#demon transformation

[dollya-robinprotector]

"Yes, because wings are meant to grant us more freedom, not to bind us to blind faith in the flickering halo of light..."

FINALLY MY BOY IS A DEMONIC HARPY AAAAAA I FUCKING LOVE THESE CHIMERA WINGS. More under the cut

There you go my son, go and fuck this whole hell-hole of a town up. They're gonna love it muahahahahahahahahaa

[pinkofatom]

Maria's corruption

Content Warning: Femdom, Femsub, Futanari, Transformation, Centaur, Corruption, Humiliation

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Maria kneeled in front of the chapel's altar. Light poured through the blue window over her. Her blonde locks, her one vanity, cascaded beneath her veil to the ground. Most of her body, blessed with moderate curves, was hidden beneath her dark blue uniform.

Hands raised in prayer, she gave praises to the goddess when the doors to her small wayward sanctuary creaked. Interrupting her ritual, she stood up, hands clasped in front of her stomach. A small smile graced her lips at the sight of a stranger. She looked unkempt, her clothes tattered, but the silver badge hanging on her coat meant one thing. The poor soul was a guild member—one of the people who used their talents for the betterment of all.

Graceful, she stepped forward, delighted by her careful but respectful stance. Rarely visitors showed proper manners, looking at Maria's chapel as if it were a typical tavern. Yet here entered a woman clearly having survived a terrible ordeal and still acting pious. Her heart swelled. She would give her best morning service and hospitality to the woman.

"Welcome, stranger. Feel the goddess' blessing upon you and know no ill shall befall you," Maria greeted softly. "Please pray with me; the morning service has just begun."

A smirk appeared on the stranger's face, a tiny little thing Maria barely noticed. It had been so long since she talked with people. Was this a good sign? The stranger's following words reassured Maria of her good intentions.

"I would be delighted, madame bishop." Velvet tones belying the rough exterior caressed her ears.

From Maria's lips escaped a small laugh. Fast, she tried to hide it behind her right hand while warmth seeped into her cheeks. Embarrassed, she corrected the woman.

"Oh no, I am not a bishop. Just a simple nun." Taking a deep breath, she straightened her lower dress. "Please follow me." She smiled at him.

Together, they knelt in front of the altar. Maria clasped her hands together. Steady, she recited the morning prayer.

"Oh goddess, protector of mankind. We, your children, thank you for bringing a new day. May our actions please you." With that, the morning service started.

A soft hymn followed her main chant, her guest matching her tune. Surprised, she stared a bit too long into the stranger's beautiful eyes. Amber pools, almost akin to a lion's, captivated her. They seemed so deep that Maria felt lost inside. Suddenly, she stumbled in her reciting. Cold flooded her veins while heat burned her face. Oh no, what had she done?

But the visitor kept gazing into her crystal blue eyes. The adventurer's gaze held her. Assured she continued her prayers.

"Oh goddess, mother of mankind, bless us with your pleasure?" The last word intoned like a question. These were not the usual words. Maria stared more deeply into the woman's amber pools. She had nothing to worry about. Everything was fine. Maria knew this and felt how right everything was.

The stranger nodded, an assuring, pleasant smile on her lips. Relaxed, Maria enjoyed her prayers. Nothing was wrong, and whatever happened only helped her. Slowly, a fog clouded her thoughts. Thickening, it became harder and harder to concentrate. But her lips still formed pious words.

"Oh lady of pleasure, hear our words, bless our bodies." Deep, heavy breaths filled the gaps between her monotone words. All she wanted was to stare at the magnificent woman. Molten heat spread between her legs. Lust swirled within her mind. Fog now enveloped every thought. Every try to dispel these confusing feelings made them stronger.

"Thank you, oh lady of lust, grant us enlightening delight." What was happening? Her pussy quivered in excitement, and something warm pressed out. For the first time, her breasts ached. Yet all she desired was the stranger. Her deep red skin. The vuloptuos curves glittering naked under purple lights. Those black majestic horns proudly erected from her forehead. And the bulging manhood beneath tattered trousers.

