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Part 1:

The rocky riverside was quite a beautiful sight on its own, enough to entice the average tourist to sit and stay put all day, but I had not traveled to Scotland just to lay back and enjoy the scenery. My camera was polished, tent set up, and I was prepared to finally catch the first fully clear image of the legendary resident of Loch Ness.
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Explorers that set out towards finding monsters, spirits and UFOs were always met with ridicule, but back in the states I had gathered a grand renown with my camera. I was known as the guy who proved a thought-extinct bird was still alive deep in the jungle; I had photographed trees growing in completely dark caverns never seen by mankind; I had taken pictures of lemurs living in an almost human-like society on a desolate island; and now that my career had taken off enough to travel the world full-time, crowds were truly expecting a breakthrough from Loch Ness. When I announced my plan to confirm the creature’s existence on film, even the most fervent naysayers began to doubt their own beliefs. If anyone would return home with an album full of perfect snapshots of Nessie, it would be me!
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Of course, I needed to spend several weeks preparing for this venture, well aware of the beast’s reputation. Others spent years using hidden cameras, sonars, and all sorts of high-tech surveillance, and when such tactics failed to record traces of the monster, people were led to doubt its existence. However, I believed that the creature was simply smarter than we thought, and an expert at hiding. She would never willingly reveal herself to humans! So my camp was set up to obscure my presence in every conceivable way.
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I had studied the geography of the loch for months, analysed every supposed sighting of the beast, and many other details that most pseudo-scientists overlooked. I had planned to snap my camera from within the security of a camouflaged tent, located near where I believed the monster had a secret hideout. I even bought some scent-masking cologne in case she detected humans by smell, but considering the history, I was inclined to prepare even more.
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Despite my groundbreaking pictures, I was mostly a down to earth guy, so I was quite apprehensive when, last week, a friend of mine convinced me to try out an avenue that professionals would look down upon - an “expert” in the supernatural. A self-proclaimed shaman lady in Inverness, who made money by telling phony fortunes and offering shiny rocks with claims of magic. I asked her for a way to obscure my presence from Nessie. Something that makes my human body imperceptible to her mythical glory.
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Even though I was hesitant to allow a person who believes in spirits and curses to tinker with my means of work, the sorceress snatched the camera from my hands and sprinkled some dust over the glass. After I yanked it back, she remarked that in order to mask myself and meet Nessie, I would need to perform a quick ritual that involved taking a selfie by the very lake where the monster lived. She explained that the blessing was only guaranteed to work if I snapped the shutters during low tide, and its effect would last for the weekend…
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That shaman also warned me that I should not allow anything to kiss me while the magic was under effect, “lest it may cause unforetold changes.” My eyes rolled, since nobody would be around for such intimacy anyways.
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I was simply frustrated that I had wasted my afternoon with such mambo jambo, doubting that any of the colourful liquids or books in that shop actually held anything supernatural. The shaman shot me a disappointed glance as I sighed and made my way out. I only recalled her stupid ritual now, as my “blessed” lens sparkled in the beautiful sun.
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When I stepped down to the coastline to take in the orange, shining sunrise, I noticed that it was low tide, exactly the moment when the shaman told me to take a picture of myself.
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Regardless of that silly ritual, I supposed that there would be no downside to having a selfie for the journalist reports regarding my trip to this remote shore, far away from any loud tourists who could scare Nessie away. It was quite doubtful that the shaman had done anything, but the crowd of magic-believers tended to overlap with those interested in Nessie, so they may enjoy hearing about the enchantress who meddled with my lenses. Why not? I shrugged to myself.
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And so I turned away, holding the camera out to catch the natural spectacle behind me, trying to find the perfect angle that showed the sun rays painting the lake like a pool of molten copper. I smiled, made a peace sign with my other hand, and... Snap!
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Following the flash, I turned the device around to look at the picture, only to be surprised by a “Low battery” message, followed by a complete deactivation. What in the world? I was sure this thing was fully charged minutes ago!
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Bzzzzzzzzzz… my digital watch also sparked and started acting weird. The numbers were changing randomly, before it totally dimmed out as well.
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When I took a single step towards my camp, seeking backup batteries, a tingling sensation went down my spine. A cramp suddenly afflicted my ankles and I found myself falling without any time to react… All I could think of was holding my camera firmly before impact!
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Flompf!... No pain whatsoever...
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I yelped in confusion as my arms and legs outstretched like a star over the gravel, my head facing towards the campsite as my chin rested on the ground. Luckily my camera was saved! But still... What the heck? Why did my legs collapse like that!? And why did my fall feel like landing on a mattress?
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I set my waterproof camera aside and tried pushing against the ground to stand up, but it took all of my strength just to push myself one inch. My legs were stiff and just hoisting my body felt like rolling a boulder uphill, leaving me stuck in this ridiculous position laying on my stomach. It felt like my muscles were made of lead, and even the smallest movement was too much of a task to manage.
