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A cold breeze blew over Xavier’s body, like a death knell for summer. His body broke out in goose bumps, he’d be in the water shortly, and figured he would better get used to the temperature there. Leaving his clothing and towel on the hill, he made a mad dash over the hill for the lake. As he got ready to heave himself into a cannonball, he stopped dead in his tracks. There was no lake, only a vast barren field of mud. There was no water to be seen, no traces of aquatic life or any underwater plants. He only saw a few strips of algae, in scattered spots. He wandered around in the early light looking for a sign as to what happened.
His eyes came to rest on a hastily erected sign, that stated, “Area condemned, lake to be drained for decontamination.” He read further that the lake had been selected for experimentation, and during the tests, the scientists had mistakenly added too much of some chemical or other, and it had killed the lake life, super fertilized the algae and virtually destroyed the lake. In trying to fix a problem in another area, the science team had taken a recreational lake and killed it. According to another sign, they were not given federal permission for it and were now under investigation.
While Xavier liked the idea of them getting what they deserved, the redheaded teenager’s childhood retreat was gone. He looked over towards the far bank, and found the tire swing had snapped off, and laid next to the tree it was attached to, which had been felled. Xavier knew he worked a lot this summer and past spring, but he had no idea that all of this work had gone on. The lake was a fair distance from his house, and he had to bike here, on a small dirt road too thin to drive on. Shivering he surveyed the ghostly hole, as the sun crept further into the sky. Silently he muttered, “I just wish… I could bring the lake back“ and as in on cue, and unbeknownst to him a green and blue towel floated down to get tangled in the tree.
Reasoning that he should return to grab his clothing and leave, he started back up the hill, his earlier joy had been replaced with melancholy. As he ascended the hill, the wind grew fierce and at once blew his change of clothes and towel into the dirt. As he turned to chase them down, he tripped over a large rock he didn’t see before. Picking himself up from the dirt, he now saw he was covered in mud. “Crap!” he shouted to no one. Looking around for where his clothes went, he saw nothing. As if they vanished into thin air, he sat back on his heels covered in mud, feeling like a fool. Xavier got back up on his feet and turned around, he had more clothes at home, and he’d ride back and get cleaned up there.
As he started on the hill he saw a green and blue towel float towards him. Stepping backwards he caught it, and without another thought he wiped the mud off of his body. Glad to have the crud off his body he dropped it on the ground. As he looked back at it, it looked different. Picking it up again in his left hand he saw that instead of the towel he thought it was, it looked like a costume. It had arms and legs, and a tiny tail and wings. It looked like a dragon costume, with a head missing. Confused, but uninterested he let go of it, but it remained fast against his hand. He tried to shake it off, but his hand wasn’t coming free. It was as if it he had put on a glove, and it had gotten stuck on his fingers. Xavier tried to wiggle them free, but instead of the fabric coming lose, he only felt his hand. Then as he lifted it up, he saw the originally lifeless material suddenly and rapidly becoming realistic. He could feel his fingers moving into the sockets, and growing, as if becoming… no it had to be a mistake, he was imaging this because he was upset and bored with the lake. But his hand grew. And the fabric changed distinctly into a scaly sheen; out of curiosity he touched it. It felt like scales. And more unsettling his hand responded to the touch, that was his skin.
Yelling, as his attempts to free himself became more frantic, and in his thrashing, the costume ended up on his back, which it adhered too. Realizing what had just happened, Xavier redoubled his efforts to get the thing off, grunting and rolling around. The fabric mean while clung to him and dissolved into his flesh, from his neck to his waistline, and began to wrap itself around his chest. As he struggled he only succeeded in getting the material on his foot. He stepped on it and heaved, attempting to break it before it had time to glue itself to him. He succeeded in ripping the fabric, but instead a horrible new sensation brought itself to his attention, the fabric slid under his trunks and down his legs. In a matter of seconds, the ripped off piece attached itself to his left foot. Cursing again, he could feel his bones being altered and his body growing to fill the costume as it attached itself. He looked down, and the awkward fit of the three-toed boots one both legs quickly became much more comfortable, to his horror.
