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Winter Meetings (Alolan Ninetales TF)
The snow drifted down from above, gently falling before nestling itself with its brethren on the ground. The winter snowscape was a surreal sight, the land coated in a cold white blanket, stretching up and down the main street of town as rugged up people walked with their thick boots on the covered footpaths. The air was slightly foggy, an extra reminder of the winter-y conditions in this town.
A cafe on the side of the main street served a few customers who dared to brave the conditions, desperate to warm themselves up to a nice cup of tea of coffee. They had to walk past a young man, seated in his chair and dressed warmly like they were to get to the counter. If they had been there earlier, they would’ve known he had been there one hour earlier, ordering a cappuccino.
Caleb, as what he told the barista was his name, took his coffee and sat down, graciously holding his drink in two hands as it warmed his numb fingers, looking out the window to the foggy streets. The coffee was t
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Roar of Time (Dialga TF)
The man, with his bare, dirty chest exposed to the stale air slowly awoke, his bowed head raising to stare at the area around him. The floor was covered in dust, the brickwork beneath his kneeled legs ancient and worn. A circle of dim light kept him illuminated, but beyond the circle was darkness. His arms were held above him in dulled shackles, tightly wrapped chains binding them together that connected to far off points into the darkness, more chains binding his body and legs perfectly still. He looked around with his head, face expressionless as he tested his bindings. The chains faintly jangled, but otherwise would not budge. For reasons unknown to him, for his memory was hazy, he was rooted to the floor. With quite the job done to ensure he was held in place. He remained calm, his breathing steady. His questions will be answered soon enough… for better or worse.
Time passed. An hour, maybe two, the only sound being the sound of the chains clinking as he breathed. Still, he h
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Mysterious Lessons (18+) :iconweebwriteman:WeebWriteMan 86 8
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Siren's Song (Primarina TF)
Rising out of the crumpled yet clean white sheets, Thomas let out a small groan as the light of day began to breach the comfortable darkness of his hotel room, stirring him awake as he looked around the room blearily, looking at the imprint of his body in bed and around the clean, decorated room. Rolling over, he looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table, looking at the dim red numbers. 7:47. A bit before his alarm would’ve gone off. At least he woke up on time.
After a few minutes of relishing the comfort of the mattress and sheets and disappointed he would have to say farewell for the time being, he slid himself out of the side of the bed and stood up, stretching with his loose shirt he slept in and walking across the cool tiled floor to the window, looking down from his vista at the world below.
It was an expansive sight, the view of the coastside city filling his view. The sight of the warm waves glinting in the rising sun filled him with comfort as his eyes traveled alo
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After School Hours
The bell to the school rang, signalling the end of the day for the students at the high school, the class of 5-E beginning to pack up for the day as their teacher, Bianca Kruress scribbled on the whiteboard enthusiastically as those quiet enough, itching to get home to their single apartments while they were living abroad snuck out, keeping their conversations on hold until they got out of earshot. When the teacher turned around and found a few students missing, she bumbled around embarrassed and worried as the rest of the students packed up their bags.
Eve took her time putting her books in her small carry bag, having to roll up her slightly long sleeves that would cover her hands otherwise. To her friends she was small, kind of fragile and frail looking, even remarking sometimes she looked pale as a ghost, with her short white hair that covered an eye and pasty complexion, but it was never a fun feeling having to awkwardly laugh it off, waving a small hand when they were, truly, hitt
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Izami - Red Oni
A loveable, laid-back drinker with a history behind her, Izami is a tall (7ft) red oni hailing from the underworld, with two thin horns that stick up from either sides of her forehead and medium-length straight white hair done up in a ponytail, with a single black streak cutting through the middle. Her eyebrows are bushy and also white, shaped like a stylised cloud in oriental drawings. Her eyes are merely white with black irises and pupils.
Izami has well built, powerful muscles across her body along with a proportioned chest to suit  her size, with her fingernails and toenails being fashioned into claws with her canines being sharper and larger than most but otherwise staying inside her mouth.
Due to her situation, the clothing she typically is found wearing is undersized, tight modern day casual clothes that manage to just cover her up what matters, with a large amount of her skin still showing (ie her stomach) but she doesn’t particularly mind it.
Her current situation i
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Heated Date (Litten TF)
The door opened to the small, apartment bathroom as the sound of a plastic bag crinkling as the light flicked on, a fluorescent flood filling the room as Daryl sighed, putting the bag and its contents on the basin bench.
He had just gotten home from the store, pulling his phone out of his pocket to check it before he got to work. The time read 5:14pm, getting into the late afternoon and paving the way for the night. Underneath, a text from the person he was meant to be impressing.
“Hey : )
Ill be there in 15, be there soon”
Smoothing his fingers through his hair, he swallowed anxiously before reaching forward and taking out the purchased items out the bag, unveiling a can of deodorant, a chocolate smelling body spray to replace his previous can which had run dry and a small tub of hair grease, lined with stylised flames on the side. Daryl thought that he looked alright but making a great first impression was crucial on this date. When he bought the expensive-looking tub of
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Cherry Blossomed Fate (Lurantis TF)
The spring was always a beautiful time, where flowers blossomed, opening their wilted selves and revitalising in the wake of the new, rising sun, looking up once more to catch the rays and unfurl, feeding as much as they could. The trees were no exception, the leaves beginning to sprout again as some once again became thick with strong holding foliage, while a few special cases bloomed with a flourish, the pink cherry blossoms standing out like a diamond in the rough.
Unfortunately, along with the spring time came the end of hibernation for animals, including… the insects. Small gnats, pesky flies and garden insects that feasted on the plant life that thrived in the soil out the back.
Takashi, frankly, was fed up with his work being worn away by something that he had to strain his eyes to see. It might’ve been a small house, with a small backyard to hang his washing and be wary of his cramped neighbours in this cramped, Eastern metropolis, with a small front yard and a smal
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Hi there! I'm WeebWriteMan and I write things I'm not very proud of.

