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"Ahhh~ We're here!" Your step-sister exclaimed, bursting through the threshold of your home. She leaped towards you uncharacteristically, as if hoping for an embrace. You instinctually wrapped your arms around her thin frame, eliciting a happy squeal from her lips.

"Welcome to my house" you said meekly to your sister and parents. It was the first time you had invited them over officially, and there was no better time than now for Christmas. You got them seated in your living room and made sure they had access to all your appetizers and beverages.

"So what took you so long to have us over?" Your step-mom started. "And how come you missed last Christmas?" You father finished for her.

"Well, truth be told, we've been working on a massive project at work, like literally years long, but we're finally nearly finished. I can't really get into specifics, but it's for the military and it's going to help the ground troops. It's really cutting edge stuff. Literally the reason I went to college for." You were beaming with pride and filled to the brim with want to tell them all about the project, but the only one that seemed to look even semi-interested was your step-sis.

She had never made much of an impression on you when you two were living together, and she was far from any step-sibling fantasy growing up. But it had seemed like she had finally come into her own since moving out on her own. She was still rail thin, for the most part, and her face cleared of all her teenage acne. She HAD developed a rather sizable rear, but you could tell that it was from hard work rather than being inactive... not that you were staring. Looking back now, you realized that you hadn't been keeping in touch with your sis or your family much since you started your job at the military research facility.

"It hasn't been from lack of wanting to reach out to you guys, the job has just been really demanding since the get-go." Your excuse didn't seem to work too well on your parents.

"Well, I missed you and I'm glad you're here now." Your sister chimed. "And look at this big fancy house you live in now thanks to all the hard work you're doing! I bet they're paying you really well too!" Her praise was scratching an itch in your brain that was undeniably inflating your ego a little bit. This was very awkward coming from someone who mostly kept to herself when you two shared a house. She did seem interested in the same research that you were and seemed passionate about your dreams and goals, but she for sure didn't pursue the same dreams or actually understand the science behind it. She was always supportive of you reaching your goals though.

As the night wore on, your parents finally decided to bow out and head home, leaving just you and your sister, facing each other on opposite couches. She leaned in closer. "So tell me," she whispered, as if anyone else was in the house to eavesdrop. "what's really going on with your research? I know when we were younger, all you would talk about was making tech to make 'super soldiers'. but did you actually do it? You did, didn't you? You can tell me." Her words seemed almost manic, as if begging for information. You couldn't hold it back any longer.

"We did! It's so exciting. Like, you don't even know. All my research, all the grants, my whole team, it all came together perfectly as a culmination of my dreams and hard work. What we've created and what it can, in theory do, are just mind blowing." You were beaming and gushing at this point, like a parent, boasing about their child. "I can't wait for you to see the practical applications of it in a few years after it had gone through all the safety testing and red tape." She seemed defeated after hearing that last part. 'It's always the waiting' she thought to herself.

"Whaaaat?" She sighed, audibly protesting. "I don't want to have to wait years to properly see my brother's hard work! I want to see it now!" You sister whined like a child when she wanted to get her way, and now was no exception.

"The tech is solid, and the prototype is finished, but there's still lots of hoops to jump through and safety tests to perform before we can just start putting people in it, silly. I still wish you could see it, but it's just not there yet." Her ears perked up at the thought of her opportunity presenting itself.

"Well clearly I've had too much to drink to be able to drive myself home tonight. I think I just need to spend the night on your couch and then I can go home tomorrow." She turned on her side and laid her head on the arm rest, feigning fatigue.

"I have to work in the morning, so you need to be gone before I am, I don't have any spare keys or anything like that." You told her sternly.

"Maybe I'll just come with you to work then, so you can show me what you've been working on and I can praise you properly." Your sister said, filling your cup with more alcohol. You hadn't noticed, but clearly she was trying to get you drunk.

Morning came in a flash as you could barely hear your alarm from your bedroom. You awoke on the couch, not sure of how the night had gotten away from you. "Morning sleepyhead." Your sister teased. "I couldn't move you from the couch since you're too heavy, so I slept in your bed, I hope you don't mind. Also, since your alarm is going off, I assume that means we have to go to work now." She slid a cup of coffee into your hands as the brain-fog began to lift.

"Huh? We? What are you talking about? I can't take you to work with me." Clearly you hadn't been tough enough on her last night.

"What do you mean? You told me last night that I could come see it! You said you were happy to show it off to me and that no one would be there so there shouldn't be any issues! You promised!" You sister started to huff and pout, crocodile tears filling her eyes. Had you promised her that? It WAS true that you were going to have the lab to yourself.

"Did I really promise? I mean, I guess..." You trailed off, knowing already by the smile growing on her face that you had lost and she had won. Grab your things, let me get ready. It'll be a short day and then I'll treat you to lunch." She giggled to herself at your suggestion of buying her lunch. 'That's right you will. It's working!' She thought to herself giddily.

As you strapped into your car, your sister did the same. Turning the air off and making sure the windows were rolled up as she did. The drive was short, but the air was stifling. You moved to turn the air on, but your sister cut you off, blocking the knob. "I don't want to get chilly. Leave it off." She said it as a command, and your body froze. You nodded your head and reluctantly returned your hand to the steering wheel. 'That was a weird reaction.' You thought to yourself, remarking that as the drive wore on the stale air seemed to get sweeter and sweeter. Suddenly, you became hyper aware of your step-sister. You had never been attracted to her in any physical capacity, but suddenly, her feminine charms seemed to be turned up to eleven. The heat rising in the car and your increased heart rate suddenly made you break out in a sweat, and the outside world seemed to fade to grey as you continued driving to your place of employment on autopilot. All the while, you couldn't help but steal glances at your sister. She wasn't oblivious to this in the slightest as she adjusted her low-cut top, revealing her small amount of cleavage. She rubbed her legs together in her fuzzy leggings that clinged to her just tightly enough to leave nothing to the imagination. You started to pant from the blood boiling under your skin.

"What's wrong bro?" She asked teasingly. "You seem kind of hot and bothered." She put a hand on your thigh and electricity jolted through you. You could feel yourself growing hard only inches away from her hand as thinking became harder and more frustrating.

'Focus on the road' You thought to yourself, unable to vocalize any thoughts out loud between pants and stifled moans. Moans? 'Why am I moaning? What's wrong with me?' As you approached a red light, your step-sister grabbed the back of your head and shoved your face against the nape of her neck. As you breathed in her heavly scent, you were sent nearly over the edge.

You could feel your member surge longer, reaching maximum length. Your heartbeat throbbed through it, resonating at the tip, and you felt ready to burst at any minute. Suddenly, your sister pulled you away and turned your head back to the road. "It's green, dummy." She said cheekily. "Are we almost there?" You nodded, trying not to dwell on the fact that you were almost there in more ways than one.

Finally you pulled up to the facility, the gate cam scanning your registered plate and swinging open. You pulled into your parking spot and finally were able to shut the car off, throwing the door open and clamoring out for some fresh air. As you took deep breaths out in the open, you could start to feel the fog in your mind lifting ever so slightly. You were just starting to regain some composure when your step-sister came from behind and put her arms around you, forcing herself too close to you and refilling your lungs full of her alluring aroma.

"Let's go inside, it's chilly out here." You nodded, your eyes clouding over and her control over you reasserting itself. You flashed your card at the door and it clicked open. Your sister opened the door and ushered you through. You shambled after her with her leading you by the hand. It seemed like she knew exactly where she was going. Suddenly you found yourself in the testing room with the tech safely on display in its glass case. Right in the center of the room was a jet black suit that looked like latex. Although very unassuming and more than slightly lewd looking, this was the culmination of you and your team's hard work.

Upon seeing the black suit in the case, Belle immediately dropped your hand and sprinted up to it, placing her hands and nose right against the glass. The suit seemed to shimmer and shiver in response. "So while you're getting everything ready, how's about you tell me what exactly this is and how you made it?"

You cocked your head to the side before trying to shake out more of the fog that was clouding your thoughts. "Get what ready? I'm still trying to figure out how I agreed to bring you here. And what happened to me on the way over." You took this chance to slump into your chair at your control desk and take in some more air away from Belle, who was already quickly rushing over to you.

"What do you mean?" She said in her whiny voice as she perched herself on your lap, throwing her arms around you and placing her neck, once again, in range of your nose. "You told me last night that you'd bring me here and show me your lab and the tech and tell me how it works! You even told me that I could try it out!"

That didn't sound right to you. You wouldn't compromise your project that hadn't even been tested on humans yet. You especially wouldn't risk harming your step-sister...and yet. "Did I say that?" You asked, half slurring your words while reentering your trance."

"That's right. You told me that I could be the first super soldier and that you'd make your little sister grow big and strong." She pouted and snuggled against you, rubbing her scent on you and forcing another wave of arousal to surface. You could feel your bulge pressing into Belle's thigh, and she giggled knowing that she had you back under her spell. "Be a good boy for me and start getting it set up while you tell me all about your project." She whispered in your ear, her hot breath sending chills through your body. She got off you then and walked back over to the case as you turned to your control panel and started pushing buttons and entering codes.

