They Bleed Pixels alternate fanfic AP//Hourglass/Monster TF/GTS

[geno13]

Now this was a super weirdly inspired fanfiction! Based on the game They Bleed Pixels specifically the cutscenes shown here [URL="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Pc2mkW8rCU"] This fic being an alternate take on the events with extra scenes during and near the end of the short game.

The cutscenes really got my creative juices flowing, there's just something about a gradual day-by-day transformation that's just... awesome.

Earth

The middle of the night at Lacadio Academy for Troubled Young Ladies, the night after the little girl found the Book of Claws and had apparently read all through the day, falling to sleep with dreams of being a demonic shadow of herself, eviscerating untold horror with blood red claws, superhuman strength and agility. The girl shrieked as she looked at her hands after awakening from her strange nightmare. Her skin down to her wrists was the same slick violet flesh she had in her dreams while her now blood red finger nails had grown considerably longer with razor sharp points and much thicker than a normal human’s.
She glanced at her night stand as she hear a feint dripping noise, the Book of Claws laid atop it and dripped blood from its pages onto the floor. She scowled, this must have been the cause; she would definitely have to do something about this, but not right now. No cursed book was worth being caught out of bed after hours and getting pumped full of medication.

Morning soon came as the girl picked up the tome, not even caring for the bloody smear it left behind on the nightstand as she grabbed her bow, taking care not to rip it with her new demonic pedicure while putting it on. She soon found a shovel in a nearby broom closet in the halls and proceeded outside; the other girls paid her no mind, many of them too far gone to Wonderland to even care about her odd changes to her hands. The girl grumbled as she finished digging her small hole and tossed the book in before proceeding to bury the blasted thing. Hopefully this would stop the curse, she could probably live with this odd change to her, none of the orderlies even seemed to care as she went back to her room to sleep.

Yet… as she drifted to sleep, she began to dream the book was back in her hands, reading it transformed her once again into her clawed combat form and she went on another adventure in the twisted land of dreams.

Water

Another midnight scream, another change to her body occurred. Her hands down to the wrist were now completely red as if stained in the blood of her many nightmare foes, her fingers even slightly longer with her nails seemingly merged with her them to made dagger-like digits that ripped her covers a little, just brushing too hard against them. The purple hue and slick slightly oily skin of her nightmare self now spread all the way down to her elbows with a few round blotches around the border of her still human skin. What’s more, her black skull-pattered dress felt somewhat tighter, her legs just a bit longer while her normally small barely post-pubescent chest pushed more into her top with genuine B-cup mammary. She also felt a small hard lump forming at the base of her spine above her slightly more pronounced bottom.

She glanced and scowled at her night stand again as she heard the dripping, it was back. The Book of Claws sat atop her night stand again with its red emblem glowing and not a speck of dirt on it. She frowned, one of the stupid grownups must have seen her bury it and brought it back.

The next morning, even more care was put into her bow before grabbing a heavy set of chains from a nearby drawer; her naïve and troubled mind paying no heed as to why they would be in her bedroom. It felt as though the chains should have been a lot heavier than they were for her, was her strength from her dreams transferring to her awake self too? Though all she cared about now was stopping this blasted book as she tied the chains to it and wandered outside to a nearby bride over a small river. The book made a heavy splash as it sunk to the bottom of the river like a heavy stone. Not only would it be impossible for the orderlies to get this book back to her, but now the dumb thing was as good as ruined, or so she hoped, skipping her way back to her room.

Fire

Yet another shriek from the cursed girl and yet again, not a soul was disturbed, no matter how loud it was. Her hands shook as she placed them in front of her vision. Just like in the dream, her long demonic nails consisted of only two long digits just like the ones on the book cover with a thumbs being there for the sake of still being able to grip things. Her index and middle and pinkie and ring finders had seemingly merged together to make two longer thicker nails with each section of them as long as her ogirinal fingers’ length and still red as ever down to her wrists. Looking down her shirt and under her covers revealed that the purple hue had spread across her entire torso from her collar to her thighs above her knees. Her dress felt even tighter, no longer able to reach her knees while she was befuddled to find two purple orbs the size of C-cupped large oranges gracing her chest and causing a bit of cleavage. Had this curse made her older as well? Her examination of her now elbow-length hair was cut short with an unhuman growl from her lips as she eyed the book, back from its watery grave, which made her bear her sharper teeth in frustration as she struggled to adjust her very ill-fitting panties that wrapped around her wider hips.

