Random Stream Scene: Victni

“But Alkali, you spun the wheel and it landed on Macro! You can’t do this to me too!” Victni complained. He certainly didn’t appreciate being tied down against a metal platform, nor the enormous science machine aimed directly at him. His ears twitched nervously. The weasel hybrid had only volunteered for this because he assumed that Alkali would stay true to his word and stick with just one change.

“Well, the terms of the deal have been altered. Pray I do not alter them further,” Alkali replied, poking at buttons on a handheld controller. “Besides, it’s late and I really just wanna do something silly to you. So just hush and let me do my work. I’m a professional mad scientist after all.”

The ray, looking like something straight out of a sci-fi B movie, hummed to life and an orange beam of light struck Victni’s paws straight in the center. It was horrendously ticklish. If he weren’t held down by a set of tight metal bands Victni would’ve squirmed his way straight off the platform. And the feeling was distracting enough that he didn’t notice right away exactly what sort of effect was happening. His paws slowly started to lengthen and thicken. The soft pads of his feet pressed forward taking up more space along the platform. Half as long as the rest of the hybrid’s body and still growing strong Victni finally realized what was happening.

“I guess this isn’t so bad,” he mumbled, feet squirming. It was a shame he couldn’t actually move around and enjoy the growth though. Being pinned to a table made it very hard to properly explore his feet. The straps that were holding his legs in place strained just a bit when his paws got to the point where they were just as long as he was tall. But they didn’t stop there. In fact, Alkali mashed a button on his controller yet again and the expansion of his stompers seemed to speed up. Five feet long soon stretched into ten. Victni was too awestruck by what was happening to notice the happy sway in Alkali’s tail.

The roo gently rubbed at one of Victni’s toes, grinning nice and wide. “Well I think that’s nearly enough for you, don’t you think?”

“Oh. Yeah, I think this is enough. Not gonna be able to walk anymore-”

“Psyche,” the roo yelled as he twisted a knob labeled ‘Power’ up to its maximum. Victni’s eyes went as wide as bowls when he saw the orange beam seem to strengthen, turning what used to be a ticklish feeling into a warm massage. It was heaven. And good thing too because Alkali had turned the knob just a little too hard. It stuck in place at the end of the scale and no amount of twisting could dislodge it. Alkali only had a second to look up before he saw the wall of oncoming weasel hybrid paw.

“Uh oh,” he whispered. A soft wall of flesh pushed him backward into the wall, squishing him in place. Meanwhile, the other paw ran into the ray gun and knocked it aside, damaging it just slightly. Not enough to stop the energy of the beam, but enough to knock free the wires inside and cause a short circuit. That sure wouldn’t be turning off any time soon.

Victni felt his body shiver just slightly as his toes curled up and his foot pressed into every available inch in front of him. The walls were starting to fold, he was sure of that. But as the size his stompers currently were it was difficult to tell exactly what was going on. Minutes passed breathlessly and still they continued their expansion. The lab was a mess, completely destroyed. And that was to say nothing about whatever had happened to the city. Victni could only guess his paws would rival skyscrapers by the time this was all done. Or further if that darn roo didn’t fix this mess.

“Well uhh. You got macro in some way at least. Right?” Alkali said, pulling himself up from the ground. Victni just rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the wet feeling of clouds being pushed away by his toes or the planes swerving to avoid his pads.

Random Stream Scene: WiiRareU

“Do I feel like being a Buizel, or a Pancham today…” the Treecko mused aloud. He rubbed at his chin, deep in thought. Atop his bed sat two stuffed animals, a Pancham and a Buizel. But they weren’t just any old normal plushies. These two were what helped Steve make his transformations into different Pokémon. He wasn’t entirely sure where the power came from but he did know that it allowed him to turn into any Pokémon he wanted. Provided he had access to a plush of it that is.

Steve weighed the pros and cons of each carefully before simply shrugging and picking up the Buizel plush. He adjusted the glasses on his face before focusing lightly on his stuffed animal. Once his eyes were closed the transformation began. The stuffed animal took on a strange, light green glow that started to travel up the Treecko’s arm. Everywhere the glow passed, Steve began to change subtly. His green skin started to grow orange fur and his shirt shifted to accommodate a small yellow collar around his neck. It felt like pins and needles traveling along his arm everywhere the fur appeared, then his torso, down to his legs and up to his head.

After a few minutes of concentration Steven felt the pins and needles subside. He opened his eyes to look down at his new body with a smile. “Ahh, that does feel kinda good,” he squeaked. A tail with a split near the tip twitched and squirmed happily on his backside. And it really did feel good. Steve did feel a bit of remorse, regretting not trying out Pancham as well. Couldn’t hurt to just try out the other option too.

Dropping his Buizel plush back to the bed the transformed Treecko picked up his other stuffed animal. This time he gave a nice, big hug to the soft panda plush. It glowed almost immediately, filling Steve’s arms with the same green light as before. There was no fur to grow this time as it merely changed color scheme to a black and white pattern. His body was drastically changing in shape though. His legs shortened becoming stubbier, less usable for the swooping of a Buizel in the water. The tail he’d just grown shrunk toward his body before it rounded up at the base of his back. It was hard to tell at first but he soon realized it was much more difficult for him to keep hugging the plush when his arms became stubbier as well.

Once it was all done the newly made Pancham looked at his shirt as it pooled around his body. Panchams were a bit on the shorter side after all. His shirt almost touched against the top of the ground. Oops, that wasn’t supposed to happen. If he stuck with Pancham today, he’d need to pick out a different shirt to wear.

“Decisions, decisions…” he mused to himself, holding both stuffed animals at once. The hardest choice of the day.