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After more than a year of development, itâs finally done!
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A short thing inspired by @wrenzephyr2âs character, the Basic Baroness. If you like this kind of thing, you should definitely check out their deviantart and patreon.
âWho are you here to see? The receptionist was an older lady with her hair in a tight bun and concentric circles under her eyes. She spoke with the clipped efficiency of a cop. Angela swallowed. She didnât doubt the suited woman recognized her. Angela had been in and out of this lobby a lot, sometimes escorted by security. Angela tried to smile under the receptionistâs scrutiny.
Angelaâs companion was not as intimidated. She took a grande caramel macchiato out of the four way she had walked in with. âWeâre just here to see some friends. Arenât we friends? I even brought you some coffee.â
The mysterious woman set the coffee down on the receptionistâs desk. There was a searing green flash that made Angelaâs eyes water. The receptionist, a bubbly college intern, accepted the macchiato grateful. âOh my gawd, you are the best. This job is snoozevilles. I canât believe my fucking parents said theyâd only pay or ânecessitiesâ.â
The woman â The creature? The spirit? She called herself the Baroness â smiled over her shoulder at Angela as she and receptionist made small talk. The receptionist now couldnât be older than nineteen, with pro-quality make-up, a salon cut, and a cute pout. The severe suit was gone; now she wore a half-open blouse, with a bright pink ribbon choker. As the receptionist tipped back her coffee, Angela watched in horror as the receptionâs cleavage stretched forward, pink nipples sliding out from under a demi-bra. The Baroness winked at Angela.
Angelaâs right hand twitched. It was still clenched painfully around the lead coin from the ritual. Angela still couldnât let go.
âAnyway, do watchaâ need to do. Iâll buzz you into the elevator.â
âAww, thank you. Youâre so sweet.â The Baroness cooed and headed for the lobby elevators. Angela followed close behind, pulled along by the coin. One of the keyscan pads switched to green. The Baroness gave the receptionist a playful thumbs up as they got in.
The Baroness hit a button for one of the top floors. The elevator was mirrored. Angela studied the pair of them in the reflections. Angela was a dowdy middle-aged woman in a sweatshirt, menâs jeans, and sneakers. Her face looked positively craggy next to the Baronessâ smooth (elven?) features. The Baroness oozed self-confidence in what Angela supposed was high-fashion street wear. Angela had fought ever day of the last twenties years to breath life into her neighborhood, and she looked the part. The Baroness had appeared out of thin air and she looked her part, too.
âYou need to loosen up for this sort of thing.â The Baroness teased Angela.
âYou⌠you changed her.â Angela managed to stutter out. âYou⌠erased her.â
âNonsense. I made her more agreeable. Isnât that what you asked for?â The Baroness pointed to the lead coin that Angela couldnât stop clutching. âShe who opens doors? She who weaves alliances? She who fills the halls of your enemies with glad tiding?â
Angela hung her head. âI just wanted them to listen to me. I didnât want to hurt anyoneâŚâ
âYou are too dramatic for your own good. Coffee?â
Angela flinched. The Baroness grinned until her lips pulled back over her pearly white teeth.
The elevator opened up on a busy office with âBryne Real Estateâ on its glass door. Angela watched in terror as the Baroness strode purposely into the flurry of people. Across the room, Angela spotted Mr. Bryneâs secretary, Ms. Kowolski. The posh woman immediately recognized Angela and marched across the office, furious. The power-suit clad secretary opened her mouth to scream when the Baroness shoved a coffee cup into Ms. Kowolskiâs hand.
âSoy pumpkin spice latte for Bon-Bon?â
A tower of green flame engulfed Ms. Kowolski. The entire office fell silent as the flames revealed a girl who couldâve been Ms. Kowolskiâs daughter. The french-braided teenager stood there in black leggings that said âPinkâ in dark purple and a purple hoodie that said âPinkâ in black, with a dozen rainbow jelly bracelets on either arm. Two massive surgical enhancements hung from her chest.