Licking her lips, tingling with new plumpness, she continued. "Oh great lady of deviance, fill this willing form with your unending lust." Heavy, irregular pants interrupted her chants. Maria struggled not to moan wanton. But her growing pussy had become sensitive beyond her experiences. Dizziness drowned her mind. Did the church always glow so brightly? Violet light radiating from the window illuminated her perverted body.

"Envelop this loyal vessel with your forbidden presence."

Hard she breathed, no, panted, the scent of roses filled her nose. Maria couldn't bear any longer. She was falling apart. In front of a complete stranger, her nipples were stiff. Ready and dripping desire, the sacred flower underneath her habit exposed itself. Muscles strained her abdomen, and the mouth-watering taste of honey dominated her tongue. Excited, her tail swished forward. Wildly like a whip, it danced in front of her eyes. Black shined with purple on her cute spade-shaped tip. Enticing it wrapped around her naked leg. With a step backward, she had to catch herself. A loud clack followed.

Maria looked down at herself. Deformed feet, more akin to ridiculous high heels, barely greeted her. A deep cleavage constructed with her heavy, full breasts constricted in a tight corset — hindered her gaze. From her bubble butt flowed a spade-tipped devil's tail. And small batwings fluttered with excitement. Confused, her hands scrambled up and touched the tiny horn buds threatening to emerge from her temple. Maria gasped; hot desire rushed straight toward her weeping folds. Wet squelches accompanied her shaking legs. This couldn't be real!

The stranger's harmonious voice rang out, banishing all confusion and replacing it with blind obedience: "Come here and fulfill your purpose."

Hungry, a sudden intense need drew her closer, away from her holy sanctuary. Instantly, she kneeled before her new mistress, not caring that wetness dripped onto the floor. "Yes," escaped her dumb whore mouth, "anything." The burning of corruption intensified. Skin and flesh merged in the shape her mistress desired. Horns, breasts, and thick thighs grew.

Excited, her demonic creator purred, "Now beg."

Trembling, Maria lowered her head. Devotion radiated off her naked, shivering body. Breathlessly, she begged. "Please use this worthless flesh, break me, crush my spirit. Let no remnants remain. Make me yours."

Impatient, the stranger undressed herself. A dick, girthy beyond anything her naive virgin eyes imagined, waved in front of her. Long, Maria salivated. Obscene, she licked her glossy red lips. Desperate, she leaned closer. Head swimming with subservience, all her useless, pious thoughts replaced with obedience. Only her mistress' needs were essential.

Suddenly, the demoness' commanding voice derailed her lust. "Rub that slutty face against my cock. Impregnate your debased features with my strong, virile stink."

Fast Maria obeyed. Before her existed a void, hollow. No dreams or ambitions remained, not even memories. Her body was nothing but a vessel of the Lady to spread her glory. Passion drove her being, a carnal hunger impossible to sate.

Devoted, Maria lavished the impressive length, coating the entire mighty rod with her drool and slime. The smell was horrible, utterly putrid. Rotten fish mingled with vinegar, a stench of the highest order. Maria inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with this musk. Burned the unforgettable reek into her weak, corrupted mind.

"Lick and suck. Taste the superiority of the demon realms. Worship the Lady through my cock."

Face distorted, Maria shivered in joy, pussy vibrating with sexual exhilaration. Lavishly she encircled her thick slutty lips with a lewd, smooth tongue. Wide-mouthed, she swallowed. Commanding fingers combed through her blonde hair. Up and down bounced her head, swallowing her misstress' member deep into her throat. Sucking hard, cheeks stretched wide, Maria's feminine oral orifice slurped desperately. Globs of spit coated her chest. Ropes of bubbling juices connected her face to her demoness' fantastic girth.

Above her, mistress rumbled in approval. Encouraged, she worshiped the majestic cock faster. Pleasure reverberated inside her transformed mind. Submerged, she surrendered to primal wants; the only thing left was a bestial wish to be used, fucked, and impaled. Struggling, she gulped. The glorious pillar filled her esophagus.

Maria cried in heart-breaking bliss when the demoness' load flew down her throat. Swirling, vicious, and viscous, the unholy cream seared through her guts. On the inside, she transformed — melting, mutilating her human qualities. A low, satisfying grumble emerged out of the demoness' stomach.

