#The Story of Plastic

[emacrow]

Five years has gone by since Aquaman was unfortunately bitchslapped by the momma whale for defending her calves, one being adopted baby mer.

And the sighting of the little merman continued throughout the world, as media caught wind breeze of little white-haired mer baby playing with dolphins passing by a Cruise ship.

Arguments had started over the lone mer baby across the continents, between capturing and captivity the merbaby, letting the merbaby be, or protecting the merbaby from poachers and collectors that was suggested by PETA.

Aquaman has already discussed on behalf of the Sea and Justice League that it was best for the merbaby to be left alone for it is last of its kind to appear in thousands of years in Altanta after the Momma whale crashed sixth would be poachers and endangered species ships.

Pictures, description, and documentary began of the last merbaby journey. A new video was sent live every few weeks as sea creature biologists team and their swimmers who trail behind momma whale and her calves.

Momma whales, leaving her calves for their own harsh journey in the deep blue sea, the once tiny merbaby was the size a double wide life boat.

The once beautiful trails of sparkling white and neon green color, fade gray, and black tips mer tailwind was now deep black with green and blue bioluminescence lighting all over his tail trailing from the faded jellyfish scars, His skin was once pale is now dark tanned color. His white as a pearl hair was measured by a picture frame to be the length of 12 inches with clownfishes swimming in and out every once a as a symbiote reaction, eyes glowing darker then a neon green light and teeth sharper then a great white shark.

It was a simple Tuesday of the Justice League watching the latest video of was now known to the world nicknamed the adolescent mer, phantoms the merman day.

When something that caused everyone to jump from their own seats all together that shook and amazed the world

Phantom kept dipping into the deep dark trenches of the deep blue sea rather frequently, but for the five years now, it was normal interest of curiosity that he just like to go there.

Until today, when he came out, with 5 other Mers.

One massive mer with white hair that resemble a great whale shark or what could've been a megalodon swam slowly watching the others who there was female sea horse like mer with black hair and purple and green like patterns trail behind along side a silky like dark skinned shark mer with Egyptian like pattern and old gold relic tied in his hair, massive large orange haired humaniod jellyfish like mer the size of a sperms whale swam, as Phantom was hugging, swimming around excitedly and trilling bubbles onto a tiny little new merbaby with white hair with similar patterns as him except with a red scarf like tied to her little wrist.

Original first part here <-

[egophiliac]

heeey guess what, I'm obsessed with this idiot flamingo now

[videoviolence]

MEET DAD & DOG!

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Drawing Woody Pride and Buzz Lightyear entirely from memory after not having watched the movies in over 6 years :D

No reference, no rewatching. I was RAWDOGGING this shit, man ‼️💥💥⁉️💥

Meme references under cut

[elderwisp]

◁ || ▷ now playing

Taryn: My father used to tell me that the earth would heal our wounds. That the ground would swallow our woes and our tears would nourish the soil beneath us. Pain was no stranger to the garden. A stubbed toe. A scraped knee. A fall. Physical discomfort is a natural part of the living. But to be afflicted by another is quite the wound. You can’t heal something you can’t touch. Atlas is a different kind of hurt. Like picking a rose from a bush… Easy to admire as long as you don’t touch the thorns underneath.

[anon-sect]

Picture source: Instagram account @giantsOleprince

Can I Be Your Toy?

Randy was playing his favorite game when his close friend randomly asked him a question. Tom came over to chill with him on a Saturday afternoon as he usually does. Normally, they chat over small talk and play video games together. This particular Saturday, Tom just wanted to watch him play, which he didn't mind since he was playing a solo game when Tom arrived. The question caught him off guard that he paused the game. He was slightly confused at what he meant. "Repeat the question again." He requested to make sure he wasn't hearing things.

"Can I be your toy, please?" Tom asked. He was an average built male 5'8" tall while his close friend Randy was 6'1" with a muscular built frame and very athletic. He rather admired him very much.

Randy was still confused about the question. He did hear him correctly. "What do you mean about being my toy? It's a rather strange question, honestly." He spoke, wanting Tom to clarify what he really was asking.

