Sweetest Purrfection
Sweetest Purrfection
Incineroar FTM TF/MC
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Irena was the kind of woman who was obsessed with perfecting her craft, especially since she was a wrestling diva and one of the most well-known in that field, especially in the heavyweight category, she was known in the ring as the ‘Tigress’ because her ring attire had a tiger motif, including stripes, she even went as far as body painting herself to look like a tiger and used cat-like movements when she was fighting in the ring.
There was a grandscale tournament coming up and she knew that she just had to win no matter what, she wasn’t going to settle for losing or being in second place so she trained constantly, day and night, working on her moves and her body at the same time. But no matter how hard she tried and how much she worked out, she felt very insecure and also like it wasn’t enough, and that was when she came across what appeared to be a special type of ‘charm’ that had been given to her by a fan of hers. Where the fan got said item from, who can say but she definitely liked what she saw, it was a belt buckle with an insignia in the shape of a tiger’s head.
“Ohh...perfect…”
“Yes, that’s right...this is perfect and you’ll be perfect too.”
“I will?”
“Oh yesss...you will…”
Normally in this type of situation she would have freaked out but seeing as she would have done anything to win the tournament, she thought that it would be fun to give this new belt a try. She adjusted it and activated the buckle, but as soon as she did that the belt set itself on fire but didn’t burn away, but rather altered into a more fiery looking belt as the voice from earlier laughed. It was a deep, masculine and fierce sounding voice, one that sounded like that of a beast.
A jolt of supernatural energy coursed through her body, making her strengthen and become much stronger and tougher than before - in addition to this, she started to become a bit more aggressive, she snarled in a primal manner as she struck a pose. She snapped out of it for a while before the voice echoed in her mind.
“Nooo...I mustn’t do this…”
“Oh, but you must….you must do it, you must win…”
“I know but I don’t think this is right..”
“Oh but it is and you know it, and you know that this is the only way to win.”
“Sounds a bit like cheating if you ask me.”
“Don’t you worry about a single little thing and just listen to what I have to say. I am not your enemy, I am your friend. You need me to help you win, and you need to win no matter what.”
“I..I...I..”
“Shhh...you know that this is true.”
She was about to respond back when her eyes started swirling and glowing, she tried to close her eyes and also to cover her eyes and block out the voice but her attempts were in vain as the voice increased the effects of the trance, making her fall deeper than before into the state. The voice, as menacing as it was, definitely was powerful and hypnotic - which proved to be very useful in that regard. The voice in general began its work of conditioning her into being the perfect wrestler, increasing the effect he was having on her, this wrestler mindset was taking over already and to her it was starting to feel good.
Red hairs slowly sprouted all over her body, slowly becoming what was commonly known as fur as her arms broadened, swelling and developing musculature as her hands enlarged, her nails lengthening and sharpening, becoming akin to sharp claws as pads of sorts formed on her palms. Her arms and hands now appearing more robust and muscled than usual, making them look almost mannish.
Next to this her chest and torso swelled and broadened, musculature piling up on them as her breasts retracted and her back and shoulders enlarged and broadened as well, spiky tufts of black fur sprouting on her shoulders, black lines that resembled stripes becoming visible in addition to this. She couldn’t help but growl and flex as the changes were happening. That voice was really helping unleash her true potential.
There was a slight slurping sound as her hips retracted while her legs thickened and broadened, a fiery sensation built up from within her naval region, which caused her belt to light up and increase her strength even more. Her privates reformed and altered into the more guyish equivalent while her boots tore open, her feet swelling and contorting, growing into large paw-like ones.
A grey coloration that resembled a tank top appeared on her new chest as her neckline altered, a ripping sound came from the back of her leggings as a long, red-colored feline-like tail emerged. A couple of black ‘bands’ forming on the tail as she flexed and embraced her changing appearance, letting the voice guide her.
Her tawny light brown hair darkened as it lengthened and spiked up, her ears stretching and become pointed while her hair turned a jet black color with red streaks. In addition to this her eyes turned from blue to golden yellow with green sclerae, reddish fur slowly growing on her face as tufts of said fur formed on her cheeks. Her facial structure altering to become more man-like in appearance as her eyes widened, her teeth lengthening and sharpening, developing pointed tips and becoming feral looking as her canines extended to become akin to fangs.
The two teeth on the bottom lengthened and sharpened as well, as her jawline jutted and broadened before her face slowly pushed out into a feline-like muzzle, her voice gruffening and deepening as a horizontal stripe formed down the middle of her muzzle, taking on a V-Shape. She was already thinking that at this point she wasn’t female or human for that matter, she or rather he was thinking that they were a male Incineroar because that’s what he looked like.
He let out a loud, fierce roar as the transformation completed, his new mindset telling him that he simply must win the tournament and be the best of all the wrestlers, and that there was nothing that can stop him. He flexed as he embraced his form and everything that came with it.
“From my now on..call me Irvin…yes, that is an excellent name.”
“How do you feel now?”
“I feel like I can do anything…”
“Now...let’s go out there and prove to everyone that we are a winning team.”
“Right, let’s do it!”
And thus - with one extra powerful roar, Irvin the Incineroar used his inhuman strength to break out and head towards the main arena the tournament was taking place, he was ready to prove to everyone that he was worthy of winning and being the true champion.
He entered the tournament and proved to be a very powerful opponent indeed, destroying the competition and then some. Now that he was even more famous than before, he thought that maybe it was time that he should be added to the already pretty strong roster of champions. His new feats definitely were part of his appeal as well.
Furthermore, he very much enjoyed being who and what he was and he enjoyed showing off his new moves and challenging others to fights, it was kind of addicting, actually it was extremely addictive but he didn’t mind, that was in his nature.
