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A Pokemon fanfic.

There was a scream, followed by a thud.  This thud was then followed by a groan.  All these sounds came from the same source; a teenaged trainer by the name of Dustin, who had just lost a Pokemon battle, and took his frustration out on a nearby tree, only to be painfully reminded that said tree was far more durable than his fist.  Still wincing, Dustin recalled his unconscious Whimsicott to its Pokeball.  He walked up to the trainer that had beat him, and shoved the prize money at him.  “Here!”  Dustin said.  “Take the money!  Your scrub tactics won’t save you next time.”

And with that, Dustin stomped off back to Blackthorn.  Entering the town’s Pokemon Center, he slammed the Pokeballs onto the counter.  The nurse restrained her sigh.  “Welcome back to the Pokemon Center.  Would you like me to heal your Pokemon?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, this will only take a few seconds.”  The nurse placed the balls on the healing machine, causing it to glow for a moment while playing the familiar jingle.  “Your Pokemon have been fully healed.  We hope to see you again.”

Dustin took his Pokeballs back, and moved into one of the Pokemon Center’s trainer lodgings, where he released his Whimsicott, Boldore, and Hypno from their Pokeballs.  Opening his pack, he got out some bowls and cans of Pokemon food, giving each of them their meals, before walking over to the bed in the corner and sulking in it.

“You know, guys, I’m getting a bit worried about our trainer.”  Whimsicott said in the Pokemon language.  “I mean, sure, he’d always been a bit of a sore loser, but lately he’s just been blowing his stack every time the smallest thing goes wrong.”

“Yeah.”  Boldore said between bites.  “It’s been getting out of hand.  One of these days, he might lash out and try hitting something that’ll hit back.”

“Heh, I hope I’ll be there to see it when that happens.”  Hypno said through his telepathy.  “Maybe that something’ll beat some battle knowledge into him.”

“Hypno!”  The other two said.

“What?  What?”  Hypno raised his arms defensively.  “It’s a joke!   Lighten up a bit.”

“Anyway,” Whimsicott said, “I think we need to figure out how to help him calm down.”

“And what on Earth are we gonna do about that, huh?”  Hypno said.  “He’s the one in charge here.”

“Well, can use your telepathy to talk to him.”  Whimsicott said.  “Maybe he’d be willing to hear us out.”

“Okay.”  Hypno said.  “But what are you actually planning to help him calm down?”

The two other Pokemon went quiet for a moment as they thought about their answers.  Boldore spoke first.  “When I was in the wild, and things got me angry, it was usually because I was thinking about what I was doing in an all-or-nothing way.  When Dustin started training me, though, I realized that the world wasn’t going to end just because I lost a battle.  I’d still get fed at the end of the day, and as long as I put in all the work I could, I felt good about it.”

“So basically,” Hypno said.  “you want me to help him keep some perspective, eh?  I think I’ll be able to do that.”

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Dustin grit his teeth as he handed over the prize money to his opponent, before trudging off to heal his injured Pokemon again.  Hypno walked by Dustin’s side, having been excluded from the 2v2 battle Dustin had lost.  “You know Dustin, I bet you’re frustrated right now.  But you gotta keep a little perspective.”

“I’ve got plenty of perspective.”  Dustin growled.  “I lost, and that means I’m not doing good as I should be.”

“No, you see, you’ve gotta look at the bigger picture, here.  Sure, you may have lost one battle, here, today.  And sure, it may have been just the latest in a string of seven consecutive losses.  But your Pokemon are still your friends.  You’re still able to feed yourself.  Granted, with all the money you’ve been losing to give the other guy as a prize, you’ll only be able to keep feeding us for another week at this rate, if you don’t get another win.  But hey, most people can easily go two weeks without food before they die of starvation.”

“Hypno, please…”

“And really, the universe is trillions of years old already.  In the grand scheme of things, does it really matter if you die at thirteen or three hundred?  It’s not like your winning or losing will stop our sun from going supernova in another million years or so.  And don’t get me started on how insignificant these wins and losses are in light of the inevitable heat death of the universe as a whole…”

There was a loud scream, followed by one thud after another, as Dustin started slamming his head against the nearest tree.

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“Hypno!”  Whimsicott shouted.  “What in the nine circles of the Distortion World were you thinking?  You were supposed to be helping him deal with his anger, not making it worse by giving him existential crises too!”

Hypno sighed.  The three Pokemon were back in the Pokemon Center Trainer lodgings, eating their bowls of Pokemon chow again.  “Look, I did my best, okay.  I can’t help it if Boldore has terrible ideas.”  

Boldore glared at him, opening his mouth to say something, but stopped himself, realizing his words would be wasted.  “Well, you could try it again, and keep the perspective a little more restrained, and upbeat…”

“Nope.”  Hypno shook his head.  “The definition of insanity is trying the same thing again and again and expecting different results.”

Boldore rolled his eyes.  “It’s not the same thing if you actually do it right this time.”

“Enough of your terrible ideas!”  Hypno snorted.  “Whimsicott, what do you think we should do?”

Whimsicott put his hoof to his chin for a few moments.  “Well, when I’m feeling angry, I try to find some humor in things.  Like, when I get angry and internally call a certain psychic a piece of garbage, I imagine how silly that would look literally, and it helps take my mind off things.”

“So, basically, I try to make him realize how silly it sounds when he’s angry?”  Hypno smiled, while the other two Pokemon exchanged nervous glances.  “That shouldn’t be a problem at all.”

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Dustin found himself storming back to the Pokemon center yet again, after yet another loss.  “Ugh, using Talonflame and a Garchomp!  I can’t believe what a scrub she was.”

“A ‘scrub?’  Really now?”  Hypno asked.  “Would you take a second to imagine what that’d look like.”

Dustin’s frown started to rise.  “Heh, yeah, that is kinda funny when you think about it.  I mean, an actual scrub brush, wearing trainer’s clothes?”

“Awkwardly hopping around on its handle…”

“Barking orders muffled under soap suds…”  Dustin couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.

“Yeah!  It’s pretty funny.  Imagine how stupid someone would have to be to lose to a scrub brush!”  

Dustin’s frown began to work its way back onto his face as Hypno chuckled.  

“I mean, how bad would a person need to be at properly ordering their Pokemon around to get beaten by something that doesn’t even have a mouth?  Hah!  They’d have to make some pretty braindead calls to get their behinds handed to them by something that didn’t even have a brain!”

Dustin clenched his fists.

“Man, even using ‘Scrub’ as an insult when you lose, is pretty silly now that I think about it, I mean, do you know where the term originated?  It’s a pretty funny story-”  Hypno suddenly found his words cut off as Dustin lobbed his pokeball at him, hitting him right between the eyes before pulling him back in, in a flash of red light.

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“Words fail me completely.”  Boldore groaned as the three talked over Pokemon Chow again.

“What?  Whimsicott said I needed to point out how sill he was being.”

“No.  I was trying to say you needed to point out how silly he might act when he’s angry.  You decided to start piling on insults instead of trying to get him to laugh.”

“Oh come on!  I found them funny.  I can’t help it if he doesn’t share my genius sense of humor.”  The other two Pokemon took several deep breaths, holding their heads in their forelegs.  “Look, obviously, the problem is that both of you have terrible ideas.  Next time, I’ll just do what we should have done from the start.”

Boldore sighed.  “Well, that certainly sounds ominous.  What are you planning?”

“Oh, that would be telling, wouldn’t it?  And I don’t want you two messing it up when it happens, so I’m NOT telling.”

“Arceus, take our souls now, and spare us this torment.”  Whimsicott muttered.

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Dustin walked through the back routes of the forest, trying to avoid any other trainers for the time being.  He had heard that the legendary Mew had been sighted out here recently, and was eagerly searching for any possible clue as to where it might be hiding.  Unfortunately, he was having very little luck.  He looked down at his Pokeballs with a sigh, knowing the only one on his team that could have a chance of tracing Mew, was the one he hoped would stay in its Pokeball forever, after yesterday’s events.

“Alright Hypno.  Come out and use your psychic abilities to trace Mew’s.”  There was a red flash of light as Hypno was released.  “And no commentary from the peanut gallery this time, please…”

“Don’t worry Dustin.  You won’t have to worry about any more commentary from me!”  Hypno grinned, and Dustin felt something slipping out of his backpack.  Looking back, he saw the Escape Rope he was carrying snake its way out of his pack and around him, Hypno guiding it with his psychic powers to tie Dustin to one of the closer trees.  

“Now don’t panic!  The other pokemon were concerned about your outburst of anger, and I have taken it upon myself to help calm you down from here on!”  He released the pendulum in his hand, letting it swing back and forth in front of Dustin’s face.  “Now then, let’s just relax a bit, shall we?”

