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Ah, stickers. They were childish...But uh, they were admittedly sometimes cool. They stuck on like glue-actually, no, better than glue. Glue was just not good sometimes. Well, anyways. Those little sticker things at like...bowling alleys and such, the ones that are like 25-50¢. They always have a varied selection, it's kinda cool, admittedly. And, well today they had a couple of selections today. The Legend of Zelda one was probably the best one-although it's really the only one he could take. The others were like...Minions. For Ethan, he was definitely taking that one. He was about 23, a decently white guy with not much strength, but he could still pick up things no problem. He had dark, shaggy hair that just slightly fell right over his face, a bit of stubble coating his chin, and a mustache of decent length just below his curved nose. His brown eyes were a nice contrast to the dark hair he had as well. He inserted the 50¢, turning the little knob. There were a couple of stickers he could get...not like he really cared. Tis was just a sticker and whatever he got, he got. He checked the slot where the stickers normally come out, and got his sticker-Triforce of Power. Cool. The bowling alley was kinda loud, and he did finish bowling, so, well, he was off now. He pocketed the sticker. The fact that they don't stick until you peel them off is pretty cool. He got to his car, getting inside and putting the key in the ignition. Starting up the car, pulling out...Good thing he didn't have stick shift to worry about. Well, he was on his way home…
Creaaaaak. The door to his house opened, with him entering and closing it behind him. Finally home. He went to his bedroom, sighing as he got himself into his normal living clothes. PJ's, of course. What else? He took the sticker out of his pocket, looking at it. It was nicely made, very realistic looking... Prolly the best made sticker he've seen in a while. He smiled to himself as he brought it with him, going to the living room to turn the TV on. Once he got himself settled, he looked at the sticker. He got it for 50¢, so it's prolly very cheaply made and will come off after a day. He carefully peeled the sticker off. This went on the fist-well, not normally, you could literally place it anywhere, the fist just felt more right. He carefully placed the sticker on the back of his hand. Right where it should properly be. He watched TV now, tuning out to just listen to the sounds coming from the TV. Zoned out and just listening, he didn't feel the quiet, small tingle that snuck up his spine. The sticker on his hand slowly pushed itself more and more onto his hand, to the point that it wasn't even a sticker anymore, and it was actually on his fist, completely on it and not longer able to be pulled off. It was part of him now-and that was only the start of the wild happenings were about to go on. If you saw his skin, you'd know he was decently white. As he was now though-you'd think he was getting sick, his skin slowly going from white, from a sickly light green, to an almost deathly dark green. But he didn't seem sick at all-nothing about himself said that he was sick at all. The color coated his body slowly, but surely even up to his face. The muscles and bones in his hands and fingers started expanding-growing with strength. They were also starting to get slightly older, a little more muscular, a little longer, definitely noticeable. His hands grew a little with muscle and age as well. His arms under his shirt were starting to bulk up, getting stronger, bigger, slightly older... It was pushing on his shirt, which was starting to feel really tight on the sleeves. Ethan felt it, but he shrugged it off, thinking he just grabbed a tight shirt or something. The muscles grew up over his arms and down on to his chest-his chest getting hairier, buffer, his gut shrinking a bit down, a 6-pack growing in from the strength, making the shirt even tighter. So tight and uncomfortable…
RIIIIIIIP
...that it ripped off. The sound of his shirt tearing over his buffed out, dark green body made Ethan's eyes bulge in shock. Did his shirt just...rip?! But it was always so well fitting! He looked down at himself, and froze.
