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The Second Transformation Convention, Part 4 (Multi TFTG, Preg)
🕑 Added 2026-01-02 20:58:33 +0000 UTCSee HERE for the original Transformation Convention, which is now available to all subscribers.
By FoxFaceStories
A Commission for Camden Levy
After the resounding success of the first Transformation Convention, another has been organised! Transformees from across the globe have gathered once again for meetings, talks, merch sales, job offers, clothing fittings, and social interaction with one another. Whether it be changes in gender, race, body, or even species, there are new interactions to be had, and doubtless new changes yet to come for the many who attend.
Vignette 4: Aliens Among Us!
Featuring Monica from ‘Alien Assumptions,’ Jasana from ‘Miss Alien Queen of the Universe’, the ladies from the ‘Alien Space Babe’ series, and Hazel and Destiny from ‘Alien Assumptions 2.’
Monica remained in her stable, eating the lovely grass that had been provided to her. It was strange, really, having people actually recognise that she was meant to be a person. That a group of aliens had abducted her, seen her silly cow costume for Halloween, and then changed her into an actual cow in order to ‘complete’ her, all under some misguided idea of helping her. Well, she’d been a cow for quite some years now. Been bred by the bulls far more than once, and given birth to regular calves plenty of times too. It was a ridiculous experience for the former social gal, but thanks to the aliens she’d be a fertile cow for something like three hundred years, so simply having her existence confirmed as that of an altered individual at least made life more interesting.
“I wonder who she really is?” a transformee goer asked, who looked like some kind of male succubus. Was that an incubus?
“Moooo!” Monica said. That meant ‘I’m Monica. Or Moo-onica, if you like dumb cow puns. I know I’ve learned to like ‘em.’
The incubus’ friend, some kind of half-snake naga girl, shifted to read the notice board on the other side of Monica’s cow pen.
“It says here that they will never likely know the cow’s identity. They simply call her Luna on account of she was found under a full moon, braying at a flying saucer, which caused investigators to take samples.”
“Woah, and they found out she’d once been human?”
“Yep! And get this, she’s already had loads of calves. She’s hyperfertile.”
“Damn, that’s gnarly.”
Monica mooed again. This time it meant, ‘Yeah, you thought you were unlucky looking like a hot demon man and cool medusa lady? Try having an udder and no way to reach it. Try getting turned on by a fucking bull, dude.’
But her ‘words’ didn’t exactly carry, so instead Monica did what she did best (apart from eating grass and getting mounted): she observed. She’d been, appropriately enough, placed at the panel entitled Aliens Among Us. She was pretty excited by the fact that she was, technically, not the only human here who had been turned into livestock, though somehow the other specimen was far less lucky than her. Her name was Jasana, and she was this huge . . . alien . . . thing. Like a giant elephant only with extra-trunk-like legs, and also way more mammaries hanging down from beneath. Apparently, he’d once been a guy called Jason from Australia, right up until he’d been abducted for some ridiculous Alien Queen of the Universe competition. Having struck out in the first round, Jason had been turned into Jasana, a lumbering so-called ‘Lorrbeast’ with a long head like a tree-munching dinosaur and a tail that was used to drink up vast quantities of goo, like she was doing now out of the nearby container for such a purpose, all to produce vast quantities of milk from her expansive udders. The fact that her belly was quite swollen also gave her further reason.
‘Don’t look at me,’ Jasana said, reaching out mentally.
‘Hey, it’s not my fault you're a huge alien milk-machine.’
‘And you’re a cow.’
‘Well, at least you can talk psychically to cows, right?’ Monica ‘said’ back. ‘Unlike these humans. Can you talk to your ranchers back on that new planet of yours? The one your masters loaned you from out to here for the day?’
‘I should be so lucky,’ Jasana rumbled psychically. ‘You’re the first person I’ve been able to talk to. You don’t want to become a Lorrbeast too, do you?’
‘I’ll pass. Being a cow is boring as hell, but at least I’m still on earth.’