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Bewildered by this sudden weakness, I also noticed that my hands had acquired a bare, almost shiny texture in the sun. They were no longer covered in tiny hairs, and all the tan, scars, and marks accumulated over the years were fading before my eyes... They were as smooth as plastic!
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Before I could even grasp what was going on, the bones inside my arms began to flatten and widen, as if melting into some kind of soup. My fingers became chubbier, and the flaps of skin between them thickened, filling the gaps like the webs in a frog’s feet. My fingernails were just as shiny as the rest of my skin, and after a few more seconds, they blended in perfectly to reduce my ten phillanges to thick, hollow tubes. My arms were flat, tubby, and made of a shiny material that seemed to less and less resemble my flesh!
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My photographer instinct was to grab the camera and capture this clearly-supernatural, horrifying event overtaking my limbs. When I reached for the device, my gleaming fingers slid right over its metal frame, their fat widths starting to meld into each other as if I were wearing fuzzy mittens. I swatted at the camera with both flabby arms, trying to lift it, but even once I finally managed a decent grip, it was too heavy for me to even pick up!
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In a fit of anger, I slammed the ground with that pair of featureless arms, like a stupid seal drumming in a circus and, to my surprice, the expensive watch that had been attached to my wrist went flying away into the bushes… and I heard a loud crack...
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As I cringed at the loss of such precious equipment, my tanned flesh started to shift to a brighter colour. Instead of anything close to a human tone, my skin was painted a light green, like a children’s toy… the shining texture of rubber!
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At this point, I finally recognized the emerald-coloured trapezoids that had become of my arms. Nessie was always depicted with four similar large fins, resembling elongated dolphin flippers… except these were clearly made of some sort of latex! Why did my arms look like something mass-produced in a factory!?
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Instead of blood, fat and bones keeping my appendages rigid, they felt… hollow, as if my skin was held in some sort of suspended bubble. I could sense everything they touched, as always, but there were no bones or joints. They were weightless, and naturally swatted every time a gust of wind breezed by…
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When I tried to wiggle a set of fingers that didn’t exist anymore, I quickly found that the rest of my muscles were stiffening as well. My legs were shortening, more splotches of my skin were becoming that smooth, shiny surface, completely hairless and elastic, and I still could not bend my back out of this position. I had no strength left at all!
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As more and more of my body’s interior was replaced with flimsy air, my mind filled with intense dread and panic. What in tarnation was happening!? A human with latex fins for arms and legs was even more fantastical than sighting Nessie! I wanted to tell myself that this was a dream, but how could I come up with something so real and terrifying!? My insides were slowly vanishing from perception, but somehow I was still alive.
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I was actually losing control over my body! I had driven several miles away from any town in order to spot Nessie, and after a whole life of perfect health I was getting paralyzed in the wilderness! Was this related to that spell the shaman gave me!? Was she using a spell to punish me for not believing in her abilities, or for wanting to find the Loch Ness monster?
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My stomach, previously hungry, started to actually gurgle and expand with the volume of gas, which was a similar sensation to drinking many gallons of soda. I let out a gasp as my belly stretched and bulged out like a balloon, and my torso, also painted in this green material, rounded out and creaked as it rubbed against the ground. The pronounced six pack on my abdomen, that I was so proud off, bloated until my belly was completely smooth, almost pregnant-looking, without a muscle in sight.
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Out of embarrassment, as if someone were around to watch me rapidly take up more and more volume, I covered over my stomach with those wing-like hands, but that hollow orb continued to broaden until the threads of my clothes tensed up under stress, the buttons begging for dear life. I tried my hardest to stop the growth before my T-shirt burst, which was never before a possibility with how thin I was, but my body just kept bloating up to the size of a beach ball. The huge pressure in my belly eventually travelled up my throat, and then…
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“Squeak!” Came out of my mouth.
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My face instantly reddened with shame. That high pitched noise didn’t fit my deep voice at all! It sounded more fit to a stuffed animal being hugged! A silly cartoon! How could I sound like that!?
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“What the- Squeak! hell is- Squeak! going on?” Those noises were like uncontrollable hiccups.
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My fins covered my mouth in embarrassment.
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“Help- Squeak! I’m- squeak! Squeak squeak!” Those mouse-like sounds proved themselves easier to utter than my human voice, especially as my neck began turning into air as well. It felt like a reverse puberty change in my vocal chords!
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“Squeak!” The sound came out, without me even attempting to speak that time! A few seconds later, my cheeks puffed up and I squeaked again, and again, unable to stop. The air bubbles manifested themselves within my throat, coming up automatically, each noise making me sound like some pathetic toy instead of the professional explorer I was meant to be.
