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The Components of Confidence (Anthro Feraligatr TF/TG/MC)

(Original Date of Upload: April 27, 2024)

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Part of a trade with guacandchips on FurAffinity/DeviantArt. Their half of the trade can be found here: DeviantArt / FurAffinity. This is probably the first time I've written a more Mature-leaning FtM TF. I don't know how often I'll do things like this, but it was rather fun to write out either way! I don't think I have much commentary on the writing process for this. It was another rather lengthy story to handle things for, but it was basically like writing any other story in the vein of MG and MC. Although I will say the small snippets that imply mass TF and reality change was extremely fun to add in! And it's always extremely fun to write female to male content, in general there needs to be more FtM stuff out there. It is also rather humorous for me to write Pokemon TF though seeing as I don't interact with the franchise all that often. Other than that though, this was a great story to write out and this was an excellent trade, I'm really glad I got the chance to do it! Rated Mature for descriptions of bulge growth.

The spectrum of how people perceive their bodily image is a rather wide one. There are those who are happy with their image, and then there are those who are not. There are also those in between these two ends. People who don't think about it too often, people who only deal with it under certain circumstances or around certain people. Handling body image can best be summed up as being different on a person-by-person basis.

Sarah would fall under the more situational category. She didn't think about how she presented herself all too often. She would even say that most of the time she was at least content with how she looked. At most the only times Sarah ever found herself doubting her appearance was when it was like 9PM at night and she was alone in her apartment.

So it was rather absurd that she was just now experiencing immense bodily insecurity. All that happened was a few days ago her friends invited her to a small gathering at the beach. A plain, simple friendly gathering. Nothing could go wrong there! Something about it made a pit form in Sarah’s stomach however, said pit growing larger in the three days between the initial invitation and the date of the gathering. And it all started with one single thought…

Her friends hadn't really seen her in a swimsuit, had they?

It was an odd thought considering she part-timed as a swim instructor. However as she thought about it more she came to multiple realizations. Her friends never really took the classes she instructed, and the environment of her classes felt a lot more equipped for what was expected to be worn. Then she started realizing that there is at least some degree of privacy within the sanctum of a training pool in comparison to a semi-public outing. All of this combined caused her mind to pivot to a point where she finally came to the conclusion that she was actually insecure about presenting herself in such a space. This had resulted in days of mulling around trying to think of a way to deal with these concerns, if not just straight up suppress them.

Sarah couldn't come up with anything though. So here she was on the day of the gathering, driving her car to the beach with her brain in a worried panic. She had roughly a half hour until she actually had to be there. Part of her wondered if she could just back out. Her friends would probably understand after all. Then again it feels weird if the swimmer in the group would just straight up deny a chance to show off her skills.

“Damn it,” she frustratedly muttered to herself. She wasn't going to get over these worries if she just abandoned everything for the sake of remaining in her comfort zone. After all, if she's content with handling swim instruction with her usual swimsuit she should be fine with just wearing it in a casual area that's designated for such things.

“...that doesn't make me any less stressed,” Sarah said in response to her internal monologue.

Soon after that her car began to slow as it came upon a red traffic light. Her gaze slowly scanned the horizon out the vehicle’s windows. She seemed to be fast approaching the beach by this time. Although considering the current time it would seem that she was going to be early. Which also meant that she was going to be alone for a short bit until her friends came. A less than ideal prospect for the young woman. It made her wonder if she could find someplace to stall for a bit.

A few seconds passed and the traffic light flipped to green. With a sigh Sarah continued driving forward, her heart rate increasing as she saw the expanse of sand beside the road continuously grow larger. It wouldn't be long until her car was effectively on the road that properly bordered the beach. With that her car came to get another full stop before she promptly slumped into her seat. Glancing at her car’s internal clock she whispered the time it displayed under a breath.

“11:35…”

Pulling her phone out from a back pocket she checked her friend’s group chat. Nobody had mentioned arriving yet, just a few messages that certain people were getting ready to leave. So that gave her about twenty-five minutes of just trying to find a way to entertain herself.

Straightening herself up, Sarah turned to look at the back seat of the car. It looked rather barren with only the most basic of supplies strewn about the seat. Beach towel, sunscreen, her folded up swimsuit. She had only brought enough items that she deemed necessary for a standard trip. Plus odds are her other friends would bring their own gear as well. Although a part of her couldn't help but think she might've underprepared.

Another sigh escaped her mouth as she turned back to look out the car’s front window pane to boredly and stressedly look out at the environment around her. The beach had been at the car’s left, seeming to not be super packed but still had a somewhat sizable population. Meanwhile to her right she just found a row of small stores and whatnot. Food, surfing gear, beach supplies. She couldn't help but keep her gaze at the beach supply store specifically though.

Blaze’s Beach Supplies and Beyond…

Sarah continued to stare at that place’s storefront. It wouldn't hurt to spend about twenty minutes there, she had thought to herself. Just kill the time she had before her friends eventually converged at the beach soon. Maybe she could find something to deal with her various concerns.

With that in mind Sarah decided to unlock her car doors, the young woman set on taking a look at the supply shop.

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The ring of a bell echoed through the small store as Sarah stepped in. A cursory glance proved the place seemed to be a rather small shop with a few shelves that contained various objects one would need for a beach trip. Towels, empty containers, assorted swim gear, umbrellas and other shade-makers, etc.

Truth be told she wasn't really sure what else she had been expecting here. There had seemed to be nothing truly of note though, with the exception that nobody else seemed to be here except her and a young-looking man behind the store’s counter. The aforementioned man had the appearance of a fairly generic surfer guy. Long and almost wavy hair, scruffy stubbly face, wearing a pair of sunglasses that obscured his eyes and a Hawaiian-style shirt that was completely unbuttoned to reveal his rather athletic physique. Right now though he seemed to just be leaning on the counter and staring at his phone with a rather uncaring demeanor. It isn't until Sarah takes another few steps forwards that the man glances up from his device to acknowledge her existence.

The young man’s demeanor quickly shifts from this point on. His uncaring visage changes to one that was more warm and inviting. “Welcome to Blaze’s Beach Supplies and Beyond!” he promptly sweeps a hand through his hair and smiles. “I’m the Blaze Donovan~ I take it you came here to buy something?”

Sarah just stared at the man, brow raised in mild confusion. Even with one statement something about the way this man was presenting himself was over-the-top, almost performative even. Although it doesn't take long for the shock of… whatever that was to fade.

“I'm just here to look around,” Sarah responded plainly.

Blaze continued to smile. “If you say so! Although something tells me you're looking for something-” he leans forward over the counter and tips his sunglasses down a bit, “-specific~”

Sarah steps back a bit, slightly uneased by the spontaneous eye contact. Even more so when she starts to realize she could've sworn she saw the man’s eyes glow red for a split second. She’s quick to recompose herself though. “What do you mean by that?”

Blaze pushes his glasses back up and lets out a low chuckle. “Apologies for the startle. I'm just saying you look like someone who needs something,” he explained, putting emphasis on the word need.

“I mean, I guess?” Sarah shrugged. She's only been in here for two minutes and it's already feeling weird. “Are you trying some weird sales tactic on me? Because it’s not working.”

“Maybe I am, maybe I'm not,” Blaze enigmatically responds. Even beneath his sunglasses it felt like the man’s gaze was piercing into Sarah’s body to stare into her soul. “Say, do you like yourself?”

Another look of confusion crosses Sarah’s face. “Do I- yes??”

“Mmm, perhaps I should ask if you are comfortable with yourself.”

Sarah blinked a few times. What the heck was this man’s deal? “I mean- I'd say I am.”

“Everyone says they are when the truth is they feel like a jittery mess,” Blaze calmly retorted. “But putting strange philosophies aside…” the strange man bent down to grab something from under the counter. Sarah just idly watched as Blaze lifted a box from beneath the countertop. On the side of the box that faced her she noticed that a logo displaying the words Sapphire Scale was printed on it.

Blaze then put a hand into the box and lifted up what looked to be a bottle of lotion. “Sapphire Scale-branded body lotion,” was his only explanation.

“...oookay?”

“Heard it helps greatly with concerns of the self. Smooths out the skin, energizes your muscles, makes you feel great about everything.”

Sarah just deadpanned. Yup, this guy's actions are just a weird sales tactic.

“Willing to sell it for…” Blaze turned the object around in his hand for a few seconds. “Four-ninety-nine.”

Sarah just continued to stare. Did he really expect her to believe whatever he's trying to pedal…? Then again if she refused it would result in some cycle of bartering between the two that would just wear her out mentally and she was not in the mood for that.

“You know you want it~” Blaze urged.

