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Description
From description on DA image:
“(art is a sketch study based on: derpibooru.org/images/1948388?q=artist%3Aholivi)” (>>1948388)
“(art is a sketch study based on: derpibooru.org/images/1948388?q=artist%3Aholivi)” (>>1948388)
Alrighty then,thanks
Edited
The image this artist did a “sketch study” on is linked to/credited in the actual DeviantArt description.
I’ll be sure to edit the description to include that.
My big, embarrassing purple ears twitched involuntarily. They couldn’t help but pick up all of my classmates’ secret whispers, just like big, twitchy pair of embarrassing purple radar…
“Who is she?”
“What is she?”
“Where did she come from?”
“Are those ears real?”
“Is it human…?”
“I dunno, I think she’s kinda cute…”
“I’d hit it…”
I fidgeted at my desk. So far, coming back to school had been a big mistake – but what other choice did I have at this point? It was Monday – another day of school-skipping would’ve earned a telephone call to my parents, and I really didn’t want them getting involved in all this shit… Plus, maybe I could find something in that weirdo professor’s office that could somewhat change back…
I had to hold out hope.
“Maybe it’s part of some weird, new viral Hot Topic marketing campaign…”
“It’s a Lisa Frank-enstein!!”
I sighed, sitting up in my chair, knotting up my hair into a ponytail and pretending like I didn’t hear them… Truth is, I knew I’d be cracking jokes & talking shit right there with ‘em if something as freakish as me ever just kind of… showed up randomly one day in homeroom class…
I knew I looked freaky as hell.
I knew I was a fucking inhuman abomination…
All last weekend, my body had mercilessly continued all the horrible changes from Friday & earlier…
My ears had finished creeping all the way up the sides of my skull, leaving me with these obnoxious radar dishes jutting up from my temples. The hair on my freakish little rounded skull now reached my shoulders… and the hair sprouting rudely from my tail now reached the floor. The goddamn unicorn horn embedded in my scalp had finished growing, too.
I tapped at it.
The sensation was just… unnatural.
My tiny body shuddered.
Fuck… this thing had to be at least like, what? – 4 inches long, now…
…
The same, unfortunately, couldn’t be said for my cock, which, this morning – in tears – I came to discover had shrunk down to almost nothing.
And in its place was… a fucking pussy.
A fully-formed, honest-to-goodness, no-goddamn-bullshit motherfucking vagina.
…
If I ever get my hands on the cocksucker who did this to me, I am going to wring the fuck out of his fucking little dipshit pencil-neck. No shit, I swear – I am going to ram this fucking unicorn horn straight up his asshole.
That motherfucker better actually be fucking dead, ‘cuz if he’s not, I swear to God, I am going to fucking kill him. No bullshit…
Maybe rip his balls off – chop his dick off – see how much he fucking likes it…
Anyway, I’m not even gonna try to to describe what it feels like to have this weird, gaping hole in your taint when no such thing had ever been there previously… it felt weird & gross & profoundly uncomfortable to think about for very long.
It felt… vulnerable.
It’s like – you have this really cool sword, or this awesome gun… and then, one day, someone comes along and decides to just take it away, and instead you get this like… this gaping gash, or like… a bullet wound or something… and, like, that’s supposed to be your replacement for that really cool sword, or whatever…
That’s what it felt like.
…
I REALLY miss my cock.
“Do you think it has… feelings?”
Slumping back down in my chair, I buried my face in my hands on my desk. I felt sad… sad & alone. Trying to explain my situation to the school administration this morning had been exhausting enough. And now – well – let’s just say I was definitely way more used to dishing out than I was to receiving…
“Guys, come on, grow up…! It’s obviously just some super-smart little elementary-school girl who got bumped up a few grades… and she just has a clinical compassion for cosplay, or something…”
“Adoooorable%!”
“She does look like she could be pretty smart, I guess…”
“I just wanna squeeze her%!”
“She’s just so tiny~!”
It was true.
I was now 4’9” – a foot and a half shorter than I had been a week ago.
In a desperate effort try and somehow slow down the changes, I had basically decided just to starve myself all weekend – I figured that by not eating, my body wouldn’t have the energy to keep transforming me into what increasingly seemed to be some weirdo professor’s anthropomorphic wet dream…
Anyway, it didn’t work. In fact, I’m pretty sure I just ended up even shorter than I would have been otherwise – as hellbent as my body was on making damn sure I turn all the way into Twinkly Twinkle or whatever-the-fuck, it seemed like the less I ate the more it just used my existing bodymass to fuel the changes…
The end result? Well – here I was… fucking miniscule, looking like a Holocaust survivor… or some weird Euro-fashion model with an eating disorder… or something.
Bored – one side of my head still firmly planted on the surface of my desk – my hands ran idly down either side of my waiflike figure. My waist was so skinny that my fingers looked like they could almost touch each other. A grown man’s hands could probably wrap all the way around, and then some…
My tiny hands reached the gentle bowl of my hips – probably the only part of my frame that hadn’t shrank. Instead, they seemed to have stuck around, or maybe even widened, making my rear-end seem downright plump & cushion-y compared to the slender beanpole of my torso.
Finally, without really thinking about it, my left hand slid itself over to the cradle of my left shoulder and my fingers began to tweak absentmindedly at my bra-strap.
Ugh…
I hated the fact that I basically had to wear a bra now. The thin wafers of swollen flesh surrounding my nipples had continued to engorge themselves with blood until the tiny bee-stings of my breast buds had fully bloomed into tiny, soft, squishy little mounds, perky & unaffected by gravity. And sensitive, too – without a bra, the feeling of raw cotton brushing against my nipples was distracting it was almost painful. And so I pretty much had to wear a bra… I didn’t have any choice.
I needed a B cup. Predictably, my sister had been more than happy to let me borrow one of her old bras…
Bleh…
Sitting up again, I stretched puny, twig-like, alien arms into the air behind me, stifling a yawn.
Basically, every single fiber of my being was exhausted.
“Don’t you guys know your cartoons? That’s a Twilight Sparkle cosplay!”
Byron’s voice, of course.
That little fucking dweeb would be a Pretty Tiny Ponies fan…
“What is it wearing?”
I looked down at my outfit: thigh-high stockings and a flowing plaid purple skirt, topped off with a skimpy black V-neck halter-top that totally bared my midriff.
These clothes were way too revealing.
Leftovers from my little sister’s “goth phase” in middle school, Monica swore to me over & over again that these were the only clothes she still owned that would fit my petite little 4’9” frame.
And my dumb ass believed her…
I sighed, fiddling with a choker collar around my neck that I didn’t even remember putting on. Even my little sister was mocking me. I wished I could just think clearly – but my brain was just too goddamn worn out to pull it all together.
Turns out, transforming into a dinky little subhuman fetish-abomination in less than a week really took a lot out of a guy…
Who woulda thought…?
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(art is a sketch study based on: https://derpibooru.org/images/1948388?q=artist%3Aholivi
This is part of the (semi-abandoned) Skyler Sparkle story: https://www.deviantart.com/horselover-fat-01/gallery/73420147/skyler-sparkle
I had bigger plans for this story, but now I’m working on a brand new idea that I like ever better, so I’m dumping what I got now.
Edited because: Rule #7: story included in dA description is above rating
Tracer.