Transcript Start<br /><br />Moving swiftly through the crowded convention center, Aiko swept her gaze over the many booths that filled the massive hall, neon pink drills bobbing left and right with her gaze.<br /><br />A geek of sorts, the young woman jumped at any opportunity to visit a convention, be they small and niche or big and famous, the young woman had never been disappointed with what they all had to offer. But unlike other conventions Aiko had attended, this one seemed to radiate a strange energy, drawing in more patrons than usual for such a secluded event.<br /><br />An energy that would see Aiko through a myriad fates, for better or worse&#8230;<br /><br />Setting her sights on a weird booth with no name promoting what looked to be a variety of painting tools, Aiko trotted over towards the table lined with bottles and paintbrushes, eyeing each one with curiosity, wondering what the strange language plastered over each bottle meant.<br /><br />&#8220;Hello dear, interested in my booth?&#8221;<br /><br />Jolting her shoulders in surprise, Aiko eyes up the scantily clad foreign lady leaning against the doorway leading to the interior of a small room that seemed to be the main focus of the booth, with a faint hint of perfume beginning to grace the stunned girl's nose as she stared into the woman&#8217;s violet pupils, unable to look away.<br /><br />&#8220;Uhh, yeah! T-Tattoo&#8217;s? Sure I am!&#8221;<br /><br />&#8220;Hmhm, you could call them tattoos I suppose&#8230;come, join me.&#8221;<br /><br />Normally Aiko would&#8217;ve been cautious when following strangers, but for some reason, something inside her compelled her forward, obeying without a word as she stepped through the curtains and into the well decorated booth, the heavy aroma of floral scents in the air instilling calm into Aiko as she takes a seat in front of the woman, staring straight into her wondrous eyes&#8230;<br /><br />&#8220;Now then, show me your arm dear.&#8221;<br /><br />Dipping her fingers in the dark oily paste sloshing in a bowl, the woman grips Aiko&#8217;s outstretched arm gently, pushing up her sleeves to expose her lean shoulders, tracing tribal patterns across her skin. A serene look on her face as she watches the lady do her work despite the strange changes afflicting her body&#8230;<br /><br />With every completed pattern, Aiko&#8217;s skin begins to take on a darker tone, her pale complexion slowly being painted over with an ebony hue as the woman moves on to her other arm, doing the same as Aiko&#8217;s clothes shift and change, her dress shrivelling up into simple rags decorated with similar tribal patterns that left most of her toned midriff and long curvy legs exposed, clear muscle definition beginning to build up as her breasts balloon up a size or two, straining against the cloth as they settle into a pair of firm D cups.<br /><br />Even as the woman unties the rags wrapped around her waist to expose the smooth incline that led down to a thick bush, Aiko remained still as the cold touch spreads more and more of the paste over her lower half, a subtle blush on her face as her hips expand slightly, the musculature of a seasoned huntress building in her thighs alongside a healthy layer of fat to accentuate her curves as the woman&#8217;s dexterous fingers finishes up with the last pattern, tying the cloth back up around Aiko&#8217;s childbearing hips to give her some much needed modesty.<br /><br />Rising off the chair to inspect her creation, the woman circles back to Aiko&#8217;s rear, a startled gasp escaping her lips with the woman&#8217;s sudden application of more paint over her exposed back, a satisfactory nod signalling an end to the physical alterations.<br /><br />&#8220;You turned out quite nicely! Now&#8230;kindly move over to the mirror please.&#8221;<br /><br />Stepping away from the chair without a word, Aiko rose to her feet, now left bare with the ruination of her heels as she stood to attention in front of the mirror, a vapid smile on her face as the woman places a goat&#8217;s skull over her head, flooding Aiko&#8217;s mind with a fog, working in tandem with the heavenly aroma that numbed her thoughts and the woman&#8217;s hypnotic gaze to wipe her head clean of any lingering hopes of resistance from her current predicament, her neon pink hair slowly taking on a darker hue as her eyes take on the same violet coloration as the woman behind her.<br /><br />The moment Aiko had met the woman&#8217;s gaze, her fate had been sealed. Barely recognizable, the bubbly con-goer now resembled a tribal woman with her fluffy pink dress subsumed by torn rags that showed off her trained core and stunningly curvaceous body, accessories lined with bone shards and animal teeth adorned in the same tribal markings scrawled over her luscious ebony hide. The only thing remaining of the former Aiko being her face and drilled twintails as the woman finishes clasping the final necklace around Aiko&#8217;s slim neck.<br /><br />&#8220;There, all done, now be a good girl and &#8216;promote&#8217; the booth will you, Anri?&#8221;<br /><br />Nodding her head, the newborn tribal walks out the door, grabbing the ornate spear lying by the entrance on her way out, instantly drawing in the gazes of the strong crowd outside as they watched the entrancing beauty of the foreign woman brandishing her spear before them.<br /><br />By the end of the day, Anri&#8217;s spectacular performance had gathered up a sizable amount of income for the rather secluded booth, in addition to a bevy of sisters with the like minded idea of loyal servitude under their newfound Mistress&#8230;<br /><br />Transcript End<br /><br />A caption comm for <span class="username-with-symbol u"><a class="u regular username" href="https://www.deviantart.com/goldwyn11" target="_self">goldwyn11</a><span class="user-symbol regular" data-quicktip-text="" data-show-tooltip="" data-gruser-type="regular"></span></span> featuring his OC; Aiko being put through a gauntlet of changes as she enters a convention, with each cap covering a different outcome.