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Supermoon (Lycanroc Midnight TF)
The night was settling in on the mining town of Oreburgh, the star speckled sky looking down on the land of Sinnoh, the rocky roads blowing small remnants of coal dust throughout the town, the fresh air entering the vents and flushing the mines with sweet, sweet air. But that wasn’t important to Matthew, glancing out the window from the small living room in his house, looking up at the darkening night sky.
Tonight was a special night, at least one for those who enjoyed celestial phenomena or had the time to glance outside at least once during the night. The supermoon was taking place tonight, a very rare event where the full moon is closest to the earth on its orbit, making it appear bright and large in the night sky, almost like a close star in the night. He had never properly seen one before, but now that he knew about it, he was kinda excited to see it. He had his camera ready to take a few photos and all that he had to do was wait.
Matthew smirked, turning away from his blind
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Control (Silvally TF)
“...Thanks for coming, Zan.” Gladion said, his arms folded tightly against his body as they rode the elevator down into the depths of Aether Paradise. The young girl accompanying him smiled, rubbing the back of her hair, ruffling her dark blue hair in the process. “Yeah, anytime. Can’t believe Wicke still lets us down here, even after all that happened.”
“She’s a good lady. Always meant well. Besides, what happened… happened. Lillie’s helping Mother now. And I’ve been meaning to do this for a while now.”
Zan nodded, glancing at the metallic walls as the end of their elevator ride came to a close. “Yeah… Learning more about Silvally, right? Or at least, to find out what you know.”
Gladion nodded as the sight of the ‘secret’ laboratory came into view, the elevator finally reaching the bottom of the shaft as they got off, looking around at the familiar, futuristic lab area. She had been done he
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Literature
Nature's Coronation (Tsareena TF/TG)
The fenced, leaf-strewn trail snaked through the trees of the forest, nature surrounding Brandon as he walked slowly along the ground, using a large stick he had found to guide him on his journey. The path was lined with buried planks and logs to direct travelers and hikers on the path and ensure they didn’t go astray… at least, the fence helped with that too. It would be unfortunate if people misstepped and slid down into the forested crater that the trail encircled…
The gentle breeze blew through the greenery, rustling the leaves in the canopy that grew to either side of him. He paused a moment, reaching into his pack to get a drink of water, moving towards the fence to look down through the trees into the covered crater below. The canopy below really was thick; there was almost no space he could see between the leaves.
He had decided to go out to this place to just get a bit of fresh air, some walking exercise and the like. It wasn’t too remote, a local natur
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Literature
Accursed Dance (Brionne TF)
A beautiful deep purple coated the twilight sky as the sun began to creep below the horizon, the few clouds blazing orange as the minutes ticked by, the moon waiting to take its place. Malie City, situated on the island of Ula’Ula slowly began to becoming alive with streetlights, tall lantern-like poles lining the streets of the eastern metropolis. Stalls and stores open to the streets lined the roads and pathways, trying to get tourists and locals to eat their exotic cuisine, compared to other cities on the quartet of islands. People walked their Pokemon, a few Pokemon carried their people as everyone went about their business.
A young teenager and his family walked the streets, walking past buildings with slanted roofs towards their destination; a large, extravagant theatre where they had purchased tickets to see one of the most recommended shows on their travel brochures. Despite being a tropical region, the nights here on Ula’Ula had the potential to be kind of nippy. T
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Literature
Poisonous Vapor (Salazzle TF/TG)
Samuel unlocked the door to his small house, his tie loose around his neck as he stepped inside, locking the door behind him. What a long day at the office. Somewhat stressful, with a bunch loaded off onto him as he scratched the side of his face, throwing his coat onto the lounge in his living room before heading straight to his bedroom. But he was sure to have something to take the edge off. A little something to just make him relax and mellow out a bit, give him a bit of space before he began to work on the paperwork.
He flicked on the light to his bedroom, looking around at the plain, white walls and the darkened window, taking a moment to fall onto his bed in the corner of the small bedroom. It was a small house, with all the right living necessities with a small enough rent to live on by. There were a few glaring problems; the lack of a large, backdoor area, the obvious age the place had and how everything broke down every now and again. He didn’t try to let it bother him t
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Literature
The Resort (Double Meowstic TF/TG)
A small, sleek white ferry drifted slowly across the calm waters of the sea, the mainland seen far in the distance behind them, touching the horizon with a tint of blended green. Upon the small ship, the section open to the air sheltered by a black, plastic ceiling were two passengers. A young man, on one side of the ship, leaning on the metal rail, looking out to the deep blue sea and a young lady, seated in a chair on the opposite side of the ship, a game console in her hand as she peered through her glasses, pressing buttons with a detached, emotionless expression upon her face.
The man’s short brown hair ruffled in the sea breeze, watching the water crash and foam upon itself, breathing slowly before his eyes glanced over to the lady in the chair, his shoulders sagging ever so slightly as he shook his head, rubbing the light layer of stubble on his chin before slowly stepping over. He was an average guy, taller than some with a lean build. His shoulders were broad but his arm
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Literature
Add a Little More Protein (Miltank TF/TG)
A large box of protein powder was placed on top of the kitchen counter, along with a large tall glass and a bottle of Moo Moo Farm certified Moo Moo Milk™. Daryl smoothed his short, brown hair back and without a word began to prepare his morning protein drink, wearing a red tracksuit, a few strips of white running vertically down his outfit. Wordlessly he reached into the box of protein powder, measuring out a single scoop of the stuff before emptying it into the glass, checking the instructions briefly before looking at the cover of the box.
He had been working on his physique for a couple months now, waking up most mornings to go for a jog before coming home to work out a bit with the equipment here. It was scheduled, was done before the day had really started and left him with the rest of his day. Go to work, come home, enjoy a meal that coincides with your diet and enjoy the rest of the evening online. A simple life, but one that worked for him.
He continued to study the box
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Literature
Meta (Shiny Umbreon TF/TG)
“So, please remind me why I was chosen for this again?”
“Dear, you were chosen cause the writer willed it so.” The lady proclaimed, lifting up the man’s arms and stretching a measuring tape across it, mentally remembering his measurements before continuing with the rest of his body. The room they were in was plain white, with only a few features; a desk, a chest of drawers and a few chairs.
“Well I know that, but why me?” He complained, shifting and holding stiff wherever the lady moved her measuring tape, a wordless agreement between the two characters.
“Perhaps you were just unlucky. Or lucky, for that matter. Out of the infinite number of Toms in the world, you just happened to be chosen. Which then raises questions if you are even real, but that’s for the philosophers and the crazies. Stand up please sweetie.”
He stood up, looking forward into the blank white walls before glancing back. “So this… writer guy dec
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Switchin' (Anthro Mawile TF/TG) [18+] :iconweebwriteman:WeebWriteMan 23 0
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Mean Toxins (Anthro Mareanie TF/TG) [18+ Edit] :iconweebwriteman:WeebWriteMan 12 2
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Literature
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 or 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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Literature
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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Hi there! I'm WeebWriteMan and I write things I'm not very proud of.

