#Skin suit

[endomentendo]

TW: TRYPOPHOBIA AND GORE

[himboculture2]

[lunathejediknight]

[CALLBACK PING] [CALLBACK PING]

goober :>

never drawn cyn before lol

[swappetf11]

CIA Agent Nathanial Ford

Agent Nathanial Ford, a master of disguise at the CIA, sat at his meticulously organized workbench, surrounded by an array of tools and materials: silicone molds, fine human hair, a palette of skin tone pigments, and dental caps. His latest mission required him to infiltrate a high-stakes criminal syndicate in Moscow, Russia—a role that demanded not just linguistic fluency but an entire physical transformation to match.

The assignment was to pose as Dimitri Ivanov, a mid-level operator within the syndicate known for his dealings in illicit arms. Nathanial's task was to gather intelligence on the syndicate's connections with corrupt government officials. To become Dimitri, Nathanial would need to master not just the Russian language, but also the specific Moscow dialect, characterized by its sharp intonations and swift, clipping pace.

First, he focused on the facial hair. Years ago, Nathanial had undergone a beard transplant to enhance his ability to grow thick, authentic facial hair. For this role, he needed Dimitri’s signature look: a dense, well-groomed beard that was slightly graying at the edges. He began with a testosterone regimen weeks prior, ensuring his natural beard matched the density and style needed, then dyed it to achieve the perfect salt-and-pepper effect.

To achieve Dimitri’s receding hairline, Nathanial underwent a temporary hairline modification using a technique involving electrical follicle manipulation. This non-invasive procedure adjusted the growth patterns of his hair to mimic a receding hairline, creating a natural appearance without the need for prosthetics like a bald cap. He carefully blended his natural hair with additional strands that matched the texture and color of Dimitri’s hair, ensuring a seamless appearance.

Next, he prepared the ear and teeth prosthetics. Dimitri had distinctly large, lobed ears—a feature that could draw attention if not replicated accurately. Using silicone molds, Nathanial crafted oversized ear prosthetics that attached with special adhesive strong enough to integrate with his skin for extended periods. The teeth were another critical aspect; Dimitri had a noticeable gold cap on one of his upper molars. Nathanial created a set of dental caps, including the gold one, which could be worn comfortably for days and would withstand detailed scrutiny.

Adjusting his height was the next step. Nathanial was naturally 5'10", but Dimitri was known to be a slightly imposing 6'1". Using specially crafted shoe lifts that fit inside his boots, Nathanial managed an additional three inches without compromising his ability to walk naturally. This adjustment required Nathanial to practice Dimitri’s walk, which was a confident, slightly lumbering gait that suggested years of physical labor.

Once the prosthetics were ready, Nathanial applied them himself and tested them extensively to ensure they remained securely attached to his body. Sometimes, the prosthetics were worn for so long that his skin began to integrate with them, a testament to their durability and his commitment to the role.

The final touches involved accessories that would round out Dimitri’s persona: a vintage Soviet watch, a worn leather wallet containing family photos and membership cards to various local establishments, and a set of keys to a nondescript, slightly rusty Volga sedan.

As Nathanial reviewed his transformation in the mirror, fully morphed into Dimitri Ivanov, he practiced his dialect again, ensuring every inflection and nuance was just right. The reflection showed not a CIA agent, but a Moscow native, ready to delve deep into the dangerous underbelly of Russia's criminal world. His preparation complete, Nathanial was ready to step into a life that was not his own, armed with nothing but his wits and his impeccable disguise

[thetistaboveall]

The Traveling Ghost

Before Justin could take second admiring his glorious body as he climbs out of bed hitting the floor of his bedroom and stands in the mirror.

A young man’s suddenly appears in the cold stainless steel shining brightly is this guys full form and to his fear Justin starts to back off.

Unfortunately, the man leaps straight from the mirror onto his body tackling him to the floor and is instantly absorbed as the two fight for control.

The body struggles flopping on the floor till it stops a cold flash of blue eyes vanish into nothing else and I assume control rising to my feet.

He stares in the mirror seeing the former man who owns that body in horror as he poses in the mirror and pounds in the glass screen.

The man smirks back at his beautiful, sexy and fine form spinning through the control and he feels his body up and down glory is shining on him.

