You are standing by a tree
There are 3 paths.
One appears to go to a jungle,
one appears to go to a cave,
one appears to go to a beach,
you could try and climb the tree,
there is a nearby shop you could go in,
or you could do something else.
So what's its going to be?
Written by catprog on 01 April 2003
In the shop
There is a table with a sign saying
<strong>Free Sample:</strong>
Take one
On the table there is a fridge with a range of liquids. Also on the table are various magical trinkets including costumes. What would you like to take, or would you like to buy something?
Written by catprog on 10 April 2003
Vials of Liquid
Stepping up to the table you spy an array of liquids all contained neatly in vials on the table. Despite not being heated, some bubble and give off faint trails of steam others churn and twist as if they were alive and seeking some escape. You look over the table with wonder, but keep returning to the vials.
However there is another one that catches your eye, but for some reason it is as if the vial itself can not decide on what color it wants to be. This second it is blue, the next pink. What a strange shop, you think to yourself as you pick up the vial. "Well I don't see a price tag on this. Maybe it is a free sample." The vial is neither hot nor cold, and the color shifting continues as you hold it up to your lips in the dim light of the shop.
You catch a faint aroma of bubble gum, no maybe it is wood chips and campfires. Your brain can't figure it out and you shrug as you down the vial. The liquid courses down your throat coating every inch. You cough at the taste, definitely bubblegum.
"What was in that," you say to yourself out loud. The words becoming softer towards the end and lifting musically in tone. "OH no, what's happening to my voice!?" Your hand grasps at your throat trying to will the liquid back up and out. Each word takes on a more feminine lilt as the vials contents now settle in your stomach.
You stumble back trying to catch a glimpse of yourself, a mirror hung on a sidewall reflects a picture you are not quite sure you're seeing. Your form starting from the middle shrinks in, you feel the world grow around you as you find yourself shrinking. You look down to see the floor rising up at you then stop. You reach out a hand to steady yourself on the table as your center of balance shifts. You feel your shirt expanding around your chest and look down to see two large mounds pushing outwards. Your hands fly to them to discover that they were exactly what you thought they were.
Your stomach churns as your insides boil. "Oh man I should have stayed outside." You say aloud in disbelief.
"Why yes deary you should have." Came a response from behind the counter. A wizened older man steps out from behind a curtain that had obscured the back store room. "If you wanted a sample I could have provided, now it looks like you've purchase the full ride."
"Full ride?" You say the gasp as your feet crunch and shift growing smaller, more feminine. Hair spills forth weighing your head down and threatening to leave you permanently looking at the ceiling as it stops thankfully above your expanding hips.
"Yes, the full ride. I hope you plan on paying for that."
"Pay for it?" The question not registering with you, you take a second to take in your new form in the mirror. Your clothes hang loosely in places on your new figure and are far too tight in others.
"Yes yes, pay for it. This is a shop. You've enjoyed the merchandise. Now how do you want to pay for it?"
"Oh!" You say the context finally catching up. The edges of your vision are cut off by the hair you have to keep sweeping back behind your ears. "I... I have money. I think." You say patting your pockets for your wallet.
The old man sighs. "Money... what would I want with money. You can't expect a practitioner of the arcane arts to want something as simple as money. You simply have no idea how easy it is to conjure piles of the stuff... Money.. Pwah."
"You don't... You don't want my soul do you?"
"Child I am not some sort of demon either. You really have no idea what sort of store you walked in to do you?" The man cackled. "The sign outside is perfectly clear."
"Sign..?" you stammer.
"UGH! YES THE SIGN. "SHOP OF THE DARK AND ARCANE MYSTICAL ARTS AS PRESENTED BY IVAN MAKNARAK." The man yells at you. Some sort of power ringing through voice sounding ominous yet mysterious, like a loud rumble in your ears.
"I... I don't know how I am going to pay... This is my first time... meeting a wizard." You say tentatively not wanting to anger the magic man.
"Wizard! You think I am but a lowly wizard!" The mans brows furrow in anger. "I my sweet dear am a Warlock!" He says emphasizing the title. His focus shifts for a second and then his countenance eases. "I suppose if this is your first time meeting a warlock, you would not know the particulars..."
"I'm sorry... Sir Warlock. But I don't know how to pay you. I don't I have anything you want." You say still unsure of the situation.
"Oh on the contrary sweetie...you have exactly what I want." He says a wicked smile forming on his lips.
Written by Crunchynachoes on 04 October 2018
Try to Escape
You turn quickly, looking for an escape, whatever this old coot has planned is not something you want to stick around for. Your balance shifts on new legs, your extra weight up top carrying you around. Your new legs catch something unseen and with a shock you realize that you're about to crash into the table full of vials and relics.