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The beaming, summer sun shined down upon the sparkling, tropical sea of Melemele Island, the seafront Hau’oli City serving as a tourist hotspot for those wanting to get away and relax in the sand. It was an incredible destination for both travelers and locals alike, the marina bringing in people from Kanto to Kalos, from Orre to Unova. There really was no limit on entertainment in Alola, for both trainers and tourists alike.

That statement was no exception for Brandon, who had been blown away both by the scenery and the heat the moment he stepped off the boat. The door to the clothing store slide open as he stepped back outside, a short wardrobe change later to complete his summer kit; a blue, floral shirt with a thin white shirt underneath, with blue and yellow board shorts and thongs on his feet. He took a deep breath, a small pack over his shoulder as he thought for the moment.
He had heard about Alola every now and again, spying its name every time he walked past the travel agency in the cities in Hoenn and now that he had the money and the time, he could afford to come here. Needless to say, he was impressed! Well worth the trip and the money spent.

Rolling his shoulders, feeling the warm sun beam down upon him he began to step across the road, checking both ways quickly before stepping across in a hurry. Apparently Kantonese people were the more common types of tourist, due to the proximity to the islands. No wonder why all these introduced species were around… He had seen a couple of strange looking Rattatas scurry around the city, perhaps that’s what they were?

Walking down the sandy steps to the beach, Brandon slipped off his thongs and held them loosely in his hand, walking across the dry hot sand, looking for an empty spot to set up. He could see a couple of lifeguards, an on-beach bathroom and plenty of people resting on the beach, some in the shallow waters playing with their friends and families.

