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Hey, y'all! This was the first patreon exclusive post. It was uploaded on 3rd of last month and I just uploaded February's pinup. If you want to see it and last months TF comic without having to wait, as well as get some other neat perks, head on over if pitching in to the patreon is within your means https://www.patreon.com/KimRinzley?.....n_landing=true
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Anyhoo, here's the story I wrote for this picture.
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At long last, the two adventurers had arrived at their destination; the chamber of the fabled Gem of Reality Warping. The duo had rode for weeks, fought off giant beetles and the odd goblin before entering the mystical ruins of the long-lost Winged Serpent-people. Once inside they had both remarked at how oddly quiet and empty the place was. Hall after hall, room after room, all were empty of activity, traps or even guardian automatons. It struck the Elven sorceress, Tara Winterwing, as particularly portentous. Though her Orc companion, the massive mountain of muscle , Rognar the Adamant, welcomed the tension in the air as he was bored of Tara’s archaeological fascination with the Serpent-people’s old ruin.
Rognar, an Orc standing a whole two feet taller than the lithe little Elf, had enjoyed most of their adventure together and had even grown to become particularly fond of his companion. Both admired each other’s strengths and would not think less of their respective weaknesses. Sure, to Tara, Rognar was a little dull around his mental capacities and was no fun when she wanted to geek out over ancient history. But over the weeks, she had learned to appreciate his sense of humor and excellent ability to perform physical labor without complaints - something that even the most manly of Elves were hard-pressed to do. And in return, Rognar appreciated Tara’s patience with him and her ability to help him fall asleep when she went on and on about birds and magical calculations.
All in all, they made a good team and were very excited to open the chamber to the Gem of Reality Warping. An odd artefact to say the least. Tara had first learned about it during her studies as a youth and since then been fascinated as to why no one had ever tried to find it. If all her research notes were anything to go by, it would not even be hard to find it. Just following a breadcrumb trail of ruins that were somewhat connected to it. But all of that would be in the past after their momentous discovery.
As Rognar pushed the massive stone doors open, they found themselves in an octagonal room, each wall covered with hieroglyphs and pictograms detailing… something. Tara was too preoccupied with what stood at the center of the room. A lonesome pillar of gold or brass, and hovering atop was a bi-colored, egg-shaped gemstone the size of the Elf’s head. The gemstone constantly shifted colors as it silently floated, but each half was always colored the opposite color of the other half. Green and pink, blue and yellow, cyan and red.
“So how it work, Tara?” Rognar asked as he admired it from behind her, trusting that a smart lady like her should be closest to it.
“To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure.” She looked up to meet her friend’s eyes. “I would think that there’d be something written on these walls, but…”
For some reason, Tara was incapable of finishing her sentence as the gemstone had captivated her attention.
“But what?” Rognar poked her shoulder and asked.
Tara shook out of her trance and said, “Huh? What? Oh sorry, Rognar. It’s just that something about this gemstone is off. It seems like it…”
And before finishing her sentence for a second time, Tara touched the lower half of the gemstone with her index finger. Once again set in a trance she simply stood in silence. Rognar looked at her, and then looked at the gemstone. How did he miss how pretty it was before? Its shape and proportions were perfect. The shifting colors that he had seen before were now shifting into colors he had never seen in his life before this moment. It was astonishing. Fantastical. Fabulous. Beyond all comprehension.
And so he reached out his index finger and touched the other half.
In an instant, a wave of imperceptible magical energy rocked the world, emanating from the gemstone. Every living soul was affected and every one could feel… something. Like standing in an elevator and not being ready for its rapid ascent or descent, people knew something had happened - but once the moment was gone, it was impossible to even know it had happened.
But for Tara Winterwing and Rognar the Adamant, the effect was far more pronounced. As if time had slowed down in the chamber, once Rognar had touched the gem, Tara had told him to stop. While in her trance she had figured out what the gemstone was doing and what it would do. But it was too late.
Once both had touched it, the changes began.
