The Second Transformation Convention, Part 1 (Multi TFTG, Preg)

Enjoy this new ongoing TF story! See HERE for the original Transformation Convention, which is now available to all subscribers.

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Camden Levy

After the resounding success of the first Transformation Convention, another has been organised! Transformees from across the globe have gathered once again for meetings, talks, merch sales, job offers, clothing fittings, and social interaction with one another. Whether it be changes in gender, race, body, or even species, there are new interactions to be had, and doubtless new changes yet to come for the many who attend.

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Vignette 1: Setting Up

Featuring Anna Conn the Anthro-Giraffe Woman from ‘Change in the Weather’, as well as Jessica and Alex the Cowgirls from ‘Bessica’

“And you’re sure you have everything in hand?” Alex asked nervously over the video call.

“Absolutely,” Anna responded. “Trust me, it’s going to be even bigger and better than the first one. We’ve got some real celebrity presence here, especially since Tori Peters is coming.”

“Wait, the Tori Peters?” Jessica said, pushing her face in front of Alex’s to get closer to the laptop screen on the coffee table. “The actress? The one who got turned into a fox lady?”

“The one and only,” Anna replied. “You’ve done great work, but let me take it from here. I know you can’t be at the Transformation Convention in person, either of you, but your legacy is secure. And frankly, I’m looking forward to making the news again.”

Jessica and Alex shared a glance together, one that was a little nervous. The pair were the best of friends, and had been most of their lives. Once they had been human, up until an attempt to get back at a bully had backfired when Jessica drank a transformative concoction made by the Wandering Witch Tila. Slowly she had transformed into an incredibly busty, four-breasts cowgirl, complete with a tail, horns, black-and-white Holstein pattern fur, cow ears, hooves for feet, and even a freakin’ udder between her legs. She’d also gotten pregnant thanks to her new and powerful mating instinct, and with quadruplets no less. Overwhelmed with guilt, her best friend Alex had then taken the same concoction to always be her friend, and had ended up even more of a cowgirl; she had beautiful brown fur, somehow even larger breasts and a fuller udder between her thighs, and unlike Jessica actually had a cow-like snout as well, much to her embarrassment. She’d also gotten knocked up with octuplets, which meant that she needed every nipple and teat available to feed her brood. 

The pair ran a farm now. Jessica had gone on to have more adorable little anthro-calves with her human boyfriend, but Alex had struggled, trying to find a place for herself. Eventually, she and Jessica had organised the first Transformation Convention, the world’s first major and public meetup of transformees across the globe. It had been a resounding success, so much so that Alex had finally discovered love in a very, very hunky and well-endowed minotaur named Carter, who had once been a female childcare worker named Caitlin. The two had ended up dating quickly, and he had taken to her eight children as if he really was their father. Naturally, with her powerful mating instinct and his minotaur virility, the pair had quickly found quite a lot of sexual passion between the two of them.

It had also meant that she’d gotten knocked up with octuplets yet again, and was now swollen and endlessly producing milk during a time when she hoped to be organising the Second Transformation Convention. 

Enter Anna Conn. An ordinary weather woman with a visible distaste for the fluff piece nature of her job and especially when having to interact with zoo animals for a bit. She’d been cursed by the infamous witch Morgan LaFaye during a weather report at a zoo, and as a result was now an fourteen-foot tall giraffe woman, complete with the huge neck, long legs, and yellow fur with the brown puzzle-piece patterning that giraffes are known for. And, because Morgan could be a real bitch, she’d also grown a set of wide hips and enormous tits that had made her a follow-up hit on the internet following her televised humiliation. After several months of recovery and adjustment, the opportunistic former weather woman was now keen to host the Second Transformation Convention, a way to get back into the spotlight and present herself as a saviour figure, something that Alex and Jessica were definitely sensing now.

“Just remember it’s about the transformees, Anna,” Jessica butted in. She was not pregnant, but was feeding four of her babies - two on her upper breasts, and two toddlers from her open udder. “It’s not about a media circus. It’s about normalising people like us. I’m very proud of Alex for threading that needle so well last time.”