Dustin groaned, his body feeling heavy as his eyes involuntarily tracked the pendulum.  

“Now then, Dustin, just take a minute to appreciate just how relaxed you are.  So relaxed that you simply don’t want to move at all.”

Dustin nodded weakly.

“Hey!  I said don’t move at all!”  Dustin shook himself awake at the sudden change in tone.  Hypno facepalmed as he realized his mistake.  “J-just keep watching the pendulum, as it just goes back and forth, slowly and calmly.”

Dustin nodded, starting to doze off again.

“Right then…  I want you to think back to a time where you were calm, and at peace, a time where you felt like absolutely nothing could go wrong.  And when you remember that time, tell me about it.”

Dustin was quiet for a moment, before giving the answer in a droning voice.  “When I was five, a trainer with a Meganium visited your house and let me ride it around.  He was real cool, and friendly, and easygoing, and being around him made me feel calmer.”

“There we go.  Now, I want you to remember all the little emotions you felt at the time.  Got them in mind?”  Dustin nodded.  “Now, whenever I say the phrase ‘Meganium’s rest,’ you’re going to become just like that Meganium; calm, easygoing, and so hard to make flustered or frustrated in any way.”

“Just like Meganium…”  Dustin nodded quietly.

“That’s right.  Now then, I’m going to untie you, and wake you up, on the count of 3, and when you wake up, you will have no conscious memory of me hypnotizing you.  1… 2… 3.”

As Dustin came to, completely oblivious as to what had transpired in the last few minutes, a tiny Pokemon watched the scene unfold, with mischief in its eyes.  It giggled as plans for a prank of legendary proportions formed under its feline skull.

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Several hours later, Dustin’s hunt for Mew was looking no closer to completion than when it had started.  Hypno’s attempts to find the telepathic signals of other Pokemon had been leading to mundane Abra, Exeggcute, and Musharna, and in his desperation, Dustin was trying everything, even letting out his Whimsicott and Boldore to help in the search.  Unfortunately, being a cotton plant/sheep hybrid, and a living rock, neither was especially well equipped to aid in tracking down a Pokemon known to fly, shapeshift, or turn invisible at will.  All they could really do, at this point, was listen to Hypno ramble about his plan.

“It’s flawless, utterly flawless!”  Hypno thought, extending his telepathy only to the other Pokemon.  “It’s what we should have done from the start, really.”

“Mind control, though?”  Boldore asked.  “That seems very… Unethical, to put it mildly.”

“You’re just jealous you couldn’t think up something so brilliant.”

“This is serious, Hypno!”  Whimsicott said.  “Even putting aside robbing someone…  No not just someone, our trainer, of all people, of their free will, and the ethics of that, you don’t even know if it’s going to work properly.  What if it goes like your attempt to give him some perspective?”

“Oh, come on, it’s only to help him calm down.  It’s not like he’ll never be able to become angry again, or anything.”

Dustin’s groaning interrupted their conversation.  The three Pokemon turned to see their trainer struggling to extract himself from a thorn-riddled bush he had tripped into.  He growled as he pulled himself out, covered in scratches.  “That is it!  I’ve been out here for hours, chasing nothing and now this happens!  Why’s it always me?”

“Now then,”  Hypno grinned, “Time to show all of you my genius!”

Out of sight of the trainer and his Pokemon, a little Pokemon giggled in anticipation, watching with baited breath as Hypno approached his trainer.

“Say Dustin, to your remember Meganium’s rest?”  As Hypno said this, the little Pokemon’s eyes glowed blue, focusing its energy on Dustin.

“Yeah, I do.”  Dustin said, the tension in his face fading, and the growl that had permeated his speech just moments before nowhere to be found.  “I gotta be like that Meganuim…”

As he said this, his body started to swell, his torso growing larger and wider, his clothes getting tight.  He then felt an itchy sensation crawl over him, as hundreds of little, pale green scales, slipped through his skin, starting in his chest.  Dustin knew there was something off about this, but the effect of the hypnosis kept him to calm to question it.

“Something doesn’t seem right, Hypno…” Boldore said.
“What are you talking about?  Clearly, he just looks fatter because he’s relaxing.”  

“Then what’s with his skin turning green?” Whimsicott shouted, as the spread of the green scales stretched out onto the exposed skin of Dustin’s neck and arms.

“M-maybe his stomach is just t-telling him that it didn’t like what he had for lunch?”

The pokemon watched in confusion as the green scales spread up Dustin’s neck, which, itself, was becoming thicker, and much longer, as well.  Dustin tugged on his collar.  Even in his unnaturally calmed state, Dustin couldn’t help but tug at his collar, his clothes feeling unbearably tight.

“This has to be our fault!”  Boldore cried.  “What in the Distortion World did you do to Dustin?”

“I…  I didn’t do any of this…”  Hypno backed away from the other two Pokemon.  “I just told him to be like that peaceful Meganium he remembered…  from his childhood…”  Hypno gulped as he remembered his poor choice of words.  “But that’s still nonsense to suggest I’m somehow responsible for this!  Everyone knows all that hippy stuff about your mind influencing the world you is garbage!”

“Said the psychic Pokemon…”  Whimsicott glared.

“That’s completely different!”

Their conversation was interrupted by a tearing sound.  Turning around, they saw Dustin down on all fours, no longer able to hold the weight of his increasingly large body on two legs alone.  His clothes were gradually tearing, revealing the green scales underneath.  Luckily, before his arms could give way, he felt a new strength filling them.  They started to grow thicker, and rounder, his fingers shrinking back into stubby, immobile claws, while his hands stretched and swelled, becoming near indistinguishable from the rest of what were now his forelegs.  He felt his bones shift under his skin and muscles, the range of movement in what were once his arms becoming significantly reduced.  Dustin groaned as he felt his hips shifting, having already grown larger with the rest of his body, they now bent into a new angle, one that made him feel much more comfortable on all fours.  As his legs began to change the same way his arms and hands had, he also felt his spine stretching, and growing longer, pushing past his hips, new muscle and skin growing alongside it to form a short tail.

“Change him back!”  Whimsicott grabbed Hypno’s white mane and shook it.  “And you better be prepared to replace his clothes too!”

Hypno tried to stop the shaking, but as his knees were starting to rattle on their own, it wasn’t going to make much of a different.  “Guys, I really don’t know what’s going on!  I didn’t mean to do any of this!”

“Liar!  You’re just blaming your problems on everyone but yourself again!”  Boldore shouted.

As his Pokemon continued to argue, Dustin felt his skull swelling and becoming rounder.  His jaws stretched forward, becoming a sauropod snout.  He felt his hair recede as the scales took over, his eyes turning a bright yellow.  He felt his nose pulling back, becoming a little less sensitive as it shrink down to a pair of slits above his mouth.  He felt a strong tingling sensation from his forehead, as a pair of long, sensitive, yellow antennae sprouted out.  Finally, he felt comforting warmth around his neck, feeling something foreign, but so relaxing, stretching out around its base.  Looking down, he saw six pink flower petals unfurl around his neck.  He could feel them taking in the sunlight, and he sighed in delight.  He finally felt genuinely calm again.  He almost didn’t want to go back to being human.

The little Mew laughed to itself as it watched the Pokemon arguing, while their former trainer sat there peacefully.  It wondered how long it would be before Meganium’s calming scent would quiet their bickering.  It shrugged, and decided to enjoy the show while there was still a chance that the jerk of a Hypno would get what was coming to him.
Anger Management (Contest Entry)
This is my entry for another one of deathbustereudial103's contests.  And hoo boy, it took me a while to get this one down.  Unlike the Arceus contest entry, where I pretty much knew from the second I read the prompt what I wanted to do, I went through a number of plots with this, writing one for a while, then scrapping it midway through and trying a different plot.  I'm very thankful that DB103 decided to extend the contest deadline so significantly, or I would have never gotten this done on time.

While this is the version I feel the best about, I am somewhat disappointed that, for the sake of pacing and keeping Hypno's tone and attitude consistent, I ended up having to treat hypnosis as magical mind control, rather than depicting it realistically.  In the real world, people that have recently been forcefully tied to trees would probably be the least receptive to hypnosis, but eh, sometimes the plot's gotta keep rolling.  I'd just handwave it as psychic type Pokemon messing with a foe's mind directly to help enhance hypnosis.
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Warning:  Contains descriptions of temporary transformation into an inanimate object, as well as temporary mental changes.  If such things make you uncomfortable, do not read this story.

Cam closed the door to his room.  It had been a long day at work, and he was feeling pretty exhausted.  He was about to just flop down on his bed and go straight to sleep, when he saw a small envelope on his pillow, with his name on it.  Curious, he opened it up to take a look.  Inside was a letter.