As he fought with it, the costume covered his entire right leg, and was preparing to connect itself over his knee on the left. His right arm was still free, and he tried to keep everything off of it. Then in an undesirably bizarre motion, he could feel the useless tail suddenly become his own, as his spine grew itself into the gap, with new flesh replacing the cotton. It sealed making it movable, and another part of the thrashing mess that was Xavier. The wings were next. Impossibly little gimpy things, they too burst with new muscle and life as they grew to proper size. With each new appendage or digit reduction brought forth a new gasp from Xavier. The costume eased around his neck and covered his chest, growing his body considerably wherever it affixed itself to him. It swirled around his arm, preparing to conquer that next.
Trying to rip it off his arms became useless, the costume was like a second skin, or rather his only one where it had stopped moving, he had claws on his left hand now, and they felt like extensions of his body, the same for his three clawed feet which had finished reshaping his feet in awkwardly digitigrade shapes. Both feet were webbed, as was his clawed hand. Swishing his tail in anger, he suddenly couldn’t breathe. In flash he’d been robbed of breathing throw his nose or mouth or as the costume attached itself to his face. In his moment of pure fear it got worse as his right eye went blind. Momentarily half blind, mute and breathless he tried to rip mouth open with his human hand. After an agonizing feeling of his jaw structure jutting out, it exploded open, and the sound that came out of his mouth was no human noise. Breathing returned, but he was frightened by his own sounds, he pulled at the costume on his right eye until sight returned. As he tried to hold the advance of the costume on his back, he could feel his right ear dissolving, the exterior becoming a simple hole. As he felt his wings and tail grow in power, he could feel his humanity being covered and erased. His legs were almost completely scaled, and only a small portion of his abdomen as free. His neck left shoulder and right arm were free but his feeling of independence was short lived. The costume covered the left side of his face, raced over his shoulder and covered his right arm. His last human arm turned scaled clawed and webbed, his face became a complete draconic muzzle. He could feel his body grow in size and muscle mass. His pupils were both now ophidian and yellow, and his wings grew to a size capable of supporting the new dragon in air. His trunks had been dissolved by the change, but as his lower anatomy had been altered to that of a reptile, he suddenly forgot his human modesty.
The costume leached into his brain, and while preserving his memories and personality, it gave him new ideas, brought to him new powers and then ceased to move, the force gave itself completely over to him. The human and the violent costume were gone, a new scaled and powerful water dragon stood in their place. Opening his eyes, Xavier knew he was much larger, and not human any more. He felt around his back for a zipper or a Velcro piece but found nothing, as he surmised; only his skin remained. Unbelief and confusion reigned supreme in his head, he looked himself over, but he knew what he was, a dragon. He’d played enough fantasy games to suggest by his coloration and the fact he had webbed feet and hands he was a water dragon.
His old life ended now, but he had a water dragon’s body, and after testing it out, a water dragon’s power. Walking to small puddle, he touched it, and made it grow. Smirking to himself, he realized he would have the lake to himself forever. After all, who would bother a dragon that flooded the land when people got too near trying to test it? As he grew the puddle Xavier began to appreciate his new… situation. His wish had been granted; after he master his power he’d bring the lake back and protect it from any harm.
I’m not done with costume tf's yet, apparently. A week ago I decided to remake a couple of my older transformations, and of the couple I listed to try, this one stood out. It’s a remake of this: [link] where the protagonist was transformed into a “Water Dragon” by an off-screen female of the same species, through an enchanted costume. The original plot was that he’d enjoyed the spot and it was going to be leveled for a new road. I cut her and the road part out, and picked the first thing that came to my mind.
I honestly thought the older idea was good at the time, and it was for an old contest run by
transryu. It didn’t place, probably because it’s so bland and the story’s obnoxious. At any rate, this is an updated version that I had started to doodle in my sketchbook, and after the third-re sketch I colored it. I've developed a fondness for this tf, even though I'm not big costume transformations in general.
Sketch: probably 3 hours total
Colors: Around 10 hours, for the entire image (Crayola’s rule)
Photoshop: half hour I fixed the tone and cleaned it up in a few spots, to make it look as close to the paper copy as I could.
Songlist: I probably listened to these a billion times over the course of coloring this.
