(Mass TF, People to Various) Linda loved the mall, and didn’t care who knew about it. This had always been true in her life, and no news warning would stop her. Sure, she knew that Reality Shifters existed. But why would she let that stop her? “After all, my boyfriend is a cop.” Linda blinked. Did she say that last part out loud? Weird, that “isn’t like me. Uh, what’s going on?” A small, nervous smile started to spread across her face. “This has to be some kind of joke, right?” Mercifully, nobody seemed to have noticed… For now, at least. She tried to calm herself, but couldn’t shake the feeling that “I’m about to be some kind of cosmic joke, aren’t I?” “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. There’s plenty of people that don’t seem to think there’s anything funny about what I do.” The voice was a woman’s, “and a cute one too from the sound of it.” “Aw, thanks!” Linda turned to find a blue-haired girl with a ponytail smiling at her. Before Linda could ask her anything, the girl spoke in her
(Various M and F to Pokemon Mass TF) There was no reason behind it. It was a virus that spread from sound alone, infectious cries doing the impossible: turning people into Pokemon. Just a single cry was enough to doom a person to a life in a new body, with a new mind—and the city was so very full of such cries. A Salazzle smirked, pressing Mike against a wall. He’d seen this happen to each of his friends, one at a time. She’d, disgustingly, had her Shrubbish companion plug their ears with something that was hopefully far more sterile than it smelled. Then, one by one, she’d removed the plugs, hissing into their ears and reveling as they changed into Pokemon. Then she’d let them scurry away, not a human thought left in their heads. Would it hurt when it happened to him? Would it be terrifying? Mike had imagined so, had pictured her cool reptilian skin pressing against his and quavering at the taunting look in her eyes. He wasn’t ready for how warm she was, or how smooth her skin
(Various M and F to Pokemon, Mass TF) Tommy sipped at a coffee that was already too cold for his liking. Of course, that’s just how things were – the damn office kept the good coffee maker on the top floor, where the ‘undesirables’ weren’t supposed to go. But no matter what they thought of his salary, he was still their security, and so he’d invented an impromptu ‘upstairs inspection.’ He had to be thorough about it though, which was why every time he got back to his desk in ‘The Dungeon,’ the coffee wasn’t even hot enough to scald his tongue. It was a small price to pay for a drink that didn’t taste like the underside of a plumber’s boot. He clicked his radio off and spun his chair from his array of monitors, choosing his break very carefully. He trusted Kate to be able to handle the outside perimeter while he enjoyed his coffee, and he clicked his radio very purposefully off. Even if he had been watching, he wouldn’t have been able to save her. But perhaps he would have been able
(Pokemon TF, People to Eeveelutions) There were ten of them, a group of friends who’d taken the bus from college to the local mall. They’d planned to make a social trip of it: some shopping, some snacks, maybe even a trip to the mall’s bowling alley. It all changed with a single word, one nonsensical word with the most intense consequences of their lives. “Hippowdon!” It came from a woman so obese that they were amazed she was able to walk on her two legs, let alone stuff herself into some yoga addict’s tight clothes. Any thoughts of humor soon turned to horror as her mouth opened wide, wider than should have been possible. The stranger grabbed Julia by her shoulders, spittle flying from her mouth as she cried out that word again. “Hippowdon!” It was like the force of the cry was enough to blast the humanity from Julia’s face, purple fur rippling out from her nose back towards her stretching ears. Her legs kicked as they lifted from the floor, her shrinking body trapped in the
(F to Lickitung, F to Miltank, Various M and F to Pokemon) “Pikachu!” Had it been any other day, Mary might have had her headphones in, and she might have missed that fateful sound. It wasn’t the first cry of what would be known as one of the most infectious diseases in a fading human history; but it was the first she’d heard. Nobody knew at the time, but that was all it took. Just hearing a victim say the name of their own species was enough to bring about a similar change to everyone nearby. As a result, by the time Mary turned to the source, an unnatural sweat had already begun to dew at her skin. “Chu, Pikachu!” Another girl was sprinting onto the campus’s quad, a stagger in her every step as one of her legs shrank faster than the other. Her body dwindled in size with each step, stretching feet falling out of their shoes, shirt hanging over a yellow-furred chest. Mary watched in stunned disbelief as a heart-tipped tail burst from behind her waistband, snared securely to the
Losing Themselves at TransCon by SketchySeraph, literature
Literature
Losing Themselves at TransCon
(Fate Grand Order / Overwatch TFTG, Jalter to Femboi cosplayer, Kiriko to Drag Queen cosplayer) It started with cold, a rush of sensation that brought with it a thrill of foreboding. Jalter crinkled her nose, opening her eyes to find… People. Too many people. It wasn’t right. Was this some sort of Holy Grail War? Who was her Master? And… Why was everyone dressed like a woman? Despite her edgy appearance and fondness for the dramatic, Jalter was still French, and therefore a touch traditional. So, as a result, she had absolutely no idea why so many men would be dressed as women. A few of them even looked like women she knew, or like parodies of those women. Then there were the actual girls in the crowd. These ones looked like costumes were their profession, dressed in tailor-made outfits that seemed to always highlight the best parts of their curvy figures. It left her in the middle of two extremes, and she didn’t know how to feel about it, except pissed off. It started with
