Yo!~
I am Skyler and I'm going to be your local TF content writer for the evening!
For the most part I write character TF content, but I also write generic human TF content as well. I'm a big fan of human TF in general. However, anthro TF is also an interest of mine as well! I am also quite the enthusiast of bara and love to write WG and MG content. I'm also a pretty big fan of DILF TF!~
I'm predominantly MtM with bits of FtM on the occasion. I don't do MtF often and the only times I do are few and far between.
My profile picture was made by DeadRinger.Art!
REQUESTS: No
TRADES: Mutuals Only
COLLABS: Mutuals Only
COMMISSIONS: No
ROLEPLAY: No
Where you may also find me on these sites: DEVIANTART / FURAFFINITY / TWITTER / BLUESKY
More general info on what you may find from my writing can be found below.
SKYLER´S PREFERENCES TO WRITING TRANSFORMATION
Character Transformation Stories
Includes both Humans and Furries
Generic Human Transformation Stories
Fantasy Creature Transformation Stories
OC TF
Animate Inanimate (Armor and Pooltoys)
Accepted Side Effects:
Human to Human, Anthro, or Feral
Anthro to Human
Female to Male TG
Male to Female TG may also be written but is ultimately extremely situational and rare for me.
Mental Changes
Age Progression and Age Regression
Certain Body Modifications (Shrinking, Growing, Weight Gain, and/or Muscle Growth)
Twinning
Merging
Possession
Hypnosis
Generally Safe for Work Content
Mature can be bordered at times through implications.
Possible Not Safe for Work Content in the Future
THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE
RPF (Real Person Fiction) TF
Side Effects I Won’t Write:
Hyper
Descriptive Body Horror
Certain Fetishes (Primarily Those of the Unhygienic Nature)
im kinda nervous to ask (im bad at talking) but will you do any more tf2 tfs? Tf2 is a huge hyperfixation lf mine rn lol
tf2 tfs... say thay five times fast.
Admittedly it's unlikely I myself will delve into more TF2 TFs for the time being. I've done stories for a majority of the characters I actually like (some of which I haven't uploaded), and as of recently I've grown a tad bit exhausted of TF2 and fallen out of interest with it. Perhaps someone else shall take up the mantle, but I myself am out of the running for TF content for that game for what could be a good few years.
This is very silly but that one jawbone ftm tf you did helped me realize I was trans. It's a very good story I printed it out and keep it in my dresser
That is not silly at all! I honestly find this really flattering, and I'm extremely happy to hear that one of my works helped you learn more about yourself, and I wish you luck on your journey going forward!
I write for a lot of reasons, but I think one of my favorite reasons is when I leave an impact on someone. Thank you for telling me this, anon, and again, it makes me feel happy! <3
I haven't checked this blog in a while, so I haven't actively deleted any stories posted to Tumblr. There are some stories that I've posted to other sites that I've been too lazy to post to Tumblr.
Is there a specific story you're looking for that went missing? I could try and find it for you.
My half of a trade with a friend.
Yet another character to add to the list of characters who I know nothing about that I've written TF content for! Alongside being one who is just pretty obscure in general. I think I've only seen one whole TF of this guy on FurAffinity somewhere. But either way, this character is way to hot to pass up in doing a TF for! He's just super hot all things considered. Muscular, hairy, cute face, really good uniform. Presses all the buttons for my own personal mood desires!
So yeah, I'm really glad to have gotten the chance to write a TF for this character. Especially since this story was one that I had shelved for almost a year or so since Nat initially gave me the idea for it. Apologies for that! Anyway, glad to have gotten it out now and even gladder to be able to add another TF onto the small pile of such this man has...
Rated Mature for bulge descriptions and partial nudity.
"HEY! You over there!"
Raising a brow, Nat stopped walking and looked up from his phone. A cursory glance around the sidewalk’s vicinity proved that the area surrounding him was sparsely populated. It made him question if that statement was directed towards him…
"You with the glasses, look over here!"
Yup, definitely direction towards Nat. He turned around to face the direction of where the voice came from. The source seemed to be from some kind of small vendor cart that was nestled between a pair of buildings he just passed a few seconds ago. A man was leaning out a bit from that spot, looking straight at him. Feeling a mixture of curiosity and perturbedness, Nat walked up to the cart to investigate.
As he got closer he found himself feeling a certain air of strangeness exuding from the spot. Primarily because from the looks of things it was less 'nestled in between buildings' and more 'literally in the front end of an alleyway'. So the location only added to the budding suspicion growing within the young man.
The person manning the cart also looked rather… interesting, to say the least. An older male with white hair and a thick mustache of the same color. His eyes were obscured by a pair of glasses, but his gaze could still be felt through them. Perhaps the strangest thing about him was the fact he was wearing what seemed to be a kimono. Though that only added to Nat’s curiosity as he wanted to learn what this guy’s deal was.
Once Nat was close enough, the mysterious man slipped back into the alley and properly situated himself behind the cart. “Greetings, young man!”
“Uhh, hey?” Nat responded. He eyed the cart for a few seconds, internally noting its fairly generic wooden appearance. “Is there a reason you called me over here, exactly?”
“Well, young man, I've got quite the deal for you!” the older man stated. “Oh- where are my manners? The name’s Ezaki, a… salesperson, of sorts!”
Nat remained expressionless. “Nat,” was all he gave as a response. He had a feeling this was going to lead into some kind of scam.
“Well then, Nat…” Ezaki started as he pulled open a hatch on the cart. A strange sweet smell then started to fill the air. “You are quite the skinny fellow, huh?”
“Uhhh, yeah…?” Nat answered, momentarily distracted as he smelled the air. “Where are you going with-”
“Well,” Ezaki smiled, plunging a hand into the hatch. “What if I told you I had something that could make strength come to you more easily?”
“I’d say that sounds like a lie,” Nat responded, deadpan expression on his face.
“Nooo, no, but it's true!” Ezaki insisted. A few more seconds passed before he removed his hand from the cart’s inside, unveiling the source of the saccharine aroma: a bread bun. “I wish to offer you a bun, produced with a secret recipe that contains the components to improve one's strength and virility!”
Nat eyed the piece of rounded bread that was in the man’s hand. “Let me guess, it costs like… ten dollars or something?”
An offended look formed on Ezaki’s face. “Never! What do you take me for? A scam artist?! I'm just trying to offer you an easy way to get some meat on those bones!”
“Hm…” Ezaki hummed in thought as he put the bun he was holding down onto the flat surface of the cart. He then started to take a few more out the cart. “Once, a little while ago. A burly fellow with a small stature, although that was before I had to alter the recipe a little. Yes, yes, the initial recipe had some… colossal results,” he recounted as he piled up some buns.
“Like… the bread got too big, or something?”
“...you could say that,” Ezaki answered. He then stopped taking buns out of the cart’s inner compartment. “But that's in the past now! Ended up making a new recipe, the current one. That fellow even helped a bit with it, which should hopefully improve the results of the recipe!”
Nat nodded. “Hm…”
He wasn't exactly convinced that whatever properties these buns supposedly possessed were actually real. However, he had a feeling that the man would only continue to insist that he try at least one. At the very least they smelled quite sweet, especially now that there were so many out of the cart, so they probably didn't taste too bad. He wouldn't deny that it would make for a good snack.
Taking the one bun out of the pile Ezaki made, Nat says, “Fine, I guess I'll try it.”
Ezaki smiled. “Wonderful! Considering the exp- er, new nature of the recipe, I wouldn't mind letting you try it for free…”
Nat just shrugged before taking a bite of the bun. It tasted like an average bread bun, although with an added sweet flavor to it that usually isn't present in normal bread. It was also relatively small, with Nat only having to take two bites before it was completely consumed.
“It tastes… rather good,” Nat said, smiling slightly. He then reached out a hand and took two more from the pile. “Mind if I take a few more?”
Ezaki’s happiness quickly fell, morphing into a look of panic. “Wait! Having too many could be too dangerous for you!”
Although as Ezaki was warning him, Nat had already taken a bite of a second bun. “Hm? It's just bread.”
“Y-yes, but it's not-” Ezaki stopped, then sighed. “And you've already eaten two…”
“Well, you wanted me to test ‘em,” Nat said with a shrug. “Don't really feel any stronger though,” he commented before beginning to eat the third one. Such a result was to be expected though, the strength improvement stuff was probably just a sales pitch from the old guy anyway.
A disappointed look remained on Ezaki's face. “This may have unforeseen consequences on you, young man…”
“Woah, calm down, man-” Nat said, taking a step back and feeling slightly nervous. “It's just bread. Good tasting bread though!”
With that, Nat turned around to make his departure from the alleyway. Ezaki just watched as he left, now visibly annoyed at the younger man’s actions. Such a blatant disregard for personal safety in the face of potentially hazardous side effects!
The older man shook his head, letting out a sigh. “Looks like I might be seeing that gorilla again soon enough…”
A groan slips from Nat’s mouth as he walks through the entrance of his home. For the better half of his walk home his stomach has been feeling mild discomfort. Like a constant mix of pressure and bloating that should contrast but doesn't. It wasn't the worst feeling but it was far from a pleasant one.
He's quite to shut the door and head to the living room in order to take a comfortable seat on the couch. “What did that man put in those buns…”
For a second he questions if this is the side effects that man was going on about. He dashes those thoughts though as the most logical conclusion was, “Eating so many at once might’ve also been a bad idea. Though why did I agree to eat something offered to me by a shady alleyway vendor…”
He sighed, slipping a hand down to his abdomen as he leaned his back on the couch. Although with each passing second it felt like that pressure in his stomach was somehow transitioning from there to his hands. An odd sensation steadily budding in both extremities the longer he remained seated.
“Why do my hands feel so tight,” he remarked, shifting his gaze downwards. A look of shock crossed his face as he witnessed the start of a very strange sequence of events. “What the hell…?”
The more the pressure remained, the more a change began to occur within his hands. Primarily that their size had started to alter, pressure prompting a steady expansion in the extremities. Both hands were stretching out to become wider and larger with each passing second. At the same time the thickness of his hands was increasing as well. Their normally small and unimpressive size swelling, getting packed with a meatiness by the combined alterations of his hand muscles and bone. The same had been occurring to his fingers as well as their once average size thickened up. Each finger grew into a chunkier copy of themselves that proportionally fit the new size of his hand.
However as these changes progressed, pressure wasn't the only sensation that was occurring. Alongside it came a prickling sensation on his skin, especially on the back of his hands. As they continued to grow in size, the texture of the dorsal region of his hand seemed to shift. Rougher and coarser with the prickling sensation continuing to intensify. It wasn't until his hands reached a size of about one and a half times their normal size that the cause of the secondary became known, long hairs steadily sprouting across the backs of his hands. Their deep black coloration seemed to further accentuate the coarser appearance of the back of his hands, alongside the sizable amount of hair that was growing across the skin.
“Uhhh,” Nat vocalized, reaction stunted as he was stunned by the series of changes unfolding. All he could do was readjust himself and bring his arm closer to him, watching in unease as the strange transformation moved beyond the confines of his hands.
The sensations of pressure and prickling moved upwards, moving past the wrists and layering onto his forearms. Nat’s form had been a fairly unimpressive one. Skinny, lacking any noticeably heft or mass, the type of body that belonged to someone who didn't really work out. But as the changes progressed upwards that was changing drastically. Extensor muscles started to bulk up, the size of his forearms swelling up as their mass forcibly increased. The formerly lithe appearance was practically consumed by the rapid formation of muscle mass. Alongside this change was the growth of more hairs layering the back portion of the limb, thick arm hairs growing across the area.
It wasn't until things reached his upper arms that the actual ramifications of the transformation seemed to become evident. Muscle mass would continue to grow where there had previously been none. His biceps beefed up in size as more mass was pressed into them, and his triceps enlarged in conjunction with them. His shoulders started a process of broadening as his deltoid muscles expanded in size themselves, rounding out his shoulders more as well. All of this combined caused the short sleeves of his button-up shirt to begin to strain. The material had only been sized to accommodate that of someone thinner, so as his musculature continued to develop and dispel his scrawny form it was increasingly evident that the sleeves of his shirt was having trouble containing such a larger size. The deep black fabric attempted to stretch over the larger diameter of his limbs, muscle crevices indenting into the undersized sleeves more as his larger size became even more apparent. The sheer difference in size had also resulted in the sleeves digging into the skin of his arms more, the tightness becoming more apparent while movement became restricted.
“U-urgh,” Nat groaned out in discomfort. The stunned sensation he felt was fading as he was now trying to fully grasp the situation. “Is this what that guy meant by improving my strength!?”
That was really the only possible answer he could come up with, especially with how muscular his arms had already gotten. The pressure in those regions had finally begun to fade as they settled on a proper bulkiness to them. As it faded a new sensation replaced them, one of a very noticeable strength that had not existed in his arms prior. It felt odd, but it also felt kind of good. Nat was kind of tempted to give an arm a good flex. He didn't have too much time to do so at the moment though. While the pressure dissipated in his arms, it was now manifesting to his torso. Especially around his chest…
Nat’s button-up slowly started to fill up as the area that is his chest began to swell in size, the split quickly beginning to strain. The build of his body had the same amount of scrawniness as his arms used to have with it being fairly undefined and flat in form. However mass was accumulating at a steady pace, and thick muscle constantly grew in the region with each passing second. What had once been a formless chest was now being etched with musculature. Thick pectorals inching forward more and more, tightening his shirt around his torso as they did so. All the while his body had also widened, his newly forming pecs evidently needing a broader form to properly fit into. All of this put more pressure on the split of his shirt, buttons tightening on the eyelets as they attempted to contain his bulky chest and the topmost button already popping off.
As his chest continued to swell and harden, the prickling sensation in his skin returned. Much as it had on his arms, lengthy hairs started poking on the skin across his chest. Black fuzz constantly sprouted across the surface area of his swelling pecs, the smoothness developing a rougher appearance as the hairs took on a medium density across the area. Not enough to create a thick forest of hair yet still enough to give him more of a hirsute appearance that was visible from the openings that had formed in the strained placket of his shirt.
The pressure that his changes put on his clothing only continued until his pecs reached a size to settle on, with another button breaking off his shirt as a testament to this. Two massive slabs of meat had properly developed from the former nothingness of his chest. Thick and burly with a solid firmness to them. They were also clearly divided by a deep cleavage that easily indented itself into the fabric of his shirt. Although in general it seemed the outline of his chest muscles were easily visible with just how much stress they were putting onto his button-up. He had a massive shelf now, and it was too much for a bunch of plastic discs and fabric to contain. One more button, the last that had covered his pecs, pops off and causes his shirt to become more open-chested.
The front of his body wasn't the only area becoming stronger though. His upper body strength was surely improving, but it was with the concurrent alterations of both the muscles in his front and his back. Pressure built up behind him as his trapezius muscles started to grow, the muscle mass around his shoulder blades becoming more evident the further the changes progressed. This caused further tightness in his shirt as both his back and front started vying for attention from it, pulling it in two opposing directions thanks to their heftier size and tugging the still buttoned portions of the split. The tension being put on it was also becoming enough to form a few more tears in the fabric itself, rips slowly forming above his broadened back.
Not long after his chest started to grow, his abdominal muscles began to take a proper shape as well. His typically slightly rounded stomach rippled, the small amount of fat it possessed gradually burning away. Once it did burn his stomach was left relatively flat. That didn't last too long as abs began carving into the skin, becoming more defined by the second. A series of abs slotted outwards row by row to create a solid six-pack, then from there they pushed out more as his body continued to thicken in size. The divides of his muscles continuously etched into his ill-fitting shirt, the new definition of his form becoming tangible through the black fabric. The buttoned portion of his shirt made a continued attempt to hold it all in, but with his broader size mixed with his thicker form it wasn't a surprise that another button snapped off.
Still, with his hairy chest now a bit more visible he could now better observe it. Well, in truth observing meant touching it a bit. Moving one of the halves of his shirt a little he cupped one of his pecs with one of his big, meaty hands. Gently he felt out the firmness of the muscles on his palm, the hairs brushing the skin as he did so. He couldn't stop the blood rushing to his cheeks, the man not able to deny how it made him feel.
“Mmf, this feels kinda-” he paused for a second to cough, “-kinda good!”
He stopped for a second. “Did my voice… drop…”
His question was answered pretty instantaneously as the sound of his voice properly registered in his ears. While it still sounded like his, it seemed to be dropping in tone bit by bit. A steady pacing for the time being. But judging by the tingling in his vocal cords, it likely wouldn't be too long until his voice settles for something much different.
“Guess those buns are changing a lot more than my muscles…” he remarked. Though it was hard for him to determine if this was the intended result, or if this was supposedly part of those side effects the vendor warned him about. Not that he was really complaining. The extra strength felt less like an unintended consequence and more like a blessing. Plus it felt kind of nice to squeeze his pec. He quickly got distracted by the appearance of his hand though, causing him to let go of the pec in order to stare at the thicker, hairier extremity he now had.
“Man, my hand got huge!”
Of course, the transformation hadn't stopped during his short bout of personal exploration. They only progressed further, moving downwards to start changing the lower half of Nat’s body. This was primarily signaled by a tightness around his waist. One that was especially apparent thanks to his belt. The diameter of his hips had been increasing in order to be more proportionate to his form, and as it did so it put a continued strain on his belt. The leather of it constantly creaked as it made its attempt to contain his increasing mass, but unfortunately it would all be for nought. A soft ping pierced the air as the buckle finally snapped signaling the end of his belt’s attempts to contain him. The squeezing pressure around his waist lessened, but didn't fully stop.
His pants still remained, and they were already beginning to tighten around his form. The changes easily transitioned to the area below his hips, the front and back of his pants now beginning to fill out a fair bit from it. This was apparent in his rear, a roundness starting to enter his butt. His gluteus muscles increased in size, swelling up with a thickness that bloated his rear up more and more. The seat of both his undergarments and his pants filled out, underwear stretching across his fattening ass while his jeans made an attempt to contain it. Though after a few more seconds of growing a tear would be heard, a split now running down the back of his pants.
Nat’s mind was having trouble focusing on that though. A flush entered his cheeks as blood had quickly shot downwards, an odd sensation forming in the changing man’s groin. “N-nngh, so… tight…” he eked out, his voice cracking halfway through.
The front of his pants had constricted as the primary organ of that region succumbed to the changes. A certain erotic feeling entered his mind as the nerves in his groin were constantly stimulated. The frontal portion of his underwear continuously strained more as a roundness became more apparent within it. A sizable bulge forming from the growth of his genitals. The zipper of his pants easily split open from both his growing girth and the hardness of it from the overstimulation the change was instilling.
“Gguh…” he moaned, slipping a hand down his body in order to squeeze his crotch. “N-now doesn't feel like the best time for this…”
He let out a deepening grunt as he pushed himself forward in his seat. While the constant stimulation of his nerves felt utterly bliss-inducing, he really would rather not have to do that now. So he tried his best to maintain what little restraint he could and tried his best to just ignore it. Although such a thing was a challenge since even hearing the deeper, more masculine sound of his altering voice was enough to make him shiver.
The effects of the transformation continued on as they reached his legs. Much like his arms, the musculature of his legs had rapidly improved. The denim of his pants creaked as his usually slender limbs thickened up in size. Hamstrings and quadriceps bulged in conjunction with each other, becoming more clearly defined as they bulked up in size, strength, and power. Ridges that defined his muscles became more apparent, and etched into the material of his legwear as they did so.
The lower half of his legs weren't spared either as his calves ballooned outwards. Size increasing, roundness becoming more apparent, and prompting more and more strain in his pants as it did so. And all while the muscle mass of his legs increased, the hair growth he was experiencing was happening concurrent with it. More and more black hairs grew across his thickening upper and lower legs, their formation noticeably sparser than they had been on his arms and chest.
Another few seconds of growth passed before his pants could no longer take it anymore. Although the altering of his legs slowed to a halt, splits were rapidly forming up and down the sides. Hairs poked out of the holes that formed, the divides of his muscles further embedded into the denim, and it was already apparent that any attempt at movement would cause more damage.
“Grrggh,” Nat growled deeply, the mild discomfort he was experiencing growing with each passing second that his body spent changing.
This only increased further as he felt a pressure in his shoes. His feet had begun growing in size, thickening and swelling in order to become a size more proportional to the rest of his body. The frontal portion of his footwear bulged as his toes were pushed into them more. His toes themselves were becoming chunkier, further adding onto the stress the material was experiencing. The back of his feet dug into the heels more and more, and the sides rubbed up against the internals. And as the top of his feet squeezed against the internals of his shoe, the prior sensation of prickling returned as bits of black hair formed atop each foot.
With each passing moment his feet continued to become meatier, and as it did so the feeling of his shoes squeezing them in some attempt to force them to fit their confines increased. Unfortunately these attempts wouldn't work well for his footwear. Rips echoed through the air as his shoes began to properly tear apart, the top half finally tearing from the soles. His toes slipped out from the opening hole, Nat feeling the air grace them.
Nat’s breaths deepened, the lump in his throat thickening as his neck itself continued widening. “Gotten so much larger now, urgh-”
While he couldn't complain about the sudden gain in muscle mass, the sheer amount of tightness he's still experiencing due to his clothing stubbornly staying on his form was restricting. “Half-tempted to tear up the rest of my shirt,” he grumbled, still looking downwards at himself for any more signs of damage to his attire.
“…but also I don't want to damage my stuff further. Especially if I'm going to have to go out and buy some more fitting clothing after this…” Nat lamented, followed by a low huff escaping his sufficiently thickened throat. The tingling in his vocal cords was dying down as the changes in his voice seemed to properly settle itself. Deep with a significantly huskier tone to it. Stranger was that the previously youthful tone had been fully lost, his voice sounding a little more aged than it had used to be.
“It'll be worth it though, once this all… uh…” he paused to blink a few times. His train of thought derailed for a moment, a low haze entering his brain mid-sentence. “F-finishes… urgh…”
He sat back again as the haze in his mind started rapidly growing in density. Surface level thoughts blanked out of his brain as Nat’s ability to string together anything coherent in his mind was quickly getting lost. “Gguh, what's… going on? Can't… think…”
He lifted up an arm to place a hand on the side of his head, the associated sleeve of his shirt ripping a little from the sudden movement. “N-need to… uh…”
A low pressure then started to enter his skull as the transformation finally reached the final untransformed portion of Nat’s body: his head. The very shape of his skull promptly began to reshape itself under this pressure. The roundness of his face was steadily lost as his features became more angular. His jawline typically had a slightly rounded, average appearance, but as the changes set in all of that hardened. The lower end of his jaw chiseled, straightening out his chin a fair bit. Meanwhile the sides of his jaw became a bit more diagonal. Both of these changes combined added a certain angularity in his face that it had not possessed prior.
This angular appearance didn't stop there though. The structure of his skull continued to shift, molding into a form that made his head look a bit more squarish thanks to his new jawline. By now this was also facilitating more overt alterations to his facial features as well. While his jawline was squaring out the formation of hairs started to speckle it. Bits of stubble poked out his face, small yet noticeable hairs forming across his jawline. Yet it didn't completely overtake his jaw and instead maintained a more sparse formation. A similar change would also occur above his upper lip as a relatively small amount of hairs formed across it.
There had been other alterations to his facial features that ensued as well. Another more overt one was in his nose, the structure of it forced to shift as the straightness of his dorsum nasi was disrupted. It steadily grew to protrude outwards a bit more as the cartilage of his nose altered to make his nose a bit thicker and slightly bulbous. At the same time, his ears were shifting in position a little bit by poking out the sides of his head slightly more than they had been prior. They had also seemed to become slightly bigger and wider, and even a little rounder. The resulting mix of the changes of his nose and ears with that of his wider face resulted in his glasses bending a bit. A sign that the eyewear was becoming more ill fitting. As for his eyes themselves their size seemed to increase a little, meanwhile the pupils went through the inverse by becoming smaller and darker.
The most overt change had come to his eyebrows though. Initially thin with a brown coloration of hair, they deepened to black as they started to thicken by a substantial amount. As his brows got thicker, more and more hairs started to grow out the ends. A small amount formed on the outer ends while the inner ends seemed to grow fuzz in such a manner that it seemed the two brows were trying to bridge the gap between themselves. This led to the shape heavily altering as the longer his brows got, the more curvature they obtained above his eyes. It didn't take too long for his now much thicker eyebrows to properly remove the divide between themselves, merging their lengths above his nose and giving him a proper unibrow. The shaping of it was unique however with the newly developed curvature granting it an M-shape.
Then there was the matter of the man’s hair. Initially it was brown in color with a fairly messy style to it. However as the changes to his head progressed, the style of his hair was rapidly altering. The coloration darkened at a quick pace, browns fading to a deep black that consumed each and every follicle. Meanwhile the hair itself seemed to shorten itself. The messiness of his hair fading as each and every bit of it got shorter and shorter. The cut of it had even seemed to neaten while doing so as the hairs seemed to align more properly. This resulted in his hair adopting a style that could be more aptly described as a crew cut.
But all while this series of changes had been ensuing there was one alteration to his face that was a little more subtle. With each shift in his jawline, or each alteration to his facial structure or features, there was a little bit of weathering that ensued in his face. His actual age seemed to be progressing forwards as the transformation continued onwards. The more youthful look of his face rapidly shifted, getting a little bit more wrinkles beneath the eyes and bordering the cheeks. He would leave his mid-20s, moving forward into his early-30s. Then his mid-30s, which seemed to be where the aging halted. Not the most overt of transformations, but it was clear the effects of aging were there on his face. Especially since he had grown a whole ten years older in less than a minute. The increase in age would further strain the man’s mind as with the sudden gap in years having formed between his physicality and his mentality, some things just didn't add up anymore.
“Ggrgh,” the man let out a pained groan as he continued to hold the sides of his head in his hands. Whatever was going on had not stopped at only changing his physicality. Beneath all of the haze that had overtaken his mind, a rapid shift in his mind had been taking place.
It started off as something a little abstract. There was a strange tug in various areas of his mentality, especially within his personality as his more adventurous nature was getting dulled out. Instead it was getting replaced by one that was more leisure-oriented, perhaps even a fair bit lazier than he had used to be. It was confusing to say the least as both personality aspects still existed to a degree in his head. Conflicting and contrasting with each other as one tried to overpower the other, making it harder at first to determine which was actually correct for him.
Yet the man’s thoughts refused to remain consistent. His previous intrigue with the transformation was rapidly faded as the ability to even register anything had changed was becoming a growing impossibility. The lingering idea that something wasn't right still existed, but he could not be able to pinpoint a reason even if he tried. As far as his changing mindset was concerned, his body had looked like this for a long time.
“C-can’t… a-aagh-”
His perception of everything was constantly getting modified. With the aging of his body came the fact his own view of his age shifted alongside it. His shifts in personality resulted in an influx of changes to his very identity. His own interests, desires, goals changed beneath the constant turbulence of his changing mentality. Even his own intelligence hadn't been left unaffected as it too dulled out a bit beneath the haze. All of this he was completely unable to break away from because it was seemingly replacing everything that had been fundamentally part of his former self and identity.
But what was perhaps the biggest revision to his identity was the fact that his sudden onset progression of age resulted in a gap in memory that had to be filled. Years and years of memories had to be added in order to satisfy the ten years he had been given. Yet that wasn't enough as memories beyond those ten years flowed into his brain. Initially unfamiliar memories of a life in Japan were constantly spilled out across the neurons of his brain, overtaking and replacing every aspect of his previous life whenever it could.
Such a major alteration in his experiences only reinforced his changes in personality. It had granted him a ‘new’ path in life, a different mindset with a job that these mental changes forced familiarity with. Although perhaps the most drastic change was how the alterations to his memories tampered with his abilities to comprehend the English language. Instead it would be replaced with fluency of the Japanese language, his mind rewiring to have that as his native language. This resulted in his thoughts rapidly shifting, the sounds and words he could string together only being in this language he's spontaneously learned.
Of course with the most intense of modifications out the way, the haze in the man’s brain steadily subsided. The splittingness of the headache had also slowly dulled as he came back to his senses. One of his hands slipped off the side of his head as he tiredly blinked his eyes, now properly coming back to his senses. While he couldn't fully process it anymore a new identity had been forced onto him, and that meant he had a completely new name.
Kankichi Ryotsu…
“Uurgh,” the older man repositioned the still raised hand to the back of his head and rubbed the area. “What happened…?”
He wasn't able to recall the last thing that happened at all. Furthermore, as his vision properly focused and he glanced around the room he found himself in a place he had absolutely no familiarity with. “Whuh- and where am I!?!”
Then his tactile feedback finally started to register that he was feeling extremely uncomfortable. This prompted him to look down and find that he was wearing some really tight clothing that he knew for a fact he didn't put on. “And what am I wearing!?” he asked in a confused panic.
Deciding to get up off the couch he found himself sitting in, Ryotsu gave his ill-fitting attire a small inspection. Rips and tears layered the shirt’s sleeves and back, and even more ran up and down his pants. He also wasn't very proud of the fact that the back of his pants were split open in a relatively… revealing manner. It didn't help that more and more tearing pierced the air as he moved, signaling he was consistently causing even more damage to what he was wearing. Particularly with the exacerbation of the damage on the back of his shirt and the sides of his jeans. Furthermore it had also seemed as though he was wearing a pair of glasses, although calling it wearing felt a bit inaccurate as they seemed to just barely cling onto his head.
First thing first was to just remove the glasses, Ryotsu easily pulling them off and disregarding them onto the couch behind him. The movement of his arms continued to cause more damage to his sleeves, the man’s focus shifted to look over to them again. Not a second passed before he got distracted by something else however. “Eheh, it does outline my muscles rather well at least,” he said to himself.
He couldn't help but flex his arm after saying that, resulting in the short sleeve that was around it to finally burst apart. He didn't care too much about that though as he was happy to continue flexing his muscles a bit more. Another arm to burst off the other sleeve, his entire upper body to properly tear apart the remainder of his shirt, even do a few poses to move his legs enough to allow his jeans to fall into pieces. Shards of clothing easily slipped off his skin, leaving the man mostly naked barring his miraculously surviving underwear.
“Ahh, much better…” he remarked. Although another glance down proved that even though his undergarments remained intact, it was still very tight with a fairly revealing bulge. “A-ah crap! I-I might have to find a replacement for what I was wearing, actually!”
With that, Ryotsu was sent scrambling around the place he found himself in in order to find some good replacement clothing. Although it wasn't until he found the home’s bedroom that he was able to find a closet to at least properly pick something out.
“I hope whoever lives here doesn't mind me borrowing something for a bit,” he muttered as he rummaged through the closet.
He spends the next minute trying to find something good enough to wear. Although it was already proven a challenge as everything was already looking way too small for his rather burly form. It wasn't until the latter half of that minute that he finally had to come to the conclusion that he had to just pick something so he could at least get out of whatever this place is and head home with his dignity intact.
This led to him settling on a black t-shirt with a gray lightning bolt design on it. He held it out in front of him for a bit, cross comparing the size of the shirt to the size of his body. Still was extremely small compared to him, but the material at least seemed to be stretchy enough that it might be able to hold its own on his body. Especially since it appears like it could fit someone of his size but not of his bulk. So just like everything else in here it's tightness on him is going to be unavoidable.
The earlier notion of maintaining his dignity already felt fleeting the moment Ryotsu stepped out of the house. While he found clothing that was at the very least able to cling onto his body without getting damaged to an overt degree, the tightness of it all was far from ideal. Especially considering the tightness of his shirt allowed every bit of his musculature to show, which did not particularly feel good out in public.
He wasn't able to dwell on that for too long though. He spent a minute or so aimlessly walking around the neighborhood he had somehow found himself in, but was suddenly stopped as his gaze wandered to a random alleyway nestled between two buildings. Within that alley was a familiar vendor cart seemingly run by a man he instantly recognized.
The man was also looking straight at him. “I was wondering how long it'd take you to come, gorilla.”
“Professor Ezaki?!” Ryotsu exclaimed. The man promptly stepped forward into the alley and walked up to the cart. His footsteps had developed an aggressive stomp to them as an angered expression formed on his face. “What are YOU doing here?”
“A salesman has to make a living somehow, gorilla,” Ezaki simply responded. “And I would ask you the same, but I would already know the answer to that question.”
“Huh-”
“That's irrelevant,” Ezaki cut in before Ryotsu could even get a chance to ask what he meant. “Now tell me, how are you feeling?”
“Uncomfortable!” Ryotsu responded nigh-instantaneously. “Other than the fact that I woke up in some random place I don't know, the only clothing I could find for myself is way too tight for me to wear…”
As if to accentuate his point, one of the seams on a sleeve of Ryotsu’s shirt developed a tear thanks to the past few minutes of stress it was put under. Ryotsu’s face fell in disappointment, “See!?”
“Hm, I might have something to remedy that…” Ezaki stated before opening the hatch of the cart and plunging a hand in it. “It was something I had made to handle simple clothing repairs before I tweaked it to handle more complex clothing alterations… ah, there it is!”
He pulled his hand out of the inner compartment, and in it was a strange remote-like object with numerous buttons. “Although I can't say I fully remember which buttons do which,” he muttered, eyes narrowing beneath his glasses.
“That doesn't feel particularly reassuring,” Ryotsu commented, backing away a little. “Especially knowing what has happened the last few times I've-”
“Perhaps it was this one?” Ezaki pressed a random button, and a beam of red light escaped the remote and hit Ryotsu.
The results were very much the opposite of what either were hoping though. Ryotsu’s musculature became more defined as the clothing he was wearing seemed to tighten around his body more and more. The sounds of tearing continuously pierced the air of the alleyway as rips formed their way across his sleeves, his shirt, and even his pants as they continuously shrunk. Everything he wore was practically becoming skin-tight at this rate.
“Too tight! TOO TIGHT!!!” Ryotsu yelled out in a frustrated panic. He already felt a few seconds away from being squeezed into paste!
“Calm down, calm down!” Ezaki demanded. “Maybe this one…” another button was pressed, and this time a blue beam of light hit Ryo.
The results of this one were an instant improvement as the size of Ryotsu's outfit started to grow in size. More interestingly though, what he was wearing even seemed to be changing as it altered in size. The black coloration of the shirt shifted as splotches of blue formed across it and rapidly expanded in territory across the material. As the blue overtook it various aspects of the shirt were altered. The lightning bolt design in the middle faded as a split formed down the middle of the shirt and the neck seemed to deepen. While the split formed two portions of the shirt expanded and folded over the two now divided halves and created a uniform collar and lapel. It still would remain a unified entity though as a series of buttons and eyelets materialized beneath the lapel and fastened themselves. Some pockets also manifested on each half of the uniform as well.
The growth in size resulted in the hem and sleeves of the shirt to extend as well. Both sleeves grew down his arms and momentarily nestled around his wrists before instantly rolling themselves to reveal that the inside of his uniform had become a lighter shade of blue. Meanwhile as the hem of his shirt extended downwards an additional two pockets arose from the material. This was followed by a couple of objects spontaneously appearing on his body, more specifically a belt around his waist and two golden pins on each end of his uniform’s lapel. Furthermore a dress shirt also appeared beneath the uniform itself, threading itself into existence and preventing his chest from being exposed. It was also accompanied by a black tie that hung around the newly appeared shirt’s collar.
The changes to the clothing on his lower half was significantly less impressive though. While they had also grown, the material of his jeans also altered to match the softer composition of the upper half of his uniform. The pockets shifted to remain consistent with the pockets of his coat, and the color brightened in tone to a less dark shade of blue. As for his footwear, the man had been initially wearing a pair of ill-fitting sandals that he took from the home since they were the only thing that fit. While they were also increased in size, the strap shifted to a singular band that went over his feet while the sole bulked and hardened to wood. While they still seemed to resemble a pair of sandals, they had taken the appearance of a pair of traditional Japanese geta.
With that the shift in his clothing came to a finish. It had seemed to take on an almost perfect replication of his police force outfit! Emphasis on almost.
“Still a little bit tight,” Ryotsu remarked. Then again it did feel more like a comfortably snug level of tightness that he could work with. Plus it outlined his levels rather perfectly!
Ezaki looked unphased. “Well, I've still got four buttons on this thing if you want to try them out.”
Ryotsu’s eyes widened in fear. “No, no, this is fine!”
Ezaki nodded, letting out a slightly dissatisfied hum. He then placed the clothes altering remote into his cart’s compartment again. A silence then fell between the two for a few moments before Ryotsu’s face brightened, the man seeming to have remembered something.
“So, how'd those buns we make end up doing? Did they work?” Ryotsu asked, a confident smirk now adorning his face. “Did you make a good profit off them?! And how much of a cut can I get-”
“Well, I can't say they didn't work,” Ezaki said, eyeing Ryo up and down. “But the results still seem to be far from what I've desired…”
My half of a trade with Catolyst! His half can be found here: DeviantArt / FuAffinity.
Truthfully I've been wanting to write a Heidegger TF for a long time. Ever since I first played Final Fantasy 7 Remake, actually! I even had a relatively lengthy concept for one that I ended up not writing. Although I did end up retooling a lot of systems from it for this story! Mainly having it involve a materia trigger since, honestly, materia is the easiest trigger concept imaginable. I've seen about three different Final Fantasy 7 TFs involving materia and one of those I wrote like two years ago. But also I find it extremely fun! Although I should perhaps take a stab at using non-green materia some day. I'm going on a tangent though.
