Hey everyone, Aleron here with another chapter for this one-shot series.

I'm giving you all a warning here and now; Tread lightly while reading this, for I pretty much consider this a borderline M-rated chapter. There is no gore nor violence, though there is blood during the chapter, the rest of the chapters content I'll leave for you guys to read. Those who know me should know that everything I write - unless I state it clearly - is/should be reader friendly. If this chapter ends up unnerving you enough, you have the right to back out at that point and read other stories on this site.

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy reading this chapter.

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A hiss of a soda can opened sounded out as the young adult let out a long, depression-laid sigh. Yet another day of being home alone and here he was, getting a can of Sprite out of the fridge to quench his thirst. The bottom of the can for some reason was deformed slightly, barely noticeable bumps circling around it but the man brushed it off as a very minor factory mishap. He walked around the kitchen, lightly swirling the can he held as he gazed outside via a window that was above the sink. It was currently night time, a waning crescent moon providing a minor bit of light on the world past the window.

Once he stopped the motion to the can, the man took a small swig of it, the taste buds on his tongue easily being greeted by the carbonated liquid that rested inside the small metal can. However, the flavor of it was…off for him. He really couldn't pin it, but he felt that the lemon and lime flavors of the beverage were enhanced, or it could be a possible test on a tertiary flavor in the soda. Despite such, it did make the beverage taste better overall, quite a lot more so actually.

"Geez…" the man whispered under his breath, shifting his feet back slightly as he lowered himself, planting an elbow on the limited counter space in front of him, resting his head on the hand after and gazed a bit more outside. "Ya think I'd be content with gaming all the time…" another mouthful of the beverage went down, setting the can on a more open part of the counter next to the sink. "Turns out, quite the opposite, now that I get a look at the real picture."

Another sigh came out from him, slowly resting his head on the cold ceramic edge of the sink, just trying to think of what to do, folding his arms on the middle portion of it. There was a slight itch on his arm, something he just absentmindedly scratched out. The feeling was gone for a moment, but easily came back, earning another scratch. A third time it came back and yet a third scratch was the response, though the man winced slightly as this one practically cut him.

'No way that spot's already raw…' he thought, lifting his gaze up to see why, only to jolt and freeze when he did so.

The finger that was guilty of the wound – or rather, the fingernail of it – had a rather nasty-looking point to it. What was more worrisome is that it was both a metallic silver, and it was slowly growing to encompass the tip of the finger. The man could only watch with a very blank, if not slightly wide-eyed expression, trying to register what he was seeing. His eyes darted down to the wounded area, a bit of crimson having gotten out and stained a small portion of snow white fur that was growing around it. The wound itself was closed though, so it wasn't stinging him, slowly looking back up to his hand.

"I have fur, and claws…" he stated blankly, seeing the rest of his fingernails starting to follow the process of the first one, his mind now starting to catch up.

"I have fur and claws…!" he repeated again, this time with a bit more of an urgency in his voice.

"I have fur and claws!" a third time as the claws on his fingers slowly stopped when they were all the same length, the thickness of them varying slightly per finger.

"I HAVE FUR AND–" he yelled a fourth time, but cut off when he felt a very strong tingling in his neck.

"Ack…!" he choked out, grabbing at his neck with one of his hands, surprisingly careful with his new claws.

He took a step back from the sink, feeling the itchiness of the fur spreading along his arms and hands, all the while the tingling continuing on in his neck. He wanted to try and clear his throat, but he couldn't do so since his lungs were somehow not cooperating with him. The fur continued to trail up his arm, though seemed to be growing at a rather rapid rate around the middle of them especially, the man lifting his arms up to try and watch such. Each strand of fur seemed to interweave with each other, forming some kind of veil or blanket with them, each impossibly smooth to the touch when he brushed a fur-covered finger against it. The feeling in his throat started to subside, seeing the short sleeves of his shirt starting to bulge from the fur growing underneath, only able to let out a staggered breath in shock from such.

"Wh-what's…?!" he tried to ask, but quickly snapped a hand up to his neck again, eyes wide at the voice he heard that came out instead. The tone of it was not even masculine anymore, rather it came out feminine, a tone that sounded very soothing to his ears but nonetheless alien to him.

"Th-th-the f*** is going on…?!" he managed to stammer out, easily getting goosebumps when he felt the fur starting to trickle up his neck, easily making him shudder from the extremely odd feeling of such.

He even felt the fur growing in from underneath his hand, keeping it there as he had no idea on what to do, his mouth twitching from the tickling on his torso. He did not want to start laughing at the event, easily putting down any desire to laugh or even smirk, the fur spreading down his torso faster than up his neck. When it started to reach around his waist though, he felt an extremely odd feeling around that general area, though his eyes widened when he no longer felt a form of weight around the groin area.

"Oh please don't tell me…" he muttered hopelessly under his breath, closing his eyes as he reached for the sleepwear shorts around his waist. The claws hooked in between the cloth and flesh, easily tearing through the former as he slowly pulled it out. His head tilted down and eyes slowly opened, seeing that there was nothing there other than smoothed out, fur-covered flesh. His only sign of manhood was gone, nothing in its place.

