#body a day

[21wanderer]

Not satisfied yet.

Body a day - #22: Satisfied

I wasn’t satisfied yet. I needed more. I looked at myself in the mirror, I was looking amazing already. This body was the result of me merging with two other guys. But I wasn’t satisfied yet.

The first one was some random douchebag from my local gym, Tyler, I think his name was. A real gym rat and self-absorbed jerk. I heard him make fun of my scrawny physique to his friends behind my back. He was an easy first victim and his body became the foundation, that I was going to build upon. After having absorbed him, I gained all of his muscles, from his pecs, abs and biceps to his thighs, calves and neck. It was a good body to start with, and really satisfying watching these muscles now serving me, but I wasn’t satisfied yet.

The second one was my best friend – or rather my former best friend, we had a falling out some years ago, and while I hated him, like he resented me, a part of me still missed him and yearned for him. He wasn’t particular impressed with my new body, but soon he was contributing to it, only struggling a bit as he merged with me and Tyler’s brawn. He caused my muscles to grow even further, my muscles became more defined. He had a very handsome face, that I would have loved to make mine, but his facial features mixed perfectly with mine, I could see us both in this new face, and I couldn’t complain, I was very pleased with this handsome visage. But I wasn’t satisfied yet.

Now comes the question; who will be the third person to improve me? I have been thinking, whether it would be an acrobat or a martial arts expert, who would perfect my already impressive body with their nimbleness and skill, or maybe an artist, or a dancer, or a wrestler or a professional trainer... Maybe three isn’t enough… Maybe I should just continue, absorbing people with any desirable traits and slowly progress towards perfection as I make their features and skills my own. I haven’t decided yet, but I wasn’t satisfied yet.

[alienpossession]

Body a Day 24: Sports

Human have tendency to hurt their body in order for them to grow. That's what they called as workout, training, or sometimes, sports. But there's an element that edged sports from the other two. Right now, I'm working out, I constantly put my muscle under stress in order for it to grow bigger. Well, as you can see, it's certainly growing bigger and denser, right?

But okay, about sports. So I don't find workout to be that enjoyable. I just do it because this human mind told me that it's necessary for it to keep up its appearance and health. In his spare time, he enjoyed watching sports, because sports has this competitive edge that make human excited. It rooted back to the classic idea of tribalism, where human finds camaraderie and belonging to certain tribe and view the others as competitor or merely the others. Can workout be sports? I guess. I heard about these people comparing the weight they lifted and I spotted them watching this weightlifting competition once, so I guess I need more observation on this, but I believe sports is like a gamified workout.

My favorite sports at the moment? Wrestling. Well, it's his favorite sports, but I can see the attraction. It's purely tactical and strength, no weapons or any kind of other distraction or instrument like balls, nets, hoops, etc. and with my vessels interest in men, no wonder he likes to watch and even do the sports. It's practically foreplay for him.

I personally enjoyed rugby and football because it's quite similar to the kind of game I played back in my planet. The only difference is the fact that our ball is very slimy and involved a more strategic play as the ball can change itself to become heavy like an iron or float like a balloon in between gameplay. Very tricky, I think I'll explain in other times

But other than the two, I recently get dragged to play this sports called golf. For me, it's rather boring and if it's not because I tried to suck on my vessel's boss by accompanying his son, I'll skip the opportunity to play the snoozefest

So, what else do I need to know about sports or workouts?

[max-the-many]

Another skipped one:

'body a day' #22: satisfied

It really isn't just the urge to grab a sexy hunk. It is more than that, a feeling, that I can hardly discribe, a feeling, that comes in all shapes, sizes, variations, captivating me ever since I discovered that book, especially that spell that gifted me with such incredible possibilities.

I found it in the library I help sometimes, burried between heaps of junk, old books, magazines and stuff. It looked rather unassuming, the cover damaged and old, covered with old wrapping paper.

As I opened it, the smell of dust and ages of neglect emerged. I grinned as I read the content. Yet I couldn't help but get curious.

So I took it with me, browsing through the book every now and than. It all seemed so well written, so real. I dove into it more and more, playing with the thought of it beeing real up to the point, where I started to practice some basic focusing- excercises, gathering mterials as I stumbled upon them, getting others via dubious sources online.

Just weeks later I found myself sitting inside my room, feeling a rther strong tingle in my fingers while murmuring ancient lines, sending waves through my body I can only discribe as energy in lack of better words.

According to the book, the ritual I chose would let me do a procedure I didn't even know would create a craving I couldn't get out of my head. And as I got this far, I had to bring it further. I had to try whaat all these preparations were meant for.