“Happy Birthday, Cam!  Hope you’re ready for a big surprise for you and your guests.”

It was a pretty odd message.  One of his family could have left it for him, but why wouldn’t they just tell him themselves.  He tossed it in the trash before turning off the light.  He sighed as he went to bed.  Tomorrow WAS his birthday, but he had been so busy, he hadn’t had time to prepare much for the guests.  He would probably need to pop by the grocery before the party to pick up a cake.  Shrugging, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

He woke up to a hand shaking his shoulder, and a woman’s voice.  “Come on, birthday boy, get up!”  Shaking his head, Cam blinked.  The room was still dark, and for a good fifteen seconds, he couldn’t see anything but his digital clock, reading 12:01.  “Happy birthday!”  The voice said again.  Suddenly, a light came on, and after taking a moment for his eyes to adjust, Cam realized he wasn’t in his room anymore, but in what looked like the inside of a large, hollowed-out tree.  Judging from the presence of a stove, various cooking utensils, and the smell of sweets, it was apparently a kitchen.  As he looked up, he saw what he assumed was the source of the voice, a one-foot tall, pale-skinned woman, flying just above him on four thin, clear, dragonfly wings.

“Am I dreaming?”  Cam said groggily.

“Maybe.”  The little lady said.  “Then again, you could simply be a butterfly dreaming of being human.  Everything we know might be a dream.  But that’s neither here nor there.”  She flicked her wrist.  “I just wanted to introduce myself.  My name’s Nia, and I’m here to help fulfil your desire for change.”

“You are?”  Cam asked, getting up.  “You don’t mean-”

“Oh, yes, I can assure you I DO mean it the way you think I do.  I can sense a human’s desire for a physical transformation, and like to occasionally grant them that, on special occasions.  Like say, a birthday.”  Cam couldn’t help but grin.  Dream or not, this was gonna be awesome!  

“That said…” Nia added.  “I can’t tell specifically what kind of changes they want without er…  Getting a feel for it, so, excuse me for a second…”  Nia suddenly reached her hand out to Cam…  And put it straight through his forehead.  Cam twitched a bit, feeling for a moment as if there was another presence inside his mind.  “That’s a fun one…  This one’s a bit of an oldie, but it could work…  Oh, what’s this?  Oooh, I rarely get to work with that!”  She withdrew her hand, and Cam shuddered.  “Sorry about that.  But, now I know just the gift to give you!  Hold my hand for a second?”

Feeling a little more hesitant after having his mind probed, but still wanting to see what transformation Nia had in store, Cam reached out and held Nia’s small hand.  He suddenly felt her tugging on it, with surprising force for her diminutive size.  She gave a second tug, triggering an odd stretching in Cam’s back, the back of his head, and just about everything else behind him.  With a third tug, Cam stumbled forward, feeling as if his whole body was being stretched out, then feeling as if something had dropped off of his back.  He let go of Nia’s hand as he turned around to have a look.  

“Woah!”  Cam gasped as he came face to face with…  Himself?  Before him stood something that looked completely identical to him, save for the fact that it was completely asleep.  “Wh-what on Earth is that?”

“That’s you!”  Nia said.  “Or, well, your old body, without your soul.  You’re in a copy body I made for your transformation.  So, when it’s all done, your soul comes back here, no fuss, no muss.”  She tapped on Cam’s original head.  

“It’s still kinda creepy to see myself like this.”  Cam looked over his original body.  

“Yeah, I know it’s not something most humans are used to.”  Nia nodded.  “But with this set-up, it’s kinda like that old human phrase ‘you can have your…’ actually, never mind.  Don’t want to give too much away.”  She giggled.  “Let’s just say I’ve got a little time-travel magic that’ll let you be, and enjoy, your gift.”

“Sounds pretty fun.”  Cam said.  “I guess I’m ready when you are.”

“Let’s get going then.”  Nia grinned.  With a snap of her fingers the lights dimmed.  “Now then, Cam, let’s get you nice and relaxed.”  Cam suddenly felt a little sleepy, as a large bowl magically materialized underneath him.  He found himself laying back into it, his feet at one end of the bowl, his head at the other.  “Yep, you just get comfortable and calm, not a single worry running through that sleepy head of yours.

“Now, I want you to imagine, a gentle wave of relaxation, slowly moving up your body.  It starts in your feet, and they just start to feel so limp and heavy, it’s almost as if they are just dissolving into pure relaxation.”  Cam nodded at the suggestion, his feet feeling so relaxed, he barely even notice as his toes started to turn white, becoming harder and harder to move as they solidified into a mix of sugar and flour, before gradually crumbling and gently sliding to the center of the bowl.

“This relaxing feeling spreads upwards now, without you needing to do anything.  Your calves start to loosen up and let go of all that stress.  Feels so sweet, doesn’t it?”  Cam nodded again, feeling all the stress in his calves fading, as they slowly turned to cocoa powder from the inside out, slowly sliding apart and drifting to the bottom of the bowl.  “Feel the wave pass up through your thighs, all tension released as they drift down deeper…”  Cam felt his thighs ease up, as they slowly shifted into baking soda and powder, joining the rest of his legs as the bottom of the bowl.  His legs felt so relaxed, he couldn’t move them, even if he had wanted to.  The sensation in his legs felt so natural and easy, even if it was a little unfamiliar to the occasional peeps of his conscious mind.  

Cam’s body started to slip under the powdery mix at the bottom of the bowl.  “Next, feel the relaxation enter your arms, starting with your fingertips, and spreading up to your shoulders, making them feel so very, very loose and limp, to the point you couldn’t even call them solid anymore.”  Cam felt the relaxation dripping from the end of his fingertips, and up his arms, each part feeling so loose and distant as his arms slowly dripped down into a little puddle of milk, mixing in with the dry powders below.

“Very good…  You’re so very good at relaxing.  I bet you could even slow your heartbeat and breathing to a crawl now…  Just imagine how restful you’d feel then…”  Cam would’ve nodded in blissful agreement, but he was to comfortable to try.  His breathing slowed down, as did his pulse, his body’s movement coming to a slow stop as his torso melted into a smooth cooking oil.  

“Lastly, let all the little muscles in your face relax, and your thoughts be at ease.  No worries, no stress, no cares, just enjoying a unique and restful experience.”  Cam’s mind drifted, feeling his hair grow over his head completely, turning white, and hardening into an eggshell.  Meanwhile, his face smoothed over, any wrinkles smoothing over, his senses, save for touch, fading as his features flattened and become simple egg white.  His brain, meanwhile, rounded out, and turned yellow, becoming a yolk.

“Very good, my soon-to-be sweet former-human.”  Despite his lack of hearing, Nia’s voice echoed in Cam’s mind.  Nia smiled, cracking the eggshell perfectly, and letting Cam’s “egghead” fall to the bottom of the bowl.  “You’re going to make a lovely chocolate cake, dear.  It’s rather exciting, isn’t it?”  Nia said, as Cam felt his relaxed, indistinct body start to spin around and mix together.  Cam, sleepy though he was, still agreed…  The thought of being changed like that still intrigued him, even as he remained blissfully unaware of the implications of his body’s light, wet, and powdery feeling.  He then felt as if his body was being turned in place, again and again.  The sensation left him slightly dizzy, but more than that, where his body once felt light and loose, it now seemed grow heavy and tired.  His thoughts began to slow down even further, becoming jumbled as the yolk split apart.  Memories seemed more distant and dreamlike, knowledge faded from grasp, and any emotion beyond the simple enjoyment of the comfortable, calming feels felt so much harder to muster.

“No need to worry.  No need to think, Sweet little Cake.”  Nia’s voice echoed.  “Humans think, and worry, but you're not human anymore.”

“Not…  Human… Anymore…”  Cam’s slow, laborious thoughts were drowned out by Nia’s soothing voice as he felt his body spiral deeper.  They took such a powerful hold in Cak’s mind, he couldn’t even tell her voice and his thoughts apart.

“That’s right, dear Cake.  You are a Cake.  You are sweet, moist, and share the delight others feel in eating you.”

“I… Am… A… Sweet… Cake.”  Cak thought.  “I… Make… People… Happy…”

“And it feels good to make people happy, doesn’t it?”

“Feels… Good… To… Make… People… Happy…”  Cake Agreed.

“Very good!”  Nia smiled as she finished stirring the giant bowl and poured the batter into a pan.  “Now, you’re going to feel warm and fuzzy for a while, Cake.  Just relax, and let nature take its course.”  Cake felt an incredible warmth all around his body, like a calming sauna.  The intense heat reached all through his body, causing it to slowly rise and swell, making Cake feel larger, and lighter. Cake felt a tinge of excitement, knowing his body would be so fluffy and soft, like a good cake should be.

