#shape-shifting

[petew21-blog]

My brother's friend Billy

This is my brother's friend Billy. They have been friends since I can remember. And ever since I knew him, I was obsessed with him. I looked up to him, but I was always blown away how beautiful he was. It didn't matter that he and my brother bullied me. Whenever he touched me, I was in heaven.

Especially amazing was the moment I found out, how to shapeshift into other people. All I needed was one piece of clothing worn by that person and I would become them. At first it happened to me when I used my brother's shirt instead of mine accidentally. I immediately shifted into his exact copy. I was shocked, but curious to explore more. But someone was coming close to my room, so I quickly threw away his shirt, put on mine and waited for the changes to shift back.

And that's when my quest to get Billy's clothing started. But it was really hard to get clothes from someone who didn't live at our house.

One day our parents decided to visit grandparents for a weekend and leave us alone at the house. My brother obviously invited Billy and some girls. They invited me to join them too. I mostly spoke to the girls and from time to time checked if Billy did take of some piece of clothing.

They got drunk pretty soon and moved to my brother's bedroom. I waited outside the door for the moans to stop. After some time I decided to enter. It was dark and they were all sleeping already. God knows what they did together...

I checked for some underwear, shirt or something else that would be Billy's. Finally I found a sock. I grabbed it and carefully left the room.

I entered my room and locked the door, stripping myself, leaving only my underwear on. I sniffed the sock. It was dirty and slightly wet. This sock was on his beautiful foot! I was about to become my dreamy guy. The one I desired the most.

I took my dick in one hand and started jerking off. With my second hand, I clumsily tried to get it on. After a few unsuccesful attempts I managed to do it.

I felt the changes. I felt as my hair elonged into his. My face changing structure. My body enlarging, but my abs protruding. My legs became hairier.

My feet were finally his. I put his leg to my nose. What others would describe as a cheesy disgusting smell, I couldn't get enough of. It was so strong, manly and Billy! I look exactly like Billy!

As my hands explored my beautiful feet, my forearms brushed over the hairy legs. I continued to feel my big, full lips, my pointy nose. My hairy pits that I inhaled for a long time and licked even longer. I also tried to lick, make out and suck Billy's hot biceps, trying to do a hickey on it. Then my left hand gave more attention to the forming tent. I threw away the underwear binding me from the proper enjoyment.

I was now completely naked. Billy was naked in my bed! Or atleast his body. I started humping my bed and touching myself in the process. I felt so strong and horny.

I grabbed my phone to take some photos. I need to document this!

I did many shots of his body from above, close shots of his feet, his pits, his gorgeous dick, his ass.

I did shots that would be amazing for me to jerk off to in case I would have to give back his clothes

I loved his veiny arms. His nipples. His lean and tight body.

I felt more and more like Billy. I wanted to be with his body all the time. To smell his scent. To have him for myself.

When I took last photo of Billy's body on my bed, covered in a towel, there was a knock on the door.

I looked at the phone. It was morning already! "FUCK"

I took off Billy's sock and put on my own clothes, putting his sock in my pocket.

I opened the door.

"Hey, perv. Did you take Billy's sock? He can't find it anywhere, so I need to check if you did not jerk into it?"

"Fuck off. Of course I didn't take it. Didn't he leave it in the living room? You guys partied there pretty hard. Maybe he threw it somewhere"

They all went to look in the living room, which gave me chance to put his sock under my brother's pilllow.

They did not give up the search and eventualy found it, which made me a bit sad, because now I didn't have any clothing that would turn me to Billy.

I became obsessed with the photos I took when I was shifted into him. I jerked off to those photos every day like 5 times.

But something changed in me. When Billy came over, he played videogames with my brother or talk about girls. As I observed him move, laugh, fart and talk about fucking pussy, I felt disgusted. That's not the way he should be treating that body. I treated it better. He doesn't deserve it!

I realised I was not obsessed with Billy. I was obsessed with his body. Therefore I made a plan to make his body mine. I shapshifted into my brother, lured Billy into our house and took care of it.

