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[mothedmanillustration]

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[bodyswapmischief]

Tales of the Sculptor: Origins

If you passed me on the street, you'd probably not remember who I was. Not because I would make you forget, but because I look so average. I'm not attractive or ugly. I'm not skinny, buff, or fat. I'm some where in between. I wasn't gifted with insane intellectual, creative, or athletic abilities. I was just another face in the crowd.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to be special and I knew I could have it much worse. But, everything change once I developed my abilities. You see, I can change another person's body, but never my own. Bodies becomes clay in my hands and I transform them. I've always tried to use these powers for good. I have help people gain or regain control over their lives. But, every time there is a consequence. The person I transformed gets a part of their personality changed. This has lead to some interesting situations, but also some terrible problems.

In my travels, I have meet others like me. People who have been gifted with transformation and shifting abilities. Whether they be mad scientist, magic users, cursed, or genetically gifted, these individuals all had a unique way of using their powers. Although there has been many people who also used their powers for good, I have witnessed many evil acts done by some with these abilities. And, Now I think I have committed one these horrible acts. I think I have made a mistake.

In these last days, I can only reflect on my journey and how I ended up here. I can only hope who ever reads this collection can find some understanding to what I did and why I did it. So, I guess now it's time to start from the beginning. How I discovered my power and the first person I changed, my origin story.

I discovered these abilities, when I was 18. I had just graduated high school, and decided not to immediately go to college. I had no plans for my life, so wasting money going to college without having a goal seemed like a bad idea. Instead, I went to work and looked for inspiration in the real world. I was free to explore who I was ... well almost. As fate would have it, someone else decided to not seek the college route. My bully, Bruce Mathews, throughout my whole educational life.

In high school, Bruce was the quarterback of the high school football team. He was insanely attractive. His dark hair was perfectly styled. His jawline was chiseled perfectly. His blue eyes stared right into your soul. You could say, I was attracted to him. I mean who wasn't. But he made everyday a living hell. And those feelings of love turn to fear, sadness, and confusion.

To the outside world, he was mister perfect. The whole school was on his side. His body was ripped from his sports workouts. His arms popped with muscle. His legs where made of pure power. His chest looked good, as his pecs strained against his shirt. He was the only person at the school with an 8 pack. He had the body of a god. The girls loved him. The guys wanted to be him. And, the staff/teachers made sure he was taken care of.

He had the power to make or break your social life. If he hated you, you would become an outcast. Name calling and verbal put downs where very common to these poor victims. But, I had it the worst. I was his number one target. As a result, I got the honor of also getting my ass kicked, regularly, by him and the rest of the football team. This ugly side of him ended up getting the better of him, when he decided to drink and drive. He got into a car accident by swerving into a store, in the middle of the night. As a result, he lost his scholarship, got rejected from his college, spent some time in jail, and was indebted into paying for the damages. So ... yeah karma got him. But, it didn't help me. Because now he was still around and even angrier.

I was walking back home, through some old railroad tracks. When I saw Bruce sitting on a log and drinking from a bottle. I quickly looked away from him and start walking past him. But, he got up and walked to me. He was wearing a muscle shirt and his muscular arms were on full display. His chest was rock hard. And, the tight muscle shirt outlined his abs. He grabbed me and pulled me up to his face. His breath smelled like alcohol.

"What the fuck you looking at fag!" He yelled as he pushed me to the floor. He then got on top of me and used his whole weight to pin me down. With the weight of the muscled jock on me it was becoming harder to breathe. With the flexing of his arms, he began punching me. The first few hit my chest and arms. Immediately, I felt an intense pain. And, I didn't know how much more I could have took. Then out of nowhere one hit my face and my eye sight went black for a second. I was completely left dazed. (He is going to kill) I thought to myself.

