100 Deviation TF-a-thon
(5/1/09)

|Day 1|
The red head turns to her partner, “Doc, I can’t believe this whole stadium sized testing center came from a capsule.”

Doc looks to the various flashing lights and readouts while running a hand through his blond hair starting to turn gray, “Indeed. However you heard Uncle Ben, Dr. Hagen Daas called in a favor from Dr. Bulma Briefs for this capsule which comes with the vast array of plumbing, electrical, and secur –“

The door opens and the gray haired man with a ponytail wearing a business suit struts into the room, “Soooo, are we all ready?”

“Sir? I mean, Uncle Ben? I cannot condone this plan,” Doc says one more time hoping to convince his boss.

Uncle Ben turns to the red head, “Tracey, do you feel the same way?”

“Of course. This makes no sense in any sense, not even in a business sense.”

The boss smiles mysteriously, “If you build it, they will come.”

Tracey smacks her forehead, “But you didn’t build it.” She stops herself and begins shaking her head slowly at the loco in front of her, “Yes. Fine. Everything’s ready.”

“Great!” He turns and starts to exit, “Now to find some volunteers …” The door closes.

Tracey collapses into a pile with her head in her arms, “I can’t believe he’s transforming people for free …” Doc looks over and puts a comforting hand on her shoulder. She looks at him and smiles.

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After riding an elevator down, Uncle Ben steps into the empty transformation chamber. The place echoes with each step. It is a simple circular room that takes up almost all of the stadium sized structure. The walls are made of some super strong metal that he can’t remember. He pushes the only button in the room which opens the telescoping roof. The rest of the controls are up with Doc and Tracey.

He adjusts the numbered pills in the four groups into numerical order. He separates the purple and orange pills. He puts out some of the multitude of white pills with the rest. He fingers the drawer on the table but doesn’t open it. He smiles as he lightly pats it.

Preparations complete, he looks up to the window where his associates are and speaks into the microphone and cord sticking up out of the floor, “Do either of you want to be first?”

Both shake their heads, but Tracey is the one to speak, “Are you nuts?” She stops and takes a deep breath. “I mean, I think I’ll pass. I’m going to need these hands to help Doc work the controls. If either of us got changed it would be a burden on the other.”

Uncle Ben nods. “I see. Well then, there’s only one thing left to do …” He pulls out his cell phone and hits a single button and then send. “Driver, bring Ernest here. Tell him the rates are the same.”

He closes the phone with a snap. This is followed by the whirrrr of the automatic doors across the massive room opening. “Benny!” He cringes at the name as the purple and blond blur streaks toward him.

His arms are crushed to his sides in a bear hug, but he doesn’t mind so much as her head is on his shoulder. Her fragrance is intoxicating. “Vivian,” he manages to drunkenly croak out, “it’s a pleasure to see you. What brings you here?”

“Well, I was thinking of you and heard you built this,” she says flipping her long, blond hair, “And I decided to see what you are up to. Sooooo, What are you doing?”

“Funny you should ask, I’m transforming people with these pills. Would you like to be first?”

Her eyes light up, “Can I be a fox girl?”

“Possibly.”

She pouts a little, “Possibly?”

“Dr. Hagen Daas didn’t say which pill does what, but I think Anthro Fox is in this group. He slides a group of pills that look exactly the same except for yellow numbers on them.” You’ll need to take one of these, some of the purples and oranges, and as many whites as you want.”

She eyes her favorite color and goes for it. She snatches a number, scoops up three purples, and passes on the whites. She swallows them one at a time with help from the cups of drink nearby. At first nothing happens. “Are you sure that these work?”

“Absolutely.” That’s when it starts. Black hair grows on her face like a beard. She rubs her face absentmindedly as she waits for the change to start. After it finishes the majority of her face, he sees the fur continue downward. In turn her clothes bulge out as the new hair advances. Up top, her golden locks darken to match the rest of her except for one patch. Seeing her hair finish changing, he looks down to and sees the dark head up her arm that is touching her face. Her hand begins to change. Her fingers shrink and swell and round until her hand looks more animal than human.