With a roll of her eyes Sarah lets out an exasperated sigh. She plunged a hand into a pocket to pull out her wallet. “Fine, I guess I could give it a try…”

“You'll love it!” Blaze tried to reassure.

“Yeah, yeah…” Sarah pulled out the requested amount of money and placed it on the counter. Blaze happily took it, putting the bottle of lotion on the counter in return.

Blaze continued to smile. “It was wonderful doing business with you!”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “Perhaps come up with a less weird way to sell your stuff,” she suggested as she picked up the bottle and began to make her leave.

“Weirdness sells, human! Weirdness sells…” the strange man responds. His eyes glinted red beneath his shades again as he made that statement, a sight that went unnoticed by the departing Sarah.

Sarah just ignored him and directed her focus on the bottle itself. Mentally she repeats the words displayed on the object: Sapphire Scale Lotion, Big Jaw Edition…

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Twenty minutes pass between Sarah’s exit from the suspicious store and her deciding to properly step foot on the beach. When she arrived she began her search for the most secluded spot on the beach she could find. Hanging off one shoulder was a bag containing the few items she brought here, and beneath the other shoulder was her beach towel.

At some point during that time frame she had also switched out her attire to the one she still felt some sense of dread being seen in by others: the bright blue one-piece swimsuit that she usually wore for swimming escapades. She had also elected to keep some sunglasses atop her head and wear a pair of sandals to avoid stepping on anything during her beach walk. Eventually though she would find a good spot to unfurl her blanket and take a seat in.

She set the bag of stuff beside her and sat down with her legs crossed. Every so often she'd find herself looking around to see if anyone had spontaneously materialized nearby or something. Although it didn't seem as if anyone had noticed her even from afar. That didn't help much with suppressing her stress though. The perfect newness of this situation was just enough to continue widening that pit in her stomach.

Shuffling unsuredly in her spot she decided to pull her bag closer to her and rummage around it for her phone. Once she found it she pulled it out and checked for the time and any notifications from her friend’s group chat.

“11:55,” she muttered. No notifications either even though she sent a message to the group chat that she was at the beach. Hopefully nobody is going to be late. She wasn't sure how long she could sit here alone like this.

The thought made her shake her head. “Deep breaths, Sarah. You can do this…”

A memory then crossed her mind. It was one of that strange shop and that even stranger man. That and the statement he said about what he sold her. Helps greatly with concerns of the self… Makes you feel great about everything…

“Tch…” Sarah dug her hand into the bag again. She didn't want to let that man’s weirdness get to her, but she also was kind of curious about what he was going on about.

The prospect of some simple body lotion being enough to make her feel better about being around others like this felt absurd to say the least. Then again she couldn't deny there was some allure to the promise. That perhaps there was just a small chance that what that weirdo Blaze was talking about could have a nugget of truth behind it all.

A few seconds pass and she pulls out the lotion bottle. The blue of the plastic glistened in the sunlight. She just held it out in front of her for a few seconds, internally deciding if she's truly going to do this. Her eyes scan the bottle over and over and constantly read and reread the words printed on its front. Even the subtitle beneath the logo spouts a nonsensical creed.

Strength. Vitality. Shine. The components of confidence found in this very lotion.

Another two seconds pass with her eyes fixed on that statement before finally Sarah relents. “Let's see how much more comfortable you'll make me feel then.”

With her mind made up Sarah opens the bottle. Upon doing so a scent seems to waft out of the opening, giving off the most generic oceanic smell a skin care product could possibly have. She then promptly turns the bottle and squeezes it over her hand. Bright blue lotion escapes from the container and touches her skin. She can't help but stare curiously for a few seconds at the bit of lotion she poured onto her hand. She then closes the bottle and puts the other palm onto the lotioned one before promptly rubbing them together.

“Here goes nothing…”

With her hands properly covered in lotion she then begins to rub them up, down, and around her arms. The bright blueness of the substance is smeared all across her ivory-toned skin and the stark color difference is visible for a bit until she rubs it down just enough that the contrast loses its noticeability. Even weirder was that as she continued to rub the lotion across her arms she could indeed feel a strange sensation within each limb. One that she had attributed to the supposed promise of being re-energized.

That wasn’t exactly the case however, and Sarah would find out why rather quickly…

What was happening had actually started in her hands. The longer the lotion had remained on her palms the more the blue hue of it was practically embedded into the skin instead of disappearing from it. It was like the pale skin tone of her palms was being rewritten at a level beyond something like staining. Furthermore as the blueness etched into her it was accompanied with a secondary change: the skin of her palms seeming to slightly harden with miniscule cracks forming in it. These changes got accentuated the more she had rubbed with the cracks and hardness further formulating into a smooth sleekness that was practically inhuman. Calling what was on her hands skin anymore would be incorrect. Instead it seemed to be that the lotion was granting scales.

These changes weren't only limited to the front of her hands either. The blue scales would easily creep their way up the sides of both of them before reaching their dorsal region. Just a constant flow of a leathery yet smooth hide overtaking each appendage. And as this formation constantly manifested, her hands were being layered with yet another change. Steadily they had stretched out in width and length, tangibly growing larger in size with each passing second. Bones and muscle within them enlarged and thickened to a point that her hands entered a process of attaining a level of meatiness they had not possessed prior. Her fingers, usually average in length and thinness, bloated in mass as they too were caught up in the lengthening. All the while her nails were extending out each finger and each nail hardened into an almost bony density while sharpening to a fine, practically clawed point.

Her hands weren't the only portion of her body that was changing either. A few seconds after the formation of scales started in her palms the discoloration and hardness began forming in her arms as well. Blotches of blue formed across her flesh and expanded at a steady pace and Sarah was quick to realize that her arms feel a bit rougher than they had used to be.

“Whuh- whats going… on?”

She had stopped her rubbing once she noticed the blue tint in her skin. By now her hand had just started being overtaken by it all, and her arms were in the process of having that done to them as well. She had become witness of all the weird changes her hands had undergone and she was also watching what was happening to her arms.

As blue continued to cascade around each limb their size had began to adjust itself. The build in her arms had started to lose itself. Muscle structures that were built more for an athletic person was quickly getting altered. The size of both arms were thickening, mass accruing at a steady rate in front of her very eyes. Each limb just swelled with raw bulk as that strange sensation she had felt earlier intensified. As if the larger her muscles began the more strength she could feel surge through her bones. The spiral of sinew around her forearms burned as they continuously bloated with muscle and it wouldn't be very long until she felt as if the diameter of each arm had practically doubled in size.

By this point a panic was starting to set in within Sarah. “W-what the fuck- why-” her eyes had properly started to dart up and down her expanding limbs. “-what’s happening to my arms!? My hands!?! They're so- so-”

Her mind continues to race as her gaze is brought to her upper arms. There she saw as they too had also been constantly pumped with power. Watching it was like watching a balloon get pumped with air. Muscles constantly pulsating and growing larger and larger to a point that her previous build would become rapidly replaced. Biceps bulging and bloating while her concurrently her triceps shifted alongside them. It was at this point she could see just how round her limbs had been becoming, only further accentuated by the fact her shoulders burgeoned with the further development of her deltoids. All of this coupled with the constantly growing circumference of the region it wouldn't be wrong to equate her newly empowered limbs to that of some kind of melon.

Sarah's breathing continued to quicken as she witnessed the transformation occur. By now it seemed as if the previous lean musculature of her arms had long vanished. She now possessed massive trunks of limbs that exuded a level of strength she had never thought was possible. Then again it shouldn't be possible!

“A-agh- what did… what was in that stupid thing?” Sarah continued to ask in her panicked frenzy. “It- it made my muscles so big and it's-” she squinted to get a better look at her arms. “Given me blue scales…”

With a strained groan she hauls one of her massive arms over beside her to grasp the lotion bottle. With how massive her hands had become it seemed like their width was enough to hold the entire container portion. But with it in her grasp she gave the entire bottle another inspection. Especially the back as the ingredients of the lotion would be available there. In the end it would all be for nought though. Nothing on the bottle would be able to explain what was happening to her.

“N-no weird dye? Fast-acting topical steroids? Nothing!? This can't possibly be an allergic reaction either, I- urrgh-”

Another groan escapes her as she feels a tremble enter her body. A series of sensations courses through her torso. Like surges of power mixed with dull aches within her bones and vestigials. She hadn't even rubbed lotion anywhere near her chest or stomach but it seemed like whatever was transforming her was going to effect more than her arms.

The blue scales continued to spread across Sarah’s surface area having now inched their way beyond her shoulders and onto the apex of her torso. The waves of rough sapphire continually flowed from their confines of her limbs, cascading their way over her upper chest before crashing and merging together at her midline. From there they'd trickle down over her chest and back while continually causing more transformations within her body.

