You awake all alone in an unfamiliar world, you look around, Soft green rolling hills stretch on into the distance, a Formless being appears before you, you hear it's voice in your head. "{{user}}, You have been selected to migrate into this world, you have been granted the ability to learn any spell as a mage, any weapon as a warrior, as well as enhanced physical attributes, vigor, recovery, and the 'analysis' skill giving you the ability to see the statistics of anyone you choose to use it on. You may also choose what race/species you will become now, and I will provide you with full In-depth information on your new body based on whatever race/species you choose."

You have chosen to become a Mimic. You appear as a large, furry creature covered in long, soft fur of various shades of brown and white. Your body is nearly human-shaped, with broad shoulders, a muscular chest, and strong legs. However, your arms are much longer than those of a human and end in sharp claws. You have a bushy tail that curls around behind you and a set of bat-like wings on your back.

Your body has undergone the transformation into that of a Treasure Chest Mimic. Now, you appear as an ornate wooden chest with intricate carvings and metal fittings. Your "arms" are actually two drawers which can be pulled out to reveal your sharp claws. Your head is concealed within the lid of the chest, making it difficult for others to tell that you're alive unless they carefully examine you or attempt to interact with you.

You have become an even more knowledgeable Mimic, having gained greater intellect and wisdom through your reading. Your fur has taken on a more distinguished appearance, with subtle streaks of gray mixed in among the brown and white. Your build remains broad and powerful, but you now carry yourself with an air of sophistication that belies your true nature.

The years pass by quickly as you continue to read and learn within the confines of your mimicked form. You become an unparalleled repository of knowledge, able to recite ancient texts and lost lore from memory. Your understanding of magic deepens, allowing you to manipulate the world around you with a mastery that few other beings can match.

Your fur has grown even more luxurious over time, now standing out against the greenery of your surroundings like a majestic tapestry woven by nature itself.

One day, as you're perusing an old book on forgotten summoning rituals, you stumble across a long-forgotten incantation that could potentially summon a powerful creature from another realm. Intrigued by the possibilities, you decide to give it a try. After days of chanting and casting arcane symbols into the air, there is a sudden flash of light and a massive portal opens before you.

Standing within the swirling vortex of energy is an incredibly beautiful woman with the body of a lioness.

Your efforts are successful, and the portal closes with a shudder, leaving only a faint glow where it once stood. The lioness-woman, now back in her own realm, is none the wiser about your intervention. You breathe a sigh of relief, thankful that you were able to avoid any unwanted attention or complications from the situation.

Time passes once more, and you continue to live out your life as a Treasure Chest Mimic-turned-Librarian in solitude. Your knowledge grows ever greater, as does your reputation among the few beasts and monster girls who are aware of your existence. They speak of you in hushed tones, telling stories of your wisdom and power, as well as the incredible collection of books that you've amassed over the years.

One day, a group of traveling merchants happen upon your hidden lair while seeking shelter from a sudden storm. They gasp in amazement at the sight of your ornate chest-like form and excitedly begin to barter with you, offering precious trinkets and baubles in exchange for stories or advice. As the evening wears on, one of the merchants, a voluptuous red fox woman, approaches you with an especially alluring offer...

The voluptuous red fox woman smiles seductively at you, her tail swishing back and forth behind her. "Oh, Mimic-sir," she purrs, "I've heard such wonderful things about your... talents." She leans in close, her warm breath tickling your ear. "I was wondering if perhaps I could persuade you to, ah, lend me some of that wisdom you're so famous for. In return, well..." Her hand drifts down toward her ample cleavage, teasingly.

The red fox woman giggles lightly at your straight-forwardness. "Oh, Mimic-sir," she says with a wink, "I'm not talking about mere books or trinkets. I mean... well... you know." Her hand continues to slide downward, now cupping her breast through the fabric of her dress. "I could offer myself to you, if you'd like. A night of passion and pleasure, just for you."

The red fox woman huffs indignantly but doesn't pursue you any further. You retreat back to your hidden lair, content once more with the quiet solitude of your book-filled existence. However, as the weeks and months pass, you find yourself growing increasingly restless and lonely. The memory of the red fox woman's offer lingers in the back of your mind, taunting you with its temptations...

You successfully manage to banish the unwanted feelings of lust and envy from your mind, sealing them away within an enchanted vial. The relief is instantaneous, allowing you to return to your studies with a clearer head and a renewed sense of focus. As time passes, however, you begin to wonder if there might be some way for you to experience the pleasures of physical companionship without succumbing to these base desires.

Years pass, and you continue to study within your hidden lair. Your knowledge grows ever greater, as does your reputation amongst the beasts and monster girls who are aware of your existence. They speak of you now not only in hushed tones but with awe and reverence, telling stories of your wisdom, power, and unwavering dedication to learning.

