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[b]Warning for readers:[/b] The story, which is an important part of the submission, references ‘explicit’ subjects.

[b]Story Preface:[/b] I made a short series of images that encompass Marian evolving into his true form. The story portions are all one shots written on the spot for fun with the ideas I had behind the drawings. For the purpose of this exercise I am not even reading back over what I write before posting. This is just practice in its raw form ^^
I am planning on coming back at later dates to fix typos, grammar, flow, etc. ^^

[b]:Content warnings:[/b] [i]Some suicidal ideation. Gender Dysphoria. Trans character gender affirming TF (but his TF is not a binary one, but an intersex one)
Although I originally wanted Marian to be a binary male at the end of his TF, I opted for something that is more of a personal 'body acceptance' route for me. This is both a fun and a therapeutic story for me, so it may not be the 'normal' TF story fare, which you may or may not like. So please keep all of this in mind when reading.[/i]

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[section=Story Part 3 (click!)]

[i]Okay, calm down, no need to panic.[/i]

Marian’s fingers dug into the delicate plush coating on his face, parting right through and hitting skin, threatening to pierce it. He pulled his hand back and beheld his fingers, darkened, hardening. He desperately tried to flex them; they were still somehow malleable and poseable, now more like claws distantly suggestive of fingers. Any evidence of skin was almost gone; sprouting pin feathers steadily filling in the gaps.

Adrenaline coursing through him, he struggled to stand, nearly dropping the orb, but his legs felt glued to the ground. It glowed brighter than ever, pulsing with life, and he could now clearly see his reflection in its depths. He was hyperventilating. He felt delirious.

Fuzzy tufted ears, visibly growing longer by the second, twitched with minds of their own, governed by instinct. Bright white, they caught the light like diamond dust. The way they moved felt so natural and graceful, as though they’d always been there. For just a moment, the sensation made him quiver with pleasure.
Everywhere that his face felt taught and stretched really was- it was more snout-like than anything, an animal’s. In disbelief he tried to touch his hand to his nose and indeed felt it gently pushing outwards at a steady pace.

[i]Maybe this is fine.[/i]

It didn’t really hurt, more like cramps from sitting too long or soreness after exercise. Plus, something about it was feeling continuously more pleasant. The conflicting feelings in every bit of muscle and connective tissue- both stiff and stretched past their limits, consumed him. Fresh sensations, overstimulating but increasingly welcomingly so. He began losing himself to obsession, anxiety turning to vigor.

His clothes felt slightly tighter, most noticeably the bottoms... He drew claws softly over the fabric, it wouldn’t be long before it split at the seams at this rate. He grew more excited, though he was a man at heart he had never minded having thick hips and thighs.

[i]And just think of the dicks I could drain with these~[/i]

He did not mind the thought right now, though normally he would have found it quite intrusive. A blush washed across his face as he smiled contentedly. Then his eyes shifted a bit higher.

[i]Those, though.[/i]

His breasts he’d never had the same attachment to. In fact, they were reminders of countless painful memories that he didn’t care to recount at the moment. But they were not growing, quite the opposite. His eyes widened a bit and the blush burned deeper, now set deep under silken white fluff.

[i]They were really shrinking?![/i]

This euphoria combined with his plump, swelling thighs stroked his senses to new heights. The material of his jeans was now straining urgently in a brand-new region, his crotch. He’d often had the urge to penetrate but now it was simply *unbearable*. But something wasn’t quite as he expected. His body still also craved penetration, the usual heat of his pussy was still there. It wasn’t unwelcome by any means, he was simply perplexed. Brow furrowing, he involuntarily bucked his hips forward, grinding his expanding bulge into the rapidly failing textile. Breath hitching with eyes rolling back, he scrambled to try to undo his pants, but his newly minted claws had other plans. He scratched at the button and zipper desperately to unleash his throbbing need with the dexterity of a newborn. These threads were fit to burst but would they do so before he passed out? In the yet unyielding vice grip, the slightest movement, even the tiniest gasp for air, his flesh was roughly caressed. Every nerve ending fired at the merciless assault. His perception was so overloaded with euphoria he began to feel himself slipping away.

Finally, he felt a claw pop through the fabric, and an accompanying audible tear was a welcome symphony for his ears. The immediate unshackling from his cloth prison threw him into fierce climax. Every muscle involuntarily tensed as he weakly cried out, rich ropes of cum shot forth, painting his legs and the ground in front of him. It was all he could do to barely hold on and ride it out, the endless waves threatening to drown him in rapture. His mind broke, saliva streaming from between gnashed fangs with raspy breaths. After an eternity they began growing softer, but still present continued contractions pulsed forth milky seed in a pool around him. He’d already been at his limit, and the unrelenting ripples of bliss shoved him from the edge into the fathomless depths of unconsciousness. [/section]

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I am enjoying this quite a bit, even if it could be better if I proofread and edited it feels best to just let the words flow!

Also, the Anthro League Pokémon AU is leo9348’s creation <3

A small series of artworks + stories chronicling a trans man's journey with finding his true self. Pokemon tgtf from human female to maleherm latias.