Justin swoops into his clothes removing all of his clothes I check my statuesque body so tall and refined like no other stark naked in the light.

I exit my room into the hallway with just my underwear I slide across the floor barefoot doing a bit of jingle and dance my way while I make breakfast.

Grabbing the remote I flip the crisp screen television switch on with a single button as the static turns on and I roll my eyes then w enjoy my day.

The lights shine on as I rush up the staircase back to my bedroom holding on to the bar I head into my closet opening it and quickly get dressed.

I rummage past the area finding a blue silky

smooth shirt, a tight pair of dress pants and cacky alligator shoes and I leave my new home.

Taking the keys in my palm the door swings to the side as I walk on to the outside world and I jump into my car driving off to a very fun future.

“What trouble can I find myself in now with this hot body?”

“Give me back my body “

“Fuck you!”

“You can’t take my body “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Bastard”

“I already have “

“Show some respect”

“You are vessel for me”

“It’s best you accept it “

“For who?”

“You idiot “

“Asshole”

“Jerk”

“Asswipe”

“Fucker”

“I can see your cock growing “

“I feel it too “

“This is my car you are driving “

“My body you are wielding”

“My life”

“Actually know it’s mine “

“Hell no!”

“For as long as I want”

“Don’t worry you will get it back “

“Maybe! After I deplete you “

“If you are still alive “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“You can’t, I won’t let you “

“Who says what you want you matters?”

“It’s does to me”

“Too fucking bad”

“Boohoo”

“I’m in charge now”

“Are you ?”

“Zip it you broken record”

“Husk don’t speak “

“I uuuuuhhhhh!”

“Yeah! I thought so”

“I am about to get sauced”

“Hell yeah!”

“Mwahahahahaha “

Justin blacks out into unconscious land in his mind deep a sleep blissfully unaware of debauchery I performed in his body enough to kill him.

He sighs smelling his hot breath filled with the stench of alcohol, ribs and barbecue sauce and I can’t believe that he thought he was mainly.

His eyes finally pop up as his head bends to the ground holding his mouth and stomach tight as he throws up intensely like a load of garbage.

“Where? Am I?”

“Ok time to get up pretty boi”

“Where are my clothes”

“All you had was a wallet”

“I was naked?”

“You were streaking and causing a disturbance.”

the end

[taperecorder-gizmo]

more doodles of me in my skin-suit

[ye-olde-trojan-horse]

if someone said “you’re doing so good” you would unzip your skin and run away

- @berrylou 2k23

[cannedpeachess]

Emilio’s character info page be like

“Height? Well, his humanoid skin suit is this tall, no clue about his true form tho…”

“Age? Eh? Never ask a half good half bad half boy his age, it’s… uh… rude”

“Blood type?”

*Writers exchange confused glances*

“Does he… does he even HAVE blood???? Have we—? Did we decide on that one????”

[misseviehyde]

UPDATE ME

In her quest to be the ultimate hot wife and evil bitch - Kelly had invested considerable funds into her bodysuit which she had leased from a hi-tech company.

Once she put on the nano-suit it transformed her into the dominant and powerful Karen - a fuckdoll house-wife with an insatiable sex drive and a lust for cuckolding her weak husband Martin.

Martin and his son Matt had never met Kelly. They only knew of Karen and had no idea that inside the hi-tech skinsuit was another woman.

As part of her leasing deal with the company that provided her suit - Kelly would send Karen away for regular upgrades. Sometimes that would be a physical upgrade like bigger tits, but more commonly mental upgrades that made her more dominant, manipulative and powerful when she became Karen.

She would wait until Martin and Matt were away visiting Martin's first wife whilst she made the upgrades... spending a few days as Kelly lounging around the house.

One weekend, Kelly was awaiting the return of her suit but had slept in. She had drank too much wine the night before and wasn't used to drinking in her less powerful body. Karen could manage bottle after bottle with few effects, but Kelly was hungover. She was eagerly awaiting the return of her skin and her transformation back into a hot powerful bitch.

In the porch of the house, the Karen bodysuit awaited in a box. Unknown to Kelly, her step-son Matt had not gone with his Dad this time. He had instead been at a friends sleepover this weekend and returning home he found the box and curiously looked inside.

