Your Nameplate (TF/Mc) Part 2 Draft (Patreon)

Yet, in the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal again.

All it took was one wipe of the Handkerchief from me to return you to normal.

Both your mind, and your body. All of them were mine to rewrite.

And that's when you see my hand with the marker approach your chest again.

“Four legged“

Your body begins to contort and shift, bones cracking and reforming as you drop to all fours. Your spine elongates, stretching out behind you as your limbs rearrange themselves. Hands and feet morph into hooves with a sickening squelch. Fur sprouts across your skin in a wave, covering your new quadrupedal form.

You try to speak, to protest, but only a whinny escapes your elongated muzzle. Your mind reels, struggling to process this drastic transformation. You stamp your hooves nervously on the ground, tail swishing behind you.

But I'm not done yet. The marker touches your nameplate again: "Winged"

A searing pain erupts from your shoulder blades as massive feathered wings burst forth. They unfurl majestically, spanning several feet on either side of your equine body. You flex them experimentally, marveling at the new sensations. Your mind races with possibilities - you could soar through the sky, feel the wind beneath your wings.

But before you can take flight, my hand moves to your nameplate once more: "Unicorn"

A tingling sensation spreads across your forehead as a spiral horn emerges, glowing with an otherworldly light. Magic pulses through your veins, filling you with an indescribable power. You paw at the ground, overcome by these new abilities.

"Four legged, winged unicorn Princess," I added to the inscription.

Suddenly, your mind shifts. Regal bearing and grace fill your posture. You toss your mane, feeling a delicate tiara materialize atop your head. Memories of a mystical kingdom flood your thoughts - your kingdom, your subjects, your royal duties.

You neigh softly, respecting my approach.

Why wouldn’t you?

You are the princess of a legendary race.

It's your duty to represent them in the most dignified manner.

Yet that's when you feel me scribble on your nameplate once again.

"Four legged, winged unicorntaur Princess,"

Your body begins to warp and stretch once more. The lower half of your equine form splits and morphs, taking on a more humanoid shape. Your front legs transform back into arms, while your hind legs remain equine. Your torso elongates, creating a fusion of human and horse.

You now stand on four legs, but your upper body is unmistakably human-like.

Your wings flutter nervously as you try to process this new form.

The horn still glows on your forehead, but now it sits above a face that's a strange blend of human and equine features.

Your mind struggles to reconcile these conflicting parts of yourself.

You are both royal and monstrous, majestic and otherworldly.

The memories of your kingdom remain, but now they're tinged with confusion and uncertainty.

You shake your head, trying to clear the fog of conflicting identities swirling in your mind.

Your hooves paw at the ground nervously as you attempt to find balance in this new form.

The wings on your back twitch and flutter, responding to your agitation.

Suddenly, you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder - my hand.

You look up at me with wide, confused eyes, seeking guidance or explanation.

But before you can form any words, you see the marker moving towards your nameplate once again.

"Four legged, winged unicorntaur Princess, steed of her creator" I write, a mischievous glint in my eye.

Your mind shifts once again, this time filling with an overwhelming sense of loyalty and devotion.

You realize that despite your regal status, your true purpose is to serve as my noble steed.

A wave of contentment washes over you as you accept this new role.

You lower yourself slightly, inviting me to mount your back.

As I climb onto you, settling between your wings, you feel a surge of pride.

Your powerful legs tense, ready to carry us wherever I desire. Your wings unfurl, itching to take flight at my command.

With a gentle nudge from my heels, you begin to trot forward.

Your movements are graceful yet powerful, each step precise and measured.

You can feel the magic thrumming through your horn, ready to be unleashed at my whim.

You turn back to look at me, with happiness that you can serve as my mount.

As I once again added lines to your nameplate.

"Four legged, winged, mega assed and massive breasted unicorntaur Princess, steed of her creator"

Your body begins to shift once again, this time focusing on specific areas.

Your hindquarters start to expand rapidly, growing wider and rounder with each passing second.

The fur stretches taut over your swelling flesh as your rear balloons to truly massive proportions.

Simultaneously, your chest begins to swell.

Your breasts grow larger and heavier, straining against your skin as they expand far beyond what should be possible.

The weight of them pulls at your torso, forcing you to adjust your stance to maintain balance.

You feel overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body.

The magical energy from your horn pulses erratically, responding to your heightened emotions.

Your wings flutter nervously, struggling to adjust to the new distribution of weight.

Despite the physical changes, your mind remains focused on your role as my steed.

You try to stand tall and proud, even as your new proportions threaten to topple you at any given moment.

You were too proud to fall to fail as a steed to something as simple as breast size.

Then you felt me scribble around on your chest once again, making you gasp.

"Four legged, winged, giga assed and colossal breasted unicorntaur Princess, steed of her creator"

Your body convulses as another wave of impossible growth overtakes you.

Your hindquarters expand even further, swelling to truly gargantuan proportions.

The fur stretches taut over your enormous rear, which now extends several feet behind you.

Your tail, once proud and flowing, now seems comically small in comparison to your colossal backside.

Simultaneously, your breasts surge outward with renewed vigor.

They balloon to an absurd size, each one larger than your entire torso.

The weight of them threatens to pull you forward, forcing you to lean back on your hind legs to maintain any semblance of balance.

Your wings flap frantically, trying to provide some counterbalance to your new, extreme proportions.

You feel dizzy and disoriented, your mind struggling to process the sensations flooding through your body. The magical energy from your horn crackles and sparks erratically, responding to your distress.

You really didn’t know how long you could keep this up.

But your pride wouldn’t allow you to fail.

You will never fail. For as true as you are the unicorn princess!

And then, with a wipe of the handkerchief, everything ended all at once again.

You were sitting on the ground once again.

The thought of letting someone mount you was completely foreign to you.

Even the sensation of having four legs began to be hard to remember.

You were normal again. Until I raised my marker to your chest again.