#* Transformation

[monstrifex-art]

THE REAL LUDMILLA - Some throwback fanart for a cartoon that awakened something in me.

Don Bluth really created a whole generation of transformation fetishists with one musical number. Legend.

Original clip here, from Bartok the Magnificent (1999)

[jovialllamaglitter]

Wanna get behind me💦💦 ???

Reblog trans 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️ LOVERS 💦💦🔞

[zay-does-things]

Drink water or else you'll turn into a raisin

[chrissy-kaos]

We flirt all the time, smile and laugh, but how am i supposed to know if this is real? i can't control my feelings anymore. it's so hard being around you and not saying all the things I want you to hear.

I’m trying my best to act casual..

But all i can seem to do is get memorized in your eyes..

[devonpink]

Live Life to the Gayest

"Is it really possible to change yourself?" That was the question on Will's mind while perusing the aisles of his town's new transformation shop. His heart raced with anticipation, running his curious fingers over the endless bottles of conversion potions. They had everything, from mere mental changes to all forms of physical transformation.

Finally, he came across the small glittery bottle he'd been looking for. "Live Life to the Gayest," the label read in fancy pink cursive. Nervous yet excited, he flipped the bottle over to read the back, "Designed for heterosexual men in need of a fabulous change! With just one fruity sip, your sexuality will instantly go from heterosexual to homosexual!"

Will never had much luck with women but always got hit on by men, they simply couldn't get enough of his cute nerdy awkwardness. Finally, after years of secretly longing to be one of the gays, he had the solution in his hands.

He immediately purchased it and downed it right there in the store. Only being a mental transformation, there was no need to take it in privacy. Just as the label suggested, the sexual transformation was instant. Within seconds, all desire for women was erased and replaced with attraction to only men—he was finally gay, gay gay.

He wanted, needed, cock—a man's hard gay cock. He desperately needed a hard gay cock up his tight virgin gay ass. So, he went out and got it, lots of it. He hooked up with all of his gay friends, including married couples, all of whom were more than happy to break in the former straight boy. Finally being able to enjoy and reciprocate gay desire was electrifying.

Shortly after satisfying his cock craving, he quit his job as a librarian's assistant and worked his way to become a super successful webcam model and escort.

All the attention has turned him into a complete slut, his holes getting wrecked practically every night. He hopes to find Mr. Right one day, wanting to settle down and start a family. But until then, he'll happily settle for just being a slut.

[veronicasmith444]

Dm for content and meet up if you are interested

[supertrainstationh]

The is the kind of forest you accidentally get lost in, peacefully but unexpectedly get transformed into some kind of creature for long enough to have a comfy adventure to earn the right to return to your own world.

[queenlittlecib]

Repost sissy slut

[tranztastic]

Amber Mint

[wolfsclothing6]

The Garage Change

Eric groaned as he pulled into the small, grimy auto shop on the outskirts of town. His car had been making an awful grinding noise for days, and now it had finally given up. The sign above the shop read "Teddy’s Auto Repairs" in faded red letters, and the whole place smelled of motor oil, sweat, and old rubber.

Inside, a burly, bearded mechanic in grease-streaked overalls greeted him with a lazy wave. "What can I do for ya?" the man asked in a deep, gravelly voice.

“My car’s dead,” Eric muttered. “I just need it fixed as fast as possible.”

“Sure thing. Give me an hour or two.” The mechanic, whose name tag read Teddy, chuckled. “Might as well hang out. You look like you’ve never stepped foot in a place like this before.”

Eric rolled his eyes but stayed. The shop was cluttered with tools, rags, and parts, and the air felt thick. To pass the time, Eric wandered over to a rack of spare overalls and jackets hanging in the corner. On impulse, he grabbed a worn, oversized jumpsuit—it smelled of sweat and grease but had a strange warmth to it, almost like it was alive.

For some reason, Eric felt compelled to try it on. “Might as well look the part,” he joked to himself. Slipping into the jumpsuit, he immediately felt the rough fabric hug his body. It was a snug fit at first, but as he zipped it up, it started to stretch and shift around him.

A sudden heat flushed through Eric’s body. He stumbled, grabbing onto a nearby counter as a strange sensation coursed through him. His lean frame began to fill out, his muscles softening and thickening with layers of fat. His stomach pushed against the jumpsuit, forming a round belly that strained the zipper. His chest grew heavier, and his arms thickened, their once-smooth skin becoming rough and hairy.

“What the hell is happening to me?” Eric gasped, his voice deepening. He looked down at his hands, now calloused and smeared with grease as if he’d been working in the shop for years.