Her swimsuit started feeling tighter as her form began to increase in width. A broadness entered into her that steadily widened her inch by inch. All the while she was in the process of growing thicker as well, mainly in regards to her muscle mass yet again. It had initially started within her pecs, the scales in the process of flowing down her breasts and filling her core with a sudden surge of strength and power. From there it spread out to the rest of her chest and caused her pectorals to start to properly swell. Size was added to them at a steady pace, pecs bulging out and bulking up more and more with each passing second. All the while it seemed as if the fat of her breasts was melting away. It was as if her body was trading the adipose of her chest away for the firm meatiness of muscles. Especially as the changes had the visuality of her chest hardening with muscle as her pectorals grew to the previous size of her chest before crossing a threshold to swell even larger.

The changes in her upper torso had become visible to Sarah pretty early on. With the way her chest swole and the way the transformation presented itself it all indented into the nylon of her swimwear. And her swimsuit was already designed to fit her normally, so as her body swole in muscularity what she wore was rapidly being tested. All as she grew in size her swimsuit attempted to stretch itself over her to contain all her form was achieving. However as her body widened and her pecs expanded beyond the build she had previously possessed it all indented into the material of her swimsuit more and more. Crevices of muscles, the deepness of her pectoral cleavage, the raw hardness of her pecs themselves, all was constantly pushing her swimsuit to its limits. And unfortunately it's material wouldn't be enough to hold it all. Rips and tears pierced the air as a series of horizontal and vertical splits formed across the nylon of the upper portion of her swimsuit and unveiled her azure-scaled and strongly muscled chest.

More sounds of tearing continued to echo through the air as another large split formed over her back. Her trapezius muscles had also broadened themselves, newly rounded mass bulging out her once average back. All the while a pressure absolutely wracked her spine as another change started to settle, the transforming woman now witnessing the sandy ground start to ever so slightly inch itself further away. Instantly she could tell the transformation was making her taller as well. Although another pressure was occuring in her back as well, one that more localized to the middle of her body. This part she couldn't see at first but a triad of bumps formed in the back of her swimsuit, and pressure continued to build up as the bumps seemed to develop a sharpened definition that pushed up against the material of what she wore. A few more seconds would pass before the sharpness reached a point where it could puncture the nylon and then allow the pressure to alleviate itself. Another rip echoed behind her accompanied by the feeling of weight having been added to her back. Sarah’s gaze was forced towards her back to investigate and the woman was greeted with…

“A-a fin!?” she exclaimed. In truth it was more like a fin-like spine. One that was triple-spiked and reddish-orange in coloration. It had also been jutting out her back by quite a few inches.

Concurrent with what had gone on in her back was the transformation finally reaching her lower torso. The color blue continued to tint the skin of her lower half, and Sarah let out a groan as she felt her abdominal region churn. The now-scaled flesh over her stomach bubbled as yet again her musculature was spontaneously worked on. Rising from this bubbling was another array of muscles, this time it was her abdominals. Each one just slightly rose out and hardened themselves at a sequential rate. One, two, four, all of which came to an ending at a firm six-pack to replace her previously flat tummy. All the while her sides ached as her oblique muscles were altered alongside her abs. Ridges formed within her skin as the muscles shifted in her now widened form, and these ridges alongside the indents of her abs became visible through her still tight swimsuit. It didn't take long before the seams holding the sides together were torn apart by her significant thickness and continuing the damage that was being accrued by her changes.

A dull inch then started to enter her throat, and Sarah was feeling the sensation of scales slowly creeping up her neck. She practically growled in dissatisfaction as she witnessed the changes completely total her swimsuit. “F-fucking hell-”

A squeak then escaped her throat. Did her voice-? “Wh- my- voice too…”

For now it felt like it was just cracking and with each crack it got a slight change to it. It seemed to be getting deeper though. Far deeper than what her tone had usually been.

“Grrughh…” another low growl escaped Sarah’s throat as she finally started to stand up. An arm was held over her belly as she continued to feel her internal churn. “D-damn, is n… no one- one else seeing this!?”

She had found a rather secluded spot at the beach, yes, but you'd think someone would notice that a young woman had been turning into some kind of muscled sea beast. But as her gaze turned to the more populated end of the beach she would get the answer to her question in the most unexpected way.

“What the- u-urrgh- fuh…”

All over the other end of the beach there seemed to be various people being in the process of transforming as well. One person was swelling with muscle while their skin garnered a shade of blue and their face stretched into a dolphin-like beak. Another person’s skin was gaining a sleek gold color while tufts of golden locks cropped out the top of their head. A random man was growing red and black fur and a feline-like tail while also bulking up. Beside him was a woman whose skin was whitening, hair becoming a flowing cyan, and face mid-shift to appear more like a sea lion. There was even someone gaining an owl-like visage while green feathers grew across their body.

That wasn't even the end of it either. A guy filling up with fat while his skin tinted blue and his body became increasingly amphibious. A separate person becoming frog-like while their body gained an athletic-leaning musculature. A woman getting a fatter and more masculine shape while her skin became green and some kind of red cap manifested over her face, a man slimming into a feminine salamander-like form with black and purple scales, another person bloating up into an ursine appearance while brown fur covered their body. Just an endless menagerie of transforming people all around the beach, all of whom going about their activities as they changed. None of them were panicking like she was. It was like none of them were even aware!

“I…” she stumbled a bit from her lopsided weight. “This… grrughh… this can't…” She blinked a few times. It felt like it was getting increasingly harder to speak normally. Then there was the fact her voice just continually deepened more and more as she tried to talk.

Why did her teeth feel a bit sharper than they were before? Why does her face feel so tight? Why does the back of her head ache a bit?

“Not my fuckin… fur… ferali… mmf…”

She snapped her mouth shut to prevent herself from finishing that sentence. She wasn't sure what she was about to say but it was far from normal. Then again none of this had been normal at all really!

While the transformation ever so slowly entered her head and mind, it too had begun to trickle down to the lower half of her body as well. For a small portion above the front end of her waist it would seem the scale coloration changed to a creamy yellow tone. This difference in coloration had appeared in a thick almost V-shaped marking that formed in that region. Although once the marking had formed the scale color resumed to its previous blue as it properly layered beneath her waist and pelvis. And once it did it kick-started a menageries of shifts within that region.

Two points of pressure formed within her. One point was at the base of her spine, its tailbone to be exact, and the other point was within her groin. The stronger of the two was the one in her tailbone though as a bump began to form at the pressuring spot. As pressure continued to build up the bump got larger and larger, yet again causing a constant source of strain in what she was wearing. The bump’s growth has caused it to take on a more defined shape by the point: roundness transforming into a point as it grew larger. A couple more seconds passed as the growth grew longer, and then the air was pierced with yet another tear of her swimwear.

“Ggruhrr…” she frustrated growled in her deepening voice. She cast her gaze behind her yet again to investigate and from that she found she had a tail now. One that was still continuously growing with the base of it becoming thicker in diameter the more it gained in length. Longer and longer it grew, dangling at the length of her thighs before expanding to the crus of her legs until it touched the ground. It then continued to grow even more with inches continually adding to its length rapidly. A one foot long tail became two feet long, then three feet, then seemed to end off somewhere before reaching four. All the while the diameter got thicker and thicker at the point where the tail connected to the rest of her body. Once it finished growing it also grew a three-pointed and red-colored spine like the one she had on her back.

All that remained was the pressure in her groin. That was a lot less intense. If anything it felt pleasurable, as if something down there had been growing a bit in size. A heat formed in her cheeks as her brain properly registered it. That heat only increased as that sudden growth grazed the nylon of her swimsuit. It didn't even stop at touching as a rounded bump formed and grew within that region. The growing continued for a few more seconds until her swimwear was graced with a bulge.

“Mmmrr…” her throat rumbled in pleasure as she felt her nerves get stimulated in her groin. “I fee… ferl… gatr…”

Gritting her teeth she raised a hand up to clench the side of her head. Her brain was absolutely swimming in strange feelings now. Just various conflicting thoughts properly welling up within her mind over and over. She should feel embarrassed about all of this but that emotion just isn't registering. Unbelievably, she was beginning to feel like she wanted to flaunt her new body. Like she had worked hard for these muscles. It didn't help that she was beginning to feel an air of familiarity with this body. A sensation that the strange sights around her were normal. And considering that bulge of hers the idea of being female was feeling increasingly incorrect.

She stumbled yet again at the sensation of the muscles in one of her thighs spasming for only a moment. This was followed by more swelling as now the muscles in her legs were bloating in size and attaining the strength the rest of her body possessed. The hamstrings and quadriceps in both legs bulked up in conjunction rapidly, muscle growth yet again appearing like an inflating balloon. Strength continuously cycling through each limb, empowering them as they thickened with a raw meatiness that practically equaled that of her arms.