‘Wise choice, mate. I mean, I’m making more milk in an hour than you probably do in days. Damn that stupid competition!’
‘At least we’re not the only freaks here, Aussie man. Check out the octopus girl over there.’
Indeed, there were other figures present at the Aliens Among Us Panel, and while Monica and Jasana were clearly display ‘animals’, the UFO-themed room had plenty of convention-goers sitting in rows, ready to ask the strange transformees at the front a series of questions. Monica had learned everything she could about them.
There was Hazel and Destiny, two anthro-people who had been changed by the same aliens as her, only they’d gotten a little more lucky. The former was a pig-girl with four large breasts supported by her stylish green dress, and the other was a rather pregnant anthro-rabbit lady, who wore an equally stylish maternity dress in a bright pink.
“I’m sorry,” Destiny said in response to a question from the audience. “I’m afraid you’ll have to speak up.”
“Oh, sorry,” the audience member said. “I was just going to ask if there’s a set size you plan on for your family?”
Destiny chuckled, her tall ears twitching. “I was just joking; with these ears, I can always hear!”
The audience laughed at this, and Destiny stroked her stomach, wincing a little at the kicking inside.
“As for how big I intend my family to be, I’m kind of hoping to limit it! Don’t get me wrong, I love my little bunnies but - ugh! - as you can see, they kick around a lot, and that’s just when they’re inside me! Unfortunately, when the aliens experimented on me and my friend here, I ended up with a rabbit’s breeding instinct. So yeah, I breed like a rabbit. I can’t quite help myself with this need to mate.”
More laughter, this time awkward. Monica mooed from her pen. This time, it meant, ‘I get it, sister!’
“But things are looking up. I’m on a new pill testing trial courtesy of an initiative supported by the lovely Tori Peters, our own celebrity fox lady here today. She’s put a lot of money into helping better the lives of transformees. Now, my arousal has gone way down, so hopefully this will be my last litter for a while, at least!”
“Which means she can finally become the epic lawyer she was always meant to be,” Hazel noted, the pig-girl smiling at her friend.
The mic passed to a new audience member. “My question is for Hazel, then. Do you find it hard to be taken seriously as an architect as a transformee? As you can see, I got turned into a satyr. I find that a lot of guys in particular don’t take my engineering degree seriously and fetishise me.”
“Really great question!” Hazel answered. “To be honest, there’s a lot of dickbags out there. Can I say dickbags? I’m gonna say it anyway. The way I’ve found to overcome it is to just embrace being who I am, and look damn good while I’m at it. I can see you’re covering up your changes a bit. That’s one approach, but man, we could do so much to make you look like an attractive, confident satyr who frickin’ owns it. It’s what Destiny and I had to do. Now that my own litter are old enough to be in daycare, I’m putting the assholes in their place and defying expectations as a porcine gal who knows her stuff. Confidence is key, and so is presentation.”
Destiny interjected for a moment: “And I also help a little by putting a rabbit foot up the ass of any loser who tries to be a total creep or put us down.”
“That helps!” Hazel said.
Monica mooed again. ‘I’ve done that too! Fucking weird farmer guy touching my udder all wrong!’
The mic passed on to another member of the audience. “My question is for Mr and Mrs Davies.”
They were the other pair on the panel; a couple of Kansas farmers who had claimed to be experimented on by aliens and changed by them. The government officially denied that UFOs were involved in their case, but the pair had had their bodies swapped, their youth restored to them so that they were in their prime twenties, and, oddest of all, now had blue skin.
“Happy to answer yah,” Mr Davies said.
“You assert that aliens are more among us than the government claims. Obviously Hazel and Destiny are here, and you yourselves have been changed, but do you think there are any aliens among us? Or people turned into half-aliens?”
The Davies conferred for a moment, and Mrs Davies was the one to speak. She was a beautiful woman now, with long dark blue hair to match her lighter blue skin. She wore a simple flannel shirt and jeans, but there was something ethereal about her. Monica had to remind herself that this woman used to be Mr Davies.