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The night was settling in on the mining town of Oreburgh, the star speckled sky looking down on the land of Sinnoh, the rocky roads blowing small remnants of coal dust throughout the town, the fresh air entering the vents and flushing the mines with sweet, sweet air. But that wasn’t important to Matthew, glancing out the window from the small living room in his house, looking up at the darkening night sky.

Tonight was a special night, at least one for those who enjoyed celestial phenomena or had the time to glance outside at least once during the night. The supermoon was taking place tonight, a very rare event where the full moon is closest to the earth on its orbit, making it appear bright and large in the night sky, almost like a close star in the night. He had never properly seen one before, but now that he knew about it, he was kinda excited to see it. He had his camera ready to take a few photos and all that he had to do was wait.

Matthew smirked, turning away from his blinds and moved to his couch, jumping onto it and turning on the television, his shoes placed neatly at the foot of the couch, dressed warmly in a jacket and long pants with clean, short cut grey socks. The channel flicked on, showing a night time news broadcast of various happenings across the world. They discussed events across the region, like battle challenges over at the Battle Zone, some heartwarming tales of rescued Pokemon and some strange ones regarding missing persons and the mysterious appearances of some Pokemon, especially in the Alola region. How strange. No doubt there’d be a couple of comments or conspiracy theories on the internet, or something…

The time ticked on as he got more comfortable, waiting for the right time for the moon to truly shine. The news turned into a nature documentary, exploring the oceans of Hoenn that lulled him into a relaxed state as his eyes began to half close, resting his head on the pillow cushions as the gentle sight of the waves, the fish diving out of the water and the close, high definition shots of the underwater seascape, with its Clamperls and Tentacools and all the flora and fauna. It was peaceful, relaxing… He woke up to the loud sound of an explosion as he sat up quickly, shaking himself awake as on the television an action movie was put on, a man running away from the flames of an explosion with his fellow Arcanine partner, the both of them sweaty and injured, but still managing to make it out with their lives.

He immediately tuned out of the movie as he went to check his phone, cursing a bit as he realised he had briefly fallen asleep. It was eleven o’clock at night… Wait, that was perfect! The supermoon should be in full swing now! Slapping his face to wake him up a bit, he jumped over to his shoes, slipping them on his feet and making sure the laces were tied neatly, fixing his slightly messed up bed hair by running his fingers through the blonde strands. Jumping to his feet, he switched off the TV, grabbing his camera and heading outside, shutting the door behind him. He wouldn’t be too long, just had to go out into the street.

The streets were incredibly bright, like a distant spotlight was shining into the entire town. He could see clearly down either sides of the street, the houses lining the street in clear view, most of the windows dark or dim, with only a few still on. His shoes crunched against the gravelly rocky path that lead to the harder packed road, a breeze blowing coal dust through the air. He took a deep breath, turning on his camera and finally cast his eyes to the sky.