The heat eventually came to an end, and Cake found his body being blanketed in a thick, cool, sweet substance, causing Cake to feel even sleepier, his mind going utterly blank.  Nia smiled as she finished icing the massive Cake, sticking four candles in the center of it.  Using her magic, Nia opened a portal through time and space, leading to the dining room table at Cam’s house, thirty minutes before the party would start.  She carefully levitated the former human up to the portal.  “Happy Brithday ‘Cake!’”  She giggled.  “Here’s to one wish coming true, and hoping for more to be granted.”

“One last thing:” Nia said, putting Cake through the portal, “Don’t think too hard about the giant chocolate cake appearing out of nowhere once you’re human again.  Have fun.”
A Birthday Treat
A birthday gift for my friend, CalvinAndHobbesPwns, given to him yesterday, uploaded here today.  I actually cut a fairly significant part from the original version, which contained another transformation, as I felt the second half of the original wasn't quite as well-paced as the first, and that it ended a bit more naturally just before the party started, from the transformed's perspective.  If you're interested in seeing the original, it's over in my scraps. frozen-doopliss.deviantart.com…

Ever since I got a chance to be hypnotized in real life, I've grown fond of the idea of hypnosis as a trigger for transformation, and I feel like I used it here to decent effect.  But I'll save my thoughts on hypnosis for the description of another story, if I get around to writing it. 

For now, I'll just give some thoughts on mental changes and inanimate transformations, two types of changes which are understandably controversial among TF fans.  Permanent inanimate changes are often disliked because it can effectively be seen as either killing a character, or putting them into an "I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream" scenario, and it's up for debate which situation would be worse.  Mental changes are usually disliked for similar reasons, as the personality and memories they once had are effectively "killed off" by the new personality/animal instincts/robot programming/complete lack of capacity of their new body for thought of any kind/etc..  That mental changes are often used as an excuse to get characters to become more sexualized/submissive/etc. doubtlessly doesn't do the concept any favors either.

A lot of TF fans are into transformation for the escapism of it, whether they simply curious about what it might be like to walk in another creature's shoes for a while, or feel dissatisfied with their life, and wish they could genuinely and permanently trade their human life for another, and as such, stories focusing solely on a character effectively dying are likely even less popular among such readers than they would be among non-TF fans.  After all, unless you are feeling suicidal yourself, why would you want to fantasize about someone basically killing you and either using your body as a dishwasher, or as the host for a highly sexualized French maid's soul?  Or about being trapped and helpless forever inside a statue?

I can definitely see where people who dislike this stuff are coming from.  As someone who enjoys some escapism, I often like to make TF stories or RPs where the "victim" of the change either changes willingly, or finds themselves in an involuntary situation that happens to grant them a form they either secretly wished for already, or one that ultimately proves beneficial or enjoyable, even if they wouldn't have chosen it themselves.  I  usually like the transformation happen for a positive reason, too.

When I make triggers for TFs in RPs, I usually try to think of some reason for why a change would occur there, even if the characters will never find that reason for themselves.  This has made TF RPs for friends who like inanimate TFs a lot more challenging for me to write than TFs into animals, mythical creatures, gender swaps, etc..  You see, if the change is caused by malicious intent (for example, a witch's revenge, a mad scientist kidnapping people for experiments, a curse on an object or location, or, for a much milder definition of "malicious" a prank), or by some freak accident (Misread spells, lab accidents, or changes with no apparent trigger at all), it's just as easy to justify an inanimate TF, or a complete mental change, as it is to justify an animal TF.  After all, cruel twists of fate, and people out to find joy in others' suffering probably don't care whether you've "merely" changed to a form you're unfamiliar with, or are rendered effectively dead by a mental/inanimate change.  This ease of use makes malicious intent and freak accidents popular choices for triggers for TFs of any stripe, but I'm not too fond of using them, because, as mentioned before, I enjoy it when the TF happens for a positive reason.

Which made me wonder, what are positive reasons to turn somebody into an inanimate object, or change their mind completely?  The first, and most obvious, is that the "victim" may actually like inanimate TF, or the idea of becoming inanimate object, or becoming a creature or character in mind as well as body, as a form of escapism, just like a TF to a living thing, and thus, would end up volunteering for it in some way.  I mean hey, it may be a niche within a niche, but some people are interested enough to consistently draw/write and/or commission art and stories with these themes, I wouldn't be surprised if at least some have wondered what it would feel like to change like that in real life.  So voluntary changes can make as much sense for mental and inanimate changes as they can for others.  And this story falls into that category, in a fashion.

But, then again, that reason could be used to justify any change.  What other reasons might there be to justify these kinds of changes?  I mean, there are several practical reasons one might want to say, temporarily  be turned into an animal (for example, if a device that could temporarily turn a person into a bird existed, it would probably sell like hotcakes even if there were no escapist TF fans, simply because of how practical it could be to be able to fly), but it's harder to think of why someone who wasn't enthusiastic about the idea of, say, turning into a car, would volunteer to be one.  People generally prefer to use tools rather than be treated like tools, after all. 

There are, a couple of practical reasons I could imagine that would lead to someone volunteering for an inanimate change, however, all centered around the idea of longer life.  The first, would be preventing a disease from spreading, preventing death by starvation, or similar situations.  In this case, an inanimate TF could be considered a form of magical cryo-sleep, temporarily putting the victim into a situation where they cannot truly die until a dangerous situation has passed or had a solution to it found.  The second, would basically be to achieve the kind of pseudo-immortality often mentioned in philosophy, to create (or in this case, BE) something that will outlive you and be remembered for generations to come.  The third, would be a desperate grab at actual immortality, even if it means being in a "I have no mouth and I must scream" situation.  Basically the transformee in such a situation, identifies with the words of Patrick Bovin during the Super Best Friend's playthrough of Soma: "I'd rather be a toilet than not exist!"

Okay...  I'm just starting to realize that if I don't stop soon, these "couple of thoughts" are going to be longer than the story itself.  I don't really have any particular points I was shooting for overall with this, so much as just letting out some junk I've been thinking about longer than any reasonable person aught to.  I guess I'll just finish by saying, that even though I may not have liked inanimate TFs and complete mental overwrites before, RPing with friends who did has provided me with interesting challenges in writing scenarios, and has helped me understand the interest a little more, and even made me a little interested in them... even if when I do use such changes, the unpleasant implications are still prominent enough in my mind that I will go FAR, FAR out of my way to imply or outright state that they are temporary.
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Cam closed the door to his room.  It had been a long day at work, and he was feeling pretty exhausted.  He was about to just flop down on his bed and go straight to sleep, when he saw a small envelope on his pillow, with his name on it.  Curious, he opened it up to take a look.  Inside was a letter.

“Happy Birthday, Cam!  Hope you’re ready for a big surprise for you and your guests.”

It was a pretty odd message.  One of his family could have left it for him, but why wouldn’t they just tell him themselves.  He tossed it in the trash before turning off the light.  He sighed as he went to bed.  Tomorrow WAS his birthday, but he had been so busy, he hadn’t had time to prepare much for the guests.  He would probably need to pop by the grocery before the party to pick up a cake.  Shrugging, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

He woke up to a hand shaking his shoulder, and a woman’s voice.  “Come on, birthday boy, get up!”  Shaking his head, Cam blinked.  The room was still dark, and for a good fifteen seconds, he couldn’t see anything but his digital clock, reading 12:01.  “Happy birthday!”  The voice said again.  Suddenly, a light came on, and after taking a moment for his eyes to adjust, Cam realized he wasn’t in his room anymore, but in what looked like the inside of a large, hollowed-out tree.  Judging from the presence of a stove, various cooking utensils, and the smell of sweets, it was apparently a kitchen.  As he looked up, he saw what he assumed was the source of the voice, a one-foot tall, pale-skinned woman, flying just above him on four thin, clear, dragonfly wings.

“Am I dreaming?”  Cam said groggily.

“Maybe.”  The little lady said.  “Then again, you could simply be a butterfly dreaming of being human.  Everything we know might be a dream.  But that’s neither here nor there.”  She flicked her wrist.  “I just wanted to introduce myself.  My name’s Nia, and I’m here to help fulfil your desire for change.”

“You are?”  Cam asked, getting up.  “You don’t mean-”

“Oh, yes, I can assure you I DO mean it the way you think I do.  I can sense a human’s desire for a physical transformation, and like to occasionally grant them that, on special occasions.  Like say, a birthday.”  Cam couldn’t help but grin.  Dream or not, this was gonna be awesome!  

