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(Short Story) Morning Light
Ah, this story I had framed out for a week when I was thinking about a day that sucked, and a shower on the early morning as a way to try to roll the bad stuff away. Been a lot of those lately, bwuh. Well I hope this gets someone to feel in that wheelhouse for wanting to get stuff done. Hope that tomorrow things are better, even if a worried mind tries it's hardest otherwise.
I attached this to an AI asset on my DeviantArt, for some darned reason is SUPER popular now, but hey. This also can show an example of the Flash Fiction or Short Story I could provide if you want to be a monthly requestor on my Patreon!
PDF of the file is here if you wanna save it on locally.
Icon was made with a black stencil PNG here.
It was 5:30 in the morning. Waking up to the early morning light was enough to beat the alarm that Gladys had on her nightstand. Making her way to the bathroom with plenty of free time meant indulging in her morning ritual of bliss.
Hot water soon cascaded down her tanned body as she stepped into the standing shower cubicle. The stresses of the prior day were allowed to process for one last time before being forgotten under the soothing flow.
While cleaning out some abandoned equipment during her construction work, she found herself holding a steel crate with no markings. Growing up, she had been teased for having hands that were more akin to a working man's. In the real world, those hands were an asset, guaranteeing her equal pay. The former bankrupt lab had plenty that needed to be hauled out where normal human hands couldn't reach.
While moving the said box to a truck to haul junk outside, she suddenly felt a pinching pain in her hand. Before she could even ask for help, she fainted. Another worker managed to pull her away from the dropped crate just in time, as it collapsed into a burning heap.
The feel of his clammy, orange-palmed Psyduck hands as he helped her up was comforting. A Pokéhybrid, he looked almost normal, albeit a little cut with muscle. The unmistakable yellow skin and bill that replaced his lips were a clear giveaway.
Later that day, her foreman, a former police officer, discovered that the box had been booby-trapped with thermite. It was an old method to burn away any evidence that had once been stored within the crate. She considered herself lucky not to have been closer to a Slugma and dealing with a 4000 degrees Fahrenheit burn.
Given the rest of the day off and cleared by a construction site EMT from any infections, she slept. And she slept quite a while – a good 12 hours.
That's why the shower felt so good. All the worries from the two-bit lab hung over her shoulders, fell away as her brown eyes gazed at the hanging shower head. As the light brown hair was cleaned with shampoo, she felt rejuvenated and ready to return to work. A white fluffy towel wiped her limbs down before resting over her shoulders, so she wouldn't trip.
Glancing down to watch her step, she was greeted by red painted nails. While it hadn't registered before, she looked at them in confusion.
That's strange, she thought to herself. I haven't painted my nails since the beach weeks ago. Why are they so...
Awareness brought concern to her face. Those nails weren't chipped; they were solid red. Cherry red, even. Furthermore, they were slightly longer with narrow points at the tips of her toes.
"NO~! No no no no..." She protested, but her efforts to reverse the changes were in vain. Rubbing with her thick fingers only gave her more insight into what was happening.
"No, not my hands...!" Her fingernails were now a bright red, pointed at the end of her digits. Fumbling, she grabbed a pair of black panties and slipped them on.
The mirror above the sink stared her down. She didn't want any more surprises. A few tense seconds gave way to a desire to know what was happening to her, all while cursing the defunct scientists who couldn't clean up their mess.
Eyes met from the mirror to her own reflection. She was transfixed by the image on display, and as she opened her lips to react to what was happening, her mouth trembled.
What looked back at her wasn't her.
The bridge of her nose collapsed into her face. The tip of her nose flared heavily as her nostrils pushed out into a snout. Her jaw followed her nose, creaking out and protruding. Her lips split to a line, separating both halves up to her nose. Huffing in the air and sniffing, she smelled what was there. Something unfamiliar.
Rosy cheeks felt sore, so her fingers raised to touch the smooth red skin. It wasn't blushing; the skin felt like soft velvet, akin to the delicate tops of a pool table. A small buzz of activity made her retreat her hands. She was shocked by herself.
"U-urh. N-no, I'm not turning into a," she denied, but found her ears had moved to the top of her head under her hair. Soft human earlobes were covered by a soft flesh cone, hiding the sensitive listening portion with a layer of fur. Gritting her teeth, her growing pointed teeth bared out her frustration, and the sensation of tall cone towers made the sides of her head twitch with tension. Twin spires emerged as flesh tore open like paper. Inner ears migrated to be by her brain, making her twitch her ears in an ability that she discovered she could do just now.
The fur looked very familiar. It was one of the most recognizable Pokémon out there. Black fur at the tips of her ears, with yellow fur along their foot-long lengths? It all came together.
