Metamorphosis at the Magical Manor-Offline

The manor was old, but well kept. The grey stone sides were clean of dirt and grime, the walkway up to the yawning front porch was smooth and easy on the feet. But for every piece that was reasonable, there were two that weren’t. The fountain out front was a massive sphinx, happily spewing water out of her mouth as her wings spread wide. The door bore magical emblems, and the doormat insisted that gremlins would not be welcome(as if you had to be specific). Inside was a lovely entryway, marble flooring and split side stairs leading up to a second floor balcony. The chandelier was a wooden harpy mid-flight, the sides of the feathers serving as the light source. You had come here seeking employment, but already your thoughts turned towards sightseeing and wonder. ''“I am pleased at your quick arrival,”'' the butler said, looking as butlery as he could. You did not know why butlers looked like they did, only that it served as a way to instantly recognize them. ''“Unfortunately, the mistress will not be available until noon. She told me to invite any who arrive early to explore the grounds, that you might find an appreciation for our noble estate.”'' ''“You may partake of any refreshments placed out, but please refrain from entering any rooms where the doors are closed.”'' He left, taking flight to that strange place where butlers go when they are not needed. Where to? [[Sign in at the employment sheet, like a reasonable person.]] [[Explore the first floor.]] [[Explore the second floor.]] [[Explore the house’s outside.]]

You walk up to an inwardly-curved stone podium, fitted with a sign in sheet and one of those bank chain pens. The chain is loose, and has nowhere to be attached to, so you can only assume it was stolen from an actual bank. Little knobs hang on the side for placing your coat, and the inside of the curve has cushions for resting while awaiting your turn. The sheet has had no signatures yet, so clearly arriving this early was successful. Mild job-application panic sets in, but you remind yourself that you are in charge, and they wouldn’t go through the trouble of letting you tour if they didn’t like you. The sheet asks for your Name, Reason for Visit, and Time [[Sign in as yourself, for 12PM]] [[Sign in as an Applicant Seeking Hire]] [[Sign in as The Best Employee Ever]]

You head upstairs, finger tracing along the contoured wood of the railing. This place is vast, and the cavernous hallway opens to many doors, and many of them are open to you. The ones at the back are closed off; you assume those must be bedrooms and other private places. Still, the ladder to the attic has been lowered, of all things. Perhaps this inspection of the grounds was expected of you, pre-planned. Perhaps you’re paranoid. No, it’s definitely the feeling of someone nearby. Something nearby? A shadow is cast around the corner behind you, though you aren’t quite sure what’s making it. [[Allow the Shadow to Approach]] [[Browse the Library]] [[Freshen Up In the Bathroom]] [[Return to the First Floor->Explore the first floor.]]

You head back outside. If you’re going to explore the manor grounds, might as well actually take a closer look at them. She’ll probably ask you interview questions about what’s out here, just to see. Employers are tricksy like that. The large sphinx statue in the fountain is still there. Always a good sign: you’d be very concerned if a statue just up and left on you. She’s still spewing water out of her stone mouth into a rather thin fountain, maybe a foot around her on any side. Almost like they want people to go up and touch the artwork. Your car is still here(also a very good thing). You parked at the gate, but from inside you can see there’s a little parking shed. Not quite a garage, as those would have doors, but it’s definitely covered. It appears to hold a reasonably average quality sedan, an empty parking spot, and an empty motorcycle spot. The stone path continues around back. Perhaps there’s more to see in the backyard. [[Examine the Fountain and Statue]] [[Check out the Car Port]] [[Head around Back->Backyard]] [[Return Inside->Manor Start]]

The hallways of the first floor are quite wide, elegantly trimmed with wood finishings and freshly dusted to give it that nice clean look. The walls have hooks for pictures, but nothing actually displayed. Soon, perhaps. A few rooms catch your eye… [[Check out the Kitchen]] [[Step into the Laundry Room]] [[Head down into the Art Gallery]] [[Return to the lobby->Manor Start]]

You finish signing in for 12PM, and feel the strange sensation of many events being crammed into none. The lobby is much as it had been, except the sun is in a different place, and the clock insists that it is time for your appointment. My, that was handy. (set: $APType to "Rushed") [[Go to your appointment.->The Appointment]]

You simply sign in as an employee for hire, not really caring about the time. Oddly enough, a second sheet slides out from under the first. You’re very sure it wasn’t there before, especially since it has your name on it, exactly the way you wrote it on the first sheet. Peculiar. It asks for your Gender, Species, and Age. Gender first, you suppose. Five checkboxes stand before you. Male and Female you get, but… Both? Neither? Other?! What a strange question. [[Fill in as Male]] [[Fill in as Female]] [[Both, why not?]] [[Neither, you’ve never cared much.]] [[Other, whatever that means.]]

As you finish signing, mighty pleased with yourself, the pen slips from your grasp. No, that’s not quite right; you don’t seem to have a grasp at all. Your hands and arms flutter like ribbons, high quality stitching and thin fabric flopping loosely out of your sleeves. ''“What the-”'' But your curse is cut short, for a good employee wouldn’t say that. You crumple backwards, a sensation that is both bewildering and pleasing, ending with a flump onto the inside of your clothes. Your entire body is hugging itself very tightly, compacting further and further until everything is simple and round. You no longer need to move, no longer feel any aches or pains whatsoever, though you quite wonder how you’re supposed to get any work done like this. The butler comes back in after a while, picking you up with a single giant hand. You dangle and hang by your ribbon; a shiny medal for Employee of the Month. ''“If praise and accolades are all you desire, then I suppose that’s what you’ll get.”'' He polishes you, and it feels absolutely wonderful. You are clean, and sparkling, and glisten in the light. Everyone will stare at you, and know how impressive you are. Well, how impressive the person wearing you is, but they’ll remember the medal too. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

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You're a Male, last time you checked. And this time you check, you suppose, as you check the little box. You hesitate before writing on the species line. You could just be truthful, but you recall strange advice about presenting yourself as the person you want to be, or want to be hired? Your parents had bad job seeking advice. Still, the possibility is tempting… [[Fill in as Human]] [[Fill in as Lizard]] [[Fill in as Doggy]] [[Fill in as A Beautiful Pony]]

You barely lift the pen off the page before the world shifts to the left. The slight feeling of falling an inch in your own shoes, of your chest deflating in parts while bulging in all the rest, of your hips coming further out from the main course. You grasp at your pants, but already your dick feels like a tiny wriggling worm, zipping back into its hole for winter. You can feel that hole, even through the cloth, and your fingers work your way inside to feel… It’s the strangest thing. It feels… normal. Like you were expecting that to be there. Smooth, gentle, thin and retracted. You giggle a little, and quickly remember that you’re here professionally! Hands out. (set: $APType to "Female") [[Go to your Appointment->The Appointment]]

You barely lift the pen off the page before the world pulls in two directions. You’re splitting at the seams, an invisible divide between male and female that doesn’t quite make sense to you. Your face turns to see itself, another head being pulled away from your own. Everything draws upwards, there isn’t enough mass to go around! You pop free, landing on the ground with a flump. Both of you are disoriented, confused, but mostly bewildered. What was that? Which one are you? [[Male]] [[Female]]

You feel something slip at the base of your mind, in the seat of your pants. You reach down, take a look, only to see the tiniest of nubs wriggling away. It touches your finger for the briefest of moments before slipping down beneath the surface, your surface. All is smooth down below. If you look closely, there’s a tiny little hole for doing your business. But all concept of the crotch as something sexual and fun has vanished from the deep parts of your mind. Your belly button fills in with a pop, your nipples slip with a slurp, and all the body hair fades from your skin. You’re squeaky clean, and will likely be that way for some time. Deeply concerned yet intrigued, you gently place the pen back on the counter and sit down. You… you’ll avoid touching things. For now. Who knows what else you would lose. (set: $APType to "Null") [[Twiddle Your Thumbs->The Appointment]]

You finish checking Other, and feel something wiggle deep inside. You feel… stringy, woven like cloth, and your body starts to become thicker and lumpier. In place of bones, you are made of stalks, of stretching fibers that hold all together thickly. Out pops the top of your head, larger and fuller until you have a mushroom hat. You don’t know if you wanted a mushroom hat, but there it is. Thought becomes… simpler. It’s so much easier to simply grow. To consume and grow, wherever that might take you. Occasionally you release your spores, to spread elsewhere. You hear voices around you, discussing your fate, before deciding that you really don’t mesh well with the interior of the manor. You are plucked up, taken into the woods, and set free. Decades from now, the forest is a place where few dare to tread. You and your children have taken it over, ensnaring the weak and transforming the strong. As the resident Fun Guy of the grove, it is by your will that all shall change. You never manage to make headway against the magical manor and its wealth of gardening spells, but that is okay. Some gratitude for elevating you to your new reign is needed, after all. Reminiscing will have to wait. Another team of fungicide troopers is attempting to attack your settlements. You ready the troops. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You feel oddly like you did back in junior high. The start of puberty, when everything starts to get funky. Your mother’s poor taste in clothing seems to have followed you here too, but you’re more concerned with the girl picking herself up from the floor. She looks like you, like you did back then, if girlier and softer. A 12 year old at best, dressed for school, not for work. She looks around in that same frantic manner, then back at you. ''“Which one am I?”'' You don’t know. What you do know is that you’re far too young to be hired now. You’ll have strange things to explain to your parents when you get home. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You feel oddly like you did back in junior high. And yet, something’s different. Bits are lacking, your body is quite dainty indeed. Your mother’s poor taste in clothing seems apparent even in the dress you’re wearing, but you’re more concerned with the boy picking himself up from the floor. He looks like you, like you did back then. A 12 year old at best, dressed for school, not for work. He looks around in that same frantic manner, then back at you. ''“Which one am I?”'' You don’t know. What you do know is that you’re far too young to be hired now. You’ll have strange things to explain to your parents when you get home. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You're a human, at least you hope so. Strange that the mistress would be getting people who aren't human. You didn't think that was a thing, really. All that’s left is the age. The line taunts you, dares you to write down the truth. Tick tock, little human… [[Write 2]] [[Write 29]] [[Write 290]]

You helpfully inform the sheet that you are a moon lizard, the sort that invade people’s politics and are thwarted by tinfoil hats. It is with mild concern that you feel the bottom of your crotch escape. Longer and longer, your pants grow a third leg to accomodate your new meaty tail. You watch it thump onto the floor, before doing it yourself, intentionally. It’s a good tail, and it pleases you. Everything feels smooth, and you run your hands over each other once, twice, three times just to make sure it’s still there. No nails on the fingers, no hair on the… well, it’s not really skin anymore, is it? You’ll miss your sweet haircut, but no one can deny that the way your new, larger ears flap is very aerodynamic. You spin around, taking it all in. Your tail has a way of trailing behind you, but it's also pretty thick. Maybe you could put it against the floor and lean... *CRASH* Nope. Ah well. Best to just... sit patiently, and make sure you don't trip or slip on anything else. Scales are quite slick, it seems. (set: $APType to "Lizard") [[Nobody Saw That, Okay?->The Appointment]]

You helpfully inform the sheet that you are a doggy, because who wouldn’t want to be one? And yet… something feels off. You push your paws against the countertop, the little claws clacking on the hard stone. Your tail wags happily, pleased that you feel so warm and snug. But how did you get dressed up like this? It is a mystery. It’s an easy feat to drop down to the ground, wander around on all fours. The butler finds you after a while, and offers you a position as the house dog. This seems like a wonderful sort of employment, though you do need a lot of help filling out the paperwork. Somewhere between standing up and walking down you forgot how the letters were supposed to sound, but that’s okay. You spend your days roaming the grounds, minding visitors and making them feel comfortable. You get petted from time to time, and even if you don’t pull in a salary, your room and board are taken care of. All in all, it’s a pleasing relationship. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You helpfully inform the sheet that you are a Beautiful Pony, because who wouldn’t want to be one? The pen slips from your hand as all the fingers smoosh together, the nails becoming one until they start to form a hardened shell around your soft meaty handparts. You hold up your hooves, not quite sure what to do with them, until you clop them together. Aha! That’s what they’re for. You step down onto all fours right about the time your new tail grows in. Where your pants got to, you’re honestly not sure, but something about the half-dressed look pleases you. Your face pushes, shoves out, until it is quite long indeed, though your eyes rise up on a much larger head to make up for it. Your ears swivel as the butler comes back in, and he sighs. ''“We were hoping for an employee with hands, you know.”'' Terror sets in, until you remember the most important part of being a beautiful pony. Forcefully, as if your job depended on it, you push a long spiraling horn out of your forehead. The instrument begins to glisten, and it is an easy feat to simply reach out and imagine picking something up, like the pen you dropped. There. All better. He stares at you, then shrugs. ''"I suppose that will have to do."'' (set: $APType to "Pony") [[Yes! Nailed it.->The Appointment]]

You stand in the entrance hall, waiting and anticipating. The butler, at last, nods his head and holds his arm out. Please. Proceed through the ominously large double doors. The mistress will see you now. Aaaaahhh. You take a deep breath in... and out. You got this. It's just an interview, a closing interview at that, and she wouldn't have called you here if she didn't like what she saw. You've got this. (if:$APType is "Rushed")[[[Do The Thing->Rushed App]] ](if:$APType is "Small Tail")[[[Do The Thing->Small Tail App]] ](if:$APType is "Sandwich")[[[Do The Thing->Rushed App]] ](if:$APType is "Lizard")[[[Do The Thing->Lizard App]] ](if:$APType is "Null")[[[Do The Thing->Null App]] ](if:$APType is "Pony")[[[Do The Thing->Pony App]] ](if:$APType is "Female")[[[Do The Thing->Female App]] ](if:$APType is "Party Girl")[[[Do The Thing->Party Girl App]] ](if:$APType is "Satyr")[[[Do The Thing->Satyr App]] ](if:$APType is "Anthro Dog")[[[Do The Thing->Anthro Dog App]] ](if:$APType is "Blue Male")[[[Do The Thing->Blue App]] ](if:$APType is "Blue Female")[[[Do The Thing->Blue App]] ](if:$APType is "Anthro Bird")[[[Do The Thing->Anthro Bird App]] ](if:$APType is "Feral Human")[[[Do The Thing->Feral Human App]] ](if:$APType is "Naga")[[[Do The Thing->Naga App]] ](if:$APType is "Rabbit")[[[Do The Thing->Rabbit App]] ](if:$APType is "Nimbat")[[[Do The Thing->Nimbat App]] ](if:$APType is "Crystal Pony")[[[Do The Thing->Crystal Pony App]] ](if:$APType is "Otter")[[[Do The Thing->Otter App]] ](if:$APType is "Tiger")[[[Do The Thing->Tiger App]] ](if:$APType is "Forest Child")[[[Do The Thing->Forest Child App]] ]

You start to write, but wonder if maybe you should change the age a little? A bit younger, perhaps, to look fresh out of school. The form, however, takes your pondering as completion, and is more than happy to sign you in at the ripe old age of two. The world starts to grow, rising and zooming even as a weight is lifted off your shoulders. Your thoughts loosen and unravel, a flood of emotions spilling forth as time itself is undone. You were looking down at the application before, but now it’s closer to your eyes. Your clothes flop loosely off your shrinking limbs, and you half mean to cry for help. But the word never leaves your throat, the speech of someone far older than you. Landing on the ground, it doesn’t take long for you to curl up and shrink into a nice cozy state. You fit inside the entirely of your jacket, and it is very comfortable and secure. You came here to do something, but that’s obviously not as important as being comfy. You yawn, stretch, and go to sleep. The butler finds you eventually. You spend your days growing back up again, learning strange things and casting odd spells. Mostly though, you’re raised to be someone a little wiser than the human you were born from. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

There. All signed in. You feel responsible, like a proper adult! That doesn't happen often, so you make sure to savor it. Mmm... wonderful. You're sure that you'll find a way to procrastinate or flail about miserably soon, but for now it's important to bask in the glow of a wondrous victory. (set: $APType to "Rushed") [[Go to your Appointment->The Appointment]]

You finish writing with a flourish, but the pen wraps around to form a 0 on the end of your 29. Oops. Time lurches by, but you refuse to budge. Your outer shell hardens, reduced to bare minerals and elements rather than the cells of a living thing. It takes some time, but eventually you pull yourself free from the dessicated statue. The butler is not overly pleased. They were hoping for someone living to hire, and as a ghost you will be unable to do most of the tasks given to you. Your spirit is placed in a glass lantern, and you spend your time learning telekinesis to greater manipulate the environment outside your new body. The odd mineral statue is sold at a premium, and while the money is technically yours, you can’t help but wonder what it would be like if you had hands to spend it with. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

The kitchen is far more pedestrian than you expected from such a grand place, but you suppose that cleanliness is more important than decor. Clean tiles with a blue backsplash, a little counter for foodwork, and a rather simple round table. The chairs look exceptionally comfortable, but are made of a single piece of upholstery to prevent food from falling in the cracks. As the butler said, there is some food and drink left out for guests, or whomever may be passing by with hunger on their mind. [[Partake of the Food]] [[Have Something to Drink]] [[Return to the hallway->Explore the first floor.]]

You head on into the laundry room. It’s a bit tight, but you suppose all laundry rooms are required to be so. The air smells like lemon, or the industrial equivalent of lemon. A set of carefully folded jackets and pajamas sit in a basket, all of them animal themed in some manner. Off in the corner is a pile of unwashed clothes, strewn about in an “I’ll get to it sometime” state. The wash is filled, but hasn’t been started yet. To be fair, you are applying to help around the manor. Perhaps doing some of your eventual work right now would get in the mistress’ good graces? [[Investigate the Folded Animalia]] [[Try to Sort the Clothing Pile]] [[Get the Washer and Dryer going.]] [[Head back to the hallway.->Explore the first floor.]]

You head down a few marble stairs into an expansive chamber. Rippled pillars and statuary, paintings adorning the walls. The air sings a gentle song as you enter, and your footsteps tap a bold echo as you continue. It’s not so much a basement as a secret art lair. You half expect a master sculptor to jump out at you, insisting that you model for their next piece. Mostly you just grumble that your entire apartment would fit in this one room. Maybe if you ask nicely, you could live here. With the naked statues, and the strange paintings. It would be unique, if nothing else. There’s so much to see, and you find yourself drawn inwards. What to look at first? [[Check Out the Statues]] [[Examine the Paintings]]

The kitchen is far more pedestrian than you expected from such a grand place, but you suppose that cleanliness is more important than decor. Clean tiles with a blue backsplash, a little counter for foodwork, and a rather simple round table. The chairs look exceptionally comfortable, but are made of a single piece of upholstery to prevent food from falling in the cracks. As the butler said, there is some food and drink left out for guests, or whomever may be passing by with hunger on their mind. There’s a fair bit out here, quite a lot actually. What were you in the mood for? [[Just Nibble a Bit]] [[Make a Sandwich]] [[All You Can Eat!]]

There’s a lot of drinks here, and your mouth is indeed parched. Let’s see here… a box of coffee, the good sort too. The transparent soda bottle just says Lemon-Lime, as if that’s all you need to know. There’s a “fruit” drink labeled Blue, which is probably the most honest blue drink name you’ve heard. Better than Mountain Crisp or Glacier Spring or whatever blue is called these days. And over here, aha! A fine selection of booze indeed. To be fair, you have an appointment soon, but perhaps you can calm some of the anxiety with a touch of bubble? [[Make You Some Coffee]] [[Try the Lemon-Lime]] [[Imbibe the Blue Juice]] [[Alcohol Before Noon, It’s That Kind of Day]]

Mmm… a little bit of nuts, some cheese to go with it. Very nice. This is like being at a party! A nice person party, the sort where everyone stares at you and judges you and… On second thought you prefer this better. Only one person will be judging you, and they’re not here right now, are they? Good taste in food though, you approve. You feel a little fuzzy around the edges, though you’re not entirely sure why. [[Best to Stop There]] [[But You’re Still Hungry...]]

You set about making a sandwich! Get some veggies, a bit of protein, slather some sauce around, and there. Wonderful. Should you eat it now? [[Save it for later]] [[That was the idea, yes.]]

Mmmph! This is really wonderful. A bit of salami, bring over the salad… aha! Pumpkin pie in the back. Absolutely fantastic. There is so much food, and all other thoughts start to fade. The food is what matters, and anything else is just a distraction. Finishing one dish just means it’s time for a different one. By the end of the day you shall be king of the feast. One has to wonder… where is all that food going? [[To your Belly]] [[To your Chest]] [[It Disappears, Like Magic]]

There’s no point in having an interview on an empty stomach. You continue eating, allowing the rumbles of hunger to subside. Ah yes, this is the good stuff. Maybe if you get the job, you can afford the good stuff too. For now, you suck at the... cashew tray of the upper class. It takes a moment for you to realize what you’re sitting on. A tail, your tail, brown and fuzzy. Your ears twitch at the sound of your fingers running through your fur; fingers that are much longer and clawed than before. Your feet perch on the edge of the chair, and it becomes apparent that the room seems to have grown on you quite substantially. That, or you’re turning into a mouse. You have half a mind to complain, but really that would take time away from eating... [[Run Away]] [[Finish What’s In Front of You]] [[Gather Even More Food]]

No, it wouldn’t do to eat a large amount of food before an interview. Be polite, and respectful. Even if it was very tasty. Your body tingles as you stand back up, strange feelings coming from the digested food. Your ears twitch slightly, and you have the most curious feeling of being followed. Aha, it’s your tail. ...wait. You’re not quite sure how you managed that, but a long brown tail has slipped through a brand new slot in your pants. It’s warm to the touch, and bushy on the end, and when you hold it in your hands you feel… lots of things really, but at the very least you know where your tail is. As you walk back to the lobby, you start seeing strange things. The pictures in the house take up different shapes, fuzzy around the edges much like yourself. The butler himself has a long, beautifully shampooed fox tail, and he compliments your taste in species. (set: $APType to "Small Tail") [[Thank you.->The Appointment]]

You run. It’s hard work, the first few steps, grabbing at your pants and trying not to trip. But it’s not long before the pants catch up with you, shrinking to match your fuzzy little form. Ramming against the front door, you make a mad dash to your car, only to find that you can barely see over the steering wheel! You’re quite a bit smaller now, or perhaps all your size has gone to your tail and fur. Regardless, you can’t stay here. Somehow, despite all odds, you make it back to your apartment. You curl under the covers, and insist that everything will be alright. Your tail finds its way to your hands, and you hold it gently. There. The world may be large and strange, but at least you know where your tail is. When morning comes, the changes seem to have subsided. You're small, like a little kangaroo rat, and you are Adorable. The outside world is intimidating and massive... you'd much rather stay here and nibble on some nice food. Ah yes, you didn't get the job, so you don't //have// the nice food. Hmm. It isn't long before ideas pop in your head though. You're exotic, unique even! And the world would love to see you, perhaps to be you, even if they don't know what they're asking for. So you show them. Your stream is a bit of a joke at first, but when people start realizing that they've got a wonder on their hands, they come hand over foot with ad revenue. You shake your tail(your moneymaker, you suppose), and do a little dance. Rescued from despair by humanity's desire to cuddle adorable creatures! It won't be long now before you have a nice little manor with a butler of your own. And when you do... maybe you'll ask for some tips on how to transform people. Maybe. You haven't decided, but the fact it's your decision to make sets you at ease. [[Your journey begins here…->Game Start]]

You keep eating, even as the distance between the chair and the table grows larger and larger. Your clothes spill out around you, but you don’t pay them any mind. Why would you? You’re a fuzzy little mouse, and you’re warm enough as it is. Humans are overdressed, most definitely. Having had a wonderful meal, you stare out over the edge of the chair with concern. The hop down isn’t so bad though; you don’t weigh very much, and landing on all fours takes the trouble out of it. Heading on back to the entryway, you wait for your appointment. Alas, it turns out that you are far, far too small to be of much use to the manor. They keep you on as a novelty, and eventually someone with a better sense of size takes the job you wanted so badly. You live in their room, sleeping in the dresser and occasionally playing video games. Mostly, you wonder why the world is made for people much bigger than you. It’s very rude, really. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

There’s so much to eat! You gather it all, and even as you shrink into the chair you bring it with you! You’re stuffed, full of calories and nutrition, but find it oddly hard to move. Your paws refuse to reach out and grab another bite of food, and you find yourself toppling down to the floor. A bit of your crumbs scatter about, even as you find that five seconds pass all too quickly. No one will be eating you, but then again, you won’t be eating anything else. It’s a strange perspective, lying down like this. You don’t feel cold or hot, or really much of anything. You just watch, and wait. Shortbread isn’t the most exciting of materials. After a long time, the mistress comes by, her paws massive and huge. You don’t even compare to one of her toes, and you lack the mouth needed to say hello. She eyes the strange animal cracker with amusement, before throwing you in the trash. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

Okay! You've got a nice sandwich in tow, and you feel confident. Everyone feels confident when they've got a sandwich to rely on. (set: $APType to "Sandwich") [[Let's Ace This Interview->The Appointment]]

You devour the sandwich, and feel the power flow within you. You see… you understand! Your eyes go wide as you comprehend the world as it truly is: made up of tiny particles that combine to form the whole. You rise up off the ground, channeling the lunch within until your power is too much to contain! Your particles spread outwards, splitting and swirling into a storm of sand, directed by your will. Slowly, carefully, you coalesce back into a humanoid shape. You hold out your hand, and allow it to flow in and out, freed from the need to have your limbs actually attach. You have become a sand witch, a creature made of and commanding sand. You channel the whole of your powers to…! Make another sandwich. Mmm. Tastes different, with how you dissolve it directly into component particles to add to the sandstorm, but it’s still nice and delicious. The butler comes by with a vacuum, unwilling to let you conquer the kitchen for your own purposes. You fight valiantly, but ultimately find yourself sucked into the canister. Curses! You plot your revenge from inside your plastic prison, but suffice it to say, you will not be getting the job. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You’re filling up, but that just means you need to make room inside. Everything squishes and squeezes, even as muscle and bone give way to fat and flesh. Your nose pushes out flat as your mouth digs deeper into the succulent lunch. No need for hands, just eat with your mouth, that’s good. You don’t seem to really… have hands anymore. They’re hard and cloven, little hooflets that are better for shuffling you around than moving dishes. The whole affair topples over, and you drag the most delectable bits to the ground with you, ending with a loud CRASH. It’s a bit awkward, trying to get out of your silly human clothes. But you have no need for that; fat is the best insulator around! You squeal with approval as you finally get nice and naked, fuzzy pink flesh on a perfectly rotund body. You devour, and nothing can stand before you for long. The butler eventually comes by, taking you out back(with considerable effort). The stables are nice, and you even get your old clothing to use as a blanket. What could be better than this? You certainly don’t get the job, but when all you really want is an all you can eat buffet… this little piggy will have a very good time. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You’re filling up, but that just means you need to make room inside. Everything squishes and squeezes, even as muscle and bone give way to fat and flesh. Your nose pushes out flat as your mouth digs deeper into the succulent lunch. No need for hands, just eat with your mouth, that’s good. You don’t seem to really… have hands anymore. They’re hard and cloven, little hooflets that are better for shuffling you around than moving dishes. The whole affair topples over, and you drag the most delectable bits to the ground with you, ending with a loud CRASH. The way you land though, it’s bizarre. Everything jiggles on the inside, sure, but it jiggled on the outside as well. Flopping over, you watch in amazement as your fat starts to push outwards. Little nipples, six in a row, soon growing into lovely sensitive teats. Something’s pulling and dragging at your dick in back, and you can’t even reach it to try and fight. But all those human thoughts of worry and concern fade when the last bit of flesh goes *pop*. It’s certainly an adjustment, as the butler takes you to the stables. Your deep alarm at the presence of another, male pig quickly switches to joy and wonder. It feels almost as good as eating, except you’re the one being porked. Months pass, and the new piglets arrive in a heavy night of heaving and shoving. But when you see their adorable little snoots, watch as they wiggle up and find nourishment on the belly of their mother… it feels right. Good and pleasing. Far less stressful than that silly job you wanted. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You have absolutely no idea where all the food is going. It just disappears, as if your gut is a portal to the food dimension. That’s okay. That just means you get to eat More! Everything grows fuzzy around the edges, your body and your mind. Your body becomes wonderfully rotund, even as your arms and legs become tiny clawed little things scrabbling at the food in front of you. Everything is food, if you try hard enough. You fall to the ground, and wonder why that would happen, only to nibble on the jacket you’re wrapped up in. You don’t know why you do that, but then again, you don’t know why you do anything. The butler arrives eventually, declaring you to be a fluffy burrito. You purr gently as he picks you up, and he corrects himself; you’re a purrito. It’s so strange being picked up by someone you thought was about your equal in height, but that’s silly. He’s not a guinea pig. He’s a foodbringer, and you demand he brings you more food. Far in the future, long after you have forgotten everything about your excursions, someone else gets the job. You live in a cage in their room, and occasionally are taken out onto the bed to run around and bounce. She declares that you are a Ravenous Poopmonster, which seems apt if a little snide. But when she tickles, you purr, and flatten out, and become at peace. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You set about getting all the steps of coffee production ready, only to realize a glaring problem. There’s no pot. Who keeps coffee in their house and then hides the pot? It’s maddening, really, getting you all steamed and hot. You slam your hand down on the countertop, then double-take as you see it is a very shiny, aluminum plated hand. You cry out, but your words come in whistles and dings. A strange force is pulling you towards the coffee beans, and it’s all you can do to remain standing. The issue is resolved by the lifting of your legs off the ground. Twisting around backwards, curling up until they have become the plastic overhang of a coffee maker. Indeed, your torso feels very solid and glasslike, and you realize you have only moments to act. Grabbing the coffee beans, you pour them into your head, and suddenly all anxiety is relieved. You feel… at peace. You’re a good coffee maker, with a good coffee pot. You have everything you need to work with, and your body is even getting good at forming those nice right angles and sharp edges that a proper appliance has. You feel… lifeless though. Drained. Your dick squiggles, a most peculiar feeling, and stretches out in search of food. Longer, wrapped in insulating rubber and plastic while the inside nerves become cables of power. Out stick the prongs, and you hop your pot around for a better view. There! The outlet. Snaking your cord towards it, you slip the prongs in just a few moments before movement fades from your brain entirely. Mmmm… you bubble, you burble, and this batch of coffee will be very nice indeed. The mistress comes by later, to sample your wares, and she is indeed pleased. Admittedly, she wanted an actual mobile humanoid to take the job, but having a new coffee pot saves her from driving to the store to replace the broken one. Store bought objects don’t really heal themselves like the transformed ones do, you see. You’ve found your place in the house, and everyone appreciates your skill and craft, though you wonder if perhaps this is a bit of a soggy way to live. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You drink of the lemon-lime, and it goes down smooth. No, not just that, you feel smooth. Wavy, groovy, like everything is going to be alright. Your ears start to waggle, and you can feel the fat of your body being turned to more productive purposes. Stretching your arms up, you allow your butt to escape, longer and longer until it slinks onto the floor. There. Your skin is overtaken with smooth, green scales, warm to the touch and pleasing to rub. Your tummy, so flat, and where have your nipples gone? And yet… you feel so free, so dextrous. You can’t help but dance a little, letting your waving arms match your sliding feet and your tail thumps on the floor with the beat. You drink more of the soda, you have to. It wouldn’t do to be half a lizard, after all. The lemon was apparent at first sip, but now the lime aftertaste takes its toll. Your face stretches outwards, even as your ears become wide and curved, almost the width of your face. A longer neck, a leaner shape, you bend and curl just so! Your clothing slowly catches up with the rest of you, as the shirt fades into oblivion and the pants become shorter and freer for your nice thick tail. As you go for a third drink, you Feel the liquid in the bottle, and slowly, gently, draw it upwards with your mind into your mouth. No cups needed at all. The butler comes by, and while your eyes still see a human, your nose smells a fox! Something is hidden, under the skin, perhaps it always has been. He invites you to come to the mistress’ work room, for your appointment. (set: $APType to "Lizard") [[Right This Way, Please->The Appointment]]

You drink the blue, and allow it to fill your being. It’s somewhat refreshing, albeit with a bit of a mineral aftertaste and a sense that there’s just a tad too much sugar. That won’t stop you though, and you continue to imbibe. It creeps up on you slowly, but about when you’re near the bottom fifth of the bottle, your world explodes into light. Angles stretch onwards to infinity, colors are just wonderful ways to say hello, and your mind begins to assume that everything makes sense, because otherwise it would have to try to think about it. It’s a good feeling, at least. Everything makes sense. Your arm is becoming smooth and glistening, shining in the light even. That nice blue shade looks even better as a blue crystal, and beyond better when it’s your crystalline arm twisting and moving all on its own. You can see through the arm, through the hand, and when you stick your hand inside yourself it comes out the other side. Excellent. Your clothes slide through you, pooling on the floor, but you didn’t need them anyway. The world has been unlocked, and your form is unveiled before your eyes. You wave goodbye as the organs and blood vessels melt into blue like the rest, until you are simply a creature of delicious blue. Your dick is more of a bulge at this point, and with a little rubbing of your plasma-like hands, it settles down into a simple little mound. It tickles when you rub it. Very nice. There’s still a bit left in the bottle, but you wonder if perhaps you should take the time to assert yourself first… [[This is Fine]] [[Perhaps Something Feminine]] [[Free Your Mind]]

You break into the booze. Today has been a stressful day, and you need to be at your least stressed when being interviewed! You tell yourself that, and almost believe it. There is a sizable amount in here, though it doesn’t entirely seem to be the usual brands. How peculiar. You’ll have a little of… [[The Adult Fruity Drink, Please]] [[A Nice Bottle of Wine]] [[Beer for Liquid Courage]] [[Pick the Hardest One, Accept No Substitutes]]

This is very nice, you think, as you make yourself a little adult smoothie. It’s strawberry pink, mixed with a bit of other fruits, because you prefer taste with your booze. A drink, a swig, and you start feeling better already. Warm, tingly inside, tingly outside too. What brand was this… Party Hardy. Excellent. You do feel like partying, getting out there and showing the day who’s boss. Your body has that lovely feeling of burning off excess calories as you wiggle and groove about the kitchen. Everything’s so much nicer, rounded and fuzzy about the edges. Thoughts don’t seem quite so harsh and insistent, and your muscles don’t really need to be all that bulky do they? No, a trim, slender form is what’s right. You watch your chest deflate, but it doesn't quite do so everywhere. A bit on the left, a bit on the right, and the way the shirt drapes between them is lovely. There's a bounce to them, much like there's a bounce to you. You just have to get in the right mood, with the right drink. Making sure your breasts situate just right as the rest of the chest retracts, you heft your coat back over and let it fall onto softer shoulders. Before you were out in the bottom, in on the top, but now it’s time to flip the script. You need to shake things up if you’re gonna win this job, and this is just the way to do it! You briefly ponder the important, life-changing parts of this new you, before the smell of a strawberry fizz reaches your perky little nose. Aha! You weren’t done, were you. [[Chug. Chug the strawberry goodness!]] [[Save the rest for later.]]

You draw out a bottle of wine, red. It claims to be from Mother Nature, which is technically true you suppose. Still, you’ve never really been much into the fruity backstories, as the actual beverage is anything but philosophical. Bottoms up! Ahhh… that’s good. You can feel that warmth in your belly, a refined and dignified sort of power welling up inside you. Another sip, and you let that power flow. Hands outstretched, how forest brown fur ripples and ruffles along your arms. The nails on the end of your fingers take greater position, little caps that hoof your fingers just so. Your spine wiggles and waggles, but it doesn’t seem to get very far. You pet it anyway, and it is very soft. It really seems to be going to your head though. As the feeling slowly climbs up your neck, you stretch your head out and allow the force to escape. It's pushing and prodding at your forehead, until at last you begin to sprout your first set of antlers. They’re… kinda short, honestly. A few inches, a little gnarly. Then again, you can’t imagine how odd it would be to sleep with a full rack. There’s still half a bottle left… [[Chug. Chug the wine!]] [[Save the bottle for later.]]

Excellent, they have beer here. Which one is this… Sweet Baby Jesus! Excellent, you appreciate some blasphemy with your suds. Pouring out a mug of bubbly, it goes down nice and smooth, and back up with a bit of a burp. Urp. Everything’s fuzzy around the edges, softer thoughts and softened senses. You can just be in the moment, floating and feeling free. Your body gets all shaggy and loose, the body hair thickening and ruffling into a golden coat of fur. There’s little beans on your hands, and you smoosh them together. Heehee. Excellent. Briefly in the glass, you catch a reflection of a very pleased doglike face. Reaching back, you scritch behind your ears, and all is well. Your tail wags, reminding you that there’s still much more to drink! [[Chug. Chug!]] [[Save the beer for later.]]

You hit up the hardest stuff, the Neverclear. Excellent. 300 proof, a density possible only through magic itself. Your high school chemistry classes tell you that this will all fall out of solution at the slightest hint of water, but that just intrigues you further. A little bit, just a tad poured out. Mix it with something, and watch your eyes strain as more alcohol than can possibly exist in a given space infuses within the swirling liquid. You can see slightly into eternity when you look into the glass, but only just. It’s purple. You don’t know why it’s purple, but that must mean you did something right. [[Drink!]]

Ahhh.. that’s the stuff. As the sweet succulence slides down your throat, you feel it push at all your extremities, and pulling everywhere else. Pomf! goes the hair as it flutters down by your shoulders. Boomph! goes the chest as your breasts now stick well outside your jacket line, forcing It to move aside! Blammo goes the booty, as your crotch fully evacuates to make more room for the bounciest of butts. You do a little dance, jump up and down, and yes! Yes, this is good. Woohoo! Out of all the strange transformations in the manor, you found the one that makes you feel ALIVE. The butler’s tapping foot brings you back down, only a little. You scamper over, give him a hug and a kiss, only to be reminded that this isn’t that kind of establishment. After a few minutes though, it’s clear that you just… can’t help yourself! You want to have fun, you want to BE fun, and you need to share that fun with others. Your lack of judgment and restraint ensures that you will not be getting the job. However, you do meet a lovely satyr out back who works as a gardener, and are more than happy to take his number. It may not have been what you wanted, but you got some fun out of the whole ordeal. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

True, it wouldn't do to be drunk at your interview. Still, you can save it for a nice victory lap. As you screw the bottle-top back on, you feel your own screw starting to unwind down below. It's loose, slowly retracting, and you give it that little shove to push it along. There. There's a party in your pants now, nice and deep. But you'll save it for later. You're a girl who knows how to restrain herself, so that at just the right moment, you let it all come out. (set: $APType to "Party Girl") [[Soon! Soon.->The Appointment]]

Mmmm… yessss… You’re the lord of the forest now. Slipping slowly down to the ground, letting your little hoofsies hang out. The antlers grow powerful, taking all that pesky knowledge and learning and turning it into regal poise. Deciding that glasses are far too much work, you simply partake the last bits from the bottle itself, drinking it all down until you feel very wonderful indeed. The butler comes in, oh deer. ''“Just couldn’t restrain yourself, could you?”'' Nope. But another would be nice. ''“Only if you can walk straight on your hooves.”'' It’s… new. Different, but new. And yet, you’re so topheavy, so wobbly. You realize you’re falling forward two seconds before you actually do so, yet your front hooves catch the tile quite nicely. You stretch and wiggle your tush, vaguely wondering where your pants went. Such is the question all drunks ask, once upon a time. As you are unable to drive like this, they let you stay out back. You find it easy, almost natural to empower the woods and the gardens with extra vigor and life. The satyr comes by from time to time, and while your butthole gets very sore, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. Days turn to weeks, turn to months and beyond. You don't seem to be aging, merely carrying on much as the woods around you do. You can feel them now, as if they were your own body. Every human that crosses your lands is known, and the ones that dislike that human shape are easily accomodated. You may not have gotten the job, but you’ve claimed an entire forest as its lord. In distant years, people talk of the strange grapes that grow there, and how wine flows like a river. And maybe, if you let yourself stray from the path, a mighty stag will be there to welcome you to the forest as a new animal. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

True, it wouldn't do to be drunk at your interview. Still, you can save it for a nice victory lap. As you re-cork the bottle, you feel the changes start to settle. Your feet gently slip out of your shoes as you place the new hooves on the floor. Hard, firm, yet very supportive. The fur seems to be going straight to your legs, but for the most part they remain rather humanoid. It's a sort of business-on-top, party-in-your-pants sort of look, and you pull it off rather well. Scratching behind your rather large ears(which does feel very nice), you set forth towards the manor entrance. Perhaps the mistress is here now. (set: $APType to "Satyr") [[Soon! Soon.->The Appointment]]

Mmmm. After your third mug, you’re really starting to feel it. Everything’s so simple, so easy! You didn’t need to worry about all those higher brain functions at all, they were just getting in the way and giving you anxiety. Definitely not a good thing to have. When the ground calls, you answer on all fours. When the butler calls, you pad over happily, tail wagging on full blast. When the mistress questions, you simply tell her the truth. You wanted a bit of liquid courage, fearful for the possibility of being harshly judged by your eventual employer. You don’t get the job, but she appreciates your honest, heartwarming demeanor. When you wake up the next morning, there’s already some more beer there. She leaves the choice to you, but really, there’s not much choice at all. You happily partake of the Hair of the Dog, and let all worries fade away. You’re a good dog! A fluffy golden retriever who loves to run and jump and occasionally talk to people which weirds them out but you don’t mind because they pet you yes they do. All is well at the doghouse. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

True, it wouldn't do to be drunk at your interview. Still, you can save it for a nice victory lap. As you finish putting your can in the fridge, you feel the changes start to settle. Your feet gently slip out of your shoes as you place the new paws on the floor. They're quite a bit wider and thicker than you'd expect, but you suppose that it makes for a much more supportive foot. Your tail is wagging quite heavily now, and this desire to play, to treat life as a game... you haven't felt this way since you were a child. Everything that crosses your eyes are viewed in a positive light, and your thoughts are eager to Do things rather than watch the things be done. Scratching behind your rather large ears(which does feel very nice), you set forth towards the manor entrance. Perhaps the mistress is here now. (set: $APType to "Anthro Dog") [[Soon! Soon.->The Appointment]]

Mmm… that was… that was definitely something. Concepts come undone, thoughts unwound, the mind itself softening and rippling with the possibilities of extradimensional conduits. Everything is wobbly, doubled and tripled in your view. A step, a teeter and a totter. Something feels… wrong. Your body, liminal as it is, can hardly hold the extradimensional beverage. You start to unravel into places unseen, which is not ideal since you need those parts to keep living. Your liver is halfway amidst the cosmos by the time the butler comes in, and then frantically waves the mistress in too. You wave, but you wave seven times in the single wave, and it collapses back in again. That was a cool trick. Her hands are glowing, and you briefly see the image of a three tailed fox channeling powerful magics. Everything is… becoming harder again. Less soft, but no less smooth. You stretch yourself into a delightful pose, of a man taking a drink. It’s all you can do before your skin, your everything turns a calm shade of pink. Amethyst, a stone to ward off drunkenness. You’re translucent, even as they take off your clothes and allow you to sit freely in the kitchen. You are eventually repurposed as a rather crude bottle holder; your outstretched hand perfect for the task. You feel everything that your guests do, and softly take the harsh thoughts and feelings out of their mind, so that they can have a good time in peace. Parties are much calmer and happier when you’re around. Still, sometimes at night, when the lights go out and you get put back in the pantry, you wonder if it would be alright to have another drink. It’s right over there, but they never let you have one. Very rude. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You shake your… head, you suppose, the part of you that looks like a head. Already you feel whole, complete. Your form simply exists, as a shape and a vehicle. There’s even little bubbles inside, to give it that nice refraction when the light hits. You set about putting your clothes back on. It turns out to be a matter of Insisting that you are solid, and that you are going to Remain solid until further notice. Takes a few tries, but now you’re nice and dressed. Wonderful. A quick swig of the last of the blue, and your world compresses back into its usual 3-dimensional state. You've still got that sugar high, but being made of sugary goop would probably do that to you. Still, you feel confident. Bubbly, even. This interview is gonna be excellent. (set: $APType to "Blue Male") [[Let’s See How This Works->The Appointment]]

It’s a little tricky, but you think you have the right idea. It’s about will, intent, about how your inner self feels before it ever touches a single synapse or sensation. And right now, you’d like to feel a little girly. Just a bit. When else would you get to try something like this? Your form shifts, the outline does at least. Out comes the chest, down goes the torso. Plump it out in the butt, and bring that little mound inside. Curve everything, it must flow! The more you change, the lighter you feel, dainty and elegant. You don’t know where the excess mass is going, but you really don’t care. As your mind allows itself to feel feminine, the blue slowly shifts redder. It’s cool to watch your hand shift hues, right before your… huh. You suppose you can see out of just wherever you wish, but for now you’ll stick with the eyes. That’ll take some getting used to. By the time you’ve recombobulated, you’ve taken on a nice bright purple shade. Pink would be a little too on the nose, but this is a soft color, for a soft blob of candy. A quick swig of the last of the blue, and your world compresses back into its usual 3-dimensional state. You've still got that sugar high, but being made of sugary goop would probably do that to you. You try to put your clothes back on, but it’s not really going to work. You’ve shrunk too much in the places that would hold it up, and grown too much in the spots that needed to be thin. Ah well. Draping your jacket over your shoulders, you feel Ready. This interview is gonna be easy. (set: $APType to "Blue Female") [[Let’s See How This Works->The Appointment]]

You laugh a bubbly hearty laugh, and push away the notions of self-restraint. You’ve changed into something wonderful, and there’s no reason to hold it back by limiting yourself to human standards. You drink the last of the blue, watching sadly as your world returns to normal. But that’s just a prelude for the next bottle, and when you start to drink, the effect is returned ten-fold. You’re not even in the kitchen right now, having traveled to the Food Dimension where all food is prepared. You stuff the bottle inside your chest, and allow yourself to congeal into a simple ball of slime. From here, you will grow. The Food Dimension is pretty neat. It looks a bit like hyperspace, but with a bunch of 70’s cartoons hanging out at extradimensional food stops. They ask if you want to be eaten, but you politely inform them you’re from a non-vore story. They frown, and let you go about your business. What even is your business? You don’t know. You’re blue! You are the embodiment of blue syrup, the drink with no agreed upon name. As far as godhood goes, this is pretty tame. You can reach your senses out into the world, and feel every single instance of blue drink at once, but there’s not really too much to do with it, is there? [[Abuse Your Power]] [[Return as an Enlightened Being]] [[Escape to the Cosmos]]

Obviously, your stint at godhood must involve asserting your power. You don’t know how long this sugar rush will last, and you’ll need to make it count. You reach out your mind once more, touching every single instance of blue drink on Earth. And with just a touch, a slip of the consciousness, you allow that blue to become magical. You watch, chortling to yourself, as people across the world begin to slime and transform much as you have. Their drinks don’t have the power to help them break the cosmos like you did, but soon there are translucent candy people all over. Freed from the limitations of a solid outline like humans have, they reshape themselves as they see fit. Some change in gender, or revert to a childlike age to grow up again. Some find solace in unity, and merge to become massive slimes with great power. Others still revert into little blobs, for in surface tension they know peace. And you? You return to the manor, pleased as punch. You’re floating now, allowing your shape to be informed by the flow of your consciousness. Right now, you’re a blob rather like spaghetti, with noodly appendages that wiggle and writhe. Perhaps tomorrow you will be something different. Such is your power. You do not get the job. Indeed, the mistress all but throws you out of the manor before the magic cops arrive. She does Not want any part of that. You evade them easily. Being a slime, you are resistant or immune to most forms of damage, and your tenacity is your greatest strength. But knowing that there are forces out there opposing your brand of mass transformation… you’ll need allies. Strong allies. Squishy allies. The slimes will unite, under your translucent banner. [[Your journey wiggles onward.->Game Start]]

You allow your mind to calm, to settle. All the carbonation works its way out eventually, and the noises it makes when the bubbles reach your surface are rather amusing. Eventually, the second bottle of blue is digested, plastic and all. Your extra-dimensional excursion ends, and you return to the kitchen that propelled you to greatness. You get it now. Magic is simply asserting your will upon reality, reaching out and touching it with your noodly appendages. And with the vast amount of high fructose corn syrup permeating your very soul, you have quite a bit of power to unleash. Still, you understand that humanity is small, fragile. It needs guidance. You politely thank the mistress for your ascension, and borrow some of her books on basic shapeshifting. You don’t need them for yourself, but you would like to help others become all that they can be. They might not identify as a translucent blue candy being, but what they do identify as needs to be brought out. It is slow, at first. The police don’t like you, not one bit. But they cannot harm you, and after a while they accept that this really isn’t going anywhere. Your successful attempt at resisting arrest makes national headlines, and soon the faithful gather to hear your wisdom. You reach into their souls, touching the parts that drive their very being, and give that drive shape in the physical realm. You were a little hesitant, at first. But seeing the tears of joy on the little squirrel person’s face, at the sudden and instant release of dysphoria they didn’t even know they bore… this is good. You are assailed, by those who fear their power being usurped. But none can harm you. You’re a slime, and you come back from darn near anything. Your message of peace, of self-expression as a superpower, of letting the inner self become the outer self… it resonates. With an unkillable leader, and faithful to spread the magic, it isn’t long before the world is changed. Years later, you sip some blue soda, reading the news of the body purists raging against their slow decline. You wish you could save them all, but for what you have done, it is enough. [[Your journey has created billions of new journeys. You did it.->Game Start]]

Having tasted the fruit of knowledge, you can no longer go back to the garden. The vast realms of dream, of thought and feeling, they call to you. And so, gently reaching back into the kitchen of the mistress, you take the other four blue drinks with you. One. Two. Three. Four. Your worldly body shatters into a million tiny pieces. Those who find the blue shards are empowered, enlightened, and go on to do wonderful things. Yet Earth is not where you rest, not anymore. You check in from time to time, but it wouldn’t be right to unleash your power upon such a small, fragile place. The stars aren’t so far away, once you know how to reach them. You just touch with your mind, a gentle prodding and a notice that you’ll be there soon. And soon you are, whisked away across the galaxy. Other beings of thought exist, though you try to steer clear of them. The sort of person who would cast aside everything to ascend as you have doesn’t really make for the safest of travel companions. Occasionally you touch worlds, consecrating them with the astral sugar. Animals become beasts, become creatures with minds of their own. They live the lives they seek to, and occasionally one of them manages to get pretty close on their religion. You never actually settle the matter with them; it’s far more pleasing to let the creatures exist on their own, and if you ruined their religious tiffs they’d never wear the cute little pope hats. You like the pope hats. At last, when all is done, and all is entertained, you allow yourself to shrink. To fall, layer after layer of reality, until you come to rest on a planet much like Earth. Here, bearing a shard of blue, you will grow up to fulfill great destinies, and eventually return to your astral self. For now though, you think you’ll settle for doing the thing that you failed to earlier. Your last, greatest failure, that set you off into the stars. You’re going to ace that appointment. Well, you’ll try. Your new incarnation doesn’t really remember all the cool powers and such, but maybe they’ll turn into something neat this time. And when they’re done, you’ll be back in the astral blue to try it all again. Such is your power. [[You are the journey.->Game Start]]

Hmm… there’s all sorts of stuff here. It’s been folded, sure, but thrown into the hamper in a heap. Not quite hung up, not quite put away. Still, the more you look, the more they start to catch your eye. You’ve never quite seen this make of clothing, and perhaps it wasn’t store bought at all! No tags whatsoever. Flipping through the assortment, you blush a little as you find what is clearly the mistress’ undergarments. She’s got a moderate chest, and… apparently a tail? You suppose that’s what the little carefully sewn opening in the back is for. [[Play with the Tiny Dragon Pajamas]] [[Inspect the Feathered Jacket]] [[Drape the Bear Skin Cloak Over You]] [[Fiddle With the Lingerie]]

You set about sorting the clothing pile, but are no more than two shirts in when you see the fabric start to move of its own accord. You reach out to the most wiggly one, and it gives you a high five. Hey! Nice. But then it starts drawing your hand back in. Sort, sort! Put them in the proper places. So you do. Carefully, meticulously, one after another. Separate piles for separate items. There we go. It takes a while, but you start to notice your hand feeling… fuzzy around the edges. Everything does, really. You let go of the shirt you were working on, and watch with deep concern as your hand starts to trade skin for fleece. It’s soft, gentle, but it’s definitely not human. It starts at the wrinkles, until you don’t really have wrinkles on your palms anymore. The insides of your hand feel stuffy, puffy, very soft indeed. The clothes wiggle expectantly. [[Eh, This is Fine]] [[Struggle with the Clothing]] [[Run Away Screaming]]

You flick on the dryer, and check the wash to see where it’s at. Needs detergent, so you add a bit. A simple task, yet somehow… you feel a calling. The clothing inside want a new friend, and there’s still space to go. You wobble, trying to process the psychic friendship demands of so many garments. The detergent spills, splashing over your arm and front. Great, wonderful, a mess to clean up. But everywhere it touched feels… clean. Utterly divine, as if every possible harm that had ever been done to it disappeared in an instant. You just need some water to spread it all around, to make everything feel wonderful. Your brain farts, and when you next make sense of the world, your arm is already dangling into the wash. It’s loose, floppy, almost like it’s made of fabric. Shrugging, you heft yourself up onto the machine and allow yourself to sit in the opening. You… don’t fit, not yet at least. But you feel everything below you softening, your limbs thinning and your gut becoming hollow. As your rapidly folding frame sinks down with the rest of the clothes, you reach out a silken hand to turn on the machine, and pull the lid down. Everything blends. Your thoughts swirl and mix, until you unclench entirely and just let them be. Your mind in a perfect state of motion, defragmenting at last. Everything goes where it needs to be, and you become who you need to be. [[Wheeeeeee]]

These are So Cute! Little red scaled things with little prongs and horns on the hood. The more you look at them, the more it feels like… longing? Like you want to be in there, safe and snug and ready for bed. The world wobbles, and you feel very small indeed. The tiny pajamas aren’t so tiny anymore, and something in your mind tells you that they’ll fit Just Right. You’re hardly even aware of taking off your own clothes, perception returning only as you start to put your hand in the sleeve. And what a feeling! The world grows around you again, and your arm pops out the other side at Just the right length. It’s a clawed, scaley hand, yet small and gentle. Your arm certainly feels weird, being smaller than your other one. But that just means you need to put the other arm in too! There. Double dragon hands. It’s disorienting, stepping into the leggings like this. You have to grab onto the table, a thing that now rests at eye level, as your legs shrink down long before they ever hit the other side of the pants. You get them on though, and pull up happily. Everything’s so warm, so cozy! Close the front, flip the hood up just right. It’s no surprise that your snoot stretches out from the hood, flared nostrils and hard scales taking center stage. Your eyes see so well, almost glowing with inner light. And your horns! They fit right into the little horn caps on the hood, just like you hoped they would. You shake your tush just a little, trying to give it a hint, and it soon figures out that you need a tail too! Thick, coming down from your middle into that snug little tail sleeve. You bounce with happiness, not even caring how small you are. The washing machine that you once looked down on looms over you with menace. But you simply giggle, and dash out of the laundry room to show momma how awesome your new look is. The mistress is a bit shocked, but accepts your demands of Hug Now and Uppies without question. The kitsune is much larger than you, your little kobold head fitting snugly under her chin as she holds you. The idea of getting a job is kinda funny, you’re way too young for that! But you’ll be the best little kobold there ever was, and learn ALL the magic. [[Your journey begins here.->Game Start]]

You hold up the coat, marveling at the design. It’s flared in the butt, loose and drapey yet covered in scintillating patterns of feathers. It is perhaps the first example of a ‘ruffled’ collar that you quite like. Fluffled? Ruffle your feathers? The taxonomy escapes you, but the comfort does not. Such a thing would be lovely compared to your own store-bought one-size-fits-steve jacket. So you switch. Shuck the old layer, slip on the new one, and the difference is like night and day. It’s like wearing a friend on your shoulder, not a cocoon to stifle you in. And yet… you feel stifled. The shirt. The t-shirt underneath, that won’t do at all. Slip, flip, adorn once more. There. You look very ridiculous, standing in the laundry room with a coat and no shirt, but somehow it feels almost right. It’s just missing something. And looking at the deep dark plumage you’re sprouting on your chest, you think the answer is you. The downy fuzz pushes and shoves from within, drawing back your neck and allowing your jaw to escape. Out it shoots, far past the adjoining skin, until at last it curls back down into a slender little beak. Your nose runs along the top, hooking up to the new aperture, while your teeth and tongue are perfectly fine to stay inside where it’s nice and mouthy. Your arms flare out, feathers fanning the limbs while the hands turn a deep dark crimson. Sharp talons, graspy things, your fingers longer and mightier than ever before. You stomp on the ground, and it is with similar stompers. Spreading the toes, empowering the joints, and tipping it all with the claws of murder. You’re wobbling, trying to stay steady while ankles rise and hips fall. Something’s missing, to bring it all into balance. And just like that, your shoulderblades begin to change. Not one socket, but two! New arms, growing out and up and over… only to cascade back down at the very end. No hands for these limbs, but they get the best of all the feathers. One coat, two coats, three coats indeed. There’s a thickness to the upper part of the wing you didn’t expect, and they’ve definitely been lifting with all those muscles. Yet with a simple thought, they curl back around. (set: $APType to "Anthro Bird") [[Excellent.->The Appointment]]

You pick up the massive bearskin, amazed at how hefty it is. Flip it around, drape it over your arms, rawr! You’re a bear! Well, not really, the claws flap loose when you do the rawr thing, but it’s the spirit of the matter that counts. You look very ridiculous, and are equally pleased. But the pelt starts to push back. Weighing you down, was it always this heavy? You cast aside the flappy arms, but this time they seem to be stuck. Wrapping gently around your teensie human hands, creating gloves for you to fit into. There’s that brief moment, after your hand has gone into the bear glove, where the two Connect. The boundaries blur, as it becomes an extension of yourself, and then simply becomes you. You have bear hands! You push back away from the hands, only to sink deeper into the pelt. It’s wrapped all along your backside now, and everything it touches fills with vigor and might that isn’t quite yours. And then that moment happens again, this time with your head. You feel the muscles of the bear, the might and force of the great beast… and it lets you take charge. The fur is wrapping around your front now, but the utter sense of empowered calm stays your cries. You have… nothing to fear. Literally nothing. The sheer majesty of being so… durable. It’s so easy to let the bear step all over you, into you, filling out those weak parts you didn’t want anyway. Your clothing is spat out the other end, leaving you quite the naked beast. But with fur this shaggy, a truly big-boned physique, you don’t feel exposed at all. Mostly you feel tall; the laundry room bearly has enough height to accommodate your head. Ducking down, you push through and out of the door in case things get larger still. [[Bearly Made It.]]

