Becoming the old... friend ATE 22 (Ian) Excel Walter TG (Patreon)

(And with this, we are completely done with the April Transformation Event! Unfortunately, it ended up taking two months, but I'm happy that I was able to get everyone's stories finished and done. Truthfully, 22 stories in two months is double the content you'd usually get, buuuuut they haven't been in second person, so I get why they'd be less exciting. Anyway, when we end up doing this again, I'll make sure to limit it to one month and just finish all the requests that I can get finished within that time frame to keep on our schedule, enjoy the final ATE story!)

“HAHAHAHA!” 

The two men laughed loudly, their jovial cackles carrying across the local Applebees as they reminisced about the past. They found most of it quite humorous, as both were nearly in tears. 

“Haha, hoooo hoooo”

Ian did his best to calm himself as he looked around and noticed he and Todd were both drawing the ire of some of the other patrons, motioning to Todd to calm himself as well. 

“Ahh… I missed you, dude. I can’t remember the last time I laughed like that,” Ian said with a grin.  

“Same buddy, same. Whew… I’ll be right back I’ve gotta hit the head,” Todd said, holding his gut as he slapped the table a few times and marched off toward the bathrooms.

For the first time in a while, Ian could feel the stresses of life fall away. All he needed to do was enjoy the time he was spending with his lifelong friend and enjoy dinner.

Click

Ian grinned to himself as he smacked his lips together, followed by a cough as sudden dryness made him gulp and nearly choke as he grabbed for his nearby water, bringing it to his lips. He knocked the glass back and let the liquid run down, sweet fucking relief. Never had water tasted so good, the feeling of drinking exponentially more involved than it should have been as he felt the cool splash of H2O hit his stomach and send tingles of relief through his body. 

“Ahhh, haaa haaa, wow…”       

His head was rushed with the coolness of the beverage, feeling like he’d just stuck his head into a freezer and was thawing out as the tingles danced over his scalp, staying blissfully unaware of his follicles pushing a new blue color from their roots. 

“Excuse me, sir, are you ready to order?” 

Ian jumped slightly as the waitress spoke, followed by an embarrassed laugh as he was roused from focusing so hard on himself. 

“No, sorry, my buddy went to the bathroom, so not quite yet,” Ian responded      

“No worries, I’ll come back shortly,” 

“Oh, wait!”

Ian coughed. 

“Can you bring over a pitcher of water, please? Man… what is wrong with me…” Ian said and cleared his throat again 

The waitress nodded and walked off as Ian grabbed Todd’s water from across the table, sputtering all the while as he started to guzzle it down. The experience was much like the last: sweet, relieving… pleasurable? He became acutely aware of the rub of his clothes against his skin as if he’d been stripped and shaved bare, making him shiver, and the tingling on his head was starting to become intrusive. It felt like someone was playing with his hair, the strands moving strangely as unnoticed growth pushed the soft blueing strands a little longer, most of his natural brown already half erased as the blue circle slowly cooled everything. 

‘Huh, my hair feels so soft today.’ 

He couldn’t help but notice as he ran his fingers through his hair, but it was only an observation, and something positive at that, so he ignored it. Plus, he could see Todd returning from the bathroom, so that’s where his attention really was. 

Ian watched as Todd suddenly stopped in his tracks as he looked in his direction, Todd’s face literally scrunching in confusion as he slowed his walk to the table and really eyeballed Ian. Ian waved in Todd’s direction, thinking it might’ve been some sort of gag, but Todd didn’t break. 

They both just looked at each other as Todd sat back down, his eyes resting on Ian’s head.              

“Is there something on me?” Ian asked, running his hand over his dark blue locks and blissfully unaware that they were that color. 

“You’re wearing a wig, right?” 

“Cough No. Why Cough would you ask me that?” 

“Your hair is literally blue.” 

“Cough what?”

Todd’s words were easy for Ian to brush off as his eyes locked on the water their waitress was bringing over. 

“Oh, thank god. Cough” He said, beckoning the waitress to come quicker as the desert in his mouth grew more arid. No sooner did the pitcher hit the table than did Ian started to pour himself a glass from it, making a mild mess as the quick influx of water sloshed wildly. He looked like a madman, a fiend, as he started to gulp down the sweet liquid, catching stares from both the waitress and Todd as he enjoyed the feeling of the water draining into his stomach. 

“Ahhh…” 

Ian slammed the glass down and sighed, the hydration sending a soothing sensation all over his head and face. 

“Uh… so are you guys ready to order?” The waitress asked. 

