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Rat Paws Transformation

Victim POV:

As you walk along the streets of Sunnyglade, you suddenly feel your mind assaulted by visions of a cave, of being able to easily move through it, carrying your owner proudly across slippery rocks, every step sure and precise. Your claws digging into the earth to make sure they never fall. The vision lasted only seconds, but you come back feeling a longing, like waking up from a pleasant dream. That feeling is only interrupted by another blast of magic rushing past your face. You're under attack, and you need to react!

This time, you see the swirling magic surrounding your head and are able to cast it away quickly before moving to attack, only to find yourself caught in another wave of mental magic. You're back in the cave, but whereas before you were seeing the view from your owner's eyes, now you're much closer to the ground. You see a snout with a wiggling nose in front of your eyes and realize you're a rat! This realization lasts only a moment before your conscious mind fades to the instincts of the rat. You skitter across the floor of the cave, sniffing for food when an unknown scent hits your nose and you feel attracted to it. You follow your nose to the source and your nose bumps against one of those hairless two-legged creatures' paws, your nose breathing in that earthen musky scent and feeling so thrilled by it. The vision snaps away as you come back to yourself. You see the very same foot pressed on your face and quickly push it away. Your attacker is standing above you, stumbling back slightly as you push them and get up, noticing some of your hair has fallen out and your skin definitely looks much more pink now.

As you stumble to your feet, the magic blasts you in the chest again and that vision comes back. This time you're once again at ground level, but you're not quite "seeing" in the usual sense. You feel the ground and what remnants of your mind are left paint a rudimentary picture of the rock and earth beneath you. You feel a pleasant weight above you, pressing down on your body. It feels so right, so nice. It's right where you belong, beneath your owner, carrying them on your strong body. You start to feel pleasure in your crotch, or... toes? Yes, that's where your toes are. It feels so very nice when your owner wiggles your toes. Wait, this isn't right! The thought comes in suddenly and you cast off that vision. In your daze of waking up from that dream, you feel disconnected, like something is very wrong with your body. Or just different, this is how it shou-no! It's wrong! You look up and see your own- your attacker above you, standing on your stomach, their toes playing with your crotch, it feels so very good, you don't want it to end. But no! You have to fight back! You push yourself up to a sitting position and they jump off, turning to resume the attack. You are alarmed to see a hole has formed in your stomach, perfectly sealed and centered, but not right at all either.

This time when you are struck, your body is split in half before you can blink, from your neck down through your crotch before your mind is taken by the vision. You are once again feeling the ground around you, you feel strong and sure of yourself. You are the one that carries your owner around and you know that it's one of the most important jobs you could have. You are their feet, their paws, and you do your job with pride. Plus it helps that every time they tell you to take a step, you feel pleasure as your toes touch the ground. You even can sense your smell, it's a strong, earthen musky scent that feels so good to "breathe" in. You don't really breathe in the normal sense, but you let it cloud every scrap of thought you have. That scent you put off for your owner leaves you wanting only to do your job in the hopes that your owner will have you worshipped and tended to by someone. It feels so good to be touched, you want it as much as you can ge- You snap free from the vision once more. This time your mind is clouded and you feel off. It's hard to think, you can smell your owner's feet, but you manage to regain control enough to keep in the fight. As your sight clears and you're able to focus, you realize you are trapped on the ground now, staring up at your attacker. Their feet have merged into your crotch and your legs are being drawn up towards their ankles even as you watch. A small dusting of brown fur growing in where your legs are merging up. You launch up a spell but really can't do much more than wiggle on the ground under them at this point.