The moon was absolutely huge, much larger and much brighter in the nighttime sky, blocking out the light of some dimmer stars as it shone with the intensity of the sun. Turning on the camera and looking through it in the lens, he could see every crater, the luminous surface of the moon beaming across his entire body… it was almost mystical, making his hair stand on end… or was that the chill of the night? The breeze brushing past his neck? He couldn’t tell, as his finger pressed the button to take some photos, but his attention grew less interested in taking mere pictures, lowering the camera from his face to stare at the celestial body in all its brilliance. His hand, beginning to fall to his side, holding the camera looser and looser as the hairs on the back of his hand began to pale to a white, fingernails beginning to darken and lengthen, sinking deeper into his hand as the he bathed in the moonlight, standing entranced in the street as he drank in its power.

He couldn’t explain it, staring at its beauty as his postured slumped, hardly noticing anything happened to him as the moon’s blessing was granted to him, as well as those who stared too deeply into insanity. His hair began to flourish, growing more thicker and bountiful as he flexed his hands, stretched his toes, feeling the power flood to them as while his pinky and thumb became stubbier and shorter, the bone and flesh merging with the middle fingers as they became thicker, the nail becoming so embedded and thick that they became claws, starting off small but quickly thickening, turning viciously sharp, wicked claws.

Matthew began to sway on his legs, his heel slowly lifting off the ground as the bones cracked, stretched, his foot lengthening as holes were torn in his socks, the front of his shoes bursting with three, growing toe-claws tearing through the material. His clothes seemed to grow around him, losing the height and length of his legs as the waistband began to slide down the side of his thighs, brushed with sleek, crimson fur that only continued to spread and grow into a fine coat. The madness of the moon was showing in his eyes, a crazed grin beginning to show on his face, showing rows of sharpened teeth while a short, white furred tail began to poke out of his tailbone, all while his pants slipped further, showing off the top of his muscular thighs.

His eyes began to glow, a dim, pink light consuming the whites of his eyes as he softly growled, white fluff building up around his neck. It covered his whole, thinner torso, a hard, white tuft pushing out on his shirt. The camera hit the rocky floor as he breathed in the coal dust of the town, feeling the breeze on his wet nose, the pops and cracks as his jaw pushed forward, merging with his nose in a growing muzzle. The white fur crawled up his face, his ears being stretched and pulled upwards, covered in the crimson fur, losing the definition of the human ear and falling over on his head, flopped ears. His white, luscious mane had traveled down the back of his neck onwards to his back, two rocky ridges on either sides of his chests holding it in place as it continued to fluff up, growing even more magnificent before finally an urge overtook Matthew, tipping himself forward, clenching his eyes as he trembled, holding his claws close to his chest…

With the climax of the moonlight pouring into him he tipped his head back skyward, letting out a long howl at the moon, tearing his shirt to shreds and releasing him from the human confines as his jacket fell to the ground. A chorus of howls, distant but in unison broke out over the region, differing stories for the new individuals. Lights flicked on in the houses as a thirst for the hunt overtook him as he looked from either side, an instinctual urge to fight overtaking him before he ran, fleeing from the town as people opened their doors to investigate, wondering what the hell that howl was as the new lycan began his time under the moonlight.
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. 
I also accept other forms of payment, whether it be via an art trade (of equal value or agreed to by both parties) or games on Steam. I will NOT accept points.

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
-Pregnancy
-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 five slots available at any given time (subject to change), with the first place taking priority. Current slots:

1. Human Dragoness TF/TG for :iconpyd3p1p3r:
2. Ash to Axew TF/TG/MC/AR for :iconrinning:
3. Vaporeon TF for :icongorchard:
4. Ash to Sylveon TF/TG/MC for :iconrinning:
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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.

Thank you and have a good day!
“...Thanks for coming, Zan.” Gladion said, his arms folded tightly against his body as they rode the elevator down into the depths of Aether Paradise. The young girl accompanying him smiled, rubbing the back of her hair, ruffling her dark blue hair in the process. “Yeah, anytime. Can’t believe Wicke still lets us down here, even after all that happened.”

“She’s a good lady. Always meant well. Besides, what happened… happened. Lillie’s helping Mother now. And I’ve been meaning to do this for a while now.”
Zan nodded, glancing at the metallic walls as the end of their elevator ride came to a close. “Yeah… Learning more about Silvally, right? Or at least, to find out what you know.”
Gladion nodded as the sight of the ‘secret’ laboratory came into view, the elevator finally reaching the bottom of the shaft as they got off, looking around at the familiar, futuristic lab area. She had been done here a couple of times, all for various reasons… it was good to see this place when a crises wasn’t on their hands. She strolled slowly, shivering a little while pulling her black tee she had gotten from Team Skull back over her shoulders. “It’s always so cold down here…”

“The place needs to be well refrigerated. There’s lots of sensitive stuff down here.” Gladion stepped forward, remaining as stoic as possible as the sliding door to the labs opened. “Come on. This way.”
The two strolled out onto the walkway, leading to a few large cubicles, a few familiar buildings she had been in before. He led them to the first one before stopping, turning around and putting one hand in his jacket pocket. “Alright, you take this one. Try to find any stuff you don’t know yet. Journal entries, logs, powers, abilities, what it likes, you-”
“Hold up, did you say ‘what it likes’?” Zan said, tilting her head a little bit as Gladion blinked a bit towards the question, before flitting his eyes away, not looking directly at her.
“It’s… It’s important, okay? Anything about it. Any information at all. This is a new species, after all. My species. I need to know about it, okay?” He tried to calmly explain himself, a rosy tint coming over his cheeks before he turned around and briskly walked away, leaving Zan to herself, to cheekily smile and shake her head, sighing in amusement. “What a dorky guy… Right. Let’s see what’s in here.”

