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One day at work I was bored so I wrote up the first part of a semi-interactive story involving 
Virmir, who this sort of stuff happens to far more than it probably should. Each change that occurs after a KADOOF moment was suggested by members of the Crimson Flag forum. The picture above was a drawing request I made when the opportunity became available. Story is below; it was a fun exercise that I'll have to do again sometime. Just to clarify, btw, there's no weight gain or inflation in this pic; Virmir's fur just got really, really poofy.
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Virmir sat at his desk, enjoying one of the rare moments of quiet in the Crimson Flag tower. The toon mage was surrounded by rune diagrams, magic wands, and bubbling potions of every imaginable colour. With these tools he could work great spells of power and wonder, bending the laws of the world to his will. Buuuuut he wasn’t in the mood for that. He was drawing foxes instead.
Virmir turned to get more paper only to find himself muzzle-to-muzzle with a little red fox clinging to his cape.
“GAH~!” he yelped and flailed wildly. The other fox was flung upwards and squished against the ceiling. He peeled off slowly and fluttered back down before popping back into regular dimensions with a light *poip*.
“Yip!” Jonas, well, yipped, “What was that about?”
Virmir blinked at the feral member of Crimson Flag. “You startled me! Why were you on my cape?”
“I was watching you draw,” Jonas answered plainly, “How else would I see up that high? You didn’t say anything after the first twenty minutes so I thought you didn’t mind.”
Virmir shifted his eyes. “Right. Umm, my pen rolled away,” he said in a quick attempt to change the subject, “Could you go get it?”
Jonas yipped an affirmative before scampering away. Confident that this would keep him busy, Virmir went back to doodling. He was right... if only for a few minutes.
“If ‘is i’h?” Asked a muffled voice. Jonas had returned and was clutching a wand between his teeth.
Virmir’s eyes went wide. “Gah~! No, that’s the—“
The jewel on the wand began to glow.
“—Oh blast.”
*KADOOF!*
The size of the room increased dramatically as Virmir shrunk down to only a few inches in height. He looked down and found himself several feet in mid-air.
“Gaaah~!” he yelped (in an adorably tiny voice!) and tried to run back to his desk. This worked as well as it always did so Virmir plummeted to the floor, bouncing and skidding to a halt.
“Ow...” Virmir rubbed his aching tailbone. He looked up at the desk now towering over him like a skyscraper. “Well how am I supposed to draw now?”
Jonas, who had the good sense to drop the now-obviously unstable shrink wand, padded over to the miniature gray. He leaned down.
*sniff* *sniff*
“Hey!” Virmir shouted. He struggled to stay upright as gusts of air (well, gusts for him) blew him towards Jonas’s nose. “You know it’s me! You’ve been here the whole time!”
“Sorry. It seemed like the right thing to do.”
Virmir grumbled. “You’ll have to help me onto my desk. I can turn myself back to normal if I get up there.”
Jonas’s ears sagged. “Aww, do you have to? You’re so cute like this! You’re Virminimir now!”
Virmir shifted his eyes. “Please don’t call me that. It’s Virmir.”
“Minimir?”
“Virmir!”
“Virmini!” Jonas tailwagged.
“Virmir! My name is Virmir no matter how small I get!” The tiny gray hopped up and down indignantly.
“D’aww, it’s so cute how you’re trying to be menacing.” Jonas chimed. He scooped up Virmir and hugged him like a toy. Virmir flailed to no avail as he tried to get loose. “I could just curl up and snuggle you all day.”
“Help first, snuggle later!”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes! Help me get onto my desk!”
Jonas determined that the safest way to carry Virmir was by clenching his cape in his teeth. Virmir disagreed. He disagreed even more so when Jonas bounced along the floor and leapt onto his desk. The sharp movements tossed the dangling Virminimir to and fro, only prevented from falling by a thin piece of cloth and Jonas’s attention span.
“Here we are!” Yipped Jonas after setting Virmir down. The gray was frazzled and indescribably happy to have his paws on a solid surface. Jonas tailwagged, pleased with having been able to help.
Virmir marched over to his tablet and climbed onto its touch screen. His stylus had fallen down somewhere when he had shrunk, so Virmir had to hop and push down on the screen to make the tablet obey him.
“Whatcha doing?”
“I have a bunch of rune circles saved for quickly reversing transformations,” Virmir answered, “It’s too hard to write them out after the fact, especially since I don’t get to know in advance what I end up becoming.”
Jonas tilted his head curiously. A ? mark popped up above him. “If it’s such a hassle why don’t you update your invalid form immunity?”
“Because it's a character trait, not a spell shield!”
“Yip?”
