Wow, I haven't put anything new up on FurAffiniy in ages! So I figured I may as well so I don't seem very dead. Story for Metamorpher:


"Playing Cards"

Recently Jeff had been having a stroke of some bad luck, but it had promptly turned around all the same. Jeff had been robbed, someone had taken his favorite deck of trading cards. He hadn't noticed for a while, however with some tips and information he had tracked down the culprit to a store. Within he confronted the individual, who said he did take it in front of several people. Jeff more or less was ecstatic, especially since the store owner was watching, the culprit had sold off and traded most of Jeff's cards so they weren't replaceable, not without a lot of money. Yet the culprit was ruined mostly, the word spread and he was marked, someone had a picture and sent it around to the other local areas and they put it in a place to identify him. That made things even better for Jeff, not only did he have the most of his deck back, but also he had gotten the theif so hated most places banned his entry! But bits of negative here and there weren't to much of an issue, for so many better things happened to Jeff than he had thought possible!

Online he became more active with people into the same sorts of stuff he was, and made a good friend he called his "lucky charm." This was because after meeting him, more people came and met him online and he was getting more renown. He had picked up drawing and felt inspired to do so. Life was fantastic! Jeff felt quite invincible as of late, and was playing cards better than before, not a single loss. For now he had gotten a Sierra Mist to gulp down as he sad back down for his next match he had planned. But regardless of waiting so much, his challenger had shown up really late. With something of a sigh the two got the match on, about 15 minutes later, Jeff was getting his cards back together from another win. Opponent defeated and leaving, Jeff just noticed something odd while checking to see if all of his cards were there. Somehow, someway, there was a card Jeff didn't own inside his set. Taking the card specifically and looking at it, it was barren, no stats or abilities, effects, or title. It only read as "T-Rex," with a large to realistic picture of one.

Still a little confused Jeff simply put the card in his pocket before putting his main deck away in a small box on his belt loop under his vest. Pitching his Sierra Mist bottle into the trash can and began to head for home. Driving a bit through town some, he let his window down and his blond hair flickered in the twilight as it started to become night. Pulling in his driveway Jeff hopped out of his vehicle and locked it before turning the key ring to his house key, with a slide and click he put his key in the slot and creaked his door open with a swish and the smell of his house blew back out into his face. Going on inside and locking the door behind him he tossed his shoes off, something was making his feet hurt a lot for some reason. Leaning up against a wall for a moment he rubbed his foot before continuing to get comfortable and set in for the evening. Up the stairs Jeff went, the new card in his pocket had been slowly merging into his skin...the entire time, he didn't even notice it missing when he was taking his vest and belt off, or taking the contents of his pockets out. The card was traded back when Jeff's deck was taken by the thief, however he never noticed it, the card was just a wad of magical energy, only capable of outputting what was inscribed on it in card form...

Sighing with relief to have been home, Jeff fell back arms out on his bedspread and hummed at how nice it felt, really bringing that saying: "You never sleep better than on your own bed." As the night dragged on, Jeff set his clock forward an hour due to Daylight savings time. True he didn't mind the time change, just the loss of some sleep was an issue. Magical energy pulsing throughly through his entire being, only as a warm and tingly feeling, not painful or bad, just soothing and vibrant, going relatively unnoticed. Later in the night after watching an epic movie and sitting down with popcorn Jeff had went to the restroom to brush his teeth before bed. Eyes sagging a bit from tiredness he stuck the brush in his mouth and started to brush over his teeth. Something of interest did catch his attention, mostly that when he was done brushing...the bristles on it were mostly in shreds and torn up! The matter gaining his attention Jeff pulled his lips open some and looked inside his mouth to see his teeth, not normal, but slightly pointed all around! Going back to touch one, Jeff pricked his finger in touching one, it was deathly sharp! Jeff moved his tongue over his new teeth, very, very gently... The sharpness couldn't have been an illusion, Jeff confirmed by looking at the red liquid coming from his fingertip!

Shocked and afraid, what was happening to him! Jeff was begging to break out in a cold sweat he barely picked up on and continued to watch his teeth in the mirror, shifting and the occassional popping of one into a bigger, more malicious size, and shape! Almost as if someone else had tugged at him to see if he was alright, he began to get a feeling in his arm. Looking down at it...grotesquly in moving flesh short little things were pricking themselves out of his skin. Wide eyed without a doubt, Jeff wasn't sure what to do now. Does he run to get help? Should he just not move and maybe it will all be over? Or is this some freak dream he's having...? Regardless Jeff started to move a bit and put his arm up to his disfiguring arm, and felt a smooth and leathery feeling, those little pricks about his flesh were...scales..! Round in shape, sleek in look, and starting to lace one on top of another. The new dark and luscious black scales were no longer alone, they had begun to make patches out of Jeff's skin. From walking back far enough he'd collided with his bathroom wall and fell down on his bath mat, with a sharp thud, as if he'd become much heavier. In that statement Jeff had found a lot of truth! He could feel...and more eerily hear the snaps and shattering cracks his shoulders were making, becoming much more broad and tight with muscles Jeff had felt bulking up in mass underneath his constantly forming scales, that were starting to connect in some joints. Jeff felt what he knew would be an unimaginable amount of pain from his bones moving...for now he felt lucky he couldn't, because the noise was making him feel sick to his stomach. Or was it in the end? Rubbing it, his belly felt sleek and smooth, scaly patches on top of his chest already! Here, there, and mostly everywhere, the scales were overrunning him!

