#inanimate possession

[bucketofbugz]

best thing to come out of the episode?

Her.

she is Apple she is Bow she is PINK she has a bowtie oh my gosh she is peak

and look at her! floating above everyone else for a second as they all plummet to the ground

[bloodiedbouquet]

[bigboysfalldeep]

support the troops

I was surprised when Daniel slid into my DMs on Grinder. For a soldier to message me felt surreal. I assumed all of them were fucking around with their girlfriends while stationed at home. He was pretty upfront with me about the whole situation. Daniel said he needed to let out some steam and basically asked me if he could use me as a simple tool—an easy way to vent.

I felt weird at first, but something about him made me agree to meet at my place. It was easier for him, and I couldn't disagree. When Daniel arrived at my place, I was even more surprised. He looked handsome in his pictures, but the real one was even more imposing. Still in his uniform and carrying a bag, he entered my home, looking for my bedroom.

I made sure to clean it and remove my dirty laundry and shoes. But Daniel didn't care. He tossed his bag to the floor and turned around. His eyes immediately wandered all over my body, but he didn't seem satisfied. With a low grunt, he ordered me to undress, and I did. It felt as weird as it was exciting. He even smelled good—musky, but good. His body tested the limits of his clothes. All those workouts paid off.

My dick was already hard, and my hole was ready to welcome his cock, but at first, he looked at me again before shrugging. "Not impressed, but it had to do", was something flashing through my mind. I felt embarrassed, but then he smirked at me. My whole pale body turned red, much to his amusement. Without much hesitation, he undressed as well, exposing his well-formed physique.

His abs were so beautiful, defined, and hard that I would have loved to touch and lick him. Follow his hairy treasure trail with my tongue. But the look in his eyes told me not to. I wasn't supposed to even look at him like that. Disgusted, he ordered me to turn around and lie down on my bed. And I did it without questioning anything.

I heard his belt opening, and his tight pants slipped down his thick thighs. His dick hit his skin a few times, accompanied by a low grunt. He must have felt good and in control.

And he was. I tried to turn my head to look at his member with my own eyes, but he stopped me. Easily, he grabbed my neck with one hand and pressed me into my bedsheets. Right away, I let out a long moan, and my dick started leaking all over the place. I couldn't help but whimper once he entered my body with his thick pole. It hurt—so much pain and pleasure.

His deep groans and my high-pitched moans filled the air all around us as he started to thrust into my widening hole again and again. Daniel didn't even acknowledge me at all. For him, I was just another sex toy, a simple means to an end. He kept on fucking me for what felt like an eternity. His dick penetrated me, hitting all the right spots. He was so long and so hard, and his throbbing cock made itself feel at home. Daniel growled like an animal. Like a bull, or something even bigger and more feral. Feeling his hand on my neck and the other on my waist, I felt pain rush through me. But at the same time, I felt better than ever before.

I already came twice when his entire body got stiff and rigid, filling my hole with his steaming cream. Exhausted, I lay there, panting, while his hands ran over my back and his finger along my spine. Now he seemed to care, at least a little. Daniel's entire demeanor changed. He turned soft, like all of this pressure had left his body. His wet cock left my body, making me moan loudly again. And when I turned around, I caught him fondling it lovingly.

Then, however, he asked me something that changed my life forever. "You want to support our troops, right?" He said it eagerly and teasingly while getting dressed again. I enjoyed watching him tuck his member into his briefs, covering the package with his uniform pants. I didn't even notice him staring at me. But he just repeated his question, with his voice even deeper than before.

Our eyes met again, but he changed. They were so shiny, and his voice was so smooth; how was that possible? What was he talking about? Was he asking me to be his fucktoy? But that wasn't it. I was unable to form a coherent thought, and he knew that. He put his shirt back on and asked me one last time. His eyes pierced my mind, and I was speechless. Support the troops. Any way possible.