âDude, thanks. I totally needed my hit.â
Chaos exploded across the office, as people fought to get away from the Baroness. She patted the newly christianed Bon-Bon on the head, put another one of the drinks in her fourway on the ground, and sashayed towards Mr. Bryneâs office. Angela chased after the Baroness, trying to be heard over the din. She stumbled around the confused Bon-Bon, while avoiding the drink on the floor (some kind of sprinkle-laden frappe) like a mine.
âWhat the fuck is everyoneâs problem?â Bon-Bon, confused, yelled at Angela. She ignored the former Ms. Kowolski, even though the sound of Bon-Bonâs squeaky voice made Angelaâs guts churn. She spotted Mr. Bryne, a fat balding man, at his office door. He was trying to figure out the confusion. The lead coin threatened to pull Angela off her feet to keep up with the Baroness.
âGet back inside!â Angela screamed, mind racing. âSheâs got a, uh, gun!â
That did the trick. The pale Mr. Bryne slammed his door shut. The Baroness rolled her eyes as Angela fell to the ground next to her.
âDo you know why I answered your summons, Angela Blanchett? Because so few humans actually use magic. They often never have the guts to see it to the end.â
âIâm sorry, I really am, Iâm begging you, please stop this-â
âHey, you, freeze!â
Angela look over her shoulder. A security guard ran to intercept them. His foot struck the frappe left on the floor and a wall of green fire swallowed the man. A second later, a stunning blonde woman in a be-dazzled latex bikini stumbled out. She seemed unconcerned with the surrounding panic (even Bon-Bon was stunned by the transformantion) and giggled as she spun a finger through her flock-of-seagulls hair.
âYou canât stop what you asked for, Angela. You can only accept the consequence.â The Baroness nodded to the lead coin. The coin pulled Angelaâs hand to Mr. Bryneâs door. She found herself turning the knob, bending it further with inhuman strength until the wood splintered around the bolt. Angela fell into the office of the cowering business man.
âYou! Youâre the woman who was trying to save that.. that damn community center! Why are you doing this!â
âYou have to believe me, Iâm not,â Angela winced as her clenched hand throbbed. âThis woman, sheâs dangerous, you have to get away-â
âWhat is with the mood in here, you guys? So tense.â The Baroness stepped over Angela. âAngie here was nice enough to get you some coffee. No big.â
The world hummed as the Baroness approached Mr. Bryne and held a coffee cup out for him. Angela watched the walls, the office, everything phase in and out like a trick picture. A current made the world ripple. Each jello-like ripple was a chill down Angelaâs spin. Focus, Angela told herself. Focus focus focus focus focus focus focus~
The lead coin rolled by the Baronessâ foot. âStop.â
âOh?â The Baroness looked down at the coin. The soft lead was imprinted with fingernail marks, the names of Angela Blanchett and Louis Bryne, and the calling gyre. Quickly, the imprints healed and smoothed away, and coin had an unblemished surface. The Baroness smiled politely to Mr. Bryne, then reached down and pocketed it. âOkay. Okay. I can take a hint.â
The Baroness turned back to Angela. The worn-out activist lay against the broken door and cradled her right hand. Her red face was covered in sweat. The timeless Baroness stood over the panting old woman. Angela watched the Baroness like a snake.
âYou⌠can⌠go⌠nowâŚâ
âI was here to do you a favor.â The Baroness shook her head. She pulled the lid off the last coffee cup and relished the scent. âItâs good. Dark roast, straight black, ethically sourced. I think youâd enjoy it.â
âWhat are you⌠talking about?â
âI donât like having my time wasted.â
The Baroness emptied the coffee on Angela. She shrieked when the hot liquid hit her. But it didnât hurt. It burned ice cold as flames ate away at memories, ate away at the food bank, ate away at the preschool, ate away at the legal clinics, ate ate ate ate away at the whole damn neighborhood, ate ate ate as Angela grew so small and so lost in the universe.
