Despite your repeated searches around the room, you can't seem to find your polo shirt or jeans. Cursing the moderator for the probable theft, you find yourself begrudgingly grabbing the huge suit off of the wall and putting yourself inside it. It looks huge on you, with the shirt and jacket reaching down to your thighs, your fingers barely poking out of the sleeves, and your toes barely poking out of the cuffs of the long pants.
Was the moderator high when he got this suit ready? You are about to take it off when you are stuck the with the sudden idea of putting on the mask as well. You turn and snatch the tiger's head off of the bench and hold it up over your head with both hands. Taking a deep breath, you lower the mask onto your own head.
All of a sudden, a wave of energy passes unexpectedly through your body. You cry out and bring up your hands to remove the mask, but pulling on the pointed ears only warrants pain on the top of your own head. The mask feels like it's warping, twisting, and shrinking around your head. You open your mouth and scream loudly, only to suddenly feel a huge pressure as your mouth surges forward, connecting and melding with the muzzle of the mask. Your teeth melt into the sharp points and your tongue feels heavy in your considerably larger mouth.
From the neck down, things are bloating up rapidly, limbs and torso gaining masses of muscle that strains against the suit's once - loose limbs and middle section. Your ass fills out the seat of the pants, pushing it tight as a huge pressure builds in your tailbone, resulting in a splitting sound as a thick, long tail grows out and hangs between your ankles.
Your body finishes bulking up as your spine cracks and shoots you upward, your head banging against the ceiling as you add a foot and a half to your height. Your hands become thick dextrous paws with claws that poke put the end. Your feet crack and swell into huge paws as your bulky legs bend forward to a digitradepaws position. You feel a tingling on your neck as the fur on your mask sweeps down your entire body in a wave, until you grow a thick pelt of orange-and-black stripes with some white areas of fur as well.
Your head finishes feeling like it is being crushed as there is a sound of fabric straining as your entire body pushes hard against the material desperately trying to keep it in. Your eyes snap open, now golden and slitted as your head moves to attention, ears swiveling slightly and whiskers moving. Staring mirror is a seven-foot tall, muscular behemoth of a tiger in a nice-looking suit.
Your head swims for a moment as you stumble against the wall, almost breaking through it, unaccustomed to your new bulk. You have to be dreaming right? You didn't just transform into a huge tiger, did you?
You grab for the door handle in a daze and stumble out, almost hitting your head on the frame as you duck under the door due to your new height. Someone grabs your hand and pulls you along.
"Wow, you look so much better now. C'mon, I've got something to show you." Rachel says. You look over and now see an anthro golden retriever in a green dress leading you through the hall, holding her yellow paw in your massive striped one.