A split commision I did 1 year and 1 month ago with  Multirper where after drinking Alessio reserve he finds himself taller and balder then before.

Finally got around to colour it and also wrote a story.
As usual the line art is from the talented  Chaotic_Sloth.

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Terrance stood in the dimly lit corner of the room, he was invited by his friend, the count, to meet up and chat again even after what happened a long time ago. As Terrance looked around he stumbled upon the bottle of Wine, The atmosphere seemed to swirl around him, and an impulsive curiosity took hold of his usually reserved nature, as he grabbed the bottle his eyes light up with a mischievous glimmer. "What harm could a little sip do?" he whispered, a hint of excitement in his voice. With unsteady hands, he filled the nearby glass in crimson liquid, slowly he brought the glass to his lips, tilting it back and allowing the intoxicating liquid to flow freely.

As the first drop of the Tainted Wine trickled down his throat, an electrifying surge coursed through Terrance's veins, jolting his entire being. In an instant, he could feel a peculiar sensation starting to radiate from within, as if his very essence was awakening to a new existence. "Whoa, this stuff is something else!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with unabashed glee. As the effects of the wine began to take hold, a giggle escaped Terrence's lips. His body swayed unsteadily as the tainted wine worked its mysterious charm.

Gradually, his features started to transform, his once modest stature suddenly began to stretch and elongate, an invisible force stretching his limbs to unprecedented heights. The world around him seemed to shrink as he grew taller and taller, his once diminutive form now towering above his surroundings, a broad smile spread across Terrence's face. "Look at me! I'm getting taller!" he giggled, his voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and inebriation. The white shirt & green vest and grey pants he had so meticulously donned for his work at the casino now clung awkwardly to his elongated frame, their proportions utterly mismatched and comically ill-fitting.

His shoes, once snug and secure, suddenly felt constricting, unable to contain the changes that were rapidly unfolding. A joyful laugh erupted from Terrence's throat as he observed his feet, his feet erupted, toes elongating and fusing together while sharp, black talons emerged where his shoes once covered his ordinary feet, now taking on the form of corvid talons. "Oops! Well, who needs those shoes anyway? I've got bird feet! I've always wanted to be able to perch on a tree branch!" He wiggled his new appendages, reveling in the sensation of their newfound dexterity as the corvid-like claws tore through the front and back of the loafers, rending them apart like flimsy fabric unable to withstand the burgeoning power surging within Terrance's very being.

As his feet transformed something similar started to happend on his hands as Dark scales materialized, spreading like a creeping vine up his hands, replacing the flesh with a macabre armor. His fingers elongated, melding into four corvid-like appendages, each terminating in razor-sharp talons that glistened with an ominous sheen. The grotesque fusion of human and avian elements brought a wide grin to Terrence's face. "These are like, super cool! I feel like I could scratch anything with these bad boys!" He flexed his fingers, marveling at the sharp talons that adorned them, oblivious to the significance of the transformation unfolding.

The transformation did not halt there; it pressed forward with an unyielding force. Terrance's once fair skin turned ashen, taking on a bone-white hue. The texture of his skin changed, now resembling smooth marble, as if his entire being had become a living sculpture, Terrence's giddy laughter echoed through the room. "I'm like a living statue! Who needs a tan when you can be this fabulous? Just call me the Marble Man!" He ran his hands over his exoskeletal skin, feeling the strange and smooth texture that had replaced his once familiar flesh. he fabric of his once-dapper attire strained and tore slightly under the pressure of his form, revealing glimpses of his transformed physique. Yet, despite the strain, the clothes miraculously clung to his changing body, resisting complete destruction.

Terrance's mouth, now an instrument of transformation, began to reshape itself. His lips fused and sealed shut, leaving only three vertical vents in their wake, akin to the vented mouth of Alessio himself. A bemused chuckle escaped Terrence's “lips” mirroring the armonica-like sound of the being he had unwittingly imbibed from. "Well, this is something I never expected! Talk about a new way to breathe! I can hiss like a snake! This is amazing!" He hissed playfully, as gill-like slits appeared on his arms and neck.

His azure eyes darkened, the vibrant hues fading away, replaced by the abyssal depths that mirrored Alessio's own gaze. Even his once neatly groomed brown hair betrayed him, forsaking its former glory, as it fell out in clumps, leaving Terrance fully bald but he simply shrugged, too intoxicated to grasp the significance of the change. "Guess I'm going for the shiny, smooth look now! Bald is beautiful, baby!" He chuckled, rubbing his newly bare scalp with a bemused expression.

The transformation complete, Terrence stood before the mirror, a tipsy grin on his face. His white button-up shirt, once a symbol of his casino attire, now appeared more akin to a tattered t-shirt, the fabric straining to contain his newfound form. His once dignified grey pants, now inadequate, transformed into makeshift shorts, barely covering his elongated legs. But as the effects of the wine took their toll, his jovial demeanor faded, and he crumpled to the floor in a deep slumber.

When Terrence eventually regained consciousness, his bleary eyes fluttered open, and confusion washed over him. "Wha... what happened?" he groaned, rubbing his pounding head. He tried to sit up, to see his reflection in the mirror “What... what happened to my hair? Did I shave it? I looks... different… Why... why do I look like... like Alessio? But I'm still... me... Terrence. What on earth did I drink?" He shook his head, the throbbing in his temples overpowering his ability to comprehend the enormity of the change he had undergone.

Alessio pushed open the door to the room, his countenance bearing a mix of concern and anticipation. However, as his gaze fell upon the figure lying before him, his steps faltered, and his eyes widened in bewilderment. There, in front of him, was someone who bore a striking resemblance to himself, dressed in Terrence's clothing.
Alessio stammers as he approaches Terrence “By the Farmhand the fifth... Terrence? Is that... you?” Terrence, still groggy and disoriented, struggled to make sense of the situation. He blinked, trying to focus his empty eyes on the familiar face before him.
“Alessio? Wha... what's going on? Why... do you look like me?” Terrence mumbles still hangover.
Alessio's gaze shifted from the transformed Terrence to the empty bottle clutched in his hand. Realization dawned upon him, and a mixture of guilt and concern washed over his features. “Terrence, my friend, it seems you've imbibed the Tainted Wine...” Alessio explained not wanting to say how he indulges in it, nor what ingredients it’s made out.
“Tainted... Wine? Is this why I look like you? Is… is there a way to reverse this?” Terrence asks confused about the whole situation.
“We are about to find out…” Alessio sighed with a defeated tone, it was supposed to be a friendly chat…