"I want you to shrink me and turn me into a toy for you to play with." Tom clearly defined what he was requesting of his friend even though it sounded rather strange.

Randy was silent for a moment. "So you want me to shrink you to a toy size and play with you? How?" He asked, getting curious as to why he really wanted that. "I am not really a toy guy." He added.

"You could play with me using your feet or put me on a shelf for display, or just have fun doing whatever with me." Tom explained, clearly not shy about his strangely honest request.

Randy didn't know what to think at the moment, so he just laughed at how Tom explained it. "You do know that is a rather strange request. Really, who would want to be a small toy for another guy to play with? Are you sure you are okay?" He asked, not necessarily interested in what Tom asked. He went back to his game.

Tom saw Randy dismissed his request. "I am fine, but I am also really serious. Can I be your toy?" He reiterated back, causing Randy to pause his game again and look serious at him.

Randy saw Tom wasn't joking about what he asked. "Why would you want that so badly?" He asked. He was curious why his friend would even want that.

"It's your big feet, really. I admire them. Kinda had a fantasy of being at their mercy." Tom paused, staring at his friend's size 13 feet. "Often, I have imagined you gaming while playing with me with your feet like a little plastic toy." He added.

Randy saw that his friend would keep asking if he didn't grant his request. He decided to relent. "On one condition, though. Once you are my toy, I keep you that way as long as I want. And you are at my pleasure and fun, not yours." He set the perimeters of his condition.

"Fine with me. I won't complain." Tom quickly spoke up with a big smile on his face.

"In fact, I won't hear you complain if you did. You will be a motionless and voiceless plastic toy under my big feet." Randy laughed he got up and went to his kitchen. He came back with a glass with a strange liquid and a small pill. He handed him the pill and glass. "Swallow this and drink the entire contents of the glass."

Tom obeyed his friend. He swallowed the pill and drunk the strange liquid. It slightly tasted like dirty socks water. It was rather nasty taste. "What now?" He asked him.

"You will see." Randy spoke, smiling back at him.

Tom felt weird a second later. He was rapidly shrinking inside his clothes. In seconds, he was small. His body then hardens like hard plastic. He was completely surrounded by the clothes he was wearing previously. He saw Randy fish him out and hold him in his hands.

"I waited for you to take this form before telling you the rest, just in case you had a change of mind. The pill and drink you took makes it permanent. The only way to change you back to normal is to swallow the reversal pill." Randy paused, examining his new foot toy. "But seeing that you are hard plastic, that is impossible. So, you see you are stuck this way." He paused again as he placed his foot toy on the table. "I was enjoying my game till you brought up that question and your refusal to accept no would have annoyed me. So, I granted your request." He laughed as he resumed playing his game. He began to play with his foot toy under his feet, not much paying any attention to it. He was more focused on the game.

Tom had mixed feelings about his new situation. He only wanted to be a toy for a little while not permanent. He was still enjoyed being under Randy's feet though. HIs feet had a little foot odor, but nothing terrible yet. He started to see that Randy was either not paying him any attention or was enjoying his foot toy. He pressed on him more and more, even sometimes using both feet. But he still had mixed feelings. Being Randy's foot toy was nice, but he wasn't exactly happy about it being permanent. He had to admit that he got himself in this situation. Unfortunately, there was no way out for him.

After an hour of gaming, Randy really felt relaxed. Having Tom as his foot toy really made his game time relaxing and more enjoyable. It felt good actually dominating Tom under his feet like a toy. He looked down at him helpless and stiff as he stepped on him and played with him with his toes. He felt powerful seeing Tom helpless under his feet. "This was a great suggestion, buddy. You make a great foot toy. I am glad I get to keep you permanently this way. I think I will game this way every time. Way more fun to play with my foot toy while I game." He laughed as he went back to focusing on the game.

[kryptonbabe]

The gay nineties nightmare!

From Plastic Man #2 (1944) by Jack Cole

[bunnieswithknives]

Thank you for making me cry repeatedly. My sorrow is greatly appreciated. Could we maybe get a comic of the actual camping/hunting trip where dev got shot?

Bits of it are inevitably going to be shown in comics but since I decided to write the camping trip as a fic Im probably not going to dedicate a comic to the trip itself.

