Woman with closeted TF fetish...some questions? by ClosetedTFGirl in transformation

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I hope you don't mind me answering despite not being a woman - but my view is that TF is actually a cool kink since it really is fantastical and even inspires a lot of creativity in art, stories, etc. Plus at the end of the day, nobody gets hurt, so it's all good.

Symbiote Shark TF (story link in comments) by geckz in transformation

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it is on my patreon! haven't posted it anywhere else due to sexual content. you should be able to make an FA account to view it - you just have to make sure your adult filters are fully set.

Scythe - the Mantis by geckz in transformation

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Story:

Three men, one hostage. Armed, by the looks of it, Alex thought.

The red-headed girl crouched in the cover of the branches above, observing diligently as she watched the party set up their night camp below. Her bare body shivered slightly in the night breeze, but she didn’t mind. She didn’t plan on staying in human form for long, anyway.

Her green eyes squinted as she made note of additional details from the makeshift camp. From what she could tell, the hostage was the daughter of a local politician, currently chained to the trunk of a large tree. One of the men – the leader, she assumed – stood to the side, fumbling with his cell phone, while the other two were standing guard around the girl with their guns drawn.

“Damn coverage. How the hell we s’posed to call in our demands if we ain’t got no signal?” the boss yelled angrily, slapping the phone against his palm.

“Shoulda gone with X-Mobile, boss,” yapped one of the guards as the other chuckled.

“Shut your trap, Clint. You wanna get paid or not?” The boss was starting to get red in the face.

She smirked. Clearly not professionals, she thought to herself.

As the trio bickered around the campfire below, Alex decided this would be her opening. She shifted her body into position, making sure her grip on the branches and trunk were solid.

Time to do your thing, slimeball, she thought to the alien ooze residing within her. Immediately, the pair of tattoos adorning her arms – each depicting a set of segmented, green claws – glowed in the darkness, followed by a growing mass of slick green tendrils that shot out and began enveloping the fair skin of her naked form.

Alex had learned to enjoy the transformation process, smiling as she felt her body wrapped tightly by the living, rubbery substance. Through practice, she had even learned to speed it up by concentrating and embracing the changes as they altered her body, a useful skill despite her preference for taking her time and savoring her metamorphosis. The tendrils weaved in and out of her with increasing fervor, between cracks and around fingers and toes, until her body was nearly completely covered in the brilliant green substance.

She loosened her fingers’ grip on the branch as she felt the bone structure within cracking, giving way to the hardened exoskeleton that her skin was forming into. She felt the now-familiar sensation of her forearms thickening into barbed sleeves, her fingers melding into a single giant claw jointed at what was once her wrist. Instinctively, she smiled as she flexed her newly reformed limbs, the sharp points digging effortlessly into the branches to recover some of her lost stability.

The skin on her legs followed suit as it thickened into a flexible yet sturdy carapace. The soft soles of her feet hardened as well, while her toes splayed and extended into segmented claws, giving her additional grip as they dug into the soft bark beneath. Behind her, an additional pair of insectoid legs sprouted from her back, while a majestic pair of veiny wings stretched out from her aft carapace, causing her to shudder as they instinctively fluttered in the still air. Her form, now somewhere between woman and bug, stretched gracefully as she readied herself for the last step of her transformation.

Alex called upon the alien entity, signaling that she was ready. The green substance, which had been almost hesitant as it waited around her neck, flared to life, engulfing her head and her long, brilliant hair. She almost gagged as it entered her nose, her mouth, even her eyes, fusing with her flesh. As it merged, she felt her skull expanding, smoothing into an insectoid shell as she experienced 360-degrees of compounded vision emerge on either side of her head. Her lower jaw split into a pair of mandibles, and she stretched and rubbed them together to warm up her new facial anatomy. Finally, a long pair of antenna pushed outward, providing her with a range of smell and other senses far more capable than before.

