FA+
Shop
245
Views
Views
15
Favorites
Favorites
Category
Artwork (Digital) / TF / TG
Species Angel
Size 3706 x 994
File Size 3.62 MB
Report this content
More from lmorgado035
I always enjoyed looking at old abandoned places on Youtube. Sometimes, I dream of exploring any of these abandoned places. And now, after a bit of a drive, I found it, in the middle of nowhere, deep within an overgrown forest.
Moving Pictures Studio...
Founded by Joey Drew, this place is home of of of the rare original characters back in the 1930s, maybe earlier, Bendy: The Dancing Demon. He and his friends, Boris the Wolf and Alice Angel, go on amazing adventures and outsmarting the Butcher Gang. I had seen some of those old cartoons gave me a bit of nostalgia to the classic genre. Makes me wonder, why Bendy never reached the peak of Mickey Mouse or Bugs Bunny? Why he became a bit of a one not character like that of Roger Rabbit or Woody Woodpecker? Just seeing the studio, it makes me curious. So without a second thought, I stepped into the studio to see what it contains.
Not to be fair, I thought the studio was just simple animation and music departments, where writers, voice actor, musicians, and animators ban together to make magic. What I didn't expect is how big the place is. On the surface, it looked almost like a small studio. But as I delve deeper, it started to become more than that. There are multiple floors deep as I felt like I was descending to Hell itself, with is apropos giving who Bendy is. Most of area was like a maze, like you can easily get lost in. And there was more to a studio than I thought. Wondeirng around, I was in what appears to be a toy factory for all the Bendy toys and such. Maybe when I find my way out, I will grab one of them plushies as a souvenir.
Though as I was exploring the studio, I couldn't help but to feel...watched... I mean, I know the place is abandoned. I heard the news of the studio going through hard time and a lot of poeple were let go. But as I was wondeirng around, I would see...shadows wondering around, feeling like I was being watched. Guess my mind was playing tricks on me. I just need to find an exit and leave while I could.
As I was looking for an exit to leave, I felt something dropped on top of my head. Looking up, I could see some droplets of ink seeping out of a pipe. Which was really strange as all throughout the studio, there were pipes across walls, ceilings, floors, and pretty much everywhere in between. Not to mention that they seem to be humming with life. That's another thing that bothered me. Why was this place abandoned when there was power. Most of it makes no sense.
Lifting my hand up, I see a drop of ink landing on my hand. I knew that something didn't feel right. I just hope that one of these pipes don't burst around me and drenched me in ink. Oh...how karma comes and rains down on me.
The moment I thought of that, the pipe above me burst and an ocean of ink came down on me. It landed on top of me, drenching me from head to tow, and covering every inch of my body. It was disgusting, revolting. I can smell the fumes of the ink, the taste of the toxic color. I need to get out of it. I wasn't aware that the ink itself was no ordinary ink.
As I was trying to get it off me, I felt a squeezing sensation as my body was acting strange. I wasn't away that I was changing as my hips expanded and gave me a curvy appearance. I can feel me chest ballooning out and giving me a C cup breasts. I can feel my face moolding behind the ink as I could've sworn a part of it was melting across my face. I felt my hair growing from the ink flow. I can feel my clothes altering and reanimating into something more form fitting as a fake halo fell off the pipe with drips of ink soon afterwards, landing on top of my head. But most importantly, I can feel the ink entering my mind, rewriting it into something more devious, as horns protruded on the sides of my head. I try to fight it, but the new persona was growing stronger. Like the ink wants me to stay in this factory. It is my home... My sanctuary... My birthplace...
I am perfect...
I am beautiful...
I...am...an...angel
The Ink melted off the body as standing before isn't a middle age man, but instead a volumptious woman with a curvy and busty body and a disfigured face on the side. Looking down, the newly reformed woman looked to herself and could help but to smirk maliciously.
"Hmm... Not bad... This vessel would make a find replacement after the last one didn't last." she said in a voice so smooth, but wickedly.
Looking around, she noticed that the whole place was in too much of a wreck then before, with foilage taking over every square inch of the factory.
"Oh my... This place is in shambles since the last I was here. Was it really that long." she asked in surprise.
Regardless, she rubbed the side of her disfigured head and said, "Oh well... It doesn't matter. The Angel is back, and this time I am ready to be beautiful. All this place needs, is a woman's charm. Let's see if there are a few Borris's around to help me pick up where I left off." And with that, she sauntered across the factory, looking for some unsuspected fool to wonder into her lair and give them a make over. After all, there is no rest...