"So basically we found this organism. It's unlike anything from our dimension." you began, telling a speech that you'd been rehearsing for months just for this big reveal "So we theorize that this thing came through a Mandela hole, which basically is a crack in our dimension that leads to a parallel one...but that's not important." As you were speaking, your sister quickly got naked, leaving her clothes in a messy pile on the floor. You were far too engrossed in your trance to notice. You pulled a lever and the glass of the case receded into the ceiling, leaving the suit exposed to your sister's quick clutches. She immediately grabbed it and started to put it on while you continued your procedures.

"So we quickly found that this organism was still tethered to its home dimension and that by binding it to some cutting edge technology, we could channel that energy into a host that the organism more than willingly bonded with." Your sister didn't seem all that interested in the science of it all as she was sliding into the suit that seemed to vibrate and slither further onto her.

"Why is this thing so tight if it's meant for big strong men to put on?" She asked, trying wriggle herself into it. You instinctively pushed a button that sent an electrical pulse through the tech, causing it to immediately expand and envelop Belle, covering her just like an inorganic body suit would. This, however, was not inorganic and seemed to quiver and purr in the satisfaction of being united with other living tissue. "That's better!" Your step-sister squealed, checking herself out and feeling herself up.

You pressed a few more buttons and twisted a big red dial as the screen lit up with your step-sister's biometrics. The screen displayed her vitals and the organisms output, showing just a measly tenth of a percent. As the suit fully bonded to your sister, she made an uncomfortable noise. "OW! It feels like i just got poked by needles all over my body and...and...oh. Now I feel better. Now I feel...kinda good."

"I just need to...need to...Why am I doing this?" With the suit covering your sister's skin, the scent in the air began to quickly fade. You finally looked away from the panel long enough to realize that your sister was fully bonded to the suit. "Shit, Belle. What the fuck? We need to get you out of that right now!"

"I think it's a little late for that, bro...mmmph. I can feel my body being fed that energy that you were talking about. It's ever so slowly entering my skin through those little needles that I got pricked by. And it's just making me feel so good." You could see now that the suit that had coated your sister was pulsing as it was being fed and, in turn, feeding her, forcing its host to absorb the energy that was being transmitted. You looked from her to the screen. All vitals were improving rapidly. 'This is valuable data,' you thought to yourself. 'but this is way too dangerous to continue.'

"I think we might need to pump the breaks here, sis." You said, trying to be the voice of reason. "You got to try it out. You're super healthy and strong now already according to the vitals monitor. It looks like you're already way stronger than me judging by the muscle density scanners."

"Is that so?" Your sister said, enthusiastically. She sauntered over to you, making sure to sway her wide hips with every step, the fluorescent lights of the lab creating a sheen against the body suit as she did. She was suddenly sitting in your lap again. The suit being on her combined with her increased muscle density made her noticeably heavier than when she sat on you only minutes before. But it was more than that. Her whole form seemed larger. This was a theoretical side effect of the tech, but you still were in awe of getting to see and feel it first hand. "You know..." She started, putting a hand on your chin and forcing eye contact. "I worked really hard to save up the money to get the pheromone concoction that I used on you last night to get you here. Sneaking it into your drink and downing the control agent myself. Forcing you to be in the car with me on the way over to make you even more susceptible to it. It wasn't cheap and it wasn't easy, but it got me here. It's just a little hiccup that my body stopped pumping it out when I bonded with this suit." She gestured to the pulsing blackness that coated her body, running her hands up and down herself as she grabbed two handfulls of her tits. "God, even these feel bigger and better. You have no idea how long I've fantasized about this. ever since you told me about your dreams of making big strong soldiers. Maybe even before that. I've always wanted to be bigger. And now you're making it happen!"

She readjusted herself in your lap as she stalled you with her speech while the energy continued to flow into her. "I can feel my body changing by the minute. becoming more and more and more and...mmmm...I'm so much stronger than you now and growing bigger and stronger still...I could just make you do what I want now." For the first time in your life, you had become genuinely afraid of what used to be your little step-sister.

"Belle, let's talk about this. It's true that you're bigger and stronger than me now, but that's enough right? How tall are you now? Six? Six and a half feet maybe. That's huge. And your muscles are so tight and toned now that-

"I know!" She cut in, flexing her muscles which rippled and defined themselves against the suit as she did. "I can FEEL how strong I'm getting! It's amazing! This truly is marvelous technology that would have revolutionized modern troop warfare. But it's mine now. And it feels way too good to stop. And your definition of huge and mine are way different. So I need you to be a good brother and turn up the juice. I'm tired of being drip fed this energy. I need you to flood me with it." With that, she got off your lap and skipped back to the center of the room, before twirling around to face you. "And before you even think about trying to say no, just know that even if you were to shut off the whole machine now, it's too late. I'm warning you. I'm so much bigger and stronger than you that you wouldn't have a chance, and I would be far too angry to hold myself back. So it's really your only option. I'm counting on you bro."

"Right..." You uttered, completely defeated by your newly monstrous sister. 'the fucking pheromones' you thought to yourself as you started to play with the controls again. 'that's how she got in my head and made me give her everything she wanted. I wonder if I have any other options here.' You looked at all the controls and came up with only too paths to choose. Path one would open the flood gates like your sister asked and make her an extra bulky bitch in no time, side effects be damned. Option two would be to reverse the energy flow and drain all of her new power back into the organism. That option came with too many risks to calculate. What would happen to the organism with that much energy in it? Would your sister return to how she was, or would she waste away? You were running out of time, and all the while your sister was still being pumped, albeit ever so slowly, full of energy. "Ok, fine. You win. I'll turn up the output. I'll make you stronger. I don't know what else will happen to you though...we haven't even run simulations on this kind of output. Are you sure you don't want to stop?"

"Come on! I need it! Hurry!" She was growing more and more impatient by the second and you didn't want her to end you, so you started to type in codes ignore warning screens and type in more codes to get to the most advanced settings.

"Here goes." You said, voice quivering with fear, and admittedly a little excitement, about your project being used to its full potential. You cranked up the dial from one tenth of a percent to ten percent all at once.

"Oh fuck!" Belle cried out, falling to her knees and then lying down on her back. She immediately started to convulse as the suit pulsed and purred around her, pumping massive amounts of energy into her already enlarged form. "I feel like I'm going insane! There's so much being forced into me! It feels amazing! Umph! Bigger!" You watched as your sister began to pulse larger and larger with each pulse of the suit. As you looked back at the screen, the instruments for her vitals were completely nonsensical. She was literally off all the charts and growing fast. eight, ten, twelve feet went by as she moaned in pleasure. "More more more! Turn it up higher! I can take it!" You cranked the dial to twenty percent and your step-sister doubled in size, orgasming as she did. She felt herself gush hard, her whole cunt clenching as her clit rubbed against the suit while she bucked her hips in ecstasy. Every part of her seemed more sensitive in the most pleasurable way. She felt herself up reveling in the sensation of her nipples protruding against the suit. She rubbed her fingers over them and felt them grow even harder in response. As she twisted and pulled and squished them against her already bigger breasts, she could feel them swell under her fingers, growing faster than the rest of her and evening out her hourglass figure. "That's it! I love this! I feel like I'm ascending! Like I'm finally going to be as big as I've always meant to be!" As your sister became more in tune with her growing body, she could feel the pheromone concoction still in her system. Forcing tiny holes in the neck of the suit to open, she told her body to produce more of the pheromone, and it complied. Immediately, you were overwhelmed.

"Turn it up. All the way." Your sister commanded, still writhing on the ground in growing bliss between constant climaxes. unable to resist, you cranked the dial all the way. Rapidly running out of room, Belle ballooned up to an impressive eighty feet and exploded out of the building, her giant suited foot shielding you from the rubble as it plowed right through your control panel, destroying the connection to the suit. She hardly noticed outgrowing your lab, but the feed of energy being severed left Belle with a sense of longing. She lifted her foot and the surrounding debris away from you before scooping you up into her hand. "Fuck you're tiny." She said, standing up to her full height of one hundred feet. "Everything is tiny. But it could be smaller. I could be bigger. I should be." Using her connection to the suit, free of tech, she reached out to try and find a source of energy. She could feel something in the distance, outside the city. "Where did you say this thing came from? A Mandela hole? I think I can sense one. I want to drink from it." Your big step-sister opened a hole in her suit exposing her vast cleavage and dropped you in. "Lets go 'little bro' I wouldn't want you to miss the show." She began walking towards the source of energy, all the while her suit purring and hungry, just like its host.

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misseviehyde · 2 years ago

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MOVING IN

Jane was pretty pissed off when her fat, useless, lazy brother Morgan begged her to let him move in with her.

Mom and Dad had thrown him out again for his useless attitude and he had nowhere else to go.

