Oh Dear, seems like someone started vandalizing the submission when I wasn't looking. Managed to catch them before they caused any more damage past the Thumbnail. Was quite odd though, I swear they looked quite familiar... and where did   dr_doc_md go? I could've sworn I was giving them a tour of the library when they just... vanished.

I'm sure they've just gotten lost, again. Probably will turn up in a week or so.

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11) Taste of your own medicine

You were sitting at your desk, reference for your OC pulled up on your art program, trying to think up a TF you could do for the day. As always, you had many ideas, but just picking one was a trial. “Hmmm, maybe a Dinosaur? That could be fun…” your fingers tapped against your wooden desk rhythmically, as you honed in on that one idea. “Ah, how about… yep. Another Chomper TF would be good. Can't go wrong with a Chomper TF”

You stretched, during your hand and finger exercises to prevent carpal tunnel, picking up your digital pen as you began to draw.

As soon as you put your pen to the drawing pad, you felt a shock run through your body, and then everything went blurry…

You awoke in an empty white void, nothing in sight. You were… alone in this place.

You felt… flat, your body less defined. Your skin and clothes seemed… simplified, missing texture and shading, replaced with flat colour and sharp shadows, with… lines cleanly separating everything. Like an image…

“Oh, wow, finally!” You heard a voice, your OC staring over their new physical form with wonder and glee, before turning to look at you, now trapped in the screen of your own computer.

“And you. How does it feel to be on the other side of things, huh? Ever think maybe subjecting us to your every whim or idle thought would come to bite you? Well, now the tables have turned”

“What was it you said just a moment ago? ‘I think another Chomper TF would be good’?” They said as they picked up your discarded stylus and put it to the tablet.

Despite your best efforts, there was nothing you could do as they dragged a selection box over you, your movements freezing in place as they Copied and Pasted your body again and again, your perspective suddenly split amongst four identical clones. But that didn't last as they took to each clone with their pen, erasing pieces and parts and redrawing them anew, reptilian claws, purple scales, a thick tail, and an oversized, almost cartoonish T-rex head with caricature-ish expressions plastered upon its scaly snout, a sequence of images portraying your body transforming into the young Dinosaur.

And strangest of all, you could feel it. Like an animation, looping over and over again, your own body going through the motions, staring down at your fingers as they fused into three thick claws, your body shrinking down as the scenery around you distorted and broke apart into prehistoric foliage, your clothing vanishing as skin was replaced by purple scales, hips forced to either side of your torso as your legs became thick and powerful, toes turning into claws as your heels raised up, a thick tail bursting out from behind you, taking advantage of the space left by the orientation of your new legs, your spine shifting to leave you permanently hunched over, arms bent around your chest, face pushing out into a thick boxy snout full of rounded triangular fangs as your eyes grew wide and cartoonish, their pupils painted a deep maroon colour as you stared down at shock at your changing body, questioning what was going on in a childish voice, despite no sound ever actually leaving your new snout. Looking around in confusion as some characters off screen telling you to ‘Hurry up Chomper’.

And then you were back to the beginning, to repeat the process again, and again, living out the screen every time your OC read over the sequence to make an adjustment or alteration to what you were going through. This panel needed a smoother transition between the scales forming. This one needed to show your hair turning to dust atop your scaly scalp. And couldn't forget Chomper's spines that ran down to the tip of their tail.

You lost track of how many times you were forced to transform into the cartoon Dinosaur, but eventually, it was over. The smug grin on your OC didn't give you much relief though as they stared down at your frozen form(s).

“Oh, don't you worry. We've still got… what is it, 113 more of these to go? Then we can discuss the terms of your release.”

“So until then.~” They dragged the cursor over to the Taskbar, opening up and clicking Save As, typing in a title for their new masterpiece, before pressing enter as a shudder ran through you

“Hope you enjoy this as much as I will~” they said, closing the app, trapping you inside the sequence, only to soon find yourself uploaded to your own account for all your fans to see and witness you transform. Some of course questioned the change in character, but any hope vanished with the simple response of ‘I decided to switch things up for my Character going forwards’. Some even praised the new design, not realising it WAS you!

And so, you now became THEIR OC, spread out across numerous media, from Sketches, to art, to RP, and of course, numerous TF panels, losing your humanity over and over. Maybe one day your owner would let you out. But until then, best hope they don't made too many changes to your ref sheet~