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Rey TF

(Human female to Female Cow : http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9597105/)

The light, the music, the sounds of the crowd; all combined to make her shifting in the club the best. Maia grinned at the assembled crowd, knowing that all eyes were on her, had been since she'd taken off her clothes, thrown them into the darkness of the crowd.

She threw her arms in the air, exposing all of her body, letting everything be on display. Her breasts wobbled in the motion, jiggling before settling against her chest...then continued to jiggle as the change began to spread through her. Her eyes lit up at the pleasurable feelings of the familiar shifting, and her lips turned up in a smile as the tingles spread from her breasts outwards.

They bubbled, rippled, as they pushed out from her chest. Her nipples hardened as they expanded, growing, bubbling outwards. She was too small, had to get bigger. Had to get larger.

The cheers of the crowd spurred her on, and as her breasts grew, she felt the other changes begin. A soft brown and gold fur spread along her body, sprouting from her skin like grass in a field, flowing out in strands, in patches, covering her with a new look. Splotches of brown amidst a golden yellow coat, the fur already working to trap the heat in close to her skin, making the lights shining down on her all the hotter. It burned, but in a good way, and she gasped as the pleasure spread further and further across her body.

Her hands were drawn to her ever expanding breasts, fondling, squeezing them. She gasped, moaning as she pulled her fingers down to her nipples, pinching, squeezing them. Every fondle seemed to make them grow, and she felt them get thicker, wider under her fingers. Her face turned red, slightly, a slight blush of embarrassment of how much she enjoyed this. No matter how many times she shifted on stage, she always felt some silly embarrassment...but it always made it that much more fun.

Her legs suddenly shifted, and she almost lost her balance as her legs reversed directions, the knees pointed backwards as her feet were pushed to stand on tip toe. Her toes melded together, the flesh melting, bubbling into two single toes, toes that were swallowed by the hardening nails at the tips. They darkened, blackened before the eyes of everyone watching, and hoots and hollers spurred her to change faster, quicker.

She continued groping, milking her breasts, even as her face changed. She felt the sliding, pulling sensation tugging at the front of her face, drawing her mouth and her nose together. It made her shudder, moan, a moan that swiftly turned into a lowing 'moooooooo'. Maia blushed worse; that was always the silliest part to her, always the strangest thing, to have her voice change from the transformation. It made her feel...much more cow-like.

As her ears started to ride up the sides of her head, moving towards the top, she felt the familiar 'pop' of her tail sliding out above her rear. Turning to face the crowd sideways, she flicked it from side to side, the feeling almost like sliding something inside of her, but in reverse. It was so hot, so sexy; it was all she could do to not reach down to her sex, feeling the burning from it begging her to pleasure herself.

But no, not yet. She had to wait for -

There it was! The familiar tingling, twitching, then bubbling feeling at her stomach. Four points began to emerge from around her belly button as her belly began to expand. It surged forward, not at all slow. She could no longer take slow; it needed to be fast, needed to move quicker. Both hands fell from her breasts, one dropping down to her sex, the other falling to her growing udders. "Grow, girls, grow," Maia whispered to them, panting as one hand plunged into her rapidly slickening pussy, fingering herself hard and fast as the udders bloomed, four teats pushing out, followed by the rolling pink flesh that supported them.

It pushed against her hand, rolling against it as it grew bigger and bigger, following the speed of her other changes. Her muzzle pushed out to its full length, a low 'mooooo' spilling from her lips as she was unable to hold back her pleasure. Whipping her tail back and forth in her excitement, she collapsed, falling on her ass from the sheer pleasure of the change, cupping her udders all the way down as she came, quivering from the sudden orgasm.

The thud was enough to shake her out of her orgiastic haze, and she looked out at the crowd. Suddenly conscious of how wet she was, how her breasts and udders alike had started leaking - she had gotten her last name for a reason, after all - she blushed. However, she lifted both her hands to her udders, squeezing at the teats, making a little squirt of milk shoot out. Panting, she managed to finish her act, gasping, "Ta-da!" to the round of applause from the crowd, all shifted themselves.