Jane had always been soft and she agreed he could stay, even though she knew it would really piss off her husband Jason.

Jason was the only earner in the home. He was a successful business man and Jane had always wanted to be a stay at home wife and had nagged him into agreeing.

Jane told Morgan he could take the spare room and as predicted Jason exploded when he found out. After all now he had to support three people on his salary.

"That fucking useless brother of yours better be gone in a week. He's a parasite... a drain on society. I want him GONE. It's bad enough that you just sit around here living off me - but I refuse to support him too."

But two weeks later and Morgan was still there. Jason was becoming increasingly bad tempered and Jane begged her brother to do something.

"At least... get a job. There are medical trials in the paper... they pay well. Please do something to get Jason off my back."

Morgan sighed and wearily agreed to sign up to a well paid medical trial. He signed up over the phone and a few days later a bottle of pink pills turned up at the house.

Morgan had to take one pill a day and record the effects. The trial was well paid and Jack was satisfied when Morgan paid off some of the food bills he'd been running up.

"I still want that loser gone," he muttered - "but at least whilst we are stuck with him, he's earning his keep at last."

**********

The first change that Jane noticed about Morgan was the dramatic weight-loss. The pink pills seemed to have an immediate effect on his metabolism and within two days there was a noticeable difference.

Not only did weight start to slough off him, but he became more active. He began to rise earlier and even eat less. His body began to get slimmer and slimmer and a sudden interest in exercise only seemed to speed up the transformation.

The second thing she noticed was the effect on his health. Morgan's pale unhealthy skin began to take on a healthy glow and his acne cleared up. His lank, greasy hair seemed to thicken and become glossier. It grew at an astonishing rate and within a few days it had reached his shoulders. Blonde streaks now showed at the roots.

Surprisingly the three day old stubble he normally sported on his chin went completely. At first Jane thought he must be shaving it off - but after watching him for a few days - she realised it was just... gone.

Morgan was delighted with the changes... the pink pills were giving him a new lease of life and he was delighted when another bottle arrived and he was told to increase his dose to two pills a day.

His clothes barely fit him and so it was hard to tell under his baggy t-shirts and loose sweat pants - but there was something distrubing about his body shape.

The more Jane looked at her brother - the more she worried about the effect of the pills. His features seemed smoother, his skin silkier. His body hair seemed to have completely fallen out and there were curves to his hips and chest that she was sure didn't use to be there.

Her suspicions were confirmed one day when she came home to find Morgan in her gym clothes.

Jane's grey tracky bottoms fit his increased ass and wider hips perfectly and her gym top showed off his toned arms and abs. The plunging neckline of the top also revealed a growing well of cleavage.

Morgan's hair was now a dirty blonde colour half way down to his lower back and he seemed to have shrunk in height and mass. When Jane looked at him she saw a girl who looked a lot like her... only in some ways prettier.

"Morgan... those pills. You gotta stop taking them and you gotta get help. They're feminising you!"

Morgan shrugged, "Why would I do that? I've never felt better."

The door opened and Jason walked in. He did a double take as he saw Morgan.

"M... Morgan is that you? Holy shit, what the fuck have those pills done to you? How is this possible?"

Morgan giggled... he actually giggled and Jane suddenly noticed his voice was much lighter in pitch and tone. It sounded... feminine.

"I don't know but I'd say it's an improvement wouldn't you?"

Jane suddenly realised that Jason was looking at Morgan in a way he never had before. Approvingly. His hungry eyes were roaming up and down her brothers body. She felt a flood of jealousy and annoyance. Her brother had to go.

"Jason, he's still a useless freebooting loser. You were right. We should have kicked him out weeks ago. Pack your stuff Morgan."

"Wait!" cried Morgan in horror. "Please... I know I've been useless but thanks to these pills I'm changing. I can make everything up to you both."

"I'm not interested Morgan," Jane spat. "Jason and I want you out of this house!"

Morgan looked at Jason. His face took on a pleading expression. Soft pink lips twisted into a pout, big dark eyes fluttered enticingly. "IS that what you still want Jason?"

"No... wait... lets not be hasty," muttered Jason turning to look at Jane. "We can't just kick her out - not like this."

"Her?" asked Jane incredulously.

"Did I say that?" he scowled. "You know what I mean. Him I mean. We can't just throw him out... not like this."

They began to argue. Jane couldn't believe Jason had changed his mind. Morgan just stood looking at them, biting his lip like a naughty schoolgirl waiting to hear his fate.

"Fuck this... we'll make a decision later tonight," scowled Jason. "We need to calm down and think this over. I'm going to my office."

He turned and marched out and as Jane glared at Morgan and stormed up to her bedroom.

***********

Jane cried in her room for a few minutes. She expected Jason to come apologise, but when he didn't she decided she would go speak to him in his office.

Walking down the landing, she heard voices and pausing she listened at the door.

"Thank you for supporting me Jason, I can't believe my own sister has turned on me. I need you to protect me," came Morgan's voice.

"I already have a wife to look after, why should I look after you too?" snarled Jason's voice.

"Because Jason - you pay for this house and everything in it, but you don't get anything in return from her. No wonder you feel so angry. Your freeloading wife brings her freeloading brother here. She never gives you any attention and she just takes advantage of you. A guy like you deserves more. I'll find a way to give it to you if you let me stay. What do you want from me?"

"I... I just want you to make yourself useful. Stop being such a useless layabout and find a purpose in life. Those pills have made you fit and hot, you should use that to your advantage."

"Yes..." smiled Morgan. "Whatever you want."

Peering in through the crack in the door - Jane watched her feminised brother sinking to his knees in front of Jason.

"Wh... what the fuck are you doing?" he stammered as Morgan reached out and unzipped his fly.

"Making myself useful..."

Jason groaned as his dick sprang out. Jane's heart was beating and she thought she was going to scream as she watched her brother begin to pump her husbands dick.

"Don't you like this? I'm finally using my new body to my advantage."

Jane watched as Morgan leant down to her husbands stiffening dick and without any hesitation slid it into his mouth.

"Mmmppphhhhhh, *glug*"

Jason groaned in pleasure and his manly hands slid onto Morgan's blonde head and began to pump his head up and down on his rock hard cock.

"Yessssss suck my cock you little fucking slut. Fucking take it."

Saliva oozed out of the corner of Morgan's mouth and there were tears in the corner his eyes as he gagged and choked on dick. Glugging and moaning, his head bobbed up and down as he took the cock like a pro.

Jason was in heaven. Jane had never seen her husband so turned on. When she had sucked Jason's cock - it was nothing like this. It lacked this primal sexual energy.

"That's it you little fucking slut - you're my bitch now," groaned Jason in delight. "Keep making yourself useful and you can stay as long as you like. Ahhhhh I'm gonna fucking cum, take it all you slut."

Morgan's eyes widened and Jason's balls throbbed as he gasped and began to unload into his brother-in-laws mouth.

"Fucckkkkk if only your sister could suck cock like that," grinned Jason. "You're already better than her at that."

Morgan giggled, cum still leaking from the corner of his mouth. He swallowed happily.

"I was born to be a girl. Let me stay and I'll become better than her at EVERYTHING. I promise Daddy."

Jason shivered in delight. "Yesssss make yourself into my slut and you can stay as long as you like."

"Mmmmh, let me wash those pink pills down with your cum. I want this so badly."

Seeing the rapture in their faces Jane didn't know what to do. She should have burst inside raging almost ten minutes ago, but for some reason she had just stood and watched.

Worse... her pussy was wet and there was something kind of hot about watching her brother replace her.

Was she... enjoying this?

She went back to her room and fingered herself to orgasm as she cried. This was fucked up.

*************

Over the next week Morgan changed further. He had increased his dosage of the pink pills - but he also now embraced the transformation.

Jason stopped sleeping with Jane. Each night he would make some pathetic excuse so he and Morgan could be alone. Each night Jane would secretly watch as Morgan sucked Jason's cock and then she would get off to it.

One night as she watched, Morgan didn't sink to his knees as was usual. Instead he bent over the desk and flicked up his tiny skirt.

His tiny cock was caged in pink plastic and he spread his perfect tight asshole enticingly. In moments Jason was inside him, and the two of them moaned in joined pleasure as Morgan got fucked deep and hard.

Jason had truly made Morgan into his bitch.

Jane woke up one morning to hear banging next door in Morgan's room. She watched as he hauled out his old oversized clothes and replaced them with new female clothes.

She saw to her horror that Morgan had their credit card. Jason had obviously given it to her and he was now watching approvingly as his new slut filled her wardrobe with boots, miniskirts and crop tops.

The pills had almost finished their work now. Morgan's hair was now a bitchy blonde, his breasts were full and perfectly formed - every curve of his body was feminine perfection.

You would only have known he was a man because of the tiny micro-dick in those pretty panties.

And the fact that Morgan was a better woman and more attractive than Jane now just made her horny.

The couple had obviously realised she knew what was happening and once Jason knew that Jane wasn't going to object it was only a matter of time.