"No!" Ivan screams at you. "Wait we can talk about it!"
You lift your arms up at the last second shielding your face, knocking the various trinkets off the table sending them clattering to the floor. The scene plays in slow motion to you. Perhaps it was an effect of the shop or some unknown hold over from the vial you swallowed but the fall seemed to take an eternity for your conscious mind.
Your wide hips connect with the table and roll unexpectedly down to the floor, your new bottom cushioning the blow nicely. Your back hits the floor as amulets fly around you. You feel your breasts roll into your armpits their weight pulling on your chest painfully. As if in slow motion you see the contents of the vials had skittered to the edge of the table, and now with your back flush against the floor, you're staring up at your impending doom.
The vials contents tip up and froth precariously, the rack leaning against the edge, threatening at any second to spill their contents on you. Dust kicked up from the floor of the shop settles around you as your eyes are fixed to the rack of vials. Green and red, purple and blue liquids sway back and forth with the sudden flurry of motion. One of the vials, seemingly coated in fur leaks a bead of contents down the side. The last vial glowing a violent shade of neon purple twists and thrashes at the glass.
"Careful now!" Ivan calls out to you. "Careful! Just move out of the way of the vials and we can talk about the payment. Easy... Easy." He says coaching you on as you shift around, first shifting your new hair out of the way, then untangling yourself from the various cords and cables that have found their way on top of you.
The dust scratches at your nose, your eyes water, you can feel the inevitable about to happen.
Ivan can see it on your face as he says, "Oh no. Don't, just hold it in!" But he is cut off as you sneeze viciously. The sound was all that was needed to free the vials from their precarious perch.
You try to reach up to stop the vials from falling, your new assets blocking your arms ability to reach it quickly enough. You grab the rack, only to spill the vials over yourself.
You watch in horror as the various liquids mix and tumble shining dimly in the light of the shop as they splash over you coating your face, torso, arms, breasts, and pants. You gasp at the various sensations of the liquids hitting you at once. A generous portion of the potions flows impossibly into your mouth as if seeking refuge from the shop. You feel the burning urge to swallow as the liquid practically forces its way down your throat. You feel your skin quake as it starts shifting and taking on different characteristics. You feel as if you're burning but freezing, wet but dry, alive but dead.
Ivan stiffens and watches the scene unfold. "Aww man not again. I always lose my best customers. I wonder what she's going to look like after this."
Written by Crunchynachoes on 08 October 2018
Anthro Skunk
Your skin burns and shifts, fur sprouts then recedes. Various parts and forms jut from yours, your mind races to try and catch up with the new and lessening feelings as every vials contents boils and freezes in your veins. One form seems to be winning out over the others, as black fur races down your body sprouting tufts of fur from various pores. You feel your form shifting as your face pushes outwards. Your clothes are eaten away or torn from the various reactions and interactions of the vials. The tatters hang about you as your form quakes under the changes.
You reach and now black furred and clawed hand up to feel your new muzzle. It is a strange feeling, having your nose be so far in front of your face, your eyes have a hard time not focusing on it. You touch what feels like your cheeks but are now hanging in front of your face and gasp. Your mouth has moved with it and takes up the lower portion of your new muzzle. Like... Like an animal. A dog? Your mind reels under the changes.
You feel a painful sensation as something pushes at your waistband. You pull down your jeans slightly to reveal new luxurious tail spilling forth from your ripped jeans. The black and white pattern is unmistakable. "A skunk!" You say aloud, panic in your voice.
"It seems like it." Ivan says, he had come into the shop from behind the counter to get a better look at your changes. "And a pretty one at that. Come come, no need for modesty. I have a shower in the back. We can talk about how you're going to work off the damages there."
You sigh aloud, and take his hand, how could this day get any worse. Ivan offers a large blanket to you which covers up the changes from prying eyes. You take a quick glance downwards to find your view still obstructed by your new assets. You shift and again, the black fur forming a seamless pattern down your midriff and nethers to meet your legs and carried on down to your feet. Your feet, had changed as well, looking more like paws than human feet. You lift one up and sure enough, the bottom is lined with pink pads. Your toes now sporting claws scraped slightly against the stone floor as you were escorted by Ivan to the washroom in the back.
The backroom looked much like the front of the store. Mostly old knickknacks covered in dust and the detritus of time. Ivan ushered you past this facade, through an old door and into a room with a series of doors on different walls. He strode to one door and pulled and pulling a handle on it ushered you through the door and into a bathroom that was seemingly out of place with the rest of the shop.
"Please freshen up in here while I think about how you're going to pay me back." Ivan said.