Ears, face, cheeks.
The surveyor said, "P-pikachu...! I'm turning into a,"
Gloria fell silent, in a trance while seeing the yellow fur from her ears travel along her head and spread outward. The short fur spread quickly, covering her tanned skin like a dressing. Not quite wanting to see her breasts being altered to whatever a Pikachu woman would need, she covered them up with her hands. The old high school class ring on her right ring finger was dulled through time, but the gaudy ring still had a shiny red stone. Goes with her claws. Fingernails, she mentally corrected herself. Yellow consumed most of her body. What didn't? Her hands, remaining mostly human outside of the pointed tips. No fur, but her hands were already broad. Her chest and stomach were still white fur, while the sea of yellow ran down her body.
Shaking her head as she held onto herself, thicker fur emerged from her chest. Finally, there was something beneficial about the changes that could hide her chest besides a sports bra. It felt soft, silky, and offered a bit of cover from idle eyes. Not that she was a showy person to begin with. Still, it felt nice to have the organic cover.
Looking down at herself, the yellow finished covering the rest of her tanned skin, except for her soles. She could still feel the tiles and their separating lines under soles still the same skin of her hands. Both were lighter due to being in gloves and boots all day. Something that wouldn't change.
"EH?" She squealed in fright. "W-what's going on with my..."
A tuft of fur blended easily with her black panties, remaining on her hips. This tuft of dark brown fur wiggled to life as bone formed from the base of her spine. Connecting it, she now knew the tail was another part of her. A part that bent crookedly as it grew out of her.
"Nnngh, Nnnh... NGH... N-no s-stop it..." Inches grew out from the first bend, then another bend as the protruding tail shifted to yellow fur. New bends inflated with size, thickening the finger-thick tail to spread out wider and longer. Unable to look away from her backside, she felt the tail grow with new bends, before the last bend ended with a heavier set of expansion. Guiding her tail to the sink, it flexed, lengthening several inches longer before its end terminated with a v-shaped notch. It was easy to miss at the right angle, but it showed the female Pikachu tail tip resembling a heart.
Speaking of her heart, it pounded like a drum, trying to contain herself as she turned to look at what she'd become in the bathroom door mirror. A Pikachu Pokémon Hybrid stared back at her, two inches taller at 5'8" with a 4’ long tail.
After a long streak of being early for work at many job sites for years, the morning light came through her window, but she wasn't on the metro train.
Gloria was going to call in sick for a few days. Would she look for a doctor or a Nurse Joy for help?
I attached this to an AI asset on my DeviantArt, for some darned reason is SUPER popular now, but hey. This also can show an example of the Flash Fiction or Short Story I could provide if you want to be a monthly requestor on my Patreon!
PDF of the file is here if you wanna save it on locally.
Icon was made with a black stencil PNG here.
It was 5:30 in the morning. Waking up to the early morning light was enough to beat the alarm that Gladys had on her nightstand. Making her way to the bathroom with plenty of free time meant indulging in her morning ritual of bliss.
Hot water soon cascaded down her tanned body as she stepped into the standing shower cubicle. The stresses of the prior day were allowed to process for one last time before being forgotten under the soothing flow.
While cleaning out some abandoned equipment during her construction work, she found herself holding a steel crate with no markings. Growing up, she had been teased for having hands that were more akin to a working man's. In the real world, those hands were an asset, guaranteeing her equal pay. The former bankrupt lab had plenty that needed to be hauled out where normal human hands couldn't reach.
While moving the said box to a truck to haul junk outside, she suddenly felt a pinching pain in her hand. Before she could even ask for help, she fainted. Another worker managed to pull her away from the dropped crate just in time, as it collapsed into a burning heap.
The feel of his clammy, orange-palmed Psyduck hands as he helped her up was comforting. A Pokéhybrid, he looked almost normal, albeit a little cut with muscle. The unmistakable yellow skin and bill that replaced his lips were a clear giveaway.
Later that day, her foreman, a former police officer, discovered that the box had been booby-trapped with thermite. It was an old method to burn away any evidence that had once been stored within the crate. She considered herself lucky not to have been closer to a Slugma and dealing with a 4000 degrees Fahrenheit burn.
Given the rest of the day off and cleared by a construction site EMT from any infections, she slept. And she slept quite a while – a good 12 hours.
That's why the shower felt so good. All the worries from the two-bit lab hung over her shoulders, fell away as her brown eyes gazed at the hanging shower head. As the light brown hair was cleaned with shampoo, she felt rejuvenated and ready to return to work. A white fluffy towel wiped her limbs down before resting over her shoulders, so she wouldn't trip.