With a loud plop, her mouth disconnected from the massive erection. Glassy-eyed, she bowed down, her tits pressed upon the cold stone.

"Thank you, mistress, for making this lowly woman a servant of the Lady," she spoke ecstatically, licking the white remnants splattered on the floor.

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Maria knelt in front of the altar, hands mauling her massive tits in prayer. Violet light illuminated her chapel, drops of sweat clearly visible on her barely covered form. Long devil's ears listened intently behind her golden curls. Behind her back flapped a long spade-tipped tail. Large horns grew near her temples, protruding up wards. Purple and red colors were mixed in intrinsic designs on her pale skin.

Nothing showed her previous existence — the pious young nun — whose chapel housed wayward travelers, servants to the greater good. Instead, a denizen of debauchery would greet the wary.

The doors creaked open. A young woman entered heavily, panting. Red hair and traveler's robes wet from rain.

Maria licked her plump, thick lips. She sauntered, swaying her wide child-bearing hips, towering her intended target. Blue slutty eyes glazed over the newcomer's weary expression.

"Welcome... traveler. Know that the Great Lady blesses you. Please participate in my morning... prayers," purred Maria.

Mindful Maria hid her actual appearance beneath an illusion.

The newcomer answered, confused and tired, her green doe-like eyes lingering on the demoness's face. "Prayer sounds nice," she whispered.

Smiling, Maria let the poor girl to the altar. Her cheeks were already red. Good, everything would go according to plan. The demoness hummed a soft tone. Gentle, her husky velvet voice coaxed the simple-minded woman into praying.

"... our actions please thee."

At the end, she waited. An innocent frown rested on her victim's freckled face.

"My mind feels blurry. Like something is missing," muttered the unsuspecting, wide-eyed visitor.

Maria watched. Every reaction was carefully cataloged.

"Sometimes the goddess obscures the unpleasant. Let the sensation wash over you."

Trembling, the woman rose, and heavier breathings reverberated from the walls. "I... I feel strange. So aroused. This is not right," whimpered the foolish human.

Harmonic, sweet giggles filled the space. Naughtily Maria caressed her naive pray, hands cupping the petite woman's cheeks, leaning the confused visage close.

"Yet it feels so wonderful, so intoxicating. An ocean of unknown pleasure waiting to be explored. Do not resist the Lady's calling," instructed Maria.

The other's eyes widened, dilating pupils until dark black replaced the emerald hue. Tears streamed freely over hot cheeks. Weak, feeble resistance collapsed. Mouth breathing, the human shuddered one last time.

"Obey," stated calmly the predatory succubus.

Instantly, the mortal stood still, stiff like a mannequin. Arms hanging limp beside her body. Emptiness stared ahead.

Maria chuckled in delight. Hands stroke the simpleton's smooth, soft face, massaging her nose and scalp. Nails digging deep into flesh molded the victim's face. Delicate facial structures came alive and broadened. Freckles vanished, cheeks rounded up, and lips swelled, stretching an innocent, pretty visage into a sexy, voluptuous model.

Humming, satisfied with the progress, Maria gripped lower. Sharp talons danced along shoulders. Furrowed fabric disappeared, falling in crumbles to the ground. Silently, Maria enjoyed her handwork, relishing how breast mounds fattened up. Fat accumulated. Each orb was heavy and pillowy, a mountain of sin.

Steady like clockwork, the succubus applied her expertise to the hips and legs. Sharp talons cut the lower body in half, and dark magic was woven. Slowly, the woman transformed. Where once stood two, now four legs existed. Hooves clacked on the stone floor. A long back with black fur ended in a tight, muscular flank. Excited, a horse's tail flicked from side to side.

Under the spell, her prey mumbled a hoarse neigh. Yet there were more subtle changes. New parts swelled between powerful equine muscles.

Shaped into an erogenous area sat the entrance to an inviting pussy. Musky flaps resting between muscular thighs.