With a surge of adrenaline, I was able to free my arms. As, he aimed to punch me again, I grabbed his arm. I tried to talk to him, but only disoriented mumbling noises come out of my mouth. Meanwhile he kept drunkenly cursing at me. I felt myself losing the tug of war with his arm, as one of my hands braced his forearm and my other hand cupped his bicep. Suddenly, I felt less force being used to pull away from me. And his rock hard arms start to feel soft and squishy. Suddenly his whole arm slipped out of my grasp.

We both look at his arm, now it was stick thin. The mountain-like bicep was gone. The sturdy forearm was weak a fragile. Even his hand became smaller. It looked deformed on the rest of his big muscular body. "What the fuck did you do ... to me?" He yelled and then he decided to punch me with his other arm. Again, I grabbed it. And another tug of war occurred, with the same results and sensations.

He got off me and stumbled to the ground. I used that as my chance to flee. But, I looked back to see his eye turning red, with tears, as he examined his new arms. Still in a drunken haze of confusion. He saw me running away. He struggled to lift up his heavy body with his weak arms, so he yelled. "Come back you gotta fix this." But, I kept running. Reaching my house, I was extremely tired and instantly fell asleep.

I woke up the next day, confused if yesterdays events even occurred. But, I saw the bruises on my face on body. (Maybe I had some weird concussion induced dream) I thought to myself. My parents already left for work. I got dressed and made my way downstairs. When I heard a knock at the door. I was shocked to see Bruce standing in front of me. His muscular body still towering over me. However, this time he didn't have a form fitting shirt on. Instead, he was wearing an over sized sweater.

He weakly grabbed me by the collar. "Nobody is here right." He whispered. I just nodded yes. Then he tried to push me inside, but he failed to even move me an inch. Instead, I just walked back into the house, allowing him to follow me. He sighed and closed the door, as he followed me inside. I was just speechless and confused. Then he looked me straight in the eye and said "You gotta help me." He started taking off his sweater. Underneath he was shirtless. His massive pecs and 8 pack were the first things to come out. Then. I realized the truth once I saw his tiny arms. (It wasn't a dream).

"You gotta change me ... you gotta help me." He begged. I stood their in disbelief. "I don't even know what I did." I replied. "Look you little shit. I might not have my arms. But, I still have my legs, chest, and abs. If you don't help me, I'm going kick your ass." He yelled. With his small arms he grabbed my hands and weakly pressed them against his body. Scared my instincts took over. Not wanting him to kick my ass and wanting to fix what I did to him, I slid my hands to his arms. Again they felt soft, but with each heart beat they pumped up with muscle. Suddenly, he pushed me away.

"What the fuck are you doing." He yelled. "I want you to drain me from my muscles, not give them back." "What!?" I gasped in absolute shock. "Why?" "I realized something after, I sobered up and calmed down, yesterday. I hate my body. I always have. I hate being a big strong muscle jock." He said with complete honesty, while I stood there with my mouth open in shock. "I'm gay by the way. No one knows. Everyone excepts me to be this tough guy. But, I want to be small. I want a big strong man to take care of me. The truth is I had a crush on you in school. But, I hated that fact. So, I took it out by kicking your ass. By making you the monster." His voice now pained with guilt and regret. "Truth is ... I wanna be a twink" he shook his head and laughed "And now you can help ... you can change me. I already ruined this life. Turn me into a completely different person, so I can start again."

I looked at him. My bully confessing everything to me. All the things he did to me, why would I help him? But, my moral compass took the best of me. And , I placed my hands on his rock hard body. Instantly muscle evaporated off his body. His thick arms became sticks again. His chest flattened out, as I rubbed my hands on them. His abs were washed away with one brush of my hands. I continued rubbing different parts of his body. As these parts became clay in my hands, they started to shrink and become less defined. Less muscular. Smaller. Suddenly he started shrinking, until he was smaller then me. I made some changes to his face, but for the most part kept it the same. My hands slipped as I accidentally touched his crotch, shrinking his dick and balls as a result. He only moaned out in pleasure. His transformation was done as he cummed, all over the floor. His eyes glazed over.