End of TF

Tseatah Critter TF

(Griffon http://www.gryphonic.com/gallery/v/Artwork/Frysco/Anthro/Frysco+by+Magnus.jpg.htmlto plant)

He knew that he should never have touched the mushrooms. The mushrooms were always trouble, even outside of their kingdom of Myco. But Frysco just had to touch them, and now he was paying the price.

The spores settled on his skin, their lightest touch sending roots through his skin, through his fur, settling into his bloodstream. As soon as they settled in, he could feel them sending something through his body, something so foreign, yet so powerful. Even as he tried to reach out for them to try and brush them off, his body slowed, stiffening as it was flooded with the foreign chemicals.

It only took a few seconds for him to be completely frozen, his arms stuck in a position of brushing off each other. His arms were slightly cleared, but the spores had gotten him everywhere. Mushrooms of every color, white and red, blue and black, blossomed along his legs, along his back, his head, and even along his wings. They threaded their roots through his clothes, through his muscles and bones and skin, all of them pushing into his body as deep as possible.

Strangely, he thought, there was no pain. No pain, no discomfort, but total paralysis. It prevented him from moving, prevented him from saving himself.

And just as he resigned himself to his paralysis, he saw the next change begin.

From beneath the mushroom caps, he could see wood, bark, spreading across his body. It creeped, it flowed, it flooded across his body. The stiffness beneath the mushrooms turned into total rigidity. Beneath the wood, he could feel his body turning harder, stiffer, almost like his bones were spreading out, calcifying his muscles, his blood, turning everything into one solid state.

His eyes were the only thing that could move, and they flicked from arm to arm as he watched the bark spread across his body. Once it had spread far enough from each mushroom, the caps fell off, followed shortly afterwards by the stalks themselves. They hit the ground, shriveling as best as he could tell.

His fingers lengthened as the bark touched them. It was not a feeling of being stretched, but more the feeling of something being attached, layered, attached, and layered again. They spread, twisted, turned, growing outwards into branches from his body. The same process happened with his wings, his toes, and even -

No, he couldn't think of that, that was too embarrassing, but even as he tried to banish the thought, he saw one long, though twisted branch, grow forward from somewhere below the waist. Alone among the other branches, it didn't spread into different directions, didn't break or halve or sprout more of itself. No, it just flowed forward, dripping sap in a few places, but otherwise indistinguishable from the other branches.

The bark flowed up over his beak, and the air he'd been sucking was cut off. For a moment, he could not breathe. For a moment, he thought this was going to silence him, finish him.

But then, through the bark, leaves sprouted. They pushed out, caught the sunlight falling through the trees, and the breath of life returned. It was different, more constant, but it would sustain him, he felt. It was instinctive, and he had no idea why it would work, but he knew it would.

The thought was his last, as the bark spread over his head. His eyes were blinded, his nose numbed. His only sense remaining was touch, and all he felt through that was the touch of the sun above, and the soil beneath. His feet were rooted in place, literally, as more tendrils grew out of the bottom of his feet to hold him into place in the soil.

And so the forest gained another living tree, rapidly flowering with the leaves and fruit to bring more life to the creatures of the woods.

End of TF.

Mr.Gaomon TF

(Otter to this: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10231593/ )

The vacuum had never done this before, Sunkit thought to himself. Oh, it had sucked on his shirt before when he'd tried to vacuum the corners, get it all clean, but it had never gotten stuck on him.

And it had NEVER started pulling his fur out down at his feet before, either, particularly when it wasn't even attached there!

He tugged at the attachment again and again, but no matter how hard he tugged, it wouldn't pull away from his leg. It just kept sucking away, and with every passing second, he could see more of his fur disappearing, more of his legs getting covered by a strange tan bag. It was smooth to the touch, but not matter how hard he pushed at it, or tried to get a grip on it, it refused to be pulled away from his legs. It was so close to it that it might have become a second skin or something, despite him not feeling anything when he touched it.

And it was spreading fast. It had already overcome his legs, spreading further and further up his legs. It was a cold feeling as it moved up, as the vacuum attachment sucked the air away from his legs, pulled the fur from his body. It was replaced by a warmer feeling as the bag took the place of his fur, covering him up, hiding his body, but it was the cold that he paid attention to, the suction that he could not take his attention away from.

