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Deep inhale. Long, long exhale.
"Research Log entry #62, 25th day of third quarter, 222 PR." Minerva's gloved hand began to scribble in the tiny journal. "As of this recording, it has been 19 days, 5 hours, and-" a brief glance at the unnecessarily gilded and gaudy clock hung up on the wall "-34 minutes since the inciting incident of my infection and subsequent first metamorphosis, as a result of my research into the fabled 'Primal mutation'. Further study since then has yielded satisfactory results, and confirmed several of prior assumptions regarding the curse's properties. Firstly, previous extractions and experimentations of my blood and tissue matter have had traces of wild magic cropping up in every sample I have used, confirming my estimation on how extensively intertwined with my DNA the mutation has become. All signs point to one conclusion: My curse and I have achieved total symbiosis. Any chance of a cure to my condition is now utterly impossible. My body is no longer what it used to be. For all intents and purposes, I am no longer human.
Exquisite.
Secondly, I believe I should give up any hope of achieving full consistency with each shift. It is like trying to draw a perfect circle, no matter how hard I focus, no matter how carefully I pace my growth, the changes are never completely 1:1 identical, my size is always a centimetre off from the previous shift, or the feathers sprout in a different pattern, or my wings are in completely different proportion. There was a long-standing assumption that this is the standard for every entity under the mutation's effects, seeing as how varied both humanoid mutant and animalistic monster species are, not including exterior circumstances commonly resulting in additional growth or deformities, and while I was eager to disprove as many rumours regarding the curse as possible, it seems that at least some general superstitions are indeed genuine fact, at least for now anyway. As someone who enjoys tidiness and organisation, I will admit that the knowledge of my powers being innately chaotic will bother me whenever I least expect it, however the differences are so minimal that only someone like me would really notice.
Thirdly, in spite of the irksome inconsistency, the beast forms I and my compatriots possess appear to display far greater utility then what I had previously surmised from my initial changes, and not just the enhanced ability either. For instance, I-"
SNAP
"Frick!" Came the sudden blurt of frustration as the black feather quill cracked and splintered suddenly in Minerva's grasp. Counting the blessing of the ink stored inside the snapped calamus somehow not spilling out onto the rest of the paper, Talos simply let out a gently annoyed sigh before leaning over to the metallic bin tucked in the corner, plopping the thing inside, and fishing out a fresh feather from a small desk drawer filled to the brim with them.
"-have taken note at how often I tend to shed redundant or loosened feathers whenever I spend time within my mutated state, particularly whenever the urge to 'prune' them overtakes me. -(mental note: I still need to get used to that no matter how weird it feels)-" She then continued as normal after a fresh inkwell dip. "While it seemed inconvenient, embarrassing, and rather unhygienic at first, I was delighted to discover that they are perfectly capable of retaining ink like many other avian species, meaning that I can save a fortune on replacement quills by simply picking up what I shed. Barring me, plenty of my associates in the Emerald scarves have reported similar conveniences, such as their leader, Mr Hermes, possessing a tail that displays extensively prehensile capability, as if he possessed a third arm. However, after allowing me to study this tail in detail the previous week, he made an off comment that has been domineering my thought process for some time now. 'I almost wish I had this thing all the time' he had said, after a balancing test involving a trio of wine glasses filled with sulfuric acid -(WHICH WAS MR PETERS' IDEA AND NOT MY IDEA BY THE WAY)-. And those words seemed to worm into me like a parasite, feeding a fire I had no idea was burning so brightly until now. Be it a quirk of an academic mind, or a calling from deep within my soul, something has tugged at me endlessly whenever I go too deep into my notes or fantasies. A simple, burning question that, even now, whispers in the back of my brain over, and over, and over again.
Was this all?
Was a simple transformation into a blend of human and beast the full capability of this gift?
Was there no further potential beyond what I have already experienced and witnessed?
Was the curse just as straightforward as it appeared on the surface?
Or....was there more?"
The young plague doctor then calmly cleared her throat, nerves starting to tingle in her brain as the moment of truth was approaching, her writing hand beginning to shake ever so slightly. "As I've stated before in my theories, desire is the primary means to controlling and operating the curse within the bodies of I and the Emerald Scarves. It is the bonding agent, the catalyst, the key. It forms our mutated states around our innate interests and characteristics, and activates or deactivates upon the push of our willpower. But how much control do we truly have over it? Just those basic essentials, or is it even more flexible than I have previously guessed? Can I do more than just 'turn into a raven'? If I wanted something different, really, really badly, then would the Mutation comply, having been bonded to my desire? Or is my theory just poppycock, and I may have to start my studies from scratch? There is only one way to truly tell."