One morning at breakfast - Jason ordered Morgan to flip up his skirt. Moments later he was busy fucking the shit out of him whilst Jane watched helplessly.

"Your brother is finally of some use. He's my fuck-slut now," growled Jason as Morgan moaned and played with his tits as his Daddy fucked him in the ass.

"Mmmmmhhh too bad loser," giggled Morgan to Jane. "Your husband is mine now and I'm his obedient little whore."

The pink pills had turned her brother into a homewrecking bitch. Jane hated and worshipped her new sister in equal measure. She had discovered that nothing made her cum harder than watching her husband cheat on her.

It became natural to defer to Morgan. Her new sister began to become bossy and dominant in the home. Dressed in the most stylish outfits and looking like a Goddess - Morgan forced Jane to lick her boots and even eat Jason's cum out of her ass.

"Your useless lazy brother is gone," smirked Morgan as she played with her long blonde hair. "I'm your bitch of a sister now."

Jane was forced to watch as Jason moved Morgan into their master bedroom. Night after night she'd listen to them fuck next door - the pounding thuds and screams of ecstasy powering her own pleasure as she finger fucked her needy pussy.

She knew Jason would never fuck her again. She knew she was now a cuckquean and like some perverted bitch liked it. She knew she wasn't worthy to lick Morgan's boots.

Her sister had moved in - and there was no getting rid of her ever again...

#evie hyde #bitchification #m2f transformation #m2f corruption

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that-one-dark-smiley · 30 days ago

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I'm officially one month on T!!

I wanted to make a post to document every month what changed and stuff, so here it is!

First of all, my skin and hair got more oily like... A few days in already. By now it's got to the point where I have to wash my hair every two days because it's so greasy. I don't really have a problem with acne, I have a few more blackheads and pimples, noticeably more, but nothing crazy. I hope it stays that way.

I grew more hair on... My knees?? Of all places. Also my arm hair is starting to grow up to my hands, but it's not too noticeable yet. Everywhere else, I couldn't see a difference, but I was already very, very hairy before.

I have noticed I get warm more often now, and my hands are warmer than before.

My voice hasn't dropped yet, but that was to he expected. It's the first month. I have noticed pretty early on (like a week in) that my throat was feeling weird and it's becoming a bit more difficult to speak from my head. When I swallow, it's been feeling as if there is something in my throat, but just a little bit. In the morning, my voice sounds a bit strained and deeper. When I look at voice tools (the app I use to monitor my voice), my voice has gone from around 230Hz to around 190Hz.

Emotionally, I noticed that I have a little bit less patience. When I get angry, it's harder to ignore and just swallow my anger. But generally, I have actually become calmer. I don't know if it's the Testosterone or my general mental health, but I am less anxious and more confident. I feel less scared of... Everything. Things seem way more doable now and I feel better generally.

Now below I will talk in detail about changes to my period, and a little bit about NSFW stuff, so if you don't wanna read it, you don't have to.

My period has not gone away yet, but it has changed. The biggest and best change was that I wasn't in pain ONCE. No cramps!!! That was pretty great.

Buuuuut my period became like... Three times as long. If you count days where I wasn't actually bleeding yet but already spotting a bit, it took like ten days. Usually it takes three to four days.

I wasn't bleeding as heavily anymore, but still... More, if that makes sense? I didn't have to change pads every four hours, only every six to eight hours, but I was bleeding for longer at a time.

My period also started four days earlier than usual. It started with some weird yellow discharge which I first thought my have been an infection, but then the spotting started and I decided to wait. That being said, if you experience yellow discharge, make sure you see a doctor if it doesn't stop after a few days. It could very well be an infection. Being on T makes you more susceptible to having infections down there. It's not a huge risk, but still, watch out for that.

I also experienced less emotional changes on my period this time. Usually I get more anxious and depressed during my period, but I barely noticed it now.

Now, some NSFW stuff: Yes, my libido rose a bit, but not too much. It is noticeable though.

I didn't really experience bottom growth yet, which makes me a bit nervous, because everywhere I read about other people on T experiencing it very early, first week, second week, some even the very first day. Barely anything happened in my case so far.

That's it, I think!

#trans #transgender #transgender ftm #trans ftm #transmasc #ftm #lgbtq #lgbtq community #lgbtqia

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foxboyclit · 7 days ago

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im coming up on my 2 year t-aversarry so here's some assorted feelings on that (put under a cut because i didnt expect it to get this long oops)

first off, im hoping i don't get sick again so i can actually have a tea party to celebrate. even if its a little after the actual date i wanna do something

it looks like i cant grow anything more than some light whiskers but i never wanted a huge lumberjack beard anyway and i still get to shave regularly which is very euphoric. im a little disappointed though because ive always wanted a full beard

body hairs been really good though! its filled out nicely on my arms and legs and i have a full happy trail i am so so happy about that

my doctor said she noticed my shoulders had gotten more broad, which ive heard wasn't possible but apparently it is! and i see it myself too. she said i have more of an inverted triangle shape now, and it makes sense because ive noticed my hips shrink significantly. now apparently i wasn't very curvy to begin with but dysphoria makes me see things that aren't as prominent i guess

its also almost a year since my period stopped and i feel so much better having my emotions and energy levels at a constant state. i never have to think about whether i forgot to bring pads i haven't had cramps in MONTHS it's wonderful. i will say, ive noticed cis women are more comfortable talking about their periods around me and it's a mixed bag of emotions. im glad i give off that vibe that it's okay to talk about it but i feel bad saying "yeah im glad mine stopped" or "this is what i used to go through" which is the most i can relate to now so im kind of...sad? to not be able to talk about it? but also when i did menstruate i hated talking about it to anyone other than like. two specific people. idk

my voice is leveling out more, it still cracks but not as much as it did i feel like just a few months ago? still not where i want it but im getting closer and i love when my voice cooperates and is deeper without those cracks. ive gotten compliments on my voice too when i use my lower register! idk if the majority of people read it as masculine or even androgynous but i like compliments

still getting constantly misgendered, no matter what im wearing but im used to it. at least all my family, friends and coworkers respect my pronouns

ive been dressing a lot more feminine than i anticipated. but im having fun with it! its okay if im actually more feminine presenting than fluid like i previously thought. but also i could have another big swing in the opposite direction. i feel comfortable and stylish either way so im welcoming whatever changes

the gender fuckery of facial hair, flat chest and skirt has been *chefs kiss*

my t levels are on par with cis men! just knowing that makes me smile. estrogen is still high but it wasnt a concern with the doctor so im mostly okay with it

my libidos leveled out nicely, it's still a lot higher than before t but its not as intense as when i first started. adjusting to it has been pretty easy and im happy with where it currently sits.

body acne has mostly gone away! and i haven't had any massive breakouts or changes in my skin!

i swear to god i went down at least a cup size. its been waiting for the right time to pursue top surgery a hell of a lot easier. i always felt like if i had a smaller chest i wouldnt necessarily need top surgery, and i still want it but im more content with my chest now

i think all in all ive had to adjust my expectations for how id look by now, maybe its the dosage or genetics or aforementioned high estrogen or it just hasn't been long enough but i always expected to look more masculine this far in. it's still something i have to deal with from time to time but ultimately im happy with my body and im more okay taking this slowly than i anticipated

i dont have a conclusion for this other than wow. testosterone is one hell of a drug

#the fox den

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chiveburger · 2 years ago

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2022′s favorite skincare, make-up and fragrances tagged by my longtime fave @nito-onna. here is the link is her much more articulate post!

starting with skincare...

rohto mentholatum - acnes anti-bacteria spot dressing patch. I’ve tried two acne patches in the last couple months and this one is by far the better one. It’s very thin and unnoticable, it comes in two sizes per sheet and has helped me quicken the process of popped pimples and whiteheads

lush - catastrophe cosmetic. this clay mask is probably one of the best lush fresh masks I’ve used, and I’m planning to repurchase it with my recyclables. It’s more moisturizing than it seems, and after it dries it flakes off and makes for a very easy cleaning process (compared to every other lush fresh mask).

laneige - water bank blue hyaluronic eye cream. I’m not a consistent user of eye cream, even though I should be but I’ve stuck with using the one from laneige for the last couple months. It’s straightforwardly packaged, supple and gel-like which makes it very light on the under eyes. It also lasts for a long time

fresh nation - b5 hydropower lip care. one of my go-to lip balms during these last winter months. I also slather it on as an overnight lip mask. It’s not heavy, scentless but moisturizes well. It was also like $14 for 3...

bush balm - bermuda dark spot exfoliating scrub and oil combination. probably one of my most favorite finds of 2022. I’ve been using this religiously on my underarms and I do see a very gradual fading of my dark spots. the sugar scrub is very gentle, and the oil is not excessively greasy. this is my only ongoing subscription on amazon

going to make-up...

wet n wild - megaglo makeup stick in sand. one of the BEST concealers I’ve used in years, and the only con about this is that it kinda stinks. this shade is perfect for my skintone, it’s not very heavy, extremely cheap and does a really good job on my eye bags. I haven’t found a concealer in this suitable of a shade ever

glossier - cloud paint in beam. a forever favorite item for me regardless of the year. I’ve had one tube of this bush for the last 3 years so it really goes a long way, and I do not leave the house on a day out without using this. the cream texture is light and versatile and you can build the strength of the blush according to your preference.

dejavu - fiberwig ultra long mascara in pure black. again, an item I’ve used for a couple years and still love and is always apart of my make-up routine. It’s the one mascara I’ve used that doesn’t clump and elongates my lashes without making spider legs. I haven’t experimented with any other mascara after finding this one.

lastly I only have one fragrance and its...

giorgio armani - sì eau de parfum. all I can say is that this is my scent. If you ever meet me in person I’ll smell like this. I’ve gone back and forth from different perfumes but I always end up coming back to sì. I’m not a big fan of floral scents, so this one is more musky. I have used this since high school and have not found a scent I like as much as this.

thanks for reading if you’ve gotten this far. I tag @033h, @vensulove, @calpicowater, @idleminds, @julieterbang and everyone who likes pentagon to do this tag!