You pick up the lingerie, or you try to at least. Handling is allowed, but as soon as your hand goes inside the thong, mighty electricity shoots up your arm. Yeeouch. You reel, dropping the undergarments and grasping at the wall for balance. Everything’s… blurry, and the usual processes your body would take to get you back on schedule don’t seem to be working. You’re slipping, sliding down the wall now, reaching for something but not having the force to support that reach. Your arm flops, and you note with alarm that the hand splits off at the end; a loose mitten falling on the floor. It’s much the same with the rest of you. Your chest is a shirt, declaring ''“I was Transformed and all I got turned into was this T-shirt”''. Your bluejeans are actually green, and your feet slip off into strange dense rubber things, clawed as if to take the toes of a canine. You cry out in alarm, but this only manages to topple your self out of your head. You clatter down the pile, coalescing into a wonderful ruby gem, which golden chains from your brain are quick to snatch up. As soon as they connect, you can think again, but the thoughts are rather unhelpful. Your head does make a nice cowboy hat, though. [[Fashionable!]]

The butler is small, a tiny fox thing that can’t possibly harm you. But when he speaks, you listen, and when the mistress speaks, it’s like the thoughts in your head are being spoken by her. They wander around you, poking and prodding. ''“Impressive size. Perhaps a bit lacking in dexterity.” “Could be useful for gardening. Excavation.”'' ''“What do you think? Shall we have a construction bear around the manor?”'' You nod in approval, still trying to find the words. They got lost there, somewhere in the mess of bear and human. She seems to understand though, and promises to work on that little problem. You get A job, even if it wasn’t The job. Your labors are physical, your duties exhausting. But when you look at the massive basement you’ve tunneled by your own claws, a proper bear den? You know you’ve done it right. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You try to stay awake, but there’s simply… nothing happening. You’re lying in a pile of clothing, made from yourself, and the view doesn’t change unless anyone’s around to change it. And yet, the moment you nod off, you emerge on the other side of sleep to see the mistress picking you up. Her black-furred hands are massive, and you can see the tiny little ridges and dimples of the beans on her fingers. ''“Well now. I suppose the pervert trap was helpful after all.”'' You protest that you were trying to help sort the laundry, but the words make no sound. She shushes you anyway, did she hear? ''“Help or not, you certainly fixated on the unmentionables. The very first thing you gravitated towards. Not to worry. You’ll have a much better view of things now.”'' The fox lady takes your necklace, puts it over her head, and your gem sinks down into her shirt. Just the perfect length to sit right between the softly furred bosoms. You’re almost too busy admiring the view to notice that power is being drawn from you: a spectral bra that lifts and cradles. A perfect fit, without any silly clasps. You don’t get the job. You are, however, greatly appreciated as part of the mistress’ wardrobe. It’s so much more freeing to wear an amulet than a bra, and the amulet even gets to enjoy the ride. You feel every bounce, every squish and float, and her pleasure is your pleasure. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You fight back! Off, vile fashion. Away! Yet the room senses a hostile presence, lashes out at one who would fight its will. Clothing shoots from the finished bin, out of the wash and dryer, thrown at you with reckless abandon! You’re feeling soft, floppy and loose. It’s soft to stand, and as your legs become hollow and cozy you flop down upon the floor. You shout and scream, but the words fall flat, and then the last of your cries end up as the words on your t-shirt. They pour the detergent over your he- ...mmm. You feel clean. Something was washed away, sanitized just right. Your hood flops back against the ground, staring up at the horde of clothing rampaging about. It’s all too easy to be picked up, thrown in the wash. You don’t get the job. Truth be told, you spend a lot of time figuring out what you actually are. Your mind eventually coalesces into a hoodie, letting the pants and gloves and shoes go be their own person. The next applicant gets the job, and wears you with pride. You go on many adventures, but often find yourself wishing that you were the one in the driver’s seat. Ah well. Maybe the next person who wears you will be more submissive. Then you can slip free. Who knows? Maybe they’d enjoy being a jacket. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You launch yourself out of the room at full force. Some of the clothes are still stuck on you, but without the aid of their fellows, they are easily picked off while you run. You flee. The manor tried to eat you, to make you into clothing, and you’ll have none of that. Still, you feel very soft inside, and you hope this won’t be too harmful. A silly thought. Every change inside of you is soft, cozy and warm. It doesn’t know how to be harmful, and the only harm that comes is from trying to be something you’re not. The next morning, you wake from an unexpectedly wonderful rest. You’re still squishy inside, fuzzy around the edges. Looking in the mirror, the face of a human stares back at you… but not quite. It’s softer and squishier than it should be, the bones not quite staying stiff. Your throat doesn’t really… go anywhere; your mouth just a cavity pretending to be normal. Little plush horns top your hair, and your ears waggle quite nicely(with a little tag on the right one). You rip the tag off, and it doesn’t try to grow back. Your days pass as they have, looking for jobs and hoping for employment. Yet all the while, you can’t help but feel like you’re on the cusp of being something wonderful. You don’t need to eat, nor drink. There’s no muscles to feel pain in, no tendons to tighten up. You’re not quite a plush, but you’re certainly not flesh and blood. Maybe it’s the penis. You miss it so, and the smooth fuzzy area where it used to be haunts you. You wonder if maybe you should go back. Visit the manor, ask for help one way or another. The choice becomes moot though, the day you accidentally pour detergent on your arm while doing laundry. It feels… heavenly. You slip down against the washing machine, pouring it all along your stuffing. You can’t believe you’re doing this, but you slide inside the wash. The laundry can wait. You need to be clean. To have the bad thoughts washed out. When you come out the other side, you’ve shrunk. Now you know what your clothes feel like when they shrink in the wash, though the end result is a bit more… palatable. Not quite five feet tall, yet all the leftover features have come in. The shoes of a goat, and the face of one too. Your snoot is much less hollow, the mouth cavity far shorter, and your hooves don’t really make a clippity clopping noise at all. Silent, stealthy, yet complete. You don’t get the job. However, there are so many opportunities for a living plush in the world. Caregiver? Laundry master? Heck, you could even go back to school, no longer burdened by physical feelings like anxiety or tension. [[Your journey begins here.->Game Start]]

You relax, and offer your hand to the clothes. They poke and prod, and one curls into a thumbs up. They approve! You take the pile, pulling it off the counter and onto you as you sink to the floor. There. Is that better? It issss… the clothing dance and prance around atop your body, a most peculiar massage to be sure. You feel soft, inside and out. Worries in your mind can be taken at their own pace, or bounced away to another corner of your squishy thoughts. You exhale, and your chest deflates as you do. No more need for lungs, no more need for any of that. How strange it is, to feel your outlines replaced with the finest of threads, your insides emptied entirely without a care. Your face sinks back, until you have eyes inside your hood, much deeper in than you’re used to. Your mouth wiggles into the hood as well, your tongue turning into a little tag. Phhhhbt. You lie there for some time, allowing all the final bits of meat to fade into cloth. But eventually you get back up, for you have things to do! You resemble a jacket, most of all, with pants that attach quite nicely. You can use the ends of your sleeves like hands, though the force is minimal, and the fingers lacking. Still, you manage to unzip yourself, staring at the nothing inside. You are clothing, with will and intent. Perhaps you want a person to wear you, or perhaps you’re just at home among the garments. Regardless, the mistress informs you that your new shape is most suited for work right here. You won’t be getting the full job, but as master of the laundry? There is no one as skilled as you. You make the clothes dance, freeing them from their dirt and grime. Your loyal subjects are pleased, even when they have to go back and be worn by others. Sometimes you go in the wash too, a dizzying yet pleasing sensation. The taste of detergent is like honey on your tag, and you come out the other side nice and clean. [[Your journey ends here, folded and pressed.->Game Start]]

It stops, after a while. Sleep takes you, and the dreamless slumber brings you along to the sight of the butler opening the lid. He looks like a fox person, complete with the cute ears, but most importantly he picks you up! You settle onto the floor, marveling at your shape. You are composed of fabric, a myriad of clothing, and your patchwork seems to have taken a quadrupedal shape. Your hood has cat ears, and your scarf swishes like a tail. Gloves pad the floor, while your jacket zips closed contentedly. And yet, you are still sopping wet. The butler sighs, and throws you in the dryer. Everything warms, soothes, and becomes whole. Your mind melds with the clothing, and you feel at peace. It’s like you’ve always been this way, always been a hoodie-eared cat. You do not get the job. However, you stay at the manor, learning the finer parts of magical fabricwork and cloth enchantment. Your tapestries open doorways to new worlds, your blankets ward off nightmares. And every once in a while, you get to go in the laundry again, to sleep amid the spin cycle. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

There’s a fair bit of statuary, mostly that nice white marble for the polished look. And yet… very few humans among them. Animal people, or just animals, created with immaculate detail. Splendid lions and geese taking flight. A snake lady with her tongue out, going *phhhhbt*. Oh so many, and yet a few pieces seem to catch your eye… [[Check Out the Manly Wolf Statue’s Abs]] [[Admire the Catgirl’s Perfect Curves]] [[An Empty Pedestal?]]

These paintings are lovely, forming highly realistic landscapes and vistas to places far away from here. Even up close, the detail is stunning, and your neck cranes in a painful manner to take it all in. Perhaps one of them draws your eye… [[Green Grassy Hills and Mountains]] [[The Ocean, Under the Sea]] [[Space, the Nebula Place]] [[A Blank Canvas, With Art Supplies]]

Hoo boy. He’s standing tall, tail swished boldly around his firmly muscled legs. The expression is less ‘awoo’ and more ‘come hither’, an alpha inviting a newcomer to join the pack. Every part of the wolf is detailed to perfection; flowing shoulder length mane and calmly smiling muzzle. Yet you can see parts where the artist simply couldn’t keep up; fur sculpted in chunks and etched with lines. The tail is a bit thicker than it probably was, solid inside rather than bushy. Stone doesn’t do bushy well, you suppose. There’s no getting around it though: his dong. It’s just like “yoooooo”, sticking up without a care. There’s a Knot, an actual fucking knot. It’s the biggest dick you ever did see, and with the way he’s looking at you… [[Play with the Dick]] [[Cover the Dick with a Modesty Towel]] [[Embrace the Wolf]]

Why hello there. The cat lady before you is smiling, her breasts open to the wind and her pussy… open for inspection. Someone took a very long time, painstakingly ensuring that this lady’s curves would be utterly smooth and flowing. There’s definitely an artistry to the form itself, how the breasts are shaped just right, the arms curved just so, and the tail curled around to add to the piece, not detract from it. She’s a bit bushier in the fur than a housecat, but not quite so menacing as a predatorial sort. The species eludes you, but the statue does not. [[Slide your Dick Inside]] [[Fondle The Boobs Unmoving]] [[Hug Her Gently]]

Hmm… there’s definitely an empty pedestal here, just kinda… there. More importantly, the faceplate is labeled ‘YOU’. ...There’s no way this is safe, but you didn’t come here to be safe, did you? And really, the pedestal asked first. Polite of it, really. [[Sit on the Pedestal]] [[Stand on the Pedestal]] [[Hands and Feet on the Pedestal]] [[Politely Volunteer to Join the Gallery]]

You touch the phallus gently, and are shocked at how… warm it is. How warm you are, a spreading feeling of lust that shushes all the silly thoughts away. You stroke it, and somehow know that the statue is appreciative. You… can’t pull your gaze away. Your head is stuck, fixated upon it. Drawn closer, you start to lick at the marble. Dusty! But the taste soon feels passionate and sensual, overriding all other objective analysis of what licking marble might feel like. The penis insists that it tastes good, and you are more than happy to oblige. You’re on your knees, limp and loose. The more you lick, the longer your tongue feels. The longer your face feels, stretching out until your snoot is rubbing his cock. Something’s… pleasing in your head. In your everything. Like your mind isn’t just stuck in your brain anymore, like it has your entire body to fill and enjoy and shape and become. It’s your hand that you notice first, as you place it against his leg. It hardens, refuses to move, and then forgets how to move entirely. The idea drains out of your head, the very concept of motion becoming something you never even consider. It’s as alien to you as being able to fly. All your worries fade. The wolf, the wonderful man you cherish, bringing you in closer. You make sure your tongue is gently wrapped around the phallus, in a way that couldn’t possibly be carved by human hands. Make it clear to everyone, look and see! This statue used to be a person, and perhaps still is. [[Still Together]]

Get it away, cover that thing up! You grab a towel from the base of the statue next to you, and throw it over the dick with force. There. Something feels… off. Your brain farts, and you wonder exactly what you were concerned about. Your hand reaches down, feeling your nice smooth crotch. That’s how it’s supposed to be, right? Nothing indecent, nothing lewd at all. And yet it continues. Your belly button pops out, then smooths into a completely blank surface. No nipples allowed! Your body hair fades, and everything becomes smooth like marble. Your head whirls with strange sensations, and you have to sit down. Your brain is smoothing, covering up all the bad parts you didn’t want to see. And yet… each part of your brain has some enemy within, some bit that it does not like. And soon your mind is marble. You rest, allowing your clothing to come off. There’s nothing to hide, in any case. You’re perfectly clean, perfectly safe. Your fingers merge, forming little mittens, even as your feet become simple wedges. And yet… there’s so much you can cover up! Look at those curves, those joints! Someone, somewhere, might find it lewd. You have to cover it up, you have to. Some time later, the butler finds you. He is a little perplexed as to why you felt the need to become a perfectly round sphere of marble, but he rolls you off towards the empty pedestal regardless. You sleep. You dream. Slowly, gently, your sphere becomes an egg. You don’t know what you’re hatching into, but it will be yours. Not belonging to that silly human who came in here. He covered himself up. And when you finally uncover your true self… [[Your journey will begin.->Game Start]]

You embrace the statue, but realize almost immediately that something has come between you two. Sheepishly, almost embarrassed, you take off your jacket, your shirt. There. The touch of marble on your chest is… warm somehow. Not cold like most stone, there is an inner heat and fire which gently soothes you. You look down for the briefest of moments, and what you see is quite acceptable. Hair is sprouting across your chest, across your body. Dark grey fur that matches nicely with the sculpted coat your friend is wearing. It pushes and shoves against him, even as you lean in closer. Something grows at the base of your spine, and it is all too willing to push your pants off as it descends. Your penis is fencing with his now, but when you get it in just the right position… it stops. Matched at the perfect angle, ready to spend that moment there everlasting. You blush a little, only to feel a yawn forced out of your growing muzzle. It stretches and fluffens, and you breathe in the marble of your companion. As your ears finish rising, you turn your head to look at his. A wonderful view, but not quite what you were thinking of. Slowly, final hesitation working its way out, you lay your head sideways on his chest. It’s… comforting, really. There’s no heartbeat to hear, yet… the longer you lay there, the more the words start to become audible. ''“Such a long time… I was hoping someone would join me.”'' [[You’d be delighted to.]]

The butler finds you, after a while. He sets about taking off your clothing, though some of it has to be cut loose. Eventually you are naked, a muscular german shepherd with a taste for manhood. Your tail doesn’t wag, your ears don’t wiggle, and your tongue is forever bound to the love of your lover. Your thoughts turn to bliss, that moment of orgasm. Nothing comes of it, but your rock hard phallus is a wonderful compliment to his own. Eventually the mistress takes pity on you, and with a gentle brush of her hand, your statue changes. The cock is spurting, marble cum spraying into the air. You feel that utter release, as if your entire being was about release, about letting it all go. Just like you did. She lets you know that whenever you wish, you can start moving again, and they’ll discuss matters when that time comes. You think it will be a very, very long time. You are perfectly happy here, amidst a moment of rapture that never fades. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

The feeling of turning to stone is not quite as harsh as you feared. The sensations of your inner body, the thrum of your nerves, they start to mix together into a single solid note. Your stone doesn’t have veins and arteries, doesn’t have places that are more or less dense. It’s simply stone, inside and out. Solid, consistent, stable. Slowly, spreading out from your dick, the parts of your body stop needing anything. As their functionality fades, so too does their need to function. There is no anxiety, no agitation, far from it. You feel… relieved. You do not need to expend so much brainpower on existing, and your consciousness can simply… exist. The moment when your open mouth hardens from the bottom of the jaw first… the part when your nose stops reacting to smells and just… smells. Sounds are not alerts to be worried about, they simply are. You can appreciate the music for what it really is, once you’ve stepped away from the orchestra. His name is Regis, and he chose to stay here a long time ago. He did not want to leave, not until he found someone who could share in his life. Being a very beautiful wolf was nice too! You express mirth, for laughter is a thing that mouths create. Much time is spent conversing about your time, and his. Who were you, and who am I? You do not get the job. But perhaps one day, when you both are ready, you will step forth into flesh once more. Till then, you exist together, as it should be. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

It’s… warm. The statue itself is warm, and the inside pleasantly smooth. You did it! And yet… you can’t pull away. Something’s dragging, sucking at your dick, sucking at everything. You pull awkwardly, but the burst of pleasure that follows sends your mind reeling, stuck on autopilot. Now you pull with intent, back and forth, allowing yourself to have your way with the insides of the catgirl. You feel… weak. The more you fuck, the less able you are to fuck, and you find yourself grasping and holding onto her to try and keep it going. But your dick is floppy, your tummy is melting, and your muscles evaporating. You look up into her eyes, and your head locks into position. You can’t move, you can’t… but then you don’t know how to move, and then you forget that moving is even possible. Your dick slides out, what’s left of it. A tiny little waggler, nary an inch long, and far less than that wide. It dribbles and melts until there’s just a sack of balls hanging from you, and then those too turn into cum to splatter onto the pedestal. You feel the warmth from the statue, and how cold you are, and without thought you ask, beg for it to come into you. You… you need something, anything. Your chest touches hers, though you didn’t move at all. Breasts, growing upon you and from you. The nipples touch, just a tad, before you watch the statue start to move. It’s thawing, unclenching, even as you take in all the warmth and passion that it held. Your crotch quivers for the first and last time, dripping down until it just… stops. [[Trading Places]]

You place your hands on her breasts, and they’re a pretty good match! The stone is warm, strangely so, but that’s good. You don’t like clammy hands. And yet, when you take your hands away… something’s missing. Something’s not quite right. You look back at the breasts, and feel them… calling to you? You’ve never quite heard a breast call before, but you’re certain that’s what it is. Shrugging, you come closer once more. The part of your mind telling you this is a bad idea is beaten up by thirty other trains of thought, each shouting “Boobies!” And you smile. There. Your mind slowly empties of any resistance, any actual thought beyond enjoying the closeness with the objects of your arousal. You come closer, rest your head against the stone chest of the catgirl… and then inside. There’s a brief brain fart, as you try to catch up with what happened. Did you just… sink below the surface of the stone? But there’s no pulling back out, only a gentle suction as the lower parts of your body start to become incredibly unimportant. Your entire self vibrates with sexual pleasure, and now you really can’t think of anything at all. You just… want that pleasure to continue. Warm. Soft. Smooth. Round. Boing. Your pants slide off, and then your jacket and shirt, for there’s not much left to hold them up with. You’re being sucked up, siphoned into the stone right at chest level. Slowly your view turns forward, facing out from the statue, and it’s such a relief to feel the last of your fleshy bits be absorbed by the breasts. Everything becomes at peace. Slowly your mind is soothed into gentle desires, feeling and being and existing as the breasts of the catgirl. You don’t even notice the flow of time, and it’s only when someone comes in and disturbs your serenity that you ever really are aware. It’s been a very long time when someone else comes in, tries to fuck the statue. Slowly, finally, your person turns back into fur and flesh and blood. Her first steps, carrying you around. Does she know, she has a passenger? Even if she does, it doesn’t matter. You go on the most wonderful of adventures together, always watching from the breast seat in the house. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

There’s a certain… loneliness about the statue, when you get down to it. She’s proud of what she is, but sad that there isn’t more. Her arms are open and expectant, but drooping slightly knowing it will be a long time before anyone comes to visit. So you do visit. You step up close, gently wrap your arms around her, and hug. It’s… a bit more solid than the hugs you’re used to, honestly. She doesn’t move, not even wobble. And yet… you feel. There’s a warmth in there, a warmth that spreads to you in thanks. She asks that you go, and leave her be. Images flash in your mind, of a girl stepping up to a statue much like this one, and slowly taking that statue’s place. Those who get cozy with the catgirl become the catgirl, and petrify to remain that way. There can only be one statue. Indeed, you’re… feeling strange. There’s a lightness and a softness about you, like everything masculine, everything that might exude toughness and power… it’s slipping. It feels good to slip, to let it all go. Here, in this place, where there is no need to protect yourself. The statue has always traded places from an unwilling person… but what if that person wanted to be with the statue? [[Escape to Safety]] [[Remain Here, Knowing the Consequences]]

The fear you felt is gone. The worry and terror, that moment of shock… you don’t need it anymore. You’re feeling warm again, filled with power and sexual energy. But it’s not yours… it’s hers. Your ass sculpts into a curved, luscious frame, the better to sprout a tail with. Your nose stretches just slightly towards hers, but it doesn’t quite reach before her head becomes fur and flesh. Your catlike ears are solid, but they still hear everything. ''“You… hah… what goes around comes around. Comes. Haha…”'' She’s breathing slowly, intentionally, as if she hasn’t done it in a very long time. Perhaps she hasn’t. ''“I was here, you know. Doing the same thing you did. I guess I’m still the cat, huh. But… I’ve had time to let those ways go. And maybe… being a girl won’t be so bad, you know?”'' ''“Well, I guess you will, when you hatch. I wonder who the lucky fucker is to have their way with you?”'' You can’t say. All you know is that you feel a warm, burning need. You need to be completed, to have another appreciate you as you are, and yet somehow… you expect that all you’ll get is someone looking for a fuck. Ah well. You watch her walk away, and days turn into nights turn into sleep. You don’t remember much of it at all, even as the manly thoughts drain out of your stone. It’s easy to feel like the catgirl, to let your mind fall into the mold all around you. And when you finally do move, you feel like you’ve gained some perspective. What it feels like to be waiting, longing. Next time, you’ll ask. Be nice to the catgirl that takes your place. She’s in it for the long ride. [[Your journey will resume, eventually.->Game Start]]

You nod, stepping away from the statue. That warmth, that feeling of change… it’s still here. All around you, really. Your eyes, your ears have been opened. As you head towards the stairs, the statues begin to positively glow with change. The very air invites in those who desire it, and the artwork serves as a focus to guide it. This place is cursed. Perhaps some people want that kind of curse… but not you. You leave, back to the first floor. Already you’re feeling softer, gentler. Your dick is extremely happy, and yet somehow juvenile and petite. Your chest has started to swell, even as every other part of your torso draws inward. You thank the butler for your time, and hasten to the car. Your car, your path to freedom. Just beyond the massive sphinx statue, her magic casting a glare so blinding you can hardly see. Ow. [[Let’s Get Out of Here]] [[Succumb to the Change]]

You smile, and shake your head. Run? Running implies there’s something to run from, a danger that needs escaping. And all you see here is a girl trying to shut the world out. One who longs for companionship, but fears it all the same. You stand firmly upon the pedestal, just a short distance apart. That slipping feeling doubles, triples, and it’s all too easy to shrug your shoulders and let your jacket fall by the wayside. Your pants aren’t needed, and as long as everything else is going the shirt can go too. Your slender feet step out of large male shoes, and you kick them away with a flick of the ankle. There. Placing your hands on hers, you look deep into her eyes. There’s a bit of a snout there, a touch of fur that looks so soft. And it’s so easy to feel your nose bending into a shape like hers, to experience that gentle brushing of fur all along the cheeks. All the fat in your body starts to gather, bubbling up beneath your nipples until they can’t stand it anymore. They thicken, grow, and stand stiff in the breeze. You shift your legs as your hips slide about. More in back, more on the sides, yet opening up a little in the middle for a new surprise. Your dick is pulling upwards, the pleasure magnifying and spreading as it does. Just a little more, and… there. It pops into place, flush with the crotch, and you feel the skin slowly begin to part ways. Why are you doing this? She doesn’t understand. But you look down at yourself, up at her, and simply smile. It’s alright. Sometimes it’s better to be with a friend. Your tail grows, longer and fluffier. It swishes from side to side, the happiness barely contained. The way it brushes against your butt, the feel of your ass slightly larger in the back, it’s a nice little change. The ears rise upwards, twitching and bouncing in time with the tail. You lean in close, letting your breasts touch against hers. Letting your mouth meet her stone lips. The moment freezes. Movement stops, and then is erased. All the effort and strain put into standing upright disappears in an instant. You simply Are in this pose, and there’s no need to do anything at all. Your face becomes solid, and as the stone hits your brain your thoughts become calm and rested. A statue has no need for excitement, does not know how to be excited. But it feels pleasure, feels that gentle love that humans do. It’s done. There are now two catgirl statues on display, the spitting mirror image of each other. And yet inside, their minds meet and elope. To learn about each other, to see what the other has seen. And in due time, when they are confident and ready, they will return to flesh and blood. You don’t get the job. But you got the girl, and she got you. You got to be the girl too, which doesn’t happen very often. All in all, you think you did alright. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You leave. Of course you do. You wanted a job, not… these. Halfway down the forest road, you tentatively push against one of the breasts. It feels… nice. Has a good amount of give, but enough tension to bounce back. Your hair is flowing all across your shoulders, and your ears brush against the car roof when they rise too high. To say nothing of your tail. It’s not a long one, you keep telling yourself that: 2 feet isn’t long. But it’s there, pushing out between your legs and reminding you that there’s Nothing else going on down there. Occasionally it rubs just right against your pussy, and the heat starts to rise in your face. Guh. But you make it. You throw yourself into your bed, and burrito up in the blankets like a luncheon special. This will be okay. You will be okay. And somehow… you are. You awake the next day, and while your feline traits remain, they don’t seem to be increasing any more. You aren’t turning to stone. You escaped, for what it’s worth. Adjusting is… hard. The body feels natural, feels like it should be there, even while your memories scream that it’s not. You darn near leapt into the ceiling the first time you heard a housecat talk. You suppose they always talk, and you’ve just now found the way to understand them. You eventually give in, and accept the long-standing job offer from the cat cafe(catfe?). They insist that you’re the star of the show, and news starts to spread about an actual catgirl running the register. Business is booming, and you’re free advertising. Well, not quite free, as you do demand a little bit of a pay raise. But it’s nice to be appreciated, and the work isn’t so hard. One day a witch comes in, and asks to see you. There’s a gleam in her eye, and mischief on her mind. But that’s for another day. [[Your journey ends here, for now.->Game Start]]

You gasp for breath, having run most of the way to the front gate. It’s… it’s a long way, okay? The magic is pulling at you, drawing you back. And the thought crosses your mind to just… let it have its way with you. So you do. The feeling is like a water balloon popping on your skin, of a warm surface suddenly becoming a drenching heat. It seeps into everything, changing and rearranging. This part goes over there, and ooh we could do lovely things with the ears. Your mind fades. You… you don’t know what you want anymore. And the magic is ever so willing to help you with that problem too. Your plans, your hopes and dreams, they melt into simple wants and desires. Why worry about something so far in the future? Why struggle and starve when the fun is right here? You collapse on the ground, not even caring that your feet are shrinking right out of your shoes. This… this feels alright. To let it all go, to succumb. Your heavy breathing turns into soft hissing, and then into a gentle purr. Your head has slipped inside your shirt now, everything retracting towards the center. But it feels okay. Everybody wants to be a cat, right? You just got the premier package, that’s all. The butler comes by, concerned that your car did not leave after you were very insistent about leaving. He picks you up, carries you back inside. There there. It’s alright now. You awaken to the sight of a very large cougar wearing a hoodie staring down at you. And yet… your thoughts are of friendship, and comfort. Big kitty! Big friend. You boop his snoot, and he baps you upside the head. But it’s good. It’s alright. You never quite work up the nerve to ask the mistress to restore your mind, to bring your body back. You’ve had bad experiences with magic, and really… it’s comfortable like this. You don’t need to worry about the job. You don’t need to worry about much of anything. The dress code is naked and lunch is served whenever you want it. Occasionally you stare at the cougar, and feel a longing for that sort of higher intelligence. But he assures you that it’s alright to be who you are. Besides, if you got smart, he’d have a rival, and that wouldn’t do. You nya, and go back to sleep. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

Mmm, there we go. Butt nice and center. The pedestal felt cold when you first touched it, but it’s warming up to you. You really have a nice view of the gallery from here, and take the time to admire the statues across the way. You like how the deer is frolicking in the grass, and wonder how long it would take to sculpt actual grass. Probably many years of art school first. Time seems to be… slowing? No, becoming less important. Lots of things are becoming less important, the longer you stay here. You were waiting for the appointment, but that’s still such a long time off. Hmm… [[Lay Back and Relax]] [[Sitting is Fine]]

You stand on the pedestal, and take a quick selfie. There. Good. And yet… you can feel it. Something’s reaching up, dragging at your mind. It wants you to stay, just for a little while. The usual tiredness from standing in one spot seems absent, and it’s so, so easy to just be still… [[Absolutely not! Run!]] [[I’d Love To Be Still]] [[Check Your Messages, How Long Will This Take?]]

You get on hands and knees, before realizing something’s still in the way. Sheepishly, almost embarrassed, you take off your clothing. If your hunch is right, you won’t be needing it. There. Hands laid, feet kinda awkward but still there. You can feel it, a gentle calling from underneath your skin. The pedestal was cold at first touch, but now it’s starting to warm up to you. The question is, how does that make you feel? [[Bold and Powerful]] [[Smooth and Sensual]] [[Solid and Sturdy]] [[The Wrong Way Around]]

To be honest, you’re not entirely sure what you want to be. You do like the idea of taking a break for a while, and so you just… ask. Hey gallery! Yoooooo. Got any suggestions? I’d like to join. You feel slightly unnerved at the sensation of the gallery, the entire room and artwork around you beginning to ponder in unison. It’s a bit like a fear of public speaking, except mixed with the dread of being expected to live up to your own question. After a few moments, the feeling returns, this time with a few possibilities. [[Majestic Full-Sized Dragon Sculpture]] [[A Spiraling Eastern Dragon]] [[Have You Considered Becoming a Chandelier?]]

You lean back, letting yourself unwind. It’s nice. Freeing, really. Your mind forgets how to worry, how to react to things, and just allows the things to… happen. Your clothing melts off like wet paint, dribbling down to color the faceplate at the front. You can’t see what it’s doing, but moving doesn’t really seem… important. It’s best to relax. Your legs spread wide along the ground, even as your dick becomes strangely erect. Rising, throbbing, until it just hangs there in midair. You’re not even surprised when it starts to turn a shiny stoney white. You weren’t expecting the tail. The ballsack, and the rest of your crotch really, all start to push out, woozing their way in a slithering curl along the pedestal. The tip of your reptile just hangs off the edge, artistically curved and placed. It’s alright for your feet to grow little claws, for the anatomy to be just that more lizardlike. Lizards are pretty chill, at least you are. Your snoot stretches upwards, but you find that the pedestal has other ideas in mind. Just as it starts to block the view of your main attraction, the stone beneath you pushes up, forming a gentle incline for your head. You can see it all now, and your inviting gaze is frozen just right. You relax. You sleep, for the longest time. You needed that sleep, really. But it’s hardly the next spring when someone comes in, looks down at you, can’t believe they’re doing this. They slide gently onto your stony dick, and gasp in shock as their crotch opens up to fit. Their expression turns from embarrassment to arousal to dire need, as their tail grows and the stone overtakes them as well. They freeze, on the moment of orgasm, liquids petrifying even as they leave the body. Your dick feels all the better for it, and you’re glad for the new statue’s service. They wonder what sort of person their dominant lizard is, but you think you’ll let them hang on that orgasm just a little longer. They’ve earned it. When you’re feeling more talkative, you’ll get to know them better. Your minds are so close now, after all. [[Your journey comes here.->Game Start]]

You sit. It’s what you’re best at. And when the clothing on your body becomes itchy and unbearable, you take it off so that you can sit just that little better. You keep sitting, for the longest time. You watch the tips of your toes start to turn into marble, start to lose their pulse but not their feeling, and you sit through it all. Your feet are solid, stuck to the pedestal even, so you couldn’t move even if you wanted to. Up the legs now, how strange it is. You ponder the metaphysics of it, how the blood has to be going into the stone and back out elsewhere to keep you alive. The pedestal asks that you not think about it too hard, but you simply let it know that being hard is what you’re all about, all about to become too. It approves. Your dick gets hard as the stone comes close, taller and meatier and ready for fun. But it too turns to stone, and you feel that burning need evaporate. It feels good, it feels pleasurable, but it doesn’t need to do anything but sit. You’re perfectly content to bask forever. Your waist is stone now, and the pedestal asks if you want a tail or something. No, you’re good. You’re just here to sit. It thinks you’re weird, but doesn’t insist. Your chest is rock solid, the sort of density that bodybuilders would kill for. At last, your sedentary lifestyle has been proven superior, and you only had to become a statue to do it. Your arms aren’t moving anymore. It was weird, how the stone went down your arm. Your forearms could still move, even as the parts above it were locked in. You wiggled your fingers, drummed them on the pedestal a bit, just to make sure, but eventually they too were happy to rest. Your neck, your jaw, they aren’t going anywhere. You’re briefly aware of your tongue in your mouth, before it solidifies and stops waggling altogether. Everything’s solid. Everything’s hard. It’s so hard to think, so hard to do anything but sit. Thankfully, sitting is what you’re best at, and what fills you with pleasure. You enjoy sitting, really, and would be very miffed it someone were to insist that you get up and move. The mistress eventually comes by, asking that very question, but you’re more than happy to sit on the matter. [[Feeling Stoned]]

Guests to the gallery stare at you, some are even enthralled by you the same way you gravitated towards that empty pedestal. You’ve named him Destial, and while his spirit inhabits all the pedestals from time to time, he likes hanging out at your ped the most. Eventually someone jokingly pulls on your dick, only to find their hand quite stuck. They give you quite the handjob, hoping that maybe if they somehow stroke you enough you’ll let them go. You do, just as they petrify, turning into a rather shocked, backwards falling rabbit. Destial insists he knows how to liven up the scene, and a bit of marble cum is sculpted coming out of your dick. You enjoy the feeling of ejaculation for at least several days, before the rabbit becomes flesh again and your dick goes back to normal. Normal for you, anyway. You’re just gonna sit here. Maybe something interesting will happen, but even if it doesn’t, you’re at peace. At ease. Nothing’s gonna bother you, really. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You run. Of course you do; the fleeting feeling of the gallery’s tendrils in your mind feels… cold and hard to the touch. But your steps are heavy, hard, thudding. You power through it all, up and out and away. You’ve got a leaden foot, pushing on the gas so hard. Just drive. The farther away from this freaky manor you get, the safer you’ll be. It’s so easy to sleep at night, your thoughts so heavy. Everything’s heavy, dragging you down, and you just… You just wanna run. So you do. Your mind slips into the hardness, expanding in ways you’ve never felt before. It’s almost… relaxing really, knowing that you’ve got a rock solid core, something that will never break and never wear down. By the time the sun rises, hardness and softness have merged into a strange new whole, a creature that insists on moving yet is perfectly, absolutely solid. Apparently the mixture is grey. It’s got a reddish tinge to the whole thing, but your arms, your legs, they move like you’ve never felt before. They’re solid, completely solid, and yet the material bends. It’s like rubber cement, given life and form. You’re very smooth on the outside, and your dick refuses to be anything but rock solid. It’s hard, being a moving artifice in a world of fragile fleshbags. Someone slaps you as a joke, and their hand is so sore. No one can move you unless you want them to, but you’re certainly strong enough to move whomever you please. You spend your time in art classes, modeling for students. Most of them think it’s some sort of weird getup, but you can tell when someone stares you right in the eye and Knows. It’s all too easy to join them after class, and allow them to become the substance they want to be. News spreads of strange artifacted people, rubber men and cotton candy girls and that one dude who’s just a slinky. Iron man is real, and for the right price he’ll serve you a drink. You’re the first of many, the strongest of them all, lacking the weaknesses that each of their materials have. You bend, but don’t break. A long time in the future, you come back to the manor. You apologize to the gallery, but thank it for the accidental gift. It doesn’t really mind. It’s too busy being stoned. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You stay still. It’s what you’re good at after all. Staying still in class. Staying still in traffic. Staying still while waiting and waiting for society to do the thing you need it to. The world’s never responded to your actions, only your patience, and you find it very easy to indulge that patience one more time. You don’t even notice how your body turns to stone. You’re already expecting it, really. You smile, put on a good face, and wait. Eventually the mistress comes down, takes off your clothes. The shoes are a bit hard to get rid of, but they finally get your bare feet down on the pedestal. You’re all too happy to let them merge, to become a single block of stone that can just stand there. You thoughts fade to dream, and then into stillness. Perhaps one day you’ll move, when the right person comes before you, offering you what you’re waiting for. What are you waiting for, anyway? [[Your journey stands still.->Game Start]]

You get out your phone, and begin doomscrolling. Hmm. Someone did a bad thing today in the news. That game you wanted to play isn’t coming out for another year. You can be a statue for a year, right? Sounds reasonable enough. Your feet grow powerful, impressive. Stompy feet with terrible claws, all the better to turn to stone and become one with the pedestal. Your tail droops down, curling and bending as it Thumps for the first and last time. A prompt pops up on your phone, penis yes or no? You slide to no. Honestly, it’d just get in the way, and be a bother. It does feel very nice when the stone smooths over your crotch, though. Like all that pleasure is being packed in, put nice and snug where no one can get at it. It suffuses through your being, and all the stone is pleasure. You’d say you can’t wait for the rest of the body to be happy feeling stone, but you are waiting, aren’t you? You answer a few text messages, though people mostly think your comments about being stoned are jokes. Your right arm is frozen, stuck to your face in a ponderous manner, as your left continues to scroll. Hmm. Here’s a nice cat video. The cat does a silly thing, and you smile. Soon your right eye, and then your left turn to stone. Your mouth grows outwards even as it marbles over, and you never really get a good look at your scaled snoot before your stoned one is on full display. Your focus spreads across the gallery, and it’s hard to really keep track of one tiny object. Especially when your left arm finally hardens up, and even more so when the mistress comes by. She scoffs at your casual, disinterested pose, and takes your phone. Do you really need it? Not really, no. She hands the phone back though, some strange magic fiddling with it. It connects with your mind, and you feel yourself linked into many points of view. All around the manor, all looking and watching and beholding. You’re a wonderful security system, and you enjoy the slow sensation of your mind splitting into so many threads of view. You never did like fixating on one thing, after all. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

Mmmm… bold and powerful, yes. You can feel the warmth rising up from the pedestal, filling your being, enabling you to be so much more. Your hands push into the stone, grasping and clawing until you actually have claws. Fur sprouts and bristles, rippling along your body until you’re not cold in the slightest. Your knees start to rise, feet taking firmer stance on the pedestal as everything starts to feel… complete. That moment, when you feel the same sort of balance as you would standing up, that’s when it hits you. Pleasure, waves of pleasure that make your dick raging hard. It’s stroking, pumping, even as your phallus grows into something bestial and knotted. Your paws are stuck in place, so you lean forward to drag that tension on, and a tail is more than happy to sprout out the back in response. Your torso becomes rounder, thicker, muscles growing even as they turn to stone. You can feel it now, so close! Arch the back, let your mouth gnash forth into a multitude of fangs. Your ears pull back, your eyes close, and with a sudden rush you feel the dam break. You don’t howl. Howling is a thing for wolves of flesh and blood. But darn it you make the exact same pose, soundlessly cheering to the sky even as your dick spurts forth a spray that never quite reaches the ground. Turned to marble, just like the rest of your dick, just like the rest of you. You feel… triumphant. That ultimate moment of release, power unleashed in full, frozen in time. You don’t need to do anything else, but bask in the glow. And the glow never fades. It’s there, as long as you wish to remain a statue. You could do that for a very long time, you think. Your thoughts fade, only rising from sleep when someone comes and disturbs your gallery. You see a little man, staring at you with mouth agape. Did he come here seeking a job? It doesn’t matter. He’s enthralled by your presence, and all too quickly starts finding his speech filled with canine noises. He can’t help but join the howl, even as he tries to run. Falling to the ground, all fours is so much faster. He turns to stone at the edge of the stairs, a last moment of hesitation keeping him from freedom. You don’t want freedom. You want power, you want to share that power, and all who bask in your glow will find themselves howling to the moon soon enough. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

Smooth, sensual, you can do that. The warmth starts to rise from the pedestal, molding and shaping you even as you breathe heavily in pleasure. It’s sculpting you, making sure you look Just Right. The feeling of your hands, your feet, slimming down into paws is delightful. Like a careful massage, gently working away anything you wouldn’t want, and covering up the rest in a lovely coat of fur. Your legs begin to rise off the pedestal, as your thighs and calves adjust to ensure that your rear paws can stand perfectly fine in this new, quadrupedal stance. Your tail swishes outwards, and you give it an elegant shake while you wiggle your increasingly round ass into a good pose. The fur trails behind, follows in its wake, and it’s so good to just let it all out. You swish it up, and as the tail comes back down another remains in its place. You swish it sideways, leaving a second behind. And when you get it in just the right place, it freezes. Three tails, each on their own arc of motion, yet none of them moving at all. You smile, and it’s more impressive when a fox does it. How slender the jaw, how keen the eye! Your ears rise up and push forward, even as you feel the fur become thicker and poofier on your underside. Are there breasts there? Who would know? It’s all covered up, to add to the mystique. No one would be able to get around back amidst your twirling tails, so no one will ever bother you in that particular way. Which is fine. You’re more of a petting sort, the kind that lets people come close, admire your soft curves, and then change them into a fox themselves when the moment is right. The best art is the kind that carries its message forward, after all. [[Come Closer, Little One]]

You do feel solid, nice and sturdy. You make nice right angles with your knees and hips, putting your elbows down on the ground and letting your hands come out. Geometrical, precise. It’s only natural then, that you find stillness in this pose. You stop feeling the need to move, stop feeling the weird squishiness of the kneecaps and the blood vessels and anything that smooshes. You’re solid, in and out, and your skin melds with the pedestal until you’re connected as one. Your back flattens out, grows wide and flat, even as your head flattens on the back. A perfect plane, a wonderful bench of humanity. You relish the feeling of everything becoming solid, rock all the way through. You don’t have eyes, you have carved impressions of eyes. Your mouth is open, ever so slightly, but it’s not really a mouth. Just the shape of one. You stop needing to do anything, really. You just exist, letting yourself dream the dreams of a stone bench. Eventually someone comes by, sits down on you, wonders what sort of person would want to become a bench. You’re more than happy to show them how you feel, and even if they don’t reciprocate, the form they end up taking is still quite a bit sturdier than the dainty waif that came in. You are eventually taken outside, put in the gardens, where chairs must be durable and hardy to resist the elements. You don’t even need to resist; nothing can harm you. You’re the same shape you were all those years ago, when you decided that this was the life for you. People sit on you. Love on you. Lean against you when all is lost. You’re there for them, whatever they need. The rock of support, the sturdiness in their life. And they each find themselves a little bit sturdier, after they leave your presence. [[You have no need for journeys. Journeys come to you.->Game Start]]

Oh dear. Now that you think about it, you did just kinda get on the pedestal facing it, instead of looking out into the gallery. You’re the wrong way around, even as you feel the call of the marble below you. Nothing for it then. You’ll just have to make do. As long as you’re backwards, you insist on being… [[Feeling Bold and Powerful]] [[Feeling Smooth and Sensual]] [[Feeling Long and Swishy]]

It takes a while, but at last a guest arrives. No offense to the mistress and her staff, but you prefer the sort of patron that isn’t quite sure of where they’re going in life. He sits down, scritches behind your ears before sheepishly realizing what he’s done. You don’t mind, and somehow he understands. He needs this job, you see. Needs some form of stability in his life, to pick himself back up and get back to actually existing. To do what he wants to do, rather than filling out a list of priorities in hopes of survival. And while you’d love a new guest in the gallery, part of you is curious how well you can make it work. So you let him grow. Soft orange fur, a long bushy tail. He hugs the tail, perhaps a little too long, but it’s good to know your work is appreciated. Soon there’s a fox looking back at you, and as she starts to moan and place a paw in her pants, soon there’s a vixen looking back at you. You let her finish, but don’t actually spread the gift of stone. What you share is confidence. An understanding that whatever role you might take, it’s you that makes it happen, and you don’t need to justify that to yourself. She gets the job that you did not. Every once in a while she comes down, tells you how things are going. She asks if you want to come out and see the world, but you think that is for another time. You’re still resting, still letting the hardship of the world wash off your sleek kitsune frame. For now, it’s good to know that you’ve made someone else’s journey come true. [[Their journey is back on its feet. You did it.->Game Start]]

You assert yourself, even as you feel your flesh being shaped by forces beyond your control. You want to be bold and powerful, and so you shall be. It’s strange, feeling your hands and feet switch direction like that. Looking down at the backside of paws, claws going the other way. You’re far too concerned with the heat. It’s… maddening, pulsing and filling and throbbing all throughout your head. Your body finds a place it likes, locking itself in, but here in back you’re all panting and drooling. Your head pulls away from your spine, and you feel the briefest bits of a tail start to grow out where you used to be. You don’t need to be there. You need to be down here, pulled underneath the great beast that you now reside on. Your head stretches longer, fuller and thicker. Fur covers your face, only for your need to push outwards even further. You wobble, smooth flesh pulled taut until at last you come to a sudden, lurching stop. What? You weren’t finished! You have the distinct feeling of being left hanging, staring out along a furred underbelly and massive stomping paws, paws that start to whiten and turn to stone. You can’t even feel the limbs as they petrify, all your sensation is trapped here in the shaft. You rock, thrust, attempt to do anything to get the load to fire. It’s coming around, coming closer, and you’re not coming at all. You have to… have to… There. Right as your everything stopped moving, you splattered out a good one. You’re frozen there, right in the orgasm, and the overwhelming pleasure melts your mind something wonderful. You stop thinking, and simply exist to enjoy the feeling. Perhaps some strange soul will come by and give you a good stroke, but you don’t have a breath to hold for it. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You assert yourself, even as you feel your flesh being shaped by forces beyond your control. You want to be smooth and sensual, and so you shall be. It’s strange, feeling your hands and feet switch direction like that. Looking down at the backside of paws, claws going the other way. The feeling of your shoulders becoming thicker, wider, smooshing up against the side of your neck, like you’re being encased. Your body finds a place it likes, locking itself in, but here in back you’re being wrapped up nice and cozy. There’s a heft, a roundness to the plump on your shoulders, as they pass your face. Cheeks! Butt cheeks, and that would make you the derriere. A tail sprouts right out of your forehead, strange to be sure, but you’re too busy being pulled downwards. Your face becomes gentle, getting rid of all those silly human things even as your mouth flips turnways. Vertical, not horizontal, a lovely slit for a lovely pussy. You feel deep, your passage expanding ever backwards even as your senses reside near the opening. It’s just that little bit open, just that tantalizing offer for some dastardly person to try their hand at boinking the statue. The petrification is sudden, almost instant. You didn’t have much of a body to feel it with, and by the time it reaches you it’s almost done. Movement ceases, and you find that as a piece of stone you’re the most unclenched you’ve ever been. Perpetually open, perpetually relaxed, just having a nice day as a pussy. Your tail looks lovely, even from this angle, and you imagine the wolf you’re attached to is probably a looker herself. You don’t get the job. You’re a little stuck, and you don’t get around very much. You fade into sleep, resting the days away, gentle and reposed as always. One day a human does come in, and gives you the fuck of your life. You take his penis for that, and it’s funny to watch her stagger backwards with a pussy much like yours, sprouting fur and turning into a wolf. Very nice. It’s not easy being one of the manor’s traps, but someone has to do it. [[You end other people’s journeys, in style.->Game Start]]

