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skylermadness · 6 months

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Constitution (Jawbone O'Shaughnessey TF/TG/PMC/AP)

(Original Date of Upload: June 22, 2022)

Yeah, I'm dedicating some uploads this week to the hot dads out there. I shall preface this by saying I love Jawbone very much and no amount of words can express how intense that love is. He's a werewolf, he's a dad, he's a school counselor, he's a dad, he's got a sick Irish accent, I can go on and on but if I did I'd hit the word limit of this description (if there even is a word limit, anyway). The general summarization of things is hot werewolf dad. Three words that I absolutely wish could be said more nowadays... This is also my first FtM TF in a while! I tried something a little new to this one too, based on a few personal headcanons and the fact that I want to try some new stuff in these TFs of mine! Also I hope someone gets the joke I made in the story title. If not, then I guess I'll just give ya the answer if you choose to ask-

Ashleigh had never been the most hard on herself when it came to grades, but something about getting a C- on her most recent Introduction to Psychology test struck a nerve. There were perhaps a lot of reasons as to why she got such a low score. The trouble she was having focusing on classes these past few weeks, the sheer amount of information overload she seems to get when she does focus, the fact that cramming the night before had resulted in frustrated confusion over the material. She was trying her best, but it felt like her best wasn’t good enough.

And that was only one brick in the wall that was her many problems.

The past few weeks have been the arrival of many issues and hardships in her life. Finances were becoming harder to manage, mainly due to the fact that even one month’s rent at the dormitory was enough to slash a hole in her budget with very little hope of getting it back on just minimum wage alone. The balance between working at a nearby retail store and trying to keep up with college also wasn’t helping in that matter, with her focus being challenged even there.

Her own identity was becoming something that was harder to understand. Especially when it comes to her own gender, as she’s been trying to grasp onto whether or not she was trans. Trying to test the waters on that was also impossible in her current situation, which was reinforcing a budding feeling of gender dysphoria.

Many of her friends were already busy with their own lives. She was in no place for a relationship. Her mind was effectively a vortex of confusion and information that she felt unable to piece together.

To say college was getting a little overwhelming to Ashleigh at this point would be an understatement.

What was funny was, she thought she was ready. At first college wasn’t in the cards for her when she had first graduated high school with her being in a low income home, and the fact that applying to scholarships felt impossible to her due to their high standards. It took a little more than ten years for her to get in a spot of perceived readiness.

Belief that she finally had the income to do so, a feeling that now was the time to move out of her parent’s home and into someplace else, a full grasp on who and what she was.

That view of herself and the world was shattered in weeks.

She probably could have caught onto that when she first applied. First seeing the amount rent cost at her college. The amount of time it took for her to even decide on a major she had wanted. Choosing a Psychology major had made her feel worse as the weeks went on, since she would find herself thinking on how she thought she could help people if she couldn’t even solve her own problems.

It got to a point that after seeing that her grades had been falling, one of her professors had recommended she speak with the college’s guidance counselor. Although he seemed to have trouble remembering the counselor’s name. It resulted in her having trouble finding their office, except it seemed that no staff in the college could recall who the counselor was. Only the fact that there was one.

Except there wasn’t???

Just an empty office with a scrubbed name placard.

That was effectively Ashleigh’s breaking point.

The next logical stop for her was to head to a bar nearest to her college and pour her woes to the bartender. Which is where Ashleigh finds herself now, downing a small pint of alcohol at a bar that was also within a nightclub. It was her fourth one and she was already tipsy. She had also just finished retelling her life’s story to the bartender, a bear of a man named Maurice.

Ashleigh let out a little hiccup, then tipsily giggled. “Usually I wouldn’t turn to alcohol to run from all my problems, but damn is this some good booze…”

Maurice just hummed. “Migh’ have to cut ya’ off at sum poin’. Can’t have ya’ dyin’ of alc’hol poisonin’.”

“It’s fine! My family’s been known for having good livers…” She drunkenly laughed again.

“Uh-huh.” Maurice said, unphased. He was used to that kind of response from the more… sadder patrons to his bar. It took a few moments of thought, but he found himself picking up another pint glass from beneath the counter. “Ah can safely say none of yer problems’ll be solved ‘ike this.”

Ashleigh shook her head. “It still makes my head all fuzzy though… makes me forget how shit my life is.”

“Ah wouldn’ say that,” Maurice tried to reassure her as he headed to the back of the bar. The back was lined with multiple kegs, most of which Ashleigh had assumed was filled with liquor. “This could jus’ be a ruff patch.”

“It doesn’t feel like it…” Ashleigh said, folding her hands onto the table and placing her head in them. Everything felt like one hell of a trainwreck. Problem after problem, piling up and causing a storm in her head. The fact she didn’t really have any to talk to about it made it all the more worse. At least Maurice was willing to listen, although he didn’t provide much help besides the provision of booze. He’s probably paid to just sit around and listen, she thought to herself.

Her eyes drifted over to the man himself, and Ashleigh watched as the man walked around the bar pouring various liquids from the kegs into the pint glass. She could hear him mumble something, but the music of the night club coupled with the low register of his voice made it incomprehensible to her. She did take note that the drink looked particularly… sparkly.

“Ah’ve been in th’s line of w’rk fer a while, bud. It nev’r lasts like that fer long. No matt’r how much ya think it does.”

Ashleigh looked away for a moment. She couldn’t tell if it was the booze, or just her recently budding cynicism, but she found herself having a hard time believing that.

She was pulled out her thoughts by Maurice walking up to her, sliding the drink he just made beside her arm. “Here, on th’ house.”

Ashleigh lifted her head and looked around the bar skeptically. Come to think of it, she’s the only person here at the moment… Eh, whatever.