#phew~#in full honesty this was fun and my make-up and scents minus the concealer has been so stagnant for the last couple years #borger diary

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lynxgriffin · 2 years ago

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Since there was a whole ton of asks about the Susie comic all at once, I'm once again saving some space and time to consolidate them!

Yup, that's pretty much all that she was feeling! Just this huge sense of the unfairness of it all. (And thank you!!)

Proooobably not, I don't think that's how it would work. :P I mean I'm also not sure what genetic code you'd use to gain the ability to shoot bees out of your hands like in Bioshock, but that's not important.

Don't know if he'd be a great parent emotionally, but at LEAST he would be giving Susie a proper diet, which would go a long way towards helping, I think!

My two rules I kept in mind for it were 1) It operates on Disney movie logic where you look like either one parent or the other, not a mix of traits, and 2) However, turning monster is recessive, so you're more likely to end up with a human-looking kid than a monster one. So like, if you had a grandparent that was a lizard monster and a parent that was a rabbit monster, you would have a slightly smaller chance of looking like the rabbit one, no chance of the lizard one. (And thank you very much, I'm glad you enjoyed it, even in a heartbreaking way!)

Hey, some monsters probably get acne too, so there's no avoiding that! I could go for getting wings, though.

Thanks much! And I think if Susie didn't know at the time, she would have found out soon enough from other people around the town that Kris is adopted. Wouldn't have prevented her anger or bullying, though...she'd still see it as Kris getting to have a life she was denied.

Hey, there's always still time for some bodyswap silliness in canon! I don't think Toby's above doing a fanficy trope like that if it produces interesting jokes or character development. ;)

No relation to Alphys, she's just another random old monster in town. Supposed to be more of a dinosaur than Alphys, who's a straight lizard, which is probably why the agency paired Susie with her.

Unfortunately I don't know that there's much backstory to her; she's just a mundane, cranky old bat that much prefers watching TV to interacting with anyone. I should've made her a bat monster to drive that point home... She hasn't adopted kids before, and probably just came across a mention of the program and saw it as an "easy" way for passive income when she already has very little.

Ouch, harsh language! But yeah, it's possible the affair would've gone completely unknown if that hadn't happened to Susie, so it's just 100% awful for all involved. D:

Awww thank you very much for the kind words, anon! Glad you're hooked on it! I'm positive whatever Toby does with her will be compelling and appropriate for her character, though! I'm just guessing after all, whereas he's known the character for over a decade by now. XD

I mean, canon does kind of cover that! Susie mentions that Noelle approached her, was nice to her and gave her a candy cane pencil, and because of that Susie never thought to pick on her or be scary towards her. Noelle was probably one of the first people she encountered since she changed that was just genuinely nice to her, especially in a completely new place. And I'm not surprised that Noelle developed a crush on her early on...she's new, mysterious, dangerous-looking and doesn't seem to care at all what authority thinks of her. Those are all things Noelle already tended to be interested in!

#ask lynx stuff #phew! long one #harkens back to the PT days

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logosbot-tm-fics · 2 years ago

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CW!!! Implied suicidal thoughts!!!

Sorry for the wait lmao, hit a block and had to take a break, anyway!

Take My Tea With Formaldehyde

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Chapter 12: While I Whittle My Bones

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Mumbo felt like tearing down the posters from the wall.

He stood in his bedroom, tears finally drying enough to be nothing more than discoloured tracks down his cheeks, and he was staring up at the posters on the walls. Ariana’s bright smile, her comforting eyes, everything that had been so sweet, so secure just a few hours before… it felt like they were taunting him. Mumbo wanted to scream, he wanted to sob and rage and rip them from the walls, careless of their condition, of the way that they would surely tear and crease.

He wanted to. God, he really, really wanted to.

It was so tempting just to throw out all of the CDs piled on top of his drawers, the merch stacked in his closet, the DVDs balanced in the corner. He wanted to toss them out of his bedroom window, he wanted to break them, to stomp them into the ground.

He needed them gone, all of them. He couldn't stand to look at them anymore. They felt mocking, like they were the reason why the argument even happened, as if–

He didn’t throw them out.

He couldn't bring himself to destroy anything, no matter how angry the mere sight of it made him. He tried, he stood paralysed in his room for hours at a time, staring at the posters on the walls, the discs on the shelves. He watched as the light of the room changed, as late afternoon turned to dusk, as everything was bathed in shadow.

He couldn’t even make himself reach up and touch them for a long while. Like he was scared they would fade away, like he was scared something would go wrong.

Instead, after taking the time to work up the nerve, Mumbo took down the posters gently. He rolled them up carefully, slipping them into cardboard tubes and tucking them safely into a box. He was methodical in his movements, slow and measured and cautious. He handled them like they were fragile, like they were poisonous, like they were one wrong move away from pouncing on him.

The box was the same one that he had used when he moved everything into there in the first place.

He hadn’t even had time to put it away, before it was being used again for the exact same thing.

The room looked empty when he was done. The walls were bare, the surfaces lifeless. In the short amount of time the posters had been there, he had become so used to them. Eyes roving across the emptiness, Mumbo felt the upset crashing down on him once again.

It felt fitting.

With a shaky sigh, he hefted the box into his arms, moving to put it into the attic. He stopped after only a few steps, his eyes caught on the photo standing innocently on his bureau.

The image was unsuspecting, something unprofessional and blurry, ever so slightly out of focus. The frame was old and cracked, the cheap gold inlay beginning to rub away and the wood surrounding it bleached from the sun.

He was a lot younger in that picture. Freer.

It showed him – acne ridden and awkward, with only the barest hint of facial hair – and… and his best friend, at the time. Gr– his friend had his arm slung casually around Mumbo's neck as they beamed happily at the camera. Mumbo must've been about…18, at the time? The other man in the photo would have been 19, that meant.

They hadn’t known each other for long at the time, yet they still managed to act as though they'd been friends for their entire lives. They were familiar, perfect. Honestly, Mumbo can’t remember who started their friendship, but if he were to really consider it… it was probably the other. He had probably been the one to spark it, to befriend Mumbo. He had always been the more extroverted of the two.

Mumbo’s eyes began to burn as he stared at it, unblinkingly.

They were so young. So happy. What happened? When– when had that changed?

He shook his head, trying his best not to dwell on it, and, with a sigh, Mumbo stepped forward and placed it into the box robotically.

Another picture caught his eye soon after. And then another, and another. There were photos taken by Mumbo and some taken by him – images of Mumbo, drenched after a successful prank; of the other, asleep in the grass after a picnic. They surrounded the room, littering the drawers and walls, interspersed with images of other friends, of other loved ones.

Distantly, Mumbo wonders if he can even think of him like that anymore.

The pictures had become almost invasive now that he considered it. It felt like an intrusion, seeing all of the memories that were once happy, that had filled him with enough joy for him to prop them up around his house and pile them in his drawers.

There were a lot of photos of the two of them from when they were younger, more than Mumbo had ever really noticed despite the fact that he had put them into their picture frames. They both looked so present, not yet tired and weary from the stress of work or adult life. They were so involved with one another, their lives well and truly intertwined in a way that Mumbo hadn’t even noticed had been slipping away. It must have been years since they knew each other like they did back then.

Walking from his bedroom, Mumbo’s eyes caught on the photo frames hanging on the wall. Huh, he had… never really realised quite how many there were. He looked over them all slowly, gaze flicking from a picture of his parents, to his childhood dog, to Iskall, and then Gr– him.

It was a more recent photo this time, showing the pair of them on the beach, sitting together in the sand. Mumbo remembered that day, filled with relaxed banter and casual conversations, their feet in the sand and the wind in their hair. It felt tainted. He reached up and pulled the frame from the wall, sliding it into the box in his arms.