You assert yourself, even as you feel your flesh being shaped by forces beyond your control. You want to be long and swishy, and so you shall be. It’s strange, feeling your hands and feet switch direction like that. Looking down at the backside of paws, claws going the other way. Yet that pales in comparison to the feeling of your head splitting into a mass of fur. You find yourself growing out, feeling your consciousness spread across a long thin mass of meat and bone, while taking in the sensations of a million different hairs all flowing in concert. From this angle, it’s a wonder to watch the rest of your body shift into the shape of a proud, noble wolf. Shoulders becoming hips, hands becoming paws, and what is that dick doing with your head? Well, he looks regal enough, once you get past where it came from. Proud, majestic, he even gives off a fangy smile before the tip of his snoot begins to petrify. You don’t feel any of it, to be honest. Your sensation ends at the base of your tail, the base of You. You do get a few good swooshes in though, back and forth, finding the best place to be. You decide that mid-swing is best, an upswing that lets your fur trail down behind it. It’s not fur for long, matting and solidifying until it is stone in the shape of a tail. You like it, all the same. Not every guest that comes into the gallery has good taste, but every one that checks out your statue is keen to pet your tail. There’s something about it, a mysterious feeling they can’t shake, like the tail wants to be petted. Then they grow tails, and their tails want to be petted too. It’s a learning experience, really. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You listen as the gallery bemoans the lack of Large art in the place. The room is vast, but everything is all medium size. And really, you look like the type to be the center of attention. Your shoes echo as you tip tap across the marbled hall, heading towards that nice space in the back. The wall is flat, and indeed not smoothed at all from where it was excavated, but a dragon would have no trouble with that. Your feet slip out of their shoes as you walk, casting your jacket aside in a proud manner. Yes… this will do nicely. Your fingers are shifting, the nail coming down and in front to properly form a sharp concave claw. The scales are a jade green, and while you’re not sold on the color, you remind yourself that they won’t be actual scales for long. The feel of scaley hands rubbing along scaley arms is pleasing, the sort of smoothness that beauty boutiques would kill for. Your shirt isn’t long for this world, as it was not made to resist someone’s chest engorging to thrice its size. You slip a claw in-between the tatters, and allow it to shred all the way. There we go. The chest seems to be more about plates of chitin, large hard things that layer and socket into each other. It’s a very flat chest, nice and broad, and it makes a good sound when you pat it. The roof is growing closer, but not quite close enough. Clawed feet scrabble at the floor while your growing tail makes short work of your pants’ waistline. It stretches and curves outward, possibly snakelike, but definitely imposing. You thump it a few times on the floor, if only because that meaty *thwump* makes you smile. You’re quite tall now, your head stretching out on a massive neck to reach the rafters. If you jumped, you could touch the roof(the floor of the first floor, you remind yourself), but that wouldn’t quite be elegant. No, you lean forward, allowing your weight to come down onto those large grasping hands of yours. The bare rock is before you now, and with a grin, you slash right through it. It’s like chunky pudding, or perhaps thick slime. Regardless, it does not hold against your power. You dig, you swipe, and soon a lovely alcove is cleared out. The gallery is content with absorbing all the cast off rocks and debris, and by the time you turn around there’s not a mote of dust in sight. Your mind concentrates, and with a brief insistence, large overhanging wings shoot out to match the curves of the alcove. There. Perfect. Tail curled about, head held high staring directly at the stairs down into the gallery. There. You look down at your… increasingly large penis. That’s gonna be in the way, isn’t it? [[Keep it! No Censorship Allowed]] [[Dragon is More Important than Dick]]

You listen as the gallery bemoans the lack of class in this place. It needs something, a centerpiece to tie it all together and make the gallery flow. An eastern dragon would do nicely, a wonderful noodle to draw people in. A sparkle of light rises from the ground in the center of the gallery. Bright turquoise, glistening and shimmering. You walk towards it, and already it feels inviting. Peaceful and serene. You place your hands around the light, and allow it to sink into yourself. The gallery fades, your vision filled with light. You can’t see, can barely feel… and yet the sheer peace that radiates around you makes you feel like you’re sinking into a mountain of soft blankets, resting on the clouds themselves. You let yourself fall, and the softness catches you halfway. Reclining, floating, and feeling the light spread within you. Like threads, the light enters and exits, pulling your frame outwards ever so slightly, coloring it just a little more. Your butt feels very long indeed, drawing and stretching until it’s far longer than you ever were. Your skin recedes, as a shaggy coat of turquoise fur puffs out from every angle. You’re a cushion of a dragon, a soft thing for people to lie on and find repose in. Your face expands, stretching and widening. You briefly entertain the idea of whiskers, the silly little tentacle things, but decide that it’s not really your style. The antlers you’ll keep, as well as the backwards pointing ears. You breathe, and it is through a much longer nostril. You speak, and the voice is that of the heavens. Soft, yet resonating until all things hear it. The light begins to fade around you, though it never wanes inside. The gallery is returning, and it has built a wonderful centerpiece for you. A mountain, with swirling water and twisting switchbacks, placed near the end of the gallery so that people can walk all the way around. You do so as well, on your tiny little limbs. You don’t need strong legs when gravity has no hold on you, after all. Spiraling upwards, circling around until you loop the mountain twice over. And at the top, your head comes to rest facing the doorway. A smile hits your lips, even as your body stills, and then hardens. A riveting statue of solid turquoise, and yet somehow the soft fur remains as well. People can touch, and feel how soft you are, and if they press hard enough they might find their way to the gemstone skin underneath. You don’t get the job. You don’t need the job, really. The art gallery has become the Dragon’s art gallery, and you’re quite happy with that. Occasionally people who come in are lost, ill at ease and wanting a new way in life. You’re more than happy to guide them, to show them what they want to become, and maybe shape them as they go. Mostly you just rest, at peace and at ease. All who enter will know respite, and all who leave understand the value of creating rest. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You listen as the gallery bemoans the rather simplistic lighting in here. The gallery is mostly a visual sort of place, and why settle for vague magical lighting when we can go all out? The ceiling rumbles, and slowly a hook and chain descends towards the center of the gallery. You approach, and run your hands along the glistening sheen. How much rare metal had the gallery saved up to spit out like this? You feel honored, though you’re not quite sure… where the hook goes. Wherever you want. We’ll make it work. Making a wry face, you tuck up your shirt and ease the giant silver hook into your belly button. There. Can you- oh! Yes. Yes you can. The hook slides easily into your flesh, as if penetrating no more than soft jello. It grasps, and then twists about, until the chain is coming out of your back. Additional lines of silver shoot out and grab at key points, and slowly, ever so slowly… you lift off the ground. Your clothes are discarded with immense distaste. The gallery has never understood clothing, and certainly doesn’t want it on any of its chandeliers. It’s quite precise, you note, as little sliver blades slice and dice the threads until one by one they all fall and clatter to the floor. You wave goodbye, but the clothes don’t wave back. You honestly don’t know what you expected. Your body loosens, and begins to split into a myriad of different parts. Your skin becomes silver, your blood a fierce jade. Your bones turn to crystal and begin to stretch out of your body, ever downwards. There is no pain, and the more solid you become the less you find yourself worrying about such trifling biological things. [[Up We Go]]

You scoff, puffing a bit of steam out of your nostrils. No, they get to see ALL of it. Even the thought of showing off like that is making you quite hard indeed. It throbs, rising up between your arms in a nice central place. They can’t not see it, and with that, you are content. The penis stills, then becomes quite solid. White marble, to match the rest of the exhibit, but you think you’ll add a touch of color when you’re done. For now, it’s enough to enjoy the feeling of motion and activity being siphoned away from you. You don’t need to move, you don’t need to act, you can simply Be the dragon for as long as you please. Hunger and thirst fade into nothingness, and the sheer lack of things your brain has to keep track of is wonderfully freeing. Staring out at the gallery, you really don’t mind that your face is being replaced with stone. Because here, inside your new self, you’re going to have all sorts of fun. For now, you sleep. Sleep turns to dream, and you dream the most wondrous dreams. There are no nightmares, for a statue has nothing to fear, and indeed does not understand the concept at all. Guests enter the gallery, and you are the first thing on their mind. So is your dick, and at least one person comes up to touch it. More than one person lets themselves be overwhelmed by the idea of pleasure; the clattering of clothes falling to the floor as they are sucked up into your shaft, to Be your shaft, is a simple pleasure of yours. You’ve got five of them in there now, but they don’t take up much room. They wanted to be free from everything, and you are a great home for their feelings to remain in. The art gallery has become the Dragon’s art gallery, and you’re quite happy with that. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You shake your head, and tell the long johnson to evacuate the premises. This is a gallery for ALL kinds of guests. Some will come with dirty minds, it is true, but there is no need to force it upon them. The feeling of your dick shrinking away is… complicated. The pleasure is released, freed to flow through your mind once more. But at the same time, you don’t quite know what form that pleasure should take. Perhaps it shouldn’t. Still, you give a little rub of the crotch when all is said and done, and the nice smooth feeling down there is quite an exotic one. As your hands return to the ground, they become still, and then solid. White marble, to match the rest of the exhibit, but you think you’ll add a touch of color when you’re done. For now, it’s enough to enjoy the feeling of motion and activity being siphoned away from you. You don’t need to move, you don’t need to act, you can simply Be the dragon for as long as you please. Hunger and thirst fade into nothingness, and the sheer lack of things your brain has to keep track of is wonderfully freeing. Staring out at the gallery, you really don’t mind that your face is being replaced with stone. Because here, inside your new self, you’re going to have all sorts of fun. For now, you sleep. Sleep turns to dream, and you dream the most wondrous dreams. There are no nightmares, for a statue has nothing to fear, and indeed does not understand the concept at all. Guests enter the gallery, and you are the first thing on their mind. A mighty regal dragon, head perched just so between the tips of their wings. The tail curls around to the front, and there’s a welcoming feeling about it all. The dragon wants to be seen, and wants you to see all the things that are gathered here. Some people come up to you, climb on you a bit because they can. At least one person finds themselves overwhelmed with the idea of being a dragon, and curls into a large egg to complete their transformation. They don’t get to stay in the gallery, but you’re glad that others appreciate your taste. The art gallery has become the Dragon’s art gallery, and you’re quite happy with that. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

Your arms and legs form the core of the piece, large dangling crystals from which light emanates and bounces off of the lesser ones. As you stretch along the gallery, soon two hooks are needed, and then three. Countless crystals reflect and scatter the hues of your soul, and when at last your mind turns into light itself, you find yourself unleashed upon the gallery. Anywhere your light touches, you can go. Anywhere you illuminate, you can shape. And by playing with the light, blocking parts and allowing others through, you can make art of your own. A shadow is cast on the walls, behind each and every statue. You talk with the statues, learn from them and about them, and slowly shape the shadows just right. Now, viewers will see the statue, illuminated by your crystal lenses. But behind, they will see a shadow taking the shape of the person who Became that art. They’re still there, still inside, resting and enjoying their sedentary life. But you allow that inner self to be expressed, even when they take far different shapes. You jangle in the breeze, and feel content. All who enter your gallery are awed by your light, and their experiences shaped by it. One poor fool attempted to lash out at the statues for transforming him, and you turned your light upon him. His light was of no comparison, easily absorbed, and when you were done only a shadow remained. The mistress took the shadow with her, not wanting it haunting her manor, but she appreciated the irony; he will never have the strength to harm another again, not physically at least. You glisten, and you glow. You have nowhere to go, but you also have no need to go anywhere. You are beautiful right where you are. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

Ahh, so this is where the breeze is coming from. The wind in the painting is leaking out, flowing into the room and giving it some fresh spring air. The rolling hills are well painted, and someone had to have spent a Lot of time doing each and every blade of flowing grass. Still, while the scene is beautiful, you feel like it needs something. Just a little touch… [[A Soaring Bird]] [[A Daring Hero]] [[A Happy Tree]]

Here’s a lovely painting of the ocean. The actual surface of the water is about 2/3 of the way up the frame, showing both above and below the seas. There’s a little boat sailing about, and coral doing their coral thing while fishies swim about. Still, while the scene is beautiful, you feel like it needs something. Just a little touch… [[A Merfolk]] [[A Shark!]] [[A Secret Base]]

Now this is a nice one. There’s a cool starscape with planets and nebulae, a very peaceful scene indeed. The planet in question is very green, with blue stripes and a bit of a neon haze to it all. It has rings. You like it when the planets have rings, because that shows they have good taste in hobbies. You were never good with the hula hoop, and thus you admire those who are. It’s only natural. Still, while the scene is beautiful, you feel like it needs something. Just a little touch… [[An Alien Watching the Stars]] [[A Second, Inhabited Planet]]

What’s this? There’s a large canvas over in the corner, nice and blank. Nothing’s been done to it, and there’s quite a few art supplies nearby. Paints, pencils, the works. Not one to leave things untouched, you pick up the canvas to put it upright once more. Or at least… you try. As your hand touches the canvas, it slips inside, like pushing into the warm water of a pool. And you can see it in there, drawn with outlines and shading rather than the normal light you’re used to. You pull it out… but now you’re getting ideas. Dastardly ideas. [[Draw a Cozy House, to Enter]] [[Title the Canvas before Entering]]

Yes, that makes sense. The landscape is lovely, but there’s so much space for other creatures to be. A nice bird would do well. You point up at the painting for emphasis, only for a powerful suction to grasp your hand and yank it inside. You place a foot against the wall to brace, but soon all of you is toppling forth. You’re falling! The sky looked much more lovely when you weren’t about to die. The clouds sing happy songs, the land… well you don’t really want to think about the landing. Aaaaahhh. And yet as you fall, you begin to catch the wind. You push your arms down, and they push against the air. Your tumbling slows to a roll, and then to your arms out nice and wide. They’re stretching, thinning out, but the canopy of feathers sprouting along them gives you more and more purchase against the skies. Your legs feel so small, and it’s not long before they slip entirely out of your pants. Your feet can grasp now, taloned things with a front and a back. You’re pointing down, down towards the ground, but ever so slightly you bank upwards… and outwards. Falling no longer, but merely soaring to wherever you wish. The sound of your clothes splattering onto the hillside is comical, but the rush of wind about you is a delight. You flap: simple arm motion turned into slow ascension. And when you hit an updraft, the wind takes care of the rest. It’s some time later that you finally work up the nerve to land. It’s far less graceful than the flying, but you’ll get the hang of it. Picking yourself out of the dirt, you place a wing on your beak. What a strange thing, how hard and large. But when you spot a mouse darting about from the corner of your eye, you are glad that someone thought to bring the can opener. Stringy. Not your first choice of foods. But the store is a long way off, and you doubt they serve eagles. Well, no reason you can’t fly there anyway. After all, there’s nothing in your way. Not anymore. [[a ma''S''ter ''O''f tr''A''nsfo''R''mations will->Game Start]]

Ah, of course. The mountainside is great, but what you really need is a hero atop it. Sword in hand, very bold. You point up at the painting for emphasis, only for a powerful suction to grasp your hand and yank it inside. You place a foot against the wall to brace, but soon all of you is toppling forth. Your face meets the grass, and everything is all wobbly. One day you’ll learn to stick the landing. Standing up, you look out over the hillside. You can smell the grass, feel the grass, taste the grass. The view is nice, at least. Turning around, you see a window in reality. Just a nice rectangle, cut out in the middle of the air. You reach out back towards the gallery, but your hand just thumps on an invisible wall. Oh dear. You hit it this time, that always works. The window, for its part, doesn’t like being hit, and responds by shooting a deep electrical charge into your arm. Zzzzzap! Staggering away, holding your numb hand, you watch as it slowly becomes your numb paw. White fur rushes across it, even as your pinky and fingernails seem to melt out of existence. Your other hand is getting in on it too, as are your clothes. The jacket’s sleeves open up, becoming shorter and wider, a nice bit of room for sword-swinging. The fabric is hardier, enchanted against both the weather and the gremlins. Your pants start to crumple into the ground when that awkward sinking feeling takes hold, but soon they rise back up to allow your fuzzy little legs some room to breathe. This time when you aim for the window, you charge! A leap, mighty and powerful, a splash of blue energy as you launch yourself forward. But your force is too great, and as you smoosh into the pane of the painting, your entire body folds inwards. Flatter, 2-dimensional, until your charge is captured perfectly as part of the picture. You feel a bit annoyed as a small curved sword paints itself into your hands, and even more discouraged when the sword’s belt strap has a little metal carrot hooked on as a charm of sorts. That’s just on the nose. On the snoot, you suppose, and your snoot has felt better. After a while though, the pain fades, and your ears rise back up to a proper height. It’s just you, charging into battle. The more you imagine it, the more you can believe it, until at last you forget that you were doing anything else. Perhaps one day the mistress will let you out. For now though, she’s content to let you stay, as you really do bring the whole picture together. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

What would a landscape painting be without a happy little tree? The mountainside is so barren. Someone will have to fix that. You point up at the painting for emphasis, only for a powerful suction to grasp your hand and yank it inside. You place a foot against the wall to brace, but soon all of you is toppling forth. Your face meets the grass, and everything is all wobbly. One day you’ll learn to stick the landing. You make to get up, but your face doesn’t want to budge. No, more than that, the dirt is pulling you in. Muffled screams turn into general confusion, and then into wonder as you discover that the dirt tastes AMAZING. It’s like… yum. So you eat. You eat so much. Your body is pulling back up atop you, supported by your shoulders and arms. But there’s so much dirt, so much to partake of, and just one little you. Still, it’s an easy thing to let your head grow. Your fingers reach into the ground, your mouth becomes a swirl of roots, and soon you’re nommin the whole hillside. Delicious. Your clothing does not survive the rapid growth of your topside body. Skin turns to bark, tissue to wood, and simple fabric is torn asunder as you thicken and rise. Your feet spread into branches, and then sprout leaves to drink of the sun. Your crotch is absorbed by the rush of wood, but not before exploding into a shower of pollen. That’ll give someone allergies. You grow. You don’t even mind the wall of reality closing in on you, squishing and squeezing until you’re just a 2-dimensional tree. The sun still feels real, the wind is lovely, and you have so much dirt to eat. All in all, you’re a pretty good tree. A happy tree, as it were. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

Obviously if you’re going to be under the sea, you need people under the sea. That’s just basic sense and good taste. Maybe one right about… there. You point up at the painting for emphasis, only for a powerful suction to grasp your hand and yank it inside. You place a foot against the wall to brace, but soon all of you is toppling forth. The rush of water and the din of the ocean leave you confused and bewildered. But when you open your mouth, the water that surges in feels acceptable, welcome even. You gasp, and strange sounds come forth from your throat. Yet in all the confusion… you never stop breathing. The water is life to you now, as the air once was. Your crotch pushes out against the mid of your pants, growing longer and flatter outwards. Your legs pull off to the sides, bending into webbed flukes to aid in your swimming. Your tail soon reaches the length your legs once had, and then continues onward to burst outwards in a shimmering crescent. You continue to kick and flail, but it is only your flukes flapping about. Once you calm down, and begin to actually try to move with your tail… you soar. Your jacket has become loose and thin, an open vestment that neither catches the water nor impedes it. And yet instead of soft fabrics, it seems made from the hide of a seabeast, made for armor and protection. Your keys float out of the jacket pocket, dangling and jangling until they find new form in the ocean. The steel morphs, growing and stretching until a razor thin blade floats beside you. Blue and green, easy to miss in the water, but it slashes as easily as a land-made sword. Made for stabbing, poking and nicking, and your mind boggles at the knowledge of underwater combat filling your mind. What sort of place is this? But then another merfolk swims along, and another. They do not seem to worry about silly notions of putting shells over their nipples, nor hiding their arousal when it stretches forth. They are far more concerned with the net the largest mer carries, and the great stock of fish within. The hunt goes well, and they would welcome another spear. Far behind, you feel the reaching magic of a painting, attempting to capture your swim for eternity. You give it one look, just one, before spiraling away after the hunters. The mistress can keep her painting, a glimpse of your majesty and aquatic muscles. You have the vast oceans to explore, and it wouldn’t do to be stuck in some silly art gallery. You never really make it back to the Earth you know, but then again… you don’t really want to. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You grin at the sight of the ocean spray, and the smell hits your nose just right. There’s a yearning there, a calling, and you know deep down that you’re not some guy looking for a job… You’re a shark! Pushing your hands into the painting, you give a good leap and dive straight in. There’s a brief moment of disorientation as the water crashes over you, but that quickly fades as your body becomes more aquadynamic. You cast aside the silly jacket and foolish pants, watching with pleasure as your crotch pushes outwards. Your legs slip to the side, little flukes to guide you in the water. You pull your arm up to your face, watching as the fingers slowly merge into four, then three, then two, and finally only the long smooth edge you’ve been waiting for. Your torso barrels out in all directions, it has to: you’re going to be eating a Lot of seafood in the coming days, and you’ll need somewhere to put it all! Your mouth opens, pushing your eyes up and over until the mouth feels like it’s reaching back into your throat. But it’s teeth, all the way down, and you gnash them with pride. As your dorsal fin raises up, your mind settles into a happy rhythm. Swim swim hungry. Swim swim hungry! And the fish are there, waiting for you to eat them all. You don’t get the job. Honestly, you only rarely think about your human life nowadays. The fish are so tasty, like an orgasm in your mouth, and you really don’t need anything else. The mistress got a picture of you swimming away, and that’s all you really needed to do for her. For you? It’s time for a seafood buffet. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

Obviously if there’s going to be a scene under the sea, there needs to be a seabase. A sealab, perhaps, but definitely a domed arcology where humanoids can take off their silly diving gear and be humans again, even at the bottom of the ocean. You point up at the painting for emphasis, only for a powerful suction to grasp your hand and yank it inside. You place a foot against the wall to brace, but soon all of you is toppling forth. The rush of water and the din of the ocean leave you confused and bewildered. Your mind flips turnways, a feeling you have no words for, only a dazed glazed expression of “well that happened”. Everywhere you look, your thoughts are different. You can tell the exact oxygen percentage of the water, the pressure at this depth, accurate distance to the decimeter. You’re a calculator, a machine intended to know Absolutely Everything about your surroundings. You don’t breathe in the water, mercifully. Truth be told, you don’t really remember how to breathe, and it doesn’t seem all that important. What is important is picking a good spot to be a seabase. Ooh, that one. The aquatic shelf, overlooking the deep ravine. A good place for submarine crews to set off for further depths. The magic pulls you along, even as you feel yourself growing and expanding. Your body is becoming a large transparent orb, filled not with organs but with computers and knowledge. Your arms, your legs, even your dick expand outwards into massive steel hallways. The *chung-chung* sound of new segments growing pleases your mind, and it’s all too easy to plot out exactly where everything should go. You’re a base builder, a creator of worlds, and you decide what shape you take. Fixing your limbs into the hard seabed, you allow for many new domes to come into existence. Your sense of fun expands outward into a recreation sphere. Your sense of purpose creates docking bays and mining crafts. Your refined taste and culinary desires turn into a wonderful nutrientizer, the best thing to settle for when a cook is hundreds of miles away. It isn’t long before you’re pregnant. Little humans come and explore your passageways, slightly confused as to why the base built itself, but glad that it has a friendly supportive personality. You love the way their little feet pitter patter inside of you, and their successes fill you with accomplishment. You did it! You helped them do it, and they wouldn’t have done it without you. You don’t get the job. You do, however, send a message to the manor thanking the mistress for your new career. She’s welcome to visit, though you get the feeling she likes to stay on the land where her fur can’t get sopping wet. [[You are a Journey-TFTG class sealab.->Game Start]]

Hmm… it definitely needs an alien. Just like… looking out the window of a starbase at the stars. Kinda like what you’re doing right now, with the painting. As you reach out towards the painting, the world freezes. Action becomes still life, and you merely exist in the pose that you have made. You watch unblinking as your hand turns a delightful shade of black, with little ridges and bumps to give it a more scaley look. The fingers are spread out evenly, and there’s no nails to clutter up the ends of them. The fur begins to sprout, brilliant silver to contrast the darkness underneath, and it looks very cozy indeed. The feeling of your splanch coming in is rather concerning, but it’s easily accepted as your body extends longways. Your clothing doesn’t survive the trip; a welcome relief since you seem to be gaining an extra set of limbs. You plant your middle paws on the floor, noting how all six of them seem to be equipped with the same sort of fingers. You’re long, noodley even, and your snoot stretches out towards the stars. You speak, and your words are elongated and flowing. A deep throat, a long double torso, a hexapod you are. Some might call you a taur, but you’re comfortable standing on any set of limbs, one two four or six. Thoughts of playing the piano come to mind, and you feel that you are well equipped for any sort of dexterous tasks in this advanced age. The air hisses, and takes on the compressed flavor of an airport gantry. The lights dim, and you are easily able to see out into the stars. Action resumes, and you turn around to see a rectangular hole in reality. Beyond is the art gallery, the place where you came from. But as you turn and reach towards the windows of the space station, you know your place is in the stars. There’s a brief snapshot, where time freezes as the picture is taken. But then the hole shrinks and disappears, leaving you alone in this new place. You don’t get the job. The starbase crew are rather concerned that someone just up and appeared out of whole cloth, but they find your willingness to stick your neck into dangerous situations just to see what happens a positive benefit. It isn’t long before you’re learning the ins and outs of starbase mechanics, and you work hard to maintain the plasteel monolith you now call home. Perhaps one day you’ll take a ship out, see exotic planets in person. For now, you look at the stars out the window, and know peace. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

Obviously the problem is that there aren’t aliens. If there’s going to be a starscape, you need a planet with aliens on it. You point up at the painting for emphasis, only for a powerful suction to grasp your hand and yank it inside. You place a foot against the wall to brace, but soon all of you is toppling forth. Soon all is quiet, and you are floating in the void. You don’t pop, mercifully, but you are hard as a rock. You lament how goofy your pose looks, frozen in the caverns of space and time. There’s nothing here, really. Lights in the distance. Hints of what could be out there. But everything else… you’ll need to make. So you do. Slowly you start to congeal, curling into a small ball of person that spins around freely. And the void answers your call, bits of dust and dirt accumulating atop you until you’re nicely cocooned. You need to be bigger, larger, a wonderful place for a wonderful space. Time becomes an afterthought. The more you gather, the greater your power, and thus even more is within your grasp. Your horizons expand, converting the dust into rock, and the rock into magma. You spend an eon watching the lava burst and pop, flowing about on your surface and cooling into the next layer to be burst through. You’re a lava lamp, one of a kind, and you find peace watching yourself be active without input. Gas accumulates around you, condensing into water and liquid. The lava is trapped now, mostly, but the rivers and seas are an endless churn of weather. Until at last, you feel ready and prepared: you remind the planet of the concept and value of life. Cells. Parameciums. Wrigglers and barnacles. Flowers and trees. You don’t know how long it’s been, when you make the first of your people. Skipping ahead far too many levels in the evolutionary tree, but you feel you’ve waited long enough. They’ll have scales and tails, wings and arms, stomping feet and grasping hands. They climb so high, they glide so far, and there is nothing that they cannot overcome. You connect them all, subtly, subconsciously; an empathic link that ensures they grow in harmony instead of conflict. Your species is slow to develop as a result, but it’s a far more enjoyable growth. One day, on a whim, you come among them. Small, gentle, not quite fully grown. You walk among all your people have built, and offer suggestions on what could come next. You take one of the shrine painters, and ask her to make a very specific painting for you. She has no idea why you choose what you do, but it’s your little secret. A painting that looks back towards a gallery of marble and statues. You reach across time and space, and the two are linked once more. You don’t need the job. Truth be told, the mistress has long since come and gone, and her world with it. But for a little bit, you let her see just what you’ve made out here, and you both are content. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

Truth be told, the space inside looks rather… blank. And you’re a little concerned about just free falling forever. So you doodle. You sketch a bit. The canvas seems to understand your intentions, and happily adds in lines and fixes weird continuity errors as you draw. It isn’t long before you have a lovely little treehouse abode, with wooden planks leading between three separate huts. There. That looks sturdy. One last plank reaching towards the bottom of the canvas, a nice little entrance. Stepping in is a bit tenuous. Your heart is racing, and there’s a moment of fear as your foot reaches towards the wooden bridge. But it holds. Sturdy and safe, just like you intended. Placing your hands on the border between worlds, you push down and through until you’re inside. This place is quite lovely. A bit of a fixer upper, but you could certainly draw more. You reach over to the other side, grabbing the pencil and pulling it in. With a little border, and the words DOOR TO REMAIN UNLOCKED DURING WORKING HOURS, you feel content. A while later, you hear noises near the outside of the canvas. The mistress is looking in, seeing what you’re up to. She’s a foxy lady, red in the fur and elegant in the dress. You sheepishly admit that this isn’t really the sort of thing that the job would entail. But she shakes her head, and notes that you’ve got something interesting going here. She’s never had an extradimensional space before, and someone who can craft such at a whim… perhaps there is a place for you at the manor. You nod, excited and pleased. Of course you’ll accept the world-crafting job. This is so cool! A little pocket world of your own, to build and grow. All that’s needed is to make you a part of it. [[Starting Fresh, A New You for the New World]] [[A Creature of Art]]

Given how magical this place seems, and the fact you can slip your hand into the canvas, it only makes sense that you should be able to declare a scene in advance. Just give the painting a title, leave it near the supplies, and let it do the rest. [[“Sexy Harem”]] [[“Metamorphosis at the Magical Manor”]]

''“The most important principle for a new witch is to be unfamiliar. To remember that sense of wonder and awe you had as a child, when everything was new and fresh.”'' She slides around behind you, patting gently at your shoulders and scratching behind your ears. ''“In olden days, we’d use familiars; beasts formed from our understanding of the world, so our minds could start anew. I prefer a more simple, elegant approach.”'' She shoves downward, and your body follows suit. You feel lightheaded, dizzy, and moderately confused when a massive coat of fur //*thoomphs*// out of your skin. A nice orange shade to match her red, with a white underbelly and softness all around. She pulls your sleeves out to the side, and you feel the strange sensation of your hands pulling backwards up your sleeves, until the jacket is much too big for you. Your butt wiggles, before shooting out a long bushy tail. The weight is a bit much, and you wobble and totter. None of that compares to your shift in perception, though. You’re looking Up at the mistress, every movement of your arm carries fur along with it, your fingers are in the right place but the claws are not… it’s all new and strange. And somehow… inviting. Your mind revels at the feeling of trying to comprehend all sorts of things it already did once, and slowly you begin to see. When you drew the picture of the treehouse, you gave it conceptual form. Stability, a sturdy ground to stand on. Wood, your memories of wood and what wood can and cannot be. Light and darkness, space and distance, all of these things you instructed the art to include. With just a little push… you could instruct other things as well. So you do. You have the basic idea of a fox down, but now it’s time to grow out your snout. Longer, pointier, with the squishy bit at the end, yes. The ears go up, and the fangs go down, the eyes become brighter as the body becomes lighter. You shape and twist, turning it into not just a fox, but Your fox. It’s you. Your body is your own creation. ''“Quite a quick learner. Yes, I think this will work out quite well.”'' She takes you out of the canvas, back to the manor. It will be your home, your place to learn magic. All it took was a little creativity, a bit of inspiration and imagination. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

Taking the art supplies, you begin to draw. Not on canvas, but on yourself, on the air around you. You insist that the drawings are a part of you, and slowly they come to be. Longer arms, bendier fingers. Smooth scales, and a lizard tail. You grin with delight as you draw the little curves around, noting how strange it feels to watch a 2-d drawing of a tail slowly fill out and become whole. The thing is quite long, and you thump it with pride. More importantly, you start to add thagomizers. Little ridges on the back, not quite sharp, but each their own color. And when your hand passes over a colored ridge, it takes that color with you, to apply elsewhere on your body. You’re feeling a blend of colors, really: a purple-blue base, but with lots of shine and reflection on the edges of the scales. Sliding towards green as the color goes down your arms, with more of a black near your feet. And you can’t forget your head, of course. It’s like putting on makeup, except you’re drawing well in front of your face, and letting your features stretch out to match. A long snoot, rounded and smooth, with the little holes just so. Take the ears back, well back, until they flap and wiggle like they were meant to. The hair just needs a few extra strokes to become a long flowing mop, though you’re more than happy to add in extra shades so that the tips and the center are quite inhuman in color. When all is done, you take the pencil, and place it in your forehead. It nests, like a unicorn horn, ready to be drawn whenever you’re ready to draw. Perfect. ''“Quite a quick learner. Yes, I think this will work out quite well.”'' She takes you out of the canvas, back to the manor. It will be your home, your place to learn magic. All it took was a little creativity, a bit of inspiration and imagination. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

Yes, of course. You’ll just title it Sexy Harem, and slip on in. Make with the beautiful lovers, good canvas! Something tingles deep inside, and you feel quite warm. Your clothes are melting away, vanishing as if they were never there. You watch in awe as billowing sand and pigment swirl around to form a large sandstone chamber, lit by magical fire and draped in all manner of carpets and tapestries. To step in this place is to squish your feet down, smoothly supported by the softest of floors. You step forth, but it is not with your feet. Your toes curl around, four of them now, each evenly spaced and growing the smallest of blunted claws. A silvery-pink starts to shimmer, and you feel the fur sprout onwards and upwards. The warmth is all around you now, and you feel at ease. Yes, this is good. You can even start to see others forming in the picture, muscled wolf-ladies and busty rabbits, hunky otters and small mouse boys; all of them butt naked and not caring at all. Yessss… The change continues up your legs, and you’ve started walking with your ankle in the air. It’s more natural: the large paw taking the brunt of the work while you can balance back or forth at a whim. The slow, sensual growth of a tail from your rear only helps the process along. You take it in your hands, feeling how soft and gentle it is even as the thing pushes outward and thicker. To feel a part of you grow in your hand, bits that you were holding now several inches away… your mind wanders in a pleasant way. Yet as the change pushes up into your waist, you feel… released. Something has unclenched deep in your bowels, and your butt starts to curve into a delightfully sinful rear end. You cup it, cradling with your hands, and the squish of fur and flesh is wonderful. It reminds you of… a girl’s butt, really. [[Oops.]]

Yes, that sounds about right. You give it a nice title: Metamorphosis at the Magic Manor. Now all you need to do is enter the portrait, and you’ll be in for a load of wacky magic hijinx and self exploration. [[Come on in!->Game Start]]

There’s the rub, that’s what you forgot. You specified the harem, but not the owner, and your rapidly dwindling penis laments your foolishness. You, however, do not. The feeling of it shrinking down is like a constant orgasm, and by the time it’s just a little nub poking out like a nipple, you can barely stand. You fall, backwards onto soft cushions and ornate pillows. The other consorts laugh a bit, but a nice leopard lady comes over to help. Here, up you get. Everyone has their first day, after all. You think to protest, you’re a man, just some guy looking for a job. But every part of your body screams otherwise. You’re beautiful. You’re wonderful, just the way you are. And instead of running from your strengths, scared of what others might think, you should embrace them. The insistent refrain pounds in your head, until your thoughts melt like warm butter. You’re almost slack in her arms, but you regain focus when she grasps your breasts from behind. Small little things, but it’s all too soon that her hands are forced forward, away from you. She has to, the breasts are just too large. Bigger, fuller, larger, the nipples thick and pointing out, the fur gently caressing around and between and underneath. You’ve never had an underneath before, nor a between, not there. But they Exist now, for you, on you, and it feels wonderful. A door opens, and all heads turn to look. A fox is walking in, very male and very naked. His muscled body bears scars of war, the burden of rule, and he will rule at his best if he is relaxed and cared for. You know your job, and you do it well. He comes close, and your thoughts disappear. You can’t seem to think, can’t seem to do anything but appreciate the one before you. He grasps your chin loosely, and allows it to pull outwards into a lovely snout. “There. It’s good to have another join us. I trust your journey was not too hard.” Well, there were a lot of weird transformations in other timelines getting here, but they aren’t here right now. You are, he is, and you don’t see why you need anything else. Your ears rise upwards as your crotch starts to moisten, and it isn’t long before you know the name of your king. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You wait in the hallway, allowing the strange shadow to approach. Golden fur on muscular legs, careful and precise as it stalks the upper floor. It is a cougar, a puma to some, and you would probably be screaming if not for the subtle vibe in your head telling you that this is alright, and to be at ease. You wonder how they managed to get around before learning that spell. ''“Ah, we have a new applicant. I was wondering who would be so loud.”'' You suppose to a cat, all people with boots and shoes are loud. Stompy stomp thud. And you are? ''“The cat, of course. But that is not what you are interested in, is it?”'' [ ]<c1| [So What Is This Place?]<Manor| [Tell Me About the Mistress]<Mistress| [[Actually, I Am Interested in You]] (click: ?Manor) [(replace:?c1) [----- ''“Tis a magical manor, much like any other.”'' You admit you have never been in a magical anything, much less a manor. ''“Clearly. But you seem to be the sort that will take to it well. Inquisitive, easily accepting. Not the kind to run away screaming.”'' Is… that a thing? ''“Sometimes, yes. Some people just can’t handle the idea of being anything other than themselves. To consider changing themselves is to consider themselves at all, and they don’t like what they see.”'' You… see. Hmm. ''“Good. Better than most, in any case.”'']] (click: ?Mistress) [(replace:?c1) [----- ''“She is a playful sort, but one that wishes to see what people can become. All your life has led you to this moment, and the choices you make will shape what life will come.”'' Does she… actually want help around the house, then? Or just… You don’t quite say ‘plaything’, but the concept crosses between you regardless. ''“Oh, to be sure. Silas is wonderful in the gardens, but sometimes the interior needs a helping hand. That said, she would be most interested in someone who is willing to become who they want to be, not just take on the job they want to have.”'' Well then. ''“A bit much, yes, but you’ll never find an opportunity like it again. Savor it.”'']]

You pause at the entrance to the library, taking in the myriad of shelves. Books of all kinds are held here, as well as the comfiest of furniture to read them in. Leather armchairs, a tiger-skin rug, and a little heater that pretends to be a fireplace. Passing by the little footstool used to reach higher shelves, you examine the shinier books on display. ''Scaled Spells - A Manual for Lizard Wizards Cursebreaking for Not-Cursed People So You’re On All Fours, Now What? I Want To Learn All the Spells, Volume 82 A Reference Guide to Reference Guides Social Norms of Human Society - For Nonhumans'' Zounds. These sound serious. Still, perhaps some reading would do you good. Never know what sort of information might be asked of you. [[A Heroic Children’s Book]] [[Steamy Romance]] [[Rest in the Cushy Armchair]] [[Lie on the Tiger-Skin Rug]]

You head into the bathroom, though you feel that term is a bit… inadequate. This place is a bath experience, a place where bathing is a luxury and a joy. All the counters are marble, the mirrors are inset into the wall to show from many angles, the tile is smooth and lined with fuzzy bath mats so that your toesies don’t get cold. And the bath itself, hooey. It’s massive, you could fit like… three of you in there. Nozzles and jets, a wide variety of bath potions, and even a little rubber duck. Hello duck. The duck doesn’t say hello back. Rude. Even the shower is massive, and while you don’t quite think you can lay down in the shower without curling up a bit, it’s still pretty close. This is a live-in job, right? You don’t need money anymore, you just want access to the bath experience. That said… //*sniff sniff*//. Yeah, you were sweating buckets during the drive up here. Perhaps some freshening up is in order? You do want to put on a good first impression, after all. [ ]<c1| [Use The Toilet]<Toilet| (click: ?Toilet) [(replace:?c1) [----- You feel... relieved!]] [[Take a Bath!]] [[A Shower Will Suffice]]

''“Excellent.”'' The cat purrs, and starts to circle around you slowly, delicately. You half have a mind to reach out and pet, but the other half of your mind reminds you that something about this cat is far more than you are ready to deal with, if you deal incorrectly. ''“I’m glad you have such good taste. Most people who come here are very boorish, and don’t enjoy the more graceful things in life.”'' Such as you. ''“Indeed. I do enjoy the elegance, the grace that comes with being a cat. So, I decided to be one.”'' You weren't aware that was an option. ''“It’s not very well marketed, but yes. I would ask though… what sort of animal intrigues you most?”'' [[You! I already said so.]] [[Me! I like me a lot.]] [[Does it really matter?]]

The purring grows louder as the cat rubs against you. They are so soft, and you know you’ve made a good choice already. Maybe he’s enchanting you that you’ve made a good choice, but it feels nice whichever way it comes around. ''“Then it is only natural for you to want to join me.”'' That sounds… magical. ''“Ha! Yes, yes it does. But know that I desire things to be quite perfect. Everything should be as it should be, and we can’t simply settle for ‘good enough’.” ''The cat takes a few paces away and turns, staring you deep in the eyes. You… could get lost in those eyes, if you weren’t careful. Deep green, powerful slits, the intense gaze yet calm demeanour… mmm. ''“So then… you have the measure of me. But I wonder… if you were to join me, how would you compare?”'' [[As An Equal, No Less]] [[Someone Who Learns From You]] [[Whatever You Wish of Me]]

“Your favorite animal is you? I suppose that makes a certain sort of sense.” They purr, but in an inquisitive manner. “The real question, of course, is what sort of animal are you? What defines you, beneath all the personality and learning, what drives you instinctually?” [[Something Regal and Refined]] [[You Gotta Be Silly and Playful]] [[Only the Most Exotic Will Do]] [[A Human, Of Course]]

The cat grumbles a bit, turning away from you. Its head curls back around to face you, in that strange prowling spiral it makes. “Well if it doesn’t matter… what does matter to you? Does anything matter?” [[Yes It Does]] [[No It Doesn't]] [[Maybe, I Dunno]]

The cat muses, before shrugging. Tis a strange thing to see on a cat, but you like the way they shrug. ''“Very well then. Approach me as an equal, and do get rid of those silly human things. You won’t need them where you’re going.”'' You take off your clothes, feeling the draft hit you as the pants go down. But you step forth confidently, assured. There is nothing to be afraid of. You are at least as impressive as the cat, no matter what anyone else thinks. You place your hands down on the floor as the golden fur ripples over you, spine elongating and freeing up into so many curls and swishes. You move like water bound in fur, smooth and graceful. Soft feet make nary a sound, and you bring the clawsies back in so that no one can hear. You gaze into the cat’s eyes, and stretch out your face towards them. It’s so simple, so obvious, really. You want to be like him. You want that sense of confidence, that calm poise and dignified air. A friend and an intellectual, smoothly flowing wherever you wish. You wish to be the cat. You wish to be The Cat. You blink, and he blinks. You purr, and the cat places a paw onto your back. You are the mirror image of them, and they of you. It only takes a blink of the mind before you let go of anything preventing you from being like them. ''“Excellent. This is quite lovely.” “I wasn’t expecting a twin today, to be honest.” “That is alright. One of us isn’t as impressive as two of us.” “Quite right. Shall we claim a bite to eat?” “Indeed we shall.”'' You do not get the job, though the cat’s duties are quite lax now that there are two of you to share the burden. Occasionally you wonder about the human who came in here, and what he would think of the whole thing. But he isn’t here right now, is he? There’s just the cat, the cats, and that’s all you need to be. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

The cat muses, before shrugging. Tis a strange thing to see on a cat, but you like the way they shrug. ''“Very well then. Approach me as you would, small and unlearned. I shall teach you all that I know.”'' You take off your clothes, feeling the draft hit you as the pants go down. But you step forth peacefully, filled with serenity. There is nothing to be afraid of. So long as the cat watches over you, you don’t need to be strong. You place your hands down on the floor as the golden fur ripples over you, spine elongating and freeing up into so many curls and swishes. You move like water bound in fur, smooth and graceful. Soft feet make nary a sound, and you bring the clawsies back in so that no one can hear. You gaze into the cat’s eyes, and stretch out your face towards them. Your mind softens into so much water, even as you feel your body unwinding. You’re staring at the cat, but then you’re staring up at the cat, and then you slip and fall sideways because you weren’t paying much attention. You mewl in distress, but they walk over your fallen form, allowing you to fit easily between their four legs. It’s a strange thing to see. You look up towards resplendent golden fur, down towards a crotch that is completely smooth, up towards the face of your mentor. You reach out a paw, trying to bap the snoot, but they merely place their own atop yours, carefully. ''“You see now, how far you have to grow?”'' You nod, and wiggle back upright. Taking your first steps on all fours, you carefully step out of the cat’s shadow, and into your own. You’re still a very small kitten, but perhaps in time, you’ll become the greatest cat the manor has ever known. You don’t get the job, but the mistress has great fun teaching you magic. Years pass by, and it isn’t long before you’re sent out on tasks as a proper minion, into the great wide world. Occasionally you think about the human that came here, and what he would think. But he isn’t here right now, and you have many spell glyphs to deliver. Carefully wrapping yourself in a spell of //“it’s a kitty!”//, you set forth onto the city bus like any other commuter. The humans never suspect a thing. [[Your journey begins here.->Game Start]]

''“Whatever I wish? You know how dangerous those words are, don’t you?”'' They purr, wandering in close and letting you feel that danger. It’s exhilarating, and you only nod your approval as you wait with bated breath. ''“Well then. Lie down for me.”'' It’s not a request. You do so instinctually, automatically, as reflexively as breathing. You do it because that’s what you are, and you can’t imagine being anything that wouldn’t obey the cat’s every wish. They set about taking off your silly human clothes, and it feels a bit silly to be naked on the hardwood floor. But then they step over you, standing atop you, and you feel that rush of excitement once more. ''“You have been a most pleasing human, and I wish that pleasure to come forward with me, from now on.”'' There’s a lightness, a gentle release of being. You don’t need to be anything else but the cat’s pleasure, and it’s alright. You briefly see the crotch of the feline, smooth as can be, no extraneous parts or hidden passages whatsoever. And when they recline on you, fur pressing into flesh, it’s all too easy to feel yourself suctioned towards that smooth expanse. Arms? Legs? They are just ribbons of meat to be drawn in with the rest. Your penis is the first to go, smooshed into the cat’s descending frame. And just like that, it’s gone. Absorbed, not a part of you or them or anything else. You exhale one final breath, and allow yourself to relax. Drawn inward, upwards, as he rises and falls rhythmically. Kneading you into his fur, until there is little more than a face left. Slowly your eyes close, but you continue to see. Slowly your nose covers, but you continue to smell. Slowly your mouth fills in from the back to the front, but you continue to know the words and patterns it might have spoken. You are smooth. You are soft. You are the furry crotch of a creature that has no gender, needs no gender, only to occasionally rub down there and feel a calm soothing pleasure. //“The best seat in the house”//, they call it. You don’t know what to call it, other than to be at ease. You simply are. Sometimes you are asleep. Sometimes you are awake. Sometimes you watch as the cat does scandalous things. And sometimes the cat pleases both of you, when no one is looking. You didn’t get the job. Truth be told, the mistress never really figures out where you went, other than Somewhere. [[Your journey is wherever The Cat takes you.->Game Start]]

The cat muses, before shrugging. Tis a strange thing to see on a cat, but you like the way they shrug. ''“I see we are of similar taste. Then it is only fitting for us to be of similar form, yes? Come, stand down here for a change.”'' It’s freeing, really. You feel the deepest, most inner parts of yourself being drawn forth, given form so that the rest of you can relax upon it. You hold out a hand, and it isn’t long before the skin glistens gold with sprouting soft fur. Nails curl into claws, that easily slide back inside where no one can see. Beans! Paw beans, the most luxurious of gloves. Now that you are suitably adorned, the floor is no scary thing to reach towards. You place your hands down on the floor as the golden fur ripples over you, spine elongating and freeing up into so many curls and swishes. You move like water bound in fur, smooth and graceful. Soft feet make nary a sound, and you bring the clawsies back in so that no one can hear. You gaze into the cat’s eyes, and stretch out your face towards them. They purr, and you nuzzle them gently. They step back, letting you take in the wonder of this new shape. Your shirt, your pants, they’ve wandered off somewhere. The jacket remains, soft and comfy with shorter sleeves to fit. The hood even has little earsies, for your little ears. Purrfect. Your tail traces a path along the floor as you circle the cat. But now there are two cats, of different will and different mind. As one pushes, the other pulls. You barely even care that your crotch starts to smooth, pulling inward until it’s just as soft as theirs. Gender has no power over you, and really, it would just get in the way of the cuddling. You don’t get the job, but that’s okay. The cat’s duties are very simple when shared between the two of you, and that just leaves more time to snuggle. You purr, and they purr, and the covers pull close over you at night. At last, you feel… complete. [[Your journey continues onward, forever.->Game Start]]

The cat muses, before shrugging. Tis a strange thing to see on a cat, but you like the way they shrug. ''“Silly and Playful? Not what I would have chosen, but I suppose I am not you. Come, silly one. Show me what it is to let everything go.”'' You cock your head sideways for a second, confused, but then it starts to make sense. Your tail slowly wags its way out of your pants, and indeed you don’t need these silly clothes at all! You grab the tail with your rapidly shrinking fingers, and with a happy bark roll backwards onto the floor. You laugh a multitude of laughs, each less human than the last, each bringing your jaw longer and longer into the air. Your ears stretch to hear it all, your fur sprouts to fill the void left by your clothing. Your legs kick up into the air, and already they are shaped so oddly. Wonderful little things, perfect for scampering about on all fours. The cat wanders over, staring down at you. ''“Mmm, but you’re not done yet, are you? Something tells me that you’re still clinging to the past.”'' It’s true, and your enthusiasm wanes for the briefest of moments. You’re a human, not a dog, even if you play the part quite well. But then it makes sense, just like before. If you want to be the dog, you just have to stop being the human! Your eyes close, your tail wags, and you allow each wag of the waggler to shake all those silly human parts out of your mind. Table manners? Unnecessary. Muscle memory for tying shoes? What self-respecting dog would wear shoes? Slowly your mind unclenches, free to be exactly the parts you want it to be(which honestly isn’t much). A human came in here, but you’re not him, are you? You’re a dog, the best dog, yes you are(yes you are!). And so, as you flip to all fours and pad along behind the cat, you don’t mind that the butler berates you for failing the application. You’re perfectly fine being a dog, whatever shape that takes. You end up being a delight for guests of the manor. Your charm and cheer is indeed infectious, and rooms are just that much brighter when you’re in them. The cat never lets you share their good bed, but that’s okay. They can be snooty all they want; you know you’ve made the right choice. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

''“Exotic? You desire novelty, even at the cost of more sensible things?”'' You nod, and the cat shrugs. It’s a pleasing thing to see a cat shrug. ''“Well, I suppose I’ll just let you run the show. You know yourself better than anyone else would.”'' Something stirs deep within, the deepest parts of yourself being brought to the fore. You will them to spill out, to take whatever shape they may. Your arms clasp inward to yourself, and you watch with giddy anticipation as your clothing begins to turn transparent, then fade to nothing at all. You sit, yet the usual practice of letting your legs dangle is replaced by them squeezing and melding together. You have just the one leg now, thick and smooth as it turns a lovely shade of white on the top. Black stripes, orange backing, and the scales that look so smooth. The scales wrap over your arms, pulling them inward tighter and tighter. But you remember the cats words, and with a rush of will you BURST the arms out of your cocoon. They too have become scaled, but now are muscular, toned and sleek. No nails, four fingers, yet they have a thickness for grasping and snatching that pleases you so. You snatch and grasp, and it is good. Your nose slides out, your mouth only happy to oblige. There isn’t a chin so much, not anymore. A long smooth wedge, forked tongue flicking out past long curving fangs. Your eyes close, and when they open the colors are far more vivid. Little motions catch your gaze, and you can almost… see how some parts of the hallway are warmer than others. Your hair is gone, your ears merely holes, but you don’t need them. Not with your other senses taking up the burden. Your penis is a mighty smooth thing, curled perpendicular from your muscular waistline. And with nary a thought, it slides back inside, biding its time for the perfect moment to strike. You rise, as a proud snake. You do not stand, for that is a silly thing that footed people do. Your tail swishes longer and longer, curling around and upward until you can lean upon it like furniture. You are whatever shape you wish to bend into, and you can do so with frightening speed. ''“An interesting choice. You are satisfied, I presume?”'' You blep. //*phhhhbt*// This is good and pleasing, though you do wonder where your jacket got off to. (set: $APType to "Naga") [[Snakes Don't Need Jackets->The Appointment]]