Rognar, a veritable mass of green muscles, felt himself shrink in all dimensions. His shoulders narrowed and his impressive set of biceps and triceps slimmed down into petite and shapely arms. Slender, as if made for intricate spell-casting as his lower arms and his hands and fingers followed suit. Once calloused and rough, they now looked as if he had not performed anything more labor-intensive than painting in his whole life. His torso began to match his dainty arms. Pectoral muscles and bulging abs fading away to leave a taut and trim waistline. His hips did not change by much however, though proportionally they now looked very wide and unfit for a man. The greatest change in this part of his body was his ass, which had swollen to a protuberant shape that made Tara’s shapely bottom feel inadequate. Like a pair of pillows, set upon a pair of legs that had grown just as shapely. Long and hairless legs that ended in a pair of almost unproportionally small feet. And once his body was done changing, his face began to morph as well. Looking almost as if it was melting like candle wax, his rugged handsome looks smoothed out. His chin narrowing and jawline becoming less shaped like a square and more angular, but still sharp and well-defined. Set in the center was a small nose and above a pair of gorgeous golden eyes. His beard fell off in a single motion, and as if to compensate, his shaven head exploded into dark auburn tresses.
For Tara, it went the opposite. Every part of her seemed to have a disagreement with which part should be the largest. Beginning with her height which grew to rival that of Rognar’s former stature. Her chest swelled with each breath, filling up first with muscles that protruded proudly in every direction. Her upper back resembling a flesh-colored cobble-stone street. Her deltoids bloated outwards, shoulders like boulders. And the rest of her arms followed the trend as her biceps, triceps and brachioradialis muscles made her look like she was lifting trees out the ground for evening entertainment. And then her breasts, once a modest set, exploded in size. Each tit growing to become larger than her head. Further down her body, her abs looked like they would fit better on a washboard than on her stomach, though they fit her really well too. Her hips grew outwards to match the rest of her gargantuan size, and her butt, while not small, grew in muscle mass to dwarf the jiggly rump of her Orc companion - now a bone-hard set of glutes. Then her legs crescendoed as they expanded with muscles until they were as wide as tree trunks. Finally, her face and head changed gradually to give her a more keen and sturdy look. A pair of scars ran down her side and her hair shortened to a practical side-cut - typical of her people’s culture.
And as their bodies changed, so did their clothing, with Rognar’s armor, chest plate, scale-mail leggings and gauntlets melting into a particularly revealing yet stylish outfit composed of a fur-trimmed leather corset and short skirt that revealed his masculine bulge. Typical wear for his gender, race and profession in this new world.
Tara’s gorgeous blue sorceress dress withered away rapidly into little more than a leather bikini and a belted loincloth. Her sensible shoes disappearing as she began to realize that her kind rarely wore either armor or shoes due to their skin being particularly hardy. And in that realization, she also understood that what had happened was that when they both had touched the artefact, their two races had become inverse caricatures of each other.
Tara strained to retain her knowledge before the gemstone left them from its grasp. But it became harder by the second. Her many years of studying magic, history, archaeology, mathematics and much more did not so much fade away from memory but simply became uninteresting. Elves didn’t care about such things. Elves were practical people who hunted large beasts, lived in simple yurts with their families and had little ambitions to build the vast and beautiful metropolises that the Orcs had. Of course they did not mind living in those gorgeous empires, and sometimes even work for the noble Orcs, but hers was a simple people of simple minds. Darrah, now calling herself The Solid, still tried to convince herself that she was not like this and that she ought to be more like Rogundi Firewreath, whom at this moment was filled with near-horror at his changing tastes and perceptions.
Once a straightforward man with simple pleasures; good food, good drink, good friendships, now found himself rapidly contemplating schools of philosophy to express his feelings over the curious happenings emanating from the Gem of Reality Warping. He was concerned as to how he could comprehend the 86 tenets of magic as well as he did without ever having studied magic in his life, but those memories would fill in later once they had left the chamber. But most concerning was the shift in attitude towards his companion, once admired for her intelligence, now he felt cavalier to her sluggish mental capabilities. Yes, she was exceptionally handsome and he loved being under her during their evenings, but when the sun was up, there would be no discussion as to who was superior. After all, noble Orcs like himself had built the greatest empires in the world while those brutish Elves were set in their primitive ways.
For those brief moments when both of them were aware of their mistake in touching the artefact, they struggled to come to peace with their new attitudes and feelings. But in the end, their former selves would lose in that fight as Rogundi Firewreath and Darrah, The Solid, were returned to the rest of the world’s passage of time.