Yeah, maybe there would be a less messy way to do that. Maybe I should have seen a therapist before all of this. Maybe leaving traces of my blood in my room and leaving my brothers fingerprints on the knife were a bit too much. But what was I suppose to do? My old body would be missing and I had to pin it on someone. And who better then the guy who spent the most time with Billy? He would definitely find out that I'm not the original Billy.

You can call me cold or heartless. But watching from my car as the police dragged away my ex-brother for possible murder of my old body was satisfying. I am now completely Billy and there is no one stopping me.

There is only one thing left. What should I do with Billy's dead body in my trunk?

[glowingshiningbright]

I want to learn how to take the shape of a murder drone.

[altirnate]

Happy New Year?!

"New Year, new me!" or something. I'm feeling like a Dragon!

Published: Jan 5th, 2024

[stabbyapologist]

This is the first time in an unmodded skyrim that I ever came across a hunter that shape-shifted right in front of me. That's new to me.

[adriellystudiooficial]

Mahogany can shape-shifting into every animal or every creature.

Heres mahogany in poenix form.

Why is her phoenix form look like gillard tho?????

[frnwhcom]

The Werewolf Legend of Vincennes: Charles Vatchet's Tale Unveiled

In the heart of Vincennes, Indiana, a legend intertwined with French folklore persists. The tale of Charles Vatchet and his encounter with a werewolf, or Loup-Garou, has intrigued many for generations. The Encounter Charles Vatchet, a humble farmer, lived near the old French graveyard. One eerie night, Vatchet faced a wild and monstrous creature. After a fierce struggle, the beast transformed…

[queenofdragons12]

Shadows of Power? | m.g & m.g

Minne oppdatert

Got it! Here's an updated version for Shadows of Power:

Warnings:

Strong Language

Violence

Manipulation

Power Struggles

Emotional Angst

Threats of Harm

Tags:

Supernatural

Shape-shifting

Dark Fantasy

Tension-Filled Drama

Psychological Struggle

Power Dynamics

Transformation

Twin Dynamics

X Reader

Pairings:

Marcus x Reader

Martinius x Reader

You moved silently through the pristine halls of your entertainment agency, your footsteps echoing softly against the polished marble floors. The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the modernist interior. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sudden vibration of your phone.

The caller ID displayed your manager, Ms. Bang. With swift precision, you answered the call, her voice carrying an unusual hint of excitement. "Ms. Bang? What's going on?"

"We need you in the common room immediately," she declared, her voice carrying both urgency and significance. "You won't believe this - we just received contact from the Norwegian pop sensation, Marcus & Martinus."

Your heart skipped a beat as you processed this information. The twin performers who had taken the Scandinavian music scene by storm were reaching out to your agency. Your pace quickened as you headed toward the common room, mind racing with possibilities about what this unexpected connection might lead to.

SCENEBREAK

You pushed open the glass doors to the common room, and your breath caught in your throat. There they were - Marcus and Martinus, the identical twins from Norway, sitting on the sleek leather couch and speaking to each other in hushed tones. The modern art pieces on the walls and the city skyline visible through the windows created a perfect backdrop for this surreal moment.

The twin with darker hair - Marcus - immediately perked up upon seeing you, his face brightening with a warm smile. He nudged his brother gently, and both rose to their feet with synchronized grace that only twins could master.

"Ms. Bang, hello! We're Marcus and Martinus," Marcus said, extending his hand. His accent carried a melodic Norwegian lilt that softened his English words.

You couldn't help but smile and shake your head slightly, still processing the surreal nature of this meeting. "Hello boys," you responded, accepting the handshake. "I'm Y/N Bang. It's nice to meet you both." Your professional demeanor remained intact despite the butterflies dancing in your stomach - after all, these young men had millions of followers across Europe and were known for their chart-topping hits.