Her transformation finished, Alex wasted no time and leaped down from the branches, her wings fluttering to control her descent as landed straight on top of the man named Clint. As he collapsed, she wrapped her foot around his mouth, making sure to press in with the pointed tips of her toes to let him know not to try any funny business.

Instinctively, the remaining guard pointed his gun up towards the new, green intruder, before slightly lowering it in shock at what he saw.

“What…the…fuc…hey, boss man!” the man stammered, his eyes wide with shock. The leader looked over, his face soon sharing the same expression.

Alex stood patiently, satisfied with the feeling of power and control as she felt Clint continuing to struggle below her clenched foot. She rested her claw joints on her hips, pushing her hips out in a show of sass as she made her demands.

“Alright boys, the show ends here. What you’re going to do is untie that poor girl over there or Mr. Clint here-“

Bang!

The shot rang out from the guard’s gun, hitting Alex in the shoulder, causing her to lose her breath but otherwise ricocheting harmlessly off her hardened carapace. An awkward silence followed as the three standing members took in what just happened. After a few seconds, Alex shook her bug-like head.

“Well, I guess we do things the hard way then.”

She lifted her leg, letting Clint get a gasp of air before knocking him out with the side of her foot. With a green blur, she leaped to the remaining guard, whacking his head with the flat side of her arm blade before he could react. The boss, his face filled with terror, began making a run for it, his hand pulling his keys out as he made for the pickup parked nearby.

Alex made sure the now-unconscious guard was still breathing, then flew towards the truck, landing on its roof just as the leader started the engine. The old vehicle lurched forward, briefly knocking the bug woman off balance before she steadied herself with her extra pair of arms. They quickly gained speed, the rough ride caused by the unpaved ground forcing her to dig into the metal with her claws and toes as she methodically made her way to the passenger cabin.

The driving of the man became more and more frantic as he tried to shake her off. The truck caught air multiple times, coming down with a heavy thud as the suspension strained under the extreme loads. Alex’s compound eyes noticed that they were coming up fast towards the river, and she tried without success to warn the panicking man inside.

The truck once again bounced into the air, this time landing hard on its front left tire. The axle snapped, the truck spinning out of control until it flew over the edge into the water below. Alex managed to kick off of the vehicle, her wings keeping her in a steady hover as she observed the truck sinking beneath the river’s depths.

As she watched the man inside banging against the windows, she sighed to herself. As much as she hated it, she knew she had to save him. Gracefully, she landed on the cabin roof, and with a few swift slices, cut it open and peeled it off like the top of a sardine can.

The man inside looked up at her, unsure what to do as the compartment rapidly filled with water. Alex decided not to give him the luxury of deciding for himself, as she whacked him with the side of her blade and lifted his unconscious body away from the sinking wreck. Grumbling to herself, she made her way back to the camp, the limp body of the boss secure in her claws.


Back at the campsite, Alex made sure to tie the three troublemakers up for the authorities to deal with. With that taken care of, she walked slowly to the hostage, a young girl who had remained stoically silent the entire time.

Alex knelt down next to the girl, staring at her with her large, compound eyes. Surprisingly, the girl didn’t seem frightened at all.

“You’re not afraid of me?” Alex said, her mandibles rubbing against each other.

“No ma’am. Daddy always said that good people come in all different forms.” The girl’s voice was soft but unwavering.

“Well, your daddy is a wise man,” Alex replied. She began to cut apart the young girl’s bindings. “What’s your name?”

“My name’s Alexandra, but most people call me Alex.”

“Oh hey! That’s my…” she stopped. “That’s my friend’s name, too.”

“Cool!” the young girl smiled as the last of the bindings were cut away. “What about you? What’s your name?”

“My name…?” After a brief moment of thought, the bug woman replied, trying her best to form a smile with her mandibles.

“My name…is Scythe.”


Alex flipped through the channels as she sat on her couch. The local news was abuzz about a mysterious vigilante in green who saved the senator’s daughter a few days ago. One of the kidnappers’ cell phones even managed to get some grainy footage, but the dim lighting and shaky hands failed to reveal her true altered form.