“That said…” Nia added.  “I can’t tell specifically what kind of changes they want without er…  Getting a feel for it, so, excuse me for a second…”  Nia suddenly reached her hand out to Cam…  And put it straight through his forehead.  Cam twitched a bit, feeling for a moment as if there was another presence inside his mind.  “That’s a fun one…  This one’s a bit of an oldie, but it could work…  Oh, what’s this?  Oooh, I rarely get to work with that!”  She withdrew her hand, and Cam shuddered.  “Sorry about that.  But, now I know just the gift to give you!  Hold my hand for a second?”

Feeling a little more hesitant after having his mind probed, but still wanting to see what transformation Nia had in store, Cam reached out and held Nia’s small hand.  He suddenly felt her tugging on it, with surprising force for her diminutive size.  She gave a second tug, triggering an odd stretching in Cam’s back, the back of his head, and just about everything else behind him.  With a third tug, Cam stumbled forward, feeling as if his whole body was being stretched out, then feeling as if something had dropped off of his back.  He let go of Nia’s hand as he turned around to have a look.  

“Woah!”  Cam gasped as he came face to face with…  Himself?  Before him stood something that looked completely identical to him, save for the fact that it was completely asleep.  “Wh-what on Earth is that?”

“That’s you!”  Nia said.  “Or, well, your old body, without your soul.  You’re in a copy body I made for your transformation.  So, when it’s all done, your soul comes back here, no fuss, no muss.”  She tapped on Cam’s original head.  

“It’s still kinda creepy to see myself like this.”  Cam looked over his original body.  

“Yeah, I know it’s not something most humans are used to.”  Nia nodded.  “But with this set-up, it’s kinda like that old human phrase ‘you can have your…’ actually, never mind.  Don’t want to give too much away.”  She giggled.  “Let’s just say I’ve got a little time-travel magic that’ll let you be, and enjoy, your gift.”

“Sounds pretty fun.”  Cam said.  “I guess I’m ready when you are.”

“Let’s get going then.”  Nia grinned.  With a snap of her fingers the lights dimmed.  “Now then, Cam, let’s get you nice and relaxed.”  Cam suddenly felt a little sleepy, as a large bowl magically materialized underneath him.  He found himself laying back into it, his feet at one end of the bowl, his head at the other.  “Yep, you just get comfortable and calm, not a single worry running through that sleepy head of yours.

“Now, I want you to imagine, a gentle wave of relaxation, slowly moving up your body.  It starts in your feet, and they just start to feel so limp and heavy, it’s almost as if they are just dissolving into pure relaxation.”  Cam nodded at the suggestion, his feet feeling so relaxed, he barely even notice as his toes started to turn white, becoming harder and harder to move as they solidified into a mix of sugar and flour, before gradually crumbling and gently sliding to the center of the bowl.

“This relaxing feeling spreads upwards now, without you needing to do anything.  Your calves start to loosen up and let go of all that stress.  Feels so sweet, doesn’t it?”  Cam nodded again, feeling all the stress in his calves fading, as they slowly turned to cocoa powder from the inside out, slowly sliding apart and drifting to the bottom of the bowl.  “Feel the wave pass up through your thighs, all tension released as they drift down deeper…”  Cam felt his thighs ease up, as they slowly shifted into baking soda and powder, joining the rest of his legs as the bottom of the bowl.  His legs felt so relaxed, he couldn’t move them, even if he had wanted to.  The sensation in his legs felt so natural and easy, even if it was a little unfamiliar to the occasional peeps of his conscious mind.  

Cam’s body started to slip under the powdery mix at the bottom of the bowl.  “Next, feel the relaxation enter your arms, starting with your fingertips, and spreading up to your shoulders, making them feel so very, very loose and limp, to the point you couldn’t even call them solid anymore.”  Cam felt the relaxation dripping from the end of his fingertips, and up his arms, each part feeling so loose and distant as his arms slowly dripped down into a little puddle of milk, mixing in with the dry powders below.

“Very good…  You’re so very good at relaxing.  I bet you could even slow your heartbeat and breathing to a crawl now…  Just imagine how restful you’d feel then…”  Cam would’ve nodded in blissful agreement, but he was to comfortable to try.  His breathing slowed down, as did his pulse, his body’s movement coming to a slow stop as his torso melted into a smooth cooking oil.  

“Lastly, let all the little muscles in your face relax, and your thoughts be at ease.  No worries, no stress, no cares, just enjoying a unique and restful experience.”  Cam’s mind drifted, feeling his hair grow over his head completely, turning white, and hardening into an eggshell.  Meanwhile, his face smoothed over, any wrinkles smoothing over, his senses, save for touch, fading as his features flattened and become simple egg white.  His brain, meanwhile, rounded out, and turned yellow, becoming a yolk.

“Very good, my soon-to-be sweet former-human.”  Despite his lack of hearing, Nia’s voice echoed in Cam’s mind.  Nia smiled, cracking the eggshell perfectly, and letting Cam’s “egghead” fall to the bottom of the bowl.  “You’re going to make a lovely chocolate cake, dear.  It’s rather exciting, isn’t it?”  Nia said, as Cam felt his relaxed, indistinct body start to spin around and mix together.  Cam, sleepy though he was, still agreed…  The thought of being changed like that still intrigued him, even as he remained blissfully unaware of the implications of his body’s light, wet, and powdery feeling.  He then felt as if his body was being turned in place, again and again.  The sensation left him slightly dizzy, but more than that, where his body once felt light and loose, it now seemed grow heavy and tired.  His thoughts began to slow down even further, becoming jumbled as the yolk split apart.  Memories seemed more distant and dreamlike, knowledge faded from grasp, and any emotion beyond the simple enjoyment of the comfortable, calming feels felt so much harder to muster.

“No need to worry.  No need to think, Sweet little Cake.”  Nia’s voice echoed.  “Humans think, and worry, but you're not human anymore.”

“Not…  Human… Anymore…”  Cam’s slow, laborious thoughts were drowned out by Nia’s soothing voice as he felt his body spiral deeper.  They took such a powerful hold in Cak’s mind, he couldn’t even tell her voice and his thoughts apart.

“That’s right, dear Cake.  You are a Cake.  You are sweet, moist, and share the delight others feel in eating you.”

“I… Am… A… Sweet… Cake.”  Cak thought.  “I… Make… People… Happy…”

“And it feels good to make people happy, doesn’t it?”

“Feels… Good… To… Make… People… Happy…”  Cake Agreed.

“Very good!”  Nia smiled as she finished stirring the giant bowl and poured the batter into a pan.  “Now, you’re going to feel warm and fuzzy for a while, Cake.  Just relax, and let nature take its course.”  Cake felt an incredible warmth all around his body, like a calming sauna.  The intense heat reached all through his body, causing it to slowly rise and swell, making Cake feel larger, and lighter. Cake felt a tinge of excitement, knowing his body would be so fluffy and soft, like a good cake should be.

The heat eventually came to an end, and Cake found his body being blanketed in a thick, cool, sweet substance, causing Cake to feel even sleepier, his mind going utterly blank.  Nia smiled as she finished icing the massive Cake, sticking four candles in the center of it.  Using her magic, Nia opened a portal through time and space, leading to the dining room table at Cam’s house, thirty minutes before the party would start.  She carefully levitated the former human up to the portal.  “Happy Brithday ‘Cake!’”  She giggled.  “Here’s to one wish coming true, and hoping for more to be granted.”

“One last thing:” Nia said, putting Cake through the portal, “Don’t think too hard about the giant chocolate cake appearing out of nowhere once you’re human again.  Have fun.”

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Cake sat there on the table for an hour, oblivious as the party started.  Then he stirred, as he felt warmth from the candles.  “Could this be it?”  Cake thought.  “Time to make people happy.”  Cake felt his body being split into slices, which oddly, didn’t seem to hurt, though it did feel strange, as if he was in two, then four, then eight places at once.  Then, as the people began to eat, Cake lost all sensation in each part of his body, save for the taste of chocolate overwhelming his senses, as if he was eating each piece himself.  He felt more and more of his body fade out as he was engulfed in the sweet sensation, before he finally went numb, and lost consciousness.

Cam yawned and stretched out his arms and legs, looking around at his surroundings, and his human body.  “Man that was a weird dream…”  He smiled. Even if it was weird, he still enjoyed it.

Cam’s morning routine was unchanged by his dream, and he went about his day as normal, save for setting aside a few items and foods to use for the party.  As the time for the party approached, Cam started setting up the table, his mind only dwelling on the sudden appearance of a massive chocolate cake for the briefest of moments, before his subconscious reminded him of the importance of setting up the punch bowl.

Eventually, the guests arrived, friends and family chatting with Cam about this and that for half an hour, before they all gathered around the table, lit the candles on the cake.  After all of them had sung “Happpy Birthday” Cam blew out the candles, wishing he could share the experience of transforming with others.

He cut the cake, passing pieces out to his guests before serving himself.  As they finished eating, Cam started to feel lightheaded.  “I’m…  Feeling kinda funny…”  Cam muttered.

