mrtboy

(Pokemon TF, People to Eeveelutions) There were ten of them, a group of friends who’d taken the bus from college to the local mall. They’d planned to make a social trip of it: some shopping, some snacks, maybe even a trip to the mall’s bowling alley. It all changed with a single word, one nonsensical word with the most intense consequences of their lives. “Hippowdon!” It came from a woman so obese that they were amazed she was able to walk on her two legs, let alone stuff herself into some yoga addict’s tight clothes. Any thoughts of humor soon turned to horror as her mouth opened wide, wider than should have been possible. The stranger grabbed Julia by her shoulders, spittle flying from her mouth as she cried out that word again. “Hippowdon!” It was like the force of the cry was enough to blast the humanity from Julia’s face, purple fur rippling out from her nose back towards her stretching ears. Her legs kicked as they lifted from the floor, her shrinking body trapped in the

(F to Lickitung, F to Miltank, Various M and F to Pokemon) “Pikachu!” Had it been any other day, Mary might have had her headphones in, and she might have missed that fateful sound. It wasn’t the first cry of what would be known as one of the most infectious diseases in a fading human history; but it was the first she’d heard. Nobody knew at the time, but that was all it took. Just hearing a victim say the name of their own species was enough to bring about a similar change to everyone nearby. As a result, by the time Mary turned to the source, an unnatural sweat had already begun to dew at her skin. “Chu, Pikachu!” Another girl was sprinting onto the campus’s quad, a stagger in her every step as one of her legs shrank faster than the other. Her body dwindled in size with each step, stretching feet falling out of their shoes, shirt hanging over a yellow-furred chest. Mary watched in stunned disbelief as a heart-tipped tail burst from behind her waistband, snared securely to the