She then took a look down at the pint. It wasn’t beer, liquor, wine, or any mixture that she could recall, although memory recall was a little muddled due to her current buzz. The drink was actually a soft, but sparkly, beige. It smelled kind of fruity too…

“Ah call it th’ Reliever! It may help ya’ find what yer lookin’ fer.”

Ashleigh raised a brow and smiled. “Are you sure you ain’t trying to roofie me?” she joked. Judging by the grimace on Maurice’s face, it wasn’t very funny.

“I happ’n to want to keep mah job.”

“Right, sorry.”

Ashleigh stared back down at the drink and shrugged. Taking hold of the glass, she downed the uncreatively named drink in one fell swoop.

“Hm. Tastes peachy. What’s in this?”

Maurice only smirked. “Nothin’ ya’ could und’rstand, boy.”

Something about being called ‘boy’ made Ashleigh feel something… warm.

“Now ah’m afraid I gotta have to cut ya’ off.”

Ashleigh slumped in her seat. “Alright, fine. Thanks for the new drink, I guess…”

“On’y the best fer my cust’mers. Hope it does help ya’ in what yer lookin’ fer.”

“I have a little trouble believing one fruit flavored drink is going to give me the answer to my problems, but I… appreciate it.”

Maurice nodded and watched as Ashleigh got up from her seat and walked out the bar. He took note of her slightly disoriented walking and wondered if he should have offered to drive her home.

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The door to Ashleigh’s dorm creaked open, with the woman clumsily walking in after. Walking home while drunk is apparently not the best thing to do. Perhaps she should’ve taken that bartender’s offer to take her back here, but she felt perfectly content walking home by herself. It even allowed her to take a good look at the Moon, which she had found herself feeling oddly pulled towards during those ten minutes of walking.

Ashleigh took a seat on the small, singular sofa that was on the side of her little apartment. It was nestled in the corner, beside her work area and window. The seat had given her the perfect look at the moon again, the celestial object now currently in waxing crescent phase. How she knew that she wasn’t sure.

Ashleigh let out another hiccup. “Houh, still a little drunk…”

She pressed her back up against the chair and closed her eyes, her only thoughts now being of that weird fruity drink, that bar, and that bartender. It did feel nice to vent all of her feelings out to him, even if he wasn’t very professionally trained. And admittedly he might be right about all of this bad stuff just being a ‘for the time being’ thing. Plus, now that she was relaxed and had the time to think about it, Maurice did look kind of hot. Well, in a scruffy middle-aged man kind of way.

Okay, weird to think about… she thought to herself. She did kind of envy him, though. Big, hairy guy; deep voice; slightly confusing accent. She… wanted all of that. Especially that hairiness. God, that man is quite the bear…

She let out a small sigh. What time was it? It was probably pretty late. She should probably head to sleep.

…although for some reason she felt really itchy now…

It was miniscule at first with it being a slight discomfort in her hands, arms, and chest. It was something she would try and scratch, the woman shifting her body around the couch uncomfortably as she tried to reach every spot she could to relieve herself of this ordeal. It wasn't until she started feeling something coarse that she started to notice something was off.

Taking a hand out from beneath her shirt, she found that it was hairier. Brown hairs were growing out of it at a rapid pace and quickly overtaking it in a thick, fluffy pelt. Curious, Ashleigh turned her hand around to see if a similar change was occurring on her palms. While fur was growing around her palms, the skin was also swelling; roughening and darkening into a paw pad. Alongside this came changes to her nails, the keratin lengthening and sharpening into pointed claws. She could even swear that her hand was subtly growing larger.

Ashleigh raised a brow, a mix of intrigue and confusion forming on her face. She lifted up her other hand to check if it was any different, finding the exact same changes have come across it too. A large, wolfish paw instead of a small, human hand.

"...cccool…" she slurred out drunkenly. Perhaps it was the fact the alcohol was still working through her system, but she didn't feel particularly worried about this. She rubbed a paw on her cheek, feeling the fluffy fur and rough pads brush up against her skin. It was great. Her body was still kind of itchy though…

Placing her paw down, she rolled up a sleeve of her hoodie, along with the sleeve of the shirt beneath it, to try and scratch her arm again. This time she was being a little lighter so as to not scratch herself with her new claws. Her skin looked to already be growing out more hair, but it appeared that irritating it was causing the changes to pick up the pace.

The patches of fur grew denser with each passing second, her skin now fading beneath the brown pelage. A feeling of power coursed through her muscles causing her arms to gain a little more muscle tone than they had before. It wasn’t an impressive amount, plus it was shrouded beneath all of her fur, but it was there. This was then accompanied by a brief lengthening of her arms.

There was a feeling of contentment filling her as she watched everything unfold; a feeling that, for once, wasn't influenced by the booze from earlier. It was like something deep inside her was coming out, something that she so deeply wanted.

The fur growth eventually ran up her arms and beneath her rolled up sleeves, but judging by the slight tightness she felt in her shoulders (a byproduct of her thickening delts), alongside the feeling of warmth layering upon them, she knew where the changes were heading.

She leaned forward and placed a paw beneath her shirt, proceeding to scratch away at her chest while feeling the brown fluff growing out of it. With her shoulders becoming larger, her frame had widened to match. While the fur trickled down her chest like a rushing waterfall, her torso flattened and her breasts shrunk away, and all that remained were some pectorals with a small layer of fat covering them. For a moment a horizontal scar visibly formed beneath each pec, but both got shrouded beneath the sea of fur just moments later.

The intense itching began to dissipate as the pelt washed over her belly. Beneath it grew more small muscles, but those muscles quickly got drowned out by a medium sized gut. She found her hand slipping down towards it, unconsciously giving it a little rub and causing her tongue to fall out of her mouth for a moment.

“This is… oddly appealing…” she whispered to herself. It took her a moment for her brain to register that her voice shifted at the end of that sentence, her voice now a little deeper and huskier.