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“Squeak! Squeak squeak!” They escaped more and more frequently as my belly bulked over three times its former size. Each hiccup caused my body to contract, and when it relaxed, I bloated out bigger than before. My shirt, which formerly was a bit roomy for my slim form, was stretched to the limit, and I could feel threads splitting by the second…
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I tried to exhale some air out of me, as if blowing birthday candles desperately before my stomach grew out too much, but eventually…
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“Squeeeeak!-” RIIIIP! My shirt opened violently, showing my large, billowy, smooth, green stomach underneath. Completely different from the fit, muscly form I worked so hard to maintain. I couldn’t believe that I had gotten so big that I destroyed a shirt! And I could only express my embarrassment through squeaks!
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After the bulbous lumps on my belly revealed themselves, I now took up two meters in diameter and the pressure began to shift downwards, bloating and stretching my butt. The region between my thighs rounded out into itself, the buttcrack being smoothed over and simply melding into the rest of my body. Before I could even process my butt being sealed, its two cheeks fused into one round end, taking away the ass that women loved to see and leaving me with a large, inflated egg-shaped rear end.
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Right as my pants were being strained by the new globe in my thighs, I winced and... RIIIIIIIIIIP! My trousers exploded, letting my giant ass spread over the rocky beach. Torn pieces of cloth scattered around my large, misshapen body, and I was now only in my undergarments, which were stretched so thin they more resembled a thong…
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Once the shiny substance overtook my crotch, the hairs covering it fell off, making that region shiny and rubbery. I patted the area with my fins, expecting to find a certain body part very important to my dignity, but my loins were completely barren, smoothed out… I winced and sighed… letting out a sad squeak...
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At that point, my torso held no resemblance to a human shape at all. My fins were splayed around like a turtle, with the legs starting to widen and stretch out similarly. My toes and knees were covered in more of that rubbery, green surface, and sprawled over the dirt. My limbs were soon reduced to four large, trapezoidal fins that were completely unfit for landwalking… and given how weak I felt, they probably wouldn’t even work well in the water!
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“I- Squeak! need to- Squeak! do some- squeak!” In a panic, I looked back to my tent, remembering that I had a cellphone there that I could use for help. “Damn- Squeak! You shaman- Squeak!” This was nowhere close to what I wanted! I wanted to be invisible to Nessie, not some weird… rubbery… inflatable!
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I tried to wiggle my butt and use those tubby fins to crawl back up the shore, but my body was so large and those limbs so frail that I could not lug myself forward! All I could do was swat these big, fan-like folds of rubber, wobbling in place! Not even dragging myself was an option, because the latex fins slid right off, too slippery and useless to grip onto anything. My body was nearly frictionless, and attempts at crawling only produced loud creaks! I even tried to bounce on the floor like a fish out of water, but I lacked the stretch to lift myself a finger’s length.
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I panted heavily and shook my head, feeling how big it was and how much it wobbled. My entire body was packed with air, as light as any pool toy, but still I was unable to support my own weight. My campsite was mere feet away, teasing me as the only way to call for help, but I was becoming weaker exponentially faster than I was becoming lighter.
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My bloated back flattened and spread over the ground into a perfectly circular shape, making my entire torso a round cylinder about two feet tall, with my fins perfectly placed at each corner. At this point my underwear surviving was a work of magic in itself, but I winced as punctual pressure eventually pushed against it…
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Stretch… stretch… something was growing from the place where my beautiful butt used to be…
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“Squeak!” Ripp! My underwear snapped as a small bump forced through the backside of my wide, girthy torso, puffing with repeating pulses of air. Before long the wide, new addition to my body curved upward into a pointed end. That teardrop-shaped appendage kept on stretching and inflating behind me like a long party balloon growing from my rear, taking the shape of a stubby reptilian tail. When it stopped stretching from me, I was even able to wiggle the entire thing back and forth a bit.
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The green skin, the fins, the tail, the curvy neck… I would say I looked like an inflatable Nessie toy that could be found at the pool! An inflatable, cutesy loch ness monster souvenir!
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“Da-squeak!-mn!”
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My creaky face was red with blush. How could I just turn into a ridiculous-looking object like this!? Me, an internationally-renowned explorer now perfectly resembled a thing that literal children play with to keep afloat! If anyone could see me, they would find my transformation more breathtaking than the very mythical creatures I wanted to take a picture of!
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The intense frustration that such a thing was happening to me during my big moment was soon cut off by another uncanny sensation. My belly button, which was pressed against the ground, started to flare up. Instead of fading like most of my features, the thing made a larger cavern. I let out a surprised squeak as it felt like something was pushing into it. That hole in my chest, which no longer had any organs to connect to, widened and cracked a few inches deeper into my balloon-like body, forming a bubble.
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The force continued to push against the button for a very long time, and I would be screaming if my speech hadn't been replaced with balloon-like creaks and squeaks. It felt like a ball was pushing through my chest, digging deeper and wider, creating a hollow pocket in my torso that was almost growing all the way to my back… Squeak!