Something about her looks familiar. I should know this transformation. Then things seem to stop happening. That is until he notices a bushy black tail rising up behind her. “What is it, Benny? You look surprised.”

He watches the black fur change her legs and start on her feet. “You are almost done changing, Dear.”

“I am? Did I become a sexy fox girrr –“ She stops as she spots the black hair on her paw. He looks up from her face to see that the untouched patch had lightened while he was looking elsewhere to become a white stripe. He watches her panic for a moment and then glare at him. She turns an abrupt 180, and he smiles as he gets a panty shot. But the smile quick turns to a cringe as he realizes what’s coming.

Sure enough she blasts him. He tries to breathe as she heads for the door, “Vivi, wait! It only lasts a couple of days …” And then she is gone. Uncle Ben takes a breath and realizes that the smell isn’t so bad. He is covered in her perfume. He smiles dreamily.

“So, normal rates, right?” The voice breaks Uncle Ben out of his revelry. He looks up to see a lanky young man in a polo and jeans.

“Ah Ernest! Welcome. Yes, normal rates.” Uncle Ben waves him over. The brown haired college boy crosses the distance.

“So, what are you going to do to me today?”

“Well, you are one of my test subjects for these pills for the TF-a-thon I’m doing. Any requests?”

“Pshaw. Naw, just do whatever. I get paid no matter what.”

Uncle Ben slides the pills with the black numbers forward. Ernest picks one up adds a pair of oranges, and five whites. He tosses them all in his mouth and swallows them with a gulp.

At once the young man starts shrinking before his eyes. Once he reaches about as tall as Uncle Ben’s waist he stops and starts getting bigger. The now brown haired boy’s jeans slide down his legs which is a good thing considering his legs and rear would destroy them had they been on. And then Ben sees something he has never seen before. Each of the boy’s legs split apart and become another leg. Once released, his hind region springs forth. Suddenly he looks like a centaur boy. The hair covers his flanks quickly and completes the look. The tail follows shortly after.

And then it begins again. Ernest looks about as he realizes he is getting smaller again. His four feet become hooves. His brown hair lengthens. Uncle Ben realizes that the face is changing too. But Ernest is down below his knee so it is hard to see what is changing except for one thing. A golden horn grows out of the bangs on his forehead.

And then a high pitched childish wail fills the room. Uncle Ben grimaces and with a locked, straight armed lift of a reluctant parent, he lifts the unicorn-taur boy up to discover that Ernest is no longer a he but a she. She is a baby girl centaur-unicorn.

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Doc and Tracey are still chuckling when their door opens. Uncle Ben holds out the baby at arm’s length, “Tracey, you’re the woman here. She’s yours.” Uncle Ben drops Ernest in her lap and leaves before she can protest.

The baby begins to sniffle in preparation to cry again, “Great.” She turns to her partner, “Like I know any better how to deal with this.” Instinctively she draws the creature into her arms, and it snuggles in.

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Uncle Ben returns to the floor and replaces the pills that were used. He opens the drawer and pulls out a notebook. “Let’s see. Vivian picked … I don’t remember. And Ernest chose … I’m going to have to pay more attention if I’m going figure out which ones are which.”  He sets the notebook down and waits for the next customer.

He doesn’t have to wait long. A scratching on the roof causes him to depress the button. A dragon descends with a shadowy figure on its back. Upon landing in front of him, the man in black slides off and approaches him. The black mask with red stripes looks up at the window above.

Uncle Ben follows his gaze. Tracey releases Doc with a nervous smile, and her pointing finger at the dragon becomes a weak attempt at a friendly wave. Suddenly something in her lap calls her attention, and she looks down.

Uncle Ben does the same. As he does, the man in black looks into his eyes. At least Uncle Ben thinks so, but it’s hard to tell. “Welcome to Uncle Ben’s TF-a-thon!” Uncle Ben looks to the pills in front of him. “I’m Uncle Ben.” The business man offers his hand.

The dragon rider slides his hand forward and tightly grips the hand, “Dark Master. Mask.”