This was a really fun story to write though. I feel like I handled age progression descriptions a lot better this time around than I usually do! I'm also really proud of the mental changes and corruption for this one. It feels like I haven't done a good corruption story since the Roquefort one from last year. All-in-all, super satisfied with how this worked out! I'm also very happy with how Catolyst's art for this trade turned out as well~ Makes me realize how many times I've gotten one-eyed old men as part of trades with him. I wonder if this'll be kept up in future trades...
Anyway, thanks Catolyst for this trade opportunity! It's always a pleasure to work with you, and I look forward to doing so again in the future!
The ticking of a clock echoed ominously within the confines of the waiting room that Cato was currently in. For a good chunk of the past half hour he had found his gaze constantly flicking between the time display on his phone, and the aforementioned clock. The email said that his interview was scheduled at twelve o’clock precisely. And it was currently eleven fifty-seven.
Three minutes…
He hoped that the actual interview room wasn't as bad as this room. The polished wooden walls and red carpeting had given the waiting room an elegant look, but it added a certain level of ominousness that he wasn't very fond of. The massive, presumably locked double-door that was positioned to the wall opposite of him also gave this place a certain vibe he couldn't pinpoint. One that was professional, but in an off-putting kind of way. The only compliment he could give was that the seats were comfortable to sit on.
Two minutes now…
Cato’s stomach was still in knots from the stress he was experiencing. He admittedly still wasn't too sure what this interview had fully entailed. The company’s name on the job finder site was relatively vague with it just being titled ‘SRA Industrial Incorporation’. The listing was also for a position in the public relations sector. Nowadays that probably just meant running some kind of social media account for the company or something. Such a thing has never seemed like the most riveting of jobs, but if it paid well then he didn't really mind. But the overall vagueness of the situation didn't really give him much hope for anything.
He checked the time again. One minute now. Damn.
He then resumed his thoughts. This place didn't seem to be that bad at least. The tower the company was situated in seemed pretty nice, and the furnishing within it was at the very least comforting. So while Cato didn't really know the specifics of what he might be getting himself into, what's the worst that could-
His internal spiraling is broken when the room’s massive door opens. Stepping out of it was a woman with blonde hair tied up in a French twist, and wearing a dark red satin dress. She only gave Cato a single glance before coldly stating, “The President will be seeing you now.”
Cato just watched as the lady walked back through the doorway, taking a few seconds to fully register what was going on. He was having an interview with the company president? Do companies tend to even do that!? He then shook his head to break himself out of another spiral. He'd rather not start looking like he's staring off into space when he knows he might be in the eyesight of the people who're interviewing him.
Standing up, Cato begins walking towards and into the room. Despite his earlier hopes, the interview room was effectively equally (if not more) stress-inducing than the waiting room he was previously in. The room was somewhat lengthy, which he reasoned was to fit the relatively long rectangular table that he could only equate to being like one of those large meeting tables in movies. He had counted about eight chairs surrounding the table, three being on each of the longer sides while there was one per short side. However despite the daunting seat count there were only two other people here besides him.
One of those two people was the woman, who had now taken a seat in one of the chairs on the table’s long side that was furthest from the entrance. Meanwhile the other person had been sitting in a seat that was both directly opposite to the entrance and the actual furthest distance away from it. This person seemed to be an older-looking man with thinning blonde hair and a mustache, who was wearing a dark red suit. The man was also staring right at Cato as he was inspecting the room, a rather intimidating glare tangible on their face.
Cato had quickly taken note of the fact he was being glared at, which was more than just mildly uncomfortable for him. So he just sat down in the chair on the table’s short end that was closest to the doorway. Then, with an awkward wave and a smile directed towards the other man, he said a simple, “Hi?”
A silence befell the room for a few seconds as the man (the president of this company, Cato presumed) broke his gaze to look at a few papers he had in front of him. “So I take it you're-” he paused to squint at the paper, “-Cato?”
Cato nodded. “Yep,” he responded. He tried to keep his focus on the other man’s eyes to maintain eye contact but every so often his gaze would flick around the room for a second or two out of nervousness. It didn't help that his thoughts rapidly drifted during these pauses. Between the man’s suit and that lady’s dress, mixed with the sheer elegance of the rooms of the building, he had a feeling he came here a little underdressed. A flannel shirt and jeans did not make for a good business fit…
“Hmm,” the rumble of a hum in the president’s throat really echoed through the room. “So what made you think you'd be a good fit for our Public Safety position?”
Cato blinked a few times. Public safety? He could've sworn the listing said public relations. “Uhh, well-”
“Especially since your credentials don't really align with the job you applied yourself for,” the suited man outright stated. Although there was a strange lack of frustration in his voice.
“A-admittedly, I thought the listing said something else,” Cato started to explain, nervously tugging at the collar of his shirt as he spoke.
“And that was?”
“Public relations…”
A stiff silence entered the room after he admitted that. The woman and the president looked at each other, seemingly having some kind of mutual conversation in the silence somehow. Then with the passing of a few seconds the president restored eye contact with Cato.
“A very easy mistake to make,” he started. He set the papers flat onto the table again. “Not unnoticeable though. I'm sure you're probably wondering by now why we'd even consider you despite your clear lack of expertise in this field.”
Cato raised a brow. The thought didn't really cross his mind until now thanks to the stress, but now that it was said out loud…
“I like to consider myself a generous man,” the president continued. An odd smile was now gracing his previously unfeeling face. “Not many get a chance to reach the interview process here at SRA Industrial Inc., even less with such a clear difference in interests to what we need.”
Cato watched as the man promptly plunged a hand into the jacket of his suit. He rummaged around in there for a few seconds before pulling out what looked to be a green, crystalline orb. “That's why I'd want to offer some… on the job training for you,” he then put the orb on the table. “Mainly because I see great potential in you, Cato.”
Cato was already feeling a bit confused at this proposition. “Well, my field of knowledge hasn't really been in public safety, so that would probably require a lot of training…”
“You'd be surprised at how often that happens here at SRA. Even I had no knowledge of handling a business once, but that didn't stop me from… getting taught and building this company from the ground up.”
He then flicked his hand, the action propelling the green sphere across the table and towards Cato. The sound of stone rolling across wood reverberated through the air as it traveled before it conveniently slowed to a halt at Cato’s end of the table.
Cato just eyed the object, feelings of curiosity and suspicion forming in the man’s mind. “Uh, what is this exactly?”
All the president did was smile and give a single, cryptic response. “Consider it a little… gift from me.”
He then stood up from his seat. “Now, we'll give you some time alone to consider our proposition. Although I can promise you that doing so would be very beneficial for you. So think long and hard about this…”
He then looks at the woman, who herself was starting to leave her seat. The two nod to each other before taking their leave, exiting through a door that was located at the side of the room. Cato watched as the duo exited the room, sighing in relief once the door fully shut behind them.
“Ugh, that was weird…” he muttered to himself as his gaze wandered towards the strange sphere the president had rolled towards him. The dim green glow mixed with various shades of spiraling green was oddly satisfying to stare at. Now if only he knew what this thing even was.
He picked up the orb. Despite its appearance it was oddly light. Furthermore it seemed to glow brighter from his touch. “Weird gift. Come to think of it, it's really weird to give me anything even though he hasn't hired me yet…”
Cato then sat back in his seat and began to idly futz around with the orb in his hand. He wasn't sure what to think about in regards to anything about this interview. He'd rather have gotten a rejection email instead of this. But then again they are offering him genuine training to fit whatever needs they require of him in regards to public security. Although he does wonder what kind of company this is that it requires a sector for public security of all things.
“What did I get myself into,” Cato said with another sigh.
A few more seconds pass with the man continuing to casually shift the orb between hands. A part of him expects the duo of executives to walk through that door to get his answer, but nothing really happens. That is until he makes a fumble that causes the weird crystal to slip out from its cycle in his hands. It quickly dropped onto the ground with a hard thunk!
“Shit-” Cato immediately got up from his seat to pick up the orb. Luckily it just dropped onto the ground right next to his chair, so he didn't have to go searching under the table for it.
“Please don't be cracked, please don't be cracked,” he panickedly repeated, rolling the glassy crystal around in both of his hands to inspect for any breaks or bruises. On the plus side there hadn't seemed to be any judging by a few seconds of inspection. Those few seconds of inspection proved something else however. The orb seemed to be glowing brighter, and a green aura was coming off it and seemingly surrounding his hands.
“Uhhh, what the…?”
With each second longer the aura seemed to last, the more a strange sensation entered Cato’s hands. A rising pressure that overtook them both. A feeling that resulted in something very, very strange…
The most evident manifestation of this strangeness was a building pressure in both his hands. The feeling of pressure increase seemed to cause a physical change in growth within each hand, both steadily getting larger as the gem’s aura stayed prevalent. Each passing second making both hands stretch out wider, lengthier. Even making them a bit thicker by granting them a more meaty appearance. This had also resulted in his fingers developing a bit of chunkiness to them as they too thickened, alongside seemingly lengthening to fit with the new proportions of his hands.
The size of his hands didn't seem to be the only thing changing either. A rougher texture had started to settle within the skin. This was more noticeable in the back of each hand as this roughness set in, which was accentuated by the sparse growth of black hairs in the region. The front of his hands weren't left unchanged either as the once soft skin of his palms hardened the longer they held onto the glowing orb. They still remained skin, but it was a bit whiter and weathered with calluses. Both of these alterations combined seemed to prove a certain aging effect was setting into Cato’s body by this weird crystal.
Or, at least, he thought it was the crystal’s doing. So in the sudden panic that was forming from watching his hands rapidly age in front of him he dropped the orb back onto the ground. Another thunk echoed off the walls of the meeting room as the green sphere hit the ground.
Cato didn't care about the object anymore. He just looked at his hands, his older, rougher-skinned hands, and his jaw clenched in worried anticipation. He was waiting for some kind of sign the changes would be reversed now that he wasn't holding whatever that object was anymore. “Come on, I dropped that thing so you have no reason to look like this anymore!”
The green glow of the glassy crystal continued to persist however. And even on the ground the mist-like aura of it seemed to stretch out and towards Cato, thick and translucent tendrils of green circling themselves around the man. Whatever he did earlier seemed to have activated something in it, and it had no intention of stopping.
So all he could do was let out a frustrated, “Damn it!” as he watched the furthest ends of his shirt sleeves begin to fill out while a mixture of pressure and heat enveloped his forearms. An indicator that the changes had evidently begun to move beyond the confines of his hands.
The primary manifestation of these changes was a sudden growth in musculature within the region. Cato was a typically skinny guy, but that was becoming quickly contrasted as his extensor muscles thickened. This had resulted in the fabric of his shirt sleeves to steadily strain over the bulking ends of his limbs. Roughening skin rubbing up against the soft material, crevices of his newly forming muscles indenting into the patterned red of it with ease.
His upper arms weren't immune to this either. The skin across both limbs would continue to age upwards, accompanied by a thickening layer of arm hair that had taken on a deep black tone instead of his usual blonde coloration. Beneath it all his muscle mass would continue to burgeon, presumed years of workout being added to his form in mere seconds. Biceps and triceps both heated up and swelled in conjunction with each other. His deltoids began thickening soon after which resulted in a roundness developing within his shoulders. As both these changes grew in prevalence it further added to the heavy strain that his shirt was undergoing, alongside adding some pressure in his undershirt now that everything reached the upper half of his limbs. So many crevices and indents that represented the divides in muscle groups, all continuously etching into the fabric as his arms developed a definition that they didn't have prior. It wasn't a surprise that just a few seconds after his arms stopped bulking up, the sheer disparity between their new and old sizes would cause a few tears to form at the seams of his flannel’s sleeves.
The sound of fabric ripping pierced the air. Cato’s attention ended up being drawn to the newly formed rippage, his eyes focusing on a tear over his bulkier bicep. Although the cyan of his undershirt’s sleeve was visible so he couldn't see if his skin had changed beneath it. Judging by the mild itching on his arms though he had a feeling it was. Come to think of it, his chest was also kind of itchy too.
With that realization, a groan of frustration escaped Cato’s throat as his gaze left his arms and moved over to his chest. “What the heck is that orb thing even doing to me!?”
The answer was pretty obvious considering the rapid increase in mass the man was accumulating. With his focus on his chest now he could see just how much it the transformative aura was causing it to push and swell forward. Size greatly accumulating within the region as heat continuously spiraled around his core. In just mere seconds the relatively flat and undefined nature of his chest was altered by the rapid gain in musculature. The front of his shirt pushed out bit by bit as his pectorals swelled and thickened. Soon the upper buttons of his shirt strained against their eyelets, the two forming slabs of raw meat just increasing the pressure his burgeoning size was putting on his attire.
But then after a few more seconds something else started to accumulate on Cato’s chest. Some more size was added to the now larger region. However this size wasn't from another gain in muscle. Instead it seemed to be from fat. A layer of fat blanketed his pecs, the once raw and hard beefiness getting a bit softer as a result. Although it still seemed to retain a significant level of definition as both pectorals would take on an appearance more aptly describable as soft slabs of meat now. Though the addition to their size from the fat had resulted in the pressure in his flannel’s placket coming to some semblance of an apex as the top-most button broke, followed by the one beneath it.
Concurrent with the changes in their chest were those in the torso’s lower half. His belly churned and bubbled, the muscles in that area altering and developing to grant the region definition. What little fat there was around his stomach was pushed away for a moment as abdominal muscles slotted out sequentially. Top-most, middle, then bottom-most, pushing out like shelves on an off-balanced drawer. Combined they would give Cato a solid six-pack that pressed up against his undershirt, indenting into the cyan fabric of it with ease, while simultaneously pulling against the buttons of their shirt like their pecs had been doing.
The strain in their shirt buttons yet again increased exponentially as the changes in their abdomen continued. Adipose would yet again rush across his newly manifested muscles, raw definition seemingly smoothing out as fat continuously formed within the region. It didn't even stop at the natural amount that Cato had prior as more and more fat continued to get added to his stomach region. Larger it swelled, pushing up against his shirt buttons more as the thickening belly steadily pushed up his undershirt. Then one by one each button broke their associated, if not straight up snapping off his shirt, as the pressure from his fattening belly finally pushed them beyond their limits.
“Mmf, thought this was just gonna be… gettin’ buff,” Cato commented as he held his stomach. His jaw remained clenched as he eyed the musclegut he seemed to possess now. His undershirt had rode up it a bit, seemingly now bordering where it could cross above his navel. It also seemed his fatter body was getting perfectly outlined by the cyan t-shirt as his chest and stomach pressed up against the fabric of it. His gaze had also been privy to what seemed to be a bush of thick, black hairs trailing up the midline of his gut.
The hair would run beneath his shirt of course. A treasure trail of hair rushing upwards to touch the forest of fuzz that overtook his chest. A thick, bearish body would be an accurate description of the form he had been rapidly adopting. Especially considering the sensation of strength that seemed to course throughout his newly developed musculature.
His initial panic was steadily dying down as those sensations of strength and bodily warmth amplified. “I still don't know what the fuck this orb’s doing to me but-” a tingle catches in his throat and he stops to cough. “-it feels kind of good…”
He blinked a few times. His voice sounded off in the other half of that statement. It sounded a bit deeper than it had usually been. A little bit more aged than it used to be. “Of course it'd start changing that too…”
It was still hard to fully accept what was going on though. These changes were weird, this whole situation was weird. Was the weird spherical crystal supposed to do this? Did that guy even know this was going to happen? Was this supposed to convince him to work for them?
“Who am I even becoming…?” he asked himself verbally. It feels like this was just aging him up more than anything, but that seemed mildly implausible considering the black hairs that rapidly covered his body. Perhaps this is what that president guy meant when he said on the job training?
“Urgh, that bastard has a lot to answer for once he gets back!” Cato said to himself in frustration. Although after the statement was spoken aloud he realized how uncharacteristically aggressive that sounded of him. Placing a hand at the side of his head he tells himself, “That was… weird…”
The crystal's aura only grew stronger, and Cato couldn't deny the mild buzz entering his brain as the green glow intensified. A strange fog in the back of it ever so slowly billows forward and around. And with it comes this strange sensation of brutishness that was steadily implanting itself into Cato’s personality.
“…might be right though. Fucking changing me like this against my will.”
Cato’s gaze wandered away from his gut and onto the ground. His eyes focused on the glowing green sphere, gaze lingering. There was a sensation of resentment towards it that was welling up within him, one that coincided with a conflicting feeling of empowerment. He should hate this, but he also loves the way his body is turning out.
The conflicts in desire and personality clashed in his mind, although Cato’s face didn't seem to show it much save for a tightening in his jaw and a low, almost growl-like groan coming out of his throat. He tried to ignore it for the time being though, and instead just idly nudged the green orb with a foot. “This is a lot of trouble you're giving me here. This better be worth it…”
He would be lying if he said there wasn't a small fragment of something in the back of his mind telling him it will.
Of course, as he knocked his foot into the object he was given a proper view of what seemed to be some bulging within his shoes. The brown leather of the toecap seeming to have garnered a level of bumpiness that it did not have prior. Guess his changes hadn't stopped during all this introspection.
And assumption would be a correct one as all while Cato was thinking about the ramifications of the transformation, things had moved beneath his waist and started to properly layer onto the lower half of his body. The newfound broadness of his body that came from both the muscle and the fat resulted in the diameter of his waist increasing a bit and putting some stress onto the waistband of his jeans. This pressure had manifested most prominently at the button holding the fly of his pants shut. Although due to his wider waist and the weight of his gut it didn't take long for that button to break as well.
Meanwhile the increase in muscle mass has finally become apparent in his legs. Both thighs were rapidly thickening, hamstrings and quadriceps burgeoning to the point that the new thickness had already begun breaking the seams of his legwear. This allowed a few hairs to poke out from the tears, proving that the sprouting of follicles had been rushing down his legs as well. It seemed as though the changes in his legs were not unlike those that happened to his arms earlier.
The lower half of his legs were quick to follow. Once the transformation jumped past his knees, the hairiness seemed to increase quite drastically while his calf muscles bulged outwards. Bulkier and rounder, everything indenting into the denim while simultaneously splitting it apart. All the while the concurrent sensations of burning heat and raw strength continuously spiraled and practically coiled around his legs like it had to the rest of his body. It was strange, it was mildly overwhelming, and it was… stimulating, in a way.
Last had been his feet. More black hairs continued to sprout across the top of them as yet again a substantial amount of weathering seemed to overlay his skin. The size of both feet increased as the width and length stretched larger, and the overall thickness of them was in the process of increasing as well. All of this combined caused his footwear to rapidly become ill-fitting. Sides of each foot digging into the insides of his boots, heels pressing into the back, bridge straining against the tongue and strings that held it shut. Then there had been his toes, steadily getting chunkier as well while squeezing up against the topcap of what he was wearing.
“And here I thought I looked unprofessional before…” Cato muttered at the sight of his ready-to-burst shoes, alongside his generally ripped up clothing. He had also made a mental note about his voice changing still. Deepening still while developing a layer of huskiness to it that it didn't have before. It almost sounded like it had been aging alongside him.
Then again, he needs all that age and experience…
Cato blinked in confusion at the thought. He was also still clutching the side of his head. “Urgh, head’s feelin’ foggy still-”
His attention had been drawn away from the lower half of his body. This resulted in his focus not being there once his now larger feet broke apart his shoes. The toecap peeled away from the soles as his now lengthier appendages pushed forward and were freed from their confines.
Although by now things were finally starting to creep up his neck as well. The region thickened a bit to better fit his new proportions. Internally things had shifted a bit more, vocal cords settling into their alterations with the intention of making the deep and aged huskiness of his voice permanent.
“Grrugh, this isn't… right…?” Cato expressed to himself. The statement felt wrong though. Denying this felt wrong. How could this intense feeling of… of power feel wrong. That thought only made Cato groan some more as he now held both sides of his head with his hands.
Meanwhile his head had also been in the process of transforming. One of the most prominent portions of this transformation had been in his facial hair. The beard and mustache he had usually sported deepened from their usual blonde to a dark black. Hairs grew down the sides of his mouth in order to join the two portions of facial hair together. Meanwhile the surface area of his face that was bearded seemed to grow with the thick growth of hairs running across his jawline. This would cause the density to become quite substantial as well with his beard continuing to attain a level of bushiness that would fit his more bearish body. Furthermore, it seemed the initial spikiness that had carried over from his old facial hair would get smoothed over as his new beard combed itself into a neater, more well-kept style.
Concurrent with his facial hair alterations were the shifts in his facial structure. As hairs sprouted across and overtook his jawline it pressured and restructured into a broader and rounder shaping. This came with the rest of his skull broadening as well. The attributes of his face would end up heavily altering as this occurred. A straightness entering into his nasal bridge while a roundness encompassed the ala and apex of it. His ears pulled back a bit so as to not stick out the sides of his head too much. And while the structuring of his eyes didn't alter too heavily, his eyebrows took on a shade of black while the ends neatened to a point and the overall shape of them became more of a high arch instead of straight. However the most drastic of these changes had been what happened to his skin.
Heavy amounts of weathering embedded within it, practically darkening it a little bit as it did so. Years of age settled into the once young man’s face with him rapidly leaving his 20s for his 30s, then 40s. More and more age settling in with deep laugh lines etching around his mouth and various wrinkles forming to continue doing away with what smoothness his face once had. 40s would move onto 50s, eye bags would form beneath his eyes while a scar slashed into his right eye. By this point it would also seem like the new texture of his skin was more leathery than anything else. Although the aging would stop here with Cato having taken on the appearance of a man in his really late-50s.
Of course this would also mean the rest of his hair had to change to fit. More and more brightness continued to fade from it all as a wave of black overtook each and every follicle. Furthermore there had even been faint streaks of gray running through his hair and beard as well, seemingly added during the rapid progression of age. As this occurred the stylization of his hair seemed to shift heavily. While it retained its thickness, the messy and unkempt spikiness of it was dispelled. Instead it would all comb into a much neater, straighter, swept-back style. One that accentuated a more professional appearance in the man than what he had before.
“Fuckin’ hell-” the now much-older man yelled in frustration. His physical transformation had slipped his mind at this point as the mental components were reaching a level of prominence that were noticeable. That level of anger that was practically uncharacteristic for Cato was enveloping him as his brain wallowed in conflict that he couldn't just casually ignore. Everything was becoming so contradictory.
His brain was just being overridden with thoughts and memories and desires that weren't his. And in truth he couldn't even tell what he was anymore! His mind tried in futility to hold onto the portions of identity that were the self that came in here, but the longer that damned orb continued to keep its misty tendrils on him the more things continued to slip. The menacing, brutal anger and frustration overtook his former, calmer personality. Niceties were melted down into a distinct lack of care and understanding for anyone but himself. In general it would seem like he was experiencing a corruption of greed and an attainment of a lust for power in mere seconds. It was overwhelming.
So all the man could do was groan again before saying, “Get out of my head!” It's questionable which part of himself was urging the other to leave though. There was too much of an imbalance in his mentality, one that was rapidly being corrected by the magic of the green crystal. And considering that rising temperament and arrogance it was already clear which of the two dueling personalities was winning…
The effect of the transformation still hadn't come to an end physically however. His clothes were still ill-fitting for someone of his position and that was something that had to be corrected. Splotches of black rapidly enveloped the cyan of his undershirt as the material seemed to thicken just a bit. As this occurred a split seemed to form in the middle of it as fastened buttons materialized up and down the middle of the clothing article. All the while the sleeves seemed to lengthen to cover the entirety of both arms. There had also been the shirt’s neck that grew as well, rising upwards around his own neck before folding downwards to create a shirt collar. The t-shirt had seemingly morphed into a dress shirt. A change in formality that was accentuated by the manifestation of a red tie that snaked beneath the collar.
Similar shifts had occurred in his jeans and boots. The blue denim shifted drastically as black washed into it as well, the hard material restructuring into a material more fitting for formalwear. Rips and tears would easily fix themselves as well while their size increased to fit the man’s wider stance and thicker legs. So much so that the muscularity would no longer be prominent through the material. Meanwhile the rough texture of his boots smoothed over, brown shifting into black as a sleek leather look overtook them. Yet again would the strange effect of the crystal also end up fixing and refitting his footwear while also causing the strings to sink into the material to be replaced by new ones on the growing top line.
All of these changes in clothing paled in comparison to the part of his attire that ended up undergoing the most drastic transformation though… his flannel. Red patterning rapidly faded as a dark green completely enveloped it all. Rips and tears and improper sizing were all fixed in mere moments as the once soft material thickened and practically roughened a bit. The shirt’s split moved closer to the middle of his body, seemingly ready to refasten itself, meanwhile the hem of his shirt steadily inched downwards bit by bit. The cuffs of both sleeves lengthened a bit as yellow accents circled the end of them, alongside the formation of three golden cufflinks on each sleeve. The collar of his flannel seemed to lengthen by just enough that it could graze his face, meanwhile the shirt’s split folded a bit to gain a lapel. The rightward segment of the split also seemed to gain a thick yellow accent that had a series of black buttons lining it in two columns. These allowed it to fasten itself over the leftward segment. Although both segments seemed to gain belt-like additions that could also be fastened to these buttons but seemed to remain not. Although an actual belt seemed to material over the shifting attire and around his waist. It was made of black leather and buckled with a golden diamond-shaped buckle. The hem of his ‘shirt’ continued to lengthen beneath the belt, rapidly doing so until it was just short of his thighs. It would seem his flannel shirt had fully morphed into a military tunic.
With his clothing shifted, the physical aspect of his changes came to an end. And considering the fact the blue coloration of his eyes was rapidly shifting to a brown it would seem the mental aspects had been slowing down as well. The once foreign thoughts were rapidly becoming a mainstay as what was his former self was being pushed out by this new identity. Memories and confirmations of who he is now overlayed, if not almost fully replacing, what existed of his old life.
His grunts and groans slowed as his frustrated holding of the sides of his head ended. Both hands slipped down to his sides as he blinked. The man, Heidegger, let out a deep sigh, then let out a hearty laugh. “GYAHAHA!! That was quite the scuffle!”
His gaze then went down to the green orb on the floor. Bending down, he picked it up and analyzed it. “Didn't know Materia could do somethin’ like that. Impressive…”
“So I take it you won out over that man, Heidegger?”
Heidegger stood back up and turned towards the source of the voice. Coming out of a door at the room’s back was President Shinra, with Scarlet arriving not long after.
“Yup,” Heidegger idly bounced the ball of Transform materia in his hand. “Rather easy too, despite him putting up a bit of resistance.”
“They always seem to,” the President responded as he took his seat again. “Of course those with weaker wills succumb to the influence of that materia one way or another. Speaking of, hand it over. I don't need you breaking our one way to reform this company.”
Heidegger rolled his eyes before placing the orb on the table and nudging it towards the company president. “Reform the company, eh?”
Shinra nodded. “Exactly. Since my arrival here I've made it paramount to re-establish the Shinra Power Company, alongside our respective positions in the social hierarchy.”
“Interesting,” Heidegger smirked. His heavy footsteps could be heard as he made his way to the one unoccupied seat closest to the president, which had also been the one positioned opposite to Scarlet. Although he had purposely been ignoring her this whole time-
“Well, you know with how loyal I am to you that I'd be very happy to help with this endeavor,” Heidegger eyed Shinra with a cruel smile. Part of him was already hoping that they'd be able to reform Shinra’s military sect. Doing so might even make procuring victims relatively easier.
First and foremost, poolguards are a species created and owned by Deadringer.Art. The reference page for them can be found here.
So this was a TF I've actually been wanting to write for a good few months now. Poolguards are a really intriguing species and the amount of information I could gather from the reference images and stuff Deadringer had uploaded felt like enough for me to do a proper write out of one. Especially since the mention that air was a nanite transmission system meant that I could finally settle on an easy trigger that became the compressed air one. Although I still feel like there may be a few inaccuracies here or there, but I tried to make this story align as properly to the concepts Deadringer has built as I can. Even if a lot of things are just little references and stuff.
Also, funny thing, this is the first time I've written any kind of inflatable TF! Had to look up what a pooltoy nozzle was called once and Wikipedia gave me "oral inflation valve". This isn't related to the previous paragraph at all I just thought it would be funny to share.
Many of the poolguards featured at the end of this story are actual ones owned by a few of my close friends! None of them have Tumblr accounts though.
Story is rated Mature for bulge growth mentions.
The sweltering summer heat encompassed Mike’s form as he made his way across the vast beach. Stray beads of sweat dribbled down the young man’s head and the warm air lapped at the skin of his arms thanks to the short sleeves of his button-up. Adding to the mild levels of uncomfortableness he was experiencing he could feel sand in his shoes. At least it was relatively early in the day so not many people were around, much less near where Mike was making his way towards.
As he walked he gave his phone a cursory glance, one of many he's had since he got here. He had constantly been looking back at an e-mail he had received regarding an application he had sent in a short while back for a voluntary lifeguard position. It was a rather unorthodox choice for Mike seeing as he was generally not the most into outdoor activities or interaction with others on a frequent basis. But also he knew he had to work on his people skills some more and this felt like a good way to do so. Plus it came with free on the job training!
As for the e-mail he received it was fairly standard, even if it was entirely in lowercase. Mainly just an indicator that he had been accepted for the position and that he started on what is now the current date. He was also given the location of the employee specific beachside changing booth, which was why he was checking his phone so often. Although in truth that didn't help much since the stretch of sand-covered land looked the same everywhere. But hey, he was starting to see a row of wooden-lookings off in the distance, so that meant he had to be closing in on it.
Mike’s pace quickened by just a little bit, the young man casually wiping his forehead of some sweat as he did so. “Glad that e-mail said they'll be giving me something different to wear. The sand in my shoes is starting to kill me actually… actually wait, will I have to go barefoot for this-”
It didn't take very long for him to arrive at the row of changing rooms, Mike having spent the minute or so of his walk dwelling on stray thoughts and concerns about his future job. Once he had gotten there however he was surprised to find a severe lack of other lifeguards around, alongside noting a massive tower of some kind that was roughly thirty or so yards away. He didn't focus on the tower much though as he was thinking that even the head lifeguard should be somewhere nearby to greet him, especially if this was where the employees usually hung around.
“Maybe I'm early?” Mike reasoned, glancing at his phone yet again to confirm which booth his stuff should be in. He nervously followed that statement with a concerned, “Or maybe I'm late…”
The hinges of the wooden booth’s creaked as Mike opened it. The insides of it was basically what you'd expect from a beach changing room. Wooden, rectangular, a raised portion in the back of it that presumably functioned as a seat, plus a metallic bar screwed to the leftward wall to hold for balancing. Atop the seating block was an open cardboard box with Mike’s name written on it.
“These things are not claustrophobia-friendly,” Mike joked to himself as he fully stepped into the booth. He listened to the door behind him creak shut, the room now illuminated by sunlight pouring through a rectangular slit that was situated high above the apex of the door.
The relatively small size of the changing booth meant that the contents of the cardboard box was spoiled to Mike in just a few seconds. Although it would be more accurate to say there was a lack of contents within the container since it only had a single object in it.
“Hm?” Mike outstretched a hand to pick up the item and bring it up towards him. It was a pure white metallic cylinder, the material of it warmed by the summer heat. Turning it around also revealed the actual contents of said cylinder, the wording seemingly hand-drawn. “Poolguard-Grade Compressed Air…?”
And beneath that was just a simple sentence that said, ‘Apply any amount anywhere.’
“Uhh, what is… huh??”
Mike was confused to say the least. He knew was going to be provided with some kind of job package, but this was not on his list of expectations. He was expecting sunscreen, some kind of uniform, maybe a pair of sandals. Perhaps even a booklet that went over some basics he'd need to know before training. Nowhere in his mind could he fully grasp why a canister of compressed air would be useful for a job like this.
“This is so weird- and apply it??”
The more irrational side of his brain wanted to say that this was some kind of special waterproofing or something. But such a prospect was an absurd thought even for him. Especially since, again, he wasn't given anything else!
Mike let out a sigh as be came up with one last potential answer. “Maybe this is just some kind of stupid prank.”
He wasn't sure if he should be happy or annoyed about the prospect of signing up to work alongside a bunch of beach bros if that's the case. It could go either way depending on their personalities he presumed. Although the prospect of being surrounded by a bunch of beefy guys…
He shook his head. “You haven't even met them yet you shouldn't be… augh, whatever. If it's a prank I guess there'd be no harm in spraying some on me for fun or something.”
Mike stared at the can for another few seconds. “Maybe make it a, ‘haha, you got me,’ moment!” He then started to shake it, mainly as a force of habit with him and containers. “Cement myself as a fun guy. Yeah, that could work!”
After a few seconds of shaking and talking to himself, Mike was finally ready to apply air to his body. He slipped the canister down in his hand so he could position a finger over the trigger of it. Then, with only a moment of hesitation, he pulled it.
The feeling that ensued was… just that of having some air blow over the skin of his arm. That was it really. No ‘surprise it was something else entirely’ or anything like that. It was quite literally just compressed air.
“...does feel kind of nice though,” he admitted, continuing to spray air up and down his arm and hand just to feel the very small breeze the nozzle created. After a few seconds of doing it to his right arm he switched hands the canister was in so he could spray his left one as well, all just to balance the sensation of it. “Man this looks stupid, eheh.”
Another more few seconds passed before he finally lost the sensory enjoyment of spraying air on his body. That and he was starting to realize his finger was feeling a little stiff. It was an odd feeling since he was only holding the trigger for roughly ten seconds, but he still decided this was body telling him that he should probably stop. However the stiffness didn't end even after he put the canister down. If anything it felt like a majority of his fingers on both hands were being filled with this sensation.
Curious why he was feeling such a thing, Mike looked down at his hands. Once he did so he would begin to bear witness to something very, very strange. “Jeez, what the hell is going… on… uhh…”
In that instant Mike was granted the sight of the fingers on both hands swelling. Each digit seemed to just grow thicker in front of his very eyes. That hadn't even been the only thing that happened to them either as the wider each finger became, the smaller the gaps between them got. And the smaller the gaps got, the more his fingers pressed up to each other. They had practically been squeezing into each other as four fingers on each hand (the thumb not being included) had seemingly merged with each other.
Once the merging had commenced it was becoming evident to him that something else was happening as well. A different shade of color was entering into his skin, his typically ivory-leaning pigmentation rapidly shifting to a more tanned appearance. All the while it seemed as if his flesh was altering by rapidly smoothing over. The texture of it was heavily altering beyond what could be considered skin anymore. This would be further accentuated by the fact the only indicator his mitts had ever had separate fingers were a series of lines that ran down the upper portion of them.
Many of these changes were running down the rest of his hands as well. Tan and texture enveloping as his palms bloated up more and more. This had seemed to cause some kind of increase in length and width within each hand, alongside by certain thickness. This was also when Mike finally took notice of a rapidly budding hollowness within his hands as they continued to lose their fleshy appearance. This was coinciding with the fact that the more his changes seemed to go prominent the more it seemed as if they were inflating more than swelling. Something proven by the way his thumb finally fattened up and altered to fit the rest of these massive mittens he now called hands. Just inflating to become a massive tanned sausage of a digit, gaining somewhat of a roundness as it did so.
“W-what happened to my hands!?” Mike exclaimed out of shock and concern. He held out an arm and backed up a little bit before bumping into the door. “They’re huge, a-and it's-” he used the other hand to just rub the outstretched one, “...made of plastic?”
He wasn't sure if that would be correct really. Barring the fact he was surprised he still had a sense of touch, the actual texture of them felt more akin to that of a pooltoy. A smooth, plasticky vinyl texture if he wanted to try and take a stab at describing it. Although he didn't have much time to focus on that as his peripherals caught on to the sight of his arms beginning to thicken up.
“Crap, it's spreading-”
In truth this spread was happening to a rather lengthy segment of both arms. Every spot where the skin was exposed was swelling up as the tone of it all yet again took on the same tan his hands had. The weirder part was despite the complete smoothness his arms were taking on, the effects of inflation had a certain appearance it seemed to be attempting to emulate. This was a bit more tangible on his forearms, their skinniness subsiding rapidly as they got consumed by a bloating that was almost akin to a spontaneous growth in muscle. A presentation that was so thick and bulky, and yet it had a sensation of being relatively light in weight. He had also taken note of a series of lines etching on the new materials of his arms. There were four lines, and all of them had varying lengths. They also had a clean painted linearity that was rather similar to the makeshift finger dividers on his hands. Although the lines on his forearms looked like some attempt at mimicking arm hair more than anything.
As for the rest of his arms…
The jointedness of his elbows was something that remained constant. Even as the nigh-emptiness filled the region and the skin got transmogrified into something clearly inorganic. Meanwhile the alterations in his upper arms had been mimicking that of the limb’s lower half. In this case however it would seem the changes were not just constrained to the exposed parts of himself. This was proven by the fact that as both areas inflated it was very rapidly filling out the short sleeves of his shirt. The shifting skin pressed up tight against the white fabric, and said fabric was smoothed out before promptly getting tighter over his arms.
Mike got clued into this rather quickly, his attention diverting to witness his shirt’s sleeves attempt to contain his swelling form. He could already tell it was going to be futile, though. The diameter of both arms was increasing well beyond the capacity of what his sleeves could contain. Especially with how much his shoulders were broadening from this transformation, which was causing even more stress on the material of his shirt. It only took just a few seconds after his sleeves had initially filled before splits and tearing ran vertically and horizontally across each one. They could just no longer contain his now ‘beefier’ arms.
Mike let out a panicked squeak at the sound of his shirt tearing. The sight of his tanned ‘skin’ swelling through it was not necessarily pleasant for him. Especially since he was trying to register some way to potentially end the transformation. The rate of change was rather quick for him though, and he could already feel an odd pressure in his chest as the front of his shirt began rising.