It seems in your effort to escape you have only made things worse for yourself. You walk into the bathroom, modern features greeting you. It takes a second but you figure out how to turn on the shower and wash the remains of the potions and the changes off of you.
Your figure feels like your figure, you do not feel any sort of shame or hatred for it, it is simply who you are. Perhaps that was part of the changes. Stepping out of the shower, you take some time admiring your new grace and agility in the mirror. You are flexible, lithe, and trim with muscles you have never felt before flexing and bending with you. You felt your new assets and decided that they were cute. You can feel yourself blushing under your new fur, abashed at your reaction but enjoying yourself nonetheless. Your admiration trance was broken by a knock at the door.
"Are you going to take all day in there?" Ivan called. "I have decided on how I want payment."
Dread rises within you. You hope that it won't be too bad. You don the blanket and stepped out.
Written by Crunchynachoes on 14 October 2018
Try to Escape again
Ivan took a second, looking you up and down, you feel your stomach gurgle in an aftershock of the potions effects, fresh fur sprouting over your form and your white on black fur pattern distinguishing itself further.
He whistles softly, "My those potions sure did a number on you. Turn around, let me take a look at you." He instructs twirling his finger at you in a circle. Fear still rising with in you, you blush heavily under your fur again and turn slowly around, your svelte form still apparent under the coating of fur. Your long tail stiffening and rising behind you as if sensing your emotions. The white on black lines accentuating your motions as you sway and shift in ways unfamiliar.
After taking you in for another second, Ivan grins wickedly and states, "Well I think this isn't the worst that could have happened but, no matter. My price is the same."
You nod, then in a smooth motion throw the towel at Ivan. The wet cloth connects with his face covering his head. You bolt for the door, no plan in mind except escape!
Ivan curses under his breath as you reach the door to leave the bathroom. You throw it open, and dart through only to discover that there is a solid wall behind the door. You slam into it full force and you recoil off of it, falling onto your now larger butt. It is a if you're stuck in a cartoon.
Ivan sighs and licks his finger as if trying to get a hair out of his mouth. He grimaces and says, "Ugh. I hate it when that happens. Look you can try running all you want but this is a pocket dimension, that door will only open correctly for me, and unless you want me to leave you here for all eternity as a bar of soap you'll start complying with me? Capiche?"
You back into the solid doorway scrambling away from Ivan, fear overcoming your senses. He says behind your back wickedly, "There's this new spell I've been wanting to try out, I think I'll modify it just a bit for you though. Since you're so bent on running away, I will make it so you will now have some extra difficulty doing so."
You scream, as Ivan begins chanting behind you. Your voices echo off of the bathroom walls as you're enveloped in a glowing red light. You feel your butt burning as if stung by a hundred bees, then suddenly start pushing outwards, enlarging. You look behind you as you slowly rotate in the air to see new flesh spilling out of your body. Your butt now connects to a large appendage that extends behind you as far as you are tall. It is as if someone had copied your skunky torso and copied it attached to your butt. Your tail followed with it, pushing out to the end of the new appendage. And taking a second as the nerves connected so did your butt. Except where your legs would have been at the end nothing formed.
You look down at your own legs, and scream again, no words ushered forth through the magic though as you behold your own legs being sucked back into your figure as if they were the last bit of juice in a bottle.
Ivan laughed finishing off the spell and beholding his handiwork. "There you go, no more running for you. I like it," he says waving his hand, your body spinning around in mid air with the motion allowing him to look at you from all angles. "I think I will make you my new mascot. There we go, now let's see you try to run now." he lowers his hand and your body falls to the floor.
The cool tile of the bathroom sends a chill through your fur as your new back half lies heavily on it. Struggle as you might your feminine arms can't move the new weight. You gently roll to one side. Your new back half does not lay flat. At this rate you'll have to permanently support yourself so you don't roll over constantly under your top heavy weight. You scrunch up your abdomen and thrust your hips forward dragging your back half maybe half a foot forwards. Ha! Success you think to yourself. Ivan laughs at you as you take in stock of your new body.
Your torso juts out of another torso bent at a 90 degree angle. Where you should have legs ends with a furred joint with nothing coming out.
Ivan picks you up with his magic and moves you away from the door, then closes the door and reopens it to the room with many doors, and levitates you through the opening.
"Hmm now then... Where to put you... Where to put you. I could shrink you down to a tea cup and put you on the mantle. I could mount you in the wall. I could remodel the shop and give you a place of prominence. Hmm. What shall I do with you." He says pondering as he walks into the shop proper, you float along yelling obscenities at him with nothing making it through the magical field.
Written by crunchynachoes on 23 October 2018
The end (for now)