I nodded slowly, and he smirked. "Good boy." He licked his lips and grabbed his bag, pulling out another uniform. It was dirty and smelly, and just by the looks of it, it hasn't been washed in ages. "This is for you." Daniel grinned, and a spark of mischievous joy flashed in his eyes as he tossed those clothes at me.

Instinctively, I caught them, and their smell was even worse. Was I meant to wash it? Or wear it? I didn't know. I opened my mouth to ask him, but something was already happening. Those clothes were radiating some sort of energy, a warmth, which engulfed my hands at first, but it was spreading quickly. I was trying to ask for help, to yell, but my body didn't obey me anymore.

In fear, all I could do was watch my hands and arms transform. They turned flat and changed color rapidly. That uniform was taking over my body, pulling me into its fabric. Panicking, I looked at Daniel, who was happily watching me, enjoying my despair. He crossed his arms in front of his massive chest before lowering one hand, touching his member through his clothes.

As more and more of my body turned into fabric, he started to jerk off through his pants. He loved watching me cry out in agony. With all of my power, I started to scream, but as much as I tried, I couldn't fight it.

It didn't even hurt as much as it tickled, like multiple hands sliding across my skin at once. Suddenly, I blacked out. Too much pressure, too much stress.

When I came to my senses, I felt myself getting lifted into the air by a pair of beautiful, masculine hands. It was Daniel who looked at me with a playful grin spreading all over his face. As he talked to me, telling me about my new life in his sweaty uniform, I felt his hands enter me and touch me like no one had ever before. If I still had a cock, I would be leaking heavily by now. It felt sensational, free of any problems I had as a human. Even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was happy with me, which caused me to vibrate rhythmically. I wasn't even mad when he pushed me into that old military bag. It felt right, like my new home.

I got used to the smell pretty quickly and started to appreciate it. He washed me from time to time and wore me nearly every day for training, target practice, and missions. Feeling his skin press against mine, smelling his strong musky scent, or humming to his racing heartbeat—yeah, that was my new life. It got even better when he started to tease me, wearing nothing underneath me, so I felt his muscles, nipples, and, most importantly, his dick imprint through me. When I was lucky, he even pleasured himself through me. Anytime he came into me, he made me think about his steaming cream flooding my tight hole.

I sucked him dry—sweat, cum, or blood. No matter what he threw at me, I gladly took it. That was my job, and all I could think to say was.

Thank you sir.

[starsheet]

i have the urge to post but i have nothing to post about

[phoenixcatch7]

Kintsukuroi

'What if I put a clock pendulum in my torso' was the sort of question Bruce had come to expect when visiting Oracle.

"Pendulums are dependant on a stable base," he replied, because the last time he'd assumed they were being unserious Tim had tried to fit a chemistry test lab in his mouth and accidentally leaked the fumes through his mask.

"It'd be so aesthetic though," said Barbara, not looking up from the dozen screens she was surrounded by. "Listen. It would look so cool - Spoiler, robbery on fifth and main - Especially if I put a clock face over my heart."

"I thought you were trying to fit a super computer in it?"

"I was, but progress is slow. It's hard to fit it and enough padding to protect it plus leave enough room for ventilation. If I add the pendulum I might at least get inspiration." She gave a heavy sigh and pushed away from the desk, gliding in her chair to where her doll body was resting on a table, the glue separating the two halves of the smashed torso still glistening. Bruce followed, peering over her at the many scanners and wires hooked into it, flashing and beeping.

"Any luck?" he asked, and they both knew he wasn't talking about the computer anymore.

"Nothing."

He squeezed her shoulder, and she leant into it. They stayed there for a long moment.

"I just don't understand!" Barbara finally burst out, hands clenching on her chair arms. "I glued nearly every single piece back together! I made sure every splinter I could find went exactly where it should! I know the contract is still there. She's worked with more missing pieces before. But she's just not responding!"

"It's not you," Bruce soothed. "You've more than enough determination and strength to puppet, and we know the human body's state doesn't affect performance."