The lower half of her legs weren't exempt from this either of course. Ballooning out the back of each of them were her calves. This had been coupled with an aching pressure in her bones as they thickened beneath the muscle tissue in order to support it all, and lengthened to add even more inches to her height. By this point the diameter of her legs had been doubled from the conjoined effort of her bones and muscles. As if now Sarah was now being supported by two massive trunks.

Meanwhile as her legs morphed there seemed to be one additional change happening to her. A rectangular section of her frontal thigh began to bubble and raise itself from the rest of her scales. A similar scene was happening in the middle of her back, and one on her tail. There even seemed to be four on each arm. This bubbling caused a rise of what seemed to be thicker rectangular plates of scales. Their thickness was accentuated by the rougher texture they seemed to possess in comparison to the sleek smoothness of the scales of the rest of her body. Speaking of the scales that were on the rest of her body…

Her feet were the last portion of her lower body that hadn't been transformed yet. Although that was quickly changed as they too got consumed by the azure-scaled reptilian hide. The width and length of her feet stretched outwards to force them onto a size that fit the proportions of her new body. Thickness filled each foot with a meatiness to support her strong body perfectly. Her toes even seemed to swell up as well, however it was becoming evident that that was because each toe seemed to be getting squished and merged together as the changes progressed. The straps of her sandals practically snapped in an instant as the big and index toes became one. Meanwhile the middle and fore toe also combined their masses. The only toe that grew itself in size was the small one. All the while her toenails hardened into white bone as they elongated and sharpened. The placement of each nail progressively moved to the front of each toe, and their reshaping caused them to shift into a more cylindrical appearance. This crowned the end of her feet changes. The appendages were now double the size, thick and filled with strength, adorned with pointed claws, and had three toes per foot. The footbed of her torn sandals were practically buried beneath her feet now.

“Gotta… g… gatr-” she growled out. Her voice had become so deep now, and her speech patterns were shifting into something incomprehensible to her at the moment. She couldn't resist it though. Something about the way her rumbling voice spoke so gutturally and growled felt good. It felt right.

One of her eyes began to twitch, a bright gold shocking into the iris of it as it did. “Nngh, I’m… I…” her throat continuously tingled. It had thickened significantly in size by now as the scales had completely enveloped it. A sizable lump had even been forming within her neck as the cartilage in the area was becoming more prominent.

Her other hand dug its claws into her thighs as she tried one last time to resist the words from escaping her mouth. Her brain had other plans for her though, and the war of conflicting thoughts in her brain was rapidly leaning towards the other end. The end that felt like it exuded raw confidence, that wanted to show off, that felt like it was overtaking her with a raw perception of manhood.

“Fuh… feraligatr…” he had finally let out. Deep breaths huffed and puffed as his thick chest rose and fell. Something about letting that out felt good in ways he still couldn't comprehend. It may still be a short bit though as his brain was still in a messy haze of an identity crisis. Was she an athletic human woman, or was he a strong reptilian man?

Such a thing can easily be solved with how his face was shifting. Sharp teeth slipping out his lips as all his chompers gained a significantly more carnivorous appearance within his mouth. All the while pressure wrapped around his skull to shift and reshaped it like it was clay. His face was pushing out steadily as well, reshaping itself into some kind of muzzle that as it grew it accentuated his reptilian appearance. An increasingly lengthening snout with an upper half the shade of blue as his scales and a lower half a yellowish-cream. His nose merged into the upper portion and shifted into mere nostrils that adorned the tip of the muzzle.

All while the occurred what remained of human skin was quickly consumed by scales. Ivory toning to blue while beneath it all the structure of his skull changed. The actual head portion of it reshaped into a more gator-like dome. This became evident as scales washed across his scalp and caused his long brown hair to slough off. Just clumps of hair continuously slipping off his head and drifting to the ground at a rapid pace. This was a concurrent change to those on the rest of his face. As hair fell off and revealed the sides of his head it became apparent that his ears had no intention of staying as they were shrinking into the scales to become nothing but holes. When follicles drifted off the back of his head it allowed some kind of orange growth to gain visibility, and said growth was steadily rising out the back of his head to give him a third triple-spiked spine. From here it didn't take much longer until what remained of his hair fell away and disappeared before hitting the ground.

Perhaps the final major change happened to his eyes. The ridges of his brows became more prominent as they shaped into an arch and lost their eyebrows. Meanwhile his eyes seemed to reshape a little to fit his new socket shape. All the while it seemed like his pupils were in the process of shrinking, and his unchanged iris was constantly drifting from brown and gold. It continued to fade in and out like some kind of faulty light as the reptilian creature’s mind continued to have a conflict of identity.

There were so many memories and thoughts and desires that couldn't fit each other. Swim instructing and bodybuilding; not caring too much about her body and caring a lot about how he presented himself; sudden spurts of self-consciousness towards herself and a constant feeling of pure confidence in his veins. Barely wanting to reveal too much at times vs. wanting to show everything off all the time, the sight of skin in water vs. scales in the sand, a perception of her femininity vs. the raw dominance of his masculinity.

“Gatrrr…” he growled out in frustration. Even that undecipherable statement contributed to a series of things that just didn't click. Was her name Sarah anymore, or was he some kind of muscled hunk whose name he can't recall? Who was he?? What was she??? What was going on any-

His thoughts patterns were then stopped in one sudden instance. The clarity of the beach was suddenly shaded in a mild darkness. It had taken a few seconds for him to register that this was because his sunglasses simply had just slipped down from the top of his head to over his eyes.

That was enough to purge all of his thoughts. A bit of saliva started to roll out his mouth as in one instant his brain was practically turned into pudding. Intelligence had begun to drain rapidly at this point as fears and panics and concerns towards his identity were thrown out into the wind. He was losing the ability to care about it all because none of it had mattered anymore. The only things his thoughts could grasp onto now was just how strong he had been and how good he looked. It was as if any amount of brain was replaced with the brawn he possessed. All the while an overconfident personality overtook his mind. Stupid and cocky and obsessed with how strong he was and could be. That's what he was and that's what he has been for as long as he remembered.

Another low growl escaped him as he pulled off an unfamiliar material from his scales. While many shards of nylon were grasped by his claws and pulled away, other shards of it practically melted into simple droplets that dribbled down to the lowest portion of his long-forgotten swimwear. Although calling it any portion of a swimsuit would be incorrect by now. It was quickly reshifting and growing to fit his new form, material appearing to change into one that seemed almost shiny as the coloration took on a deeper shade of blue with a white stripe that was parallel to the waist band. And despite its new size it seemed to perfectly outline his bulge. Gone was the swimsuit, it had been torn away and melted into a simple speedo.

The anthropomorphic gator blinks his eyes as he starts to come to. In a low rumble he says, “Wha…?” his brain now instantly translating his unnatural way of speaking.

He looks around to find himself at the beach. And looking down at himself he found his muscular body. A few seconds then passed before his brain properly registered everything, and once it did he instantly began flexing an arm. “Lookin’ good!~”

Just the pure sight of his muscles was enough to cause some kind of mental spiral. How perfectly sculpted they were, how much time he's spent refining them, how much he craved to have others be impressed by his powerful form. It felt so good and it seemed to be the only thing he felt he was ever able to focus on. After all, who needs to think when they're a complete mountain of muscle?

His boastful thoughts are interrupted by the sound of another voice that was coming towards him. “Someone's admirin’ themselves again!”

Feraligatr stopped gazing at his arm, looking forward instead to find the source of the voice. Walking towards him was a muscled and chunky Blastoise who was accompanied by an equally as strong looking Machamp and Garchomp duo.

“Wha- oh, bros!”

“Hey dude!” Machamp exclaimed, walking over towards Feraligatr and giving his shoulder a good squeeze.

“Sorry we're late, Gatr-bro!” Blastoise started. “Gar over here got distracted by this hunky Palafin lifeguard…”

“Hey, I thought I could score him!” Garchomp retorted.

“How hunky?” Feraligatr asked with genuine intrigue. He could vaguely recall seeing a Palafin earlier, although the context behind it was rather muddled.

“Suuuuper hunky, man,” Machoke responded. He then flexed an arm. “Looked almost as muscular as we are!”

“Aw yeah!” Feraligatr exclaimed, flexing his own arm again. This then caused some kind of chain reaction among the group of bros as they all began flexing and showing off to each other.

“With muscles like these we should totally try to impress some hunks and chicks!” the blue reptilian suggested with excitement. He was just aching to show off his gains to anyone who'd care to stare.

