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As your hands dig through a cardboard box, you soon find a hidden treasure. Below several unused picture frames and old notebooks, you find a DVD case. Like a paleontologist unearthing a fossil, you take it out of the box. It feels firm in your hands. The object is covered in dust, but the words inscribed on it are clear: "Madagascar 2," it says in bold, colorful letters. Below the title, a variety of characters pose inside a car, staring at you.
Like magic, memories come flooding back. You remember all the moments you've spent with this movie, and all the joyful times you had with it. It's been a while. After the years passed, and adulthood came crashing down on your door, you barely had time to remember such a beloved film. It's strange to believe that it's been forgotten for so long, reduced to a mere object inside a cardboard box. This needs to change.
With the DVD case in your hands, you stand up. Moving has taken a toll on you, and it's been a busy day of unpacking and moving furniture around. You deserve a break, and there's no better way of relaxing than watching your favorite childhood film. Perhaps it won't be as good of a movie as you remember, but it doesn't matter. Your nostalgia will replace any negative opinions you might have about the film.
Going downstairs, you find yourself in your living room. Half-open cardboard boxes lay scattered everywhere, protecting your furniture. On the floor, there's only your couch and your television -- you haven't unpacked anything else. As you walk, dust glues itself to your feet. You'll need to sweep this place once you're done with the movie, but there's no point in worrying about that now.
Ignoring the emptiness, you hastily approach your television. The DVD player swallows the disk like a staring beast, the TV turning on mere seconds afterward. Soon, a menu begins to stamp the screen. After grabbing the controller and jumping on the couch, you're ready to watch the movie. Promptly, colorful images adorn the screen -- moving, jumping, twisting. It's vivid and chaotic, filled with personality and charm. Perhaps the movie is as good as you remember.
You don't get the chance to watch it in its entirety, however. After the film crosses the five-minute threshold, something begins to happen -- a sensation. It's on the back of your neck, tingling. Although it's easy to ignore at first, the feeling quickly grows stronger, becoming more and more of an annoyance. You ask yourself if there are any mosquitos around, but judging by the dead silence in the air, that seems unlikely. Laying a hand on your neck, however, reveals the terrifying truth. You haven't been bitten by any animals, nor have you developed any rashes of the sort. Instead, something grows on your body. It protrudes from your skin, controlled by some unknown magic. As your fingertips touch the new appearances, it becomes clear what it is: Fur.
A gray coat is traveling through your body, forming a scarf around your neck. Terrified, you jump out of the couch -- both hands laying on your furred collar. It's spreading. You rush to a nearby mirror, watching the fur consume your face. Slowly, it creeps up your neck, gently touching both of your ears. It feels warm, despite all the fears and anxieties that brew in your mind. Running your fingers through the -- *incredibly* short -- coat of fur feels...almost pleasant. Of course, you don't run your fingers through it so much as you touch the pelt. The individual strands are so minuscule and far from one another that it feels akin to have a beard -- or a stubble -- growing on your body. Through the space in between each strand, you can even see your skin. It's challenging to pay attention, but it seems as if it's turning gray -- shifting before your eyes.
Indeed, the fur isn't the only thing mutating on your body. Your skin has given up being the same -- thickening, becoming more resilient. Its color morphs as well, becoming desaturated, transforming into gray. That doesn't matter now, however. Remember when it was mentioned that the fur on your body more closely resembles a stubble? Well, that analogy works more than ever now. Unexpectedly, a failed beard has begun to grow around your lips, each strand being as coarse as the fur on a rat's body. Meanwhile, underneath your forehead, other changes ensue. Hair grows in between your eyebrows, tying the two of them together to form a streak. Both of your eyebrows rapidly become thick and furred, merging into one.
Atop your head, the opposite seems to happen. You lay a hand on your scalp, where you feel a bald spot forming. Lowering your head, you witness the changes through the mirror: Your hair is shrinking away, receding back into your body. One by one, each strand of your brown hair disappears, leaving you with a bald, gray head. Your appearance is hideous, but at least you're still human, you think for a moment. Unfortunately, however, the same can't be said for much longer. As you stare at your reflection, something begins to happen. Your ears move on their own, crawling your head before settling at the top -- where they twitch and morph. In the blink of an eye, your ears narrow, forsaking their human appearance. Their insides turn pink, and before long, they rotate, each ear facing a different direction.
This all seems bizarre and horrifying, but things are about to get worse. Before you can properly examine your changes, an overwhelming headache tortures your brain. It's too much, and you immediately struggle to stand up, clutching your head as you scream for help. Amidst all the crackling sounds, you feel your face lengthening -- pushing forward without your consent. You can't see it, but a thick muzzle begins to grow, dragging your mouth and nose along for the ride. As a side-effect, your nose disappears, bit its nostrils remain on the tip of your snout. Much to your dissatisfaction, however, they're not spared from the changes. It's a good thing that your eyes are currently closed because the next few mutations are quite tough to look at. At a snail's pace, your nostrils narrow and twist, spinning as they transform into a whirl.