The salty sea breeze gently blew in his face, Wingulls and Pelippers flying around in the sky, with Pyukumukus lying on the wet sand, being brought in with the shore before being washed out again. There were gentle waves that rolled over and crashed, forming white foam as it washed up the shoreline. Brand dropped his backpack, opening it up and pulling out his towel, rolling the soft, fluffy and absorbent fabric out onto the soft sand, his pack next to him as he laid down, getting comfortable on the beautifully warm sand.

His body sunk into the soft dune, making an impression of his body where he lay and just tried to relax, give his body a few moments to just soak up the sunshine… until the heat was getting a bit too much. Brandon sat up, a slight furrow etched across his face as he reached into his bag, taking out a bottle of water. A slight sip, watching the people around him as he surveyed once again in curiosity, swirling the water in his bottle as he watched an unfortunate sap getting punched in the face by a sea cucumber. He laughed, shaking his head at the man’s misfortune before he put the water bottle back in his bag before he stood, stepping off his towel. It was time to hit the water, cool off a bit in the famous seas of Alola.

Removing his blue, outer shirt, he began to step down the beach towards the water, his footprints being left behind in the sand, especially as the sand got wetter and firmer underneath his feet. Eventually the edges of the waves washed up to greet him, the whitewash licking the undersides of his feet as he began to wade out, the water level slowly rising up his legs. It was beautiful; the temperature was warm, in the way that stepping into it wasn’t unpleasant. A beautiful soothing cold that complimented his needs beautifully, with precise specifications supplied by the summer sun. He continued to wade out further, watching the group of strangers not too far away from him swim and play not too far from shore, the water continuing to rise up his legs, soaking his swimwear. A small wave approached him and with a bit of impulse stepped forward to drive right through it, taking the plunge as he went right through the water, ending up on the other side wet with saltwater. It was worthwhile; immediate relief from the sun on his skin. He touched back down in the water, his feet landing on the sandy floor.

Yet sand doesn’t necessarily feel like the slimy film of a creature, along with a shooting, stabbing pain going up through his foot. As soon as he noticed the pain his leg jerked back, gasping in sudden pain as he clutched his foot, standing on one leg as his mind suddenly tried to rapidly puzzle out what the fuck he had stepped on. Diving his face into the water, squinting his eyes to protect his eyes from the saltwater, what he could see was… this strange, spiny light blue and purple creature. With a nonchalant, almost tired gaze it turned to look up at him with jaundiced eyes, chewing on a pink piece of coral. With that, it turned around and turned to float away, taking the tide with it.

Taking his head out of the water, Brandon stayed still for a moment as everything slowly ticked over in his mind. That was… something. He had never seen that Pokémon before. What the hell was that?
As much as his internal monologue distracted him, he could still feel the stabbing sensation throbbing at the bottom of his foot and for his own safety began to hobble back to shore, riding the tide a little back to more solid ground. Limping with as much caution as he could, he hobbled back over the sand, the granules sticking to his wet body before he collapsed back on his towel. He lay there for a moment, head tipped back as he waited for the pain to ebb away slightly before he investigated, pulling his foot closer.

On the bottom of his foot were puncture marks, broken skin with  spots of blood oozing out as the skin around the wound was flushed red, slightly purple… likely from bruising, or something. He grumbled to himself, picking himself off his towel. A lifeguard should be able to help him out, figure out if that thing was super dangerous or-

Only a few steps over the sand had passed before a sudden wave of feverish sickness passed over him, dizziness making him stagger and fall to his knees. He felt woozy, his head spinning as his thoughts scattered. What was this feeling all of a sudden…? That thing must’ve been dangerous to-

“Sir?” A female voice broke through his clouded thoughts as he looked up, seeing a youthful, tanned lifeguard peering down at him, her hand outstretched with a worried look on her face. “Are you alright?”
Brandon’s eyes struggled to focus as he outstretched his hand, taking the lifeguard’s offer as he was helped onto his feet, a shooting sensation running up his wounded leg.”What’s wrong?” She asked, looking at his face with concern. “Are you ill?”

