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A person stuck in a crevice makes a wish to become unstuck. Their wish is granted, but the effects are beyond their imagination. Unstuck, but slowly turning into a ball python, they slither their way to freedom. It's a freedom that will last only until they have to explain why they've become a giant snake, or when they get collected as one of Yavalech's pets. This is my first Snake TF of the Year of the Snake; and unlike this cave, there's room for many more...

a classic werewolf transformation in black and white :0) can you tell i like spirals 🌀

hey all!! i'm a new tf artist who has been browsing this site for a long while but only just gave transformation a proper try (in more ways than one) i hope you all enjoy my work! woof

The lucky beings who find one of Yavalech's artifacts in life are granted new powers at the expense of slowly turning into a snake or snake hybrid. It does not matter who they are in life; in death their metamorphoses are made permanent and they come to serve as pets and servants. The eldritch horror loves its pet snakes and often allows them to keep vestigial features of their previous species. They never forget their forced metamorphoses. Needless to say, many snakes are horrified by their fat...

Hey all! its that time of the month again ^^ when all the fun Nat20 art is revealed! in order of appearance we have 8000power, Avery, Bluedraconicknight, CoreyVolpe, Fluff System, MajorMooch, Rio34, werenimal, and the Trio of CalexTheNeko, ArzureBunny, &Zeelo!

Comission for jasonm144 ROAAAAAAAAAAAR >:3

Wanted to share this really fun piece I did as part of an art trade with my long time pal Radian! I got a really fun ftm bjd tf fic in return ^^

If you randomly found a pretty dog collar with your exact name on it pulsing with arcane energy, you'd think you'd know better than to try it on.

Morning All! Here's the lovely results of Wednesdays request stream. I had a fun time hanging with y'all and it was a wonderful time working on so many fun ideas.

Samantha sat on her bedroom floor, gripping her leg just below the knee, eyes wide with a mix of fascination and awe. Her bare foot was no longer a foot at all—it was stretching, reshaping, toes melding into padded digits tipped with sharp little claws. Soft brownish red fur sprouted along the top, while the bottom darkened into a leathery black paw pad. "Whoa…" she breathed, flexing her new toes. They moved so naturally, as if they’d always been hers. She wiggled them, then giggled. "Okay, t...