With pride, Maria stared at the newborn centaur, a guardian for her chapel, a broodmare for her Lady. The proud animal hybrid shook herself awake. Red-brown eyes focused on its mistress, adoration glistening inside.

"How may this knight serve, lady bishop?"

[saellefanwork]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖

The Demon Slayers are not the only ones tracking down and beheading the deadly creatures of the night. There are also solitary hunters, acting in the shadows for different reasons. The Nagase family, of which you are the last heir, has been training their eldest daughters for generations in the art of wielding Nichirin swords. Your Breathing style is unique to your lineage: it is the Time Breathing, capable of slowing down or accelerating the movements of both the user and their opponent. Despite the tensions between the Kisatsutai and the solitary hunters, nothing can break the bonds that unite you and your childhood friend, Rengoku Kyojuro. Not even death.

Story in second person (you). The name of the main character can be changed using Interactive Fics without disrupting the narrative.

First name: Kanoko. Family name: Nagase

While my interpretation of Kanoko appears in the art, there is not much text descriptions of her features, hoping it will give you more freedom to imagine her in your own way if you wish to ignore the pictures. More info on how the illustrations are done on my instagram (saellefanwork)

Intro

Chapter 1: There is this woman I like...

Flashback Arc

Chapter 2: Our First Encounter

Chapter 3: The Calm before the Storm

Chapter 4: The Darkest Night

Chapter 5: I swear to the kami!

Chapter 6: A life's commitment

Mugen Train Arc

Chapter 7: A Wind of Love

Chapter 8: A Wind of Death

Chapter 9: Lost in Time

Chapter 10: No matter what it takes

Chapter 11: What Duty Demands

Chapter 12: A demon's vow

Eternal Paradise Cult Arc

Chapter 13: Deceiftul Dreams

Chapter 14: The Bloody Altar

Chapter 15: Voices from the Past

Chapter 16: The Eternal Paradise Cult's Fall

Chapter 17: One should always listen to their heart

Bonus scene! (preview)

Hashira Training Arc

Chapter 18: The Hashira Training

Chapter 19: The kanoko-patterned haori

Chapter 20: New Year's Eve

Final Battle Arc

Chapter 21: Upper Moon Three

Chapter 22: The Tsuguko's teachings

Chapter 23: The Lord of Demons

Chapter 24: Setting our Hearts Ablaze!

A world without Demons Arc

Chapter 25: A New Dawn

Chapter 26: Grief and Gratitude

Chapter 27: Home

Epilogue

Chapter 28: Fated Love

[codastroffa]

[alphasunpup]

Feedist Kinktober Day 7- Devilish/Grazing

Sorry for not doing day 6 six yall! Honestly couldn't come up with anything so on to day 7. As always I hope yall enjoy!

Your hand touches the bowl of popcorn and find it to be empty. I snap my fingers and it automatically refills. Your eyes stare blankly at the screen as your belly lays in your lap. My claws graze against your belly and I inhale the gluttonous energy you exude.

"Are you satisfied, my plump dumpling?"

You nod dumbly, that sweet smile on your face. The same sweet, stupid, smile you have as you stuff yourself full of sweets and popcorn. I sniff your body and shudder from the ecstasy of your gluttony. The bowl empties again and I refill it. You gently grab at the fistfuls of jelly like belly you have.

"Hey, I feel funny, honey." You say as you smack your lips. You reach for another fistful of popcorn. My tail wraps around you, well more like under your gut. I tickle your underbelly with the spade like end of my tail. You chuckle and let out a belch. You lick your lips, sucking the buttery and salty goodness off your fingers. You go for another fist full of popcorn.

"Oh don't worry sweetie, you'll feel a lot better," I say feeling around for your horns. Yes, you'll feel alot better once your horns grow in, like mine. And once your my fat pet, you'll feel so much better.