“Fuckin’-” his voice cracked for a second, followed by a cough to clear it. “What was in that canister!?”
He took a step away from the door with the intent to inspect the compressed air can again, but a sudden dizziness caused him to quickly lose balance and stumble forward a bit. He managed to take hold of the metal beam on the booth’s side before he had the chance to slam his head onto the sitting box though. “Damn it- A-at least I still have flexibility in my hands…” He glanced at the one holding the bar, then looked away and at the floor after realizing how weird the mitt looked curled around it.
Looking at the floor made him realize two things though. One of those things was that his chest was bigger to the point the buttons of his shirt were beginning to strain in their eyelets. The other thing was…
“Is the floor gettin’-” another cough. “-farther? A-and did my voice… ugh, what's happening to me!?”
Evidently, a lot was happening! Especially since the transformation jumping to his torso was also proving to have some interesting effects on his body. Even if there wasn't too much that was different about the execution of the changes.
This was evident with what had been going on with his chest. The region was inflating in the same manner as to how everything else had been, swelling larger and pushing what had once been his pectorals forward with each passing second. The smoothness remained all-compassing as whatever cleavage Mike could've had was filled as his internals hollowed out and filled with something that continued his form’s constant inflation. However the concurrent shifting of his skin was undergoing a rather different change in comparison to what happened to his arms.
While his skin’s composition still took on the plastic-vinyl form, the coloration of it had shifted even more drastically. Instead of taking on a tan complexion it developed an unnatural bright red hue. This shade of red was quick to wash over his expanding chest, and it was easily wrapping itself around his back at the same time. Mike was even taking notice of it once his chest finally got larger enough to break two buttons off his shirt. Although the sight of it had effectively stunned him, subduing a proper reaction immediately.
His gaze just stayed fixated on his chest. More and more buttons scattered as the sides of his shirt slowly split open to reveal his smooth, red body. He had even realized that a small bump was rising from something that was beneath his shirt. This bump was positioned in the upper region of where his left pec was, and with the placket of his shirt steadily being pushed towards it by his still-inflating torso it wouldn't take too long to reveal just what it was. He just had to wait a few… more… seconds…
Then a few more seconds of stunned silence as the nature of the bump was finally revealed to him.
“…is that a pooltoy valve?”
Sitting on what had been Mike’s left pec was indeed the plastic, white, called nozzle of a pooltoy valve. The weirdness didn't stop there either as a white, plus-shaped marking had seemed to form on the ‘skin’ surrounding the valve. And now that his shirt had been fully busted open and his chest was at full view he could fully see one other very noticeable to the area. Painted across his chest in bold, white lettering was a single word: ‘LIFEGUARD’.
“Bro…” he whispered beneath a breath in astonishment. He then blinked a few times in confusion at the statement, but disregarded it for the time being. Mainly because his brain was focused on the fact he was apparently becoming some weird inflatable lifeguard thing!
“I-I didn't sign up for this! Nor would I want a uniform stuck to-” a sudden cough interrupted him for a second before he continued, “-my bod, man!”
The changes still showed no sign of stopping either. He watched the floor get further away as more inches continued to pile onto his relatively short stature. He could feel the lower half of his button-up strain against his body, his torso seemingly catching up in its inflation process as well. The confirmation that his organs were being atomized into air was not exactly the most comforting of thoughts to him either as he felt that.
It was unavoidable, though. Even more buttons broke away from his shirt, the thin plastic discs hitting the floor constantly as his swelling torso destroyed what had remained of his shirt’s placket. The same red that tinged his chest enveloped the increasingly inorganic ‘skin’ of his torso. At the same time the entire region seemed to flatten, and this flatness created somewhat of an incline that led up to his chest. The most overt change came to his belly-button however as once the inflation kicked his navel just filled, in a way. The internals of it rose until it was at the same level as the rest of his torso giving it a proper consistency. This had also been accompanied by more hair loss around the region as the wave of polyvinyl rushed further down his body.
This meant the button of his jeans would begin to strain, the circumference of his waist becoming wider to fit the rest of his hefty body. However the sensations that caught Mike’s attention the most were those happening directly below the waist. Most specifically on his groin and on his rear.
This was already becoming quite tangible as a roundness had begun to formulate in the front end of his pants, and the fly of his legwear noticeably split open at the pressure this was creating. The sensation that accompanied this had forced a flush in Mike’s cheeks as he felt the nerves in his crotch get stimulated by this. It wasn't the most intense feeling though as whatever went on down there was causing a mixture of strange sensations. As if his external organs were being squished together and meshed into one, almost a similar feeling of pressure that had encompassed his hand prior. Although it only facilitated more growth as his groin became one singular object, the roundness of it furthering in prominence to such an end that the zipper initially holding his jeans shut finally snapped open. The front end of underwear still held together though, but he could already tell that he was sporting quite the bulge now.
Meanwhile his backend was changing at the exact same time. The seat of his pants was getting noticeably smoother, his rear swelling up as air got pumped into it. Rounder the region had become as well, and some kind of fusing occurred as the crack that bisected his buttocks seemed to seal itself shut. This had prompted the roundness to become singular rather than double as the two cheeks merged into one. Of course much like his frontend, his rear ended up developing a prominence on his form extremely quickly. The size of it would even cause a small rip to tear down the middle seam in his legwear alongside a mixture of pressures causing the behind of his undergarments to rip as well. This revealed more of the same red, semi-plastic material his skin had become.
“Dude, that's…” he blinked a few times. He was still flustered, a certain level of eroticism present now. He didn't want to let it become overwhelming though and there was something in his brain telling him not to. Focus on something else, anything else. “W-wait, my voice…”
It's not like he hadn't noticed it in the past few minutes. Those little bits of deepening that had been occurring little by little, the odd laid-back tone that was layering onto it, the fact he kept adding little bits of vernacular that he had never used unironically once in his life. It's just now it was finally dawning on him just how prominent it was getting. How frequent these shifts in his voice were becoming as it was practically overtaking what had been his former meek and somewhat nasally vocal pattern.
“How much of me is gonna change from this, man!?” he exclaimed in frustration. Such a tone sounded oddly out of place for the vocal cadence he was being forced to adopt. He could already sense something in his brain telling him to chill out and just let all of this pass its course. Such a notion still felt odd, but it's not like he knew any way to put this to an end.
His thoughts then broke at the sound of his pants tearing some more. Looking down again he held his leg out to inspect it. Unsurprisingly, even more inflation. It also seemed like that sensation of height gain was speeding up by just a little bit more as well. “At least I’m gettin’ taller, heh. No longer gonna be a little bro~”
For once he didn't grimace at his usage of the term bro. Although he would still end up grimacing anyway as his ears caught the sound of what seemed to be two voices approaching the booths.
“You remember which booth he said he put the new guy in?”
“Three, probably.”
Another squeak escaped Mike’s throat. Did the guy that hired him send some people to check on him? And why do their voices have the same beach bro tone that he was adopting!?
Another series of rips pierced the air of the booth. Of course the changes weren't stopping! He could practically feel the sheer nothingness enveloping the entirety of his legs the more he just stood around and talked to himself. His eyes were still fixed to his legs too, so he could see just how much his pants had filled up by the swelling in his legs. There had also been so many tears in his jeans by this point as well that it allowed him to get some kind of visuals as to what had become of his legs. The same red of his ‘uniform’ having overtaken the upper portion of his thigh. What seemed to be white markings on the outer ends of his thigh which he realized were plus-shaped as the holes grew larger in size. There seemed to be a white line that formed across the middle of his upper legs, and everywhere below that line his PVC-ified skin had gone back to the tanned tone it had on his arms. The tears over the crus of his legs got more prominent, and the bottom ends of his pants had risen up his legs quite substantially that they were now halfway up the region. This allowed him to see the series of diagonal brown lines that inked his lower legs to mimic leg hair.
“C’mon, calm yourself down, dude-”
Then came a knock on his booth’s door.
“Ey, is anyone in there?” a voice called. Deep and laid-back, eerily similar to his own although the tone was just slightly off enough to differentiate.
Another voice then spoke up. “We’re just here to pick up a new recruit-” a pause, “Mike?”
Multiple thoughts ran through Mike’s mind at an impossible to describe rate. Were these other lifeguards? Do they know this is happening to him? Would this be a good time to try and get some help from them!?
“Gimme a sec, bros!” he suddenly blurted out with a level of confidence he knew he didn't have. “Still gettin’ ready!”
A few seconds of silence from the other side of the door, then the first voice responds. “Sounds good, dude! We’ll just be waitin’ out here~”
“...isn't that a little weird to do, bro?”
“C’mon, man, someone’s gotta show ‘im the ropes!”
Mike already started to tune out their conversation from that point and began to whisper to himself, momentary panic inciting within him. “Fuckin’ hell, why did I say that!? I-I need to- aurgh…”
The hand holding the metal bar clutched it harder as the transforming man brought his other hand to the side of his hand. He was beginning to feel a bit woozy, an odd haziness steadily enveloping his mind with each passing second.
“Chillax bro, it'll be-” he started to say himself, a cool grin forming on his face for a few seconds before breaking as he stopped himself from finishing that sentence. “N-no, wait, I- fuck…”
He blinked a few times, his thoughts getting increasingly more scattered as time passed. “Why can’t I… think straight…?” A few more blinks. “Feelin’ fuckin’ weird, dude…”
All while this occurred the changes were overtaking Mike’s feet. The rapidly grew in size as air coarsed beneath the shifting skin. A tone of tan continued to cascade across the plastifying flesh as its gain in size forced it to press up against his shoes. There was a feeling of pressure in the footwear as it did so, both shoes trying to contain his inflating feet. This had resulted in them bulging out in all directions. Notably was the bulge in his toecap, which was shifting from five bumps to three to one rather quickly. This was mainly due to the fact that as his toes bloated up they had merged in a similar manner as his fingers had earlier. This had even included a series of lines where the toe divisions had once been.
The weirdest part of his feet’s changes, however, was what happened in his soles. The bottom of his feet puffed out as a bright red overtook them alongside a series of thin lines that ran horizontal etching across them. This was accompanied by a bold black line running across the top of his feet. Particularly at the border between his toes and foot bridge, only seeming to break its straightness to create a notch in between the border of his big and index toes. By this point his shoes could no longer hold his much larger feet. Black cloth broke apart to reveal the now thick, perma-sandaled extremities, which had also put an end to the transformation on the lower half of his body.
Meanwhile the changes were finally rising upwards and inching up his neck. Tanned PVC overtaking everything and the diameter widening thanks to the air that practically spilled out his now non-existent respiratory tract. His new neck size had clashed with the choker that Mike had usually worn, the leather band straining to keep itself strapped to it. Unfortunately since the neck accessory was only held by a simple buckle it wasn't that hard for it to just snap from all of the pressure. Once it did so, the sound of the choker clattering to the ground had simply just echoed through the booth.
Mike seemed to not have noticed though. The fog in his brain had basically overwhelmed his mental state to the point his thoughts just constantly slipped from his grasp the moment they materialized. Or, more accurately, the thoughts that had leaned more towards associating with Mike. The ones that did remain were thoughts that had been extremely different from his usual ones. Most notably those heavily associated with that lifeguard job he signed up for. Although whatever was happening to his mind was scrubbing away the fact he even signed up for this job. This was coupled with the knowledge needed for this profession being dumped into his brain as well to a nigh-professional proficiency.
“Uurgh, why’s it feelin’ like I was made for this now? I thought I… uh…”
He continued to hold the side of his head in confusion. It was the one part of his body that seemed unchanged to any degree, still containing the human visage that was Mike. Then the changes in his skin started to creep onto the sides of his face. Layer onto his cheeks, beneath and onto his jaw, everywhere.
The transformation enveloping his head was perhaps the weirdest segment of the entire series of bodily shifts. It did increase a bit in size to be more in-proportion with his larger size, and as the PVC took it over it seemed to take on a new shape. His jawline managed to chisel itself out a bit, angles reshaping under the material to become more square-like in appearance. Meanwhile the actual shape of his head seemed to lose some level of human-like definition as the structure seemed to completely smooth over. This had the most prominence with the appearance of his face from the front, it becoming increasingly more straight at the sides which gave it a more rectangular look.
What had been the strangest of the changes was how it all affected his actual facial features. When everything had been smoothed over by his shifting skin, that included just about everything on his face. Polyvinyl cascaded over his mouth, the once open orifice getting replaced with a perfectly painted mouth that somehow managed to retain the expressiveness of his formerly organic one. A tan enveloped his nose as it practically shrunk—flattened—right into his face, only leaving an outline of a nose in its wake. His ears protruded prominently out the sides of his head as they inflated with the air that was rapidly filling his whole head. What had happened to his mouth had also happened to his eyes, painted PVC overwriting them to make them large circular additions to his flat face.
Then there was the last of his hair. It was already obvious that it was going to become artificial, especially considering the various lines of alternating length drawing themselves onto his jawline in an attempt to emulate stubble. The hairs of his eyebrows practically sunk into the new material of his ‘skin’, brown fuzz becoming black ink with ease while they maintained some level of thickness. There were also the thin sideburns that inked onto the sides of his head.
Meanwhile, the actual hair that adorned his scalp was more properly assimilated into the new material of his form. His hair lost its prominent fluffiness as well as all the follicles got properly merged into the PVC. Coloration was severely shifting, brown tone being almost completely overtaken by a blonde one. Although the areas that closely bordered his ‘skin’ retained their brownness. It also seemed like his hair lost the initial style it had previously possessed, the thick mess seeming to be forced into a strange attempt to replicate a more swept-back style. This had resulted in it taking on the same flat smoothness the rest of his body had, with one exception being on the back of his head over his neck’s nape where instead a few brown bumps inflated in an attempt to at least try and retain some level of his hair’s previous fluffiness. There had also been a single clump of hair that curled over his forehead which would end up getting rapidly inflated. This caused it to obtain a more balloony appearance, transforming into quite the thick attempt at recreating the hair curl with PVC.
And all while his head morphed, his mind had been altering alongside it. The constant amount of air surrounding, replacing his brain was doing a number on his thought process. And that number was probably zero for the amount of brain cells he was about to have…
“I was panickin’ over somethin’, right?” he muttered. “Can't remember what though, man…”
So much concern and worry was just being washed away and replaced with a calmer mindset. A calmer personality even as all that reserved neuroticism that he had once possessed was dispelled into nothing but the air in his body. Instead it had been replaced with a loud, confident extroversion that completely contrasted who he had been before.
Then there came another knock at the door. “Doin’ alright in there, Mike-bro?”
“Mike…?” the sentient inflatable repeated. His identity felt just as scattered as everything else had been, but something about that name just felt off to him. Incorrect.
He was prompted to try and piece together something at that moment. All his mind could properly revolve around was an overwhelming duty towards his job as a lifeguard. There was a sensation of that being his only purpose in his life now. His personality was modeled around it, his very identity was modeled around it. The air in his head could only really register a mindset of a beach bro with a goal to help others. That was all it seemed to have in there, anything that existed prior having effectively been dispersed into the nitrogen and oxygen that composed of his insides. He was a poolguard after all!
And the moment he came to that conclusion was the moment he turned around to open the door. A cool, confident grin was plastered on his flat face as he hung out the doorway. “The name’s Mick, broskis!”
Outside the door of the newly minted poolguard's booth had been two other poolguards. Right outside of it was one wearing orange-tinted sunglasses that barely concealed that fact they were missing an eye, alongside possessing thick ‘hair’ whose blondeness faded into a deep purple. Meanwhile a few feet away and standing on the beach was one with noticeably blue irises and hair inflated in such a manner that it mimicked a manbun.
“Ey, this bro turned out to be quite the cutie, Preston!” the purple and blonde haired one exclaimed.
The manbunned one, Preston, seemed to nod in agreement. “Can't disagree with you there, Austin-dude.”
Austin let out a low chuckle. “So you're the newbie we've been sent to bring in?”
Mick stared into Austin’s eyes (or well, crossmark and eye) for a few seconds. He can't remember shit right now, so... “I think so, bro!”
“Well then why don’t’cha get your butt outta there?” Austin rhetorically asked, his smile having that same chill aura as Mick’s. He then continued to speak as he stepped away from the threshold of the booth. “Gotta bring you up to the tower to get some photos of ya’!”
Mick walked forward, his PVC sandals leaving the wood of the changing room and stepping into the beach’s sand. “Sounds great, dudes! Mind showin’ me around as well?” He then let out an oddly relaxed laugh. “No matter how hard I think I just can't remember anything!”
“Of course, bro!” Austin agreed as he slung his arm around Mick to pull the other towards him. “We’ve all been there! That's why we were sent here to getcha~”
Mick nodded. “Dope!”
Austin led Mick away from the booth and towards the tower that was positioned at the furthest end of the beach. Preston was about to follow, but noticed something on the floor of the now open changing booth. He stepped up to the structure and stretched out a hand to pick up the object. “Ey, Mick!” he yelled, “This thing yours, bro?”
Mick and Austin stopped to turn to look at Preston. Mick specifically squinted in order to see what Preston was holding. It was some kind of collar thing with a gold buckle and a red jewel dangling from a ring on that buckle.
Mick had probably spent a good thirty seconds just staring at the object as it glistened in the late morning sun. But no matter how long he stared at it he just couldn't dredge up any sense of familiarity or attachment to it. “Heck if I know, dude. Thing looks nothin’ like anything I've seen!”
Preston nodded. “A’ight, a’ight,” he then gently threw the collar thing into the box that was already in the booth. “Another dude’ll get it,” he said to himself before turning to join Mick and Austin in their trek to the tower.
It had only been a three minute walk from the changing booths to the towering structure that had resided at the beach’s end. The short trek was filled with a surprising amount of conversation between the three poolguards as Austin and Preston gave Mick the rundown of his job here at this beach. Not that the newly minted guard didn't have the knowledge for the position, but he sure was oblivious in regards to the overall area. At least for the time being.
“-most of the beach’s visitors are on the other end,” Austin explained to an eager-looking Mick. “And we’ll introduce you to some of your fellow bros soon- some of which are over there!”
Standing a few feet outside the tower entrance were two more conversing poolguards. One’s hair was inflated to appear like a mohawk which also seemed to have noticeably green highlights at its base. The other was wearing a normal pair of glasses, his hair somewhat spiked with a noticeably higher amount of brown than blonde in its coloration.
The trio walked up to the duo, Preston being the first one to walk up to them and speak. “Hope you two aren’t slacking off, dudes,” he stated, an uncharacteristically authoritative tone in his voice.
A momentary pause filled the air as the three looked at each other, then it was shattered as they all laughed. “Like you'd care about that, dude,” the mohawked one retorted.
“Yeah, you're right!” Preston replied with a smile. He backed up to regroup with the other two.
Austin then brought Mick forward. “Brock, Gabe, say hello to today’s newbie!”
Mick then calmly waved. “Hey broskis.”
The green and blonde haired one, Brock, walked forward to also stand beside Mick while stretching an arm to clasp his shoulder. Meanwhile the bespectacled one, Gabe, just waved back.
“Wasn't aware we were gettin’ a new guy!” Brock exclaimed, casually flicking his gaze up and down Mick’s form. “Man, now I won't be the only one with a forehead curl.”
“Preston’s right there, Brock, you never were the only one with that,” Gabe pointed out.
“Yeah, but look at how thick the new guy’s is!” Brock playfully flicked Mick’s hair curl with a thumb.
“I'm a little surprised it doesn't just go over my eye, heh,” Mick remarked.
“That would be Austin’s thing,” Preston said, eyeing the poolguard in question.
“Bro’s doesn't bend over that far either,” Gabe corrected.
Austin rolled his eye. “I'm tryin’, dudes!”
The five of them laughed in unison at their riffing before Mick steered everything on track again. “Austin said I had to get some pics taken or somethin’.”
“Yeah, Mick here needs to get an ID!” Austin said, lightly squeezing Mick’s side as he spoke.
Brock unhanded Mick and started to speak while walking back towards Gabe. “Our bro Gabe here should be able to handle all that stuff!”
“Yup!” Gabe nodded affirmatively. “Just need an ID, a whistle, and you'll be good to go, bro!”
Mick beamed. “Awesome! Thanks a ton, dudes!”
Mick’s excitement was quite insurmountable. He may not have known fully who he was or how he got here, but he did know one thing. He's got his bros and he's got his job! That's all that mattered to him, and that's all he feels like should matter.
I wrote an alt for a story for once!
I've actually tried handling story alts before but they never really went well because I lost all motivation to complete the second iteration, so I just uploaded the first one and called it a day. Really proud of myself for finishing an alt though! Especially since I think I might like this one a bit more than the original! But they both are good stories either way. Also yes there's a little bit of copying and pasting in terms of descriptions and stuff, but I think despite that this story being a whole 1k words longer than the other must testify to something that should make the few moments of copying and pasting a non-issue.
One of the more prominent constants when it came to Madison's daily trips to her college campus were her visits to the cafeteria's drink vending machines after lunch. And more often than not she'd buy the exact same thing from the machine's array of beverages. For the most part she tended to orient herself more towards the carbonated side of things when it came to drinks. Well that and the moment she learned about fruit punch-flavored soda all other flavors were thrown out the window in preference for that one. So with all things considered her trips to the vending machine were short, simplistic, and unchanging.
That was until today anyway. The one time Madison forgot to order from the machine prior to lunch she ends up having to experience the disappointment of realizing that what you want is no longer in stock. Not the worst experience of course, but definitely a bit of a let down. Despite all of that however, a part of her still insisted on ordering something from the vending machine. But between the rather disinteresting menagerie of soda flavors and the rather bland selection of Gatorade flavors it was evident that this might not occur. At least until her eyes landed on a small selection of beverages in the furthest corner of the machine.
The selection in question was a set of four drinks all under the same labeling: Yoyogi Protein. Evidently a quartet of protein drinks that all came in fruity flavors. Passionfruit, coconut, chokecherry, and pineapple. A rather interesting selection of drinks, but she's never really been all that into protein drinks. Then again it did come in passionfruit which was another fruit flavor she was particularly fond of. And considering she still has the taste for something fruity…
Shrugging, she made up her mind and set up her order with the vending machine. A satisfying thunk could be heard as the bottle was pushed forward off the conveyor and into the machine’s pick-up box. She then retrieved her drink from the pick-up box before making her way out of the cafeteria.
As Madison continued her trek down the hallway she internally makes plans to find a nice seat on one of the hallway benches and kill this last half-hour before her next class. She would've preferred to head up to the campus' library to try and get some work done prior to that but considering the place's strict anti-consumable rules that was out of the question for the time being. Then again she didn't really mind sitting in the hallway for a bit. It just meant she could cycle through the social media sites she uses in silence (save for the people who use the elevator next to where she usually sits).
A few more steps and a turn would lead her to her favorite bench to sit on. Placing her backpack beside her she took a seat and leaned onto the wall before unscrewing the bottle. However before she fully removed it she brought the beverage up to eye level with her to inspect it. The liquid within it looked to be particularly thick as it sloshed around in its plastic confines. It did have a pleasant deep purple coloration to it though. She wasn't really sure what she was expecting from it though. She ended her inspection there and unscrewed the cap fully before promptly bringing the bottle to her mouth and starting her consumption of the protein drink.
…yup, the fluid definitely feels very thick in the mouth. Seemed to taste rather tart and floral as well. Definitely like how she was used to passionfruit tasting. Still not her most favorite type of drink though, but she didn't particularly dislike it. It could always work as a good back-up if she ever were to forget to order her soda again.
With those thoughts in her mind Madison continued drinking, the woman blissfully unaware of the changes starting to form on her body as she did. It was rather isolated at first. The fingers on both hands slowly got thicker, ends and nails getting more blunt with each passing second. This evidently continued as her fingers continued to grow in thickness with a similar shift in size quickly jumping to the hands themselves. A firm meatiness steadily accumulating within each hand; larger, bulkier, seemingly more powerful in appearance. At some point they just looked blocky in appearance, almost seemingly more masculine.
A low heat started to arise as the changes steadily moved upwards, going beyond her wrists and beneath the sleeves of her sweater. Her musculature was getting heavily affected by this, strength building up in both limbs as the thickness continued to increase in prominence. The slender appearance her arms usually possessed we getting replaced easily, muscle mass constantly being accrued and granting them a look and size that just emanated strength and power. It wasn't long until the sleeves of her sweater began filling out, the outlines of her muscles etching into the fabric.
This wasn't the only change in her physicality however. Despite the warmth that had budded within her, Madison was also experiencing slight chills in the region that was being changed. They were only minor temperature shifts at first but with each one she experienced a sliver of her skin darkened, hardened into scar tissue. One scar on the back of her left hand, one on the back of her right, another set on her forearms, one long one on her left elbow. It was just scars of varying sizes just constantly forming on the already changed portions of her arm, and this would only continue as the shifts in her body progressed. Although for now it would all be hidden beneath the sleeves of her sweater.
Despite the small chills, her muscles and arms continued to remain warm. Every so often she'd get a feeling of a freezing slash across one of her biceps or shoulders, but it would instantly be displaced by the heat of her muscles growing. Especially since by this point some of the more major muscle groups had gotten their almost instant workout with her biceps and triceps bulking up in unity. The broadness of Madison's shoulders increased drastically as the deltoid muscles developed and rounded out even more. By this point the almost fragile seaming of her sweater began to break, tears splitting open around her much thicker upper arms and revealing the newly rigid and strength-filled muscles of her limbs.
The sudden sounds of tearing finally alerted her to the changes. Madison stopped drinking the protein drink (which at this point still was around 65% full) and looked over to inspect the sound's source. Her eyes widened. "Wh-huh…? What happened to my arm?? Why is it so… muscular…?"
Her gaze trailed downwards, the woman inspecting one arm up until she laid eyes on her hands and finally took note of the scars as well. "Scars too?? How long have they been like that!? W-wait-"
Her gaze then drifted over to the protein drink bottle in her hand. No, there's no way something like that could have magically given her this kind of muscle mass, right? Right??
All of this made a part of her want to panic, and yet something else about this still intrigued her. She placed the bottle of the suspicious beverage beside her, then outstretched her hand. Staring at the way the muscles were outlined in the fabric of her sweater, straining against the sleeve of it. Out of curiosity she gave her arm a good flex and watched as some more tears formed in the sleeve. It was a little uncanny, yet the raw strength that coursed through her felt oddly appealing!
Madison's train of thought then broke as she felt another bout of cold enter her body, the woman momentarily shivering at the sudden temperature shift. "Urgh- can't tell if that's the temperature or-" she coughed at the sudden feeling of her voice crack in her through, "-or my bodily changes…"
Leaning forward a bit, Madison could feel the transformation to move beyond her shoulders. Her chest just beginning to heat up, core almost burning as she felt the changes rush to her torso.
The overall width of Madison's frame was probably the next thing to start changing, her form broadening out and shifting to dispel her usually skinny figure more. This type of change got more prominent as her chest became the next part of her body to get altered. A feeling of a cold squeeze entered her chest, breasts feeling like they were getting flattened by this strange pressure. The fatty tissue within them was steadily melting away causing her chest to flatten more and more by the second. As it did so the muscles beneath them began to grow, swelling out rapidly to the point it would almost appear that her breasts hardened into thick slabs of pectorals. These newly developed muscles would quickly grow a little bit more, but not large enough that they were the size of someone more oriented towards constant workouts. If anything they looked more like those of a strong athlete granting her some great upper body strength. This then came with another cold slash on the upper corner of her right pectoral which granted her a small X-shaped scar.
She then felt a sudden cold-feeling punch into her gut followed by an intense cramping in her abdominal region. "A-argh! That… that-" she grunted as she felt her throat crack again, voice seeming to deepen for a moment. "What the heck was in that protein drink, man…"
Madison tried to disregard the sound of her voice… or the fact that her thought pattern translated that comment less as 'that drink is the catalyst of my transformation' and more 'did that drink shoot straight through my body?' That very thought seemed to cause a light haze to enter her mind with thoughts steadily becoming a little bit harder. Curiosity faded to confusion as she started to wonder just what these changes were entailing now. And in truth she was starting to feel like she was forgetting a few things…
Nonetheless she didn't enjoy the feeling of her gut churning around, nor did she like the increasingly heightened prospect of someone walking by and seeing her. With those worries in mind she stood up, used an arm to support her cramping abdomen, and started to make her way to the bathroom nearby.
With major changes ensuing in her abdomen it wasn't too long until it too underwent noticeable physical changes. As it churned the skin began to bubble almost as abdominal muscles steadily rose from her skin. They slotted out almost sequentially with row after row extending out until she had been granted a six-pack set of abs. However much like her pectorals, her abdominal muscles were not bodybuilder peak in size and appeared much more modest and oriented towards athletics. Alongside this it would seem a little bit of fat accumulated around the region as well to slightly fill out the area, just barely giving some smoothness to her abdomen. There was also some burning to her sides as her oblique muscles developed a little more, the intense heat being subsided by more scar-forming cold slashes. By the time her abdomen was finished changing she reached the bathroom that was luckily unoccupied. Rushing in there she locked the door before heading to the mirror. It would seem she didn't notice that she had subconsciously rushed into the men's room though…
Staring at herself in the mirror she came to the slow realization of just how large she had become. Evidently she had gotten quite wider and she was definitely a bit taller. Both of these facts were why her sweater felt so ill-fitting horizontal and why the hem of it was rising up her belly. And there still seemed to be a prominent feel of decompression in the woman's spine as that seemed to still be growing a bit.
But all of her analysation of herself was broken in an instant as she felt something freezing pierce through the haze of her brain and straight into it. She stepped back with a grunt, holding her head in her massive hands while squeezing her eyes shut. Thankfully though the surge of pain subsided almost as quickly as it arrived, but it resulted in something weirder than the transformation itself.
Her right eye's iris had been shocked into a bright crimson, and through that eye she could see what looked to be a quartet of weird see-through ghost-like figures clinging onto her back. They had a strange shape to them, looking to be almost spherical in shape with their body predominately being composed of a single large eye, all while their limbs had been wrapped around her arms and torso for who knows how long.
A single term ran through her head once she saw them: Legion. And something about hearing that term echo through her fogged up mind had prevented her from panicking. She knew these creatures. They were… some of familiar, maybe? She wasn't quite sure. She just knew they weren't a harm to her…
"Eheh, you guys look pretty cute!" she said with a smile. The compliment seemed to elicit a positive reaction from a few of the Legion, their eyelids closing in such a way that they looked happy. In a way it made her happy too, so much so that she decided not to dwell on the fact her voice had changed even more. Getting deeper with a tone that carried a level of youthful awkwardness to it.
Curious again Madison decided to look down to better see where Legion had wrapped itself around her, and she found two of the four had begun spiraling their arms around her legs. As they did so the transformation continued to progress to the lower half of her body. This section of changes mirrored that of her arms, muscle mass easily packing into both sections of her legs with a quick pacing. Thighs grew thicker with bulkier hamstrings and quadriceps, and she could feel a surge of heat flare up in her calves as they bloated up with muscle mass as well. Her height continued to increase as well, Madison wincing a bit as she heard her knees pop and decompress a bit before increasing in size and strength.
Madison also got to see the source of the occasional freeze slashes she was experiencing, that being from when some of Legion traced their fingers over her skin. The scars were still not extremely visible to her, but her legs were evidently less scarred as the rest of her body seemed to be with only a few of them scattered around the crus of her legs and her calves. However all of this combined contributed to her jeans feeling severely more constricted, a few tears forming in the sides as a result.
What followed were the changes in her feet. While very few scars were traced into the bridge of her feet the overall size of them steadily increased in all directions. They got wider, pushing up against the sides of her shoes easily. And they got longer, heels digging into the back of her footwear while her toes pressed up against the front. The overall thickness of her feet became rather impressive as well, toes having become chunkier while the foot itself was dense and blocky looking like her hands. It wouldn't take very long for them to grow to a fitting proportion for her new body, their appearance having quickly altered to fit the more masculine look that Madison now was possessing. It resulted in her shoes having immense trouble containing her larger feet with a couple rips already forming across the sides and even the front splitting open and some toes poking out.
Madison smiled, although laughing nervously at hearing her shoes burst. "Y-you dudes seem to be doing great! Something about this just feels so good…"
She shivered a bit as she felt one of the Legions place a hand in front of her neck and begin rubbing it. Her voice had already mostly changed but at this point it seemed to be forcing the changes to finish and settle. Just lowering it more to be just like that of an awkward young adult male.
"A-ah! You're really doing a lot of work on me, bros! I think you just have the head!" he then turned his head and flexed an arm again, casually inspecting his body for a few seconds. "Might as well start considering myself a guy as well with what you dudes did to me!"
The very thought of that was appealing to him. A more correct assumption especially based on the way his body looked. So much more masculine and athletic. It felt like she had the body of one of those jocks she'd see walk around campus!
While her thoughts trailed one of the four Legions had given him a thumbs up before placing its hands onto the sides of her head. It then began squeezing her head, her skull structure and face just becoming practically malleable under the palms of the ghost-like entity. Skull being stretched out wider, his jawline broadening and chiseling out into a more angular and almost square shape. In general it would seem the very structure of his skull was being widened and lengthened into a more square-like appearance.
Madison watched in the mirror as the Legion continued its work, this time shifting his facial structure even more. Pulling and broadening his nose, its bridge of it was evidently wider while the structure of it was reshaped away from a short one and into one a bit larger. His eyes were made a little larger and rounder, and as it trailed its fingers across his eyebrows he could see the hairs of them get thicker (especially towards the ends). He also felt it tug on his ears to make them a bit larger and rounder in shape alongside sticking out more. Furthermore, it brushed a finger across his chin and sides of his head to cause light amounts of hair to grow out from his skin and form slight stubble. Lastly came a slash on his left cheek to form yet another scar.
All while one Legion did work on his face, another one was concurrently doing work on his hair. Slowly rubbing its hands up and down his scalp and causing his hair to shorten with its touch, and it only continued to do so as his face was being morphed. Slowly it went up from being shoulder length to trailing up the nape of his neck to being of equal length with his chin, and it still got shorter as time continued. All the while the waviness of it was straightened, and the dark blonde coloration was deepened to an almost reddish-brown. Alongside this the Legion also gave Madison some thicker sideburns. By the time his hair was what could only be defined as 6/8 of an inch the Legion deemed that length acceptable and ran its hand through his hair to style it. It resulted in his hair being given a slightly messy and short spiky style. The spikes were typically raised upwards and forwards, and in the end the appearance just looked somewhat disheveled and disorganized. By the end it was styled in a way that he just couldn't resist running a hand through to just feel what his hair.
"This is so cool, dude…" he said, watching the spikes of his hair poke in between his fingers. Everything about this body felt so new, but at the same time the cloud in his mind was making it seem so familiar as well. The more he stared into the mirror and the more he looked at his own face the more it seemed like this wasn't something he had just been transformed into.
"W-woah, what are you dudes doing to me…?" he asked, taking a step back and placing a single hand on the side of his head. So many blanks were being drawn in quick succession. He was someone else just a few minutes ago, right? Then why can't he seem to remember that. The last thing he can recall was just drinking some new protein drink from that vending machine. Then why was he in the bathroom? Wasn't something… happening to his body? "Nnngh, hard to think…"
He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt some of Legion begin to massage his temples. Right, Legion, always there when he needed it… just should contrate… or perhaps he should just forget it all and go back to what he was doing. This was all just so confusing, dude…
As the man was placed in a state of mental discombobulation, the two Legion not tending to his migraine started to futz around with his clothing and alter it. Wrapping arms around his sweater and palming it up and down, restitching the tears and loosening it up to fit more snug around his form. They pulled the sleeves up his arm until they were slightly above his bicep, the action just shortening them completely instead of rolling them upwards. The constant pawing of Legion caused the soft material of the sweater to harden, shifting into some kind of durable nylon. The change in material also forced a change in color, bright red overtaking the sweater with ease as white stripes ran vertically from his sleeves to his neck: a bold horizontal one across his chest with a second smaller one a bit beneath it, and another two vertical ones down the side. The neck even deepened a little, a small placket forming with associated buttons and eyelets. The neckline itself lengthened up into a short collar that propped itself upwards around his own neck. Lastly, a Legion traced a small symbol on the uniform's right side to create what seemed to be a symbol composed of three arrows all pointing in different directions.
Seemingly continuing the changes of his attire to something more sport-oriented, the ghostly entities enlarging his legwear a little bit while shortening the legs of his pants until they reached halfway down his thighs. The material remained a hard denim, but their touch also shifted its color from deep blue to bright white. His socks soon followed when it came to size changes and shifts as Legion pulled them both up until they mostly encapsulated his lower legs. His footwear was the next part to get changed, becoming larger while the material hardened again as the white shifted to a deep blue. The soles of his shoes brightened to yellow as rounded nubs poked out from them. Straps became string as more additional designs were added to the footwear to make them appear more visually intriguing. If anything they appeared to be rugby cleats now.
The final additions to his attire came with the addition of something that ran beneath his uniform and shorts. The Legion materializing black leather beneath them and over his body, the strange new piece of clothing continuing to stretch over his form for a few seconds. The neck of it was just barely visible, and sleeves lengthened until they were nestled around his biceps, and the portion of it around his legs were barely visible. In the end it would seem to be a compression shirt and shorts combo that had been manifested, which ended the granting of sports gear to the newly transformed human.
As Legion continued to rub the man's head, their actions were steadily draining away his concerns. The ghosts (well, demons more accurately) removing his thoughts of a former identity, a former life, anything that could be traced back to those things. Nothing for this man to worry about, his only concern being those that his current life would give him. But there was nothing to worry about at all… That's what they were telling him after all, and after one last bit of inner turmoil he believed it.
