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Dreams In Between Realities (Papa Titan TF/PMC)

(Original Date of Upload: June 24, 2023)

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Written as a birthday gift for a friend of mine. As one would expect, Papa Titan from The Owl House was a rather large mood for me once I saw him. Although I wasn't expecting to write a TF of him so fast, but I wanted to give something special for my best friend's birthday! And in general it was really fun to write out. Titans have a unique structure to them that makes writing transformations into them a lot more complicated that other creatures. Not the hardest, but definitely far from the easiest. Hell, I don't think I perfected it yet. But ponky seemed to enjoy it either way, so I'm proud of the end result either way. Although if anyone questions what the heck is going on during the PMC, those are mostly just references to an RP that I was in alongside the friend I wrote this story for. So I apologize if any readers find that segment a bit confusing.

Getting a package in the mail at 10PM at night was… strange, to say the least. Especially since Parker hadn't initially recalled ordering anything in the past few weeks. If anything, Parker was worried that the knocking at the door was someone trying to intrude their home or something. But considering the fact they couldn't see anyone standing outside they, against better judgment, opened the door to see the aforementioned package sitting on their porch.

The object was a medium-sized cardboard box with no discernible logos printed on it. The only thing on it that stood out was the packaging label, which was relatively generic and didn't seem to point towards what was within the box or who would have sent it. Overall, very suspicious.

Parker walks into their living room and sets the box onto a table within it. They hesitantly cut the tape sealing the box with a conveniently placed box cutter, then slowly opened it…

Their eyes widened in surprise. "Oh!"

That's when they finally recalled everything. Roughly ten months ago they had, on a whim, bought a fan-made Owl House merch box. It was oddly cheap for the presumed quality, fourty or fifty dollars they could recall. But with the whole thing being fan-made it had inevitably taken a long time to produce and ship. Although the lack of shipping confirmation and numbers, and the fact this was brought to them in the middle of the night- Parker still found it a bit strange.

However, that didn't fully matter to Parker at this point anymore. They wiped the packing peanuts off the box within the box, being greeted with the sight of really well made artwork of the show's cast, both main and extended, printed onto the box. One could try and pick out all the characters visible on it if they wanted to.

They lifted the box out, pushed the other one back a bit, and set the container onto the table before promptly opening it. A sharp exhale exited Parker's mouth at the sight of the contents.

It was mostly a large amount of assorted objects that were neatly arranged within the box. The most prominent was a large book that contained various fan-made artworks like the one splayed on the box. There was an assortment of keychains featuring chibi versions of the characters, plus a few that looked like the various spell circles and coven sigils. Speaking of those iconic symbols, there was a bag containing slightly larger versions of those symbols connected to half a buckle of some kind. Parker raised a brow wondering what those were for before realizing…

"...is that a collar??"

No, it was a red leather choker. Weird thing to include in a box like this but whatever. Other than that the only other items were some other things like sticker sets and minifigures of a few Palismen. Overall, the box itself was interesting! Although something felt… missing?

Parker went back to the box the container came in and rummaged around the packing peanuts some more. That's when they found a small 'Thank you!' note, presumably from the creators of the box. However their hand also grazed something plastic, causing their attention to direct towards that strange something and pull it out.

It was a set of two connected clear bags containing two different, albeit very similar plushies! One of the plushies was of one King Clawthorne, and the other was a plushie of… the Titan?

"Father and son plushies," Parker said with a light chuckle.

They removed both plushies from their respective bags. The King one was removed first and set onto the table, Parker promptly moving onto the one of the Titan shortly after. Although after they did so they decided to inspect the object a bit more. The plush was of a character that didn't really appear for long in the show after all. Although in general it didn't look very different from the character in question. Comes with all the assortments: classic dad robe, Bad Girl Coven tee, pajama pants showcasing all the basic magic sigils. Even has a small plush worm coming out of its left eye.

Although as Parker's eyes drifted to stare into the eyes of the Titan plushie, they started to feel… weird. Tired? Parker failed to stifle a yawn, one escaping from their mouth rather quickly.

"Mmph, usually I can stay up longer than this," they commented. "It wouldn't hurt to go to sleep earlier, I suppose…"

With another yawn, Parker resolves to head to bed. Titan plushie in hand, they walked out the living room and made their way to their bedroom. Although unaware to them, a golden glow emanates from the single beady eye of the plushie, one of their eyes momentarily glowing in response…

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Darkness.