"That's the thing!" Barbara threw her hands up angrily, nearly smacking Bruce in the face. There was a chatter over comms, and both reached for their own. "One second," she said tightly, and wheeled back into the glow of the monitors. "Copy. BW, you're nearest? Thanks. Try and avoid the sniper this time. Wing, backup is in five."

She muted again and spun around, pinning Bruce with a heavy stare. "Is there anything, anything you can think of? We've - nothing I've tried has worked."

"Well...." He trailed off, one hand coming up to rub at the chin of his mask - a quiet night meant the opportunity to forgo the practical but muffling gas mask for his favoured plain black.

It was far from the first time a doll had been horrifically damaged. The incident with Bane came to mind - Batman had been in a very similar condition, body shorn clean in two and tossed to opposite corners. It was an awful memory, but the expression on Bane and the audience's faces as his bloodless body fell apart like a rotting tree trunk and then kept moving was a silver lining he'd always treasure.

But he'd been repaired and back on his feet in weeks, if bearing the incandescent fury of the doll for several more. It had been months for Barbara, and still nothing was happening.

"There's something we're missing, and I doubt it's on your side."

"I know THAT-"

"Listen," he demanded, and her jaw clicked shut mutinously. "There's something we're not seeing. Batgirl is in no shape to demand it herself, it seems. So its inaction is something we can't fully rely on."

"You've got the most experience with the dolls of all of us. Can you.. I don't know, sense anything?"

"Nothing more than the usual, with the Patriarch Doll, but we might get more if we return to the doll house -"

"No." Barbara interrupted again, but Bruce did not take offence. "She's not going anywhere. She doesn't want to head back to the cave."

Oh?

"She doesn't want to, or she doesn't care to?"

"I say she doesn't."

Interesting. This was likely a case of the doll exerting its will. The bats were well versed in avoiding the few lines their wooden bodies drew in the sand, treating them with the wary respect one would give a favorite blade or a highly trained attack dog. They could work together, share the highs and lows of life with them, but never get complacent. The dolls were forever a foreign, inhuman presence, and as with all wild creatures they would never be so arrogant as to assume full understanding. For Barbara to so strongly decide for the doll meant she was most likely not the only one deciding.

Which meant the solution would not be found in the cave.

"Perhaps there are upgrades she wishes to have?"

Oracle paused.

"Maybe," she conceded. "But there's practically a limitless amount of things I could do, and I wouldn't know where to start. And I could more easily do them when she's up and walking."

Not that then. If the doll wanted something to change but not receive upgrades or heal, than what?

... Not heal.

Batman hurried to the table. Oracle watched him with hawk eyes, but another call on the comms turned her away with a final warning glance.

Recovering every single splinter from a damaged wooden object and perfectly reattaching it was nigh impossible on a good day, never mind in the dead of night with a moving target. The dolls always returned to the cave to regenerate scratches and nicks they couldn't buff out, or accepted plaster to transmute with whatever supernatural power guided them.

The batgirl on the table, divested of all covering and armour, was still as chipped and scuffed as the day nightwing recovered last splinter.

The pieces fell into place.

"She doesn't want to be perfectly rebuilt," he realised. "She doesn't want the damage to disappear as it normally does... She wants it to remain visible. A different type of repair, then."

Oracle spun in her wheelchair to face him.

"Why?" she asked, something sharp in her eyes. Bruce chose his next words carefully.

"Perhaps she thinks such damage doesn't need to be hidden away," he said, slowly, and didn't comment when she turned away. Though she put on a strong face, and the doctors had recently released her full time, it would be a long time until the young hero was able to truly heal her mind.

"She doesn't need to do that for me. She's just causing me trouble."

"I don't think she is," he tried. "Dolls tend to reflect their puppeteer even after they accept us. You can't deny your trajectory has been changed."

They both sent a significant look to the enormous super computer taking up the wall.