With a moment of hesitation he nodded, thoughts fuzzy as he lost what he was originally going to say. “Yeah… Just felt sick all of a sudden.”
Her face lightened up slightly, a bit of relief showing up on her face. She turned around with one hand and pointed towards the on-beach bathroom. “Just head there if you need some water. If you need anymore help, just come and find one of the lifeguards on duty.”

With a slow nod, a hand holding his forehead as it began to painfully throb with a growing headache, he began to limp across the hot sand. The lifeguard watched Brandon go, arms by her side before she shook her head, turning her attention back to the water.

The journey to the safety of the porcelain bowl wasn’t long, but he could certainly feel his condition worsen. His spinning head, the feverish feeling bubbling up inside his body and the sweat that came with it. He was certain in his delirious mind that the Pokémon was the cause of this, but unaware that with each limping step he took, merely pumped the venom through him more, his foot beginning to puff up like some insane allergic reaction, the bruised purple colour beginning to creep upwards...

Brandon stumbled into the bathroom as the sickness continued to strengthen, his entire body beginning to sweat profusely, with the trek underneath the summer sun not helping. The humidity in the bathroom made it hard to breathe as he lurched forward to lean on the bathroom bench, breathing heavy as the urge to puke suddenly hit him… before dying back down in his throat. His damp clothes stuck tightly to his body as the fever inside him continued to burn strong, stronger still as he tried to think straight.

But the venom in his system was having none of that. A sudden spasm and flash of heat rocked his system, his pupils shrinking and his eyes going wide as he collapsed to the side, his back resting upon the wall, using it to support his weight as the toxins began to work its magic. How he felt as his feverish body began to burn up, feeling ever so sensitive that he forced his scattered thoughts to focus on taking off his shirt to simply help cool him off. His breathing was heavy, as the purple discolouration on his leg continued upwards, blotches of purple rising and staining the skin on his torso as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

His body began to puff up, becoming heavy with chub as his thickening legs filled out his board shorts, his rising stomach beginning to overhang the waistband of his shorts. His body became sticky with sweat and something else, a few fangs beginning to cutely poke out of his mouth as his body quickly become more effeminate… especially so when his chest began to rise into hefty boobs, nipples tinting and shifting a light blue colour. Deliriously all he could do was shimmy down his shorts as his loins began to burn.

His tongue lolled out of his mouth as a hand began to explore his larger chest, groping it with thicker fingers, feeling every shooting sensation of pleasure go through him. He deeply massaged and played with his newer breasts, while his other hand drifted between his legs… his hand catching the last sign of his dick before it shriveled away, disappearing. Her attempts to grasp at the genitalia was met with failure, a few fingers slipping into her puffy lips which made her chubby body seize up, slipping further from rational thought as her back slid down the wall, her legs getting weaker from all the stimuli. The fact that she no longer had a penis didn’t seem to worry her; she was too feverish, too out of it… too horny to care.

Her fingers began to slide in and out, slick with her own juices as her jaundiced eyes continued to roll back inside her head, her hair falling out around her as spined tentacles began to grow and lengthen from her head, light blue in colour as they created a cute bob around chubby face. Her tits bounced up and down as she slid her fingers in and out of herself, her heavy stomach jiggling with her perverse enthusiasm in getting off, ridding herself of this feverish thirst that consumed her entire being…

The sound of the door opening caught her off guard, stopping her motions as footsteps were heard, the damp, sandy floor crunching beneath someone’s sandals. As the man rounded the corner that separated the door from the rest of the bathroom, they weren’t expected to be tackled by something incredibly soft and incredibly heavy, falling to the ground with the wind being knocked out of his lungs. As he opened his eyes, trying to sit up he found himself pinned… by a chubby, warm and sweaty monster that looked a lot like the Mareanie’s found off the shore. She was breathing heavy, her eyes distant, clearly acting on instinct. With a fearful look in his eye, continuing to struggle, she began to go down on him, reaching towards his pants to yank them down...
I'm looking into changing the ways my commissions operate; what method do you reckon works?
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Welcome to my commission page. I'll be glad to write things for you! But first, we need to talk details.