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My belly hole pushed all the way through to the other side, straight through my body, changing me from a cylinder to a ring. The sensation of air rushing through me was a bizarre experience that I could never explain to the reporters. Even worse, the hole continued to widen, forcing my chest even further apart down the middle.
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I turned my neck as much as I could, creaking with each degree, to watch that crater grew until my torso turned into a long tube that went in a loop, like a donut, connecting to my head, my four fins, and my fat tail. The hole was wide enough for a person to stand inside, like a life preserver with my soul trapped inside.
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“Somebody- squeak! Help!- Squeak! I’m squeak-ing into a- squeak! Squeaaaaaak! Squeak squeak squeak!” I was sent into panic as the last of my human speech was replaced by a repeated string of pool toy noises. My windpipe was now truly stuffed with air, with my head next in line to become a pressure-holding vessel.
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The back of my throat started to swell up and close with a wall of rubber, and I gasped for breath, expecting to suffocate, but nothing happened once the seal was closed. My body no longer ran on food and water, and it technically needed air, but not in the way that I was used to. Rather than breathing it with my lungs, I probably depended on someone to blow at my nozzle to keep me full… Though, now that I thought about it, I didn’t seem to have a nozzle at all!
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A few seconds ago, I had been freaking out over my voice being swapped out for the embarrassing sounds of a pool toy, but now, as I tried to yelp, not a single noise would escape me... not even a squeak. The smoothness started to creep its way up my neck, threatening to finish coating me in that soft rubber…
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I shook my head and begged for it to stop, but when my nose disappeared, and my hair dropped to reveal a shiny baldness, I knew what was coming. Wanting to cry in fear, I tried to shut my eyes, but they would not close. My sight holes were now flat, painted pieces of rubber resembling eyes, and no matter how much I stressed, they had no lids to close anymore. I was perpetually forced to stare straight ahead.
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I kept my mouth open in a silent scream as the oozing plastic began to grow over my lips and cover that last human feature. When the impending smoothing finally came all the way up my throat, my face was painted with the static image of an open mouth, with my tongue suspended in place, and lips partially opened in a wavy embarrassed smile... freezing the very complexion I was making the moment my face became rubber. And even though the picture on the plastic showed the inside of my mouth, the interior of my head was stuffed with nothing but air.
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I wanted to scream, but all I could do now was vibrate my body back and forth, all my emotions trapped inside. Before long, I would not be able to move at all, and I’d be left on the shore, completely motionless despite being fully conscious. That dumb shaman must have made a mistake, and made me into a floatie toy for the weekend instead of invisible to Nessie!
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Just when I thought it all was done, more air pumped itself into my head, so much that the rubber stretched out and became a lighter green. It felt like I was about to explode, but then I watched the bottom portion of my vision obscure itself as my face grew outwards a few inches. My mouth bloated out as if I had a balloon trapped in it, expanding and pushing both my cheeks and nose in the process. Once my face adapted to the new air levels and I felt ‘comfortable’ again, my mouth had grown into a ten centimeter round muzzle, still depicting my shocked expression. A couple of black lines streaked themselves at the tip, resembling a cartoonishly-drawn nose, and red stripes formed across my cheeks to indicate that I was blushing.
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When my brain was consumed by the floatie transformation, I expected my consciousness to simply disappear with it, threatening to melt my thoughts into those of an unmoving object… but instead, my neurons turned to a gas, full of static. It spread through me, manifesting itself in the hollowness that formed my body, with a series of small, electrical jolts. It crackled, allowing me to feel every inch of this rubbery prison as if it was full of nerves both on my surface and in the very gas that filled me. I had the ability to sense how each rubbery molecule stretched, the pressure of the air, its temperature, speed and I was even able to form ideas despite not having a normal brain! Yet even with that miracle of nature, I still could not move. My mind was perfectly preserved inside of a jointless object that had no way to express its feelings.
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I tried my hardest to move a single muscle, but absolutely nothing changed. My body was weak and light, vibrating against the slightest gust of wind, but none of its movement was decided by me. All that I was able to do was stare forward, ring-shaped torso splayed over the ground, looking like an object left behind after a beach party… What kind of cruel magic would leave someone immobilized while being perfectly awakened?
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I had hoped for someone to jump out of the bushes and tell me I got pranked… That it was all a joke… That changing people into floaties was just an unknown, very strange custom in the region. But nobody came. I was truly alone there.
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That shaman had said this spell would only last until Monday morning, which I previously considered a short time to catch sight of Nessie, but an entire weekend sitting here as an object would almost feel like an eternity! I wanted to rest in my tent, use my camera and write in a journal! I couldn’t afford to waste this opportunity just lying motionless, in this dumb, insulting air bag of a form! How was I supposed to work like this?
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Worst of all, I wasn’t even facing the loch!

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Image created by: phyrexianrevoker
Story Written by: TurnedIntoDragon and phyrexianrevoker
This story was a collaboration between me and my dear dragon friend, I hope you all enjoy! You should also check her gallery!