[lucifoge]

Ivan gonna visit the temple frequently now,

[projectdaydream]

i love mixing vampire and werewolf lore its so fun to imagine a guy experiencing body horror and being into it. being turned into the monster can be a choice or it can be forced onto the person. transformation can either be caused by drinking the makers blood or getting attacked and living. it can be slow and not change your appearance, it can be slow and make you look like a monsterous humanoid or it can happen wuickly in just a few moments. but it has benefits like you become immortal, beautiful, healthy, strong and bisexual! sometimes you can get magic powers like shapeshifting, turning into mist, controlling animals, mind control, scaling walls, fortune telling and flying. but if you dont drink enough blood you transform into a terrible monstous being thats like if werewolves were skin and bones and had wings. some of the vampires/werewolves have been stuck like that for so long they have either gone insane or learned to live with it in peace as some kind of morality thing. some enjoy the violence and do it even without drinking the blood.

idk i just think its neat

[ahabthetaco]

Oooh, is the machine still accepting test subjects??

-impishincubus

Since you are an impish incubus, I wonder

How would you feel to become a demon lord? This is no way become I am currently playing Devil May Cry 3 starring Vergil from Devil May Cry!

But imagine, just how powerful you would be, wouldn't even need to use my machine to turn people into monsters or creatures! Yes yes! I'll show the world I can't create the most powerful of monsters! Step inside step inside!

This transformation will be a bit more specialized, since you already have some demonic energy in you, don't worry I just need to set the emitters to red, it's fancy science stuff I can't explain. Just stand there and let the visor drop on your head, and for added security that you don't turn on me, let this collar wrap around you, look it even has your name on it!

Oh doesn't the energy feel so good, hitting your skin, feel the fire burn in you, hotter and hotter, it grows so pleasurable, just enjoy playing with your changing self. Feel as you grow taller, stronger, your size bursting out, a remnant of your incubus self as your boobs grow and ass expands. Feels so good to feel them grow in your hands, doesn't it~

Oh and we can't fighting the demon features, how's it feel having your once bat wings grow and grow, almost becoming a mix of dragon and demon as it glows a red hot, growing larger and larger till it's wingspan can block out the moon. How about your horns, grows as more and more power flows thru you, throw in some claws, red hot with demonic energy, such a beautiful specimen absolute thr pinnacle of beauty and power!

Oh and with your mind so lost in the pleasure, it makes it so easy to brainwash you. How good it feels to follow my orders, to follow me, every one of my commands. You would never betray me, no you want to help me conquer this city! Start your own kingdom of demons for me, covert the humans to demons, I give you this power. Corrupt anyone you want, turn them into a demon just like you were! Do what ever you must, help me conquer this city, no the world! All in the name of me MWAHAHAH!

There you stand, quite tall now, towering over most humans, don't worry, you can always shape shift, but this is your true form! A red hot demon, a glow of orange running thru your views, your horns tall and pointing, your wings so large to block out the moon, to use as a clock. Clawed hands and feet, and a burning passion to find humans to join your new kingdom.

Go out there and explore my demon! Find humans, make them into demons like yourself, and have as much fun as you want~

[baraadmirer]

Making an arduous trek up the mountain, the warrior stops for a moment and looks at the landscape behind him. A bounty was put out for the investigation into a few disappearances in the nearby city. Foul play was suspected, and demonic traces were found. Looking over his magic sword that was enchanted by a wizard that departed to the wilderness before him, the warrior trudges into a forested section of the mountain. In this hour of twilight, nary a creature makes its presence known. His senses, however, tell him otherwise.

As he walks down a dirt trail, a stout figure suddenly bursts out of the underbrush. A beefy demon in a torn shirt dashes out in front of the warrior, growling at him. "So you finally show yourself, eh? You'll go down soon enough." He draws his blade right as the monster charges at him. The warrior deftly steps out of the way as he raises his sword over his head. "Too easy." He brings it down on the demon's shoulder, splitting it open and spraying him with sickly green blood. "Fuck!" the warrior sputters as he spits out the small amount that went into his mouth. The demon falls to the ground lifeless. He kicks the body over and examines it. There's something oddly familiar about the face, but he can't place it.

The warrior continues on his way. Patches of dirt have taken on a dark obsidian sheen and the air begins to stink of brimstone. The trail ends before a sea of trees. The odour intensifies as he moves forward, slicing brush in his path. The foliage thins into a covering. As he sets a foot out of the trees, he hears chanting and magenta energy coalescing in the center.