[lillianvalorchard]

Just as promised...

[misseviehyde]

BITS AND PIECES

Molly was beginning to regret entering the cursed dolls house with her friend Emma. True they'd been running away from their bitchy bully Madison and her clique and the strange abandoned house on the edge of town had seemed a safe refuge - but some feeling had told her at the time that they were putting themselves in terrible danger.

As they'd entered the old house, its evil magic had taken effect. The girls had groaned as their bodies changed. Plastic skin gleamed as joints became articulated and in a matter of minutes they'd been transformed into living animate dolls. Emma and Molly now looked like toys... but toys that could walk and talk.

They tried to leave, but the mansion also appeared to be bigger on the inside than the outside and now they were trapped clopping around in the impossible maze-like dimensions of the house.

"Oh my goodness," gasped Emma in horror at her new plastic body. "This... this can't be possible!" She reached over to touch her own arm and screamed as she accidentally detached it from the articulated joint with a pop. Then she calmed, realising it didn't hurt and there was no blood.

Molly looked at her friend in shock. "Looks like we have detachable parts now. Just like a real doll," mused Emma - and before Molly could stop her, she had yanked Molly's arm till it came out with a pop.

Molly watched in sick fascination as Emma popped Molly's arm into her socket and pushed her orignal arm into Molly.

Emma giggled, she now had Molly's sleeve of tattoos and she wiggled her new arm with fascination.

"Looks like we can swap body parts now. I wonder if we get out of the house, would this become permanent?"

"Hey! Give me my arm back!"

"Mmmmh. Later. This feels kinda good..."

Ignoring Molly'd protests, the two of them began looking around and finding a staircase they climbed up it hoping to possibly find a window or something on the upper floor.

They found nothing, so wandering around for a few minutes they returned to the staircase - only to find Madison flanked by her bitchy lieutenants waiting.

She and her cohorts were also now plastic dolls. Madison looked like a demented Barbie.

"I don't know how you nerds turned us into these dolls, but you'll pay for this," screamed the plastic bully as she waved her jointed arms around in rage.

But before she could do anything all three girls began to scream as Emma suddenly rushed at them and pushed them down the stairs.

They tumbled and fell backwards, their plastic bodies breaking and falling into pieces as they fell down the stairs. Their heads rolled away from their torsos and other bits broke off as they landed in a heap of bits and pieces.

Molly looked at her friend in horror. "You... you killed them."

"No, they aren't dead. The magic seems to make us invulnerable. We can put them back together again later. But before we do..."

A wicked grin came over Emma's plastic face. Walking down the stairs she picked up one of Madison's legs. It was long and sexy, smoother and shapelier than her own. Popping her own leg off she attached Madison's instead and then grabbing the other one did the same.

"Mmmmmh ohhh fuck that feels good."

Giggling Emma stood up. She was now taller and her legs looked amazing. "Oh fuckkkk. I feel so much more powerful and dominant. Soooo confident. Mmmmh these body parts come with feels and I LIKE it. Taking your arm felt good, but this is even better."

Admiring her legs, Emma began looking around with a hungry look on her face. There was a wild gleam in her eyes.

"Wh... what are you doing?" gasped Molly in sick fascination.

"Just making a few other improvements," smirked Emma. "After all if we have changeable parts now... why not?"

She grinned as she found what she was looking for. Lucy, Madison's minion, had the biggest tits at school. They were huge and round - massive fucking milkers that jiggled and wobbled enticingly. Now those tits lay ready to be used.

Lifting them up, Emma detached her own small breasts and with a click, pushed Lucy's onto her chest. "Ohhhh fuck yes, that feels good," she groaned in pleasure as they attached. "I feel like such a... such a fucking bitch. I need MORE."

Turning round she laughed. She now towered over Molly and her massive tits dominated the room.

Emma mashed her plastic tits with glee. "These are gonna feel so fucking good when I become a real girl again, but they are already making me feel so powerful. Mmmmmh I think I'd like to be a bully. Being pathetic boring Emma is so dull."

"Emma, this is crazy. You can't do this. It's wrong."