Prices
My current prices are based per story for now and are valued at $5 USD, while smaller items such as captions are valued at $2.50 USD. 18+ rated or items with sexual themes will be priced higher however at $8 USD per story and $3.50 USD per caption. 

This section is subject to change and rates may vary in the future, perhaps to reflect per-page work.

What I WILL write
I will write upon request:
-Transformation (TF) into most creatures, including but not inclusive: Animals, Mythical Creatures and Pokemon
-Transgender (TG). This does not include bimbofication
-Age changes (AR + AP)
-Weight gain (WG) and other forms of expansion + inflation
-Anthro
-Particular sexual themes
-Shipfics
-Just plain comfy scenes or story

What I WILL NOT write
I will not accept commissions containing:
-Any content that breaks deviantArt's rules and guidelines
-Any content featuring minors in a sexually explicit manner
-Bathroom kinks, such as scat, piss, diapers and excessive amounts of gore
-Inanimate TFs and Material-based TFs
-Obscure Character changes or something that I do not have sufficient knowledge of

If something is not listed above please ask me and I will tell you if it's all fine or not.

Slots
I have four slots available at any given time (subject to change), with the first place taking priority. Current slots:
1. Anthro Mawile TF/TG for :iconmawcarby:
2. Rosa TG Part 2 for :icondefiantviewer:
3. Double Meowstic TF/TG for :iconmrtherandomguy42:
4. [FREE]

Please send me a note or a message on Discord (Calc#8132) if you want to discuss commission details. Each commission will be done at my earliest convenience.

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The beaming, summer sun shined down upon the sparkling, tropical sea of Melemele Island, the seafront Hau’oli City serving as a tourist hotspot for those wanting to get away and relax in the sand. It was an incredible destination for both travelers and locals alike, the marina bringing in people from Kanto to Kalos, from Orre to Unova. There really was no limit on entertainment in Alola, for both trainers and tourists alike.

That statement was no exception for Brandon, who had been blown away both by the scenery and the heat the moment he stepped off the boat. The door to the clothing store slide open as he stepped back outside, a short wardrobe change later to complete his summer kit; a blue, floral shirt with a thin white shirt underneath, with blue and yellow board shorts and thongs on his feet. He took a deep breath, a small pack over his shoulder as he thought for the moment.
He had heard about Alola every now and again, spying its name every time he walked past the travel agency in the cities in Hoenn and now that he had the money and the time, he could afford to come here. Needless to say, he was impressed! Well worth the trip and the money spent.

Rolling his shoulders, feeling the warm sun beam down upon him he began to step across the road, checking both ways quickly before stepping across in a hurry. Apparently Kantonese people were the more common types of tourist, due to the proximity to the islands. No wonder why all these introduced species were around… He had seen a couple of strange looking Rattatas scurry around the city, perhaps that’s what they were?

Walking down the sandy steps to the beach, Brandon slipped off his thongs and held them loosely in his hand, walking across the dry hot sand, looking for an empty spot to set up. He could see a couple of lifeguards, an on-beach bathroom and plenty of people resting on the beach, some in the shallow waters playing with their friends and families.

The salty sea breeze gently blew in his face, Wingulls and Pelippers flying around in the sky, with Pyukumukus lying on the wet sand, being brought in with the shore before being washed out again. There were gentle waves that rolled over and crashed, forming white foam as it washed up the shoreline. Brand dropped his backpack, opening it up and pulling out his towel, rolling the soft, fluffy and absorbent fabric out onto the soft sand, his pack next to him as he laid down, getting comfortable on the beautifully warm sand.