"I'm sooo ... sorry for everything I put you through." He said to me. His voice was softer and lost any ounce of toughness. "I hope you can forgive me" he continued. Any presence of power left him. Now in front of me was a timid little twink. I understood what happened. I changed him and now his personality shifted. "Um ... now that your the big one. I mean you don't have to. But, since I have had a crush on you. And, I'd like to repay you. Can you ... um please... um fuck me." He shyly said, his checks becoming red.

I just nodded. As we embraced each other. Slowly making out. My body wrapped around his smaller frame. He adjust to suck my dick. And, I chuckled in disbelief, as my ex bully is now the little weak one who just wants to please me. I lift him up on the bed. With erotic thoughts of his transformation in my head, I shoved my hard on into his tight little ass. We both climaxed and laid next to each other, catching our breath.

He leaned over and kissed me. "Thank You." He said. He took my clothes and walked out of my home. They were still to big for him, but they fit better than his old ones. I never heard from him again. But, I heard he made his way to California to live the best off his twink life.

That was my first time having sex and the first use of my power. It is also, only, the first part of my story.

[alanfromrochester]

Puns masterpost

-Mine- I like Cheddar, but I'm neutral on Swiss. I was up reading atheist literature at an ungodly hour. I don't want to go to the agricultural supply store in the seedy part of town. I was reading a book on anti-gravity and couldn't put it down. A man was arrested for theft when he was caught rifling through a pile of guns with grooved barrels. It's hard to save money on postage stamps, because you have to pay sticker price. Fixing flats is tiring. The high pH of lye is basically what drain cleaner is. Marriage is the decision of a wife time. A violent wine snob is a terroirist. I wanted to write a book about bad excuses, but I figured no one would buy it. A man used a handgun to extort money from people going to the bathroom - it was a piss toll. A sergeant being demoted is corporal punishment. Fashionistas are clothes-minded. Mysterious ticking noises are da bomb. Terrorism is da bomb. Avoiding panhandlers is hobophobic. Gifts that come out of nowhere are from the aether bunny. Tom joined the Army and ended up working on the powerplants of large armored vehicles. He's Thomas the tank engine man. An anticapitalist Japanese spirit is a commie kami. A gay person living on the streets is hobosexual. Gay friends are homiesexuals. Don't smoke weed in a dwelling with transparent walls - people who live in glass houses shouldn't get stoned. People objecting to a particular war are caught between Iraq and a hard place. The military can cost an arm and a leg. A banana bought with British welfare money is Dole on the dole. The staff at a Chinese restaurant are cowokers. This movie is rated Arr for violence at sea.

-Inspired By- Communism is a sickle answer to a complex problem. [Pig With The Face Of A Boy, Complete History Of The Soviet Union, Arranged To The Melody Of Tetris] Using ape disguises for a hit and run raid is gorilla warfare. [K.A. Applegate, Animorphs] Someone crashed into a tree, but he was oaky. [Lynyrd Skynyrd, That Smell]