With a sniff, a grunt, and a rapid inhale and exhale, Minerva then spun in her chair and looked out into the cold silence of the laboratory she sat herself within this very late night. Part of her wanted to get started, while the other was still too nervous. Dread and excitement writhed and roiled within her, her whole body now shaking and shuddering in anticipation. Then, with a sudden whimper, she spun back to the journal neatly placed on her desk and scribbled in further.
"So, going off Mercutio's comment, I've decided to attmpt: A partial transformation. I will not be fully transfOrming, instead I wilL be-"
A loud whimpering groan escaped the good doctor's lips as she stopped abruptly. 'Attempt' was spelled incorrectly, and her capitalization was getting inconsistent. The lust. The bloody lust. She was starting to get too horny to write effectively, her mind growing clouded out of focus. But she had to power through, she wanted this done now, and it wouldn't be a legitimate experiment if she didn't record and document everything beforehand.
So with a squeak, she kept writing, hoping the words still look discernible. And well...ah it didn't look.... that bad.
"As of this recOrding, I hav nOt UnderWeNt a tranSformatioN in 3 daYS. And jUst this afternOon, I aproached 1 of the harpies under hour command adn requested tht she trnsform in front of e, so I cold studi her Fe poditric reion. All tO maximize my desire for this very test. I am....not feeliNg great. As I wrIte this, my libedo is beginig to ache, to the point were it's hard to effectively. I can activEy FEEL mY oRgAns CHURNING IN ME. BloOdy ell Im so HOT-"
SNAP
"UGH!" Minerva suddenly cried as the new quill snapped again, causing her to just flop onto the desk, the leather beak of her mask smooshing against the wood. Another breathe in, another out. She was too horny to keep her hands steady now, the overwhelming aching and longing was growing too intense. So instead, psyching herself up to just get it over with, Minerva sat up, grabbed the journal and a fresh quill, plonked them onto her lap, spun in her chair again, and stared down.
Down at her little boots.
Sure, there were other body parts probably more subtitle for such a test. Her arms with the finest of motor control. Her wings which were limbs that didn't exist in human form. Even her head was a viable option, since the lass was 87% certain that the mental changes to her confidence and inhibitions triggered at the exact moment the mutation reached her brain.
But we all know what limbs Dr. Minerva Talos would choose first, and we all know exactly why.
So, Minnie simply steeled herself, and began to focus, breathing in, and out.
In. Out.
Gurrrrgle....
"mmmph!"
Like a dog hearing its beloved owner, the wild magic within Minerva's body perked up, and began to swirl itself into her flesh. No, she willed however. She didn't want the whole thing, no wings, no hand claws, no feathers, not even the beak.
Just....the feet.
It was an odd request, Minnie imagined. Being magic, the mutation wasn't likely capable of enough sentience to care about unusual orders, but she still felt it was prudent to make herself clear, in her brain. It was bonded to her desire after all, so she channelled it as much as she knew how. She created images in her mind, images of smooth, flawless skin shining in the sunlight, plush, engorged flesh gently squishing against her finger tips, and threadbare, straining sock fabric tearing, snapping, ripping and burst against the thick, meaty bare feet of an imaginary woman giggling in Minerva's mind. She didn't want to get too horny, lest she lose her focus and ruin the flow of concentration. But, a little bit of carnal fantasy would help this along very nicely. So she concentrated on those images, and told her curse: 'I want that.'
Buh-bump....Buh-bump...Buh-bump....
The Mutation churned inside her, her heart starting to throb and pump raw Wild Magic down through her bloodstream. Using the opportunity, she focused on her chest where pumps began, moving a hand up as if to clutch the magic itself. And then, still going off that grabbing the magic metaphor, she tugged, gently, slowly and intelligently shifting the focus from the heart across to her sternum, mentally comparing it to coaxing a potion to travel down a specific tube. And, wonderfully, the curse obeyed, the sternum suddenly pumping more intensely as the heart seemed to calm. So, that was the trick huh, at least in Minerva's case? Hopefully practice would speed it up, and remove the need to specifically guide with a hand, but this will certainly do for the time being.
With the potential technique in mind, she continued. Down her chest, into her naval, her stomach growling profusely. A flustered shiver as the pumping passed though her hips and crotch, her privates blazing with lust, as the magic began to split. Like cellular mitosis, the magic divided into halves, flowing into each thigh, causing them to gently swell in her trousers. The pumping was intensifying, getting impatient, but Minerva was getting the hang of this, a tiny, nervous, quivering, yet oh so giddy smile on her face. Down the thighs, across the knees, and finally into the calves. It was like casually dropping a water balloon onto her lower legs, because they were the ones she wanted to change. And to her delight, she felt no defiance from the Mutation. The pumping began to throb intensely in her calves. In her shins. Her ankles. Arches. Heels. Soles. And, of course, her toes.
