Runway - Aristocrat Artemis (Patreon)

Runway is recruiting models for her latest fashion show! You can suggest one single character, and a single outfit that fits the 'Fashion Show Runway' theme. The character (Regardless of original gender) will be changed to fit the fashionable clothing you suggest. So let out your inner fashionista, and fill out the form below!https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1G6iTYs7pff9EcmRJSI3IFqECkMGIgHtK9osI5as2ZZ0/editThe price of one of these commission is $250 USD. Payment will be made via Paypal, and will be required before any story or artwork is started. Rules for commissioning:-Andy and Artemis hold the right to refuse any outfit, kink, character, or scenario that they choose. -All character must be 18+ (And look it. No 200 year old dragons who look 10.)-No scat, watersports, diapers, or fecal matter.-No clowns-No excessive sexuality. We want them to be Fashion Show appropriate (Spidey Example is from the Super Lingerie Line.)

“I'm heading out babe!” Artemis called to his wife Jo, “Got that gig in Sampleville!”

“Ok! Drive safe! Call me when you get to the hotel!” They shouted back.

“Will do!” Artemis left, locking the door behind him. The gig was some handyman work building a stage for a fashion show. He wasn't the only handyman he knew going to work on it, but he was driving the furthest so he'd requested some extra pay to cover a hotel. Surprisingly, Runway Fashions had agreed right away, even booking him in the hotel that was hosting the show. Very fancy indeed.

Artemis checked in and dropped his bags in the room before heading down to the ballroom. He wanted to meet with the boss before getting started tomorrow. He made his way into the changing rooms where he was met with rows and rows of clothing racks filled with every manner of dress, lingerie, and nightwear he could imagine, and then some, “Hello? Anyone here?”

There was an eerie silence for a moment, but then a voice came from beside him, smooth and calm, but threatening, “You shouldn't be back here. Are you trying to steal my designs too?”

“Wah!” Arms jumped a foot back, looking say the source of the voice. A tall dark skinned woman in a regal dress eyed him suspiciously, “N-no I'm not stealing anything. I'm Artemis. I'm one of the-”

“A very practiced and reasonable excuse I'm sure. Well if you want a look, why not try one on? I still need a model for the Royalty Line.” She raised a hand, and Artemis’ clothes ripped themselves from his body and almost as quickly, a huge mass of peach and blue fabric flew around him, stitching and trying itself around him tightly, “Hey wha-”

“Not to worry. You'll fit it perfectly. They always do.” Runway smiled as the ‘thief’ began shifting before her eyes. His glasses flew off, his brown hair growing longer and trying up in a fashionable bun with long bangs framing his face. A face that was also shifting, facial hair vanishing, nose shrinking, lips swelling, and jawline smoothing out until a beautiful female face was left. A face that spoke in a surprised high soprano that twinkled like bells, “What are you doing? I'm just-”

“*Tut tut* dear. You're not done yet. You'll be a great model for my show.” Artemis followed her gaze, looking down at his body to see the finished gown. Gold trimmed peach fabric formed the main dress with large cups and a flowing asymmetrically layered skirt while blue fabric embroidered with pink and gold flowers hung over his arms and hung down in a long shawl. Before he could react to the ill-fitting dress on his male body, his feminine eyes went wide. His chest pushed out as if begging to meet the cupped fabric, soft sensitive fat pulsing out under his larger nipples. The breasts grew out perfectly filling the dresses curves and, while hidden beneath the layered skirt, he felt his hips and waist curving and shifting to match. As his genitals inverted, becoming the female equivalent, she finally was able to find her new voice, “I'm just a handyman!”

“A… what?”

“I'm one of the handymen you hired to help build the stage! I'm not a spy and definitely not a model! I was just trying to introduce myself!” Artemis wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting a hand to her head in a worried pose. Runway's eyes went wide, “Freeze right there!”

Artemis froze as the super powered fashionista puppeted her arms slightly, unable to bring herself to even struggle against her comment “That demure look. Innocent and confused. It's perfect! Not a model you say? You most certainly are! I'll return you to normal after the shows if you really wish. Until then, you'll have to stay here in the hotel. I can't have you spreading my design secrets.”

Artemis frowned, looking her employer. It's not like she could really say no. Runway could just leave her like this, “Fine. But I need to call my wife to let them know I'll be here for a few extra days. And I'm invoicing you for the extra days.”

“Oh it will be much more than a few...”