Incineroar FTM TF/MC
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Irena was the kind of woman who was obsessed with perfecting her craft, especially since she was a wrestling diva and one of the most well-known in that field, especially in the heavyweight category, she was known in the ring as the ‘Tigress’ because her ring attire had a tiger motif, including stripes, she even went as far as body painting herself to look like a tiger and used cat-like movements when she was fighting in the ring.
There was a grandscale tournament coming up and she knew that she just had to win no matter what, she wasn’t going to settle for losing or being in second place so she trained constantly, day and night, working on her moves and her body at the same time. But no matter how hard she tried and how much she worked out, she felt very insecure and also like it wasn’t enough, and that was when she came across what appeared to be a special type of ‘charm’ that had been given to her by a fan of hers. Where the fan got said item from, who can say but she definitely liked what she saw, it was a belt buckle with an insignia in the shape of a tiger’s head.
“Ohh...perfect…”
“Yes, that’s right...this is perfect and you’ll be perfect too.”
“I will?”
“Oh yesss...you will…”
Normally in this type of situation she would have freaked out but seeing as she would have done anything to win the tournament, she thought that it would be fun to give this new belt a try. She adjusted it and activated the buckle, but as soon as she did that the belt set itself on fire but didn’t burn away, but rather altered into a more fiery looking belt as the voice from earlier laughed. It was a deep, masculine and fierce sounding voice, one that sounded like that of a beast.
A jolt of supernatural energy coursed through her body, making her strengthen and become much stronger and tougher than before - in addition to this, she started to become a bit more aggressive, she snarled in a primal manner as she struck a pose. She snapped out of it for a while before the voice echoed in her mind.
“Nooo...I mustn’t do this…”
“Oh, but you must….you must do it, you must win…”
“I know but I don’t think this is right..”
“Oh but it is and you know it, and you know that this is the only way to win.”
“Sounds a bit like cheating if you ask me.”
“Don’t you worry about a single little thing and just listen to what I have to say. I am not your enemy, I am your friend. You need me to help you win, and you need to win no matter what.”
“I..I...I..”
“Shhh...you know that this is true.”
She was about to respond back when her eyes started swirling and glowing, she tried to close her eyes and also to cover her eyes and block out the voice but her attempts were in vain as the voice increased the effects of the trance, making her fall deeper than before into the state. The voice, as menacing as it was, definitely was powerful and hypnotic - which proved to be very useful in that regard. The voice in general began its work of conditioning her into being the perfect wrestler, increasing the effect he was having on her, this wrestler mindset was taking over already and to her it was starting to feel good.
Red hairs slowly sprouted all over her body, slowly becoming what was commonly known as fur as her arms broadened, swelling and developing musculature as her hands enlarged, her nails lengthening and sharpening, becoming akin to sharp claws as pads of sorts formed on her palms. Her arms and hands now appearing more robust and muscled than usual, making them look almost mannish.
Next to this her chest and torso swelled and broadened, musculature piling up on them as her breasts retracted and her back and shoulders enlarged and broadened as well, spiky tufts of black fur sprouting on her shoulders, black lines that resembled stripes becoming visible in addition to this. She couldn’t help but growl and flex as the changes were happening. That voice was really helping unleash her true potential.
There was a slight slurping sound as her hips retracted while her legs thickened and broadened, a fiery sensation built up from within her naval region, which caused her belt to light up and increase her strength even more. Her privates reformed and altered into the more guyish equivalent while her boots tore open, her feet swelling and contorting, growing into large paw-like ones.
A grey coloration that resembled a tank top appeared on her new chest as her neckline altered, a ripping sound came from the back of her leggings as a long, red-colored feline-like tail emerged. A couple of black ‘bands’ forming on the tail as she flexed and embraced her changing appearance, letting the voice guide her.
Her tawny light brown hair darkened as it lengthened and spiked up, her ears stretching and become pointed while her hair turned a jet black color with red streaks. In addition to this her eyes turned from blue to golden yellow with green sclerae, reddish fur slowly growing on her face as tufts of said fur formed on her cheeks. Her facial structure altering to become more man-like in appearance as her eyes widened, her teeth lengthening and sharpening, developing pointed tips and becoming feral looking as her canines extended to become akin to fangs.
The two teeth on the bottom lengthened and sharpened as well, as her jawline jutted and broadened before her face slowly pushed out into a feline-like muzzle, her voice gruffening and deepening as a horizontal stripe formed down the middle of her muzzle, taking on a V-Shape. She was already thinking that at this point she wasn’t female or human for that matter, she or rather he was thinking that they were a male Incineroar because that’s what he looked like.
He let out a loud, fierce roar as the transformation completed, his new mindset telling him that he simply must win the tournament and be the best of all the wrestlers, and that there was nothing that can stop him. He flexed as he embraced his form and everything that came with it.
“From my now on..call me Irvin…yes, that is an excellent name.”
“How do you feel now?”
“I feel like I can do anything…”
“Now...let’s go out there and prove to everyone that we are a winning team.”
“Right, let’s do it!”
And thus - with one extra powerful roar, Irvin the Incineroar used his inhuman strength to break out and head towards the main arena the tournament was taking place, he was ready to prove to everyone that he was worthy of winning and being the true champion.
He entered the tournament and proved to be a very powerful opponent indeed, destroying the competition and then some. Now that he was even more famous than before, he thought that maybe it was time that he should be added to the already pretty strong roster of champions. His new feats definitely were part of his appeal as well.
Furthermore, he very much enjoyed being who and what he was and he enjoyed showing off his new moves and challenging others to fights, it was kind of addicting, actually it was extremely addictive but he didn’t mind, that was in his nature.
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