Moving towards the living room, he walked straight towards the polaroids hanging on a wall, pinned up in a way that he had once been so proud of. Some of the polaroids included other friends, but most were just the two of them. He'd never realised just how many they had taken together, even despite the fact that he had been present for every single one.

It took a while, much longer than he would want to admit, but eventually every single photo ever taken of the two of them, of him, ended up in the box. Mumbo was thorough, checking every room for painful reminders of the other. The pile he ended up with was almost overwhelming.

He didn’t want to see them, he wasn’t sure whether he would want to see them ever again. They made him feel so hurt, so angry. He double checked that every photo was in the box almost manically, looking at each of them over and over again.

When he was sure that they were all gone, he taped the box shut and brought it up to the attic. He shimmied it back as far into the small space as possible, pushing it past dust and cobwebs, leaving it behind boxes filled with holiday ornaments and old school awards.

He stepped away from it slowly, trying to ignore the way that the box peeked past all of his barricades. The way that he could still make it out, even as he began to climb down from the attic.

He didn't want to see the box. He didn't want to think about it.

He felt nauseous as he left, each step trembling and hesitant, as if there was something magnetising him towards all of the memories, as if it wasn’t truly put away, even though it was out of reach.

He didn’t know how better to hide it.

He didn’t know if he wanted to.

Mumbo was starting to think that he wasn't capable of feeling anything, anymore.

He was numb, he couldn’t really bring himself to care for anything at all. It was as if his heart had turned into a void, he felt devoid of emotions, something distant and encompassing buzzing through him, weighing him down. It was as if all of the care that he had once had, all of the time that he had once put into everything, had finally become too much. Like his mind now finally had had enough, too exhausted and overwhelmed to continue, and was instead sparing him from feeling, because it knew it would only hurt.

He just felt tired. As if the pull of gravity was too strong for him to fight.

That was probably why he just spent most of his days laying on the couch, staring into nothing. He felt heavy, really, really heavy, but at the same time he felt weightless as if his head was constantly sleeping and he wasn’t touching the ground and everything was static and–

He felt as if he was floating in something heavier than water, something more viscous and violent, just waiting to drown.

In all honesty he didn’t want to be awake, he just wanted to sleep, to slip into that inevitable bliss of not having to think, to feel. That’s all he wanted, sleep until he had the energy to be awake, to sleep until everything stopped being.

He had lost track of how many times he had called to work and said that he was sick. They believed him every time that he did, his reputation of rarely, if ever, being away from work helping him in a way he knew he should feel grateful for. He couldn’t stay away forever though, despite how much he wanted to do nothing but rest. Whenever he went to work, he ended up half asleep, exhausted from being around people and carrying out all of the necessary tasks, but as soon as he came home to rest, he just couldn’t.

His mind was far, far too loud. Yelling things he didn’t want to hear.

Logically, Mumbo knew that he wasn’t at fault. Logically, he knew that he hadn’t done anything wrong. He knew had just been trying to help. He knew that he hadn’t deserved anything of what the other had said to him.

Logically, Mumbo knew all of that.

However, his brain didn’t seem particularly concerned with the logistics of the matter at the moment. It hardly mattered just how certain he was of what he knew and what he didn’t, not when his mind was constantly reminding him of his shortcomings, screaming words and insults that hurt.

It didn’t matter how logical he wanted to be, when he found himself absentmindedly agreeing with those thoughts. The facts weren’t important, not when he conceded himself to the screaming that rang in his ears.

He felt strangely apathetic, almost detached from the insults, from his body, despite how much it all hurt.

It didn’t matter what Mumbo knew, what he was certain of, what was logical. Not when it all hurt so much.

Mumbo had called in sick to work once again, the day that Iskall came over.

He hadn't been expecting any company, and Iskall hadn't told him that they were going to show up. They just did.

When Mumbo heard the front door open, he first thought it was… him. Hell, he found himself kinda hoping that it was. Some small part of Mumbo wanted it to be him, desperately hoped that it would be him, appearing to try and fix things, to salvage them before they were too far gone. Mumbo wanted him to be there, if for nothing else than to prove that they weren’t done with each other. Even if it was bad, even if they did nothing but hurt each other again, it still meant that there was a chance.

God, he wanted there to be a chance, even despite it all.

But, realistically, Mumbo knew better than that.

He knew that it wasn't him, that it wouldn't be him for a long, long time. That maybe… maybe they’d never see each other again. Maybe everything was just too much, maybe something had broken between them that couldn’t ever be fixed.

He thought back to the photographs, to the countless polaroids and pictures scattered around his apartment, to the innocent happiness that their friendship once had. Mumbo wasn’t sure that they could ever be like that again.

But… he can’t help but entertain the idea. What if he walked in right now? What if it really was him at the door? What could they possibly say to each other?

The sound of Iskall hanging up their coat and taking off their shoes was familiar, it felt a little more like routine than Mumbo had experienced in days. He listened carefully as Iskall began to walk towards the bedroom door, the heavy, habitual pattern to their steps a clear indicator of their presence. Their footfalls always had been louder than… his.

If Mumbo felt more like himself, he might've wondered how Iskall got inside. Maybe, if he had more of his wits about him, he would have remembered that they didn't have their own key.

Instead, Mumbo didn't wonder. He didn’t think about anything more than the noise of Iskall’s movements. He didn’t try to get out of bed. He simply just stared straight forward at the now-blank wall, his eyes burning from his blinkless gaze.

He couldn’t bring himself to move a muscle even when he heard the bedroom door open. Even when he heard Iskall walk over to him, he still didn't move, he didn’t blink. The rise and fall of his chest was shallow, slow, controlled. He wished that the bed would open up into a hungry maw of pure void, that he'd fall into it and disappear.

He didn't want to be there. He didn't want to be anywhere.

He heard Iskall sigh beside him, but they didn't say anything, and Mumbo’s eyes remained glued straight ahead. They just sat down next to him on the bed, and gently brushed Mumbo's hair out of his face, tucking it delicately behind his ear.

"Bad day?" They asked softly.

Mumbo nodded his head, his neck complaining with the sudden unexpected motion, and he sunk further into the bed pathetically. The numbness that had taken over his entire body evaporated instantly, pulled apart and shattered into pieces as a lump grew in his throat, bulbous and heavy. He didn’t want to cry, not in front of Iskall.

"I– I’m sorry, I know you don't want to be checking up on me," Mumbo whispered, his voice tight and strained. He felt guilty that Iskall was taking time out of their hectic schedule to check on him, that the other felt the need to make sure he wasn’t wasting away.

It would have been his own fault if he was, that wasn’t Iskall’s responsibility. The guilt in his lungs threatened to swallow him whole. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best not to cry.

Iskall sighed again, seemingly ignorant to, or perhaps strategically ignoring, Mumbo’s internal spiral. They put a hand on Mumbo's blanketed shoulder, squeezing in a way that was comforting.

"Mumbo, I'm here because I want to help you," they said gently. "I know what I said in the past, and that wasn't fair to you. At all. I want to check on you and make sure that you're okay.” They sighed, pausing for a few moments, “And if you're not, then I'd like to help the best that I can, but… I'll only help if you want me to, okay?"

Mumbo thought about it for a second and then nodded. It sounded good, to have someone take care of him. He was so heavy, so overwhelmed, and even though there was guilt at such a suggestion, Mumbo knew that he wouldn’t be able to help himself. Not like this.

"Well, let's get you out of bed then, hm?" Iskall stood up with a dramatic groan, holding out their hands for Mumbo to take.

Mumbo didn't really want to leave his bed, he felt like a stone buried at the bottom of the ocean, unable to be picked up even by the rushing tide, but he knew he had to try. With a deep breath, he raised his own shaking hands to Iskall’s, letting himself be pulled out of bed.

"Well done!" Iskall said, smiling genuinely at Mumbo. "Now, I’m going to get started on some food, so maybe you could go take a shower? It will make you feel a lot better, I promise."

The floorboards beneath his feet were cold, and Mumbo shuffled against them uncomfortably. A warm shower sounded like a very, very good idea.

"Yeah,” he agreed, “Yeah… I– I probably should."

Iskall beamed, running their thumb over the back of his hand. "Great,” they nodded happily, “And then come to the kitchen when you're done, yeah?"

Mumbo just nodded in response. He didn't have the energy to reply.

His room was cold. He felt like he was made from ice.

He didn't cry.

The warm water from his shower ran down his body like rain, the steam rising from his skin and surrounding him with a stifling, suffocating air. He titled his head upwards, so that it would run down his face, and–

Mumbo began to cry. Painfully.

It felt like he'd been stabbed, run over by a train or shot in the chest. Everything hurt. It all hurt so much, it felt like it was killing him.

The argument hurt. Putting everything away hurt. Thinking about him for even a second hurt. It all hurt.

The shower washed away his tears, disguising them in the hot water, dragging them away into the drain. Little by little, he started to feel more like a person, and less like a pathetic grey blob of sadness.

