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Ms. Dec 2022: Ice Queen
🕑 Added 2022-12-17 02:00:03 +0000 UTCTrigger #102: The Ice Queen of Sala City
Individual Class: A meteorologist bestowed with the powers of Winter by Mother Nature herself.
Transformation Type: TG, Corruption. Bitchification.
Threat Level: Benevolent. Has been using her powers over snow and frost to somewhat counteract the effects of climate change, and hold those directly exacerbating its effects directly responsible.
Subject: Dr. Jaqueline Verglas, F, 28, formerly Dr. Jack Veglas, AMAB, 28.
The following is a biographical account of events based on the subject's own testimonies and several eyewitness accounts.
It should have snowed by now.
This thought bounced around in Dr. Verglas's mind over and over again as the elevator dropped much like his heart did into his stomach, floor after floor.
It should have snowed by now in New England but it hasn't. And Fall basically didn't happen. The summers have been getting hotter, the winters have been getting colder, and no one who can do something about it gives a damn.
Dr. Verglas had been invited to MOM Co. Headquarters as an "environmental advisor" for their new "Going Green" initiative. Of course, he didn't realize halfway through his presentation on greenhouse gases that it was all just a publicity stunt. The extent of their "Going Green" initiative was simply to recolor the company's signature pink logo to green for a few months or so and wait for people to forget their factories made up the vast majority of carbon dioxide emissions for the last two centuries. His visit was just so they could rubber stamp his name all over their press releases. "MOM teams up with star environmentalist Dr. Verglas to fight climate change!'
What a joke.
The implications of the climate hell that had been created despite his and other's best efforts aside, Dr. Verglas was upset by recent weather for a more personal reason.
I was really hoping for a white Christmas... He sighed to himself as he stared up at the cold grey sky. Not a single snowflake, nor a hint of a single cloud greeted him. In fact it was still rather warm for the season, although he knew a record cold that would most likely leave thousands without power or heat was just around the corner.
"I wish I could do more. I wish I wasn't always so... polite, so agreeable... so cowardly... I just wish I could do more..."
As that thought crossed his mind, so too did a great shadow. It covered his surroundings in pink, much like a Thanksgiving balloon casts light below it.
Idly, he looked up and was startled to find the face of a gargantuan, spectral woman floating above him. She wore no clothing aside from what looked like earth's continents adorning her breasts, and flowers wrapped in her hair like a crown. Her face was mature, bemused, and matronly.
"You say you would like to do more, my daughter...?" she said, her voice reverberating through his every bone, and yet, soothing, like a mother's lullaby. "Very well. You shall be my most valuable piece in this little chess game. I shall turn you from a pawn... into my Queen."
Her dainty pointer finger, more like a 12 foot tall pillar to Verglas, tapped him gently on the head.
An icy cold shiver went up his spine.
And then that same shiver went everywhere else.
It felt like a bucket of ice water was filling him up, poured directly into the very core of his being.
His whole body lost sensation, going numb, until what felt like the most comfortable warmth of his life came flooding back in.
In what little lucidity remained in his mind, Verglas was convince he was going into hypothermic shock. But then the changes started. Strange, frightening... but wonderful changes.
Not unlike frostbite, the changes started at his extremities and worked their way inward. His fingers and toes slimmed, becoming dainty and graceful. His skin turned as white and as soft as the freshly fallen snow. Any hair below his eyebrows fell off of his body like icicles rattled off a rooftop, while that above grew long, silky, and sharp. His face was packed and molded like snow is into snowballs, and crunched like such as nose shrank, his eyes angled, his lips plumped and turned icy blue. Instead of looking like a sallow, frozen corpse, her body was resplendent, sparkling like snowflakes in sunlight.
Toned muscle and boxed shoulders gave way to slimmed, slender limbs, wide, motherly hips, and a thin waist. His penis and testicles shrank and retreated up into his body, seeking warmth. Instead, they were rearranged, sculped and shaved like ice into a new vagina and ovaries. The heat from her new sex sparked clouds of hot steam between her legs just the same as one could see their own breath in winter air.
Fat was packed onto her body like snow onto a snowman. She could almost feel a master craftsman's hands packing inch after inch just under her skin, in all the right places. Her thighs were big enough they rubbed together just standing. Her hips and ass grew like two snowballs rolled downhill, becoming rounder and heavier by the second.
And finally, her chest. Two massive lumps of fat sloshed like slushy ice water as they balloons beneath her skin. Her areolas grew into tea cups, her nipples hardening into ice cutters. They were heavy, and she could hardly move her arms without rubbing them. But they were right. They were hers. And they were glorious.
Clothes crept up her body like frost on a window pane. A necklace of sparkling icicles. Whatever height she lost was returned by a pair of glittering glass heels. A form fitting dress colored like frozen lake water glazed over her curves.
And finally, a crown of pure crystalized ice, fit for a queen.
Dr. Jack Verglas was no more.
In his place stood the Ice Queen, powerful and resplendent, admiring her reflection in a nearby window.
Her heart, once so vulnerable, fragile, and cowardly, froze over into one of pure icy conviction and resolve.
No longer was she a weak, pathetic man taking the path of least resistance.
She was an ice cold bitch.
She was the wrath of winter incarnate.
And she was going to march back up there, in front of all those rich fucks who profit off of the destruction of her planet, and she was going to do a hell of a lot more than "nip at their noses."
From the desk of
Mira Alcott
Head-Mistress of Transformations
(Special thanks to Wyvernstrafe for the suggestion, to my Test Readers, and to all of you for your support!)
Comments
gamefreak2381
Perfect timing since Germany got after many years finally much snow and -11 degree Celsius
Violet Velvet
I for one welcome our new Nature overlords!
Vtsparks
Absolutely lovely stuff! The description of it all and the small details are really damn cool! (No pun intended) Fantastic work Mira, and I can 100% agree with wantin snow around this time of year (as someone livin south of Philly)
LilRobin
Damn talk about a frigid bitch.
The Transformistress
Eh, he'll thaw, he'll be fine
TashaTheWitchQueen
Natural disaster?
TashaTheWitchQueen
I love the detail of snowflakes for her eyes, she’s so pretty! Great work Mira 💕 ❄️. (Also as a Bostonian I can confirm a white Christmas is rare especially nowadays but after new years is brutal)
Haushagen
Oooooohhh i love this
Star Journeyfriend
YOOOOO the description of the transformation on this one was magnificent, Mira! That was so fire 🔥! Or..... rather, ice cold 🥶
temper blum0
She killed him right, we all see that and not just me
Clint Hill
Ho boy, won't she be a ray of sunshine to mingle with... 🤦♂️