Another sleepless rest of the night later, the girl slipped into her now very uncomfortable shoes and fixed her bow with very delicate and precise movements of her bladed hands. It scared her a little how easy and routine this was getting. Passing by some of her fellow patients in the halls made her realize she was about a head taller than them, looking more like a teenager. What’s more, the lump from yesterday had grown some more, bulging against her panties and just barely covered by her dress, this was definitely a tail forming, just what she needed.

She paid these details no more attention, she finally had the answer to her problems, she just wished she thought of this sooner before she turned into the half demon freak she was now. Descending the dark creaky wooden stairs and a small labyrinth of pipes, she found herself in front of a large sweltering furnace. The book was soon tossed right into the pile of flaming coals inside the chamber, she didn’t even bother looking to see if the thing was even burning as she sprinted her way back out of the forbidden area with surprising speed.

Air

Her dreams this time were… oddly different in some way. By the time she had slain the last few bosses, her usual form began to feel even stranger as she stood over the corpse of the last fallen beast. Her body began to heat up, her oily purple skin feeling flush as the tail she began to develop in her waking world slithered its way down her skirt and over her panties… as it did in the real world, sliding out from between her legs as they began to stretch across the mattress under the covers. In her dream, her longer two bladed digits began to elongate even more before splitting back into four, yet still naturally leaving a gap between the four fingers at almost all times as the redness traveled up her arms and past her elbows while her hands grew wider with all her five fingers growing long and demonic.

Her panties were starting to grow moist with clear fluid as her privates tingled from the changes before violently snapping off as her brooding hips cracked and widened, surging out until they met her shoulders in width; at this time, her shapely thicker legs began to push against the bedposts and hang off the other side of the bed. Her dress began to tear as the violet orbs beneath began rapidly bloating outwards, surpassing mere D-cups in a matter of minutes while the skull-patterned dress rose past her hips and effectively becoming a super skintight shirt by the time her orbs surged to the size of her head. Her broader back shredding the black fabric while her head brushed up against the bed and her growing height pushed her upwards against it until she was more or less sitting asleep against the child-sized bed. Her voluptuous hair flowing all the way down to the shelf of her womanly ass when she stood up.

This time, she awoke with a much different noise of a sensual moan as her every move made the mattress cry out with a creak from her weight. Her vision looking down at her body was obstructed a little from her head sized purple melons that caused another tear in her top with any sudden movement, especially when she reaches up with her larger claws to gently grasp them. She shuddered at their softness and sensitive feel. She actually cracked a bit of a smile as she kicked off her covers with her curvy long legs with thick purple thighs. The violet tone and oily texture not all over her body, yet she was struggling to not find herself entranced by her new form. Her now mature pussy glistened with her honey and from the drafty room, making her rub her legs together. So this is what it felt like to be grown up… was what thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a familiar dripping. Her eyes with her now slit pupils narrowed at the Book of Claws, this was unbelievable.

Morning came with a bit more commotion than normal, her troubled peer were finally starting to take notice as the literally half-naked purple grownup was there waiting for them in their bedroom. She ignored them as best she could, in fact… was she starting to enjoy this feeling? Towering over the other girls… imagining all those squishy human adults ravishing her body as she tore into their flesh… She shook her head rapidly, making her restrained tits follow suit. She had one last trick that she could try and stop this.

Orderlies finally took notice of her, walking down the halls with a natural sway to her hips and tail, not even bothering to cover up her exposed purple womanhood. Though none of them seemed to be making much of a scene as they should have at a clearly inhuman woman like her. The feeling of their eyes on her mad her chest and crotch tingle as she felt an alien sense of pride fill her while she sauntered up the stairs, even her chest felt nice and tingly as it bounced with every step climbed. She soon found herself opening the window in the attic, looking over the grounds of the asylum and the Book of Claws grasped firmly. She soon opened it up, not daring to look at the pages as she gripped a handful of paper and violently tore it from the cover and tossed it out the window. A swarm of confetti danced in the breeze after she ripped out the final page before tossing the remaining cover out and slamming the window shut.

There! She had finally dealt with the accursed tome, this had to have been it; she destroyed it with her own hands. She felt a sense of content wash over her as she headed to her tiny bed. She grunted as she realized her legs almost touched the floor if she tried to lay back against the pillows, she ripped a large gash in her covers out of frustration before finally drifting to sleep.

Darkness

As she slept, the orderlies and the headmaster Mr. Lacadio awoke at the stroke of midnight… as they did for the last few nights. He grinned madly as he chanted a spell from the remains of his beloved book, the pages soon reforming and the red emblem glowing brighter than ever. In the girl’s dreams, she was performing a massacre on the denizens of the dream world. Moving like a feral beast as she even began to feast on the flesh of the creatures with her razor sharp teeth, finding their remains to be quite satisfying. The orderlies soon congregated into the girl’s bedroom, surrounding the bed while Mr. Lacadio placed the bleeding tome back on her nightstand, feeding its final surge of power into her.

