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Meta-Morphosis - Commission (Tg/Object)
🕑 Added 2025-04-16 16:00:17 +0000 UTC"Ugh," I signed as I felt my phone buzz, knowing that it would be him. It was that time of the month, the time his monthly commission was due and frankly, I was getting quite tired of his antics. "Heyyyy TGCapMaster!" I read his message in what I presumed was an annoyingly shrill voice, "I'm ready for my next commission!!!!" I huffed, exhausted just reading his message, but he was paying my rent, so I had to put on a smile and respond. "Hey, I<3TG, go ahead and tell me your idea," I sent back with false excitement, knowing his idea would be another blight on my record. If only I could get rid of him, a sinister smile crossed my face as I thought of the ultimate plan. "Before you give me the idea, let's choose a picture," I told him, setting my plan in motion, "I think it would really help me if I knew the end first." "You're the artist!" He responded cheerfully, unknowingly sealing his fate.
I opened a video link to his webcam using a virus packed in a previous commission and stared at his unsightly face, ready to fix it. "Well first, I was thinking the end result would be a Neko because they are just so hot! And give her purple hair!" He messaged, no doubt dreaming up the perfect girl, accidentally playing into my hands. A few strokes of my keyboard sent an electric pulse through his hand, forming a connection directly to me without arousing any suspicion. I started to follow his formula for the perfect TG subject, my victim fully unaware of the danger he was in.
Small purple cat ears arose from his scalp, changing the hair around it in waves, dying it all the same color. He twitched one of his new ears, non-the-wiser of its existence. "Make sure the hair is long too! Like all the way to the ass length!" He told me as I followed his orders, forcing his hair to grow several feet in all its violet glory. "Oh! Speaking of ass, make it perky and wide but not too big!" He said as his ass started to inflate, forcing his hips to grow wider to hold the extra weight. "And I want her to have a toned stomach," he told me, still oblivious to his feminine curves. I smiled as his generous gut flattened to give him an athletic core. "And give her big tits! Like DD cups!" I sighed, not even remotely surprised at his tastes. I shot a few more lines of code his way, tempting his chest to grow with fat. It obliged the command, his nipples growing hard from beneath his shirt as two noticeable bulges stretched his t-shirt.
"Forgetting anything?" I asked, grinning at my creation. "No, I think that's it. Why?" He responded, confused by my question. "I assume you want her to have a womanhood, right?" I smirked, index finger hovering over the enter button. "Um, yeah?" He hesitated, unsure what I was getting at, and then it hit him. I watched in glee as his face scrunched into a mix of pain and pleasure, his dick inverting fully to become a tight, womanly slit. He finally glanced down at his new body, his wide hips and engorged breasts, all framed by lilac hair. The new woman opened her mouth to scream but found herself entirely frozen as I hit the enter key. "I have to admit, you did imagine an attractive woman," I told her before she was sucked into her monitor, smooshed against it, and traveled to my client through fiber optic cables as nothing but pure information.
I pasted her onto my art program, forcing her to stare at my face as her situation sank in, amused that she kept the position of being pressed against her monitor. "I assume you didn't give yourself those curves just to be a prude," I chuckled, using my stylus to remove her baggy, male clothes, "A body like that deserves to be on display," I observed her naked form, the cut-off shout still in her throat. Drawing on a tight bikini, I could see her eyes twitch as she felt the new sensations of tight clothing in her more sensitive areas. "But you can't just wear a bikini around," I laughed, "And that whole 'against glass' look gives me an idea." I pulled up a shower scene I was working on for another client and slid her on, manipulating the layers to give the illusion of her being behind the glass. "Oh cheer up," I told the immobile girl, partially closing her mouth to give her a cute, pouty look. "You'll do just great for my next caption," I whispered to the girl as I dragged her to a storage folder.
"Now," I said, satisfied with myself, "Time to write." I cracked my knuckles and began the story about a commissioner who annoyed an artist and was turned into a girl and then a picture, making sure to omit no details. I whipped up a quick background before pasting the text and doing quite a bit of formatting. I pulled the girl from her folder prison, fitting her perfectly to the right of the page, giving it the chef's kiss as I uploaded the file to my DeviantArt and Patreon, hitting submit with a smile and a wave as she was sent off into cyberspace to be seen by thousands.
She became one of my most popular captions, raking in tens of thousands of views and hundreds of likes. Her mind was split evenly between every active viewer, deriving pleasure from the lust she generated. I even took the original copy of her and set it as my wallpaper just so she would never be without a set of prying eyes, observing her every detail. I assume she was enjoying all this attention, but I never knew for sure. After all, why would I care what a string of 1s and 0s thinks?