The headache subsided and Gunzo blinked his eyes, the left one now the same red as the right. "U-urgh, that was… weird. Don't think I've ever gotten a headache like that before…"
He felt one of Legion's ghostly hands rub his back in reassurance, the rugby player smiling in response. "Thanks, dudes! Glad you guys got my back!"
A separate Legion gave him a thumbs up. Nodding in acknowledgement of it, Gunzo remains focused on the spectral entity as he makes his way to the entrance and opened it. Unfortunately his lack of focus on what's in front of him causes him to collide with someone as he leaves.
"Oof- a-ah, sorry!" Gunzo apologized, a little panicked at the sudden collision between him and this other guy.
The other guy just stepped back a bit, also noticeably startled. "No, it's alright! Was a little worried someone else was going to be occupying this for a while…"
"Ahh, sorry if the wait was a bit… can't even remember why I was in there…"
The other guy tilted his head. "Riiiight…"
The two then part. Gunzo makes his way down the hall as the guy he bumped into walks into the bathroom. Unaware to both of them, this interaction had given the second party a weird feeling of bloating being caused by his stomach seeming to get fatter. His shirt also was getting a few splotches of blue as well… but that was a problem for him to deal with.
On the other hand, Gunzo made his way down the hall before his peripherals caught the sight of something on a nearby bench. Turning his head out of curiosity he found a protein drink bottle beside a backpack. For some reason his brain registered both as his own.
"Oh, can't believe I almost forgot these!" He walked over to the bench and hauled up the backpack to his back before picking up the bottle. He eyed the bottle in suspicion however, but that only lasted a few seconds before he shrugged it off. "Should be enough to hold me over during practice," he commented before going about his day…
Wow, it's been about a year since the last time I wrote an FtM TF/TG and so far both FtMs I've written back to back are into werewolf characters.
I've been itching to write out another Scott Howl FtM for a while now so I decided to finally get off my butt and actually write one! I'm trying to go back to more simplistic plots and such so the set-up and such is a bit short but I don't mind it. I'm just glad to provide more jock character FtMs in the world. It's a fun little subgenre that there just isn't enough of!
On a more interesting note, this is the first time I managed to complete a second self-imposed challenge on myself: giving a story an alt! This was an idea that I thought worked for multiple characters and decided why not reuse it for an alternative version of the story into a different story! If you want to read it (which is a TF into the character Gunzo from Tokyo Afterschool Summoners). That'll be uploaded later this week.
One of the more prominent constants when it came to Madison's daily trips to her college campus were her visits to the cafeteria vending machines. And more often than not whenever she did she would typically buy the exact same thing from the machine’s array of snack foods. Most of her freshman year in college was spent buying out the machine’s mini-sandwich cookie stock, but she eventually grew tired of those and switched over to either chips or chocolate bars depending on her mood that week. With all things considered her trips to the vending machine were short, simplistic, and unchanging.
That was until today anyway. Madison found herself staring through the machine’s glass in curiosity, her eyes instantly scrutinizing a change in the machine’s selection. Usually the item labeled 206 was some random bag of chips whose brand she didn’t care to memorize since it wasn’t the kind she ordered. However she knew that what occupied that label wasn’t the brand she didn’t remember. Rather it seemed to be something new and unfamiliar to the woman.
The bag was simply labeled Scott Snacks with a fairly simple graphic of a bunch of potato chips with what she presumed to be the bag’s mascot (a thick bearded and fluffy haired man) giving a thumbs up. On one hand, the bag did look fairly generic. Then again most chip bags have that feel so it didn’t fully matter to Madison. She couldn’t really discern any other details from the bag such as flavor, but at the same time the graphic gave the vibe of either something plain or something cheesy. Neither prospects were ones she was against, especially since in the end all of this was just an excuse for her to deaden her appetite for the remainder of her classes.
With her mind made up Madison made the order with the vending machine. A satisfying thunk could be heard as the bag was pushed forward off the conveyor and into the machine’s pick-up box. She always despised when things got stuck in the vending machine, it was always a slightly embarrassing hassle…
Successfully retrieving her snack, she idly placed it into her backpack before hauling it onto her back and making her way out of the cafeteria. Madison disliked eating around other people she was unfamiliar with, the woman much rather preferring to find a nice quiet seat on one of the hallway benches and eating whatever she retrieved there. A short trek and a turn would lead her to her favorite spot of solitude (barring the occasional person who would walk out the elevator beside the bench). Placing her backpack beside her as she took a seat she removed the bag of unfamiliar chips from its confines and opened it. Casually she leaned her back against the wall behind her, finally opening the bag of chips and taking one out.
Considering the unfamiliarity of the situation, Madison had deemed it necessary to eye up the singular chip for a good few seconds. Standard looking potato chip, orange dust that denotes a cheese flavor, some flecks of salt. Although as these exact terms roamed through her head she realized that she somehow sounded like some kind of chip elitist. So in the end she just disregarded her concerns and placed the chip in her mouth.
…yup, very cheesy. Even has a bit of a meaty aftertaste as well. It wasn’t actually that bad. Perhaps this was a sign she could add a third snack into her vending machine rotation!
With those thoughts in her mind Madison continued eating, the woman blissfully unaware of the changes starting to form on her body as she did. It was rather isolated at first. The fingers on both hands slowly got thicker, ends and nails getting more blunt with each passing second. This evidently continued as her fingers continued to grow in thickness with a similar shift in size quickly jumping to the hands themselves. A firm meatiness steadily accumulating within each hand; larger, bulkier, seemingly more powerful in appearance.
That wasn’t the weirdest part of this transformation however. That came when something coarse started to poke out of the back of her hand. It was short at first with what looked to be follicles only millimeters in length, but it didn’t take long for them to grow out and quickly overtake the backs of each hand. What had rapidly sprouted from each hand were large amounts of dark brown hairs. This new development practically gives a more defined masculine feel to her already larger and almost blockier hands.
Evidently this supposedly masc appearance was one that would quickly spread beyond her wrists and beneath the sleeves of her sweater. Her musculature was the first that began to get affected. A mild heat surged through them as a steady thickness slowly burgeoned within each arm. Raw strength building up in each limb and filling their once slender appearance with a now dense and much more powerful look to them. It wasn't long until the sleeves of her sweater began filling out and the outlines of her muscles etched into the fabric.
The warmth in Madison's arms only grew more prominent as well with the hairiness of her hands quickly trailing up to her forearms. Heavy amounts of brown hairs coating their way across the back of each arm, the density of this forest of almost fur-like hairs getting more and more thick the closer it got towards her elbows. This steady increase in arm hair density would soon result in a thick tuft of arm hair that practically spiked out of each forearm. Unfortunately for the time being it would seem this major growth would remain hidden in her sleeves.
Less dense, albeit still very prominent, arm hair growth continued as it made its way to her upper arms and shoulders to coat the outer sections of them with ease. It was also by now that some of the more major muscle groups had gotten their almost instant workout with her biceps having bulked up alongside her triceps. The broadness of Madison's shoulders increased drastically as the deltoid muscles developed and rounded out even more. By this point the almost fragile seaming of her sweater began to break, tears forming against the new brawniness of her arms and revealing bits of her new coat of hair.
The sudden sounds of tearing finally alerted her to the changes, Madison placing the chip she was holding in her mouth before inspecting the source of the sound. Her eyes widened. "Wh-huh…? What happened to my arm?? And is that… hair…?"
Her gaze trailed downwards, the woman inspecting one arm up until she laid eyes on her hands. "How long have they been like that!?"
A part of her wanted to panic but something about the sight was just intriguing. She held a changed hand up in front of her, looking at the thickness and hairiness of it all. It was a little uncanny, especially with all the chip dust, but it looked firm. Strong.
While Madison preoccupied with staring at her hand the changes in her physical form only continued. It didn't take long for everything to move beyond her shoulders. The two waves of transformation quickly crashed into each other at the midline of her chest and from there expanded even more across the woman's body.
The overall width of Madison's frame was probably the next thing to start changing, her form broadening out and shifting to dispel her usually skinny figure more. This type of change got more prominent as her chest became the next part of her body to get altered. While the hair continued its spread and coating her chest, the fatty tissue of her breasts began to melt off and slowly flatten them. As it did so the muscles beneath them began to grow, swelling out rapidly to the point it would almost appear that her breasts hardened into thick meaty slabs of pectorals. These newly developed muscles would quickly grow to fill up the upper portion of her sweater, her now more masculine cleavage denting into the fabric.
The lower half of her body followed not long after as it too was changing. Her abdomen churned, bubbling almost as abdominal muscles steadily rose from her skin. They slotted out almost sequentially with row after row extending out until she had been granted a six-pack set of abs. All the while the hair that had coated her chest was cascading downwards, the coarse brown fuzz rapidly consuming her abdominal region. By this point the frontal portion of her body just looked like it had a darker shade than the back due to all this hair. And as the hair trailed to the sides she could feel her oblique muscles begin to burn a bit, alongside some cramping inside her that took her focus off her hands so she could use them to support her abdomen as she bent forward in mild pain.
"A-agh-" she winced, the sound of her voice seeming to crack only momentarily playing in her ears. She started to realize just how tight her shirt was getting, and she presumed it wouldn't be long until everything else would change to fit whatever form she was taking. A light haze was also entering her mind, thoughts steadily becoming a little bit harder as all these changes were overtaking her form. Curiosity faded to confusion, and that confusion quickly jumped to worry as she was still conscious enough to realize she didn't want to rip out of her shirt in a public hallway.
Madison ultimately decided to forgo her backpack and the rest of the chips to her side, then lifted herself up from the bench and hastily made her way around the hallway's corner in order to head into the nearest bathroom. Luckily it was unoccupied, so she just rushed in there and locked the door before heading to the mirror. Although it would seem she didn't notice that she had subconsciously rushed into the men's room…
Staring at herself in the mirror she came to the slow realization of just how large she had become. Not just in width but also in height as she evidently looked a little taller, especially with the hem of her sweater rising up her body. That and the slightly prominent feel of decompression in the woman's spine that seemed to grow more and more. Then there was this building pressure at the base of her spine that only continued to grow in prominence the more she continued to stare in the mirror. That coupled with the sight of more hair growing up her neck and beneath her jaw all made for this experience to feel even more surreal than it did prior.
Madison raised her head a bit and scratched the scruff on her neck. "A-ahh…" she let out a light breath. It felt a little good to finally scratch that fuzz after all this time. It helped clear her brain up just a bit, but it inevitably filled back up with fog. All she could do was stare at herself in the mirror and scratch herself, her only statement being, "Just… what is happening to me?" She asked that with a smile however. There just felt like nothing to distress over. Not the weird muscular form she had, or the increase in hairiness, or the fact her voice continued to shift to a point that sounded deeper and more laid-back.
She didn't even feel the need to worry over hearing the back of her pants suddenly split open, a tail with thick brown fur seeming to have almost instantly elongated from her spine's tailbone and freed itself from the confines of her legwear. All she did was look behind her as something in her brain seemed to click with the new appendage. She curled it up towards her and gently grabbed it with her free hand. All the while a goofy grin had formed on her face. "I have a tail now!? Cool!"
All during this sequence of events, the changes were also making their progression down to Madison's legs. This section of the transformation mirrored that of her arms, muscle mass easily packing into both sections of her legs with a quick pacing. Thighs grew thicker with bulkier hamstrings and quadriceps, and she could feel a surge of heat flare up in her calves as they bloated up with muscle mass as well. Her height continued to increase as well, and the brown hairs rapidly rushed downwards to encompass the surface area of her legs. All of this combined contributed to her jeans feeling severely more constricted, a few tears forming in the sides as a result.
What followed were the changes in her feet. While hair emerged from the bridge of her feet, the overall size of them steadily increased in all directions. They got wider, pushing up against the sides of her shoes easily. And they got longer, heels digging into the back of her footwear while her toes pressed up against the front. It wouldn't take very long for them to grow to a fitting proportion for her new body, their appearance having quickly altered to fit the more rugged and masculine look that Madison now was possessing. It resulted in her shoes having immense trouble containing her larger feet with a couple rips already forming across the sides.
The last person of her physical form that remained unchanged was her face, but as Madison started to see and feel the soft pricks of hair poking out her skin she knew that wasn't going to last long.
"B-bro!" she casually yelled out to no one in particular, her voice now settling into that aforementioned laid-back and male cadence that had been etching into it this whole time. "Guess I'll be getting a beard next! Might as well start considering myself a guy at this point!"
The very thought of that was appealing to him. If anything, it felt like the always correct assumption. For some reason something about this new form felt so good and so much more correct now! It was as if it should have always been him!
He continued to stare into the mirror, a look of enjoyment on his face as he saw the brown fuzz continuing to grow out his chin. This fuzz grew thicker and thicker, and it's spread expanded across his jawline rapidly. From the middle, trailing up his sides, slowly connecting to the slight sideburns he possessed. As his beard got more dense and bushy it gained an almost spiky styling as well. All the while his jawline shifted beneath it, broadening and chiseling out into a more square shape.
If anything it would seem Madison's entire face shifted to gain a more masculine appearance. Skull widening for a broader structure, nose enlarging slightly, a certain level of toughness formulating across his skin. Bits of his beard even poked out from his jawline and onto his face in order to grow on a small portion of his cheeks. There even came a set of even stranger changes to his head's physicality such as his ears lengthening and sharpening to a point, or the hairs on his eyebrows increasing in amount drastically to gain a similar level of spiked bushiness that his beard possessed. There had also seemed to be a level of sharpness entering much of his teeth as well.
All while these changes occurred, his hair was in the process of shifting and restyling to fit his new body. It had already begun to shorten as his beard was beginning to grow, and it continued to do so as his beard got more prominent and his face continued to change. Slowly it went up from being shoulder length to trailing up the nape of his neck to being of equal length with his chin, and it still got shorter as time continued. All the while the waviness of it was straightened, and the dark blonde coloration was deepened to the same brown as the rest of his body and facial hair. By the time his hair got to what the transformation seemed as an acceptable length, its density seemed to shift into something fur-like before bits of it fluffed and stuck out into a thick and messy spiky style. One that he just couldn't resist running a hand through to just feel the fluffiness of his hair.
"This is so cool, dude…" he said, watching his hair spike back up after getting run through by his hand. And the man only continued to poke and prod at bits of his body by scratching his beard, scritching himself behind his ear, and giving his muscles some good flexes. He even couldn't help from tearing open his sweater from the front to let his pecs and abs breathe. Everything about this body felt so new, but at the same time the cloud in his mind was making it seem so familiar as well.
Shouldn't this be his body? Why was it so hard to even recall what his other body was like? Did he even have another body? If this body is so familiar it just must be his, right?!
He could feel his eyes beginning to drift to the side in confusion. "Ooh, too many questions in my brain! Is this what happens when you think too much…"
For some reason he really felt like he wasn't used to using his brain for extended periods of time. If he were to be honest everything about it just felt drained! Like so many aspects has been dulled down or simplified in himself. All of this was making the concept of having an identity prior to this one feel so fleeting and incorrect. He just wanted to completely disregard it as too complicated. A lot of things just felt complicated at this point.
He braced himself on the bathroom sink, mind in complete confusion to the point he wasn't keeping track of what was going on with his clothing. His attire had seemed to finally start to shift.The sleeves of his sweater slowly lifted upwards to unveil the dense fluff of his forearms, the rips all sealed themselves while the tear he made down the middle of his shirt restitched itself to look like it was meant to be there. The coloration of the sleeves bleached to white while the wrists shifted to red, meanwhile the actual body of the sweater shifted to the same shade of red. Buttons and eyelets lined the split while a small white and red-striped collar raised from the neck. With the formation of pockets on each side of the newly shifted clothing, it seemed his sweater had altered into a varsity jacket. Meanwhile a plain white t-shirt materialized beneath it and around his body, its size being just baggy enough to still reveal the upper portion of his chest.
Following this came the less impressive changes in his legwear and footwear. His jeans just grew a bit to better fit his legs while repairing themselves. The tear in the back also restitched to look intentional, seemingly becoming a hole for his tail that went beneath the belt loop. His shoes did go through a bit more drastic of a change, also growing and repairing while the sides brightened to a red and the soles and front became white. The cloth toughened up as the strings became straps, fully shifting his footwear into a pair of athletic sneakers.
The man's thoughts continued to simplify as his earlier concerns were constantly drained away. Thoughts of a former identity and life disappearing, the rising worries about them being dispelled as he couldn't even remember what he had to be worried about! All that mattered was football and hanging out with his bros after all! Nothing to worry about from that!
It was also by this point that his identity fully solidified. Scott Howl!
Wait, is he telling himself to howl?
"AWWROOOOOOOOO!!!" he howled out, the sound echoing through the small one-person bathroom. Once it was all let out he opened his eyes, a nice royal blue having embedded within them.
"Oh wait, I was just thinking about my last name!"
One of Scott's ears flicked as he heard someone knock on the bathroom door. "Uhhh, I'm taking it this is occupied?"
The werewolf made his way to the entrance and opened it. "Was just finishing up with… whatever I was doing!"
The comment made the guy who was on the other side of the bathroom door somewhat confused, but between that and the fact they were facing a large hairy man with a tail this whole situation was already feeling weird. "What were you doing… howling??"
Scott just smiled and ruffled the other man's hair. "Sometimes you just have to let one out, y'know?" He then moved past them and made his leave. The random man just watched him leave, both unaware that the burly football player's interaction with him had left an almost pitch black stain in the follicles of the man's hair that very slowly spread across it. But they just shook their head and walked into the bathroom, deciding to just disregard the strange interaction.
Meanwhile, Scott made his way down the hall before his heightened sense of smell caught a whiff of something… cheesy? Meaty? His head turned to find a bag of chips labeled Scott Snacks beside a backpack on top of a bench. For some reason his brain registered both as his own.
"Oh, can't forget about these!" He walked over to the bench and hauled up the backpack to his back before picking up the bag of chips. Popping one in his mouth he comments, "This'll make a great snack before practice!" before going about his day…
The Components of Confidence (Anthro Feraligatr TF/TG/MC)
(Original Date of Upload: April 27, 2024)
Original Description:
Part of a trade with guacandchips on FurAffinity/DeviantArt. Their half of the trade can be found here: DeviantArt / FurAffinity.
This is probably the first time I've written a more Mature-leaning FtM TF. I don't know how often I'll do things like this, but it was rather fun to write out either way!
I don't think I have much commentary on the writing process for this. It was another rather lengthy story to handle things for, but it was basically like writing any other story in the vein of MG and MC. Although I will say the small snippets that imply mass TF and reality change was extremely fun to add in! And it's always extremely fun to write female to male content, in general there needs to be more FtM stuff out there. It is also rather humorous for me to write Pokemon TF though seeing as I don't interact with the franchise all that often. Other than that though, this was a great story to write out and this was an excellent trade, I'm really glad I got the chance to do it!
Rated Mature for descriptions of bulge growth.
The spectrum of how people perceive their bodily image is a rather wide one. There are those who are happy with their image, and then there are those who are not. There are also those in between these two ends. People who don't think about it too often, people who only deal with it under certain circumstances or around certain people. Handling body image can best be summed up as being different on a person-by-person basis.
Sarah would fall under the more situational category. She didn't think about how she presented herself all too often. She would even say that most of the time she was at least content with how she looked. At most the only times Sarah ever found herself doubting her appearance was when it was like 9PM at night and she was alone in her apartment.
So it was rather absurd that she was just now experiencing immense bodily insecurity. All that happened was a few days ago her friends invited her to a small gathering at the beach. A plain, simple friendly gathering. Nothing could go wrong there! Something about it made a pit form in Sarah’s stomach however, said pit growing larger in the three days between the initial invitation and the date of the gathering. And it all started with one single thought…
Her friends hadn't really seen her in a swimsuit, had they?
It was an odd thought considering she part-timed as a swim instructor. However as she thought about it more she came to multiple realizations. Her friends never really took the classes she instructed, and the environment of her classes felt a lot more equipped for what was expected to be worn. Then she started realizing that there is at least some degree of privacy within the sanctum of a training pool in comparison to a semi-public outing. All of this combined caused her mind to pivot to a point where she finally came to the conclusion that she was actually insecure about presenting herself in such a space. This had resulted in days of mulling around trying to think of a way to deal with these concerns, if not just straight up suppress them.
Sarah couldn't come up with anything though. So here she was on the day of the gathering, driving her car to the beach with her brain in a worried panic. She had roughly a half hour until she actually had to be there. Part of her wondered if she could just back out. Her friends would probably understand after all. Then again it feels weird if the swimmer in the group would just straight up deny a chance to show off her skills.
“Damn it,” she frustratedly muttered to herself. She wasn't going to get over these worries if she just abandoned everything for the sake of remaining in her comfort zone. After all, if she's content with handling swim instruction with her usual swimsuit she should be fine with just wearing it in a casual area that's designated for such things.
“...that doesn't make me any less stressed,” Sarah said in response to her internal monologue.
Soon after that her car began to slow as it came upon a red traffic light. Her gaze slowly scanned the horizon out the vehicle’s windows. She seemed to be fast approaching the beach by this time. Although considering the current time it would seem that she was going to be early. Which also meant that she was going to be alone for a short bit until her friends came. A less than ideal prospect for the young woman. It made her wonder if she could find someplace to stall for a bit.
A few seconds passed and the traffic light flipped to green. With a sigh Sarah continued driving forward, her heart rate increasing as she saw the expanse of sand beside the road continuously grow larger. It wouldn't be long until her car was effectively on the road that properly bordered the beach. With that her car came to get another full stop before she promptly slumped into her seat. Glancing at her car’s internal clock she whispered the time it displayed under a breath.
“11:35…”
Pulling her phone out from a back pocket she checked her friend’s group chat. Nobody had mentioned arriving yet, just a few messages that certain people were getting ready to leave. So that gave her about twenty-five minutes of just trying to find a way to entertain herself.
Straightening herself up, Sarah turned to look at the back seat of the car. It looked rather barren with only the most basic of supplies strewn about the seat. Beach towel, sunscreen, her folded up swimsuit. She had only brought enough items that she deemed necessary for a standard trip. Plus odds are her other friends would bring their own gear as well. Although a part of her couldn't help but think she might've underprepared.
Another sigh escaped her mouth as she turned back to look out the car’s front window pane to boredly and stressedly look out at the environment around her. The beach had been at the car’s left, seeming to not be super packed but still had a somewhat sizable population. Meanwhile to her right she just found a row of small stores and whatnot. Food, surfing gear, beach supplies. She couldn't help but keep her gaze at the beach supply store specifically though.
Blaze’s Beach Supplies and Beyond…
Sarah continued to stare at that place’s storefront. It wouldn't hurt to spend about twenty minutes there, she had thought to herself. Just kill the time she had before her friends eventually converged at the beach soon. Maybe she could find something to deal with her various concerns.
With that in mind Sarah decided to unlock her car doors, the young woman set on taking a look at the supply shop.
The ring of a bell echoed through the small store as Sarah stepped in. A cursory glance proved the place seemed to be a rather small shop with a few shelves that contained various objects one would need for a beach trip. Towels, empty containers, assorted swim gear, umbrellas and other shade-makers, etc.
Truth be told she wasn't really sure what else she had been expecting here. There had seemed to be nothing truly of note though, with the exception that nobody else seemed to be here except her and a young-looking man behind the store’s counter. The aforementioned man had the appearance of a fairly generic surfer guy. Long and almost wavy hair, scruffy stubbly face, wearing a pair of sunglasses that obscured his eyes and a Hawaiian-style shirt that was completely unbuttoned to reveal his rather athletic physique. Right now though he seemed to just be leaning on the counter and staring at his phone with a rather uncaring demeanor. It isn't until Sarah takes another few steps forwards that the man glances up from his device to acknowledge her existence.
The young man’s demeanor quickly shifts from this point on. His uncaring visage changes to one that was more warm and inviting. “Welcome to Blaze’s Beach Supplies and Beyond!” he promptly sweeps a hand through his hair and smiles. “I’m the Blaze Donovan~ I take it you came here to buy something?”
Sarah just stared at the man, brow raised in mild confusion. Even with one statement something about the way this man was presenting himself was over-the-top, almost performative even. Although it doesn't take long for the shock of… whatever that was to fade.
“I'm just here to look around,” Sarah responded plainly.
Blaze continued to smile. “If you say so! Although something tells me you're looking for something-” he leans forward over the counter and tips his sunglasses down a bit, “-specific~”
Sarah steps back a bit, slightly uneased by the spontaneous eye contact. Even more so when she starts to realize she could've sworn she saw the man’s eyes glow red for a split second. She’s quick to recompose herself though. “What do you mean by that?”
Blaze pushes his glasses back up and lets out a low chuckle. “Apologies for the startle. I'm just saying you look like someone who needs something,” he explained, putting emphasis on the word need.
“I mean, I guess?” Sarah shrugged. She's only been in here for two minutes and it's already feeling weird. “Are you trying some weird sales tactic on me? Because it’s not working.”
“Maybe I am, maybe I'm not,” Blaze enigmatically responds. Even beneath his sunglasses it felt like the man’s gaze was piercing into Sarah’s body to stare into her soul. “Say, do you like yourself?”
Another look of confusion crosses Sarah’s face. “Do I- yes??”
“Mmm, perhaps I should ask if you are comfortable with yourself.”
Sarah blinked a few times. What the heck was this man’s deal? “I mean- I'd say I am.”
“Everyone says they are when the truth is they feel like a jittery mess,” Blaze calmly retorted. “But putting strange philosophies aside…” the strange man bent down to grab something from under the counter. Sarah just idly watched as Blaze lifted a box from beneath the countertop. On the side of the box that faced her she noticed that a logo displaying the words Sapphire Scale was printed on it.
Blaze then put a hand into the box and lifted up what looked to be a bottle of lotion. “Sapphire Scale-branded body lotion,” was his only explanation.
“...oookay?”
“Heard it helps greatly with concerns of the self. Smooths out the skin, energizes your muscles, makes you feel great about everything.”
Sarah just deadpanned. Yup, this guy's actions are just a weird sales tactic.
“Willing to sell it for…” Blaze turned the object around in his hand for a few seconds. “Four-ninety-nine.”
Sarah just continued to stare. Did he really expect her to believe whatever he's trying to pedal…? Then again if she refused it would result in some cycle of bartering between the two that would just wear her out mentally and she was not in the mood for that.
“You know you want it~” Blaze urged.
With a roll of her eyes Sarah lets out an exasperated sigh. She plunged a hand into a pocket to pull out her wallet. “Fine, I guess I could give it a try…”
“You'll love it!” Blaze tried to reassure.
“Yeah, yeah…” Sarah pulled out the requested amount of money and placed it on the counter. Blaze happily took it, putting the bottle of lotion on the counter in return.
Blaze continued to smile. “It was wonderful doing business with you!”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “Perhaps come up with a less weird way to sell your stuff,” she suggested as she picked up the bottle and began to make her leave.
“Weirdness sells, human! Weirdness sells…” the strange man responds. His eyes glinted red beneath his shades again as he made that statement, a sight that went unnoticed by the departing Sarah.
Sarah just ignored him and directed her focus on the bottle itself. Mentally she repeats the words displayed on the object: Sapphire Scale Lotion, Big Jaw Edition…
Twenty minutes pass between Sarah’s exit from the suspicious store and her deciding to properly step foot on the beach. When she arrived she began her search for the most secluded spot on the beach she could find. Hanging off one shoulder was a bag containing the few items she brought here, and beneath the other shoulder was her beach towel.
At some point during that time frame she had also switched out her attire to the one she still felt some sense of dread being seen in by others: the bright blue one-piece swimsuit that she usually wore for swimming escapades. She had also elected to keep some sunglasses atop her head and wear a pair of sandals to avoid stepping on anything during her beach walk. Eventually though she would find a good spot to unfurl her blanket and take a seat in.
She set the bag of stuff beside her and sat down with her legs crossed. Every so often she'd find herself looking around to see if anyone had spontaneously materialized nearby or something. Although it didn't seem as if anyone had noticed her even from afar. That didn't help much with suppressing her stress though. The perfect newness of this situation was just enough to continue widening that pit in her stomach.
Shuffling unsuredly in her spot she decided to pull her bag closer to her and rummage around it for her phone. Once she found it she pulled it out and checked for the time and any notifications from her friend’s group chat.
“11:55,” she muttered. No notifications either even though she sent a message to the group chat that she was at the beach. Hopefully nobody is going to be late. She wasn't sure how long she could sit here alone like this.
The thought made her shake her head. “Deep breaths, Sarah. You can do this…”
A memory then crossed her mind. It was one of that strange shop and that even stranger man. That and the statement he said about what he sold her. Helps greatly with concerns of the self… Makes you feel great about everything…
“Tch…” Sarah dug her hand into the bag again. She didn't want to let that man’s weirdness get to her, but she also was kind of curious about what he was going on about.
The prospect of some simple body lotion being enough to make her feel better about being around others like this felt absurd to say the least. Then again she couldn't deny there was some allure to the promise. That perhaps there was just a small chance that what that weirdo Blaze was talking about could have a nugget of truth behind it all.
A few seconds pass and she pulls out the lotion bottle. The blue of the plastic glistened in the sunlight. She just held it out in front of her for a few seconds, internally deciding if she's truly going to do this. Her eyes scan the bottle over and over and constantly read and reread the words printed on its front. Even the subtitle beneath the logo spouts a nonsensical creed.
Strength. Vitality. Shine. The components of confidence found in this very lotion.
Another two seconds pass with her eyes fixed on that statement before finally Sarah relents. “Let's see how much more comfortable you'll make me feel then.”
With her mind made up Sarah opens the bottle. Upon doing so a scent seems to waft out of the opening, giving off the most generic oceanic smell a skin care product could possibly have. She then promptly turns the bottle and squeezes it over her hand. Bright blue lotion escapes from the container and touches her skin. She can't help but stare curiously for a few seconds at the bit of lotion she poured onto her hand. She then closes the bottle and puts the other palm onto the lotioned one before promptly rubbing them together.
“Here goes nothing…”
With her hands properly covered in lotion she then begins to rub them up, down, and around her arms. The bright blueness of the substance is smeared all across her ivory-toned skin and the stark color difference is visible for a bit until she rubs it down just enough that the contrast loses its noticeability. Even weirder was that as she continued to rub the lotion across her arms she could indeed feel a strange sensation within each limb. One that she had attributed to the supposed promise of being re-energized.
That wasn’t exactly the case however, and Sarah would find out why rather quickly…
What was happening had actually started in her hands. The longer the lotion had remained on her palms the more the blue hue of it was practically embedded into the skin instead of disappearing from it. It was like the pale skin tone of her palms was being rewritten at a level beyond something like staining. Furthermore as the blueness etched into her it was accompanied with a secondary change: the skin of her palms seeming to slightly harden with miniscule cracks forming in it. These changes got accentuated the more she had rubbed with the cracks and hardness further formulating into a smooth sleekness that was practically inhuman. Calling what was on her hands skin anymore would be incorrect. Instead it seemed to be that the lotion was granting scales.
These changes weren't only limited to the front of her hands either. The blue scales would easily creep their way up the sides of both of them before reaching their dorsal region. Just a constant flow of a leathery yet smooth hide overtaking each appendage. And as this formation constantly manifested, her hands were being layered with yet another change. Steadily they had stretched out in width and length, tangibly growing larger in size with each passing second. Bones and muscle within them enlarged and thickened to a point that her hands entered a process of attaining a level of meatiness they had not possessed prior. Her fingers, usually average in length and thinness, bloated in mass as they too were caught up in the lengthening. All the while her nails were extending out each finger and each nail hardened into an almost bony density while sharpening to a fine, practically clawed point.
Her hands weren't the only portion of her body that was changing either. A few seconds after the formation of scales started in her palms the discoloration and hardness began forming in her arms as well. Blotches of blue formed across her flesh and expanded at a steady pace and Sarah was quick to realize that her arms feel a bit rougher than they had used to be.
“Whuh- whats going… on?”
She had stopped her rubbing once she noticed the blue tint in her skin. By now her hand had just started being overtaken by it all, and her arms were in the process of having that done to them as well. She had become witness of all the weird changes her hands had undergone and she was also watching what was happening to her arms.
As blue continued to cascade around each limb their size had began to adjust itself. The build in her arms had started to lose itself. Muscle structures that were built more for an athletic person was quickly getting altered. The size of both arms were thickening, mass accruing at a steady rate in front of her very eyes. Each limb just swelled with raw bulk as that strange sensation she had felt earlier intensified. As if the larger her muscles began the more strength she could feel surge through her bones. The spiral of sinew around her forearms burned as they continuously bloated with muscle and it wouldn't be very long until she felt as if the diameter of each arm had practically doubled in size.
By this point a panic was starting to set in within Sarah. “W-what the fuck- why-” her eyes had properly started to dart up and down her expanding limbs. “-what’s happening to my arms!? My hands!?! They're so- so-”
Her mind continues to race as her gaze is brought to her upper arms. There she saw as they too had also been constantly pumped with power. Watching it was like watching a balloon get pumped with air. Muscles constantly pulsating and growing larger and larger to a point that her previous build would become rapidly replaced. Biceps bulging and bloating while her concurrently her triceps shifted alongside them. It was at this point she could see just how round her limbs had been becoming, only further accentuated by the fact her shoulders burgeoned with the further development of her deltoids. All of this coupled with the constantly growing circumference of the region it wouldn't be wrong to equate her newly empowered limbs to that of some kind of melon.
Sarah's breathing continued to quicken as she witnessed the transformation occur. By now it seemed as if the previous lean musculature of her arms had long vanished. She now possessed massive trunks of limbs that exuded a level of strength she had never thought was possible. Then again it shouldn't be possible!
“A-agh- what did… what was in that stupid thing?” Sarah continued to ask in her panicked frenzy. “It- it made my muscles so big and it's-” she squinted to get a better look at her arms. “Given me blue scales…”
With a strained groan she hauls one of her massive arms over beside her to grasp the lotion bottle. With how massive her hands had become it seemed like their width was enough to hold the entire container portion. But with it in her grasp she gave the entire bottle another inspection. Especially the back as the ingredients of the lotion would be available there. In the end it would all be for nought though. Nothing on the bottle would be able to explain what was happening to her.
“N-no weird dye? Fast-acting topical steroids? Nothing!? This can't possibly be an allergic reaction either, I- urrgh-”
Another groan escapes her as she feels a tremble enter her body. A series of sensations courses through her torso. Like surges of power mixed with dull aches within her bones and vestigials. She hadn't even rubbed lotion anywhere near her chest or stomach but it seemed like whatever was transforming her was going to effect more than her arms.
The blue scales continued to spread across Sarah’s surface area having now inched their way beyond her shoulders and onto the apex of her torso. The waves of rough sapphire continually flowed from their confines of her limbs, cascading their way over her upper chest before crashing and merging together at her midline. From there they'd trickle down over her chest and back while continually causing more transformations within her body.
Her swimsuit started feeling tighter as her form began to increase in width. A broadness entered into her that steadily widened her inch by inch. All the while she was in the process of growing thicker as well, mainly in regards to her muscle mass yet again. It had initially started within her pecs, the scales in the process of flowing down her breasts and filling her core with a sudden surge of strength and power. From there it spread out to the rest of her chest and caused her pectorals to start to properly swell. Size was added to them at a steady pace, pecs bulging out and bulking up more and more with each passing second. All the while it seemed as if the fat of her breasts was melting away. It was as if her body was trading the adipose of her chest away for the firm meatiness of muscles. Especially as the changes had the visuality of her chest hardening with muscle as her pectorals grew to the previous size of her chest before crossing a threshold to swell even larger.
The changes in her upper torso had become visible to Sarah pretty early on. With the way her chest swole and the way the transformation presented itself it all indented into the nylon of her swimwear. And her swimsuit was already designed to fit her normally, so as her body swole in muscularity what she wore was rapidly being tested. All as she grew in size her swimsuit attempted to stretch itself over her to contain all her form was achieving. However as her body widened and her pecs expanded beyond the build she had previously possessed it all indented into the material of her swimsuit more and more. Crevices of muscles, the deepness of her pectoral cleavage, the raw hardness of her pecs themselves, all was constantly pushing her swimsuit to its limits. And unfortunately it's material wouldn't be enough to hold it all. Rips and tears pierced the air as a series of horizontal and vertical splits formed across the nylon of the upper portion of her swimsuit and unveiled her azure-scaled and strongly muscled chest.
More sounds of tearing continued to echo through the air as another large split formed over her back. Her trapezius muscles had also broadened themselves, newly rounded mass bulging out her once average back. All the while a pressure absolutely wracked her spine as another change started to settle, the transforming woman now witnessing the sandy ground start to ever so slightly inch itself further away. Instantly she could tell the transformation was making her taller as well. Although another pressure was occuring in her back as well, one that more localized to the middle of her body. This part she couldn't see at first but a triad of bumps formed in the back of her swimsuit, and pressure continued to build up as the bumps seemed to develop a sharpened definition that pushed up against the material of what she wore. A few more seconds would pass before the sharpness reached a point where it could puncture the nylon and then allow the pressure to alleviate itself. Another rip echoed behind her accompanied by the feeling of weight having been added to her back. Sarah’s gaze was forced towards her back to investigate and the woman was greeted with…
“A-a fin!?” she exclaimed. In truth it was more like a fin-like spine. One that was triple-spiked and reddish-orange in coloration. It had also been jutting out her back by quite a few inches.