"You've said you almost feel better able to protect Gotham now, with your reach and skills. Do you really feel that way?"

"I - I don't -" her mouth worked silently, and Bruce waited. "I mean I guess... But a part of me always assumed it'd be temporary, you know? Once I fixed batgirl.. It'd all return to normal." Her voice wobbled, and Bruce didn't hesitate to crouch before her, wrapping her in a long armed hug. She buried herself in his chest, regardless of the chilled metal.

"It's okay if you don't," he whispered into her hair, and held her as she shook. "I'm just throwing ideas around."

"I do though," she rasped. "I think I do feel that way. There's so much that can't be solved by violence, and it feels good to be out there but... I think I can help even more people, this way."

"That's good," he praised, "that's good. You can do whatever you set your mind to."

"You stole that from a parenting book verbatim."

"It's applicable to the current situation."

"Fine," she sighed, and pushed him away to roughly scrub at her eyes. "I'll give the doll another chance. Find some glitter glue or something, I don't know."

"Any materials you need will be provided," he promised. "I wouldn't recommend glitter glue or our usual tar."

He moved to pat her on the hair as the emotions of the moment faded, making sure to keep his unsheathed claws out of her hair.

"Once you fix her, though, I would recommend you puppet the doll during night hours still," he told her. "It wouldn't be good to put your body through twenty hour days."

"I've got a good system set up for now, but thank, B-man."

The computer dinged with another alert, and oracle spun to squint at it with a muffled curse, typing furiously. Batman escaped to the other side of the room, where the folders he'd originally come looking for lay. She waved, distracted, as he left, and although the doll could not smile, he could feel it on his face all the same.

@puppetmaster13u I summon thee dear mutual ^^

[proxyon]

This redraw idea has been on my mind all day

I am unwell about him /p

[little-green-forest]

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh Sidewalk chalk I did of Airy for a school project :3

WIP and zoom-ins under cut

[tdutb]

here have trophy after getting punched or throwing up or something idk

[wheucto]

OBJECTOBER 30 - Prank

"we'll be friends forever!" - a hello kitty plushie, probably

list by doodlebeeberry

[crimsonrune]

Comm - Soul Lantern (Pumpkin TF/Possession)

Halloween is upon us, and I'm ready to ring the season in with this comm from last year by @MagicWritings! Having gotten her place all set for the big, spooky day, Scarlet runs into a pretty major hiccup - getting her soul stuck inside of a plain old jack-o-lantern. Whether or not a mischievous spirit of some sort is to blame, she probably can't really expect the night to go as smoothly as previously anticipated... One can only hope this wears off by the next morning, or she's in for an even bigger world of trouble.

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[infaethible]

not waiting until next august to post this because i'll hate it by then. quick bunnytube for the masses. i suppose

[crumbleclub]

au where evan decides to follow his brother around as a ghost rather than move on, but mike can only communicate with him via magic 8 ball

[bigboysfalldeep]

rise and shine - clothing posession

A new day started, and it is about time for Dom to get ready for his shift as a police officer. He loves his job, and for a couple of years now, getting ready for work has become a daily routine. His uniform is already waiting for him, lying on a small cabinet inside his bedroom underneath a long mirror. Normally, it wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary, but everything will be different today. Something is lurking inside his uniform, woven into the fabric of his clothes, preying on its next victim. A ghostly little creature, able to leech on to inanimate objects easily. It's barely able to take over a human's mind, but there is nothing but trial and error.

The officer walks towards the cabinet, looking at his own reflection inside the mirror. He's looking good as always; he just finished showering, and his hair and skin look nice and soft. He's confident in his looks, but nothing beats wearing his uniform. It's a tight fit, with him working out a lot, but he loves the looks he gets from strangers, his partners, or even his boss. With a sly smirk on his lips, he slides out of his shorts and kicks them to the side before picking up his uniform trousers.