The fur eventually flowed down to the lower half of her body. Her hips widened before a feeling of pressure started to fill at the base of her spine. Scooting up in the chair a little, something about her reaction felt almost instinctual. So much so that she lowered the back of her pants a little.

“Forgot to wear the tail safe ones, huh…” she offhandedly mumbled to herself. Her voice was just getting deeper and deeper. Plus she could swear there was an accent getting in there…

Slinking out from her rear came a tail; one that was big and fluffy with rich brown fur that had a lighter shade of it on the bottom. As her tail grew, her spine grew with it making her taller than she was before.

Somehow knowing exactly how to maneuver it, she moved the tail to her lap before scooting back up to the back of the chair. Smiling, she softly stroked the long, furry extension of herself. It was already becoming evident that she was transforming into some sort of wolf creature. Fur, paws, weird enjoyment of having her tummy rubbed. The tail was just another addition to this experience, and Ashleigh was all for it.

She had to take into consideration other changes though. Her now flat chest, her deepening and clearly masculine voice, even in her mind she didn’t feel like a ‘her’. It was clear that this was some kind of sign, some kind of fulfillment of an internal wish.

It’s about time he starts referring to himself as something he was comfortable with.

As revelations came to his mind, his legs and feet underwent their changes. Mirroring his arms, his legs got thicker in both fur and muscle while concurrently growing longer. He didn’t really shave them much before, but that would be a null thought now that they were completely covered in a pelt of wolf fur. The same happened to his feet, the two now becoming large paws like his hands. Claws, paw pads, everything. Although unlike the rest of his clothing, his shoes were getting particularly uncomfortable…

He leaned his head back up against the sofa and closed his eyes. “Yer really gettin’ everything ya wanted…” An ear twitched as he instantly noticed that an accent had crept into his already deep voice. It was a little hard to tell, with it being deep in the guttural huskiness that werewolves had, but it was definitely an Irish accent. “I’m even gettin’ an accent too!”

He smiled, although now his face was now starting to feel different. This was caused by a lengthening muzzle, his face now pushing out into a more animalistic shape. Nose melding with his snout; the skin of it becoming rough, black, and wet. Shorter brown hairs pricked out of his skin and ran all the way across his face, his eyebrows getting bushier in the process. Within his mouth his teeth sharpened and two of his canines poked out from beneath his upper lip. His ears twitched again as they lengthened to a point, soft fur rolling across the outside while even softer fur poked out from the inside.

Then came the changes in his hair. Previously a rusty auburn color; long, wavy locks shortened on scalp while longer bits of fur protruded from the edges of his head and the bottom of his neck. Growing out of his head from all sides was a long, fluffy mane, the red coloration of the hair fading beneath it to become a dark, chocolatey brown as it did so.

The wolfman closed his eyes and drew in a breath, his vocal cords rumbling with a content growl. He felt at peace for the first time in weeks. That bartender was right, that drink did help him find what he was looking for. At least in one aspect, anyway.

He eventually drifted off to sleep, smiling and unafraid of what would happen on the morrow. And in his sleep the world would shift around him…

The small dorm room expanded; twisting and warping into a small, comfy home. The overall location switched to someplace near the edge of the campus.

His clothes had also shifted. The hem of his hoodie lengthened, sleeves unfurling and settling over his arms. The material shifted from cotton to wool, the color dulling to a comforting gray as it did so. Buttons lined one of the ends of the split while the hood retracted and flattened into a nice shawl collar. Gone was a hoodie, now warped into a comfortable wool cardigan.

The undershirt he wore beneath the hoodie altered alongside it. The sleeves shortened to make it a t-shirt, the color darkened to black. Emblazoning on the shirt was a simple hexagon with triangular eyes, four rectangles beneath it that emulated teeth, and a line that floated around the top four sides of the hexagon; triangles poking out of it to replicate ears.

His pants were next with the portions below the knees magically tearing apart before stopping a little above his knee. The edges remained frayed, and the material shifted into a blue denim. A hole formed beneath the belt loop on the back, and the jeans appeared to phase through his tail in order to comfortably fit it in there. Once his tail was in, the changes to his pants were complete.

His shoes underwent more subtle shifts, having only grown in size to alleviate the discomfort while the leather deepened in color to a dark red lined with white around the sides, soles, and straps.

Deep in his sleep, the wolfman dreamed. Dreamed of a new life for himself, all of his goals fulfilled and him now helping others do the same. Dreamed of the perfect identity for himself. And dreamed of the happiest thoughts he could. With these dreams came a new name for himself…

He was now Jawbone O’Shaughnessey, and these dreams would soon be revealed to be more than just mental conjurings…

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Jawbone woke up with a start, in part thanks to the alarm clock he didn’t remember setting. He walked over to it to shut it off, quickly finding out that his vision was a lot blurrier than he recalled. He instinctively pawed the top of the dresser his alarm clock was on for a few moments, then grasped onto something.

His glasses.

“Heh, that’s new…”

Placing his glasses on his muzzle, he began to think. Come to think of it, a lot was new…

As he got up from the sofa he took a nice glance of the room he was in. Instead of a small dormitory room, it was a medium sized bedroom. It retained a fairly similar layout to his old dorm room, but with the new space came bookshelves lining the shelves (containing the many books he’s read over the years) and a few picture frames hanging from the walls (all of which had assorted images of him with students he remembered counseling).

A warmth filled his chest while he stared at the various images. All of these were of him, and they were all of the people he’s… helped…

Faces, names, voices, memories, so much flashing in his head at the sight of these pictures. It filled Jawbone with a euphoria that feels like it’s been felt a thousand times before.

“I guess those weren’t just dreams, then...”

The rest of the morning was spent preparing himself for the day and checking out what else seemed to change. Jawbone was a little surprised to find that he wasn’t in his dorms anymore, and was instead in a fully paid for house! Along with that, all of his credentials seemed to have changed to fit his new reality, and judging by his new memories he was now employed as the guidance counselor at his old college. Things had truly changed for the better!