Dark green skin. Muscles. Strength. He brought his hand to his chest to feel it, and then looked at his hand. It felt different. Looked different. It definitely was different. He turned over the fist he had the sticker on, as the changes escaped to his face, the minor stubble he had below his chin beginning to spread, slowly moving to cover his chin, jutting out a small beard, and the sides of his face in short hair. On his fist was still the sticker, but...No, it wasn't a sticker anymore. It was a full-on imprint of the Triforce of Power on his face. It didn't take much context to figure out what was happening, but the question was, why, how, and what would he do after this? The shaggy hair he had in front began to shrink back into his skull, while the back began to flare out a bit, growing down to about his neck, the back of his hair from the top down sticking out back. His ears began to grow in size as well, becoming what looked to be more elf like-pointy, sideways, and long. His hair had gone from the black coloration he's always had to a luscious, decently bright orange. From where the front of his hair had left, an emblem of sorts phased onto his head-a yellow circle with green strands protruding from it. There was an irritation in his eyes, forcing him to close them, and as he did, his eyebrows lost some thickness, becoming slightly angled upwards, the side near the nose slowly curling up, the other side going up until abruptly stopping, changing to go straight for just a second. His nose had angled itself as well-becoming slightly bigger, angled downwards, and overall better-looking. His eyes watering a bit, he finally opened them, and, unknown to him, the pupil of his eye gone, and in the place where his brown irises would be, was now a orange iris. His jawline cricked and cracked somewhat painfully, aligning to be more straight and less crooked. His teeth seemed cleaner, more pearly and shinier. The sides of his teeth grew small fangs, not used for anything, just there for aesthetic. He felt his face in pure shock. His face had a older feel to it as well, slight wrinkles which his hand had glided across, feeling every odd and out bit of it. It felt wild. His entire facial features was changed, made into the facial features of the Gerudo King, Ganondorf. It shocked him, his hand feeling every bit of his face and chest. He didn't have much time to prepare for the next part, as he could feel his legs bulking as well, gaining more length, thighs gaining more thickness, straining the pants, legs bulging with strength. It wasn't much longer until-
RIIIIIIIP
-the pants ripped too, leaving him in some tightie whities he had put on out of boredom. His rear had also became more toned, ever so slightly bigger, and, as per usual-older. He blushed-the green cheeks of his being tinted slightly with the red of his blush. The legs bulked up more, getting older, thicker. It felt like he could run a mile or two and not get tired with these new legs. He could feel his feet now-getting bigger, wiggling his toes as the same sensation of slight stretching, width increasing feel ran over his foot as it had ran over his hand. He felt his foot as it grew with his hands-it felt smooth, but also slightly wrinkled in places. He stood up slowly, looking over himself-personally, he thought he looked pretty great. The hair, the strength, the slightly older look that he held throughout-it was nice. It wasn't done yet though, as his clothes-the shreds of them-began to float around him. He paused, looking at them. They seemed to be...repairing? But they didn't look like his clothes. They were repairing, yes-but not into the PJs he had just before. As they came in touch with his body, the sleeves began to grow larger, larger, to the point where if he had his hands down even slightly, they would drag. The hole of the sleeves was a new bright orange, long, orange strands dangling from them, the sleeves themselves becoming a jet black, with brown symbols coating the upper half of the sleeves. It continued up to his neck, and he thought he would have just a black, big sleeved covering-if not for the fact that they curved around the back of his head, not connecting to the front. For his real shirt was a blood red that covered his body. A white band wrapped itself around his waist, and on the front, was a symbol-what looked like two winds, both red and green, on opposite sides of a circle, their respective sides colored in the color of the wind. His leggings became baggy, not split in half, but rather something like a male dress that went down to his feet and almost glided when he walked. Speaking of walking, a pair of what looked like orange sandals appeared on his feet, making slight taps as they touched the ground. He went to a nearby mirror to try and inspect himself. He looked...elegant. Like he was going to a ball of some kind. But, he knew he was someone who would never go to a ball. Ethan was Ganondorf now, no matter how surprising it was. He ran his hand over his clothes again, hand slipping under his shirt as well to feel his skin. It all felt so...right. So good. It was such a good feeli-
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
"Hey, Ethan! It's DnD time, open up!"
Fuck.
(To be continued?)
Howdy-do, folks. Elec here with my first story on this site because I do aim to be a writer here! It's an old story I'm still proud of, but this was originally a gift for a good friend of mine! Thank you for actually bothering to scroll through and read this story, and lemme know if you'd want more! I'd love to do more.
Creaaaaak. The door to his house opened, with him entering and closing it behind him. Finally home. He went to his bedroom, sighing as he got himself into his normal living clothes. PJ's, of course. What else? He took the sticker out of his pocket, looking at it. It was nicely made, very realistic looking... Prolly the best made sticker he've seen in a while. He smiled to himself as he brought it with him, going to the living room to turn the TV on. Once he got himself settled, he looked at the sticker. He got it for 50¢, so it's prolly very cheaply made and will come off after a day. He carefully peeled the sticker off. This went on the fist-well, not normally, you could literally place it anywhere, the fist just felt more right. He carefully placed the sticker on the back of his hand. Right where it should properly be. He watched TV now, tuning out to just listen to the sounds coming from the TV. Zoned out and just listening, he didn't feel the quiet, small tingle that snuck up his spine. The sticker on his hand slowly pushed itself more and more onto his hand, to the point that it wasn't even a sticker anymore, and it was actually on his fist, completely on it and not longer able to be pulled off. It was part of him now-and that was only the start of the wild happenings were about to go on. If you saw his skin, you'd know he was decently white. As he was now though-you'd think he was getting sick, his skin slowly going from white, from a sickly light green, to an almost deathly dark green. But he didn't seem sick at all-nothing about himself said that he was sick at all. The color coated his body slowly, but surely even up to his face. The muscles and bones in his hands and fingers started expanding-growing with strength. They were also starting to get slightly older, a little more muscular, a little longer, definitely noticeable. His hands grew a little with muscle and age as well. His arms under his shirt were starting to bulk up, getting stronger, bigger, slightly older... It was pushing on his shirt, which was starting to feel really tight on the sleeves. Ethan felt it, but he shrugged it off, thinking he just grabbed a tight shirt or something. The muscles grew up over his arms and down on to his chest-his chest getting hairier, buffer, his gut shrinking a bit down, a 6-pack growing in from the strength, making the shirt even tighter. So tight and uncomfortable…
RIIIIIIIP
...that it ripped off. The sound of his shirt tearing over his buffed out, dark green body made Ethan's eyes bulge in shock. Did his shirt just...rip?! But it was always so well fitting! He looked down at himself, and froze.