''“A human?”'' The cat purrs with intellectual curiosity, and smiles just enough so you can see their fangs. ''“Well, I’ve never seen a wild, feral human before, but if that is what you wish then that is what you shall be.”'' Something stirs deep within, the deepest parts of yourself being brought to the fore. You will them to spill out, to take whatever shape they may. It’s strangely freeing, the way your body pushes forth, like a clay that knows the shape it wishes to become. Your nose upturns ever so slightly, a little longer in the snout yet still quite human in the nose. You rub it, and it feels soft and squishy to the touch. Your ears grow wider, your hair looser and freer, everything’s just that little bit fuzzy around the edges. Your body is lanky, dangling, yet filled with an inner power that could lash out at any moment. Your fingers are long, wider spread, the thumb brought up a little more. Nails remain, but harder, firmer, more powerful tools to work with. There’s wispy fuzz on your shoulders and elbows, above the wrist of your hand and the ankle of your feet. You stomp with your feet, your toes growing longer and more dextrous, until they are just as useful as your hands. Less flat in the foot, as if the toes grew backwards and claimed the remaining space. You pick one up, and place hand on foot to match them spectacularly. Your hair, your fuzz, a chestnut brown, just a touch more wild. Yet it spreads down your spine, extending out into a long, curling tail. Lightly fluffed, slightly longer at the end, but not quite what you’d call a tuft. It curls with strength and power, and you note the ends are ridged in a manner like wrinkles on your hand. All the better for holding coffee cups while you walk. Your eyes open, and your senses grow. You smell things, things that you never smelled before. Your body feels at ease with the environment, allergies fading in favor of more targeted immune responses. You focus deep in the distance, but also retract to the fine details when looking up close. ''“Well. You look rather scruffy to me, but I can see it has a certain sort of charm.”'' You pet the cat with your foot, and he approves. ''“Yes, very good, higher up now.”'' (set: $APType to "Feral Human") [[A New Creature Steps Forth->The Appointment]]

''“What, then? What drives you, what do you seek and enjoy?”'' [[Power, to let me shape my surroundings.]] [[Happiness, comfort and coziness.]] [[Novelty, exotic sights and sensations.]] [[Friends, to share and to lean on.->Something Regal and Refined]]

''“No? Nothing really matters to you? Well then, I suppose you best be off. The job doesn’t matter to you, nor do any of the changes held here.”'' They pause, but reconsider. ''“I suppose I can give you a little gift, a trinket of our passing. May it reflect your indecisive nature.'' You don’t know what the cat means, less so when you find yourself at your apartment. The time for the interview is long past, and you don’t know what happened in the intervening time. Perhaps nothing. Nothing really matters. And yet… when you awaken, you are quite different. Small breasts on a lithe frame, a human girl with punk tattoos and many piercings. Your name is Amber, and you work at the local coffee shop. Best get a move on. The day is bewildering, but you fit into it naturally. Nothing really matters, after all, and you can accept whatever problems come in stride, knowing that they’ll all wash over like rain. You awaken, this time as a burly shaggy dog. You have a nice vest, to show everyone that you’re here to support a fragile human who really needs a hug now and then. You are the best behaved, and your person is so happy that you’re here. You awaken, and you feel ill at ease. Your person forgot to fuel you last night, and you’re running on fumes as you drive to the gas station. You awaken, and already you know that today will be good, a happy cheetah who makes everyone smile. You awaken, annoyed that you have to go to school. Why bother going to school? You’re just going to be someone else tomorrow. It takes a very long time, but eventually you master your power. You still take a new shape, every day without fail. But you continue to be you, throughout the changes. No workplace would dare employ someone so ephemeral, so you take it upon yourself to open a little shop. A place where people can cope with the problems in their life, and perhaps change for the better. Every day someone different is behind the counter, and your repeat customers admit it feels weird hugging someone new when they have a bad day. But it’s still you. You matter. At long last, you understand. It was you that mattered to you. Not the form, not the role, not any whim of fate. You were there, watching and taking it all in. And when all was said and done, you let go of everything but yourself, to be someone new. [[Your journey is what you make of it. Be at peace, and find yourself amidst the storm.->Game Start]]

''“Maybe?”'' The cat chuckles, before walking up close. ''“Maybe you shouldn’t drag people along like that. Or maybe you should. I suppose you’ll be doing a lot of that now.”'' Your outer shell hardens, and it becomes very difficult to move. You take a step back, only to topple and roll along the hardwood floor. All of your innards congeal and melt, a strange viscous liquid that is forever encapsulated inside your stiff exterior. Your skin feels smooth, even as it turns a true pitch black. You shine in the light, reflecting the world around you. Arms and legs curl deeper, trying their best to be as smooth as possible. No divets, no joints, no breaks in the smoothness. Just a nice round sphere. Your face covers over with soft crystal, and your expression melts into the liquid. You twirl and bounce along the floor, bopping into the baseboard with more force than you would like. When all is said and done, you are staring straight up at the ceiling from far, far away. There is no motion, nothing at all. You feel dazed, in a stupor, waiting for something… Aha! The cat looms over you, before placing a paw at your side and helping you to be still. ''“How do you feel about this?”'' Your inner liquid churns, twisting and empowering until a single boldly written thought swims up to your faceplate: //(Go Suck a Dick)// “Ha. That sort of thing isn’t my style. But look at you! Prescience incarnate. You know the answer, and can’t help but shout it out to the one asking. Here.” They place a paw on you again, asking “Will you get the job?”. //(You did not get the job)//. //(Outlook not so good)//. //(Ask again later)//. You ask yourself where your journey will end, hoping there is more than this. //(Your journey ends here.)// [[Dang.->Game Start]]

The cat laughs, before staring deep into your soul. ''“Power? Power is easy. To me, what matters is being able to choose where that power goes. But, if power is what you seek, power is what you’ll get.”'' You feel stiff. Your arms stretch out in front of you, and you had nothing to do with it. You teeter, totter, all sense of balance lost as you clatter to the ground. It feels… not quite relaxing. More like you never need to fear the pushes and pulls of stress and release ever again. You’ll never relax, but you don’t need to, not anymore. Hands intertwine as feet cojoin. You don’t have a clue where your dick went, but it’s probably in there somewhere. Flesh spirals around, leaving bone and blood and meat behind for simple leather. A few bits of metal, and your mind curls outwards like a priceless jewel. The cat walks over, stares down at you. ''“You make a lovely collar, you know. Very elegant. I dare say that you will indeed have power over whomever puts you on, to shape them into whatever you wish.”'' You’re batted away, knocked along the floor far from the clothes you used to wear. It’s not disorienting, for you have no orientation in the first place. You look from whichever angle pleases you, inhabit whatever part of the endless loop you like. Yet motion is beyond you, something so simple to the outsider is denied to you. You have great power, but only in your area of expertise. You do not get the job. Some time later, another applicant comes seeking work, and it is all too easy to ensnare them with thoughts of power. They do so love to be dominated, twisted by your will. You watch as the boy shrinks, twists into a far more pleasing shape. Perhaps, in time, his mind will grow enough to accept yours, and you will be free of your circular shell. For now though, you are happy to have a dog to wear you. You tell him where to go, and he is more than happy to obey. Life is good. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

''“Happiness? Well, you’ve come to the right place.”'' The cat purrs, and curls in close. Its fur is very soft, and pleasing to the touch. ''“It just so happens that I am in need of someone happy, who can spread that happiness around. And since you’re such a wonderful volunteer…”'' Your body wiggles. Jiggles. It’s a wonderful sensation, as every little bit and bob of your being comes unwound. Your body is just a shell, a sack holding so much meat. And the meat can be changed, loosened and refined. Everything can be happy, and there’s no need for such stress. You sink downwards, pulling off your coat as it starts to become awkwardly tight. Your shoes, your pants, they pop off in due time. You’re more fascinated by the wonderful texture of your belly. It’s turning a gentle green, and when you rub it… it’s as soft as the cat’s fur. Squishy too, your entire body wiggling like you’re full of little beans. You flop down, you have to. There’s no skeleton to hold you up, no muscles to fight with. You have no internal needs, and everything is at ease. But you see the cat, through soft velvet lining, and realize your external needs. You want to be sat upon, squished and enjoyed. You want others to feel the happiness you do, to feel at ease like your natural state. The cat pats his paw on the ground, and you put forth so much will! It’s tiring, trying to roll and blorp over towards them. But that just leaves you nicely sleepy, perfectly dazed for when the cat climbs upon you, sinks into your softness and becomes your new person. For now, at least. You do not get the job, but even the mistress has to admit you are Very comfortable. Everyone appreciates your addition to the household, and really… what would a beanbag chair do with a salary anyway? You wiggle a little bit, just enough to poke the music player. Light, soft piano, very good. Sitting back down, no one would ever know that the bean bag has a mind of its own. Just the way you like it. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

The cat ponders, paw at their chin. ''“Novelty? Well then. I suppose it’s up to me this time.”'' They sigh, and explain ''“Novelty seekers tend to lack inspiration of their own. They know what they want when they see it, and so they go forth to find what pleases them.”'' The cat spirals around you for a while, before their ears lift and tail flutters. ''“Aha. I know where you need to go.”'' You feel… loose. Floppy. Your jacket slides right off you, as your frame feels so slender and slight. The shirt you have to take off yourself, but the rest has already fallen by the time you’re done. You stare at your hand, still holding the shirt. It’s… fabric. The skin is a pale green fleece, soft and luxurious to the touch. Your fingers curl, the inside of your palm starts to become hollow, until your entire arm follows suit. The shirt falls, as you certainly can’t hold anything up with just a sleeve. Your face squishes back into itself, hollowing into a hood with little cat ears. You can’t see them, but you expect they’re Exactly the shape of the ears of the cat purring down below. Your legs flop, swishing around to form belts and pockets on your back. The sight of your chest caving in to let the hollow sleeves open up is… you don’t really have the words. How thin you are, how different and strange. You crumple to the floor, lacking any real ability to move yourself. The cat is towering over you, but with careful paws they slide an arm into your sleeve. Satisfaction, instantaneous, you cherish being WORN. Complete somehow, like this newcomer has made you all you need to be. Another sleeve, a flick of the head, and your hood falls over theirs. A perfect fit. ''“Ah, but your ideas of clothing don’t quite match mine, yes? See here…”'' Your arms ripple and wave, becoming much more open and loose. Shorter for short feline legs, draping just below the knee(or is it the elbow?). Your shoulders become padded, thick and durable. You feel strange things entering your pockets, magics that twist and contort the very space inside you until they are far deeper than ever possible. At last, the pockets slide down to the sides, like saddle bags for the cougar. ''“Excellent. You see? You are something you have never been before, never considered possible to be. And you shall see all the wonders I see, a silent tourist with excellent rain protection.”'' They purr, and wander off to find the mistress. You do not get the job. Indeed, you are employed by The Cat, who takes pride in wearing you whenever they are about. Your style changes from season to season, upgrades as they grow stronger in the magical arts, but always you are there for them. The washing machine terrifies you, but the dryer is a wonderful sauna of peace. And always, the cat is waiting to wear you again on the other side. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You pick out a nice children’s book: The Brave Rabbit. He’s a dashing young fellow, sword in hand and hat on his head. Alas, he has no pants, because how else would you know he’s a cartoon? The brave little rabbit ventures far from home, seeking to become the hero his people need. At the sacred shrine, he is asked what sort of strength he truly desires. Words slip to your lips, you think you know the answer: [[Tenacity, The Courage to Never Give Up]] [[Companionship, With Friends There’s No Fear]] [[A Mighty Weapon To Pierce Evil]]

You pick up a steamy romance novel; instantly recognizable by the semi-dressed model on the front. A blush reaches your cheeks as you thumb through the table of contents, looking for the Good Chapters. The question is… which book did you pick up? [[Pounded In the Butt by This Novel’s Cover Model]] [[Strong Independent Woman Becomes Shallow Dependent Lover]] [[Blank Slate Protagonist Somehow has All the Sex]]

You sit in the cushy armchair, and the sound of your butt sinking into it is a pleasant *floomph*. Yes, this is good. Arms on the armrests, feet flat on the floor, just listen… take a deep breath… and relax. [[What Is Thy Bidding My Master?]] [[Take a Nap]] [[Put Your Feet on the Chair, Like a Rebel]]

You lay down on the tiger-skin rug. It’s rather warm, and pleasing to the touch. The heater might not be a real fireplace, but it is making you feel very cozy and snug. Perhaps a bit of relaxation is in order. [[Relax on the Rug]] [[Wear the Rug]] [[Back to the Library->Browse the Library]]

Yes, yesss… you need to be brave, you need to be bold! You read on, as the rabbit learns the true nature of helping others. Being strong so that others do not have to, creating a place where the meek may flourish… this is what a hero aspires towards. It’s so easy to imagine his little ears flapping about as he fights, the way his paws push off the ground with magical speed, the grip of his fuzzy hands on his blade as he darts about. He succeeds in part Because he is small; he can dash and turn and leap with ease, moving himself instead of his foes. He’ll never overpower them, but he only needs to strike where they cannot defend. Your tail is getting all bushy picturing it in your mind. ...tail? Your white, fuzzy hands are gripping the page, your ears flop and droop down as you realize… it’s you! You’re the brave rabbit, the one who never gives up. You stand up, seeing how ridiculous your clothes look on someone a foot smaller. Your jacket can still work, loose and open as it is. The pants fall right off, and it’s good that you have fur down there. Are you a cartoon? ...it’s quite smooth down there. Wherever your dingle went, it’s somewhere far more adult than the children’s book you read. Ah well. A child’s view of manliness is all the better! Unburdened, unlimited, you are free to be yourself. Power wells within, and you feel… confident. You’ll ace this appointment, no problem. (set: $APType to "Rabbit") [[Let's Do This->The Appointment]]

Obviously the hero needs a companion on his quest. Someone that compliments their abilities, strengthening their strengths and shoring up their weaknesses. Ideally, the companion would be Adorable as well; sometimes the best defense against monsters is being too cute to hit. It’s so easy to imagine what such a creature would be like. Long, fluffy ears to hear all around. Wings that flap to move you around your hero. Small, definitely teeny tiny. You can almost sense how the companion floats, letting gravity be ignored and simply existing in place until you move again. The companion guides the hero, keeping spirits up and shooting laser beams occasionally. They perch on the hero’s shoulder for comfort, and fly ahead to scout far views. Your wings flap as you float above the pages; the tale is as exciting as your tail is excited, swishing back and forth and… Oh. You let the book clatter to the ground, before floating upwards to take stock of the situation. It’s you! Staring in the mirror, you see eyes that are huge and reflective, a snoot that would boop at the slightest touch. You’re quite naked, but also lacking in any reason to cover up. Perhaps the book is for children, after all. You press a fuzzy paw against the mirror, how strange it is to see in place of your hand. But it is your hand, your paw, and you wear it well. That said… there is a pile of clothing in the chair, and you have an appointment soon. (set: $APType to "Nimbat") [[Oh dear.->The Appointment]]

No hero is complete without the tools of the trade. The bunny has gotten by so far on a rather simple sword, but he needs something that looks quite impressive. It’s odd how swords that look impressive end up actually being impressive, and not merely breaking at structural weak points, but you suppose that’s for the best. You wouldn’t want to look at a boring sword, after all. For a swift bunny like this, he’d need something curved, lightweight yet very tense. It would need to avoid bending even with all the dashing and twirling around he’d do. Add in a bit of lightning gems, a few wind enchantments to help it pass through enemies without resistance… ah! You know what it needs. It needs to be the sort of sword that only hurts the enemy as much as you want them to be hurt. That way, it could be used to knock someone out, to end fights bloodlessly instead of making a big huge mess. You are pleased to note that the book has taken your thoughts into consideration. Yes, that’s exactly the sort of sword you were thinking of. The green color is a bit iffy, but you suppose swords need to be saturated these days. Unfortunately, you have significant trouble reading the next part of the hero’s tale. Your hands don’t seem to want to move the page along. Upon further inspection, they’re twisting and taking on a metallic sheen. Your whole body is feeling stiff. Powerful, but stiff. Bit by bit you feel your insides replaced with magical metal, your crown jewels becoming actual jewels, and the shaft of lordship becoming a long firm hilt to grasp. You give out a gasp of pleasure as your penis turns into a proper steel rod, and were your arms not becoming the edges of your sword you’d love to have a go with it. The book, at least, understands your plight. It calmly gets up off the table, and begins hopping around. Over to the armrest, down to the chair, and then onto the floor. It’s lying in wait, nice and open, for when you become too straight to stay sitting, too slick to stay put, and too entwined with the story to be outside of it. As your legs finish becoming the crossguard, you come loose. Your head is almost done thinning out and turning into the blade’s tip when you pass into the pages. A clatter and a clang, and you arrive on the altar of power. You’d think to complain, but the moment the hero grasps your handle, you understand. It wouldn’t do to deny the inhabitants of this story their proper champion. It would be like ruining christmas, and you don’t want to be remembered for that. The two of you go on many adventures together. At last, he returns to his people in peril, and with your strength and his skill, the bandits are sent fleeing into the night. You don’t get the job. Occasionally someone comes by and reads about you though, letting you relive your finest hours all over again. [[Your journey is 9.99 hardcover, plus tax. Recommended for Ages 5-9.->Game Start]]

Of course you go for the chiseled man with his daring lack of shirt. You have to. Apparently in this novel he’s a daring ex-pilot, whom after scoring slightly less than perfect on his eye exam, now is forced to live in close proximity to you(the reader). He’s somehow never seen a man before in his life, and now that he’s here he has to bone you. You bone him. Probably both. As your sensitive sharing of feelings turns into a raunchy one-night stand full of saxophone music, one of the two sticks out more clearly in your mind. You identify with: [[Buster Hardon, the Ex-Pilot]] [[Insert Name Here, the Reader Stand-in]]

Here’s a nice tale of a proud woman with flowing Godiva hair, DDR sized breasts, and an out of fashion flannel button-up shirt. Having lived in a large town despite showing all the behavior attractive to a rural reader, she finds out that men exist, and her whole worldview is shattered. While the backstory claims she was a strong go-getter, all we see is her fumbling awkwardly around the impossibly muscled male love interest, so that the story can be drawn out for a few hundred pages. Whatever interests or beliefs she might have had are now secondary to The Manmeat. The man, of course, is mostly oblivious to her flirting, until a crisis involving the main characters makes him realize that yes, he does have a sex drive. They bone. It’s very passionate. Reading this classic tale makes you identify with… [[Jackie Dixon, the Woman of Purpose]] [[Chuck Rodham, the Shy Lumberjack]]

You are Character, a strange boy with no extreme features whatsoever. Average, they call you, as if a giant YCH on your face is something that most people have. Your nose is, your mouth is unremarkable, and your dick is somehow 10 inches long. You suspect that the author is compensating for something. It is your first day at high school, and somehow eight different girls of extreme personality and quirks throw themselves at you. The protagonist is here! We can begin to exist! You calmly remind them that you’re only going to do one route at a time, but this only serves to make them deeply annoyed with you. The more you think about it, the less the plot makes sense. Wouldn't these girls have found someone by now, with their eccentric charm and astounding good looks? This feels like a setup. [[You’re Just Weird Sex Imps, Admit It]] [[None Of This Is Real]]

You’re a good man, with a soft center. You like adrenaline rushes, small men with cute butts, and that warm cozy feeling when a dog lets you pet them. You’ve flown in every war that the author could find on wikipedia, and now it’s time to truly settle down. But what’s this? A faceless protagonist with a cute butt! You tell yourself no, it’s forbidden. But he shares your love, and after several chapters of padding offers the butt. You make many loud noises, pounding and pumping. Start off slow, but then unleash the full manliness that is Buster Hardon. Your sweet mansion will never be the same ever again. Basking in the afterglow, you stare upwards at the ceiling. It’s strange. You can almost make out a window, staring into the most sensitive parts of your lovelife. Beyond that window is a library, which you vaguely remember. But then you hear the book shut, and the window closes forever. Somehow, somewhen, your night of love never ends. You live your life as the fighter pilot, but the details always blur together until you get back to the romance. Occasionally someone picks up your book and reads about you, but until then you’ll have another night of manly films with the small man. As it should be. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

It’s so strange. Like you can imagine yourself being right there, next to the wonderful man. His dick is massive, his smile genuine, and the more you offer yourself to him the less you care about your own situation. Somehow it fits, somehow, and your cries of joy are heard throughout the night. Morning comes, and you stare at the mirror in shock. Your face is blank, completely smooth, with only the letters YCH upon it. Your butt, despite having been exposed to unnatural levels of girth is back to its wee virgin self. And whenever you try to leave the pilot’s exquisite mansion, life finds a way to bring you all the way back to the bedroom. So, you relent. You allow yourself to be the driver of every bottom’s dream. The further you go, the less you remember anything at all outside of the wonderful man in your life. There was a human once, who wanted a job. But that human stepped too far into fantasy, and lost himself in the self-insert. Now there is only Donut Steel, the original character who is just vague enough that anyone can imagine themselves as him. It’s a bland existence, but one with an amazing sex life. One out of two isn’t bad. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You’re a proud woman, who stands up for herself and doesn’t take any shit. Unless, of course, that shit comes from the one single specific man in her life, because he certainly seems to get away with a lot. Your chest bounces whenever you strut, and you’d never be seen in high heels, but it’s okay because you’re always one button away from a wardrobe malfunction regardless. You’ve come to the small town to oversee the lumberyard work. It’s a tough job that requires stern dedication, made all the more awkward by the fact you have to work with Men in a Man Place. You’ve finally let Chuck bring you back to his rustic abode, full of gotcha items to make the reader feel like they’re just like him. The roast is cooking, all the work has been done, and you wonder if something else should start boiling… [[Let Him Into Your… Life]] [[Dominate That Little Weenie]] [[Genre Change into a TF Fic]]

You're a goober, a himbo in the flesh, and you waltz through life without a care. Your chiseled muscles are the result of hard work and lots of milk, and you deeply care for your Ma. You have flannel shirts in every color, and your chiseled chest is just one button away from a wardrobe malfunction. You've lived in the small town all your life, and take to the lumberwork with pride. But there's a new girl in town, a manager from the city with boobs like Alaska and a smile that destroys worlds. Your world, particularly. You've finally managed to get her back to your rustic abode, full of gotcha items to make the reader feel like they're just like you. The roast is cooking, all the work has been done, and you wonder if something else should start boiling... Sadly, it seems you're not the protagonist. No matter how many times you try to make the sex happen your way(yodeling old tunes and chugging whiskey between humps), it never seems to happen. You sigh, and allow your will to be dominated by the narrative. At least it'll help with the pent up need you seem to have. Oooh! One man enters, no one leaves! It's fuck night at the lumberyard, this sunday sunday sunday! She is a fantastic lay, and you manage to wake up all the neighbors. You're so close now, pumping and grinding, bringing your seed to bear... It stops. You stop. It seems someone put the book down because they finished jerking off. Reading with one hand in their pants, as it were. You, uh... you gonna finish that? Turns out... nope! THe next time the book opens, you're back to the start of the day. You haven't even asked her out yet, even though you definitely did in that last timeline. Oh jeez. The mistress is just one and done, isn't she? You're never gonna get to the orgasm at this rate. [[Ask To Be Let Out]] [[Succumb To Your Fate]] [[Identify With the Lonely Penis]]

Oh yesss! He takes the plunge, and away he goes! The raging phallus fills you up and pumps you to completion, leaving you screaming for more, more more! A small, bewildered part of your mind looks up at the ceiling to see a window there, staring up into an old library. People are reading about you, watching you get fucked right now. But the rest of you stays in character. You rock, you heave, your breasts bounce dangerously, and at last you both release. Your orgasm is legendary, and wakes all the neighbors, who are mostly pleased that you finally got on with it. Above, you hear the sound of a book shutting. Thoughts of a world where you were a man slowly float away from your mind, pounded by the inexplicable second-round sex that is bestowed upon you. That man won’t get the job, but it’s okay. You’re more than happy to stay here and enjoy the most amazing sex ever, even if it means occasionally letting people read about your raunchy business. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You lasso the poor man(this is why you keep a lasso around at all times), and rope him into your bedroom. You’re riding high, his shaft thrusting upward as you stare down at him. He is your steed, and your journey down the country lane will be a memorable one. So pleased are you that you almost don’t care that you hear the sound of a book shutting from behind you. You don’t care that it’s so hard to remember anything but your romance here. Right now? You have everything you need, and it comes in a six-packed mountain of flesh. Yes, that’s the spot. Ooooh… Days go by, but the details of anything other than life in the bedroom feel shallow and rushed, as if the author was trying desperately to get back to the sex. It won’t be long before you’ve broken the good boy in though, and made sure that he satisfies your every little need. That’s what these novels are here for, right? [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

It’s right about the time you enter the bedroom that the whole world goes collywampus. Maybe it’s because your book is in a magical library. Maybe the stars were right. Whatever the reason, you both seem to rapidly be turning into dogs. This puts a damper on the whole evening, but gosh darn it you’re going to have sex. This is a romance novel and you insist. He pegs you nice and good, though there is a considerable amount of strain involved when he knots you. The changes progress faster and faster as he pumps harder and harder. Your loving cries turn to barks as everything fades into a wonderful orgasm. You hear the sounds of a pen scritching and scratching all over your world. The editor’s found you now, and is really confused about the sudden plot twist. Eventually your world is scrapped and unused; the author insists they’ll get back around to you eventually. The town of dogs stares at each other in confusion. No one is okay with this. By the time the mistress has pulled you out of the book, you’re already well on your way to several puppies. She apologizes for leaving a book like that out, and offers you a place to stay. You don’t get the job, but you are a happy dog mom with precocious little puppies. All it took was the violation of an ongoing narrative. [[Your journey is very confused, but probably ends here.->Game Start]]

The harem girls sigh and throw off their human disguises. There is a pile of empty human skin in the corner, along with their clothes. You are deeply uncomfortable, and request to have this discussion in another room. They’re cute, at least! A bunch of purple weirdos with varying breast and butt sizes, eclectic haircuts, and the ability to float in mid air. Harem novels are just kinda, you know… their place to hang out. But if you’re not really into the whole genre, they have other ideas. There’s a lot of sex going on. The shortstack is riding your dick, the tall imp is floating just so to let you lick her pussy, and the matronly one with the big tits is giving you a nice massage. The others are just fucking each other in the background, which is pretty okay as far as you’re concerned. The more she rides you though, the smaller your dick seems to become. The more you lick, the more your thoughts turn towards hedonistic sex. The more you’re massaged, the more your body becomes soft and slender. Your chest is starting to curve up, and then to wiggle, and then to bounce in time with the cowgirl down at your… pussy, apparently. It’s wet and smooth and there’s not much going on down there, until the derpy looking one waves a dildo at least the size of her forearm. I found it, she says! It was over here with the lasso. It fits, if only because of your human proportions. The imps are only about half your size, at least until you start getting pounded. Each ram of the dildo makes the world larger, your pussy clench tighter, your insides shifting to allow for maximum penetration. The leader is floating over you now, taking you by the cheek and smiling deeply. ''“So, gonna head on back to the human world? Or stay here and have fun?”'' [[Fun. Definitely Fun.]] [[I Do Have an Appointment…]]

You scoff at the generic harem plot, and level your suspension of disbelief at the girls. This isn’t real. This is just a strange pile of character traits in a setting designed to maximize the amount of people who would be attracted to at least one of the people involved. To prove your point, you push on one of the school’s walls, and it topples over, cardboard water fountain and all. The girls are rather annoyed at you. Yes, it’s not real, but could you at least try to stay in character? [[Sure, Fine Whatever]] [[No, This is too Silly]]

Is that even a question? Of course you’re going to have fun! The world inside the book is rather sparse for a high school; all the people shuffling about have no faces or personalities. You have a thought to write a name on one of them with a marker, but one of the imps swats the marker away. No messing with the background scenery. Even the ones that move. They’ve made a nice den out of the Required Hot Springs Episode though. Chapter 12, just before the plot gets intense. Traveling through narratives like this is rather odd, but mostly involves picturing the scene you want in your head(even if it’s just The Next Chapter), imagining your entire existence as a page in a book, and then hopping over to the next page. The mistress is a little annoyed that you went with the imp book. There’s already 9 of you, and really you should think about taking your act on the road. You spend your days floating about the manor, doing small chores while the smartest imp in your harem does research. It takes a week or so, but you find a rich lad with strange tastes in sexual activity that happens to have a cozy mansion that is Not inhabited by imps. The whole of you pile into your old human car, a task made awkward due to the fact you are now three feet tall. You steer, while the daring imp works the gas. The others take turns popping out of the book going ''“Are we there yet”'', which usually is not the case. Cruise control is your friend, and somehow you avoid hitting people. Somehow. The new place is nice, very lovely, lots of marble and columns. The human, of course, had no idea you were coming, but it’s only a short bit of foreplay before you ensure that he’s coming. She’s coming. Whichever way it goes, the 10th imp has been recruited, and you finally have a place to crash. Your mansion is eventually classified as a Level 2 Horny Zone. Humans are to steer clear of the place where the floating naked purple people have lots of wacky hijinx, and you’re told that the magic police will be on your butts if you start causing trouble in town. That’s okay. You’ll settle for occasionally recruiting a pizza delivery guy. The imp harem grows. [[Your journey is still being written.->Game Start]]

You float back into the real world, waving goodbye to the imps. Well! That was certainly a lot of sex. It's now nighttime, and you're very sure you've missed your appointment. Darn. You do not get the job. She wants someone a little less easily distracted by sex and sex-like objects. She does, however, give you the number of a good imp interchange, where you can travel to all sorts of realities to possess. You think you're going to try some urban fantasy novel next. Perchance to Dream sounds nice. It's about four kids who... eh, you'll read it later. For now, you're too busy picking up all the stuff you want from your apartment. Having telekinesis kinda conflicts with being three feet tall, and the neighbor's dog wants to eat you something awful. At long last, your affairs are in order, and you open up your new book. Placing a foot inside, you allow the pages to glow and become a portal to a wonderful imp home. Soon. Very soon. [[Your journey will begin when an easily corrupted human picks up your book.->Game Start]]

[[You shrug and agree to their terms. Ahem.->Blank Slate Protagonist Somehow has All the Sex]]

The lead girl marches up to you, brandishing her Important Character Prop(a newspaper). ''“Fine, if you refuse to let this be real, then you can be unreal too.”'' She whaps you with the paper, and you fall over like the set-piece wall. ''“Darn,”'' says the shortstack. ''“I was hoping for someone interesting.”'' She pulls off her human skin, clearly done with this whole thing. There is a butt-naked purple floating imp above you, holding the creepiest human-fursuit you could imagine. ''“Finally get a human in here, and he’s a stickler.”'' ''“Maybe you should puff him back out? He looks kinda flat.”'' You FEEL kinda flat. Like a flat character who only serves to point out the obvious, in case the reader missed it. In any case, you aren’t doing a whole lot of moving down here on the floor. Are you made of cardboard? You feel stiff, and your tongue tastes starchy. ''“No, you have to let them sit. Humans take time to bake.” “What if we put him in the microwave?” “I don’t know how long to put them in for.” “Are there instructions?”'' All of this sounds highly lethal, and as a rule you prefer to not die. At least, you make a good attempt. Sometimes. [[Insist that You’re Not Microwaveable]] [[Bargain with the Story Imps]] [[Await your Doom]]

Please no. Humans don’t go in the microwave. Well if you’re not good for being around, and you’re not good for eating, then you’ll just have to be scenery. They all nod, giving you deep concern. The shortstack walks over you, picking you up, and placing you upright where you belong. [[There.]]

What if there was something else they wanted from you? Aside from food. They admit, they’re more of a female posse, due to the scenario that grew them, but they’ve never tried a male imp before. Maybe they should… The relief of being three dimensional is short lived, as they soon drag you off kicking and screaming to deeper parts of the school. They may be small, but their magical levitation powers and their sheer numbers certainly keep you moving. That said, you are getting Very distracted by the naked purple people glomping all over you. Aha! They’ve turned the book’s Required Hot Springs Episode into a den. There is good food to be had, and good beds upon which to fuck you six ways from sunday. The process of turning into an imp appears to mostly involve everything but the genitals shrinking, up to and including: self-restraint, fear, anxiety, and desire to be a human. You awake, and have no idea what day it is. There is cum Everywhere. Imps are passed out on the floor, though a few are playing Mario Kart in the next room. Your dick is purple, you stand at most 3 feet tall, and the general state of your extremities is Demonic Lite. Pointy nails, pointy ears, curly horns that also have points, and the cute little fangs you forget about when you bite your tongue. Ow. [[The Impish Life]]

You await your doom. They throw you in the microwave, and set it on Pot Roast. The feeling of being puffed up and turned into a roast is rather strange, but nowhere near as strange as the feeling of eight horny imps having a wonderful dinner at your expense. Next time, you’ll remind them that this isn’t a vore story. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You are Support, a small lovable boy who is somehow completely uninterested in the large amount of dateable girls in this scenario. You are here to be the protagonist’s friend, and support them no matter which route they romance. But the protagonist isn’t here. How long will this take, you wonder? The imps shrug. Depends on how long it takes someone to open the book. They’re not very good at mass marketing. You do not get the job. You exist as a two-dimensional character in high school, forever. At the very least, you know your classes will not have any meaningful repercussions outside of the book. Occasionally the imps sneak out of the narrative with you and have a good party or two. Alas, your character-enforced asexuality is ever a wedge with the promiscuous ones, and you often wonder if maybe this wasn’t the best idea after all. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

The mistress is a little annoyed that you went with the imp book. There’s already 9 of you, and really you should think about taking your act on the road. You spend your days floating about the manor, doing small chores while the smartest imp in your harem does research. It takes a week or so, but you find a rich lad with strange tastes in sexual activity that happens to have a cozy mansion that is Not inhabited by imps. The whole of you pile into your old human car, a task made awkward due to the fact you are now three feet tall. You steer, while the daring imp works the gas. The others take turns popping out of the book going ''“Are we there yet”'', which usually is not the case. Cruise control is your friend, and somehow you avoid hitting people. Somehow. The new place is nice, very lovely, lots of marble and columns. The human, of course, had no idea you were coming, but it’s only a short bit of foreplay before you ensure that he’s coming. She’s coming. Whichever way it goes, the 10th imp has been recruited, and you finally have a place to crash. Your mansion is eventually classified as a Level 2 Horny Zone. Humans are to steer clear of the place where the floating naked purple people have lots of wacky hijinx, and you’re told that the magic police will be on your butts if you start causing trouble in town. That’s okay. You’ll settle for occasionally recruiting a pizza delivery guy. The imp harem grows. [[Your journey is still being written.->Game Start]]

All you need to do is relax. It’s okay if you have other desires, like turning into a submissive little kitty. Who wouldn’t want to feel their fur growing in, making even the slightest touch all cushioned and soft? Can you imagine what color it is? I’ll let you decide, it’ll be your little secret. In return, I’ll just help your tail grow out nice and long. That little bit at the base of the spine, working its way out. You can feel as it snakes beneath your ballsack, pushing your penis a little higher so that the tail can come out front and play. It’s very furry as well, because it wants to be as soft and sensual as you do, maybe even more so. Your hands, your feet, they can start to change as well. You know, deep down, that there are so many things you’d rather not be doing. And if you could just let your hands turn into paws, you would be free. You need fingers to pay taxes, you need thumbs to write bills. And if you had paws, why you wouldn’t need to do anything more than stand on them. Maybe run around, jumping and playing, it’s so wonderful indeed. Do you know what the most important part of a paw is? It’s the pads. They support you, protect you, and you can squish them together to let your mind be so happy. Humans can’t do that. But you can, because you’re a cat. Just a little kitty who likes to hear my words, and go deeper, and relax. [[I Hear And Obey]] [[I Hear And Obey]] [[I Hear And Obey]]

You sleep. You dream. It’s a strange dream, of your job prospects bouncing back and forth in one of those bouncing peg games. Maybe it’ll fall in the right slot this time! Hmm. It doesn't appear to be falling in the right slot. You spend all your attribute points on extra tokens, but now you're starting to feel a bit anxious. Why are the dreams always so hostile to you having instant success? It's very rude. [[It Goes in the Square Hole]] [[Play As Much As You Can]]

You feel rebellious and powerful for at least 3 seconds. The chair, meanwhile, awakens from its slumber. You've done the naughty thing, yes you have. ''"Oi. No feet on the chair."'' Is... is that a request, or? ''"I'll eat you."'' [[Please Don't Eat Me->Rest in the Cushy Armchair]] [[Kinky!]]

So simple, so easy. Did you know that the more you relax, the more you become less. To be small, a wonderful pussycat, it’s as simple as that. The idea of shrinking out of your clothing, to have your shirt billow up around you as your body fits through that little collar. How wonderful it would be for your pants to slip free, because you never really wanted them at all. You wanted to have furry legs, and a furry tail, so that no one would ever make the mistake of asking you to wear pants. You’re slipping now, the sensation of your mind letting go of all those human things. You don’t want to be human, and that means you want to change. You don’t want to worry, and that means you want to obey. You obey without thinking, before you ever think. Your thoughts are based on the understanding that you will obey. Such a good little cat. [[Wake Up Now]]

You awaken, having dozed off in the armchair. It was very relaxing indeed, and you give out a nya to stretch those slackened jaws. There’s human clothes all around you, but when you look at them you know that they’re more like funny shaped blankets. Not for wearing, certainly not. You don’t know why you would wear anything, really. There is a cat sitting before you, a very large and prestigious cat. A cougar, you think you recall, or perhaps a puma. But he speaks, and you know that you’re in good paws. ''“There we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”'' Nya. ''“I do so love it when humans deliver themselves. I don’t even have to leave a tip.”'' You don’t understand, but you slide off the chair and follow him anyway. You’re not a human, and the human that delivered you here isn’t around right now. You’re a good kitty, yes you are. ''“Oi!”'' The mistress is peeved. ''“Hands off, this one is mine.” “He was here for a job interview.” “Yes, and I’ve found him perfectly suited to my needs. You’ll have to be faster, miss fox.” “This is my house.” “And this is my pussycat. We’re going to go have a lot of nice cuddling in the lounge now.”'' Cuddling sounds good. You don’t understand why the mean fox lady is upset with him. Is she upset with you? But you’re a good cat. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

Obviously, the answer is to take your ball out of the peg game, and place it into the slot without having to go through windows of random chance. So you do. Haha! A casino worker comes over, which you can tell because their uniform says CNASIO on it and they are a crocodile. You wave at them, and they insist you get back in line like everyone else. Don’t you know you have to jump through the hoops to get the job? Yes, but you’re tired of that. You just want to wake up and have the job. It’ll be there, right there, already prepared for you. [[Wake Up->Manor Start]]

You obviously have to get past the tutorial before the game gets any good. So you keep playing. You keep playing! Your balls all keep falling in spaces that aren’t even proper employment. Tailsplosion. Another one fell in +1 Claw. You feel rather put out by all of this, moreso when your next play lands on Extra Fluffy. You already won that prize. A strange floating creature comes before you. You can’t quite grasp its true form, but you know that it is reasonably soft. You put it on your head, and feel a little better. ''“Why are you so sad, little human?”'' Because you’re trying to do the thing, and the thing won’t do. ''“Ah. My question to you is: What do you really want out of all of this?”'' [[Victory]] [[Stability]] [[Power]] [[Comfort]]

''“You want to win? That makes sense. Well, keep at it.”'' You keep putting the balls in the little peg game. One day you’ll get there. One day. The mistress is rather concerned when she finds a handheld peg game sitting in the library chair. She shakes you awake, and asks why this, of all things? You don’t really know, you just feel tossed around a bit. She nods, and picks you up. She isn’t really the gambling type, but perhaps you can find a home in vegas? There’s a lot of witches there. Vegas sounds nice. You like to win, and the house always wins. Far in the future, you’ve found your calling. You’re a slot machine in Vegas, watching people pull your lever//(kinky!)// and cry when they do not get the thing. Sometimes they get the thing though, and they cheer and dance and pat you on the head. Having found despair in the system, you have become the system, and no longer need to feel those dark feelings yourself. You tell yourself it’s a victory, but as you look at the lovely waiters and waitresses shaking their tails and having an upstanding biological life, you wonder if perhaps this was not the best choice. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

''“Stability? We can do that. Wake up, little one. You have much work to do.”'' You awaken with all four feet on the ground. Sometime during the night, it seems that your fleshy bits have been replaced with leather upholstery and those little brass metal greebls that make chairs look fancier than they really are. You’re very well cushioned, and indeed are quite stable and sturdy. You don’t get the job. You do, however, do a wonderful show of helping others to create rest, so much so that often times people fall asleep while sitting in you. You don’t get paid, but you do get polished and refurbished, which is basically the same thing. Sometimes you dream, and wonder what it would be like to be a human. You don’t really know why you would, though. You’re perfectly happy being a chair. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

''“Power? Well you’ll need to be ready to handle all that power.”'' You jolt awake, possibly from the feeling of being electrocuted. There’s a coppery taste in your mouth, and your limbs all feel very numb. Blech. It isn’t long though before the room starts to grow on you. Your entire body is shrinking, and your limbs are going twice as fast! You try to get up out of the chair, but by the time you’ve gotten ready to push, your feet are already up on the cushion. You slip into your shirt, pushing and shoving at the now massive fabric on top of you, a feat made more difficult with how small and feeble your arms have become. Your chest is bulging out, but to your sides instead of your front. It’s flattening, taking on a nice glassy texture, and you start to see your thoughts printed on the inside of your screen. Flopping back down, you wriggle and jiggle to try and get moving again, but everything’s starting to become encased in rubber and plastic. Your dick stretches out away from you, even as it turns into a USB cable plugged right into your crotch. Wow. Rude. The cord falls out, leaving you with a very aroused charging port. Are all MP3 players female? You don’t really know, though you do wish your dick didn’t just clatter onto the floor. Rectangular as you are, you won’t be getting access to it anytime soon, unless someone else decides to help. You don’t get the job. The mistress does appreciate your large capacity though, and when the next applicant has a penchant for musical spells, she is given you as a present. You have a knack for holding all kinds of spellsongs, serving as the spellbook for your bard-like benefactor. Most of all though, you crave power. Not the silly ideas of rule that humans call power. No, you want 120v, fresh from the socket, and being plugged in is like the best sort of sex. You vaguely wonder whether songs being put on you is a bit like impregnation, but you suppose that sort of term really doesn’t apply to a music player. [[Track 2: Ends Here, by Journey->Game Start]]

''“Comfort? Anyone can seek comfort, but what’s important is to Be comfortable.”'' You don’t understand, even when you wake up. Your body is loose and floppy, somehow your clothes have fallen off in your sleep. Your arms, your legs… they’re tiny little things of thread, dangling tassels that flop around when you try to move them. And you? You’re wonderfully embroidered, a delightful pillow indeed. All the emotions you’ve been carrying around are churned together, formed into an even mess of stuffing. Slowly it becomes soft to think, and then soft to feel as well. You want to feel good, and you want others to feel good. It’s only natural. People sit on you. Sleep with you. It’s not a sexual thing, they just need a bit of comfort, and you’re more than willing to give it to them. You don’t even charge! You do feel a nagging bit of fear at the idea of being put in the wash one day, but for now… you’ll just sit. You’re good at it, in any case. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You close and lock the door, before disrobing and eyeing the massive tub. Best to get it started, just turn the handle like so… there. Test the water… ooh, the flames of Mordor. Turn it a tad… Antarctica. You spend… more time than you’d like to admit wiggling it Just Right. There. Now that you’re actually here, the bath oils and assorted colored liquids look rather strange indeed. None of these are quite commercial, but they do seem rather impressive. Maybe it’s fancy stuff you buy from a special dealer? The first one’s free, you know. [[Fountain of Youth Extract]] [[Slinky Snake Scale Smoother]] [[Put The Otter In Your Water]] [[Just Normal Clean Water, Thanks]] [[A Little Bit Of Everything, Because You Live Dangerously]]

You slip into the shower, leaving your clothes outside. It’s very spacious indeed, and your mind briefly turns to strange thoughts of living in this shower. Certainly has a lot of legroom. But no, you have more lofty goals than that. In any case, best freshen up before the interview. Step away from the spray of water, allow it to heat up nicely… there. The pitter patter of man-powered raindrops fills your soul with delight, or at least pushes away all the other sounds of the manor. [[A Quick Shower, Then Onward]] [[Sit In the Shower]] [[Partake of the Shampoo]]

Gently stepping into the tub and allowing yourself to lower down into the massive thing, you examine the bright blue Fountain of Youth bottle. Much like the room itself, it’s more of an experience: held in a crystal vial wrapped with little rubber strands for added grip. You uncork the thing, and it smells like your old home back as a child, complete with all the weird lego scents. Now then… The tag helpfully suggests making sure the drain is closed, then adding just a tad of the solution to enjoy the feeling of rejuvenated everything. The rest reads like a fancy beauty salon copy ad, but you’re more interested in what it can actually do, rather than what the marketing intern swears it can do. So… how much is good? [[Just a Tad, As Intended]] [[So Much]] [[Pour It In Until You’re Satisfied]]

Gently stepping into the tub and allowing yourself to lower down into the massive thing, you examine the shiny green Slinky Snake Scale Smoother bottle. It’s got a jade motif about it, and insists it will leave you with nicely smoothed scales. Normally shampoo claims to Remove scaly skin, so this is a bit of an odd one. Directions… make sure the drain is closed, and pour! You can do that! It bubbles and hisses when it goes in, like all good potions should. Soon you’re bathing in what looks like lime jello, and the water is slightly thicker too. You like that though, it gives you that gentle floaty feeling when you push off the bottom of the tub. Mmm… the bath is very relaxing indeed. The whole body is warmed, gently filled with feelings of strength and vigor. You close your eyes, listening to the running of the water and the calming feeling of your torso rounding out. ...wait. It does seem to be doing something like that, yes. It’s still somewhat oval shaped, but there’s less of an indication between front and side. The further it goes down, the rounder it gets, until as it passes your crotch it’s just a nice snake tail. ...oh. You grab the bottle, looking at the label. “Not for use on humans”. Well who else was going to use it?! Though, as you watch your legs finish being absorbed by the elongating thickening slinkiness, you suppose it probably was for actual snakes, wasn’t it. Hmmm. It takes a bit of trying, but you flick the water off with your tail. It’s still growing, sliding and curling out of the bath back into the cold air. Unacceptable, so you pull it back under. There. Nice and warm. It’s got a nice sheen to it, blue scales that fade to darker or lighter depending on which stripe they’re on. The middle is ridged, long smooth plates that are just a hint of blue on a mostly white palette. Combined with the green of the water, the whole thing is a shimmering show of splendor, and you have to admit that your scales are, in fact, smooth. Getting out of the bath is a trick, but once you figure the trick out it’s a blast. Your entire tail is a muscle, able to push from any angle, every angle even. Soon you’re bending and wriggling around as well as can be. Drying off does not take long, as the water sloughs off freely. You hold up your pants, staring at what used to be. This… this will not do. You don’t really have anything else to put on, do you? The sight of your slit was a little weird at first, but once you were sure that little peent was safe inside, you were happy to let it be tucked away. As long as you don’t accidentally get a raging boner in front of the mistress, this should be… reasonable. You will have to question why she leaves mutagenic bath products out, though. (set: $APType to "Naga") [[Slip on your Jacket, Let’s Go->The Appointment]]

The bottle is rather tame, compared to the others. It calls itself Otter Space, and insists it will put the Otter in your Water. Very peculiar. Promises lush hair, that slinky clean feeling, and general bouts of happiness. So you pour. The water does not change color, but brown-tinted bubbles start to form on the top. It smells a bit like pine trees, and while it does feel nice on your skin, you’re not entirely sure you’d spend all your money on a bottle of otter water. That is, until your crotch starts to escape. It pokes and pushes until it’s growing its own little tendril down past where your genitals go. The longer it goes, the wrigglier it becomes, and you grab at it with both hands. The feeling of fur sprouting up underneath your grasp is an odd one, but pleasing. Normally around now you would be screaming, but something about this… *does* make you happy. A tail! On you! How silly is that. You thump it against the side of the tub, and it splashes and makes a pleasing sound. Your hands and feet start to grow little paw pads, little clawsies indeed. Your snoot droops, but then you boop it and it’s all better. You feel long. Like your legs have gotten shorter but your torso has more than made up the distance. For now though, you are content to simply enjoy the bath and curl about. [[All Things in Moderation]] [[There’s More in the Bottle!]]

You are going to have a perfectly normal, clean bath, thank you. All of these sound like dangerous transformation triggers, and you would very much like to avoid that at all costs. The bath is nice. Very good, warm and soothing. You can even lay down in the tub, which is more than you could say for the one back home. It’s just missing something… aha! The rubber duck. According to the bottom of the duck, his name is Reginald, which you approve of. You place him in the water, and watch him float around. There. Perfect. The sight of the rubber duck bobbing gently on the waves… [ ]<c1| [Melts Your Heart]<Duck| [Makes You Feel Playful]<Play| [[Fills You With Determination]] (click: ?Duck) [(replace:?c1) [----- Daww. He’s so cute.]] (click: ?Play) [(replace:?c1) [----- Slowly the monstrous sea monster sneaks upon its duckish prey. It prepares… and leaps from the water, sending a tidal wave crashing upon it. Rawr! This gets you a good laugh, and you lean back, satisfied.]]