Concurrent with what had gone on in her back was the transformation finally reaching her lower torso. The color blue continued to tint the skin of her lower half, and Sarah let out a groan as she felt her abdominal region churn. The now-scaled flesh over her stomach bubbled as yet again her musculature was spontaneously worked on. Rising from this bubbling was another array of muscles, this time it was her abdominals. Each one just slightly rose out and hardened themselves at a sequential rate. One, two, four, all of which came to an ending at a firm six-pack to replace her previously flat tummy. All the while her sides ached as her oblique muscles were altered alongside her abs. Ridges formed within her skin as the muscles shifted in her now widened form, and these ridges alongside the indents of her abs became visible through her still tight swimsuit. It didn't take long before the seams holding the sides together were torn apart by her significant thickness and continuing the damage that was being accrued by her changes.
A dull inch then started to enter her throat, and Sarah was feeling the sensation of scales slowly creeping up her neck. She practically growled in dissatisfaction as she witnessed the changes completely total her swimsuit. “F-fucking hell-”
A squeak then escaped her throat. Did her voice-? “Wh- my- voice too…”
For now it felt like it was just cracking and with each crack it got a slight change to it. It seemed to be getting deeper though. Far deeper than what her tone had usually been.
“Grrughh…” another low growl escaped Sarah’s throat as she finally started to stand up. An arm was held over her belly as she continued to feel her internal churn. “D-damn, is n… no one- one else seeing this!?”
She had found a rather secluded spot at the beach, yes, but you'd think someone would notice that a young woman had been turning into some kind of muscled sea beast. But as her gaze turned to the more populated end of the beach she would get the answer to her question in the most unexpected way.
“What the- u-urrgh- fuh…”
All over the other end of the beach there seemed to be various people being in the process of transforming as well. One person was swelling with muscle while their skin garnered a shade of blue and their face stretched into a dolphin-like beak. Another person’s skin was gaining a sleek gold color while tufts of golden locks cropped out the top of their head. A random man was growing red and black fur and a feline-like tail while also bulking up. Beside him was a woman whose skin was whitening, hair becoming a flowing cyan, and face mid-shift to appear more like a sea lion. There was even someone gaining an owl-like visage while green feathers grew across their body.
That wasn't even the end of it either. A guy filling up with fat while his skin tinted blue and his body became increasingly amphibious. A separate person becoming frog-like while their body gained an athletic-leaning musculature. A woman getting a fatter and more masculine shape while her skin became green and some kind of red cap manifested over her face, a man slimming into a feminine salamander-like form with black and purple scales, another person bloating up into an ursine appearance while brown fur covered their body. Just an endless menagerie of transforming people all around the beach, all of whom going about their activities as they changed. None of them were panicking like she was. It was like none of them were even aware!
“I…” she stumbled a bit from her lopsided weight. “This… grrughh… this can't…” She blinked a few times. It felt like it was getting increasingly harder to speak normally. Then there was the fact her voice just continually deepened more and more as she tried to talk.
Why did her teeth feel a bit sharper than they were before? Why does her face feel so tight? Why does the back of her head ache a bit?
“Not my fuckin… fur… ferali… mmf…”
She snapped her mouth shut to prevent herself from finishing that sentence. She wasn't sure what she was about to say but it was far from normal. Then again none of this had been normal at all really!
While the transformation ever so slowly entered her head and mind, it too had begun to trickle down to the lower half of her body as well. For a small portion above the front end of her waist it would seem the scale coloration changed to a creamy yellow tone. This difference in coloration had appeared in a thick almost V-shaped marking that formed in that region. Although once the marking had formed the scale color resumed to its previous blue as it properly layered beneath her waist and pelvis. And once it did it kick-started a menageries of shifts within that region.
Two points of pressure formed within her. One point was at the base of her spine, its tailbone to be exact, and the other point was within her groin. The stronger of the two was the one in her tailbone though as a bump began to form at the pressuring spot. As pressure continued to build up the bump got larger and larger, yet again causing a constant source of strain in what she was wearing. The bump’s growth has caused it to take on a more defined shape by the point: roundness transforming into a point as it grew larger. A couple more seconds passed as the growth grew longer, and then the air was pierced with yet another tear of her swimwear.
“Ggruhrr…” she frustrated growled in her deepening voice. She cast her gaze behind her yet again to investigate and from that she found she had a tail now. One that was still continuously growing with the base of it becoming thicker in diameter the more it gained in length. Longer and longer it grew, dangling at the length of her thighs before expanding to the crus of her legs until it touched the ground. It then continued to grow even more with inches continually adding to its length rapidly. A one foot long tail became two feet long, then three feet, then seemed to end off somewhere before reaching four. All the while the diameter got thicker and thicker at the point where the tail connected to the rest of her body. Once it finished growing it also grew a three-pointed and red-colored spine like the one she had on her back.
All that remained was the pressure in her groin. That was a lot less intense. If anything it felt pleasurable, as if something down there had been growing a bit in size. A heat formed in her cheeks as her brain properly registered it. That heat only increased as that sudden growth grazed the nylon of her swimsuit. It didn't even stop at touching as a rounded bump formed and grew within that region. The growing continued for a few more seconds until her swimwear was graced with a bulge.
“Mmmrr…” her throat rumbled in pleasure as she felt her nerves get stimulated in her groin. “I fee… ferl… gatr…”
Gritting her teeth she raised a hand up to clench the side of her head. Her brain was absolutely swimming in strange feelings now. Just various conflicting thoughts properly welling up within her mind over and over. She should feel embarrassed about all of this but that emotion just isn't registering. Unbelievably, she was beginning to feel like she wanted to flaunt her new body. Like she had worked hard for these muscles. It didn't help that she was beginning to feel an air of familiarity with this body. A sensation that the strange sights around her were normal. And considering that bulge of hers the idea of being female was feeling increasingly incorrect.
She stumbled yet again at the sensation of the muscles in one of her thighs spasming for only a moment. This was followed by more swelling as now the muscles in her legs were bloating in size and attaining the strength the rest of her body possessed. The hamstrings and quadriceps in both legs bulked up in conjunction rapidly, muscle growth yet again appearing like an inflating balloon. Strength continuously cycling through each limb, empowering them as they thickened with a raw meatiness that practically equaled that of her arms.
The lower half of her legs weren't exempt from this either of course. Ballooning out the back of each of them were her calves. This had been coupled with an aching pressure in her bones as they thickened beneath the muscle tissue in order to support it all, and lengthened to add even more inches to her height. By this point the diameter of her legs had been doubled from the conjoined effort of her bones and muscles. As if now Sarah was now being supported by two massive trunks.
Meanwhile as her legs morphed there seemed to be one additional change happening to her. A rectangular section of her frontal thigh began to bubble and raise itself from the rest of her scales. A similar scene was happening in the middle of her back, and one on her tail. There even seemed to be four on each arm. This bubbling caused a rise of what seemed to be thicker rectangular plates of scales. Their thickness was accentuated by the rougher texture they seemed to possess in comparison to the sleek smoothness of the scales of the rest of her body. Speaking of the scales that were on the rest of her body…
Her feet were the last portion of her lower body that hadn't been transformed yet. Although that was quickly changed as they too got consumed by the azure-scaled reptilian hide. The width and length of her feet stretched outwards to force them onto a size that fit the proportions of her new body. Thickness filled each foot with a meatiness to support her strong body perfectly. Her toes even seemed to swell up as well, however it was becoming evident that that was because each toe seemed to be getting squished and merged together as the changes progressed. The straps of her sandals practically snapped in an instant as the big and index toes became one. Meanwhile the middle and fore toe also combined their masses. The only toe that grew itself in size was the small one. All the while her toenails hardened into white bone as they elongated and sharpened. The placement of each nail progressively moved to the front of each toe, and their reshaping caused them to shift into a more cylindrical appearance. This crowned the end of her feet changes. The appendages were now double the size, thick and filled with strength, adorned with pointed claws, and had three toes per foot. The footbed of her torn sandals were practically buried beneath her feet now.
“Gotta… g… gatr-” she growled out. Her voice had become so deep now, and her speech patterns were shifting into something incomprehensible to her at the moment. She couldn't resist it though. Something about the way her rumbling voice spoke so gutturally and growled felt good. It felt right.
One of her eyes began to twitch, a bright gold shocking into the iris of it as it did. “Nngh, I’m… I…” her throat continuously tingled. It had thickened significantly in size by now as the scales had completely enveloped it. A sizable lump had even been forming within her neck as the cartilage in the area was becoming more prominent.
Her other hand dug its claws into her thighs as she tried one last time to resist the words from escaping her mouth. Her brain had other plans for her though, and the war of conflicting thoughts in her brain was rapidly leaning towards the other end. The end that felt like it exuded raw confidence, that wanted to show off, that felt like it was overtaking her with a raw perception of manhood.
“Fuh… feraligatr…” he had finally let out. Deep breaths huffed and puffed as his thick chest rose and fell. Something about letting that out felt good in ways he still couldn't comprehend. It may still be a short bit though as his brain was still in a messy haze of an identity crisis. Was she an athletic human woman, or was he a strong reptilian man?
Such a thing can easily be solved with how his face was shifting. Sharp teeth slipping out his lips as all his chompers gained a significantly more carnivorous appearance within his mouth. All the while pressure wrapped around his skull to shift and reshaped it like it was clay. His face was pushing out steadily as well, reshaping itself into some kind of muzzle that as it grew it accentuated his reptilian appearance. An increasingly lengthening snout with an upper half the shade of blue as his scales and a lower half a yellowish-cream. His nose merged into the upper portion and shifted into mere nostrils that adorned the tip of the muzzle.
All while the occurred what remained of human skin was quickly consumed by scales. Ivory toning to blue while beneath it all the structure of his skull changed. The actual head portion of it reshaped into a more gator-like dome. This became evident as scales washed across his scalp and caused his long brown hair to slough off. Just clumps of hair continuously slipping off his head and drifting to the ground at a rapid pace. This was a concurrent change to those on the rest of his face. As hair fell off and revealed the sides of his head it became apparent that his ears had no intention of staying as they were shrinking into the scales to become nothing but holes. When follicles drifted off the back of his head it allowed some kind of orange growth to gain visibility, and said growth was steadily rising out the back of his head to give him a third triple-spiked spine. From here it didn't take much longer until what remained of his hair fell away and disappeared before hitting the ground.
Perhaps the final major change happened to his eyes. The ridges of his brows became more prominent as they shaped into an arch and lost their eyebrows. Meanwhile his eyes seemed to reshape a little to fit his new socket shape. All the while it seemed like his pupils were in the process of shrinking, and his unchanged iris was constantly drifting from brown and gold. It continued to fade in and out like some kind of faulty light as the reptilian creature’s mind continued to have a conflict of identity.
There were so many memories and thoughts and desires that couldn't fit each other. Swim instructing and bodybuilding; not caring too much about her body and caring a lot about how he presented himself; sudden spurts of self-consciousness towards herself and a constant feeling of pure confidence in his veins. Barely wanting to reveal too much at times vs. wanting to show everything off all the time, the sight of skin in water vs. scales in the sand, a perception of her femininity vs. the raw dominance of his masculinity.
“Gatrrr…” he growled out in frustration. Even that undecipherable statement contributed to a series of things that just didn't click. Was her name Sarah anymore, or was he some kind of muscled hunk whose name he can't recall? Who was he?? What was she??? What was going on any-
His thoughts patterns were then stopped in one sudden instance. The clarity of the beach was suddenly shaded in a mild darkness. It had taken a few seconds for him to register that this was because his sunglasses simply had just slipped down from the top of his head to over his eyes.
That was enough to purge all of his thoughts. A bit of saliva started to roll out his mouth as in one instant his brain was practically turned into pudding. Intelligence had begun to drain rapidly at this point as fears and panics and concerns towards his identity were thrown out into the wind. He was losing the ability to care about it all because none of it had mattered anymore. The only things his thoughts could grasp onto now was just how strong he had been and how good he looked. It was as if any amount of brain was replaced with the brawn he possessed. All the while an overconfident personality overtook his mind. Stupid and cocky and obsessed with how strong he was and could be. That's what he was and that's what he has been for as long as he remembered.
Another low growl escaped him as he pulled off an unfamiliar material from his scales. While many shards of nylon were grasped by his claws and pulled away, other shards of it practically melted into simple droplets that dribbled down to the lowest portion of his long-forgotten swimwear. Although calling it any portion of a swimsuit would be incorrect by now. It was quickly reshifting and growing to fit his new form, material appearing to change into one that seemed almost shiny as the coloration took on a deeper shade of blue with a white stripe that was parallel to the waist band. And despite its new size it seemed to perfectly outline his bulge. Gone was the swimsuit, it had been torn away and melted into a simple speedo.
The anthropomorphic gator blinks his eyes as he starts to come to. In a low rumble he says, “Wha…?” his brain now instantly translating his unnatural way of speaking.
He looks around to find himself at the beach. And looking down at himself he found his muscular body. A few seconds then passed before his brain properly registered everything, and once it did he instantly began flexing an arm. “Lookin’ good!~”
Just the pure sight of his muscles was enough to cause some kind of mental spiral. How perfectly sculpted they were, how much time he's spent refining them, how much he craved to have others be impressed by his powerful form. It felt so good and it seemed to be the only thing he felt he was ever able to focus on. After all, who needs to think when they're a complete mountain of muscle?
His boastful thoughts are interrupted by the sound of another voice that was coming towards him. “Someone's admirin’ themselves again!”
Feraligatr stopped gazing at his arm, looking forward instead to find the source of the voice. Walking towards him was a muscled and chunky Blastoise who was accompanied by an equally as strong looking Machamp and Garchomp duo.
“Wha- oh, bros!”
“Hey dude!” Machamp exclaimed, walking over towards Feraligatr and giving his shoulder a good squeeze.
“Sorry we're late, Gatr-bro!” Blastoise started. “Gar over here got distracted by this hunky Palafin lifeguard…”
“Hey, I thought I could score him!” Garchomp retorted.
“How hunky?” Feraligatr asked with genuine intrigue. He could vaguely recall seeing a Palafin earlier, although the context behind it was rather muddled.
“Suuuuper hunky, man,” Machoke responded. He then flexed an arm. “Looked almost as muscular as we are!”
“Aw yeah!” Feraligatr exclaimed, flexing his own arm again. This then caused some kind of chain reaction among the group of bros as they all began flexing and showing off to each other.
“With muscles like these we should totally try to impress some hunks and chicks!” the blue reptilian suggested with excitement. He was just aching to show off his gains to anyone who'd care to stare.
“Heheh, why else would we meet like this bro!?” Electrivire said with enthusiasm. “Places like these are perfect to show off these gains!!!”
A smile formed on the Feraligatr’s muzzle. “Fuck yeah, dudes!”
“I did see a trio of hot ‘mons earlier,” Blastoise stated. “An Incineroar, a Primarina, and a Decidueye. That Incineroar might make for some good competition~”
“Suggestin’ a flex contest to show everyone out raw power, bro?” Feraligatr inquired, perking up with excitement.
“Yeah, bro!”
“Fuckin’ dope then! Let's do this!”
With that the group of rowdy Pokemon bros began their beach escapades, united by their cocky attitudes and a shared desire to show all their strength. As he left the Feraligatr neglected much of his (or perhaps his past self’s…) belongings. Among them was that blue bottle of lotion. The very catalyst for this sudden shift in body and mind of the once human woman. In the end she got what she wanted though: unbreakable confidence, brought in the form of a stud of a gator.
Story commission.
So this was a rather fun story to write! I've been itching to do something on Saxton Hale for some time so being commissioned to do this was actually really fortunate for me! I do wish there were some things I could expand upon such as the voice changes and whatnot but since I was on an, albeit flexible, word limit I had to do a couple omissions of things. But I got to do some extremely good muscle growth and I'm rather proud of how I handled the MC segments! Admittedly I still feel I'm not all that up to speed on TF2 stuff but like, I think it worked out well either way.
This story is based heavily off artwork drawn for Arti by moltingscales on FurAffinity. The artwork can be found here.
This is also my first story I'm giving a full Adult rating to. I would mark it Mature but I'm going a step up just to be on the safe side. This is mainly because there is some overt masturbation that goes far beyond being just implied.
“How long does it take to get a single vaccine for someone?”
This was a question that was directed towards no one in particular. It was just one asked by a frustrated Arti as they sat on the bed in the hospital room they were currently in. This frustration was furthered by the fact they were shirtless, which had led to them becoming rather cold during their time waiting for someone. All they could really do was stare at the door in anticipation, especially since once they got whatever vaccination they were overdue on they could finally put their shirt back on and go home. Unfortunately for them another minute goes by without any indicator of anyone coming.
“This is what I get for agreeing to random vaccine renewal requests-” Arti starts muttering to themselves, but is quickly cut off by the sound of the room’s door opening.
A man wearing standard medical garb wordlessly walks into the room. His face is extremely obscured by both a medical mask and a pair of glasses that his eyes are somehow not visible through. The only two things Arti can really tell about this guy is he has neatly kept hair, and he might be relatively buff judging by how his clothes interact with his body. Although they try not to analyze the guy for too long. They do catch a glance of what might be an empty syringe in his hand though.
“Hey,” Arti said, looking up at the doctor’s obscured face and awkwardly waving as he walked towards them. He didn't seem to get any kind of verbal greeting back however. They just watch as the doctor silently pulls out a chair from beneath a nearby desk and pushes it towards the bed the enby was sitting on.
So this was going to be quick and to the point, Arti thought to themselves. Then again having doctor's make small talk with them as they’re getting jabbed with thin pieces of metal has always been rather annoying. But also they weren't going to deny the oddly creepy air of having a silent masked man walk towards you without saying anything during the ten or so seconds of being in the room.
“So uh, this is just going to be a standard vaccination thing…?” Arti asked in an attempt to strike up a conversation and break the mildly eerie air.
The doctor had taken a seat by this point. They could also tell his gaze was fixed on them for a second, but he just nodded once in response. Guess that puts small talk out of the question…
Well, at least this'll be quick, Arti thought with a sigh.
The next few seconds were when the weirdness amped up by a little bit. Arti watched as the doctor pulled out some kind of vial from the innards of his lab coat. The strangeness came from the fact that the vial had some kind of bright golden fluid within it. Then they had to watch as he poked the syringe into the vial to pull some of the fluid within it. They couldn't help but wonder what kind of vaccine this was supposed to even be.
“Uhhh, so what vaccine is this for?” Arti asked, a mix of curiosity and worry in their voice. “I don't remember any of them looking like… that.”
The doctor had brought their chair a bit closer to them and was readying the injection. “Tilt your head rightwards,” was his only statement. No answer to the question at all. Also he had a rather thick German accent. Oddly familiar too, but Arti was too focused on the presumed lack of proper medical protocol to dwell on that for long.
“Oookay, don't answer my question then,” Arti mussitated before doing as they were asked.
For a couple seconds they felt the cold and gloved hand of the man on the side of their face, keeping their head still as the syringe inched closer to their neck. Then in one split second the needle broke into their skin, injected the weird gold fluid into their body, and then was quickly pulled away from the flesh of their neck. A low, golden glow remained in some of their neck veins for a few seconds before disappearing as the mysterious liquid dispersed into their bloodstream. A strange occurrence that Arti hadn't taken notice of as their head was unhanded by the masked man.
Instead they just watched the man push their chair back to discard the syringe on the table nearby. He would then turn to face Arti, hands clasped over his legs. He seemed to just be watching the enby, if their scopaesthesia was any indicator anyway.
“Aren't you supposed to put some kind of bandage on me or something?” Arti questioned, unconsciously touching the spot of injection with their hand. Crap, they shouldn't be doing that!
Curiosity got the better of them though and they brought the hand up to the front of their face. They were surprised to find absolutely no traces of blood on their fingers whatsoever. They were also beginning to notice a strange feeling of warmth begin to enter their body as the seconds continued to pass.
“Uhh, did someone finally turn the temperature up?” Arti nervously inquired. They would get no response from the doctor though. Just a wordless gaze through a pair of glasses they couldn't gaze back into.
The heat still persisted, and strangely enough it seemed as though the feeling was a little bit isolated at the time. There was a fair bit in their neck at the point of injection, but it had also felt like it dispersed into various areas on the right side of their body. Although among these areas it was their right arm that had the most amount of the feeling of an increase in warmth.
The truth behind this change in temperature, unbeknownst to Arti at the time, was all because of a certain change in their physicality. It was relatively minor at first as it manifested in what seemed to be a rapid fading of the scar tissue that stretched across their body. Bands of scarring that had been on their arms and the massive one on their chest, scars that have been on them for years, were dissipating into the enby’s skin to the point they might as well had never had scars in the first place. Subtlety would be lost in seconds though as another change manifested in their right arm and hand.
What was starting to embed in their hand was a tangible alteration in its size. The width and length of it had both stretched out, the appendage getting wider and larger with each passing second. This had come with a pretty hefty meatiness getting added to it as it increased in thickness rather significantly. This was something that was further accentuated with how their fingers were affected. Getting longer in proportion, but also getting quite chunkier in size. This was coupled with a certain blunting in the ends of their fingers that gave each one a blockier appearance than it had prior. In general this meant their hand had transformed into a bulky mitt, the size of it now possessing an aura of intimidation to it by just existing.
The same could be said with Arti's now swelling arm. Muscle was rapidly adding itself to the enby’s fairly skinny limb, years of working out being placed in them in just seconds. Heat continued to course through their muscle tissue rapidly as this all occurred. In their forearms, their extensor muscles beefed up in strength as ridges formed in their skin to properly outline their budding musculature. Furthermore there was what seemed to be a layer of brown hairs sprouting across the back of their forearms as well. A fairly thick dusting of fuzz had been rapidly growing across the once bare region of skin.
Their upper arms weren't left out of this swath of changes of course. At the same time as their lower arms were thickening, the musculature in their upper arms was enhancing substantially. Sweat beaded across their shoulders as their bicep burned, swelling and bulking as raw strength continuously became visible in their limb. The associated tricep was enlarging in conjunction as well, further increasing the amount of ridges that deepened within their skin. Heat spiraled within their right shoulder as their deltoids developed, broadening the region more and more as a certain roundness was being added to that half of their body.
Combined, all these changes had made their right arm look so thick and powerful. The amount of raw beef that had been added to the once thin limb was impressive. And it seemed as if that hadn't been the only area of their body it would be contained in as while the changes slowed in their right arm the transformative effect would seem to spill over into their chest and torso. The temperature of their core steadily rises and sweat continues to formulate on their hot, hot body. This meant the intense warmth circulated within their chest and with that came more meat being added to their twinkish body.
The amount of mass that was in their chest increased at a relatively steady pace. Second by second their pectorals swelled forwards, the previous flatness of the region being accreted and built up into a sturdy form. This form was one that was rectangular, yet round. Relatively meaty with a side of fat. That had been the appearance that was being taken on by their newly thickened pectoral muscles. And with the continuous passing of time it would seem as if their pecs would continue to inflate into hefty slabs of meat. Though their increasingly larger size may have been helped by the fact that Arti’s body was steadily broadening in its size and width. This would also be accompanied by the growth of hair beginning on their chest region.
It was by this point that all the weird feelings Arti was experiencing had finally prompted them to investigate why they felt so warm or their chest had felt ridiculously itchy. Although once their gaze wandered to their chest their eyes widened in panic. “What the- why am I so large!?”
Their eyes constantly shifted focus between looking at their chest and looking at the doctor that sat a few feet away. A part of them had been expecting some sort of answer, but of course they'd get nothing. Instead they're just forced to watch the swelling in their chest seemingly slow as the massive shelf they had developed finishes forming. They had also been granted the sight of watching as a thick bush of chest hair emerged atop their pecs. Starting off as a light dusting before rapidly thickening, the brown coloration became more prominent as the fluff got denser. All the while it seemed to be taking on some kind of shape as its amorphousness was quickly shifting into the appearance of…
“Why is my chest hair in the… the shape of- urgh-”
Their statement rapidly gets cut off as they feel a tingling in their throat. Although beforehand they could hear some kind of rapid alteration settling in their vocal cords. As if in mere moments their voice had gone from normal to quickly deepening in tone.
“Th-the hell…”
The changes in their physicality would only continue to spread. Heat shot through their left arm as the muscles began to rapidly plump up in the once-unchanged limb. Their thin and impressive form being quickly consumed by the pure strength of an enhanced musculature. It wouldn't take very long for their left arm to swell to mirror their right one. Bulky biceps, thick triceps, hairy forearms, and another chunky hand that could knock the lights out of a person in an instant.
Concurrent with that was a change in their abdomen. Their gut churned as what little fat was on it appeared to bubble. It quickly is proven that it isn't their fat that's bubbling however as yet again muscles rise from their once untoned form. Sculpting out of their abdomen was a series of rock hard abs. The fat in the area practically melted away as a six-pack chiseled itself into their form. This was accompanied by another surge of strength, a strange feeling of power continuing the cycle itself around the enby’s masculinizing form.
“Ugh, why does this… feel kind of good…” Arti moaned as they felt more sweat bead off their warm skin. The sound of their changing voice continuously resonates in their ears. So deep and manly, and they could swear they were hearing the beginnings of an Australian accent settling into it. Perhaps that would explain the Australia-shaped patch of chest hair.
“…fuck, mate, that’s actually hot,” they remarked, a slow realization about the rather attractive nature of this transformation forming in this mind. “I-I shouldn't be enjoyin’ this though… this isn't normal-”
More sweat forms on their forehead as they feel an odd pressure in their lower body. Could it be their legs finally bulking up? No, it was obviously not in that region. It was much more centralized. Much more intense. Arousing, even. So Arti’s gaze moved further downwards to the source of the feeling.
The only thing Arti had been wearing was a pair of sweatpants. Legwear that had normally fitted the enby just fine, alongside being pretty loose and comfortable. That was a notion that was being contested real fast as a roundness steadily formed in the middle of what they were wearing. A straining coming from within the briefs they had beneath their pants. A bulge forming where one had not existed before in both garments. And what's worse is they could feel their thickening manhood rub up against their undergarments. All those nerves being stimulated all at once, an intense eroticism being added to their transformation in a way that hadn't existed prior. It somehow made them heat up even more.
“Mmphf, no, can't-” they let out a deep moan. Speaking was already proving itself a mistake. Just hearing their voice was making more and more blood rush downwards at unfathomable speeds. The deep tone echoing in their ears as the Australian accent lined their speech.
They couldn't stop themselves from bringing a hand down to their groin and squeezing it a little. To just further stimulate that intense feeling of arousal a little further. An action that should be pretty easy with how much meat they seemed to be packing now. One that seemed relatively large judging by that bulge they were sporting now.
“Fuckin’…” was all they could utter as they rubbed their bulge more. The erotic intensity of their changes being further fueled to such a point that it replaced all their panic and concern. All of which caused a thought pattern that they needed to do this at least once just to end that feeling. So that's what they ended up starting to do.
The transformation hadn't ended though. That act of submission was more of a sign that it had to continue more than anything else. Especially since the lower half of their body still had more that had to be done to it.
This meant that the rest of their sweatpants were on the way to becoming just as strained as the crotch region, if not moreso. Another wave of muscle mass alteration washed over their legs and prompted a reaction in their thighs. Their hamstrings and quadriceps grew in tandem with each other, swelling with bulk at a relatively rapid pace. It wouldn't take very long before the crevices that outlined and defined their leg muscles indented in the material of their sweatpants.
All the while the comfortable, stretchiness of their legwear proved to be somewhat useful as despite the very tangible undersizing of it their shorts were still trying to contain their beefier legs. It would seem as though their sweatpants couldn't contain everything as they steadily rode up the crus of their legs, a mixture of height adding and their swelling calves prompting this to occur. This allowed some of their relatively sparse leg hair to become visible, and it was the same shade of brown that had been taken on by the hair that was on the rest of their body.
The last part of their lower body that was consumed by this menagerie of concurrent changes had been Arti’s feet. They had actually still been wearing their shoes, which had resulted in a budding pressure in their footwear as their feet had begun to enlarge. Similar changes to their hands had occurred within their feet with them both stretching out in length and width while getting increasingly thicker. The appendages had pressed up against the sides of their shoes as a result, while the bridges pushed up against the top. They could feel the topline constrict against the wider diameter of their ankle while their heels dug into the back portion of each shoe. The toecap of what they had worn bulged with multiple mounds as each of their toes chunked up in size, and these mounds got larger as their toes continued to squeeze into the front end of their shoes. After a good few seconds though a rip would pierced the air as their footwear finally burst open to allow room for their larger feet to breathe.
“Mmf, guh,” Arti’s transformed voice practically rumbles in their neck. Their mind continues to be filled with a certain erotic euphoria as they stimulate their bulge more and more. “Damn, feels… so good…”
They were fully into it by this point. Heat continued to envelop their entire form, a weird mix of transformative warmth and the flames of arousal. Sweat continued to form and dribble itself down the enby’s forehead. Their deep and grizzled voice practically growls as they can feel themselves on the cusp of release.
A pressure soon begins to wrack Arti’s skull, and they clench their jaw as they push through the oddly discomforting sensation. The aforementioned jaw quickly became affected by this pressure as it entered a process of reshaping itself. Their once rounded jawline quickly hardened, chiseling into a more rigid and angular form. This was accompanied by an alteration in their jaw’s bone structure, each end just slightly diffusing to grant their chin a cleft. Although the entirety of their skull’s structure seemed to shift as it widened and shifted to attain a more rectangular form.
As this occurred there was a light itching that they started to feel above their upper lip. A sensation that was being caused by the sprouting of a few hairs in that region. Although a few quickly became a lot as more and more brown fuzz continued to poke out their skin. A sparse and stubbley appearance momentarily had been taken on before it thickened even more. Just so many hairs forming to create a dense bush of fluff above their lip, said bush seeming to take on an almost trapezoidal shape as the hairs grew in prominence. By the end of this formation Arti sported a rather thick mustache.
That wasn't the only thing going on though. Concurrently there had been multiple aspects of their face that were in the process of shifting to fit their more rugged face. The shape of their nose heavily altered as it widened, rounded even to take on a thicker and more chunky appearance. Their eyebrows seemed to thicken a fair bit, thin lines sprouting more and more hair to turn them into thick bushes of brows. This would also come with some reshaping as a more diagonal angularity embedded within the form of their eyebrows. Perhaps the most extreme of the changes was just how weathered their face was becoming though, signs of aging rapidly setting in with the formation of wrinkling beneath their eyes and around their mouth. This all further enhanced the ruggedness of their facial features though.
Another extreme change had settled in their hair. All while their faces changed, their hair was rapidly shearing itself. Clumps of fluff cutting themselves off from Arti's head before straight up disintegrating in mid-air. Meanwhile what hair did remain was extremely short, and its nigh-indigo coloration was instead being rapidly replaced by the on-set of brown. This would only continue throughout the entirety of their head. What was once long and fluffy hair was being lost at an extremely quick pace, more noticeable bits cutting away and disappearing from the front of their face and the back of their neck. Other bits that couldn't shear themselves were shortened instead. No matter what though it all led to the exact same result: a short, crew cut style that looks nothing like how their hair used to be.
With the changes to their head and face settling it would seem as if Arti’s physical changes had come to an end. This had coincidentally come with an additional thing coming to an end as the pent-up sensation within them finally released, the overwhelming stimulation they were experiencing coming to a slow halt as they finally came to a climax. This came with the steady flush of all the heat within them as their body entered the refractory period.
“Fuck, that was good…” they admitted. Their voice had seemed to settle into that hot Australian-accented deepness that it was obtaining this whole time. Although now that they were finished pleasuring themselves they were slowly coming back to their senses. “I… I have a feeling I shouldn't have done that-”
Their deep breaths continued to escape them as they pushed themselves forward. Everything felt weird now and they could feel a headache emerging in their forehead. They couldn't help but clench their jaw in reaction, one of their massive hands being brought to the side of their head as they felt so many things rush into their brain.
“Fuck, my… head-” they groaned out in confusion.
It was like some kind of hurricane was storming around their psyche. As if the changes hadn't only been physical, but mental as well. Thoughts and memories that hadn't existed before were being implanted at an extremely rapid rate, rushing into their brain and practically overwriting every aspect of who they had once been. And all because that one moment of weakness was enough for their mental fortitude to absolutely collapse and allow for this to happen.
They weren't unaware of any of this of course, but there was nothing they could really do about it. It was already a struggle to discern what was right and what was wrong about themselves at all by this point. Furthermore anything that was Arti was just being completely replaced with a whole new identity. Completely mundane memories being rapidly replaced with a life of over-the-top violence and animal combat. Their perception of themselves quickly warped into that of a strong, confident man with a constant itch to get into a fight. Something that was completely ingraining itself into his personality as that bloodthirsty boisterousness completely overpowered his former self.
There had also been layers upon layers of additional strangeness. Was the world around him shifting? No, it couldn't have been. It had always looked like some lair of medical catastrophe. Although he could've sworn it was different. He could've sworn he was wearing something different as well. Although there was the shine of the metal on his belt, or the rugged appearance of his denim shorts, or the tough look of his boots, or even the sensation of his Akubra hat atop his head. All of this had an overwhelming air of familiarity that felt more correct. These were the only things he was fully willing to wear after all.
“...the hell was I goin’ on about?” he asked himself, mental alterations seeming to force him to forget his concerns. Forget almost everything that had just happened. Purged the thoughts that he had been someone else, that he had become someone else. The only thing he could recall from the past few minutes was that feeling of intense eroticism that completely overwhelmed him for a bit. “That felt great!”
The massive room that was the Medic’s medical office (slash experimentation chamber) loomed over the two men as Saxton Hale came back to his senses.
“You seemed to have enjoyed that quite a fair bit!” The Medic commented as he finally took off his mask, alongside removing his glasses to disengage the protective lenses that had been over them. “I was anticipating a rather intense reaction to my advanced healing formula, but I had surprisingly not accounted for an enhanced sexual drive.”
“Well it feels like that did a whole lot more than just heal me.”
“Hm, potentially,” Medic put his glasses back on. “Now tell me, how do you feel? Any liquefied organs or the sensation that something's about to explode?”
“I feel good!” Saxton responded, flexing both arms in a show of raw strength and power. “If anything I feel like I can finally get that tiger back for almost tearing out my heart!”
“You probably could,” Medic said with a sly smile. “If the formula works properly you will be able to survive multiple incisions to your jugular veins!”
“Whatever that means, it has the word ‘survive’ in it and I like it!” Saxton dumbly replies. It's honestly a surprise he heard anything the Medic said since he seems rather fixated on his massive muscles. Although he does take a second to glance towards Medic to say, “Thanks for this, doc!”
The doctor smiles from the compliment. “Of course! Not often do I get the chance to test out my projects on the CEO of Mann Co.!” Medic then sits back in his seat, smile becoming more devilish.
Not often is he able to succeed on such intense transformative effects from his creations either. He will definitely have to make sure to replicate this outcome again in the future…~
A bit of a belated birthday gift for my beloved boyfriend.
This was a story I've actually wanted to write for a little over a year now. I had first wanted to write out a Hephaestus TF around Spring of last year when I was planning out a concept that I have since long abandoned. During that time I did have a few stories that involved people I was close to, and Arti had volunteered to be used for the Hephaestus concept. Although even after the concept was scrapped I still wanted to write a story for them involving this character!
A few months later it's August and Housamo finally translates the Virtual Summer Memories event. It was around this time that I finally come up with an idea for this TF, but due to a bunch of stuff happening at the time I was completely unable to follow through and the story was left unwritten for a very lengthy amount of time. It isn't until Spring of this year that I finally got the motivation to write it out as I realized I could actually use this story as my gift to Arti for their birthday! Thus, the story finally came into fruition after over a year of constantly being pushed back.
Beyond that though, the actual writing process for this story was extremely fun! I love using random VR nonsense for TFs, and it was honestly extremely easy to play around with that seeing how Hephaestus' one event appearance had a lot of focus on virtual reality. Furthermore I just love using my boyfriend as a TFee, and I gladly wish them a late happy birthday! I do wish I could've written this story out earlier, but college was beating my ass at the time of early May. But I'm still very glad to have gotten this out for them! <3
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The advertisement on Arti’s phone proceeds to come to an end. This is perhaps the third or fourth time they've watched the strange video ever since they got that email a few days ago telling them they've been selected as a tester for this Hyperreality Manifold thing. Initially they had assumed it to be some kind of spam mail, and even after they got a tracking number for the package they weren't fully convinced it was real. But then the fourth of May had arrived, and roughly a few minutes before noon Arti had been notified their package was delivered. The open box of that package was what sat on their living room table now, and the contents of it sat beside the cardboard container.
“No matter how many times I watch that ad, it never sounds any less pretentious…” Arti muttered to themself as they shoved their phone back into their pants pocket. Their gaze then drifted over to the unpacked objects of their recently acquired package.
The most important object was of course the Hyperreality Manifold. Despite the complex sounding name, all it looked to be was a simple white cube with dim gray circuit lines etched across five of its six faces. The only face without circuitry just had absolutely nothing on it. To Arti it just looked like some kind of fancy paperweight. Perhaps an expensive one too if that eight thousand five hundred dollar price mark was correct.
The mysterious cube had also come with an instruction booklet. “At least it doesn't look like it has 40 pages worth of information I guess,” they remarked as they booked up the plain looking booklet and began to read through it.
‘If you are reading this then that means you have been selected to test ScybR Essence Technology’s Hyperreality Manifold. Your selection means that you have…’
Arti could already tell the first page had absolutely nothing of value besides boring legal stuff. If they didn't read the terms and services of every website they sure aren't going to read two pages of extremely small legal text. So instead they just started to skim through the pages after to try and gleam whatever information they deemed important, talking to themselves as they did so.