All they could see was darkness. All they could hear was nothing. Sensory feedback was null. It felt like a void. It is a void.

…isn't it?

No. Their senses were coming back. It felt… wet? Were they in some kind of body of water? Wait.

Parker's eyes snap open and they sit up. "Wha… huh?"

They look around. The ground was completely flooded in black fluid, the sky seemingly the same as well. There were massive walls surrounding them, almost bone-like and engraved. And in entirety the place was consumed with a green glow. But to Parker what stood out the most were the floating cubes. The place was… strange? Familiar…

"This is the In Between," Parker whispered to themselves as they stood up. They spiraled in the spot for a second awestruck at where they were. Then they decided to walk towards one of the cubes, the fluid beneath them wobbling under each step. But as they walked up to the cube, they saw… nothing. It seemed to be playing nothing but static, like its connection was lost.

"What the…"

They turned their head towards another cube nearby and walked towards that one. Static.

Another one, static. And another, still static. Each and every single one seemed to contain nothing but static. It was strange. It was… eerie.

"Why are they like this…" they then stopped to think. "And why am I here?" The last thing they could recall was heading to sleep. Perhaps this was a strange dream?

The air was then pierced by a sound. It sounded like… radio tuning? And the source was behind them, causing Parker to turn around in curiosity.

The radio tuning them transitions to a hazy feed. Various voices seem to talk, overlayed and muddled and hard to discern. Parker steps towards the source, that being a random cube. The visual feedback within the object was just as muddled, what seems to be tons of scenes playing and overlapped over each other.

Curious, Parker stretched out an arm. "What… are you-"

His question was cut off as his hand grazed the cube. In an instant the sound of glass shattering practically blasted within this weird dream-like space. The cube explodes, a sharp shard of it embedding in Parker's hand before dissipating a millisecond later. They feel a sharp pain for that millisecond, being forced to look at their palm to find the cause but only finding nothing.

The world around them then begins to crack, accompanied by more sounds of shattering glass. Parker looks around in a panic, but realizes everything a bit too late as the supposed reality collapses in on itself. The ground shatters beneath them, walls breaking apart, and more and more cubes explode. A void opens up beneath Parker and before they know it they begin to fall.

And fall.

And fall…

…actually, it's hard to tell if they're falling.

It feels like gravity exists, yet with the endless void around them it's truly hard to tell if it's affecting them. They look up to find the shattering dream realm, shards of the world falling down at a significantly slower pace as it seemed Parker was descending into the void faster than they were. Parker sighs, a strange feeling of… something overtaking them. Worry? Confusion? A shiver runs down their spine, and another sharp pain pierces their hand.

Looking at their hand Parker yet again finds nothing to source the pain back to. Their eyes linger on the palm however. Their hand still feels… unusual, and that unsuality only appears to exacerbate after a few seconds of idleness. Parker squinted their eyes as they looked a little closer at the hand. "Wha…?"

Things had already started off rather quickly as Parker witnessed many of their fingers beginning to merge with each other in both hands. The fingers that were fusing were the index finger with the middle, and the ring finger with the pinky, leaving the thumb relatively unscathed. The mass of each fusing merging as well resulting in Parker garnering rather thick fingers on each hand. This has even prompted the thumb to begin to swell up considerably in size for the sake of consistency among the now six fingers.

At the exact same time there seemed to be another set of changes ensuing. The skin upon the upper half of their fingers appeared to be hardening while each one merged, tone steadily darkening to a grayish-brown as flesh was turned to bone. The tips of each of their six fingers lost their roundness as well, sharpening out as if to give them more of a claw-like appearance.

The lower half of his fingers seemed to undergo a different transformation though, with dark gray fur emerging around the area before moving downwards to overlay their hands. It was at this point that their hands began altering in size, stretching outwards as they got larger. More and more short fur continued to poke out from the palms and backs of their hands as this occurred, almost looking to be like they were facilitating the growth in size. It wouldn't be long until the soft grays would fully consume each hand though, the fur reaching their wrists and moving forward as it crossed over to their arms.