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Part 1:

The rocky riverside was quite a beautiful sight on its own, enough to entice the average tourist to sit and stay put all day, but I had not traveled to Scotland just to lay back and enjoy the scenery. My camera was polished, tent set up, and I was prepared to finally catch the first fully clear image of the legendary resident of Loch Ness.
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Explorers that set out towards finding monsters, spirits and UFOs were always met with ridicule, but back in the states I had gathered a grand renown with my camera. I was known as the guy who proved a thought-extinct bird was still alive deep in the jungle; I had photographed trees growing in completely dark caverns never seen by mankind; I had taken pictures of lemurs living in an almost human-like society on a desolate island; and now that my career had taken off enough to travel the world full-time, crowds were truly expecting a breakthrough from Loch Ness. When I announced my plan to confirm the creature’s existence on film, even the most fervent naysayers began to doubt their own beliefs. If anyone would return home with an album full of perfect snapshots of Nessie, it would be me!
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Of course, I needed to spend several weeks preparing for this venture, well aware of the beast’s reputation. Others spent years using hidden cameras, sonars, and all sorts of high-tech surveillance, and when such tactics failed to record traces of the monster, people were led to doubt its existence. However, I believed that the creature was simply smarter than we thought, and an expert at hiding. She would never willingly reveal herself to humans! So my camp was set up to obscure my presence in every conceivable way.
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I had studied the geography of the loch for months, analysed every supposed sighting of the beast, and many other details that most pseudo-scientists overlooked. I had planned to snap my camera from within the security of a camouflaged tent, located near where I believed the monster had a secret hideout. I even bought some scent-masking cologne in case she detected humans by smell, but considering the history, I was inclined to prepare even more.
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Despite my groundbreaking pictures, I was mostly a down to earth guy, so I was quite apprehensive when, last week, a friend of mine convinced me to try out an avenue that professionals would look down upon - an “expert” in the supernatural. A self-proclaimed shaman lady in Inverness, who made money by telling phony fortunes and offering shiny rocks with claims of magic. I asked her for a way to obscure my presence from Nessie. Something that makes my human body imperceptible to her mythical glory.
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Even though I was hesitant to allow a person who believes in spirits and curses to tinker with my means of work, the sorceress snatched the camera from my hands and sprinkled some dust over the glass. After I yanked it back, she remarked that in order to mask myself and meet Nessie, I would need to perform a quick ritual that involved taking a selfie by the very lake where the monster lived. She explained that the blessing was only guaranteed to work if I snapped the shutters during low tide, and its effect would last for the weekend…
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That shaman also warned me that I should not allow anything to kiss me while the magic was under effect, “lest it may cause unforetold changes.” My eyes rolled, since nobody would be around for such intimacy anyways.
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I was simply frustrated that I had wasted my afternoon with such mambo jambo, doubting that any of the colourful liquids or books in that shop actually held anything supernatural. The shaman shot me a disappointed glance as I sighed and made my way out. I only recalled her stupid ritual now, as my “blessed” lens sparkled in the beautiful sun.
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When I stepped down to the coastline to take in the orange, shining sunrise, I noticed that it was low tide, exactly the moment when the shaman told me to take a picture of myself.
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Regardless of that silly ritual, I supposed that there would be no downside to having a selfie for the journalist reports regarding my trip to this remote shore, far away from any loud tourists who could scare Nessie away. It was quite doubtful that the shaman had done anything, but the crowd of magic-believers tended to overlap with those interested in Nessie, so they may enjoy hearing about the enchantress who meddled with my lenses. Why not? I shrugged to myself.
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And so I turned away, holding the camera out to catch the natural spectacle behind me, trying to find the perfect angle that showed the sun rays painting the lake like a pool of molten copper. I smiled, made a peace sign with my other hand, and... Snap!
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Following the flash, I turned the device around to look at the picture, only to be surprised by a “Low battery” message, followed by a complete deactivation. What in the world? I was sure this thing was fully charged minutes ago!
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Bzzzzzzzzzz… my digital watch also sparked and started acting weird. The numbers were changing randomly, before it totally dimmed out as well.
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When I took a single step towards my camp, seeking backup batteries, a tingling sensation went down my spine. A cramp suddenly afflicted my ankles and I found myself falling without any time to react… All I could think of was holding my camera firmly before impact!
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Flompf!... No pain whatsoever...
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I yelped in confusion as my arms and legs outstretched like a star over the gravel, my head facing towards the campsite as my chin rested on the ground. Luckily my camera was saved! But still... What the heck? Why did my legs collapse like that!? And why did my fall feel like landing on a mattress?
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I set my waterproof camera aside and tried pushing against the ground to stand up, but it took all of my strength just to push myself one inch. My legs were stiff and just hoisting my body felt like rolling a boulder uphill, leaving me stuck in this ridiculous position laying on my stomach. It felt like my muscles were made of lead, and even the smallest movement was too much of a task to manage.