Glancing down to watch her step, she was greeted by red painted nails. While it hadn't registered before, she looked at them in confusion.
That's strange, she thought to herself. I haven't painted my nails since the beach weeks ago. Why are they so...
Awareness brought concern to her face. Those nails weren't chipped; they were solid red. Cherry red, even. Furthermore, they were slightly longer with narrow points at the tips of her toes.
"NO~! No no no no..." She protested, but her efforts to reverse the changes were in vain. Rubbing with her thick fingers only gave her more insight into what was happening.
"No, not my hands...!" Her fingernails were now a bright red, pointed at the end of her digits. Fumbling, she grabbed a pair of black panties and slipped them on.
The mirror above the sink stared her down. She didn't want any more surprises. A few tense seconds gave way to a desire to know what was happening to her, all while cursing the defunct scientists who couldn't clean up their mess.
Eyes met from the mirror to her own reflection. She was transfixed by the image on display, and as she opened her lips to react to what was happening, her mouth trembled.
What looked back at her wasn't her.
The bridge of her nose collapsed into her face. The tip of her nose flared heavily as her nostrils pushed out into a snout. Her jaw followed her nose, creaking out and protruding. Her lips split to a line, separating both halves up to her nose. Huffing in the air and sniffing, she smelled what was there. Something unfamiliar.
Rosy cheeks felt sore, so her fingers raised to touch the smooth red skin. It wasn't blushing; the skin felt like soft velvet, akin to the delicate tops of a pool table. A small buzz of activity made her retreat her hands. She was shocked by herself.
"U-urh. N-no, I'm not turning into a," she denied, but found her ears had moved to the top of her head under her hair. Soft human earlobes were covered by a soft flesh cone, hiding the sensitive listening portion with a layer of fur. Gritting her teeth, her growing pointed teeth bared out her frustration, and the sensation of tall cone towers made the sides of her head twitch with tension. Twin spires emerged as flesh tore open like paper. Inner ears migrated to be by her brain, making her twitch her ears in an ability that she discovered she could do just now.
The fur looked very familiar. It was one of the most recognizable Pokémon out there. Black fur at the tips of her ears, with yellow fur along their foot-long lengths? It all came together.
Ears, face, cheeks.
The surveyor said, "P-pikachu...! I'm turning into a,"
Gloria fell silent, in a trance while seeing the yellow fur from her ears travel along her head and spread outward. The short fur spread quickly, covering her tanned skin like a dressing. Not quite wanting to see her breasts being altered to whatever a Pikachu woman would need, she covered them up with her hands. The old high school class ring on her right ring finger was dulled through time, but the gaudy ring still had a shiny red stone. Goes with her claws. Fingernails, she mentally corrected herself. Yellow consumed most of her body. What didn't? Her hands, remaining mostly human outside of the pointed tips. No fur, but her hands were already broad. Her chest and stomach were still white fur, while the sea of yellow ran down her body.
Shaking her head as she held onto herself, thicker fur emerged from her chest. Finally, there was something beneficial about the changes that could hide her chest besides a sports bra. It felt soft, silky, and offered a bit of cover from idle eyes. Not that she was a showy person to begin with. Still, it felt nice to have the organic cover.
Looking down at herself, the yellow finished covering the rest of her tanned skin, except for her soles. She could still feel the tiles and their separating lines under soles still the same skin of her hands. Both were lighter due to being in gloves and boots all day. Something that wouldn't change.
"EH?" She squealed in fright. "W-what's going on with my..."
A tuft of fur blended easily with her black panties, remaining on her hips. This tuft of dark brown fur wiggled to life as bone formed from the base of her spine. Connecting it, she now knew the tail was another part of her. A part that bent crookedly as it grew out of her.
"Nnngh, Nnnh... NGH... N-no s-stop it..." Inches grew out from the first bend, then another bend as the protruding tail shifted to yellow fur. New bends inflated with size, thickening the finger-thick tail to spread out wider and longer. Unable to look away from her backside, she felt the tail grow with new bends, before the last bend ended with a heavier set of expansion. Guiding her tail to the sink, it flexed, lengthening several inches longer before its end terminated with a v-shaped notch. It was easy to miss at the right angle, but it showed the female Pikachu tail tip resembling a heart.
Speaking of her heart, it pounded like a drum, trying to contain herself as she turned to look at what she'd become in the bathroom door mirror. A Pikachu Pokémon Hybrid stared back at her, two inches taller at 5'8" with a 4’ long tail.
After a long streak of being early for work at many job sites for years, the morning light came through her window, but she wasn't on the metro train.
Gloria was going to call in sick for a few days. Would she look for a doctor or a Nurse Joy for help?
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