“Damn right we believe that,” she said. “I mean, just y’all look at me! At my husband here. We got abducted and experimented on, and those little Greys just wanted to see what they could do to us. Hazel and Destiny here, God bless ‘em, were even further changed! And don’t get me started on that there cow over there, poor thing! We don’t even know who she used to be!”
Monica bellowed a loud moo. ‘Damn straight! You tell them, lady!’
“Hell, the only the government even admits about aliens is because the evidence got overwhelming, and because we caught that strange broadcast about the Alien Queen of the Universe. You know, where Jason from Australia got turned into that huge milkbeast over there.”
‘Don’t bloody bring me into it!’ Jasana complained mentally to the only person she could; Monica. ‘Those bloody aliens will be taking me back for more milking in a few hours, and frankly I’d rather that than have all these idiots stare at the freak alien livestock.’
Monica couldn’t disagree more, but she understood it, on some level.
“Honey, would you like me to put up the slideshow?” asked Mr Davis, formerly Mrs.
His wife nodded, and the large screen behind the panel activated, showing numerous pieces of evidence of alien experiments and general existence. There were images of UFOs captured from around the world, followed by blurry pictures of the so-called Grey aliens, who seemed to have a cultural obsession with experimentation and transformation. Then there was footage taken - supposedly - from inside Area 51, where a strange squid-like lady, pink-skinned and with her lower half all tentacles, swam through an aquatic tank and directed a research team on computers outside of it. Project Tadpole, the footage was named. Codename: Helena. Former human, turned into alien aquatic species with telepathic powers. The crowd gasped. Another series of images showed the winners of the Miss Alien Queen of the Universe pageant. The enormous broodmother giving birth to endless young, who had once been the attractive human woman Priscilla. May, the runner up, now an utterly gorgeous alien supermodel traversing the galaxy. These images were more well-known, but the next was a real shocker. It was footage of an ordinary human woman, rather attractive, hidden away in a forest clearing. She looked around for a moment, smiled, and then changed. A third eye grew in her forehead. A pair of antennae sprouted from her head. A third breast grew between her pair, and a long tail with a sort of rubbery pincer extended out from her backside. She grinned, dancing on the spot as if finally free, until she looked at the camera far away, appeared shocked, and then turned invisible.
Needless to say, the crowd gasped collectively. Monica even mooed, though she was more focused on the woman who had asked the question. The footage had been a bit blurry, but ever since being transformed by the aliens, the former human woman had found that she could notice evidence of other alien transformations even when other people didn’t. The lady who had asked the Davies their questions had green skin. She had a tail. She had three eyes and three large breasts and two antennae.
‘She’s an alien among us!’ Monica mooed, but no one paid attention to her. Instead, the alien woman asked a followup question.
“Do you mind if I take a closer look at that footage?” she said. “I’ve got some ideas about how to identify her.”
“We’d most appreciate that, darlin’.”
At this, Monica mooed again. ‘Oh, you idiots, she’s going to delete it, or introduce a virus to get rid of it everywhere, or - what do I care? I’d do the same. Go you, lady.’
After all, who was going to listen to Monica? She was just a cow. The alien woman moved through the crowd, looking to everyone else like a normal human woman.
‘Nothing to see here, folks!’ Monica mooed, and that made the woman suddenly pause. She looked right at Monica and turned her head.
‘Hey, I can hear you,’ she spoke into the cow’s mind.
Monica almost bellowed in shock. ‘Wait, you can understand me?’
‘Yes, I’m telepathic, too. Wait, your name is Monica?’
The cow could have cried. ‘Oh my God, yes! It’s been too long since someone knew my name!’
The woman looked to the Davies. She held up her hand, indicating that she’d be over to see her soon. But first she wandered over and patted Monica on the head comfortingly.
‘My name is Serellis. I’m only half-alien. You know, if you want, my husband and I own a farm. Might be nice to have someone else changed to talk to?’
This time, when Monica mooed, it was only with delight, and nothing else.
To Be Continued . . .