The door slid open to the laboratory, absent of anyone aside from the white noise of all the electronics running down here. She stepped in slow, collecting her surroundings and pinpointing places to look for research, taking in the storage area, the books and journals on the shelf and the computer at the desk.
Well, she was lazy. Computer it is!

She parked herself down in the computer chair by the monitor, fixing up her roughed denim shorts (which she INSISTED was part of her look) and booted on the system, waiting for the screen to flicker on and display the list of logs that were stored on the system. Moving the mouse she began to highlight things she had to read or were relevant, beginning to open up logs, getting comfortable in her chair.

It was largely uneventful and frankly boring. She poured through previous logs written by Faba, most of which she had already read on one of her visits down here to learn about what some of Aether was actually doing, trying to find anything she missed. Everything largely remained the same, scanning through each document and entry for anything, slowly reclining in her chair in boredom as she flicked through each one with less vigor that the last. Her eyes half closed as she went through more and more and she kinda wished she wasn’t here. What would Gladion give her afterwards? A malasada could be tasty…

She laughed at an anonymous note buried in the documents that read ‘Faba is a loser!’ Whether it was left here recently or she simply missed it in her hurry was another thing, but it wasn’t relevant to what she was looking for. Back to the slow, meticulous read, the boring- Wait, hold the fuck up.

A document she must’ve skimmed over on previous visits lay sitting there, something she hadn’t read before. As she clicked on it to examine the contents, she was absolutely certain this was fresh information. It read:

“Project BK had the potential to be so much greater, but in the end it was a huge blow for everyone involved. If the project was successful, the process of synthesising Type:Full would have become streamlined, allowing us to have a much greater defense against the Ultra Beasts. The three tests, however, failed. They rejected their RKS systems and had to be fitted with control masks. Those were not easy to make, by any margin. We had to make spares just in case Type:Full broke out before being put in cryostasis.
Maybe we were approaching this the wrong way. But it’s too late now. Project BK is over.”

The document wasn’t signed, so it was hard to tell who wrote it, but from the context it seemed like some kind of head researcher. At least more empathy than Faba… but wait, they intended to make more than three? Spare control masks? Well, it may not be related to the Pokemon itself, but it’s a bloody good start…
Right, so where was those control masks?

She stood up, beginning to walk around the laboratory, peeking in cupboards and looking under things, working her way towards the main storage room. She had no luck, only finding scientific looking doohickeys and other sanitary chemicals, before finally opening the door and stepping inside. If they weren’t here, they might be in the other lab… She’ll get to inform Gladion of its existence too.
The storage room was super cold, like she had just stepped into the fridge, even colder than out there. She shivered, holding herself before quickly looking around.

Boxes of stuff were covered in tarp, some sealed while some were open to the cool air, but all covered up. The sides of the boxes had labels on them, stuff ranging from various forms of chemicals, to genetic matter, to uniforms and safety equipment… She strolled through the isles of the small, box filled room before finally finding what she wanted. ‘Project BK Type:Full control masks. Extremely fragile, handle with care.” Perfect!

She took off the tarp and underneath found the strange looking control masks, a few of them delicately placed inside. Zan reached inside and reached around to grasp the underside of the mask, lifting one of them out of the box. It was kind of weird to not see it on the creature itself, at least until Gladion befriended the creature. It… really looked unfortable though, with the weird hinges sticking out of it and everything and the cramped, limited space for the mask. There was hardly any room for the eyes as well.

Zan stepped back out into the main area, gently tossing it up in the air and turning it around, catching it to look at the back, really just getting a better look at the thing. How’d this thing work? Did it have some kinda electronics to it or what? How’d it… control? How’d they even get it on? There was a tiny hole at the back… was that it? She peered closer at the device mask, her proximity to it triggering it and turning it on. The mask began to whirr slightly, making her furrow her brow in a bit of confusion as the mask misread the being holding the device. Her proximity to Gladion’s Silvally, any small, residual thing having rubbed off onto her… it detected the wrong type of creature on the outside. And with her face as close as it was, all it took was for the mask to suddenly open up and latch onto her face, locking tight with a hydraulic hiss.

With a muffled yelp, her vision immediately restricted through the small eyeholes of the mask she struggled to try to take it off, reaching underneath it as the computer inside scanned the being stuck inside. She tried frantically to pull it off, feeling her heart rate increase as panic began to set in, trying to lift it off, then trying to pry it open from the hold at the back, reaching around the pointed hinges but to no avail. Her warm breath was felt inside the mask, stuffy and uncomfortable as the mask itself was loose yet uncomfortable as shook her head as the scan completed.