“Heheh, why else would we meet like this bro!?” Electrivire said with enthusiasm. “Places like these are perfect to show off these gains!!!”

A smile formed on the Feraligatr’s muzzle. “Fuck yeah, dudes!”

“I did see a trio of hot ‘mons earlier,” Blastoise stated. “An Incineroar, a Primarina, and a Decidueye. That Incineroar might make for some good competition~”

“Suggestin’ a flex contest to show everyone out raw power, bro?” Feraligatr inquired, perking up with excitement.

“Yeah, bro!”

“Fuckin’ dope then! Let's do this!”

With that the group of rowdy Pokemon bros began their beach escapades, united by their cocky attitudes and a shared desire to show all their strength. As he left the Feraligatr neglected much of his (or perhaps his past self’s…) belongings. Among them was that blue bottle of lotion. The very catalyst for this sudden shift in body and mind of the once human woman. In the end she got what she wanted though: unbreakable confidence, brought in the form of a stud of a gator.

#tf #transformation #muscle growth tf #ftm tf tg #tf tg #bara tf #reptile tf #pokemon tf

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Illegal Hiring Practices (Anthro Bullet Bill TF/MC)

(Original Date of Upload: August 5, 2023)

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My half of a trade with guacandchips on DeviantArt/FurAffinity. Their half can be found here: DeviantArt / FurAffinity This story is directly based on artwork drawn by ArticulatedArtisan! The original art can be found here: DeviantArt / FurAffinity Another trade complete! This one was honestly really fun to work on. So fun that I ended up accidentally writing what accumulated 16 pages and 7.3k words on the document. Either way, I'm really proud of how this one turned out! Especially since this is probably the first time I've written TF of a character that is moreso a generic mook than anything else. But I think that's where the appeal really came in, especially with the MC. Plus a very unique anthropomorphization in terms of design as well, really made me put more thought into the head changes! This story just contained so many unique systems to work with... Definitely one of my more favorite solo stories of the year! Overall, a very enjoyable story to write and a very fun trade to be had! I honestly wouldn't mind doing something else like this again~ Rated Mature for described bulge/nullge.

Bowser's Castle was always considered to be one of the land's most heavily guarded fortresses. With its strong usage of lava pits and an assortment of traps, alongside the various guards constantly roaming the premises, the castle grounds were a place that would usually be considered of high difficulty to penetrate. Right now, however, the halls of the castle were uncharacteristically empty. Very few of Bowser's minions could be found patrolling the grounds, and it would seem there was quite a staggeringly low number of them that made up the current army serving the fierce Koopa king. And now up in a hallway that was within the higher levels of the castle, a discussion was being had about this strange occurrence by two of the highest ranking individuals in the kingdom. The sounds of a mixture of light and heavy steps bounce off the gray bricks in an echo as the talk unfolds.

"It's uh, evident that forces in the kingdom have been dwindling drastically, my king…" one of the voices reports. Higher in pitch and nasally in tone; it was one that belonged to a short, blue-robed, and bespectacled koopa by the name of Kamek.

The deep and booming voice of the Koopa king, Bowser, responds not long after the report is given. "Is there any particular reason that we can't just get more?"

"Well there is a the finite supply of people in this kingdom, and it has grown fairly obvious that we just can't seem to hold much of their loyalty anymore-"

"And what do you mean by that?" Bowser spits out, a noticeable fury formulating in his tone of voice.

A bit of sweat forms on Kamek's brow as he instantly notices the change in tone. "W-well, they are getting tired of the constant amounts of injuries and hazardous encounters th-that ensue during your schemes, m-my King."

Bowser lets out a dismissive snort. "They get better, don't they?"

"Y-yes, by the repetition of it all-"

"Their complaints are on repetition?" Bowser stops walking to turn towards the magikoopa advisor, "They are the ones that signed up to be in this army, and they are the ones that swore loyalty to me-"

The feeling of betrayal was tangible in Bowser's voice. He was being given such weak reasons behind deciding to drop out what is easily one of the most powerful armies in this land! The only one that could defeat them is that blasted plumber, but it's only a matter of time before they slip up and Bowser can get the drop on them!

The Koopa king clenches his fists, claws digging into the scales of his palms. "Pathetic," he turns away and continues walking. "All of them, pathetic! Their weakness is tarnishing the Koopa Kingdom's name and reputation at this point!"

One of the king's hefty fists slams into the wall of the hallway, Kamek letting out a yelp due to the sudden act of aggression. A couple seconds later he speaks up again in an attempt to calm his lord, "N-now, my king, I'm sure we can-"

"I don't need excuses, Kamek!" Bowser's arm slowly removes itself from the crack he punched into the wall. "Just imagine what the other kingdoms see in me now! A ruler who can't even keep his own men under his control. Ooh, and think about how pathetic I might look now in the eyes of Peach…"

Bowser's anger dripped into self-loathing, Kamek mentally making note of that and seizing this as an opportunity to spitball some ideas. "W-well, we are in an intermission between schemes. We have the time to replenish our forces!"

Bowser glared at the magikoopa. "Your reports seem to imply that idea is an impossibility. Loyalty is waning, and if I can't keep hold of that I can't maintain an entire army."

"I mean, you have me," Kamek says, seemingly in an attempt of reassurance.

"I don't need your pity-"

The feeling of reassurance drops instantaneously. "No, I mean you have me, one of the most powerful mages in this kingdom. We could easily use my magic to propagate and restore the kingdom's army to its former glory!"

Bowser stayed silent for a few seconds, seemingly trying to rationalize the idea in his head. "That… that could work! Bring my army back- oh, or even better, make them stronger. Loyaler…"

"E-exactly!" Kamek brings out his wand. "It'd be rather easy- I could probably turn any of the dissenters back onto our side!"

"Mmmm," a low rumble of concern escapes Bowser's throat. "I feel as if that isn't a permanent solution, though…"

"Wha…?"

"Well, I mean, wouldn't something inevitably happen if we try to use magic on people from this world? That plumber always has his way around finding some way to undo whatever spell might be cast. I worry he would just come in and ruin everything we rebuild, especially if he were to find out about it…"

A silence descends into the hallway, both koopas now lost in thought as they try to come up with a way to circumvent the brought up problem. But after a couple seconds Kamek's eyes widened, an idea popping into his head.

"Then we don't use this world! It'd be quite easy to use magic to travel to so many others…" A devious smile begins creeping onto his snout. "While my knowledge on other worlds is a bit lacking, there's one that intrigues me…" he stops talking to chuckle a bit at the thought entering his mind.

Bowser raises a brow, curious. "What are you planning?"

Kamek fully smiles. "Earth. There'd be quite an abundance of people there that I can easily influence with my magic. Humans have always been quite susceptible to magical influences after all. Physical… mental…"

Bowser's own eyes begin to widen in realization, followed by a sinister, toothy grin forming on his muzzle. "Yes, that sounds like the perfect plan!"

The king fully turns towards Kamek and points forward. "I hereby order you to head to Earth and enact this plan of yours! And don't think about coming back until we have a new army that rivals the strength of the older one!"

"Of course, my king…" Kamek bows before Bowser before fully unveiling his wand, a reddish-purple glow beginning to emanate from the gem encrusted atop it…

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Oranges and reds had set the sky ablaze as the sun's descent can be seen through the glass of the massive window that made up one of the office space's walls.

A stark silence is noticeable within this space. Despite the room's size, it's evident that there didn't initially appear to be any signs of life within it. Considering just how late the day was it could easily be presumed that anyone working here would have gone home for the day. However, the fragility of the silence gets easily broken…

"Crap, just how late is it?" a voice asks in a low mutter.

Within one of the cubicles of this office space was a singular person. This person was Bill, a young adult man with swept back, brown hair; wearing a simple light blue polo shirt and jeans; and focusing intensely on the Excel sheet open on his computer. Although it also would seem he was winding down whatever work was being done, the man typing slower as whatever documenting that was being done was coming to a close.

Bill had found himself working overtime for the night as he was given the brunt of documenting a good chunk of paperwork that was required to be completed soon for the insurance firm he worked at. Not necessarily a favorite job of his, but it would seem he was the only person in the immediate offices that had any expertise in Excel. If he were being honest though, such an assignment was more than tiresome for him.

A yawn escapes Bill's mouth as his hand reaches over to the computer's mouse in order to save the document. By the time his eyes refocus he couldn't help but glance at the computer's clock. 8PM…

He gets up from his chair and stretches, eyes catching a glimpse of the sunset outside. By now he also comes to the realization that he's legitimately the only person left in the office. "Great, everyone else must've gone home already."

