First off, this wasn't drawn by me. This was a birthday gift given to me a few months back by my friend  articulatedartisan! Finally, a TF into one of my favorite OCs! I still can't find the words to express my gratitude towards getting something like this honestly. It's just... so good and I love it so much. So thank you, Arti! :)

I also decided to write a small ficlet that functions as a companion piece to this. I should mention I wrote this story in an hour as a challenge to myself, so it ain't going to look as good as my stories typically do. I might also write an extended version in the future. But for now, enjoy!

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Mike stared at the drink, mildly confused at the offer he's been given. All he said was that he was interested in taking up a new job, and the bartender just… gave him a drink. A weird looking one too. Deep reds and yellows glittering in a small shot glass. It had a fruity scent to it as well. Strawberry, maybe?

"'gain, it's yer choice. Always would love some help 'ere!~" the bartender spoke, his confusing accent resonating in Mike's ears. How had this conversation become so cryptic?


"I uh, don't see how this'll really be of help to you. I don't even know bartending or anything…"


"Bah, i's fine! Consid'r that drink 'n… initiation of s'rts. And ah'll be here to help ya with anything!"


Mike eyed the drink again. Fuck this was stressful, but the offer was so… tempting to him. He inched his hand closer to the glass and took hold of it. "Here goes…"


Drinking it, he found the taste to be just as fruity as the smell. It also had this bubbly feeling in it, as if it were carbonated. Weird to say the least.


Once the glass was emptied he placed it down onto the table. A haze then instantly fell onto his mind.


"Oh God, how strong was that…"


The burly bartender was quick to come from behind the table and hold onto Mike, starting to move him from off the chair he sat on and stand him up. "Pretty strong! You'll be fine though. Didn' expect the ment'l changes to kick in this early…"


"Wuh…"


Mike felt a churning in his gut. A weird bubbly feeling that just wouldn't stop. As the bartender started walking him to behind the counter, Mike could start to see his gut begin to expand. Filling out that button-up of his, going a little beyond that as it very noticeably was bulging from beneath it. The sight didn't last long though, an apron seemingly materializing and already hoisting a strap around his right shoulder.


"What's… happenin'..."


"Nothin' permanent, ah assure you! Plus yah seem like the kinda guy who experiences this a lot. Swear ah saw ya a few weeks ago…"


The bartender's ramblings were starting to get tuned out. Fuck Mike was so confused- the two were almost behind the counter now though. He really needed to lean on something and just… let this all flow through easily.


He could feel the bubbling reach his own torso. His frame was broadening quite a lot, and the top few buttons of his shirt were beginning to… unbutton themselves? And the other strap of the apron was on its way to going around his left shoulder.


His chest was pushing out a bit more, fat accumulating around his pectorals and forcing them to become softer. A slight itching accompanied this, an indicator of body hair inevitably growing in.


Maurice's voice entered his ears again. "I do hope ya don' mind this too much, Mikey! You jus' seemed like the perfect candidate for this."


Mike blinked a few times, attempting to rationalize what was being spoken to him, but in the end he was too muddled in a confusing haze of his mind to really string together any coherency. If anything, he could just feel himself fading, with the feeling of something new entering his mind starting to come on.


His mouth twitched as the feeling of more itchiness started to spring across it. Come to think of it, a lot of his head felt itchy.


"Aha, yer beard's comin' in already!"


Indeed, the beginnings of a beard were starting to sprout. Stray, mustache-like hairs budding above his lip while stubble formed, then thickened on his chin. He could also start to feel the hair on top of his head begin to thin, itching caused by it shortening as well.


Maurice finished hauling Mike to behind the counter and leaned him up there. "Hope ya don't mind some balding!"


Oddly enough, Mike couldn't seem to muster enough care to really mind balding at all.


His gaze drifted down to his shirt, the white having become a shade of pink while the buttons seemed to look almost metallic. He could also feel the straps of the apron slithering behind him, reaching the lower half of his back and tying themselves. This tightened the thing across his gut, but it was oddly comfortable.


A few hairs were also poking out from the top of the split. He could remember himself being a pretty hairy guy, and he could definitely sense the pelt of what was basically fur pressing up against his shirt. His arms always seemed to be in a weird area of not being as hairy as the rest of his body, but a hefty amount of coarse brown hairs did coat his arms as well.


He could also start to feel his arms ache a little as muscle started to pulsate within them. His biceps and triceps thickening, the forearms bulging with a newfound strength. His hands were also growing larger, thicker, and meatier. He's still confused as to how he's gotten this much strength, especially after all these years…


…wait, years?


That… couldn't be right, could it? Wait, he wasn't this… big, or hairy, or…


"Mmph, everythin's confuzzlin' in my mind…"


Has his voice gotten deeper as well? And that accent was an exact duplicate of the bartender's!


He rubbed the side of his head, feeling his shortening hair out (and sensing his own hairline receding). His face continued to itch as more hairs poked out, a consistent beard forming and growing even bushier with each passing moment.


He could also start to sense his lower body begin to shift. His hips widening, his pants seeming to enlarge with them as a belt made its way around his waist. His butt started to press up against the rear of his legwear, rounding out into quite the asset for him.


His jeans started to gain a ragged look to them as the knees started to dethread themselves, holes forming within the denim and allowing a few stray hairs to poke out from them. Fat and muscle also formed around his legs, and he could feel his feet begin to enlarge as his shoes grew bigger and thicker into a nice pair of boots.


The coloration of his shirt settles to a nice red, and his beard finishes growing out into its illustrious, thick form. A small red band also ties itself around the bottom end of the beard.


"Everythin's fine! The changes seem to be comin' to a close-"


More of Mike's hair retracts as the remaining portions of it seems to shorten and neaten a bit, coloration darkening to a deep brown as a clear horseshoe shape was solidifying around the back of his head. A slight pressure in his skull signalled structural changes. His nose became wider and rounder. His jawline was rounded out, gaining the same softness as the rest of his body had.


The brown coloration in his eyes slowly shifted to a dusty yellow. The cloud in his mind persisted for a few moments as newfound knowledge and memories filled his head. Handling magic and potions, running both a cursed object store and a bar- his old life was foreign to him. Even his old name felt far and away from his current identity.


He blinked a few times as everything reached completion. "Woah, that was… weir'."


His eyes then met with the eyes of his twin- obviously the original Maurice. "Heh, ya fine'lly used that clonin' potion of ours?"


The other Maurice smiles. "Yep! I think ah need a lil' break, but I wanted someone to take the reins of thin's while ah'm gone!"


The clone nodded. "That's completely fine! Jus' don't be gone for too long, I think this thing only lasts three weeks-"


"Jus' the right amount of time to re-en'r'jize!"


Both clones then gave each other a big bear hug, smiling warmly. This arrangement felt perfect for the both of them, and something inside the Maurice clone felt oddly euphoric about it as well…