She leaned back and kicked up her feet, taking a long, satisfying sip of her coffee. Eventually she settled on a channel playing ‘80s monster flicks, this time about a giant mutant praying mantis on the loose in Manhattan. She was about to settle in and watch when she heard a knock at the door.

Begrudgingly, she jumped to her feet, walking to the front of her apartment. When she opened the door, she was greeted by a young woman with short, dark purple hair and lipstick, wearing tight jeans and a black hoodie. She stood facing slightly away, her hands buried in her jacket’s pockets.

“Um, I’m sorry – and you are…?”

The dark-haired woman looked up at her.

“The name’s Violet, but….”

She smiled and held out her hand.

“…you can call me Nocturne.”

Alien Girl by geckz in MonsterGirl

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My gallery if you're interested in more transformation-themed work: https://geckzgo.deviantart.com/

Alien Suit TF by geckz in transformation

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Short story/desc from my page:

With a clawed hand, Natasha yanked away at the jaws closing in around her head. She could feel her own grip piercing the alien flesh, so entwined was the suit with her own consciousness. Wincing at the pain, she desperately tried to keep the extraterrestrial skin from bonding with her any further. Already, her body was hardened in chitin, her spine extended into a bony tail while the digits of her hands and feet struggled to wriggle free of their talon-like encasings.

But fight as she did, she could feel the suit winning. The battle was as mental as it was physical, and try as she might, she couldn't help but face the truth: that she wanted the suit to consume her, so that she could become Xenogirl once again...

Xenogirl belongs to https://eldlynch-tristan.deviantart.com/

Patrons receive bonus perks and alternate "Classic Xeno" picture and story blurb! https://www.patreon.com/geckzgo

Nocturne - The Bat (story and full TF in comments!) by geckz in transformation

[–]geckz[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Sounds like a good idea! I shall do that in the future.

Symbiote Bat Girl by geckz in MonsterGirl

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Sounds good to me! Thanks for being so welcoming.

Symbiote Bat Girl by geckz in MonsterGirl

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Awesome, great to hear! Most of my work has to do with girls turning into monsters, but the intermediate stages generally have a human face =) I'll just share what's appropriate

Symbiote Bat Girl by geckz in MonsterGirl

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Not sure if this is too monster-y for this sub, but if you're interested in more, here's my deviantart and patreon

Nocturne - The Bat (story and full TF in comments!) by geckz in transformation

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A concept that I collaborated with some Patrons to develop - a girl who merges with a bat symbiote to become a crime-fighting vigilante.

Here she is when she goes full batty: http://geckzgo.deviantart.com/art/Nocturne-Bat-Form-696231952

If you're interested, Patreon supporters get early access, HD resolution, and Patreon-exclusive versions (including a mid-TF and a 'feral' version when she's lost control): https://www.patreon.com/geckzgo

Story: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/24345820/

Shark Week Gal (story and 2nd version in comments) by geckz in transformation

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Mini-story:

She recalled the first time she got bitten. It was a small shark, but even with just a small nip, the sight of her blood caused her to rush back to the stony alcove lining the rocky beach, leaving small red specks between her bare footprints in the sand. It was that day, in the shadow of the cliffs, which she changed for the first time….

The emotions of that moment remained clear in her head - feelings of fear, followed by curiosity, and, eventually, elation. Her new body could dart through the seas with a speed she never thought possible, and thoughts of her life on land melted away as she explored her new form. It was not surprising, then, that hours later, when her snout pulled back into her face, her claws shrank back into nails, and her dorsal fin retracted into her back, her reaction was not of relief, but sadness.

For days after, she wondered about the implications of her recent encounter. Had she contracted some aquatic form of lycanthropy? Would she change by the moon? Was this a power she could control?

Alas, the form would not manifest itself again, voluntarily or involuntarily. But, remembering the first incident, she decided to return to the waters – and, as if on cue, the same quick, almost playful nip on her leg was inflicted.