A grizzled burly demon clad in a cape looking into the center gathers the energy around a floating crystal in the middle of the meadow. "Yes, my masters," it cries out. "Soon we shall open a portal into this realm for your conquest!"

"So demons are trying to invade our realm, huh?" the warrior asks rhetorically as he prepares himself for battle. The creature turns around and a pang of recognition flashes across his face. "You... you're the one who gave me this sword!"

"Ah, it's you." Getting past the sudden increase in musculature of the person he once knew, the warrior realises with dread that he had seen the one he slew earlier: it was a bartender who went missing two nights ago. "I didn't realise the power my masters could give me." The demon wizard looks down and stomps on the ground, leaving a deep imprint. "If all this infernal magic could make me this powerful, imagine what it can do for you," eyeing the warrior's barrel-like chest.

"Never!" the warrior snarls. "The most I can do for you now is to put you out of your misery. He lunges at the former wizard who starts flinging balls of dark energy at him. The warrior deftly repels each and every one of them.

"Very good," the demon wizard laughs. "Even you will have trouble with this, though." Mirror images suddenly appear around them and move quickly.

"Something like this is child's play," scoffs the warrior as he focuses on his sense of touch, feeling the slight breeze of the real one moving touch his skin. "You're right there!" With one fluid motion he thrusts his sword out at the crystal, impaling the demon in the chest.

The former wizard lets out an unearthly screech. "No!" he yells as the gem shatters. "My service may end here, but you will continue in my stead!" Reaching out towards the warrior with an arm, the wizard funnels his demonic essence into his victim before falling limp.

The warrior cries out in pain as the searing heat radiates from his chest to his limbs and an ethereal blue flame rises from his body. He feels the call of the abyss, ordering him to conquer the realm. "No, I will not be your slave!" he cries out painstakingly.

As the flames lick his skin it takes on an unnatural light purple hue, and his armbands slide down his forearms and become gold. The warrior feels each muscle expand with each pulse of power, and his thighs rip out of the fabric constraining him, with only his codpiece guarding his maleness. His steel footwear manages to withstand most of this infernal transformation as they strain to contain his newly-enlarged calves.

The warrior lets out a roar as he grabs hold of his blade. As he holds it he feels the urge ebb away into a small recess of his mind. He wraps his cloak tightly around him as he makes his way back into the city. Surely the priests in the church would be able to rid him of the affliction. He runs off in a hurry, trying his hardest to ignore the tingles of pleasure running up his spine as the forces of hell feed into his muscular vessel.

[anyatomy]

despretely preventing myself from looking up in stars and time on tumblr bc I DONT WANNA GET SPOILED BUT I WANNA SEE !!! FANART !!! BC THIS IS AWESOME GAME SO FAR !!!

[scarlettwolf24]

Sketch Comm from 2022- A wolf mid-transformation into a demonic form.

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Demon Jesse

As she put on the glowing pink lipstick, Jesse thought about something. All her life, Jesse wanted to be with the Stacies, but she always miss that chance every time. Terry then knocks on the door.

Terry: muffling Jesse? You almost done?

Jesse: Uh yeah, I’m done. I’m heading out now.

Jesse walks out of the door tiredly as she heads to her room. She then puts on her pajamas and looks at the mirror sadly.

Music in the background: “Beautiful” from Christina Aguilera

Jesse then heads to bed as she sheds a little tear in her eye, as if she was feeling left out by her transformed family. But as she falls asleep, a glow appears on herself. She then started to have nightmares like Turning Red, one that involves her two adults, her brothers and the Stacies and their friends insulting and blaming her for ruining their lives, a muscular demon looking at her, a spirit of a demon flying through and a shadow of herself as something terrible….. a muscular monstrous demon Shlorpian! Jesse awakes form her nightmares in fear as she breathes in and out in tears.

Jesse: Nnnnooooo! breathes in and out as she begins to cry

Yumyulack: wakes up Hey Jesse, what’s wrong? You having a nightmare?