The next days I hardly thought of other things, distracted, confused, fighting at times if I should do it, if I even have the right to do such a thing.

One long evening walk a few days past that intense sensation I still had only that thought, strolling through the streets, looking at people, guys, at myself in storefronts, still feeling the echo of that tingle, that energy. And like the days before, it grew, when I thought about it. At times I even started to chant the words.

When I walked around a corner, entering an empty alley, I couldn't stop it anymore. As I saw a guy entering from the other side I mumbled on, intensified my words, my focus, feeöing that emergy up until I reached out when we walked past eachother, touching his wrist when my body collapsed. Or rather it felt like that with a rush of that energy jolted through my fingers, my sight getting blurry, my body hardly able to keep itself upright.

And when I was able to collect myself again, I noticed a pile on the ground, a pile, where that guy just walked over, nowheee else to be seen. A pile of clothes, topped by... hair? I bent downwards, touching that strange, rubbery material underneath, cautiosly picking it up.

A moment of horror ran through my head when I recognized the features of that guy. But not only that. It worked!

But as I heared a sound I quickly gathered that lump of whatever was left of him, making sure to cover that skinlike material with his clothes before I rushed through the city back home.

Back in my flat I could still not believe it, sitting infront of that pile. Did I kill him? Did it hurt? Slowly I started to explore it, picked the clothes off the hollow body. Seeing him spread out on my bed, his deflated shape, sprinkled with hair, again, I felt the unease of all those questions in my head.# But now, that I had gone so far, I figured, I had to finish it. So I undressed. Again, standing infront of his hull for quite a bit before I picked him up, ashamed of the reaction below my belly.

When I turned it around, searching for the opening, described in the book, it seemed like the touch of my fingers created it alk by itself. So I went on, stuck my foot inside with a noticable shudder, sliding down to what was left from his foot, following by the other one. I was quite releaved as the material turned out to be very flexible. So I pulled it up and over my hips before I slid my hands inside, followed by pulling it over my shoulder.

Still unsure of how I should feel about it I went to the mirror. To see me, wearing this skinlike hull really gave me the creeps. It didn't really feel like skin and I was very happy about that as it otherwise would have been even harder to compensate. To see the frame of that guy stretched around me rather distorted was strange enough.

For the last step I thrn grabbed the mask, surprised to not smell anything at all as I pulled it over my face. I hesitated for a moment. When the mask was on that should be the final step. This should finish the process. Dispite everything else in the book worked out exactly as written so far I still was slightly concerned if something could go wrong. But eventually I pulled the mask that final inch.

And there it was. I could clearly feel the opening merging until there was no tracable seam. And along with that, my ehole body seemed to come in motion, shifting, stretching and shrinking while my head spun around, dizzying me to the point where I sank down to the ground. I nearly fainted, trying to keep myself somewhat up as I sat on the ground, having the world twisting, blurring before my eyes, my skin feeling like it melted.

I couldn't really tell how long it took until I recovered, until I was somewhat clear again. I even had to remind myself, what was happening again, starting to check my body. It felt... normal, yet different. Was it all an illusion? I couldn't really tell by looking at my hands as I was still kind of hazy, so I stood up.

When I ended up infront of the mirror though, I almost fell down again. Looking back from the surface was... that guy! In disbelief I lifted my hand, feeling my face. So did that huy. It was me, him, I was him! I... wore him. Again, a shiver ran down my spine with that thought.

But along with this utter discomfort, I couldn't hekp but beeing fascinated, mareled by the sight if that man. He was particularly handsome, quite average, in shape aswell, dark blonde hair, a slight belly, but not too much. But to experience myself in this different body was absolutely captivating and in some strange, and totally unexpected way it gave me this sense of... satisfaction.

[spiribia]

once you hit adulthood a day will come when you’re suddenly like VEGETABLES 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 and it never goes away

[colourmeastonished]

Body swap movie where one of them has invisible disabilities and when the other one lands in their body they immediately collapse catatonic on the floor from the pain and fatigue and the first one is like 'oh damn guess I don't have to worry that I'm faking it anymore'

[staff]

Tumblr Tuesday: Day of the Mushroom

Happy Tuesday, and a happy Day of the Mushroom to all who celebrate those delicious, brainy lifeforms. Whether you love them or loathe them, please feast your eyes on these delightful depictions of all manner of fungi—many but not all of which were created during @feefal's #funguary art challenge.

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[newttxt]

leashes for zosan

[naomistares]

this one part from harrow the ninth always made me really upset. so i made a four page comic out of it!