However, he was truly able to settle into his identity at college. The students smiled as he walked past them, greeting him and giving him high-fives. He was seen as one of the most chill, kindest, helpful people in the college by-far. People entered his office to ask for help in both academic, social, and personal matters, and Jawbone seemed to have the right answer for everything.

There were times he was alone in his office waiting for a student to walk in, the man given a small moment's time to look around and think about the life he was now in. He’d pull up foreign memories, strange and crazy tales from his past, sifting through his mind to better grasp who he was now. This is his life after all, he’d like to know everything it had to offer.

The day would go on as all days would go. Helping students; chilling in his office; doing some miscellaneous paperwork. Every so often he’d stare at the nameplate on his desk and drift into happy thoughts, a feeling of reassurance of who he is settling further within him. He even started to feel like this had always been his life even if that wasn’t exactly the case. But semantics were pointless in the end because this is his life!

Eventually everything for the day would be said and done, and Jawbone would get off work with a smile. Another day fulfilled for the carewolf!

At first he had thought about driving back home and finishing up what paperwork he had left, but a thought had entered his mind while he turned the ignition.

After a minute of driving through the city streets, Jawbone’s ears perked up as he heard the music of his destination. The Oreum Sirius Nightclub: the exact place he had been the day before.

He winced as he stepped into the doors of the place. The music was a little too loud for his werewolf ears, but he would get used to it like he did back at the Black Pit. Plus his real goal was far enough from the club portion that it wouldn’t be too much of a nuisance.

His eyes drifted to the man tending to the bar. The burly guy cleaning a shot glass while looking out at the club’s crowd, awaiting a customer. The one and only Maurice.

Jawbone walked up to the bar, a coy smile on his muzzle, and let out a low growl to grab the bartender’s attention. “Yer quite the bear of a man, aren’t’cha?”

Maurice seemed a little startled about the appearance of a werewolf (something was telling Jawbone that lycanthropy wasn’t very common around these parts), but quickly regained composure in order to respond. “Flatt’ry ain’t gonna get ya’ anything free.”

“I think I already got somethin’ free yesterday…”

The sight of the bartender’s eyes was enough to prove to Jawbone that he got the guy.

“Wait- yer- woah…”

Jawbone’s smile widened even more at that reaction. The wolfman stared into Maurice’s eyes, causing the bartender to blush a little.

“I don’t know what you gave me, but it did exactly what you said it would!”

Maurice just nodded, although Jawbone could hear the man mutter something along the lines of ‘usually they never stay in this world’ under his breath. Jawbone chose not to question it though.

Jawbone placed an arm on the table and leaned over to Maurice. “How ‘bout I buy us both a drink, and we can get to know each other a little bit more…”

Maurice’s enter face flushed, the man beginning to stammer. “R-right! Ah-Ah’ll get us a menu soo we can… ord’r somethin’.”

This was going to be one hell of a night!

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skylermadness · 3 months

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A Taste of Home (Asgore TF/TG/MC)

(Original Date of Upload: January 22, 2024)

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As you can see this was meant to be a story to be released around Christmas but my brain combusted into flames around the time and so I had to put it off for multiple weeks. Still, here it is! This was actually an idea I've had in mind for a long time. Or well, the concept of an FtM Asgore TF was one anyway. FtM is already pretty underrated but FtM involving more hairy and dadly characters seems to be even more underrated in the community. So, y'know, be the change you want in the world! Plus it means I can finally take a crack at doing anything related to Asgore in general... Overall this was a pleasant story to write! I admittedly didn't have much of an idea on what to do while going into it at first, hence the post-TF was just me aimlessly writing until I could reach a satisfying conclusion in my head, but I'm still pleased with how it came out. Although I was not expecting a final word count of 5.3k but well, I guess I really got into things! Plus I get extremely anatomical with transformations these days anyway. Guess those classes I took in high school are paying off. I wish I could use some better artwork in the thumbnail though. But I dislike using fanart for thumbnails so... pixel Asgore it is. I do quite like the artwork I used as a reference though...

Being alone on the night of Christmas Eve was not really in Jade’s plans for the night. Then again having your friends cancel at the last minute is the peak of unexpected occurrences. It also didn't help that she was alone at a bar, much less one that evidently didn't seem to have anyone else around.

“Mmm, this just looks sad…” Jade muttered to herself. She had spent the past few minutes just looking down at her phone, the woman only breaking her focus on the object to glance at the bartender nearby. But she would always go back to her phone and pretend she had something to focus on.

In truth all she was doing was staring at a group chat in her messaging application and eyeing the last few messages sent. A part of her was just hoping someone would backtrack or something. Just send a ‘hey, I was wrong and can actually head down to that nightclub!’ It was clear such a thing wouldn't happen though. Being alone on Christmas Eve was definitely the worst of feelings…

“Yer doin’ alright there, ma’am?”

“AH!” Jade shrieked, startled by the sudden acknowledgement of her existence. She proceeded to spend a few seconds trying to make sure her phone didn't tumble out of her hands, all while properly making eye contact with the person who spoke to her. That person being the bartender.

“O-ough, sorry! Didn’ mean t’ startle ya like that!” the bartender attempted to reassure.

Jade blinked a few times and regained her composure. “N-no, it's alright! Just… wasn't expecting someone to talk to me is all-”

“Mmm,” the bartender nodded. Jade never realized in her glances just how much older he seemed to be. Larger body, thick beard, bald scalp.

He then continued to speak. “First off, name’s Maurice. Second, I jus’ noticed you sittin’ here for the past ten ‘r so minutes. Reeeal long time to be alone.”

“Yeeeeah,” Jade began smiling awkwardly. “Originally came here to hang out with some friends. Avoid the rush by going out on Christmas Eve and all! They all uh, canceled pretty unexpectedly though. Just me now!” a nervous laugh escaped her throat. She had really hoped to not have to recount this story to anyone tonight.