His body sunk into the soft dune, making an impression of his body where he lay and just tried to relax, give his body a few moments to just soak up the sunshine… until the heat was getting a bit too much. Brandon sat up, a slight furrow etched across his face as he reached into his bag, taking out a bottle of water. A slight sip, watching the people around him as he surveyed once again in curiosity, swirling the water in his bottle as he watched an unfortunate sap getting punched in the face by a sea cucumber. He laughed, shaking his head at the man’s misfortune before he put the water bottle back in his bag before he stood, stepping off his towel. It was time to hit the water, cool off a bit in the famous seas of Alola.

Removing his blue, outer shirt, he began to step down the beach towards the water, his footprints being left behind in the sand, especially as the sand got wetter and firmer underneath his feet. Eventually the edges of the waves washed up to greet him, the whitewash licking the undersides of his feet as he began to wade out, the water level slowly rising up his legs. It was beautiful; the temperature was warm, in the way that stepping into it wasn’t unpleasant. A beautiful soothing cold that complimented his needs beautifully, with precise specifications supplied by the summer sun. He continued to wade out further, watching the group of strangers not too far away from him swim and play not too far from shore, the water continuing to rise up his legs, soaking his swimwear. A small wave approached him and with a bit of impulse stepped forward to drive right through it, taking the plunge as he went right through the water, ending up on the other side wet with saltwater. It was worthwhile; immediate relief from the sun on his skin. He touched back down in the water, his feet landing on the sandy floor.

Yet sand doesn’t necessarily feel like the slimy film of a creature, along with a shooting, stabbing pain going up through his foot. As soon as he noticed the pain his leg jerked back, gasping in sudden pain as he clutched his foot, standing on one leg as his mind suddenly tried to rapidly puzzle out what the fuck he had stepped on. Diving his face into the water, squinting his eyes to protect his eyes from the saltwater, what he could see was… this strange, spiny light blue and purple creature. With a nonchalant, almost tired gaze it turned to look up at him with jaundiced eyes, chewing on a pink piece of coral. With that, it turned around and turned to float away, taking the tide with it.

Taking his head out of the water, Brandon stayed still for a moment as everything slowly ticked over in his mind. That was… something. He had never seen that Pokémon before. What the hell was that?
As much as his internal monologue distracted him, he could still feel the stabbing sensation throbbing at the bottom of his foot and for his own safety began to hobble back to shore, riding the tide a little back to more solid ground. Limping with as much caution as he could, he hobbled back over the sand, the granules sticking to his wet body before he collapsed back on his towel. He lay there for a moment, head tipped back as he waited for the pain to ebb away slightly before he investigated, pulling his foot closer.

On the bottom of his foot were puncture marks, broken skin with  spots of blood oozing out as the skin around the wound was flushed red, slightly purple… likely from bruising, or something. He grumbled to himself, picking himself off his towel. A lifeguard should be able to help him out, figure out if that thing was super dangerous or-

Only a few steps over the sand had passed before a sudden wave of feverish sickness passed over him, dizziness making him stagger and fall to his knees. He felt woozy, his head spinning as his thoughts scattered. What was this feeling all of a sudden…? That thing must’ve been dangerous to-

“Sir?” A female voice broke through his clouded thoughts as he looked up, seeing a youthful, tanned lifeguard peering down at him, her hand outstretched with a worried look on her face. “Are you alright?”
Brandon’s eyes struggled to focus as he outstretched his hand, taking the lifeguard’s offer as he was helped onto his feet, a shooting sensation running up his wounded leg.”What’s wrong?” She asked, looking at his face with concern. “Are you ill?”

With a moment of hesitation he nodded, thoughts fuzzy as he lost what he was originally going to say. “Yeah… Just felt sick all of a sudden.”
Her face lightened up slightly, a bit of relief showing up on her face. She turned around with one hand and pointed towards the on-beach bathroom. “Just head there if you need some water. If you need anymore help, just come and find one of the lifeguards on duty.”

With a slow nod, a hand holding his forehead as it began to painfully throb with a growing headache, he began to limp across the hot sand. The lifeguard watched Brandon go, arms by her side before she shook her head, turning her attention back to the water.