Jesse: breaks down in tear as she hugs Yumyulack Oh Yumyulack, it was horrible. Everybody was blaming me, there was a monster and I turned into one and…and…

Yumyulack: Hey it’s okay. Just get some rest, you’ll be fine in the morning.

Jesse worriedly head back to her bed and head back to sleep. But then, the next morning…

Jesse: yawning

Terry: yelling from downstairs Kids! Breakfast is ready!

Yumyulack and Jesse: Coming.

After Yumyulack finished getting ready for school, Jesse heads into the restroom. But once she looks at the mirror, she suddenly sees glittering spots all over her body with different shades of pink as she gasp in horror.

Jesse: screams in horror as she slams the door

Korvo: Jesse?! Damn it Terry, did you scare her about this puberty thing again?

Terry: What? Pfft, no. That’s ridiculous, Jesse’s growing up, she knows about this stuff! starts gloobering

Korvo: sigh I know what she needs.

Jesse quickly started to panic as she looks around her body.

Jesse: Oh my God! What is happening to me?! crying but stops once she realizes something Wait a minute, I look perfect! This is just like what the Stacies use to wear. I think my luck is changing! The girls are so gonna love it! I’m gonna be the most popular girl in school!

Jesse’s imagination daydream shows up inside her head as it shows the Stacies and their friends adoring Jesse’s new look.

Stacy K: Oh my God Jesse, you look so fucking cool!

Stacy F: I totally wanna be your friend!

Dylan: Kiss me Jesse!

The daydream ended once Korvo knocks on the door.

Jesse: gasp Korvo!

Korvo: Jesse! Jesse, open the door! I got the stuff you need!

Jesse: puts on a pink jacket Yes. Thank you so much.

Korvo: Here you go. Just in case you start your zeroid. hands her puberty stuff

Jesse: Gee thanks Korvo. Well, better get ready. Better get breakfast.

Later, the Replicants head to school. Jesse head inside the girls’ bathroom where she takes off her coat.

Stacy F: offscreen Holy fuck! Jesse?

Jesse turns around and gasp to see the Stacies and their friends looking at her.

Stacy K: Oh my God! That’s so fucking cool.

Marie: You like a princess.

Stacy F: Do you wanna hang after lunch?

Jesse: Yes. suddenly notices a horn appearing on her forehead Huh?

Stacy F: Great see you then!

As the Stacies and their friends left, Jesse started to panic once she notices the horns looks like a demons’ horn as she panics.

Jesse: Oh no! This is awful, I have to do something or the Stacies are gonna kill me! gets a pink hat and puts it on her Phew. Okay, time to get Stacied!

A montage occurs which involved Jesse hanging out with the Stacies and their friends while Jesse tries to hide her horns. Yumyulack grows worried and suspicious about his sister. Later, he heads home where Korvo and Terry were busy restraining themselves due to their side effects from their monster forms.

Yumyulack: Korvo! Terry! We need to talk, I think Jesse is hiding something and-

Korvo: holding his arm that is glowing blue Not right now Yumyulack. Terry and I are busy trying to control ourselves.

Terry: restraining his arm that is growing green cat fur and it glows light green Korvo, we have to keep trying! We have to gain control before-

Yumyulack: I know how! You guys, we have been controlling ourselves by not letting our frustrations get the best of us. We just kept on going whenever trouble burst around here. Because, we’re the Solar Opposites!

Korvo: He’s right! We have to stop! We have full control!

Terry: We got this guys!

As said, Korvo and Terry manage to gain control as their arms turn back to normal. Suddenly, Terry sees the glowing pink lipstick Jesse put on and grow suspicious.

Terry: What the?

Later, in the lab, Korvo gasp once he ran DNA tests on the lipstick as the gang screams in horror.

Yumyulack: What the fuck is happening?!

Terry: That thing can turn someone into a demon?!

Korvo: But who used it? None of us are even girls! Damn it!

Suddenly, the three aliens’ eyes shrink in horror as they suddenly realized in horror who put it on.

Terry: Holy fuck! Jesse!

Terry quickly got in the taxi and tells the cab driver where to drop him off. Back with Jesse, she tried her best to hide her looks, only for her to grow taller and muscular and her horns grow larger too as her hands develop claws on them.