Maurice seemed to pick up on the embarrassment however and proceeded to try and switch his tone of voice to sound more caring. “Ahh, huh- apologies for makin’ ya pour all that t’ me, eheh. I should be the one here pouring stuff out!”

Jade smiled, letting out a light laugh at Maurice’s joke. “It happens, I guess. Just a little bit annoying and all to have it happen, y'know?”

“Mmm, yep,” Maurice nodded, “But ey, at least ya got out? People ‘ere love t’ walk in the wint’r or somethin’.”

“Eh, personally I'd rather not have to go out in the freezing cold if I don't have to. Then again I probably will have to in a few minutes so I can get home…”

“Doesn’ have t’ be freezin’,” Maurice responded. “I have a nice Christmas menu lined up! Was hopin’ to test a few on some people tonight, but well… gettin’ some perspective on at least one ‘s fine.”

Jade raised a brow. “Christmas-themed drink menu, huh?”

Maurice had swiftly plunged a hand beneath the table and pulled out an ornately decorated, albeit small, menu card. “Yerp! Warm drinks n’ all! Might help those muscles of yours keep from frostbitin’ over!”

Jade playfully rolled her eyes at the frostbite statement. “Fine, fine. I'll take a lot at it, see if anything interests me.”

Maurice slid the menu over to her and Jade picked it up. It was a piece of paper with a fairly Christmassy design embedded within. Mistletoe outlining it, the top middle portion adorned with bells. In the background of the menu section itself was a Christmas tree. The menu itself seemed to just be titled ‘Maurice’s Festive Picks!’ though, subtitled with a statement saying you'll never feel lonely with one in your system.

“Quite on the nose for my problems, huh?” she muttered to herself.

Her eyes then finally lay onto the actual items on the menu. It was a fairly small selection of drinks, six to be exact, all with fairly interesting names to say the least. The Polar Express, Fireplace Frappé, Holiday Spirits, Sweet Snowy Success… Cookie ‘Nog?

“Hmph, this makes me wonder what even makes a place be considered a bar anymore,” Jade joked. “Not a lot of this seems alcoholic actually.”

“Eh, could put some in one for ya’ if you need,” Maurice offered.

“Dear God no, getting home drunk alone has never been an easy feat for me-” Jade responded, remembering a fairly embarrassing time she woke up with a hangover in the middle of a park. “All of these do sound rather nice though…”

“Any in particul’r catch yer eye? ”

“Hmm…” Jade started to stare at the ingredient listing and pricing. Everything did seem pretty good, although she was worried that the content of the Polar Express or Sweet Snowy Success didn't really fall under warm drinks. And the idea of a Fireplace Frappé came off as mildly oxymoronic.

After a few more seconds her eyes laid on the last item on the list. A Taste of Home, listed as a nice warm hot cocoa spiced with cinnamon and laced with butterscotch. On the surface it seemed like a bit of an overload of sugar overloaded, but she didn't mind too much. It sounded like it would taste rather good, and give her a kick of warmth while at it.

“A Taste of Home seems like a good choice!” Jade said, handing the menu back to Maurice before turning to go into her purse to pay.

The older man nodded. “Perfect! Bet with one of those you’ll be feelin’ warm n’ cuddly in no time!”

“Cuddly?” Jade inquired as she took out her wallet. Maurice just looked at her with a knowing smirk though.

What a strange, strange man he was…

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The door creaked open, a hand slipping through its opening to pat the wall a bit before touching the lightswitch and flicking it up. The entryway then fully opened with Jade properly stepping through it, twenty-five percent full pint glass in her hand.

“Surprised he agreed to letting me keep the glass…” she commented as she walked towards the island in her apartment’s kitchen and set it down.

As she took off her coat, Jade’s mind wandered a bit. She was still fixated on that strange bartender down at Oreum Sirius. The man got real cryptic when it came to her drink order, it was a bit disconcerting. At the very least the drink tasted good. Real good actually. It wasn't sugar-hopped as she was expecting it to be. Just some hot cocoa with extra flavor. Definitely did its job in giving her body some warmth on her way home.

With her coat hung up and her purse thrown somewhere on the coach, Jade headed back to the kitchen to pick up the glass before returning to the couch to take a seat. Laying into it she let out a relaxed sigh, smiling. A random thought crossed her mind that made her laugh a bit. “If that bartender were any older he'd probably make a good Santa look-alike…”

She then downed the last of her drink, savoring the beautiful taste it possessed. Although truthfully it felt like as the last bit of the beverage cascaded into her mouth there was a certain layer of nostalgia to it she couldn't pinpoint.

Glass now empty, she leaned forward and placed it onto the small table in front of the coach. For a few seconds she felt pretty fine… and then in one sudden wave her brain started to feel strange. Fuzzy.

“W-woah…”

A warmth began to course throughout her body. One that felt nice, welcoming. A feeling that steadily dispersed throughout her form. A feeling that also came with something a bit extra. And that something was beginning to form in her hands…

It started with what seemed to be a steady growth in size forming within Jade’s hands. Slowly each of her fingers were on their way to getting thicker and even a little longer. A bluntness was seemingly forming within the tip of each finger as well, her nails undergoing an opposite change as they instead were sharpening. Her hands themselves weren't unscathed from the size growth either as they were being stretched wider while a level of bulky meatiness was filling them up. This wasn't even a miniscule change either as after a while her hand went from its default size, to one-point-five times its size, to almost double it. Just swelling into a strong, firm level of thickness.

Size wasn't the only thing that was growing however as another layer of changes was seemingly being introduced alongside it. Budding out of his skin was soft white hairs. A few at first, but it was evident they were quick in spreading across both appendages. Sheets of white fuzz just absolutely overtaking each hand in the pursuit of coating the backs and sides. Furthermore her palms were in the process of bulging a little as a layer of soft yet firm padding was seemingly being added to them. This was a stark contrast to the slightly rougher texturing they were garnering. They had also seemingly been altering in pigmentation with a whiteness forming into them that was similar in tone to her growing pelage of fur.