"Huh?" Parker vocalized in confusion, curling their newly clawed hands. It wasn't very hard for them to connect the dots. These were way too familiar, way too recognizable to them. "These look just like a Titan's…"

They could start to feel the sleeves of their jacket begin to fill out, their forearms seeming to increase in size a bit as the fur cascaded forwards and upwards. Surprisingly, it wasn't itchy, instead giving them a sense of warmth that increased as it spread across their surface area. The increase in size also appeared to be a byproduct of muscle mass being added, although after a few seconds a softness was immediately piled on as fat accumulated on their arms. Thick, plump, and was also continuing to increase the tightness of the sleeves around their arms.

It only took a few seconds before the upper halves of the sleeves tightened as well. Parker's practically non-existent biceps and triceps bulked with mass before the crevices within their skin that signaled this gain in muscularity suddenly got filled out. Nice warm fat circling around their arms as the gray fluff moved up to their shoulders. Even the short sleeves of their undershirt were getting strained by their widening arms as everything reached the shoulder region.

Parker's attention got drawn away from their hands, moving both away from their face as they felt a welling in their body as a whole. Their form was widening, getting broader with each passing second and stretching both their jacket and undershirt as a whole. They could even see a few tufts of fur poke out from the sides of the somewhat deep neck of their undershirt. Parker watched the fur steadily converge to the middle of their body before it rushed down to their chest.

Dark gray furs increasingly formed around the area, their chest getting increasingly fluffier with additional changes inevitably following. The size of their pectorals were getting larger and meatier. But any gain in muscularity was shrouded almost instantly by a softness. Thick fat filled out the region and gave their chest a bit of a flabby look that could be akin to moobs of some kind. The size of them had even seemed evident in their shirt, filling it up with ease as creases formed within it due to their chest pushing up against it.

Concurrently, their abdominal region was undergoing the almost exact same type of alteration. The hem of their shirt slowly rode up their belly, and the belly itself bloated up with fat. A large amount of fat accumulated around the area, filling up and piling with each passing moment. A thick gut was practically swelling from their abdominal region as a result, and the fur steadily rushed over it with ease. Yet even then it looked soft, squishy, and pleasant. All of this fat gave a certain huggable quality to Parker's form.

"Oooh…" Parker vocalized softly, a hand on their gut while another hand scratched at their neck, bony claws meeting with the slowly fluffing area. "So… soft…" they said with a pleasant rub of their belly.

They then blinked a few times, swallowing a lump that was forming in their throat. "Did my voice…" Parker paused for a second, taking in the sudden alteration. "My voice is deepening?"

Deeper, almost commanding. Yet it seemed to possess a sort of welcoming, calm kindness to it. All the while it sounded like it was garnering a layering effect. Some of the layering sounded like Parker, some of it sounded like someone else, and they knew exactly who that someone else was.

"It's evident this isn't King…" Parker said with another squish of their belly. They could feel their body continue to morph. Their form still widening, their shirt tearing down the middle a bit with fur poking out of the rip. The hem of the undershirt was still being tugged over their gut. Their spine felt like it was stretching out as well, inches being added each and every second for at least a small while.

Tall and large with a body filled with fat. "Not just a Titan," their voice cracked as it deepened again. "The Titan…"

King and Queen, Best of Both Things…

Their thoughts were broken as they felt a bit of pressure forming in their back and the base of their spine. Two bumps slowly rose from the furred back of Parker, and after a few seconds hard bony spikes emerged from those bumps and began to poke holes in the fabric of their shirt. This pressure only seemed to increase as time went on, Parker wheezing a bit as they hunched and curled to alleviate the pressure a bit. This position only increased it though, if not for a moment. So much pressure was building up beneath their skin, it was as if their body was preparing for something to occur. And the truth was it had, because after just a few more moments of intense pressure in their back a massive SHRRP!! echoed through the empty void.

Fabric and denim flew upwards as Parker sensed both their shirt and jacket had gotten totalled to a severe degree. Parker turned their head a bit to find massive wings adorning their back. Large and bony. They practically looked filled with holes and yet there was bone that stretched over even those. Parker was in awe, both wings feeling magnificent and grandiose on their body.

However, being in a curled up position caused the back of their pants to lower a bit. It wasn't long until their spinal pressure was relieved, a large tail having slunk its way behind Parker in milliseconds as well. For a moment it was fleshy, possessing a bulky appearance to its form that tapered out towards the tip. But after a few seconds it fluffed up instantaneously, thick dark gray fur covering a majority of it while light gray fur had covered the tip. Shortly after that the button of their jeans snapped open as it lost the ability to contain their now girthier waist. They could also feel the seat fill out a bit, their butt rounding out with fat filling it out.