The fabric feels good between his fingers, and without further ado, he starts to put it on. One leg at a time, he enjoys how the fabric clings to his slightly wet skin and how it runs down his legs, thighs, and up to his waist. His dick is a little bigger already, with the anticipation of wearing his beloved uniform, but nothing he can't handle. However, the fabric feels even better today. It's seemingly adjusting itself to his form perfectly, seemingly moving across his skin, caressing his thighs and calves, like a hand gently running up and down his legs. An amazing feeling, a tender touch, sending shivers down his spine. Closing his eyes, he smiles shyly. Subconciously, he grabs his cock through his underwear and strokes himself with three fingers, up and down his length, before tucking it inside his tight pants.

At that moment, it got even better. Something inside the fabric moved to his crotch right away as he buttons up his trousers. It's embracing his dick, adjusting to its form as well, while simultaneously stroking him, encouraging him to grow even bigger. "Fuuuuck." Dom lets out a low moan as he opens his eyes again. "Damn, I'm horny today." He giggles, grabbing his growing length again. It feels a little weird, but he waves it off. After years of wearing that uniform, he had days like this where he immediately got turned on by the mere thought of wearing it, and it would pass rather quickly. Even though he could still feel his pants moving slightly, he tries to push these thoughts away. After all, it must be his imagination—his mind being horny—imagining things.

The next thing he puts on is his gun belt. Quite heavy, thick, and stiff, but necessary for his own protection. In one swift move, he slings it around his waist and tightens it easily. It is quite a lot, with cuffs, keys, his gun, and a flashlight hanging beside his waist, but that's just how it is. However, as soon as he straightens the belt, the feeling of moving fabric got even more intense. His whole lower body is reacting to a longing touch, as it feels like the fabric is humming contently. It's moving around his thighs, his cock, and his waist now, caressing all of his lower half lovingly. Feeling a little overwhelmed, he opens his mouth, but just a low moan escapes his lips. "Yeahha." Dom sighs, allowing this feeling to stay a little longer. He doesn't even notice himself grabbing his still-growing cock again. It still feels so good, so endearing, yet so strange.

Shaking his head, he pushes these thoughts away, and it feels like it's working. Licking his lips, he grabs his tight, long-sleeved uniform top and puts it on as well. Again, one arm at a time. Yet as soon as he pulls it over his head, his whole upper half is engulfed in that same sensational feeling. The fabric is embracing all of his muscles: his arms, biceps, pecs, and abs. With a low grunt, Dom straightens his shirt as he starts stroking himself and his chest firmly, enjoying that feeling of pleasure running through his upper body as well. "What is this?" He moans loudly, barely able to keep a straight face, as the fabric of his top adjusts to his well-formed chest. It's clinging on to him, to all of him. It's stroking his muscles, encouraging them to bulge even harder and to press against the fabric of his uniform. Dom accepts this at first, as he feels so good. His breath quickens, his heart accelerates, and his whole body is seemingly vibrating.

Just then, his shirt starts to play with his nipples, making them hard so fast, and them being sensitive spots for Dom, he lets out a low groan instantly. "Hooww." He says, stroking his chest some more, following the lovely movements of his uniform. Subconsciously, he moves one hand back to his crotch, where his dick is now tenting visibly. As the feeling of pleasure intensifies, he starts to panic. Something isn't right, and he is scared. With his mind now racing too, the pleasure he feels grows even heavier, mixed with a more intense pressure following right away. His clothes are moving even firmer, closer to his skin, and what feels like massive hands are encompassing his entire body. "Mhmmm....No....no.." Dom protests, as he is slowly losing control of his body. Instinctively, he tries desperately to take his clothes back off. Pulling, tugging, and tearing at his shirt and pants, he is trying his best to get free, but nothing seems to help. Quite the opposite happens when the zipper of his shirt moves on its own, closing up right to his throat, making it even harder for him to breathe.