“I can see that.” He says not sure if the volunteer is referring to his face wear or transportation. “What would you like to become? The pills aren’t labeled so there’s no way to be sure …”

“It really doesn’t matter.” A random snort from the beast interrupts him.

“Very well.” The gray haired man pushes all twenty pills forward. He watches carefully as Dark Master picks a Black number 3 to match his outfit. The pill is replaced as the group retreats to their original positions. Two piles of pills or orange and purple slide forward. He adds two purples to the solitary pill. Upon returning the two small hills and advancing the huge pile of whites, the masked man takes three whites.

Uncle Ben offers the man a small cup of water, “No thanks. I have my own.” With a gesture after the six pills are in mouth, liquid trickles off his finger into his mouth. With a gulp, the wait begins.

RRRRIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP!

The black clothes instantly shred. Uncle Ben ducks as the mask flies at his face. Pulling himself upright, he looks at his volunteer. Where black was before, living green is now. Ben is surprised the change would be so fast.

“His magic must have triggered the science in the pills.” Red around the head draws the gray man back. Dark Master is now covered from hair to foot with green stems and plant matter. The only visible human like parts of him are his eyes surrounded by green skin and green arms and legs. His hands are giant leaves that reach to his forearms. His ankles and feet have turned brown and his toes are beginning to stretch out and have a root like quality to them. Points begin to extend from all over his body. Finally Ben looks back up to the red. Rose petals surround his face.

Startled, the business man chokes out, “You’re. You’re a plant guy.”

Drip.Drip.Drip. This former hand continues to leak fluid. “I guess since you can’t turn off the water works, you’ll be a well taken care of plant. … person.

The dragon growls and takes its master in its mouth. He is dropped in a pained roar. He is then picked up by the talons and carried up and out of the changing area.

Uncle Ben closes the top, and Tracey bursts out laughing over the intercom. “Ha! HA! HA! About time that dragon got a taste of his own medicine! Get it? Taste? The thorns got him in the mouth! In the Race he had me in his …”

“Tracey, he wasn’t there with us in the race. He doesn’t get it.”

“Oh,” Tracey returns to normal, “Well, I thought it was funny.”

Doc whispers quietly to her, “So did I.”

“Tracey, you must keep a more professional attitude during this,” Uncle Ben chastises her.

“Yes, Sir. I mean Uncle Ben.”

Swish. The automatic doors open. All heads turn to the new entrant. She is a lovely lady wearing black clothes matching her shoulder length hair. The most striking feature of this fair skinned beauty is her dazzling green eyes.

“Hu. Hi! Welcome to Uncle Ben’s … my Tf-a-thon,” he stutters. “I’m Uncle Ben.” He extends his hand. “Heh. I already said that.”

In a smooth, sultry voice, “Thank you.”

“Uh! Wha! What would you like to be transformed into?”

“I’d prefer to become an anthro cow.”

Uncle Ben gives her a once over, “I bet you’d look quite lovely like that.” They stand there in silence for a moment. “OH! Right! You need to pick a pill.” She looks at his questioning. “We don’t know which one is which. Well, we know what Black 3 … Oh! Right!” He slides five pills forward with the numbers one to five in Red writing. “Your pill is one of …”

She cuts him off by picking number 3. He returns, replaces, and reveals the purples and oranges. “You need to take at least one of these. We aren’t sure, but the directions said …” She takes 13 purples and 7 oranges. He lifts his jaw off the table. Silently he pushes the whites forward. Almost like a challenge she takes 21 of those. He offers her several miniature cups to help her swallow the 42 pills.

When the deed is done, they wait. Nothing seems to happen. Then her face starts to grimace in concentration. Perspiration beads on her forehead. Then her face twitches slightly. “I’m sorry. I forgot this was about the transformation.” The changes start at once. Her webbed fingers wipe away the sweat that instantly absorbs back into her skin.

She stands a little straighter and her legs adjust their stance from shoulder width to side by side. A steady ripping sound is coming from somewhere but is not visible. Her flagpole straight posture begins to bend. She leans back farther and farther until she is parallel to the floor. “How? How are you doing that?”