It continued to crawl up his body, led by the seemingly sentient vacuum cleaner. Fur disappeared faster and faster, and when he tried to move his legs, they refused to obey. The bag had reached his upper thighs now, and everything that was covered by the bag refused to obey him. Even the effort to wiggle his toes was ignored, as if he was paralyzed.

Or, would have been like that, except for the fact that the bag seemed able to move him. It walked him closer to the vacuum cleaner, making it easier for the attachment to continue spreading over his body.

As it passed over his crotch, Sunkit felt a strange surge of excitement from the suction, but it was lost as all feeling went out of his groin. The bag surged over his cock, his balls, but he felt nothing, as if there was nothing there to feel.

He blinked for a second. Why would he...there was never anything there. Just a smooth bag, nothing else, right? That was the way he'd always been.

The thought was strange, new; Sunkit almost thought that it was wrong...but how could it be? He'd never had a cock. Never had balls, or toes, or anything other than the bag that covered him from the waist...no, belly button down.

The otter stood still as it continued to flow over him, his mind starting to blank as it rose further and further along his body. It erased his mind, his memories of his body as it spread further and further up. There were no nipples, he was smooth; there were no fingers, he just had mittens for hands, bag mittens.

Finally, the bag reached his head, the vacuum attachment sucking along the side of his neck, moving up to his ears. The vacuum bag followed it up, slowly sealing away his head, his memories. Thoughts of Sunkit the otter began to fade, thoughts of being who he was disappearing as the vacuum sucked, pulled, drained him of all that he had once been.

As the bag sealed around the top of his head, the vacuum shut off on its own, the attachment falling to the ground, lifeless, holding all that remained of his identity. The former otter, now nothing more than an encased being waiting instructions, stood at attention, waiting for someone to tell him his new purpose in life.

End of TF

Taiko's TF

(Muscle Growth, dragon to toy statue http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7607202/to dragon on left http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7591795/ )

Grail didn't know how it happened; one moment he was on a walk down towards the village, the next he was shoved up against a rail along the side of the mountain path. That wouldn't have been so bad, except now he couldn't take his hands away from it. There was a slight laugh behind him, but that was all he had time to notice before he felt...something...shove its way up his arms.

The pearl-colored dragon whipped his head back down to his hands, watching with widening eyes as his hands seemed to almost fossilize before him. They grew rapidly, almost doubling in size to be as big as dinner plates, freezing in place, wrapped around the sturdy railing that was attached to concrete in the mountain side. A slight detail that had protected many climbers, but now ensured he could not pull his arms away from the railing.

That was hardly the end of it, either. A wave of energy shoved its way up his arms, coming from some strange, unseen source, and Grail suppressed a moan of strange excitement. By the time that he had cleared his head, his arms had started changing, bulging out, thickening with waves of muscles that spread up from his hands. They did it in bursts, rather than rippling waves; one muscle, then another would suddenly explode in size, thickening his arms at a massive rate.

But the increased muscle was useless. Even as he considered using his new strength to rip himself free, or rip the post free, the marble stone that his hands had become began to spread up, covering the muscle even as it grew. It froze it in place, revealing every vein, every lump of muscle in exquisite detail. And all he could do was watch it happen to him.

It raced up his arms, spreading at a fantastic rate, soon freezing his arms in an outstretched position. Grunting in desperation, Grail pulled himself back. His arms extended all the way in front of him, he bent forward, yanking back as hard as he could, trying to pull his arms free in various positions.

He had just bent over again to try one more heave with his new shoulder muscles before the stone slid up them, freezing him in place. Even if he had the strength to pull himself upright now, he would break off his own arms in the process. Replaceable, technically, but he didn't want to risk breaking himself, not if there wasn't a good mage or healer around.

So he was forced to stand still, made to watch his body change. His neck froze in place, but his head remained uncovered, allowing him to watch as the muscles bulged out, cartoonishly popping in along his chest, abs, stomach, slowly making him bigger, stronger, but in ways that mattered only in aesthetics. Everything was huge, doubled in size compared to normal, but it was covered in stone too soon for him to use it to get away.

