yours large breast. Delirious in pain, a part of you can't help but admire your soft chest. A size that would have turn not only your own head, but several other guys.

 

“Done.” The man's voice return and you drop to the floor. Tired, but feel of pain. You pant deep breaths, able to move yourself but without the will to do so. You glare at him from your prone position on the floor.

 

“What have you done to me?” You ask shutting your mouth shut with a click. When you hear your new, low, raspy, and clearly female voice.

 

“You are the best one yet.” His body formed and the black cloud vanished with its return. He leans over you, and you wince. Trying to move, you find your without the strength to do more than turn your head away. “I can't wait to see your cubs.” His hand pets your fur, rubbing it over your chest and down your body. The touch felt more violating than actions of a few movements ago.

 

“Cubs?” You head flips back, when his words reach you.

 

“Don't seem shock.” His voice cooed over you. “Once you adapt, and if you wish to survive — you will adapt.” Cold darkness washed over you with his gaze. A stark contraction to his kind voice.

 

“You will naturally form or join a pride, and breed.” You shiver with the hard reality he was offering you.

 

“My parents will find me.” You deny his words. His truth with your own truth. Your parents loved you, they would come and find you. He shook his head and leaned over and picked you up.

 

“Your parents don't remember you exist.” He moves you to the back of his tent. “No one does.” Then he drops you, sending you flying backwards into a hole. “Welcome to my animal park.” His words haunt you all the way down, leaving you with the biggest question.



Written by psto1464 on 19 May 2020


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