That thing, on closer inspection was NOT Type:Full. The computer on the mask didn’t know what it was. It had Type:Full’s specifications but it didn’t have anything else on record because it wasn’t meant for anything else. It was only meant to control Type:Full…

So controlling Type:Full it will do.

The mask let out a shock that tensed up her body, clenching her hands into fists as the energy coursed through her, going on for a few seconds that felt like an eternity before she collapsed onto one knee, breathing pained, heavy breaths. She fell forward, holding herself up with a weakened, shaky arm as she could hardly see what was going on through the control mask. She shuddered, looking forward at her hand, trying to collect her strength so she could get back up, get to Gladion… but it all started to happen so fast.

The mask didn’t know what to do, so it merely tried to override the being inside. It had the genetic data on hand, so simply administering it should work out fine. For Zan, however, her eyes widening in shocked horror, she saw the skin on her hand grow harder, greener, almost gaining a metallic quality as a few chosen finger began to sharpen and grow into points, growing in size, mass, becoming much larger than anything a human would be expected to have.

She stumbled to her feet, almost staggering and falling back down again from the tightness and strange feelings contained in her shoes, like her entire center of balance was thrown off. Her knees buckled, legs beginning to thicken with muscle as a coat of black fur began to cover her legs. They were misshapen, growing at different speeds as she could feel her torso beginning to press into her black tee, a hand moving to feel her body… only getting wicked sharp claws in return to slash holes in her shirt. The entire shape of her hand was remodeling itself, her thumb beginning to bend in ways she never thought possible, turning back as the palm of her hand slowly disappeared, being overtaken by the three, large claws.

It didn’t stop there, her bones growing in size, yet the skin around it peeling away to reveal the metallic green underneath. She tried her best to look at all the changes happening to her body, but it was too much while her head was trapped inside the mask. She clawed at the side of it, trying to do some damage while her ears began to pull into points, fitting the shape inside of the mask more snugly. She whimpered as even her jaw began to pull forward, the entire shape of her body getting larger and more animalistic as the seconds ticked by.

Her legs finally betrayed her, the large, three-toed paws bursting out of her red shoes, making her fall back onto the ground, screwing up her eyes with tears as her ruined denim shorts gave way to a large tail fin, growing quickly in size and leaving her clothing in tatters. Even her shirt was beginning to tear, the muscles around her neck swelling it lengthened, letting out pained grunts that become more inhuman with each breath. Long, white fur began to spread across her neck, even moving up into the mask itself. The sides of where her neck fit into the mask become more snug, even on the verge of being a bit too tight, making her cough and growl, feeling her nose press into the moulds of the device. That’s what it was doing it her, moulding her into what it was meant to control.

She slumped on the ground, feeling her shirt tear as the long, white fur covered her shoulders like a poncho, still patches of skin left on her body that weren’t left for long. She shook on the floor of the laboratory, letting out an anguished roar, letting out the last semblance of her human voice. She stumbled around on her four legs, swaying left and right, ramming into cupboards as she reached up to claw the mask off, falling back onto her haunches, leaving deep claw marks in the mask… but still no progress.

But the roar got someone’s attention. Quick, hurried footsteps were heard outside the room momentarily before the door slid open, Gladion’s panicked face stepping in. “Zan?! What-”
His panic turned into horror as he saw the large, chimeric beast laying on the floor, trying to pull off its mask. He watched as patches of human skin were covered by fur, the creature’s muscles still developing. He watched as it roared in pain as a large crest rose of out the top of the mask, feather-like things sticking out the top. In a hurry, acting rather than thinking what had happened he dashed over to the chimera, moving to its side and reaching at the back, where the small hole was.
“Hey, you ready?” He said, his breathing heavy, his panic noticeable on his face, but his voice was calm. He tried to remain calm despite the situation before him. He helped direct the beast’s claws towards the hole, hooking it in. “On three. One, two… three!”

With their combined efforts and Zan’s newly gained strength, the two tore the mask in two as it sparked and sputtered, small electric sounds being heard as it fell to the floor. Finally free, Zan freaked the fuck out, trying to run but finding her body not responding the way she wanted. She looked all around, in a heightened state of panic as she looked all around like a scared dog. Gladion ran in front of her, holding out his hands trying to get her to calm down. “Hey! Hey!!” He said assertively, even while her eyes were wide, continuing to look all around before he reached out to hold either sides of her face, holding her still. His touch and her attention being reigned in began to calm her down. Gladion tried to exercise deep breathing, helping her follow it… and when her panic flared up again he was there to calm her, holding the sides of her face. He was trained in this, he had done this before… but the circumstances were so much more different and dire.

Finally, Zan had calmed down to the point where she was simply freaked out, shaking her head and getting a look at her body. She hardly understood what happened, but finally Gladion was bold enough to ask the question. “...Zan?”
She looked up, making him step back and look sympathetic, apologetic and thoughtful, a thousand questions going through his mind as he thought for a second. How the hell did this happen…? How’d she even get another control mask? Did they have extras?