[psykopaths]

[sensitiveheartless]

Rest of the comic is under the cut, because LONG :0

Also! Content warnings for body horror, guns, blood(although in black and white) and just...horror in general tbh

Operation "Fall of the Hooded Hawk": For situations where one half of skk has to shoot without having clear vision, and relies on the direction of their partner. In this case, Chuuya was giving Dazai coordinates of where to fire by tapping against his ear. (It's kind of like a trust fall)

I scripted a whole followup conversation with more explanation of what exactly the mirror was, and just general context, but this comic has gotten so long that I'm gonna write that as a short scene in prose, because it's mostly dialogue and if I try to draw it all then I think my hands will secede from my body lol — I'll probably be able to get that done in the next couple of days. But in the meantime, thanks for reading! :D

(3/5/24 edit: Followup convo is done!)

[platyroonism]

ra ta tooey

[21wanderer]

Final Goal

Body a day - #30: Pecs

The final entry in @max-the-many's challenge.

“Paul? Why?” those were Lucas’s last words before he collapsed on the floor, his hand still pressed against his throat, his gaze becoming vacant. I chuckle, “you really haven’t figured out yet? I’m not Paul,” I pinch my cheek and pull, making my face distort grotesquely as Paul’s face detaches from my own underneath. I let go and Paul’s face snaps back in place, restoring my disguise. There’s a brief expression of soul-crushing horror on Lucas’s face, but then it disappears as the sparks in his eyes fade.

“Paul was a really nice disguise, as was your other friend, Stefan, but they were just the means to an end,” I say gloatingly to the unconscious hunk on the floor, kneeling to stay level with him, “you were always my final goal!”

There’s no response, Lucas seems to be well on his way in the conversion, soon he’ll be ready to wear.

“All it took was a couple of bodysuits to get close to you, your friends will become part of my collection, but you – you are the crown jewel.”

I begin to undress, taking off Paul’s bike leathers, his undersuit and the rest of his motorcycle equipment.

I place my hands on Paul’s forehead and begin to push it backwards, causing his mouth to expand for my own head to poke through it. Feeling the air on my original face feels strange and weirdly unfamiliar, but I’m not staying like this for long, once I’m inside Lucas, I’ll never take him off again.

Slowly I squeeze out of Paul’s skin, struggling to get my body out of his. It isn’t exactly a graceful transition as I clumsily pull out of Lucas’s biker friend, then again nobody is going to know.

I let go of Paul’s skin, letting it collapse on the floor as I eye up my new possession: Lucas Wilson.

He’s ready. I lift up the hollowed-out skinsuit, that used to be Lucas. I was aroused and excited with making this my new permanent body, but I wanted to savour the moment. I strip Lucas, pulling off his clothes piece by piece, placing them in a neat little pile, smelling them as I remove them – it’s a musk, I can’t wait to make my own.

Stripped naked like myself, I admire Lucas’s beautiful and sculpted body, those gorgeous muscles, especially those pecs. And they are all mine!

I carry the Lucas-suit into his bedroom, technically it’s my bedroom now – almost. I place it on the bed, even when deflated and visibly hollow, this body still looks amazing.

I run my fingers gently across his impressive chest, his defined abs, (they aren’t exactly rock-hard, but they will be, once I’m inside,) his well-endowed… his thick thighs and calves. I also run my fingers down his massive arms, from his broad shoulders, to his toned biceps and triceps and big hands. Finally I run my fingers across his angelic, handsome face, distorted by the lack of a skull, but still beautiful. I’m insatiable and feel like I’m about to burst with excitement, I can’t delay this any further.

I grab Lucas and stretching his mouth wide open, I begin to slither in. It’s always such an indescribably arousing feeling to pull on a bodysuit. It’s warm, smooth and squishy inside, and I slid my feet in like I had done a few times before taking my time to get the toes in. I pull Lucas up around my legs, his muscular legs now back to life. I slip his ass over mine and I slip my own meat into his; and like pulling it on like a condom, it springs to life, perfectly reflecting how aroused I am.

I pull Lucas’s mouth further up my torso, making my flat and featureless stomach disappear, and be replace with Lucas’s sculpted abs. I keep pulling, so that I can get the pecs almost in place, then I plunge my hands into Lucas’s impressive arms. Stretching out Lucas’s mouth wide enough to pass my shoulders, I finally get the upper torso into place. Running Lucas’s finger across my wide shoulders, muscular arms and perfect pecs, I smile to myself, before I flex hard, the muscles respond flawlessly. They are ready to serve their new master. I look at my reflection, seeing my face one final time, I must admit, that this pristine body suits me, but I want it all. I then stretch Lucas’s mouth one final time to stretch it over my head, then I let go with a snap. It’s dark for a moment, but I soon open my eyes and see the room again through new eyes.

