BroFlounder:

Placing his hand on the rock, the adventurer tried to keep his balance. It was difficult at this point, as it seemed his pants were both getting simultaneously longer, but also tighter.

"Ugh!" He remarked, surprised at the deep, throaty tone coming from his mouth. What was with this jungle? he heard it hadn't been explored before, so there was no documented cases of anything happening here. So why was something happening to him... of all people?

He looked at his hand again, seeing a bit of black hair appearing on it. Teetering on his legs, the adventurer finally lost his balance and landed on his hind-quarters. With an "Oof!", which sounded remeniscent to a gorilla's "Ook!", he noticed the size of his belly, which was growing grey in skin tone and getting a lot... harrier.

"Oh ook." He replied, realizing what was happening to him. He had thoughts of leaving the jungle, but at the same time, he wanted to lay down and see what happened if he stayed.... He went with the latter.

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Sergeant Wolf:

Falling from the helicopter, the werewolf cursed under his breath. His arms reached out and he grabbed onto a luckily-sturdy vine. He hung there, lifting a hand to his temple to press the button on the headset. "Hey! I'm okay!" He called, but as he spoke he realized he was speaking into the air. The headset he had was gone, broken on the ground below him.....
"Shook." He remarked. He thought for a moment as he continued grasping to the vine. "Shook? Shoot. I meant shoot. This is ookin' annoying."

He froze up, hearing the noise come out of his mouth. Was that... a gorilla screech he heard? He recognized it from his studies on mammals, but hearing it coming out of his mouth was baffling.

Staring down at himself, he noticed... changes. The fur he once had was turning grayish in color, his feet seemed to be growing an extra toe, and his shirt was getting tight all over the place.

"Ookin' serious?" He ooked, lifting one of his feet up to stare at it. It was a foot.... It was changing, sure but... wait, why was he holding his foot?

"Ook." He replied, climbing up the vine easily to get to the canopy above. "Ook ook." He remarked, grimacing at the ground below him....

Seems he's more fit for the jungle he meant to explore. Of course, he can explore it all he wants, but doesn't mean he'll ever go back.

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Chalur:

"The trees are a bit too tall here." The birdman chirped to himself. He was grimacing at this point, showing his extreme disdain for having gotten lost in this jungle in the first place.

"If I could just... find a large rock to climb...." He scanned the vicinity for any sign of a giant rock. To his amazement, there was one in front of him, as if it magically appeared to answer his wish.

He dashed to the rock and looked up at it. "This rock should be high enough for me to be able to fly out of here!" Taking a deep breath, the birdman grabbed hold of the rocks... and began to climb, muttering under his breath that climbing rocks was very difficult and frustrating.

Of course, the more he did it, the easier it felt for him to do. He couldn't explain why at first, as his hands seemed to magically stick to the surfaces he placed them on. Of course, his thoughts changed when he noticed that his hands seemed to be tinted... orange. Not to mention, they were looking shinier than usual.

"Oh, you've got to be krrrrrrrriiiiiibit." The birdman exclaimed, lifting a hand to his mouth in surprise. There was no beak there. Rather, it was a large, mucous-covered mouth.... A frog's mouth.

Looking behind him, the now frog was increasingly upset -- where did his wings go?

How was he gonna fly out of here without wings?

Wait....

Why would he want to get out of here?

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Shadger:

Several people missing in the past few weeks. Why was everyone trying to explore this place?

The badger huffed as he looked at the entrance to the jungle behind him. Any further, and he wouldn't be able to see the waterlogged forest's exit.

"Keep your wits about you...." He stated, turning back around and walking a few steps forward, finding it difficult to walk on the decaying plants around him. "I'll find those people and get out of here soon!"

A few more steps, and the badger felt it was now too difficult to properly walk. But... why? It was just a few steps! Looking down at his feet, his eyes widened in terror as he saw the furry toes beginning to merge together and harden, seeming to become hooves of some sort.

"What? No! No!" He looked down at his waist, pulling it up to look at the fur on his back, changing colors from a black and light grey to a speckled grey of some sort.

His pants tightened a bit as his belly began to dip over his shorts.

"Squeeeeee!" He exclaimed, slapping a hand to his mouth in surprise. Was that... a pig call? He couldn't ever do that before!

But.... The badger looked behind him at the jungle's entrance, but to his dismay, the entrance was nowhere in sight. He could have sworn he saw it before, but it looked like it was gone....

"Is that such a bad thing?" He remarked to himself, suddenly realizing what was happening to him. "I'm... I'm merely adapting to the jungle! Yeah!"

Taking a few wobbly steps, the badger/pig smiled. "I'll find my way out of here eventually!" He then thought for a moment. "Well, maybe not.... Why would I want to leave?"

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