Dark green skin. Muscles. Strength. He brought his hand to his chest to feel it, and then looked at his hand. It felt different. Looked different. It definitely was different. He turned over the fist he had the sticker on, as the changes escaped to his face, the minor stubble he had below his chin beginning to spread, slowly moving to cover his chin, jutting out a small beard, and the sides of his face in short hair. On his fist was still the sticker, but...No, it wasn't a sticker anymore. It was a full-on imprint of the Triforce of Power on his face. It didn't take much context to figure out what was happening, but the question was, why, how, and what would he do after this? The shaggy hair he had in front began to shrink back into his skull, while the back began to flare out a bit, growing down to about his neck, the back of his hair from the top down sticking out back. His ears began to grow in size as well, becoming what looked to be more elf like-pointy, sideways, and long. His hair had gone from the black coloration he's always had to a luscious, decently bright orange. From where the front of his hair had left, an emblem of sorts phased onto his head-a yellow circle with green strands protruding from it. There was an irritation in his eyes, forcing him to close them, and as he did, his eyebrows lost some thickness, becoming slightly angled upwards, the side near the nose slowly curling up, the other side going up until abruptly stopping, changing to go straight for just a second. His nose had angled itself as well-becoming slightly bigger, angled downwards, and overall better-looking. His eyes watering a bit, he finally opened them, and, unknown to him, the pupil of his eye gone, and in the place where his brown irises would be, was now a orange iris. His jawline cricked and cracked somewhat painfully, aligning to be more straight and less crooked. His teeth seemed cleaner, more pearly and shinier. The sides of his teeth grew small fangs, not used for anything, just there for aesthetic. He felt his face in pure shock. His face had a older feel to it as well, slight wrinkles which his hand had glided across, feeling every odd and out bit of it. It felt wild. His entire facial features was changed, made into the facial features of the Gerudo King, Ganondorf. It shocked him, his hand feeling every bit of his face and chest. He didn't have much time to prepare for the next part, as he could feel his legs bulking as well, gaining more length, thighs gaining more thickness, straining the pants, legs bulging with strength. It wasn't much longer until-
RIIIIIIIP
-the pants ripped too, leaving him in some tightie whities he had put on out of boredom. His rear had also became more toned, ever so slightly bigger, and, as per usual-older. He blushed-the green cheeks of his being tinted slightly with the red of his blush. The legs bulked up more, getting older, thicker. It felt like he could run a mile or two and not get tired with these new legs. He could feel his feet now-getting bigger, wiggling his toes as the same sensation of slight stretching, width increasing feel ran over his foot as it had ran over his hand. He felt his foot as it grew with his hands-it felt smooth, but also slightly wrinkled in places. He stood up slowly, looking over himself-personally, he thought he looked pretty great. The hair, the strength, the slightly older look that he held throughout-it was nice. It wasn't done yet though, as his clothes-the shreds of them-began to float around him. He paused, looking at them. They seemed to be...repairing? But they didn't look like his clothes. They were repairing, yes-but not into the PJs he had just before. As they came in touch with his body, the sleeves began to grow larger, larger, to the point where if he had his hands down even slightly, they would drag. The hole of the sleeves was a new bright orange, long, orange strands dangling from them, the sleeves themselves becoming a jet black, with brown symbols coating the upper half of the sleeves. It continued up to his neck, and he thought he would have just a black, big sleeved covering-if not for the fact that they curved around the back of his head, not connecting to the front. For his real shirt was a blood red that covered his body. A white band wrapped itself around his waist, and on the front, was a symbol-what looked like two winds, both red and green, on opposite sides of a circle, their respective sides colored in the color of the wind. His leggings became baggy, not split in half, but rather something like a male dress that went down to his feet and almost glided when he walked. Speaking of walking, a pair of what looked like orange sandals appeared on his feet, making slight taps as they touched the ground. He went to a nearby mirror to try and inspect himself. He looked...elegant. Like he was going to a ball of some kind. But, he knew he was someone who would never go to a ball. Ethan was Ganondorf now, no matter how surprising it was. He ran his hand over his clothes again, hand slipping under his shirt as well to feel his skin. It all felt so...right. So good. It was such a good feeli-
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
"Hey, Ethan! It's DnD time, open up!"
Fuck.
(To be continued?)
Howdy-do, folks. Elec here with my first story on this site because I do aim to be a writer here! It's an old story I'm still proud of, but this was originally a gift for a good friend of mine! Thank you for actually bothering to scroll through and read this story, and lemme know if you'd want more! I'd love to do more.
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