“Don’t worry at all, Jessica! I’m doing this for them, I assure you. I was transformed on live television; I know something about the humiliation of public spectacle. I’ve even ensured that disability ramped for our centaur and mermaid transformees are all up to code, and that the access doors are high enough for enlarged individuals like myself. Trust me, we’re going to take the world by storm!”

Alex frowned, and not just because her massive litter was kicking about inside her belly, causing her overly-engorged udder to spurt milk into the well-placed bucket between her legs. “That last sentence seems to contradict the previous ones,” she noted.

“Not at all! We’re going to make transformation sexy! We’re going to make it chic! I  know a lot about how the entertainment industry works; I wasn’t just a weather woman, you know.”

“Yes, I’m aware,” Alex said bluntly. “You were also with several gossip rags. The kind that makes money off of people like us.”

At this, the giraffe woman in the video frowned, her stalks straightening. “I promise you, I take this very seriously as my come back. Er, I mean, as part of my come back to public appearances and news delivery, I take this very seriously.”

“Uh-huh,” Alex said. She turned to Jessica and regarded her Holstein-patterned friend, whispering to her. “Are we sure we can’t get Caitlin the Cowtaur to hold this thing?”

“She refused. She’s in calving season too, only with a bull because of her farming situation.”

“Ew.”

“Yes, that’s how she put it. She’s also marrying the farmer’s son not long after birth. I think she’s making a claim on the whole farm soon.”

“Oh, good for her!”

“I think we also don’t want to establish some kind of cowgirl supremacy over these proceedings, Alex.”

“I guess you’re right. It’s just, I don’t trust this Anna. She seems more opportunistic and-”

“Hello! What are you talking about?”

The two cowgirls responded as one. “Nothing!”

“Well, fantastic. I’ll make sure you’ve got access to the streams for all our panels. Would you like me to review them again for you?”
“Please,” said Jessica, who was generally the more polite and optimistic of the two.

“Beyond our initial entrance space, we have the following:

1. A Gender Change Conversation Space: for all our gender-swapped friends, of course.

2. A Childcare Area for Mothers, Fathers, and Broodmares: since so many of us end up, ahem, in the family way. Not me, I take contraception for my needs, of course.

3. The suggested Aliens Among Us panel is ready. We have a number of individuals transformed by aliens or into aliens ready to give talkies.

4. A special appearance from the cast of Nightmare on Halloween the 13th, along with other transformee actors and extras. Tori Peters will be present.

5. Artist Alley is twice as big as last time, with numerous creations for sale for various fans.

6. The Twinning Panel is also ready, for people with distributed minds and bodies.

So you can see, we’re all very prepared here in Seattle! You two can rest easy!”

Alex made a scoffing sound at this, her hoof-hands spreading out over her colossally pregnant belly. 

“Fat luck with that,” she said, though her mind was starting to go to her minotaur babydaddy Carter. He’d be back from work soon, and she loved his fur all sweaty. Mhmm, he really loved her pregnant too.

Jessica ribbed her with an elbow. “Focus, moo.”

“Sorry, Bessica. Fine, Anna. Thanks for organising all of this. We’re really hoping the Transformation Convention will continue in years to come.”

The giraffe woman grinned, adjusting her blouse which was straining to contain her massive furry breasts. “Naturally, of course it shall! And I look forward to being part of the annals of its creation! No doubt this will help my resuscitating career! All the best, you two! And good luck with all the calves, Alex! Can’t imagine birthing that many, my goodness! Fair well and farewell.”

The call terminated, and Alex grunted as her babies squirmed inside her overstuffed womb. Her udder was leaking again, and her four head-sized breasts as well. Thankfully, she was wearing custom maternity bras, the kind which would be on sale at the Artist Alley at the convention.

“You know, I really don’t trust her,” she said to Jessica.

Her cowgirl friend moved one of her babies to her other upper breast. “You don’t trust anyone.”

“I trust you. Do you trust Anna?”

Jessica sighed. “I trust her to do the job well. As for self-promotion? Maybe she’ll reign it in a little?”

Alex rolled her eyes. “Good luck with that.”