“Actually, I think I’m good with this,” Ian said, pouring another glass of water and tilting it back. 

“I’ll have the uh… steak… medium, please,” Todd answered distractedly, just watching Ian drain another glass and slam it back down. Were Ian’s lips always that red?

“Sound’s good. I’ll get that right away,” the waitress said, walking off. 

“Mmmm…~” Ian was running his hands along his smooth face, all cold water he drank feeling like it was flowing under its surface, the feeling like a cold compress as everything quivered under his fingertips.

“Ian, dude. What the hell is going on with you?!” Todd whispered harshly.  

“I-I don’t know, but it feels…”

Ian’s face scrunched, his strong masculine features suddenly breaking as his jaw rounded, his face sucking as his nose shrank small, red lips puckering and bloating while cheekbones raised. 

“Oooohhh…~” Ian moaned softly as his eyes fluttered, each flap pushing his eyelashes longer as his brown eyes and brows glowed, a dot of blue invading both and slowly washing away any trace of the color, the one above melting his brows to thin blue lines.

“Feels…”

Todd’s mouth was agape as he watched his friend's face pop itself into a womanly visage, caught in utter disbelief as Ian trailed his fingers down his neck, feeling the water trickling down into his throat.

“Feeeeeeelss,”

Ian’s voice trailed upward, cracking into a mature feminine tone as his throat narrowed, slimming into the perfect stand for his beauteous face.

“Ah! Really good…” he said, gasping and placing a hand on his slim neck. His voice was breathy and mature as his hands darted to his face, the pleasing flow of water waning for the moment. “Ohah! What just happened?! Why do I sound like this?!”

Ian’s big blue eyes met Todd’s as he looked for an answer.  

“Hello?!Cough Cough Agh!” Ian croaked frustratedly as the dry spell returned. Ian needed more water; it was the only thing that was helping, and god did he crave its sweet relief, but… his voice and face… something was wrong– his lips felt big, a little swollen maybe, not to mention how weird the rest of his face felt, each blink heavy while everything else felt more compact and small. 

“Cough”

Fuck it, it would have to wait. Ian hurriedly poured a glass and hesitated as he brought it to his plump red lips, his dry tongue scraping the roof of his mouth, his throat yearning for it. 

‘Just a little,’ he thought, taking a sip, but a sip was all it took for doubt and resistance to wash away. Ian’s eyes drifted shut as he naturally took it in, gulping down ounce after ounce until the glass was emptied and the flow of water bubbled through his veins again. 

“Aghh! Brainfreeze?!”

The top of Ian’s head ached, the stabbing feeling of brainfreeze like a relentless sadist as pain throbbed against his scalp, his brain feeling like it was about to blow his head open as the pain concentrated on two spots, threatening to ooze through! 

“Oooooooohhhhh!” 

It was! It was oozing through! Pushingahhhhh! 

Little horns were slowly rising from Ian’s head, one after the other. Golden and sleek, they branched, angling toward the back of his head as a flood of hair burst forth, Ian’s short blue bob cascading in voluminous waves down his back and around the sides of his face, the soft mane caressing his skin as he gasped seeing it, grabbing two handfuls and holding them before his face.

“Dude…” Todd mumbled. Was anyone else seeing this?! Why did everyone else in the restaurant not seem to care?!  

“Ahoooooooahhh!”

Ian slammed his hands against the table and moaned heavily as the flow of water moved down, eroding his shoulders as they snapped, his shoulders rounding to narrow slopes that gushed into his arms, melting muscle and fat into lithe elegant limbs that begged to be adorned with equally elegant appendages. The stream crashed into Ian’s hands, his fingers twitching against the table as waves of refreshing moisture rolled under the surface, chipping away at his thick fingers and refining them into graceful digits, his palms shrinking small while blue bubbled from his cuticles, coating his nails in glossy polish that whetted them to sharp crescents over his fingers. Ian gasped as he flexed them, the soft blue-painted extremities diddling in a hypnotically fluid fashion.

“T-todd…”

“Ian, we’ve gotta get you out of here. You’re turning into a chick.” 

Turning into a chick? In Ian’s 500 years of living he’d never heard of anything so bizarre, but he had to admit that his hands could be a match for one, his voice and long hair too… Ian absent-mindedly ran his fingers through one of the long streaks of soft blue hair that framed his pretty face, perhaps it was time to leave… but the clear drink in front of him was calling his name. 

“Yes, perhaps it is time to go. Give me just a moment to finish this water, and we’ll leave.” 

“Wait, Ian, no, no, no!” Before Todd could stop him, Ian already had the entire pitcher pressed against his plump red lips and was chugging it one gulp after the other. 