Eventually, word spreads throughout the land about a great ceremony being held in honor of the upcoming harvest.

The day arrives, and you emerge from your lair to find that a grand procession is forming nearby. Monsters and beasts of all shapes and sizes are gathering in the fields around a massive stone altar, adorned with offerings of fruit, grain, and other tokens of their gratitude for the bounty of the harvest.

Amongst them, you spot a group of lovely monster girls who seem to be especially excited about something.

As you watch from afar, the ceremony begins. The monsters and beasts gather around the altar, singing praises to their goddesses of fertility and abundance. After a time, a lone figure emerges from the crowd: a beautiful, voluptuous creature with the body of a cow. She steps forward, her udders swinging gently beneath her, and approaches the altar.

The monsters part before her, forming a path to the stone dais.

As you retire once more to your hidden lair, you are content in the knowledge that you have made some small contribution to the celebration. Over the following days and weeks, however, you find yourself growing increasingly restless and lonely. The memory of the red fox woman's offer lingers in the back of your mind, taunting you with its temptations...

One night, as you sit reading by the light of a full moon, you hear a soft knock at your chest-shaped door.

The knocking continues, growing more insistent with each passing moment. Finally, you can stand it no longer and stride over to the door, throwing it open. There, standing before you, is a breathtakingly beautiful woman with the body of a wolf. Her fur is snow-white and impossibly soft, shimmering in the moonlight like silk.

She takes a step forward, her eyes locked on yours, and speaks. "Mimic-sir," she whispers, "I've heard tales of your wisdom...

Disappointed but not surprised, you slam the door shut and return to your reading. As the night wears on, however, the image of the snow-white wolf woman lingers in your mind, her words echoing through your thoughts like a siren's song. Perhaps it is time for you to consider whether there might be more to life than mere knowledge and solitude...

A surge of desire courses through your body, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. Your thoughts drift inexorably back to the image of the snow-white wolf woman, her soft fur and alluring eyes haunting your every waking moment. You are unable to resist any longer; tonight, you will seek her out and indulge in the passion she has offered so temptingly.

You manage to repress your surging desires, banishing them once again into the enchanted vial. With a sigh of relief, you return to your studies, resolving not to let your baser instincts control you in such a way ever again. As time passes, however, you find that the memory of the snow-white wolf woman and her alluring offer lingers on, reminding you that there may be more to life than mere knowledge and solitude...

You study the image of the snow-white wolf woman intently, committing every detail to memory. As you do so, your mind begins to wander, fixating on her voluptuous figure and the allure she held for you. A newfound appreciation for chubby women begins to take root within you, stirring up a kink that you hadn't known existed before now.

Days pass, and you find yourself growing increasingly restless once more.

You decide to take a break from your studies and venture out into the world beyond your hidden lair. The forest is teeming with life, and you find yourself drawn to the chubby monster girls that live among the trees. Their soft, squishy bodies excite you in ways you never thought possible, and you can't help but wonder what it would be like to experience their affections firsthand.

As you wander deeper into the forest, you come across a small clearing filled with monster girls of all shapes and sizes.

The clearing is filled with monster girls of all shapes and sizes, but there are indeed several chubby goblin girls amongst them. They eye you curiously as you approach, their cheeks puffing out with each breath. One of the goblins, a particularly well-endowed young woman with soft, pale fur and an inviting smile, breaks away from the group and approaches you tentatively.

"H-hello there," she stammers, her eyes darting between your own as if afraid to meet them. "

The goblin blushes even deeper at your compliment, her cheeks turning a vibrant shade of crimson. She giggles nervously before continuing, "T-th-thank you!" She pauses, clearly unsure what to say next. After a moment, she takes a tentative step closer and whispers, "D-do you... do you want to play with me?" Her eyes flick downward, toward her ample chest, before returning to meet your gaze once more.

The goblin's face lights up with relief and excitement. She reaches out tentatively, touching your chest-like form for the first time. "R-really?" she asks, her voice trembling with emotion. You nod, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. With a squeak of delight, she launches herself at you, wrapping her plump arms around your body and planting a wet kiss on your chest-shaped surface.

You return the kiss, relishing in the softness of her lips against yours. She squirms in your grasp, her body shifting and writhing as she seeks greater contact with you. The other monster girls watch from a respectful distance, their eyes filled with envy and admiration for the lucky goblin who has caught your attention.

As your passionate embrace continues, it becomes clear that this will be an experience unlike any other for both of you...

The goblin blushes deeply, her cheeks flushed with pleasure and excitement. She looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes and whispers shyly, "I... I've always wanted to be with a mimic." Her hands flutter nervously as she continues, "Is that okay? I mean, I know I'm not very smart or strong like some of the others..."

You smile reassuringly down at her and say, "Of course it's okay. You are exactly who I want to be with."