“This is only a lite version of the Manifold and comes with a pre-installed package, to attain all features for you Manifold you must buy the full version at our store, this is just more boring disclaimer stuff- oh, finally, instructions!”
‘The Manifold relies on a mix of physical and cognitive manipulation. To do so requires two important steps in Manifold setup. The first is to place your Neurolink Encephalon Adapter on the side of your face. After the Adapter is secured, press the blank side of the Hyperreality Manifold with two fingers. This will begin the area scanning process which should not take too long.’
Arti stared at the instructions for a good five seconds, mild confusion already arising in their mind. “The fuck’s a Neurolink Encephalon Adapter??”
Placing the booklet down, Arti looked back into the box, which was still full of bubble wrap, to see if they had missed anything. They plunged a hand into the box to remove the bubble wrap and they had found one last component they apparently had missed. A small plastic bag containing some kind of thin metal sheet.
Casting aside the bubble wrap they pulled out the bag, opened it, and removed the metal sheet. It wasn't particularly wide, it was extremely thin, and it was shaped like a crescent. It had the cold gray coloration that metal, typically aluminum, tended to have. Although it also seemed to have circuit lines running through it as well.
With a brow raised in curiosity, Arti removed their glasses for a moment so they could properly put the unremarkable metal sheet on their face. “I wonder if this'll work…” they thought aloud as they put the crescent-shaped strip around their right eye before putting their glasses back on. They then adjusted the cube on the table so that the blank side faced upwards before doing as the instructions said and pressing two fingers into it.
Absolutely nothing seemed to happen at first. Arti was going to make a snarky comment saying, “Knew it was a useless paperweight,” but only got half the sentence out before something actually did begin to happen.
The circuit lines on both the cube and metal sheet started to glow an orangish-yellow, and the cube itself began to float in the air. As the cube levitated it also seemed to release a bright yellow gridline wireframe that encompassed the surface area of the room they were in.
“Woah…” was all Arti could think to say as they looked around the room, gridlines just overlaying the walls, floor, and ceiling. “I guess it's not a hunk of metal after all.”
An automated voice then started to speak from the cube. “Scanning complete. Room dimensions logged. Beginning psychophysical projection in five seconds. Please have any objects you wish to take to the virtual reality on your person at the time of projection. Five, four…”
“Uhhh-” Arti vocalized, a little confused by the robotic voice’s stream of words. They decided to just pick up the instruction manual, which seemed to be a good move on their part as the moment the voice reached zero everything in the room seemed to straight up disappear. The table that was in front of them, the box the cube came in, the couch that was behind them, even the walls and doorways just blinked out of existence. All that was left was Arti, the cube, and the wireframe outline of their living room's surface area. Mildly panicked at the prospect of having their entire home sucked into some kind of virtual void, the enby looked back at the instruction manual to see what it had to say about this.
‘Once scanning is complete the Hyperreality Manifold will begin the psychophysical projection system. The general explanation of this system is that it will trick your senses into believing you're in a void for a few seconds. Your cube will then project the reality that is programmed into it. This projected reality will be completely interactive and will be seemingly realistic for as long as you have both the cube and neurolink active.’
By the time Arti finished reading through that paragraph, the wireframe began to fade away as their surroundings rapidly shifted. Manifesting into the void was a menagerie of various objects. A sizable table with multiple papers and what seemed to be unfinished metalwork projects. Some kind of large cylindrical object that Arti presumed to be a furnace just manifested in the corner to the left of them. There was an even larger cylindrical object that was on its side that appeared to their right! Some kind of engine if they had to hazard a guess? Turning around they also saw a massive rectangular entranceway that opened to an alleyway. There had also seemed to be a building parallel to the one their living room transformed into. All the while the air of their room shifted, the warm indoor heating fading to the slightly cooler temperature of a room that always has access to fresh air.
A low pulse came from the cube before it spoke again. “Psychophysical projection complete. Currently active projection: Crafters Workshop at Kamata Technical University.”
“Okay then…” Arti responded, slowly circling around in place to take in their surroundings. They were astonished, to say the least. That cube managed to project all of this? And why does it feel so realistic? This all felt so… impossible to them.
Logically this meant Arti’s curiosity would lead them to the newly created furnace that the cube just popped into reality. Without a second thought the enby placed a hand in the furnace for a second, felt the metal, felt the extreme heat, then retracted their hand with a slight hiss of pain. “Well I guess I know it can mimic temperature now! Hm…”
Stepping away from the furnace, a thought began to cross Arti's mind. They looked back at the booklet with the feeling of curiosity rolling around in their brain.
“What else can this thing do…?” they asked themselves as they tabbed through a few more pages. It wasn't until close to the end of the booklet that they found what looked to be a page on projection editing.
‘While the lite version of your Hyperreality Manifold is limited to only one projection type, your projection can still be edited in various ways. These include changing the time, the season and the weather, and the color of your surroundings.’
“Okay, that just sounds boring- oh, but what's this…”
‘Despite your Manifold being a trial version, we are generous enough to have included one premium feature for you to test out: the Self Manipulator. This is a highly experimental feature that allows you to alter your own physical form to fit the projection you have been provided with. Please note that this should be temporary and usually should not have any carry over to when the projection is dispelled. However due to its highly experimental nature there may still be bugs and glitches that may occur during usage. Please use with caution.’
“Right, right,” a sly smile formed on Arti's face. What kind of caution would be needed with weird virtual projections? It'd probably be like they were wearing some weird suit or something more than anything else. Still sounds intriguing either way.
‘To activate the Self Manipulator, you must take hold of the Hyperreality Manifold and use a single finger to make a circular motion in the blank side. This will then display a face of the character your Manifold has been preloaded with. Then you must do one more finger press to begin the projection on yourself.’
With that information in mind, Arti walked over towards the floating cube in the middle of the room. They placed the instruction booklet on the table among the multiple other papers littered atop it, then took hold of the cube. “Let's see what you've got…”
They placed a finger on the blank side, then did a circular motion, and instantly the cube registered it. What was promptly displayed on the cube was the outline of a man’s face. The man had spiky hair and an equally as spiky beard, thick eyebrows, and a rather uninterested-looking expression. This was also accompanied by the cube robotically stating, “Preload selected: Hephaestus.”
“Hephaestus, huh?” Arti remarked. “Hadn't thought of this place as a domain for a Greek god but whatever, he looks hot.”
With that said they did the final step of long-pressing the image with a finger. The cube seemed to respond by glowing a brighter orangish-yellow before saying, “Preload accepted. Physical alterations will begin shortly. Please note this is a highly experimental feature and may result in-”
Arti rolled their eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Skip the legal stuff or something!”
“Physical alterations beginning. Please stand by…”
A low heat then began to arise in Arti’s body, beginning at their core before slowly spreading further out of their body with each beat of their heart. But as the heat warmed up more and more it started to cause a secondary sensation to well up within them. One that felt like a low pressurizing feeling that entered into their practically burning chest.
“Is it supposed to- ough-” Arti leaned forward a little as they clenched a fist over their chest. “Is it supposed to feel like that??”
Beads of sweat started to form in their forehead as their blood continuously boiled. Their breathing steadily became a bit more labored as their chest continued to burn and a pressure continuously pushed itself onto their upper torso. They weren't sure what exactly was happening but it felt like a lot for a virtual reality to make their body experience.
Arti was unaware of the truth behind these sensations though. That truth being their physicality seeming to alter. The heat and pressure was working in conjunction to forge new additions to the enby’s body, the first of which having obviously been in their chest.
Typically their chest was undefined since Arti was never one to work out and put effort into building muscles. However it seemed as if with each breath they took their chest steadily expanded. Its size was just slowly increasing, previously unimpressive muscle swelling up larger with each ragged inhale. It didn't take very long for a pair of pectorals to properly formulate from the nothing of their upper torso, and each pec would only grow out larger and larger. Firm, meaty chest muscles just get pushed out even more every few seconds. Their roundness would soon even etch itself into the fabric of their undershirt, pushing open their open jacket to reveal the massive shelf that the enby had developed beneath the deep indigo of the shirt itself. Their new cleavage has indented into the shirt as well, further accentuating the pure size their chest had obtained.
Their muscles hadn't been the only thing being changed however. One major change seemed to enter into their skin, the tone of it darkening at a rather rapid pace. Pale ivory shifted to a raw umber, and that change in tone continuously spread across the rest of the skin on their chest. All while this occurred there had also been a second major shift being introduced alongside it. Arti had usually been a pretty scarred individual, but as their transformation grew in prominence it seemed as if their scars were being altered in some way. This was most prominent is the massive scar that stretched over their upper torso, where the size of it seemed to shrink and reshape. This alteration seemed to be centered at the exact middle of their chest as the longest points of the scar retreated into that area. In the end the scar would just become a still rather sizable one that was etched into the middle of their chest and over the inner sections of their pectorals.
Arti had been subjected to the feeling of their skin brushing up against their now much more ill-fitting shirt. A feeling that had been increased as they felt their abdominal region churn and their shoulders ache. “I-it’s working! I think-” they said, although a mild hesitation was present in their voice. They weren't going to deny this felt extremely weird, especially since it was changing them at such a fundamental level. But also they couldn't deny that this had all felt rather… nice.
The lower end of their torso hadn't been left out as while Arti was in the middle of their internal musing, their abdomen entered a process of bulking itself up as well. Intense heat mixed with a burgeoning feeling of strength just churned around in their gut. This was followed by their abdomen bubbling as hardened muscles started to properly formulate. Abs then routinely jutted out at a somewhat rapid pace, a firm six-pack properly forming out of their previously flat stomach area. It was also at this point that Arti’s form seemed to widen almost, their width ever so slowly increasing to accommodate their much thicker muscles.
That increase in wideness mainly came due to an alteration in the enby’s very bone structure. While much of their structure had remained similar during the course of their bodily expansion, there was one major portion of the skeletal region of their torso that had a more severe change. As the changes moved away from the front half of their body and onto the back, there had been a menagerie of shifts that came to it. Trapezius muscles bulging in size, the sides of their body burning a bit as their oblique muscles improved. The changes in their skin tone continued to wash across their form as multiple scars formed behind them. But soon enough everything started to centalize towards one major segment of their back: the spine.
A slightly pained (and seemingly deeper) moan escaped Arti’s throat as something surged into the discs of their spinal column. “The hell…”
There was a strange occurrence that happened within the bone structure. While it seemed to elongate in size, practically adding inches to Arti’s height, there had been a more alarming addition to that change. That being, Arti could no longer stand up straight. A prominent curvature was etched into the top end of their spinal column, an extremely noticeable hunch being added to them as a result.
“Ch-changing a lot about…” Arti started to idly comment before halting their statement. “My… voice…”
Already their voice had begun a process of deepening. Although while it still had a specific tone that it could still be recognized as Arti to some capacity, there was still a steady amount of lowness entering it that wasn't there prior. Although they didn't have too much time to focus on any of that as they heard the sound of ripping come from… a lot of places, really, but mainly around their arms.
While all the previous portions of the transformation were occuring, there had been a concurrent series of changes entering their arms. It had initially started at their shoulders as the changes in muscles and melanin had entered that area first. Size increased rapidly as a rigid roundness formed in them thanks to the rapid formulation of their deltoids. All while their enlargement caused the overall boradness of the enby to increase a bit more. Then there had been the manifestation of a few relatively large scars over the top portion of both shoulders.
A few more scars then etched across the upper half of Arti's arms. This had been in conjunction with even more growths in muscle mass as strength and warmth constantly cycled around each limb. Biceps bulged out alongside the thickening of their triceps, and the growth in size was already becoming enough to rub up into both their undershirt and jacket. The ridges of their massive musculature just etching into the fabric more and more. It wouldn't take long until it forced their sleeves to reach a limit in the attempt to stretch over their arms.
This would be further proven as the circumference of their elbows widened before the muscle enhancements jumped to the forearms. Extensors burned with an almost instantaneous workout as muscle mass continuously swelled up within them. The ends of their sleeves rode up their arms more and more as the bones in their arms seemed to lengthen. Meanwhile as the diameter of their arms practically doubled it caused their watch to just snap off their arm. All the while even more scars manifested across their arms, including a really large one on their right arm.
Things didn't take long to move beyond their wrist and onto their hands. The size of both hands practically doubled as a chunky meatiness entered them, increasing their thickness to a point that it was consistent with their muscular form. This was quite tangible when it came with their fingers and all of them swelled into sausages while lengthening for consistency and blunting a bit at the end. A slight itch entered their palms as they hardened with callouses, accompanied by scarring on both the front and back of their hands. This had also come with the completion of the darkening of their skin, at least on a majority of the upper half of their body.
Of course, with all of this muscle mass constantly vying for attention on Arti’s clothing it meant that the limits of the fabric would easily be reached. Their jacket suffered multiple tears thanks to their broader back and thicker arms. Their undershirt experienced a must worst fate however as rips continuously etched across the front, back, and sleeves thanks to how much raw muscle it had been containing this entire time. And while it wasn't completely torn apart, it very much was ripped to tatters. This was what Arti’s focus had been drawn to, while also meant they had been given a relatively easy view of their much brawnier form.
A shocked expression formed on Arti’s face at the sight. “My skin- my scars?! I-I thought it was just going to be th-the muscles!”
After saying that, Arti cleared their throat. Their voice had still been shifting more and more, deepness continued to form into it to a point that what sounded like Arti and what sounded like their new form was getting blurred. “Uurgh, this is… a-a lot…”
It was definitely a bit overwhelming. Arti had expected some weird suiting experience but the fact that this VR technology seemed to have the capability to make them physically feel and witness the changes was… Arti didn't know how to describe it. Impressive? Mildly terrifying? And truthfully it made their head hurt a little.
However their internal concerns were interrupted by the Manifold speaking suddenly. “It is advised that you stabilize yourself.”
“Uhhh, wha…?” Arti raised a brow. Looking to their right they still had the railing of that massive engine, so they decided to reach out a hand and clasp onto it. “J-jeez, my hand is big- WOAH-”
The lower half of their legs went numb in that instant.
The transformation never halts, and all while they were thinking it just continuously progressed down to their lower body. Their belt had strained against their hips as their waist rapidly gained a wideness appropriate for their new form. Meanwhile their pants began their process of becoming rapidly undersized. This was mainly in due part because of the muscles in their thighs expanding. Quadriceps and hamstrings bulged and widened while the amount of scars that surrounded them multiplied quite a bit. It was enough to yet again cause their newly defined legs to push up against their legwear by quite a bit.
The numbness didn't start until the changes had reached the halfway point of their legs, around the level of where their knees were. This feeling was then followed by the feeling of something cold within the entire crus of their legs. “W-why is…?”
The answer to their half-inquiry was an easy one. Beneath the knee, instead of the pigmentation of their skin shifting, the very structure of it had changed instead. Flesh hardened, cells reformed at the atomic level, and a cold metallic sheen encapsulated the entirety of their lower legs. It didn't stop at the skin either as the internal workings of their legs were mechanized as well. All the while their diameters were becoming larger, and the length of them increased to give Arti a bit more height. This was followed by the frontal portions of their pants bursting open as the front half of their metallic legs gained armor-like plating to them, most noticeably a knee-guard that went over their still organic knee.
“P… prosthetics…?” Arti questioned. Indeed, the lower half of their legs seemed to have become some kind of robotic prosthetic. That didn't even seem to be the end of it as once the metal reached their ankle region it seemed to shrink a bit into a thick metallic pillar that was connected to the rest of the prosthetic. This also allowed some wires to expose themselves as they slithered down to the connect to the last region of their lower body: their feet.
Art’s feet underwent a similar transformation to that of their leg’s crus, that being the envelopment by the constant formation of metal. Although as each foot grew in size the internals seemed to hollow out a fair bit, only having minimal internal systems that connected to their legs. Various regions became a layer of playing such as their feet’s instep and bridge. Meanwhile their toes, while thickening, gained a segmented appearance to them with the areas of segmenting glowing a faint orange. Of course with their feet growing in size and becoming a clunky bit of metal it meant the Arti’s footwear stood no chance against the transforming appendages. Thus their toes burst from the toecap of their shoes before being followed by the sides ripping apart to reveal even more of their metallic feet.
“Oookay,” Arti started, breaths slowing to a more stable pace of breathing. They could feel whatever remains of their shirt’s neck just splitting apart as their neck thickened into a hefty and scarred trunk. This coupled with the rapid changes in their vocal cords left their voice completely unrecognizable of what it once was. It had become deep, masculine, and had a certain tone of bluntness mixed with a vibe that had a strange lack of confidence in itself.
“I-I guess all that leaves is my head?” Arti said with a weak grin. They felt a bit tired at this point, and oddly confused. The weird confusions and worries about this body had mostly faded into more concerning thoughts about themselves. They had a moment where they felt perfectly fine with it but now that was being subsided with a strange amount of self-consciousness that they don't think they've experienced before. Was it the prosthetics, or the scars, or that spontaneously granted hunch in their back? “Uurgh, why am I… th-thinking these thoughts…” they placed a massive hand on the side of their head. “Mind f-feeling… muddy…”
They blinked a few times as their typically blue irises started to glow a reddish-orange. This was coupled by an odd heat entering the right side of their face, the metal of their Neurolink starting to glow as if it were in a furnace of some kind. “A-ahh…”
The raw umber tone cascaded upwards from their neck and began overlaying their face. A couple clicks and cracks escaped from their skull as it began to restructure itself, becoming larger in size while reshaping into a more rectangular shape. This was accentuated by their jawline broadening and chiseling into a more square-like formation. Fuzz then began to poke out of their face, starting at the base of their chin and above their upper lip before quickly spreading across their entire jawline. As it grew the fuzz that was on their jaw thickened, a spiky-style of facial hair being born from that thickening. Pointed clumps of beard hair just poking out in various directions based on the placement on their face. Although it did result in a rather thick and fluffy beard that adorned their shifting face.
Of course as their beard formed there had been other features of their face that shifted as well. Their nose became a bit more angular as the dorsum of it broadened and became rectangular. Their eyebrows thickened into large bushes as the hairs on them became a deep black and the furthest ends of them became a bit pointed. Then came the various scars that formed across their face. One over their left brow, one that slashed into a small bit of the left side of their beard, and a few scars that ran across the left side of their head and neck.
The most major of changes came with their hair however. A deep red had overtaken the typically indigo coloration as the follicles had quickly undergone the process of shortening themselves. Long flowing locks of hair retracting into their scalp, meanwhile at the sides of their head the fluff would practically shave itself down to a buzz. The top of their head was different however as once it reached a sufficient length it began to heavily restyle itself. Fluffy hairs mixing together into more rigid clumps that had a certain look of messy spikiness to them that granted their hair an almost flame-like appearance. Such a change ran from the apex of their head down to the back, the new style only being describable as a messy, fiery fauxhawk.
“Mmff…” they moaned, head continuing to pound with strange thoughts and memories that they hadn't had before. The familiarity of this place was becoming overwhelming, and his negative self-image of himself was growing. Wasn't he a different person a few minutes ago? Why does it feel like he's always been like this?! “I-I’m… A… whuh…”
He blinked a few times. He's forgetting something crucial. He could've sworn his name was on the tip of his tongue.
“Finalizing Hephaestus Protocol…” the cube said from a few feet away.
“R-right, I'm… Hephaestus…” such an admission felt weird to him. Like he was still forgetting something major. “W-why does that cube look like the ones from my Antibody P-program…?”
Hephaestus stopped clinging to the engine’s railing, then stepped forward before momentarily losing balancing and stumbling. His brain feels a bit out of sync with his prosthetics for some reason. Like he's not used to them just yet, although his mind is on the cusp of familiarity with them. “Ugh, c-come on!”
He stabilizes himself and steps forward again, oddly unaware of his ripped up clothing or the fact that it was now in the process of fixing itself. His undershirt seemed to completely slip off his body before dissipating into nothingness. Meanwhile his jacket remained, resizing to fit his bigger form while restitching itself to seal all the holes that his growth had caused. The lower ends of the jacket seemed to merge with his pants somehow, followed by the material of both that and the legwear shifting into a harder and more leathery texture. This had also caused the generally indigo shading of his clothing to shift to a brownish-gray instead. The jacket’s lapel shrunk away as the collar raised and folded into a different type of collar. Meanwhile the jacket’s split formed metallic teeth that trailed down to meet with his pants zipper.
Changes soon began to ramp up. Sleeves rolled themselves up to his elbows while both pant legs rolled up to his knees, which had revealed the ruddy white interior of his new jumpsuit. Shoulder and breast pockets formed out from the material, and one of the breast pockets came pre-packed with a bunch of pens. Orange highlights also formed on the apex of the jumpsuit, alongside a series of diagonal orange stripes on the left leg that came with the name ‘KAMATA’ printed beneath them. His belt had somehow not been merged into the leather and instead bulked up before a bunch of pouches materialized to hang from it. All of these pouches came pre-packed as well, although this time with a large array of tools. Lastly came his footwear, shoes fixing themselves up before enlarging to fit his new feet. The deep blue tone shifted to brown while the tongue became orange, held down by orange and white shoe strings that crossed each other multiple times. While the bottom of each shoe became a messy white rubber, the cap of both of them ballooned into a hardened steel toe exterior. But perhaps the weirdest of any of these changes would come to the neurolink as the almost superheated orange came to its final culmination: igniting itself into a burst of flames. An eternal flame just casually engulfs the side of Hephaestus' face, and he doesn't even do so much as to react to it. All he feels is the nice warmth of it layer onto his body.
The heavy steps of Hephaestus’ new footwear echoed through the air of the workspace as the man finally managed to lumber over to the cube. “S-strange, I don't recall ever making a ph-physical version of these…” he remarked as he took hold of the cube. He would analyze it for a few seconds before casually tapping the side with his own face on it. “What are you-”
“The blank side has been doubled tapped,” the cube interrupted. “Disengaging Manifold.”
Then in just seconds the entirety of the Kamata Technical University's Workshop seems to dispel like some kind of hologram in front of Hephaestus' eyes. He watches in a mix of vivid curiosity and concern. “W-what the fuck-” was the only thing he stammered out as a reaction. In mere moments the familiarity is lost to him as the workshop his brain has numerous memories of is lost, instead taking on the appearance of some kind of living room.
“Manifold disengaged,” the cube in his hand said. “Please allow thirty minutes of downtime to recharge systems.”
“Manifold?” Hephaestus asked, tilting his head in curiosity. “It was able to c-create some kind of virtual simulation of Kamata. Maybe-”
Something then buzzed in a back pocket of the lower portion of his jumpsuit. Hephaestus lets out a startled yelp before panickedly patting around the location and pulling out some kind of smartphone. Although it looked nothing like the one he usually used. “Wha- who's is- huh??”
Turning on the phone the man was greeted with a single text message displaying on the screen.
MikeS💛
Leaving work soon! Looking forward to seeing that cube thing you said you got :3
Hephaestus' eyes narrowed as he looked at the screen. “Mike…?” He then turned his head towards the Manifold. “Cube thing. Hm…”
Gears began to turn in his mind. He'd probably be able to reverse engineer this Manifold in order to properly learn how it functioned. Perhaps he could even manipulate it to such a manner he could make it do what he wanted. What exactly the limitations of that are, he wasn't quite sure yet, but that's why he's going to look into the make of it in the first place! And as for that Mike guy, well… he isn't opposed to having one or two live test subjects for this.
A slight smile formed on Hephaestus’ face at the thought of that. This was accompanied by a single stray thought: he's going to have to find a way to bring Talos here with this thing.
Just a heads up, all the TFs I upload this week will be featuring my boyfriend!
Original Description:
Story commission.
This was a rather fun one to write! I've been wanting to do a Monty TF for a long while now so I'm really glad I was given the chance to actually do so. Admittedly I still feel like I'm still not the best at robot TFs due to how complicated they tend to be, but I think I did relatively well here. Especially since it plays with some concepts that I typically don't usually do in my writing. Plus writing out that reality shunt felt really satisfying. Makes me want to do more mirror shattering in TFs!
Now my question is does this count as a sequel to my Glamrock Freddy TF from a few years ago...
One of the worst parts of having to use glasses has to be when you have to obtain a new pair for one reason or another. If you just had your prescription changed you have to undergo multiple processes to get a different set of glasses alongside the week of waiting for your sight to adjust. On the other hand if your current pair were to break and you had no backups you would have to jury rig some kind of temporary fix as you await a new pair to arrive. And while both of these events do not happen very often for glasses users, when they do have to happen it always feels like the most annoying series of weeks in one’s life.
Recently Arti had been experiencing the broken glasses part of the two examples. The initial incident had only happened a few weeks back where one of the temples got snapped from its hinge after the glasses slipped off the back of their head and into the path of their wheeled desk chair. That had luckily been the only major damage it had sustained, but it meant they had to order a new pair of glasses to replace the broken ones. They also had to tape the temple back on as a temporary fix which had its own selection of issues such as the temple breaking off at the slightest movement or their hair sticking onto the tape’s glue.
That was only the endeavor they had been experiencing throughout the past few weeks. The relief they had felt when they got the arrival date for the replacement glasses was only surpassed by the relief they experienced when they heard the doorbell of their home ring to signal the parcel had arrived. Finally would they be free from the mild inconvenience of a broken sight aid!
Then Arti had opened the relatively small box, the relief they had experienced being squashed by pure confusion. “What the hell…?”
They brought out and held up the single object within the box to their face. It was a pair of glasses, but it was not the kind you'd wear to deal with your myopic eyesight. Instead of being rounded rectangles like glasses usually possess, the frames were shaped like five-pointed stars. The lenses lacked perfect clarity and were instead tinted a deep purple. Judging by the feel of the temples in their hand the entirety of the framing also seemed to be composed of plastic. In general these glasses felt like some kind of pair of decorative shades or something and were far from what Arti had ordered.
“Took an eternity to even order these things too,” Arti commented in mild frustration. Now they'd have to go through the process of ordering another replacement and send this back. Yet another series of inconveniences to add to the heightening pile it seems.
They continued to stare at the oddly-shaped sunglasses for another few seconds. While they were displeased with this result, Arti still felt like it would be a waste not to try them at least once. The object looked rather stupid, yes, but it's not like they'd ever go out of their way to buy something like this of their own volition. So why not wear them for a short bit and see just how dumb it would look?
With that in mind Arti headed to the nearest place in their house with a mirror. Predictably this was going to be within the bathroom. Once in front of a spot where they could look at themselves properly, Arti slipped off their shoddily taped glasses and replaced them with the star-framed ones. Expectedly the shaded spectacles looked ridiculous on the young enby’s face.
There was something amusing about it at the very least. Arti couldn't help but smile slightly at the sight. Although the lenses were far from being up to their prescription and even with these on, things looked blurry. It made for a good five seconds of silliness though.
“Hm, I wonder what Mike would say if I sent him a picture of me with these on…”
As they mused to themselves Arti had been left oblivious to one thing thanks to the remaining blurriness. That was the appearance of a pair of sparks of red-colored electricity jaggedly moving themselves along both the temples of their new eyewear. The two crimson bolts spiraled around the extensions until it reached the glasses’ hinge, in which they would promptly zap into the sides of Arti’s head and give them a sudden shock.
“Crap-” Arti stepped back a bit, raising up a hand and placing it onto the side of their head. Another second then passed before they started feeling their eyes twitch slightly. “The fuck’s going on with my…”
Their statement trails off as they take notice of something impossible happening to their vision. It seemed to actually be improving at a slow and steady rate. The blurriness of their surroundings just casually being lost as everything was slowly coming into proper focus!
Arti began to stammer in astonishment. “What the- why- how??”
Of course with how the glasses were tinted Arti hadn't noticed the irises of their eyes was shifting away from their usual indigo and warming to a bright red. What they did end up noticing was a weird tingly feeling overtaking their body. This was followed by what seemed like small sparks of red emanating from their form and through their clothing. They looked down at their body to inspect all of these events going on, but were almost instantly greeted by a very freaky change of sort that had begun to happen to their hand.
Purple. A shade of purple had crept onto the back of it. Even worse was that purple hue was spreading across their skin, overtaking the once pale tone with ease. A glance at their other hand seemed to prove it was mirroring this color change as well. After a few more seconds however Arti realized something else was happening alongside the color changes as well. Wherever the purple spread it looked as if the appearance of their skin smoothed out in a way. Like the actual fleshy appearance of it was lost, organicness replaced with a sleek look of artificial creation. And with how their hand was splayed they could even watch as the muscles that arise on the back of the hands seemed to completely and utterly lose visibility. What remained was perfect and purple-colored smoothness.
Arti felt as if they couldn't just stare and decided to actually feel the discolored segment of their hand, the enby taking note of how stiff their fingers had seemed to begin feeling as they did so. But the moment the fingers of one hand touched the dorsal area of the other they could instantly tell just what their skin had become.
“Plastic!?”
A plastic-like substance at least. Sleek texture with a hard feeling to it. That didn't even seem to be the only major loss of organicness either. The longer Arti stared at each hand, the more changes that ensued. The stiffness in their hands was proven to be a byproduct of the transformation as they bore witness to their fingers segmenting. Skin-turned-plastic splitting around itself to reveal some kind of metallic ball-shaped joint. First was where the fingers met the hand itself, and the second was at the joint halfway through the fingers. Furthermore once they split at that joint it seemed like the discoloration changed instantly. Instead of purple their shifting skin tinted into a plain green color. Even their fingernails weren't left unscathed as they grew longer and thicker, alongside sharpening. They had even darkened, each of their fingers now being tipped with a deep black claw.
The last major change that entered their hands was one of size. By the time their palms began to harden, the overall size of each hand was increasing in width, length, and thickness. Larger and larger, becoming such a size that they were already looking pretty intimidating. This was further exacerbated by the fact that their fingers were plumping up as well. Becoming increasingly thicker alongside the surprising change of two fingers on each hand merging together and leaving Arti with four fingers per hand. Inorganic, thick, clawed, powerful. Just staring at their hands gave them a mixed feeling of astonishment and fear.
Then the changes began to move across their wrists and beneath the sleeves of their jacket. Another split entered their wrist to properly divide their hands and forearms, which was then followed by the flesh of their arms hardening into green plastic. As this occurred the region expanded in diameter and circumference, bulking up in size to fit the new proportions of their hands. This had caused the sleeves of their jacket to begin filling out a bit, folds smoothing out as their arms thickened up. Both forearms also seemed to garner one additional change in their lower halves. A thick, black stripe formed an inch or two above their wrist. Where the stripe formed the plastic rose in elevation while dull, silver-colored spikes formed to give this addition the appearance of a spiked bracelet.
Their upper arms wouldn't be left unscathed. Another divide split their forearm region from their upper arm, meanwhile the joint that made up their elbow morphed into a large green metal sphere. The same tone of green etched into the skin of their upper arm as the plastic shifting progressed. Smoothness only continued to overtake their limbs, enhancing the artificial feel that was etching into their body. It would be more apt to call the plastic forming around them some kind of chassis as it seemed their muscles and bones weren't exempt from this loss of organic feel. Biceps and triceps morphing into thick wiring, bones becoming a series of metal rods, all of which supposed a bulky plating that was thicker than their limbs had normally been. There even seemed to be rectangular incisions forming within the sides of their upper arm plating which seemed to be some kind of portion of the chassis that could be removed.
The sight of their sleeves filling up had prompted Arti to try and roll one up. It was proving difficult though as their limbs had already grown enough in size to make their jacket begin to feel smaller. Although they quickly became distracted by what seemed to be growths arising on their shoulders and tagging the apex of their sleeves even more.
By the time the creeping plastic segmented their shoulders and formed yet another metallic sphere for a joint, the green seemed to shift back to purple on the spot where the shoulder met the torso. This change in color came with a rise in their chassis that extended outwards from each end. The way this formation seemed to be shaped already gave it the appearance that Arti was gaining a pair of shoulder pads of all things. And considering the size of them it didn't take long for them to bust through their sleeves and reveal themselves.
The way the bathroom light shined over the purple plastic only continued to make Arti feel weirded out. “What the fuck is going on with me!?”
A slight groan then escaped Arti’s throat as they felt a series of compressions and aches surge across and within their torso. Hidden beneath their undershirt was more of that wave of green plastic washing over their front and back. At the furthest sides of their body it maintained a deep green coloration. However as it converged closer onto their chest the shade of green took on a lighter shade. At the same time it seemed like their chest was expanding in a way, growing forwards and filling their shirt out more than it had prior. But it didn't seem to be expanding with muscle of any kind. Seeing as the more the green overtook their body the smoother their form became, and the more they felt their internals shift and churn thanks to the mechanizing of their form. Beneath the casing was just more and more wiring replacing their muscles while their skeleton continuously became metallic.
The lower half of Arti’s body wasn't exempt from these changes either. While the upper half seemed to be one concise segment of chassis, the moment the changes reached a two-thirds point of their body a dividing seam formed between their chest and abdomen. Greens would easily jump from their upper torso to their lower, but as plastic overtook their flesh it became increasingly evident that their abdominal region was garnering a certain hollowness to it that it didn't have prior. As if their vestigials had just been disappearing or melding into their machinery.
Arti could only step back a bit, placing a robotic hand onto the sink as they clutched their abdomen. It didn't hurt, none of this had necessarily hurt. It had only really felt like a constant barrage of pressures and aches but nothing that was outright painful. Such a thing added a certain level of surrealness to the young enby’s transformation.
“D-damn it-” Arti grunted out. They still were having trouble grasping just what was going on. How could a pair of glasses just cause something like this to happen to their body!? Were they becoming some kind of cyborg, or were they just transforming fully into a robot?? Neither felt like the most promising of outcomes!
They could still feel their form getting larger. As if by the time their spine started to shift they were forced to get taller. Five foot nine, ten, eleven. All the while their body seemed to get wider and larger as if to fit a newly established change in proportions. As if despite the fact they didn't seem to be becoming something organic they were still getting some kind of body type that would replicate a build that could be defined as broad, muscular even. An obvious difference from their previously skinny, twinkish body.
It had also meant that their shirt would finally begin tearing from the strain being put onto it. Horizontal rips forming across the deep indigo fabric to reveal the bright green of their plastic underbelly. They couldn't tell if they wanted to be fascinated or disturbed. It didn't help that they could also begin to see what seemed to be seams forming around their neck as well to signal that it too was beginning to be consumed by the roboticizing.
That in itself caused a growl to escape their throat. A primal sound that was layered in a mechanical undertone. “N-need to reverse this-” they stated, eyes twitching a few times as they spoke. Their voice seemed to be getting equally as primal, alongside getting deeper as well it seemed. Their mind was even picking up a strange hint of natural aggression entering their vocal tone as well. They tried to ignore that for now though, they had to focus on undoing all of this. And seeing as the glasses had to be the cause of this…
Arti started lifting up a hand until it was close enough to one of the glasses’ temples. But just seconds before they could try and rip the accessory off their face their body was forced to endure another mounting in pressure, this time in their rear.
The lower half of their body had already been in the process of transforming by this time. It started with a large black colored band circling their waist, raising a bit from their plastifying skin while gaining dull silver spikes and a silver rectangle that emulated a belt buckle. Beneath this makeshift belt the greens started to layer the area under their waist and shift into a pattern of light and dark shades that emulated the appearance of scale-textured pants. The same smoothness that overtook their body consumed this region as well by smoothing out their groin and rear in quick succession. But none of this was the cause of the spontaneous pressure grown, that came with formation of some kind of bump in the rear portion of their waist chassis. The pressure continuously mounted as the growing bump strained against the back of their pants, just trying it's best to escape the denim confines. A good few seconds passed, Arti uncomfortably growling all the while, before the loud sound of something bursting out of their pants echoed through the bathroom walls followed by an equally as loud sound of plastic hitting the hard-tiled ground.
Looking behind them, Arti was greeted by a tail. The appendage seemed to be divided into five cylinders split with seams that revealed spherical joints. Each cylinder was green in coloration and adorned with spikes atop them. It was obvious that this tail was some kind of reptilian one more than anything else.
“H-how!?” was the only response they could formulate by this point. Everything was just getting weirder by the second and they couldn't keep track of it all anymore. Their attention would also quickly be diverted again by the sound of the buckle of the belt they were wearing snapping alongside the button of their jeans breaking off. Their waist had finally seemed to widen enough to force them to their limits, and they could practically feel the aches in their legs as the segmenting and changes finally reached the limbs.
The transformation of their legs was effectively the same as it had been in their arms. Diameter steadily increasing as the now scale-like painting adorned the plastic chassis of their upper legs. All the while their quad and hamstrings muscles were yet again shifted into wiring that coiled around their lengthening and metal-shifting leg bones. Their knees would be reduced to another ball joint as the upper region was divided from the leg’s crus, which had also been in the process of being transformed. Their pants steadily filled up more as their legs bulked up in size and increased in circumference. And while they didn't rip apart, the lengthier size of the limbs caused their legwear to ride up the lower half of their legs a bit.
The most drastic change came with their feet. The color changes yet again shifted from green to purple. The size of both feet steadily increased, this thickening quickly becoming tangible beneath their shoes as various portions of each foot indented into the footwear. The sides and top of each shoe bloating while the toecap seemed to practically swell in size from the way their toes pressed into it. Even more bizarre was as the bumps representing each toe grew more prevalent it seemed like the amount of them lowered. First it was five, then four, then three massive bumps. Then a few more seconds passed and in one quick instance their shoes just exploded. Clothy shrapnel flew through the air as their much larger and thicker feet were released from the confines of footwear. And larger didn't seem to be an understatement either as it seemed each foot practically doubled in size and thickness from this transformation. The final adornment they would get was the attainment of black claws that promptly unsheathed out of each toe.