The gaining of fur also wasn't stopping at her hands nor did it take long for it to move onto her wrists, now disappearing under the long sleeves of her sweater. But this hiddenness of her changes was only momentarily as the furry pelt layered onto her arms. Size was quick to accumulate within each limb as both her skeletal and muscular structures were being shifted, immense amounts of thickness yet again being applied to her form. This was rather prominent when it came to her muscles as they were developing drastically as if years of working out were being applied to her in mere moments.

The sleeves of Jade’s sweater would very quickly begin to attempt to contain her increasing mass, although it would seemingly appear to not be enough. Slowly they would move up her forearms as her arms in general were lengthening. The now thickening size of the region made her sleeve’s journal increasingly more taxing on the material as well. Something that grew more prominent as her muscle mass increased more and more, the region of her upper arm not unscathed thanks to her bulging biceps and densifying triceps. In the end it wouldn't be very long until the more flimsy material of her clothing started to split apart over her arms, white fuzz poking through various holes her muscles had tore open just by existing. After all, if her hands were twice the size that they were before then her arms would have to bulk up to compensate. Although it would be noticeable that through a few of the tears in her sweater it could be seen that sprinkles of almost golden fur had made their way across the back of arms. That sparse gold would only continue to form as fur made its way up each limb.

More splits in sweater fabric occurred as her deltoids got more developed, shoulders not in the process of broadening as a low pressure emerged in her collarbone. This soon prompted her body to begin to widen. Although it would seem that her upper limbs hadn't been the only portion of her body that had been changing all that time. At least judging by what had been appearing on her face, anyway.

The changes in this case seemed to be almost more gradual for Jade. Low amounts of golden fuzz lining their way across her jaw and above her upper lip. An equally as golden hue entering the tips of her hair as it seemed to have lengthened by a few quarters of an inch. There were a set of weirder changes however. A dull pressure building up at the top of her skull as a sharp and bony growth started to bulge on each side, even seemingly to already be beginning to extend some more to form what was only a small pair of horns on her head. Meanwhile a small amount of white fuzz was making its way onto the edges of her ears and seeming to prompt a slight growth in her lobes, one that looked almost a little floppy in appearance.

At this point though the woman had been left… unaware? That wouldn't be the right phrasing. Her brain was blocking out the feeling that anything was fully different. With the exception of occasional tinges that something was off she was just unable to comprehend that anything was fully changed about her body for very long.

That didn't stop her from raising up a hand and casually trying to move a bit of her hair out of her general eyesight however. An almost tangible glint of differing discolorations formed in both her irises as she did so. Meanwhile within her mouth she could still taste that drink from earlier, the mixture of cinnamon and butterscotch flavors that were in it seemingly oddly intense despite the fact she finished the beverage just minutes ago. Just a strong sensation of taste (and smell, weirdly) overwhelming two of her senses. And all of it was accompanied with this feeling of nostalgia that, at least for the time being, she hadn't fully connected mentally yet.

“Urgh, what's this… feeling I'm having…?” she asks herself, the rolling fog in her mind just leaving her confused. Even more when the sound of the second half of that statement hit her ears. Even in her haze she could just momentarily register the differences in the two halves of the question. As if her voice had moved a little deeper halfway through it. Jade just sits back and groans, voice continuing to sound deeper as she did so.

By this point the more overt changes in her physicality had been making their way to her torso. Waves of white fur spilled across her chest from their originally isolated positioning in her arms, the pelage now making its way to meet at the middle of her chest and back before it would eventually descend down the rest of her torso. And much like with what had happened in her arms the fur growth wasn’t the only change happening to her main body. As the fur had run across her chest, the fat within her breasts began to steadily melt away and cause them to undergo a process of shrinking in size. But it was already becoming evident that the size change wasn't a negative net amount as while her chest had shrunk her pectoral muscles grew and developed. Meaty slabs were pushing their way out of her chest, a firmness etching into the region as her upper body strength was improving.

The shift from fat to muscle almost gave the impression that her breasts were hardening into the pecs, although it wouldn't take long before it was getting proven that perfectly cut muscularity wasn't what she was getting granted. Especially with a significant amount of fatty tissue still remaining on her chest, melting and reshaping itself into a different form that evenly spread itself across her now thicker chest. Softness was still evident in the woman’s chest with the appearance now much flatter, flabbier. Something that was proven by the way her larger size was getting indented into her sweater. A rip had now slowly begun to form from the sweater’s neck, running down the middle of it as her increase in girth was getting more known. And as it got closer to her chest and closer to her cleavage, it started to show that a tuft of golden hairs had formed between her chunky pecs. And while it wasn't fully tangible, yellowish fuzz had been dusting its way across the front of her body as the white fur grew in prominence more.

That hadn't been the only thing happening to her torso either. Just as her chest was morphing, so was her abdominal region. A low gurgle entering her stomach as a feeling of bloating entered her. With some musculature had began to make its way into that region, abdominal muscles slowly ripping outwards for a time, it was already evident that the transformation to this region was going to be more than that as any tangible muscle was smoothed out and her abdomen started to expand forwards. It was instantly clear that fat was formulating within her belly, it moving forwards more and more as each second passed. The hem of her sweater was pushed upwards as the size of her stomach got larger, unveiling the white fluff that was rushing down her gut while golden fuzz trailed down her midline.