He stood there for a while, basking in the way the water pelted against his back, the way that the steam made it feel like that was the only reason breathing was so hard, and eventually, he felt okayish. Mumbo stayed under the water until he stopped crying, soap and shampoo filling the air with a sweet scent, the conditioner making his hair smoother than it had been in days.

He stepped out of the shower eventually, wrapping a towel around himself. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

He looked… better. His hair wasn't messy anymore, his skin was slightly red from the hot water, and he didn't look as tired. There were no traces of tears left on his face. The dark circles under his eyes were still very much there, standing out starkly on his face as if to mock him. He traced them with his fingers, following their shape over and over like he could wipe them away.

Mumbo looked at himself for a little while, staring into his dull, murky eyes, before he began to pull on some clothes. They felt like soft cotton clouds against his skin, something soft and soothing, and he found himself wanting to go back to bed.

But… Iskall had said that they were going to make food, and even if Mumbo would rather do anything but eat, he still felt obligated to go to the kitchen. They had come out to check on him, after all. Surely he owed them this.

Mumbo dragged his feet as he walked through the flat, his steps slow and sluggish as the cold floors spat ice back into him, crawling up his body to freeze him once again. He was shivering, despite the hoodie that he had pulled on, but somehow zipping it felt like it was too much work.

Vaguely, he noticed the state of the flat. There were clothes on the floor, abandoned cutlery and plates and piles of takeout boxes. He hadn’t noticed how messy it was before. Like he just dropped everything on the floor and couldn’t get himself to pick it up.

The flat was bathed in a grey darkness, the sun strangely low for the time of year, only barely peeking through the windows. Mumbo wondered what time it was. He hadn’t had to think about it in so long.

His lamps had been turned on, two placed on opposite sides of the living room, and he couldn’t help but think that they didn’t light the space up enough. Even with them, everything remained dreary and dim.

And yet, the light in the kitchen felt far too bright, and the room felt claustrophobic despite not being that small. It felt uncomfortable, and suddenly Mumbo wanted to be anywhere but there.

Instead, he pulled out a chair from the table, the chair that was usually his, the one that Mumbo couldn’t remember picking up from the floor. Mumbo could almost see the argument replaying in front of him. Who said what, who did what, who–

He shook his head, instead focusing on Iskall, who was unpacking grocery bags in the kitchen. They must’ve realised he hadn’t bought food for himself in a little while. There was barely anything in the fridge.

They talked about…something, as they unpacked, shuffling naturally around the kitchen. Mumbo couldn’t really hear what they were saying, listening took too much effort, but he appreciated the background noise that it provided. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, absentmindedly scrolling through social media, occasionally giving Iskall a half-hearted hum.

He got stuck on Ariana’s page for a little while, scrolling through the new pictures and teasers that she had posted, before hovering his thumb over the unfollow button. He didn’t want to see posts from her or related to her popping up in his feed, she felt like a reminder, like a bad memory. He hit unfollow before he could talk himself out of it.

Then he got stuck on Gri– on his page, scrolling through years and years worth of photos. Mumbo was in a lot of them, somehow being the focus of a lot of photos despite few of the moments or events actually being about him. His thumb hovered over the unfollow button of that account too, but–

He closed out of the app. Mumbo didn’t want to know what would happen if he were to unfollow him.

Somehow, he ended up reading through their old messages instead. He had changed his name back to just “Grian” a few days ago, having a nickname felt… wrong. He didn’t want to think about–

“What are you doing?” Iskall asked concernedly as they placed a pan on the stove.

Mumbo shrugged. Some part of him didn’t want Iskall to know that he was reading through old conversations, he felt almost… ashamed of it. Like Iskall finding out was akin to a parent seeing you do something you knew you’d get in trouble for.

The meagre response didn’t make them any less worried, but instead of saying something, they simply peered over at his screen to see what he was doing.

“Nope,” they said, pulling the phone out of his weak grip, “That’s not healthy, Mumbo.” They slipped his phone into their jeans pocket, and strolled back over to the stove.

Mumbo wanted to protest, it felt unfair somehow, but he knew that it was probably for the best. Otherwise he would’ve kept digging himself further and further down into a hole. With nothing to do, he tried his best to tune into what they were saying instead.

"So, Ariana has been put on hia–" Iskall began, a topic chosen deliberately, probably aiming to engage Mumbo.

But… no. No, Mumbo didn't want to hear anything about her. Actually, he’d much rather hear about anything but her. Well, maybe except for–

"I'm sorry if this sounds rude, but could we talk about something else?" He interrupted quietly, fiddling with the strings to his hoodie.

Iskall seemed surprised. "But you–" Mumbo could see the realisation slowly setting in, something dawning over their expression as the gears turned in their mind. "Oh, so that's what it was about," they murmured, "That explains–"

Mumbo could hear the end of the sentence, even as Iskall cut themself off.

'That explains the missing posters.'

“Okay, let’s talk about…"

The room went silent as they thought. It wasn't a bad silence, not really, but it still made Mumbo rather uncomfortable. He felt bad about asking them to change the topic. Maybe he could have just sucked it up, maybe he should have just sat through it, maybe–

"As a child, I spent a fair amount of time in Denmark," they began, turning back to making the food. It smelled nice. Buttery, in the same way pancakes smell. "And something I began to wonder – like really really wonder – was why the hell are there so many doves in Denmark?!” They gestured wildly with the spatula in their hand, voice raising slightly, “Like seriously, picture it, you go outside, and there's doves everywhere – I’m not kidding– everywhere. You can't go five metres without a flock of doves follow–"

This seemed to be something they were strangely passionate about, and Mumbo realised that he didn't really mind the rant. It was meant as a distraction, and it was working fairly well.

He listened half heartedly as they ranted about the doves in Denmark, which quickly turned into a rant about how the differences between the Norwegian, Danish and Swedish were fairly big and that "We don't always understand each other, Mumbo!", and then the rant turned into how gorgeous the nature was in Norway, and then further into other topics surrounding the Nordic countries.

Honestly, the random ranting about topics Mumbo couldn't relate to let him relax for a second. They made him more comfortable in his kitchen. They made him think less of him.

Though, when the food was done, Mumbo's stomach churned. Eating dinner in his kitchen felt…wrong, too familiar and it was too close in time, he couldn't eat in there, he wouldn't be able to–

He stared at the bowl of soup Iskall had placed in front of him, before asking quietly, "Could we eat in the living room? This room is…too much."

Iskall tilted their head. "Of course, it's your apartment," they replied gently. "Take your bowl through, and I'll gather the rest."

Mumbo complied, holding the warm bowl in his hands. It warmed him up slightly, his fingers defrosting under his tight grip.

He sat down on the couch as Iskall placed down a tray on the table. It had a pot of tomato soup, something white in a small bowl, Iskall's bowl, and two cups of tea.

"Unfortunately, the soup I wanted to make doesn't exist here, so I just bought tomato soup instead," Iskall shrugged, sitting down in the other corner of the couch.

"What's that?" Mumbo asked, pointing at the small bowl.

"Just mozzarella that I cut up,” Iskall replied casually, "It tastes pretty good in tomato soup."

Mumbo nodded. "Weren't you making pancakes?" He asked, slightly confused. Sure he didn't mind the soup, not at all, but he had seen Iskall make the pancakes.

"It's Thursday, we can't have pancakes without eating soup first," Iskall replied, as if Mumbo's question made him confused.

"...What?"

Iskall was silent for a second. "...Is that– that's a Swedish thing, isn't it?"

Mumbo smiled slightly. "Yeah, um… yeah, that's a Swedish thing."

Iskall shrugged again. "Well, that does explain some things," they said, "Anyway, you wanna watch something?"

Mumbo looked up at the TV, tearing his eyes away from the bowl of soup still warming his hands. "Uh…" Did he want to watch something? And what would he want to watch? Every single idea he came up with felt like it would just make his mood worse, or it would make him think of Him, which he desperately wanted to avoid. "...Chicago?" He said, eventually.

It was really the only movie he could come up with, all of the others being bad options.

Iskall nodded, grabbing the remote from the table, "Chicago it is."

The two ate in silence, the movie playing quietly on the screen in front of them. Honestly, Mumbo had seen it so many times that he couldn't really care less about paying attention, but, as he chewed on the slightly melted mozzarella, he realised that somehow he felt…better.

Not okay by any means, but less like he wanted to crawl up and sink into the ground.

Maybe it was the fact that he actually got some decent food in him; maybe it was the shower. Maybe it was just the fact that Iskall was trying so hard to make Mumbo feel better without pressuring him.

Maybe it was even all three at once.

Maybe.

But… it was only at that moment, that moment where they were together, that he felt better.

Mumbo couldn’t help but wonder, later, when Iskall left, would he still be feeling okay?

Would he?

#grian #mumbo jumbo #grumbo #hermitshipping #ariana griande #tmtwf #take my tea with formaldehyde (grumbo fic)#hermitcraft

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snowswan-royalehigh · 7 months ago

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Why I think 'body positivity' is bad.