All while she imagined her hands still in her gloves, her skin clear of fluff, her spine bereft of wings, even her beak was still a masked façade.
The desire, the lust, she pushed and indulged ever so slightly, ignoring all of the other sexy traits of her Raven self in favour of the sexiest part of all.
The feet.
Just the feet.
Just. The. Feet. (And lower legs too but shh we're ignoring that part.)
Bu-bump. Buh-BUMP. BUHBUMP, BUHBUMP, BUHBUMP.
"Hoooo....." The good doctor whimpered with a spreading blush, the toes inside her shoes and socks beginning to squirm. It was working!
The curse was eager by now, and already she was starting to feel the changes flow into her appendages, her breathing quickening in excitement as her dainty little feet gurgled and gurgled. Flesh began to bubble, rippling and writhing as her toes flexed and spread, sinew and nerves stuffing them thick. A brief broaden of foot width, and the toes splayed out wider. Strength was beginning to fill each set of digits, as Dr. Talos could physically feel finer motor control overtaking the tendons within the flesh, altering the meek little wiggles into powerful, prehensile grace. To accommodate the increasing might, the toes themselves increased, puffing up in dollops as ring and pinkie toes fused into one, the middle and long toes following suit, until each foot sported a trio of hulking, bloated digits. Meanwhile, the opposable toes seen on more avian style bodies began to push themselves into existence soon after the front ten become the front six. Minerva didn't quite understand how that part worked yet, she could feel the bones painfully crackling and shifting inside her flesh, as if the were moving around to suit the new structure, but outside of cutting her foot open and observing the internal changes directly, there was no way to truly tell what was going on in there, and Minnie sure as hell wasn't going to preform a live dissection on herself, she was obsessed, but not deranged.
Crrr-rrr-rrrRRRRRR-
"Ngh! O-o-oh my-mmph!"
Pump, pump, pump, pump. The boots were starting to get uncomfortable now, the socks inside wrapping tightly around the slowly expanding feet, compressing the bloating forms as the increasing sense of touch allowed Minnie to feel every single little seam rubbing against her softening skin. Gods above it was luxurious.
STREEE-EEE-E-E-E-E-EEEEEETCH
That was definitely a sound leather wasn't supposed to make. The boots she had donned today were some her less expensive footwear, each possessing only one buckled strap instead of the usual way too many, and those two straps were certainly uh, excuse the pun, 'putting in the legwork'. Minnie's lower legs were fattening so profusely that they looked comically squished into the upper calves of the boots, quivering flesh billowing over the top as the boots themselves deformed into lumpy shapes, and the squeezing socks and pinching boots pinched and squeezed the squeaking, chirping less delightedly. Soon Minerva could feel holes and tears starting to burst across her socks, tender skin rubbing into the straining inner stitching of her shoes, she felt like a balloon swelling into excess, like her feet were mutating into that of a goddess', and in spite of the pain, the pinching, the squeezing, the monstrosity of it all, she was adoring every single second of it.
"HaaaAAAGH! Nnnnggoooo-hoo-hoooo! Moooorrrre! S-s-s-sweeel... S-s-swee-eeEEE-llllLLL- AAH-AA-A-AA-AAAAACK-"
BURBLE-BURBLE, THROB-THROB-THROB-crrrreeeeeeeEEEAEAAEEEAAAAK-
CRACK RIP!
"GAHA-HAAH-HA-HAAGH!"
Then the claws sprouted, a bulky, glossy, ink black talon claw dwarfing the size of a human hand erupting from the tips of all eight toes, rupturing seams and stitching with a ghastly crunch. The tips of fleshy toes peaked out from the newly ripped gaps, sock fabric bursting across them, letting a rush of chilly indoor breeze tickle the glistening flesh, further spoiling the now giggling Dr. Talos. The sides of each boot burst across her calves and ankles with a 'POP-POP!', sock fabric tearing across gleaming grey skin as the straps began to split, buckles loudly groaning. Minnie's face was red hot with blush, the journal and quill in her hands completely forgotten, every centimetre of her attention pointed squarely at the overstuffed boots loudly quivering and straining before her, the engorged feet inside further gurgling and bubbling as she willed them to grow bigger, and bigger, and bigger.
BURBLEBURBLEBURBLE-GUUURRRGGLLLE!