He couldn’t really answer this himself. He took a deep breath, before looking at the seated chimera. “Alright. Zan? I need you to stay right here. I’m going to get Wicke and… and we’ll see if we can get you help. Stay right here. Don’t move.” He turned around, his serious face on. “I won’t be long.”

The door closed, leaving Zan to watch the door longingly before slumping down towards the floor, sprawling out and resting her head upon her furred forelegs. Man, what the fuck. What the fuck. She can’t be a trainer. What now?
The fenced, leaf-strewn trail snaked through the trees of the forest, nature surrounding Brandon as he walked slowly along the ground, using a large stick he had found to guide him on his journey. The path was lined with buried planks and logs to direct travelers and hikers on the path and ensure they didn’t go astray… at least, the fence helped with that too. It would be unfortunate if people misstepped and slid down into the forested crater that the trail encircled…

The gentle breeze blew through the greenery, rustling the leaves in the canopy that grew to either side of him. He paused a moment, reaching into his pack to get a drink of water, moving towards the fence to look down through the trees into the covered crater below. The canopy below really was thick; there was almost no space he could see between the leaves.
He had decided to go out to this place to just get a bit of fresh air, some walking exercise and the like. It wasn’t too remote, a local nature trail with the sheltered crater being one of the selling points. It was a simple gentle loop around the crater before coming back to the start. Very popular for families who just wanted to take a trip out to nature with their families. He was just about halfway there, staring down at the indent in the land below.

He set off again, digging his large stick into the soil and taking a step, feeling it crinkle against the dead leaves before continuing on his journey. Judging by how long it had been, a small pitstop wasn’t too far up ahead. In fact, there it was, right in the distance.
He took his time getting there, focusing on the small wooden podium a bench rested on, slightly aged and weathered but still sturdy and comfortable looking. The gentle afternoon sun settled down onto his shoulders, his goal invigorating him to keep going further.

Finally, he had gotten there, taking the first opportunity to sit down on the bench, leaning his head back and exhaling. The breeze felt cool on his forehead, ruffling his somewhat short hair as he sat up, looking around at the scenery. The trees were a bit lighter here and he could see his way around. The distant birdsong of small birds, how weeds and small plants grew up out of the dirt. He fixed his slumping position on the bench, sitting up straighter and looking ahead of him… squinting suspiciously as part of the sturdy wooden fence, made out of large logs of wood bolted together… was broken. Not in the way wear and tear would show. The log had been split in half by something, or someone. He stood up, putting his bag back on as he slowly stepped towards the fence line, a thoughtful yet confused expression upon his face. Who might’ve done this? Was a bit weird… did someone want to get into the crater?

He stood carefully on the soil, holding onto the remaining bit of fence that still stood strong to peer down. Bits of shattered fence lay strewn down the steep incline, with rough bits of grass and greenery growing sparsely up it. From the looks of it, someone certainly tried to break it, or at least split it… The fence wasn’t that tall, though. Any adult could’ve stepped over it, they just chose not too cause they weren’t idiots. So who…?

The loose dirt beneath his foot began to crumble, sending grains of earth down the hill before it suddenly broke underneath him, making him stagger and slip. His heels dug into the earth and he rushed to grasp the broken fence but was too late. With a sudden pump of adrenaline he slid on his backside down the steep hill. Down, down, into the crater below.

Thankfully he suffered no harm, aside from an uncomfortable backside after sliding down a steep slope, finding himself at the foot of the trees. After a moment to collect himself he groaned, wincing a bit as he got off the ground, brushing the back of his pants off and looking at all the dust and dirt that he got on his hands. He dusted his hands off and fixed his clothes up while turning around, peering up the steep incline to where he once was.

The edge of the crater was pretty steep, but to escape it seemed… doable. It seemed hard but he was sure he could find a way up the slope. Hell, there was probably some place else that he could escape from, somewhere along the trail…
Turning around again, Brandon took in surroundings, just seeing how truly thick the trees were collected here. Roots burst out of the ground the deeper he saw into the forest, lush grass sprawled along the forest floor… hell, this looked like a completely different world compared to up there. He stepped in deeper, getting closer to a tree and lightly touching the moss covered bark, feeling it between his fingers. It was a bit cooler down here as the light from the sun slowly filtered in, walking slowly around while keeping the edge of the forest. This was pretty cool, actually. Exploring down here might not be a bad idea-

The sensation of hard stone was felt beneath his feet, causing him to stop for a moment, looking downwards and lifting his leg to stare at the moss covered, smooth stone surface. It wasn’t just rock… it was hard, weathered but certainly chiseled stone.
This was man-made. There was no doubts about it. Why was there a slab of stone just-

He looked up and with his eyes spotted a small, ruined pillar deeper into the forest, covered in moss and crumbling slightly. His curiosity swelled inside of him, his mind fascinated all of a sudden as he stepped in deeper. How bizarre, that the forest of the crater concealed stuff like this all this time. How did no one ever discover this, or even report on this? Even by accident at the very least… Was he the first? He… He had to be, something like this was huge.