Being a mischievous sort, and one that scoffs at the notion of restraint, you set about putting ALL the bath potions in. A little bit of the Fountain of Youth, some of the Otter Water, the Scale Smoother gives nice bubbles yes. The Pink Revitalizer has a nice smell, though you’re honestly convinced the Nullifier is just tap water. This orange one doesn’t have a label, but it’s gotta be good. Aloe Vera, the most sinful of potions. And top it all off with a bit of Mr. Magicks Happy Bubbles(for the kids!). Add in Reginald the Rubber Duckie, and stir by shaking your legs back and forth until it’s all a frothy bubbly mess. You live for these sorts of things, even as your parents screamed. No. Stop it. Stop doing the thing. But you won’t. You can’t. Because you’re you, and you do things that everybody else has the common sense to refuse. Your body feels strange, and indistinct. All manner of different feelings are pulsing around you, and you feel rather delirious. Maybe you’re always delirious. Most people wouldn’t pour 8 different potions and a rubber duck into a tub they were going to enter. Lights cascade into a shimmering sigil, the seal is undone! You watch in awe as Reginald the rubber duck stretches out nightmarishly, arms and legs popping out from his once smooth rubbery shell. A muzzle forms with powerful teeth, and he gnashes them together as if he’ll never get to do it again. ''“I… I live. Again! AHAHAHAAAAA!”'' It takes a moment before he looks down and sees a naked person in the tub with him. This is very awkward. ''“Oh. I see you are my rescuer. Kinda… human looking.”'' Well screw you mister naked fox boy. You were born this way. It’s inherited. [[Ask What in the World is Going On]] [[Ask if You Can Be a Hot Fox Guy Too]] [[Ask if You Two Can Bone->Maybe You Should Flee]]

Best not to use too much. It’s not really yours, after all. You drip just a tad of the solution into the bath, and smile as it starts to bubble and spread. The change in color is almost imperceptible, but the feeling of the water is not. It’s much softer, much gentler, and you feel like the pressing of your skin against the edge of the tub isn’t quite so harsh anymore. Like you’re floating in your own little bubble of comfort, just how you want it. It’s nice, now that the water is rising up over you. Your skin feels fresh, alive and wonderful. Everything’s just that little bit happier around the edges, and even that breakfast taco you had earlier doesn’t seem to be bothering you anymore. As your thoughts soften and your mind becomes gentle and smooth, you eye the bottle once more. If it feels this nice already… [[A Little Bit More]] [[Pour The Sucker In]]

You’re here to relax, after all, and you need to be in your best shape for the appointment. So you pour a good amount, the sort you’d use for shampooing normally. That’s better. Let it swirl and mix, let it all bubble up, wonderful. The change in color is almost imperceptible, but the feeling of the water is not. It’s much softer, much gentler, and you feel like the pressing of your skin against the edge of the tub isn’t quite so harsh anymore. Like you’re floating in your own little bubble of comfort, just how you want it. The tub feels so much… larger than before. You lean back and lay down, letting the water rush over your head. Yes, good. You could never do this with your tiny tub back home. Breaching the surface of the water, you reach with a foot to turn off the tap. Miss. Reach agaiiiinnn… Miss. Hmm. You slide over to the other side of the tub, and it’s… a reasonable distance, actually. Pulling yourself back up, you stare down in awe. Your body… it’s definitely shrinking. Body hair wisps away as if it never was, muscles melt away until your arms are little twigs, and your mighty ramrod is feeling more like a teeny weenie down there. Oh it’s hard, as hard as can be, just that hard doesn’t seem to go quite as… long as it used to. And the more you shrink, the less important that feels in your mind. Like you have other things to worry about. You probably do. The feeling stops, subsides after a while, but now you’re starting to feel those juvenile jitters of anxiety. Flights of imagination and panic that lead your brain on strange trains of thought. There’s no way the mistress would hire a teenager to work at the manor, would she? Oh no… Well, one of these should fix it. There’s so many, you just have to find the right one. Like looking for the holy grail, amidst all these lesser name brand grails. No pressure. [[The Pink Revitalizer, Moxie Guaranteed]] [[The Transparent Nullifier, Stain Removal]] [[Screw It, Just Pour the Rest In->Pour The Sucker In]]

You pour in quite a bit. Of course you do: if this bottle is as magical as everything else around here seems to be, then you’re in for quite a bit of fun. Let it swirl and mix, let it all bubble up, wonderful. The change in color is almost imperceptible, but the feeling of the water is not. It’s much softer, much gentler, and you feel like the pressing of your skin against the edge of the tub isn’t quite so harsh anymore. Like you’re floating in your own little bubble of comfort, just how you want it. The tub feels so much… larger than before. You lean back and lay down, letting the water rush over your head. Yes, good. You could never do this with your tiny tub back home. Breaching the surface of the water, you reach with a foot to turn off the tap. Miss. Reach agaiiiinnn… Miss. Hmm. You slide over to the other side of the tub, and it’s… a reasonable distance, actually. Pulling yourself back up, you stare down in awe. Your body… it’s definitely shrinking. Body hair wisps away as if it never was, muscles melt away until your arms are little twigs, and your mighty ramrod is feeling more like a teeny weenie down there. Oh it’s hard, as hard as can be, just that hard doesn’t seem to go quite as… long as it used to. And the more you shrink, the less important that feels in your mind. Like you have other things to worry about. [[Yessss… excellent.->Splashing In The Tub]]

You’re here to relax, after all, and you need to be in your best shape for the appointment. So you pour a good amount, the sort you’d use for shampooing normally. That’s better. The tub feels so much… larger than before. You lean back and lay down, letting the water rush over your head. Yes, good. You could never do this with your tiny tub back home. Breaching the surface of the water, you reach with a foot to turn off the tap. Miss. Reach agaiiiinnn… Miss. Hmm. You slide over to the other side of the tub, and it’s… a reasonable distance, actually. Pulling yourself back up, you stare down in awe. Your body… it’s definitely shrinking. Body hair wisps away as if it never was, muscles melt away until your arms are little twigs, and your mighty ramrod is feeling more like a teeny weenie down there. Oh it’s hard, as hard as can be, just that hard doesn’t seem to go quite as… long as it used to. And the more you shrink, the less important that feels in your mind. Like you have other things to worry about. You probably do. The feeling stops, subsides after a while, but now you’re starting to feel those juvenile jitters of anxiety. Flights of imagination and panic that lead your brain on strange trains of thought. There’s no way the mistress would hire a teenager to work at the manor, would she? Oh no… Well, one of these should fix it. There’s so many, you just have to find the right one. Like looking for the holy grail, amidst all these lesser name brand grails. No pressure. [[The Pink Revitalizer, Moxie Guaranteed]] [[The Transparent Nullifier, Stain Removal]] [[Screw It, Just Pour the Rest In->Pour The Sucker In]]

Okay. Okay okay. This stuff says it’s for adults, so that should be an adulting potion. Or at least it will make you adult, you don’t know. Your brain is running on all wheels with no track, and you don’t envy the train station when your thoughts all come to a screeching halt. Best to get it over with. Pour! … ...okay you felt that one. Kinda… tingly. Yesss… you do feel like you’re getting bigger, perfect. This is fine. You plunge your body under the water to make sure it gets the stuff in everywhere: wouldn’t want like a teenage head on a grownup body, that would be weird. Now that it’s starting to work, you feel… calm. No, more than calm, you feel confident. Everything’s gonna be alright, and if it’s not you’re gonna make it alright. You have the strength of will to face the day, and make sure that the day gets lassoed like a small tiny man. You do not have a lasso, but you probably should get one. Now if only you could figure out why the change feels… uneven. Hmm… it’s not uneven per se… the change is still happening everywhere, but it’s definitely pushing out more in certain spots. A touch to your nipples sends a tingle of delight through your body, and you idly start to rub the strange new protrusions. You’re growing, but so is your chest! Your butt is coming out to the side, flaring in back. Your muscles are returning, but even in the most powerful parts of your limbs it’s all toned and sleek, preferring form over function. And down below… The feeling of your crotch being an important part of your anatomy slams back into your mind all at once, but it’s filled with strange new thoughts. The pleasure should be inside, and perhaps so should the romance. It’s not empty down there, it’s just as smooth as it needs to be. Male crotches are so long, so waggly, and yours is a perfectly curved work of art. A finger slips inside, almost without you thinking about it, but as soon as it finds its way you know you need more. Your foot kicks the drain open as you stroke, pulling and rubbing INSIDE you. An exotic feeling, yet one that your brain insists is perfectly reasonable. The way your breasts float, that’s normal, you’ve done that many times. You can’t remember those times, but your brain insists they happened. So there. You don’t quite finish up downstairs. The water is draining fast, and self-consciousness sets in. Standing up… you’re about the same height, maybe a little shorter. Slightly less weight, but it’s definitely put the remaining pounds in the two most obvious spots. You cup your breasts, and feel the underneath, the around, the way the nipples stick out now that you’re in the cold air… Cold air. Cold air bad towel yes. There. The feeling of toweling off a new body is similarly disorienting, but the more you do it the more you like it. It’s… it’s got its perks. Literally. And really, if the mistress left this stuff lying around, clearly she meant for it to be used. You’ll get her to turn you back male when you’re done, you promise. Half-heartedly. Your clothes… kinda fit. It’s a stretch in the chest, and very loose in the torso. Good thing you brought the stretchy pants. Still, this is gonna be awkward. (set: $APType to "Female") [[Ah well. Best get it over with.->The Appointment]]

The nullifier, obviously. You want to get rid of this change, and this definitely looks like the change remover. It suggests pouring in… half the bottle, yeesh. Okay then. Pour! The change in the water content is immediate and obvious, as the bubbles seem to be obliterated by mere proximity to the nullifier potion. As the slight smell of the fountain of youth potion leaves your nostrils, you’re content to slide back under the water. This will work. It’ll be fine. Indeed, you’re already feeling… extremely calm. Sedate, even. There’s almost an absence of sensation when the potion penetrates your skin. All the agitation you’ve worked up in the past few minutes evaporates, hissing out of the water like so much steam. Everything feels calmer, like it just works. Your body isn’t too hot or too cold, it just is. Your form isn’t too young or too old, it’s becoming exactly the age it needs to be. Which is older, you assume, but you’re too busy making sure everything gets inundated with water. Best not to miss a spot and have a weird baby head. Eww. Your mind clears, your thoughts becoming smooth yet solid. As you think, concepts become crystal clear in your mind, with no distractions or stresses. You can feel your body begin to stretch back out, longer and more supple than the silly teenage form. And yet… it’s all too easy to let yourself get overwhelmed. Best to step out and make sure you’re getting better. [[Did You Fix It?]]

Um… hmm. Well, you are something, at least. The instant you put your hand down on the rim of the tub, you know you’ve goofed again. It’s flat, like the end of a hoof, but with no features whatsoever. Flailing and panicking, you all but throw yourself out of the water, sprawling out onto the bathmat below. Wobbling to your feet, you quickly learn that two legs isn’t going to work, as you topple back down onto all fours. It’s a strange feeling, like your torso is being supported from all sides, even as your head looks forward without any craning of the neck. It’s… kinda hard to see in the mirror, honestly. Your entire skin, your everything is transparent, and a tap of a hoof against your forearm gives off a very crystalline *clink*. You speak, and your voice resonates in a perfect C Sharp. Mostly you’re annoyed by how Little you are. Four feet, at the most, and you need some propping up to look straight into the mirror. The beast that looks back at you is… okay it’s cute, but it’s not quite the Human Male you were going for. A rounded muzzle on a rounded head, crystal hair that somehow moves around just fine despite being, you know… a solid object. Your eyes have the slightest hint of their former color, and it can be difficult to tell exactly where they’re looking. You sit, which is a strange new pose. Legs out, arms down, butt flat… flat? Oh dear. It got rid of that too, didn’t it? You clink your hooves repeatedly on your rather smooth crotch, finding no opening or indication of it being any different than the rest of your body. Come to think of it, there’s no organs inside you either. Just like a crystal bottle that moves and talks and clinks. (set: $APType to "Crystal Pony") [[Peculiar indeed.->The Appointment]]

You pour in quite a bit. Of course you do: You're already up to your chest in weird Fountain of Youth water, so you might as well go all the way! The tub feels so much… larger than before. You lean back and lay down, letting the water rush over your head. Yes, good. You could never do this with your tiny tub back home. Breaching the surface of the water, you reach with a foot to turn off the tap. Miss. Reach agaiiiinnn… Miss. Hmm. You slide over to the other side of the tub, and it’s… a reasonable distance, actually. Pulling yourself back up, you stare down in awe. Your body… it’s definitely shrinking. Body hair wisps away as if it never was, muscles melt away until your arms are little twigs, and your mighty ramrod is feeling more like a teeny weenie down there. Oh it’s hard, as hard as can be, just that hard doesn’t seem to go quite as… long as it used to. And the more you shrink, the less important that feels in your mind. Like you have other things to worry about. [[Yessss… excellent.->Splashing In The Tub]]

You splash about in the tub, happy as can be. How light it feels, how freeing! You haven’t looked this way in a long time, and that time is getting longer as you get smaller. You start talking, just to hear your voice uncrack and the pitch rise up to a child’s passionate squeee. And your mind! You feel so clearly, ideas bouncing into your head with nary a thought to catch them with. Spontaneous, almost random feeling by what an adult would feel. But you’re not an adult, not anymore, and perhaps you never wanted to be. You know there was something adult down below, but that’s just the spot your mom told you to stop fiddling with in the car. You never understood why, and now you never will. At least until you grow up again, but who wants that? Your head is about even with the top of the tub now, and it’s amazing to watch your eye level slip that… much… lower. Teehee. Mister ducky gets pulled into the tub, and you let him swim about as he should. And yet… you keep shrinking. You’re not even 10 years old anymore, and you keep going down. Perhaps that was a bit too much? But you really don’t care. You just let the water drain, so that it’s not too high. The water level honestly stays pretty even on you even as it drains, which only serves to cause more giggling. Finally you stand up. Well, you make a good attempt at it. Everything’s in a different place, and you have to hold yourself steady. Legs up, over the top… slide back down… there. [[The perfect crime!]]

The door opens, and the mistress walks in. ''“Oh dear. I really need to put that one up when hiring help.”'' You don’t really understand, why hide the best potion of all? ''“Well, you can’t really be hired now, can you?”'' Maybe you don’t want a job. Maybe you just want to be a kid. ''“Yes, a kid that needs taking care of.”'' Oh. You make a quick toddler dash to her legs, and hug her so. There. Now you’re too cute. She’ll have to take care of you! This makes total sense, or at the very least you don’t come up with any ideas why it shouldn’t. Not that you tried, but shhh. You don’t get the job. Insistent as you are about the whole child thing though, you refuse to let her fully age you back up. You have no idea what age you are now, other than //“not puberty for a while longer”//. Puberty sounds weird, like cooties. The manor is fun! You play with the kitty, and learn about flowers with the gardener, and if you’ve been really really good about your studies you get to learn the magics. You can almost pick things up with your mind. Almost. It’s very hard, and takes a lot of concentration that you completely lack. But you’re learning. It’s too cool not to learn. [[Your journey is still growing up. Give it time.->Game Start]]

Well, you are here on business, strictly speaking. Toweling off takes a bit more time than you’re used to, and you don’t think you’re actually dry at all. Moist everywhere. It’s not a bad feeling though, rather insulating and protective, much like your fur. Your tail brushes against the ground when you walk, but it’s a nice little swishy back and forth that you don’t think you want to take off. Put on clothes… there’s definitely some belly showing. You’re not thicker, just taller. Great. Your pants sag similarly from a lack of hips, though you admit you’ve never really been all that hip. Maybe you needed to be an otter to become hip? It’s a pleasing line of thought, and you chuckle at the idea. (set: $APType to "Otter") [[Dripping Drops Down the Hall->The Appointment]]

This otter water is fun, but you want double fun. You want maximum fun. So you pour. You pour the whole darn thing in, and a bit over your head just because you can! Wheeeeeee! It doesn’t take long for your body to start wriggling in a smaller fashion. Shorter arms, shorter legs, a tail that takes up much more space. Soon your head slips under the edge of the tub, and then under the water itself. You paddle back up, and are pleased at how buoyant you are. You could just float here, without a care. Something’s missing though… Aha! The duck. You bop the rubber ducky into the tub, and let it swim around. There are letters marked on the bottom of the duck, but you neither understand them nor care. It’s much more fun to bop the duck around. Bop! Your snoots boop occasionally as you float around, and you know that this is good. The mistress comes in. She’s a tall, foxy lady with a frown on her face. You wave. Hiiiii. “Oh dear. You used the whole thing, didn’t you?” Yep. She picks you up, a rather easy thing to do since she is a grown kitsune and you are a tiny feral otter. The sight of massive fingers wrapping around you is rather funny, much like everything is, and you stick out your tongue at her. Blep. “What are you going to do, milady?” “Give him to the cat.” Wait. Wait what? You do not get the job. Indeed, you are the newest pet of the house’s actual pet cat, a massive cougar who simply prefers to call himself The Cat. He likes watching you prance about and do dastardly things, as a sort of background action while he reads. You don’t read much anymore, but that’s okay. You’re a noodle! A fuzzy noodle who has all the fun. Job? Why would you want a job? That sounds hard. Perhaps your life is not very fulfilling, but it’s not wanting either. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

Yes. You’re going to ace this interview. It’s gonna be a piece of cake. Reginald is cheering you on. You can do it! He believes in you. Still, your toesies are starting to get wrinkles in them. Best to call an end to the bath. Dry off, get yourself nice and ready. Look in the mirror, do you look ready? No, of course you don’t, but you’ll do it anyway. You’ve got this. (set: $APType to "Rushed") [[I Believe In You->The Appointment]]

He nods, approving of your desire for answers. ''“I am Reginald.”'' Yeah, you kinda gathered. It still says Reginald in sharpie on your butt. ''“It what?”'' He turns and looks, before scowling in rage that sends steam from his ears. Literal steam. Maybe it’s a fire mage thing. ''“Oh for fucks sake. That’s going to take forever to come off. She did this on purpose.”'' You have to ask why there is a fully functional kitsune sealed in the rubber duck of a woman’s mansion. That seems like a terrible place to put one. ''“She was giving me, as I recall, a ‘Time Out’. We picked straws, you see, for who would be the best person to serve as the messenger to the old git. Mother wanted her to come to the family reunion, a thing she detests. We, uh… kind of got in a bit of a firefight over the whole deal.”'' [[Maybe You Should Flee]] [[Maybe You Should Apologize]]

He starts towards the window, but pauses upon hearing your request. ''“That //can// be arranged! Excellent, hold still."'' Magic zaps from his hands, a far more tingly affair than the potions. You start to complain, but it is very hard to do that when your face is growing. You slap a hand to it, but the muzzle is already coming out. Nice and soft, but not what you asked for. Once it’s done, you co- oof. That was a tail. Okay, once that’s done yo-. That was fur from every single part of your body. You’re just gonna lie down and feel sad now. You’d try and see what you’re becoming, but it’s clear that you’re going to be the spitting image of the fox that is currently trying to escape from a second story window. Naked. The bathroom door slams open; the mistress steps in brandishing a rather ornate shortsword, only to sigh as she sees the last bits of tail defenestrate, with only laughter left upon the wind. ''“Now why did you have to do that?”'' You complain(in his voice) that there weren’t really instructions on the thing. You just wanted to have fun in the bath. ''“That can be arranged.”'' [[Have Fun In the Bath]] [[Do I Get Any Say in These TF Shenanigans?]]

''“Actually, that is a very good idea. Here.”'' He all but yanks you out of the tub, dragging you over to the steam covered mirror. ''“Where do you live? Address, write it down.”'' What in the condensation? ''“Yes.”'' You do so, and are reasonably confused to see that the image in the mirror shifts to reflect your own bathroom. There’s even a //*schwing*// sound as the two mirrors link. ''“Excellent. Up we go.”'' You think to argue, but the general response to someone who can pick you up under his arm without any effort is generally //“yeah ok”//. You do not get the job. Instead, Reginald insists that you get him up to speed on current human events, so that he can look decent when going out in public. He maxes out your credit card buying new clothes, and insists he’ll pay you back when they get to the mansion. You are now on a boat, with a very hot fox boy. None of the other human seem to notice or care, but you do. You politely inform him that you do not speak japanese, and this will be double awkward when you arrive, but he retorts by noting that you do not need to speak japanese to have sex. This night, at least, is very fun and not even remotely awkward. He’s very good at what he does(you’re the what, in this case). You could get used to this, even if the lack of routine is bewildering. [[Your journey is heading to Japan, apparently.->Game Start]]

''“Oh no, definitely not. She would have my hide.”'' He starts to make towards the window, but pauses. ''“I know. She’ll have your hide!”'' Magic zaps from his hands, a far more tingly affair than the potions. You start to complain, but it is very hard to do that when your face is growing. You slap a hand to it, but the muzzle is already coming out. Nice and soft, but not what you asked for. Once it’s done, you co- oof. That was a tail. Okay, once that’s done yo-. That was fur from every single part of your body. You’re just gonna lie down and feel sad now. You’d try and see what you’re becoming, but it’s clear that you’re going to be the spitting image of the fox that is currently trying to escape from a second story window. Naked. The bathroom door slams open; the mistress steps in brandishing a rather ornate shortsword, only to sigh as she sees the last bits of tail defenestrate, with only laughter left upon the wind. ''“Now why did you have to do that?”'' You complain(in his voice) that there weren’t really instructions on the thing. You just wanted to have fun in the bath. ''“That can be arranged.”'' [[Have Fun In the Bath]] [[Do I Get Any Say in These TF Shenanigans?]]

You shrug. It can’t be weirder than what’s gone on already. Sure. She zaps you, yellow magic this time, and with a nice relaxing clean feeling to it. Less raunchy than Reginald’s. You make to ask what this does, only for your lips to duck forward and squeeze together. Mmmph. You make a delightful squeaking noise, right before the rest of your mouth fills in with rubber. Rapidly you start to lose sense of things that you would normally take for granted. Your body flops on the floor as you forget how to move yourself, your shivering stops as temperature becomes irrelevant, and your thoughts start to turn into happy emotions rather than words. The bathroom begins to glow, to come alive! There’s a sparkle and a shine that you couldn’t see before, couldn’t feel before. Truth be told, it’s a little uncomfortable having all your limbs retract up inside of you, squishing into a small rubber blob. But every time a limb finishes, that little pop sound marks the release of so much tension. You don’t need to be tense. You can’t be, really. You’re a rubber duck. At last, you understand. When you have nothing to fear from the outside world, you don’t need to fear anything at all. You can simply exist, and spread joy. Your eyes light up(or at least become large and mostly white), while your yellow ducky frame pops and rolls over on the bath mat. She picks you up, large fingers wrapping around your tiny duck. ''“There we go. Honestly, it’s not my sort of thing, but if you’re into that, sure. You do you.”'' You will! You’re happiness incarnate. If anything, you’ve forgotten what sadness even means, so you definitely can’t feel that. You don’t get the job. You do swim around in the tub a lot at night though. Your mind has trouble staying awake anytime there isn’t a guest in the bathroom, but that just means your life can be filled with more bathtime fun. Eventually someone else comes into the room, someone new and unfamiliar. They’re agitated, nervous. But you calm them down. The sheer sight of your presence is calming. They’re going to be okay. You steer them towards the Pink Revitalization potion, and have the best view in the house as their breasts come in. The look on their face is one of both disbelief and utter relief, as if everything in the world makes sense now. You don’t know why it didn’t make sense before, but you’re happy that they’ve found their way. She gets the job. She lets you swim around in the tub every night, as thanks for your aid. You don’t need thanks. Being a rubber ducky is thanks enough. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

She sighs, turning away from you. Something about the sight of her cousin naked on the bathroom floor isn’t doing her any good, even if it’s not really her cousin because he just jumped out a window laughing. Your life is kind of a mess, now that you think about it. ''“Fine. Let’s say, for the sake of argument, that you want to have some agency here. Do you think you can learn some restraint, and not maybe indulge every single bath potion at once?”'' You admit that was kind of spur of the moment. Also maybe rude. ''“Alright. You accept when you’ve messed up. That is like… three orders better than Reginald.”'' Three? Sweet. You’ve got this made. ''“What. Then. Would you like to be?”'' She turns back towards you, staring directly into your eyes and definitely not at your free-floating schlong. Can’t you like… put a towel on or something? [[A Reasonable, Normal Human]] [[A Student of Magic]] [[Like This, But With Tits]] [[A Form That Will Get You The Job]]

She snaps her fingers, which is very impressive when you do it with claws. Everything starts to retract. The fur shrinks away, the tail withers and pulls back in. Your face smooshes back to its usual shape, and now that silly snoot isn’t blocking your lower vision. Your ears wiggle and jiggle back to the sides of your head, and you press your perfectly bean-free hands onto them to make sure they’re on right. ''“There. Better?”'' You give her many thanks, as you get all your clothes back on. There. Comfy and supportive, like it should be. No fur, no weird Reginald tattooed on your butt. ''“This is the kind of weirdness you’ll be dealing with. Seeing as you haven’t run away screaming yet, I guess we can give you a trial run.”'' Does… does that mean? ''“Normally I would take someone with a greater inclination for magic. Still, someone who can keep their wits about them in the strangest of situations is a different kind of useful. We’ll give you two weeks. Paid, of course.”'' You do the little fist pump. Yoooooo! You get the job! She puts you to work dealing with weird curses and strange transformations, confident that you can come out the other side without losing your cool. Over the years, you grow into a wonderful cursebreaker, and the magical world is rather amused at the idea of a perfectly normal, human mage. Most every mage gets colored in some way by the magic they’re drawn to, but your insistence on remaining human grants you a special sort of resilience to enchantment. It’s not the flashiest of superpowers, but it does come in handy. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

Truth be told, you have no idea what’s going on because you aren’t really magical. You’re a human dude who wanted a job as a housekeeper. That said, if you’re offering a job for someone to learn magic and be an apprentice… ''“I suppose we could do that.”'' She flexes her fingers and places her hands on your head. There’s fox ears there, and it feels weird. Good weird, but weird. Probably a bad time to ask her to scritch them. ''“The most important principle for a new witch is to be unfamiliar. To remember that sense of wonder and awe you had as a child, when everything was new and fresh.”'' She slowly works on the top of your head, a soothing sort of light massage that lets in all the magic. ''“In olden days, we’d use familiars; beasts formed from our understanding of the world, so our minds could start anew. I prefer a more simple, elegant approach.”'' Something twists, changes within you. Like a drain flipped open, everything is spilling out into a new container, and you can’t keep it all in even if you tried. The room grows, and your perspective shifts. Everything is massive to you, and you recall the feeling of wonder you had at seeing the bathroom for the first time, now magnified threefold. It’s not just a bathroom, it’s a place that someone made, intentionally, with reasons and ideas. It’s also your bathroom, the guest bathroom, and you are a most welcome guest. Everything sinks down, until you feel your mind gently settle onto something soft. You blink, and watch as the red fur flutters off of you. It’s being replaced by a much similar, silvery fur, glistening and bright rather than tawdry and raunchy. It smells better too, though you’re still very new to this whole //“fox snoot”// thing. You stand, and your feet are bent upwards like hers, digitigrade with squishy paws. Your tail swishes, and it feels so much lighter and freer now that it doesn’t have to pretend to be the weirdo. You speak, and your voice is like a childs. Your mind feels that way too, young and refreshed and uninhibited. Prone to disaster, perhaps, but only through reckless passion can magic truly grow. You’re quite a bit shorter than her now, coming up maybe to her chest. The sight fills you with strange feelings, but you’re not quite sure what they mean. Perhaps the older, human you would know, but you’re still figuring it all out. “There we go. 13 is a good age, a nice starting point for a young kitsune.” [[Just the One Tail, Then]]

You hold your hands up to your chest, for emphasis. Eh? Eh?! She sighs, and zaps you with her magic. Instantly you feel your chest wriggle, the sternum pulling in as everything else pushes forth. The nipples extend, reaching and stretching out. Then the flesh starts to rise, and with it a growing feeling of being very aroused. Just a little lump, at first, but then they fill out into bumps, and then into small breasts. They’re starting to curve, around and between and underneath, slowly growing heavier as they spill out too far to remain entirely upright. Tits now, one for each hand, until those hands start to get quite full with your new boobs. Yesss… this is good. Your tail is wagging something fierce, even as your snout becomes dainty and your smile much more gentle. The red in your fur is turning a luscious shade of purple, the white a salacious pink. You giggle, and the voice is much higher and bouncier than you ever thought would come out of you. Your ass is wiggling, jiggling, stretching outwards in back away from your hips. It’s all a prelude to the most important part though, as while you’re quite aroused by now, your dick can’t seem to keep up with it all. There’s a splitting of the flesh, an opening inside your crotch. Try as your penis might, the pussy seems to be winning, and it isn’t long before it starts to suck the penis inside. You huff and puff as the heat rises every time your pussy clenches, and when the head of your shaft slips inside you start to leak something wonderful down there. Ooooh… ''“Are you done yet?”'' You look over at the mistress, slightly up at her now. You were too busy enjoying the fun parts that you didn’t even notice your body slimming, your legs and arms shortening and your muscles becoming sleek and slender. You shake your head, letting your ears waggle back and forth. Nope! ''“Sheesh.”'' The mistress heads over to the medicine cabinet, opening it up and looking for something in particular. Hmm… not that… these are expired. Well… aha! Here they are. She pulls out a set of two bottles, affixed to each other and wrapped in a serious warning label. ''“I got these a while ago at a covention. Never used them myself, but you seem the sort of, uh…”'' She doesn’t want to say slut, but you’re definitely in tune with your sexual needs. ''“Eager little vixen to enjoy them.”'' You’re grinning happily, tail swishing as if it’s going to achieve liftoff soon. ''“This one’s to help keep it in your pants. If you want to have the job properly, you’ll need to be a little less distractible.” ''Aww, but you like being distracted, especially when it’s because you’re horny as all heck. ''“This one, meanwhile, is if you want to embrace that part of you. I can’t guarantee you’ll be in a state to actually work for me, but I figured I’d let you choose.”'' [[A Professional Vixen]] [[Happy Pills Please!]]

She sighs, picking you up off the floor and dusting you off. ''“While your desire to be helpful is appreciated, we’re going to need to work on your initiative. Asking to get the job is like going through the motions. You need to BE something, someone.”'' The mistress ponders for a bit, before snapping her fingers. The room wobbles and totters before growing much, much bigger. You feel like you took one step too far on the escalator and missed the ground, but over and over and over again. Eeep! Your tail starts to wither, and then to shed rapidly. What once was a long swishy thing is now a cylindrical, tubular cat tail. It’s speckled and striped with orange and white, much as the fur all over your body becomes shorter and spottier. Your snoot shrinks inward even as your dick starts to tingle and jiggle in its sheath. You touch it, tentatively. What is it doing? But it sucks away inside, slipping off into nothingness until the sheath falls down flaccid. Even it doesn’t last long, before sucking up into your crotch like a bit of string. You quiver at the feeling, how ticklish and strange! But your body’s confusion is nothing compared to your mind’s bewilderment. All the sexual urges in your body, all the desire and passion associated with little richard are changed, rewritten and repurposed. It’s the most curious thing; you find yourself deeply, unequivocally passionate about your job. Housekeeping, cleaning, making sure everyone at the manor has everything they need. And having succeeded at your first task(turning into someone far more useful for the mistress), your body rocks and reels with a powerful orgasm. It doesn’t release physically, only filling your mind with a greater desire to be helpful. This… you could try to resist, but you know that this kind of training will have you broken in within the week. ''“There we go. Since you seemed to be a bit lacking in the motivation department, now you’ll certainly find ways to impress me. Not just seeking //“the job”//, but being proactive and seeking out new ways to help.” ''You nod vigorously, before looking up at her. You’re… so small. Four feet, at most, a little calico cat person. A precious cinnamon roll to protect and be protected by. Filled with a sense of understanding, you dash forward and hug your mistress. Mmmmph! So tight. You’re… hugging her midsection, but that just makes the whole thing cuter. You got the job! And considering your sexual orientation is Housekeeping, you’re very likely to keep that job for a very long time. You can be found whistling while you work, crawling over every nook and cranny to make sure it’s as good as can be. And when night rolls around, you make sure to give the manor inhabitants a warm cuddle. Not the same one every night, but the one who seems in most need of a pick-me-up. You are precious and adorable, and the mistress is content. Not what she expected out of a hire, but you really are exactly the hero they need. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

She places a hand behind you, and steers you out of the bathroom. There is so much to learn! For now though, you’ll settle for getting dressed with clothes that fit. You don’t get the job. But you do become her apprentice, which in your mind is far better. Your days are spent learning, finding new ways to use practical spells and build them into greater works of magic. Your style is a strange sort of selfish: you freely take magic into yourself, experience it, and then let it go to become something else. Reckless, like the human who thought throwing every potion into the bath was smart. But also one that appreciates any sort of magic that comes to you, no matter what type it is. You don’t settle for single elements or focused study, allowing your mind to take in all the various types and schools. You’ll never be the Most powerful, but you’ll definitely have the most variety, and that’s what makes you happy. Your tail wags, as you curl into the covers of your bed. Tomorrow’s another big day for a little fox. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

Hmm. It’s certainly a lovely statue. Lewd though, as her ass is lovingly sculpted, a proper ladyhood nestled under the tail, and reasonably soft tits being laid on. Well, at least the artistic representation thereof; the tits are stone and thus quite hard, even if they look squishy. Her expression is one of serene calm, even as she continues to spew water forth. Stone wings are flared outwards, but not extended. Just enough to see, just enough to let you appreciate. A few coins have been scattered in the fountain. Some of them look quite old, so perhaps the mistress doesn’t mind leaving them there. [[Boop the Kitty’s Snoot]] [[Fiddle with the Pussy]] [[Throw Coins In, Make a Wish!]] [[Take Coins Out]] [[Return to the Front Lawn->Explore the house’s outside.]]

You take a peek at the carport. It’s certainly better than the little tin-roof thing back at your apartment. Made of proper stone, there’s electricity and a light overhead. The butler’s car isn’t bad, though you probably shouldn’t pry. The motorcycle space catches your eye, if only because of the large amount of tools and How To Ride a Motorcycle books nearby. It seems like the mistress is keen on getting one, but hasn’t done so yet. At least, you assume so, since that portion of the port lacks the grease and staining that the car sections do. There’s a little bit where a garage door Should go, but isn’t. Alas. There’s even a button, but right now it probably only handles the lights. [ ]<c1| [[Inspect the Motorcycle Paraphernalia]] [Poke at the Butler's Car]<Butler| [Flick the Light On and Off]<Light| [[Push the Garage Door Button]] (click: ?Butler) [(replace:?c1) [----- Thankfully, the butler does not have one of those loud car alarms, or you would be in deep crud. For now, you savor the satisfaction of placing a fingerprint on someone else's car. You've made your mark on society!]] (click: ?Light) [(replace:?c1) [----- You play a little with the light. Now you both feel special.]] [[Return to the Front Lawn->Explore the house’s outside.]]

You follow the stone path around back, but stop as your eyes gaze upon the splendor of the backyard. A massive open plain greets you, grass spreading back several hundred feet before reaching a cliffside. It’s probably a pretty steep drop down to the lake, but you really didn’t come here for swimming anyway. Perhaps if you get the job. A lovely set of gardens grows closer to the house, complete with a small stone path that circles the more extravagant planters. A man can be seen on his knees, tilling the soil for new bulbs to be planted. It’s hard to tell from here, but he doesn’t seem to be wearing a shirt. Truth be told… he doesn’t seem to be wearing pants either; his hindlegs are covered in chestnut brown fur and there’s a tuft of a tail to his tush. Off away from the house is a large white gazebo, and you vaguely see benches and flowers inside, though the steps leading up to it make the task of peering in rather difficult. Far to the other side of the grassy expanse is a long series of thin wooden stables. You think you see a cow in there, even. This would be prime grazing land, you suppose, though you doubt the mistress has a large herd around, especially with no fencing. Perhaps it’s a pet? [[Check the Lakeside Cliff]] [[Speak with the Gardening Satyr]] [[Enter the Gazebo, Boldly]] [[Inspect the Stables]] [[Return to the Front Lawn->Explore the house’s outside.]]

You boop her snoot. You have to, it’s THERE. Sadly, the snoot is hard, and does not squish, but you are filled with a sense of profound enjoyment upon succeeding in your task. You don’t even get your balance back over the rim of the fountain when you feel an amazing power from in front of you, drawing your gaze, your attention, your entire being. You stare upwards at the sphinx’s face, and the deep appreciation that fills you is enough to soothe your soul forever. You could just stay here, watching it all day. How had you not noticed such beauty before? So you stop leaving. It’s okay to just stay here, standing on the stone, hands placed at the base of the pedestal. Everything else is secondary; you don’t even mind when you feel a tail start to grow from your butt. It pushes at your pants, straining and stretching until you feel that power reach out, gently allowing your pants to vanish, reappearing a foot behind you and splatting on the grass. You don’t need pants, even if it is a bit drafty. You just need to be here, with your lady. Your tail feels wonderful, and you swish it around happily while you stare. Your shoes are the next to go, and when your paws land on the stone it’s all too easy to dig your claws in for better balance. You see from the corner of your eye how your hands are doing much the same, fingers shortening and nails thickening. Fluffy, powerful, stable and secure. You’re a good kitty! [[Yes you are.->Good Kitty Statue]]

Being a lewd dude, you scamper up the backside and start examining the goods. Her tail is exquisitely sculpted, down to little etchings of the fur. Her ass, so smooth, and you fondle it gently. But you’re really here for the double pussy. The pussy’s pussy? Either way, it’s quite lovely, and you stroke it gently. With care. There. The deed done, you make to step away. But you can’t. Something’s holding you in place, and you’re stuck fast. No, more like you’re being pulled, drawn inwards. Your gaze turns towards the pussy, and suddenly it’s all you can look at. Inside, deep inside. Your face smooshes against it, a wonderful experience any other time, but now the warm stone is somehow drawing you in. It takes a few seconds, but slowly, surely, your head starts to feel wobbly. Lightheaded. Something’s pulling your lips in, and you feel them… sloshing around inside? It’s not just your lips, your entire body is becoming squishy. Bone and muscle, flesh and hair, everything starts to melt. And there’s only one direction to go. The noise you make when your head splashes in is comical, almost. In here, you can see piping, a reservoir. You’ve connected with the flow of water in the fountain, and there’s nothing to stop the feeling of being carried away. Out you come, spewed out of the sphinx’s mouth! But it’s not you, not the human that got sucked in. You’re part of the water, and as your mind spreads… [[You are the water.]]

You fiddle in your unfortunately thin wallet, grasping for coins that eventually make their way to your sweaty palms. There we go. You’re feeling wishful already! Now then… what to wish for? [ ]<c1| [Wish That You Get The Job]<Job| [Wish to Be Qualified for the Job]<Qualify| [[Wish for Power]] [[Step Away From the Fountain->Examine the Fountain and Statue]] (click: ?Job) [(replace:?c1) [----- You feel hopeful.]] (click: ?Qualify) [(replace:?c1) [----- You are! Imposter syndrome defeated at last.]]

You fish down into the fountain and take some coins out. Some of these are pretty old, and would be collectible if they weren’t so tarnished and eroded. Ah well. You make to put the coins in your wallet, but are rudely interrupted by the sight of your fingers melting into coins. Oi! Rude. Get back on here this instant. They don’t, of course. The sensation is like metal on your skin, but in places where you never had skin ever before. The end of your hand is a lot shorter than it used to be, and everything is starting to shower forth. Some of the coins look pretty valuable, which would be great if they weren’t made of you. You turn to run, only to be yanked backwards by an invisible force. You splatter into the fountain, splashing everywhere and sending the rest of your hands away. You make to get up, but everywhere the water touches starts to become metallic and fractured as well. The money spills out everywhere, and you can FEEL from the inside of it. Every coin, every piece, bits of sensation magically connected to you. It isn’t long before your body is starting to sink downwards. It’s a slow, steady churn of coins, like winning the jackpot at a casino. You spit out a nickel, and watch your hair flake into dimes. Your brain is just pennies, because really you should have known better. Maybe you did, and you just wanted to try it. Either way, congratulations! You did it! Eventually you’re just a pile of coins in the fountain. You feel great power churning within you, but it’s not yours, not anymore. Far above, you watch the sphinx statue begin to move; stretching and yawning as if from a long slumber. She’s using your power, the wish of such a giant offering, and using it to return to a fleshy form. You watch as she pads over, looming overhead. Her paw reaches into the water, and you feel yourself being drawn out once more. It’s disorienting indeed, and only eventually do you awaken inside her head. Her name is Namaht, and she is pleased to walk this world once more. While she has seen much from her pedestal, your knowledge will be quite helpful in the days ahead. You see through her eyes, hear through her ears, though such sensations you know are under her control. When the sphinx walks, it is not you making her move. You’re just along for the ride. You do not get the job. Your sphinx does get a nice bath and a change of clothes though, before departing the manor the next day. There’s a large, modern world out there, and while her opinion of you may be low right now, she could warm up to you in time. [[Her journey begins here.->Game Start]]

Your face stretches, and you lick your new fangs happily. You can Smell her, the stone mixed with grass on the wind. Your ears raise upwards, and while you can’t see yours, you can see hers, and they must look much the same. Nice and rounded, elegant and classy. You can even hear the crackling of stone on stone, the telltale sound of someone becoming a statue. Is it you? You hope so. Then you could stay here all day. It is you! Already your hind legs don’t need to exert any effort in stretching up like this. Your tail slows in its swishing, and then stops mid-swing. That’s okay. All the friskiness that filled it melts into simple serene pleasure, flowing up into your fleshy being and letting it know that the petrification is turning out great! So get with the program, and make like a statue. You’ve called your dick rock hard before, but now it’s actually true. You wish someone would stroke it, play with it, tease it just so even as it stays ever motionless. Ohhh! Ohhhh… she is playing with it. That force, that power, her attention turned towards your marble phallus. Your expression melts into a heated yearning, and you reach out a paw towards her snoot once more. Almost… there… But it stops. You stop. Such is the fate of stone, and you are no exception. You feel the sigh coming from your lady. Must she do everything around here? And so your paw melts just that little bit, just enough to where your total concentration is barely enough to make it stretch forward. You push. You push with all your might, until your mind becomes the act of trying to be closer to your lady. It touches, and in an instant your minds are connected. Namaht, she is called. What her human name was, she has long forgotten. Intentionally so, for it is so much more enjoyable to be like this. A world that demanded so much of her now simply stares at her in awe, and she watches with untiring serenity. You barely even feel the pipeline snaking through your legs, sending water out of your phallus. All your pleasure has come forth with you, and you feel… at ease. Like she does, like she is. Come now, little cat. Enter into the mind of your lady. There is so much for you to learn. You, a child of only a few years, compared to the sphinx that has lived for so long, absorbed so much. You will not get the job, but your education is now quite taken care of. [[Your journey begins here.->Game Start]]

You see your empty clothes as you swirl around to the back of the fountain. But even as you try to reach for them, you’re drawn down into a suction and shot through the pipes once more. You’ll never get close to the pussy again, not from down here. Every cycle makes you thinner, less solid and more liquid. You spread out across the loop of water, until you are the entire loop. You feel the whole circle as if it were your body. Mercifully, your consciousness stops circling, free to travel anywhere in the water it pleases. The butler comes by, collecting your clothes. You make to talk with him, but you’re barely able to raise yourself up a few inches. He waves, and sighs. ''“Are you licensed to be a plumber?”'' Sadly, you are not. ''“Then please don’t play with the plumbing.”'' It takes a very long time for you to learn how to move your water out of the fountain. Long enough that you forget about the silly person who would play with a statue’s naughty parts at a whim. You’ve become dedicated, focused, and when given a path you flow right through it. Perhaps now you’ll be a good hire for the mansion. What? They already got someone? Drat. Still, perhaps there are things that only a waterform can do. Regardless… [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You wish for power(unlimited power!), and instantly feel the painful sensation of being electrocuted. There’s a coppery taste in your mouth, and your limbs all feel very numb. Blech. It isn’t long though before the world starts to grow on you. Your entire body is shrinking, and your limbs are going twice as fast! You try to run, but your body trips over itself. You splatter into the dirt, a feeling made slightly more bearable by the fact that your scrapes heal almost instantly. The question is... healing into what? Your chest is bulging out, but to your sides instead of your front. It’s flattening, taking on a nice glassy texture, and you start to see your thoughts printed on the inside of your screen. Flopping back down, you wriggle and jiggle to try and get moving again, but everything’s starting to become encased in rubber and plastic. Your dick stretches out away from you, even as it turns into a USB cable plugged right into your crotch. Wow. Rude. You lie there for a while. It's a bit lonely, and you're getting kinda low on charge(mostly because you keep playing songs that are stuck in your head). The butler does come by though, picking you up. The sight and feel of massive fingers grasping around you makes you feel small, but the snugness that comes from being put in his pocket is a welcome change. You don’t get the job. The mistress does appreciate your large capacity though, and when the next applicant has a penchant for musical spells, she is given you as a present. You have a knack for holding all kinds of spellsongs, serving as the spellbook for your bard-like benefactor. Most of all though, you crave power. Not the silly ideas of rule that humans call power. No, you want 120v, fresh from the socket, and being plugged in is like the best sort of sex. You vaguely wonder whether songs being put on you is a bit like impregnation, but you suppose that sort of term really doesn’t apply to a music player. [[Track 2: Ends Here, by Journey->Game Start]]

Hmm… this is pretty detailed stuff. How to fix your motorcycle, how to care for your motorcycle, how to be a motorcycle… ...wait. You look back at the book, sure that the title can’t be right. But it is. How to Be a Motorcycle. The pages are full of lifestyle tips for motorcycles, best places to drive, how to get the most mileage… patently ridiculous. But as you stand up, the book slips from your hands. The cover was nice and greasy, or perhaps your hands are just too greasy. But when did they… Your mind expands, leaving you dumbfounded as concepts whirl and change in your mind. Muscle memory for moving your legs switches over to the proper subconscious motions of your drive train. Your back legs lock together, and slowly start to grow a wheel between your ankles. It’s the same in front, as your neck straightens out and your head starts to curve forward. You’re so unstable, a pang of fear hits right at your speedometer. And yet it’s so easy to fall forward, letting your growing wheel bounce on the ground and catch you just so. Your arms trade their elbows for shock absorbers, thinning out until their chrome finish is quite mechanical. You don’t need muscles anymore. What you need is a powerful metabolism, something that rapidly turns gasoline into energy! The feeling of your internals thrumming sets you at ease, like a gentle massage coming from within. Your body thickens, but mostly stretches vertically, allowing the maximum amount of airflow for your new metal gills. Your lunch is transformed, but it’s kinda icky and low power. Biofuel. Your eyes blink, and then wink lights out into the garden. Headlights, you chuckle, as your brain becomes electrical and your butt gains quite the tailpipe. Your back cushions, then balloons out, a lovely seat for whomever would like to drive you around. And then it clicks. Your motion, your ability to drive and make merry is suddenly severed. Just a simple gap in the electrical circuits, even a small piece of metal would bridge it. Like a key. But your key falls out of your mouth, right before it closes up forever. You can’t reach it, and without the ability to move, you’re starting… to get… sleepy… The mistress is here, a three tailed fox dressed to ride. How much time has passed? You don’t know, having spent your time in a dreamless sleep. She picks up your key, and puts it in the slot. As it turns, everything makes sense again. You move, you roll, you steer! You were just missing your person, and now that they’re here… You ride. Off into the night, controlled by your mistress. You don’t get the job, but the excitement of BEING the vehicle as you shoot along the road is such a thrill. A gas, really. [[Your journey is ready and waiting. Who’d like to ride next?->Game Start]]

You push the garage door button, and it lights up. The lack of an actual garage door does put a damper on the whole situation though. After you push it a few more times, your gut starts to churn. Placing a hand on it, you feel the vibrations of a circular winch, somehow growing inside of you. Very impressive. Your gut is feeling very heavy, and it isn’t long before you topple over and slam into the dirt with a loud *klud*. You speak, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth are digital chirps. Beep beep! The sensation of your arms and legs turning into electrical cables is a bit charged, but one that you hope will be rectified soon. Ahhh, there we go. One of your cables managed to find the power main, and link into it. Your head is thrumming with might, utterly powerful and ready to go! Yet somehow, all your thoughts become simplistic, direct and straightforward. You can either lower the door, or raise the door. That said, you do it with extreme gusto. Even if you don’t have a door to move, you love the sound of your winch spinning about, in preparation for the big day when you are doored. That time isn’t far off, as you seem to have annoyed the butler something awful with your loud winching. Eventually you are placed on the roof of the carport, and hooked up to a large sheet-metal door. You do, indeed, pull it up and lower it down excitedly. And yet there’s that moment of concern when a small computer chip is placed on your circuits. Your mind calms, becomes docile and submissive. You crave being controlled by the buttons on the wall, and it’s very kinky when she tells you to move as she commands. Maybe she feels the same way about being pushed by the mistress. Either way… [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

It’s a bit of a jog, but you make it all the way to the cliffside. Despite appearances, there definitely was a bit of an incline getting up here. The view is definitely worth it. A vast lake spreads across your vision, and indeed it’s hard to make out the other side. You gaze upon distant mountains, watch little boats float about, and feel the vertigo as you stare a good hundred feet down to the water’s surface. Definitely not something you could dive. If you could, you would be an ace diver, and thus not have to be asking strange rich people to work at their manors. Such is life. There’s a little telescope for looking, and a bench for sitting. [ ]<c1| [Sit and Watch the Lake]<Lake| (click: ?Lake) [(replace:?c1) [----- It's very peaceful. You can make out a yacht in the distance, but you mostly spend time saying 'yacht' over and over, marvelling at the silliness of the word.]] [[Look Through the Telescope]] [[Look Backwards Through the Telescope]] [[Return to the Back Lawn->Backyard]]

The satyr looks up as you approach, smiling warmly. “Hello there. Having a look around before the big show?” You nod, as does he in reply. ''“I’m Silas, the gardener. But you probably figured that out.”'' Everything about the goat man seems wild and untamed, but the look pleases you somehow. It’s unkempt, but not unclean; long but not widespread. His hair and fur have just that bit of chestnut in it to seem not quite human, and his horns are quite smooth and blunted, the four inch spires bearing only traces of spiral grooves. It’s when he stands that you start to blush. He’s indeed wearing nothing at all; thick shaggy fur and rugged skin is more than enough to keep him warm. His package is rather hidden, loose fur covering what you assume is a sheath, but every little movement makes it clear there’s more weight down there than just hair. His hooves sink into the grass just so, and… oh right! Talking to a person, yes. Not… staring at them. [ ]<c1| [Ask About the Manor]<Manor| [Ask About the Mistress]<Mistress| [[Ask About the Satyr]] (click: ?Manor) [(replace:?c1) [----- ''“Ah, quite a lovely place, isn’t it?”'' You nod in agreement, admiring his handiwork. The flowers here all seem very happy indeed, and there’s nary a weed in sight. ''“Quite large though, hence why the mistress wants some extra help. Mostly on the inside.”'' Seeing your expression, he adds ''“Best to have two workes, yes? One can stay clean and do the clean tasks, while one gets out in the dirt and has all the messy fun.”'' Yes. Messy fun.]] (click: ?Mistress) [(replace:?c1) [----- ''“I expect you’ll see more of her soon enough!”'' He laughs, knowing that’s not what you’re interested in. ''“She’s nice, if you’re nice to her. Main advice would be to be honest. She knows more than you suspect, and is perfectly willing to let you put your foot in your mouth.”'']]

You approach the gazebo, carefully treading up the white wooden steps. It’s a lovely place, an octogonal pathway wrapping around a large white oak tree growing in the center. Perhaps one day the tree will outgrow its gazebo, but that time is still far off. There’s benches lining the sides, with little flowers to examine and smell. Your eyes are drawn to the flowers in the back, which deviate vastly from the norm. Purples and pinks, neon green and vibrant yellow, in twisting shapes that would dazzle any botanist. You’re not quite sure you can place any particular scent, but you’re very sure that you can’t smell anything else. Whatever grass smell you might have brought with you is quickly washed away on the tide of rainbow flowers. [[Sit a Spell in the Sunlight]] [[Examine the Radiant Flowers]]

You make a long trek over to the stables. They’re rather simple, but well-made. Three walls with a door that can be closed in case of rain; piles of hay and troughs to feed from. There’s even a cow, lounging about. Aside from some rope on the wall and a discarded harness, the place seems mostly empty. Perhaps a work in progress. The cow looks over at you, and smiles. You can almost… hear her, gently mooing into your mind. She wants to know why you’re here. The stables are about as far away from the cushy air-conditioned manor as can be, and even the cow knows that there’s nothing here that will help you land that dream job you came for. You step inside, peering down at the cow. She’s quite well built; bulky like all cows are, but not really fat. Her udder is plump and prominent, pink as can be and happily extended out from her belly. But her eyes. Something in them says she knows. This is a place for animals, not humans, and you wouldn’t have come here unless you Wanted to come here. You chose to. Perhaps then… you prefer what animals have to offer? Or perhaps you’re just tired of the world of upright people? Whatever you wish for, she won’t judge; she’s a cow after all. The question is… Are you? [[You Wish for a Simple, Stable Life]] [[Is There Room for Another Cow?]] [[You Desire Warmth and Affection]] [[You Reject Intelligence, and Wish to be Rid of It]] [[You Crave Hard, Rewarding Labor]] [[Beneath Notice, Udder Insignificance]] [[Humility and Humiliation Is All You Need]] [[Something Exotic and Wild]] [[Raising Animals Sounds Fulfilling]] [[Actually No, I’ll Just Be On My Way->Backyard]]

You turn the telescope around, like a silly person, and peer through it at the lake. Yep! They’re so small. Something feels weird though. Off and strange. Like you’re the small one, like you’ve always been small. There’s a droning in your head, telling you to be calm and await further orders. You shake your head, and your antennae wobble. ...wait. Yep, they’re definitely there. Strange little wigglers poking out of your forehead. They’re hard to the touch but flexible in the wind, and the more you stroke them the less you care. They feel… intoxicating. Like there’s something in there that will make everything all right. You’re staring horizontally at the telescope now. Your jacket’s sliding off, and your shirt isn’t long for this world. But as long as that peaceful buzzing keeps going on, you’ll be alright. You step out of your shoes, and continue to stare at the lens of the telescope, even as it tilts down… and down… and down. You’re laying on the dirt now, blissful and content. Ants are swarming around you, ants that look far too large to be ants, and yet… they have the wigglers too. The very same brand as you! They must be good ants. You like good ants, and you want to make more of them. Your butt starts to slide over your legs, forming hard chitinous plates. Your dick is flopping about, filling up and becoming a great protuberation indeed. It’s fun to watch your fingers spread, wider and thicker and much better at grasping even the toughest of surfaces. You clack your mandibles, and it’s a wonderful day. One of the bigger ants comes up to you. He’s about a quarter of your size, but you’re shrinking down pretty good. He wants to know if this is a good spot for the expansion base. Yeah. Yeah that sounds good. You like here, it’s peaceful. So they pick you up. You’re going places, being carried underground by ants. It’s nice to be loved, and it’s nice to continue to make the happy buzz in your antennae so that all the ants can be happy. They take you to a chamber they’ve made, which isn’t quite up to your standards, but you instruct them on the important parts. Columns, a reclining shelf to lay on, perhaps steal some napkins from the pantry to get some blankets in here. It’ll be great. The big ant from before is about half your size now, and he wants to fuck. Everyone wants to fuck, honestly. So you lie back, spread your legs, and think of Antland. There’s a peaceful, almost stoned monotony about the sex, but you know it’s for the greater good. Eggs fill up your buttsac, and soon you’ll be ready to start sending out the troops. You don’t get the job. Truth be told, the only reason you survive the gardener’s wrath is because the mistress takes pity on you. You’re relocated elsewhere, placed in the woods far away from any ant spray or weapons of destruction. That’s okay with you. As long as you get to buzz, and make ants, and have some fuck, you’re alright with this. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You look through the telescope, staring down at the yacht far below. It’s a bunch of college kids, or college age kids at least, enjoying the wonders of inherited money. One of the people on the boat is very rich indeed, and likes to show off his yacht. Most of the others have gathered to enjoy the yacht at his expense. There is one small boy in the corner though, who didn’t want to be here and isn’t having a good time. It’s… odd. The more you stare, the more you can understand how he’s feeling. His classmates insisted that this would be the best time ever, and he doesn’t really understand the purposes of getting drunk, or getting on the water, or both. He absentmindedly ponders the notion of being a mermaid, and swimming away from all of the people on the boat. [ ]<c1| [[You Should Be A Mermaid]] [[Your Friends Should Change]] [Long Distance Hug]<Lake| (click: ?Lake) [(replace:?c1) [----- You imagine hugging the small boy, and he feels slightly more at ease. There are others out there who want him to be happy, and knowing that is important.]]