As she slept more soundly than she ever thought possible with her current savage dreams, the preying orderlies and their master exited the room. The girl’s body throbbed as she was still in the middle of her frenzy. Her claws crept down to the floor as her arms grew longer and her hands widened even further and her long nails like four crimson swords. Her breasts felt like they were on fire, unconsciously beginning to reach up with her long arms and caressing them as they started to explode out of her black fabric, revealing a pair of bulging dark purple teacup-sized areola under puffy human-thumb-sized nipples. Her tongue began to stretch out of her mouth as she drooled in her sleep, the dark purple muscle slithering into her cleavage and eventually to one of her nipples, reveling in the surge of pleasure that followed. The mattress soon buckling under the weight of her rapidly swelling ass as it surpassed the size of a pair of couch cushions and kept growing. Her exposed feet soon grew a trace of redness on her toes that spread rapidly to her knees as her feet widened rapidly into talon-like appendages with long red toenails competing in size with her fingers as her shins crashed and grew an extra joint.

Her bed soon collapsed under the rapidly growing weight of her body by the time is passed eight feet tall. Her breasts now rapidly swelling towards her belly button as each glorious purple orb was now twice the size of her head and wider than her shoulders, just like her brooding hips leading to a pair of thick alluring purple thighs and her digitigrade red-talon legs. Her hair flowed all the way past her massive ass and down to her kneed if she stood up, as black as midnight and glistened in the moonlight of the nearby window.

Her dress started to burst away into forgotten black rags as she passed ten feet tall, spread across the collapsed remains of her bed while one of her clawed hands snaked over to her inviting wet snatch and inserted two bladed red fingers, somehow without harming herself and began to thrust forcefully. Her back bulged with four odd swelling lumps as her eyes finally opened, revealing red inhuman eyes that resembled some kind of deep sea creature instead of a mere human. She hissed as the feeling of her pussy being assaulted by her fingers electrified her growing body. Her tits somehow still growing, spreading across her torso as the smooshed into her upper arms while her ass completely engulfed her old mattress with its own billowing violet flesh. Four slimy long tendrils of blackness soon sprouted from her back as she was engulfed by her first of many orgasms; busking her hips furiously and making the floor creak. Her remaining hand went to work hefting up one of her massive tits so that the nipple was close enough for her waiting lips to suckle from it, soon biting it with her teeth and making her tendril-like tongue dance around it as her four newly formed tentacles on her back writhed furiously, smashing her nightstand and sending the book toppling off.

Each orgasm added feet upon feet to her form until by the time she let out a furious roar of pleasure that finally awoke the other girls from their slumber, her head bumped so hard into the ceiling that it caused it to crash and a bit of plaster to rain down into her hair. The last of her transformation ending with a pair of long straight red horns bursting violently from her head and piercing right through the obstructive ceiling.

The girls began to slowly inch closer to the now 25’ clawed woman, looking as though they were in a deep trance. The larger one gave a motherly smile as she loomed over them her hulking frame filling most of the large room. She then glanced down at a familiar object. This time… she felt glad, this time she needed it. One of her tentacles slithered down and plucked up the book as its pages flipped open and began to glow red. Her smile became more devilish as she brought the book closer and began reading the forbidden elder words out loud. The children surrounding her hulking form began to writhe and moan as their bodies stretched and twisted. A symphony of ripping clothes sounded off as their weak and fragile forms began to age; years passing them by as their bosoms plumped, their asses became large and firm, legs thickened and their hair flowed long and voluptuous. A red circle burned into the floorboards under the Queen’s former bed shined brightly as each of her thrall’s humanity began to melt and morph away: limbs twisted into claws and tentacles, feet into talons and hooves, wings and more arms or tendrils sprouting from some along with extra eyes and horns while their bodies gained massive shapely curves and breasts that rivaled their mistresses. Said demonic giantess now sported a pair of mountainous breasts that hung past her belly button when standing as around triple the size of her head each with a titanic ass to match with her hips surpassing her shoulders in width.

She gave a gleaming mad grin as she reached forward with her clawed hands and burst her way through the wall to the outside. Giving a delighted hiss as she stretched out her arms and legs as she stomped out of the academy; her clawed feet leaving large footprints in the grass as she gazed at the moonlight above. The Clawed Queen was finally free and with her new thrall of monstrous seductive minions, there was no stopping her from turning this world of the waking into her own playground of nightmares and lust.