"You're right," giggled Emma. "It is wrong but it feels so fucking good. Besides I won't be Emma for long. I'm sick of being so weak and pathetic. My body is in control now and it needs a new head. This body deserves to be bitchy. I can take it all. I can become the bully."

Picking up Madison's lifeless looking blonde head from the floor, Emma laughed madly as she reached up and to Molly's shock casually ripped off her own head.

Her body simply tossed her old head aside like it didn't need it, then with a groan of pleasure pushed Madison's slutty blonde head into the neck socket till it clicked.

Evil eyes fluttered open and the new super bitch stretched happily. "Mmmmh yummy, feels so good to have a new personality in the driving seat. I AM Madison now."

"E.... Emma?"

"In a manner of speaking loser. There's bits of her inside my perfect new body - but I'm like totes the best parts of all you sluts now. Haha, now let's rebuild my minions and then I can leave and start my new hot life as a super bitch. Lucy will just have to cope with smaller tits. Think I'll help myself to a better ass and a tighter pussy too whilst we are at it. Hey... you're a virgin right loser? Bet your pussy is super tight..."

Molly whimpered as her new bully approached with a mad gleam in her cruel eyes and she screamed as the new Madison began to tear her apart...

****

Madison groaned as she exited the house and plastic became flesh again. She loved the sensation as all of her new body parts finally merged and turned her into the slutty bimbo bitch she deserved to be. She was now a mix of all the best parts of the girls and rubbing her massive tits she could feel her new superior pussy start to tingle.

Her two minions exited behind her, now looking smaller and weaker without the assets she had taken.

"What about that loser Molly, you aren't gonna leave her like that are you Madison?" asked Lucy sulking at her now small tits.

"What loser?" laughed Madison as she strode away. "I don't remember any loser. What a shame, imagine being trapped in that house forever."

And deep inside the cursed mansion, a plastic mouth screamed from amongst a discarded pile of bits and pieces...

THE END

[cassiomaximo]

[shessoft]

A mood board/aesthetics for Regina x Janis in Wrapped in Plastic

[animeandcatholicism]

My biggest hot take

Is that, personally I believe that people should try to avoid body modification unless it's absolutely necessary and to accept themselves as they are.

Ultimately, you don't "fix" yourself by getting cosmetic surgeries and pumping yourself full of hormones or to alter your physical condition in order to achieve some perceived ideal that will "solve" your insecurities. The truth is, you have to accept yourself warts and all and nothing will magically solve that.

The only thing that you can control is how you respond to your own insecurities and often the way you do that is by confronting the reasons for that. Stop going onto social media and looking at people's "perfect lives" or consuming content that tells you what you need in order to be "happy". Talk to your friends and family, join a book club, an in person rpg group,go camping, somewhere that exposes you to the real side of life with as little bs as possible. Heck examine architecture and see how even in its flawed state it's still beautiful.

Understand that despite your flaws, insecurities and misgivings, you too are beautiful.

[danaclese]

On Marvel's Infinity comics layout

Comics meant to be read on a phone and scrolled down vertically with no need for page breaks.

I cant wait to see it taken advantage of with larger and longer spreads. But the format still hasn't quite found its self and layout editors and artists haven't all figured out how to fully take proper advantage of page space.

Some of the people involved are sticking to magazine traditional layout practices. For example lets look at a story driven dialogue heavy comic like, X-men unlimited (blurred to focus on layout)

I don't know the correct way to layout a dialogue heavy comic like x-men in this infinite scroll format, but they haven't found it yet here. Now lets look at a more antics and gags based, art heavy comic like Deadpool.

Now THIS gag lends its self to the new format EXTREMELY WELL. I would love to see Deadpool fall off a well drawn cliff and follow his "aaaaaaa" all the way down the detailed cliff side for several pages until a gross splat at the bottom.

Now on the one hand, brain hate change, but on the other I am so excited for the artistic potential of the new layout styles.

It's heartening to see the art form of comics embrace the digital medium in a way that doesn't have to be beholden to the width of a horses ass. (layouts are determined by paper sizes which going back far enough domino their way to cart or road sizes I'm sure)

Comics are here to stay and in the future they will scroll forever.