Heavy steps sounded as Arti continuously readjusted themselves. They would guess they were a little over six feet now and they were not used to it. Then again it's impossible to get used to any of this.
Another growl escaped through increasingly mechanizing throat. They could feel the internals of their neck tingle and itch, throat moreso as they felt constant pins and needles in their vocal cords. No doubt it was becoming some kind of voice box.
“I need to stop getting distracted!” Arti frustratedly said as they slammed their fist into the sink.
Their voice had basically stopped its fluctuation by now. It was fully deep, fully mechanical. Its tone was overtaken with vibes of combativeness and arrogance that seemed to straight up be programmed into it by now. That had to be a sign of some kind of indicator of what was to come. They were already eighty percent transformed at this point. They had constantly just been watching their transformation and not doing the one thing they knew could probably do to undo it. And who knows what'll happen once their whole body was transformed. They could practically feel their face begin to pressurize now…
Now with some sense of resolve Arti lifted up a hand again and grasped onto the glasses. Without any hesitation they yanked them off their face with such an amount of force that you would assume the glasses could have been glued to their face! But as they brought the glasses downwards and away from their face they were given no clear indicator that the transformation stopped. They were just granted with the piercing crimson gaze of their improved eyes in the mirror’s reflection.
That and the still-mounting pressure in their skull.
“Damn it…”
The changes to their skull then properly kicked in. Plastic began to crawl from their neck and onto their head while their face started pushing forward. The way their face was morphing was instantly noticeable as them growing a muzzle with just how it was elongating outwards. This was further noticeable with the way their nose was meshing into the upper portion of the muzzle, the nostrils flaring and enlarged as they poked out the muzzle’s apex while the cartilage-turning-plastic practically reshaped to take on a more animalistic appearance that would fit Arti’s new facial shape. It also seemed the further forward the muzzle pushed the more its shape became noticeable reptilian. Almost boxy upper jaw and a more triangular lower jaw, both divided from each other by a seam. Their lower jaw had also taken on a lighter shade of green while the upper half and rest of their face took on the darker shade.
The muzzle they were growing wasn't the only portion of their face that was shifting into being more animalistic. By the way their head was stretching to the size and reshaping it seemed the transformation was hellbent on making their entire skull adopt this practically gator-like appearance. They could even feel their teeth change within their mouth, each and every one becoming staggeringly sharper than they had ever been while each tooth started varying in length to the point the inside of their mouth just looked asymmetrical. It also felt like their tongue had dried as it practically fused into the plastic of their lower jaw as well.
What was one of the more overt changes is what happened to their hair. Typically long and fluffy-textured, their hair seemed to be rapidly pulling into their head as the inorganicness crept across their scalp. Deep indigo follicles shrinking away into pure nothingness, easily replaced by the sleek green smoothness of their plastic casing. Although as the waves of plastic began to converge closer to the middle of their scalp something different happened to their hair. Instead of disappearing it ended up shorting upwards, practically restyling away from its lengthy and floofed appearance to something much different. Follicles thickened, merged as organic cells reshifted into plastic at an atomic level, as the color of their hair brightened to red. All the while the style of what remained of their hair ended up organizing itself to a perfectly, practically geometrically cut mohawk that had the exact same plasticky texture as the rest of their entire body.
At the same time as their hair changes, Arti was left to watch what remained of their human facial attributes disappear. Their ears shrunk away into nothingness with holes shut by the plastic. Eyebrow hair melted into black plastic that would serve as their new eyebrows. As their eyelids got consumed the color of them had shifted to purple instead. All while it seemed their eyes just slightly sunk into their skull as if they weren't apart of the casing that made up their head. Opening their jaw would prove that something was going on deep within their head. As if their actual skull had been reduced to an extension of some kind of endoskeleton that was hard to see.
Would that mean their brain had been mashed into circuitry? Their consciousness now being streams of data and strings and code?
“I'm a… robot now…” Arti said. Were they stunned? Were they defeated? They weren't sure what to do about this. How to handle it. All they wanted was a new pair of glasses, damn it!
Right, the glasses. Arti had still been holding them in their hand. The very object that started their transformation. All they could do was just unhand them and let them drop to the ground.
At the very least it seemed Arti’s vision had improved. Perfectly clear, they had thought. Although for some reason the world around them just felt wobbly. Like the walls and ground were beginning to melt and swirl. They weren't sure if that was actually happening or if their newly mechanical vision just had some weird additions to it.
They were sure of one thing though. They were confused, and they were pissed.
Looking at their reflection in the mirror their eyelids dropped a bit to morph their expression into one of frustration. Arti then lifted up a fist and proclaimed, “God fucking damn it!” before ramming the fist into the glass of the mirror to shatter it. The sound of glass breaking echoes off the walls of the room. It echoes through the walls. Because as the mirror shattered, the reality around Arti does as well.
They were quick to notice the room beginning to break, but all they could do was watch in pure confusion. “W-what the-”
The world then broke. The walls, the ceiling, the floor, it all broke apart into glass-like shards and fell away. Even what remained of the clothing Arti had worn was seemingly burning away into reality-warped shards. The ground beneath Arti rapidly destabilized because of this, the ground opening up into an endless void. They only had a few seconds to register what was going on before everything fell into the void, them alongside with it.
“GRRAAAGHHHHH!!!!!”
For about fifteen agonizing seconds Arti was left to fall down into darkness. Fear strongly gripped in their circuitry as they truly didn't know what was happening. A subjection to purgatory, a condemnation to Hell, something they couldn't truly register. At least that was how it was for that quarter minute. Everything abruptly halted once their back slammed onto the cold hard ground of a room that practically materialized around them in an instant.
“SHIT-”
A beep promptly went off in their head, followed by an automated message. “Swearing is not permitted on Fazbear Entertainment premises.”
Arti blinked a few times before letting out a groan. “Wha…? The hell do you mean Fazbear Entertainment…”
Another beep followed by the same automated message. What's worst is they could tell it's coming from inside their mind. They didn't want to grasp the implications of that right now though. Instead they started to sit up and take a look around.
It didn't take long for them to notice that the room they were in felt massive. Metallic shelves with various boxes seemed to line the area they had fallen into. Considering the close proximity they were to the ground they could also tell that the place was pretty dusty as well. If they were to hazard a guess they believe they're in some kind of storage room. That did not make this situation any less purplexing…
Another beep played in their mind followed by the automated voice. “Our sensors have detected that animatronic 5 [Montgomery Gator] is currently in Storage Room B…”
An eyelid raised. “Montgomery Gator?? I-I’m not-”
The void just ignored Arti and continued. “Please be aware that we are in operating hours. Prolonged periods of time outside of your designated pathing may result in your programming being deemed faulty. If this is to occur-”
“I'm not Montgomery Gator! I'm-”
“-you will be reprogrammed or scrapped. Please return to your designated pathing in [10 minutes]. Thank you.”
Faulty programming? Reprogramming?! Arti let out a frustrated sigh. “What the fuck have I been put into…”
Beep. “Swearing is not-”
“Yeah, yeah…” Arti interrupted with a growl. They didn't necessarily want to be reprogrammed, so their only bet right now is to return to their designated pathing. And as they thought that an internal map of the establishment they were in projected in their mind almost instantly.
“Jeez, how did I even know that-” they muttered in surprise. Analyzing their internal map Arti started their trek to where they're apparently supposed to be. Their steps echoed through the storage room as they did so, the human-turned-animatronic trying to think of just how to tackle all of this.
They surmised that if they wanted to avoid reprogramming they might as well try their best to pretend to be this Montgomery Gator for as long as they could. Perhaps if they were lucky they could find some way to reverse all of this. Although they would be lying if they said they weren't hoping this was some kind of fucked up dream.
So forward Arti walked to a new life. One that they could only hope was going to be temporary…
This was initially a commission for YGuy99 on FurAffinity, but spiraled into more of a collaboration.
Furthermore, a downloaded PDF with proper formatting has been uploaded on his page. It can be accessed here.
This has admittedly been a few months in the making! I admittedly know next to nothing about Fullmetal Alchemist but truthfully after writing this I am very much tempted to get into it. Although I will note that I mainly handled the writing of the initial draft, and a lot of the descriptive systems present in this story were fully handled by the commissioner. Honestly though I feel like he really improved the story in every way with everything he added! But I do thank him a ton for the initial commissioning, especially because this was a really fun story to do.
Rated Mature for mild usages of mature descriptive systems and themes.
The sound of a door closing in a less-than-gentle manner resonates through the air of Wyatt’s bedroom, the young man the place belonged to having fully stepped in. The slam reflects less of a “welcome home” and more of a “thank god that’s over,” whatever “that” is. With a wistful sigh, he flicks the lightswitch, illuminating the space and allowing him a proper view of his bed.
Wyatt has been feeling many things since he got off work today. Exhausted, frustrated, worn-out physically and mentally. At a hyperbolic level, he relates it to coming back from war, a monthly war to pay rent on-time. Even worse, this has now become the standard cycle of events and emotions that arises from a typical workday at this job, a job that can only be described, generously, as a motley mix of banal and draining. Running around in circles like a rat race every day has been debilitating his mental state, digging him further and further into the doldrums.
Wyatt continues to stare at his bed, zoning out like a zombie. His instincts nudge him forward, but a lingering dread tethers him to his current spot. Bedtime… a source of healing comfort, but also the gateway to fast-forwarding into the next predictably unpredictable day. It doesn't feel particularly pleasant for the young man that his two modes nowadays flip between work and sleep, leaving hardly any time in-between for actual normal human stuff. That very thought would make him shudder, but his weary physical state only allows him to shuffle slightly where he stands. Not even enough energy to complain.
Still though. How much longer must he beat his head on the wall and slog through his current job to simply make ends meet until the next round? How much longer until the grueling loop of stress and exhaustion mounts up and becomes too much for him? How much until everything combined finally makes him snap? He knows it’ll only take one more bad interaction to cause a meltdown, to prompt him to quit, to get him fired. To force him into the only thing worse than his current situation: another nerve-wracking round of unemployment.
As hard as Wyatt tries to count his blessings, he’s built up some unfortunate resentment, stemming from trying to force himself to constantly feel grateful for such a palled, monotonous existence, solely on the basis of the alternative being that much worse. From counting blessings to counting days, hours, minutes… how much longer? Isn’t he meant for more than this?
The mental bombardment of such answerless questions do not uplift Wyatt whatsoever. It simply seals his fate. This sense of resignation gently, forcefully guides him to limp towards his bed, like a set of invisible puppet strings. He pulls out his phone during this mental spiral in order to set tomorrow morning’s alarm. At least he's gotten used to doing things off of five to six hours of sleep alone. That has to mean something, right?
After setting the alarm to 5:30 AM, his exhaustion takes over, seasoned with dread, and he properly collapses onto the bed, not even taking the trouble to remove his work uniform. Doesn’t really matter if he’s just going straight back anyway, or so he convinces himself.
Naturally, he expects to feel nothing but the softness of his blankets and the inviting allure of the mattress to beckon him closer upon it. However, whatever comfort he could cling to breaks in an instant. Something small pokes into his torso, accompanied by the sound of some crinkling paper.
“Wha…?” Wyatt musters the strength to roll leftwards and onto his back, then properly sitting up to investigate. His expression changes to one of confusion when he sees what it is.
He takes his left hand and picks up the object, finding it to be a simple chess piece. It’s a white rook specifically, shaped like a castle tower, and as he holds it, the fine material surprises him even further. It’s very cold, as if made of marble, and with a closer look, he deduces that may very well be the case. It’s a very lovely piece, but a rather strange find for Wyatt nonetheless, seeing as he doesn’t really play chess. Any set he’s owned has long since found its way into storage, so he can’t begin to speculate where this thing came from. If someone’s lost it, then they surely miss it.
Not long after does he look back at the spot again and fully notice some kind of note that the chess piece had come with. He picks that up as well, realizing that the note is made of some kind of elegant parchment paper, while the writing on it is etched in dark ink and has an equally-as-refined handwriting, as if scribed with a quill. As he reads through it, he can’t help but notice a distinct air of sophistication, as if someone very important is speaking directly, personally to him.
“You are the rook. A team player who wields both physical strength and tactical prowess. The rook moves vertically and horizontally across the board, as far as it wants to. You are a stalwart force in all capacities, and those who underestimate you on appearances come to regret it in the end. This will make sense soon enough.”
“The heck does any of that mean?” asks Wyatt. His gaze revolves between the note and the chess piece as he fully questions everything about this obtuse observation. The rook and the parchment are obviously related, but how they got here is a complete mystery to him. A part of him wonders if this is some weird work thing he accidentally took home, but he doubts he wouldn't have noticed a small sheet of paper, much less a whole chess piece, stuck to him during his drive home. Furthermore, he usually locks his door, and the thought of someone just breaking in to give him this cryptic message feels a little absurd, yet still unsettles him nonetheless. Stuff like this doesn't spontaneously manifest out of thin air! Maybe he’d received this in the mail earlier, though he’s sure he’d remember as such. Or, or maybe…
From there, Wyatt slides down a mental spiral, brainstorming a viable reason behind this. While his eyes peruse the mysterious note, he also unconsciously rubs the chess piece with his thumb. In his fixation, he fails to notice a pressure welling up within that hand. Small at first, easy to ignore as his focus remains elsewhere, but increasing as seconds pass.
This strange pressure precursors the odd transformation starting to set in. Each finger of his left hand, initially fairly average, is steadily getting thicker, the length of each finger also extending forward. His knuckles crack and pop gently, his fingertips blunting and enlarging with the rest of his digits. Whatever is happening to Wyatt’s fingers works its way into the rest of that hand, starting a process of swelling. The mounting pressure makes that hand more firm, more meaty in comparison to its previous appearance. Even the skin under his fingers and on his palm gains more prominence, padding up, becoming soft and tough. After a short moment, Wyatt’s hand would look disproportionate, like it belongs more on someone much beefier than himself.
Though he’s stayed oblivious up to that point, the amalgamation of sensations within his hand has grown way too much for the beleaguered young man to ignore. Another tinge of pressure finally breaks his daze, and he turns his head.
“Why is my hand so- wh- what the-”
Wyatt is pierced by shock. He completely disregards the note and drops the rook as he takes a proper look, comparing both hands in a panicked fervor. The left one has already become so much larger than the right one, meatier and stronger in appearance. He cringes. It looks so wrong. Without hesitation, the pressure sensation migrates upwards and layers on and around the forearm, starting to blow it up.
Wyatt can only think of one thing to say: “What is happening to me!?”
He panics at the sight of his arm relentlessly growing with each passing second, condensing and contracting what he soon realizes to be his muscles. Wyatt’s always been a lean-built person, rather slender, but judging by his arm, that will be changing fast. His brow raises in confoundment as muscle mass quickly accumulates, thickening and bulging out from that limb as if forcing it through years of hard body work in seconds. It’s not painful, but not comfortable, either, like a deep, deep massage. The ridges that divide the muscles entrench themselves within his forearm, the clear musculature forming in his upper arm not long after.
The young man still adorns his work uniform, and as his upper arm swells, one of the short sleeves of his shirt strains against it, his bicep and tricep burning with raw strength and rapidly maturing with what feels like an instant series of workouts. Then, his deltoid rounds out, further developing through this sudden increase in power. Muscle doesn’t seem to be the only thing growing either; not long after, the ridges that divide his newly-defined muscles begin to fill up a bit. A pudgy softness wraps around the raw strength, bits of fat circling his arm, giving it a smoothness that it wouldn’t possess if it had stayed purely muscular.
The sleeve that contains this arm is quick to fit to form, struggling to contain its widening diameter. It doesn’t take long for Wyatt to pick up on this as a couple of rips pierce the air, a tear beginning to stretch on the shirt from above the bicep, slowly arcing around the sleeve.
“Uhhh-” Wyatt vocalizes, his mind trying to properly comprehend what’s going on. Why is he buffing up!? He can't help but shakily lift his currently unchanged right arm, curious, yet terrified at what’s now happening to his body. Gently, he strokes the firm mix of muscle and fat his altered left arm has garnered.
Unfortunately, this triggers a similar pressure that emerges in the other hand, followed by that same sensation pouring forth from his left shoulder to his torso. Helplessly absorbing these sudden feelings, he watches the fingers of his right hand pulsate, gradually bubbling as they too begin to thicken, becoming sausage-like. The changes in this arm mostly mirror those in the other. However, while his right sleeve fills out like the last, he is interrupted, rudely, by a queasy churning in his midsection. Wyatt grimaces as his stomach gurgles ominously. He feels sick.
“Oh no…”
Wyatt keels over, crunching onto his bed like someone’s dropped an anvil on him. He rolls and writhes in discomfort, trying not to scream as yet another series of changes billows into his torso region. In these excruciating moments, he doesn’t notice the fabric on the rest of his shirt tightening, starting to bulge around his entire upper body.
Wyatt’s body, for that matter, isn’t anything special. To his credit, in spite of his inconsistent workout routine, he still maintains a good physique, lean and athletic. His tall, toned frame of six-foot-one height and one-hundred and seventy-five pounds implies a healthy-enough lifestyle with plenty more room to grow. That growth is happening right now.
As the pressure heats up in his torso, his chest pushes out, gaining definition and packing hard muscle and size onto his breast. More and more, slowly but surely.
“Huff… huff…” Wyatt breathes heavily, almost panting as his newly hardened pec muscles squeeze up against his shirt, the developing cleavage cratering a canyon in the middle of the fabric. This chiseled muscle quickly pads itself up, blimping beneath another soft layer of fat, adding some moob-ish qualities. The two slabs of meat mound themselves larger, his nipples rounding out significantly, adjusting to the growth. This all gives his chest a much cushier appearance than before. He now carries much more power, the raw strength coursing around the tissue and fibers that call his chest home.
The bulk spills down from his boulder shoulders, and Wyatt can feel the back of his shirt rub up against his skin as the musculature behind him burgeons more each second. He groans and lurches forward, gripping his bedsheets with vigor as the sensation of more power pulsates beneath the pressure, expanding his trapezius and broadening his back. Such a mass increase between his back and front promptly causes the back of his shirt to start splitting open against his stronger dorsal build. He squints his eyes and grits his teeth, feeling his bulking frame tear through his work top at the seams, exposing more sections of bare skin by the moment.
“Great… there goes my uniform…”
The constant, relentless heaviness invading the young man’s body wracks itself into his very skeletal structure. An intrusive tugging sensation from both sides of his form causes his frame to widen fairly significantly. Before he can fully notice this, another sharp pop surges in his spinal cord, quickly followed by a squeezing sensation. Wyatt continues to grit his teeth, clenching his meaty mitts into tight fists as he rides the intense sensation compressing him downward.
Wyatt has always been a taller man; again, 6’1” in stature. However, the intense buzzing and popping sensation tells him that his height might be changing as well. Something seems to be squatting him down to a shorter height, shaving off inches, centimeters. He’s getting shorter.
All the while, the queasy, bloating pressure from before continues building within his stomach. This pressure soon turns into pain, and he groans again, clutching his abdomen and mustering whatever ugly noises he can to grind his way through this arduous process.
“Dude, guh…” Wyatt heaves, suppressing his nausea, beads of sweat dribbling on his forehead. “Wh… what the hell did I do to deserve this?”
His abs sizzle as they define themselves, rippling forward and gaining definition like the rest of his muscles up to now. One could possibly even see them indent the front of his shirt for a moment. However, this is not entirely the cause of this bloated, blazing stomach ache.
Shortly before Wyatt’s abs could fully finish their upgrade, the rest of his torso starts heaving itself forwards. This stops Wyatt dead in his tracks. He stares wide-eyed, breathing deeply and anxiously as the hem of his shirt rises slowly to reveal his swelling stomach, burying his abs underneath as if never even there. Predictably, he is accumulating more fat. His growing gut peeks out more and more below his shirt, becoming increasingly softer and rounder as the moments continue to drag. The bottom of his increasingly ill-fitting worktop pushes up more and more, failing against the drastic changes of the expanding employee.
“Pop… pop pop… shrp… shrrrpp…”
Judging by the cacophony below him, he concludes that the side stitching of his shirt is now tearing against his increasing wideness, though he can’t even look out of fear that adjusting his position will cause more damage. Yet, the discomfort grows too strong, and as Wyatt’s face reddens with strain, he is jolted by a loud SNAP, followed by instant relief. A heavy sigh slides smoothly from his throat. Once his shirt rises sufficiently, his gut hangs freely over the waistband of his jeans, still bubbling and gurgling with more weight, hiding his now broken belt from view. He now must weigh at least over two-hundred pounds and counting.
Laying back on the bed, the distraught young man swallows a lump in his throat. He shudders, some heat rushing to his cheeks, and with self-conscious curiosity, he slowly lifts up a changed hand and tenderly caresses his belly. The corpulent mound of flesh pins him against the mattress like a weighted blanket. Damn… it’s really warm. He grabs a chunk of it with his thicker palms, the soft thickness convincingly filling his hand, widening his grip as it continues swelling with taut adipose. By this point, his other arm has caught up in size to his left one, the man’s body having lost that awkward asymmetry it possessed at the start.
Now, though, his attention focuses more on the slight itching on his ball-shaped gut. It tickles a bit, blanketing across the surface of his skin. The heftier man fixates on the sight of an increasing amount of fuzz making its way across his fat tum. A light, but noticeable spread of hair sprouts up and along his stomach; not too much, but enough to add an interesting new layer to his exploratory belly rub. He can even feel an equal amount of itching on his chest, no doubt because it too is dusting with fuzz.
Despite the discomfort and lingering fear in his brain, Wyatt can't help but observe a sense of enjoyment, albeit a nervous one, at the sights and sensations of his much stockier build. The mixture of warm fat and rippling strength makes the man feel a certain attraction to his own form that he isn't sure he’s felt in a long while. He huffs quietly as his head spins, face warming up again as the flustered transformee resists his willingness to admit, much less accept, such positive emotions with this change.
“Mm, s-so… fat…” is all he can utter. Wyatt catches a slight tingle in his throat as the sentence ends. That final word sounded different, slightly rougher than before, but his focus span only lasts so long in these emotionally heightened moments, even if those emotions in question aren’t all that bad.
Then, with zest, the pressure hits his legs. His lower body buzzes with sensation and anticipation, and against his better judgment, he impulsively decides to stand up from his bed. Bad timing.
“W- whoa!” he huffs, the transition causing him to wobble a bit due to his significantly thicker size and shifting center of gravity. He waves his arms a bit to regain balance, feeling their new mass as it jiggles in tandem, though he secures himself and remains upright. Standing, however, will soon prove itself difficult during this portion of the change anyway. He shifts his gaze and bites his lip, finding the right vantage point to watch just how the lower half of his body would change.
The tugging at his sides rolls itself down to his hips, prompting Wyatt to rest his hands on them. Within his hands, his hip bones snap and pop, becoming wider. This would certainly hurt more if his belt hadn’t already shot off. Even so, the man shifts his stance subtly, widening his base to maintain balance and avoid top-heaviness. This new posture can’t help but feel more and more natural for him as the size of his lower body begins matching up with the top.
As Wyatt grasps his expanding hips, more overt physical changes cascade further downwards. The upper half of his work pants starts to fill, and the skin surrounding his thighs steadily bloats towards the stiff insides of his legwear. Beneath his skin, his muscles have, again, begun swelling up in size. Hands fall from his hips to his knees as more burning permeates his quadriceps and hamstrings. Wyatt’s enthralled eyes go wide again, locked onto his thighs bulging up and out in conjunction, their growth causing ridges to form in his skin that outline themselves pretty clearly. These ridges indent his sweatpants for a few seconds before ultimately smoothing out, more fat filling in comfortably, hulking his upper legs.
Perhaps the most interesting portion of these changes is contained to the back of this region. His rear. Wyatt shudders. He’s been anticipating this particular change; with the rest of his body growing out like it has, it’s only inevitable that his glutes would follow suit. They do not disappoint, as a compressing surge throws Wyatt back forward onto his bed, the hopelessly flustered man leaning onto the mattress for support. A soft vibrating and growing tightness tells him that his perfectly average rear has begun expanding dramatically. His deep breaths grow louder, more visceral. Overwhelmed by sensation, the man is left with no choice but to surrender to these more intimate portions of the shift.
“Gghhhhhh…” he grunts gruffly and heartily, his two lean cheeks bulking up into two thick, sturdy slabs of beef. His face flushes crimson, his rapidly fattening ass bulging out larger and heavier against the seat of his pants. His blush only deepens as he feels the back of his underwear fill out more and more, the fabric rubbing against his mounding, fleshy cheeks. Even the waistband visibly weakens, tensing desperately around his increasingly obvious crack. It’s just so much larger.
However, what really differentiates these changes is the individual pressure in each buttcheek, the fat within them continuing to gain, no end in sight. His ass… it keeps swelling up and up, far larger than anything he had before, rounder as well. This roundness gains quite some prominence as he continues to feel his butt bloat by the second. He somehow holds down a moan as the soft warmth squishes itself firmly up against both his underwear and the seat of his ill-fitting work pants. Even without the belt now, his pants are tight. Really tight.
Naturally, Wyatt grows curious. Too curious. The man turns his head once again, trying to capture every moment of the change as possible. It shocks him when he finally gets a good look, though it doesn’t exactly upset him. It’s already gotten so thick. Perhaps that shouldn't be too surprising, given that most of his entire body has bulked up as well. He’s much fatter now. His shocked expression softens a bit, and he even suppresses a smirk, his continued self-exploration accentuating the odd feeling of enjoyment he’s been trying to ignore…
…and yet, he can’t stop himself from putting a hand on his swelling rump and giving it a nice squeeze. He doesn’t even think about it. Wyatt catches himself blushing as he feels the growth beneath his very hand, layers of hefty mass filling out within his wide, firm palms. A sense of bliss overtakes him, overriding his anxiety for just this moment, allowing him time and space to indulge in this incredible experience.
“N… ngh… damn…” Wyatt is ashamed to admit his undeniable attraction to the changes, but he just can’t help it. It all just feels so good! Luckily, now, it seems the pressure is subsiding, the changes presumably slowing, but it’s clear that his ass has garnered quite the bubbly attribute that it had not possessed before! He finally readies to unhand his butt when…
Shrrrp!
This time, he fails to stifle his moan, and a deep, gruffer-sounding voice bellows from within. The familiar shredding sound informs him that his work pants are likely no more. His entire uniform has officially surrendered, though really, it never stood a chance. Ironically, Wyatt cares far less at this point, though another deep blush returns to his face as he feels the air conditioning breeze along his now-exposed rear, as well as some other open areas where the seams in his clothing have torn. Before he knows it, his hands lift back up, each one grabbing hold of a brawny chunk of bare ass meat underneath his briefs. He feels the heavy flab bunch up in his grip, soft and thick, the bulbous butt cheeks bristling with some more light fuzz that sprouts softly along the top. He purrs deeply and lovingly under his breath. Wow…
“I-I p-probably should've… mmff…” he averts his gaze from his butt, fully embarrassed, as if all hypothetical eyes are somehow on him. There’s no denying it anymore, no denying that display, that very chain of events turning him into the stocky hunk he’s becoming.
Wyatt just lets out a defeated sigh before he finally accepts it. “I really am enjoying this, aren't I!?”
Wait. That voice… It sounds familiar. He’s not sure though; maybe it’ll come to him.
At this point, the chunky brawn he’s gained is just impossible not to love. He relishes the feeling of this raw strength and size coursing through his form beneath the warm layers of soft, malleable fat. Such a stark contrast to how he used to look, and he knows that the pure suddenness of gaining such a form is something he should probably fear. He certainly did at the outset. At the same time, though, he truly can’t suppress his burgeoning love for gaining this wonderful body type. It just feels so good!
“...I should really get to a mirror,” Wyatt mutters to himself, twinging a bit at the tone. He swears his voice seems to deepen with each sentence he speaks. Deeper, lower, huskier. The faintest hints of a nasal brashness have been forming as well, as if his voice continuously teeters the border between maintaining its original sound and changing entirely to something brand new, divorcing itself from the bright, youthful tone he carried before. Again, too, he can’t shake the fact that he’s sounding ever so familiar.
For the time being, though, it’s not something he puts too much focus on. He still needs to get a real look at himself. The man pushes himself up from the bed and steps forward, hauling himself to the bathroom that’s connected to his bedroom. His running is still a bit wobbly, Wyatt still not fully used to his weighty form, each step landing heavier on the floor than he’s used to. This is not to mention that his legs are still finishing up their changes. The constant pressure beating in his bones doesn’t make movement an easy task, and amidst the shuffle, he can just barely see his height continuing to alter with his own eyes thanks to just how many more inches subtract off of him. Although it isn't exactly the largest reduction in height, it still feels sizable since, even though he can't calculate it himself, he feels he’s dropped down by about half a foot. Things just feel a little taller than before, like his new self would definitely be looking up at his old one.
There’s also the swelling within his calves as the crura of his legs grow as well. Calves, ankles, all within his lower legs, thickening like everything else. Again, this just means movement while transforming is a challenging endeavor.
Still, he finally manages his way into the bathroom, instinctually shutting the door and locking it before turning on the light. He heads towards the mirror as the familiar buzzing starts to permeate his skull. He looks down at his belly in front of him, wobbling a bit with each step, until he reaches the sink. Reluctantly, he lifts his aching head, and his jaw drops at what greets him in his reflection.
A wave of reactions and emotions swerves through his brain as Wyatt officially gets a good look at his changed form. Everything starts sinking in, and despite his initial concern, he can’t help but chuckle. It is rather humorous to see his relatively unchanged head on such a big, stocky body. This perspective is odd. However, that doesn't stop him from lifting one of his arms into a good flex, just to see how strong it looks. The biceps and brachioradialis contract themselves into a pronounced peak, showcasing his solid, bulking strength.
“Eheh, lookin’ good…” he compliments himself, a newfound sense of confidence warming his soul.
It isn’t long until another sensory interruption, this time in his shoes. Alerted to this new constriction, Wyatt decides to kick off his footwear before they could explode from his growing pair of feet. This already proves rather challenging, seeing as his foot size has already increased a fair amount. Both feet predictably grew larger, thicker, and meatier than they had used to be, and this negates the idea of “kicking” off his shoes. They’re getting stuck.
“C’mon… hrfff…” he digs his fingers between the heels of his shoes, and luckily, he finds just enough strength to pry them off with minimal damage.
His socks aren’t so lucky though. He can only watch as the cotton easily stretches around his expanding feet, his toes chunking up a bit, twitching and popping beneath the fabric. This fascinates him, and as he continues to hold one of his feet, some holes start to pop and stretch across the material of his stockings. Tiny bursts of material snap as each thick toe busts out the front end of each sock, his heels even tearing apart parts of the back end, as well. A few tears also stretched across the bridge of his feet, growing them much larger than before. Longer, wider, at least 12 inches, a true foot, maybe even more. This also gives Wyatt a glance at the slight increase in hair in these areas, flecks of fuzz blanketing the tops. He now owns a pair of two truly big feet.
That's when he notices that the color of that on his feet hair seems a bit off. Come to think of it, the color of his belly hair looks a bit different as well. Wyatt has always had auburn hair; not entirely red, but his numerous freckles certainly cement his status as a ginger. Even his body hair possesses a brownish-red tone to it, though as he observes in this moment, he interprets a lighter coloration of almost reddish-brown instead, just different enough to pique his interest.
“Eh…? O- OH!”
The ache in his head pounds back in full force. Entranced by the mirror, Wyatt is completely jarred at the sight before him, the sight of his face starting to physically remold itself. A slight, albeit surprisingly painless, crack rattles his skull as his jaw juts out slightly, beginning to bolster. It seems to be broadening, restructuring from round and spherical into a distinct lantern shape, more like a widened triangle. In response, a descension of weight droops from beneath his wider jaw, a swelling of submental fat that steadily forms into a double chin. He watches silently, in awe, lifting a mitt to his thickening neck, feeling new indentations of fat surround his fingers, a subtle series of clicks still gradually expanding his visage. All the while, the man feels his vocal cords tingle as the internal workings of his throat shift at an even quicker rate, his steady huffing and puffing of breath now sounding completely foreign to him.
Of course, the rest of his face has begun changing, as well. His entire skull crunches in and around itself, shifting bit by bit to fit in proportion with his new body, all while his various facial features remold themselves before his very eyes. He continues to stare, entranced by the way his eyes reposition a bit, the browline pushing forward while his faded-looking eyebrows darken, becoming much sharper and more angular.
His nose cracks repeatedly before broadening out, getting rather large. It feels like a steadily growing sneeze that never quite works its way out, his sinuses tingling as his nose widens, popping out from a fairly average nose into quite the bold schnozz. Parts of his face almost seem to squash themselves inwards, though his features remain firm and prominently defined, more masculine in appearance. The larger nose coupled with the almost piercing gaze his eyes seem to possess now gives his face a more brutish appearance, one that actually intimidates Wyatt while looking at it. His bone structure thickens, and his cheeks chub up, puffing rounder and glistening with sweat as his head enlarges overall. A look of astonishment plasters his transforming face. He still can’t believe what he’s watching.
This disbelief further accentuates once the changes in his hair occur, another itching sensation scratching itself across his face, similar to his stomach and chest. Wyatt keeps an on-and-off beard, but he had shaved earlier that day before his shift (work shift). This clean shave doesn’t last for long, his chin tingling and darkening with scruffy fuzz. More reddish-brown follicles sprout like tiny blades of grass across the lower portion of his jawline, slightly centralizing at the middle of his chin before expanding a little bit across the ends of it. He wiggles his widening mouth in response, tucking his lips together as he strokes the sizable amount of new chin stubble with his thumb.
However, while his facial hair grows out, his already-short head hair tightens itself up. While one hand cups his chin, the other holds the side of his crown, each strand of hair sliding between his fingers as it pulls back into his head. Wyatt chuckles a bit; he recently outgrew a buzz cut, but it seems to be returning in full force, at least on the sides. As the same red hue brightens the auburn of his hair, the top tugs itself upwards, spiking and thickening, forcing itself into a crew cut. In truth this new hairstyle seems almost uniformly militaristic in appearance, the sides neat and tight to his head, along with a faux-hawk like trim on top, reddish-orange in color, almost a little rusty.
It’s at this moment that something finally clicks for Wyatt.
“Wait…” he drawls, narrowing his eyes at his reflection (and somehow still intimidating himself, provoking another blush). His irises and pupils narrow, his gaze somehow even more piercing than before. Even the color of his eyes alter, washing Wyatt’s former green color out with a deep blue. He also takes note of what seems to be hints of aging in his form. Nothing too drastic, but the beginnings of wrinkles at the ends of his eyes etch themselves in, as well as around his mouth and along his forehead. This strange rush of new wisdom and experience seamlessly permeates his psyche, and he knows that, to some degree, his very age is shifting, if only subtly. A warm, nostalgic buzzing in his brain informs him he has left young adulthood behind, now more properly an adult that hovers around his late twenties or early thirties instead of his early twenties.
By now, it’s clear as day who he has become, and given the physical and mental torrent he’d just experienced, he can’t say he’s disappointed in the outcome. The suspicion on his face relaxes into a smirk of fond realization as he finally recognizes himself.
“Yeah… there he is.”
Heymans Breda.
How hadn't he figured as much until now?! Well, maybe because he doesn't physically exhibit the anime art style to connect everything to, but still! Breda is one of his favorite characters from Fullmetal Alchemist, and now he’s actually become him physically? Why? For what? He continues to ponder his reflection, wiping more sweat from his furrowed brow. Eventually, his naturally intimidating demeanor gives way to a big, goofy grin.
“Guess that explains the chess piece, too!” Wyatt jests. His heart jumps at the sound of his voice, which has finally settled into Breda’s deep, brash, and hearty tone. He can't help but laugh, reveling at the sound of it reverberating through his ears, which shift only slightly, a little further downward.
He then realizes something else. In the midst of his discovery, his damaged clothing loosens, the rips and tears from his sudden growth starting to mend themselves. Moving his gaze downward, he finds the size of his tattered shirt expanding a bit, the constriction from his hefty body fading away as his shifting garment properly fits itself to his new proportions, all while fading from pale gray to a deep navy blue. For a bit, he is granted a proper look at his broad, fuzzy chest as the shirt splits further down the middle, the hem dipping down a bit before ending below his waist, flowing down to around his knees. The deep blue continues across the shirt as a silvery color lines the edges along with bits of gold weaving onto the shoulders. His collar rises further up from the neck, and a single lapel extends out and folds along the leftward side of the split. On the right, he feels something small slide along the top of his pec, a silver ring hooking around a small blue clasp in his shirt, adorned with a single golden tassel that snakes up to his shoulder. His short sleeves then proceeded to extend downwards to each of his wrists, his larger forearms accentuated by the form-fitting fabric.
Wyatt chuckles again as he watches the miscellaneous military adornments decorate his new uniform, although his gaze quickly drifts back to his chest. Again, he can't help but feel himself up, give one of his pecs a nice squeeze.
“Heh, that’s really good now…”
Knock-knock-knock.
The door? The door!
“Damn-” he shudders, snapping out of his spell and unclasping his chest. As he looks towards the door, a white shirt spontaneously manifests beneath his new jacket, splitting off from the former and becoming its own separate piece of clothing.
“Just a sec, sorry!” he pleads, the soft cotton of his new undershirt hugging his gut as he scrambles to answer whoever’s on the other side.