-From others- I relish these food jokes... Every time you make a typo, the errorists win. It's hard to be cheesy when everyone around you is laughtose intolerant. I bought some shoes from a drug dealer. I don't know what he laced them with, but I've been tripping all day. Dangerous mining work induces digger mortis. RIP, pot of boiling water - you will be mist. Tectonic plates are perfect for serving a continental breakfast. Thinking otherwise seems faulty. Atheism is not-for-prophet. Dropping a handgun into avocado dip makes glockamole. A cigar shaped like a dinosaur is a bluntosaurus. Leather armor is good for sneaking around because it's made of hide. Obama and Biden going out to dinner is a government mandate. A flooded convent is nunderwater. If you stand in pouring grain, you're going to get wheat. I broke up with my gym. We were just not working out. If I give a penny for your thoughts, and you put your two cents in, I make interest on my interest. The Illuminatea want to bring about a brew world order. 'beefstew' is not a stroganoff password. People with pictures in lockets are independant. If a Norwegian robot analyzes a bird, it Scandinavian. Last night on Dancing With The Tsars, Peter and Catherine were great, but Ivan was terrible. My friend really changed since she became a vegetarian. It's like I've never seen herbivore. A pregnancy scare is a near life experience. There's a special place in the heart for deoxygenated blood. Someone staying in the closet is keeping a straight face. A frog's car broke down and it got toad away. If you pour root beer into a square cup, you'll get beer. If you know what you're doing in 5 years, you have 2020 vision. Gathering animals and inflating the count is rounding up. Tears are glumdrops. A good hot liquid meal is souper. People sometimes get divorced because of a stalemate. Lab accidents are sometimes caused by tripping on acid. A guacamole is equal to 6.0221415×10^23 guacas - that's Avocado's number. Spilling spices means you have too much thyme on your hands. Being welcomed by spices is season's greetings. Being unable to get manure means you can't buy shit. Indiana Jones is fedora the explorer. Minions are a despicable meme. Ingredients should be called recipieces. Why was the accountant a pessimist? Because he knew it was an accrual world. Some aquatic mammals escaped the zoo. It was otter chaos. I contemplated my navel and invented fuzzy logic. I bought a lot of tubers at a discount supermarket - what am I going to do with Aldi's potatoes? LEGO Nexo Knights includes the characters Clay Moorington, Macy, Axl and Lavaria, wizard's assistant A. Prentiss, and some names that are even more obvious. If a Tesla gets stolen, it becomes an Edison. For awhile, Houdini used trap doors in every act - it was a stage he was going through. Jokes about communism aren't funny [unless you share them, because they're classless, in practice] Have a souper birthday - you're one in a bouillon! Vietnam vets are not fonda Jane. Crime dramas are arresting television. Wearing cowboy clothes is ranch dressing. Removing an angel from a fountain creates a sans seraph font. Seven ate nine because you're supposed to have three squared meals a day. Scientists have almost completed building a sex robot but they’re still working out its kinks. Balance between friends and women is homie-hoe-stasis. The tenth Fast and Furious movie should be called Fast 10: Your Seatbelts. Fed Sex, for when you absolutely need it overnight. [I still remember that novelty T-shirt I saw in high school]

-Songs- Weird Al's Party at the Leper Colony is so full of puns they're falling off. The Kip Addotta song Wet Dream is a wave of fishy puns.

"I had a ball when I conquered France and Belgium, though it took a lot of Gaul." "You say the peasants are revolting? Well hey I knew that." - MC Lars, It's A Latin Thing [the song concept is a pun on Latin meaning Hispanic or the Roman language]

-Collaboration- Never apollogize for your bad puns about greek gods. - http://raganiazumi.tumblr.com/post/113977297966/ Even if people get in your hera about it. - me

Why are glue sticks not called stick sticks? - http://warriorsdebt.tumblr.com/post/120794813885/why-are-glue-sticks-not-called-stick-sticks Carol: Hard to say. Me: That's rather dry humor.

If Trump becomes president, there will be hell toupee. (Carol: I'll wig out.)

(seen online) I wish Medusa would stop objectifying people. (Carol: I don't take that for granite.)

-Sexual- A woman tried to get a divorce because of her husband's impotence, but that didn't stand up in court. A man was caught masturbating and called it a stroke of bad luck. People who obsess about sex are thinking inside the box. A gay king is a royal pain in the ass. A man had a fight with his erection and beat it single-handedly. Someone new to giving blowjobs is in over someone else's head. Being happy about anal sex is celebrating a weak end.

-Sexual from others- Election and erection both mean a dick rising to power. I'm pro-bush, but not the George W kind. Over the past year, my sexual fetishes have been slowly getting more perverse, but it wasn't until I spanked a statue that I realized I'd hit rock bottom. A Wednesday when it's not raining is dry hump day.