Martinus tilted his head curiously, his eyes showing genuine interest. "You don't sound Korean," he observed, his voice carrying that same melodious Norwegian accent as his brother's.

Marcus jabbed his elbow playfully into his twin's side, looking slightly embarrassed by his brother's directness. "Hey!" he scolded under his breath, but there was obvious affection in his tone.

You couldn't help but chuckle at their brotherly dynamic, finding their interaction endearing. "No, about that..." you smiled warmly, leaning slightly against the modern glass conference table behind you. "I'm actually half Australian, in fact." Your voice carried the slight hint of an Australian accent that had prompted their observation.

The twins exchanged interested glances, and you could practically see the questions forming in their minds. The afternoon sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows cast a warm glow across the room, highlighting the genuine curiosity in their expressions.

Before the twins could satisfy their curiosity about your background, the door burst open. Your manager Jane strode in with her characteristic intensity, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. "Enough chitchatting, Ms. Bang. Come on," she commanded, her voice clipped and professional.

Without warning, she grabbed your arm firmly, causing you to grunt in surprise. The muscles in your arm tensed at her unexpected grip as she practically dragged you toward the door. You barely had time to throw an apologetic glance over your shoulder at the twins.

Marcus and Martinus shared a meaningful look, their expressions darkening with concern. A silent understanding passed between them as they watched you being led away. Not good, they thought simultaneously, their twin intuition kicking in. Something about Jane's forceful behavior and your visible discomfort set off warning bells in their minds.

The tension in the room had shifted from friendly warmth to something more ominous in mere seconds.

SCENEBREAK

In a sudden burst of aggression, Jane whirled around to face you. "Why can't you just listen, you bitch!" she barked, her hand raised threateningly in the air. But before she could strike, something dangerous flashed in your eyes.

You caught her wrist mid-motion, your grip supernatural in its strength. A low growl rumbled from deep in your chest as your fangs began to elongate, sharp and threatening. Your eyes flickered with an amber glow, the wolf within you rising to the surface.

"Enough," you snarled, your voice carrying an inhuman resonance that echoed through the hallway. "I'm a werewolf, remember? I can tear your heart out, you ungrateful woman." Your claws began to emerge, pressing warning points against her skin.

Behind you, Marcus and Martinus stood frozen in the doorway, their eyes wide as they witnessed your transformation. The air crackled with supernatural tension as the facade of normalcy shattered around them.

Martinus took a tentative step forward, his gentle voice cutting through the charged atmosphere like a warm breeze. The hallway's fluorescent lights caught the genuine concern swimming in his dark eyes, making them appear almost liquid with emotion.

Around you, the sterile corporate environment seemed to fade away as your supernatural senses heightened in the aftermath of your near-transformation. You could hear the twins' steady heartbeats, smell the expensive cologne they wore (something exclusive and Scandinavian, with notes of pine and sea salt), and detect the slight rustle of their designer clothes as they moved.

"Y/N..." Martinus's voice held no judgment - only a soft understanding that seemed far beyond his years as a pop sensation. The way he said your name felt like a caress, each letter wrapped in genuine care.

Marcus stood slightly behind his brother, but his presence was equally supportive. His hands were loose at his sides, showing he was completely at ease despite having just witnessed your supernatural display. The afternoon sun streaming through the nearby window cast a golden halo around both twins, creating an almost ethereal tableau.

Your own heart was still thundering in your chest, the wolf's anger slowly receding like waves pulling back from shore. You could feel your fangs had left slight indentations in your lower lip, and your hands still tingled from where claws had threatened to emerge. The remnants of your near-transformation left you feeling raw and exposed, like a nerve ending in the open air.

"Sorry, boys," you managed to say, your voice husky with emotion and lingering wolf-energy. "I didn't want you to see me like this." The words came out barely above a whisper, but in the hushed hallway, they seemed to echo. Behind you, Jane's rapid heartbeat and shallow breathing betrayed her fear, but you couldn't bring yourself to care about her reaction anymore.