Opening your eyes, your vision feels cloudly and blurry for a moment. Once you regain your composure, your reflection stares back at you -- unrecognizable. Your face isn't that of a human anymore -- it more closely resembles that of a hippo. To make matters worse, even your teeth have been altered. One of them protrudes from your mouth, its sizeable shape revealing itself to the world around you. It's a good thing you're alone in your living room.
Nevertheless, now that your head has been changed, the transformation progresses to your torso. Giving in to your morbid curiosity, you hastily take off your shirt, witnessing the mutations. On your gray chest, hair pokes out of your skin. Not unlike your stubble, it's messy and unkempt -- each strand sitting centimeters away from one another. Curiously, you run your fingers through the hair, feeling the strands twist and move with the touche of your fingers. It feels nice in a strange way. Then, you return your attention toward your monobrow, which moves and dances as you furrow your forehead. Regardless, that's not the change you should be paying attention to. Your entire body begins to tremble as if in an attempt to resist the transformation, struggling to remain still. As you look down, you observe your own figure widening -- growing with fat. Your belly bulges forward, and your chest is no longer as well defined as it used to be. In seconds, your anatomy shifts -- nearly shaped like an oval.
Your arms bulge, but you're not sure whether it's due to fat or muscle. Regardless, they shrink in length as well, retracting into your body. Your bones crack and dissolve away in response, causing your anatomy to appear bizarre and disproportional. As if this isn't bad enough, however, one of your fingers in each of your hands shrink away. You hold out both of your hands in front of your face -- arms outstretched. It's painful to witness it, but you force yourself to endure your disgust. Through your half-open eyes, you observe your pinky fingers sink into your hands, twitching in protest before they disappear forever. With four digits left, you clench your fists. As if in response, your chest and biceps perk up, becoming stronger and considerably more defined. For a second, you touch your newfound muscles.
On your lower half, your legs threaten to give out. As if an earthquake had afflicted your house, they tremble and quiver. Your pants soon fall to the ground, no longer being able to hold onto your narrowing waist. Before your eyes, your legs shrink further, and further -- their height decreasing in a fraction of a second. At first, you thought they were merely mimicking your arms, but as time passes, you realize that they've lost most of their length. Your height has diminished substantially, as your legs are now no taller than those of a chair. Your body is unrecognizable, but at least the transformation seems to be nearing its end.
Soon after, you yelp. Above your rear, a short tail sprouts out, causing your spine to ache. At the same time, your feet finally commence their changes. Two of your toes shrink away into nothingness, replicating what happened to your pinky fingers. Instead of remaining the same, however, your remaining digits mutate as well -- approaching one another while your nails thicken. As they turn black, your toenails transform into thick claws, protecting your toes.
The transformation ends, and for a while, you check your newfound body. You can move it as if you've been born like this. Your tail sways easily, and your ears peacefully twitch atop your head. Perhaps this isn't so bad, you think.
But then, something happens. Another migraine appears -- much stronger than before. You fall to the floor, unable to move your body as you clutch your head, screaming in pain. Inside your mind, images appear. You recognize them. They're from Madagascar 2, you're sure of it! But, if that's the case, then why do they seem so real? Why do they look like photographs and not just CGI? This isn't right. As the aching spreads through your body, you search your mind in search of something -- anything! -- to confirm your existence. But you can't. Slowly, memories and names disappear from your mind, receding away into the depths of your brain.
You feel it. Deep in the recess of your mind, your personality changes -- it alters itself, each thought and opinion you once had fading away. Without your consent, your thoughts focus on your body. Although you felt disgusted by it before, you can't help but feel differently now. You love it -- you love each part of your body, from your wagging tail to your widened torso. How narcissistic of you, you think for a second. Perhaps you should flirt with the other hippos in the area, and --
Wait, hippos? Area? What are you talking about?
Who even are you? Where are you? What species are you? Those questions wander through your mind, searching for an answer for them to connect to. This needs to stop -- you must resist those changes. You try to remember anything -- anything that can stop this. Your best friend's name appears for a second, but then it disappears. A memory of you and your parents surge, but it fades away in seconds. A photo of yourself show up in your search, but it disintegrates before your eyes. You can't remember anything. You can't resist anymore. At this point, you don't even recognize the word "you."
When you open your eyes, you're no longer yourself.