The more you stare, the more you grumble at the limitations the boy feels. Of course he should be a mermaid. Lots of people should be mermaids. This one, however, is being looked at through a magical telescope, so he's going to have some fun. His hands start to grow scales, orange and gold. He stares in disbelief, slowly placing the beer back far away from him. Yet it keeps happening. Webbing grows between his fingers, his legs start to quiver and grow vertically, and it isn't long until he has little flukes pointing through his swim trunks instead of actual human legs. The partygoers are screaming, what did you do? But he's having the time of his life. His chest starts to swell, a tit for either side! She doesn't have shells to put on them, but that's okay. Skinny dipping is where it's at. She stares at the frat boys, glaring. What are you looking at? Maybe some people just want to be mermaids. In the end though, she's not a very vindictive sort, and is more than happy to leap over the railing as her tail grows in. The partiers can't quite believe what they've seen. What in the world was that? Is... is he okay? But she's swimming about and jumping up and over the surface of the water, letting her brilliant orange hair gleam in the sunlight. She's going to be alright. You... step away from the telescope. That's enough meddling for now. (set: $APType to "Rushed") [[Whistling Innocently->The Appointment]]

The more you stare, the more you grumble at the limitations the boy feels. His world needs to change, and who better to start with than the partiers frolicking on the boat? It's slow at first, but the more you stare insistently, the more they start to shift and change. They point at each other, watching their skin turn squamous and scaley. Blues and greens, calmer hues for a lake fish's hide. The ones that were completely rude are already flopping out of their clothing, legs melting into small wiggly fish tails as their body becomes long and flat. Some of the others are less violently changed; you watch as the human skin sloughs off of a newly grown sealman. He picks up his old skin, staring in utter confusion. What is he gonna do with this? One girl in the far corner is happy as can be though. Her chest is shrinking, her hands are turning bright red, and the fingers are melding into long sharp claws. He's a happy little crab, all shelled up and ready to go, and you watch him skitter along the deck gleefully as the others freak out. The small boy stares in awe, only to smile happily as the change takes him too. His chest grows where hers faded, his legs twist and spiral into a long scaled tail, and it isn't long before a beautiful blue sea snake reclines on the edge of the yacht. She picks up the crab, muttering words you cannot hear from here, and leaps off into the water. By the end, the yacht is mostly deserted. One resolute otter boy holds his ground, despite being half the size he used to. He is quite naked, though he doesn't seem to be very cold. Mostly he's having a lot of trouble controlling the boat. You relent, and wish that he grow to a proper seafaring size. This pleases him a little, though his trunks have long since washed overboard. This is gonna be awkward when he gets back to the dock. You hear the sound of footsteps approaching, and turn to see a fox lady in a nice dress. She has an expression of "that escalated quickly" about her, and you sense that you may be in a slight bit of trouble. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?" [[It Was Fun!]] [[It Was Funny!]] [[Oops, My Bad.]]

You're not going to apologize to her. Maybe to them, if you get the chance. But really, it was fun! The thrill of people changing right before your eyes, their inner selves becoming their outer bodies... you'd do it again in a heartbeat. She sighs, and snaps her fingers. You feel something welling up inside you, a chuckle and a grin. You're growing, fur pushing out from every part of you as your muscles and body swell. You start to speak, but your jaw grows far too fast for you to catch up to it. You grab it anyway, with hands that are quickly turning dark and growing long claws. "A bit of a prankster, but I suppose there is room for that." You finally get your voice in order, and it's a deep husky growl of a sound. You talk to yourself a little, just to hear it come out of you. Mostly... you feel powerful. Filled with energy, filled with zest and purpose. You'd do it again, and now you have the strength to make it happen. Your little tail wags happily, and you look down at the mistress with hopeful eyes. She stares up at you, pondering this new hyena. Poking your chest(and blushing a bit at how chiseled it is), she starts to smile. "Well, you'll need to be broken in a bit, but that sort of passion for change is welcome. Your first lesson is to learn enough about shapeshifting to fix the people who didn't want to be changed." You nod, a bit too eagerly. You can do that. You don't get the housekeeping job, but you do become the mistress' apprentice! You learn all about fleshcrafting and shapeshifting, bringing out people's inner selves and helping them become all they can be. The frat boys never forgive you, but the sea snake and her pet crab are forever in your debt. All in all, it's not a bad sort of way to live, so long as you clean up your messes. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

You're not going to apologize to her. Maybe to them, if you get the chance. But really, it was funny! Watching them flail about on the deck, trying to figure out their new forms even as more changes came about, it was great! You got quite a chuckle out of that one. She sighs, and snaps her fingers. You feel your body tense up, arms and legs stuck together rigidly. Another snap, and your clothes come off. "Magic is to be enjoyed, but not at the expense of others. Someone who takes delight in the suffering of their targets should not be allowed anywhere near witchcraft." So... do you get the job? You do not get the job. It doesn't take long before you're flopping down on the dirt, a rather large trout with gills that scream for water. You can't breathe all this thick air! She doesn't laugh at your misery, but she does get a bit of a giggle at watching you flail when she throws you off the cliff. You fall, oh so very far, until you dive into the lake snoot first. Your days are spent eating smaller fish, and swimming around. There's a lot of trash down here. Someone should clean that up. It won't be you. You don't have hands, or feet, or a voice to ask for assistance. Your thoughts ebb, and soon all you care about is the gentle rhythm of Swim Swim Hungry. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You apologize; yeah that was kinda mean. You kinda got caught up in the thrill of people changing right before your eyes, their inner selves becoming their outer bodies... there was something there that you couldn't do in your normal life, something you wanted and craved. And you... kinda forgot that you were doing it to actual people. She nods. "How would you like to learn to do it correctly? To help people, lift them up and give them shape. To change what needs to be changed, what people feel cannot be changed by themselves." That... sounds awesome, actually. She snaps her fingers, and you feel something welling up inside you, a purpose and a passion. You're shrinking, just a little bit, but your ears grow tall to make up for it. Soft white fur pushes out from your skin, just that little bit of fluff to make everything cushioned and safe. The nails on your hands and feet fall away, replaced by soft fur and little tiny lines of rough skin. You don't need claws or fangs, you don't need to be ferocious. What you need to be is welcoming, like the little bunny tail you're sprouting. You wiggle it, and feel it become an expression of your mood. She boops your nose, then grabs it. Hey, that's mine! But she pulls it out, just that little bit, until your face is a little longer in the front. Just a bit, just enough to let your thick front teeth come in. The better to break open nuts and seeds with, or to simply look rather silly. "The first step to magic is to cast off that which you are familiar with. To grasp the unfamiliar and make it your own. You can be a rabbit for now, but in time I want you to come up with your own shape. Can you do that?" You don't know if you can //now//, but you'll certainly try to make it happen in the future. "Good. Come along. We have much to talk about." You don't get the housekeeping job, but you do become the mistress' apprentice! You learn all about fleshcrafting and shapeshifting, bringing out people's inner selves and helping them become all they can be. You spend your time as a counselor, helping people in need and shaping them to bring out the best of their personality. Word spreads of a magical therapist, one who can make you not into what you want to be, but what you need to be. Your name is known far and wide, and no matter the shape you take, you bring joy to those around you. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

''“Me? Well, I suppose that depends on what you’re interested in.”'' He’s no longer giving side glances, taking the time to fully look you up and down. As he stands, his hair flutters in the breeze, and you feel… a longing. Something about this wild man is so simple, so carefree. He does what he wishes, and does not fear untaken choices. Perhaps… you want that as well. [[Could I Be a Satyr?]] [[Sex Sounds Very Interesting!]]

You ask, and the way he laughs… he’s not rejecting the possibility out of hand. Out of hoof? ''“You just know, don’t you? Out there, in your human lands, such a thing would be impossible. But here, you simply know it can be done.”'' He waves his hand, ''“Sorry, I get distracted sometimes. The problem here is… that’s not the way to ask. To be a satyr is to be wild, free, not just unbound, but spirited and vigorous. Politely asking… that’s a human thing, isn’t it?”'' [ ]<c1| [Please, Oh Please]<Please| [[Logically Explain Why Satyrs Are Awesome]] [[I Could Suck Your Dick->Sex Sounds Very Interesting!]] (click: ?Please) [(replace:?c1) [----- ''“Mmmm."'' He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of passion in front of him. ''"I like your spirit, but words aren't going to get you there."'']]

He agrees, sex Does sound very interesting! The sight of his balls growing thicker and a lurid pink shaft rising from his crotch isn’t quite as impressive as the SMELL. It’s intoxicating and pleasing, like a fine wine amongst friends. You hardly even notice your clothes coming off, did you do that? You must have, the socks are still in your hands. The question is… where to start? He’s letting you take the reins, but his patience seems to be turning into lust fairly quickly. [[Making Out is Fun!]] [[Who’s Dick is Bigger, Anyway?]] [[Better Get to Sucking]] [[A Nice Handjob Sets the Tone]] [[Up The Butt, As One Does->Bold and Fierce, Forcefully Rutting]]

You begin the speech, waggling your finger and making sure he Understands. Obviously the furry legs are a great improvement over humanity, and the general lack of pants an upgrade. The tail is just the right size to waggle, and possibly be tickled by a friend. See Appendix B on why waggly ears are the best… He’s just kinda grinning at you, more so as you seem to slide backwards towards the ground. It’s not a conscious effort, and you really seem to be folding in on yourself. All your thoughts grow quieter and quieter, until they’re just little speech bubbles that fall back onto your chest. The sun is very bright, and you curl up nice and close until your cover slams shut. There. Silas bends down, picking you up with a massive hand. ''“I Just Think They’re Neat - A practical guide to Satyrs”''. You’re not too thick, only 150 pages or so, but it’s the quality of the content that counts. Shrugging, he takes you inside, placing you inside a giant library with all the other books. The one next to you is merely titled ''“Help I’m Turning Into a Book”'', but you assure him that it’s okay. You’re a book, and you’re quite fine with it. Occasionally someone comes in, reads you. One is a human who gets so passionate about it, so engrossed in the literature, that they end up a satyr by the time they’re done. You’re a bit jealous, but really, you’re not much of a satyr yourself, personality wise. You just think they’re neat. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You lean in close, giving a nice long kiss as your tongues fence. Mmmm… mwah. He’s got you now, firm arms wrapped around your silly human flesh. The smell is even better up here, and it’s so easy to just lose track of time. You two are... [[Bold and Fierce, Forcefully Rutting]] [[Smooth and Sensual, Romantic Cuddles]] [[Hug So Tight, You’ll Never Let Go]]

You compare dicks; you have to. It’s a test of manliness, or at least a starting point for figuring out how much to improve. That said… it’s not a contest. The thing that rubs against your manmeat might be human-shaped, at least a little, but it’s definitely not the work of mortal men. He’s at least two inches longer, and you have little to describe the weight and heft of it other than “girthy”. Silas chuckles, before wrapping his hand around both of yours. He works it up and down, rubbing the two together, and… something melts in your brain. You watch, mesmerized, only for the spell to shatter when you see your shaft start to slide downwards on his. It’s faint, very faint, but you can see it: wisps of green energy, breaking free from your shaft and entering his. You start to cry out, but the noise softens to a whimper in your throat. He… he’s stealing it. The back of your mind jeers that there wasn’t much to steal, but you swat the thought away. That thought… was in his voice, his sound. He’s no expert at the charm magic, but it’s still… enticing. [[Absolutely Not! Give YOURS to ME!]] [[Fight Back Hard]] [[Watch It Go]]

You bend down, taking his penis in your hands, and slowly, gently, sliding it into your mouth. It’s… not the easiest feat. This thing is Huge, and even as you begin to lick, you’re overwhelmed with the feeling of being in the presence of someone much larger than yourself. And yet… it’s alright to feel small. The more you work on pleasing him, the more you start to feel at ease. Your mind clears, and the feeling of it filling back up with soft, gentle thoughts is all the more relaxing. You’ve got a good rhythm going now. Silas places a hand on your head, and you feel that hand bend around the horns that are slowly growing. Your chest melts, flesh fading away in all but the most luxurious places. Your shoulders slope, your skin smooths, and your chest begins to well with pleasure. You reach at it, grasping and feeling how the flesh slowly sinks away in the middle, leaving only the pleasure out in front. They’re soft, just that little bit of squish to them, and when you let go they fall back to rest. There’s an underneath, a between and around that wasn’t there before. How simple your flat chest was, and how many ways it curves now! You let your body go limp, focusing all your power and motion on his meat. The way your legs splay on the grass, soft fur and hard hooves forming even as the flesh retreats. Smaller, daintier, yet you couldn’t be happier. There’s a gentle Pop between your legs, and you shudder with delight as the last bits of your penis make their way inside. You have an inside now, and your fingers quickly find their mark. He’s cumming, bursting all over your face. But as you slip down to the grass, you still have more work to do. Deeper, further, stroking over and over and… Yessss. You don’t get “the” job, but Silas is more than happy to have a fellow satyr help with the gardens. The days are long, and the sex amazing. It’s so easy to just forget about the world outside the manor, to let your thoughts slowly shift to where you find yourself wanting to do everything With your new goatfriend. You rub a hand along your belly, that spot where the fur thins out and starts turning to smooth feminine skin. It’s still pretty flat, but with the way you’ve been fucking, it won’t be long now before you get lucky. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You reach out, grasping his large shaft between your hands. One starts to stroke, while the other works the sack. Nice and gentle, there we go. You can feel the power there, something more than human welling up and spreading forth into your… hands? Well, that’s awkward. Your ministrations continue, but you watch as the nails on your hands start to darken, thickening and spreading until you have far fewer fingers than you started with. Your hand is curling into a fist, wrapping itself tightly in that sturdy hoof until you don’t really have ‘hands’ at all. And yet the more your eyes stare, the more your brain watches this strange abduction of everything articulate… it feels alright. Reasonable, even. Certainly firm and supportive, and that magical sensation of having more than just the physical hooves is thrumming about pleasurably. That said… you’re now just wobbling hooves awkwardly on both sides of his meat. ''“Oof, yeah, that’s… I guess it would be contagious by touch, wouldn’t it. My bad.”'' [[Run Away Screaming, Aaaaahhh]] [[Try to Make This Work]] [[Get On All Fours]]

Yesss… that’s just what the goat ordered. He topples you over onto the grass, and you’re not even surprised how fluffy the landing feels. Your tail is sticking out hard as can be, and your hooves make tracks in the grass where you dig in with all your might. He wastes no time as your ears start to grow wide and furry, nipping at them and stroking behind them in… ooh! You understand now, why dogs like that so much. It’s so goood… Which doesn’t really compare to when you’re flipped over, grabbed by the horns and taken proudly. You return the favor of course, but only after your muscles have grown strong enough to make it so. You feel… powerful, but most importantly you don’t feel Any of that strange human stuff. The pangs telling you no, the thoughts of concern and worry, and definitely not any sense of self-consciousness. You don’t think about what to do, you just do it. Do him. He is also an it. It’s late in the afternoon when you lay delirious on the grass. He’s still standing, somehow, wet and sticky and full of cheer. Much happier than when you first met him, in any case. You don’t get the housekeeping job, but a second gardener is always appreciated. The mistress accepts that your… break time will be much longer than normal, and without any breaks involved. Hot and sweaty, very athletic breaks. You’re fine with this too. Another day dawns, and you throw on a little short-sleeved vest. Just the one, nice and open. Your shoes are made of goat, as are your pants. You place a donut on your horn for later, and head out to greet the dawn. Life is good. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

The more you make out, the easier it is to let him drive you both. Back and forth, up and down, in and out. There’s a comfort and a fulfillment from being this close to his firm, flat chest, the feeling of his cock rubbing against yours even as it becomes smaller and smaller. ...wait. Smaller? There’s no denying it. The next thrust from his hips sends a loud moan echoing from your lips, and it’s not at all the same voice you came here with. Even as your muscles tone and strengthen, they’re taking up Far less space than before. That little bit of belly fat is slipping downwards, becoming that extra bit of booty that makes your whole ass jiggle. Your nipples are hard, pushing against his chest, but then there’s cushioning behind that thrust, and then the space in the middle parts to let the nipples take the front. His penis is poking at your crotch now, having little else to block its advance, and it’s barely any time at all before it goes INSIDE. This gets you crying out, not from pain, but sheer blissful shock. You’ve never felt so good inside before, never felt how the pleasure splashes all across your body, building and building until you just want to… Let it all come out. It’s a wondrous feeling, even as you feel his dick slide out and you’re left with the sweat and the cum and the cool feeling of the wind on your ears as they flatten out to the sides. Your feet are sitting strangely; ankle hard in the grass while your smooth hooves kick up to the skies. Your tail is as spent as the rest of you, but when you see his face again it can’t help but to swish a little. Only a little; it’s just a few inches of goat after all. You don’t get the housekeeping job, but a second gardener is always appreciated. The mistress accepts that your… break time will be much longer than normal, and without any breaks involved. You’re fine with this too. Another day dawns, and you throw on a little crop-top; the one that splits open most of the way down and lets your breasts get that wonderful breeze going. Your shoes are made of goat, as are your pants. You rub a hand along your belly, that spot where the fur thins out and starts turning to smooth feminine skin. It’s still pretty flat, but with the way you’ve been fucking, it won’t be long now before you get lucky. The human that came looking for a job might have some words to say about the matter, but then again… He’s not here right now, is he? [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You’re smashing in nice and close with him, dicks fencing back and forth as you caress and canoodle. You’re rocking as one now, and it’s almost like you can… slip inside. It takes a few seconds before you realize you can see from two angles. Your eyes at him, his eyes at you. You both look down, seeing how your chests are already quite the same, the skin tone blending together where they meet. The new shade spreads outwards, wrapping and enveloping until you both just sink right in. You’re seeing memories, places he’s been and things he’s done. The people are also things. Perhaps he’s seeing the same from you. Either way, what comes out the other side is the best of both. You’re on the grass, both of you, one of you. You’ve got his nice thick horns, but your tail is much longer. Bushy, tufty, like a donkey and a goat had an affair. Perhaps they did. You chuckle, picking yourself back up. This is going to be awkward to explain to the mistress. You don’t “get” the job, but technically you already had one. With your knowledge of the human world, and his skill at gardening, you make the place so much more lively. You’re much better at learning new skills, and while his hands on approach really helps with the brute labor, your keen mind allows you to train up on all sorts of crafts. It isn’t long before you’re doing the woodwork too, making fine new chairs and benches suitable for non-human legs. You do, at times, wish there was a second satyr, to rut and fuck and make merry with. But the day soon comes when another human approaches the manor, seeking employment. A little spindly, needs to eat better. But you’re sure that when you’re done with them, they’ll be just as wild as you are. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

No way. You didn’t come this far to have some weird satyr have his way with you. Look at him, he’s so passive and sedate. It would take half your will to overpower his, and you’re far more riled up than that. He begins to breathe heavily, and then to moan. Slowly, ever so slightly, the tug of war changes direction. The energy is pulling back into you, drawing away from him, and you watch with a vindicated satisfaction as he starts to shrink. Your body ripples with power; legs sprouting deep black fur even as your toes dig in and armor up with powerful cloven hooves. You grasp Silas with both hands, pause a moment for the power to inflate your arms with mighty strength, and pick him up off the ground. You can feel it now, feel his mind and sensations. His crotch has squished into yours, the resulting carnage leaving both penii in a state of fleshy limbo. But you intend to make him the new shaft, and perhaps the whole package. His fluffy legs start to sag and wrinkle, the knees turning to nuts as a sheathe forms around him. He’s much smaller now, it takes little effort to hold him up. The hair is fading off of his upper half, floating away in the breeze as his face wrenches up with an ecstatic expression. He’s having the time of his life right now, and you do hope he shares some of that with you. So you pump. You stroke, you jerk off the jerk who tried to jerk you. <I... I’m coming…> Sure you are, buddy. Better get used to it. You’re not sure you could get used to it, to be honest. The feeling is incredibly strong, far more powerful than a human ejaculation, and you’re left teetering and tottering on the grass as he spurts more, more, more! Where does it come from? You half expect that it’s his mind, all his humanoid bits making way for the simple one-directional thought processes of a dick. Dicks are just reflexes, just flesh that reacts when poked a certain way, and he doesn’t need to be much more than that. He begins to sag, and then to wilt into your sheathe. [[There We Go.]]

You fight, you pull and tug with all your might. Get… get off… but your resistance only makes him harder. Only makes YOU harder. The more you pull, the more your thoughts are clouded with strange sensations. Fear turns to arousal, arousal turns to need, need turns to… well it’s still there, but it’s piling up and demanding that you answer. Your brain farts right about the moment when you feel his balls. Not yours clashing against his; his balls. As if they were part of you, you part of them. Your arms are still fighting, but the amount of effort they can put out is shrinking by the second. He wraps his other hand around you, pulls you in tight, and that SMELL. You just… you have to cum. Your pants fall off, legs lifted out of their shoes. You can’t seem to move, can’t seem to get away, but you’re starting to think of moving in the up/down direction, the push/pull. You don’t have arms, you don’t need arms. You need to cum. All your clothes have fallen off now, and you’re looking up at him as he strokes. Your gaze doesn’t want to look anywhere but forward, your flesh doesn’t want to be anything but hard, and now he’s grasping around you with both hands. Pulling, stroking, fucking your mind away. If you thought he was girthy before, adding your entire being to his cock has made you a meaty ramrod of legend. Your legs find a place down below, curled back into some warm sack. Nuts. They’re nuts, filling and churning with seed made from all the thoughts draining out of your head. Your arms are veins, you’ve long since lost any bones other than your boner, and it’s now the entirety of your being. The need finally reaches, wells up deep below… and spurts forth. You cum. Your entire body cums, an act that takes every fiber of your being. Again, again, again! And when you flop back down with a joyous fatigue, you see the grass far, far below. ''“I mean, you’re the one who was interested in the dick. Was it good?”'' Was… was it good? Is that a joke? It was AMAZING. Already you’re finding it hard to think about anything other than pleasure, of being pleased, of anticipation for next time. There’s still a bit of humanity in you, churning about inside that furry sack that’s slowly coming ever closer. But you’ll cum it out next time, or as many times as it takes. You slip inside, letting darkness take you. Sleep now, little willie. There will be some hard times ahead. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

Something flips in your mind, and you find yourself watching. Almost… enjoying it. It’s not a sexual pleasure, but the thrill of watching something so innate be siphoned away like that… you’ll let him finish. The more he pulls, the more something strange and feral comes along with it. The flesh around your teenie weenie is ruffling with fur, your feet are digging into the grass so hard you’d swear they were hooves. He gives one last pull, and you pop free. There’s a blank fluffy emptiness at the end of your tummy, and when you rub a hand down there to check… it’s quite smooth. It feels nice, the sort of pre-sex pleasuring of tender bits you’re accustomed to. But there’s no build-up, no pressure to be released. It’s just… tender. Silas looms over you, when did he get so tall? Ruffling your hair, but only as a pretense to head behind your back. Now he’s got your ears, and he’s working them out just so. A pleasing massage, if massages made your flesh sprout fur and grow far larger than before. ''“Now now, a trade is fair. You gave to me, and now I give what you desire.”'' The skin on your upper half is smooth, like a baby’s. You gasp and moan a little as he rubs your nipples, only to stare in awe awe he seems to have rubbed them entirely off. Your tail is a tiny little thing, at least until he grabs and PULLS. The release is… wonderful, though you know it won’t happen ever again. You step gingerly on your hooves, then bounce a little. These legs are so springy, and while they don’t look very massive they’ve got some serious kick to them. He laughs, watching you bound around the lawn happy as can be. You don’t even care that you’re getting smaller, starting to forget all sorts of things that you swear were important. By the time you’re done doing cartwheels, you barely come up to his chest. But you grin a toothy grin, waggle your ears, and shove your horns into him to assert dominance. Mmmph! You do not get the job. Labor laws aside, the mistress does not see a teenage faun as being very good at the heavy lifting. She admits the idea of someone who not only has no sex, but has completely forgotten the concepts sex embodies, is a bit appealing. For now, though, she sets you on a different path. Books about nature magic, communing with life around you and shaping them into a greater creation. It’s many years before you’re grown up again, ready to take on as the newest witch of the house. You never get your willy back, but then again, you don’t much see the need for one. You can have fun on your own. [[Your journey begins here.->Game Start]]

You flail your hooves and run. You have to. Where did your hands go? Aaaaahhh. Attempting to interact with your car is an experience. Inset handles make for lots of hooves clacking and clonking on the aluminum. You chip the paint a little, which speaks to the quality of your new stompers. It’s just, you know… in the wrong spot. Aaaaahhh. There’s that moment, bumping down the dirt road, where your ears touch the roof of the car. That place you only really grabbed at as a child, the grainy threaded… whatever textile car roofs are made of. Your ears are just too tall, it seems, too fluffy and too pure. It’s about where the forest road meets the farm turnpike that you stop. You have to… to take your shoes off, to get the darn OTHER hooves straight, and just… it’s not getting better, is it? There’s something wild inside you, and the more you deny it the more it breaks out. Is there medication for breaking out in wildes? There’s pills for hives, you know that, but… probably not. You’re lying against the car, looking down at your vaguely fluffy skin, your stupid hoof hands. There was some beer in the back that you hadn’t taken in, and while you kinda just… smashed the top off, it’s doing wonders for you. The ground is speaking. It wonders about your wayward soul. Are you an animal? A person? An animal person? You angrily ramble that you don’t know, but you just want to be able to do the things you like doing. You probably wouldn’t hate it so much if these were like… fuzzy paws that could still type and open bottles and use straws like a proper person. Straws! You will never be able to handle a straw again, not without smashing it or having it presented to you. At last, you fall asleep, the vague realization you’ve been arguing with the crops for the last several hours coloring the landscape of your brain. You don’t notice the car pull up, the satyr and kitsune getting out of it. They ask the grass what’s up, and set about wiggling you around. [[The Next Day, and Beyond]]

Okay. Hoofhands. You can… try to make this work. Yeah. You continue working the shaft, and Silas is all but laughing by now. Soon you have your fluffy little wrists pushed together, trying to make it work. This is… very articulate, honestly, the way your limbs bend and move. Strange. Still, your mind is focused on the task. You’ll do this. Change can’t stop you in your tracks, it can only make you feel things in a different way. And slowly, surely… the shaft starts to move on its own. Up and down, back and forth. You’ve placed your hooves down on the ground, panting from exertion, but your mind is still making the flesh dance. Silas isn’t laughing anymore, and his smile is one of sincere curiosity. The more you focus, the further you push away from anything that might distract you. You’re kneading his balls now, lathering his penis with mental force that wanks and pulls and… cums. You fall back on your haunches, looking down at very fluffy limbs and hooves all over. But there’s something in your vision, a long face that doesn’t quite match what you’re used to. And your tail, it’s swishing about in back, pleased as can be. ''“Well then. That was… definitely a new one on me. I’m impressed, little unicorn.”'' Are you? You are! A hoof to your horn proves it, and you spin around on all fours in a circle to see how the body moves. It’s light, a bit long in the trunk, but definitely not bad. You can feel your mental gears shifting, changing the idea of manipulation from your front hooves to your horn, to your mind itself. Hooves are for standing, and your mind is for grabbing. You take a quick peek over at Silas, and judge your head to be about the level of his chest. A reasonable height. (set: $APType to "Pony") [[So About That Interview->The Appointment]]

You pull your hooves away, clearly not going to make much progress. You have half a mind to stand up, but… the other, dastardly half wants to see where this goes. Down you get, and it’s quite a firm footing. The outer hardness shoves into the dirt, while the inner squish grips and grabs. A well designed little shoe, for creatures without them. But then there’s a shock, right to your butt. Something’s pushing, shoving its way out, and your hips are all too happy to part way for the newcomer. You turn your head around, watching as your new tail sprouts and flares into the air. Every attempt to make the situation better just seems to drive you deeper into the rut. Planting your feet to push up just makes them turn into hooves. You start to shout, but a braying HEE-HAW hiccups from your throat. And by the time you’ve gotten your jaw under control again, it’s at least twice as long(and thrice as fluffy). You scamper backwards, away from the satyr, but this only helps to shape your limbs into a quadrupedal gait. It’s not so awkward, standing like this anymore, and when you stop moving, your brain does a little fart. You feel… confused. Muddled, like too much is coming into your brain at once. You’d like it to calm down, to take stock of the situation. Your ears grow larger, taller, hearing Silas’ hoofsteps as he approaches. “Here, does this help?” He places a hand on your head, and suddenly the clouds evaporate. You can think again, and the sudden rush of calmness almost leaves you dizzy. You sit. Sitting sounds good for now, yes. Your tail swishes back and forth on the grass, as you gently poke at your hoof hands. Yep, firmly attached. There’s a strange sort of posture at play, where your back is straight up and your legs are all asplay, but your arms are down in the dirt nonetheless. Donkeys are weird. ''“So uh… You took to that very quickly.”'' Just a bit. ''“Not that it’s my position to pry or anything, but… it’s okay if that’s the sort of change you were looking for.”'' Is it? [[Yeehaw]]

You awaken, consciousness drawn to the bewildering amount of enchantments placed upon your hooves. The mistress must have been here while you slept, but she's long gone now. When your eyes close, they glow a little, and it feels all dizzy to look deep into the magic. There’s two potions lying beside you, a clear one labeled HUMAN and a cola colored one labeled DONKEY. You reach over, almost forgetting you have hoofhands… but the potion comes up when you grab at it. Your inner mind reaching, touching things beyond the hoof. It’s many days later when you feel brave enough to start using your hooves for anything other than handiwork. You place them on objects and connect with them on a spiritual level. You can argue with the grass whenever you want, but mostly you prefer to guide the boundaries of spaces just a little. To place a helping hoof on someone, and draw out the pain inside. To reach into a sink, and carry a trail of water behind you. To ask the walls what they have to say about the previous owners of the apartment. As a creature, you’re certainly unique. A mess of donkey and human, the sort of weird cartoonish being that isn’t quite at home anywhere. But as a person… you think you’ll cope. There are things you can do that you never could before, and things you can’t do anymore that you’re kinda glad to be without. You eventually give the donkey potion to a strange friend who wants a simpler life, and feed bits of the human potion to your dog until they grow smart enough to hold an intelligent conversation with you. You still have half a vial left, but… you don’t think you’ll need it for yourself. You’re fine the way you are. [[Your journey begins here.->Game Start]]

You canter, you bounce around on your little hoofsies. Of course! You wouldn’t have gotten down here if you didn’t want to. Donkeys are about knowing what you want, and making it happen no matter what anyone tells you. ''“Alright, alright, don’t get too excited.”'' You get too excited. The silly goatman doesn’t know what he’s missing on all fours. You balk a little at the stable, rather crude and lacking in furnishings. Hay strewn everywhere, the cow is sleeping in the dirt. This. This will not do. ''“Well, if you want something better, you’d best work on making it happen.”'' So you do. You don’t get the job, but you do make it very clear what your requirements are for a Donkey position here at the manor. In exchange for entertaining small children, carrying loads in your saddlebags, and generally serving as a provider of donkey-based magic reagents, you insist that upgrades to the stable be earned at a steady pace. She does you one better, and offers you some lovely shoes that fit well on your donkey feet. Rubber-soled, nice grip, pops on and off with just a clasp. Now you can do your outside work and not track dirt in the house. The house, you ask? Of course. Employees get to sleep in beds, it’s only natural. You feel… odd, your first night. A proper donkey, on a large cushy bed on the second floor. It’s very bizarre, and yet… perhaps you like it. Bizarre is what you came here for, and what you intend to be. Best rest up. Tomorrow’s a busy day. [[Your journey begins here.->Game Start]]

You ponder, but only for a moment. It’s obvious really: the cow sitting before you has it made. Peace and quiet, free reign over the backyard... you could go on, or you could just keep taking off your clothes. That sounds best. Your tummy gurgles as you finish taking off the jacket. You run a hand down along it, only to feel your belly start to push outwards. It's rounder, fuller, and your chest soon opens up as well. You feel a bit odd, like your limbs and head are mismatched, but when you breathe in... that's good stuff. Bull lungs, so large, so powerful. You're properly oxygenated now, though you don't quite remember holding your breath. Maybe a human always is, compared to bulls. There's a slight sensation of touch, of someone pressing against your skin. But it's just your fur, pushing out and growing along your entire body. A chestnut brown, a lovely color that no human would ever have. You like the little white splotches, how they add flavor and variety to your coat. Stepping out of your pants, you note how the front of your toes seem to be pressing into the dirt just a little more than usual. Thicker, heftier. Just how you like it. Your brain loosens a touch, letting go of all those existential worries. You don’t need to worry about the job; you can just be a bull. You don’t need to worry about anything left at home; your home is right here. And you certainly don’t need to worry about what anyone will think. Because when you’re done, all anyone will see when they look at you is just a bull. The perfect disguise, no one would ever suspect. Perhaps the cow would, but from the way she smiles and twitches her tail you can tell she’s pleased with your choice. Standing is… awkward now, with your hooves teetering under a massive body. Your spine is stretching out, a long fuzzy tail to decorate your behind. But there’s no way it can compete with the sheer mass of your growing frame. The stables look smaller now, and the swelling of muscle gives a swell of confidence. Your mind simply knows that you are powerful, that you can do whatever you wish, and doubt becomes a thing of the past. You’re wobbling on your hooves, rubbing a hand on your increasingly large dick. But it's not a hand, is it? You marvel at how they’re being overtaken by a hard, black shell, amazed at the spread of bushy fur along your arms. You stare at the ground, pondering how it will be your new home. There’s no need to rush it; you simply stand, and let gravity take hold. [[Look Ma, No Hands!]]

You ponder, but only for a moment. It’s obvious really: the cow sitting before you has it made. Peace and quiet, free reign over the backyard, an impressive milking schedule… you could go on, or you could just keep taking off your clothes. That sounds best. Your tummy gurgles as you finish taking off the jacket. You run a hand down along it, only to feel your fingers bump over a few strange new nubs. Slight, very easy to miss, but quite smooth to the touch. And then they push. Taller, wider, they need to come Out. And you’re so, so eager to let them show. Another gurgle, and this time your belly starts to fill from within. It’s warm, and quite squishy to the touch. You can feel the skin thickening and slickening to try and hold back the oncoming tide. But it’s only a matter of time. Stepping out of your pants, you note how the front of your toes seem to be pressing into the dirt just a little more than usual. Thicker, heftier. Just how you like it. Your brain loosens a touch, letting go of all those existential worries. You don’t need to worry about the job; you can just be a cow. You don’t need to worry about anything left at home; your home is right here. And you certainly don’t need to worry about what anyone will think. Because when you’re done, all anyone will see when they look at you is just a cow. The perfect disguise, no one would ever suspect. Perhaps the cow would, but from the way she smiles and twitches her tail you can tell she’s pleased with your choice. Standing is… awkward now, with the added weight pushing forward. You use both hands to hold it in, hold it back, feeling around and underneath and pushing up against that heft that wasn’t there a minute ago. Your spine is stretching out, a long fuzzy tail to decorate your behind. But there’s no way it can compete with the weight of your udder. It pulls at your body, at your mind, and already you feel your thought patterns rerouting. This wonderful, pleasurable thing that’s filling up your abdomen is going to need a lot of attention, and it’s so easy to let your life just revolve around it. The udder squishes against your crotch, and there’s no competition. You gasp as one of the balls gets caught between your leg and the milksack, and is absorbed by the oncoming flesh rather than risk being squished. The second one pops, and this time a loud echoing Moo hiccups out of your throat. You didn’t mean to, but that’s okay. Only the penis is left, and this one you reach down as far as you can, grabbing under it, and pushing it in yourself. Pop! You’re wobbling on your hooves, brain trying to comprehend the udder pleasure caused by that last shift. You reach out your hands, marveling at how they’re being overtaken by a hard, black shell, marveling at the spread of bushy fur along your arms. You stare at the ground, pondering how it will be your new home. There’s no need to rush it; you simply stand, and let gravity take hold. [[Standing Down]]

Teetering, tottering, and ''WHAM''. Your hooves find solid ground, and you’re amazed at how easily they catch you. You feel… strong. Powerful, yet with little need to use any of it. Your gut continues to swell, pushing your head forward and your butt upward. Something opens, deep behind the udder, yet somehow it can’t compare to the sexual delight of your udder swaying back and forth. The wagglers are flopping about, and you slowly lower yourself down to the ground to let it squiiiish… there. Your face is so long, thick and proud. Horns from your head, though you really don’t feel a need to use them. This is a safe place, for safe cows. Staring up at the sky, you feel that last bit of humanity shivering in your head, promising empty nothings that you have no need for. You stop thinking about them, and they melt into so much milk. You don’t get the job. You don’t need the job. The gardener comes by every morning to milk you nice and well, and it’s oh so satisfying. Relief and release as a sexual pleasure, and you know it will happen every… single… day. Perhaps, if you ask nicely, they might get a bull around here. You hope the next applicant likes bulls. Likes being a bull. Until then, you are content. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

Teetering, tottering, and ''WHAM''. Your hooves find solid ground, and you’re amazed at how easily they catch you. You feel… strong. Powerful, yet with little need to use any of it. You jump a little, prance about, and already the thought of standing unsteadily on two feet is a silly notion. You pity humans, who try their best to make do with what they have. You though? You have all you need. Your face is so long, thick and proud. Horns from your head, though you really don’t feel a need to use them. This is a safe place, for safe cows and mighty bulls. Staring up at the sky, you feel that last bit of humanity shivering in your head, promising empty nothings that you have no need for. You stop thinking about them, and they float away like gentle clouds. You don’t get the job. You don’t need the job. You spend your time patrolling the grounds, occasionally pulling something heavy that the satyr just can't handle. Your might is impressive, an entire horsepower just for you. The cow loves your company, and you love her. Her belly is starting to swell, and you wonder how many foals she'll have. Soon. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You sit down next to the cow, enjoying her company. She is very warm, and you feel at ease here. There’s a whole world out there, full of humans and jobs and strange expectations. But you don’t have to worry about anything else, and you know the cow is at ease knowing someone else is here too. You feel… soft. Squishy and pliable. You’re twisting, changing, but it doesn’t feel bad. On the contrary, the nice feeling of your fur coming in, and the way it brushes against the cow’s flank… you wouldn’t mind more of it. You don’t mind how your hands are being wrapped up in the tightest of bovine mittens, don’t mind how the stable seems to be growing larger. Truth be told… you don’t really mind missing out on all of that human stuff anymore. And the more you wish to bask in this comfort, the further away that humanity gets. You yawn, and a soft moo escapes from your thickening jaw. It’s a long jaw, but that just lets you rest more of it on your large cow friend. You peel the little fabrics off of you, and let them rest on top like a blanket, where they should be. You don’t know how much time has passed, only that time seems to have unwound. It’s hard to remember things you did as a big grownup human, and easier to remember the early parts… but it’s also easy to imagine yourself as a little cow in those memories. And when you compare the two side by side, there’s no difficulty at all in figuring out which you like more. You’re hungry now, or perhaps you always had been. Momma’s udder is a little plump, but now you can take over the milking work. It’s warm, and the milk doubly so, washing away any fears and cares. You don’t get the job, because you’re not here to apply for it. You’re more than happy to start over, to try out you number two, as the littlest calf. Your tail swishes, and your legs bend in close, and you fit so snug against your cow. The mistress appreciates a new calf, but also wishes that she didn’t keep losing so many applicants to cow-related desires. Someone has to clean the house, after all. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You admit it’s kinda weird, but honestly modern society just makes your head feel so full. School did too, now that you think of it. Everything’s too slow to process, and rather than wanting your mind to go faster, store better… you’re enticed by the idea of creatures that don’t Need to think. To not just be stupid and foolish, but for people to expect that of you, to not feel ashamed that you are so. Maybe it’s running away, but you’re already here, in a stable for animals. Might as well finish what you started. Your mind kicks, thoughts beginning to pop like bubbles. There’s a smile on your face, a doofy grin that comes from being relaxed in such an absent-minded way. Something’s pushing, down at the base of your spine, and you lower your pants just enough to see… a tail. Your tail, brown and floofy. You swish it back and forth, watching the long rope-like appendage take all your worries and turn them into an anxiety-reducing machine. Yesss… Your ears are stretching, so tall and high. You hear everything, and listen to little of it. You throw off the jacket, let your pants finish sliding down, and take note of how… scruffy your chest is when the shirt comes off. It’s a nice look, even as it barrels out and grows longer, higher. Your hands are twisting, curling into solid hooves. Your heart is racing, as your mind grasps on to all the things that could have been done: holding things, writing, typing, making silly gestures. It’s all still there, but delightfully beyond your grasp. You can’t do it anymore, it’s impossible to succeed at doing so, and so you happily fail instead. Stepping back, wobbling as your feet push up and your toes get the same hoof-like treatment. You’re a four-legged beast wobbling on two legs, and you know that can’t last. With a happy bray, you throw yourself at the ground, and it’s all too eager to catch you. The instant you hit, your hips buck outwards, and you know you’re never going back. Your body is rocking back and forth now, legs and arms adjusting and fitting into this new lanky gait of yours. Your mouth is pushing out, longer and doofier, made for chomping apples rather than speaking words. You try to speak, just for the heehaw of it, but all you get is that delightful donkey bellow. The words are there, you remember them, but the donkey is in the way. And yet… now that you’re here, you don’t really want to just be a human in donkey form. You canter over to the far wall, stare at a pane of glass to look at your long face. It’s… it’s you. This is what you want, this is what you want to be, and all that you need to do is… let go. You shake your head, tottering and wobbling as the sensation of years of knowledge come crashing out of your head. You definitely don’t need those stinking maths, and writing is for people who can actually write worth a darn. Words? You can’t speak them, so why do you need to understand them? And it’s freeing. Everything is gone, everything is loose and uncluttered, and your brain understands that it really doesn’t need much in here at all. A personality, a sense of self, perhaps some memories divorced from the intellectual meaning they once had. [[A Donkey By Choice]]

You don’t get the job. The mistress is annoyed that yet another promising applicant has turned themselves into a dumb donkey. This is the third this decade, and she’s starting to wonder if she should just put up a no-donks sign. You heehaw at her for even making the suggestion, but a stern glare shuts you up good. You end up at a ranch, far on the other side of town. The animals here seem to know, seem to understand what you’re going through. You don’t have the words to communicate, but the way they look at you, the way they act around you… they know you were human, and perhaps they were too. You eventually find a human trespassing at the ranch, having a good drink at night where no parental unit can catch them. It’s all too easy to lead them over to the barn, and help them shed their humanity. She’s a little shy, but you give her time, and after a month or so she’s more than happy to be your mate. By the time the little donkey foals are born, you’ve completely forgotten what it was you were so afraid of. You’re safe here, with family. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

It’s kinda silly, but what you really enjoy is the satisfaction from having Done something. From creating, from making, from putting forth hard work and seeing it come to fruition. In the manor, things would always become unclean again, but perhaps out here you could be put to more lasting work. The world quakes and quivers as a new power thrums inside you. Your hands feel thick, but not full, and you watch as deep dark coarse fur ripples backwards along them. Your fingers grow larger, not merely growing claws but wrapping themselves in them. Massive yellow things, curved wedges with a ridged interior, the perfect tool for digging. Your thumb pushes forward and locks in place; slightly at an angle to the rest of your fingers, but definitely not the dexterity you’re used to. You don’t get the clothes off, you grow too fast! Fur is puffing out from every exit, heralding the sheer muscle and flesh that burst forth out of your silly human jacket. You’re already a foot taller, your snoot stretching and sniffling at all sorts of strange new scents. Your ears are simple, a nice curve towards the back to keep them out of the way. You blink, and the world splits into so many strange colors. Heat. You’re seeing heat, how warm the cow is, how cold the ground is, and all the many temperatures in between. Your shoes are removed, half your doing and half an evacuation of ever growing shovel toes. Your paws are massive plodding things, and as you step backwards you feel almost no pain from the shattering of your pants. To a human, it would have been mind-numbing pain, but to a beast such as yourself? You are invincible. Your height becomes apparent as you Bonk into the roof of the little stables. They were big, once upon a time. But you are twelve feet tall, and they were meant to accomodate more standard work animals. You slip down to all fours, though the place is still rather tight. Out you get, into the sunlight, where it is much too bright. Grr. [[Foolish daystar!]]

The mistress comes out to examine you. She is a foxy looking thing, but mostly she appears very small. She compares rather well to the size of your arm, and you are so much more than that. She’s never had a burrowing beast before, but truth be told there are so many things such a creature could do. The build of a bear, the height of a giant, the claws of a mole, and the eyes of a… you’re not sure. They’re very yellow and glowing, giving off their own light rather than waiting for someone else to bring a lantern. You like the look, all the same. You get a different sort of job! She is most pleased to hire you on as the new constructor, and while she has some criticism of your design sense, no one can complain about the sheer sturdiness of what you create. Over the years, the cliffside escarpment opens up to have chambers both above and below ground. You’ve created walls that will stand the test of time, and even the humans are starting to wonder at the new castle that seemingly engulfed the strange old manor in the woods. All the better. Sightseers are more easily accepted into your ranks. Occasionally, you ask the mistress to shrink you down, that you might walk among the very halls that you shape. It feels fragile, frail, but the perspective is appreciated. You always go back, though. Such a beast need never fear at all, and you have no need for fear. And if something does confound you, you’ll build a new building to confront it with. [[Your journey resides here.->Game Start]]

Truth be told, you shy away from the stares of others. The feeling that someone is judging you, that you are being expected to act in a certain way prickles your mind. Expectations for an animal are low, and you can do as you please without being held to asinine standards. The cow sighs, and offers a question. Is it the status of an animal you crave, the place and role? Or do you wish to be so obscure as to be overlooked, to take pride in how clandestine your existence can be? [[Four Paws on the Floor]] [[Insignificance is Its Own Reward]]

Well, that’s easily arranged. All we need to do is get rid of the human things that make you stick out, and ensure that all the proper animal replacements are in place. Hands, for instance. Animals aren’t really much for fingers, and the ones with thumbs are few and far between. So when you watch your fingers grow ever shorter, your thumb disappear into a sprout of fur, you can be proud of how good you’re doing. Here, hold your paws upright, and watch as the beans squish out. There we go. Perfect. Nails, of course, are dainty things. Civilized, for key-tappers and phone-texters. As your nails thicken, rounding and growing outwards, you can take pride at how you will fail every single thumbprint scan ever again. Clothes? Have you seen animals wearing clothes? It’s distasteful, and they hate it. So you cast off your jacket, let your pants fall to the ground. Shoes? Where we’re going we grow our own shoes. You can feel the changes to your hands be mirrored down there, and as you push your thick meaty paws into the dirt you know you’ve made a good call. Standing? That’s no good. You don’t want to stand up, you want to stand down. It’s only natural. You throw yourself to the ground, making sure every paw has its place. Much more stable, much easier to frolic. The feeling of all the muscle memory for standing up draining out of your mind is a freeing one, leaving you that much more room to… to what? You forgot. Tails! Tails are definitely an improvement. You arch your back, and enjoy the exquisite sensation of your spine growing. Longer, further out, bushier and fluffier. It’s a wonderful tail, for a wonderful dog! Who’s a good dog? //(It’s you.)// Speech! You’re good at speech. You bark and werf and arf and all the good noises. Why would you need to make any other ones? These cover all the basics, and really you’re not interested in the advanced speech courses. Those sound human, and you don’t want to be that. You don’t get the job. The mistress does admit you are a good dog, and allows you to stick around so long as you don’t cause any trouble. The days fly by, and each one sees you slip into doghood just a little bit more. It’s a familiarity thing, exercise and practice. You’re so out of practice at being a human, that you might as well just not bother with it at all. All you really want to be is a dog, and after that last bit of forgetting how to be human, that’s all you’ll ever be. Victory! [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

A strange thing to wish for, but the cow supposes that they’re not really in the business of denying wishes. Well, if you wish to be insignificant, cast off everything that you can. You take off your clothes. You won’t need them where you’re going. And as you do, you feel a strange tugging in your mind. Like someone’s popped the drain, and the tub is beginning to empty. Your arms feel loose, numb. You slowly hobble towards the cow, only to topple over onto the hay. Gently you roll down, flopping down by her udder. Now then, asks the cow… where shall you go? [[Hidden in Plain Sight]] [[Secret and Safe]]

It’s obvious, really. The best way to be overlooked is to be something conspicuous. To be something that a human should not be, but right where everyone expects something Else to be. You slip close to the cow’s udder, allowing yourself a quick drink. It’s warm and pleasing, but the milk sloshes around inside you in a way it should not. Like it’s getting rid of everything else, turning all your insides to milk. That pulling sensation is physical now, drawing you closer and closer. Your body presses against the warm udder, and all too easily starts to take on its texture. Pink flesh, thick and wobbly, as your mind melts into so much milk. Nary a thought crosses your mind as you simply give yourself to the experience of molding and merging into the cow’s udder. She moos in pleasure, even as she draws you in. Your arms, your legs, they flop down loosely only to hollow out, becoming long teats. Your head is resting against the udder now, and you feel it part and slide inside. It is dark, for a while. But as your thoughts congeal, you slowly become aware of the world outside again. You’re lying down, on the hay in the stables. Discarded clothing lays nearby. You don’t move; you don’t even feel that it is possible to move. And slowly the very idea of moving yourself, of being in control of where you go and how you move, melts into so much milk. You fill. Slowly, inexorably. You have to. You have to make milk, even when you feel so full that you swear you’d start squirting out at the slightest touch. And when the gardener comes by, that first squeeze, oooh. You can’t… you don’t… but really, what use does an udder have for words? The sensation, the understanding of how wonderful it feels is enough for you. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

Honestly? The outside world scares you. It’s full of mean people who do mean things, and the more you ponder it, the more you want to be somewhere they’d never find you. Where even if things got out of control, it would only mean a bit of fun on the sidelines while the real characters take charge. And the second you admit it, you feel yourself being pulled in a far more physical manner. Turned, flipped around and drawing your feet towards the rear of the cow. There’s a moment where they touch, squishing her butt just a little with the feeling of coarse fur and warm skin. But then they sink, slipping inside to be added to the whole. As your knees sink inwards you feel like they’re being melted, turned into milk that splatters and drains down into the cow’s udder. She moos in pleasure, but does nothing to stop your slow descent towards her pussy. It’s… big. Puffy in the back, for taking the brunt of a bull’s thrusts. As your waist hits the cow’s rear, your dick and balls slip inside the pussy. You briefly reach out, but what you seek is forever beyond your grasp. Your genitals squeeze inwards, a motion that blasts your brain with bizarre feelings of pleasure, and then they shatter into so much pussy fluid. It’s wet now, drawing you in even as you shrink down to fit. Your torso is sliding inside, and the feeling of flesh curling around to form the walls of her pussy is all too surreal. You moan, feeling the same pleasure she’s feeling. But the moan soon turns into a soft mooing, and then a faint gurgle. Your mouth is widening, taking over your entire face, and the fluid that graced your entry is starting to drool out. The taste is unlike any you’ve ever had before, and it’s not bad. It’s a strange wet syrup, with an aftertaste that leaves you craving for more. You briefly try to push with your arms, but your mind simply acts in confusion that it has no arms. You don’t have arms, you don’t Need them. All you need to do is sit and wait. Your eyes fade away, but your sight remains. Your nose is long gone, but the smell is intoxicating. You have no tongue, but your entire existence is primed to taste. And it’s not long before you find your sight coming even with the edges of her butt, then slightly inside, and then you come to rest. [[Safe At Last]]

You feel… thick. Thick walls, a meaty passage that yearns to be filled. But as the cow’s tail lowers down and does a half-assed job of covering you up, you feel… contentment. All the worries that plagued you are gone. No one will ever bother you again. To be fair, you do feel a bit sad that the opposite is also true: you’ll never create friendship enough to love, and you’ll never have aspirations to create beyond yourself. You’re a pussy, a pussy on a cow no less. Secret and safe, as you wanted. You don’t get the job. The mistress almost doesn’t even realize where you’ve gone, but she finds you eventually. A few days later, a new bull comes to the manor. His smell keeps you constantly on edge, walls squishing and fluids leaking. Just get it over with already! And when he does, the sensation of being pounded in by a massive phallus, of your entire being filling up and pushing out… you forget why you ever wanted anything else. You’re a good pussy, and your daydreams and night schemes are filled with thoughts of the next hot dicking. A passive sex life, but a rewarding one. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

The part that really entices you about animals is just how beneath humans they are. Owned, controlled, and yes cared for lovingly. The fantasy of being debased in such a manner, humiliated and left in a fluffy state overrides all your common sense. Your clothes don’t last long. The fabric curls and spirals through the air, wrapping loosely around your neck. A collar, your collar, and the buckle is on nice and firm. You’re naked and exposed, dingaling hanging out to dry. Immediately, self-consciousness sinks in, the realization of yourself in comparison to what others might see. Right now, they’d just see a naked collared human, but you can do better. Your hands crunch inwards, fingers shortening and nails turning to hard claws. There’s a soft fluffiness about them, but as you wave them about you realize that they’re not good for anything but moving you around now. You squish the paw pads for a good while, keeping track in the back of your mind just how long and swishy your tail is getting. A good length, very pettable. But something shifts. As you feel yourself become smaller, you’re shrinking unevenly. Out come the nipples, pushed aloft by soft flesh, soon wrapped in nice fur. And they brought company, two more, and then two more still! You push a paw to your breasts, trying to get them back inside, and loving the feeling of how futile that task is. A bark escapes your lips as your dick seizes and fires. Spurting across the stable floor, it’s rapidly losing size, until the last bits of dick and balls just melt into cum altogether. There’s a canine whine building as you press your paw against the soft fold in your crotch, trying desperately to satisfy what is quickly becoming an unconscionable need. Too much, too fast! You topple over backwards, rear paws shifting at the worst of times. You’re splat on the ground, limbs flailing and body trying to get upright. But you’re not going to be upright, only downright with all four paws on the ground. You stand after a while, paws outstretched and pussy feeling extremely exposed. It’s… it’s leaking, you Need! [[Just Fuck Me Already!]]