Wait… he lives alone. Why would-
“I'm just here to remind you of our strategy meeting,” a voice calls from behind the wall. “We’ll confer in 15 minutes.”
Whoa. Wyatt knows that voice all too well. No way… Colonel Roy Mustang. The Flame Alchemist. His commander.
Commander?! Except Wyatt’s not in the army! He knows that! Or at least he… he thought…
The man just looks down at himself, frozen dumb, watching the same blue overtake his work pants. They mend themselves like his jacket, morphing into the same fine material, fitting around his tree-trunk legs. Even his snapped belt repairs itself, turning from black to silver, almost metal in appearance, part of it dropping and hanging below.
A momentary pause. Great. He’s probably pissed now. Wonderful first impression.
“Pay no mind. See you shortly.”
With that, the sound of footsteps fades down what sounds like a much larger space on the other side of the door, the material of the floor sounding harder, almost marble-like. Wrydatt pauses and processes for a moment.
“Crap-” he utters beneath his breath. He hastily slides on the sleek black boots that his shoes have somehow morphed into, though not all of the previous tears in his socks sew themselves back up. Perhaps Breda simply needs a new pair of socks to begin with.
“GAH, CRAP!” Wryda yelps, clutching the back of his head. He squints with grit, that buzz in his brain from earlier only getting stronger, immutable to his resistance.
Something’s shifting again, something in his mind. That strange feeling of militaristic desire wells up in him again, the same one he felt when his comman- when Mustang spoke to him from behind the door. The fact that Mustang is there, talking to him. The fact that he saw that man as his leader, at least in that moment. No… the fact that he still can't help from viewing him as such, from feeling anything otherwise. This is a fact.
“This is crazy… I-I'm really becoming him??” is all he can utter. The name… W- Wre… no- Wyatt, right… ugh, it feels weird at this point, and the only thing weirder than that is the part of him that still remains acutely aware of everything happening. This part of Brydatt knows that the more he utters his new na- no, the more he utters Breda’s name, the more that connection will only solidify, cementing him into this new life he’s suddenly grown into.
Fatigued and confused, he moans weakly as the unrelenting headache rattles through his brain once more. This one feels different though, and every fiber in his being hopes that this is the last. He meets his reflection’s gaze for a moment, then another flashing throb within his skull sinks him to his knees.
It’s cathartic. Memories upon memories, increasing desires, familiar and new, a complete reshuffle of his personality. So many things Wreda just cannot stop from gushing their way into his redefining system, rewiring his neural pathways. Does he even want this to stop?
His new identity rewrites more and more brain chemistry, and the last shreds of his resistance finally give way, the battle long lost. An all-encompassing shift in his personality gives the formerly mild-mannered man a tough and gruff thought pattern, a sense of savvy pragmatism he’s certain he’d never possessed before. He feels intellectually sharp, much sharper than before, though maintains a down-to-earth aspect to his demeanor. He’s well-aware that his wisdom, experience, and skill in wartime strategy often surprises those who doubt his ability based on appearance alone, and he’s more than happy to use this to his advantage. He did graduate top of his class at the academy, after all.
Finally, his heart swells, beating warmly, overwhelmed with a sense of duty, dedication, and unwavering loyalty. He embraces a steadfast commitment to protect Colonel Mustang and the rest of his team, his family, from the tyranny of Fuhrer Bradley and the Homunculi. He’ll do whatever he can to save his world, anything to support the Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric, and his brother, Alphonse, in their life-or-death mission to save themselves and bring lasting peace to Amestris. To everything and everyone he loves.
Everyone. All the memories return, all the relationships. Mustang, Edward, Alphonse, Hawkeye, Hughes, Fuery, Falman, Havoc! Havoc… he hopes that jerk is doing alright.
Despite this drastic character shift, Wreda- wait, Wyatt! Right… despite this, Wyatt certainly still exists, in some capacity. His old identity persists in the background, unbothered, entirely aware of what happened. In truth, he’s just glad he doesn’t have to go back to his old job, or at least he infers such. His remaining memories and personality fragments coexist with those of the person he’s just become, living symbiotically with each other. Now, even if he identifies indubitably more with Breda than he does with Wyatt, they’re both there, the latter able to witness and enjoy the experience of being him, even if that means forgetting his old name every so often.
“Ugh, my head…” Breda mutters as he idly rubs the buzzed temples below his crew cut.
In spite of his exhaustion, Breda feels a swelling sense of pride in his core. It does feel nice to have a more concrete purpose to his life, a job that he knows will truly help people in ways he can only imagine. He gazes once more at his reflection, his expression softening, smiling with a gentle warmth. The self-intimidation from earlier melts away, the decorated lieutenant playfully patting his gut and giggling like a giant teddy bear. He turns around and examines his backside, his hips and rear perfectly shaping out that part of his uniform. His grin grows wider, coupled with a nervous blush.
“Heh… not bad.” Breda admits, allowing his confidence to shine through, sneaking in a gratuitous flex. It feels… refreshing? Invigorating? Hopeful. Something like that.
With one more chuckle, Breda turns to the door, preparing to meet Mustang and his team at their strategy meeting. The Rook is unsure of what awaits him on the other side; he never really can be at this point, given the state of affairs in his suffering nation. He presses his uniform neatly, brushing off some dust and adjusting the finer details before he walks out.
The next day, the next moment, is never guaranteed. He knows this.
He also knows his orders. He’s followed them up to now, and it’s kept him alive so far. He knows the alternative to what’s happening; he knows it too well. More than anything, however, he knows that he has faith in his allies and each of their individual skill sets. If he stays the course like he has up to now and relies on his team to do the same, then that’s all he can do.
With a deep, reassuring breath, he opens the door of his former bathroom and steps out into the regal halls of headquarters. Second Lieutenant Heymans Breda, reporting for duty.
A Bond Forged in Steel (Zeke Von Genbu and Rex (Future Redeemed) TF)
(Original Date of Upload: March 25, 2024)
Original Description:
Story commission.
This story was honestly extremely fun to write out! I've been wanting to do TFs of Zeke and Rex's Future Redeemed incarnation for a very long time, so being able to do so and be given to play with some homoeroticism is honestly quite the bargain for me. Plus, I mean, they're both extremely hot. Although this is definitely my first time doing a double TF/MG. Most doubles I've done had both characters be practically completely different in body types and whatnot so this was definitely a first time for me! Overall I'm really happy with the outcome and hope I get more chances to do stuff like this again!
...I still crave Xenoblade men TF. There needs to be more.
Rated Mature for nudity, bulge, and mild sexual themes.
Anniversaries have always been an interesting day for some couples. Certain compulsions arising on varying ends of the relationship for one person to show the other just how much they care. In the end it meant ensuring a rather fulfilling experience for everyone involved. Unfortunately it can quickly devolve into a stressful time as the all-important date approaches for the couple in question.
So Zack was rather lucky that he didn't have to deal with that stress. In truth, the current day that was today is his anniversary with his boyfriend Nathan. Their romantic relationship has been going on for exactly a year now and Zack had wanted to commemorate the occasion with something special. A surprise gift for the person he loved, and one that he knew Nathan would adore…
It was actually a week ago that he had the initial thought for this idea. Considering that his boyfriend was quite the fanatic for the Xenoblade Chronicles series of games, Zack had wanted to find a gift that would align with that particular interest. At first his search was rather fruitless, being mostly varying assortments of fairly pricey figurines or small custom trinkets that while looking pretty didn't feel like they'd convey his care as much as he would want them to. In the end it wasn't until just three or so days ago that he had finally found just what he truly needed.
Life-sized weapon replicas.
It was a weird find to say the least, alongside being oddly coincidental since they were being sold at a cosplay shop near where they shared an apartment were a menagerie of (presumably) plastic prop weapons for varying characters from the game series. While the more iconic weapons such as Shulk’s Monado and Noah’s Sword could be found in its stock, Zack had been more focused on finding proper recreations of the swords owned by the favorite characters of his significant other.
As he thought that he had seemed to ride off the same stroke of luck that brought him to this store’s website in the first place. With just a bit of scrolling he ended up finding the exact swords he was looking for being listed. Those being Zeke Von Genbu and Pandoria’s shared Big Bang Edge greatsword, and the Firelight Swords that Rex wielded in the 3rd game’s Future Redeemed expansion. All three of which seemed to only go for twenty five dollars each.
With that price calculation being a measly seventy five dollars total it didn't take long for Zack to set up a reservation to buy them in person. That's where he was today, the young man standing outside the store whose site he visited just mere days earlier: Maurice’s Exceptional Cosplay Collectibles.
Seeing as he was here with a purpose Zack was quick to push open the door and walked into the shop, a bell above the entrance signaling his arrival. A cursory glance around the shop seemed to prove only one other person was inside with him. A relatively older-looking, balding and bearded man that was behind the store’s counter. Said counter also seemed to have three objects set atop it that could instantly be recognized as the swords the younger man had reserved.
“Ah, take it yer that Zack fellow?” the older man, Maurice, inquired upon noticing the other’s entrance. “Didn’ anticipate you comin’ this early. Was just gettin’ ready to bag yer stuff!”
Zack gave the storekeeper a casual wave as he walked towards the counter. “Yep, that would be me! Ended up wanting to get the stuff early. I guess the thought of my boyfriend’s reaction upon seeing these spurred me to come as quickly as I could.”
Maurice smiled and nodded. “Gift for a loved one, eh? Seein’ as yer here you could take a look at yer order as I find a bag large enough to hold ‘em all.”
“Sounds good!” Zack gave a thumbs up. Now that he was properly at the counter he could get a proper look at these objects in person…
It was astonishing just how accurate the three replicas seemed to be. The sheer size of them was almost to the scale of the scenes he had seen in the games. The massive and wide broadsword of the Big Bang Edge, its rectangular pommel adorned with lightning bolt-shaped formations jutting from its sides. The Firelight Swords looked like the Aegis blades but still possessed clear differences to them that made it seem like they looked to be two halves of one blade. It all made Zack impressed, and he was rather glad to have gotten a chance to buy them all for a rather cheap price. Especially with how high quality they all seemed!
While the young man had gawked at the replicas, Maurice had spent his time placing a good few plastic bags into each other so the blades wouldn't tear through everything. “Should consider requestin’ people bring their own bags for this stuff-” he muttered to himself. Though once all the bags were prepared he turned back to the counter. “Everything looks good to ya?”
“Yep!” Zack responded enthusiastically. “I just wonder how you managed to create such life-like recreations…”
Maurice let out a low chuckle as he placed each sword into the bag. “Trade secret, kid~”
He then placed the bagged-up blades onto the counter. “Feel free to skedaddle now. Hope yer boyfriend loves these things!”
“I’m absolutely sure he will!” Zack said with a smile. He hoisted the bag around his shoulder, wobbling a bit at the realization of how weighty these things seemed to feel. “Oh these are a little heavier than I expected too…”
With the transaction now completed, the young man made his way out of the store with the objects in tow. All the while the storekeeper smiled a very knowing smile.
Having managed to net himself a day off from work, Nathan had spent much of the morning at his and his boyfriend’s shared apartment finishing up whatever JRPG of the month he was on while waiting for Zack to come back home. He wasn't initially aware that the other man was going to be leaving, nor did he really know where they had gone. His boyfriend just gave him a casual ‘I’m heading out for a bit!’ and left before he had a chance to ask anything. That was roughly an hour ago though.
Now the time was hovering close to noon and Nathan’s gaming excursion was interrupted by the sound of the apartment’s front door opening. Pausing his game, he looked over to the entrance to find Zack struggling with hauling what seemed to be three swords in a bag on his back.
“Could I get some help here-” Zack strainly asked, prompting Nathan to get up from the couch and help him out.
“Christ, man, what the hell were you up to out there!?” Nathan inquired. He let Zack lean on him for a little bit as the other man steadily shifted the bag off of their shoulder.
“This!” was Zack’s only response as the bag collapsed onto the ground, a chorus of metal clangs reverberating from it as it fell.
“Wha…” Nathan's gaze wandered to look at the contents of Zack’s bag. While had initially noticed while his boyfriend was walking in that it was some kind of collection of swords, the moment his eyes laid onto them he realized just what kind of swords they were.
“X-Xenoblade merch!?” he exclaimed. “Not just that but, such real looking blade replicas…”
He went to pick up one of the objects, the red blade that was one half of Rex’s Firelight Swords. He struggled a bit to just pick it up with one hand. He surmised it was because of the metallic make of them based on how the blade’s grip felt in his hand. An assumption that was instantly confirmed once he held the blade out in front of him.
“Did you go to some kind of metal workshop for this!? This looks like an actual sword!”
“No, I got them from some kind of cosplay store in the inner city,” Zack responded. He curiously picked up one of two remaining blades, this time the Big Bang Edge. Although considering its size he had to use both hands instead of just one. “I-I could've sworn these were plastic when I bought them though!” he nervously stated. “No way a bunch of real swords would go for seventy five dollars total, y'know?”
“I’m just going to state it outright,” Nathan hauled up the white and gold Firelight Sword out of the bag with the other hand. “I think you bought three real ass swords. Although the fact you got actual realistic replicas of some Xenoblade objects is so…” he fixed his gaze at the two swords he was holding. “Astonishing.”
“I take it you like them?” Zack said with a hopeful smile.
“Like them? I love them! I don't know where I'd put them all but, between the realistic appearance and the sheer accuracy and-” he was about to go on a tangent, but he began to feel something off the longer he held onto both sword grips. “How recently forged were these? They still feel a little hot…”
“What?” Zack raised a brow. He then started to hear a low, almost inaudible crackling noise from his own blade. Looking down at it, he found that his own sword was sparking somehow. Small bolts of electricity escaping and spiraling around the blade in some mesmerizing dance. “Woah, dude, do you see this?”
“Uh, I think you should maybe put that down-”
“Yeah, that'd probably be a good-”
Zack didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as the sparks of electricity promptly emanated from the weapon's hilt and in just one second shocked both hands that were gripped onto it. With a yelp of pain the young man unhanded the blade and let it collapse unceremoniously on the ground. “C-crap-”
A look of concern formed on Nathan’s face. “Are you okay!?”
“I…” Zack began formulating a response, but stopped as he looked down at his hands.
A feeling of pins and needles coursed through both of Zack’s hands. A sensation that could only be equated to feeling like touching television static. And the longer that sensation remained the more a strange series of changes began to ensue in each hand. One of the most noticeable changes came in the form of their size altering, growing in front of his very eyes. Swelling out to become larger and thicker, quickly becoming a far cry from their previously smaller appearance. It was as if their bone structure and muscle mass was just increasing in size, improving almost. This would become quite prevalent when it came to his fingers. Each one plumped up and thickened, further granting his hands a more powerful appearance.
“Uhhh…” the young man vocalized as he watched everything unfold. His gaze was then brought to his arms as he felt a weird swelling sensation within them.
Thanks to the shorter sleeves of his shirt Zack was also granted quite the view of his transforming limbs. Much like with his hands the forearm region of each arm began to rapidly accumulate muscle mass. Quickly did they swell thicker, the once thin form of them being consumed by the burgeoning appearance of raw strength. As muscles grew they only became more tangible, creases forming in his skin over where muscle groups would divide. It was almost as if the young man was being granted some kind of instantaneous appearance of years of working out and improving his muscles.
His upper arms weren't being left unscathed either. While the extensors in his forearms expanded, the muscle groups above his elbows were quick to follow. He could feel his sleeves begin to constrict as the diameter of the region increased in size. A low heat and a sensation of static buzzed through his sensory nerves as his upper arms bulked up, once non-existent biceps burgeoning with raw power while his triceps matured alongside them. Fabric would only continue stretching over his shoulders as his deltoids were developed greatly in size, rounding out and perfectly indenting themselves into the article of clothing.
Zack had been left rather awestruck. Despite the strange feeling coursing through his muscles, he could tell just how raw the strength within them seemed to feel. He couldn't deny the uncanny feeling of the situation though. Managing to break out of his stunned daze the young man could only say, “N-Nathan, I don't know what's happening-”
Nathan had been watching the start of Zack’s transformation, a worried look having formed on his face. He didn't know what was happening either, especially since people just don't spontaneously become muscular! But he was having trouble trying to come up with anything calming. This situation was proving itself to be complicated from the get-go.
Nathan then realized just how hot the blades he was holding were getting. For just a second he moved his focus away from his boyfriend and onto the white and gold sword of the pair, and that’s when he caught that it seemed to be glowing. Out of a mixture of surprise and a feeling that he couldn't for too long hold two objects that felt like they were becoming as hot as a stovetop, he had quickly dropped the Firelight Swords before anything could happen. It would seem it was already too late for him though and a burning heat entered his core forcing Nathan to grunt as he clenched his chest.
“Fuck-” was the only word he could spit out. In his mind though he was already connecting the dots. Was he about to start to change as well?!
It would only take a few seconds for the answer of that question to arise. Whereas Zack’s transformation had started in his hands, Nathan’s seemed to begin in his chest. As heat welled up in his core he could feel a sensation of swelling within his pectoral region. This was proven to be caused by his chest garnering definition of its own. Nathan had been a fairly skinny guy since the man had not really been one to do much in working on his muscles. However as seconds continued to pass his once relatively flat chest expanded outwards. Pecs were rapidly forming and pushing forward becoming thicker, larger than they had ever been previously. The best way to describe them were two meaty slabs that had risen from his chest. This new development in his musculature also formed a crevice between the two pectorals. This perfectly defined cleavage had easily indented itself into the fabric of his polo shirt, as did the muscles themselves.
If that wasn't enough he could also feel a churning sensation in his abdominal region. This was being caused by even more muscles developing within the man. His tummy, once only flat with an average amount of fat for a young adult layered on it, was becoming just as chiseled and defined as his chest. Ridges indented into his skin as a set of abs just pushed outwards. Any initial bagginess of his shirt would be dispelled in an instant as these muscles enhanced themselves and further made their presence known by indenting into the fabric more and more. Gone would be the skinny torso of an average man, now replaced by a more brawnier appearance. That wasn't the end for Nathan’s changes either as he felt a pressure wrack his spine, soon followed by the sensation that his body being tugged upwards. The hem of his shirt was rising as a result of this, revealing a light dusting of hair beginning to make its way up the middle of his lower abdominal region.
Nathan let out another grunt as he forced himself to stand up straight. A hand still clenched over his chest as the heat continually poured across his form. He could practically feel the upper portion of his shirt sleeves begin to constrict. “We- we both are becoming so… muscular, it seems…”
“Y-yeah,” Zack strained out. He still felt a bit stunned, and the sight of his boyfriend growing such a massive shelf had been a little concerning. But at the same kind he couldn't hide his blushing at just how big Nathan’s pecs seemed to have gotten now. It made him a little bit envious.
Of course as Zack feels that emotion he begins to feel a tinge in his own chest. He took his gaze off Nathan and forced his head downward, and instantly he was greeted with the sight of his own pectorals pressing up on his shirt by just a bit. They only seemed to continue as well by pressing forward more, developing their own proper thickness that seemed to get more prominent as his body seemed to broaden. The young man could only watch in awe as his pec muscles inched forward and continued to swell and round out into perfect slabs themselves that just forced the shirt he wore to stretch over and outline their perfect physique. He had even gotten his own cleavage indent within the fabric too.
The lower half of his torso wouldn't be left out from these changes either. He could just barely see his abdominal region bubble as he was granted the sight of his own abs advancing in musculature. His abs would sculpt themselves out of his relatively unimpressive form and etch ridges into his skin to properly divide the muscle groups. All the while he was privy to the sight of a six pack set of abs miraculously manifesting from his body and replacing his once twinkish nature.
The spontaneous muscle growth in Nathan had seemed to be in the process of shifting to match Zack’s. As Zack was fixated on his torso, Nathan’s eyes had been brought over to his arms. Unlike his boyfriend Nathan had been wearing a long-sleeved shirt, so he wasn't initially granted the perfect view of his bulking arms. But with the passing of time he would still be given the sight of something.
The best way to describe the way his arms changed was it felt akin to watching a balloon get pumped with a constant flow of air. Each limb was effectively pumped with muscle at a smooth and steady rate. It was a rather majestic sight just watching his shoulders broaden with perfectly developed deltoids, or seeing his biceps and triceps swell up into rounded cantaloupes. All while the material of his sleeves tried their best to hang on and contain his constantly growing muscle mass. But not even they could handle his thick upper arm muscles and it didn't take long for him to see his shirt sleeves tear over his biceps.
His forearms had been enduring the same changes concurrently as well. Bulking up with raw muscle to such a point that he could the crevices through the fabric of his sleeves. Just the raw definition of it all was enough to overwhelm him more than the heat in his heart was doing. Such perfect form that almost felt like it belonged to someone who spent ages working hard to get their muscles to this size.
That process of thoughts had even seemed to be proven as his hands grew. Rapidly increasing in size to match his massive proportions, swelling to be larger and thicker. Just a raw sense of strength that exuded from each growing hand as if they had the ability to punch straight through a wall. An idea that could be further supported by his slightly chunkier fingers, the digits needing to have grown as well to accommodate his new hand size. But what really got him was the tingling in his palms, the sensation in his clenched hand as he felt the skin upon it seem to almost harden a bit. As if despite the almost pristine condition of them there was still a certain amount of age that had to be added to his hands. Age that would manifest in wear and tear, something that could easily come in the form of callusing of the skin.
His limbs seemed to have been dealt with now. This had meant that Nathan and Zack were on equal terms physically for the time being. Although as Nathan looks over towards Zack he can tell the other man still seemed a bit smaller in comparison to him. He could also see a strange look of poorly hidden embarrassment on the other’s face as well. A look that Nathan knew all too well…
“A-are you enjoying this!?” Nathan inquired.
The sudden outburst made Zack yelp. “I-I- maybe!? I'm just…” the young man shakily brought a hand to his chest, a chorus of rips echoing through the air from his short sleeves as he did so. “Muscle…”
Nathan blinked a few times. He couldn't deny himself that the sudden growth in muscle was rather appealing… but this was all so weird! He can't just let that strangeness slide-
“H-hey, wait… can you say something…?” Zack had suddenly asked out of the blue.
“Eh?” Nathan raised a brow. “Why would you- w-wait, my-”
His voice. He could hear his voice cracking at random intervals, and each time it did so it had seemingly gotten deeper. Even weirder was that it was altering beyond that in varying degrees as well. It's tone, it's pitch, and was his accent shifting too!?
Nathan looked straight at Zack, preparing himself to hear his voice again as he was about to verbally make a comment about it. His words were halted almost instantly in his throat however, mouth hanging open as he seemed fixated on something. Zack seemed to catch onto this though.
“Why are you looking at me like that…?” Zack asked, oblivious. “Is something happening to my… face…”
His statement trailed off as something silvery began entering his field of vision from above and continued growing downward more for a few seconds before stopping. This didn't seem to stop though as a few more bits of silver descended upon the leftward portion of his field of vision. But at this point he knew what it seemed to be, the young man bringing a hand up to his face to grasp onto a clump of this silvery growth.
“My hair, it's growing… longer…?” Zack then unhanded the newly grown tufts of hair. However as he lowered his hand he too noticed something on his boyfriend’s face as well. “D-dude, I think your hair’s becoming a bit-” the statement is broken by a sudden caught before he continued, “-funky as well- o-oh crap…”
As much as Nathan wanted to comment on Zack’s own voice changes, his curiosity got the better of him. He mustered just enough strength so he could move his currently unoccupied hand to the top of his head. There he found the feeling that his hair had gotten a little bit thicker, fuller than it had used to be. “What the hell…”
“This just-” Zack cleared his throat to try in vain to dispel his own shifting voice. “This just keeps getting weirder!”
Zack visibly cringed at the sound of his voice. How was it that in just a few seconds his voice had gone from being normal to sounding weirdly over the top!? It didn't sound deeper since it still sounded like one that could possibly belong to a young adult. However it was feeling like the tone of it was becoming more flamboyant.
“Mmf, you’re telling me…” Nathan responded. His focus had gone back down to looking at his body. He had taken note that his polo continued to strain over his torso, and the placket of it was just being stretched out from his wider form. A moment of curiosity dictated his next action as he decided to inhale a deep breath, wincing a bit as it still felt like his heart was burning. But the action of his chest rising caused the shirt to begin splitting down the middle. He then exhaled from a sigh. That act alone seemed to be enough to start the steady dispelling of his weird heartburn at least…
“Y-you do have a nice chest there, eheh…” Zack complimented. Nathan just rolled his eyes, although he couldn't stifle the blush he got from the compliment. Although come to think of it he was also beginning to feel something else strange welling up around the lower half of his body. That's when he noticed his pants were feeling a bit tighter now as well.
This tightness was initially signified by the newfound constriction around his waist. However it only seemed to increase as he felt the now-familiar feeling of muscles growing thanks to the transformative effects having reached his legs. The denim of his jeans pressed tightly against his skin as he felt his thigh muscles swell up and bulge up. As was in the rest of his body a sizeable thickness was just constantly being added on to Nathan’s legs to the point the muscle ridges indented in the legwear’s material. The perfectly sculpted appearance of his hamstrings and quadriceps were becoming fully tangible through it all.
Perhaps that wasn't the most interesting part though. That came with the sensation of his gluteus muscles growing out and the pure sensation of his briefs being filled up. The once perfectly fitting undergarments were quickly filled in the behind by his rear swelling up. Muscle bloating it up larger while fat rounded his ass out more. The size was becoming so prominent that the seat of his pants had ended up filling out as well. It didn't take long until Nathan developed a perfectly rounded rear end, a newly developed bubble butt straining the back of his pants and underwear.
The front of him wasn't spared from this kind of change either judging by the sensation of the frontal area of his briefs straining against something. A new, much lower heat formed in Nathan’s cheeks as he felt a rather pleasuring sensation deep in his groin. A feeling that the components in that region were increasing in size like the rest of his body had done. He couldn't help but look down to witness it all himself: the sight of a growing mount forming at the front of his jeans, the odd sound of the zipper snapping to allow him to see the pristine white of his undergarments. That mound continued to form more and more as his member burgeoned in size. He had gotten a bulge, and it felt… euphoric in a way.
He nervously looked up at Zack, hoping he could take his focus off his groin for a bit. Although he had instantly taken note of his boyfriend’s flustered state. Nathan guessed their transformations were mirrored in every way, it would seem.
Concurrent with Nathan’s own transformation, Zack had found his own lower half swelling up as well. His shorts had typically hung off his rather skinny legs in a fairly standard way initially, but with the growth of his own thigh muscles it seemed that became a false statement. The proper fitting of his own legwear was dispelled, easily replaced with the same swelling of muscle mass that had been going on in his entire body. It didn't help that the material of his shorts seemed to not be the most durable which had made his ears privy to the sound of the seams ripping from the strain of his much more powerful muscles.
Then came the changes to his own assets. The odd churning in Zack’s behind as he felt his rear bloat and swell. The constant sensation of the back of his legwear and undergarments straining against his increasingly larger ass. The fact he couldn't help but reach a hand down and behind himself to just feel the newly developing roundness of his rear from beneath his shorts. It was such a foreign feeling to the young man, especially since he always felt his butt was rather flat before all of this. So being able to experience this weird pressure that bloated his rear as it did his chest…
Then there was the feeling of his groin shifting. That came with an emotion he couldn't suppress as well. He could already feel the blood rushing downwards as the nerves were stimulated by the sudden growth, the sudden feel of the easily satisfied skin suddenly pushing up against the cotton of his underwear and straining it. He just couldn't stop himself from using his other hand to just grab onto the swelling area. It just felt too erotic and it was taking all of his willpower not to just undo his shorts so he could let his own bulge hang out. He didn't though, what little desires of decency still remained in his now testosterone-ridden brain.
“F… feeling good?” the deep, seemingly aged voice of Nathan calling from a few feet away. Zack couldn't help but deny how sexy that developing accent of his boyfriend’s was getting.
“Nngh…” Zack failed to stifle a moan. “Yeah…”
The remainder of the duo’s changes to their lower bodies happened in synchronicity. For Zack his lower legs were visible allowing the ballooning of his calves to be on full display. Meanwhile Nathan’s jeans were noticeably continuing to strain against his own growing calves, and the seams holding the jeans together finally started to become undone. It didn't take long for the thickness of each of their legs to reach an equalness to that of the rest of their bodies.
The final portion of their lower bodies were the pair’s feet. This section of the transformation mirrored their hands, each foot growing out to be thicker and larger to fit their new bodily proportions. The toe caps of their shoes bulged with sets of bumps representing their increasingly chunkening toes. All the while the two of them could feel their heels dig into their footwear. The concurrency of their changes meant their shoes eventually started to rip apart at the same time, toecap steadily splitting off to allow the longer length of their feet to be freed. All the while the strings split apart against their newfound width. Both men’s shoes had become totalled by the end of these changes, allowing their feet to all be comfortable without being restricted by the confines of footwear.
With the destruction of their shoes came even more destruction of their clothing. Nathan’s polo shirt was already getting pretty far in this as the shreds of its long sleeves hung off his arms while the torso section of it continued splitting apart against his massive muscles. The more his chest and abs became visible the more another, more minor change grew prominent. There was a formation of a light dusting of chest hair sprouting across his pecs, alongside a small trail of it running down the middle of his abs. The small amount of fuzz also seemed to have a grayish-brown tone to it that his hair hadn't usually possessed.
Meanwhile with Zack, the short sleeves of his shirt had split apart by this point. Long rips were tearing their way across the torso segment as well making his own muscled form increasingly visible. He also wasn't exempt from a weird addition to his chest either, although his was more unorthodox than Nathan’s had been. Visible from a rip that had formed over his right pectoral was a massive scar that etched itself into his flesh. Even stranger was the bright blue glow in the middle of the scar. Zack felt the sensation of something materialize and embed into his chest, which he quickly found out to be some kind of triangular-shaped gemstone.
Nathan had watched the sight himself, and that was when everything finally clicked. “That gem…”
“Wha…?”
Nathan let his statement resonate a bit. The way his own voice was deepening, the Light Northern British accent that kept embedding into his speech, the purely aged and wisened tone of it all. The more he spoke the more he came to realize something about himself as well.
“Nathan, you're looking like you realized something,” Zack spoke out. His own voice had seemed to be finally settling as well. The still over-the-top Southern England accept that resonates with his statements. It in itself was fairly distinct, recognizable.
“Y-you haven't noticed it yet??” Nathan said, a bit dumbfounded. “The- the blades! They've been turnin’ us into their owners this whole time!”
“...huh-” Zack looked down at his chest again. The crystal. Oh, oh. “Wait I'm becoming-”
“Yeah.”
“And you-”
“Yep,” Nathan ended the chain with a nod.
For a few seconds silence just hung in the air. Then Zack made a random comment: “I guess that'd explain why you're getting some facial hair…”
Nathan raised a brow. “Eh?”
With the heat in his chest finally gone he was able to more easily move himself around his little strain. He lifted up a hand to touch his chin and, unsurprisingly, grazed over a few hairs that had grown there. His fingers were even feeling more hairs grow in that region as well! From a secondary perspective it would appear that an amount of gray fuzz had sprouted from the base of his chin. It was fairly light at first, but as the seconds passed this newly developing chin stubble was growing to be a little thicker than just stubble. Facial hairs continued to grow out of his chin and developed a fairly average length. It wasn't long until the stubble appearance was now more of a thin patch of beard.
That wasn't the only portion of his face that was changing either. While his small beard developed Nathan could feel a slight pressure extend across his skull. The shape of his skull was reconfigured into an almost rectangular appearance. Meanwhile his jawline felt like it was squeezed a little, and instead of squaring out the ends of it slanted diagonally a bit until its shape became a little more like a rounded triangle. All the while his facial features had been morphing alongside everything. The end of his nose became a little raised, the size of his eyes getting slightly larger, even his eyebrows seemed to thin out rather significantly. All the while it seemed a few wrinkles formed on his face, most noticeably beneath his eyes, which gave him a more aged appearance.The most drastic change came to his left eye however as in just a few seconds it was damaged to the point of losing sight and got scarred over. All of that forced Nathan to compulsively keep that eye shut.
“That was sudden-” was the best reaction he could muster as he brought his hand up to graze the scar.
The last part of his physical transformation came with his hair. It had already been in the process of changing just minutes prior, but now that was being sped up. The style constantly became thicker and fluffier as clumps were brought together to formulate a thick and spiky style. This spiky hairstyle continued to form as bits hung over his forehead, other bits jutted diagonally upwards on the sides and back of his head, and everything culminated with many of the spikes raising upwards on his head’s apex. Just a dense mass of spikes of hair rising from the top of his head in a neat, well-organized appearance. All the while the same grayish-brown that etched into the rest of his body hair was now forming in the hair on his head, rapidly overtaking it and fully replacing its previous color. The way his hair appeared in style and fluffiness at this point should be impossible to achieve, but here it was on his head.
Zack’s own head has also been in the process of morphing all of this time as well. He didn't seem to develop any facial hair, but he did feel pressure wrack his own skull as his skull structure was forcibly shifted to fit his new body. While the upper portion of his skull became more equal and rounded, almost akin to a circle, his jawline slanted and chiseled triangle that blunted at his chin. His own features changed alongside this by having his eyes seem to thin a little, eyebrows thinning out a lot, and the width of his nose narrowing as the end of it rounded a bit. By the end it would seem his face gained a symmetrical visage that possessed an almost regal appearance.
All that remained was the case of his hair which was now in the process of actively lengthening. As the almost metallic silver shine rose from the roots to overtake the follicle coloration, all of his hair just continued to grow longer. Bits of it hanging down and grazing his chin while other bits drifted around his ears. He could even feel portions of his hair touch the nape of his neck. It didn't seem to grow any longer than that though. It also didn't look to have that smooth of an appearance either as his own hair could be defined as spiky to some capacity. Long clumps just sticking out or curling at uneven intervals while a strange layering now seemed to exist in his hair. It too looked to be one impossible to attain hairstyle.
With that their bodily changes were complete and the two were left just looking at each other. Two newly-minted brawny men in torn clothing, said men now looking like perfect copies of Zeke Von Genbu and Rex from Xenoblade Chronicles. To say they were utterly speechless right now was an understatement… then after a few seconds Zack just began to rip the tattered remains of his clothing off his body.
“I am not just going to stand here in shards of my t-shirt!” Zack plainly stated, knowing his boyfriend was looking right at him. Nathan just watched before he too joined in the ripping off of what little remained of his more-than-ill-fitting clothing.
As they both did that it seemed one final change was ensuing. Although in this case it was happening to their undergarments as for both of them did that article of clothing alter. Just barely growing in size but not enough to lose the prominent bulge, and the back of them shortening enough to reveal a bit of their bubble butts. All while the previous cottony material was hardened into nylon, and their previous colorations were rapidly shifted. For Zack the pure white was lost to a deep blue with gray geometric patterning on the sides, and for Nathan it became a dark gray with a bold blue X over front and back. It had seemed they both were wearing speedos now, and by the time they finished tearing off their clothes they took note of this fairly instantaneously.
“Uhh, that's… different,” Nathan remarked. He honestly would've expected his clothing to have morphed into something else entirely but… this works, at least. Plus he could see Rex’s- or well, his massive muscles in all their heroic glory. Something about that thought made him feel his cheeks flush with red again. Especially since his gaze was moving up to his chest. Although he was broken out of this state pretty fast by Zack starting a conversation.
“Zeke’s pretty built, isn't he?” Zack stated, flexing an arm and feeling just how firm the bicep had become. Despite how weird it all felt he could deny that something about all of this was hot!
“I would've assumed you'd know that since you watched me play the second game,” Nathan responded. The now older-looking man then walked closer towards Zack, noticing that he was still at least an inch or two taller than the other man. “Although I think I'm the one that got a bit larger~”
Nathan than flexed his own arms, knowing full well that Zack would ogle over them. In which yes, his boyfriend did end up doing so as his gaze was instantly drawn to the other’s thick muscles. Although he was a little taken aback that Zack had instantly come closer to actually start feeling them up.
“Man, you're thick…” Zack complimented as he squeezed Nathan’s biceps. The statement itself sounded rather humorous as well since he had Zeke’s voice. “I think I might be a little jealous~”
“Eh, don't be,” Nathan responded, his aged voice sounding so tender and caring. He brought a hand down onto Zack’s undamaged pectoral and gave it a nice, firm squeeze as well. “Your muscles are quite satisfying to feel too.”
Nathan couldn't help but let out a deep chuckle as he say Zack blush. “O-oh really?”
“Mhm…” Nathan nodded, beginning to inch his aged face closer to Zack’s still young adult one. “And I’d say you gave us both quite the spectacular surprise this anniversary.”
Then, before Zack could even respond, Nathan pressed his lips up to Zack’s. An intense feeling of passion welled up between the two. Like their love for each other had been reaffirmed in some way. Even in different bodies from their own they were still absolutely irresistible to each other, and odds are taking on the form of two hot video games men just exacerbated that feeling by a hundred times. And the longer their mouths touched the more both men could feel their blood boiling and rushing through their bodies. They truly wanted each other more than ever…
Then Nathan broke off the kiss, a playful smile forming on the man’s face. “Now how about I show you a thing or three in bed?” he practically purred in his accented voice.
Zack, who was still blushing, let out a laugh. “Only if you call me the Bringer of Chaos there~”
Nathan then wrapped his arms around Zack’s waist, bringing the other even closer to his body. “Anything for you, Zeke~”
“Then how about we get going, Rex?”
With those statements said the two men happily made their way to their bedroom, a very passionate anniversary having now been fully forged.