The second-to-last thing I have to do is to push Lucas’s facial features into place. Staring insatiably as my handsome features fall into place, the facial massage has done it’s trick, I pull a few faces, it’s perfect. “Looking good, Lucas, looking really good,” I say to the stud in the mirror with my new voice.

I rub my new pecs, I’ve dreamt of rubbing hands my hands all over them since I first saw them on Lucas’s social media, and now they’re all mine! I twist the nipples, each placed on a big slab of muscle. My muscles!

Finally I inject myself with another syringe, I am making this process irreversible. I am Lucas, now and forever. I have never tried this injection before, but it feels like I’m bubbling inside, binding with my new skin, I can feel my senses sharpen and I feel ‘more real’ than ever.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I laugh, a fiendish laughter expressing my sheer delight of my accomplishment. I rub my nether regions, not able to contain myself any longer and a chill rushes through me, down my spine as I climax satisfyingly. Not bothering to clean up the stains right now, and done with what would only be the first of many sessions of self-gratification, I walk out of the bedroom, where I left the Paul-bodysuit. I smirk to myself, then I grab Paul’s motorcycle leathers, the ones I arrived in, and begin pulling them on my naked body. I’m now bigger and stronger than Paul, so the suit is going to get tested to see if it can contain my new muscular frame. I had no reason to worry, the suit is a perfect fit. It looks even better on Lucas me, than on Paul. Lucas doesn’t have a lot of motorcycle gear, but I’ll make sure to change that, in the hallway I find Lucas’s own motorcycle boots and gloves, well, my motorcycle boots and gloves, both several sizes bigger than what I wore before, but now they fit perfectly on my feet and hands. Riding a motorcycle as Paul was incredible, but going as Lucas is going to be many times better, but it’s going to have to be a short ride for now, there’s so much else I have to do - to put this new body to the test. Pecs and everything!

[alienpossession]

Body a Day 15: Son

He was a lonely man pushing close to his mid-50s. So it was easy for me to just slid right into him when no one's around and I've been his closest friends for the past few months, fooled him as I played pretend as his dog

As my form turned into less solid, I forced myself in through his mouth and his nose. He barely have time to respond before I blocked his respiratory system with my form as I slid more of myself into him, solidifying my control over his physique. He thrashed wildly trying to scream and got himself out of the problem I put him in, but I soon reached his brain and gained control over it, practically ending his resistance as I eased off his body to let the rest of my form entered him

The first few minutes inside of him was surreal as I upgraded myself from a dog into a human, standing only with 2 legs of mine and having a pair of hand that I can use to do so much more things rather than just having 4 legs.

But not only that, as after I acquire the control of his brain, I finally realized that he got an estranged son that just started to contact him again after years and actually asked to join this year's Christmas. I let out a smirk at that time, excited with the prospect of trying out the possibility of extending my control over this human to his own offspring. The boy, at least from this man's memory, is quite a tall yet not necessarily broad figure, just a regular 22 years old nerd that love to run

When he came to town yesterday, boy, the lack of update really surprised me because the lanky boy he used to know as his son already beefed up for the past 7 years and looked like a splitting image of his daddy with a hint of his mother's face. This really upped the stake and excitement for me to control that body of his, and I can even use his body as my next base while leaving this old man as an autonomous husk that will just live on the remainder of his life as my mindless proxy. Well, so many plans, so little time, I should make the decision on what to do with this boy as soon as possible

[max-the-many]

'body a day' #20: wave

That wave, when you wake up in a new body, when the feeling crawls up your conciousness out of the darkness, the tickle of new skin, twitching muscles, the first breath filling your chest before you open your eyes, electrified, filled to the brim with that new sensation, standing up, controlling those thighs, getting that body to stand straight, looking down on that thing, your hands slowly exploring inch by inch, stepping to the mirror.

"Is that what you want, from me" you bring out in that voice of his, of you, echoing his presence while he's way back.

'Oh yes, thats it' you can't help but think...

[bigfatbreak]

more dad villain au stuff

featuring: Nooroo having Marinette's cooking for the very first time after a lifetime of imprisonment eating dog kibble because of Gabriel

also featuring: Marinette nervously putting him in containment for his own good (it is a cake dome)

[duodamsel]