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a mundane sound that seemed absurd given the supernatural drama that had just unfolded. A gentle breeze from the building's ventilation system carried the twins' scents to you - a mixture of youth, vitality, and something uniquely their own that your wolf found oddly comforting.

Marcus stepped forward, his usually gentle demeanor replaced by something fierce and protective. His eyes locked onto Jane with an intensity that seemed to drop the temperature in the hallway by several degrees. "Why do you treat her like this?" he demanded, his Norwegian accent making the words sound even more cutting.

Jane scoffed, still rubbing her wrist where your grip had left marks. Her lip curled in an ugly sneer as she spat out, "I just told them what they were seeing - their kind is nothing but whores, like all the other half-breeds here." Her words dripped with venom as she straightened her designer blazer, trying to maintain some semblance of authority. "Omegas don't have a place among us Betas and Alphas."

The air grew thick with tension as her prejudiced words hung in the space between you. The fluorescent lights seemed to flicker overhead, as if responding to the growing supernatural tension. Your wolf stirred again beneath your skin, bristling at the blatant discrimination.

Marcus's eyes flashed dangerously, his usual boyish charm completely vanished. The temperature seemed to plummet further as he took another step toward Jane, his designer boots echoing ominously against the marble floor. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows cast dramatic shadows across his face, highlighting the sudden sharp angles of his features.

"How dare you," he growled, and something in his voice had changed - there was a resonance there that hadn't existed before, something ancient and powerful. The air around him began to shimmer with an invisible energy that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

Jane's face drained of color as she stumbled backward, her designer heels clicking frantically against the floor. Her previous bravado crumbled as she finally seemed to realize her grievous error. The scent of her fear filled the air - sharp and acrid - easily detected by your heightened werewolf senses.

"Their kind?" Martinus spoke up now, moving to stand beside his twin. His voice was softer than his brother's but no less intense. "You mean like us?" As he spoke, both twins' eyes began to glow with an otherworldly blue light, like the heart of a glacier. The temperature dropped even further, causing Jane's breath to come out in visible puffs of air.

Your own wolf stirred within you, responding to the twins' display of power. The air crackled with three distinct supernatural energies - your wild, primal force and their cool, ancient power. The modern office building suddenly felt like a thin veneer of civilization over something much older and more primitive.

Jane's face had gone from pale to ashen as she pressed herself against the wall, her perfectly manicured nails scraping against the expensive wallpaper. "You... you're..." she stuttered, unable to complete the thought as the twins' power filled the hallway with an arctic chill.

The fluorescent lights overhead began to frost over, delicate patterns of ice spreading across their surface like frozen lace. The windows clouded with a layer of frost, transforming the sunny afternoon outside into a dim, winter-like gloom.

Marcus Culre’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes narrowing as he shot a quick glance at his brother. “Yeah, you’re gonna say what?” he barked, his voice sharp and challenging. The air around them seemed to crackle with tension, and before you could even process what had just happened, both brothers shifted. Their bodies contorted, fur rippling across their frames as they transformed into wolves. The fur on their bodies was stark white, speckled with patches of brown that seemed to shift and blend into the surrounding forest.

You blinked, your mind racing to catch up. This was strange, surreal. Your heart pounded in your chest, unsure whether you should be terrified or fascinated. The transformation was so sudden, so fluid. It was like a dream—or a nightmare—that you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to wake from. You felt your own instincts stirring, like a dormant part of you was calling out to join them, to step into that wild freedom they now embodied. You hesitated, but something urged you forward, toward them.

Matius scraped his claws against the ground, growling low, and you could hear the tension in his voice. The air seemed to hum with the power of his words, even though his mouth wasn’t moving. "You are to be fired immediately. I’ll send a message to JYP," he said, his tone cold and commanding.

Jane trembled, the fear evident in the way her body shook. "How? How can I? I just put that word in her spot!" she howled, her voice cracking as she struggled to comprehend the sudden shift in the situation. The weight of her actions seemed to crush her, and her eyes darted around, searching for a way out of the storm that was closing in around her.

