Miggs ran along a narrow rock bridge, not daring to look back. All around him he heard
strange whale songs of interdimensional behemoths. He'd already spent far too long in the
World of Chaos and needed to find a portal back to Earth. It would not be long before the
creatures here noticed his presence here and began the hunt for human meat.
Miggs rested his back against a face of purple rock and caught his breath, keeping an eye
out in all directions for the creatures of this plane. He'd heard stories of people who
weren't so lucky traveling through this plane. Some were killed. Others were permanently
transformed into freakish beings different shapes, sizes, and genders.
After he caught his breath, Miggs sighed with new determination. He had to get to the
King of Quell to warn him of the danger his son was in. He was the only one left who knew
the plan of the evil twisted sorceress Igna.
Miggs steadied himself and readied to continue his run, when he noticed he was stuck to
the face of purple rock he leaned against. He frantically tried to unstick himself when he
noticed the slimy tendrils escaping from the rock face, attempting to wrap around him.
Miggs tore off his cloak and was barely able to escape before it was absorbed into the rock
face.
Miggs stared in horror before he realized that the ground was growing tendrils too, that
then wrapped around one of his boots. He struggled and then kicked off his left boot
before hitting the ground running. He suddenly stopped at the edge of a cliff, looking for
all the world that he could fall forever.
Just then, he felt something breathing on his left shoulder. It was a loud panting breathing
of something big and heavy. With his heart hammering in his chest, Miggs turned very
slowly.
A demonic gargoyle-esque creature stood face to face with Miggs now, his eyes glowing.
He roared and charged at Miggs, who reached to grab his shield to defend himself.
The monster vanished into smoke when he hit the shield. Miggs simply stood at arms for
a moment, horrified, before he dropped to his knees. He had been protected somehow by
the Divine Spirit of the World of Chaos.
As he collapsed, however, he stared at his hands. They were changing to a greenish color
before his very eyes. Suddenly, he grunted at a pain in his back and dug his hands into
the ground. He felt his pants stretch before his spine lengthened and tore his pants to
shreds.
He had not been spared by the Divine Spirit.
With his genitals now exposed to the cold air of the World of Chaos, he felt his member go
stiff at the intense pain he was experiencing while he suffered from painful shrinkage. All
the while, yet another sensation was happening in himself, one of his parts shifting. With
his eyes clenched shut, he could only feel his testicles withdrawing further within himself,
shifting into new positions and shapes, while his member pressed against himself and
gave him an entirely alien sensation that he could only describe as "unravelling."
Miggs, now very definitely possessing female equipment, felt her changes go further. Her
hips swelled, her lengthening spine felt heavier, her clitoris felt different against the air as
it became scaled and the one boot left she was wearing was torn apart by her now-
hooved feet. Simultaneously, the changes swept up her body. Her waist narrowed and was
quickly plated in the scales rising from her groin. She felt them creep up her body beneath
her straining tunic.
Her tunic was becoming tight and constraining her chest, when suddenly the thing ripped
to shreds as two weights on her back weighed her to the ground. However, at the same
time, her breast tissue was developing, and her now incredibly sensitive chest was
smacked against the ground, that she rolled over and off the cliff ledge in pain.
As Miggs plummeted into the abyss, she screamed, reaching higher and higher octaves as
the changes further enveloped her. Her naked body tumbled through the air, the wind
roaring pass her face and her sensitive scaled genitals.
Miggs could not control the wings on her back at the speed she was falling. Truly she
would die here in the World of Chaos, she thought. This would be a better fate than to
show up back on Earth as a nude green demonic woman, who would be thought of as
Igna's minion and killed. She closed her eyes, clenched her fangs and waited for impact
and death.
* * *
Prince Eodor of Quell stood chained and trapped in the tower of the evil sorceress Igna. He
knew back at the palace Igna's minions had replaced him with a body double. No one in
the kingdom would suspect he'd been kidnapped.
Only his loyal messenger Miggs knew the truth. He had sent him through a passage in the
World of Chaos as a shortcut to the palace. Prince Eodor sighed. He hoped he hadn't sent
Miggs on a suicide mission.
Suddenly, a noise came from the window. Prince Eodor raised his head in excitement.
Could it be, rescue? He thought. He shifted in his chains to get a better look out the
window.