[anon-sect]

Picture source: Instagram account: @giantsOleprince

Dalton was shopping at one of the department stores. He was looking for a particular item that the store was supposed to have in stock or on the shelves, but he was having trouble finding it. He approached one of the employees. He noticed the name tag. His name was Eddie. "Sir, I am looking for Anvel Insoles. I can't find them. Could you help me?" He asked him.

Eddie was not in the mood to help anyone today. He really just wanted his shift to be over with so that he could go back home to play on the PS5. "I am a little busy. Go get someone one else." He dismissed the customer in a rather rude tone of voice.

Dalton didn't like how Eddie had treated him, especially a paying customer. "It won't take a moment of your time to point me in the right direction." He insisted so that he could find the product.

"Find it yourself." Eddie replied as he walked away from the guy. He decided he would take an early break. He didn't want to deal with the customer or anyone else.

Dalton really didn't like how Eddie responded. He wanted to teach the guy a lesson. He pulled out his phone and put in the setting on his app. He hit the flsah buttton. He walked over to a pile of clothes on the floor. He fished out a small six inch tall plastic toy from out of the clothes. "Nice, I can't wait to play with you later." He put the toy in his back poocket as he continued to shop.

Eddie didn't know what happened. One thing he was on his way to the break room and the next few seconds, he was reduced in size and couldn't move. He was surrounded by the clothes he was just wearing. He saw a giant hand fish him out. He was horrified to see that it was the customer he refused to help. After hearing his words, he tried to call for help but had no way to voice his fears. Being placed in the guy's back poocket like he was his possession was so degrading and humiliating. Yet, he was powerless to stop him from doing so.

Dalton did find the insoles he was looking for eventually, but the guy's help would have been beneficial. He got back home from shopping. He took out his new toy from the bag he had put him in. he really felt like humiliating the guy in the worst way. He pulled out his cock and jerked off. After a moment, he spread hot cum all over his toy, make sure to cover his face with it. "I bet you wished you was more polite to the customer now." He added.

Eddie was 100% straight. He was supposed to meet up with his girlfriend after work. Getting spread with hot cum was not something he wanted to see, let alone the guy's cock. He mentally pleaded for the guy to forgive him and turn him back to normal again.

Dalton cleaned him off and placed him at the other end of the couch. He turned on the tv to one of his favorite tv shows. He looked down at the other end of the couch at the helpless living toy near his feet. Unable to move or even protest, he loved having the living toy at his complete mercy. He slowly lowered his foot down on his living toy, playing with it with both feet. He could imagine how strong his foot odor was to his living toy.

Eddie was screaming mentally for mercy as a strong stench of his owner's feet was all in his face. He couldn't move or escape from being played with. He mentally begged for the guy to release him, but knowing he couldn't hear a single thought. He didn't want this to be his fate forever. He didn't want to be a toy under another guy's feet. He now regretted being so rude to the guy. He could only hope that the guy would eventually let him go as he was forced to smell all that stench in his face.

Dalton took out his phone and deleted the guys's human form from the app. He rather enjoyed playing with his helpless living toy. It made watching tv even more enjoyable. He was simply relaxing, watching his favorite show, while the poor guy was suffering under the stench of his feet. He could keep him forever.

[liauditore]

new suicide squad anime got me thinking about the genderbend batman au i made when i was 16 again.

extra (nsfw??? body horror + shirtless doodle lol) art under the cut + drabble.

A mysterious actress appears in Gotham!

Production for the long-anticipated remake of the 1930s classic horror film, "The Clay", is saved in part thanks to the audition of one woman with no credits to her name, just a face and demeanor identical of the late leading actress of the original film.

However, the cast and crew have bigger worries than their limited budget and endless demands from their producers -- everyone involved seems to be disappearing one by one!

While the average gothammite worries that the cult classic's "cursed" reputation might be a little more than an urban legend, The Batman refuses to entertain such unfounded silliness and aims to get to the bottom of this crime against cinema!

presenting BATMAN '63 - THE RISE OF CLAYFACE coming not actually ever lmao

(her hair is brown now because I like the idea of her appearance never being fully consistent lol. shapeshifters gotta do their thing)