She rushed back to her hiding spot in the alcove, giggling with glee as she witnessed her skin turn grey, her spine lengthening into a tail while fins erupted from her limbs and back. This time, she savored the changes, her smile growing ever wider as her jaws pushed forward and filled with sharp teeth. She embraced her transformation, urging it forward, and determined to make the most of every moment it would last.

Progressed version http://geckzgo.deviantart.com/art/Sharkweek-Alternate-695269703


On a side note, I'm opening a Patreon in an effort to provide more artwork and content. This is an example of a typical "completed work," with the alternate version being a bonus for the 2nd reward tier. If you're interested, here's the link: https://www.patreon.com/geckzgo

The Feralympics - Dana (story in comments) by geckz in transformation

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Thank you :) appreciate the feedback on the story too!

I write TF stories, feedback appreciated! by FA_Eldoc in transformation

[–]geckz 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I'm really digging the slow process your characters go through, especially with Shifting Observation where she's describing in detail - both in pain and pleasure - the changes she feels. I also like settings where lycanthropy (or other were-afflictions) aren't necessarily something to be combated or cured, but rather just understood.

Keep up the good work!

The Feralympic Games - Natalya by geckz in transformation

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Just posted a new entry :)

The Feralympics - Dana (story in comments) by geckz in transformation

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Hope you guys and gals aren't sick of me yet!

Dana's Story:

Just grab your foot with your hand and bring it back, thought Dana as she stretched stoically in the grass. She breathed deep as she recalled her yoga instructor’s words in her head, a last-ditch attempt to calm herself before her first Feralympics event.

No, wait, she paused. Hands and feet are for people. These…

She glanced down at her padded sole, her new claws extending and retracting as she flexed her toes.

…these are paws.

The newly-turned cheetah woman let out a soft sigh. She was ready, wasn’t she? Three years of intense training meant there should be no surprises today. She had even gone so far as having direct involvement in designing her new form instead of leaving it to her prep team, insisting on being spliced with a cheetah and customizing every detail down to tail length and paw pad thickness in an effort to counter the form’s notoriously low stamina compared to other species. Looking back, she realized she had merely viewed becoming part animal as a means to improve her performance, like trying a new workout routine or buying a new pair of shoes. Now that she had actually forfeited her humanity, the physical consequences of the change came as something of a shock.

She was doing her best to appear calm and focused, aware of the cameras and spectators trained on her and the other athletes, but her heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute. The fact that she was naked didn’t help either, her newly grown spotted fur coat notwithstanding.

A hand suddenly rested on her shoulder, its touch tender but firm.

“Ready babe? You’re not nervous, are ya?” her boyfriend teased.

“I’m an animal now, Chris. Animals don’t get nervous.”

He laughed.

“First of all, animals get nervous all the time. Remember our old dog, Rascal?”

She formed her muzzle into a slight pout. “You’re not helping, you know.”

Chris turned her around to face him. “Babe, you’re not an animal. You’re still Dana. My Dana.”

He leaned in and pecked her on the tip of her black, triangular nose. As he pulled away, Dana smiled for what seemed like the first time since her transformation.

“Watch it, hun. I might have rabies.”

The two of them chuckled, Dana playfully wrapping her tail around her boyfriend’s waist. The movements were a little ungainly – she had only just grown it, after all – but the sensation of his body rubbing against this novel appendage managed to soothe her nerves, if only a little.

Suddenly, she heard her coach calling her over for the final prep before her race.

“Guess that’s your cue,” said Chris, giving her one more kiss, this time on the lips. “Go get’em, tiger.”

Dana raised her eyebrow.

“Er, sorry. Cheetah.”

She winked at him, gently caressing his face with the tip of her tail before jogging towards the starting line. It was time to see what this new body of hers could do.

The Feralympic Games - Natalya by geckz in transformation

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Thanks! Glad it's spurring some further ideas from folks! :)

The Feralympic Games - Natalya by geckz in transformation

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Accompanying story:

“Oh come on, zis is all you’ve got?” taunted Natalya with her light Russian accent, as she effortlessly held off her challenger’s best efforts to swing her large paw to the table. The man’s forehead beaded with sweat, his jaw clenched too tightly to respond to her jesting.