***

Anna Conn stood proudly on a raised dais inside the enormous complex of buildings where the Transformation Convention was taking place. She was dressed in a royal purple blouse that tastefully showed off her spectacular furry cleavage, hugging her large bosom well but not showing too much as to be scandalous. She wore a black skirt, modified to allow her long giraffe tail through and to show off her very long giraffe legs, but with a culotte design to avoid people being able to look up her skirt with ease. That had been an issue she had discovered several months ago after finally daring to go out in public in her new post-Morgan curse body; with her immense height, any man walking past could look straight up at her anthro-giraffe underwear with ease. More than a few had, in fact.

But now here she was, empowered and brilliant, looming over the proceedings like a queen and relishing the sensation of being at the centre of it all again. The doors had been flung open, and a whole hosts of transformees from around the country and even across the world were flooding in. She held her microphone, making sure that her cameraman Jared from her TV station days was capturing her good side, and began her recited speech.

“Welcome, welcome! Welcome one and all to the Second Transformation Convention, organised by yours truly, Anna Conn! I’ve been a weather woman. I’ve been an entertainment specialist. I’ve been a columnist and a daring journalist. But as you no doubt all know, I’m now also a transformee like you. Once ashamed of my changes, but no more! I embrace my changed side, giraffe pattern and all, and so should you! This is going to be a spectacular day, and I’ve organised a lot for you all! Make sure to come in and validate your tickets - the ones with my beautiful face upon them - and if you wish to get an autograph I’ll be charging only twenty five dollars - that’s per signature, by the way.”

They entered, moving past her, some of them waving, especially young children. A little girl who looked like a really adorable demon waved, and Anna waved back, soaking up the attention. It made her grin, her giraffe tail flicking happily behind her.

Those losers at Channel 9 were fools to cut me! They could have been the first broadcaster in the nation to have a known transformee boosting their ratings, but just wait until I’ve finished today. I’ll be back on top, and I won’t be doing the weather!

She continued her speech, introducing the various features and conventions, the set times for talks and panels, and so on. The stream of transformees continued. A little over half looked to be regular humans, or mostly human - there were a few people who looked like elves or had small things like ram’s horns and the like. One individual looked strangest of all; one moment he was a regular human being with brown hair and a casual dress style, and then suddenly he seemed to just . . . garble up like a bad TV feed or broken video stream with a bad connection. Numerous refractions of him trembled on the spot, alarming nearby persons, and then this multidimensional effect immediately stopped, and in the man’s place was a classy lady who looked like she’d been pulled from a 1940’s film. She wore a stylish old-school green dress and had her hair curled like Katherine Hepburn’s, with beautiful thick eyebrows and full lips. The figure frowned.

“Sorry!” she said to the crowd. “Interdimensional transformation. It happens from time to time. I become alternate versions of myself. I guess this version of me is a lady from some kind of old-school world, huh?”

The crowd calmed, and Anna herself blinked, shuffling on her very long feet.

Well, she thought. At least I don’t quite have that level of randomness in my life.

More entered. Centaurs walking carefully on hooves. Mermaids in wheelchairs, sometimes being pushed forward by helpful husbands and boyfriends. A pair of pixies, male and female, flying through. A whole host of pregnant women. A few succubi and incubi. A lizard man who looked like a scaled-down godzilla, and so on. There was even a poor woman being wheeled forward with the aid of a customised mobility device with enormous scoops at the front. This was because her breasts were literally the size of small cars, dominating her figure so that the rest of her looked like an afterthought. 

“Can I help you, ma’am?” one of the convention workers asked her.

“Yeah,” she said, sighing. “Go back in time a year, tell me not to touch that sacred breastfeeding idol. Oh, you meant help me now? Yeah, tell me where I can find a pumping station so my stuff can hook me up.”

Well, at least I got long legs to go with my bosom, Anna thought. I wonder if I can secure a puff piece from her later?

There were more than a few very beautiful women who entered, including some who looked like they were part of some kind of gym workout group together. Most of the gender-changed crowd had dynamite figures that made the anthro-giraffe a little jealous of their more human shape, but others were dressed so provocatively that one of the security guards approached.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but you can’t be dressed like that,” he said, accosting a very busty black woman wearing nothing more than showy pink lingerie that cupped her large breasts up to perfection.