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Bewildered by this sudden weakness, I also noticed that my hands had acquired a bare, almost shiny texture in the sun. They were no longer covered in tiny hairs, and all the tan, scars, and marks accumulated over the years were fading before my eyes... They were as smooth as plastic!
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Before I could even grasp what was going on, the bones inside my arms began to flatten and widen, as if melting into some kind of soup. My fingers became chubbier, and the flaps of skin between them thickened, filling the gaps like the webs in a frog’s feet. My fingernails were just as shiny as the rest of my skin, and after a few more seconds, they blended in perfectly to reduce my ten phillanges to thick, hollow tubes. My arms were flat, tubby, and made of a shiny material that seemed to less and less resemble my flesh!
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My photographer instinct was to grab the camera and capture this clearly-supernatural, horrifying event overtaking my limbs. When I reached for the device, my gleaming fingers slid right over its metal frame, their fat widths starting to meld into each other as if I were wearing fuzzy mittens. I swatted at the camera with both flabby arms, trying to lift it, but even once I finally managed a decent grip, it was too heavy for me to even pick up!
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In a fit of anger, I slammed the ground with that pair of featureless arms, like a stupid seal drumming in a circus and, to my surprice, the expensive watch that had been attached to my wrist went flying away into the bushes… and I heard a loud crack...
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As I cringed at the loss of such precious equipment, my tanned flesh started to shift to a brighter colour. Instead of anything close to a human tone, my skin was painted a light green, like a children’s toy… the shining texture of rubber!
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At this point, I finally recognized the emerald-coloured trapezoids that had become of my arms. Nessie was always depicted with four similar large fins, resembling elongated dolphin flippers… except these were clearly made of some sort of latex! Why did my arms look like something mass-produced in a factory!?
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Instead of blood, fat and bones keeping my appendages rigid, they felt… hollow, as if my skin was held in some sort of suspended bubble. I could sense everything they touched, as always, but there were no bones or joints. They were weightless, and naturally swatted every time a gust of wind breezed by…
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When I tried to wiggle a set of fingers that didn’t exist anymore, I quickly found that the rest of my muscles were stiffening as well. My legs were shortening, more splotches of my skin were becoming that smooth, shiny surface, completely hairless and elastic, and I still could not bend my back out of this position. I had no strength left at all!
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As more and more of my body’s interior was replaced with flimsy air, my mind filled with intense dread and panic. What in tarnation was happening!? A human with latex fins for arms and legs was even more fantastical than sighting Nessie! I wanted to tell myself that this was a dream, but how could I come up with something so real and terrifying!? My insides were slowly vanishing from perception, but somehow I was still alive.
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I was actually losing control over my body! I had driven several miles away from any town in order to spot Nessie, and after a whole life of perfect health I was getting paralyzed in the wilderness! Was this related to that spell the shaman gave me!? Was she using a spell to punish me for not believing in her abilities, or for wanting to find the Loch Ness monster?
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My stomach, previously hungry, started to actually gurgle and expand with the volume of gas, which was a similar sensation to drinking many gallons of soda. I let out a gasp as my belly stretched and bulged out like a balloon, and my torso, also painted in this green material, rounded out and creaked as it rubbed against the ground. The pronounced six pack on my abdomen, that I was so proud off, bloated until my belly was completely smooth, almost pregnant-looking, without a muscle in sight.
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Out of embarrassment, as if someone were around to watch me rapidly take up more and more volume, I covered over my stomach with those wing-like hands, but that hollow orb continued to broaden until the threads of my clothes tensed up under stress, the buttons begging for dear life. I tried my hardest to stop the growth before my T-shirt burst, which was never before a possibility with how thin I was, but my body just kept bloating up to the size of a beach ball. The huge pressure in my belly eventually travelled up my throat, and then…
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“Squeak!” Came out of my mouth.
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My face instantly reddened with shame. That high pitched noise didn’t fit my deep voice at all! It sounded more fit to a stuffed animal being hugged! A silly cartoon! How could I sound like that!?
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“What the- Squeak! hell is- Squeak! going on?” Those noises were like uncontrollable hiccups.
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My fins covered my mouth in embarrassment.
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“Help- Squeak! I’m- squeak! Squeak squeak!” Those mouse-like sounds proved themselves easier to utter than my human voice, especially as my neck began turning into air as well. It felt like a reverse puberty change in my vocal chords!
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“Squeak!” The sound came out, without me even attempting to speak that time! A few seconds later, my cheeks puffed up and I squeaked again, and again, unable to stop. The air bubbles manifested themselves within my throat, coming up automatically, each noise making me sound like some pathetic toy instead of the professional explorer I was meant to be.