She smiles mysteriously, “That’s my little secret.” And then as if that was the cue, she flops onto the ground on her back. Uncle Ben takes a concerned step forward, but she stops him with a hand. “I’m almost done.” She uses her shoes to kick off her boots. The ripping stops, and her feet begin to change color.

Her eyes go wide with surprise, “What’s this?” And then after a pause, “I didn’t expect this.” Her colored feet pull up into her pant legs. Her black tank top begins to grow and become baggy. Her dark hair lengthens down her back. Her face becomes smaller. Ben watches as she becomes a child. With a flip of her legs her black pants or what’s left of them fly up into the air, and he sees where the rip sound was coming from. The inside seam is no more. He glances down to see a fish tail where her feet should be.

“We have a mermaid! Code … uhhhh … Code! Mermaid!”

Water fills the chamber soaking his penny loafers and socks. Once it reaches his shins, a large hole in the center opens. The child mermaid plays and frolics in the whirlpool and heads toward the drain. She happily disappears with the water and the cover closes returning the room to its original if not more damp state.

Breathlessly he asks them, “Where? Where did you send her?”

Doc answers back, “I believe that button drains to the lagoon on your private island.”

“Good. Thanks.”

“How? How could that small capsule make and place a pipe all the way to your island?” Tracey is cut off by the automatic doors opening again. “Oh look, another person wearing black. What do you want to bet he picks the number three like the last two?” Uncle looks up at her sharply. She stops realizing the customer can hear her. “I’m sorry,” she squeaks out.

The black haired volunteer looks up at her, “That’s fine.”

Uncle Ben tries to get this back on track, “Welcome to Uncle Ben’s TF-a-thon! I’m your host.” He sends his hand out.

The young man joins it with a black braceleted hand and shakes, “I’m Nate Smith.” He looks at the businessman under and through his hair, “What do I have to do?”

“Well, first you need to tell me what you want to become. We have four categories Dragons, Anthro wild animals like wolf or fox, Anthro pet animals like cat or dog, and other that doesn’t fit into the other three groups.”

“Hmmmm, I can’t decide.”

“Very well.” He slides all 20 pills forward. “Please choose one of these.”

The young man looks over them carefully. Finally, he reaches and picks the number 3 pill in yellow writing. The oranges and purples are offered. He takes 4 of each. The monolith of whites is placed before him. The young man takes handful after handful. He stops at 69. Uncle Ben gestures to the pile of dixie cups to help swallow the 74 pills.

Once the last pill is taken, his face begins to darken. Uncle Ben wonders about this until Nate tucks some black hair behind his ear. Then he sees why the face was dark. It is now covered with black fur. Just. Like. Vivian.

Sure enough, the black fur advances on the boy’s body covering him head to toe. White the furry tail springs forth, the white stripe runs from head to tail. The hands adjust to paws. And there he stands as a Skunk boy. Uncle Ben gets an idea, “Ummm, Nate, could you do me a favor?”

“What do you have in mind?” The boy starts to grow more muscular.

“Well, my girlfriend just changed like you,” Uncle Ben watches the black fur lighten a touch and become a dark gray, “and well she’s not taking it so well. Could you go hang out with her?” The former muscles begin to shrink.

“Sure,”  the boy’s voice has changed. It sounds … older. He turns to the exit and his back begins to arch. He takes tiny steps forward to keep his balance. It’s then that Uncle Ben realizes that he didn’t turn into a Skunk Boy. He turned into an Old Skunk Man.

The doors slide open and a brown haired friend enters. He smiles a hello emphasizing his goatee, and turns to the newest changee, “You need a hand?”

“Thank would be nice, young man.” He helps the old Nate out the door and returns to Uncle Ben.

“Hey Sean!”

“Hey!”

“Welcome to my TF-a-thon. You want your pill,” He asks opening the drawer.

The casually dressed young man considers it a moment, “If I don’t, I have to choose from those?” The business man nods. “Then, yeah. I’ll take mine.”

