There's Got to Be a Word!

Although fur sprouts all over your body, it fails to conceal the fact that you are a hippopotamus. Fangs erupt like geysers from your gums, but your snout remains precisely that: a snout. When your transformation is complete, you look something like a fuzzy vampire hippopotamus. You feel more powerful, but you are more peculiar than frightening.

"Hey," entreats Fred, "would you mind not standing too close to me in public? It's nothing personal, really."

Written by Joey Liverwurst

No more pages for this story line have been written yet. Use the link below to write one of your own!

Add your own new page to the story!

Back to the parent page