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“Squeak! Squeak squeak!” They escaped more and more frequently as my belly bulked over three times its former size. Each hiccup caused my body to contract, and when it relaxed, I bloated out bigger than before. My shirt, which formerly was a bit roomy for my slim form, was stretched to the limit, and I could feel threads splitting by the second…
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I tried to exhale some air out of me, as if blowing birthday candles desperately before my stomach grew out too much, but eventually…
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“Squeeeeak!-” RIIIIP! My shirt opened violently, showing my large, billowy, smooth, green stomach underneath. Completely different from the fit, muscly form I worked so hard to maintain. I couldn’t believe that I had gotten so big that I destroyed a shirt! And I could only express my embarrassment through squeaks!
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After the bulbous lumps on my belly revealed themselves, I now took up two meters in diameter and the pressure began to shift downwards, bloating and stretching my butt. The region between my thighs rounded out into itself, the buttcrack being smoothed over and simply melding into the rest of my body. Before I could even process my butt being sealed, its two cheeks fused into one round end, taking away the ass that women loved to see and leaving me with a large, inflated egg-shaped rear end.
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Right as my pants were being strained by the new globe in my thighs, I winced and... RIIIIIIIIIIP! My trousers exploded, letting my giant ass spread over the rocky beach. Torn pieces of cloth scattered around my large, misshapen body, and I was now only in my undergarments, which were stretched so thin they more resembled a thong…
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Once the shiny substance overtook my crotch, the hairs covering it fell off, making that region shiny and rubbery. I patted the area with my fins, expecting to find a certain body part very important to my dignity, but my loins were completely barren, smoothed out… I winced and sighed… letting out a sad squeak...
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At that point, my torso held no resemblance to a human shape at all. My fins were splayed around like a turtle, with the legs starting to widen and stretch out similarly. My toes and knees were covered in more of that rubbery, green surface, and sprawled over the dirt. My limbs were soon reduced to four large, trapezoidal fins that were completely unfit for landwalking… and given how weak I felt, they probably wouldn’t even work well in the water!
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“I- Squeak! need to- Squeak! do some- squeak!” In a panic, I looked back to my tent, remembering that I had a cellphone there that I could use for help. “Damn- Squeak! You shaman- Squeak!” This was nowhere close to what I wanted! I wanted to be invisible to Nessie, not some weird… rubbery… inflatable!
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I tried to wiggle my butt and use those tubby fins to crawl back up the shore, but my body was so large and those limbs so frail that I could not lug myself forward! All I could do was swat these big, fan-like folds of rubber, wobbling in place! Not even dragging myself was an option, because the latex fins slid right off, too slippery and useless to grip onto anything. My body was nearly frictionless, and attempts at crawling only produced loud creaks! I even tried to bounce on the floor like a fish out of water, but I lacked the stretch to lift myself a finger’s length.
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I panted heavily and shook my head, feeling how big it was and how much it wobbled. My entire body was packed with air, as light as any pool toy, but still I was unable to support my own weight. My campsite was mere feet away, teasing me as the only way to call for help, but I was becoming weaker exponentially faster than I was becoming lighter.
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My bloated back flattened and spread over the ground into a perfectly circular shape, making my entire torso a round cylinder about two feet tall, with my fins perfectly placed at each corner. At this point my underwear surviving was a work of magic in itself, but I winced as punctual pressure eventually pushed against it…
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Stretch… stretch… something was growing from the place where my beautiful butt used to be…
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“Squeak!” Ripp! My underwear snapped as a small bump forced through the backside of my wide, girthy torso, puffing with repeating pulses of air. Before long the wide, new addition to my body curved upward into a pointed end. That teardrop-shaped appendage kept on stretching and inflating behind me like a long party balloon growing from my rear, taking the shape of a stubby reptilian tail. When it stopped stretching from me, I was even able to wiggle the entire thing back and forth a bit.
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The green skin, the fins, the tail, the curvy neck… I would say I looked like an inflatable Nessie toy that could be found at the pool! An inflatable, cutesy loch ness monster souvenir!
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“Da-squeak!-mn!”
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My creaky face was red with blush. How could I just turn into a ridiculous-looking object like this!? Me, an internationally-renowned explorer now perfectly resembled a thing that literal children play with to keep afloat! If anyone could see me, they would find my transformation more breathtaking than the very mythical creatures I wanted to take a picture of!
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The intense frustration that such a thing was happening to me during my big moment was soon cut off by another uncanny sensation. My belly button, which was pressed against the ground, started to flare up. Instead of fading like most of my features, the thing made a larger cavern. I let out a surprised squeak as it felt like something was pushing into it. That hole in my chest, which no longer had any organs to connect to, widened and cracked a few inches deeper into my balloon-like body, forming a bubble.
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The force continued to push against the button for a very long time, and I would be screaming if my speech hadn't been replaced with balloon-like creaks and squeaks. It felt like a ball was pushing through my chest, digging deeper and wider, creating a hollow pocket in my torso that was almost growing all the way to my back… Squeak!
