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Found an interesting looking back in the library one day. I couldn’t really understand the words but I flipped through the pages and suddenly the letters, the words all became familiar to me. Everything felt fuzzy, or more like furry. Someone saw me. “Hey, who brought a cat to the library?” They asked. Huh? Cat? I looked behind me and saw no cat. I finally noticed, the world had gotten bigger. No wait I’ve gotten smaller. I was the cat they were talking about.

I was home alone when I started smelling something bad. Like really bad. It was getting stronger. I tired to call 9 1 1 but I was overwhelmed by the smells. The ripping and tearing sound of my underwear as a bushy furry stripped tail made its way out. Followed just as quickly was a muzzle. My glasses fell off my face. I dropped my phone. Arm now covered in fur and that was just the beginning.

I decided to draw myself being turned into a piñata via hoop. Why I listened to “free candy” and went through hoop, I can’t really say. Not like I could turn around. As soon as I went through I lost ability to move my upper half. Then someone used a rope to pull me and make sure I went in the right direction. Hey, it wasn’t a lie.. I indeed get free candy. I mean it’s inside me, I can’t eat it. Hopefully you don’t want to eat the candy inside of me…there’s only one way to get candy out of a piña...

It’s been a REALLY long time since I’ve drawn anything pony related. The 9th of Octransfur is Friendship so figured this would be perfect opportunity to draw MLP stuff. It’s been so long since I drew pony stuff a certain pony used her magic to remind me what true friendship is and how truly magical it can be much to my surprise. Be kind I’m out of practice drawing My Little Pony

Woke up with my back hurting so decided to stretch, I stretched so good I heard a pop then another. In fact my body grew longer. I had to move more higher on my bed to accommodate my longer body. My longer body was slowly losing and human shape it once held…well actually everything belong my waist. My upper body stayed human like minus my face now had a muzzle and my ears were on top of my head and pointy. I was furry. I heard another pop as something tore through my briefs. A tail? Yes a ta...

Comment ça va? Tu parle Français? Learning French and just decided use it here because I won’t really be using it much (learning it for fun and to challenge myself) I hope what I said makes sense. If you speak French please feel to comment and if you don’t you can comment as well :3 Anyway here’s me transforming into a Sylveon. Why? It’s a mystery. Man, I sure do love Sylveon. Do you love Sylveon? **text correction: Oui, je suis un(une) Nymphali mâle(femelle) ? **

To follow story you’ll need to click links to Twitter: A reply to this (https://twitter.com/erakir/status/1408816467894624260?s=21) When I saw reply of what a cabbit was, I was transformed. I’m showing my family what happened and the ( Reply ) that triggered transformation. (The very blurry image is actual image from reply if you wanna see it clearly)

Redid a drawing from 2017. Haven’t seen much Dixie transformation out there do decide to draw this and now that I’ve redrawn it I still really haven’t seen much transformation of her. Story is someone dared me to wear a black bow and as soon as I did I started transforming. I’m not to happy as I have a feeling they knew this would happen. Kinda annoyed now.

Ordered a tropical drink at a bar, the next day I started growing pink feathers and my lips felt hard. So I started growing a big beak. My hands and arms started changing to wings. I called the bar up in a panic. No one was picking up the phone. I managed to loosen my pants enough to start dropping them before my tail feathers tore through my underwear. My hair was falling out and more pink feathers covered my body. My neck stretched and elongate. By the time someone picked up the phone I ha...

Thought when I got hired to work at a dog show it was to actually help out with the dogs, not be one of the dogs. When my fur started growing out I panicked and tired asking for help but the other employees just laughed. I was slowly becoming a poodle. No one was helping as my muzzle pulled out of my face along side a panting long tongue. Losing my ability to speak I still try asking for help sounding like Scooby Doo. My hands morphed into canine paws. A tail, wagging. Was I happy? No! I asked f...