All that they had left was a small sensation of their former selves and once they left the octagonal chamber, even that would be gone.
The End.
Thanks in advance <3
Anyhoo, here's the story I wrote for this picture.
~~~~~
At long last, the two adventurers had arrived at their destination; the chamber of the fabled Gem of Reality Warping. The duo had rode for weeks, fought off giant beetles and the odd goblin before entering the mystical ruins of the long-lost Winged Serpent-people. Once inside they had both remarked at how oddly quiet and empty the place was. Hall after hall, room after room, all were empty of activity, traps or even guardian automatons. It struck the Elven sorceress, Tara Winterwing, as particularly portentous. Though her Orc companion, the massive mountain of muscle , Rognar the Adamant, welcomed the tension in the air as he was bored of Tara’s archaeological fascination with the Serpent-people’s old ruin.
Rognar, an Orc standing a whole two feet taller than the lithe little Elf, had enjoyed most of their adventure together and had even grown to become particularly fond of his companion. Both admired each other’s strengths and would not think less of their respective weaknesses. Sure, to Tara, Rognar was a little dull around his mental capacities and was no fun when she wanted to geek out over ancient history. But over the weeks, she had learned to appreciate his sense of humor and excellent ability to perform physical labor without complaints - something that even the most manly of Elves were hard-pressed to do. And in return, Rognar appreciated Tara’s patience with him and her ability to help him fall asleep when she went on and on about birds and magical calculations.
All in all, they made a good team and were very excited to open the chamber to the Gem of Reality Warping. An odd artefact to say the least. Tara had first learned about it during her studies as a youth and since then been fascinated as to why no one had ever tried to find it. If all her research notes were anything to go by, it would not even be hard to find it. Just following a breadcrumb trail of ruins that were somewhat connected to it. But all of that would be in the past after their momentous discovery.
As Rognar pushed the massive stone doors open, they found themselves in an octagonal room, each wall covered with hieroglyphs and pictograms detailing… something. Tara was too preoccupied with what stood at the center of the room. A lonesome pillar of gold or brass, and hovering atop was a bi-colored, egg-shaped gemstone the size of the Elf’s head. The gemstone constantly shifted colors as it silently floated, but each half was always colored the opposite color of the other half. Green and pink, blue and yellow, cyan and red.
“So how it work, Tara?” Rognar asked as he admired it from behind her, trusting that a smart lady like her should be closest to it.
“To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure.” She looked up to meet her friend’s eyes. “I would think that there’d be something written on these walls, but…”
For some reason, Tara was incapable of finishing her sentence as the gemstone had captivated her attention.
“But what?” Rognar poked her shoulder and asked.
Tara shook out of her trance and said, “Huh? What? Oh sorry, Rognar. It’s just that something about this gemstone is off. It seems like it…”
And before finishing her sentence for a second time, Tara touched the lower half of the gemstone with her index finger. Once again set in a trance she simply stood in silence. Rognar looked at her, and then looked at the gemstone. How did he miss how pretty it was before? Its shape and proportions were perfect. The shifting colors that he had seen before were now shifting into colors he had never seen in his life before this moment. It was astonishing. Fantastical. Fabulous. Beyond all comprehension.
And so he reached out his index finger and touched the other half.
In an instant, a wave of imperceptible magical energy rocked the world, emanating from the gemstone. Every living soul was affected and every one could feel… something. Like standing in an elevator and not being ready for its rapid ascent or descent, people knew something had happened - but once the moment was gone, it was impossible to even know it had happened.
But for Tara Winterwing and Rognar the Adamant, the effect was far more pronounced. As if time had slowed down in the chamber, once Rognar had touched the gem, Tara had told him to stop. While in her trance she had figured out what the gemstone was doing and what it would do. But it was too late.
Once both had touched it, the changes began.