"What the hell?" he asked as he took out the Karen skin. "This looks like my bitchy step-mom." Then he noticed the slit at the back of the suit...

In his bedroom, Matt stripped off till he was naked and then he climbed into the skin. He groaned as he felt it eagerly attach to his body - tightening and closing around him.

"Ohhh fuck yes," groaned Matt clasping Karen's firm buttocks and ramming his cock into her groin. He screamed in pleasure as his cock tingled away to nothing and looking down he now saw Karen's tight powerful pussy on his crotch.

Laughing he hauled up the skin, moaning as with wet sucking sounds Karen's massive tits attached to his chest and he eagerly thrust his hands into her arms and wiggled her manicured nails.

Only the final part remained and as Matt pulled his new face into place and felt Karen's sexy hair tumble down his back he felt his transformation into a strong dominant bitch accelerate.

Karen's personality impants and knowledge flowed through him and as he felt the suit seal - his voice and mannerisms changed as he became the new Karen.

"Fuck yes - I'm the bitch now," laughed Karen stretching her perfect body. With a cruel smile on her face she strode into the bedroom and grabbing the surprised Kelly out of bed hurled her to the floor.

"This is my room now loser. I am Karen."

Pulling the wedding ring from Kelly's finger, she slipped it on and laughed...

***

Her pussy full of her bulls cum, Karen laughed as she watched Martin sucking off her lover and cleaning up her pussy juices.

Downstairs she could hear Kelly hoovering and she felt so dominant and alive. She knew Kelly only hung around hoping one day to get back inside Karen.

"This skin is mine," giggled Karen as she played with her cummy pussy - "and it's never coming off."

THE END

[endomentendo]

Screw it, *humanoids your sona*

[himboculture2]

[foccaccia]

They say we shouldn't drive when we're feeling slightly suicidal

Looking for telephone poles and holes to crawl inside of

Well, we've been driving round holding our breath bout three, four miles

Looking for telephone poles and holes to drive inside of

[swappetf11]

Chelsea to Evan. A leatherman.

A woman who was utterly fascinated by mustaches. She often admired their elegance on men and secretly wished to experience having one herself. Driven by curiosity and a touch of whimsy, she decided to order a mustache made of real human hair from the Internet.

Upon its arrival, she held the mustache in her hands, feeling its soft hairs. With a mix of excitement and hesitation, she applied it above her lip. The sensation was unexpectedly pleasing; it felt correct, as if it belonged there. The soft tickle of the hair against her skin brought a smile to her face, though it was soon followed by a pang of shame. "This isn't for you," a voice in her head chastised. But the joy it brought was undeniable, and she decided to keep it.

On a quiet evening, filled with a sense of defiance and delight, she wore the mustache again. It seemed to complete something within her, a part she hadn't known was missing. That night, she fell asleep with the mustache still on, a content smile on her face.

The morning light brought more than just a new day; it ushered in a new reality. As she stirred awake, something felt profoundly different. She was taller, her bed felt smaller. Her body felt exposed, unfamiliar. Hesitantly, she got up and walked to the mirror, her movements awkward and ungainly.

What she saw in the mirror was a stranger—a man with defined abs, short, messy hair, and a fine blonde mustache prominently above his lips. Further exploration revealed more: a penis, large feet, and a body covered with hair.

As she stood before the mirror, her hands tentatively moved across her new form, tracing the unfamiliar contours of muscle and bone. Each touch was a discovery, an encounter with a reality that felt both alien and intriguing. She paused at her abdomen, her fingers running over the defined abs that now formed a stark contrast to the softness she was accustomed to.

Hesitantly, she spoke, testing this new reality with her voice. The sound that emerged was deep and resonant, a stark departure from her own. It vibrated through the room, a strange melody that was hers but not hers. She repeated a few words, each syllable a novelty, each tone an exploration.

Then, with a deep breath, she reached down and touched her new anatomy. The sensation of her fingers against her penis was the most alien of all, a definitive confirmation of the change. It was a moment filled with a complex mix of emotions—surprise, confusion, and a curious sense of fascination. She explored gently, trying to reconcile this new body with the person she still felt like inside. Each touch was a step in understanding and accepting this unexpected transformation.