The moment was thick with tension, the air heavy with the unspoken consequences of what was happening, leaving you to wonder what would come next in this unsettling, strange world they inhabited.

[basementofthebizarre]

The Beast Within: Unearthing the History of Lycanthropy

The concept of lycanthropy, or the transformation of a human into a wolf, has fascinated humanity for centuries. Rooted in ancient myths, folklore, and psychological phenomena, lycanthropy has evolved into a multifaceted topic that spans cultural, historical, and literary dimensions. This article explores the history of lycanthropy, tracing its origins and examining its significance in various…

[mistydrizzlewitch]

Vampire Poll #1

Congratulations, your wish to become an immortal child of the night will be granted. You gain the obligatory night vision, supernatural speed and, of course, eternal youth. As a treat, you get to have one (1) other specific vampire trait.

But take care, as your immortal existence comes with ... well, let us call it minor inconveniences:

Vampire Poll #2

[1cyberneticdreamscapehubblog]

[nikkilalatablog]

[cyberneticdreamscapesblog]

[bacchuschucklefuck]

a totem pole of hopeful idiots

[there-are-many-ways-to-smile]

Someone called Ariana Grande the Queen of Shape-shifting and honestly it fits.

[turiyatitta]

The Shape-Shifting Enigma

Exploring the Ground of All BeingIntroduction:In the realm of philosophical and metaphysical ponderings, few concepts are as captivating and elusive as the “ground of all being.” Often discussed as an ultimate source or foundation of reality, this enigmatic concept becomes even more intriguing when we envision it as a shape-shifter—one that seamlessly transforms into everything that possesses…

[dreamsofannpc]

06/18/23 Living at a Work Dorm

I was living separately from my family because of my job. Now, they had it where everyone who worked for this company lived on a specific site and basically shared dorms. I shared my space with my direct co-lead, J. Around us, other people outside of this company also lived in this apartment dorm complex. When work ended, I decided to step out and explore the place. I ended up at the edge of a wall that surrounded the complex, but I heard people talking behind it, so I jumped over. The people seemed bothered that I interrupted them talking. It was like a group of 6. I wanted to say something, but they were all looking so mean and nasty that I just walked past them. As I did, there was an edge to this place that cut off into more nature-esk areas where no renovation or anything had been done. As I'm walking there, it's also getting darker because the trees are more tightly spaced. Eventually, I'm at a point where there's no direct sunlight, so it's pretty dark. I want to keep walking though because it's so peaceful and nice, but then I see something a little farther than me. At first, I think it's just shadows, but as it moves closer, I'm like "Oh it's a person. Do I recognize them?" But it starts shifting. First, it shifted to look like a weird version of my grandma D. Then, it's a weird version of J. Then, a weird version of one of the group of 6 I had just seen, she was a very goth looking woman. As it's changing, it's beckoning me to come closer and is talking, but I can't hear it with how much distance there is between us. So I just book it back. I pass by the group, and one of the guys tries to ask me something like "Scary stuff, huh? Forest too much for you?" in a very condescending way but I just rushed past them. There was a main center area to the complex that was like a mess hall, so I went there and just tried to calm down while I gathered my thoughts. But then I saw penguinz0 at a table with his group of friends also being surrounded by a circle of fans. I was like, "Oh my gosh, he's right there just talking to everyone!" Idk if he was talking about a specific topic or someone had asked a question, but I just quietly joined the crowd around him. Randomly, people started moving and shoving, and because of that, I was pushed to the front of the crowd. It was crazy being that close to him because when he talked, it felt like he was talking just to me, even tho that wasn't true. Someone pointed out it was late, so the crowd started to dwindle, including me. But I was very star-struck and contemplated asking to take a picture but decided against it since no one else had asked. The last thing I remember is having to walk through a lot of mud to get back to my dorm because it had rained while I was in the mess hall.

Morning mood: Happy