Rognar, a veritable mass of green muscles, felt himself shrink in all dimensions. His shoulders narrowed and his impressive set of biceps and triceps slimmed down into petite and shapely arms. Slender, as if made for intricate spell-casting as his lower arms and his hands and fingers followed suit. Once calloused and rough, they now looked as if he had not performed anything more labor-intensive than painting in his whole life. His torso began to match his dainty arms. Pectoral muscles and bulging abs fading away to leave a taut and trim waistline. His hips did not change by much however, though proportionally they now looked very wide and unfit for a man. The greatest change in this part of his body was his ass, which had swollen to a protuberant shape that made Tara’s shapely bottom feel inadequate. Like a pair of pillows, set upon a pair of legs that had grown just as shapely. Long and hairless legs that ended in a pair of almost unproportionally small feet. And once his body was done changing, his face began to morph as well. Looking almost as if it was melting like candle wax, his rugged handsome looks smoothed out. His chin narrowing and jawline becoming less shaped like a square and more angular, but still sharp and well-defined. Set in the center was a small nose and above a pair of gorgeous golden eyes. His beard fell off in a single motion, and as if to compensate, his shaven head exploded into dark auburn tresses.
For Tara, it went the opposite. Every part of her seemed to have a disagreement with which part should be the largest. Beginning with her height which grew to rival that of Rognar’s former stature. Her chest swelled with each breath, filling up first with muscles that protruded proudly in every direction. Her upper back resembling a flesh-colored cobble-stone street. Her deltoids bloated outwards, shoulders like boulders. And the rest of her arms followed the trend as her biceps, triceps and brachioradialis muscles made her look like she was lifting trees out the ground for evening entertainment. And then her breasts, once a modest set, exploded in size. Each tit growing to become larger than her head. Further down her body, her abs looked like they would fit better on a washboard than on her stomach, though they fit her really well too. Her hips grew outwards to match the rest of her gargantuan size, and her butt, while not small, grew in muscle mass to dwarf the jiggly rump of her Orc companion - now a bone-hard set of glutes. Then her legs crescendoed as they expanded with muscles until they were as wide as tree trunks. Finally, her face and head changed gradually to give her a more keen and sturdy look. A pair of scars ran down her side and her hair shortened to a practical side-cut - typical of her people’s culture.
And as their bodies changed, so did their clothing, with Rognar’s armor, chest plate, scale-mail leggings and gauntlets melting into a particularly revealing yet stylish outfit composed of a fur-trimmed leather corset and short skirt that revealed his masculine bulge. Typical wear for his gender, race and profession in this new world.
Tara’s gorgeous blue sorceress dress withered away rapidly into little more than a leather bikini and a belted loincloth. Her sensible shoes disappearing as she began to realize that her kind rarely wore either armor or shoes due to their skin being particularly hardy. And in that realization, she also understood that what had happened was that when they both had touched the artefact, their two races had become inverse caricatures of each other.
Tara strained to retain her knowledge before the gemstone left them from its grasp. But it became harder by the second. Her many years of studying magic, history, archaeology, mathematics and much more did not so much fade away from memory but simply became uninteresting. Elves didn’t care about such things. Elves were practical people who hunted large beasts, lived in simple yurts with their families and had little ambitions to build the vast and beautiful metropolises that the Orcs had. Of course they did not mind living in those gorgeous empires, and sometimes even work for the noble Orcs, but hers was a simple people of simple minds. Darrah, now calling herself The Solid, still tried to convince herself that she was not like this and that she ought to be more like Rogundi Firewreath, whom at this moment was filled with near-horror at his changing tastes and perceptions.
Once a straightforward man with simple pleasures; good food, good drink, good friendships, now found himself rapidly contemplating schools of philosophy to express his feelings over the curious happenings emanating from the Gem of Reality Warping. He was concerned as to how he could comprehend the 86 tenets of magic as well as he did without ever having studied magic in his life, but those memories would fill in later once they had left the chamber. But most concerning was the shift in attitude towards his companion, once admired for her intelligence, now he felt cavalier to her sluggish mental capabilities. Yes, she was exceptionally handsome and he loved being under her during their evenings, but when the sun was up, there would be no discussion as to who was superior. After all, noble Orcs like himself had built the greatest empires in the world while those brutish Elves were set in their primitive ways.
For those brief moments when both of them were aware of their mistake in touching the artefact, they struggled to come to peace with their new attitudes and feelings. But in the end, their former selves would lose in that fight as Rogundi Firewreath and Darrah, The Solid, were returned to the rest of the world’s passage of time.
All that they had left was a small sensation of their former selves and once they left the octagonal chamber, even that would be gone.
The End.
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