His face tingled as stubble sprouted into a full, grizzled beard. His jawline softened, his cheeks filling out with a rugged, weathered look. Even his hair changed, shortening and receding slightly beneath an old trucker cap that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Eric’s thoughts began to cloud. The polished, white-collar world he knew faded as memories of tuning engines, changing oil, and sharing beers with the boys in the shop took its place. The pride he once had in his spotless clothes and clean hands vanished, replaced by a strange satisfaction in being sweaty, dirty, and strong.

By the time the transformation stopped, Eric—or rather, Teddy—stood there, scratching his beard and looking around like nothing was out of the ordinary. He didn’t even notice his reflection in the grease-streaked mirror, where a bulky, burly mechanic stared back at him.

The original Teddy came out of the back room, wiping his hands on a rag. “Lookin’ good,” he said with a smirk, giving the new Teddy a slap on the back.

Eric opened his mouth to protest, but all that came out was a low chuckle. “Guess I’m ready to get to work,” he said, his voice rough and gravelly.

By the end of the day, he was under the hood of a car, cracking jokes with the other mechanics and feeling like he’d been there his whole life. The old Eric was gone, replaced by a grease-streaked, happy, hard-working man who lived for the smell of oil and the roar of engines.

[aventurineswife]

Aventurine, Ratio, Boothill and Sampo got body swap with reader

“Today, you're me and I'm you”

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Boothill x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Platonic, Body Swap, Humor, Chaos, Identity Confusion, Transformation.

Warnings: Mild language, Slight violence(?), Confusion and identity crises, Possible mild awkwardness from body swap dynamics, Some references to body-related discomfort, Potential for humorously exaggerated reactions to new forms.

Aventurine never expected the day would come when his flawless, sophisticated appearance would be swapped with someone else, especially not with you. One moment, he was standing tall in his usual impeccable outfit, the swish of his coat echoing his poised elegance, and the next, he was you—dazed, confused, and staring down at an unfamiliar set of clothes.

The first thing Aventurine noticed was how strange the sensation of your body was. It was… compact, not the tailored form he was used to, and the clothes? The fabric didn’t fit him properly. He could feel his heart race as the disorientation set in, something he was not accustomed to.

You, on the other hand, stood in Aventurine’s body, completely overwhelmed by the sophisticated cut of the clothing that clung to his frame. The peacock feather glimmering in the hat, the soft thrum of anticipation in his chest—his body seemed to hum with a strange energy. Even his glasses—rose-tinted—felt like an alien accessory on your face.

In his new body, Aventurine felt the power of his manipulative charm. The confidence that had always been there, hidden beneath a smile, now flowed effortlessly. He stood straighter, the sharp wit in his mind already beginning to work. He gave you a charming grin. “It seems that fate has decided to have a bit of fun,” he said, his voice smooth and playful, though his usual cryptic flair seemed less effective in this unfamiliar form.

You couldn't help but chuckle, noticing how his charismatic aura still somehow seeped through, even in his temporary state. “This is… odd, but not completely unbearable, is it?”

Aventurine’s lips quirked, “Strangely… no. But I wonder how you’ll fare with my usual responsibilities?”

The two of you were forced into roles you never would have imagined for yourselves—he in your body, you in his. As the day wore on, Aventurine quickly adapted, using his newly acquired form to charm his way through meetings and strategic discussions. He realized how much of a game his life was. But it was your mind that guided his movements, your hand that touched the fabric of his destiny. And for a fleeting moment, he wondered how it felt to live without always having to manipulate the outcomes.

Meanwhile, you—now in Aventurine’s body—fumbled through things that were second nature to him. But there was an odd comfort in the sheer elegance of his every action. You realized something deep about him—the effortless way he controlled and guided people with nothing but his presence.

It was a strange experience, a dance between you both as you swapped the roles of puppeteer and puppet, your understanding of each other shifting in ways you hadn’t anticipated.

It didn’t take long for Ratio to realize that something wasn’t right. One moment he was basking in the glory of his intellect, dictating profound ideas about the importance of eradicating ignorance and spreading knowledge across the universe, and the next, he was—well, you. A flurry of thoughts rushed through his mind, as his expert control over his own body was suddenly gone.

The disorientation was almost maddening for someone so precise in both mind and form. He blinked—your eyes were not his, yet they still glowed with the same fiery determination that burned in his own. But it was the body that truly threw him off: clumsy and strange, foreign yet intimately yours.

He stood in your body, his fingers brushing unfamiliar fabric as he tried to make sense of the new sensation. His usual air of superiority faltered. “What kind of bizarre cosmic trickery is this?” he muttered to himself, brushing back strands of his newly acquired hair that felt too soft compared to the usual texture of his wavy violet locks.