She touched her penis, it was beginning to get erect. she was interested in the new feeling and sensation. As she rubbed her new penis and felt more blood rushing to it the penis grew larger and larger. The throbbing was intense and incredible. she began to lick her lip, touching the mustache to her tong only make her more aroused.

As she continued to explore her new form, she experienced a sudden and intense physical response. The unexpected sensation was both startling and strangely affirming. In that moment of climax, her identity felt profoundly redefined. The reality of her transformation was undeniable now—she was no longer the woman who had gone to sleep with a whimsical desire for a mustache. She was someone new, someone different.

In the silence that followed, she looked at herself in the mirror once more, accepting the finality of her change. It was in this reflective, introspective moment that she decided to embrace her new identity fully. She would no longer be the woman from the quaint village. From now on, she would be Evan—a name chosen to mark the beginning of his journey, sealing his life as a man.

Evan's transition into his new identity was both challenging and exhilarating. As he began to navigate the world from a different perspective, he decided to embrace aspects of masculinity that intrigued him. One of these was the iconic image of the leather-clad man, a symbol of ruggedness and rebellion that had always captivated him, even before his transformation.

Determined to carve out his own path, Evan visited a local leather shop. The smell of leather was rich and intoxicating, filling the air with a sense of possibility. He ran his hands over jackets, pants, and vests, appreciating the craftsmanship and the aura they exuded. Eventually, he chose a few pieces—a sturdy leather jacket, a pair of tight-fitting pants, and boots that clicked assertively on the floor.

Dressed in his new attire, Evan felt a surge of confidence. He looked at himself in the mirror at home, turning this way and that, feeling the leather hug his new form, each movement a declaration of his newfound identity.

To complete the transformation, Evan decided to adopt another classic symbol of rugged masculinity: the cigar. He bought a fine cigar from a local tobacconist, learning from the shop owner about the different types and how to properly light and smoke one. That evening, he stood on his balcony, the city lights twinkling below, and lit the cigar. The smoke curled into the night air, and he took a deep draw, the rich, earthy flavors filling his mouth.

As he stood there, Evan felt a profound sense of contentment and belonging. He realized he was no longer just wearing a costume but was stepping fully into his role within a community that resonated with him. He remembered hearing about BLUF (Breeches and Leather Uniform Fanclub), an organization that celebrated this particular expression of gay masculinity. It seemed like the perfect community for him, a place where he could explore his new identity among like-minded individuals.

Evan decided that his next step would be to connect with this community, to learn more and share his own journey. His life as Evan was just beginning, and he was eager to see where this new path would lead him.

Evan's interests soon led him deeper into the realms of his new lifestyle. The cigar, initially a symbol of his transformation, became a regular pleasure. He appreciated the ritual—selecting a cigar, cutting it, and lighting it slowly, watching the smoke curl upwards. Each session was a moment of reflection and enjoyment, a sensory experience that connected him to a tradition of masculine leisure.

Simultaneously, Evan's curiosity about BDSM grew. He started attending workshops and events, eager to learn about safe practices and the psychological dynamics of power exchange. The leather community, with its emphasis on consent and communication, provided a welcoming space for these explorations. He found that the elements of control and surrender spoke to a part of him that he hadn't realized needed expression.

Evan's participation in BLUF also deepened. He embraced the club's focus on high standards for attire and behavior, which meshed well with his own meticulous nature. The uniform, far from being just apparel, symbolized a shared identity and a commitment to a subculture that valued depth and respect in its kinky play.

Through these interests, Evan found more than just a lifestyle—he found a community and a sense of belonging. Each step in his journey was a piece of the puzzle of his identity, fitting together to reveal the full picture of who he had become.

[artofknoth]

This isn’t want I ordered.

It’s not my size. I ordered an XS!

[500-moths-in-a-trenchcoat]

someone must’ve seen my shirt because it’s been 10 minutes since i’ve been in here and they started playing run to the hills by iron maiden in my Crowded College Cafeteria

POST DERAILED THEY’RE PLAYING TOOL NOW whoever’s in charge of tonight’s mix is a metalhead and i applaud them

(my shirt btw)

[leechjuice]

appreciation post for the tattoo i got after finishing this novel 🖤🫀

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