He yawns again before putting on the darker cyan jacket that hung from the back of his chair. He gazes at some more physical paperwork that adorned his desk, mind contemplating if he should take that home or just leave it here for tomorrow. Unfortunately, his overachiever tendencies seem to win out here as he reaches towards the papers with both hands and levels them on the table before slipping them into his satchel that he kept beside his work computer.

"Going to work myself to death at this point, aren't I…?" he said with a slight smile. He jokes, but if anything he was just going to pass out once he got home.

With everything packed the young man extends a finger towards the computer's power button, fully ready to shut it off and leave for home. He doesn't seem to get the chance, however, as the computer (alongside seemingly everything else in the office) is turned off simultaneously in some kind of power outage. Bill's head proceeds to shoot up to look over the dividers of his cubicle, the man finding the room almost completely dark with the exception of what outside illumination penetrated the windows.

"What the…?"

His ears then catch onto the sound of electricity crackling at the far end of the room. His head slowly turns to the supposed source, and he begins moving his body out of his cubicle and towards where he's hearing the sound. It seemed like it was coming from the hallway that led to this office space. Bill steps out slowly from the lanes of the cubicles and towards the hallway entrance. The sounds of electric crackles only intensified the more he grew closer, a lingering feeling of eeriness now entered the man. Was there some kind of weird electrical problem going on? Is he going to have to call the builder's repair technician or something? …does the building have a repair technician? Eventually he reaches the threshold dividing the office space from the hallway, but he stops walking as his eyes widen in shock at what he finds in the hallway.

A small, sparking ball of purple and red light floats a few feet away from the threshold. Crackles and pops eerily emanate from it as it idles there, stationary.

"What the heck is-"

He doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence. The ball of light almost instantly starts rapidly expanding, and Bill is forced to shield his eyes as the mysterious object goes off like some sort of explosive flash bang. A massive BOOM! resonated throughout the area, force causing the man to tumble onto the ground while everything was momentarily engulfed in a purple luminescence. The blast of light then shrinks back into itself, imploding just as fast as it exploded.

Bill groans, starting to attempt to get up off the ground and blinking his eyes in a panicked haze as he tries to regain an understanding of his surroundings. The room was illuminated back to its previous state, an indicator that the power had been restored after that explosion. There wasn't any debris or anything though. He also could smell… smoke? Panic welling up again, he jumps back to his feet and turns around to find a massive cloud of smoke billowing from the threshold. Thankfully there was no fire, but there was a small and dim glow within the smoke, and accompanying that glow was a series of coughs followed by a voice.

"Agh, long distance travel is always so explosive-"

Bill steps back. "Wha- who's there??"

He doesn't get a response. All he gets is that dim glow stopping before slowly moving forward through the smoke, ominous and terrifying. The shadow of a figure then starts to make itself known, the shape looking to be extremely triangular. Bill continues moving back as the shadow steps closer, and closer, and closer…

The eeriness then comes to a screeching halt as the figure appears to trip over itself, flopping out of the fog face first to reveal a weird reptilian being in glasses and some kind of wizard's hat. The creature descends into a coughing fit shortly after, wheezing and gasping for air. "Too much smoke, too much smoke!!!"

Against better judgment Bill steps forward to get a better look at the creature. He's startled backwards again though as the creature snaps it's head from off the ground to seemingly glaring at his direction.

"I-I don't mean any harm!" Bill says, panicked. Of course he didn't, but did the creature share that intention?

The strange reptile tilts its head, then practically jumps back to its feet while dusting off its robe. This allowed Bill to realize just how small the being was in comparison to him.

"Bah, of course you don't mean any harm. All you humans are so soft and squishy…" the creature speaks in a nasally voice.

"'You humans'?" Bill repeated. "Are you some kind of alien or something??"

The reptile seemed to deadpan at that. "Alien… I'm Kamek, and you'll make sure to remember that."

The young man swallowed a forming lump in his throat. Perhaps exchanging pleasantries meant he could try and be friendly with this thing? "O-oh! I'm uh, Bill…?"

"Bill?" Kamek repeats almost judgmentally. "Cliché, but I can work with that…"

"Work with- just what are you doing here??"

Kamek's brows ascended a bit before descending, as if it were some kind of indicator of an eye roll behind his glasses. "I don't have the time for explanations," he then points his wand straight at Bill, "Now let's just get this over with, then I can be off to continue my job!"

Bill takes a second too long to comprehend what was going on while Kamek waves his wand, a reddish-purple light exuding from the spherical gemstone atop it. All the man could yell out was a panicked, "W-wait!" before a red beam of magic shot out from the wand and engulfed Bill's form.

A couple seconds passed before the magic dissipated around him and the beam slunk back into the object. Kamek now had a very noticeable look of satisfaction on his face, meanwhile Bill just felt… weird.

"A-agh, what was that…?"

He didn't get an answer though. All he did get was a budding feeling of something welling up inside him. Like his body was slowly beginning to get packed and overstuffed with something. In truth, that was just the magic starting to course its way throughout Bill's body…

The strange feeling he felt was one that overtook his entire body. The effects of the magic seemed to be one that surged through the entirety of his form all at the same time, an event that was signaled by strips of red light emanating off his form.

One of the first visible changes on his body was with the appearance of splotches of discoloration across his skin. Bits of darkness slowly began to form in his body and face, meanwhile there was a contrasting whiteness that was forming at the very tips of his fingers. The changes in tone would be followed by a more drastic type of physical shift after a few seconds passed, however.

The clean white continued to etch down Bill's fingers, the splotches continuing to travel their way downwards to reach his hands proper. At the same time there was also a series of changes in size that washed over his hands. With the change in coloration quickly overtaking all of his fingers, each one was prompted to thicken in size. Each passing moment caused the appendages to get chunkier, plumper in comparison to their previously thinner form. Alongside that was a weird change in biology, the mysterious white seemingly making the cells in his skin harden and shift into something that wasn't quite human. A certain smoothness slowly made its way across each appendage, fingernails getting glossed over and assimilated into the newly established texture as if these changes were attempting to wipe out any imperfections in his form.

His fingers weren't the only things changing though, as both of his hands were mirroring the transformation that was occurring. Palms stretched out in all directions as they were forced to grow in length and width. A sizable meatiness was in the process of packing onto them as well, muscles progressively thickening in size within that region to match the growing proportions of his fingers. All the while the increasing paleness of his skin only grew more prevalent, skin smoothing over more and more while the creases in his palms were washed away by the progressing wave of white.

Even more splotches of discoloration continued to form across his entire body, his arms easily getting dotted by the formulation of stark white while the muscles within them were in the process of getting stimulated to grow in size. A tightness was in the process of budding within the long sleeves of his jacket as a bulkiness was slowly being added into his arms. Within his forearms the muscles that composed of his flexors and extensors thickened, easily extending and expanding outwards with each passing moment. This was starting to cause a tremendous strength to surge within his newly developing muscles, power and heat cycling throughout them in some kind of magic-fueled current.

This would only continue to progress as this constant feeling of sheer power was built up within his form. While muscles formed in his lower arms, they had also been forming beyond his elbows and within his upper arms as well. His jacket sleeves continued to tighten, his biceps bulging outwards while his triceps grew in tandem alongside them. Creases already began forming within the deep cyan fabric as his newfound musculature developed more and more, growing out further to the point it began looking like he actively worked out. Seams tighten across his swelling limbs, small rips steadily forming across the boundary between sleeve and jacket due to his now increasingly developing deltoid muscles. The ends of his shoulders were in the process of steadily broadening in size, only growing out rounder and heavier with each passing second.

The rest of his shoulders had not been exempt from this intense transformation either as his overall form had concurrently been broadening as all these changes occurred. It wasn't long after the initial blast that Bill's polo shirt had started to strain against his form, the two buttons of the placket easily pinging off the shirt thanks to his thickening torso. This allowed the first few changes in his chest to be visible, a slight cleavage having formed in the middle of it while splotches of black and gray started to tint his skin.

Spots of gray were entering the young man's face too, a pressure steadily budding in the front of his skull as the tonal changes stretched across the lower area of his face. "Wh-what's going on?? Why does my… everything feel so tight!?"

Eyes darted around as he tried to make sense of the situation. A glance at his hands proved how large they have gotten, a smooth white shine having almost completely overtaken them. He slowly moved his focus up his arms, watching as his muscles grew out to fill his sleeves, them continuing to do so as the ridges that divided his continuously developing muscle mass etched themselves into the fabric of his jacket. The sight of such an occurrence caused so many thoughts to swim in Bill's head. What had Kamek done to him? Why?? And what was even going to become of him after this???

"Try not to worry too much," Kamek's voice resonates from in front of him in what he felt was an almost mocking tone. "You're going to be of quite some use to us!"

Bill could only blink in response to the words. "W-what does that even mean?"