“Yeah.”  One of his friends chuckled.  “I’m kinda feeling funny too.  Like I’m getting lighter, or something.”  Looking over to his friend, Cam saw that the young man’s hands were shrinking into his arms, which were also gradually shrinking down, while his skin took a bright green color.

Cam realized something was off about all of this, but this lightheaded feeling made it feel more silly than scary.  “Heh heh, you do look funny!   Your head’s blowing up like a big balloon!” Cam giggled, and looked down at his own body, watching his skin turn blue and take a rubbery sheen as he felt lighter and lighter.  The transforming guests laughed in squeaky voices as Cam’s pants fell to the floor, his legs, and most of his body, shrinking away into his swelling and ever-rounder body and head.  Cam felt all his stress leaving him as his skin started to smooth over, his hair retreating into his head.  He laughed a squeaky laugh, his own funny sounding voice causing him to start laughing harder.

His shirt dropped down below him, his head starting to rise as it grew bigger and rounder, his senses fading as his facial features slowly smoothed over, leaving him nice and round as he rose to the ceiling.  His friends and family rose up after him, giddily giggling as their heads filled with air, pushing out all thoughts, save for the simple joys of this light-headed, simple-minded freedom to float about.  Even without mouths or ears, or even the ability to move on their own, Cam and his guests could hear each other’s giggles and cheers.

As the last guest finished changing, a portal opened, and Nia drifted through, a smile on her face.  “I see you’re all enjoying yourselves.  Time to work a little magic to make sure nobody gets too freaked out.”  She snapped her fingers, and her voice began to whisper into the balloons’ empty heads, speaking past their giggly conscious minds and into their subconcious.  “You all will stay giddy, cheerful balloons for the next hour, after which you will gently drift down and become human again, fully dressed and decent.  Those of you that enjoy a good transformation will remember this in perfect detail, and will be happy to talk with those who remember transforming with you about it.  Those for whom such transformations are not your cup of tea, will find yourself remembering the last hour as nothing but a distant dream, where instead of bouncing as balloons, you spent time talking and enjoying one another’s company.”  She snapped her fingers, and her voice stopped being audible to the transformed partygoers.

“Happy Birthday, again, Cam!”  She giggled, before stepping back through her portal, and closing it behind her.
Life of the Party
The full version of my Birthday gift for CalvinAndHobbesPwns containing an extra inanimate TF.  I didn't think the second half of the story flowed that well, and felt that the first half ended strong right after the transformation, so I cut the second half from the final version.  If you read the edited version, the unedited bits begin after the line of Xs, so you don't have to re-read the first half.
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A Greninja TF
“Don’t go into the basement.”  That’s what Will’s brother Jason had told him day after day.  Will, being a typical 8-year-old, was only made more curious about the basement by his older brother’s insistence that he keep out.  Jason had been known to spend hours down in the cold, sparsely furnished rooms below, bringing all sorts of strange packages and tools down there, and rarely bringing them back up.
 
Will had asked his parents about what Jason was doing down there, but they hadn’t been too helpful.  His mother told him that Jason was “just wasting his time and money down there.”  His dad, meanwhile said he was “chasing fairy-tales and pseudoscience,” saying that the only reason he allowed it was “Jason’s got to be allowed to make his own mistakes so he can learn from them.”  Both parents had gone out of their way to make it clear to will that he would be better off ignoring his brother’s work.

Needless to say, this only made Will that much more curious.  So when he heard his brother would be gone for several hours one evening, Will was determined to sneak down and get a look. After his brother had left, Will snuck up to the basement door.  Giving the handle a quick jiggle, he found that Jason had left the door unlocked.  Not wasting any time, Will opened the door and ran down the stairs.

Looking around, Will saw several whiteboards and papers with charts, graphs, and mathematical formulas, hanging from the walls, or strewn about the floor.  On one of the room’s two tables had a computer and monitor sitting on it, still turned on and running some sort of calculations while Jason was out.  Also plugged into the computer was a device that looked like one of those heart rate monitors Will had seen on TV, not displaying anything at the moment due to being turned off.

The other table was covered in piles of various electronic bits; microchips, wiring, motherboards, and a bunch of other parts Will didn’t recognize.    As he looked over the table, two other objects quickly stood out to will; a small handful of Super Smash Bros. amiibo figures, and a pin with the Smash Bros. logo, the circle with two perpendicular lines running through it, were also on the table.  Will, picked up this little pin to examine it further.  Its diameter just happened to match the diameter of the amiibo’s “trophy stands,” the symbol on the pin even perfectly aligning with the symbol on the stands.  From the front, it looked like any normal pin, with its smooth, flat surface.  When he flipped it over, however, he saw that in addition to the standard safety pin, the back surface also had a number of connected microchips welded to the back.

Figuring the pin must have had something to do with the amiibos, will picked up his favorite of the figures, the quick and cool Greninja.  Touching the figure to the pin, he heard an electric, crackling sound.  Looking at the back of the pin, Will could see the ends of the chips glowing briefly.  “I wonder if this means something cool will happen if I put it on…” Will said, opening the safety pin, and slipping the sharp end through the front of his shirt, before closing it again.

He suddenly felt a jolt from the pin, like that one time he rubbed his socks against the carpet before touching a doorknob, but a lot stronger.  Will jumped and let out a yelp, but the pain quickly subsided.  The sensation was replaced with a cold, clammy feeling, starting in his chest, under the pin, and slowly spreading across the rest of his body.  Pulling up his shirt a bit to take a look, he saw to his great surprise that the front of his chest and belly had turned a crème color, while his back and sides turned a navy blue.  What’s more, his skin looked slightly slick and shiny, as if it had been covered in a thin layer of slime.

“Not slime, it’s mucus.”  Will recalled the quote from a Disney movie.  He guessed that was what it was, anyway.  Seeing how the pattern of his skin’s colors matched Greninja’s he put two and two together as to what was happening to him rather quickly.  “I’m turning into Greninja?  Awesome!  That’s one of the coolest Pokemon out there!”

Will felt an uncomfortable pressure in his skull, as if it was being tugged and pressed into a new shape, like clay.  The slime started to spread over his head as his face’s skin turned the same crème color as his chest, blue spreading over the rest of his head.  His eyes starting to move to the sides of his head, and it felt as if his head were getting a bit shorter, as well, his eyes nearly at the top of his new head.  He felt his nose and mouth stretching a little in front of him, his nose shrinking down to little nostrils just above his mouth.  He had a bit of a hard time looking around, given his eye’s new positions.

His ears wiggled and stretched, growing nearly double the length of his head as they took a triangular shape behind him, and his hair seemed to shrink and recede.  In place of his hair, a single ride rose up across the center of his head, starting at his nose, and trailing an inch or two off the back.  A blue webbing formed between this ridge, and will’s longer ears.  Will felt around the back of his head as best he could to get a feel for what he looked like now, seeing how there were no mirrors around.

Next, Will felt that clammy feeling spreading down his arms.  He found himself involuntarily stretching his arms out in front of himself for a moment, feeling a slight pulling as they became longer and thinner than he was used to.  As the dark blue color reached his forearms, he felt a strange, sloshing sensation in them.  He watched a spot on each forearm swell up like a bubble, the skin turning clear to reveal a reserve of water underneath.  Will then felt a twitch in his thumbs and pinkies, and watched as they shrank down to nothing before his eyes.  A flexible webbing formed between his remaining fingers as their skin turned blue, the fingernails seeming to dissolve into nothing as the tips of each finger swelled up and rounded out.

Will felt a twitching in the back of his pants, followed by a tugging.  Pulling at the back of his pants, will got a glimpse of a short, thin tail.  Next, will felt an aching in his legs, his thighs growing thicker and wider, muscles aching as they grew larger, more fit for long leaps.  The skin on his knees turned a clear color, and began to swell like the bubbles on his forearms had.  And though Will couldn’t tell due to his shorts, another change was taking place on his thighs.  On each one, wide, X-shaped indents were forming, the skin in these indents taking a lighter shade of blue.  Several new glands opened at the edges of these indents in order to release water into them, to create Greninja’s signature Shurikens in a flash.

Will nearly feel over due to the unfamiliar weight distribution of his new legs, his calves becoming far thinner, as if to make up for how large his thighs had become.  He felt a twitching in his feet as the two end-toes on each foot grew out longer, while the middle three each shrank away to nothing.  Between the remaining toes, webbing formed, and, like with his fingers, the tips of his toes swelled and rounded out.

Finally, will felt his tongue starting to grow.  And grow.  And grow.  It felt thick, long, and sticky as he tried to hold it back, in his mouth, before he finally had to let it out.  He maneuvered the sticky pink mass around his neck a couple times as best as he could with his thumb-less, webbed fingers, letting the rest of its length drape behind him.  Will felt his tongue drop against the back of his shirt and pants, giving him an awkward taste of fabric, which he tried to ignore.  