You manage to squirm out of the way of another spell, despite it being a point blank one from above you. You think you stand a chance, you are proud of the job you're doing for your owner. You aren't just some weak feet that sit there idly, you do your job... with... pri- No, what? You realize too late that the actual attack came from within you, them? Both? Either way, your vision is swimming away, your mind taken by a torrent of musky sweat after a long, hard day of walking. You find yourself being allowed to rest in a grassy meadow, the earth and grass feel so nice and soft compared to the hard cement of the streets of the city. It's so peaceful and nice you could just relax and enjoy it forever. Then your owner sits down and reaches towards you, their fingers working into your tired muscles, your "crotch" stirs in their grip though it goes unnoticed by them. It feels like the most pleasurable masturbation you've ever felt. The aches and pains of the day melting away into pleasure and bliss. You could drift off to sleep with this attention and just let yourself go entirely... So nice... So peaceful... So much happiness... But then you snap back to reality, almost regrettably. You were enjoying it and part of you wanted to stay there. But you're not out of this just yet. Sure, your legs are gone, your stomach and chest now absorbed into the growing lumps around your attacker's ankles, your arms are shriveled up. But you can still fight! For a tiny bit longer at least. Maybe.

You're done, you just don't have any will left to fight it. You're not sure you even want to fight it anymore. That feeling of joy and pleasure. The pride of serving a purpose. It's so enticing, so desirable. You finally just give in, feeling approval from your new owner as your body shrivels and shrinks up into the mass. There's a bright pink hue to you, you're uncertain what part of you forms into what, but you can basically feel everywhere as the blob of pink flesh forms out toes and claws. Bones, nerves, all your new parts come in from your new owner as they use you to stand there. You are serving your purpose. That realization sends a jolt of pleasure through you. You feel some slight control over your toes as you form into these rat paws, these strong and precise paws to carry your owner wherever they desire you too. Your soft flesh is ready for rubbing and worship. You are in your proper place and you let yourself enjoy the heavy musk coming off of your entire bodies as you give into that pleasure. You'll do your job, and you know you'll do it well.

Transformer POV:

You spot a prime victim to turn into those perfect paws to use and let out a soft, almost wave of magic that wraps around their head before wrapping in. $VICTIM_NAME$ stumbles a bit and by the vacant expression on their face, it's clear your first attack worked. You felt a presence in the back of your mind, vague, like feeling through a limb that has fallen asleep on you. Slightly tingling there you get faint visions from it, but they're too unclear. You shake your head and launch a more direct attack as that vision clears, but it seems your victim has recovered already from your mental attack and dodges the magic.

This time you plan ahead with your attack, two of those waves should disable them long enough to make them your new paws. Unfortunately, your victim was ready this time and only got hit by your second. You smirk and move over quickly, the enemy on the ground, and plant your foot on their face. As soon as your foot presses on their skin, you feel that presence again in the back of your mind. This time it is much more clear, but still faint. The connection isn't complete yet obviously but you can see your victim's vision. They are a rat and running across a cave floor, moving to your paws, err, feet. As you realize their thoughts are so focused on the scent of your feet that it begins to press on your own thoughts, you clear away the vision from yourself. Doing so, though, releases your victim and they shove you away from them. Though you are pleased to see that the physical changes have begun already, some of their hair is missing and their skin looking much more pink now.

You blast your victim again, pushing down on their mind and body, pushing away their consciousness. It's much easier to work the physical changes without them fighting you. Much more fun to be so close and personal with it. You move over quickly, standing on them this time and rubbing your toes over their crotch. Utilizing pleasure as a distraction is a simple, but tried and true tactic in any duel. Your feet begin to fuse with them slightly, giving you more of the same vision you were giving them this time. Slightly more clear, less tingly like the previous one, but still vague and disconnected. You see their vision of sensing the earth beneath them, their toes wiggling in the dirt and pleasure coming from it. Meanwhile outside of the vision, your feet are sinking into their stomach, fusing with their body as they are trapped in their own mind. But then they begin to wake up, their own magic reacting defensively and sealing away from your feet but leaving an obvious hole in the middle of their body. It's almost funny that their magic reacted that way but they were sitting up to fight again now so you move back to continue your magical assault.

Now when you strike with your magic, you start the process of splitting them, almost entirely separating their body into two parts down the middle, utilizing that hole they already had. You step into the crevice between their two halves, slightly disappointed their head was still together, but that's not a problem. It can be fixed shortly. You press your feet to either side of their body and focus the magic on merging them into your body. You start with the legs, watching as their own feet and limbs shrivel and merge up into your calves, you can already feel the strength from that pink flesh as it forms into a blob around your feet. You're not even certain your feet still exist in those blobs but that's alright, you're replacing those anyways with this victim. You feel their vision in your mind, focused on the smell of your musky paws - the paws they were becoming. Their mind giving into the musky smell, enjoying it and letting it cloud out their thoughts. You almost thought you won already until they threw it off but it was too late for them to try and run now as they are already attached to you rather firmly.