“Ah, here’s the one!” Virmir exclaimed as he brought up one of the circles in the program. “This’ll undo any shrinking spells!” He hopped up and down over the ‘activate!’ button, but by sheer coincidence was on the one part of the touch screen with weaker sensitivity.
Virmir glanced nervously up at Jonas. “Erm... could you press this button right here? Just press it carefully.”
“Ok!” Jonas yipped. He brought his paw down on the screen and enthusiastically pressed the button. He alsoenthusiastically hit an arrow at the same time that moved the program onto the next rune circle.
“Oops.”
“Gah~! That’s a—”
The screen began to glow.
“—Oh blast.”
*KADOOF!*
Virmir popped back to normal size (so he was still small, just not that small) and fell into his chair.
“Success!” Jonas yipped and bounced happily.
“That wasn’t the Deshrinker circle...” Virmir said warily.
“But it deshrunk you! What else could it have been?”
“That was just a side effect. You activated the—“ Virmir’s inked fur suddenly quivered and rippled. In a singular eruption his fur POOFED out with such force that it pushed his chair away from his desk. His footpaws, his tail, his hairtennae, every centimetre of fur had puffed and lengthened until Virmir was not so much a fox as a giant cape-wearing ball of fuzz with eyes.
“...Refuzzifier circle.” Virmir finished.
“Ooooh.” Jonas’s eyes went wide at the sight.
With a great effort, Virmir inched himself off the chair. He fell onto the floor with a dull *whmp* thanks to his convenient padding.
“Right. Well I’m going to just go hide in my bedroom until this wears off.”
“Yip? You don’t want me to help undoing it?”
The furball shifted its eyes. “No... it’s... it’s not that kind of spell. I’ll be back to normal in a few hours.”
“I see.”
Virmir felt something on top of him. His eyes rolled upwards and got a glimpse of Jonas’s orange fur.
“Err, what are you doing?”
“Getting snuggly! You said it’ll be a few hours, right?”
“Well yes but—hey!”
Jonas had nestled in to Virmir’s poofiness and curled up. He was holding a tuft of gray fur as if it were a blanket.
“Mrrr...”
“H-hey! Jonas!” Virmir yipped. It was to no avail. A few moments later snores floated down from atop his head. After several minutes of trying to wake up the little red, Virmir consigned himself to waiting for here for the spell to wear off.
“Lousy shrinking wand,” he grumbled, “why do I even keep half this stuff around?”
Jonas Belford 2012
Virmir, who this sort of stuff happens to far more than it probably should. Each change that occurs after a KADOOF moment was suggested by members of the Crimson Flag forum. The picture above was a drawing request I made when the opportunity became available. Story is below; it was a fun exercise that I'll have to do again sometime. Just to clarify, btw, there's no weight gain or inflation in this pic; Virmir's fur just got really, really poofy.===
Virmir sat at his desk, enjoying one of the rare moments of quiet in the Crimson Flag tower. The toon mage was surrounded by rune diagrams, magic wands, and bubbling potions of every imaginable colour. With these tools he could work great spells of power and wonder, bending the laws of the world to his will. Buuuuut he wasn’t in the mood for that. He was drawing foxes instead.
Virmir turned to get more paper only to find himself muzzle-to-muzzle with a little red fox clinging to his cape.
“GAH~!” he yelped and flailed wildly. The other fox was flung upwards and squished against the ceiling. He peeled off slowly and fluttered back down before popping back into regular dimensions with a light *poip*.
“Yip!” Jonas, well, yipped, “What was that about?”
Virmir blinked at the feral member of Crimson Flag. “You startled me! Why were you on my cape?”
“I was watching you draw,” Jonas answered plainly, “How else would I see up that high? You didn’t say anything after the first twenty minutes so I thought you didn’t mind.”
Virmir shifted his eyes. “Right. Umm, my pen rolled away,” he said in a quick attempt to change the subject, “Could you go get it?”
Jonas yipped an affirmative before scampering away. Confident that this would keep him busy, Virmir went back to doodling. He was right... if only for a few minutes.
“If ‘is i’h?” Asked a muffled voice. Jonas had returned and was clutching a wand between his teeth.
Virmir’s eyes went wide. “Gah~! No, that’s the—“
The jewel on the wand began to glow.
“—Oh blast.”
*KADOOF!*
The size of the room increased dramatically as Virmir shrunk down to only a few inches in height. He looked down and found himself several feet in mid-air.
“Gaaah~!” he yelped (in an adorably tiny voice!) and tried to run back to his desk. This worked as well as it always did so Virmir plummeted to the floor, bouncing and skidding to a halt.
“Ow...” Virmir rubbed his aching tailbone. He looked up at the desk now towering over him like a skyscraper. “Well how am I supposed to draw now?”