Meanwhile, you, now inhabiting Ratio’s body, were struggling to keep up with his monumental intellect. His brain was filled with theories and facts, some that you could grasp and others that you couldn’t, like trying to read a book in an entirely new language. But there was an undeniable rush to the experience—a strange feeling of empowerment, to feel like you could accomplish anything, if only you could access all of it.

Ratio, in your body, was much less composed. You noticed how his personality started to crack when his usual confidence faltered. He paced back and forth, mumbling under his breath, trying to figure out how he could regain control of his situation. "This is utterly... inconceivable," he grumbled. "And what are these emotions? How do you function with this incessant need for... for... connection?"

You couldn’t help but laugh, the voice of his frustration amusing as you adapted to the newfound power in his frame. "You’d be surprised. You’re not the only one with a brilliant mind," you teased, trying to sound as intellectual as he would, though your unfamiliarity with his erudite style made it come out a little more playful than you intended.

As the day passed, Ratio found himself forced to engage with your responsibilities while you, in his body, tried to handle his lofty ideals. By the end of the day, there was a shared understanding—he couldn’t fully comprehend your world, and you couldn’t fully comprehend his—but both of you walked away with an invaluable lesson in perspective.

Boothill, a creature of vengeance, had always worn his identity like a badge of honor. The weight of his mechanical limbs, the edge of his cowboy persona, were all his own. But when the body swap hit, he was taken aback. One moment, he was sharpening his guns, preparing for another bounty hunt, and the next, he was staring at his hands—your hands.

"What in tarnation...?" Boothill growled, his voice now awkwardly foreign in a body he didn’t recognize.

Meanwhile, you found yourself staring back at Boothill’s signature red scarf and rugged cowboy body. The weight of his mechanical limbs felt heavy on your frame, the sheer force of his presence almost overwhelming. His boots felt too big, and the sensation of his long white hair flowing past your shoulders was a bizarre, disorienting thing.

Boothill didn’t quite know what to make of this. You had his body now—his cybernetic enhancements, his unwavering drive for revenge. But it was your mind guiding his movements. At first, you felt like an imposter—this wasn’t you. But as time went on, something within you clicked. Maybe it was the gun in your hand or the thrill of the chase, but you began to move with a kind of dangerous fluidity, just like Boothill.

“Guess I’ve got no choice but to walk in your boots for a while,” you muttered, the words coming naturally despite the disorienting feeling of someone else’s rage bubbling inside you.

Boothill, in your body, was even more frustrated. Your form wasn’t accustomed to the mechanical precision of his body. His mind was sharp, always calculating, but now, trying to function in your body, it was more difficult than he anticipated. “This is absurd. I can’t feel the gun as well, and this body is too... soft. How do you stand it?”

"You’ll figure it out," you shot back, spinning Boothill's gun expertly. "But I don’t know if I’ll last long with your anger burning through me."

The two of you spent the day navigating the harsh world of vengeance from different perspectives, each of you learning something valuable about the body you had stolen—Boothill about your resilience, and you about his need for closure.

When the body swap hit, Sampo barely even flinched. After all, he was used to change, used to the chaos. But waking up in your body was a new experience for him.

The first thing Sampo noticed was how small your body felt compared to his usual tall, lean frame. His light skin, dark blue hair, and mismatched gloves didn’t seem quite so impressive when he looked at himself from your perspective.

He grinned mischievously, “Well, well, looks like the tables have turned. I’m you now, huh?”

You were less than impressed, standing in Sampo’s body, feeling the weight of his charm press against your every thought. Sampo was a master of words, a smooth-talker who could convince anyone to buy into his schemes. But you now realized how tiring it could be to maintain that façade.

Sampo reveled in the new body, instantly seeing the potential for profit. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he casually walked around in your frame. “Oh, I can already feel the gears turning, ready to hustle someone out of their last coin.”

Meanwhile, you, stuck in Sampo’s body, tried to keep up with his unpredictable and slippery behavior. “I don’t think this is the time for business, Sampo. We need to figure out how to switch back.”

But Sampo only laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it all figured out. For now, though, I think it’s time we made a little profit out of this situation.”

By the end of the day, both of you had adapted in your own ways—Sampo, using his new-found ability to talk circles around people, and you, beginning to understand the fine art of deception. As always, Sampo made everything seem like a game—one that you were now reluctantly part of.

[transprinces]

Pull my big butt out of this leggings baby

Am available for all kind of fun this weekend message me now on telegram let’s get it done bby 🥰@lexibu

[chrissy-kaos]

Je pense que j'ai suivi mon cours.. Je pense qu'il est temps de partir. Je sais déjà comment. Mais la question est quand?

[zilluzion]

haircut...

be careful which hairdressers you go to (especially as a furry)...

[iconicname]

silly werewolf transformation