Finally the changes reached his groin, and Grail's eyes went wide as it not only made his ass hard and muscled, but did two other things. His cock throbbed as the strange magic forced it erect, throbbing against his waist...then his stomach...It rubbed against his belly button, leaving a rubbing of pre along his stone-covered stomach as it pushed up, still throbbing and pulsing hard as it reached a full new length, reaching halfway up his thicker, bigger, and longer form before stopping. The marble stone encased it, holding it at that full length, that full hardness, keeping it erect and him horny.

The second thing that happened before the muscles continued down his legs was a strange pulling sensation around his muscled ass. It tugged his ass cheeks apart, not much, but enough to expose his hole. The stone slid inside, holding it open, leaving his insides just a little exposed, leaving him...open.

The rest of the muscles bulging and petrifying went by without his notice, as the stone covered his face. His head was lifted forward slightly, made to look out past the path, down towards the village, as though he had just stopped there for the view.

He could tell when the statue process stopped, as there was no more of the bulging tingles anymore...but the feeling of a warm hand along his stony ass told him that his 'experience' wasn't done yet.

End of TF

Charn TF

(Sydion http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10302279/ into giant nutsack )

Being a sabretooth tiger was an interesting enough life in this day and age, but Sydion constantly had other things happening to him that made his life even more interesting. The latest of these things was a weird little ball stretcher that some tigress had given to him. Something about testing out a new invention, but he hadn't gotten more out of her before she ran off.

He was starting to wish he had after he'd clamped it around his sack, and immediately been yanked to his knees as it sucked at him. Not the ring, but the balls themselves; as soon as he'd put it on, he'd felt a massive vacuuming sensation from his testicles, and it was like it was pulling his entire body towards his sac.

It started with his legs as soon as he hit the ground, like his legs were being pulled inside out, almost like a pair of pants. His feet pulled inside of his legs, running up towards his knees, and then curved up towards his waist, tugged along by the vacuum that the ring seemed to have installed in his balls. His legs got shorter and shorter as they were twisted around like this, but...it felt oddly good. As though some nerves had been flipped around, to make sure that the person wearing the weird thing didn't just rip it off.

As his legs disappeared below the knee, he felt more weight beneath the stretcher. He looked down...and stared as his balls started to grow. And not slowly either, but massively quickly. They stretched, bubbled as something pushed into them. The skin growed, stretched taut, then went loose again as the change seemed to catch up to them again. For the briefest moment, he felt his toes touching...something...but that rapidly disappeared, replaced by the pleasurable gurgling of his balls as they continued to grow. They were already bigger than his fists, but they were still growing, his disappearing legs feeding the change, making them spread, grow, bubbling bigger and bigger with each passing second.

His knees disappeared, and he fell forward on top of his nuts. They were big enough that it didn't hurt, but his cock throbbed at the pressure, and he moaned loudly, a little pre leaking out of his cock as he felt more of his body disappear into his balls. He was disappearing bit by bit, little by little, but he couldn't stop it. He...didn't want to stop it. It felt too good.

Soon his legs were completely gone, shoved into his balls. He was utterly gone below the pelvis, no legs left at all. All of their mass had been shoved into his balls.

He thought it was done, but then his arms started to pull the same trick, his hands pulling into his wrists and traveling up his arms. Sydion moaned, shuddering at the dual sensations of pleasure and discomfort as his body turned itself inside out, shoving itself into his balls, making them grow more and more with each passing second. He could feel the bubbling cum inside of them, his entire body translating into either the cum inside, or the skin and fur that held it all contained.

The changes sped up rapidly, his arms soon gone, and his belly following suit. They were sucked away as if through a black hole, soon leaving him with nothing more than his head, and his cock, outside of his balls.

His head was the next to disappear, his eyes folding upwards as the top of his head caved in. There was no pain, no creaking of bone or spurting of...well, anything but pre. Just simple, strange pleasure as his head was rolled up, forced to look up into the sky before everything went dark, his eyes, then nose, ears, and mouth swallowed up into the black hole of the ball stretcher.