Uncle Ben fishes out the spherical gel capsule with the name “Sean” on it. He places it in front of his friend. “Now I need you to pick from the purple and orange pills.”

“I have to?” He looks uncertain.

“Yes, the directions tell us that we need to have you guys take a minimum of one of those pills.”

“Ok.” Sean takes three orange pills.

Uncle Ben doesn’t move the piles of whites, but instead gestures to it. “Whites?”

“No, thanks.”

“Very well. The transformation will begin as soon you take the pills.”

Following the small cup and a swallow, the changes do begin. The brown haired young man seems to sink into the ground. Parts of him drip onto the floor. He smiles the whole time knowing what is happening. Finally he stops. Uncle Ben takes a step back to get a better look.

Sean is a head on his feet. He happily alternates tiptoes bouncing him back and forth. “Thanks!”

“No problem.” Ben wonders how Sean is going to get out of here, but then the extra part on the floor start moving. The excess former body goo rolls back and rejoins the body. Two spikes grow out of the back of his neck. They grow longer and longer, and stuff begins to grow down off of it. In a matter of seconds the additions are complete and no longer flesh colored. He is sporting a pair of wings. “Uhhhh, Sean?”

“Yeah?”

“You’ve got wings now.”

“Really?” The shin high man concentrates and his new appendages start beating. He flies up into the air. “Thanks Uncle Ben!”

“You’re welcome.” The gray haired friend opens the top and the winged sockhead flies out. Then he hits the button to close the top and adjusts the pills for the next volunteer.

“Ah. So, this is what you are up to.”

Uncle Ben raises an eyebrow while scanning the vast, cavernous structure. Finally he finds the only place she could be hiding, a shadow under a ledge. “Like you had no idea what was going on before.”

A figure emerges from the shadow and glides forward and down toward his position. The dark haired lady wearing a subtle smile and dark clothes touches down lightly in front of him. Her pale skin is a stark contrast to her black outfit. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.” She extends a hand with long fingernails.

Uncle Ben takes the cold hand in a shake with a smile, “Yes, it’s good to see you again. Especially since you’ve given up taking over the War with the mind controlled Purple Army.” They both laugh at that. “Welcome to Uncle Ben’s TF-a-thon.” He reaches into the drawer and pulls out a pill with the name “Skuld” on it. It is almost completely black with one white tip.

“Oh? Is that mine,” she asks. Uncle Ben nods. “Then I want it.”

“Very well. You have 2 more choices to make,” he says pushing the purple and orange forward.

“These?”

“No, this and one other. You must take at least 1 pill from here.” She takes two purples. The whites are offered and declined with a shaking head. “Now, have a drink and let’s see if you like how you turn out.”

With a gulp the three pills are down. “Ouch.” She reaches around to feel just above her hips. Her eyes go wide as a black tail slinks its way up her back in a charmed serpentine fashion. The tip is white while the rest matches her hair. Her white skin seems to darken all at once.

Something on her face draws the hosts attention. Her hair shifts as something on either side of her head climbs to the top. Black cat ears spring forth with the barest tips of white. Her mouth turns down as she realizes that something isn’t right. Her hands start checking her chest and nether regions. But Uncle is still drawn to her face as her top lip is drawn up to her nose which is drawn back and becomes pink.

Her canines extend to be seen between her lips. A long, narrow tongue springs forth checking her new features. White whiskers stand out against her black furred face. She looks the same except she is cat like now. “Nya! This isn’t what I wanted,” she almost growls with fangs barred and ears pointed back in irritation.

Perplexed Ben replies, “I don’t understand.”

“I wanted to be a Cat Girl, not THIS!”

He looks to where the anthro cat is gesturing. There is a large bump in the front on the pants. He looks up to see the torso mounds are greatly diminished. “Oh.”

“What are you going to do about this?”

“There’s nothing we can do. We have to wait until the change wears off. Then maybe you can try again to get what you want. Cat girl is still an option … somewhere.”

The cat boi snarls at him, turns tail and leaves.

Uncle Ben yawns. “I’m going to crash on my bed. Wake me if someone comes in.” He exits the door to the elevator.


|Day 2|