âAngie, are you okay?â
Angie blinked. She was lying on the floor of her bossâs office. Bryne Real Estate hummed with its day-to-day bustle. Mr. Bryne knelt next to her. Coffee soaked her blouse. At that moment, Angie remembered that she didnât wear a bra under her flowly, loose blouses. The young intern blushed and folded her arms over herself.
âMr. Bryne, I was getting you some coffee and, Iâm sorry, Iâll go and-â
âDonât worry about, let me help you up.â Mr. Bryne smiled wide and took Angieâs elbow. She could tell her saw a lot. And as she stood up, she felt Mr. Bryneâs hand smooth out her boho skirt for her. She smiled from the nervous thrill.
âGosh, youâre so nice, Mr. Bryne. Can I call you Lou?â Angie used one hand to pull back her white-girl dreads and let her other arm slip a little lower, exposing more of her coffee-soaked chest. Those Coachella tickets werenât going to buy themselves, she reasoned.
Down in the lobby, the Baroness stepped off the elevator. The receptionist was texting furiously, muttering under breath about bitches this and fuckboys that. It lightened the Baronessâ mood.
âI like your style, kid.â She told the receptionist as she passed. The Baroness slapped an unmarked lead coin on the desk. âCall me if you ever need a favor.â
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CMSN: Donât Give Her Any Lipple
A lovely, lip-lickin' Lipple DemonessÂ
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Bebe: CyBabe
"Cy? You doing alright?" The photographer's voice snapped the teen model out of her daze. "Huh? Oh nothin', just feelin' a bit spacey today," She chuckled, squatting down for the next pose. It had only been a week after meeting her agent and Cy was already at her fifth photo shoot. Her agent always joked she was a modeling TITAN, though the joke rarely landed a laugh, the teen not getting the reference. Cy remembered feeling devastated after her accident, but with some tech upgrades and artificial skin grafts, the girl was living a normal life. Well, beyond normal really. She was apparently taking the hip hop modeling market by storm. She was getting more offers than she could keep up with and if it wasn't for her amazing agent she would be completely overwhelmed. However, every so often she wondered if there was more she could be doing with her upgrades... saving people... maybe join that Teen team or Justice something or other, whatever it was called... but the thoughts always seemed to get hazy and leave her with an empty stare until she snapped back to the present. That was her business, she thought, bending over and arching her back. Besides, modeling and dancing is WAY more profitable. "Good news, Cy," her purple haired agent walked up, still holding her phone, "We just got the call and you got the spot dancing with Queen B at the Music Award Show!" "BOOYAH!!" the teen cheered.
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BNHA: Momoâs Intimate Capture
Momo Yaoyorozu has been attacked by the infamous villain, Dollmaker. Her quirk allows her to turn victims into dolls, statues, or, as with this case, mannequins. She does this through the use of her hypnotic voice that lulls and dulls the victim into a more malleable state. A sudden loud or surprising sound can undo the changes, however the longer the victim remains in that state, the more lingering effects theyâll have. These range from preferring to wear the sorts of outfits they wore when they were a mannequin or doll, smooth, plastic-like skin, or even jointed appendages leaving them a living doll. Hopefully, Momo will be freed from her mannequin form soon... the shopkeeper looked to be approaching with some naughty looking negligee...Â
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BeBe: Loki Adapts
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Loki swirled her wine glass, her amber ruby lips parting as she let out a soft purr. âSo this is the magic you used on my brother, is it?â She spoke evenly, her eyes slipping from her glass to the lavender haired woman standing before her. â...shit, another Asgardian...â Bebe sighed as she prepped for a second assault. âoh that wonât be necessary, dear,â Loki waved the girl off before taking a long sip of her wine, âthis is hardly my first as a lady, though I will admit you have a rather trashy sense of fashion,â she gently pet her fur coat, then turned to fully face Bebe. âThis little game youâre playing with the heroes is terribly entertaining! I mean, to see my brother, Mister Manliest of Manlies, reduced to some ditzy wench fawning over any mortal flexing his bicep, should be put on stage as high theatre,â she chuckled, setting the glass down. âSo... what,â Bebe eyed the woman carefully, âyou enjoy this? Are you surrendering?â âLittle faerie, I could squish you like a bug... turn you into a bug... be a bug that squishes you, frankly the possibilities are endless. No, Iâm finding this quite fun and you are free to continue on this little mission of yours,â she waved The Baroness off, âjust know that Thor will probably be the last Asgardian youâll manage to subdue... but do tell others that I have fallen to your tricks,â another wine glass appeared in her hand, âafter all, I have my own games to play, and the element of surprise is key,â she raised the glass before turning and returning to the bar, âbesides, the best games are all about the Long Game...â Bebe felt a slight chill run down her spine as she left... this contract was getting more dangerous by the day...âÂ
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Lurking around the sketchdump and the one that caught my attention was the sketch where the person is transforming into a cartoon bunny. How did you make it work from a more accurate human into a simplified cartoon character without looking weird from combining one another?
