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Changing tides – changing hides
Matt and Tom were walking along the shore, talking about nothing particular. It was just them, the salty ocean wind the sounds of seagulls and the waves rushing towards the shore near them.
They had met recently over an online forum over their shared interest of fantasy creatures and the likes. After some time of chatting the discovered that they shared more than just this specific subject. Tom was very open about a specific kink of his and that was the act of transformation.
Matt was quite surprised at this and started carefully asking more questions, trying to do so without looking suspicious. He himself had experienced quite a number of transformations so far, mostly alone, but also sometimes with a friend or two. Some of them with dragon-souls, some of them not.
But Tom here seemed so fascinated with it, Matt was wondering now if not maybe a hidden dragon soul was trying to show itself from within his mind. So after some time and days of chatting back and forth, he suggested that they should meet.
To Matt's disappointment he already noticed during the first few minutes after meeting him that he was not harboring a dragon-soul. He was 'just' an average human with a very focused interest in art of transforming into various creatures, real ones and fantasy alike. Anthro and quadrupedal. Nothing was safe from his mind and ideas of what he and friends of his could transform into.
They had been chatting a bit at his place, then Tom would show him his collection of transformative art, before they would head out. It was already early evening, not dark or hot any longer, but nobody was around this part of the shore now at this time of day.
Matt was wondering now what to do. He of course was carrying his magic pendant with him, that had revealed his dragon self to him, as well as enabling him to transform himself and others around him into various other creatures. But humans like Tom would slowly turn back after a while, even without Matt changing them back actively. But he guessed since Tom was such a transformation enthusiast, it would be cruel not to show him what his pendant could do.
He was just waiting for the right moment. They were already alone. But he also didn't want to act too hasty. Like for example, Matt had no idea so far what he should transform Tom even into.
But chance would take that decision out of Matt's hand. Because as they were having a nice walk along an empty beach, Matt casually wanted to show Tom his pendant, but not transform him yet.
But as the wind on the beach was colder than he expected (after all he was just wearing a tanktop, expecting the day to be much warmer) , the metal pendant slipped from his semi-frozen fingers and into the wet sand. Just second later the already rising tide swept a small wave of salt-water over the pendant.
Tom noticed the metal trinket that had slipped from Matt's hand, intrigued by its sudden glowing blue gem. Matt grabbed it and quickly tried to dry it off, knowing that the glow of the gem indicated that it would likely start a transformation on its own. The red-haired young man still had not figured out why sometimes the pendant would start a change on its own. Not knowing what they would TF into if he would let the pendant decide, he tried to prevent it, but to no avail.
Tom said nothing as the gem just started glowing stronger and stronger, emitting a soft glowing white mist of magical energies. Before Matt had any time to explain what was going on, they both felt a strong jolt pushing into their bodies, like electrical energies surging into their bodies, but without pain. Just raw power filling them out.
Matt and Tom could quickly see the changes forming first at their fingertips and then in their faces, both of them awestruck at the sudden change of events. While Matt looked his already changing frame with concern and worry, his friend was amazed at the sudden change of events. He didn't ask any questions what was suddenly happening, nor was he freaking out.
Quite the opposite. Quickly enough his fingers started to change their colour to a darker and darker tan until they were black as charcoal, while the texture had changed to that of rubber. The gabs between his fingers was soon filled with a similarly coloured webbing, and Matt was not too far behind.
Their muscles twitched as the change progressed. Matt was a bit fascinated again and again how each transformation was totally unique where it started. Today it seemed that the two men were starting from their toe-tips, fingertips and nose-tips, a very peculiar combination.
But a very uncomfortable one as well as both Matt and Tom found out fairly quickly when they noticed that their shoes have gotten pretty tightly pretty quickly. Both of them hopped from one foot to the other, while their bodies kept on twitching and growing in size and mass, as their toes were pushed forward against the front of their shoes.
Unable to properly grab their shoelaces to free their ever growing feet from their leather prisons, the only thing they could do now and wait for the inevitable 'Shrk!' sound as their shoe-fronts were shredded, the remains of their shoes still clinging fairly tightly, but luckily not painfully, to their still growing feet.
Their faces meanwhile had also started to expand. Blubber started to grow beneath their skin while their hair started to recede into their hide, that grew more and more rubbery by the second, as well as changing its colour. Tom was turning into a 'normal' anthro version of an orca, so it seemed. Matt was turning aparently into an orca too, yet his colouration was that of his dragon-self, with his body showing off his various shades of blue.
As their faces pushed out, they both groaned a bit as their nostrils started to pull upwards, while their jaws expanded. It was truly a weird feeling, as their noses merged with their protruding jaws, while at the same time their nostrils kept on moving upwards until they were on top of a forming melon on their cetacean beaks, forming their blowholes.
And their changes only kept accelerating. More and more mass of various kinds were added to their bodies in the form of stronger bones, even stronger muscles and lots and lots of insulating blubber under their rubbery skin. Matt was actually quite happy for that blubber forming, the more grew beneath his skin, the less he felt the chilly winds engulfing his body.