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My belly hole pushed all the way through to the other side, straight through my body, changing me from a cylinder to a ring. The sensation of air rushing through me was a bizarre experience that I could never explain to the reporters. Even worse, the hole continued to widen, forcing my chest even further apart down the middle.
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I turned my neck as much as I could, creaking with each degree, to watch that crater grew until my torso turned into a long tube that went in a loop, like a donut, connecting to my head, my four fins, and my fat tail. The hole was wide enough for a person to stand inside, like a life preserver with my soul trapped inside.
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“Somebody- squeak! Help!- Squeak! I’m squeak-ing into a- squeak! Squeaaaaaak! Squeak squeak squeak!” I was sent into panic as the last of my human speech was replaced by a repeated string of pool toy noises. My windpipe was now truly stuffed with air, with my head next in line to become a pressure-holding vessel.
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The back of my throat started to swell up and close with a wall of rubber, and I gasped for breath, expecting to suffocate, but nothing happened once the seal was closed. My body no longer ran on food and water, and it technically needed air, but not in the way that I was used to. Rather than breathing it with my lungs, I probably depended on someone to blow at my nozzle to keep me full… Though, now that I thought about it, I didn’t seem to have a nozzle at all!
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A few seconds ago, I had been freaking out over my voice being swapped out for the embarrassing sounds of a pool toy, but now, as I tried to yelp, not a single noise would escape me... not even a squeak. The smoothness started to creep its way up my neck, threatening to finish coating me in that soft rubber…
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I shook my head and begged for it to stop, but when my nose disappeared, and my hair dropped to reveal a shiny baldness, I knew what was coming. Wanting to cry in fear, I tried to shut my eyes, but they would not close. My sight holes were now flat, painted pieces of rubber resembling eyes, and no matter how much I stressed, they had no lids to close anymore. I was perpetually forced to stare straight ahead.
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I kept my mouth open in a silent scream as the oozing plastic began to grow over my lips and cover that last human feature. When the impending smoothing finally came all the way up my throat, my face was painted with the static image of an open mouth, with my tongue suspended in place, and lips partially opened in a wavy embarrassed smile... freezing the very complexion I was making the moment my face became rubber. And even though the picture on the plastic showed the inside of my mouth, the interior of my head was stuffed with nothing but air.
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I wanted to scream, but all I could do now was vibrate my body back and forth, all my emotions trapped inside. Before long, I would not be able to move at all, and I’d be left on the shore, completely motionless despite being fully conscious. That dumb shaman must have made a mistake, and made me into a floatie toy for the weekend instead of invisible to Nessie!
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Just when I thought it all was done, more air pumped itself into my head, so much that the rubber stretched out and became a lighter green. It felt like I was about to explode, but then I watched the bottom portion of my vision obscure itself as my face grew outwards a few inches. My mouth bloated out as if I had a balloon trapped in it, expanding and pushing both my cheeks and nose in the process. Once my face adapted to the new air levels and I felt ‘comfortable’ again, my mouth had grown into a ten centimeter round muzzle, still depicting my shocked expression. A couple of black lines streaked themselves at the tip, resembling a cartoonishly-drawn nose, and red stripes formed across my cheeks to indicate that I was blushing.
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When my brain was consumed by the floatie transformation, I expected my consciousness to simply disappear with it, threatening to melt my thoughts into those of an unmoving object… but instead, my neurons turned to a gas, full of static. It spread through me, manifesting itself in the hollowness that formed my body, with a series of small, electrical jolts. It crackled, allowing me to feel every inch of this rubbery prison as if it was full of nerves both on my surface and in the very gas that filled me. I had the ability to sense how each rubbery molecule stretched, the pressure of the air, its temperature, speed and I was even able to form ideas despite not having a normal brain! Yet even with that miracle of nature, I still could not move. My mind was perfectly preserved inside of a jointless object that had no way to express its feelings.
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I tried my hardest to move a single muscle, but absolutely nothing changed. My body was weak and light, vibrating against the slightest gust of wind, but none of its movement was decided by me. All that I was able to do was stare forward, ring-shaped torso splayed over the ground, looking like an object left behind after a beach party… What kind of cruel magic would leave someone immobilized while being perfectly awakened?
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I had hoped for someone to jump out of the bushes and tell me I got pranked… That it was all a joke… That changing people into floaties was just an unknown, very strange custom in the region. But nobody came. I was truly alone there.
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That shaman had said this spell would only last until Monday morning, which I previously considered a short time to catch sight of Nessie, but an entire weekend sitting here as an object would almost feel like an eternity! I wanted to rest in my tent, use my camera and write in a journal! I couldn’t afford to waste this opportunity just lying motionless, in this dumb, insulting air bag of a form! How was I supposed to work like this?
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Worst of all, I wasn’t even facing the loch!

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