All around you, yellow plains stretch themselves into the horizon. The golden grass rustles with the wind, dancing to its tune. There are almost no trees in here, and the sky shines with a pleasant blue color. In the distance, you can see dozens of lions and zebras, coexisting amidst the wild.
At last, you're home.
Like magic, memories come flooding back. You remember all the moments you've spent with this movie, and all the joyful times you had with it. It's been a while. After the years passed, and adulthood came crashing down on your door, you barely had time to remember such a beloved film. It's strange to believe that it's been forgotten for so long, reduced to a mere object inside a cardboard box. This needs to change.
With the DVD case in your hands, you stand up. Moving has taken a toll on you, and it's been a busy day of unpacking and moving furniture around. You deserve a break, and there's no better way of relaxing than watching your favorite childhood film. Perhaps it won't be as good of a movie as you remember, but it doesn't matter. Your nostalgia will replace any negative opinions you might have about the film.
Going downstairs, you find yourself in your living room. Half-open cardboard boxes lay scattered everywhere, protecting your furniture. On the floor, there's only your couch and your television -- you haven't unpacked anything else. As you walk, dust glues itself to your feet. You'll need to sweep this place once you're done with the movie, but there's no point in worrying about that now.
Ignoring the emptiness, you hastily approach your television. The DVD player swallows the disk like a staring beast, the TV turning on mere seconds afterward. Soon, a menu begins to stamp the screen. After grabbing the controller and jumping on the couch, you're ready to watch the movie. Promptly, colorful images adorn the screen -- moving, jumping, twisting. It's vivid and chaotic, filled with personality and charm. Perhaps the movie is as good as you remember.
You don't get the chance to watch it in its entirety, however. After the film crosses the five-minute threshold, something begins to happen -- a sensation. It's on the back of your neck, tingling. Although it's easy to ignore at first, the feeling quickly grows stronger, becoming more and more of an annoyance. You ask yourself if there are any mosquitos around, but judging by the dead silence in the air, that seems unlikely. Laying a hand on your neck, however, reveals the terrifying truth. You haven't been bitten by any animals, nor have you developed any rashes of the sort. Instead, something grows on your body. It protrudes from your skin, controlled by some unknown magic. As your fingertips touch the new appearances, it becomes clear what it is: Fur.
A gray coat is traveling through your body, forming a scarf around your neck. Terrified, you jump out of the couch -- both hands laying on your furred collar. It's spreading. You rush to a nearby mirror, watching the fur consume your face. Slowly, it creeps up your neck, gently touching both of your ears. It feels warm, despite all the fears and anxieties that brew in your mind. Running your fingers through the -- *incredibly* short -- coat of fur feels...almost pleasant. Of course, you don't run your fingers through it so much as you touch the pelt. The individual strands are so minuscule and far from one another that it feels akin to have a beard -- or a stubble -- growing on your body. Through the space in between each strand, you can even see your skin. It's challenging to pay attention, but it seems as if it's turning gray -- shifting before your eyes.
Indeed, the fur isn't the only thing mutating on your body. Your skin has given up being the same -- thickening, becoming more resilient. Its color morphs as well, becoming desaturated, transforming into gray. That doesn't matter now, however. Remember when it was mentioned that the fur on your body more closely resembles a stubble? Well, that analogy works more than ever now. Unexpectedly, a failed beard has begun to grow around your lips, each strand being as coarse as the fur on a rat's body. Meanwhile, underneath your forehead, other changes ensue. Hair grows in between your eyebrows, tying the two of them together to form a streak. Both of your eyebrows rapidly become thick and furred, merging into one.
Atop your head, the opposite seems to happen. You lay a hand on your scalp, where you feel a bald spot forming. Lowering your head, you witness the changes through the mirror: Your hair is shrinking away, receding back into your body. One by one, each strand of your brown hair disappears, leaving you with a bald, gray head. Your appearance is hideous, but at least you're still human, you think for a moment. Unfortunately, however, the same can't be said for much longer. As you stare at your reflection, something begins to happen. Your ears move on their own, crawling your head before settling at the top -- where they twitch and morph. In the blink of an eye, your ears narrow, forsaking their human appearance. Their insides turn pink, and before long, they rotate, each ear facing a different direction.
This all seems bizarre and horrifying, but things are about to get worse. Before you can properly examine your changes, an overwhelming headache tortures your brain. It's too much, and you immediately struggle to stand up, clutching your head as you scream for help. Amidst all the crackling sounds, you feel your face lengthening -- pushing forward without your consent. You can't see it, but a thick muzzle begins to grow, dragging your mouth and nose along for the ride. As a side-effect, your nose disappears, bit its nostrils remain on the tip of your snout. Much to your dissatisfaction, however, they're not spared from the changes. It's a good thing that your eyes are currently closed because the next few mutations are quite tough to look at. At a snail's pace, your nostrils narrow and twist, spinning as they transform into a whirl.