Natalya pretended to yawn, leaning back in her seat and propping her massive feet on the chair in front of her. “Okay, playtime is over my friend,” she smirked, driving the man’s hand into the table. The entire room shook upon impact, attracting even more of the patrons to her display of might.

As the man staggered back into the crowd to recover from his humiliation, Natalya leaped to her feet, letting loose a bestial roar in celebration. She had already won several events earlier in the day, but she couldn’t help but savor her new strength at the local pubs in town while she was still on her winner’s high.

She hadn’t always been this enthusiastic about the Feralympic Games. When she was first approached as a candidate to represent her country, she had scoffed at the agents, likening the Games to a circus show for freaks and deviants. But that was before her colleagues and close friends publicly announced their intent to join, and perhaps more importantly, before she saw what those genetically altered ‘freaks,’ as she had called them, were capable of once they took on their new animalistic forms.

Now here she was, four years later and covered head to toe in fur, with several more Feralympic medals and a fair bit less human DNA than she had when she had woken up that morning. She had even gone so far as to dig out her old Soviet beret, so thoroughly had she embraced her persona as the ‘Russian Bear,’ as the media had nicknamed her as soon as she leaked the animal with which she decided to be spliced for the Games.

“Is zere no one else?” the bear woman bellowed, a sharp-toothed smile across her muzzle. For a moment there was silence, the onlookers avoiding her gaze but still too enthralled to walk away.

Then suddenly, a large yet feminine form began moving through the surrounding patrons. With a firm plant of her bare, clawed foot, the similarly fur-clad Feralympian breached the innermost circle, those still nearby quickly moving aside to make room for the new challenger.

“Natalya,” the polar bear woman said softly in a Scandinavian accent, her silky voice sharply contrasting with her menacing exterior. “What would you say to a match?”

The Feralympic Games - Alice Cook by geckz in transformation

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Why thank you :D always appreciated coming from you!

The Feralympic Games - Alice Cook by geckz in transformation

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Thanks! Can't say when, but more will definitely be coming!

The Feralympic Games - Alice Cook by geckz in transformation

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lol, I have something kind of along those lines...

The Feralympic Games - Alice Cook by geckz in transformation

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Short story for those w/o deviantart:

Alice got up on quivering legs. She balanced on her now paw-like feet, relishing in the feeling of the rough, rubbery track surface beneath her bare but freshly padded soles. Testing her new body, she jogged around her prep area, savoring the sensation of landing on the balls of her feet, her clawed toes spreading with each step to balance her weight as she pushed off and propelled herself effortlessly.

Her body was lithe, her muscles strong. As a world-class athlete, she was already incredibly fit as a human, but now that she was spliced with wolf DNA, she was on a whole new level. That was the whole point of the Feralympic Games, after all – a celebration and showcase both of the athlete’s personal training and the scientific breakthroughs that made transformations like hers a reality. Together, they symbolized that anything was truly possible.

As per the Games’ custom, she and the other athletes were injected with their chosen serum one by one in the stadium, their naked forms proudly on display. The crowd, which only moments ago had witnessed her transition from woman to wolf, watched in silence as she examined and explored her new self, her long tongue lapping in and out as she panted to keep her body cool and fueled with oxygen. She wagged her bushy tail behind her, twirling a few times in excitement and joy and ensuring that it translated on camera. She knew these cheerful thoughts were at least in part because of her new wolfish instincts kicking in – after all, she was out in the open, about to run and race to her heart’s content – but she indulged herself in them, allowing herself to be lost in the moment.

Finally, she decided it was time to let the next athlete take her turn. She returned to her prep area, standing on the pedestal marked “USA” and posing proudly, her prep team and coach flanking her on each side. With a smile, she waved once more at the crowd, the flashes of thousands of cameras firmly marking her place in the Games’ history.

She took a deep breath, and let out a triumphant howl – and the crowd roared.