Jesse: Aw man, this is getting worst, but at least the Stacies didn’t know.

Suddenly, she hears talking and laughing coming from outside as she hears the Stacies.

Stacy K: Can you believe that loser Jesse totally believed we wanted her to be our friend? laughing That bitch is really a slut.

Stacy F: Yeah, we only hang out with her because the sparkles.

Dee Dee: I know, what a loser.

The Stacies and their friends laugh as Jesse turned around in shock with a jaw drop.

Jesse: All this time… the Stacies only liked me…. voice suddenly gets distorted FOR MY SKIN?! growls I can’t believe they fucking tricked me! Those fucking skanks! smashes a mirror with her fist as her eyes started to glow dark pink Ugh, I can’t believe this! Why doesn’t anyone care about me for being me?!

Terry: runs into the school once he suddenly sees the sunset and gasp Oh no! Jesse!

Back in the girls restroom, Jesse growls as she finishes growing, her back gained magenta demon wings, her teeth became demon fangs and she started to growl once the Stacies enter the room.

Stacy F: What the fuck?!

Demon Jesse: roars loudly

Stacy K: Aaaaahhh! It’s a monster! Run!

The girls ran for their lives as Terry runs past through them and gasp once he saw Jesse finishing her transformation. The full moon then appears and Terry turns around to see the moon as he starts transforming.

Terry: Oh shit.

Terry turns into his werecat, and after yowling at the moon, sniffs for Jesse as he growls. Suddenly, he sees a mysterious being with dark pink eyes. Once he turns on the lights, he sees Jesse, now a monstrous she-demon with a ruined dress growling at him.

Werecat Terry: gaining the ability to speak but with a different voice Holy fuck! Jesse?!

Demon Jesse: Roar!

Jesse the punches on Terry and begins to attack him in blind rage as they got out of the school while Terry tries his best to restrain Jesse.

Werecat Terry: Jesse, stop! You have control yourself. You’ve gone crazy!

Demon Jesse: Nooo!

Werecat Terry: Aaah, my poor Jesse! She’s gonna crazy! What do I d-

Before he could do something, Jesse grabs him and prepares to lift him but suddenly, Jesse’s demon eyes became normal as she tries to regain most of her sanity.

Demon Jesse: normal voice No-ho!

Jesse quickly drops Terry as he groans but suddenly, sees Jesse growing scared as her voice grows distorted again.

Werecat Terry: Now’s my chance. walks up to Jesse Jesse, it’s me. Terry, your adult. It’s gonna be okay sweetie. Korvo and I are gonna help you. We’ll figure out this transformation thing, but please control yourself, babygirl.

Jesse then tries to attack Terry again, but then Terry quickly grabs her hand and starts soothing her.

Werecat Terry: Shhhh.

Demon Jesse: T-Terry?

Werecat Terry: Yes sweetie, it’s me. Terry.

Demon Jesse: I-I’m… what happened to me? I’m so scared! Terry, what am I gonna do? I’m a monster…….breaks down in tears as Terry comforts her.

Werecat Terry: Shhhh. There there Jesse-bear. Terry’s here. It’s gonna be okay. I got you.

Terry soothes Jesse as a scene flashes back to a memory of Terry soothing Jesse as a infant. The scene switches back to the present as Jesse calms down and smiles at Terry. The adult and replicant hug each other “Father and Daughter” from Paul Simon played in the background as the two decided to head home.

Werecat Terry: Come on Jesse-bear. Let’s go home.

Unknown to them, Miss Frankie has been watching them this whole time as she growls in fury.

Miss Frankie: That’s it! I had it! Time to take matters into my own hands!

[lucifoge]

Ivan becoming incubus arc.. heyyy?

[keferon]

And there was only one bed And they were both investigating the same case..

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[dailymothanon]

They make me do hurdles. Every time I look at Brainstorm I think he looks like what citrus smells like 👍 I also like. Need me more Simpatico NOOWWW!!! But if I gotta do it that’s fine too 😌 love that quirky little scientist, but for now only quick sketches and coloring

Bonus sketch cuz they are beauties ❤️