They finally left their curled up position to look at their legs. The rest of their pants were looking to follow in this loss in proper fitting. With everything now progressing further downwards, it resulted in much of their legs bulking up in a similar manner to that of their arms. Slight muscles forming in the thighs, a certain strength emanating through their hamstrings and their quads for a moment. Then it then gave way to a layer of fat, spiraling around their legs and thickening them up even more. It wasn't long until the stitching in their legwear started to tear slightly with bits of fur poking out between them.

The crus of Parker's legs flared with a warm heat as their calves plumped. They could also feel the bones within both legs stretching, the lower half of their legs growing visible as the ends of their pants were moved further upwards. Parker was now given a more visible view of their now extremely furred legs, and judging by the tugging in their shoes they could tell the final change to their lower body had begun.

The toecaps of Parker's shoes steadily rose as two prominent bumps were forming. This was caused by their toes, all of them merging together until there were only two left. They also hardened, garnering a boney look to them like Parker's fingers minutes prior. A clawed sharpness etched into the toes as well prompting a ripping from the tips of the footwear with the holes growing out larger as their feet got bigger. The lining connecting the soles to the rest of their sneakers steadily tore off, caused by their feet lengthening and widening. Both feet had been stretching in all directions to fit with Parker's new form, all while fur finished wrapped across their shifting form to end things off.

"...mostly changed now…" Parker stated the obvious with a hum. Any concern or fear from earlier had been dispelled entirely. This felt like a dream. A weird, transformative dream. Although a fraction of them felt like this was way too real. Everything felt like it was truly happening to them. But it was hard to convey if that was just the dream talking or not.

"That plushie must've really gotten to me, heh…" they said with a smile, recalling the object from earlier. A part of them questioned what'd happen had they brought King instead. Wondering if this dream would still be occurring.

They sighed, taking note of their practically completely changed voice at this point as well. The layering was settling to a single tone, the very one that had formed just minutes ago. Still calm and collected. Now it also sounded like it possessed an almost fatherly tone to it as well. Parker's scratching at their neck shifted to rubbing as the fur appeared to have completely consumed the area. An almost thick set of fluff that circled the entire area, their neck having widened beneath it during the process.

Parker let out a deep, shuddered sigh, smiling as they could feel the sea of gray begin to rush beneath their jaw and onto their chin. Fur emerged from their chin, growing longer and longer. This growth was a prominent one as well with it not just stopping at a normal beard length. Fur moved down past their neck, quickly reaching down to Parker's torso and laying atop their chest. If anything the bunch of fur looked to be a mane. This would be proven by a similar amount of fur trailing up the sides and back of Parker's head. Their bun had been forcibly snapped open as the strap holding it instantly lost the ability to contain the lengthening fur that that portion of their hair was becoming, fluffy grays moving far beyond their neck and onto their upper back.

A more drastic change had entered their upper jaw and the remainder of their skull simultaneously. Their skin was hardening, the coloration becoming what looked to be a grayed-brown like their claws had. Their face was in the process of pushing out into a thin muzzle, their upper lip seeming to merge with their gums as both turned to the bone, and the upper row of teeth became visible with that change. The rest of the skin on their face only continued to get harder with a swath of changes consuming their facial features; the nose sinking into the muzzle until it was nothing but holes, eyes sinking further into their skull as things progressed, even their eyebrows were completely lost to the changes as their head became nothing but a skull.

Hair sloughed off rapidly on the apex of their skull, long brown fuzz steadily floating off from their cranium before disappearing into the surrounding void. The loss of hair got more prevalent as well until it reached the lower back section of their skull. Replacing Parker's hair was a set of horns that emerged from their scalp, and another set of horns also looked to appear at the front of where their ears used to be. Said ears slowly merging with the bone as the second set of horns grew forward, getting smaller and smaller until they were nothing. The horns just got longer, even curling a bit before they got to the tip. Interestingly, the right horn had a significant crack in it. After this the final physical change came with what was left of their eyes, both slowly shrinking until nothing was in the sockets of the skull. Then a bright blue light entered the right socket.