Every step, looking through the thin gaps between the trees revealed more and more ruins, structures that had certainly seen better days… but still stood tall, buried within the overgrowth. His heart fluttered with excitement, a sudden thirst for exploration coming over him. He stopped for a second, halfway to the pillar before looking out to the steep incline out of the crater, peering up it with consideration. Was this really a good idea? The forest was deep and he could easily get lost…

He checked his watch for the time. 2 o’clock in the afternoon. He had time before it would get dark. The crater wasn’t that large and if he never was sure where he was after calling it quits, he could just walk to the edge of the crater… the pathway looped around the entire edge of the crater. He took out his phone, disappointed but not surprised there was no reception. They were technically out in the middle of nowhere… but it’d be good for taking photos.

The sound of a snap was heard as he took a photo of the pillar, something that seemed unremarkable out of context but to him, it meant huge things. He peered around, glancing back at the slope he had fallen down and tried to remember his position before traveling in deeper, stepping over large roots that burst out of the ground, even worming their way through the eroded stone. The man-made structures became more complex and full the deeper he traveled into the forest, taking the best photos he could under the light that dancing upon the ground, filtering through the canopy to create speckles that phased in and out of existence. Pillars turned into the sides of crumbling buildings, the floor slowly became even more stony and the evidence of civilisation, within this small crater became more and more obvious.

Time passed as his curiosity took him deeper inside the concealed ruins, the sun slowly sinking through the sky. But Brandon hardly noticed busy photographing destroyed buildings and a ruined fountain, all as the leaves above rustled in the wind. He was well sheltered from the elements and the peace could be felt in the air. There was an almost sweet smell to the ruins. Whatever took place to bring this town to the ground was… not present here. It was almost disconnected from whatever potential tragedy might’ve happened. It was peaceful.

Taking a photo of a more complete building, he smiled at himself, scrolling through the camera roll on his phone before his eyes glanced at the time. 4pm. It was going to get darker soon and he tsked to himself for staying so long. Pocketing his mobile device, he looked around and tried to figure out where to head off, choosing a direction to head in as he affixed the strap of his bag on his shoulder, beginning to set off in his chosen direction.

He walked past some ruins he had already seen, strolling by as the sweet scent in the air grew ever more, wrinkling his nose a little bit as he glanced around him, not stopping his walk until he saw something move in front of him.
Brandon stopped, halting in his tracks as the thing, not 10 feet away from him looked up at him. The two’s eyes met and… he really couldn’t believe what he was looking at.
It seemed to be a small, feminine creature, with a poofy white dress and green pigtails yet something about it seemed off. It seemed almost natural… literally, like it had come from natural. Like a fruit, almost.

The thing cocked its head as he knelt down, trying to get to its height as he gave a friendly smile, bringing out his phone slowly from his pocket. “Hey… It’s okay. I’m friendly.” He said softly, cooing as the creature decided what to do. He worked the camera on his phone with one hand as it began to step closer, stretching out his other hand in a friendly gesture. It moved up to his hand, peering at it as the sweet scent filled the air around him. No doubt this must be the thing that smelled so pleasant. After a moment it nuzzled its smooth, hard twintails against his hand, getting him to smile as it made a cute, shrill cry as he took a few photos, laughing a little to himself before he slowly took his hand away. Brandon started to stand, muttering apologies to the little creature as he tried to keep his heart under control. He had photo evidence of these ruins in this crater AND these strange little creatures?! This was amazing… He’d even go as far to say this was right out of a fantasy.

Beginning to walk slowly away, waving at the little creature as it stared back with a bit of surprise, he was shocked to find he had walked into another one. In fact, two. No, three. More similar looking creatures began to peek out of their hiding places, coming from behind trees, out of bushes, out of the ruined buildings and gathered before him, encircling him as the light from above began to dim. He was in awe as the swarm of feminine plant people gathered around him, standing just up to his legs as they all stared at him with cute, dark purple eyes. They muttered about themselves, a cute chatter he didn’t understand as he looked all around him, turning around. They… really were cute, huh. He waved at them before trying to step past them but they refused to budge.

An awkward laugh escape his lips as he rubbed the back of his head, stepping back before speaking. “...Uuuhh, sorry, I need to be somewhere… do you mind moving?”
No response, at least one that he wanted. The creatures looked at each other, then to something else away from him and before he too could turn to look, thick vines were tossed over him and pulled tight before he was swarmed by the creatures, swept off his feet and hoisted up onto their hands, a crowd of tiny plant people carrying him as thick vines were wrapped around his torso and legs as they cheered and began to carry him off as he spluttered in shock, trying to escape from his bindings and screaming out loud. “Let me go!! What the fuck are you doin- Nggh! Careful! Don’t touch there- HEY! What did I say?!”

They carried him off, over the bumps in the forest ground as he continued to struggle, as much as he could until he felt exhaustion come over him, just letting them take him wherever. The vines were too thick and he was bound surprisingly well for a bunch of fruity smelly princess midgets.
The sun slowly began to set as the trek stretched out, the light fading from the trees as the nightlife began to bloom, mushrooms and small, vine-wrapped lanterns began to glow and flourish with light as he was taken through a large, overrun town square, towards a large ruined castle. Half of the side had crumbled away as they took him inside. He constantly craned his neck upwards as they carried him through the ruined town, looking at his surroundings… wondering what they had in store for him as they brought him into the large castle.

