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Topic: Jamie's Backstory - by dragontaur (Furry)

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Re: Jamie's Backstory - by dragontaur (Furry)

He had not been expecting a box this large. Two weeks ago, he had found an indy game advertising a virtual reality experience like no other. Surprisingly, it required a physical address, and was not available for digital download. James was a gamer's gamer. He loved indie games, and particularly liked finding those strange games that had not hit the limelight. So seeing the massive box was a pleasant surprise. It was nice to be rewarded for supporting small developers. It was probably loaded with feelies.

James was, however, incorrect. The box contained only one thing: A helmet. His eyes opened wide in shock. Was this a VR helmet? No fucking way! He lifted it reverently and examined the device. It wasn't a brand he had seen before. It didn't look particularly high tech, but considering how expensive these things were, he was surprised they had sent him one at all! The game was only $20. They probably paid that much for shipping! He was more excited than ever to try it out. He plugged it into his rig and the device drivers installed themselves, almost as if by magic! Much to his surprise, the game was pre-installed on the helmet, so he wasted no time slipping it on and loading the game.

The loaded up quickly, the world gaining definition over time. First basic shapes, then small 3D details, then textures... It was kind of amateur hour, to be honest. It should have rendered it all in advance. But then the game world kept gaining detail. The textures grew sharper, the models more detailed. Every second that went by made the world more lifelike. By the time it had finished loading, it looked like a picture. It was indistinguishable from real life! He appeared to be in a fantasy village, so he figured he must be in some kind of adventure game. The website had been pretty vague. He found a local vendor and loaded up on gear, determined to give the game a run for its money.

He had not made it far out of town before being assaulted with a quest. A farmer came running at him, asking for help. "A beast is attacking my sheep! Please, save them!" Well, it wasn't exactly saving the world, but a quest was a quest, right? Besides, he was only first level. He ran after the farmer, marveling at how realistic the game was. The crunch of dirt beneath his feet, the sun shining through the trees, the slight smell of damp earth... That last one had to be his imagination, of course, but it was a testament to how great the design was. He made it to the farm without delay. He had been expecting a wolf of a bear, but the monster attacking the sheep was something far more terrifying. It was a lion, but with draconic wings, three heads, and a snake instead of a tail. A chimera. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. This was a first level enemy? Well, it certainly beat fighting rats!

He charged at it, swinging his sword and catching it by surprise. His first blow severed the goat head. It dived after him, claws flying. Time seemed to slow, his focus concentrating on those glistening draconic claws. He rolled out of the way, ending up sprawled on the ground. He felt a puncture in his shoulder, and screamed in pain. The snake had bitten him! He swung again, lopping off the creatures tail, and struggled to his feet. How could the game convey pain? No time to think. The beast swung again and he blocked the attack with his sword, deflecting the massive claw at the very last second. He lunged forward, plunging his blade into the beast's chest. It went deep, so deep he couldn't pull it out. He staggered away, disarmed and helpless. The chimera roared, and took a step forward, then another, but... slower. It was growing weaker. James could tell he had wounded it. One more step and it collapsed, spilling its lifeblood on the dusty pasture.

James was exultant. He was victorious! No game had ever come close to that level of intensity before! The amazing graphics, the lifelike AI, the fear, the pain... It was beyond what he could have ever imagined was possible! He felt flushed and warm, excited and exhausted all at once. His face began to tingle slightly. That was... strange. Post-combat jitters? No... Something broke into his vision. A light brown lump, just between his eyes. He reached up to touch it. A... nose? His nose. His fingers frantically felt his changing face. His nose was pressing out into a muzzle, his lip splitting into a feline cleft. His increasingly rough tongue felt his sharpening teeth as his beard and hair grew out into a leonine mane. The warmth spread down from the bite, scales beginning to sprout from his arms as they grew to mirror the draconic claws of his attacker. Even more surprisingly, a pressure on his rear made him turn, and stare in horror as a massive snake seemed to slither out from his back side. He tried to grab it and throw it away, but only managed to hurt himself. He pulled his claws away, staring at the pricks of blood from the snake tail that was now a part of him.

He turned to the farmer, who strangely didn't look surprised. "Got bit, huh?" the farmer asked. Shouldn't he be freaking out? "What's happening to me?" The farmer smiled slightly. "Oh, you got bit, son. Luckily for you, you didn't seem to get too much. Good thing you got that goat head, first. It's much worse if they get you with the breath weapon, too. It'll wear off in a couple of days. Don't worry about it too much." Don't worry about it? James was turning into a fucking monster! "I reckon' that's about as far as you're going to go with the dose you got. Tell you what. I really appreciate what you did for me. Why don't I put you up a couple of days till you get back to normal. You can spend some time with the girls." James, exhausted and frightened, brightened at the possibility of spending some time with female companionship. He followed the farmer into his barn, happy to relax.

What he saw inside, however, was not at all what he expected. There were girls, yes, but inhuman! They appeared to be a mixture of human and cow. Some had more than two breasts, and some had breasts and an udder. Some had both. The farmer nodded. "This here's my herd. Girls, this young adventurer fought off a chimera for ya." They gave out appreciative sounds of awe. "Take good care of him, will ya?" Several of the girls grinned as the farmer disappeared, shutting the doors of the barn.

The cowgirls approached him, running their fingers over his body. He could almost swear he felt them. They hugged him, crushing their prodigious breasts against his body. "Would you like something to drink?" He nodded, and to his surprise, one of the cowgirls with an udder presented it to him. He ran his draconic claws over her fur, tracing her body until his hands rested on her udder. He lifted a teat, and began to drink. Might as well, right? The milk was warm and sweet, heavy and filling at the same time. The other cowgirls pressed themselves against him. burying him in a delicious pile of naked flesh. The warmth of the cowgirls disguised the changes flowing over his body. The swelling of his new pair of breasts, and the second pair, below the originals. The transition of his feet to hooves, as his legs adjusted to a fully bovine digitgrade pair. A tingle in his crotch was easily interpreted as the swelling of an erection, but that was far from the truth. His manhood split, first into two, then four, swelling and thickening as the flesh behind it bulged forward lewdly. His cock was turning into an udder. He stopped drinking for a moment to catch a breath, and happened to see the burgeoning growth beneath the press of cowgirls. "What the fuck?" he yelled. What the fuck was this? Some kind of weird ass fetish game? He opened up the menu, and clicked "End program." A warning box popped up. He ignored it. He wasn't going to play this sick shit. Another warning box, and he reached up in the real world, tearing off the helmet.

Except that was harder than he had thought it would be, because the helmet was caught on his horns. Horns? He thrashed, claws crushing the helmet in his desperation to remove offending apparatus. The movement sent his numerous breasts jiggling. He stared down in horror as he saw that his body was identical to how it was in the game. Four breasts, each with four nipples, just begging to be milked. An udder, in the middle of transformation, four large cocks standing proud that, seconds later, would have been bovine teats. This was unreal. It couldn't be happening...

But it was real. Over the coming hours, James realized that he was no longer in the game. The helmet had been destroyed in his post-logout panic. The website he had ordered the game from was gone. He was a monster, a combination of chimera and cowgirl, and it looked, for all the world, like he was going to have to live with that.