Anna strode forward - easy, with her enormous gate. “Officer, wait! Officer! She’s wearing a Curse badge!”

“That’s damn right!” the woman said. “You think I wanna be stuck as a big-titted lady wearing lingerie in public? Thanks to my bitchy ex-girlfriend complaining about how I wanted her to dress up all sexy once in a while, I can’t not dress sexy, damn it! I can literally only wear fucking lingerie as clothing, even in public!”

The security guard backed up. “I’m, uh, sorry!”

Anna reached down with a long arm and passed the woman a gift voucher - one, naturally, with her own anthro-giraffe face on it for brand creation purposes. “My deepest apologies. Not everyone understands us. This will entitle you to free food at our all-you-can eat. Just don’t accidentally take the alien food at the end.”

The dark-skinned woman smiled. “Hey, yeah, thanks. I’m Brent. Brigit now, I guess.”

Anna shook her hand. “Anna Conn, host of the convention.”

The woman put her hands on her wide hips. “Yeah, I know. I saw you transform live. Wild stuff.”

Anna frowned. Damn it, she thought. Was everyone in the world watching that day? No one ever mentions me from the times before I changed!

But instead she smiled. “It was definitely wild, I can agree with that.”

“And now you’re hosting this. Crazy. I’ve only been changed two weeks. My ex is a witch.”

“I know a fair bit about witches. Was it Morgan?”

“Nah, just some girl called Talia. Made me a chick. Gave me huge tits and forced me to only wear lingerie. At least I don’t get too hot and cold or whatever; any weather is fine for me. But it’s the libido I can’t stand. You got that, right?”

Anna bit her lip. Fuck. Why did she have to mention that?

Already, her loins began to tingle. Morgan the Witch had cursed her to have a very strong mating instinct, which she had literally indulged on live television the day she had changed. And now Brigit’s words were reminding her body of that very need.

“Y-yes,” she said. “M-mating instinct. Comes on at the w-worst of times.”

“Don’t I know it!” Brigit said, gesturing to herself. “And because I only dress like this now, and I got the body of a goddess, I just can’t help but sleep with a heap of guys. Thankfully I got this host of buddies willing to help me out. I mean, I know they’re getting their dicks wet out of it, sleeping with a hottie like me, but at least they’re helping me and ain’t trying to make me their girlfriend or whatever. It’s a fuckbuddy situation so I don’t go giving rando strangers blowjobs and-”

Anna stood up straight, right to her fourteen feet of height. “S-sorry!” the anthro-giraffe exclaimed. “I have some - er - business to attend to! Convention stuff, I’m sure you understand! Thank you Brigit, and I wish you all the best with the clothing situation! Check out our artist alley for some lovely options you may wish to peruse!”

She literally stepped over members of the crowd as she made her way back to Jared the cameraman, who was already professionally turning off the camera and folding it away.

Oh, he’s so good. And handsome. And virile. That last part is most important of all.

“Mating instinct?” he asked her.

“Mating instinct,” she replied. “I’ve set aside a side room for us, one that can take my height and length, depending on how we go about it. You are ready to meet my needs, aren’t you, Jared?”

He smirked. “Hey, it’s part of the contract, right?”

“Please, I’m not some fucking prostitute. I just need - ohhhhh - I’m getting so horny. I just need you to meet the needs of my estrus. Oh f-fuck, it’s strong this time. That damn bitch of a witch. This is why I couldn’t get that anchorwoman job.”

“And because your head went offscreen.”

“Shut up,” she said. “Just get on my shoulders so I can us there quickly. I’ve got a convention to run, so mate me quickly.”

Jared chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”

She grabbed him got him up on her shoulders, and moved swiftly over the crowd to a side room that was held just for her use. The two entered, locking the door behind then, and then she was already tearing off her blouse and skirt and positioning herself so that her cameraman and quasi-partner could mount her.

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned as he entered her. “That’s the s-stuff! Mhmmm! When my career s-skyrockets, Jared, I promise I’ll take you with me! Ahhhh!!!”

To Be Continued . . .