Clavicula Nox- Therion
Rise of Sodom and Gomorrah-Therion
Bloody Tears- Michiru Yamane (SoTN is godly)
Bloodstained Endurance- Trail of Tears
Whispers- UnSun
Stigmata- Omega Lithium
Xavier, and the artwork are © to me.
His eyes came to rest on a hastily erected sign, that stated, “Area condemned, lake to be drained for decontamination.” He read further that the lake had been selected for experimentation, and during the tests, the scientists had mistakenly added too much of some chemical or other, and it had killed the lake life, super fertilized the algae and virtually destroyed the lake. In trying to fix a problem in another area, the science team had taken a recreational lake and killed it. According to another sign, they were not given federal permission for it and were now under investigation.
While Xavier liked the idea of them getting what they deserved, the redheaded teenager’s childhood retreat was gone. He looked over towards the far bank, and found the tire swing had snapped off, and laid next to the tree it was attached to, which had been felled. Xavier knew he worked a lot this summer and past spring, but he had no idea that all of this work had gone on. The lake was a fair distance from his house, and he had to bike here, on a small dirt road too thin to drive on. Shivering he surveyed the ghostly hole, as the sun crept further into the sky. Silently he muttered, “I just wish… I could bring the lake back“ and as in on cue, and unbeknownst to him a green and blue towel floated down to get tangled in the tree.
Reasoning that he should return to grab his clothing and leave, he started back up the hill, his earlier joy had been replaced with melancholy. As he ascended the hill, the wind grew fierce and at once blew his change of clothes and towel into the dirt. As he turned to chase them down, he tripped over a large rock he didn’t see before. Picking himself up from the dirt, he now saw he was covered in mud. “Crap!” he shouted to no one. Looking around for where his clothes went, he saw nothing. As if they vanished into thin air, he sat back on his heels covered in mud, feeling like a fool. Xavier got back up on his feet and turned around, he had more clothes at home, and he’d ride back and get cleaned up there.
As he started on the hill he saw a green and blue towel float towards him. Stepping backwards he caught it, and without another thought he wiped the mud off of his body. Glad to have the crud off his body he dropped it on the ground. As he looked back at it, it looked different. Picking it up again in his left hand he saw that instead of the towel he thought it was, it looked like a costume. It had arms and legs, and a tiny tail and wings. It looked like a dragon costume, with a head missing. Confused, but uninterested he let go of it, but it remained fast against his hand. He tried to shake it off, but his hand wasn’t coming free. It was as if it he had put on a glove, and it had gotten stuck on his fingers. Xavier tried to wiggle them free, but instead of the fabric coming lose, he only felt his hand. Then as he lifted it up, he saw the originally lifeless material suddenly and rapidly becoming realistic. He could feel his fingers moving into the sockets, and growing, as if becoming… no it had to be a mistake, he was imaging this because he was upset and bored with the lake. But his hand grew. And the fabric changed distinctly into a scaly sheen; out of curiosity he touched it. It felt like scales. And more unsettling his hand responded to the touch, that was his skin.
Yelling, as his attempts to free himself became more frantic, and in his thrashing, the costume ended up on his back, which it adhered too. Realizing what had just happened, Xavier redoubled his efforts to get the thing off, grunting and rolling around. The fabric mean while clung to him and dissolved into his flesh, from his neck to his waistline, and began to wrap itself around his chest. As he struggled he only succeeded in getting the material on his foot. He stepped on it and heaved, attempting to break it before it had time to glue itself to him. He succeeded in ripping the fabric, but instead a horrible new sensation brought itself to his attention, the fabric slid under his trunks and down his legs. In a matter of seconds, the ripped off piece attached itself to his left foot. Cursing again, he could feel his bones being altered and his body growing to fill the costume as it attached itself. He looked down, and the awkward fit of the three-toed boots one both legs quickly became much more comfortable, to his horror.
As he fought with it, the costume covered his entire right leg, and was preparing to connect itself over his knee on the left. His right arm was still free, and he tried to keep everything off of it. Then in an undesirably bizarre motion, he could feel the useless tail suddenly become his own, as his spine grew itself into the gap, with new flesh replacing the cotton. It sealed making it movable, and another part of the thrashing mess that was Xavier. The wings were next. Impossibly little gimpy things, they too burst with new muscle and life as they grew to proper size. With each new appendage or digit reduction brought forth a new gasp from Xavier. The costume eased around his neck and covered his chest, growing his body considerably wherever it affixed itself to him. It swirled around his arm, preparing to conquer that next.
