Funny as crap:)

The sound of a bell followed you inside when you pushed the door open. You’d heard of this shop, its unique dealings, and a little pang of hope glimmered in your chest when you looked around. Something about the shelves and displays of trinkets and artifacts, clothes and jewelry, it all felt magical. Every piece radiated with energy, warmth, power. By the front counter was a whole rack of hats, everything from trucker caps to cowboy hats all organized rather haphazardly. You felt like if you bumped into it the whole thing would come tumbling down in a cascade of headwear.

For the moment, nobody seemed to be around. Something pulled you to the front counter, like an invisible hand had you by the collar of your shirt, tugging gently to get you to come along. Once you were right there at the counter, you saw it immediately. Under the glass, in the case where all the jewelry was kept, was a large ring, steel with a ball bearing on one side. It looked like a nose ring for a bull. It felt right, your fingers itched just to touch it, to know for sure if this was the one, the thing that would give you what you needed, finally.

“Can I help ya, son?” Barrel said from behind you. Somehow he’d snuck up on you, quiet as a ghost even with his giant frame. He had a smile on his face, arms filled with knick knacks and things that he seemed to be stocking on the already rather packed looking shelves. “Looks like ya got eyes on that ring there, real fine piece. Was gonna put together a package deal for it though, got some other stuff here that’d fit it pretty damn well.”

Barrel came around, dumping his armful of stuff on the counter so he could slide the case open and pluck the ring from its place on the shelf. He set it in front of you. For a moment, you hesitated, the power radiating off of this innocuous ring of metal was unsettling. But you couldn't keep yourself away for long. From the second your fingers touched it, you knew for sure. This was it, this was what you were wanting, what your aching heart had pulled you toward.

“I see a connection there, mm. Good! Truth be told, had that one a while, almost since I started up. Never seemed right for anyone. Tell me…” He picked a hat up off the precarious display nearby, a plain black baseball cap with holes at the top, the kind anthro-humans had to buy so their ears could fit through the top. From the pile he had in his arms previous, he picked a scrap of cloth and tugged, revealing a flame pattern. It was a thong, it’s pouch black with the stylized flames creeping up from the bottom. Barrel set them on the counter in front of you. “How do these feel? Bout the same?”

They didn’t have the same pull as the ring, not by a long shot. Still, their energy reached out to you, invisible fingers brushing against yours. Maybe they weren’t ‘the one’ like the ring, but there was something to offer, something that would help the ring take you to where you wanted to be.

The bell’s tinkling followed you again on your way out, your items in a small paper bag. Even through the paper you felt that pull, growing stronger now that all three items were together, like they were resonating with each other. Getting back home was a blur. It was hard to focus on anything but what might happen, what you’d finally end up as. 

Finally your front door shut, and you didn’t even hesitate to tear the bag open. It didn’t occur to you till  you had the ring in your hands, ready to put it on, that you weren’t even pierced. Still, you felt you had to try. It was magic, maybe that part would just take care of itself. Sure enough it seemed to. As soon as you lifted the heavy metal to your face, it slid in at your septum like it had been there for a while. Due to the size, it nearly blocked your nostrils entirely. The tingle you felt from it spiked suddenly, like an electric shock struck the metal. A constant current began to rise, sparks flying through your bones and nerves. It didn’t take long to start, and it hit you hard. Suddenly you had to sneeze, and when it came out you were caught in a fit of them, sneezing over and over. Every time you did your bones warped and stretched like taffy, skull pushing forward into a broad, blunt muzzle with wide flaring nostrils that fit the new ring more by the moment. Steely gray fur spread from your face, ears pulling up to points as if tugged by a sculptor's hand. Your heart thudded in your ears, the rush of blood all through your body carried the enchantment along. From your head down your whole body changed further, the fur spread like fire, short and tight so all the muscle that was swelling up like balloons under your skin was nice and visible, veins standing out on biceps that you couldn’t help but flex till they busted the sleeves of your shirt to ribbons. Your chest ground against your chin when you looked down, feeling the pudge you so longed to get rid of start to melt away, evaporate like water like a summer rain. Once the soft bit was taken care of, your gut surged out into a slight dome, smooth and firm, solid with power. “H-HAAAAWW!” You brayed, a jolt of overwhelming, red-hot lust making your endowment shoot to attention. The modest length of it stood out under your gut, though you couldn’t see it from this angle. 

That soon changed, jolt after jolt hitting you from the very back of your taint all the way to the crown of your now copiously leaking length. Every spike in intensity had you gritting your teeth, huge hands clenched to fists, drool leaking from the corners of your new snout. It took all you had to stumble over to your couch and throw yourself onto it just so you wouldn’t have to worry about falling over. 

The second your ass touched the cushions, your hand wrapped around your shaft. It was already larger, and every second it felt more girthy, heavy. There was an upward curve to it, though it was only slight. It seemed there was more girth than length being added, and you capped out at about five inches. Even then, your width only increased further, till you were holding a cock as wide as a tall boy can of beer. It looked right, sitting there between your pumped thighs, toes wiggling below as your feet finally caught up to the rest of your body. The soles and toes were much more broad now, better to carry your mass around.

Sweat covered your body, a hot tangy stink that choked your much bigger nostrils. You felt a twinge at your tailbone. A bundle of nerves and flesh was sitting right above your ass, wiggling and stretching a few millimeters at a time. The fur covered what had to be your new tail for every bit it grew. Once it had about six inches on it, dark wiry hairs started to grow out the end of it in a spaded tuft. At the same time a mane of the same color grew out between your ears, down your neck. A bit of it flopped over your brow, it covered the space between your newly stretched ears. The tail, your tail, suddenly surged out, like an invisible hand took it by the end and yanked, adding another foot to its length. Sweat and precum soaked your couch, dripped onto your floor. There was still the hat and jock left, a couple final touches you could feel were ready to be made.

Getting back up was much more effortless than you thought it would be, your redwood thighs flexing under your tight steely fur. The paper bag that held the poser and hat was right within your reach, and in a moment you had the cap on your head, ears pushed through the holes, bill facing backward. The poser was a bit harder to deal with, your pecs and firm musclegut obscured your view below almost completely. 

You decided to go back to your bedroom, where your closet had a full length mirror on the door. Your length throbbed and spat out a thick wad of precum at the sight of your new body, the true self that just needed a bit of help to come forth. This body was so wide that your shoulders were well past the edges of the mirror. At least it gave you the guidance you needed to get the band of your poser around your legs. Your thumbs hooked the waistband and tugged up till it was snug at your waist, it’s pouch cupping your fat donkey dick nice and cozy.  The second every item was on, the ensemble complete, their energies started to resonate. Your bones felt like tuning forks, vibrating with this frequency that permeated every muscle and strand of fur. Precum soaked through the poser, dripping to the floor between your feet. Hot needling pricks shot up from under your skin all across your chest. It was most intense under your arms and at your crotch. You lifted your arms to see thick, sweaty bushes of body hair, dark and coarse. A treasure trail shot up from your crotch, where your whole pubic area became a jungle, absolutely sopping in sweat and pheromones.

“Fuck, fuck yeah!” you bellow from deep in your chest, throwing your arms up in a cocky flex that made your dick throb and leak another wad of precum.

This was your true form, finally brought forth. What will you do now that you have it?

⚠️SONIC MOVIE 3 SPOILERS⚠️

all drawings i did in this style in past several months

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