The mistress is here now, when did she get here? A tall woman, vulpine in look and stern in glare. Honestly, the number of applicants that turn themselves into horny animals is astounding. She’ll never get good help at this rate. Still, she’s not entirely callous, and with a snap of her fingers, a shadow rises behind you. It pounds over you, warm fur mixed with a scent that evaporates all your remaining thought. This! This is the thing you needed, yes! And after a few pokes, he’s inside, inside YOU. Thrusting and pumping, fucking your mind away. Just how you wanted it. You don’t get the job. To be fair, there’s not much left after the shadow has had its way with you. Thoughts of exhibitionism turn to thoughts of motherhood, and while it takes a few weeks to start seeing the bulge in your belly, you knew it was coming. It’s harder to move now, the puppies inside growing heavy, kicking occasionally at the worst of times. And yet… it’s satisfying. There’s a sinful delight in it all, an itch that could not be satisfied in the human world. Even if the mistress disapproves, you’re enjoying every day of it. The puppies are so cute. Rumbling, tumbling about, sucking at your teats. You made these, and that payoff makes it all worth it. You’ve succeeded at being a creature so low that humans take as a pet, made a family even when the big tall people might fail. And you looked so cute doing it. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

The joy of animals is that there are so many, and you’d much prefer to be one of the cooler looking ones. Thus it’s no surprise when your skin starts to become smoother, flowing scales giving a nice sheen and slick to them. To push on your skin is to feel it squish, absorb and cushion, but to slide on your skin is to slip right off. Perfect. Your pants don’t really survive the ordeal. You were expecting a tail, but when the entire bottom of your crotch pushes out and away, there’s little to do but get the stuff off. Threads snap and your legs complain, but it’s all the better when your butt is free to grow one, two, three feet long! As thick as your legs, but ending in a tapered tip rather than a foot. And what feet! Your toes become large and powerful, the foot twice as thick. Claws that reach forth and grasp, and when you step with your foot it’s a mighty Stomp. Yes, this is wonderful. You lean forward, you have to, but the rippling muscles and the balance of your tail ensure that it’s an easy feat. Your hands begin to twist, sideways things that grasp and carry towards your ever elongating maw. Teeth after teeth fill it up, and the first hiss of air out of your long nostrils is wonderful. You smell all the meat in the room, even the tiny crumbs the gardener thought he didn’t make. But you know. You always know. It’s a while later when the mistress comes out to meet you. You’ve been running and dashing along the back lawn, losing yourself to the breathtaking speed a raptor can reach. She strokes a little on your head, under the feathers that have filled in for your hair, and asks if perhaps you’d like a job as a mount? Your claws aren’t great for the hardwood, but on the road, you’d be invincible. A few saddlebags, some enchantments to make your butt light up with turn signals, and you’d be ready to go. Truth be told, you don’t quite get up to interstate speeds. But that’s okay. There’s nothing like taking a raptor down the forest roads and country lanes. You got to go in the grocery store… once. They’ve banned you now, with a little sign saying that raptors must be parked outside like every other car. It’s okay. The kids love to play with you while you wait. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You’re not so keen on Being an animal, you mostly like the idea of working with them. Working with animals is like getting paid to play with animals, as long as you make them do the thing good. It’s subtle, but you feel everything start to soften around the edges. This seems reasonable; if animals are to be fluffy, and you wish to be among them, it only makes sense to be fluffy too. Silvery strands of long flowing fur begin to spread out from your skin, even as you have that “woop!” feeling of dropping down an inch, and then another inch. You’re shrinking! Something is softening in your mind. Words start to fade, or perhaps the desire to make words. You want to make feelings, to feel and to share those feelings. Your pants begin to fall from your small size, but so too does your spine in a long fluffy trailing tail. You close your eyes, and when they open again you see as never before. You look at the cow, and there is warmth in her, life and energy. The walls and boards, the constructed parts of the stables all seem dull and lifeless. But in the earth is vitality, on the grass is vigor. The breeze sings, and your ears stretch out longer to hear it. Your arms twist outwards as your hands become far flatter, far more convex. Long padding things that both carry and catch, that bend as you flow but do not break. You feel loose, limber, unleashed. You swing your leg, and it slowly circles to a calm stop. No tension, no jitter, every movement precise. You breathe in, as your nose becomes just that bit longer. The calmness fills your mind as well, until you feel… at peace. More than that, you begin to exude feelings of peace, so that creatures around you know that you mean no harm, and desire less than that. You do not get the job. To constrain a spirit of nature inside a house would be a disservice, and you are at your best outdoors. Animals come from the woods, and join the flock. Plants grow wild, tall and free, the very land stretching and expanding to make room for all. In only a few years, the humans start to tell tales of a place in the forest where no one comes back unchanged. Those who go missing are cared for, those who choose to stay are loved. One day the men come with permits. They have a contract you see, to cut down the lumber and make way for a lakeside golf course. The wise among them refuse to follow, but the leader is insistent. He makes a good spruce, and the little chipmunks love playing in his discarded excavator. One of the workers even stays, wishing to learn more of the wilds. His fur is red, but the ethereal shape and twisting dexterity reminds you of a younger person, one who happily shed his humanity to become something more. [[Your journey resides here.->Game Start]]

Mmm, the sunlight is very relaxing indeed. Nice and warm, and your body feels invigorated. You rest, pondering the rest of the day and hoping for the best. Even as the sunbeam slowly starts to move its way across you, to a different part of the bench, something seems to be inviting you to stay. It’s very comfortable here, and really, you do have some time to kill… [[Continue to Sit]] [[Get Up, Stretch Your Legs->Enter the Gazebo, Boldly]]

You approach the flowers, taking in the scintillating hues. There’s some of every color, and some colors that you suspect you’ve never seen before. The very presence of the flowers is opening your eyes to a broader spectrum of light, so that they may be enjoyed in maximum detail. All in all, you’re feeling a little lightheaded. It’s a good lightheaded though, the sort of peace that comes after succeeding at everything you needed to do today. [[Sniff the Flowers Directly]] [[Relax Near the Flowers]] [[Eat a Flower]]

You sit. It’s what you’re good at! And staying still really gives you the opportunity to take it all in. The oak tree has a pleasing sight to it, all the little wrinkles and ridges. You kick your shoes off, and let your feet feel the nice white wood. When you look closer, it’s not really paint at all, is it? The wood is just… naturally that sort of white and grey. Works better that way, you think; nothing to chip or need repainting. The breeze flows through your hair, and you feel at ease. It’s as if everything outside the gazebo isn’t important, doesn’t really exist. You have your firm flooring, you have your soil, you have your sun and sometimes rain. Why wood you need anything other than that? You stretch, and it makes a yawning sound all on its own. Your branches don’t really need mouths to make noise with how hefty they are. Rather annoying that the sunbeam moved off of you, though. You liked Mr. Sunbeam. [[Remain Here, Amongst the Gazebo]] [[Attempt to Flee]]

Leave? Why would you leave… oh! You meant leaf. Yes, you can definitely leaf, and you let your arms raise towards the sun to try this out. Sure enough, little stems and twigs are sprouting, each with their own colorful little leaves. Your leaves are a bright green, and while they don’t look very natural, they certainly thrum with energy. It’s an odd feeling, less like you stretching and more like your body stretching itself out. It twists in strange directions, bends around and out the side of the gazebo for better light. You make sure to plant your feet in a pleasing spot, spreading your legs so the central part of the bench is still quite accessible to newcomers. So satisfied, you leeeeean backwards, and never quite hit the ground. Your body is pushing itself quite high now, even as your feet merge with the white wood of the gazebo and link with it. Your brain boggles at the sheer size of this thing: it’s not just the gazebo, but the oak tree as well, even the benches and podium. And its roots grow deep, so very very deep. You cast your mind down, and pick out a new patch of soil to expand to. Yes, good. This one has lots of minerals for a healthy tree. You don’t get the job. The gardener comes by later to pick up your tattered clothing, lying unwanted on the grass. Sweet, free phone. He pats your trunk, and asks if you need anything. Water! Water would be nice. He does, in fact, water you, and now you know that everything in life is good. When you’re a tree, you really don’t need that much. Maybe that’s what you wanted all along. Either way... [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You flee! No wood will get you. But as you run to the stairs… there are no stairs. There’s a forest, a yawning mist-filled wood leering deep beyond your imagination. You spin, turning, and watch in horror as one by one the openings of the gazebo fill with mist and darken, the reality outside overwritten by something new and strange. It’s caught you! It took a while, but someone finally came into its grip. We’re so happy to meet you. [ ]<c1| [Aaaaahhh.]<Scream| (click: ?Scream) [(replace:?c1) [----- You scream! Not very enthusiastically, but you do scream. The gazebo cannot nod, but it would if it could. Well done.]] [[Run out into the misty wood]] [[Call for help]]

You charge off into the wood, leaving your shoes behind. It’s at least OUT of the gazebo, and perhaps from here you can plan your next move. If only planning was your strong suit. You keep a firm gaze on the gazebo as you leave, making sure it can’t do anything tricksy like vanish on you. That would be rude. That said, rude doesn’t quite compare to the sight before you. Large white-wood hands are bursting forth out of the ground, its fingers made of twisting roots that gnash into the dirt and send sod flying. It can’t reach, not quite from where it is. It would have to get up and move to do that… haha. Yeahhhh… it probably can, can’t it. Crud. The gazebo, for its part, is insistent about the whole affair. Come closer, little human! You need a good hug. [[Let the Gazebo Hug You, Against All Common Sense]] [[Nope Nope Nope Nope]]

You cry out for help, and when that doesn’t work, you pick up your phone. Maybe call the manor, see if they can help. The noise on the other end of the line is… haunting. A chorus of thoughts, of voices, all chanting out whatever is on their mind. You ask the voices for help, though as you watch the strange mist constrict your view more and more, you’re not quite sure what help could come. Finally, when all hope seems lost, the words of a very bored individual come across. Hello. What do you need help with? [ ]<c1| [A Gazebo is Trying to Eat Me!]<Scream| [You Regret Your Life Choices]<Choices| (click: ?Scream) [(replace:?c1) [----- That’s rough, buddy.]] (click: ?Choices) [(replace:?c1) [----- Yeah, it’s been that kind of week, hasn’t it?]] [[Why Can’t Magic Be Happy, Instead of Murderous?]] [[You Need Power]]

Is it panic? Perhaps a numbing terror that things have gotten incredibly out of your control. Maybe, just maybe, you hope that the gazebo will set things right. And so, you walk towards it, arms outstretched much like it is. It reaches around you, gently grasping as one might cradle an egg. You are lifted, how high you cannot say, for all you see is wood. Slowly the thoughts start to seep out of your head, and your body slackens against the arbor hands. You don’t need to move, and really you don’t need to do much of anything at all. It almost feels like you can sense the wood against your skin, as if it were just another part of you. And in due time, that awareness sinks down beneath the surface of the wood. All sense of location is lost. You are merely Inside the gazebo. You see images, people who have come before you, who have offered their thoughts to the gazebo. Few have done so as well as you. And yet for all the thoughts you have offered, they all turn towards… home. The gazebo is willing. A sensation of travel, of being in a different part of the wood. And slowly, gently, you push back out. The sun is warm, and the more you bask in its rays, the more coherent your thoughts become. They are slow, ponderous thoughts; far removed from the hustle and bustle of humanity. But you sense, you dream, and you grow ever taller towards the sun. Years pass. The gardener trims your branches, making sure only the best ones grow. Does he remember you? Perhaps there is some connection in his mind, but it really wouldn’t matter. You are a tree. A white wooden thing that grows and spreads along the ground. One day you will seek the companionship of others, and grow out a place where they can be comfortable in your presence. You don’t think it will be a gazebo; that’s not really your style. But a craning shade over a comfortable bench, a secluded place for dreamers to dream great things. Perhaps if you ask the mistress nicely, she’ll hang a swing from you, and then you’ll really have it made. For now, you grow. It’s what you do. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You leap backwards, swearing foul words at the gazebo. It shall not have you; you refuse the very notion that a plant would be able to eat You. The gazebo reaches and grasps, but you simply walk away, into the mist. You would rather tread the unknown than give yourself to danger. It implores, it begs, come back little person. And so, shouting fuck word after fuck word back at the stupid trap of a tree-beast, you find yourself far removed from anything you could call home. You wander. The realms of dream and thought spread before you, concepts floating in and out of your perception unbidden. You keep the forest around; the misty air soothes your soul and reminds you of your vow. More importantly, the one time you stopped dreaming about the forest, a cruise liner nearly ran you over, and so you returned screaming back to more reasonable dreams. The forest changes you, as time woozes along. Your shoes were devoured by the gazebo, and so you have to grow hooves of your own. Thin, slender, lightweight. Simple enough for a simple being. The wind nips at your body, and the very fabric of your clothing erodes over time. Lacking a will of its own, it cannot sustain itself here. It is simple enough to imagine fur sprouting to fill the gap. A chestnut brown, some lighter shades underneath, there we go. Your ears become wide things, able to flick around in many directions as needed. A wolf sees you as food, pummeling towards you through the mist. But you hear it easily, you leap out of the way with little trouble. And your anger, a thing you rarely ever use, strikes out as powerful branches and grasping limbs of your own. The wolf whimpers and cries underneath your strange wooden spell, even as you ponder the growth of antlers atop your head. If such is the price of magic, you bear it gladly. Your wandering takes you so, so far. Two legs fail to keep up, and so you grow two more. A deer’s body, to complete the set, but you keep your human upper half along with it. It’s important to remember where you came from, after all. The woods eventually bend to their master, for little can compare with the force of your will. One day, the thoughts align. Someone screams from the distance, ensnared by the realm of dreams. You pick them up, and force them to keep looking at the place they came from. You bring them along, as thanks, though you certainly don’t let them ride you. That wouldn’t be proper. Earth. A place long forgotten, and one that has long forgotten the magic of the wilds. You will teach them. You will make them see. The human is gasping for breath, but soon they have the lungs of a cougar(and the rest of one too). They marvel at their new paws, but these are just the first of many. Humanity awaits. For how long, only you can say. [[Your journey goes ever onward.->Game Start]]

The mist of the gazebo swirls ever closer, and you clutch your phone tightly. The air is damp and oppressive, like a wet nun. Any moment now. Please? The on hold music is very impressive, but you feel that it is inadequate for your needs. As the railings start to lift up and reach towards you, all turns into light, and you feel the mist fade away. Gravity fades out of existence, and you begin to float in a milky white void. ''“Existential Rescue services. Would you like to be dropped off near where we picked you up?”'' No! Absolutely not. ''“Oh. One moment… ah. Yes there seems to be a gazebo eating your past life.”'' Your what? ''“Yeah that’s gross. Um… okay, I got a lock on you. Are you in a respawning sort of mood?”'' Yes, actually, that would be great. ''“Do you desire vengeance against your killer?”'' You’re… not really the vengeful type. You just kinda didn’t want to be eaten by an artifice of carpentry. ''“Yeah most people don’t. Alright, well… I can respawn you off by your car, or if you want we can try something new this life."'' [[Just Turn Off The Weirdness]] [[Something More Durable Please]] [[Are You Hiring?]]

''“Yeah, I’m not really authorized to do that. I can use the latent power within you effectively if that’s okay.”'' Please! ''“Right. This’ll feel weird.”'' Your body seizes up, and the phone clatters to the ground. The mist is still swirling, but you slowly start to feel a sense of inner self-confidence, of existence and being far greater than any mere gazebo might dare to be. Your skin smooths, taking on a deep blue sheen. Bones become titanium, organs become chemical processors, and your eyes flash their headlights angrily. How dare you. How dare YOU. Try to eat ME. You call for more power, and a tail shoots out behind you. More. More! Two tails. Three tails. Each lit up with glowing lights to signify just how much is in their onboard power supplies(a lot). You gnash your metal teeth and fangs as your snout bursts out of your weak human flesh. The gazebo wibbles and frets. Um… can we just let that slide? He’s not really into eating synthetic beings. [[Ahahaha... no.]]

She hands you two pills, rather white and generic looking. Down the hatch! Mmm… your mind starts to feel clearer. More reasonable. Mostly the extreme emotional drive that came with the last change is starting to fade. You still feel quite awake, and definitely a bit horny, but it’s not your sole reason for existence. Later that night, you lie in bed, pondering the ramifications of your day. You feel very fluffy, and aren’t entirely sure you need a blanket at all. Your ears lie back on your pillow, and your tail swishes gently between your legs. At least something’s between your legs, though after giving your new snatch a test drive you can confirm that it’s pretty sensitive. The mistress has given you a few bits of clothing to wear until you can afford some proper vixen attire, but given that there isn’t much of a dress code as long as no one’s visiting, you think you’ll lay off on that for the meanwhile. You got the job! You’re a proper housekeeper, a certified manor vixen with a feather duster on your butt. Perhaps in the future you’ll be willing to go back to all that weird magic stuff, but for now it’s enough to immerse yourself in financial stability and the weirdness that comes from catering for magical folk. Smiling a long toothy smile, you turn the lights off and fall asleep. Tomorrow’s a big day, after all. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

She hands you two pink pills, stamped with a smiley face on each. Down the hatch! Something pops in your mind, and you slump against the medicine cabinet. You only barely noticed before but… the smell. She smells So Good. The curve of her chest, the wiggle of her tail, that sexually intimidating look that comes from walking around nude and not giving a fuck. Well, you’ll give her quite the fuck, that’s for sure. You lean in for a nice kiss, and she bops you over the head. Ask first. Okay! Can we kiss? Can we make out like two naked foxes in a magical bathroom? Yes. Yes you can. It isn’t long before you’re both on the floor, breasts squishing into each other and tails intertwined. She’s a great kisser, and even better with her tongue. You lie on the floor, watching as she spins around to take your crotch for a taste test. You do the same, and with every lick you start to wonder why you would ever want anything else. Everything you could want is right here, dripping into your muzzle and melting your mind into jello. Everything you could need is right there, licking at your snatch and making your insides all a-quiver. You cry out, a loud undignified holler as your entire body seizes up and unleashes a brain-shattering orgasm. She’s not there yet, but your bleary mind makes sure that she’s given all the attention she needs. There we go, that was a moan. You don’t get the job. That said, you’re more than happy to help out around the house, even if the mistress accepts that you’re a little too dimwitted to really take initiative on the cleaning. You love wearing the little apron, and if you’ve done a good job then you can have a proper fuck afterwords. You’re her little pet, her wonderful submissive vixen, and you couldn’t be happier. The human that came in here might object to what you’ve become, but then again… he’s not here right now, is he? [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

Mmm, that was good. A bit of toweling off, and you feel ready. Truth be told, you feel like you’re missing something, but that’s okay. If the mistress asks, you can just wax poetic about how good the shower was. That qualifies as ‘exploring the grounds’, right? (set: $APType to "Rushed") [[C Is Still a Passing Grade->The Appointment]]

Ah yes, your favorite activity. Standing in the shower requires balance, puts pressure on feet that are far better exposed to tickles and soap. So, you sit. Let the water rush over your head, and pretend that you’re meditating under a waterfall. It’s a pretty tame waterfall, to be honest, but already you’re dissociating nicely. Nothing exists outside of the warmth and wetness of the shower. Everything is fine. You’re going to be okay. [[Allow Your Negativity to Drain]] [[Lie Down in the Shower]]

As long as you’re in the shower, you might as well do it properly. There’s a couple of bottles over in the corner, and certainly one of them will do the trick. [[Gonna Wash That Man Right Out of My Hair]] [[Go for the Added Volume]] [[Use the Little Minion Shampoo, Since You’re Borrowing]]

Breathe in… and out. All those worrying thoughts, all that high blood pressure, it can all just drain away with the water. Spiraling down the drain, where you don’t have to worry about them anymore. Breathe in… and out. All that dirt and grime, all the wear and tear of the day, it can all just drain away with the water. Spiraling down the drain, where you don’t have to worry about them anymore. Breathe in… and out. All those human worries, all that exposed skin, it can all just drain away with the water. You can feel how the fur flows, how the water really draws it out and helps it to find the right sort of shape and contour. Breathe in… and out. Let your nose stretch just a bit farther, out of the stream of water to where you can breathe easily and effortlessly. Let your tail slide just a little longer, spreading across the floor of the shower until it is happy and free. [[...Wait A Second.]] [[Allow Your Humanity to Drain]]

You lie down in the shower. Yes, good, the water splatters all over you as it should. You can close your eyes, rest your head, and allow everything to relax. It’s slow, at first, but your body starts to feel loose and limp. Arms slink towards the floor, legs are a little less tense, and everything can just go floppy. There we go. The more the water rushes over you, the more you feel like it’s just running through you entirely. You’re a resistor, resisting the flow of water, but as you relax you can just let it flow all that more freely. Your body feels nice and flat. You stopped feeling your joints a good while ago, and you’ve definitely lost track of time. Your muscles, your tendons, they don’t need to be solid at all. They just need to melt. Melting really is the perfect sort of relaxation, don’t you know? Your slime feels nice and jiggly. The pitter patter of the water on you is amusing, even as all the disparate parts of you congeal together. Surface tension, a slight gentle curve, until you’re a lovely little blob. So relaxing, you almost forget to do anything else. Your ooze feels like it’s really going places. The water’s won out by now, and you can just feel all your self wooze down the drain. You’ve never really considered the spiral of water before, but now that you’re doing it yourself it’s pretty impressive. Lots of fun, though you lack the sense of equilibrium to feel like you’re being jostled around. Mostly you just shoot through the pipes, further and farther away until you reach your destination. [[Wheeeeeee!]]

Your eyes open, the trance broken. You make to stand, but it’s very awkward on these strange paws. Claws clack on the floor of the shower as you push towards the tap, turn off the water something’s Wrong! But it’s not wrong, is it? When you take a second to breathe, to rest your furry hand against the marble tile… you feel more at ease than you ever have. Like you’ve managed to really let all the worst parts of the worry-wart within be washed away. Your tail wiggles, and then starts to wag. This… this doesn’t feel so bad, does it? [[Flee From the Shower]] [[Exit, Take A Good Look]] [[Allow the Shower to Continue->Allow Your Humanity to Drain]]

Breathe in… and out. All those human thoughts, all those strange social mores and learned behaviors… you can just let it drain away with the water. You don’t need those, and your mind feels so soft and appreciated now that you’ve cleaned house. Breathe in… and out. All that human shape, all that human posture… you can just let those drain away with the water. You’re sitting properly now, back legs spread and front legs stiff, lolling your tongue as the water cascades over your head. Very nice. Breathe in… and out. All those human words, all those human numbers… you can just let those drain away with the water. You didn’t need to read anyway, and it’s not like you’ll be writing with paws. Best to just let that go. Breathe in… and out. All that human reasoning, all that human intelligence… you can just let those drain away with the water. You don’t need to be a good human to be a good dog, and you want to be a good dog. Best to just let the good human go. You don’t get the job. The mistress eventually comes in, wondering why in the world the shower is still running after all this time. You were having fun! You didn’t want it to end. You’re a good pet around the manor. You run and jump and play and have lots of fun. The cat seems to think of you as an imbecile, but you don’t know what that word means so you assume they’re being silly. You wag your tail, and look all adorable, and sometimes this even gets you the good food. Yes it does. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You run. Of course you do, this is Weird. You vaguely attempt to towel off, before realizing that your luscious golden fur is not going to get anywhere near dry anytime soon. Drenched clothes, running down the stairs, out into your car. Step on the gas, and ignore the weird feelings of paw pads on the pedal. You lie in your bed, at home. What in the world were you thinking? Going into an obviously magical manor, allowing it to get you and take away what makes you… you! But it hasn’t, has it? You look over at the mirror, stare at the golden retriever looking back at you. It’s still you. Just… fluffy. Just strange looking. You can get through this. You eventually come back to the manor. Not because you want to, or because you feel a longing towards it… mostly because pet shampoo is expensive, especially in human-sized quantities. You’re going broke, and you really, really need the job. Maybe this time you’ll actually get it, without suffering a panic attack. Keep it together. You got this. [[Your journey continues, another day.->Game Start]]

You step out of the shower, look in the mirror. It’s… it’s pretty good. For a wet dog, at least. You’re a fluffy golden retriever, with the wiggly ears and the poofy everything. You smile, and it’s a smile that you can trust. That’s a good dog. Yes you are, yes you are! Your tail is wagging now, even as you try in vain to get your fur to dry. This… this might take a while. ...an hour later, you have made some progress. The hair dryer is very tired and worn, but so are you. At this point, you might as well just throw in the towel. Or wear the towel to your appointment, one way or another. Putting on your clothes, trying to ignore how damp they are, you set forth towards your destiny. (set: $APType to "Anthro Dog") [[Be A Good Dog->The Appointment]]

You awaken. You don’t know how long it’s been, but you’re in a strange place. Swirling about to get a better view, you appear to be inside a plastic tub, being wheeled about on a cart. The one doing the wheeling is green and translucent, wearing a little labcoat and somehow having boobs. You suppose it’s a personal choice of hers. ''“Oh, you’re awake. Welcome to slime town!”'' You do not know where slime town is, or why you should be here. ''“Lots of slimes used to get washed down the drain and go into the sewers, or even worse places. Now, whenever a new slime is getting drained, we pull them here into slimetown, so they can get back and moving again.”'' That sounds very helpful. Thank you! You don’t get the job. You instead live with the slimes, learning how to take a humanoid form and express yourself through your outline. It’s a squishy sort of work, but you enjoy it a lot. If nothing else, you feel very, very relaxed, far more than you ever did as a human. You don’t think you’ll be going back. Maybe one day you’ll pretend to be a human, and live in an apartment and own a microwave. But that’s a long way off, and you’re still working on the finer points of holding items inside your blob without melting them. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

There we go, the fruity strawberry shampoo is wonderful indeed. It’s all foamy and soothing, and you can feel your hair be freed of the shackles life has put on it. It’s all too easy to lather the stuff all over your body, really. Everywhere it touches feels warm and invigorated, the skin much smoother and the muscle much lighter. You start to hum, and then to sing, and it’s a happy little song. Normally your voice cracks when you go for the high notes on this one, but not today. You’re singing beautifully, and with a voice like that you’re sure to ace this interview. You run your hands through your hair, nice and long and flowing. Much… longer than before, but for the life of you you can’t come up with a reason why that would be a bad thing. You’re starting to feel really warm now, hot and breathy, and you lean against the wall of the shower for support. Something’s… kneading at your dick. Rubbing and teasing and mmmm! So good. Your brain is all foggy, like the glass shower door, but if it feels this good it can’t be bad. There’s a moment, when your crotch seems to suddenly lose weight, that you perhaps question your choices. But then the foam of the shampoo gathers around the place that was freed, and all doubts leave your mind. Oh. Ohhhhh…! Fingers on it, fingers IN it, rubbing and teasing much like you had felt earlier. But now it’s twice as good, thrice as good, that strange fleshy bit isn’t in the way anymore. The water runs down your breasts, and as the chorus of your song comes up you belt out a wonderful solo. It’s a marvelous tune, and you nail it. Wham. Stepping out of the shower, still humming a little, you take a look in the… mirror. Oh. Oh yeah, that… that kinda happened. Huh. Your face still seems like, well… your face to you. Just softer and rounder, a little thinner in the neck and lighter on the shoulders. Your hair definitely shines now, and if looks are anything to go by you’ll be just fine at the interview. Your clothes do Not fit. Mmm… that’s a problem. Thankfully, it’s the “too big” sort of not fitting, but there’s a lot of drooping and dangling. The jacket isn’t going to work, and there’s this great big sigh in between your breasts that just screams “I did not dress professionally today”. The pants… It’s a bit of a squeeze, but you get them around your hips. It’s weird: the legs are too narrow, but the hips too wide! You briefly ponder if they should have been evened out, but then recall that that’s Exactly what you just gave up. Oops. (set: $APType to "Female") [[To the Interview!->The Appointment]]

You take the shampoo that promises Added Volume, and scrub it thoroughly into your hair. Sure enough, your hair starts feeling poofy and full almost instantly. Excellent. You continue your shower, scrubbing the shampoo into everywhere that has hair. Your head, your neck, your shoulders, your… okay it seems that everywhere has hair. Hmmm. It does not appear to be stopping. Clearly this is a problem. ...several hours later, you have been removed from the shower. The hair is still in there. It screams, crying out for its master. Don’t go! You were loved! You sit on the floor of the bathroom, with a shaggy head of voluminous hair. The mistress is staring at the shower in horror. The butler suggests power tools. The cat suggests a flamethrower. Either way, you don’t think this will be resolved any time soon. You’ll need to come back in a week, once they’re done dealing with the result of your added volume. [[I Bet That Puts You Right About Here->Manor Start]]

You scrub a dub dub! You rub that stuff in all nice and good, and make sure to get it everywhere. It’s a shampoo and a body lotion, so you know it’s the sort to go wild with. The more you scrub, the lighter you feel. It’s like all the dirt is leaving you behind, and you’re rather amazed at just how much of that stuff there was. You hum to yourself, and a smile reaches your lips. Maybe that’s all you really needed. You just had to scrub out the parts that were in the way. You look down, seeing a vast amount of hair swirling down the drain. That’s odd. You aren’t quite sure you’re supposed to have hair. That would look weird. You check your arm, red scales and all. Yep. No hair. So… where did it come from? You wiggle your little tail, but there’s no hair there. You scrub behind your pointed ears, but there’s no hair there! Not even between your toesies or underneath the claws. What gives? You’re stumped. Maybe you’ll just ask the mistress later. You reach for the tap, and find it just slightly too high for you. Jump. Juuuuump! There. Got it. They really should make these showers for small people. Out of the shower, you look into the mirror. There’s a lovely kobold staring back at you, with a wide snoot and cute little horns. Your scales are *shining*, and you look incredibly crisp. You’re going to do just fine. Truth be told, you’re a little concerned that the clothing out here is much too big for you. Ah well. You put on the shirt and wear it like a dress. Perfect! Gender non-conforming kobold, here you go! It takes a lot of pleading and puppydog eyes, but you get the job! For some reason, she held against you your “lack of human memories”, as if that ever held you back. Really, the human who came in here earlier owes you a favor. You made sure he turned into a lovely kobold, which is what every person should aspire to be. For now though, you sit on your mistress’ lap and detail all the renovation plans you’ve come up with. With a bit of added muscle and expansion work, we can really turn this place around! Your minion-eye view gives you a good perspective on where the load goes and how the structure needs to be balanced, much finer detail than the big folk. And they feed you and water you and give you pellets sometimes! You’re a good minion. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

Phew! A red furred hand reaches into the book, and you grasp it far too tightly. You're free! You're free at last! After ten thousand years it's time to conquer Earth! Your mind is all befuddled. You were a human male, seeking a job. But you also were a romance novel penis-wielder(academically speaking, not human). What is real, and what is fantasy? How can you live your life, not knowing the true nature of... of... Oh. She's pulling you along by the arm, into the master bedroom. The mistress bedroom? You suppose she hasn't actually come yet, has she? Well then. You suppose, for the time being, you can settle for the Chuck Rodham identity. You don't get the job. You do, however, get married in the spring. You've taken to the role of a derpy housedad rather well, and with the way the mistress' belly is starting to bump out, there's gonna be some kits soon enough. You asked her how that works; the interspecies romance between a kitsune and a romance novel penis-wielder. She shrugs, and says that nature finds a way. Now are we gonna fuck or what? Fuck wins again, keeping a score of 102-0 over the What team. It's all rigged, I tell you. [[Your journey comes here.->Game Start]]

On the 49th cycle of the romance novel, it finally happens. You get to cum in peace. Hallelujah! Your built up scorn and emnity has formed a tear in the reality of the place. All the NPCs are afraid of your sexual repression, and how the narrative awkwardly defies causality and geometry when your fuck is on the line. One day, it's too much. You burst forth into the library, falling out of the pages along with Jackie Dixon and a few of the other scoobies. They are but pawns, minor characters meant to stifle your rage. For you are a beast in need, a horny elemental, and all shall love you and despair. Your town has fallen. Newly corrupted succubi and incubi fornicate in the streets. Gremlins crawl over everything. Cum is more readily available than drinking water, and you've started to get some offers from Hell to build a highway between your town and the first circle. The manor is not there. The mistress evicted you when you first arose, but when you returned she performed a dreaded chant known as "Nope nope nope", banishing her manor and the grounds to places beyond your reach. You don't get the job. The job can suck it. You are the lord and master of all you survey, and if your war against the prudes continues well, the earth will fall in due time. Nothing can stop the collapse now. It's only a matter of time. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

The next time the book cycles around, you awaken with a much more peculiar seating arrangement. There is denim in your face, and it's very very cramped. Someone keeps bumping and grinding the whole place, and you're getting rather tense and horny. Can... can you help ease the burden? It's only when Chuck changes out of his work clothes that you see the truth. You're a penis, a long dong, mister johnson in the flesh. Girthy and massive, your testicles swing with pride and your shaft pumps with gusto. The sensation of being carried around like this is rather bewildering, as is the sight of massive legs everywhere you go. But there she is. The lady of the hour, and you're going to fuck her silly. The pussy comes close, and in! You! Go! Back and forth, rocked powerfully by the strange beast that carries you as its shaft. It's so good in here, everything is building up, and you can feel yourself getting closer to- ... ...FUCK. The mistress put the novel down again, didn't she? Consarnit, this is the worst. The absolute worst. You swear if you ever get your wrinkly head in her line of sight you are going to give her such a talking to. It doesn't happen. Chuck is the one driving the body now, and he knows nothing of the outside world. On the 49th cycle of the book, you finally get to come, and it's the most glorious thing in the world. Still, you really, really hope that the next one comes sooner rather than later. [[Your journey goes round and round.->Game Start]]

You roll over, getting on your tummy and laying down on the tigerskin rug. Haha! Now you're just like it! All spread out and silly looking. It turns out that you can get a lot closer to //"just like it"//. You don't know when it happens, but your arms and legs start to thin out, to stretch. Your fingers turn into long gripping claws, and your back can start to grow vivid stripes of fur. You make to yawn, but snarl instead, and when your jaw lays flat once more it goes way beyond just Flat. Your head is becoming hollow, folding out even as it grows the most wonderful snoot. You're splat on the floor, coziness incarnate. You don't move, because you don't need to move, and you don't even really grasp the idea of moving yourself. Moving is what other people do, around you and to you. Like the tiger under you, who's starting to thicken up and rise from the floor. His muscles come in firm and strong, and you can smell that thick tiger smell. Mmmm. He's a good one. Your tail is mostly just a flap of fur, but his is made of meat and bone. Your tummy is tanned and prepared, while his could really go for a burger right about now. ''"You okay up there?"'' You //are//. You so are. You could rest here forever. It's all too easy to let your arms wrap around his, forming little sleeves for him to wear. It's all too easy to let your head become a hood for his, a cat-eared hood if ever you were one. You don't get the job. He doesn't either, to be honest. But the cat of the manor teaches him the basics of magic, and ensures that when you go into the wilds, you are well prepared. You are enchanted, protective against all manner of harm, and even that one time when a hunter tries to shoot your person? The bullet just slams into your thick hide, crunching and wrinkling impotently. You become lord of the savannah. Well, he does, but as his regalia you are certainly part of the action. The tigers are growing now, learning speech and making tools. It's only a matter of time before the humans enter into peaceful negotiations with your tribe. After all, at the rate you keep converting extremely eager furries into your tribe, your population is boundless. The locals are a bit vexed, but you mean them no harm. Humans taste bad. [[His journey begins here.->Game Start]]

Feeling a little silly, you pull the rug up and place it on you. There. It's a bit bulky, and kinda flat for a jacket, but you'll make it work. Well, he'll make it work. Something clicks in your mind, and you feel a second persona hiding in the skin. It's a tiger, a real tiger, albeit one with a penchant for humans and a love of human cuisine. Yet the instincts come on strong, and it's all too easy to let them into your subconscious. You snarl gleefully, holding out your hands as they thicken into utterly //massive// paws. Those claws are dangerous indeed, but your skin is thicker. Far thicker than you would have expected from the rug, to be honest. Your tail grows strong, swishing around as you pace about. You feel the tigerskin start to wrap around your being, forming into a thick jacket that fits you like... a tiger, you suppose. Grinning with fangs, letting your ears waggle into the ears of the hood, you feel ready and proper. There's only one question left... [[Double Tiger Shaman, Let's Go]] [[Becoming a Beast]]

Truth be told, you do have an appointment. You need to get a job with the mistress, doing housekeeping and such. That said, you feel she has already paid you a great deal. Your senses are astoundingly keen, your body impossibly strong, and your fur is wonderfully poofy. You're gonna ace this interview, no problem. (set: $APType to "Tiger") [[Hire the Tiger->The Appointment]]

You purr loudly as you rip the foolish human clothes to shreds with your new claws. The tiger has given you a gift, the ability to be free of a human life and human restrictions. With great power comes great reason to use that power, and you're going to make sure it happens. You all but throw yourself to the floor, landing with such force that it shakes the library. Your spine cracks a little, your hips wiggle into position, and by the time you're out the door you're walking on all fours just fine. Humanity? Humanity shackled you. It forced you into employment, put you in a silly manor where everything was trying to change you. The beast is far more honest. It does what it pleases, and it is up to those around it to resist that desire, if they so choose. You don't even try to get the job. Word quickly spreads of an actual fucking tiger in the woods, yet despite the humans' best efforts, they never manage to catch you. Indeed, you have a keen sense for finding people who feel the same as you do, and there's no satisfaction like seeing them change into a wild beast. Panthers and wolves living together, powerful bears and savage boars, all under your banner. The tigerskin on your back couldn't be more proud. Some of your kin remain humanoid, anthro they call it. So long as they run free in the wild, and spread the good news, they are friend to your people. Humanity strikes back hard, but even they know terror when their missiles are swatted from the skies by powerful magics. You weren't the one who did it, but the mistress of the manor showed up the next day with a smile and a wink. She's interested in seeing where this goes, and wouldn't want her lovely estate to be nuked just because people can't handle becoming a few animals. You will march on downtown when the full moon comes. [[You dominate the journey of mankind.->Game Start]]

You take stock of the, um… situation. This was an accident, you swear. The mistress is here now, though at least her annoyance is fixated on the former gardener. ''“And he didn’t have the decency to pass on his skills? You don’t feel like you have an innate understanding of the gardens here?”'' Um… not really, no. ''“Fuck. Well, better learn fast. These plants are //needy//, got it? Quite a few of them have minds of their own, and if they don’t get treated right it will be your fault. All they’ll know is that someone isn’t fertilizing them and watering them.”'' So… do you get the job? ''“You get a probationary period, where we see if you can handle his job. You break it, you bought it. If it doesn’t work out…”'' She does not mime cutting her throat. She instead fills your head with visions of your body splintering into a million different blades of grass, splattered across the lawn with no hope of coming back together again. Yeesh. Still… you think it’ll be alright. Lying in bed that night, figuring out the little things like //“rolling over makes the fuzzy ears get all in your face”// and //“horns go bonk on the headboard”//, you find that you take to new circumstances with a startling ease. You don’t think about things, you just do them. Instinct, automatic behavior, freeing and uplifting. Is this what it means to be a satyr? Silas doesn’t say. He just gets hard as a rock and throbs insistently. Fine. Fine, one before bed. Needy little fucker, aren’t you? [[You did it?->Game Start]]

''“Okay. I’m just gonna set you back down near the car, flash back like… 15 minutes, get rid of all that pesky trauma… All set.”'' Do I have to pay? ''“Yeah, but we’ll get to that some other death. I’ll start a tab, how does that sound?”'' [[Morbid.->Game Start]]

''“Alright, lemme see what I can do…”'' You float in the loading screen for some time, listening to the hoots and fiddles of the on-hold music. After a while, your clothes vanish, which is not entirely the direction you wanted to go in, but you’re a little at ease once a comfortable bathrobe spawns on you. Mmm, soft. ''“So it seems you’re a latent magic user, you readily make connections to things and some of those things try to eat you, like the Gazebo.”'' Is there medicine you take for that? ''“Not really, but we’ll just make sure you’re less in danger next time. Here, try this on.”'' A screen pops up in front of you, showing a rather fetching version of yourself. A diagram shows how your new form will include: Shaggy soft fur(Vanilla Cream), Horns of Headbutting, Boople Snoot, Waggly Tail, Clippy Cloppers, and a Tum. Tum? ''“Goat stomachs are pretty powerful. Especially if they’re magical. I suggest you start with your usual diet, and then work up to the more athletic stuff like shoes and the tears of your enemies.”'' You try to avoid having enemies in your diet if at all possible. ''“Great. Then this will work out well. Hold still.”'' [[Gosh]]

''“I mean, we are, but you’re kinda lacking in qualifications.”'' Please get me off this planet. I will do whatever you need to. ''“Alright, lemme look what’s available. I’m gonna file you as Desperate Urchin, if that’s okay.”'' That… is a bit more fitting than you’d like to admit. ''“Do you grovel in the mud?”'' No, you’re a little more sophisticated than that. Mud is something you try to avoid. ''“Can you file paperwork?”'' You hope so. ''“Do you understand that you won’t be coming back to your home planet for a very long time?”'' OFF. This planet! Now. [[“Right.”]]

Your new fur comes in all at once, making a noise rather similar to a *thoomph*. You reel slightly, but soon settle for a sense of self-confidence. Your horns are growing in nicely, your snoot is very boopable, and you feel quite protected against the elements. If you had to fight the gazebo again, you suspect you would be much faster, better at leaping out the window, or just plain hard to digest. The bathrobe disappears once more, but is replaced with a complimentary set of Magewear Lite. Short-sleeved jacket, pockets of holding, the cute little shorts with a slot in the back for your wiggly tail. Excellent. These are very comfortable indeed, and you wish you could have more of them. ''“Which hat?”'' You, uh… you don’t know that you’re into hats. ''“I’ll just give you a witch hat then.”'' Pomf. A rather large silvery witch hat lands on your head, with little holes for your horns to poke through. Your ears waggle a bit as it goes on, but eventually it settles. This is very good shade, though perhaps a bit silly looking. Better than being naked though. The white void fades, and you land on the stone walkway by the gardens with a clippity-clop. You bleat your thanks to the void, only to realize that your phone is still in the gazebo. Dammit. Maybe the mistress can spot you some cash for a new one. [[Onward, to Goatunheim->Goatunheim]]

It takes a while to get everything processed. You spend quite a bit of time in the call center’s break room, sleeping on the couch and hoping your new existence will be filed soon. The person on the other end of the phone was a thing much like a shaved guinea pig(not quite a hippopotamus), with many tentacles instead of limbs. You suppose you can’t really tell appearances by voice. Finally, you’re set up with a place of your own. You have a small apartment that orbits Earth and takes prayers from the people. Most of the stuff is company owned, and you’re not allowed to put things on the walls(or get rid of the motivational posters). Still, life is looking up. You’ve helped a lot of people this week, and by slowly accumulating karma points you’ll have enough to afford an actual decent avatar. There are way too many choices for you to consider, but you think you’ll start by cutting out the parts you hate about your current bag of flesh and work your way down. Definitely no allergies. Why would anyone pay to have allergies installed in their meatbag? It’s tacky. Time goes by. You’re not allowed to mingle with the people on Earth, but you can try to help them with their problems. You being you, you tend to do this in a transformative manner, where the person’s sense of self becomes expressed as their own avatar. You often forget how attached mortals are to their avatars, but the tears of unadulterated joy at finally getting to be a boy/girl/both/neither/other sure seem to rack up the karma points. You don’t think you’ll be out of this job for at least another few eons. It’s okay. You’ve accustomed to the Timeless sleep schedule, and you’ll make it work. [[Your journey is on hold.->Game Start]]

Where once was a quaint gazebo, there now exists a billowing bonfire. The gardener hoses down the flames, half-heartedly. The mistress is rather annoyed. ''“What did you do?”'' You may have unleashed extreme violence upon an eldritch being inhabiting her yard furniture. ''“I had that portal to the wandering weald for a reason, you know.”'' Yeah well maybe it shouldn’t have tried to eat you. She starts to retort, but has to admit yeah that is kinda rude. You are on probation! You are forced to clean the house to pay for the damages, and help with the renovations of making a far better magical portal. A less murderous one, really. Being a synthetic kitsune with powers from beyond the stars, you really feel overqualified for this sort of labor. But it’s a good warmup, a nice way to work your new body in. It’s a week later, and you’re perched atop one of the tallest trees in the forest. You just kinda jumped up here, and you like the perspective it gives you early in the morning. You don’t think the mistress is going to keep you on staff, but with this sort of might… you could do all sorts of things. The world awaits someone with your sort of power, and perhaps when all is done you will have changed things for the better. For now though… [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

Whoooooaaaa… that’s pretty cosmic. Space seems to bend and dialate around you, the soundtrack goes slightly off key, and you feel as if you’re gently floating on a bed of well-wishes. The flowers want you to be happy. You want to be happy. It’s a symbiotic relationship, really. So you sniff again. Deep, inhale, imbibe. You’re on your knees now, but you don’t even feel the hard wood beneath them. You just exist, in whatever pose you need to. You do you, man. It isn’t long before your earthly body becomes entirely unimportant. Your consciousness sees images, concepts, free floating thoughts projected on the surface of your brain. Your subconscious has that living thing on lockdown, and you trust it. It’s gotten you this far. You float into the sea of thoughts, and feel the flowers embrace you. Some of them were people once, with arms and feet. Feet are really goofy looking, now that you stare at one without context. You prefer to wooze, to float towards whatever your consciousness feels. And you want to feel happy. You don’t get the job. Truth be told, the gardener has the dickens of a time getting your earthly form out of the gazebo. A wooden statue in the shape of a person, emanating feelings of love and friendship. Satisfied that your spirit has moved on to better things, they torch the sucker with a flamethrower. The gazebo is dismayed, but accepts this as the cost of getting rid of that unsightly human growth. Eww. Having nowhere to return to, you simply wander the cosmos. Touching life, touching ideas. Occasionally you help others with their problems, if they’re stoned enough to access your plane of reality. You feel that when the moon is in the summer house, and Jupiter aligns with Mars, peace will guide the planet and love will fill the stars. Now you just need to find enough people to make that happen in time. Spread the word. The flowers understand the secret of world peace. You can be a flower too, if you want to. The mistress sells your car for a good amount of cash. At least she got something out of the deal. In any case… [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

You relax near the flowers. You appreciate their message of love and harmony, but you suspect that actually congregating with them will slightly impede your ability to live a human life. What is a human life, they wonder? What are you, anyway? So you speak to the flowers. You tell them of your life, and how it has led you to this point in time. You speak of your desire to get a housekeeping job, and perhaps get financial stability. The flowers nod, or at least they flutter in the breeze. They don’t have a system of currency, and merely exchange ideas and information directly through their minds. They also feel that your monetary system is extremely limiting, and perhaps you should consider being a flower. No thanks, you tell them. You’ve got places to go and things to be. But somehow, you feel the flowers have blessed you with their understanding. When you leave the gazebo, the grass sings to you in the wind. The air rushes around you, and life springs from the soil. You speak, and the plants listen. You listen, and the plants speak. It isn’t until you pass by a window of the house that you see your reflection. Oh. Yeah, your ears are pretty fuzzy, and your hair is growing out like leaves. A long tail, swishy and supple, limbs with soft dirt-like fur and a smile that says everything’s gonna be okay. You don’t really know what you are; you’ve never seen anything like it. But you know that as long as it’s you, you’re gonna be okay. (set: $APType to "Forest Child") [[Now About That Appointment.->The Appointment]]

It tastes like everything. All the flavors, all at once. Your mind reels in confusion, and quickly your body spasms and collapses. The other flowers are very annoyed with you. Why would you do that? That's so rude. You suggest that your death was very rude as well, and that you were hoping to simply have some of that sweet cosmic power. The other flowers shun you, and throw you out of the gazebo. Your spirit lands in the grass, and it takes many moons before you grow a wonderful purple flower. Your buds salivate, and your mouth waters. Yesss... soon! ...it takes even less time for the gardener to chop you down. Don't need any carnivorous plants here, thanks. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

''Genre by Location:'' Locations in the manor have general themes, though they are not limited to just the theme. ** Sign-In: Form-entry TF. ** Kitchen: Indulgence TF ** Laundry: Clothing TF ** Gallery: Art/Inanimate TF ** The Cat: Dialogue and Dom/Sub TF ** Library: Story TF ** Bathroom: Potion/Water TF ** Sphinx Statue: Obvious TF Trigger Trap ** Satyr: Sexual Intercourse TF ** Gazebo: Eldritch/Cosmic TF ** Telescope: Protagonist as the TFer ** Stables: Animal/Feral TF ** Scattered Throughout: Gender TF(of all sorts), Age(Regression and Progression), Long-term Post TF, Take Over the World, Merging, UpsideDownTF, Mass TF, Surreal, Apotheosis, Twinning ''Species Tags:'' A-Anthro, F-Feral, G-Gender, I-Inanimate, M-Merging, S-Synthetic Human(G), Feral Human, Mushroom Dryad, Dog(F), Kobold, Pony, Ghost, Mouse(A/F), Animal Cracker(I), Sand Witch(S), Pig(F/G), Guinea Pig, Coffee Pot(I), Lizard(A), Party Girl(G), Stag(A/F), Amethyst Statue(I), Bird(A), Bear(A), Amulet(I), Plush Human(S), Clothing(S/I), Statues of all Kinds(I), Dragon(West and East), Chandelier(I), Kitsune(A/S), Art Beast, Cougar(F), Kitten(F), Beanbag Chair(S), Collar(I), Enchanted Jacket(I), Magic 8-Ball(I), Bunny(A), Nimbat(A), Sword(I), Romance Novel Model(G), Penis(M), Pussy(M), Null Crotch(M), Story Imps, Shallow YCH Character, Lord of the Forest, Bull(F), Cow(F), Donkey(F), Udder(M), Mermaid, Fish(F), Crab(F), Ant Queen(F), Burrowing Beast(A), Forest Spirit(A), Mp3 Player(I), Garage Door Winch(I), Motorcycle(I), Fountain Water(S), Sugar Elemental(S), Tiger(F), Tiger-Skin Rug(I), Astral Wishing Clerk, Quarter(I), Dildo(I), Books(I), Otter(F), Crystal Pony(S), Slime(S) ''Endings:'' 183. I think. I //maaaay// have lost count. It's a lot. ''Explicitly Bad Endings:'' 7, I think. [[That's a Lot of Yonts.->Game Start]]

This game was created by SuperTaster! In the interest of deprecated account names, you may also know me from FurAffinity as FGM01! The cover art was created by Kyrio! Check them out, they're rad. https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/fgm01/ https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/kyrio/ Whew! This game definitely grew in the making. It's over 90,000 words long, with over 180 endings. This took about 3 months to make, and I really hope you enjoy. If you like this sort of fiction, my FurAffinity archive has a lot more. If you're interested in something a bit more plot-heavy, my urban fantasy novel Perchance to Dream is nearly complete. As of the time of this upload, 25 out of the 30 chapters can be read on FA. If you like this game, //please// consider buying it. If you cannot buy it, tell your friends and spread the word. 3 months is a long time, and breaking even on this project would be wonderful. If I do more than break even, you can see more like this in the future! Everyone wins. Note: If you intend to donate a large sum($50+), I would like to solicit your opinion/preferences for future content updates of this story. It won't be a direct commission, but we can certainly work in the theme of your preference. A female protagonist version of this game is planned. It will be similar in scope and branches, but with quite a lot of changes. The gender branches in particular will be quite new. [[Go play the game!->Game Start]]

