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Getting Stronger
The trouble started about three months ago. I had made a resolution to get myself into the gym, to start finally building some muscle. I’d always felt weak and small, and even though so many people around me loved how cute that made me I hated it. I wanted to be big. I wanted to be strong. And, to some extent, I wanted to feel powerful.
A friend of mine, who agreed to help me out, brought me a gift after my first week and a half of struggling. She handed me a bottle of green liquid and told me it would help me with my muscle building. Well, what she actually said was, “It will make you strong.” I told her I wasn’t comfortable with taking any kind of hormones, but she assured me it was nothing of the sort. It tasted vile, but I managed to choke down the whole thing after a few gulps.
To my surprise, it worked! Almost too well, honestly. After nearly two weeks of failing to lift anything more than ten or fifteen-pound weights, I was suddenly able to lift forty pounds with ease. Each week I was able to lift more, able to run further and faster. But, with each week I started to feel... hungrier. And... larger. Not just in a sense of growing muscle. After a month I realized I had grown almost six inches.
I started to have almost insatiable food cravings. One night, out of nowhere, I was hit with an overwhelming urge to eat as much meat as I could. I ended up buying and devouring an entire rotisserie chicken just to satisfy my hunger, and to be honest I could have gone for another if I hadn’t stopped myself. Once, I even cut my lip hard on my canine while eating. I looked in the mirror and realized my teeth had all gotten longer and sharper. Not long after that is when the... scales started developing.
Dark, shimmering black spots started appearing on my knees and elbows. It didn’t take long for them to spread. And the whole time I just kept getting bigger, and bigger. I knew what was happening, and I was afraid. But deep down I wanted it. I ate more and more with each passing day, and the meat fueled my transformation. After two months I’d started developing small horns and a nubby little tail. My tail seemed to grow in the fastest once it started, and within a week I was able to swish it around with ease.
I obviously couldn’t go out anymore, but my friend was kind enough to take care of me. The transformation didn’t even seem to faze her in the slightest. She would bring me big helpings of fresh, dripping meat to eat. I would devour all of it while she would lovingly rub my expanding, scaly hide. I’ll admit, I’ve become rather possessive of her now. I really began to want to add her to the nest I’d built in my room, along with the myriad of things I was compelled to take over the last few weeks.
Three months ago, I was weak. Powerless. Now, I feel the weight and power twitching below every fiber of muscle within myself. My wings are growing in now, and my feet have already become clawed. I suspect my hands will be next. Mine has assured me that I will still retain some of my human facial features- aside from my teeth, eyes, and the scales at the edge of my face. I can accept this. She says we probably can’t stay in the city anymore, but I didn’t want to anyway. There’s too much noise here and I haven’t been able to stand to my full height in weeks. Even hunched over I still fill up most of the room, and my horns scrape against the ceiling.. I will take her somewhere peaceful and quiet, where I can stretch out and continue my growth unimpeded. Although, I will probably have to find a way to pack up my nest. I couldn’t possibly leave a single thing that belongs to me behind.
— I really have been thinking of what to do with this account 😅 But I’ve recently been consumed by dragon transformations after watching Delicious in Dungeon, so I figured this would be something fun to post here
VillAnn (first)has activated their second phase. (Second/small panel OC belongs to my partner.)
Not Without Cost
Does anyone know why the villain waits for the hero to transform or to power up instead of attacking them when they are weak or still transforming is it like a rule or something
Just admiring my breath in the cold weather unti-
w- what the?
Buh- Beartic!!
Hear me out-
McFarlane needs to produce this line for a Multiverse series!
HE JUST WANTS TO BE LOVED AGAIN!!! (and to nut)
So I was listening to the Jekyll and Hyde musical the other day and during Transformation I realized that some of the effects of HJ-7 sound oddly familiar to those of contrast.
For those who don’t know, contrast dye is used in MRI’s, CT scans, and other procedures to make certain parts of your body be more visible on the scan.
As for it’s side effects, there’s the normal ones and the dangerous ones, like there is in most medicine.
One of the normal side effects of contrast is a feeling of warmth through your body. (This would be the ‘warm in the gullet’ line).
Some of the negative side effects can include nausea, cramping, itching, and difficulty to breath. (Light headedness, breath taking pain)
I’m not going anywhere with this I just thought it was an interesting coincidence.
You think the people of Fawcett City are ever just like: “Yeah, that one alleyway outside of the Whiz Radio station is always struck by lightning during the day. But no one gets hurt so whatever.”
Experiment
Canonical lore of my fursona💀
Who knew that was this much?
What IF #3: A little story that show how the “quintenssons” became the worst salesaliens.
If you want see it on Deviantart, you can!
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I was reading @abadtime's fanfic The best of times the worst of times ( it's about gasterblaster!sans). And while reading it the idea of sans being in physical and mental pain - trying to find someone, anyone to help him - got stuck in my brain. Also this wasn't in fanfic, but I really enjoyed the idea of Grillby finding him like this, getting totally freaked out, but still trying to help (also, sans vomited on him, just to get things even more weird...)
Don't Hide Your Wings
Pieced together with scraps
Of holy books, bound with the glue
Of a mad and desperate hope
Hang them on your shoulders,
Shine with the terrifying joy of being known.
Indulge in the sacrament of transformation,
Commune with the highest powers,
Feel your sacred self soar
Out of your bones; float in the whispers
Of thin air and cold mists.
And touch the terrible, destroying
Light of the great and fiery sun,
Falling up into the clear and silent realms
Above; the light piercing through your
Gilded flesh, radiating silvery threads.
Shed your hallowed frame and return anew
Crash and scorch the forests,
Turn the desert sands to glass,
Strike the earth with the force of
Lightning, scream your name like thunder.
Rise, smoldering, skin in embers and blessed
Black char, step from your crumbling grave
Bring new life to desolate plains,
Cleanse the salt from the fields,
Extend your arms, and breathe finally.
Breathe new air,
Breathe in new lungs,
Breathe fire and flame
Breathe nothing and everything
Breathe, at last, you.