THROBTHROBTHROBTHROB
BUHBUMPBUHBUMPBUHBUMPBUHBUMP
"Hgh...ngh....great....he-heavens-"
PAP! PAP! The straps loudly snapped.
BLUB-BLUB-BLUB-BLUB-BLUB-BLUB-BUH-BUMP!
"M-m-my socks!"
RIIIP, RIPRIPRIPRIIIP!
BURRRBLE, BURRRBLE, BUUUURRRRBLE!
CRRREEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAACK
"NNNNGH-AA-A-AAAAACK! HAAAAAAAAAAAAGH-"
Crack. C-CRACK
RIIIIIIIIIII-BMMMPH!
And then the boots burst open.
Fine leather split and ripped apart across bulging foot meat, sock fabric straining and snapping against bouncy, squishy skin. The scraps and pieces clunked and clattered onto the floor inelegantly, as Minerva's hulking bare feet roared and bulked with gurgles, before with a final, bloated bulge, the pumping slowly calmed, and the feet throbbed gently in the frigid laboratory air. And best of all, the rest of the good doctor was just as human as she was this morning, only her formerly meek little feet had bloated into the hulking monstrosities twitching in relief before her.
"HuUuUugh.....hooo..." Minnie was practically out of breath. "I....I did it." She soon beamed giddily, flexing the engorged toes to ensure that the talons were indeed hers. "I did it! Flawless partial transformation, right on the first try! That was...shockingly easy, actually. Huh. I...I uh...ah whatever!"
It was rather surreal, being barefoot with the rest of the uniform still intact. Her off-handed guess about the mental changes occurring when the cranial region began to shift seemed partially true as well, because she still felt so sheepish, bashful, and even rather ashamed at a blatant defiance of the compulsion. But she was just...so...happy, so giddy, so joyful, that she didn't care.
Instead, she savoured the glorious relief and pleasure of the bulked up feet, flexing, wiggling and spreading the prehensile toes gleefully before tentatively planting her soles onto the ground, and standing up, shivering and giggling at how cold and smooth the floor felt against her skin. It just felt so good.
So good in fact that she soon began to slowly step around her lab, letting each meaty thump of her footsteps caress and echo in her ears, further brightening the blush. She had plopped the journal onto a table and the quill onto the floor, intending to further document, only to immediately lose the plot and begin stepping around the lab, as one with autism would usually do.
"OoooOOH~! This is marvellous! The opportunities! The implications! The indulgences. I shouldn't be thinking these kinds of thoughts in human form, yet I am! I must be experiencing an excess of dopamine, from the adrenaline or...or...or just the slight mental adjustments? OOO! Emotional alterations caused by body parts?! Oh my, OH MY! I-... goodness me I'm so...energetic! I....I need to calm down, I'm quite literally not thinking straight. Hooo...Oh this almost as good as the full transformation. The euphoria is here, but weaker than the entire raven. Which, I guess is a bit of give-e-eeeEAAACK-. DA-AH-AHAAA- AAAAACK-"
RIPCRACKBURSTRIIIIIIIIP!
And then, Minerva found the catch. A simple stray thought about the raven, and how it was just slightly better then the partially changed feet, and in seconds her gloves rupture, her shirt and trousers burst across feathers, wings and tail feathers tear her coat to shreds, the plague mask snaps off with a loud pop, and even the feet swell into even more monstrous forms. In one moment, she's a little plague doctor with engorged bare talon feet, and the next, she's a hulking raven beast....with engorged bare talon feet.
"Wh-...whu-..." The good doctor stuttered, glancing down at her suddenly transformed body. The dots were made in her now far more composed mind. Partial change was piss easy, so long as you keep up focus. Any thought gets too close to bestial home, and bloop, the limb overtakes the body. She should probably pick that quill back up and take note of this while she still knew what to say-
SNAP
"Oh bugger all!"
So I wanted to introduce the idea that the mutation is capable of a lot of transformation stuff, including that of partial transformation. So I got
50percentgrey to do a comic based around it.
That's a lie actually, I wanted 50percentgrey to actually just draw Minerva bursting out of her shoes and socks again.
Enjoy.