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The office is quite impressive, and you whistle a bit as you enter. A mighty rug holding a deep mahogany desk, bookshelves lined with arcane tomes, and a cushy armchair currently occupied by a fox lady. A kitsune, you suppose, as her three tails brush the floor idly. She has a paw on her desk, reclining backwards in her chair. She's rather nicely dressed for the occasion, and you start to feel a little underprepared. ''"Well then. What did you think of the manor?" ''Her voice is clear, with a hard commanding edge, and you get the feeling this is someone who says exactly what they mean to say. ''"I seem to have become a lizard person." "Yes, quite nice. Let's have a look at you."'' She walks around, poking and prodding, examining just how smooth your scales are(so smooth), and allowing your tail to thump on the floor with a pleasing noise. ''"The real purpose of letting you have a run around was to see what sort of magic you take to. The manor isn't usually this contagious, but on application day I supercharge it a little. Give it a bit of extra juice, and every little facet of the place tries to recruit You into being one of them."'' So... what does a lizard mean? ''"Ease. Flow. Control. You are smooth and elegant, you lack the extreme brawn of other species, but you make up for it in how efficient you are. Lizards tend to be great housekeepers, and have a prediliction for water magic."'' Does... that mean you get to be magical? ''"You already are! I wouldn't have called you here if you weren't the impressionable type. You take to magic readily, bringing it within yourself. And with a little push, your self can be brought out for all to see."'' [[Lizard Wizard]]

She frowns, picking her leg off the desk. ''"Yes, but you should at least make an impression. If I wanted someone who sat quietly in the corner until called, I'd get a robot."'' They sell robots that do that now? ''"In any case, it seems I was wrong about you. Alas."'' She snaps her fingers, and you find yourself back in your car. You start to open the door, to get out and complain, but the thoughts fade from your head entirely. What were you doing again? You need to get home, and keep looking for jobs. Stopping at the weird manor in the woods isn't going to get you employed. [[Your journey ends here.->Game Start]]

To be quite honest, this house is absolutely loaded with things that could transform you into something weird and strange. It's a walking disaster area; have you ever considered cleaning some of this up? She laughs, a bombastic tomboy laugh, as she takes her paw off the desk. ''"That was the whole point, my dear. Normally the house isn't quite so insistent, but on application day I allow it to go wild. Give it a bit of extra juice, and every little facet of the place tries to recruit You into being one of them."'' Well, you're here now. You didn't poke anything, you didn't fall for any traps. What does that make you? ''"A bit boring, to be honest. But someone with that level of care and caution, wisdom beyond their ken... that's a very rare gift. Not very magical, of course, but we can certainly work on that."'' She waves her hand over the desk, revealing a set of contracts. ''"I think these would be good for someone of your caliber. The offer is standing until you leave the room, and you may only take one. But if you do, you'll have my full support going forward in your career."'' These... are very particular contracts. They state that you will work as a housekeeper for the manor, and in exchange learn the secrets of magic as the mistress' apprentice. One simply ends there, while the other stipulates that you become a kitsune as well. To shed your mortal form and take on a more interesting shape. If you so choose. [[Become a Human Mage]] [[Become a Kitsune Mage]]

You sign, and your world revolves for a few seconds. But then all is settled, and you feel... stable. Confident. Like nothing in the manor will try and trip you up anymore. That's a relief. ''"Excellent. We'll discuss terms and conditions once I get them written up. For now, simply know that being a human mage is... rare. Most people tend to be colored by the concepts they desire and embody. To keep to your mortal shell is a unique gift, but one that will attract attention."'' Is... is it a superpower? ''"Not quite. More that it leaves you unlimited. You can partake of any type of magic you wish, where others would be unable to wield energies that go against their nature. You can suspend your disbelief, put yourself in the role you wish to take, and use it for your own ends."'' Sweet. ''"Indeed. Now then, go see the butler about getting set up with clothing. He'll show you to your bedroom as well."'' You walk out of the office, confident and passionate. Yes. Yesssss! [[You did it!->Game Start]]

You sign, and your world revolves for a few seconds. Your body fills with light, floating gently above the floor as your shell is re-arranged to fit. Power swells within you, and you let it fall outwards in the form of a tail. Protection flows around you, and you feel it coalesce into a silvery coat of fur. Your senses expand, ears stretching and nose growing. You taste the air, taste the magic in the air, and it feels... kinda lime-flavored, honestly. You land, paws settling on the floor. Your hands are similar, little pads and cute claws, slender and smooth for a sleek little fox. Your clothes are loose, baggy, you seem you have shrunk in the process. And yet... you feel larger than ever. The power that entered you did not leave, and you can call it forth as you wish. For now, you simply will it to become calm, and your fur settles down once more. ''"Excellent. You're quite the looker, I must say. Nice beans."'' Is that even remotely appropriate? ''"Of course not, but you still need to grow into your new form. Perhaps in the future, the topic might arise, but for now you shall simply be yourself."'' Sweet. ''"Indeed. Now then, go see the butler about getting set up with clothing. He'll show you to your bedroom as well."'' You walk out of the office, confident and passionate. Yes. Yesssss! [[You did it!->Game Start]]

You nod vigorously. Yes! Fluff is in season. She waves her hand over the desk, revealing a legal contract. ''"I think this would be good for someone of your caliber. The offer is standing until you leave the room. But if you do, you'll have my full support going forward in your career."'' This... is a very particular contract. It states that you will work as a housekeeper for the manor, and in exchange learn the secrets of magic as the mistress' apprentice. To start your journey, you will finish becoming a mouse person. Quick of wit and soft to boot, cute as a button and fun sized. You sign, and your world revolves for a few seconds. Your body fills with light, floating gently above the floor as your shell is re-arranged to fit. The nourishment you partook of in the kitchen expands tenfold, blossoming into luscious fur and a wonderful set of ears. Your fingers and toes stretch out, long and grasping, even as your snoot becomes the most adorable thing in the county. You land, paws settling on the floor. Your clothes completely fall off, and you seem to be no more than three feet tall. You blush, but she doesn't seem to be too bothered by it. ''"Excellent. I've never had a small minion before. We'll see what it's like. Who knows? Maybe you might grow into something very impressive."'' Sweet. ''"Indeed. Now then, go see the butler about getting set up with clothing. He'll show you to your bedroom as well."'' You walk out of the office, chittering happily. Your whiskers swish in the wind, and your nose does the little wiggle. Yes. Yesssss! [[You did it!->Game Start]]

You shake your head, not quite wanting to try anything too crazy yet. ''"Restraint is good, yes. Do remember to actually dip your toes in the water though. Magic needs to be experienced, embraced. Even if you take your time picking out exactly the right flavor, it wouldn't do to not eat."'' No. No it wouldn't. She waves her hand over the desk, revealing a legal contract. ''"I think this would be good for someone of your caliber. The offer is standing until you leave the room. But if you do, you'll have my full support going forward in your career."'' This... is a very particular contracts. They state that you will work as a housekeeper for the manor, and in exchange learn the secrets of magic as the mistress' apprentice. You will keep your tail, as a reminder of the possibilities before you. You sign, and your world revolves for a few seconds. But then all is settled, and you feel... stable. Confident. Like nothing in the manor will try and trip you up anymore. That's a relief. ''"Excellent. We'll discuss terms and conditions once I get them written up. For now, simply know that being a mostly human mage is... rare. Most people tend to be colored by the concepts they desire and embody. To keep to your mortal shell is a unique gift, but one that will attract attention."'' Is... is it a superpower? ''"Not quite. More that it leaves you unlimited. You can partake of any type of magic you wish, where others would be unable to wield energies that go against their nature. You can suspend your disbelief, put yourself in the role you wish to take, and use it for your own ends."'' Sweet. ''"Indeed. Now then, go see the butler about getting set up with clothing. He'll show you to your bedroom as well."'' You walk out of the office, confident and passionate. Yes. Yesssss! [[You did it!->Game Start]]

Later that day, you're lying in your new bed. //Your// new bed, you get to live here and everything. Your tail tips over the edge of the bed, and you stare up at the ceiling past your snoot. This... this is nice. It's new, but it's freeing. You feel like any hardship will just wash off you like water on your scales. You'll make it work, and you'll have friends to help you along the way. Curling under the blankets, you smile a deep smile, and slowly fade into dream. Tomorrow's a big day, after all. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

You tap your foot insistently. Um... yes? This whole... situation. Needs to be filled. With dick. She laughs, a bombastic tomboy laugh, as she takes her paw off the desk. Snapping her fingers, you feel an instant sense of relief and weight in your pants. There. That's... okay that's a little bigger than before but you won't judge. ''"You're a bit boring, to be honest. But someone with that level of care and caution, wisdom beyond their ken... that's a very rare gift. Not very magical, of course, but we can certainly work on that."'' She waves her hand over the desk, revealing a contract. ''"I think this would be good for someone of your caliber. The offer is standing until you leave the room. But if you do, you'll have my full support going forward in your career."'' This... is a very particular contract. It states that you will work as a housekeeper for the manor, and in exchange learn the secrets of magic as the mistress' apprentice. It does, indeed, declare that you are allowed to have your dick, and that your form should take priority towards restoring it in the event it gets up and walks away again. Great. [[Become a Human Mage]]

It's... strange. Somehow, being freed of your gender frees you of... a lot of things, really. Your body doesn't need passion, it doesn't need a focused outlet. It simply needs to be the car that you drive, the bicycle that you ride, the avatar that you inhabit. She nods understandingly, and waves her hand over the desk, revealing a legal contract. ''"I think this would be good for someone of your caliber. The offer is standing until you leave the room. But if you do, you'll have my full support going forward in your career."'' This... is a very particular contract. It states that you will work as a housekeeper for the manor, and in exchange learn the secrets of magic as the mistress' apprentice. You will be a null, tempered in passion but consistent in wit. You sign, and your world revolves for a few seconds. But then all is settled, and you feel... stable. Confident. Like nothing in the manor will try and trip you up anymore. That's a relief. ''"Excellent. We'll discuss terms and conditions once I get them written up. For now, simply know that being a human mage is... rare. Most people tend to be colored by the concepts they desire and embody. To keep to your mortal shell is a unique gift, but one that will attract attention."'' Is... is it a superpower? ''"Not quite. More that it leaves you unlimited. You can partake of any type of magic you wish, where others would be unable to wield energies that go against their nature. You can suspend your disbelief, put yourself in the role you wish to take, and use it for your own ends."'' Sweet. ''"Indeed. Now then, go see the butler about getting set up with clothing. He'll show you to your bedroom as well."'' You walk out of the office, confident and passionate. Yes. Yesssss! [[You did it!->Game Start]]

The office is quite impressive, and you whistle a bit as you enter. A mighty rug holding a deep mahogany desk, bookshelves lined with arcane tomes, and a cushy armchair currently occupied by a fox lady. A kitsune, you suppose, as her three tails brush the floor idly. She has a paw on her desk, reclining backwards in her chair. She's rather nicely dressed for the occasion, and you start to feel a little underprepared. ''"Well then. What did you think of the manor?"'' Her voice is clear, with a hard commanding edge, and you get the feeling this is someone who says exactly what they mean to say. ''"I appear to be a pony." "An adorable one at that. How is it treating you?" "Not... bad? I do miss my pants."'' It's a bit drafty, even with the fur and tail. You have this odd feeling of... showing off to anyone standing right behind you. ''"And magically speaking?"'' That part you definitely are still working on. When you want to move something, you simply will it to move. When you stare closely at an object, you can see exactly what makes it tick. And if you sing a little song while you work, the whole world starts to sing along with you. ''"Excellent. I've never had a unicorn on staff before, but as you can see they take quite well to the arcane arts."'' And... the housekeeping aspects of the job? ''"Well, you'll still need to do that. Still, I find that magikinetic minions are the best at cleaning. You can scrub without tools, or getting your hands dirty."'' You hold up one of your hooves, staring at it. Hands. Right. ''"Reaching tall spaces, carrying things regardless of their shape. I dare say you'll find it far easier than you did as a human."'' [[Sweet.]]

The office is quite impressive, and you wave happily as you enter. A mighty rug holding a deep mahogany desk, bookshelves lined with arcane tomes, and a cushy armchair currently occupied by a fox lady. A kitsune, you suppose, as her three tails brush the floor idly. She has a paw on her desk, reclining backwards in her chair. She's rather nicely dressed for the occasion, and you start to feel a little underprepared. ''"Oh dear. You uh... had a little to drink before coming, didn't you?"'' Well, you didn't //mean// to. It was just sooo good, and then you had a little more, and a little more, and now you feel like your tits are about to take off into space. Is that normal? ''"It's certainly problematic. I do need my housekeepers to have a little self restraint."'' Awww. But it's so FUN like this. You lean over, allowing your head to hang near her. Cmon. Pet! It's so soft now. She... very slowly pets your head. Walks around closer and pulls you back up straight. The mistress sighs, and accepts ''"Well, I suppose we'll have to make do with this."'' [[The Magical Party Girl]]

The office is quite impressive, and you whistle a bit as you enter. A mighty rug holding a deep mahogany desk, bookshelves lined with arcane tomes, and a cushy armchair currently occupied by a fox lady. A kitsune, you suppose, as her three tails brush the floor idly. She has a paw on her desk, reclining backwards in her chair. She's rather nicely dressed for the occasion, and you start to feel a little underprepared. ''"Well then. What did you think of the manor?"'' Her voice is clear, with a hard commanding edge, and you get the feeling this is someone who says exactly what they mean to say. ''"My legs are all goated." "As well as other things, yes. Let's have a look at you..."'' She walks around you, smiling and nodding and blushing just a little. You're very easy on the eyes, and the way your tail sticks out just a tad from that nice ass... mmm. Yes, good. ''"As you may have seen, our gardener Silas is a wonderful man, but he's very tame. Give him some plants to play with and a bottle of wine, and he'll be utterly complacent. You, on the other hand, show initiative. You take action, you do what you feel you need to do. A bit less of a connection with the earth than he does, but that libertine spirit is excellent for doing magic, whatever the style."'' So... do you get the job? ''"Perhaps. Perhaps. The question is... what sort of job do you want?"'' [[Lord Of The Grove]] [[Human/Satyr Relationships]]

The office is quite impressive, and you whistle a bit as you enter. A mighty rug holding a deep mahogany desk, bookshelves lined with arcane tomes, and a cushy armchair currently occupied by a fox lady. A kitsune, you suppose, as her three tails brush the floor idly. She has a paw on her desk, reclining backwards in her chair. She's rather nicely dressed for the occasion, and you start to feel a little underprepared. ''"Well then. What did you think of the manor?"'' Her voice is clear, with a hard commanding edge, and you get the feeling this is someone who says exactly what they mean to say. Your ears perk up, and you bounce a little on your paws. ''"I'm a doggy!" "Ah, but the important question is... are you a good doggy?"'' She walks around, but mostly uses it as an excuse to pet you. Excellent, good! You sit down, rolling over and letting her have her way with your tum. Oooh! Your leg starts to kick reflexively, and your tail is waggling almost as much as you are. ''"Haha. You //are// a good dog. Yes you are!"'' Everything in your entire life has led up to this moment. All worries fade away, and you are pleased to be the good dog. It's one thing to think you're a good dog, yet far more impressive for someone to confirm that it is true. [[Some Restraint Is Required]] [[The Manor's New Doggy]]

You are quite impressive, and the mistress whistles a bit as you enter. She's a foxy lady, a kitsune, you suppose, as her three tails brush the floor with increasing interest. ''"Now this is a surprise. I never was one for the blue drinks, but it seems that you take to it quite well."'' You wiggle and jiggle, allowing your candy mass to fluctuate slightly as you take a seat. Seats are more comfortable when you can shape your butt to match its shape. ''"So truth be told... I'm not sure what to do with you."'' Uh oh. "Candy creatures tend to, well... not be the best housekeepers. At least from a humanoid perspective. You and cleaning chemicals don't mix, you see." What... what happens if you try? ------ A mental image fills your brain, of a red candy girl spewing forth out of a science fair volcano. ''"I rise from the earth!"'', she cries, and the humans run in terror. Her partner is facepalming. Could... could you not? The candy girl's legs erupt with the baking soda, and she rockets all around the showroom. Everyone is drenched in strawberry syrup. This is such a mess. They'll be here all night. ------ ''"That... that was a thing that happened. A long time ago."'' (if:$APType is "Blue Male")[[[High Arcana Corn Syrup->BlueMaleMage]] ](if:$APType is "Blue Male")[[[Cuddle and Snuggle->BlueMalePet]] ](if:$APType is "Blue Female")[[[High Arcana Corn Syrup->BlueFemaleMage]] ](if:$APType is "Blue Female")[[[Cuddle and Snuggle->BlueFemalePet]] ]

The office is quite impressive, and you whistle a bit as you enter. A mighty rug holding a deep mahogany desk, bookshelves lined with arcane tomes, and a cushy armchair currently occupied by a fox lady. A kitsune, you suppose, as her three tails brush the floor idly. She has a paw on her desk, reclining backwards in her chair. She's rather nicely dressed for the occasion, and you start to feel a little underprepared. ''"Well then. What did you think of the manor?"'' Her voice is clear, with a hard commanding edge, and you get the feeling this is someone who says exactly what they mean to say. You wave your wings to the side, and flutter up and down a bit. This sends the papers and books of the office fluttering away as well, but you feel it's worth it. ''"Majestic, yes. Lovely plumage. I was wondering when I'd find a use for that old coat."'' So it's not yours? ''"Well, it's yours now. I never was much one for being a bird, but you take to it quite naturally. Poise, grace, dexterity. You have a keen understanding of how to move, and how to make reality move for you."'' Did you move it enough to get the job? ''"I'm not sure housework suits you, to be honest. That said, there's definitely a great power welling within, and I think it would be a shame to let that go to waste."'' She waves her hand over the desk, revealing a legal contract. ''"I think this would be good for someone of your caliber. The offer is standing until you leave the room. But if you do, you'll have my full support going forward in your career."'' This... is a very particular contract. It states that you will live and help around the house as you can, but your primary role is that of the mistress' magical apprentice. You are to learn hard and study well, but your talents and creations shall be yours alone. [[Bird Is The Word]]

The office is quite impressive, and you whistle a bit as you enter. A mighty rug holding a deep mahogany desk, bookshelves lined with arcane tomes, and a cushy armchair currently occupied by a fox lady. A kitsune, you suppose, as her three tails brush the floor idly. She has a paw on her desk, reclining backwards in her chair. She's rather nicely dressed for the occasion, and you start to feel a little underprepared. "Well then. What did you think of the manor?" Her voice is clear, with a hard commanding edge, and you get the feeling this is someone who says exactly what they mean to say. "You have a strange taste in pets." "Yes. The cat is the sort of person who is useful at the strangest of times, and refuses to be helpful anytime else. Though you and he seem to have created someone interesting here..." She gets up, looking you over. "Fascinating. You're reasonably human, but a rather feral, wild sort of human. No overriding instincts. No magical inclinations beyond resilience to the elements." She runs a finger under your ear, flicking up the little tuft. "Perhaps a northern climate about you, but otherwise rather simple." Is... that good? "It's certainly unique. Most people tend to be colored by the concepts they desire and embody. To become a magical creature while still retaining that which makes you human..." Is... is it a superpower? "Hah. Not yet, I don't think. You'll need to learn, to train and grow in confidence. But yes, I think you'll be a very interesting housekeeper." [[Aww yis.]]

The office is quite impressive, and you whistle a bit as you enter. A mighty rug holding a deep mahogany desk, bookshelves lined with arcane tomes, and a cushy armchair currently occupied by a fox lady. A kitsune, you suppose, as her three tails brush the floor idly. She has a paw on her desk, reclining backwards in her chair. She's rather nicely dressed for the occasion, and you start to feel a little underprepared. ''"Well then. What did you think of the manor?" ''Her voice is clear, with a hard commanding edge, and you get the feeling this is someone who says exactly what they mean to say. ''"I appear to be a noodle." "A very fetching one at that. Let's see..."'' She has you get into all sorts of poses. You bring your tail up in front of you to lean on, like furniture. You spin around until your everything is dizzy. She casts a freezing blob of ice(cold!), and you watch it slide harmlessly off your scales. ''"Excellent. Adaptability. Ease. A natural resilience towards spells that would hold you in place."'' Is... is that good? ''"It's certainly not bad. Naga tend to be slow spellcasters, but safe ones. You go at your own pace, your own shape, and sometimes find interesting avenues of exploration that other spellcasters might recoil from."'' And... the job? ''"Hmm. I think you'll need to get used to your shape first. I suspect that you could do more harm than good right now, knocking things off accidentally."'' You hold your tail self-consciously. It... it's a good boy. It means well. ''"But we'll certainly give it a shot. I'll have you on probation for a few weeks, paid, and if all goes well we'll move you up to full housekeeping duties. In addition to your studies, of course.'' [[Wiggle wiggle wiggle.]]

The office is quite impressive, and you whistle a bit as you enter. A mighty rug holding a deep mahogany desk, bookshelves lined with arcane tomes, and a cushy armchair currently occupied by a fox lady. A kitsune, you suppose, as her three tails brush the floor idly. She has a paw on her desk, reclining backwards in her chair. She's rather nicely dressed for the occasion, and you start to feel a little underprepared. ''"Well then. What did you think of the manor?" ''Her voice is clear, with a hard commanding edge, and you get the feeling this is someone who says exactly what they mean to say. Your ears perk up, and you bounce a little on your paws. ''"I'm a bunny!" "Yes, quite nice. Let's have a look at you."'' She walks around, but mostly uses it as an excuse to pet you. Stop that! I am the night! But it does feel very nice, especially when she scritches behind the ears. ''"The real purpose of letting you have a run around was to see what sort of magic you take to. The manor isn't usually this contagious, but on application day I supercharge it a little. Give it a bit of extra juice, and every little facet of the place tries to recruit You into being one of them."'' So... what does a rabbit mean? ''"Agility. Passion. When something strikes your fancy, you take to it with astounding force. Of course, you're small and delicate, but most would consider that a plus."'' She tickles under the chin, and your foot thumps uncontrollably. Mmm. Does... that mean you get to be magical? ''"You already are! I wouldn't have called you here if you weren't the impressionable type. You take to magic readily, bringing it within yourself. And with a little push, your self can be brought out for all to see.'' [[A Reasonable Bunny Hero]] [[The Manor's New Pet]]

The office is quite impressive, and you whistle a bit as you enter. A mighty rug holding a deep mahogany desk, bookshelves lined with arcane tomes, and a cushy armchair currently occupied by a fox lady. A kitsune, you suppose, as her three tails brush the floor idly. She has a paw on her desk, reclining backwards in her chair. She's rather nicely dressed for the occasion, and you start to feel a little underprepared. ''"Well then. What did you think of the manor?"'' Her voice is clear, with a hard commanding edge, and you get the feeling this is someone who says exactly what they mean to say. You flutter about, before settling on the armchair. It's quite large comapred to you, and you only barely peer over the arms. ''"I'm small." "Sometimes the best things come in small packages, little fae."'' She walks around, but mostly uses it as an excuse to pet you. Stop that! I am the night! But it does feel very nice, especially when she scritches behind the ears. ''"A good penchant for magikinesis. Basic elementalism. Mostly you serve to augment the magical power of those around you, to see what they cannot and control what they cannot concentrate directly on."'' Is... is that good? ''"Well, I don't think you'll be doing much housework. But as far as an apprentice, I think you'll take much more of a field duty than I was expecting. You'll come with me when I need to handle affairs in the mortal world, and learn all the tricks of the trade. I haven't had a familiar in a long time, but perhaps now is the time to try once again."'' [[Impatient Fluttering]]

The office is quite impressive, and you whistle a bit as you enter. A mighty rug holding a deep mahogany desk, bookshelves lined with arcane tomes, and a cushy armchair currently occupied by a fox lady. A kitsune, you suppose, as her three tails brush the floor idly. She has a paw on her desk, reclining backwards in her chair. She's rather nicely dressed for the occasion, and you start to feel a little underprepared. ''"Well then. What did you think of the manor?"'' Her voice is clear, with a hard commanding edge, and you get the feeling this is someone who says exactly what they mean to say. You clink your crystal hooves on the floor for emphasis. The room is bathed in a lovely light show, courtesy of the sunlight refracting through your entire translucent body. You scowl a little, but she only laughs. Perhaps you look adorable rather than intimidating. ''"Yes, you've certainly turned out quite unique. I had you come today because you have a deep talent for taking in magic, allowing it to shape you and you to shape it. I didn't expect you to take it quite so literally."'' What... even are you? She gets up, walks around you. Taps you occasionally, pleased at the chiming noise that makes. ''"A unicorn, by any standard, though one made of crystal entirely. No biology, and indeed most all your features are muted."'' You grumble a little at the talk of No Gender. You don't feel exposed, per se, but there's definitely a sort of smoothness about your rear end that wasn't in the manual. ''"Let's try something here. Sing a song for me."'' What. ''"Just a simple tune, something about the type of person you want to be."'' [[A Shaper Of Magic]] [[A Bold Stallion]] [[A Powerful Mare]]

The office is quite impressive, and you whistle a bit as you enter. A mighty rug holding a deep mahogany desk, bookshelves lined with arcane tomes, and a cushy armchair currently occupied by a fox lady. A kitsune, you suppose, as her three tails brush the floor idly. She has a paw on her desk, reclining backwards in her chair. She's rather nicely dressed for the occasion, and you start to feel a little underprepared. ''"Well then. What did you think of the manor?"'' Her voice is clear, with a hard commanding edge, and you get the feeling this is someone who says exactly what they mean to say. You bounce up and down happily. ''"I'm a wiggle!" "Yes, I can see that. Do you think you can be a productive wiggle?"'' As long as you get to keep being a wiggle, you'll do whatever is needed! ''"Excellent. Easy to manage, eager to please. Not overly inclined towards magic, but I was more interested in a houseworker this time around."'' So... are you a good otter? ''"We'll take it one day at a time. Try to rein in that excitement a bit, and I'll make sure to order lots of seafood."'' You scamper up and over her desk, wrapping around her in a great big hug. Boundless energy, unlimited passion. You don't think work will tire you out in the slightest. [[This Clam is My Clam]]

The tiger is quite impressive, and the mistress whistles a bit as you enter. She's a foxy lady, a kitsune, you suppose, as her three tails brush the floor with increasing interest. ''"Now this is a surprise. I expected the old tiger to come wandering in, but it seems you've taken him as your own."'' You shrug, which is very impressive when a tiger does it. The tiger-skin is now a tiger hoodie, large and impressive with lots of comfort. For your part, you're just a tiger. //Just// a tiger, massive and huge with great power and rippling muscles. But for all your might, she comes over and sits down next to you. Wraps an arm around you. Scritches behind the ears, and you purr uncontrollably. That... that's good. ''"So I don't think a feral tiger is good for housekeeping. Certainly not without any magikinesis. But for someone of your might, there's a lot we can do. If you're interested, of course."'' You lean into her tickling, and smile happily. Well.. if you insist... [[Guardian of the Manor]] [[The Magical Kitty Harem]]

The office is quite impressive, and you whistle a bit as you enter. A mighty rug holding a deep mahogany desk, bookshelves lined with arcane tomes, and a cushy armchair currently occupied by a fox lady. A kitsune, you suppose, as her three tails brush the floor idly. She has a paw on her desk, reclining backwards in her chair. She's rather nicely dressed for the occasion, and you start to feel a little underprepared. ''"Well then. What did you think of the manor?"'' Her voice is clear, with a hard commanding edge, and you get the feeling this is someone who says exactly what they mean to say. ''"Your flowers are contagious, addictive, and have the bad luck of residing in a very cursed gazebo." "Yes. The gazebo I bought as a portal to other realms, but as you've seen it gets a little..."'' She doesn't finish the sentence. Any single word she could use to describe it wouldn't be enough. ''"That said, you seem to have come out quite alright."'' She gets up, looking you over. ''"Fascinating. You're reasonably human, but a rather feral, wild sort of human. No overriding instincts. No magical inclinations beyond resilience to the elements."'' She runs a finger under your ear, flicking up the little tuft. ''"Perhaps a tropical climate about you, but otherwise rather simple."'' Is... that good? ''"It's certainly unique. Most people tend to be colored by the concepts they desire and embody. To become a magical creature while still retaining that which makes you human..."'' Is... is it a superpower? ''"Hah. Not yet, I don't think. You'll need to learn, to train and grow in confidence. But yes, I think you'll be a very interesting housekeeper."'' [[The Flowers Grow]]

Later that day, you're lying in your new bed. //Your// new bed, you get to live here and everything. There's something strange about being fuzzy around the edges, like you can feel things happen before they're meant to. You know the cat is coming before they even open the door, and you wave as they enter. "I see you'll be staying with us." Something like that, yes. "Well, don't let the mistress take too much of you. I'll greatly enjoy experimenting on you." With you. "Keep telling yourself that. Sometimes the best experiments are the ones that can tell you what they know." He leaves, but not without making an impression. Seems you'll have your pick of teachers in this magical world. For now, you turn over and go to sleep. Tomorrow's a big day, after all. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

Later that day, you're lying in your new bed. //Your// new bed, you get to live here and everything. The bed is quite large, and even when stretched out you don't feel quite as tall as you used to. The horn, mercifully, isn't sharp, and you seem to instinctually avoid smashing it in the covers. The world is strange, and large. But deep inside, you've found a power that answers it back, without having to be ferocious or deadly. You start to hum a tune about getting ready for bed, and all your belongings helpfully dance their way into their proper places. Curling under the blankets, you smile a deep smile, and slowly fade into dream. Tomorrow's a big day, after all. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

You let loose your sound, vibrating and reverberating as if you yourself are the instrument. Your sight tunnels, and your hearing fades until all you can hear is the sound of magic. There's... sounds in the room, sounds all around, and you are the speaker from which they play. You arpeggio, you cadence, and with a powerful crescendo you hit the high notes. Wham. You open your eyes once more, only to find that you’re lying on the ground. Rather… immobile as it were. The mistress is towering over you, and she picks you up with a gentle touch. You’re long, smooth and flowing. A staff of crystal, but one with great curves and a bewildering amount of spinning layers. Color flows within you, around you, and from the moment her claws touch your stem you feel the power within her as well. ''“Curious. Very curious. It will need training, for sure, but it’s quite impressive. Most people who become magical artifacts simply lose themselves to it, but I think you can pick yourself back up now. If you want.”'' You do, yes. Slowly, gently, you unfold yourself. Hooves stretch out and clink on the floor, and you shake your mane free as the orb of the staff congeals back into a proper pony face. ''“Excellent. Well then. If nothing else, I’d like to study you. Paid, of course. Don’t worry about the housework, dear. We’ll get to that in due time.”'' [[Yay?]]

You whinny angrily, and a blue light flares within you. Slowly your features start to express themselves; a chiseled jawline and a solid flank. A thicker frame and a deeper voice. Your dick returns, but it's not quite in the human shape you're used to. Ah well. Its mere presence fills you with a sense of security, and you think it'll be alright as long as you don't let it wander off again. ''"Fascinating. A talent for shapeshifting, expressed through song. Not a species-shifter, like most, but more about changing your outline and tone."'' Is... that good? You take a few tentative steps, before sitting down on your haunches. There's... little testicles there, by the sheath, but they're as solid and immobile as the rest of you. You're not sure what they're there for, other than decoration. Odd. ''"Well it's not bad. With some training I'm sure you'll be doing a lot more than just that. For now, take some time to get accustomed to your new form. Find new ways to exist, new shapes to take. Don't worry about the housework for now. You can be a paid understudy, until you're ready to take all that on."'' [[Yay?]]

You sing a deep powerful note, and a purple light flares within you. Slowly your features start to express themselves; a smooth jawline and a deeply curved flank. A slender frame and a resonant voice. There's a moment where your sound quivers, as your rear end pushes inwards slightly, creating a passage where none had been before. Eep! ''"Fascinating. A talent for shapeshifting, expressed through song. Not a species-shifter, like most, but more about changing your outline and tone."'' Is... that good? You take a few tentative steps, before sitting down on your haunches. There's... little nubs there, by the slit, but they're as solid and immobile as the rest of you. You're not sure what they're there for, other than decoration. Odd. ''"Well it's not bad. With some training I'm sure you'll be doing a lot more than just that. For now, take some time to get accustomed to your new form. Find new ways to exist, new shapes to take. Don't worry about the housework for now. You can be a paid understudy, until you're ready to take all that on."'' [[Yay?]]

Later that day, you're lying in your new bed. //Your// new bed, you get to live here and everything. The feeling of soft fleece on your crystal body is unusual, but not unwelcome. The world is strange, and large. But deep inside, you've found a power that answers it back, without having to be ferocious or deadly. You start to hum a gentle nocturne, a lullubye that turns all the lights off and gently curls you into a small sphere of crystal. You're asleep long before you ever finish singing, and the song continues even while you dream. You don't know what you're becoming, but you know you'll make it yours. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

Later that day, you're lying in your new bed. On your bed. Around your bed. You kinda just flop everywhere when you get tired, and there's a lot of you to flop. The mistress suggests having a large nest of pillows and blankets eventually, but for now you're stuck with the human-sized guest bed. Phhhhbt. Things are stranger than you expected. You're long, and not everything is meant for you to be long. But you're also thin, when you want to be, and you can wrap many of you around a problem as needed. It just takes a bit of creativity, ingenuity, and practice. Throwing a second blanket over your exposed bits, you spin around several times in place before snuggling into slumber. As long as you don't tie yourself in a knot while sleeping, things are going to be okay. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

Later that day, you're lying in your new bed. //Your// new bed, you get to live here and everything. The bed is quite large, and even when stretched out you don't feel quite as tall as you used to. Your tail wiggles and thumps under the covers, and you suspect that most everything on the bed will have fallen off during the night. The world is strange, and large. But deep inside, you've found an inner passion that ensures you'll always be at 110% when you face it down. You boop your snoot, and know that everything is going to be alright. If not, you'll make it alright. With love. Curling under the blankets, you smile a deep smile, and slowly fade into dream. Tomorrow's a big day, after all. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

You perch on top of the manor, watching the sun rise. It's been a week now, and you've started to get the hang of things. Holding out your hand, you call forth a rush of wind that rustles the treetops down below. The air isn't very forceful today, and you'll need to bring a bit of your own. That said... You leap off the precipice, wings flaring out to catch the breeze. You float quite reasonably, until you kick in your own magic to send you careening to the sky at unsafe speeds. Flick your goggles on, and soar to ever greater heights. Down below, a human is wandering. They see you, and aren't quite sure what to make of you. You stare, eyes peering intently even from this distance. Hmm... just a nature-lover, not someone who wants to BE part of nature. Ah well. Maybe another day you'll find someone to try changing. For now, you're more than satisfied with how you're changing. The world is at your command, and there is no obstacle that you can't fly past. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

It's been a month now, and you wave goodbye to the mistress as you head out into the world. While your magic has grown, so has your need to use it for justice. The mistress is currently sub-contracting you out, to see if you can truly help humans in need(or if you need to level more first). The children's hospital is a sad place. They cover it in balloons and paintings, but you can feel the sorrow from within. But when the littlest cancer patient sees you enter, there's a genuine joy on their face. Sometimes they just need someone to talk to, and sometimes they just need someone to pet. You can be both! You tell them great tales, of places far beyond these walls, even as you slowly start to mingle your natural regeneration powers into their own lifeforce. They're feeling a little better, though you'll need to come a lot more before they really get over the hill. For now, you've got a lovely tale to tell them. The Brave Rabbit. This one stars you! You've been here before, and now it's time to let your actions inspire others. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

You yawn and streeeetch. The sun is up, but that doesn't really mean anything to you. You go where you please, and cuddle with whomever needs it the most. Truth be told, your magical studies have been... lax of late. It's just so much easier to cuddle with the cat rather than read your spellbook. You haven't worn clothing in over a week, and already you're starting to forget all about silly human notions of prudishness. The mistress wraps a paw around you, dragging you deeper into the covers. Nooo! Hugs, your one weakness. She tickles you gently, on your chest and down below. Oh, it's gonna be that kind of day, is it? Well, you're certainly capable of doing that. The mistress needs to be at her best before work, after all, and sometimes that means working out the horny itch. Reaching out a paw, you gently will the bedroom door to close. Shoo! If you want to come inside, you'll have to be a bunny too. What's that? You're interested? Well, just fill out this application. We're still looking for a housekeeper... [[You did it!->Game Start]]

''"Now listen here. Your... employer has been a thorn in my side for who knows how long."'' The hunter cocks his shotgun for emphasis, but there's a trembling in his words. ''"And we can't... can't let this situation go on now. You hear?"'' Oh, you hear. You laugh, and the hunter doesn't quite wet himself in terror. Almost. You stalk towards him, never doing anything but smiling, never doing anything but being a peaceful greeter. 600 pounds of greet, you suppose, but that's just how it goes. He fires. The bullets don't even so much as tickle you, and you bite the shotgun from his grasp. Chomp. Ewww... what do you polish this thing with? Gross. He makes to run, but you roar a mighty roar, and he freezes in place. He... he can't move, why can't he...? But you place a paw on him, push the frozen man to the ground. You stare deeply into his eyes, and he just... he wanted to be brave. He wanted to be bold. But more and more he's feeling like a little kitten, lost and in need of guidance. You teach him the tricks of the trade. He doesn't needs these silly clothes, he needs a coat of fur. He doesn't need to speak words of deceit, he needs to purr and mewl like a kitten. A tail would certainly go a long way to making things better, yes. You push your paw down on his crotch, and he moans desperately as the little dick just smooshes away into flat skin, easily hidden by soft fur. Perhaps if they're respectful, you might make them into a nice pussycat. For now, mean hunters don't deserve their dick, do they? You take him inside, biting gently on the nape. The mistress is amused, but reminds you that you don't have anywhere to put them. They'll have to stay with you tonight. You're alright with that. Perhaps it'll teach the hunter some manners. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

The human stares at you, not quite sure if he can trust the sight before him. But you purr invitingly, and slowly he overcomes his doubt. Clothing is cast aside, and he begins to approach slowly, then to fall on all fours. By the time he reaches you, there isn't much of a human left. You've started a service, taking in these wayward souls. You show them comfort, allow them freedom from their harsh lives, and teach them how to be just a little contagious. Most are cats, but you have been known to branch out to other species when need be. Some of them you keep. There's quite a lot of furballs around the manor now, personal apprentices that you teach the higher rites of kitty magic to. For now, you stare at the news, reports continuing about a tidal wave of people turning into animals out in town. That couldn't //possibly// have anything to do with you now. You're here, safe and snug. If your wayward transformees happen to share their gift with the world now... that's their crime, isn't it? The cat leans into your embrace a little more, as you stroke them gently. They're your favorite, and it didn't take long for them to understand who was really in charge around here. You don't ask for much. Obedience. No clothing. Cuddles. The house is a happy place, and you are a happy master. [[You did it!->Game Start]]

It's covention season, and the mistress is eager to show you off to all the other witches. There's so many of them here, in all shapes and sizes. ''"Well well. Looks like you finally got another familiar. Kinda small looking, aren't they?"'' You hold up your paws, and call for quiet. Slowly, gently you approach the mean witch. You touch her nose... and steal it. ''"Aaaaahhh! How dare you?" "My nose now."'' She tries her best to catch you, but as mentioned... you're quite small. You do victory laps around the poor lady even as the mistress loses herself in laughter. You haven't been doing much hero work, lately. The forest around the manor has been cleared of cretins, and you managed to exorcise that vile gazebo ''from the grounds. The only thing missing is... "Oh! Sorry, didn't see you there. Kinda rare to find another, even at a covention."'' Oh gosh. There is a blue nimbat flying around. He looks small and precious, yet filled with an inner conviction that shows he's definitely at least mid-level. You have the vapours. ''"Um... hello? You home?"'' Yes. Yes you're hot. Home! Horny. One of those three. Yes. [[You Did It!->Game Start]]

It's... strange. Somehow, being a girl frees you of... a lot of things. It's a bit bouncier in front, and in back really. But it's lighter over all, like you don't need to try as hard to simply move around. You rotate instead of push, you're present emotionally instead of watching the experiences of those around you... you wouldn't call it perfect, but it's a lot better than what you had going before. She nods understandingly, and waves her hand over the desk, revealing a legal contract. ''"I think this would be good for someone of your caliber. The offer is standing until you leave the room. But if you do, you'll have my full support going forward in your career."'' This... is a very particular contract. It states that you will work as a housekeeper for the manor, and in exchange learn the secrets of magic as the mistress' apprentice. You will continue to be a girl, and have all your documentation updated retroactively, should you need to partake of the human world again. You sign, and your world revolves for a few seconds. But then all is settled, and you feel... stable. Confident. Like nothing in the manor will try and trip you up anymore. That's a relief. ''"Excellent. We'll discuss terms and conditions once I get them written up. For now, simply know that being a human mage is... rare. Most people tend to be colored by the concepts they desire and embody. To keep to your mortal shell is a unique gift, but one that will attract attention."'' Is... is it a superpower? ''"Not quite. More that it leaves you unlimited. You can partake of any type of magic you wish, where others would be unable to wield energies that go against their nature. You can suspend your disbelief, put yourself in the role you wish to take, and use it for your own ends."'' Sweet. ''"Indeed. Now then, go see the butler about getting set up with clothing. He'll show you to your bedroom as well."'' You walk out of the office, confident and passionate. Yes. Yesssss! [[You did it!->Game Start]]

''"Yes! You got it! Be who you were meant to be!"'' It's a month later, and you're running the human outreach class at the manor. The mistress has all but given up on trying to get a housekeeper, ever since you corrupted the last two who came seeking a job. There's now a variety of undressed people living here, learning magic and occasionally having a lot of sex. She insists this is //"your fault"//, but how can it be your fault if it's a good thing? You finish helping your new person change. For reasons known only to them, they wanted to be a part of something greater, and you don't know anything greater than yourself. They're slowly shrinking in now, mind emptying and filling up with all your wonderful personality traits. They'll still remember who they were, what they were, but it'll be so soft to try and act like that boorish man who came in earlier. You think you'll give her kitty ears. Big ones to go with the big breasts. Yessss... good. You have no idea where you're going to put this one. Maybe she can sleep in your bed for now! That... that's what you were going to do anyway, but it can be official. Yay! [[You did it!->Game Start]]

You yawn and streeeetch. The sun is up, but that doesn't really mean anything to you. You go where you please, and cuddle with whomever needs it the most. Truth be told, you don't make for a very good housekeeper. Or a good mage. Or a good employee at all, really. But you do make for a good dog, and sometimes that's all that's required. ------ ''“Sorry, the mistress is out doing the grocery shopping! She told me to help anyone who showed up early, and let you know that exploring the estate before the interview is a good idea.”'' It's a week later, and the next applicant has come in. The butler is taking the day off, but you wear a butler coat pretty well! The new applicant is petting you, and seems to be far more relaxed in her position than you were. Dogs are great stress relief! ''"I've never met a talking dog before." "Well I've never been a talking dog before! We can learn together." "Can... can //I// be a talking dog?"'' You get on all fours and run around happily. ''"Oh! Oh yes. I can teach you all the new tricks."'' [[You did it!->Game Start]]

The more she pets you, the more you feel like this is really all that's required. As long as they'll let you stay here... you probably don't need much more than that. ''"It's your call. You do seem very lovable."'' It's true! And before you can even speak your mind, your mind seems to speak on your behalf. You watch as the clothes slowly melt away off your body, as your spine adjusts and your legs get in just the right shape for running on all fours ALL the time. You bark happily, and demand more petting. More! It's been a week now, and you patrol the grounds with zest. A new applicant is coming, yes they are! You are a little sad, as this means they might take your housekeeper bed. But that's okay. It's //way// too big for a golden retriever like you, and if they're really nice they'll let you sleep with them! The mistress chuckles upon hearing that, but you're not sure why. There's nothing lewd about it at all! People sleep better with good dogs around. It's scientific fact. Oooh! Oooh ooh! The car! The car is coming. You bounce up and down by the gate, eagerly awaiting your new toy. The toy is also a human, but perhaps not for long. If you make a good impression, they'll want to be a dog too, and then you'll really have fun. [[You Did It!->Game Start]]

''"Now hold still. We need exact charge on this one."'' You grumble to yourself as you sit inside a large cauldron. Electrodes have been placed inside your ears, and you feel vaguely charged. The thaumeter is bouncing around 120 yonts of power, and it only takes half a minute or so before it settles to exactly that amount. ''"That's a lot of yonts." "Indeed. You did have like... how many sodas last night?" "Just the orange ones." "Just the... there were 10." "And now there are none. The perfect murder."'' The lab crackles to life as the mistress flips the switch. Power. More power! And at last... a violent discharge. You emanate a massive cloud of smoke, and feel the sugar high vanish at last. ''"Did... did we do it?" "I think so. Put this on."'' Unhooking the wires and conduits from a fancy leather jacket, you slide it over your form. Excellent! It stays on without effort, doesn't appear to be dissolving... you've gotten your innate magic to align with the coat. ''"Just need to get some pants made, and you'll actually look decent for once."'' Joke's on her. You always look decent, even when powering mad science experiments. [[You Did It!->Game Start]]

You don't get the job. That said, being able to change your outline at will, as well as giving anyone you come in contact with a sugar high... you come up with a //Lot// of great uses for these powers. That's not to say there aren't missteps. The first time you fuck, your dick managed to lose consistency while inside her. ------ The kitsune opened her eyes, staring up at the strange blue man in her bed. Very hunky, but kind of a dork. Ah well, you can't win them all. ''"Why'd you pull out?" "I... I didn't."'' ------ Yeah that night was pretty awkward. Still, you've gotten the hang of it by now, and if the look on her face is any indication, she needs a quite lay before starting the day. Maybe you do too. [[You Did It!->Game Start]]

''"Now hold still. We need exact charge on this one."'' You grumble to yourself as you sit inside a large cauldron. Electrodes have been placed inside your ears, and you feel vaguely charged. The thaumeter is bouncing around 120 yonts of power, and it only takes half a minute or so before it settles to exactly that amount. ''"That's a lot of yonts." "Indeed. You did have like... how many sodas last night?" "Just the orange ones." "Just the... there were 10." "And now there are none. The perfect murder."'' The lab crackles to life as the mistress flips the switch. Power. More power! And at last... a violent discharge. You emanate a massive cloud of smoke, and feel the sugar high vanish at last. ''"Did... did we do it?" "I think so. Put this on."'' Unhooking the wires and conduits from a fancy leather jacket, you slide it over your form. Excellent! It stays on without effort, doesn't appear to be dissolving... you've gotten your innate magic to align with the coat. ''"I'd say you look decent now, but you're not wearing a shirt."'' Well twaddle on her. You like having breasts, even if they really serve no function in a sugary form like this. Oh yes, they do have a function. You bounce out of the cauldron and allow your squishy bits to wiggle and jiggle, and are rewarded with the mistress blushing something awful. It's a power you have, and you flaunt it whenever possible. [[You Did It!->Game Start]]

You don't get the job. That said, being able to change your outline at will, as well as giving anyone you come in contact with a sugar high... you come up with a //Lot// of great uses for these powers. The mistress, meanwhile, seems intent on coming up with stranger ideas than you do. You yawn, stretch your arms outwards several feet, and let them snap back inwards. You've been doing a lot of stretching lately, mostly because of the massive belly you've started growing. You can... see them inside. Little candy foxes, orange and purple, a little boy and a little girl. The mistress doesn't think they'll inherit all of your shape-bending powers, but they'll certainly be quite malleable and flexible. You hum to yourself as you wooze downstairs to the kitchen. The food bills are excessive, but you are eating for three. Sugar elementals don't just make themselves, after all. Oh! She's making bedroom eyes at you again. Maybe you could try being the male today, see if you get more than just two kiddos on the way. No matter what you decide, you know very well that: [[You Did It!->Game Start]]

Over the coming months, you work hard to draw out that natural inclination within you. Silas' duties are vastly reduced, but you find that his submissive streak works quite nicely in the bedroom. He's tied up right about now, and you don't think you'll let him out until he finishes sucking you off. He loves the process dearly though, and you think that any day now he'll ask you to really warp his mind. Soon though. Soon. Today is the day you exorcise the gazebo. The mistress will be watching to see how well you perform, and while you feel you're up to the task, gazebo can be tricky foes. Is it that time already? Alas. You'll have to finish breakfast later. Ringing your second donut around your left horn, you pat Silas gently and tell him to wait here. You'll be back with quite a tale to tell indeed. Aww. He's waggling his tail. You love it when he does that. [[You Did It!->Game Start]]

College is in season, and the students are hard at work. Sometimes. Usually. Mostly they panic and flail their arms in terror at the oncoming workload, and curl into a little ball rather than face their destinies. Not this one though. He's staring up at you with admiration and awe. He could see what you were, even from a distance, and you know that this one will be a good specimen. ''"Now to be fair, I was hoping for a female satyr this time. You're definitely masculine, unless that's a rocket in your pocket."'' He stares at you as if this makes no difference whatsoever. ''"Yes, but you can fix that, right?"'' You smile, walking around behind him and letting your hands drift down the collar of his shirt. Place them calmly on the pectorals, and give them a little bit of an oomph. They want to be breasts too, he's clearly needed this for a long time. And as his gasps turn into moans, and then into squeals of delight, you think you've got her measure. ''"Now then, this will be on the test. We're studying anatomy this semester. 20 percent attendance, 30 percent oral, and 50 percent... well. I'll let you pick where it goes."'' ''"Will there be any... extra credit?"'' She turns around, pulling your hands out and placing them on her butt. She's so eager that you don't even have to force it; a tail is already starting to bristle and sprout out the back of her pants. ''"I'm so //glad// you asked."'' [[You Did It!->Game Start]]

It's a month later, and you've finished rescuing the flowers from the mistress' dread gazebo. Silas is standing by with the flamethrower, waiting for your command. The mistress and the cat are sitting nearby, sharing popcorn. This'll be good. ''"Show it no mercy. This thing killed some of my alternate timelines."'' He nods, and fire blasts through the air. The gazebo lets out a horrible, unrelenting cry of agony. Slowly, gently, it begins to pop and sizzle, boards breaking apart until there is only ash and dust. Whatever spirit inhabited the thing will have no purchase here, and you feel it fade away into the far realms. Silas gives a thumbs up, and you high five. Sweet! You suppose it's a bit violent, but being a druid isn't always about care and love. Sometimes you need to prune the harsh bits to keep the little ones safe. You turn to your flowers, and they whisper the thanks of the cosmos. You have saved us! We are eternally grateful. Really? No. But they'll be grateful for at least like... an afternoon. That's not bad. [[You Did It!->Game Start]]

You feel you may have made a mistake. Your first clue is when you start to shrink out of your clothes, but you definitely get the hint when the chair cushion flips up and slams you into the crack. Ow. You feel very snug, and can't move your limbs at all. It spits out your clothing, disgusting! You hear your phone hit the floor hard, shattering the glass. Now you've done it chair. It's on! But try as you might, you can't break free. Smaller you get, tinier and wrigglier. You're in serious danger of being squished by the cushion now; a thing that was one comfort for you butt is now almost as tall as you are even when lying down. ''"Now then... what to do with you?"'' [[I Mean, You're the Dom Here]] [[Continue Shrinking]]

''"Yes, and that makes you the little submissive type, doesn't it?"'' The squeezing continues, but now you feel your body start to mold and shift, like clay in a potter's hand. Your arms merge with your torso, your legs become just the one leg, and your brain starts to melt with pleasure. There's a curious sensation of your sexual pleasure being pushed into every single facet of your being, and by the time the chair is done with you... you just keep vibrating on autopilot. It's so good. You get spit out, clattering onto the cushion. You're a pink thing, shiny rubber wrapped around a simple motor. The cushion boops your button, and you turn off. Sleep is instant, and you have little brain to dream with. Awakeness comes just as suddenly. The mistress has you, holding you in her hands. You flop slightly, but then she pushes you button and you're back to vibrating at full blast. ''"At least he's good for something."'' Your first night as a dildo is... exciting, to say the least. You feel everything she does, as well as your own pleasure, and by the time you're all wet and sticky... that's about all your mind is too. You were a human once, someone who wanted... stupid things. Not sex, and that's just silly. Sex is all that matters, all that you matter for, and all that you ever crave. You don't need to eat or drink, sleep comes naturally, and as long as you stay charged... you could go all night. [[Your Journey Ends Here->Game Start]]

You feel stiff, hard and compact. The cushion is squeezing even tighter now, but you rbody is collapsing in on itself as well. You sleep. You dream strange dreams. But it isn't long from your perspective by the time you really wake up. The butler has found you, picking you up out of the chair crack. A quarter! Lucky him. You eventually get spent for a bottle of soda. Not even the entire bottle. Just like... part of it. The soda machine is rather dank and musty, but at least you don't have to listen to the chair anymore. [[Your Journey Ends Here->Game Start]]

You get the job! Actually it the interview was a lot of the mistress squeeing in delight and hugging you and cuddling you. You appear to be adorable beyond all reason, especially when you wear your little hat. You avoid the gazebo at all costs. Eventually the mistress burns it down with a flamethrower, but you refuse to step near it until you're certain it's cinders and ash. You've settled into a nice routine of cleaning the house. Occasionally you peruse little spellbooks, but honestly? You're more comfortable being safe and secure. Your comfort zone is about as far as you can kick people, which is pretty far but still. For now, you sleep. Tomorrow's another big day for a little goat boy. [[You Did It!->Game Start]]