When their changes moved down their arms, the sleeves of their shirts and jackets found their breaking point fairly quickly. Yet then in a nearly lightning fast explosion of mass, Matt and Tom let out a bellowing sound of pain and struggle when their tailbones expanded rapidly, pressing strongly against the rear of their trousers. Matt was surprised it was possible that it went that fast. Even turning into a dragon rarely was so swift.
But this swiftness proofed too much for both their trousers, which gave in fairly soon, the cold evening air filled with the sounds or ripping seams and fabric, exposing their quickly forming flukes. With every heartbeat they gained several inches at ones, as if somebody was actively pulling the long and strong appendages from their rears. Their stances shifted also slightly as the thickening fluke widened their hips some more.
Matt's pained groan was quickly replaced with a happy rumbling sound as he felt his fluke's lower half rubbing over the wet sand, while Tom started to flex his still growing arms, showing off and admiring his new muscles, a veeeeery big grin showing on his still growing beak.
Their teeth warped and changed to conical daggers inside their lengthening faces, rubbed and examined by their equally swelling tongues, their blowholes sucking in the air heavily. That was really a weird feeling, to suck in air through a hole where their forehead would have been.
But overall the changes were really enjoyable. Maybe it was the closeness to the sea, the salty sea-air, or just the fact that they changed together into a pair of big beefy orca anthros. It did not really matter in that moment to them. Soon enough Matt was flexing his arms too, not wanting to be outdone by his friend.
Then again a brief moment of discomfort ran through their bodies as their changes started to come to an end, this time on their backs. Yet their already strained shorts and Tom's jacket barely showed any resistance as their dorsal fins grew in.
What did Matt surprise though where the two tatoo like patterns that started to form shoulders and upper arms. On Matt's left shoulder and arm an intricate and very complex looking pattern started to show, the gold colour standing out quite strongly against his blue rubber-hide. Tom on the other hand grew a similar looking tatoo of blood-rood colour, that stood out even more against his black skin.
Their changes kept progressing and soon enough had engulfed their entire bodies, not a shred of hair had been left, every single one had receded into their skin, leaving them as bare as a real orca.
Then both felt another tingle rushing through their bodies as their insides finished changing as well. Muscle fibres were getting denser, their blood changed slightly to hold O2 for longer, enabling them to hold their breath for up to fifteen minutes (they were still just small anthro orcas, so holding their breath for hours was out of the question) , as well as the muscle-memories in all their limbs set in, giving them both the immediate ability to move their larger frames, and especially their new flukes with ease.
Their bodies twitched a few more times, as their new muscles cramped a few more times, before fully relaxing. The pendant, which has been dangling in mid-air in between the two changing men the whole time, fell into the wet send with a dull noise, its glow slowly diminishing until it went fully dark. Now it looked like a simple shiny pendant again, devoid of any magic.
The blue anthro orca knelt down and took his trinket again, placing it around his neck, before he gave Tom an examining gaze.
His friend was now truly a fine specimen of an anthro orca, bulging with muscles and strength all over his body. His jacket was barely existent anymore, just a small fragment was still clinging to his upper torso and shoulders, while the T-shirt below was ripped by its rims and seams, showing off his well built pectorals and abs.
To Matt's surprise they have not outgrown their clothes entirely, even though they were straining heavily right now. Their clothes and shoes were torn in some parts, yet remained somewhat intact in others, giving them both a sort of rag-tag look.
Tom grinned at Matt, as he placed the pendant around his neck. It was easy to draw the conclusion what caused their changes, yet he did not ask any questions what just happened, only how long it would last.
Matt answered that Tom's change, unless he would stop it, would revert after maybe five or six hours, so they would still have plenty of time.
Their exposed toes were suddenly engulfed in the now not so cold anymore water, as another wave washed to the shore, the tide still slowly rising.
Tom gave his friend a smirk and nodded his beak towards the open sea. Matt just grinned back, somewhat eager as well to try out his new form. He already had tried out quite a number of species with his magic pendant, yet being a cetacean was new to him as well.
"Don't need that scuba-gear anymore now, bud." Matt remarked as they stepped into the water, not bothering with taking off their shredded clothes. Their flukes would provide most of their swimming strength anyway, so taking off what remained of their shoes was not really an issue.
Though Matt really made a mind-note to himself to work harder on himself to control his pendant better, especially its ability to warp one's clothing during a change. Having so many outfits shredded one after the other was really hurting his wallet after a while. And unlike the movie and book cliche of a dragon, he was not sitting on a mountain of gold to afford it.
Oh well, maybe he and Tom could make use of their current forms to find some sunken valueables to make up for the clothes they just shredded.
This piece of art has been created by the ever amazing
Justinfox , showing how me and 
Drivergamer127 experience a nice time at the beach...and in the waters too, it seems.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Whale
Size 5000 x 1000px
File Size 2.23 MB
Awww a cute story. I love the friendly bond, and just how it grew to an even more amazing experience between you two. Lots of great stuff all around on this one, I don't know where to begin to elaborate. All around a solid nice TF story. What a fun ride to read it too!
Thanks a lot. I admit it took me longer than I wished to finish that story finally. But I am happy I finally did, my gallery really needs more clean TF sequences too, just like a sort of...little story of life, stuff that just happens. Happy I was able to get that with my friend. ^^
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