This time you decide to feint an obvious attack at them, seeing their face turn to one of triumph and pride as they think they dodge it, but then realization dawns on them as they feel the magic flowing through your direct connection to them. Too late. They were lost in their vision once more as you work to merge more of their body into that blob of flesh attached to your ankles. You watch their arms dwindle down, their stomach and chest mostly merged into your body now. It wouldn't be long as you peek at the vision they're seeing. Your connection is much stronger now and you can see into their mind far more clearly than before. They were sweaty and tired from a day of walking across concrete sidewalks. You decide in the vision to head to the park to give them a nice break with the soft earth and grass. You sit down and begin to massage them. You can feel the pleasure they experience from this, the pure bliss of a simple massage. A small part of you envies them for that simple and pure enjoyment they were getting but it was still better to be the one being carried around day to day. They struggle and pull back but you can see that they almost didn't want to. It would not be much longer now.

At last, the magic you were sending into their body has finished. You smile down at the two blobs attached to you and begin to focus on forming them into those proper paws you had first envisioned when designing this spell. Pink flesh forming into strong, powerful rat paws. Toes forming out, sturdy claws to grip onto the earth with. This was a fine bit of work that you couldn't help but be proud of. These paws would serve you very well. You could see the remnants of your victim's thoughts in the back of your mind and feel their pride to serve and their longing to be massaged and worshipped like beautiful paws like these should be. You flex your strong ratty paws and set off into the city once more, in search of more victims - perhaps even someone to tend to your new paws.

Discovery Message

Wandering through the cave, you once again slip on a wet rock, almost sending you crashing to the ground to crack your skull open. Crap, you seem to have cut your foot as you're going. These feet you're born with just are not working for anything. Sure, you could get some boots, but those would just be so cramped. There's got to be a better solution for this, isn't there? You're a mage, a wielder of great power and mystical energies for crying out loud! Why must your flesh be so weak and pliable!?

Then you notice a rat scurrying across the very same rocks you've been slipping and cutting yourself on just moments ago. It doesn't seem to have even the slightest difficulty at all, clinging to the rocks and scavenging for food. With the simplest of cantrips, you snatch it up and look at it more closely. The rat squirms in the grip of your magic, but there's not a single cut or bruise. The paws on this little animal aren't quite the same as humans, why couldn't you be born with similar paws? Able to go wherever you please without a problem?

But of course! That's how you'll fix your plight! With a slight adjustment, these rat paws could be improved on and be even better than a rat or human's feet! You smile to yourself and set the rat back down, dropping some crumbs for the animal's trouble and carefully pick your way back out of the cave. It's time to find yourself a nice "volunteer" to be your new, improved paws.

Description of Form

These paws are a rather stunning masterpiece. Not quite paws, definitely not feet. But something better. There's no way nature made something so magnificent and grand to behold. The way the pink, fleshy surface was preserved. The sharp, strong claws. The flexible toes for gripping. These were definitely someone before, that much is clear, but no more. Now they are the perfect paws for exploring through the depths of caves, wandering the streets, climbing, scampering, jumping, these rat paws will not let down the person they've become a part of. Every step fills their owner with satisfaction and confidence that their next step will be just as sure as the last. The former person's mind focused entirely on making sure their owner never falters in their stride.

Description of Item

These are the paws of a rat, but slightly different, adapted to be on someone that normally walks on two legs. Once human, these paws' mind is gone to the musk and strength of their new form. There are twitches and movement from the toes as if there's some control over the movement of the paws, if only barely, that their owner does not fully control. They seem to tug towards other feet and paws, though especially hands that come close, almost like they long to be touched, massaged, and worshipped. After all, paws like these definitely deserve attention for how hard they work and the pride they take in every sure step of their owner.