Still sitting on his cold tile floor, he'd either moved without noticing, or it was just himself getting larger from this transformation happening to him now! Down at his left foot he could feel something erupting from his sock...-Quuuuuuuuuurp!- Went the elastic in a paper torn noise, an enormous human foot bulging stuck out, the thumping and numb feeling in his foot was soon followed by another in his right as the same thing happened! More pulling feelings started acting up, on his arms, his torso feeling like a tug a war ground, as a jerk here, and thrust there, expanded out, before pulling back in! Something of only a bit shorter arms than he had had before were now his own, Jeff's index and middle finger starting to feel glued together all of the sudden. From his neck and going downward was a long and loud series of cricks that started to tear his shirt into shreds. Jeff was thankful it wasn't his favorite vest being destroyed now. Reaching a throbbing arm at the sink, Jeff somehow managed to pull himself up again onto his fat feet, and looked in awe...and terror at what was in front of him. What he saw was his shirt falling to ribbons, a tight pack of muscles upon his chest, defined by extra tight scales to show them off in the bathroom's flickering light...looking up at the pedestal, the light wasn't blinking his eyes were getting larger, and Jeff hurridly looked into the mirror to start to see his face pressing forward. Crossing his new eyes...somewhat it hurt to do so, his vision becoming more binoculary, in a straight forward sense. With his slowly depleting free eye movement Jeff started to eye his nose flattening out a lot on his face stretching out. In this movement, Jeff had relief from his bunched up forming fangs, they started to slide in his elongating gum line and fill in the space with a warm welcome.

Gleaming in his new sharp, and slitted yellow eyes, Jeff's face still elongating and he saw his teeth with them, details as if in high definition. Reaching his hands up again to his face and feeling it, the scales hadn't neglected any inch as they creeped along, nothing more than a light grazing feeling. Jeff's fingers were getting longer, to make up for his entire arms slight decrease in size. The pressing together of Jeff's index and middle finger from earlier had become obvious, since his scream finally erupted, no more four fingers...but now three. Glancing down in a shed of fear at the new forming claws that were indeed his hands, Jeff felt like bursting. Why were all of these things happening, he loved transformation...but experiencing it was so odd...and felt so strange...Jeff's shorts were letting out the noises of his shirt's old melody. His short pocket exploded out and into his bathroom wall leaving a large indention through it, and the tatters that were his shorts were just barely clinging onto his legs. From there, the start of a faint pull came from the tip of his new and bulging spine, while at the opposing side, Jeff's spine was starting to push upward, his muscled neck expanding with his new snout for a face. More along Jeff's feeling and vision could allow was his nose shifting and changing into two large black holes at the front of his new scaly snout, breathing in deep and letting out a new breath it sounded heavy and heated. Down back in legs was the bulky and tightening feeling he had felt from his stomach. Looking down, shorts no longer an issue, Jeff browsed at his tight calf and thigh muscles as they're just as defined as his arms and chest, speaking of his arms, they felt stubbier again, only another inch shorter he supposed. Jeff was starting to realize whatever was doing all of this to him was nearly completed and there wasn't much hope or thoughts of stopping it. Starting to move out of his bathroom finally, Jeff had a very woozy time walking on his inflated scaly feet.

"Almost therrrrre...."-Jeff had growled out as he kept on walking down his hallway, his clawed hands tearing the drywall and paint coat off of the sides of the hallway, before he heard another few little cracks around his ears? Wait that was it! His ears! Reaching up a hand to feel for them, there were only slight round holes on the sides of his head now too...Presuming that his ears had merged into his head as his neck elongated and caused Jeff his new haunched over position. More numbness in his legs caused Jeff to fall up against the wall and look down at his feet again, slowly changing from feet. Jeff terrified watched as his throbbing fat toes began to merge together and started to pull back up somewhat. Sharp faint feelings ran in his toe tips, white nails curving to a lethal edge and becoming black all of the sudden, and very sharp like his new fangs. They round and stick out all four of them...NO! Ran through Jeff's head one more time as he watches his toes bend inward together and fuse as not five anymore, or the four he had just counted, but three huge clawed feet that started to arch him upward and even more tall in what he felt to be a tiptoe position, he continued to slide down the wall side new feet keeping him a little balanced from running into the other side of the wall. With the attempt to stand up again the pressure Jeff was putting on the wall made it creak a bit, Jeff felt like he'd smashed it from this, amazingly not as he didn't fall through the wall quite yet. Jeff looked up now, and watched the remnants of his hair fall out in tatters... The holes for ears on the side of Jeff's head started to hear and his back began to feel more spinal columns push on downward as he felt that shiver of scales cover what only Jeff could theorize to be his new tail to complete his change!

Slowly and somehow at a rapid rate, he heard his spine moving on down, and felt an immense amount of girth starting to weigh him down, what's worse was that the wall was getting an equally large amount of strain from this new appendage pressing into it! With the attempt to hurry and stand up to get away from the wall, Jeff's new tail made it's grand arrival with a loud plunge through his wall, and Jeff falling with it, down to the floor the tail dragged down and perhaps even through the wall on it's opposing side was destroyed now too. The final shreds of his shorts lie in the hallway, and somehow a flutter of the card he'd found and put into his pocket from earlier floated down into his lap, and as he looked at it, he felt like he'd been looking at himself, the card thereafter, fell into dust...

Aftermath...

Walking out of his favorite card shop, it's been about two weeks since Jeff had transformed. Happily walking out of the shop that is, since that one card had made such a difference in his life, but there was only one thing really. He found he could shift from the anthromorphic T-Rex and his human form at will! Not much is to be said to that, he'd gotten something he'd always really wanted, to be a part of something prehistoric...

-End
By and © to:
weredingo
Jeff © to being Metamorphers

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