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My birthday's coming up so I decided to write a TF involving me to celebrate. After this I might do a reversion, then we're back into the Deltarune bombardment.
~~~Ollie yawned as she stepped downstairs into the store she ran. It was never officially named, but she called it The Shameful Store as it was the first thing she came up with.
It had been quite a while since she’d become the store’s proprietor, and things had gone pretty smoothly ever since. Granted, there was one change that took a lot of getting used to.
After Ollie took over the store, the entire world seemed to have changed around it. The store went from being in a dusty strip mall in the asscrack of suburban Mississippi to being located in its own, dedicated, two-story building on the outskirts of an entirely different city in an entirely different state.
Ollie was of course very confused by this, and when she brought her concerns to her superior, an…unknown being by the name of Elaine, she responded with:
“Oh yes, it’s been so long since I’ve had a business partner that I forgot this happened. The store can shift locations depending on the will and/or mind of the being that’s in charge of it.”
But the location was far from the weirdest thing to change…as now the world seemed to be populated entirely by other anthros!
Of course, this was extremely jarring to Ollie, who’d spent her life up to that point living in a human-populated world…but the change in scenery eliminated her main fear of going outside since she’d assumed her own anthropomorphic form once taking over the store.
Ollie yawned again as she finished counting the store’s money. Ollie didn’t know why the hell she was down here so early considering the store didn’t open until Noon…but oh well, here she was. At 7:30 in the fucking morning, having gotten straight to work without even bothering to eat breakfast.
The groggy owl shoved the till of the cash register back into its place and then went back into the back office and grabbed a brown box from under the desk. In the box, Ollie kept items that had been sold, returned, or just didn’t have any place anywhere. Ollie periodically pulled items out of it to place on the shelves when they looked too bare for her liking.
Today, the box only held one item: A small compact disk labelled ‘TM39: Outrage”.
“Hgnh, it’ll go in the Pokemon aisle…” Ollie mumbled, taking the disk in her bare feather-fingers. A few moments later, the disk was sitting flatly on the a shelf, Ollie having forgotten to even put a price tag on it.
Unfortunately for Ollie, she’d forgotten something else as well. Something very important. She’d forgotten to wear gloves when handling the disk. One could never know what item would transform oneself upon contact and what item would require more fiddling…so it was best to wear some sort of protection when one handled such things. In her sleepy stupor, the foolish bird had forgotten Rule #1 of being a Transformation Enthusiast.
And the effects would make themselves known immediately. Ollie’s feather-fingers started to twitch uncontrollably as the data contained in the TM transferred into her.
“Urgh…oh…oh shit.” Ollie murmured, her eyes widening as she realized what she’d done. She briefly brought her hand to her chest, realizing that she’d ALSO forgotten to put on her protective necklace this morning, so she was extra-fucked.
The data of the move continued flowing through Ollie’s body…encountering a big problem: Ollie was not a Pokémon, and therefore couldn’t learn the move.
But the data had a failsafe for situations just like this, and Ollie was about to experience it in full force.
Her body seized in pain, her talons clenched, scratching the wooden floor. Painful tingles ran throughout the owl’s body, getting more powerful by the second.
“N-No-! AUGH! I can’t-! Ugh, how could I be so stupid-?!” Ollie cursed herself as she looked to her wingtips, which were beginning to widen while her feather-fingers started to thicken, becoming more and more defined like actual fingers.
“M-My wings-! No! NO!” She cried out, watching as the feathers on her wings started to fall out one-by-one, including two of her feather-fingers. The remaining ones started to harden ad sharpen, looking more like deadly claws instead of feathers.
“Sh-shit! SHIT!” Ollie panicked, backing up into the wall. The stinging pain in her body didn’t die down at all…in fact it seemed to just be getting worse. More and more feathers were liberating themselves from Ollie’s arms, revealing that her skin had now become covered in rough, dry, orange scales.
Ollie’s talons clenched again as they suddenly started to hurt more than the rest of her body. Ollie grunts and cries of pain only got louder as her back-claws on each talon started to slowly and painfully shrink. Ollie tried her absolute hardest to resist, focusing as hard as she could on her true form…but it was no use, and her talons receded into her heels. She didn’t lose her digitigrade stance, though.
And speaking of digits…her front-facing claws started to grow, as well as a brand-new claw beginning to grow in on each foot. The claws quickly lost their delicate, avian nature, trading it in for reptilian brutishness. Overall, the claws looked exactly like the ones that were on Ollie’s hands.
But that wouldn’t be all. The down feathers on Ollie’s talons rapidly shed away until all that was left were her grey scales. As one could predict, they didn’t stay that way long. Their color shifted to a bright orange, and their overall structure reshaped to be more reptilian…more draconic. And once that was done, they began to grow even more. Ollie barely had any time to react as she watched her new, draconic claws shred through her spats.
“Oh my God…Oh my God…” Ollie panted. “Fuck! Damn it! This is what I get for starting work this early-!” By now, Ollie’s panic had begun to dissipate, being replaced by anger at herself, and her transformation. Part of it was natural, but a larger part of it was influenced by the move she was unwittingly learning. Her tail feathers were flicking and twitching in anger.
And speaking of…in a few seconds, four of her tail feathers disconnected and the remaining one started to change dramatically. It swelled into a cylindrical shape as muscle, bone, and skin formed over it, followed by it being coated in the same scales as her arms and feet. No longer did Ollie have tail feathers, now she merely had one long, draconic tail.
“Grrrgh! Graaagh!” Ollie growled, her claws slowly and feverishly moving towards her vest and shirt, grabbing it and preparing to shred it apart. “Hnngh-! Wh-What am I- doing-?!” She stopped herself at the last moment, determined to keep any and all traits she could.