Even in the dark sloshing space of his balls, however, he could still feel, and as his cock shrank away, inch after inch pulled into his balls, he felt some of the greatest pleasure he had ever imagined. So strong, so massive, that he almost came-

-until his cock disappeared, sliding into his balls before he could. The ball stretcher fell to the ground, rolling off under a dumpster to be found by someone else, and leaving the large nutsack of sabretooth balls frustrated and horny, bubbling with so much cum to be released.

Suddenly, he felt claws grabbing him, pulling him off of the ground. He heard nothing, but felt a few huffing breaths against his sides, followed by a deep, growling purr as his balls were scratched lightly. A little triple prong - almost like a fork, he thought - prodded him before he shrugged off the feeling. Sydion the nutsack preferred to focus on himself, thanks very much, and with himself consisting mostly of cum, there was a lot to focus on.

End of TF.

Mewtwo's TF

(Lucas http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10265274/into Ozy's underwear )

After so many visits to the Laugh Track, Lucas thought that he might be getting a little jaded to the ludicrous - though fun - world. However, Ozy had ways of keeping things fresh, and the blue Mewtwo had just stumbled into one of those ways.

It had started out innocent enough, but he should have remembered that almost nothing involving Ozy was entirely innocent. A little musky smell had caught his nose, and what few suspicions he'd felt had melted away, replaced with a silly grin on his face and a rapidly growing erection. He had been puddy for the Questing, and his musk addled mind had been completely fine with that.

He hadn't thought anything was changing at first. It was only when his tail stopped responding to his mental commands that he bothered to look over his shoulders, his eyes half shut at the time. They opened to three quarters as he saw that his tail had pressed against his back, held there as though glued against him, and his back was slowly starting to turn a more uniform blue.

Reaching back and pressing his fingers against it, Lucas felt that it was soft, almost like cotton, or maybe a very smooth wool. It was...weird. He felt he should be a little worried...but this was Ozy, and besides, this was the Laugh Track. Nothing permanent, nothing bad happened here.

He smiled lazily as he felt and watched the smooth feeling spread across his body, his tail melting into his back, and his second neck pressing into his main one. The lack of support made his head harder to hold up for a second, but it fixed itself as his body went limp anyway, falling to the ground. He could only look up at the Questing as Ozy smiled down at him, squatting down beside his face. The musky groin of his friend pressed against his face, and he sunk deeper into musk induced relaxation.

The blue two felt the limpness around his body change into a strange sort of pressure, compressing him into a smaller form. Ozy was kind enough to turn his head to help him look down at his feet, and Lucas slowly blinked at the sight of his feet pushing together, not melding, but almost folding together, smoothly meshing together into the same blue....cloth that his back and his front had turned into.

As he shrunk, his body changed faster and faster. He lost fur and skin, and gained a thin cloth covering instead. His arms stretched, reaching around to where his legs had been, grabbing hold of his 'ankles' and forming a stretchy sort of...

A stretchy waistband, his slowed mind realized. His face sunk into itself, going flat as his torso and groin flattened as well, turning into the front of a pair of underwear. Lucas lazily grinned, showing teeth while he still had them before his mouth was forced closed by the transformation. The only holes, the only remnants of his face were the 'pores' of the underwear he became, and those connected directly to his sense of smell. So many more 'nostrils' in the form of the little holes in the underwear; Lucas would have grinned wide if he could at the thought of having his sense of smell get this much better.

He flopped together, his entire body loose and limp, unable to move on its own. Somehow, he could sort of see, and he watched as a blurry sort of hand reached down and picked him up. He could vaguely make out Ozy's face in front of him, and felt - more through vibrations than actual sound - what the Questing was saying. "It'll be nice to have a new set of underwear for a while. Talk to you again in a couple of days, Lucas."

The former 'two groaned as he was pulled up Ozy's legs, his front - and all of his new 'nostrils' - forced against the Questing's musky crotch. Lucas huffed at the smell, and he would have moaned if he still had a mouth. As it was, all he could do was slightly shift in excitement, constricting the waistband slightly to force himself more fully against Ozy's musky crotch.

Chuckling, the Questing walked off, and Lucas just went with him, eagerly sniffing and cradling his wearer's equipment.

End of TF