Will looked over his new body slowly.  “This is so cool!”  He tried to cheer, though his massively elongated tongue made producing comprehensible words a challenge.  He decided to strike some cool Ninja poses… And as his body hit the floor, knocking several pieces of equipment off the table, he quickly realized how different his body proportions were, and how unfamiliar everything felt.  And having a good long taste of the basement’s concrete floor wasn’t helping things much.  He awkwardly managed to get on all fours, sitting in a squatting position seen in real world frogs, and tried to get his bearings, when he heard the door to the basement opening.  “Oh no!”  Will thought.  “I hope mom and dad don’t see me like this!”

Looking up, Will saw light pouring in through the door, as it opened to reveal Jason, who had apparently come home early.  Jason stared at the Greninja at the bottom of the stairs, a look of confusion on his face for a few moments.  This look of confusion faded, replaced with a look of frustration, which was summarily covered by a facepalm, when Jason realized the frog was wearing Will’s clothes.

“Will…  Didn’t I tell you to stay out of the basement?  You’re lucky I hadn’t gotten around to programming the mental transformations yet, or you’d be sitting around looking for a Pokemon Trainer to take orders from.”  Jason closed the basement door behind him, and walked down the stairs.  He sighed as he looked at the mess of electronics Will had knocked over.  “I’m not changing you back until you help me clean up this mess.”
Pseudoscience
Wow, it's been a while since I've written this many short stories in a relatively short amount of time.  Don't get your hopes up for it lasting though, to anyone still watching me.

Anyway, I had gotten a little pin with the Smash Bros logo on it a while back, from some event promoting Super Mario Maker, I believe.  I noticed it had the same diameter as an amiibo base, and thought to myself how interesting it could be if a pin like that could be used to give oneself some sort of amiibo boost based off the character.  And being the shameless TF fanatic I am, I then started to imagine using it to transform into the non-human characters.  It didn't really go further than that for a while.  Eventually, though, a friend of mine unintentionally reminded me of the concept, and I decided to write about it, and here we are.
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Everything was slowly grinding to a halt.  There was no denying it at this point.  All throughout Kalos and Hoenn, hundreds, no, thousands, of the most promising trainers were vanishing.  The berries they planted slowly withered and died unattended.  Their teams of Pokemon, whether carried with them, or left in the PC boxes, entered hibernation, if they were lucky, or vanished alongside them.  The GTS’s once thriving trade economy now carried nothing but a few long unclaimed offers on Bunnelby.  The Gym Leaders and Elite Four could only stand and watch as the trainers they had seen rise to the championships seemed to lose interest in the world around them, spending less and less time training and battling, before disappearing without a trace.

Arceus sighed as it watched the world it had created slowly wind down.  It no longer had the power to keep this world lively and enjoyable on its own.  Shakily rising to all fours, it psychically reached out into other worlds, looking for people with the creative spark, and a care for humans and animals alike.

Trillions of life stories across space and time flashed before the powerful Pokemon’s eyes.  Even with so many worlds full of so much evil, Arceus felt a sense of relief at the presence of a near infinite number of good people as well.  Even narrowing them down to just the most creative of the good left more people than a human could count in a lifetime.

But one of them caught the ancient Pokemon’s eye; a human in a world much like ours.

V V V V V V V V V V V V

Akira Kondo could barely restrain his joy as he hung up his phone.  Since the series had started when he was ten, Akira had been a huge fan of Pokemon.  He’d caught them all in the games, he’d traded the cards, he’d watched the anime and its movies for many more seasons than he would admit, and had even designed his own original monsters and regions for the series.  And now, starting tomorrow, he would be an employee for Game Freak, the company that started it all.  

His role would be a programmer, rather than a designer, a position he had long since resigned himself to.  His parents had pushed him away from studying art in his teen years, figuring that a degree in computer science would be more likely to result in a job.  He certainly didn’t begrudge them this.  After all, he still got to live his dream, if in a different way than he expected.

He broke out a little tub of Ice Cream from his fridge to celebrate the moment, when he suddenly started to feel light-headed.  The world around him seemed to turn a pure white, everything in his apartment seeming to vanish.  Akira shook his head and looked around, trying to make sense of what was happening.  Had he lost consciousness in his excitement?  Was he dreaming?

“I assure you, Akira Kondo, this is no dream.”  A powerful voice boomed, speaking in a language that, while unlike anything he had heard before, Akira couldn’t help but understand.

Turning around, Akira gasped in shock.  Towering over him was a white, four-legged figure he recognized instantly.  “A-Arceus?”  he stammered.

“Correct.”  Arceus replied.  “I have come to tell you, that my world, the world of Pokemon, is dying.  And my power alone is no longer enough to save it.”  

Akira’s eyes widened.  This was too much to take in.  Not only did he learned the world he spent so much of his childhood watching was real, but mere moments after, to be told that it would be coming to an end?  “This was a cruel twist of fate.”  Akira muttered.

“Do not worry, young one.”  Arceus assured him.  “The world may be dying, but there is a way it may be reborn.  With your help.”

Akira nearly fell back in shock.  “I?  I can help restore it?  I’m honored, but-”

“You are just an ordinary man?”  Arceus interrupted.  “That is indeed true.  However, you also possess significant creativity, and a heart that cares for humans and animals alike, particularly the ‘animals’ of my world.  I believe you can create a grand, new world of Pokemon, for millions to enjoy, once you are given my power.”

Akira smiled.  “I thank you very much for your encouragement, Arceus, and I would be happy to…  Wait…  Given YOUR power?”

“But of course.”  Arceus said.  “To maintain a new world on your own will require a significant power.”  Arceus’s body began to fade as it said these words.  “A power I now pass on to you.”  Arceus’s body vanished, replaced numerous small spheres of light.  Before Akira could say anything in response, these spheres flew straight through his body, and he felt an overwhelming weight all over, dropping him to all fours.

His body started to grow larger, taller, broader… Everything was gradually expanding, and his clothes were starting to strain.  Long, white hair grew over Akira’s arms and legs, spreading over his torso, and even partially replacing the black hair he had as a human.  His black hair did not disappear completely, however, and was lining what would now be his underbelly.

Akira felt a cracking sensation in his hips as the suddenly shifted position dramatically, preventing him from truly standing upright on what were now his hind legs, even if he had the strength to.  He felt more vertebrae forming at the end of his spine, extending past his hips.  Muscle, skin, and hair formed around the extension, becoming a relatively short tail.  This seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back for Akira’s pants, as they tore down the middle, and were easily kicked off by akira’s growing, strengthening legs.  As his legs were freed from each pant leg, each feet began to cramp, clenching and fusing together, into a pointed golden hoof.

A golden ring formed around either side of Akira’s midsection, and from it, four golden rods extended at ring forty-five degree angles, a green gem appearing in the tip of each.  These rods tore Akira’s business wear asunder further, leaving him naked.  Not that there was anything to cover; a creator being such as Arceus had little use for traditional reproductive methods.  From each of the green gems, a stream of gold formed, merging with a second gem, and creating a golden semi-circle on either side of Akira’s body.

Akira’s shoulders and collarbone both slowly shifted into new positions, allowing the man-turned Arceus to look ahead from a four legged stance, while restricting the range of motion in his arms.  His arms, like his legs, bulked up as they were covered in hair, giving him the strength to lift his larger body.  As his toes did before, his hands started to cramp and merge together, reshaping into pointed golden hooves.  

His neck stretched longer, and wider at the base, tufts of fur curling at the sides as it grew, raising his head almost five feet about his shoulders.  Black hair, with a splotch of green on each cheek, grew thickly over Akira’s face, covering his nose, mouth and ears.  The whites of his eyes turned a deep green, while his irises turned red.

Akira struggled awkwardly to stand on his new legs, his whole body feeling alien and wrong to him.  It was then, that he felt an aching in his head, his brain growing larger, rewiring itself.  In addition, he started to feel unfamiliar memories entering his mind aside his old ones.  As he thought about these intrusive memories, he realized that these were the memories of the Arceus he had been speaking to, and that the ancient pokemon’s memories were supplementing, rather than replacing, his own.  As more knowledge entered his mind, his new body felt more and more familiar; walking on four legs seemed even natural than walking on two, telepathay took virtually no effort.  Nearly any Pokemon move could be put to use.  The secrets of creation itself became his.

Akira shook his head, and stood up with confidence.   He knew what he had to do.

Teleporting himself to the original Arceus’s world, he found himself in an endless, featureless void.  A trivial matter to fix.  Focusing his energy, Akira programmed the physics and logic systems of this world.  A type chart was decided, the systems of battle recreated.