Trying to rip it off his arms became useless, the costume was like a second skin, or rather his only one where it had stopped moving, he had claws on his left hand now, and they felt like extensions of his body, the same for his three clawed feet which had finished reshaping his feet in awkwardly digitigrade shapes. Both feet were webbed, as was his clawed hand. Swishing his tail in anger, he suddenly couldn’t breathe. In flash he’d been robbed of breathing throw his nose or mouth or as the costume attached itself to his face. In his moment of pure fear it got worse as his right eye went blind. Momentarily half blind, mute and breathless he tried to rip mouth open with his human hand. After an agonizing feeling of his jaw structure jutting out, it exploded open, and the sound that came out of his mouth was no human noise. Breathing returned, but he was frightened by his own sounds, he pulled at the costume on his right eye until sight returned. As he tried to hold the advance of the costume on his back, he could feel his right ear dissolving, the exterior becoming a simple hole. As he felt his wings and tail grow in power, he could feel his humanity being covered and erased. His legs were almost completely scaled, and only a small portion of his abdomen as free. His neck left shoulder and right arm were free but his feeling of independence was short lived. The costume covered the left side of his face, raced over his shoulder and covered his right arm. His last human arm turned scaled clawed and webbed, his face became a complete draconic muzzle. He could feel his body grow in size and muscle mass. His pupils were both now ophidian and yellow, and his wings grew to a size capable of supporting the new dragon in air. His trunks had been dissolved by the change, but as his lower anatomy had been altered to that of a reptile, he suddenly forgot his human modesty.
The costume leached into his brain, and while preserving his memories and personality, it gave him new ideas, brought to him new powers and then ceased to move, the force gave itself completely over to him. The human and the violent costume were gone, a new scaled and powerful water dragon stood in their place. Opening his eyes, Xavier knew he was much larger, and not human any more. He felt around his back for a zipper or a Velcro piece but found nothing, as he surmised; only his skin remained. Unbelief and confusion reigned supreme in his head, he looked himself over, but he knew what he was, a dragon. He’d played enough fantasy games to suggest by his coloration and the fact he had webbed feet and hands he was a water dragon.
His old life ended now, but he had a water dragon’s body, and after testing it out, a water dragon’s power. Walking to small puddle, he touched it, and made it grow. Smirking to himself, he realized he would have the lake to himself forever. After all, who would bother a dragon that flooded the land when people got too near trying to test it? As he grew the puddle Xavier began to appreciate his new… situation. His wish had been granted; after he master his power he’d bring the lake back and protect it from any harm.
I’m not done with costume tf's yet, apparently. A week ago I decided to remake a couple of my older transformations, and of the couple I listed to try, this one stood out. It’s a remake of this: [link] where the protagonist was transformed into a “Water Dragon” by an off-screen female of the same species, through an enchanted costume. The original plot was that he’d enjoyed the spot and it was going to be leveled for a new road. I cut her and the road part out, and picked the first thing that came to my mind.
I honestly thought the older idea was good at the time, and it was for an old contest run by
transryu. It didn’t place, probably because it’s so bland and the story’s obnoxious. At any rate, this is an updated version that I had started to doodle in my sketchbook, and after the third-re sketch I colored it. I've developed a fondness for this tf, even though I'm not big costume transformations in general.Sketch: probably 3 hours total
Colors: Around 10 hours, for the entire image (Crayola’s rule)
Photoshop: half hour I fixed the tone and cleaned it up in a few spots, to make it look as close to the paper copy as I could.
Songlist: I probably listened to these a billion times over the course of coloring this.
Clavicula Nox- Therion
Rise of Sodom and Gomorrah-Therion
Bloody Tears- Michiru Yamane (SoTN is godly)
Bloodstained Endurance- Trail of Tears
Whispers- UnSun
Stigmata- Omega Lithium
Xavier, and the artwork are © to me.
Category All / Transformation
Species Western Dragon
Size 687 x 900px
File Size 868.5 kB
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