It was dark inside but the growing flora helped alleviate that issue as it began to glow, some plant people even moving to light the candles as some chattered to the others, a lot of them running around. They were surprisingly organised… if he managed to get out of this one, he’d certainly have stories to tell about these intelligent little fruits.
Finally, after what seemed like an age of being carried around, with a sore and aching back, he was brought up a flight of stairs after being brought through a large, empty hallway as torches were lit around him and dumped into a chair, his back pressed against the aged wood which had miraculously been preserved all this time. He groaned, finally free of all those tiny hands grabbing his back as shuffled a bit in the chair… the binding vines still wrapped around his body.

He looked all around him, at the mossy stone surfaces with a disheveled carpet laying in the center of the room. One side of the hall was missing, having caved in long ago but lay clear of debris. This once well furnished place now lay in ruins… but not forgotten.
As he sat illuminated by the light of flickering torches, idly trying to wriggle or break out of these vines, he finally looked down at what he was sat upon. The armrests were well carved and made out of a dulled kind of metal while the back of the chair stretched far above him, towering far above his head as everything began to click. When he lifted his head, the creatures stood in an orderly fashion, a legion of sweet smelling beings that bowed their heads as his gaze ran over them, a strange tingle running up his spine. There was no way as he finally realised.

He was placed upon a throne and they had chosen him, an outsider, for their coronation.

...Which, to be fair was quite strange, seeing how he was a dude and not like them in the- Holy shit what the fuck is happening?!
From around the throne, a shining halo of light began to glow, beaming upwards around him as the mystical magic began to focus inwards on the being sat upon the aged throne. The alien force that worked its way onto his skin, penetrating and worming its way to his core sent shivers down his spine, his hair standing on end as he struggled, wanting off of the throne. Even as he tried to throw himself off the throne, some attentive creatures ran from either side of him, reaching through the magic to hold him back on the throne. They were surprisingly strong as he yelled out as the coronation took place.
“Le-Let me go, you freaks!” He called out, trying to tip himself out of the chair as he bucked his legs but to no avail. He stopped as his stamina ran out briefly, breathing heavily before glancing down at his clenched hands, his stamina surging back to full as he saw them begin to turn a dark, fruity purple, barking out orders to let him go… but they remained bowed, not helping him in his request.

He felt his entire body beginning to reduce in size ever so slowly, an added bagginess to his clothes he hadn’t felt before as the skin continued to turn dark purple, traveling up his arms as they began to slim. His fingers began to get shorter as his hands were quickly becoming featureless, his fingernails disappearing amongst the glowing magic. The roots of his hair prickled and then began to grow, flowing downwards down his back, longer, lusher hair… merely paving the way for the changes to come.

While his arms may be small, his legs were certainly the opposite. He could feel strength flowing into them, accidentally kicking off his sneakers to tumble down the green covered steps to reveal his featureless feet, turning into mere points he would have to stand on… but his legs, the power…!
Brandon slowly began to calm down, despite the numerous changes to his body. He cried out as a couple of the plant people stepped forward to tug off his pants, revealing his longer, smoother luscious legs, the same dark purple colour. He stopped himself from making a noise, looking at his long, strong legs with simulated thigh high boots, even as his hips started to curve outwards, making an indent in his shirt that covered more of his torso due to his shrinking stature.

His hair, long and luscious touched the seat of the throne, his fringe curling around his forehead and towards the back of his head while the base of his hair began to harden, turning green… becoming more plant-like if anything. Brandon watched in curiosity now, having resigned to his fate but… getting more into it with each passing moment.

He blinked, his eyelashes becoming more luscious as his hips became more voluptuous, the colour of his face paling, even the colour of his eyes becoming the same purple as the rest of his body. His torso was nothing compared to his hips, bulbous (quite literally, it was that round) and beautiful, getting to see a glimpse of it as his shirt was pulled off by her servants, shaking her head as a ruffled covering covered her mouth, shaking around her green hair, separated into three, long strands that were almost as long as she was tall. She took in a deep breath, her eyes closed as he could almost hear the angelic choir as she was finally crown, a small growth flourishing atop her head… then she opened her eyes, upon her subjects illuminated by the flickering torchlight.

She looked around silently, at her respectful and bowing court as the halo of light faded around her throne, finally allowed to stand up as those attending to her backed off to the sides of the moss covered throne room. As her purple eyes swept over her audience, what had just happened to her, a giggle slowly arose in her throat before turning into a haughty laugh, covering where her mouth would be with the back of her hand as the court sneaked peeks at their new queen.

She stopped laughing, turning to the court before beginning to step down the stairs, as her court began to swarm around her, chattering beginning to arise… words that she finally understood. Questions about her wellbeing, questions if she needed help, all the attention poured onto her…

She could get used to this.
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 :( 
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