Jonas, who had the good sense to drop the now-obviously unstable shrink wand, padded over to the miniature gray. He leaned down.
*sniff* *sniff*
“Hey!” Virmir shouted. He struggled to stay upright as gusts of air (well, gusts for him) blew him towards Jonas’s nose. “You know it’s me! You’ve been here the whole time!”
“Sorry. It seemed like the right thing to do.”
Virmir grumbled. “You’ll have to help me onto my desk. I can turn myself back to normal if I get up there.”
Jonas’s ears sagged. “Aww, do you have to? You’re so cute like this! You’re Virminimir now!”
Virmir shifted his eyes. “Please don’t call me that. It’s Virmir.”
“Minimir?”
“Virmir!”
“Virmini!” Jonas tailwagged.
“Virmir! My name is Virmir no matter how small I get!” The tiny gray hopped up and down indignantly.
“D’aww, it’s so cute how you’re trying to be menacing.” Jonas chimed. He scooped up Virmir and hugged him like a toy. Virmir flailed to no avail as he tried to get loose. “I could just curl up and snuggle you all day.”
“Help first, snuggle later!”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes! Help me get onto my desk!”
Jonas determined that the safest way to carry Virmir was by clenching his cape in his teeth. Virmir disagreed. He disagreed even more so when Jonas bounced along the floor and leapt onto his desk. The sharp movements tossed the dangling Virminimir to and fro, only prevented from falling by a thin piece of cloth and Jonas’s attention span.
“Here we are!” Yipped Jonas after setting Virmir down. The gray was frazzled and indescribably happy to have his paws on a solid surface. Jonas tailwagged, pleased with having been able to help.
Virmir marched over to his tablet and climbed onto its touch screen. His stylus had fallen down somewhere when he had shrunk, so Virmir had to hop and push down on the screen to make the tablet obey him.
“Whatcha doing?”
“I have a bunch of rune circles saved for quickly reversing transformations,” Virmir answered, “It’s too hard to write them out after the fact, especially since I don’t get to know in advance what I end up becoming.”
Jonas tilted his head curiously. A ? mark popped up above him. “If it’s such a hassle why don’t you update your invalid form immunity?”
“Because it's a character trait, not a spell shield!”
“Yip?”
“Ah, here’s the one!” Virmir exclaimed as he brought up one of the circles in the program. “This’ll undo any shrinking spells!” He hopped up and down over the ‘activate!’ button, but by sheer coincidence was on the one part of the touch screen with weaker sensitivity.
Virmir glanced nervously up at Jonas. “Erm... could you press this button right here? Just press it carefully.”
“Ok!” Jonas yipped. He brought his paw down on the screen and enthusiastically pressed the button. He alsoenthusiastically hit an arrow at the same time that moved the program onto the next rune circle.
“Oops.”
“Gah~! That’s a—”
The screen began to glow.
“—Oh blast.”
*KADOOF!*
Virmir popped back to normal size (so he was still small, just not that small) and fell into his chair.
“Success!” Jonas yipped and bounced happily.
“That wasn’t the Deshrinker circle...” Virmir said warily.
“But it deshrunk you! What else could it have been?”
“That was just a side effect. You activated the—“ Virmir’s inked fur suddenly quivered and rippled. In a singular eruption his fur POOFED out with such force that it pushed his chair away from his desk. His footpaws, his tail, his hairtennae, every centimetre of fur had puffed and lengthened until Virmir was not so much a fox as a giant cape-wearing ball of fuzz with eyes.
“...Refuzzifier circle.” Virmir finished.
“Ooooh.” Jonas’s eyes went wide at the sight.
With a great effort, Virmir inched himself off the chair. He fell onto the floor with a dull *whmp* thanks to his convenient padding.
“Right. Well I’m going to just go hide in my bedroom until this wears off.”
“Yip? You don’t want me to help undoing it?”
The furball shifted its eyes. “No... it’s... it’s not that kind of spell. I’ll be back to normal in a few hours.”
“I see.”
Virmir felt something on top of him. His eyes rolled upwards and got a glimpse of Jonas’s orange fur.
“Err, what are you doing?”
“Getting snuggly! You said it’ll be a few hours, right?”
“Well yes but—hey!”
Jonas had nestled in to Virmir’s poofiness and curled up. He was holding a tuft of gray fur as if it were a blanket.
“Mrrr...”
“H-hey! Jonas!” Virmir yipped. It was to no avail. A few moments later snores floated down from atop his head. After several minutes of trying to wake up the little red, Virmir consigned himself to waiting for here for the spell to wear off.
“Lousy shrinking wand,” he grumbled, “why do I even keep half this stuff around?”
Jonas Belford 2012
Category All / Transformation
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 1280 x 1088px
File Size 368.8 kB
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