Jade’s abdomen would only continue to churn and swell for some time as her gain in weight was proving to be sizable. Especially if her larger arms had been any indicator, whatever she was becoming was meant to be substantial in its size. So it was only natural that the amount of fat she was attaining within her stomach was going to be equal to that. Her sweater’s hem moved well above her belly button and only inched further upwards as her size had increased. Bits of fur poked out from rips forming within the material as it continuously failed to fit her fatter body. And soon enough, after about a minute, it would just get forced upwards as her gut made one final push forward and slightly spilled over the waistline of her pants.

“O-oh gosh, that feels nice…” Jade stated in absolute bliss. Her voice seemed to continue to deepen, a more masculine and older tone being embedded into it with each word she spoke. Her neck had also widened a bit while the internal workings of her vocal cords had shifted. Such an intricate change had left her voice becoming more than just wisened, an accent almost beginning to creep into it as well.

With everything else about her changing, the transformation to her face had progressed even more. The golden fuzz that lined her jaw was becoming a little more plentiful and thicker, as was the bit edging the ends of her mouth, with what could only be a beard now forming on her face. Bits of gold continued to run up her hair as well as a significant portion of the hair on the back of her head was extending while almost thickening in its density and seemingly becoming almost fluffy in its appearance and feel. Meanwhile atop her head a divide formed in the middle of her hair and started causing a significant amount of strands to cascade down her forehead in a direction opposite to the split. All the while the newly formed horns on her head continued to grow in an upwards slant. She could also feel her now much fluffier ears folding and drooping as their size seemed to lengthen over the course of the changes, both already seemingly halfway down the ends of her head and still extending.

Perhaps the weirdest change that was happening now was what was happening to her face. The lower half seemingly began to push out a little as white fuzz was poking out evenly and symmetrically around it. Almost like the beginnings of some kind of muzzle, especially judging by the pressure she could feel from the beginnings of her skull restructuring.

Despite it all though, Jade looked to be oddly content. She just looked down at her belly and gave it a nice pat, chuckling as she seemed to enjoy the nice warm feel of the fat she had gotten. Her mind was registering it all as being a part of her. Like she'd been like this for a long time… a very long time actually. Concepts of her body and age were now distorting in her mind as she thought about everything more and more. It didn't help that she couldn't get the taste of that drink out of her mouth, the nostalgia of it feeling just as overwhelming as everything else. Mental connections had still remained dashed however, her memories seemingly still in the process of adjusting and reformatting for this severely different identity she had been getting.

Still, she leans forward a bit as she tries to readjust herself on the couch. Her mind was still flip flopping between just how used to the weight she had really been, but it was evident the seat she had taken hadn't caught the memo yet. “Urgh, I swear everything felt… fitting earlier,” she muttered in mild discontent, feeling her clothing continue to tear as she moved around. It also didn't help that she felt like her own innards were practically being rearranged beneath all that fat…

Of course, among the clothing that was in the process of losing its ability to fit her, was her pants. A pair of standard blue jeans that were only equipped to handle her average size. But considering the button had already snapped off thanks to the pressure of the weight of her now much fatter gut on it, and now the increasing pressure across her legs as the changes reached the lower half of her body, it wouldn’t be long until her pants would be split apart.

With much of the fat having accumulated around her belly it was clear that adjacent regions would accumulate substantial sizes as well. This was most evident around her thighs, muscle mass growing in her hamstrings and quads before fat quickly spread across them. This had caused the diameter of her legs to practically double in size, the sheer amount of mass each limb was getting forcing them to press up against the denim of her pants. The seams that held the edges together were quickly becoming undone as tufts of white fur (with gold sprinkled in) poked out from the tears. All the while a tinge of pressure pulled at the base of her spine, a feeling that was quickly followed by a bulge in the seat of her pants. This bulge was caused by a new growth: a small nub of a tail that was quickly growing amounts of fluff across it.

At the exact same time as the upper half of her legs, the lower half of them were being affected as well. Splits in her jeans forming more and more as her calves ballooned back with muscle and fat as well. All the while fur had covered them, a sea of white with gold speckling itself at random. The bottoms of each pant leg had also seemingly begun to rise up her legs as the bones lengthened, Jade’s height altering throughout her form to fit the shape and proportions of her drastically different form. Taller, larger, thicker, wider, everything about her physicality and size had been significantly overwritten.

Soon enough all that would remain of her lower half were her feet, and even then those didn't remain unchanged for much longer. The toecaps of her shoes already began to bulge a little with five bumps indenting into the material of each sboe. These bumps then proceeded to move and merged. Five became four, and those four quickly became three, and as the bumps merged they only seemed to get larger in size during the process. The source of all of this had obviously been her shifting toes, now changed to three chunky toes that had quickly been overtaken with fur. Her toenails had also begun to poke at the material of her shoes as well as they were in the process of sharpening, now protruding from each toe in a claw-like manner. The lining holding the top of her shoe together with its sole steadily began to split as the bottoms of her feet swelled with rough paw pads. All the while the rest of her footwear was put to its limit by the increasing length, width, and just overall size of her feet. And their limit was truly tested as her feet continued to grow and grow to meet with the proportions of the remainder of her body. More and more of her shoes got rended such as the backs snapping off against the pressure of her heels, or the top portion getting split in half with the strings tearing apart against the new width. Then, after a few seconds longer, her shoes exploded at the front with the rest of them blasting apart shortly after. Her feet had finished changing and were now practically doubled in size, covered in white fur (with bits of gold sprinkled on the top), and would probably now be more accurately described as paws.

“Golly, I never did well with footwear!” she had exclaimed at the mere sound of her shoes being burst. The sound of her voice was seemingly settling at this point as well: clearly more suited for an older male with a tone that sounded so warm and inviting. This had been coupled with the settling of an accent, seemingly tinted with a Southern feel now that fit with the vernacular she had adopted. By this point it had all been because her neck had finished widening, fur having quickly consumed it.

Her own mental state was also still continuously changing. The constant wave of acceptance that this was her body, that it feels like this has always been her body, it was oddly appealing. So much so that by the time her brain tingled and the feeling of something more elaborate began to occur, she had no real resistance to it. That's when a new identity started to take hold in her, shifting everything about her perspective about herself. Name, gender, his very life.