Artwork by: 50percentgrey
"Research Log entry #62, 25th day of third quarter, 222 PR." Minerva's gloved hand began to scribble in the tiny journal. "As of this recording, it has been 19 days, 5 hours, and-" a brief glance at the unnecessarily gilded and gaudy clock hung up on the wall "-34 minutes since the inciting incident of my infection and subsequent first metamorphosis, as a result of my research into the fabled 'Primal mutation'. Further study since then has yielded satisfactory results, and confirmed several of prior assumptions regarding the curse's properties. Firstly, previous extractions and experimentations of my blood and tissue matter have had traces of wild magic cropping up in every sample I have used, confirming my estimation on how extensively intertwined with my DNA the mutation has become. All signs point to one conclusion: My curse and I have achieved total symbiosis. Any chance of a cure to my condition is now utterly impossible. My body is no longer what it used to be. For all intents and purposes, I am no longer human.
Exquisite.
Secondly, I believe I should give up any hope of achieving full consistency with each shift. It is like trying to draw a perfect circle, no matter how hard I focus, no matter how carefully I pace my growth, the changes are never completely 1:1 identical, my size is always a centimetre off from the previous shift, or the feathers sprout in a different pattern, or my wings are in completely different proportion. There was a long-standing assumption that this is the standard for every entity under the mutation's effects, seeing as how varied both humanoid mutant and animalistic monster species are, not including exterior circumstances commonly resulting in additional growth or deformities, and while I was eager to disprove as many rumours regarding the curse as possible, it seems that at least some general superstitions are indeed genuine fact, at least for now anyway. As someone who enjoys tidiness and organisation, I will admit that the knowledge of my powers being innately chaotic will bother me whenever I least expect it, however the differences are so minimal that only someone like me would really notice.
Thirdly, in spite of the irksome inconsistency, the beast forms I and my compatriots possess appear to display far greater utility then what I had previously surmised from my initial changes, and not just the enhanced ability either. For instance, I-"
SNAP
"Frick!" Came the sudden blurt of frustration as the black feather quill cracked and splintered suddenly in Minerva's grasp. Counting the blessing of the ink stored inside the snapped calamus somehow not spilling out onto the rest of the paper, Talos simply let out a gently annoyed sigh before leaning over to the metallic bin tucked in the corner, plopping the thing inside, and fishing out a fresh feather from a small desk drawer filled to the brim with them.
"-have taken note at how often I tend to shed redundant or loosened feathers whenever I spend time within my mutated state, particularly whenever the urge to 'prune' them overtakes me. -(mental note: I still need to get used to that no matter how weird it feels)-" She then continued as normal after a fresh inkwell dip. "While it seemed inconvenient, embarrassing, and rather unhygienic at first, I was delighted to discover that they are perfectly capable of retaining ink like many other avian species, meaning that I can save a fortune on replacement quills by simply picking up what I shed. Barring me, plenty of my associates in the Emerald scarves have reported similar conveniences, such as their leader, Mr Hermes, possessing a tail that displays extensively prehensile capability, as if he possessed a third arm. However, after allowing me to study this tail in detail the previous week, he made an off comment that has been domineering my thought process for some time now. 'I almost wish I had this thing all the time' he had said, after a balancing test involving a trio of wine glasses filled with sulfuric acid -(WHICH WAS MR PETERS' IDEA AND NOT MY IDEA BY THE WAY)-. And those words seemed to worm into me like a parasite, feeding a fire I had no idea was burning so brightly until now. Be it a quirk of an academic mind, or a calling from deep within my soul, something has tugged at me endlessly whenever I go too deep into my notes or fantasies. A simple, burning question that, even now, whispers in the back of my brain over, and over, and over again.
Was this all?
Was a simple transformation into a blend of human and beast the full capability of this gift?
Was there no further potential beyond what I have already experienced and witnessed?
Was the curse just as straightforward as it appeared on the surface?
Or....was there more?"
The young plague doctor then calmly cleared her throat, nerves starting to tingle in her brain as the moment of truth was approaching, her writing hand beginning to shake ever so slightly. "As I've stated before in my theories, desire is the primary means to controlling and operating the curse within the bodies of I and the Emerald Scarves. It is the bonding agent, the catalyst, the key. It forms our mutated states around our innate interests and characteristics, and activates or deactivates upon the push of our willpower. But how much control do we truly have over it? Just those basic essentials, or is it even more flexible than I have previously guessed? Can I do more than just 'turn into a raven'? If I wanted something different, really, really badly, then would the Mutation comply, having been bonded to my desire? Or is my theory just poppycock, and I may have to start my studies from scratch? There is only one way to truly tell."
With a sniff, a grunt, and a rapid inhale and exhale, Minerva then spun in her chair and looked out into the cold silence of the laboratory she sat herself within this very late night. Part of her wanted to get started, while the other was still too nervous. Dread and excitement writhed and roiled within her, her whole body now shaking and shuddering in anticipation. Then, with a sudden whimper, she spun back to the journal neatly placed on her desk and scribbled in further.