Thereâs for sure more than one way to do this, but this is what I usually do:
I donât worry about the internal structures more than I have to, and tend to think of the figures Iâm drawing as basically play-doh, which helps when you have to mash shapes together in order to get a TF that looks appealing!
Hope this helps!
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~ Isnât It Strange? ~
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Stephanie Strange giggled as she adjusted her bunny ears, her little blue leotard hugging her teenaged curves tightly. She'd have to hurry if she was going to make it to the show on time, it was her first performance... and... Doctor Strange gasped, the Eye of Agamotto glowing bright green as her leotard began to unravel and loosen back into her... into his Kamar-Taj training robes. "Dammit," He grunted passed still soft lips, "Where is she?!" He looked around. There was a fluttering of cloth as his red cloak floated nervously nearby, almost trying to protect its now shorter master. Magic wrapped around his slender arms, preparing a counter spell to the witch's hex when- Stephanie saw the time and gasped, she was going to be late! She straightened her dress as lace and frills began forming beneath the changing material. She minced towards the campus auditorium in her platform heels. She could feel her costume cottontail bouncing with each step, giggling knowing it would be getting a LOT of attention once she- "You can't win!!" Stephen Strange called out as the scarlet cape fluttered frantically behind him. "I've defeated inter-dimensional Gods! Beings of pure chaos! I'm not going to fall to some Fae with parlor tricks and glammers!" She looked around, her clothes had remained this time, the Arcane Arts weren't coming to her as easily now... Her memory was getting hazy with each iteration. However, the magical presence she had been feeling also seemed to be waning. "You can't keep this up!" She called, "I can feel you getting weaker and I WILL find you! Just you wait and-" Stephanie headed up the steps and into the backstage entrance, not noticing the subtle click of the door as she dashed in, nor the soft slaps against the heavy door as the floating cape tried to follow her in. "Ooooh, I hope I haven't missed my cue!" She moved to the side stage, then eeped and quickly walked out as the gentleman in the suit watched her. "Oh good! There's my lovely new assistant! I was worried I'd have to try and pull her from my hat, like a good bunny" He smiled as the crowd chuckled and clapped, a few of the men hooting as the teen girl sashayed onto the stage. The magician continued to smile but leaned in towards Stephanie, "Glad you could make it, Miss Strange..." Stephanie smiled and posed, waving to the audience, "I'm sorry Mr. Zatara, I promise it won't happen again," she apologized through her smile before moving onto the first act. In the audience, a purple haired woman wipe her brow with a red handkerchief. These marks were getting harder and harder... First the Asgardians, now some Guardian of some sort of Ancient Mystic Sanctum? What's next? A purple god with the power to snap his finger to destroy the universe? She chuckled a bit, though sensing a forboding presence of allusion in the air as the girl on stage was sawed in half.Â
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~ A New Valkyrie ~
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The blonde bombshell grumbled as she wandered the streets of the coastal city, "The damnable wench will pay for her treachery! To reduce Thor Odinson to this... weaker form," She grumbled staring at her perfectly manicured hands. "If she thinks that a Lady Asgardian is any less of a threat, than she will know the harsh folley of her mistakes!!" Bebe panted, peeking out from an alleyway. She had thought this was just another hero, easily bent and written off... then the coed started throwing cars! The Baroness sighed, catching her breath. She had to think of a plan, since she couldn't just undo a freakin' GOD!! She watched as the Asgardian princess made her way towards the beach. "Hmm, maybe if I shift things around a little bit..." She held out her hand, reaching out to Thor's mind and memories. Thor