The journey to the safety of the porcelain bowl wasn’t long, but he could certainly feel his condition worsen. His spinning head, the feverish feeling bubbling up inside his body and the sweat that came with it. He was certain in his delirious mind that the Pokémon was the cause of this, but unaware that with each limping step he took, merely pumped the venom through him more, his foot beginning to puff up like some insane allergic reaction, the bruised purple colour beginning to creep upwards...

Brandon stumbled into the warm, almost disgustingly humid bathroom, beelining immediately for the sink to clasp at the sides of the basin, taking deep breaths and getting the feeling of sickness under control. Once he felt calm enough he reached down to turn the aged faucet on, a stream of cool, fresh water falling from it, which he hastily used to splash his face, drinking from his hands followed by a relieved breath out. It was a start, but he couldn’t deny the painful aches that were still present; and rising through his body. His breath felt short, his body weak and his wet clothes just felt… tight. It was fine… a warm shower here would do him good. Then he could be treated and go on his way.

He stepped away from the mirror, limping across the sandy cement floor towards the slightly sheltered shower, taking it easy on himself… but the state of his leg made it difficult. It didn’t feel right, like his leg had been stung and he was having a painful allergic reaction. Finally getting into the shower, a mere wall protecting him from the sight of others he turned on the hot water, leaning against the wall as it began to rain down on top of him, feeling so much better. It was so soothing, just letting the water run through his hair… but it still didn’t fix the problem at hand. He glanced down to his leg and… found the situation so much worse than he had expected.

It certainly had swollen, but not in the way he had expected it to. He expected a inflamed red limb, firm to the touch and painful… but what he got instead was purple, the sight of his leg looking soft and getting worse before his eyes. In his stunned curiosity he reached down, carefully and pressed his fingers into the flesh, finding it… squishy, like fat. His fingers came away from the skin slightly sticky, which was quickly washed away by the stream of water from overhead. What the fuck was going on?!

As he stood himself back up, Brandon’s breathing began to quicken as his mind ticked over possibility over possibility of what could be happening to him, just letting the water wash over him before he placed his face into his hands, letting out a deep groan. His holiday had gone from great to life-threatening, all from one stupid Pokemon he didn’t even know the name of. That’s it, he had to get out and tell a lifeguard what had happened. He was feeling better, hopefully his condition wouldn’t stop him from thinking straight again. He took his face out of his hands…

...only to find that they too were thicker, his hands and fingers chubbier and a lot more purple than they were before.
Panic began to set in as he realised whatever that Pokemon had done to him was working a hell of a lot faster than it should’ve. His feet, feeling much heavier than before slid on the wet tiles underneath him, sending him plummeting towards the ground to land on his ass, yelping as he fell. But the impact wasn’t as much as he expected… only now realising how snug his blue and yellow board shorts were, his legs slowly but surely being consumed by the strange purple colour. He groaned as he propped himself up, his arms suddenly feeling very weak before his eyes focused on his wet shirt and the purple colour underneath as his torso slowly rose, becoming more plumper by the second.

This was so much more than a simple allergic reaction or mere venom from a Pokemon… this was madness! He gritted his teeth, confused to feel his top canines slip easily out of his mouth and struggled to get himself to stand up. His shirt was certainly being stretched by his own rebelling body, some of it even spilling over the waistline of his board short. He had to get in front of a mirror, had to get up… seeing that it could only get worse as he saw his chest beginning to rise, new, hefty melons filling out his shirt and clinging to the wet fabric.

There wasn’t really pain anymore, no more of the dizziness or sickness, just the uncomfortable feeling of bloating and pins and needles in multiple parts of his body along with sensitive sensations as he pressed his legs together in his quest to try to get up. Brandon swore profusely, a mucus masked effeminate voice escaping his mouth, unable to see the chubby purple coloured face. Finally he got up, as much of an effort it was on his particularly heavier body, the shower continuing to run as he waddled himself out of the shower, first checking something of importance by shoving his hand down his pants; nothing. It was gone. Her worst fears after seeing the hefty breasts grow from underneath that wet T-shirt were confirmed.