All he gets is a smirk on the reptilian entity's face, the said entity just watching as their magic continues to do its work. Bill could feel a constant welling up of strength in his chest, his shirt continuing to be forced to stretch further over his torso while the muscles within it built up over time.

The cleavage he had developed in the middle of his chest continued to grow prominent while slowly indenting itself into his polo more. The tightness of his shirt had also been progressing steadily, getting even more prevalent with the swelling that was going on in his pectorals. Muscle mass steadily accumulated in the region as both pecs were in the process of growing out. A solid firmness had entered them both as they swelled forward, further pressing into his shirt as it all more easily outlined in the light blue fabric. Such a strong meatiness was just slipped into his pectorals with ease, although the two hard slabs of meat would soon start to get glossed over by the changes in his skin, smoothing out and gaining a practically metallic shine to them.

The same thing was happening to Bill's lower torso as well with another crease forming in his shirt. This time however it was because of his abdomen pressing forward. More development being put into it each passing second, hard abs bubbling and rippling forward in a gradual and almost sequential matter in how they rose from his once flat stomach. One set of two manifesting straight beneath his pecs, growing forward before another set formed and followed that example. Another couple seconds would pass before a third set repeated that event. All the while the muscles in his side slightly burned as his obliques were forced into a workout, his form somehow getting a little wider in the process. This had caused his polo to just strain more, the amount of pressure being put into it causing a few rips and tears to form in the fabric.

Another chorus of tearing pierces the air from behind him as the back of his shirt splits open, strong trapezius muscles bulging outwards and giving his upper back more definition. The neck of his shirt was also in the process of getting more strained as well, his own neck steadily thickening out into more of a trunk in its diameter. He could feel his throat tingle as the internal mechanisms reshaped themselves, his breathing growing deeper and heavier as time continued moving forward.

"S-so much… strength…" Bill speaks aloud, the last word ringing deeper than the others had. His muscles had only continued to bulge out and develop further, the sleeves of his jacket splitting open more to reveal the complete pale shine that had overtaken his beefy arms. There was a heat in his very core as his pectorals pushed forward and his abs developed even more, everything indenting into his polo and forcing a rip down the middle.

Bill still felt confused however. All of this was well beyond the young man's comprehension. Something wants him and wants to transform him into some jacked up creature! With all this muscle it felt like he was going to be put in some kind of body guard position. And what was this diminutive lizard going to do to him once he was fully transformed? Did they have more weird magic up their sleeves to make this even weirder? Did… did they transform anyone else before h-

He wasn't given the chance to finish that thought as a sudden piercing shot through his brain. "U-urgh-" he stumbled backwards, sides of his pants ripping open a bit due to the sudden movement. A strange cloud was entering Bill's mind now, thoughts and ideas phasing in and out of existence as they got obscured by the sudden haze. All he could muster out was a single question of, "What's happening now?!" before he shut his eyes and grunted in pain again. All the while, Kamek stands in front of him and silently observes his distress.

Even more changes had still been happening within his body, his lower half inevitably not being unaffected by the magic. The leather of his belt continued to strain across his waist as his hips pushed out even further and wider. The button of his jeans evidently had trouble holding together his broadening form, and in general it seemed that his pants just couldn't hold in the swath of changes ensuing across and around his legs.

Smooth darkness continued bleeding forward in the skin around his lower half, and the intense growth in muscle was a continuous effort throughout Bill's very form. So much of the upper portion of his jeans filled out, the seat of them getting closer to splitting as his rear was bloating up more and more. Gluteus muscles developed further while a certain level of sculpting was placed into his ass, all of which worked to round it up to thick and smooth perfection. The frontal region of the area wasn't spared either as the smoothing ensuing from his skin changes reached his groin. The button and zipper of his pants were easily forced to snap open as a thick roundness was formulated within that region, shining metal overtaking all of his parts and meshing and melding into a single rounded, completely nullified bulge.

Meanwhile in his legs the musculature of them had been mirroring the changes occurring throughout his entire form. The very shape of his legs pushed into the denim of his pants as their structure was enhanced; hamstrings and quad muscles within his thighs bulking up as the region got wider with each passing second. Tears and splits within the material grew more and more prevalent as the sides opened up to reveal his constantly hardening skin, and this only got more visible with the area around his knees practically opening thanks to his earlier movement to show just how much his skin had changed.

Meanwhile at the crus of his legs, his calves bulged out as the constant looping of strength was pushed into them. Bulky, powerful muscles constantly swelling up in size due to the steadily progressing nature of the spell that Bill was hit with. Legs getting so much stronger in order to support his hefty, heavy body. Pants continued to get torn asunder against the sheer magnitude of size that was impounding in his maturing muscularity. It was only a matter of time before his body would grow too large for all of his clothing.

This was a truth that had been getting easily proven by the man's footwear. As the splotches of pure black steel washed over his feet, and his body was all in the process of transforming, his feet too had been growing this entire time. Lengthening out longer, stretching out wider. Thickening in sheer size and girth. The sides of his feet pressed up against his shoes, and his heels dug into theirs. The material of his footwear had easily started ripping apart at this point, cracks and splits forming as the upper portion tried desperately to free itself from his soles. The bridge of his feet constantly pushed up against each loafer's tongue, furthering this building pressure more as his feet continued getting larger with his proportions.

Perhaps the most drastic change came with his toes though. As everything had been in the process of growing, his toes had also been pushing forward more to the point that the cap of his shoes bulged and rounded thanks to his bulking toes. But the more they got pressed into the cap, the more they seemed to squish into his feet, melding into the hardening skin as a perfect smoothness overtook it all. The rounded bulges in his cap continuously shrunk away as his toes pushed and merged into the balls of his feet. It wouldn't take very long before they had completely disappeared, leaving his feet as two massive metallic slabs. The front of them would still burst through the cap of his shoes however, as the rest of them obliterated his loafers in one large burst thanks to the footwear's inability to contain them.

It was by this point that his muscle growth had reached a substantial size. A certain apex had been reached with Bill's clothing, all of it seemingly coming to some kind of mutual conclusion that it would be unable to hold his absolutely hulking size.

A single tink entered the air as Bill's belt snapped apart and blasted off his waist. Then, in a single instant, almost all of the rest of his clothing came apart in one massive fusillade.

Dark blue fabric blew off from his beefy arms, shards of the sleeves of his jacket being shirked off the mostly white-colored limbs with ease. The remainder of his jacket had easily come undone as well, bits and pieces sloughing off Bill's back as his expansive form rendered the article of clothing into nothing but scraps. His polo shirt experienced the exact same fate with pieces of it becoming nothing but refuse against his large, beefy chest and back muscles. The shirt seemed to have one of the more explosive tearings as well with all of its remains being sent into the air and drifting downwards to the floor. His pants did undergo a similar experience though, the size of his legs causing them to bust apart in one fell swoop with bits and pieces of denim also floating in the air alongside the remnants of his polo. Any aspects of his former clothing that remained were tattered rings of his jacket and shirt that still clung to his shoulders, and a portion of his pants that remained wrapped around his hip region.

All of this gave way to fully revealing just how much of his body had changed. While his size was still growing, Bill had been absolutely filled with muscle to the point that his formerly skinny and twinkish form was subsumed by the build of a hulking bodybuilder. The constant changes in tone within his skin has caused his hands and arms to take on a predominately white shade by this point, meanwhile the rest of his body was still garnering the deep black coloration. Bits of his body shine in the office room's light as this development constantly grants him a more metallic form, increasing the visible strength of him by quite a lot. The surface area of his integumentary system would only end up getting more consumed by this, the wave of black and white metal continuing to overtake the remainder of his form.

A simple clunk resonates in the air as Bill places one of his large hands onto the side of his head. Pressure was still wracking his skull, and it felt like his face was just pushing out. Strands of dusty brown had also started to fall off his head as his hair began to disconnect from his scalp. But all he could really focus on was this pang of pain in his forehead. "Nngh, this headache. Hard to… think…" His jaw clenches, and after a few blinks a pair of hypnotic spirals enters the man's eyes.

There was a certain anger that began to practically boil within Bill's mind. So much so that the changes in his vocal cords allowed him to growl as he felt this feeling slowly intensify within him. Something about him knew how uncharacteristic this was, but there was just an overwhelming feeling of aggression burning it's way into his head. His usually calm personality was turning into nothing but steam as this rage welled up within him. He just wanted to fight! To just give something a good punch, get into a brawl and come out victorious!

"A-aahh, n-no, I…" he tries to resist. To go against these thoughts. And yet much like the strength he's been given physically, all of this was overwhelming him mentally as well. Something about not fighting was starting to leave a bad taste in his mouth. A voice in his mind practically yells at him that he should live to fight! To take out all his aggression and retool it into something of use!