With the fabric of his uniform still tightening rapidly, he claws at his chest and his pecs, but his clothes just vibrate and pulsate rhythmically. His head grows heavy and his vision blurry as more and more strange thoughts enter his mind. He cannot make sense of what's happening. It's like a different language that he's never heard before. Dom steadies himself against the cabinet and lowers his head. He's trying to push this feeling aside to make it stop, but it's futile. The pressure on his whole form just builds up more and more, with his cock growing harder and harder, encouraging him with gentle yet demanding movements up and down his length. All of his muscles are reacting to that sensational touch, bulging and imprinting against the tight uniform and wandering all over his skin. Dom opens his mouth to say something—anything, drooling—and all that comes out are multiple soft moans.

Something is entering his body through his clothes, and he tries to get it off of him. One hand is now on his chest, the other on his twitching cock, stroking himself mindlessly. "I....Whaa...nooo." He puts everything in his legs to get away, but instead, it feels like his body is moving on its own. His head is spinning, and his eyes are unfocused as he sits down at the edge of the bed. Instantly, he grabs his pair of boots, bends down, and puts them on as well. All he can think of is putting on the rest of his uniform, as that feeling spreads right into his toes, tingling heavily. More thoughts flood his heavy head, and still drooling massively, he gets back up again. His whole lower half is vibrating now as he makes his way back to the cabinet, when his breath quickens even more.

Panting and gasping, he needs to steady himself again while his pants are moving firmly across his cock, thighs, calves, and feet. The shirt is now tight around his neck, chest, and arms, stroking him firmly, while those pants keep edging him on by playing with his cock and balls. Dom knows he's leaking cum already. Drooling mindlessly, he looks at his own reflection inside the mirror. His eyes are foggy, vacant, and unfocused, and he lets out a long guttural moan. "What is this?" His voice breaks as the pants start to move even firmer. Like a hand sliding inside his pants, all fingers around his length, playing with his wet cock. Yet, there is one missing piece. His vest is still lying on the cabinet, and looking down, he picks it up. It's so difficult to move his heavy arms now, but all he can think of is that uniform.

Once he puts it on and closes the zipper, the feeling gets even more intense. Dom can hardly breathe as it is, but his vest is putting even more pressure on his chest. It's painful, yet full of pleasure. Unable to think or speak, he has to stand there as his uniform encompasses his entire physique. He panics again, thinking his bones might break under that pressure. Dom keeps on pulling at his clothes, all of him aching for relief, but there is no escaping now. Moaning uncontrollably, he leans his head back, giving in to this beautiful embrace. It feels like multiple men are hugging him from behind; a dozen warm hands are running down his entire form—his chest, abs, thighs, neck, shoulder, and right into his feet. The fabric keeps playing with his muscles, his nipples, and his skin, edging him on and on.

At the same time, he is also touching himself mindlessly, but then there is a sudden shift. As waves of pure pleasure run through every fiber of his body, his brain is flooded with messages, telling him that everything is going to be okay. His brain is now releasing serotonin into his system, a reaction to his anticipated climax, but he's not quite there yet. With that, his pants suddenly start to increase the pressure on his throbbing cock, their fabric moving tightly around his twitching dick. It feels like somebody is sucking him off. With his head still spinning, he looks down at his crotch and sees part of his pants move up and down his shaft firmly. It's like nothing he's ever felt before. Due to all that pressure, Dom needs to steady himself again, this time clinging on for dear life. His entire body is working overtime; it's nearing its breaking point, and he can tell there is not much resistance back for him to turn into a twitching mess.

Instinctively, however, his hips start moving, easily matching the pace and rhythm of his pants. "My God." Whaaa." He moans, unable to finish one singular though. Unable to keep his eyes open, he stands there with an open mouth, drooling on to the cabinet and uniform while this is happening to him. It feels like fucking the perfect mouth—someone who knows how to work around his massive cock. At the same time, all of him—his entire being—is being fondled. His shirt keeps stroking him, teasing him by pinching his erect nipples, causing all of his muscles to bulge harshly. It feels like hands are running down his thighs, his calves, around his waist, his back, his shoulder, and his neck. A warmth spreads through him, clouding his mind even more.