"So, going off Mercutio's comment, I've decided to attmpt: A partial transformation. I will not be fully transfOrming, instead I wilL be-"
A loud whimpering groan escaped the good doctor's lips as she stopped abruptly. 'Attempt' was spelled incorrectly, and her capitalization was getting inconsistent. The lust. The bloody lust. She was starting to get too horny to write effectively, her mind growing clouded out of focus. But she had to power through, she wanted this done now, and it wouldn't be a legitimate experiment if she didn't record and document everything beforehand.
So with a squeak, she kept writing, hoping the words still look discernible. And well...ah it didn't look.... that bad.
"As of this recOrding, I hav nOt UnderWeNt a tranSformatioN in 3 daYS. And jUst this afternOon, I aproached 1 of the harpies under hour command adn requested tht she trnsform in front of e, so I cold studi her Fe poditric reion. All tO maximize my desire for this very test. I am....not feeliNg great. As I wrIte this, my libedo is beginig to ache, to the point were it's hard to effectively. I can activEy FEEL mY oRgAns CHURNING IN ME. BloOdy ell Im so HOT-"
SNAP
"UGH!" Minerva suddenly cried as the new quill snapped again, causing her to just flop onto the desk, the leather beak of her mask smooshing against the wood. Another breathe in, another out. She was too horny to keep her hands steady now, the overwhelming aching and longing was growing too intense. So instead, psyching herself up to just get it over with, Minerva sat up, grabbed the journal and a fresh quill, plonked them onto her lap, spun in her chair again, and stared down.
Down at her little boots.
Sure, there were other body parts probably more subtitle for such a test. Her arms with the finest of motor control. Her wings which were limbs that didn't exist in human form. Even her head was a viable option, since the lass was 87% certain that the mental changes to her confidence and inhibitions triggered at the exact moment the mutation reached her brain.
But we all know what limbs Dr. Minerva Talos would choose first, and we all know exactly why.
So, Minnie simply steeled herself, and began to focus, breathing in, and out.
In. Out.
Gurrrrgle....
"mmmph!"
Like a dog hearing its beloved owner, the wild magic within Minerva's body perked up, and began to swirl itself into her flesh. No, she willed however. She didn't want the whole thing, no wings, no hand claws, no feathers, not even the beak.
Just....the feet.
It was an odd request, Minnie imagined. Being magic, the mutation wasn't likely capable of enough sentience to care about unusual orders, but she still felt it was prudent to make herself clear, in her brain. It was bonded to her desire after all, so she channelled it as much as she knew how. She created images in her mind, images of smooth, flawless skin shining in the sunlight, plush, engorged flesh gently squishing against her finger tips, and threadbare, straining sock fabric tearing, snapping, ripping and burst against the thick, meaty bare feet of an imaginary woman giggling in Minerva's mind. She didn't want to get too horny, lest she lose her focus and ruin the flow of concentration. But, a little bit of carnal fantasy would help this along very nicely. So she concentrated on those images, and told her curse: 'I want that.'
Buh-bump....Buh-bump...Buh-bump....
The Mutation churned inside her, her heart starting to throb and pump raw Wild Magic down through her bloodstream. Using the opportunity, she focused on her chest where pumps began, moving a hand up as if to clutch the magic itself. And then, still going off that grabbing the magic metaphor, she tugged, gently, slowly and intelligently shifting the focus from the heart across to her sternum, mentally comparing it to coaxing a potion to travel down a specific tube. And, wonderfully, the curse obeyed, the sternum suddenly pumping more intensely as the heart seemed to calm. So, that was the trick huh, at least in Minerva's case? Hopefully practice would speed it up, and remove the need to specifically guide with a hand, but this will certainly do for the time being.
With the potential technique in mind, she continued. Down her chest, into her naval, her stomach growling profusely. A flustered shiver as the pumping passed though her hips and crotch, her privates blazing with lust, as the magic began to split. Like cellular mitosis, the magic divided into halves, flowing into each thigh, causing them to gently swell in her trousers. The pumping was intensifying, getting impatient, but Minerva was getting the hang of this, a tiny, nervous, quivering, yet oh so giddy smile on her face. Down the thighs, across the knees, and finally into the calves. It was like casually dropping a water balloon onto her lower legs, because they were the ones she wanted to change. And to her delight, she felt no defiance from the Mutation. The pumping began to throb intensely in her calves. In her shins. Her ankles. Arches. Heels. Soles. And, of course, her toes.
All while she imagined her hands still in her gloves, her skin clear of fluff, her spine bereft of wings, even her beak was still a masked façade.