With the physical changes slowly coming to a halt, a second slew of changes emerged in Parker's clothing. The severe feeling of tightness was dissipating, everything growing to a size that would better fit his newly rotund form. Alongside this came a slew of shifts to material as well. Their jacket, bright blue and composed of denim, softened significantly to a more cotton-esque material. The blue coloration dulled, slowly shifting into a plain brown color. The bottom portions of it grew downwards until they laid halfway down Parker's thighs, and the sleeves expanded until they had a baggy quality to them. The jacket's collar shrunk away, being replaced by a simple portion of rolled up material instead. The pocket disappeared as well, being replaced by a belt loop where a belt composed of the exact same material snaked around their waist, remaining undone as it did so. At this point it'd be more apt to call the former jacket a robe now.

Beneath their jacket was their changing undershirt. Rips and tears fixed while the hem crawled back down their belly and covered it back up properly. The cyan color dimmed, a dull pink fading into it instead. At the same time, the singular white stripe was overwritten with what appeared to be a simple albeit recognizable graphic. The words 'Bad Girl Coven' inked onto the t-shirt in multiple calls, all with a stylized drawing of an all-too-familiar witch appearing right beside it.

Lastly was his jeans which, much like his jacket, underwent a shift of denim to cotton. The legs lengthened, so much so that they bunched up a bit around Parker's feet. The coloration darkened, deep blue washing away as an almost blackish brown sweeped over it. From this came a couple soft glows forming around the fabric; circles of reds, blues, whites, and greens appearing at random across the newly changed legwear. Within these circles appeared various sigils as well. Once they all finished forming, Parker's pants would appear to look more like a pair of pajama bottoms.

Parker, having taken note of the changes, wanted a chance to explore them more. But they didn't have much time to process things as a familiar black and green cube floated down in front of them from the void above. The top arch of one of their eye holes raised in curiosity. "...eh-?"

They could barely respond properly as the cube suddenly exploded, enshrouding the recently transformed Titan in a blinding green light. And with it came a sudden assault of foreign memories…

'Hey there, big guy. Wild guess, but… Connecticut?'

'I- uh, yeah.'

Why were those voices so familiar…

'Dad…? R-right, how could I…'

Everything was conflicting. Part of that felt wrong and yet it felt so right…

'-eactivate the illusion on me now!'

'Dad, I don't think now's time time-'

It was so much- so many emotions, so many feelings being written into Parker's head. Pride, fear, conflict, worry, love in so many different shades. It was overwhelming, and yet at the same time-

'How bout we work on that together? We remind each other that-'

Voices fade in and out. Unfamiliarity and familiarity twist and turn into a spiral. It was like some kind of mental DNA strand, so much trying to be comprehended into a single mind. Selves meshing and melding, two sets of memories and personalities merging into one before one set seems to take control. It's uneven, a split based on quarters rather than halves.

'We will give everyone a chance-'

The scene changes in an instant.

'-still time to salvage everything, to undo-'

Then it changes again, and again, and again. A story far beyond the one everyone knows, yet it's a story that's been told somewhere that Parker's being exposed to. A development that was not theirs, yet it's something that's being placed within them. Meshed into them.

One final sentence echoes through the realm. 'We can work through the complicated together, instead of you having to go it alone. It's always harder alone, but, with someone else it gets easier to bear.'

What that means feels hard to comprehend, as everything was only being given in flashes. More memories still ensued beyond that, but the light felt like it was fading. Everything felt like it was fading. And with everything being forced into their mind, Parker's blue eyes formed a slit as a yellowish-orange overtook their irises. A single name had now resonated in their mind, replacing the old one as their identity seemed to overhaul in that very instant.

Pops…

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Titan anatomy was a mystery, but if there was one thing Pops could feel as his eyes slowly opened it was a headache akin to his skull being split open.

"Nngh, that dream…"

He could recall it vividly. Memories of himself and… another version of himself. This wasn't the first time this has occurred of course, but this was definitely the first time someone else has been inserted into him.

Pops laid back in the recliner he had gone to sleep in hours prior. The headache was bound to dull soon, but he could practically feel his personality warping beneath everything. Everything was hazy and confusing still, and it made him want to take another nap. The fact it made his own memories dull for the time being didn't alleviate much worry either. It was like everything was getting mixed together still, not having the chance to settle yet.

"Jus' need to… rest myself for a little longer…" Pops closed his eye sockets and sighed.

Despite it all, a sense of contentment did exist. It was equal to the kind he felt just months prior. It was evident that the new introductee into the Titan's mental capacity had wanted this to a degree. That felt… reassuring at least.

He'll have to work through it all later however. Once everything within that skull of his fully takes root.

"...Parker. That is a rather nice name…"

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