Sparks of electricity shoot through his spine and right into his brain, causing an overdose of pure pleasure inside the man's system. Dom's eyes roll back deep into his skull as his whole body gets stiff and rigid, aching for more. Whatever is happening is doing a phenomenal job of fucking him. The officer regains just enough composure to let his hands wander all over his own body again, and he feels the fabric move underneath his hands. He touches himself, his chest, his abs, and further down to his crotch.

Then, however, his resilience breaks due to all that pressure, and all of him is giving in to this feeling. The tip of his cock erupts, shooting massive loads of steaming cum into his pants. Drooling, Dom moans again and again, thrusting into the air. A wet patch spreads across his crotch, and suddenly, his clothes seem to suck him dry. Hes sweating heavily, still cumming as well, but his uniform is gladly taking it all right into its fabric, with his clothes absorbing his bodily fluids. He hums breathlessly for a few minutes as this process is repeated again and again. But then his body grows weaker as the feeling slowly subsides. His clothes stop moving; instead, they keep vibrating contently. Dom's head is still heavy, his vision blurry, and his voice barely there, but he slowly regains control of himself. To comfort him, his clothes are now caressing his most sensitive spots lovingly. Stroking his nipples, his chest, and his thighs It's like someone telling him how good he is.

Dom purrs happily as he regains his composure completely. With his head less heavy, his eyes slowly adjusted to the world around him, and he lifts his head to look into the mirror once more. "Damn, what the ffuck?" He says this worryingly, looking down at his body, with his clothes moving slowly, unseen by most eyes. His pants are playing with his limp, wet cock, much to Dom's amusement. His shirt, on the other hand, is giving him more space, letting him breathe deeply. "That feels better." He growls and places a hand right at the moving patch of clothing. "Are you here to stay, buddy?" He says, a coy smile forming on his lips. His uniform moves again, this time smoother, drawing circles all over his skin. His uniform is pulsating again, as if responding to his question.

"That was a hell of a ride." Dom sighs, sliding one hand under his vest to stroke his own chets lovingly. His uniform seems to appreciate it, as it keeps on playing with his cock and nipples and embracing his entire form as well. Dom lets out a long groan again. "We're going to figure this out then, because I can't be fucked at work all the time." He giggles, petting his own chest in satisfaction. His uniform adjusts to his physique one last time, acting like regular clothes, causing Dom to lick his lips. "I see you came prepared." He strokes his own neck, running a hand through his scruffy beard. "Let's get to it then." With one last longing look down at his clothes, he leaves for work. Unaware that it's going to be tough to hide what his new uniform desires,

[jakkinlarethian]

How I Became a Hide(out) - Part 1

I was just minding my own business in the market, doing my daily shopping, when a man I had never seen before walked up to me and sized me up. He appeared to be a little bit taller than me, but roughly the same size. His skin was darker than mine, kind of like a mediterranean vibe.

He said to me, “You’ll do” and yanked me into the side alley. Before I could protest, he put a capsule under my nose, which made me a little bit dizzy and made me not want to run.

He got a needle out of his bag and injected something into my neck. I felt like I couldn’t move a muscle or resist him at all. I was just standing there motionless. After he finished with the injection, he started to take off his clothes, stripping all the way naked. I tried to watch him, but my eyesight started to get cross eyed. I never had a problem with this, but it seems as if I could really start to see both sides my nose. My arms could move a little bit again and so I reached my hand to feel what was going on. As I reached and touched my nose, it pushed in caving in my face- distorting my vision further. I put both hands up to feel but all I can feel was my face collapsing in on itself, as if there was nothing in my skull anymore. Just then, my arms became limp again and fell to my sides. That jerking motion caused my head to flop forward, which made my face spread over my chest.

