The Second Transformation Convention - Epilogue (Multi TFTG, Preg) (Patreon)

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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.

First Part

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Epilogue: Disaster in Twin Alley

Featuring Anna from ‘Change in the Weather’ and the cast from ‘Triplet Trouble’

Anna Conn was making the rounds, and doing her best to keep herself in the spotlight at all times. Her immense height and non-human beauty made sure of that, and she leveraged both to perfection. The entire convention was running smooth as butter, and there were no reports of a rogue Wandering Witch or the more mischievous Morgan LaFaye this time. She’d already been mounted twice by her loyal cameraman and regular lover Jared, so her sexual needs were met by the day. And best of all, she’d been able to sell her merch and ingratiate herself with all the right individuals. She’d even gotten talking to Tori Peters after the celebrity panel ended.

Oh yes, I’ll go far alright. I’ll be the first true transformed anchorwoman soon, just you wait. Or better yet, the boss behind the curtain. With my name brand association with this event, I’ll already have a loyal following as a transformee spokesperson, and with the amount of merch I’ve managed to get my name on, I can siphon the funding to my own career prospects. Those cowgirls were clever to set this all up, just not clever enough to know the potential to capitalise on it!

She moved through the convention until she reached Twin Alley, the space hosted for the rather niche transformation reserved for those who had ‘twinned’ in some way, or become part of some kind of hivemind, or gained control of numerous bodies through a single consciousness. One lucky bastard was present: Ryan Dukosvky was not a transformed individual, but did have three identical and beautiful women attached to him. To anyone who didn’t know, they’d just think these women were identical sisters. But Anna had read about this case: these women were all one person, his former friend Doug, whose consciousness was now spread across three women.

Daphne, the nerdy part of her consciousness.

Delilah, the fit and outdoorsy part of her consciousness.

Demi, the sex-obsessed, sensual part of her consciousness.

All three were dressed according to their personality, and the three women along with their boyfriend were engaged in a chat with a group of four equally identical women, these ones all redheads. 

“Wait,” Demi said. “So, like, you’re not one mind sharing three bodies like us, then? You’re, like, how should we put it . . .”

“Four separate minds all linked,” Daphne finished for her.

“That’s the one,” the lead said, a woman named Emma. “So I was a nerd in college, right? I got this mystical talisman, and I used it to turn me into a girl to get back at these jocks. I had to have sex with them in order to change them into women like me.”

“Mhmm, hot,” Demi whispered, licking her lips.

“Stay on target,” Delilah added, though she was technically talking to herself.

“Anyway, I actually ended up morphing them into my identical sisters, only I’m sort of their alpha. Anything I learn gets transferred to them and vice versa. We all share our experiences. But they’re tethered to me and feel submissive to me. Don’t you girls?”

They all blushed exactly as one, and bowed a little.

“Yes, sister,” they replied as one.

Emma grinned back at the triplets. “I have a lot of fun with it, you know. They claim to not like being like this, but I know their minds, and they know I know that.”

Ryan put his arms around his triplet girlfriends, who all hugged against him. “Well, does that make me the alpha then, Daphne? Delilah? Demi? You’re technically one person, not four, but you feel the need to appease me, right?”

They all swooned, especially Demi. 

“Absolutely,” they all said as one. 

Anna grinned, watching this highly unusual interaction. They were even starting to describe their particular methods of sharing pleasure mentally, how they went along with orgies, as well as more mundane stuff such as their preference for wearing matching or complementary outfits, and so on. The anthro-giraffe woman pretending not to be listening, but her excellent ears caught it all. She ducked her head down to dutiful Jared and winked at him, which she knew he liked.

“Make sure to record it all. This will be a great documentary.”

“Um, isn’t this a privacy violation?”

“Not with the clauses on each ticket purchased,” she boasted. “I told you, Jared, I’m going to milk this thing dry. Milk it like those cowgirls should have, ironically, ha! We’re getting every advantage we can get from . . . what is that?”

There was a weird kind of glitch in reality, a crackle like from an old television screen. A scaled creature was running towards their section of the convention, pursued by an agent in grey and a woman in a dress of similar colour. People were running to the side to avoid danger, but the dino-person glitched and shifted and changed, and suddenly there were three ordinary women racing forward, each blonde and confused. They split into six identical women. Then nine. Then twelve.

What on earth? Wait, is that the glitching person from earlier? Josh something-or-rather? The one that keeps changing to alternative versions of himself? 

But he - or she - was suddenly an entire crowd of over a dozen women, all identical, all seeming to share one mind but not knowing what to do with it.

“Sorry!” they cried together. “Ouch! Oh God, I’ve got so many eyes! Too many hands! Where is all of me going! Don’t let them catch me!”

Anna didn’t know what to do. Clearly this dimensional thing was out of hand, and was being influenced by Josh’s nearby surroundings.

“Get back!” she screamed, the pile of women starting to converge on her. “Whatever problem you have with law enforcement, take it up with them!”

She stepped forward to use her tall body to block them off, but the horde of women crashed into her, yelling simultaneous apologies as the anthro-giraffe was knocked all the way down onto her butt. The crowd of running identical women ran straight into her, falling in a heap like a series of bowling pins, unable to control their shared mind.

“Woah,” Delilah said.

“Been there, done that,” Daphne added. “You’ll get used to it, girls!”

“My subs had to!” Emma teased.

But Anna saw no such humour in this moment. She lashed out, her blue tongue slipping out of her giraffe snout with every angry word.

“How dare you!? Do you have any idea who I am!? Who you’re messing with!? I’m Anna Conn! Don’t you ever knock over a giraffe woman when she can mess you right up-”

Suddenly, the glitch returned just as the Men in Grey arrived.

“Ma’am!” the man yelled. “Get to safety! The dimensional change might affect you if-”

But he too was cut off, as suddenly Anna’s consciousness was hurled through dimensions, a thousand different realities bouncing off of her brain, showing her all the different ways her life might have gone.

“No! No!” she screamed, feeling her possibilities collapse into a new reality. “You can’t change me! Not again! NOT AGAIN!”

The glitch ended as soon as it had come. Before her was a short, brown-haired man in a regular jacket and pants, feeling himself up and down. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “Don’t arrest me! Hey, you guys in the grey, don’t take me in! I can’t feel it anymore! I’m finally cured!”

Anna stood to her full height, ready to lambast the man. 

Only to realise she was much, much shorter than she had been.

And that she was no longer furry.

And that she was rather green.

And that her body was thick-figured, with a cute potbelly.

And that she was wearing something like showy medieval garb.

“You can’t be serious!” she screamed, voice raspy. “What the fuck did you do to me?” The men in grey halted, and the female of the pair gasped.

“She’s turned into some kind of goblin thingy,” she exclaimed.

“You mean a goblin, sweetie,” her partner said, still holding his little boy, who was pointing at Anna eagerly.

“Yes, whatever! Does this mean she’s the SGI now?”

Anna clutched her head. She was so tiny now. From fourteen feet to just four feet. And she felt even more lustful than before. And inappropriate, and aggressive. But she could also feel something else inside of her; a dimensional rift, a glitch between planes. A constant threat of change readying to turn her into another version of herself.

She glanced from the twins around her, to the Men in Grey before her, to Josh who had just transferred his curse to her. And that was when she realised that her dream of becoming known for a single look and voice had just been dashed for good.

“Motherfucker!” the goblin girl cursed.

Well, goblin girl for now. It was a good thing she was at a Transformation Convention, because she’d be transforming for a long while yet.

The End