My OC - Alice Angel (Bendy and the Ink Machine)
Sequence done by ThatFreakGivz: https://www.deviantart.com/thatfreakgivz
Leave a comment below and stay tune for more Transformation Commissions.
Moving Pictures Studio...
Founded by Joey Drew, this place is home of of of the rare original characters back in the 1930s, maybe earlier, Bendy: The Dancing Demon. He and his friends, Boris the Wolf and Alice Angel, go on amazing adventures and outsmarting the Butcher Gang. I had seen some of those old cartoons gave me a bit of nostalgia to the classic genre. Makes me wonder, why Bendy never reached the peak of Mickey Mouse or Bugs Bunny? Why he became a bit of a one not character like that of Roger Rabbit or Woody Woodpecker? Just seeing the studio, it makes me curious. So without a second thought, I stepped into the studio to see what it contains.
Not to be fair, I thought the studio was just simple animation and music departments, where writers, voice actor, musicians, and animators ban together to make magic. What I didn't expect is how big the place is. On the surface, it looked almost like a small studio. But as I delve deeper, it started to become more than that. There are multiple floors deep as I felt like I was descending to Hell itself, with is apropos giving who Bendy is. Most of area was like a maze, like you can easily get lost in. And there was more to a studio than I thought. Wondeirng around, I was in what appears to be a toy factory for all the Bendy toys and such. Maybe when I find my way out, I will grab one of them plushies as a souvenir.
Though as I was exploring the studio, I couldn't help but to feel...watched... I mean, I know the place is abandoned. I heard the news of the studio going through hard time and a lot of poeple were let go. But as I was wondeirng around, I would see...shadows wondering around, feeling like I was being watched. Guess my mind was playing tricks on me. I just need to find an exit and leave while I could.
As I was looking for an exit to leave, I felt something dropped on top of my head. Looking up, I could see some droplets of ink seeping out of a pipe. Which was really strange as all throughout the studio, there were pipes across walls, ceilings, floors, and pretty much everywhere in between. Not to mention that they seem to be humming with life. That's another thing that bothered me. Why was this place abandoned when there was power. Most of it makes no sense.
Lifting my hand up, I see a drop of ink landing on my hand. I knew that something didn't feel right. I just hope that one of these pipes don't burst around me and drenched me in ink. Oh...how karma comes and rains down on me.
The moment I thought of that, the pipe above me burst and an ocean of ink came down on me. It landed on top of me, drenching me from head to tow, and covering every inch of my body. It was disgusting, revolting. I can smell the fumes of the ink, the taste of the toxic color. I need to get out of it. I wasn't aware that the ink itself was no ordinary ink.
As I was trying to get it off me, I felt a squeezing sensation as my body was acting strange. I wasn't away that I was changing as my hips expanded and gave me a curvy appearance. I can feel me chest ballooning out and giving me a C cup breasts. I can feel my face moolding behind the ink as I could've sworn a part of it was melting across my face. I felt my hair growing from the ink flow. I can feel my clothes altering and reanimating into something more form fitting as a fake halo fell off the pipe with drips of ink soon afterwards, landing on top of my head. But most importantly, I can feel the ink entering my mind, rewriting it into something more devious, as horns protruded on the sides of my head. I try to fight it, but the new persona was growing stronger. Like the ink wants me to stay in this factory. It is my home... My sanctuary... My birthplace...
I am perfect...
I am beautiful...
I...am...an...angel
The Ink melted off the body as standing before isn't a middle age man, but instead a volumptious woman with a curvy and busty body and a disfigured face on the side. Looking down, the newly reformed woman looked to herself and could help but to smirk maliciously.
"Hmm... Not bad... This vessel would make a find replacement after the last one didn't last." she said in a voice so smooth, but wickedly.
Looking around, she noticed that the whole place was in too much of a wreck then before, with foilage taking over every square inch of the factory.
"Oh my... This place is in shambles since the last I was here. Was it really that long." she asked in surprise.
Regardless, she rubbed the side of her disfigured head and said, "Oh well... It doesn't matter. The Angel is back, and this time I am ready to be beautiful. All this place needs, is a woman's charm. Let's see if there are a few Borris's around to help me pick up where I left off." And with that, she sauntered across the factory, looking for some unsuspected fool to wonder into her lair and give them a make over. After all, there is no rest...
For Alice AngelMy OC - Alice Angel (Bendy and the Ink Machine)
Sequence done by ThatFreakGivz: https://www.deviantart.com/thatfreakgivz
Leave a comment below and stay tune for more Transformation Commissions.
Category Artwork (Digital) / TF / TG
Species Angel
Size 3706 x 994px
File Size 3.62 MB
Comments