But alas, whether she liked it or not, her clothing wasn’t long for this world. In the next moment, a massive spasm went through her body, (almost knocking her over) and she began to grow. And as she did so, she could feel more of her feathers falling off, both on her body and her legs. They began to bunch in uncomfortably, as by now Ollie had grown so much that the slack in her clothes was all but gone, which didn’t allow her feathers to fall out.
Ollie began to move once again, each step tentative and gentle as to prevent her clothes from ripping.
“Urghhh…gotta…get to…the roof…” She growled. If Ollie was turning into what she figured she was…she needed to be in an open area where she couldn’t break anything. She was forced to stop halfway up the stairs though by another, extremely uncomfortable change...
Ollie felt a heavy feeling in her chest, and with quivering eyes she looked down…watching as her breasts shrunk and her chest began to widen.
“Grgh-! Oh God-! No-!” Ollie whimpered. “Nononono!” Ollie’s chest would be completely flat before long, and the rest of her body would begin to shed its womanly proportions. Her arms and legs widened and packed on muscle, her hips grew, and her height began to increase.
“D-Don’t wanna…! Be a…GRRR…! Be a man…!” Ollie roared as she stepped up onto the roof finally. But as much as she protested, it would do little. And Ollie’s womanhood would be obliterated.
Frrrrip! The integrity of Ollie’s clothes would finally begin to falter as his calves split apart the fabric of his pants, and his vest and shirt exploded open, sending buttons and feathers scattering all over. The feathers floated dejectedly down, some of them landing across Ollie’s feet, where they were subsequently kicked away. The buttons meanwhile were flung in every direction, multiple Tink!s rang out across the rooftop.
Ollie looked down at his belly, ignoring the sounds of his arms shredded his sleeves apart. All of his feathers were gone, all except for the ones on his head. In their place were larger, more segmented scales that had a cream color in comparison to the bright orange that coated the rest of his body. They were smoother than the rest of his scales, but no less hard.
“Graagh…m..my clothes…” Ollie huffed, wrapping her massive, scaly arms around his midsection, holding his shirt in a desperate attempt to salvage it…and while he was doing that, his head started to itch…Ollie’s last physical trait was about to vanish.
Pushing out two of her feathers, two long, stringy antennae sprouted out of her head. They wiggled around aimlessly for a moment as the nerves settled in, and a small, blunt spike formed at the top of her head. Following that, the last few feathers on Ollie’s head rapidly fell out in clumps, leaving behind scales.
Next, Ollie began to lose feeling in his beak as the rest of his face started to stretch out. Cracks appeared in his beak, and splinters of keratin fell away. It wouldn’t be long before his beak was completely shattered in favor of a rounded snout. His eyes lost their bright-red coloration, turning a pale white, while his pupils turned a light-brown.
“O-Owl…I’m an…Owl…GRRRRRGH!” Ollie growled, fighting against the draconic instinct that was rapidly overtaking him. In the next moment, the back of his shirt ripped over his massive back, and the scraps simply fell right off, leaving him in just his pants.
They wouldn’t last much longer though. His waistline began to rapidly widen, as did his hips. His waistband snapped and ripped as the fabric of his pants ripped and peeled away from the top-downward. After a mere few seconds, the last bit of fabric would snap off of Ollie’s massive legs, leaving him naked.
Devoid of clothing, devoid of avian features, devoid of even his true gender, Ollie was absolutely unrecognizable. And as two new, leathery wings started to sprout out of his shoulderblades…his mind would soon become unrecognizable as well.
“Owl…g…girl…n…not…d…dragon…ite…” Ollie fought and strained, racking his brain to try and hold onto his memories…but it was no use. Memories of his past, true self spilled out between his eyes just as his feathers fell out of his body a few moments ago.
“O-Owl….g…grrr…grrrl…” No, he never was an owl….and he never was a girl, either, was he? How it felt to be covered in soft, fluffy feathers…the feeling of walking on precise, delicate talons…the knowledge of how to use a beak, it all left Ollie. Even that name, Ollie. It felt so alien now. He was a Pokémon, a wild one at that. And wild Pokémon didn’t have names!
“Grrrr! GRRRR! DRRRRAAGONITE!!” The dragonite leaned back and let out a triumphant roar. The wind picked up, blowing the shredded tatters of clothing and feathers off the roof. Ollie’s identity gone with the wind.
And now…the new Dragonite had a feeling…he had evolved, he learned a new move, and he wanted- no, NEEDED to use it.
Dragonite took to the skies, flying through the city with startling speed. He attracted many worried eyes and cries of fear and awe as he flew. And eventually, after a while of searching…Dragonite found a nice, tall building. One that looked like it would make a very satisfying sound upon it coming down.
But before Dragonite could the move he had learned, he suddenly felt something like a bug bite in his neck. He turned his neck to see a dart lodged in his neck…and soon felt overwhelmingly sleepy…
Dragonite briefly tried to fight it, but his eyes soon shut, and he began to fall to the ground…but was magically stopped right before he could crash into the roof of a building.
“Come now, Ollie…” An upper-class, feminine voice spoke from underneath the sleeping dragon. “I taught you better.”
Elaine -the former proprietor of The Shameful Store- walked up, slowly lowering the dragon to the ground.
Elaine sighed. “Oh well…come along now, let’s get you changed back.” She said before turning to a few stunned onlookers. “Run along, now. You wouldn’t want to be in the area when the dragon wakes up.” Elaine teased.
The onlookers promptly ran away afterwards, and Elaine magically lifted Dragonite away…
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