Shadowheart's Wild Shape by SketchySeraph, literature
Literature
Shadowheart's Wild Shape
(Baldur's Gate TF, F to Owlbear) In hindsight, trying to become a Displacer Beast had been something of an overreach. Trying to grow and control a tail alone was an achievement for most first-time shapeshifters, let alone the additional limbs or the sensory tentacles they sported. Most Druids’ journals that had detailed such a change advised picturing an additional head beside one’s own, that would shift into these tentacles over time. They distinctly failed to mention the fact that this was an advanced technique unsuited for beginners. Shadowheart thought about this now, looking at a face she was used to seeing in a mirror, not on the shoulder next to her main head. Her main head! Just that thought on its own was a shock, let alone having to picture her body turning into some panther-like creature. Wild Shape was supposed to be a simple spell. Even if she was just learning some Druid tricks now, it shouldn’t have been too complex for a skilled Cleric. Well, at least, that was the
(F to Dog-Girl) “You ever think about how dubstep was just the millennial equivalent of jazz?” Amber chirped. Jessica blinked, and gave her a flat stare. (Who starts a conversation like that anyways?) “Was work really that bad?” “I’m a squirrel with tits the size of my head-including the muzzle. What do you think?” Jessica paused. (She has a point. Not that I’m going to admit it, of course.) “I think that I’m in for another day in paradise.” It wasn’t (entirely) a lie. Some people would absolutely kill to work at a Starlucks. ‘Wish upon a star, and get fresh coffee from the bar’ was the slogan, and it kept mostly true to it. The pay was generous, the shifts were short enough, and management wasn’t completely so far up themselves they’d cough farts. But on the other hand, the part about wishing was a little more true than Jessica would like. She tied her apron on, giving Amber a small wave as she swapped shifts with the girl. Or squirrel. It was hard to tell where one ended and
Sinful Changes - Rosanna by SketchySeraph, literature
Literature
Sinful Changes - Rosanna
(Nikke TF, F to Dog) It wasn't right. The room was as it should be: perfectly styled in black and white just to Rosanna's tastes. The mirrors in the room let her see her reflection at any moment, not for vanity but to ward off any potential ambushes. And yet somehow, someone had gotten the best of her. She doubled over, he ample bosom heaving with each cough. Leaving her shirt unbuttoned was another strategy, intended to distract a potential mark. She regretted that now, feeling its golden buttons digging uncomfortably againt her chest. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" A voice called, to Rosanna's left. The woman glanced up to her reflection, but it only confirmed she was alone in the room. Something was very wrong. She wasn't an ordinary human, poison shouldn't be affecting her like this. Yet she couldn't deny the sweat dripping down her face, matting her white-and-black hair and the fluff of her coat. "What's this," she managed between breaths. Her throat was starting to
(F to Snorlax) “I think… I wish I was a Snorlax.” Mike thought, at first, that he had misheard Ava. He looked over to her with a small quirk of his lips, thinking of something funny to say. Whatever thought he had died on his lips at the sight of her casually looking down to her trim belly, squeezing it with her hands. It was like each flex of her fingers was stretching it out a bit more at a time, growing her petite frame rounder and heavier by the second. It didn’t seem to both her though, and the smile on her face only widened as she continued to knead her belly out larger and larger. Of course, it had to be impossible. Humans didn’t just turn into Pokemon. Aside for that one kid who turned into a Kadabra. Or Ghost type Pokemon. Actually, come to think of it, that was a fairly regular occurrence… But not for Normal-type Pokemon! Right? “Hey, Ava? Are you feeling okay?” It was a stupid thing to ask, but it was the only thing that came to mind. Fortunately, ‘stupid’ was precisely