With a painfully embarrassing jiggle in her step, she moved over to the mirror and clutched the basin as she stared deeply and desperately into it, seeing a pair of jaundiced, light blue eyes stare back at her. Her face was cute and chubby, watching the useless hairs on her head fall out as a bob of light blue tentacles grew downwards, ten barbed tentacles with an additional final yellow spine flourishing on the top of her head.

She stood there, dripping wet and slowly breathing, motionless while her heart beat heavily inside her chest. She blinked, watching the strange, Pokemon-like creature blink back with the same stunned expression. She… was like that creature. Also a girl. Also fat.
How the fuck does a thing like this even happen?!

As she took a step back to run her chubby little fingers through her tentacles, the sound of the bathroom door opening caught her off guard, turning her head towards the entrance and immediately panicking, running to the toilet stall and shutting herself inside. She parked herself up on the toilet seat as someone came in, being shocked still and not daring to make a move, dripping water onto the floor as whoever it was did their business. She… She had to get out of here. But she couldn’t now, not while everyone was still around. She’ll just wait til it’s night. Then she’ll see. Get back to the hotel room and make a few calls...
Name: Caleb

Starsign: Sagittarius, Chinese zodiac is the Ox.

Average hours of sleep: I'd like to say around 7? But it's probably something more like 6.

Lucky number: Anything ending with a 5 or a 0.

Last thing I googled: ...1997 chinese zodiac. 

When I started this account: 5 years ago or around there, it was made as an alt account before I moved here and started posting content.

Amount of watchers: 529, which is phenomenal considering how much I don't post.

What do I post: Anything I want really? But mainly TF/TG shit, not both together all the time though along with anything else that may interest me. I love writing for people but I get distracted easily? Hence the long breaks.

Do I run any more blogs: I have alternate more personal/not linked to this community accounts on other sites that I'd rather keep private.

Why did I choose this username: It was originally something else (Calclor, which stemmed off from runescape) but was changed to this to keep it more ambiguous. Yeah, pretty much it.

Not tagging anyone cause I have no friends :( 
Enjoy!
Name: Caleb

Starsign: Sagittarius, Chinese zodiac is the Ox.

Average hours of sleep: I'd like to say around 7? But it's probably something more like 6.

Lucky number: Anything ending with a 5 or a 0.

Last thing I googled: ...1997 chinese zodiac. 

When I started this account: 5 years ago or around there, it was made as an alt account before I moved here and started posting content.

Amount of watchers: 529, which is phenomenal considering how much I don't post.

What do I post: Anything I want really? But mainly TF/TG shit, not both together all the time though along with anything else that may interest me. I love writing for people but I get distracted easily? Hence the long breaks.

Do I run any more blogs: I have alternate more personal/not linked to this community accounts on other sites that I'd rather keep private.

Why did I choose this username: It was originally something else (Calclor, which stemmed off from runescape) but was changed to this to keep it more ambiguous. Yeah, pretty much it.

Not tagging anyone cause I have no friends :( 
Enjoy!

I'm looking into changing the ways my commissions operate; what method do you reckon works? 

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Gorchard Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2017
Thx for the follow weeb~
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Kaviix Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2017  Student General Artist
why tho?
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WeebWriteMan Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
why not
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Kaviix Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2017  Student General Artist
why where
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why who
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Thetinynekowarrior Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2017
HEY!























Meow. That is all.
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WeebWriteMan Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
hello meow, kon
for this message i will personally hunt you down unless you give me a good reason for your presence
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Thetinynekowarrior Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2017
Nah. I don't feel like it. =U-U=
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WeebWriteMan Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
why do people like you do these things
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Hey, thanks for the watch!
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