Opening your eyes, your vision feels cloudly and blurry for a moment. Once you regain your composure, your reflection stares back at you -- unrecognizable. Your face isn't that of a human anymore -- it more closely resembles that of a hippo. To make matters worse, even your teeth have been altered. One of them protrudes from your mouth, its sizeable shape revealing itself to the world around you. It's a good thing you're alone in your living room.
Nevertheless, now that your head has been changed, the transformation progresses to your torso. Giving in to your morbid curiosity, you hastily take off your shirt, witnessing the mutations. On your gray chest, hair pokes out of your skin. Not unlike your stubble, it's messy and unkempt -- each strand sitting centimeters away from one another. Curiously, you run your fingers through the hair, feeling the strands twist and move with the touche of your fingers. It feels nice in a strange way. Then, you return your attention toward your monobrow, which moves and dances as you furrow your forehead. Regardless, that's not the change you should be paying attention to. Your entire body begins to tremble as if in an attempt to resist the transformation, struggling to remain still. As you look down, you observe your own figure widening -- growing with fat. Your belly bulges forward, and your chest is no longer as well defined as it used to be. In seconds, your anatomy shifts -- nearly shaped like an oval.
Your arms bulge, but you're not sure whether it's due to fat or muscle. Regardless, they shrink in length as well, retracting into your body. Your bones crack and dissolve away in response, causing your anatomy to appear bizarre and disproportional. As if this isn't bad enough, however, one of your fingers in each of your hands shrink away. You hold out both of your hands in front of your face -- arms outstretched. It's painful to witness it, but you force yourself to endure your disgust. Through your half-open eyes, you observe your pinky fingers sink into your hands, twitching in protest before they disappear forever. With four digits left, you clench your fists. As if in response, your chest and biceps perk up, becoming stronger and considerably more defined. For a second, you touch your newfound muscles.
On your lower half, your legs threaten to give out. As if an earthquake had afflicted your house, they tremble and quiver. Your pants soon fall to the ground, no longer being able to hold onto your narrowing waist. Before your eyes, your legs shrink further, and further -- their height decreasing in a fraction of a second. At first, you thought they were merely mimicking your arms, but as time passes, you realize that they've lost most of their length. Your height has diminished substantially, as your legs are now no taller than those of a chair. Your body is unrecognizable, but at least the transformation seems to be nearing its end.
Soon after, you yelp. Above your rear, a short tail sprouts out, causing your spine to ache. At the same time, your feet finally commence their changes. Two of your toes shrink away into nothingness, replicating what happened to your pinky fingers. Instead of remaining the same, however, your remaining digits mutate as well -- approaching one another while your nails thicken. As they turn black, your toenails transform into thick claws, protecting your toes.
The transformation ends, and for a while, you check your newfound body. You can move it as if you've been born like this. Your tail sways easily, and your ears peacefully twitch atop your head. Perhaps this isn't so bad, you think.
But then, something happens. Another migraine appears -- much stronger than before. You fall to the floor, unable to move your body as you clutch your head, screaming in pain. Inside your mind, images appear. You recognize them. They're from Madagascar 2, you're sure of it! But, if that's the case, then why do they seem so real? Why do they look like photographs and not just CGI? This isn't right. As the aching spreads through your body, you search your mind in search of something -- anything! -- to confirm your existence. But you can't. Slowly, memories and names disappear from your mind, receding away into the depths of your brain.
You feel it. Deep in the recess of your mind, your personality changes -- it alters itself, each thought and opinion you once had fading away. Without your consent, your thoughts focus on your body. Although you felt disgusted by it before, you can't help but feel differently now. You love it -- you love each part of your body, from your wagging tail to your widened torso. How narcissistic of you, you think for a second. Perhaps you should flirt with the other hippos in the area, and --
Wait, hippos? Area? What are you talking about?
Who even are you? Where are you? What species are you? Those questions wander through your mind, searching for an answer for them to connect to. This needs to stop -- you must resist those changes. You try to remember anything -- anything that can stop this. Your best friend's name appears for a second, but then it disappears. A memory of you and your parents surge, but it fades away in seconds. A photo of yourself show up in your search, but it disintegrates before your eyes. You can't remember anything. You can't resist anymore. At this point, you don't even recognize the word "you."
When you open your eyes, you're no longer yourself.
All around you, yellow plains stretch themselves into the horizon. The golden grass rustles with the wind, dancing to its tune. There are almost no trees in here, and the sky shines with a pleasant blue color. In the distance, you can see dozens of lions and zebras, coexisting amidst the wild.
At last, you're home.
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For a second I thought this was under the Hentai category!