(Mass TF, People to Various) Linda loved the mall, and didn’t care who knew about it. This had always been true in her life, and no news warning would stop her. Sure, she knew that Reality Shifters existed. But why would she let that stop her? “After all, my boyfriend is a cop.” Linda blinked. Did she say that last part out loud? Weird, that “isn’t like me. Uh, what’s going on?” A small, nervous smile started to spread across her face. “This has to be some kind of joke, right?” Mercifully, nobody seemed to have noticed… For now, at least. She tried to calm herself, but couldn’t shake the feeling that “I’m about to be some kind of cosmic joke, aren’t I?” “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. There’s plenty of people that don’t seem to think there’s anything funny about what I do.” The voice was a woman’s, “and a cute one too from the sound of it.” “Aw, thanks!” Linda turned to find a blue-haired girl with a ponytail smiling at her. Before Linda could ask her anything, the girl spoke in her
(Various M and F to Pokemon Mass TF) There was no reason behind it. It was a virus that spread from sound alone, infectious cries doing the impossible: turning people into Pokemon. Just a single cry was enough to doom a person to a life in a new body, with a new mind—and the city was so very full of such cries. A Salazzle smirked, pressing Mike against a wall. He’d seen this happen to each of his friends, one at a time. She’d, disgustingly, had her Shrubbish companion plug their ears with something that was hopefully far more sterile than it smelled. Then, one by one, she’d removed the plugs, hissing into their ears and reveling as they changed into Pokemon. Then she’d let them scurry away, not a human thought left in their heads. Would it hurt when it happened to him? Would it be terrifying? Mike had imagined so, had pictured her cool reptilian skin pressing against his and quavering at the taunting look in her eyes. He wasn’t ready for how warm she was, or how smooth her skin
(Various M and F to Pokemon, Mass TF) Tommy sipped at a coffee that was already too cold for his liking. Of course, that’s just how things were – the damn office kept the good coffee maker on the top floor, where the ‘undesirables’ weren’t supposed to go. But no matter what they thought of his salary, he was still their security, and so he’d invented an impromptu ‘upstairs inspection.’ He had to be thorough about it though, which was why every time he got back to his desk in ‘The Dungeon,’ the coffee wasn’t even hot enough to scald his tongue. It was a small price to pay for a drink that didn’t taste like the underside of a plumber’s boot. He clicked his radio off and spun his chair from his array of monitors, choosing his break very carefully. He trusted Kate to be able to handle the outside perimeter while he enjoyed his coffee, and he clicked his radio very purposefully off. Even if he had been watching, he wouldn’t have been able to save her. But perhaps he would have been able
(Pokemon TF, People to Eeveelutions) There were ten of them, a group of friends who’d taken the bus from college to the local mall. They’d planned to make a social trip of it: some shopping, some snacks, maybe even a trip to the mall’s bowling alley. It all changed with a single word, one nonsensical word with the most intense consequences of their lives. “Hippowdon!” It came from a woman so obese that they were amazed she was able to walk on her two legs, let alone stuff herself into some yoga addict’s tight clothes. Any thoughts of humor soon turned to horror as her mouth opened wide, wider than should have been possible. The stranger grabbed Julia by her shoulders, spittle flying from her mouth as she cried out that word again. “Hippowdon!” It was like the force of the cry was enough to blast the humanity from Julia’s face, purple fur rippling out from her nose back towards her stretching ears. Her legs kicked as they lifted from the floor, her shrinking body trapped in the
(F to Lickitung, F to Miltank, Various M and F to Pokemon) “Pikachu!” Had it been any other day, Mary might have had her headphones in, and she might have missed that fateful sound. It wasn’t the first cry of what would be known as one of the most infectious diseases in a fading human history; but it was the first she’d heard. Nobody knew at the time, but that was all it took. Just hearing a victim say the name of their own species was enough to bring about a similar change to everyone nearby. As a result, by the time Mary turned to the source, an unnatural sweat had already begun to dew at her skin. “Chu, Pikachu!” Another girl was sprinting onto the campus’s quad, a stagger in her every step as one of her legs shrank faster than the other. Her body dwindled in size with each step, stretching feet falling out of their shoes, shirt hanging over a yellow-furred chest. Mary watched in stunned disbelief as a heart-tipped tail burst from behind her waistband, snared securely to the
Losing Themselves at TransCon by SketchySeraph, literature
Literature
Losing Themselves at TransCon
(Fate Grand Order / Overwatch TFTG, Jalter to Femboi cosplayer, Kiriko to Drag Queen cosplayer) It started with cold, a rush of sensation that brought with it a thrill of foreboding. Jalter crinkled her nose, opening her eyes to find… People. Too many people. It wasn’t right. Was this some sort of Holy Grail War? Who was her Master? And… Why was everyone dressed like a woman? Despite her edgy appearance and fondness for the dramatic, Jalter was still French, and therefore a touch traditional. So, as a result, she had absolutely no idea why so many men would be dressed as women. A few of them even looked like women she knew, or like parodies of those women. Then there were the actual girls in the crowd. These ones looked like costumes were their profession, dressed in tailor-made outfits that seemed to always highlight the best parts of their curvy figures. It left her in the middle of two extremes, and she didn’t know how to feel about it, except pissed off. It started with
Well, what can I say? I like writing and drawing transformation-related pieces. Even though life doesn't always give me an abundance of time, I still enjoy the pursuit of change. I've always loved transformation, and it's great to be contributing to the community--I'm just sorry it's taken so long.
Of course, I love getting paid almost as much as I like TF, so I'm open for commissions... But I also like making people happy, so if you'd rather see a story out of me, I'm up for requests too--though there's a bit of a request backlog that I need to get through.
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