With the basics in place, the fun could really get started.  Akira thought about what to make for his world’s first region.  An island, perhaps?  No, wait, a series of islands, based off of Hawaii!  With an effortless stomp, the water and landmasses put themselves together.  And these islands would not have traditional Gym Leaders, but Trial Captains.  As Akira plugged in the values to make the Pokemon of previous generation appear in various bits of tall grass, he pondered what old Pokemon designs he had made before pursuing programming over art might be worth adding in.  Perhaps a haunted sandcastle?  A rock-type pup?  Maybe even some new spins on older Pokemon?

Whatever he went with, one thing was certain; Akira would never regret his own change.
Development Cycle (Arceus TF contest entry)
And that's how Pokemon Sun and Moon were made.

My entry for deathbustereudial103's contest, found here: deathbustereudial103.deviantar…

I already claimed Arceus on my Omega Ruby and X game cards, though.  So if, for some reason, I win, I'll just ask that my code be passed to a runner-up.  I mostly entered because the journal gave me an idea.

Anyways, let me know what all of you think about it.  Any comments/Critiques are appreciated.
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So yeah, decided I'd try to put something up here during collage, even if its small.  Anyway, took this from :iconcalvinandhobbespwns: because as I was reading through his responses, I decided to let my own playlist go, and got some amusing results:

The rules:
1. Put your music player on shuffle.

2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!

1.)How do you feel today?
Cannon Ball (Megaman Zero 3)
(Yep, I pretty much feel like college is hitting me like a cannon ball.)

2.)What's your outlook on life?
Shooting Star (Megaman Star Force 3)
(That's a bit more optimistic than I am...)

3.)What does your family think of you?
Subway Trainer Battle (Pokemon Black and White)
(Well, that's what my brother thinks of my Pokemon playing habits.)

4.)What do your friends think of you?
Inside a Flame (Megaman Zero 4)
(This could be interpreted a lot of ways...  Am I burned out?  Am I overly obsessed with trying to keep warm in the winter?  Am on fire with passion?  Probably not the last one.)

5.)What do strangers think of you?
Turnabout Sisters (Ace Attorney Orchestral)
(Well, I've had sisters that certainly "turned about," but I don't think that defines me to strangers all that well.)

6.)What do your ex think of you?
Doppler Stage Boss (Megaman X 3)
(I don't actually have an ex, but this is probably amusingly fitting of what a hypothetical ex [or X] might think of me.)

7.)How's your love life?
Chill Penguin (Megaman X)
(So, my love life is frigid?  Seems accurate.)

8.)How will your love life be in the future?
Music of the Spheres (Portal 2)
(Um...  I don't know what to make of this...)

9.)Will you get married?
Crystal Snail (Megaman X 2)
(Erm...  Maybe it symbolizes a wedding ring diamond?  *Shrugs*)

10.)Are you good at school?
Doopliss battle (Paper Mario TTYD)
(So, a struggle that seems to have been going well for the first half, then turns pear shaped at the end due to unexpected circumstances and nobody believes you until it's too late to change anything?  That sums it up pretty well.)

11.)Will you be successful?
Positive Force (VVVVVV)
(This is one I'd hope is true.)

12.)What song should they play on your birthday?
Darkness (Rayman)
(I know I get depressed from time to time, but come on!)

13.)What song should they play at your graduation?
Storm Eagle (Megaman X)
(I am okay with this.)

14.)The soundtrack of your life?
Black Hole Server (Megaman Star Force 3)
(A song that starts off sounding empty and meaningless, with occasional bursts of the main riff from very upbeat and hopeful "Shooting Star" mentioned earlier, before repeating...  I guess I could see that fitting.)

15.)You and your best friends are?
Celestial Gardens.  (Megaman Zero 4)
(Huh, another one I don't know what to make of.  "Celestial" certainly sounds nice, but how would we be "gardens?")

16.)Happy times:
Blizzard Man (Megaman 6)
(I guess it does sound sorta happy?  I enjoy snow, at any rate, so there's that.)

17.)Sad times:
Overloaded (Thetis's stage) (Megaman ZX Advent)
(I wouldn't describe the music itself as sad in any way, but Thetis has a pretty miserable view of humanity...)

18.)Every day:
Shamar - Arid Sands Night (Sonic Unleashed)
(Well, it's a very jazzy tune.  Doesn't really fit my everyday life though.)

19.) For tomorrow:
Virtrification Order (Portal 2)
(That does NOT sound promising.  The tune and the name are equally menacing.)

20.)For you:
Spreading Darkness (Megaman Zero 2)
(There's definitely some darkness spreading in my life.)

21.)What does next year have in store for me?
Mystic Cave Zone (Sonic the Hedgehog 2)
(Apparently, things are gonna start getting mystic.  Or, if the tone of the song is any indication, 2spooky4me.  Maybe even 3spooky5me.  Or I'll gain ultimate power, then get stuck in a spike pit and be forced to wait until said power wears off before death comes to relieve my boredom.)

22.)What do I say when life gets too hard?
Escape From The City (Sonic Adventure 2)
(Well, I want to escape from SOMETHING.)

23.)What song will I dance to at my wedding?
Wave Battle (Megaman Starforce 2)
(It'll be a very geeky wedding, I gather.)

24.)What do you want as your career?
Crystaline Caverns (Yoshi's Island cave theme remix)
(So, either a miner, or genderless, near-invincible, continually happy dinosaur.  I think I know which one I'd pick.)

25.)Your favorite saying?
Road to Victory (Megaman Star Force 2)
(Not by a long shot...)

26.)How will I die?
On the Edge (Megaman Zero 4)
(So, cliff diving then.  Kinda disappointing that Cave Story's "Running Hell" or something similar was not picked.)
  • Listening to: The music listed here.
  • Reading: English assignments
  • Watching: Two Best Friends Play
  • Playing: Pokemon X
  • Eating: My words
  • Drinking: Water

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Current Residence: USA
Favourite genre of music: Pretty much anything without lyrics.
Operating System: Windows
MP3 player of choice: Sanza
Shell of choice: Koopa
Skin of choice: Scales
Favourite cartoon character: Yoshi
Personal Quote: If you aren't willing to dig through a lot of dirt, you'll never find a gem.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DOOPLISS!!!! Super Fantastic Golden Platter Cake 3D birthday cake Minecraft cake (Pixel art) Cake for Shifteh Eating Collection.6 Pixel Cake  Cake emoji Chocolate Cake 50x50 icon TNT cake 50x50 icon Strawberry Cream Cake 50x50 icon  Cake Icon 3, Chocolate with Sprinkles Chestnut Cream Cake 50x50 icon Minecraft TNT Cake 50x50 icon Strawberry Cream Cake with candles 50x50 icon Chestnut Cream Cake with candles 50x50 icon Blueberry Cake type 7 50x50 icon Matcha Cake 50x50 icon Mango Cake 50x50 icon Cake Icon Taro Cake 50x50 icon Chestnut Cream Cake (2 Layers) 50x50 icon Orange Cake with candles 50x50 icon PS cake with candles 50x50 icon Strawberry Jam Cake 50x50 icon Double Decker Cake 50x50 icon Black Forest Cake with candles 50x50 icon Blueberry Cake type 2 50x50 icon  Celestia can have cake  I hope you're having a nice day!! ^^
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Frozen-Doopliss Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Aw, thanks!  Hope you're having a nice day too.
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TenmaRKO Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Well thanks, pal! :iconponyhugplz:
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jedipat Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2016
Hey, do you do requests?
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Frozen-Doopliss Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Eh, I occasionally took them on birthdays and Christmas for friends (or sometimes random watchers, if I have the time), but not so much anymore.  But eh, I don't get a lot of attention since I stopped writing for so long, so unlike some, I'm not adverse to hearing out a request.  If it I like the premise you're suggesting enough, I might write it anyway, even if I don't label it a "request" so as to not give the wrong idea.  If not, all you wasted was the time it took to type it out.
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jedipat Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2016
Can you do something where the Mane 6 ponies (Twilight Sparkle (Unicorn), Pinkie Pie, Applejack (Her hat grows with her), Rainbow Dash, Rarity, and Fluttershy) keep growing bigger... and bigger... and bigger... and bigger... and they never stop growing?
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Frozen-Doopliss Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Well, I do like MLP, and I do have a fondness for ridiculous-scale growth.  But I'm just a writer, so it's a bit harder to keep the reader visualizing the scale properly, and I'm not sure if I could really make it that interesting to read anyway.  So the answer is "most likely not."
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Trevor-Fox Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2016  Student Traditional Artist
Thanks a bunch for the watch! It means a lot to me! =3
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LackeDragon Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2016  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for the fav!
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Frozen-Doopliss Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome!
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