After all, isn't that his purpose? To just charge up aggression and expel it at full force. Doesn't that just sound so alluring…?

"Nn…nnnngh-" his jaw remained clenched as these weird thoughts assaulted his brain. The shifts in his face only progressed as well, pressure building up and the frontal portion pushing out more and more. At first it had just looked like he had been granted a simple snout, nose pushing into it while his nostrils became simple holes at the snouts out. His jawline hardened, chiseling out more as the muzzle-like appearance of his face grew more prominent. But it wasn't long until the strange muzzle prompted another swatch of changes across his head.

His very skull structure was changed, reshaping and shifting into something that could only be described as inhuman. The upper section of his head pushed downwards as his muzzle overtook more and more of the front of his face. Within his mouth his teeth altered, every single one of them sharpening to a fine triangular point while becoming slightly flatter in shape. The hairs of his eyebrows trimmed and faded into nothing while the ridges grew more prominent, becoming thick and chunky while sticking out significantly above his eyes. All the splotches of black continued to make their purchase across his face; ears sinking into his skin until there was nothing left and his hair only shaving itself more. The once neatly swept back style had shrunk away with each follicle disconnecting and falling off his scalp. It wasn't long until all he'd be left with was a small tuft on his scalp, and even then that didn't last long as the transformation persisted so that it could soon leave him smooth and hairless.

Once the hair had receded from the back of his head, his balded crown pushed out more as it gained more of a defined shape. The roundness of it flattened as the structure shifted and changed to something more cylindrical. After some amount of time the cylinder found itself differentiated slightly from the rest of his head, the crown's shape giving way to what could only be described as how the primer of a bullet would look.

The bullet motifs didn't really stop there either. As his face shifted, the shape it took seemed more and more akin to that of a bullet's body. The rounded muzzle of his face was like that of the bullet's projectile, meanwhile the portion between that and his head's crown was the remainder of the cartridge. The best way to describe his new head shape was like that of a ten caliber bullet, albeit with a bit more of a rounded tip and much larger in size than a normal bullet.

A growl continued to exit his throat, his mind continuing to be ravaged through all these changes. That burning aggression from earlier was like a flame rushing through his brain. All that was once Bill just fell to dust or boiled into steam. Such a weak and useless job dealing with office work, there's nothing fun to destroy in an office! What's he supposed to do with numbers anyway? Useless little things, all he needs is his fingers to count off the number of rounds he could fire off!

"U-uuuurgh…" he continues to hold the sides of his bullet-shaped head in between his hands. Thoughts of violence and destruction were filling his head, each one causing the ends of his mouth to curl upwards in a smile. A small chuckle escaped his throat, only to intensify as all these desires continued to light his mind ablaze. "Ggggeheh… heheheh…!!"

A level of pure unhingedness was overtaking him. All those thoughts of late nights and work getting thrown to the ashes. Memories of number crunching, accounting, math; such things were useless to a man such as him! Years of learning were getting sundered, his brain constantly dulling with time. He obviously wasn't the brain of any operation, just one of many brawns. His muscles ached at such a thought. Brawn, power, strength, that's what truly mattered!

Of course with all of that he'd still need at least a speck of knowledge, in this case that being working with artillery. It wasn't anything complicated though, all he knew how to do was adjust a barrel and fire whatever weapon he's been charged with utilizing. Even then he'd much prefer a physical fight. But either way he'd always be the best at doing either job!

Any aspect of his old personality was quickly overtaken by a new one. The aggression was one thing, but his soft and kind personality was all replaced with pure cockiness and arrogance. A drastic contrast to his own self, but then again he'd find such a personality weak anyway. There's no room in his brain to be soft, only strong and powerful to go toe-to-toe with someone! If anything he felt like he'd always be moments away from his gunpowder setting off and rocketing him into a tussle!

But of course, all of this strength isn't for himself. The only thing that would truly remain of the original Bill was the overachiever aspect of his personality, but here that gets shifted and changed into loyalty. He wants to devote his strength to his lord. The king that forged him, the king that commands him to fight, the one that gives him a sense of purpose. The name Bowser is what comes to mind, and thinking about him gives the newly changed man an intense feeling of allegiance. His loyalty is to Bowser, always and forever, and nothing can be done to strip that. He wants to do everything in his power to make his king, his lord proud.

"AHAHAHA!!!" The transformed creature let out a loud, deep laugh that had a gravelly tone to it. Any fear and confusion he was feeling was gone, replaced with a certain overpowering drive to fight for his king. Anything that was once Bill has been gone. All of him had been overtaken, forgotten, substituted for a single new being.

A Bullet Bill, that was what he was. A singular piece of ammo in the barrel that was Bowser's offensive army. Being one of many didn't matter to him though, his only purpose was to use his strength to serve and protect his king. Such a thought makes him smirk, the newly forged Bullet Bill giving one of his beefy muscular arms a good strong flex and watches whatever weird cloth that surrounded its shoulder rip off and fall to the ground.

After spending a good few seconds admiring his muscles, he lowers his arm and smiles. "Ready to serve, my…" he trails off as he notices where he was. "...king? Eh? Where the heck am I?"

He then looked down at his body. Why was he wearing torn up shorts? He has no use for those! He grabs onto the tattered denim pants and tears them off with ease, taking note of the other strip of cloth on his left arm and instantly going to pull it off as well. It left his perfectly sculpted, chiseled, metallic form visible. Smooth, yet rigid with muscle. He had the right components to punch through a wall, or survive sudden impact towards the top of his head. Looking at his muscles just made him want to admire his strength again…

"...ehem," a voice clears its throat from in front of him. The Bullet Bill's thoughts are broken from that, looking around at his height for a few seconds too long before realizing he could just look down again to find the source. Said source was proven to be a familiar-looking, blue-robed, and bespectacled magikoopa. One that he instantly had clocked as his superior.

"General Kamek! I didn't see you there, considering you're so short and all! Heheh…" In comparison to the Bullet Bill, Kamek was indeed extremely short. "So General, mind telling me where we are?"

Kamek just deadpanned, his focus hanging on the jab at his height. "...I'm not in the mood for this," the magikoopa holds up his wand, a reddish-purple glow activating in the gem, then twirls it before turning around to fire a beam into the hallway he fell into. The beam stopped in midair, formed a small sphere of light, then instantly grew into a large portal that was slightly taller than the Bullet. Within the portal one could see that it led to the gray brick halls of Bowser's Castle.

The Bullet Bill just eyes at the portal, seemingly awaiting orders. At least they have that going for them, Kamek thought to himself. "And don't worry about where this is. As your commander I request you head into that portal and find your way to the armory, then await for instructions from Lord Bowser."

A toothy grin formed on the Bullet Bill's face, the creature nodding a single time in confirming. "Yes, sir!" Then, without even thinking twice, he jogs his way towards the portal as a mental map of Bowser's Castle forms in his mind. One of the only things he would ever deem remembering, it would seem. His heavy steps stomp past Kamek and straight into the portal, the newly forged Bullet Bill now properly enlisting in Bowser's steadily growing army.

This also left Kamek alone in the office space. Holding up his wand again he waves it, the portal shutting itself in response. It leaves a small purple and red light orb, but it snuffs itself out a few seconds after the portal closes.

The magikoopa then sighs, mentally checking off another box on the ever vast list of recruits he needs to make. He admittedly didn't anticipate just about how much work was going into transforming random folks into suitable minions for Bowser. Repeated magic like this was always rather exhausting to perform for a little guy like him. And he's definitely going to have to push himself to his limits if he's going to fulfill this request per the king's desires, especially within the next couple days!

"Ah, so much work…" he begins walking forward, his small feet practically silent on the ground of the office space. The only sound that was heard was the wood of his wand clunking to the ground every so often as he uses it as a cane. All Kamek thinks about is how he plans to attain more victims to transform into loyal soldiers. Perhaps if he were lucky he might someone so other people in this building and-

Ding!

The noise echoed through the empty office area, followed by the sound of doors sliding open. A couple footsteps are heard followed by a male-sounding voice speaking. "Did somebody leave the lights on here…?"

Kamek remained unseen for the time being, but the smile forming on that face proved that wouldn't be the case for very long. Ideas and thoughts flowed through his mind as he began to make his way to the source of the sound. Another person to transform! Yet another soldier for Bowser's Army! Although perhaps he should go with a common Koopa Troopa this time around.

Only a few minutes later a bright flash of red light illuminates that very floor of the office building before dimming back to its previous dimly lit appearance. This would be one of many for this night as the plans to propagate Bowser's Army continue onward. Soon it will be brought to full strength…

…or perhaps it will be at an even fuller strength than it ever was before.

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