It was now that the remainder of his facial changes had solidified. The golden hairs of his beard continue to grow out causing it to become much thicker and longer to the point it hangs off his face and covers his neck a bit. All the while his beard looked to maintain a well-kempt appearance during its growth. Golden fuzz continued to trail up the sides of his head as well, connecting with forming sideburns that had become visible by this point. This wasn't the only portion of hair on his face that was getting a brighter color either as his eyebrows garnered the same gold, all while becoming thicker in size.

The rest of his hair had also gained that same gold coloration as it had finished rising up the follicles and brightened the roots. Much of his hair easily cascaded down the back of his head, significantly dense and fluffy with length that flowed down to his shoulders. It wasn't fully straight either, his hair having adopted a look that could best be described as a gracefully disheveled mane, an appearance to showcase just how fluffy it had become. The hair at the apex of his head hadn't been left unchanged either as a pair of bangs now hung down his forehead at opposing sides, their own appearance straighter in comparison to the rest of his hair.

The rest of the changes to his head were coming to a close by this time. The horns had extended to a sizable length, seeming to curve backwards a bit now while getting a defined point to the ends of them. His now floppier ears had finished dropping downwards, their own length reaching his shoulders as well while their appearance had garnered a roundness towards the ends of them. But perhaps the most drastic change came to his face itself as it had continued pushing out, skull structure continuing to shift into becoming something a little more animalistic. It had grown larger to fit his new size and became wider as well, and as it pushed out his jawline seemed to shift beneath his beard to become a little more chiseled.

As his muzzle had continued to form his nose had shifted into his face a bit, nostrils turning upwards until they could be visible on the muzzle’s tip while the bridge of his nose was widened in the process. All while a certain roundness was given the muzzle’s frontward appearance. A solid mix of human and animal features. The last change in his muzzle came with his mouth, his upper lip more specifically, as two portions towards the end that would align with his upper canines seemed to sharpen downwards by a little bit.

The changes in the irises of his eyes had settled as well, the right one gaining a light blue color while the left one became orange. At the same time his new identity seemed to lay itself clearly and easily within his mind, the name Asgore Dreemurr practically fading into prominence. Such a drastic change in mental status had practically been overwritten, replacing his old self with little spectacularity. Not just in regards to identity, but personality, memories, connections as well.

Such shifts in mentality had easily allowed a menagerie of changes to flow into reality itself. Changes flowing within his home as a simple apartment was overhauled into something much different, more accommodating for the person he had become. This had also meant that his clothing wouldn't be left in disrepair for much longer as it too was swept up in the changes.

The rips and tears that had formed across his sweater restitched themselves. One of the exceptions to this was the tear that had run down the middle of it, which would instead continue forming downwards as the signs of being torn were cleared away in order to make it a shirt split. As this happened buttons and eyelets formed alongside the split while the overall size of the article of clothing started to enlarge to better fit his form. This would allow the two halves of the shirt to reach over his belly and fasten itself shut, which it would continually do so until stopping roughly halfway up his chest. Meanwhile the neck of the shirt was extending, blooming upwards a bit before folding down and making it a proper shirt collar.

All while this happened the color of his shirt was shifting to a gentle pink while the actual material was getting thinner, becoming less akin to what would make a sweater and leaning more towards the composition of a standard shirt. Blotches of white faded into the material as well, quick to gain a consistent shape of what seemed to be four-petalled flowers. The final adjustment came to the sleeves, routinely unthreading themselves until the length of them only went a little above his elbows. And in regards to the remainder of his clothing it had been a more simple job as his jeans seemed to just repair themselves while also enlarging to fit his thicker leg size. A small hole also formed in the back of them below the belt loop, allowing his tail to properly poke through with ease. The only piece of clothing that wouldn't be shifted in the transition was his footwear which would instead just dematerialize as the reality around him was changed.

The alterations in the surrounding reality were a lot more drastic. What had once been a simple apartment was expanding with rooms separating from each other and the overall layout being shuffled and changed. The room Asgore had been in was divided from the kitchen and entrance, the room itself being retooled into a fairly standard living room. The remainder of the now former-apartment would also end up getting renovated into full-on housing as well; warm, well-furnished, and much more familiar to the fully transformed goat monster.

Not like he would notice though. Asgore blinked his eyes a few times and looked around, the haze in his brain steadily dissipating as he was now coming too. “Uhh, mmm, what was I… doing…?”

He rubbed the side of his head in thought, attempting to recall what exactly had happened in the past few hours. There were glimpses of someplace else, someone else, but they were practically less than a second long and he could barely piece them together. Although as he looked around the room he did end up laying eyes on an empty cup that was on the table in front of him. The strange smell of cinnamon and butterscotch was still emanating from it. Nostalgia was hitting him (again?) from that, his cheeks flushing beneath the fur from that.

“A-ah! I had drunk that, hadn't I?” Asgore had seemed to ask himself with genuine levels of questioning. He hadn't remembered anything about doing that, nor does he really recall how he even got it in the first place. He can recall the taste though, almost like one of Tori’s pies… albeit an imperfect imitation, but a good one nonetheless.

With a nervous smile Asgore comes to some level of resolve. “Must've been a bit strong, huh…?”

With at least a viable theory in mind he let out a deep sigh and sunk into the couch a little, gently rubbing his belly as he did. He had a feeling that he wasn't really going to get a full answer as to what happened, but it didn't seem like anything all that bad had happened. Truthfully he felt a bit content at all of this, whatever this was. So he presumed that was some kind of positive at the very least!

With those thoughts in his mind he would continue to rub his tummy, leaning back in his seat and smiling. A wave of tiredness had entered him at this point and he wasn't going to give it an ounce of resistance…

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