Ian moaned cutely as he did, feeling the water swelling his stomach bigger and rounder, distending into a big round sloshy ball that hung firmly over the waistband of his pants as he finished the pitcher and slammed it down on the table. “Hehe, that was tasty. We can leave now, my friend. I’d hate to turn into a chick,” 

Ian smiled cutely until it was suddenly erased with the jittering crunch of his spine, rattling his body as he was pulled shorter. 

“Oh, oh no!” Ian’s face twisted as his bloated belly was forced into the table thanks to his spine snapping into an arch, the liquid inside sloshing as his chest and ass was thrust out. 

“Ian, why did you do that…?” 

“Hnnnnggghhh… You know we sea serpents can’t help ourselves around water! Ahhhhhh!” Ian screeched with his arms crooked at his sides, his fingers scrunching into his palms while he felt his nipples engorge and pierce the fabric of his shirt. 

“Sea… Serpent?!”

Ian almost didn’t understand what he was saying himself, but it made sense, right? He needed water to survive more than most since it’s what gave him his beauty and kept his chest b-bountiful!? Ian screamed as his sloshy belly started to send water behind his nipples, the unfettered flow making his nipples gyrate as they distended and wiggled around. Ian’s midsection flattened as it sent all that it had into his chest, the distinct bumps growing so quickly that it was hard to keep them under control as they bounced constantly, his shirt struggling to contain them until it simply gave up. The neckline flung from his shoulders and parted in the middle, revealing his milky white cleavage that splatted against the table before Ian scooped them up in the twisting, thickening fabric as it draped down his body in a flowy pink robe. 

Both Todd and Ian stared with mouths open into the cleavage Ian’s massive E-cup breasts formed while Ian’s confused male brain subconsciously squished his feminine fingers rhythmically against them until that piece of him abruptly slipped away. 

“Todd! What’re you staring at?! Don’t l-look at m-my–” Ian squirmed as something started to slither out of his back, new nerve endings instantly forming as he felt the thick scaly appendage wriggle down and flop onto his seat, pushing even further as it floundered out from under his robes like a fish out of water, plapping against the vinyl seat of the booth. “Ehhhhhhhh! A tail! I have a tail?! I-I have a tail… hehe, of course I do,”

CRUNCH 

Ian’s body bounced as his hips burst, forcing his knees to knock together and popping the center button of his pants as he felt the remaining water in his midsection start to travel down…

“So? Are we getting out of here or what?” Ian asked, crossing his arms over his bulging chest. 

“Err… Well, is there any point now, you’re a woman already, aren’t you?” 

“A woman?!” Ian scoffed and giggled. “It may be hard to believe, but below the belt, I am 100%...” Ian’s mouth opened again to utter the simple fact, but the words wouldn’t come. A sudden mental block following the spreading mass under him as his flat rear swelled, squelching against the vinyl as it grew plusher, thrusting him onto two cozy beanbags while his thighs ballooned with them, closing in on his member to massage his jewels with the cushy flesh into his groin. 

Composure. It was a big thing for a woman her age, and even if the inverse erection made Excel want to scream out in sweet pleasure loud enough for everyone to hear, she was experienced enough to only show a shudder. It helped that her thighs were big enough to put pressure on her little clam as she clenched them together hard enough to hold back the flood that would surely erupt if she didn’t.  

What did her date ask again? Oh yeah…

“I’m 100% not just a woman. Some may even call me a princess, you know, and one who has lived for many centuries at that, and mmmmph…” Excel paused as her panties wedged against her pelvis. Their tightness was always a tad uncomfortable, but that’s also why she liked them. Feeling the fabric slide between her cheeks would remind her that she was working with some rather hefty proportions, perfect for any nighttime ‘duties’ a potential suitor may request of– 

“Ian, what’re you talking about?!” Todd asked, nearly screaming. Watching as the woman in front of him started to gain different accessories in her hair that were popping into existence like some trippy fever dream. Two golden clasps collected the swathes that framed her face while a large white rose plunked between the strands on her head. 

Excel giggled at the man’s tone, her little bare feet wiggling under the table. She always had to tease, didn’t she, and now she had made him upset. Hehe… with 500 years under her belt, she couldn’t help herself. Oh well. She knew what he really wanted.

“It’s Excel, and sorry, you’re right, I’m prattling…” Excel dropped her robes even lower around her bust, the areola of her perky pink nipples just barely showing as she squished them together and thrust them out dramatically. “You were saying… we should… get out of here…?”