glared, staring around, feeling an itch at the back of her head. "You forsaken witch! Come out and face the Daughter of... the Son..." She shook her head and turned around. "What devil's trickery be this?" She felt fuzzy, not like a cute animal, but more like she was missing something. She focused, "I am Thor... Goddess of Thunder Thighs and bringer... uhm, bringer of heroes to..." She shook her head again as something still seemed off. "I... Am Lor, Valkyrie of the All-Father... Guider of Heroes to... to uhm, Valhalla I think?" She twirled a silken tress of her long platinum hair. "Yes, that sounds right... I guide big strong warriors to... uhm, now where was Valhalla?" "Hey babe, you lost?" Lor turned and saw a large, muscular man approaching. She blushed, such a vision sculpted of the finest marble... she shook her head, " "N-no, The Mighty Lor is... uhm, totally not lost," She giggled, her voice sounded so subdued and flirty. The man smirked, a bit confused, but the hottie in the costume did seem a touch lost. "You sure?" He walked closer, Lor shivering at his masculine presence. "Y-yes... Uhm, I'm like, a guide to... to Valhalla and-" "Oh Valhalla? That new Dance Club on the Strip?" He smiled, Lor nearly melted. "I... Y-yes, that sounds right," She smiled, still staring at his oiled muscles. "Well, how about you 'guide' me there tonight? I'd love to see you dance," He wrapped a thick arm around her waist. Lor purred, "I-I would love to show you, darling Warrior..." Bebe sighed in relief, "that should keep the blonde busy for awhile... This job is getting dangerous... My contract did NOT include gods and cosmic entities... way above my pay-grade..."Â
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How to help your artists - The circle of influence.
So over the past 10-15 years, as Iâve been trying to branch out, grow a following and sell commissions, thereâs one phrase Iâve heard more than any other.
âIâd love to support you, but I have no money.â
And you know, I get that. I understand. I donât have any either. But hereâs the secret. The most powerful and useful thing you can do to support an artist? It doesnât cost a penny. Reblog their posts, signal boost their commissions, advertise their patreon./ If you have commissioned them, or do support their patreon? Write a review, tell your friends, share their links. Keep circulating the tapes.
Every post is an artist laying themselves bare before you. You have the power to make them into somebody. You can make them into a big name, you can help bring them an income. All you have to do is share.
Hereâs a handy infographic.
If artists get only likes, they never get any exposure. They find no followers, they make no money, and feel worthless.
But with reblogs, who knows how far they could reach? New people could see their work and follow them, and maybe one person will spot that commissions post or patreon promo, and maybe offer to help support them. And it didnât even cost those followers a penny to reblog the post.
So please, anyone out there. If you enjoy an artistâs work and canât afford to give any monetary support, you can give them something more powerful. A voice.
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~Just Married~
Finally caught up with #StevenUniverse and goodness the new episodes were amazing!! @rebeccasugar and the Crewniverse did great, loved the stories, and I REALLY canât wait to see what will come of it all! I hope to design some shirts like this one style
ALSO, I made that text logo from scratch, which is a big deal for me since I normally am terrible at Typography.
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~Onwards to Adventure!!~
Quick doodle I made for my friend @midosandsa
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~Just Married~
Finally caught up with #StevenUniverse and goodness the new episodes were amazing!! @rebeccasugar and the Crewniverse did great, loved the stories, and I REALLY canât wait to see what will come of it all! I hope to design some shirts like this one style
ALSO, I made that text logo from scratch, which is a big deal for me since I normally am terrible at Typography.
Check out my TWITTER
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