The desire, the lust, she pushed and indulged ever so slightly, ignoring all of the other sexy traits of her Raven self in favour of the sexiest part of all.
The feet.
Just the feet.
Just. The. Feet. (And lower legs too but shh we're ignoring that part.)
Bu-bump. Buh-BUMP. BUHBUMP, BUHBUMP, BUHBUMP.
"Hoooo....." The good doctor whimpered with a spreading blush, the toes inside her shoes and socks beginning to squirm. It was working!
The curse was eager by now, and already she was starting to feel the changes flow into her appendages, her breathing quickening in excitement as her dainty little feet gurgled and gurgled. Flesh began to bubble, rippling and writhing as her toes flexed and spread, sinew and nerves stuffing them thick. A brief broaden of foot width, and the toes splayed out wider. Strength was beginning to fill each set of digits, as Dr. Talos could physically feel finer motor control overtaking the tendons within the flesh, altering the meek little wiggles into powerful, prehensile grace. To accommodate the increasing might, the toes themselves increased, puffing up in dollops as ring and pinkie toes fused into one, the middle and long toes following suit, until each foot sported a trio of hulking, bloated digits. Meanwhile, the opposable toes seen on more avian style bodies began to push themselves into existence soon after the front ten become the front six. Minerva didn't quite understand how that part worked yet, she could feel the bones painfully crackling and shifting inside her flesh, as if the were moving around to suit the new structure, but outside of cutting her foot open and observing the internal changes directly, there was no way to truly tell what was going on in there, and Minnie sure as hell wasn't going to preform a live dissection on herself, she was obsessed, but not deranged.
Crrr-rrr-rrrRRRRRR-
"Ngh! O-o-oh my-mmph!"
Pump, pump, pump, pump. The boots were starting to get uncomfortable now, the socks inside wrapping tightly around the slowly expanding feet, compressing the bloating forms as the increasing sense of touch allowed Minnie to feel every single little seam rubbing against her softening skin. Gods above it was luxurious.
STREEE-EEE-E-E-E-E-EEEEEETCH
That was definitely a sound leather wasn't supposed to make. The boots she had donned today were some her less expensive footwear, each possessing only one buckled strap instead of the usual way too many, and those two straps were certainly uh, excuse the pun, 'putting in the legwork'. Minnie's lower legs were fattening so profusely that they looked comically squished into the upper calves of the boots, quivering flesh billowing over the top as the boots themselves deformed into lumpy shapes, and the squeezing socks and pinching boots pinched and squeezed the squeaking, chirping less delightedly. Soon Minerva could feel holes and tears starting to burst across her socks, tender skin rubbing into the straining inner stitching of her shoes, she felt like a balloon swelling into excess, like her feet were mutating into that of a goddess', and in spite of the pain, the pinching, the squeezing, the monstrosity of it all, she was adoring every single second of it.
"HaaaAAAGH! Nnnnggoooo-hoo-hoooo! Moooorrrre! S-s-s-sweeel... S-s-swee-eeEEE-llllLLL- AAH-AA-A-AA-AAAAACK-"
BURBLE-BURBLE, THROB-THROB-THROB-crrrreeeeeeeEEEAEAAEEEAAAAK-
CRACK RIP!
"GAHA-HAAH-HA-HAAGH!"
Then the claws sprouted, a bulky, glossy, ink black talon claw dwarfing the size of a human hand erupting from the tips of all eight toes, rupturing seams and stitching with a ghastly crunch. The tips of fleshy toes peaked out from the newly ripped gaps, sock fabric bursting across them, letting a rush of chilly indoor breeze tickle the glistening flesh, further spoiling the now giggling Dr. Talos. The sides of each boot burst across her calves and ankles with a 'POP-POP!', sock fabric tearing across gleaming grey skin as the straps began to split, buckles loudly groaning. Minnie's face was red hot with blush, the journal and quill in her hands completely forgotten, every centimetre of her attention pointed squarely at the overstuffed boots loudly quivering and straining before her, the engorged feet inside further gurgling and bubbling as she willed them to grow bigger, and bigger, and bigger.
BURBLEBURBLEBURBLE-GUUURRRGGLLLE!
THROBTHROBTHROBTHROB
BUHBUMPBUHBUMPBUHBUMPBUHBUMP
"Hgh...ngh....great....he-heavens-"
PAP! PAP! The straps loudly snapped.
BLUB-BLUB-BLUB-BLUB-BLUB-BLUB-BUH-BUMP!
"M-m-my socks!"
RIIIP, RIPRIPRIPRIIIP!
BURRRBLE, BURRRBLE, BUUUURRRRBLE!
CRRREEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAACK
"NNNNGH-AA-A-AAAAACK! HAAAAAAAAAAAAGH-"
Crack. C-CRACK
RIIIIIIIIIII-BMMMPH!
And then the boots burst open.
Fine leather split and ripped apart across bulging foot meat, sock fabric straining and snapping against bouncy, squishy skin. The scraps and pieces clunked and clattered onto the floor inelegantly, as Minerva's hulking bare feet roared and bulked with gurgles, before with a final, bloated bulge, the pumping slowly calmed, and the feet throbbed gently in the frigid laboratory air. And best of all, the rest of the good doctor was just as human as she was this morning, only her formerly meek little feet had bloated into the hulking monstrosities twitching in relief before her.
"HuUuUugh.....hooo..." Minnie was practically out of breath. "I....I did it." She soon beamed giddily, flexing the engorged toes to ensure that the talons were indeed hers. "I did it! Flawless partial transformation, right on the first try! That was...shockingly easy, actually. Huh. I...I uh...ah whatever!"
It was rather surreal, being barefoot with the rest of the uniform still intact. Her off-handed guess about the mental changes occurring when the cranial region began to shift seemed partially true as well, because she still felt so sheepish, bashful, and even rather ashamed at a blatant defiance of the compulsion. But she was just...so...happy, so giddy, so joyful, that she didn't care.
Instead, she savoured the glorious relief and pleasure of the bulked up feet, flexing, wiggling and spreading the prehensile toes gleefully before tentatively planting her soles onto the ground, and standing up, shivering and giggling at how cold and smooth the floor felt against her skin. It just felt so good.
So good in fact that she soon began to slowly step around her lab, letting each meaty thump of her footsteps caress and echo in her ears, further brightening the blush. She had plopped the journal onto a table and the quill onto the floor, intending to further document, only to immediately lose the plot and begin stepping around the lab, as one with autism would usually do.
"OoooOOH~! This is marvellous! The opportunities! The implications! The indulgences. I shouldn't be thinking these kinds of thoughts in human form, yet I am! I must be experiencing an excess of dopamine, from the adrenaline or...or...or just the slight mental adjustments? OOO! Emotional alterations caused by body parts?! Oh my, OH MY! I-... goodness me I'm so...energetic! I....I need to calm down, I'm quite literally not thinking straight. Hooo...Oh this almost as good as the full transformation. The euphoria is here, but weaker than the entire raven. Which, I guess is a bit of give-e-eeeEAAACK-. DA-AH-AHAAA- AAAAACK-"
RIPCRACKBURSTRIIIIIIIIP!
And then, Minerva found the catch. A simple stray thought about the raven, and how it was just slightly better then the partially changed feet, and in seconds her gloves rupture, her shirt and trousers burst across feathers, wings and tail feathers tear her coat to shreds, the plague mask snaps off with a loud pop, and even the feet swell into even more monstrous forms. In one moment, she's a little plague doctor with engorged bare talon feet, and the next, she's a hulking raven beast....with engorged bare talon feet.
"Wh-...whu-..." The good doctor stuttered, glancing down at her suddenly transformed body. The dots were made in her now far more composed mind. Partial change was piss easy, so long as you keep up focus. Any thought gets too close to bestial home, and bloop, the limb overtakes the body. She should probably pick that quill back up and take note of this while she still knew what to say-
SNAP
"Oh bugger all!"
So I wanted to introduce the idea that the mutation is capable of a lot of transformation stuff, including that of partial transformation. So I got
50percentgrey to do a comic based around it.That's a lie actually, I wanted
50percentgrey to actually just draw Minerva bursting out of her shoes and socks again.Enjoy.
Artwork by:
50percentgrey
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Corvid
Gender Female
Size 1193 x 3088px
File Size 470.8 kB
I wonder what the Scarf Goons would think of Minnie casually walking through the base with those bloated bird steppers.
They'd probably have to do a double take, cuz we gotta big mutant raven on the bottom, and for the rest we gotta plague doc on top. It'd be like watching someone on stilts, granted they're huge engorged pillowy stilts. xD
They'd probably have to do a double take, cuz we gotta big mutant raven on the bottom, and for the rest we gotta plague doc on top. It'd be like watching someone on stilts, granted they're huge engorged pillowy stilts. xD
There would certainly be confusion, probably a lot of "How the fuck is that supposed to be practical". I'd imagine Minnie doesn't do it often unless she's in her own home, so it's more likely she either tells them ahead of time, or they just come in one day and see her giddily doting about and would have several questions, especially the non-mutant scarves.
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