For starters: I would just like to say, I like the idea of body positivity, just like communism, however, it is poorly executed.

I feel as though modern day body positivity has been reduced to 'All bodies are beautiful'

Why do I think that is bad, though?

What is the whole 'All bodies are beautiful' have truly messed with people. To be honest, a lot of times when I hear about body positivity, it's mostly used by obese/overweight people, to justify a lack of dieting and/or self care.

Of course- obese is not a phrase I want to use lightly, when I say obesity, I don't mean people who have thicker bodies and chubby stomachs, I mean obese. With a BMI of >30, or above 350+ pounds. I am also aware, that people have different metabolisms, with some working faster or slower.

What I'm not saying is 'YOU MUST BE SKINNY!!' What I am saying, is overindulgence via excuses can and will harm people.

I also understand, sometimes dieting or exercise is necessary to be healthy as well. There's also the stigmatization of diets and exercising, due to how much of diet culture and the extremes people have gone to be skinny, and societally acceptable.

Beautiful bodies don't exist.

The beauty standard changes, every single second, not every nation is the same, everyone has their personal preference, from scrawny, to chubby, tan, pale, blonde, brunette, curly hair, straight hair.

When I hear body positivity, I never hear anything but justification of being overweight. Where is body positivity for amputees, burn victims, acne, stretch marks, crows feet, e.t.c?

I don't think people truly use body positivity in a good way, because they don't advocate for all bodies.

I love what I would describe as body acceptance. The ability to accept their body, while also taking care of it.

My 600 pound life and other shows about people dieting, to try to change their lives, to increase their quality of life, had us rooting for them.

We wanted to see them be more comfortable in their skins. Even when they were chubby afterwards, we were happy, because they started their journey.

Your body is valid. Your body is doing it's job the best it can. You can get that exercise, and get your diet, if you have the willpower. Not everyone does, and it's okay to have your journey be hard. Even if you're 40+ you can still change your life, if only by a little.

It's okay to be scared, or to be negative when trying to help yourself. Not everybody's body works the same, if some popular diet doesn't work, then you can try something else.

This isn't about adhering to certain standards. It's about making your body happy with you. Your body is your own.

#body posititivity #opinion #discussion #my 600 pound life #exercise #diet

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swarmofabout1000bees · 11 months ago

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Testosterone 1 month update:

My voice has already dropped significantly, like terrifyingly quick. My range is now G2 - Db6 and I can actually sing Charlie's inferno without straining. Rip my F6.

Facial hair is so goddamn ITCHY. To my surprise, my facial hair is light brown and blonde so even though it's there, it doesn't look like it :')

One thing I didn't see people talk about anywhere was ear wax. Mine got so waxy, I guess it does make sense if you think about the increase in oil production but it still surprised me.

THE ACNE OH GOD. I did already have pretty bad acne but it's just so much worse. I straight up got a pimple on my ear lobe at one point which I didn't know could happen. Skincare is a must now and skipping a day completely recks my face. Hydrocolloid patches my beloved.

I'm starting to become way more social, like my anxiety hasn't gone anywhere but I just suddenly want to talk to people. I have energy, I want to go out and do things. My social battery hasn't expanded though.

On top of the raging baby fever I got, my nose is also way more sensitive, oddly enough. I've never gagged so much over smells. I also like the smell of vanilla now??? I genuinely used to hate it but now I think it's quite pleasant.

#testosterone #hrt #skysaysstuff

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asteriaas-stuffs · 2 years ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/asteriaas-stuffs/711879571447922688/i-want-to-ventand-it-includes-twsa-there-are-so

I'm this anon i thought u left Tumblr , happy to see u back. It took me so much to time to make this decision,i was contemplating myself if i want to share my life or not. I don't want to seem desperate. There'll be grammatical errors pls don't mind it :)

I have been trying to enter void since the end of Oct 2021, I've tried numerous method nothing seems to work for me. The main thing is I can't get a hold of my thoughts, whenever i try my mind wanders to everything that i suffered from childhood,my dad used to drink alcohol,he have anger issues,my parents fought most of the time bcoz of he being a drunkard, everytime they fight i sits like that don't affect me but deep down it does i agree that they had done so much to me, If i ever tell them to buy me something they'll gladly do that but i was scared to even ask them for something small,they used to beat me and scold me if i score less so being scared i studied hard without sleep to top class but i never succeeded i did got good grades but never been first. The funniest thing is i don't even remember any happy memories from my childhood everything i remember is my pathetic cries and my parents screaming each other. Sometimes I'm jealous of my younger brother he still don't know that my parents were toxic, whenever they fought my relatives used to keep him away from them bcos he was a child no one gave 2 f*cls about my emotions and as i grew up i also decided to keep him away from their fight bcoz i don't want him to suffer from the trauma as I'm suffering now.

I'm happy that my dad changed for good,he don't drink anymore but still my parents have no idea what i had gone or I'm going through bcoz of them. I want to have a convo with them regarding this but whenever i try to talk i ends crying. Pathetic i know.

I'm soon to be 21,and all these years people including my whole family have insulted me bcoz of my skin colour,my acne,my bodyfat(I'm 54kg) , how big my face is. They never missed a chance in pointing out my insecurities, even yesterday i attended a function and everyone was like "god you're getting worse by each passing day" only one of my cousin complimented me bcoz of my outfit. Everyone wants me to get married,the marriage pressure is too much here, I'm confused about my future after completing 12th my parents forced me to study CA,and I've been failing the exam continuously. I don't have a proper degree.

And when i was 12 my close cousin brother (my aunt's son) groped me and touched my private area not just touch i don't know how to completely elaborate it here,my hands are shaking literally ,he did that while i was sleeping,i never got enough courage to share it with anyone even my own parents. And after 5 years he msged me saying he's sorry for doing that and said he loved me,he don't even know what I'm going bcoz of his sick antics, he's a sick ass mf. After his msg i blocked him saying i don't have any interest in someone like him who's nearly a r*pist. And later on he got married to a girl who looks somewhat similar to me just to quench his thirst. I hate him to core.

Even though my parents have gave me a lot of trauma,i still don't hate them idk why,i want to give them a better life,a better house. I want them to be proud of me,i want to show people what i really am,i want to have a career,a better body. and moreover i want to move on from my past life and to forget about what my cousin did to me that's literally a nightmare for me.!!

So whenever i try to enter void these are the thoughts that goes on my mind and I'm scared everytime that what if i fail in entering. Idk what to do anymore with life.

Okay I'm crying not because i pity you or anything cause I don't pity you . I have gone to same. And ig there was someone out there having the same issues. Know that you're not alone . I'm telling you compare your problems with other but you're not alone babe . I freaking wanna hug you . I love so so much. I'm so freaking proud of you really cause you're so brave for growing through this shits and your emotions are valid . You matter to me . You matter to yourself. Although these small words won't be enough but reading all these paragraph made me cry and I'm not even lying. You have really gone through alot . I'm so proud of you surviving through these . So , now my piece of advice think me as older sister in your house that where you grew up like this but i managed to moved out and now I'm telling/forcing you , it's your turn babe . Don't you dare to look back . Ik it might be selfish but don't you dare to look at your brother and your family . First save yourself, then save others .

You don't need method to enter void . Let's stop assuming that . Ik it's hard cause you have gone through a lot . Try to stay as quiet as possible in the house . They tell you do this then do and smile force it . It's a way to trigger them .

Ik how family problems crushes you . Your feeling are valid but do you really need those bastards (sorry ) affection ??? They never paid attention to you . You're their daughter . You should be their priority. They should care about you not you should be doing the opposite . Just them giving food water education shelter doesn't mean that they get every right to abuse you physically and mentally. You still want them to be happy give a good life even thinking about them you're so freaking good daughter. You don't need their validation to prove all the other who knows your story knows how much good daughter, sister you're. And tbh it's no point telling them what you think cause think me as a older sister i tried but it never worked it didn't and it wouldn't. They don't care babe they don't . Rather than needing their validation i hope you can start getting your validation cause you deserve all the love and attention . And I'm praying that you will heal you definitely will . Get a therapy if possible a good one .

After 12th see if you had raised your voice you wouldn't be stuck . We do what they want to be good but tbh we end up stuck . And if you think you're late then you're not. You're only 21 there's a whole life ahead of you . Get a job ik it's hard if you live in South Asia. Start as anything i mean anything legal jobs cause you have your 12th certificate .Drop out for a year . Take break and work . After collect money start small business like candle, baking anything that you think will have potential. Ik it might be thinking oh it's easy to say for her cause either way she's living the way she wants but no been through that and I'm sharing as a older sister who moved out . And start working on self concept ( can you dm me on Instagram) . Then we will talk it privately .

I'm so sorry that you experienced SA in small age . I'm so sorry that you have gone through a lot . I'm praying that you will recover no matter what . Know your feelings are valid and you ain't pathetic and ik you cried while writing this so I'm so freaking proud of you . I love you so so much . You're enough my love .

#vent post #TW

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