"They're gone…" he barely breathed out, almost wanting to cry at the loss.

His attention though, was brought to a pair of growing weights around his chest area, his spine having to slowly exert more force to just keep upright. The altering humans gaze looked down at such, freezing at the sight of his – or her – chest expanding out in a pair of lumps.

"Wh-what the flying f***?!" she ended up screaming out, jolting back upright as her eyes were focused on the growing breasts.

Each second they grew, adding more weight to them and more pressure to her spine, grunting as she had to cope with sudden back pain now from such. Her eyes looked at the can she drank out of and quickly snatched it up, getting a bit of the fizzy beverage splashing out and onto her arm fur.

"Okay, what the hell was in this thing?" she questioned, trying to wrap her mind around the 'secret ingredient' as her body continued to alter.

However, she ended up dropping it when her face started to erupt in pain, clenching it with her hands as she grunted from the stinging. Her face started to slowly pull out from a little below the nose, feeling the bones inside reshaping themselves in the process. The feeling of something getting loose in her mouth prompted her to open her, hearing something – or rather somethings – clacking against the hardwood floor. When she looked though, she saw the shapes of fully grown human teeth strewn about on the ground. Her teeth that were now outside of her mouth and left her practically toothless. Before she could even try to question it, she felt nearly three dozen spikes inside her jaw, crying out from such as she felt sharpened canines and fangs growing in place.

The face soon stopped pulling out as the skull had fully taken the shape of that similar to a canine. The pain inside the mouth stopped shortly after, though blood was seeping out from the sides, staining the fur along the underside of the mouth. Her breathing was growing heavy from the aftermath, not feeling her hair on top of her head starting to change from oak brown to snow white, starting to grow out into two wispy and lengthy manes.

"Why…is this…happening…?" she managed to breathe out, small specks of blood dripping to the floor.

Her gaze soon looked back downward, noticing that the bust she now had had stopped growing but was rather focused on the legs since she started to feel them change as well. She ended up screaming out when she felt her shins snapped with a rather sickening sound. It was enough to make her stumble slightly, the rug she was on – having lost the adhesive underside long ago – slipping underneath her and making her smack her chin on the edge of the sink. She slammed down onto the floor, the impact thankfully cushioned by her bust but nonetheless still stung since the underside of her snout smacked into the floor, splattering a bit of blood around.

"Ooooogghh…" moaned the female, deciding to not try and get up lest the pain in her legs become even greater, only able to feel them alter and not be able to witness the changes herself.

Since she wasn't able to watch, she could only guess what was happening, the legs having obviously changed from their current stance to something similar but not quite. She felt them continue on down towards her feet, though her attention was brought to her spine starting to seemingly lengthen, grunting as she felt it pressing against the sleepwear she still had on. She had practically forgotten about the clothes she had on, though soon started to wince when the pressure the elastic band on the shorts was starting to get to an uncomfortable amount.

Knowing that it would take a lot of pressure to even tear it, she weakly raised a hand up and pointed a claw at the fabric, prodding it close to the tip of her forming tail to try and tear it enough to release. Thankfully, she didn't have to do it for too long, feeling the pressure very quickly let up as the rear of the shorts snapped back against her body, a hole as thick as the tail in its place and around the base of it. A small sigh of relief came out from her, now noticing that she felt no other changes to her legs, realizing that the tail was so important that it made her forget about her legs.

Even though she was still a bit disoriented from the fall, she managed to glance back at the tail, seeing even more fur spread out of it and weave. What was odd though was a pair of metal rings forming around it, wincing as she felt several more pieces of metal form on her; A thin plate at the back of each hand, and a pair of rings around her neck, thankfully loose enough to where she wouldn't notice them easily. Once those had come to be, she felt the changes slowly coming to a stop, feeling a thick tuft of fur from the tail resting right in between the two on her head.

"I guess it's done now…" she muttered, though winced when she felt all the fat she had when male and human suddenly starting to fade away.

The chub around her belly and thick arms and legs seemed to melt away, thinning them easily and thankfully without any pain, if only quite a bit of discomfort. Her mind went into a near-state of panic at such, thinking she was going to just wither away right where she was at. However, it didn't even last that long, nor did she get as frail as she feared, feeling the 'fat-burning' slow to a stop. With some energy she now had as a result of such, she slowly managed to push herself up into a sitting position, seeing the rather large spot of blood on the floor from her bleeding.

It was of no importance though as she started to look herself over, the bust the first thing she looked at. Indeed it had stopped growing around halfway during the changes, slowly moving her hands and gently grabbed hold of them from underneath. The claws of her fingers did brush up against the flesh of them, but didn't even prick them, also noticing that the breasts were easily able to fit fully in the hands that held them each. Resisting the urge to press them together, she lowered her hands and willed herself to stand, able to do so without problems. What surprised her a bit was how easily she was able to stand upright, even with the rather heavy-looking bust and tail she now possessed. She figured the muscles in her body have altered as well to accommodate the changes, looking around for a reflective surface to see what she looked like.

Since there was none in the kitchen she headed a short distance away to the dining rooms bathroom, greeted by the mirror hanging on the wall above the rooms sink. The being she saw surprised her again, noticing the canine-like face of it, though the beauty of it was soiled by the crimson on the chin of it. This earned a frown from her, walking to the sink to try and rinse it out. Even though it was two steps away, her attention was drawn to the floor after hearing some audibly clacks, seeing that her feet were now three-toed foot-paws, the toes having the same metallic silver color, but very long claws that seemed to extend to almost four inches in length. Even the heels of her feet had a spike on them, giving the impression of her wearing high-heels, though oddly she seemed content with it.

Returning her attention to the task at hand, she turned the handle on the sink counter-clockwise, making sure the water would be warm before pushing it up slightly, hearing and seeing the water trickle out of the faucet. A small smile came to her face, cupping her hands under the water and soon lowered her snout into the water, holding her breath as she worked on washing the blood away. The liquid did tickle her nose a bit, earning a slightly wider smile at such as she continued washing the snout. A few repetitions of her scrubbing the fur and letting the water rush down the drain, the lower part of her snout was soon clean of blood, lifting her head back up as she used the towel resting on a towel rack close by to dry off.

When she saw her face again, this time closer, she couldn't help but notice her eyes. When she was human, her blue eyes seemed dull, even with the ring of gold around the pupils. Now they seemed a lot more lively and brighter, as well as full of life. Each strand of fur on her face also seemed to be extremely smooth to the touch for a normal human, even more so for her manes. After she finished inspecting the face, she took a small step back, able to see more of her body in her reflection.

Her body was much thinner than what it used to be, thankfully still human-like but again different. It was curvy, but not much to where it looked unrealistic or unhealthy, no, but it was one that celebrities and models would literally kill for, even past the fur. Her navel area – or the belly button for the more simplistic humans – was more noticeable, laying a hand over it and easily covered the area. Then there was the fur on her arms. Interwoven to such perfection that both could easily be able to double as blankets, especially since they were practically touching the floor, even when the arms were level with her chest. The arms themselves were longer as well, slowly lowering them and saw that the tips of the fingers, not the claws, were going just below the kneecaps.

Speaking of the legs, they were like that of most animals; two joints from waist to ankle, but she could also feel the rather admirable strength they now possessed. Either of them could be able to allow her to walk with such grace that it would, again, make role models green with envy. The claws would be of concern, seeing that they would be murder on carpets and rugs alike, but again it was of no concern as of now.

Come to think of it, why wasn't she – or rather the male part of her mind – trying to question all of this? She tried to comb through her mind to find the answer, but sadly wasn't all that able to find the answer. Another question popped up on what she had became, though was easily able to find the answer for that, her eyes widening as she looked back into the mirror.

"I…became a reshiram…?" she asked to no one in particular, slowly reaching out to the mirror and placed a hand on the surface of it.

Seconds suddenly felt like minutes as she had numerous questions flood her mind, trying to find answers to each of them.

How long will this last?

Is it permanent?

How many others had these tampered cans?

Could I possibly be able to return to normal?

…be able to return to normal?

…return to normal?

…normal?

That one word seemed to echo out from that one question. Normal. Would she even be able to return to her human self? Did she even want to return to her normal, boring human self? The answer she found was rather simple; No.

She was willing to throw everything that his – her – human self wanted, want to try and begin anew. Even if it would bring the odd look from other humans, she felt that others would soon become like her, and all thanks to that one brand of beverage. However many she couldn't help but wonder. Her thoughts though were interrupted when her stomach gurgled audible, snapping out of her daze and looked down to her belly. She couldn't help but smile and let out a hearty giggle at such, feeling that the changes had made her hungry, stepping out of the bathroom to make herself something to eat.

She was no longer human, but damn was she gonna live this life to the fullest.

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This is a TF that has been bugging my mind as of late and allow me to say that this is very, very, VERY close to the edge of my comfort zone. The thought started off similarly to the story via a drink of some soda, but my mind was also thinking of Reshina, one of my roleplay characters, rather heavily might I add. If you're having any thoughts of me being a pervert, quit it. :|

Anyway, my mind just kept thinking about her; me being hugged to her belly, snuggled in her fur, all the while she was in her anthro form. The more I thought of her and polished her, the more - well - motherly she seemed to me. It's most likely due to reshiram being one of my top pokemon, but I guess the way I have her portrayed as well. The crushing fact of her being a simple fantasy practically tears me up on the inside, knowing that the closest I could ever get to her in this life is via dreams, and I'm really damn lucky if it's a vivid dream and one that doesn't stray from her.

My mind kept having me thinking that this could be a potential series, but the more of it I wrote, the less appealing it seemed to me, instead vying it to be a simple - if not rather detailed - one-shot. However, I feel that the thought might come back to me someday, and if you guys truly insist it, I can try to work this into being a series. A short one yeah, but a series nonetheless. If it does come to that, it's going to be focused solely on the character here, whom I'm not ashamed to say that it's Reshina.

Also, trans-gender transformations are a very rare topic for me to touch, let alone glance at, so don't really expect this kind of transformation to be an often occurrence in my submissions.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed reading this. Be sure to leave a review to share your thoughts on my work. :3