I could feel my arms drooping as if they were fabric. They twisted slighlty as if there was no longer any bone holding them in position. It was a very bizarre feeling.

I heard my attacker say, “You’re coming along nicely– even faster than I expected.”

As my face spread flat across my own chest I could feel my breathing and heartbeat distinctly. Suddenly I noticed that it was no longer beating- my chest was thinning out as if it were hollowing out. I could feel the deadweight of my arms slowly dragging down my shoulders, pressing down on my chest as it continued to hollow out. My face travelled down my chest on my torso until it was draped over my dick and balls. I could feel the empty form of my head conforming to the curve of my dick. I was a bit hard- this was such a bizarre and fantastic situation; apparently it aroused me on some level. My nose was flattened on the top bridge of my dick, my eyes could see each other on the underside of it.

The hollowing-out feeling continued with my stomach, which finally caved in on itself. My legs starting to feel wiggly. They started to collapse in on themselves, telescoping down as if they were folding in on themselves like a rolled up sock. With the final loss of any balancing that I had, I crumpled to the floor into what felt like a pile of fabric. I could feel parts of my body touching areas they shouldn't be able to. The wierdest feeling was that my leg skin touching other leg skin that was rolled on top of itself. Somehow my face had flipped and landed on top of the stack. From my perspective, It looked as if I was laying flat on the ground.

 The man stood over me, looking down at me on the ground. 

“I think you’re gonna serve my needs very nicely” he said. He picked me up, grabbing me by the top of my head. I could feel myself pulling off of the ground as if I was a blanket that had been piled on the floor. It was strange to feel part of me stretched tight from the lift versus the other parts I that I could feel folded in on themselves still down on the ground.

He put his hands in my mouth and stretched it open. He kept going far past what I thought my mouth should be able to do. He then proceeded to stick one foot down into my mouth and place his toes down into my neck. I didn’t feel any resistance from teeth or tongue or throat in anyway, it says if I was completely hollow. He proceeded to put his other foot in, stretching my mouth even wider. 

Both of his feet were now in my mouth, and I was there staring up at the back of his calves. He started to wiggle them to get them to go fully down my throat. My throat stretched accordingly, and I could feel his feet starting to dip into my chest. I was now staring up at his butt, with my lips completely cuffing around his two calves . It was as if I was swallowing him, licking him the whole way as I was going.

He put his two thumbs down in the sides of my mouth and gripped hard. He then started to pull my mouth and face upward so that his legs went deeper down into my chest. I felt his toe bump on the inside of my bellybutton, and keep going. His right toe momentarily got stuck on the inside of my dick where it joined my body– he had to wiggle around trying to get get it loose. My dick just flopped around as he did so. He finally got it loose and continued to shove his feet finally down into my thighs. My lips were now just below his butt cheeks, and my nose was firmly planted in his crack. I was staring up at his hairy back. He proceeded to pull on my leg skin, to start to bunching it up on itself so that he could fish his feet down farther into my legs.

He started to pull up my leg skin from he outside as if he were fitting his legs inside pants. I could feel my leg skin bunching up as he pulled my skin to get his feet into mine. His feet popped through my ankles and onto the soles of my foot. I could feel his toes push into mine from the inside. He pulled my foot taught, and then wiggled his toes to perfectly align them inside mine. He then pulled up on my leg skin to set his ankle in place. He did this for the other foot and then stood up.

He again shoved his fingers back into my mouth and started to tug upward. My nose dug deep into his crack and got stuck for a little bit, but he then unclenched and pulled it free. I felt my lower jaw cup his balls, and then stop. He had to move his hand around to stretch my mouth a bit wider to insert his very large cock in my mouth and down my throat. Whatever was left of my tongue licked his whole package as it slid past. I was now staring straight up his back from the position of his waist.

My mouth was now sealed around his waist like a waist band. The whole process must’ve been exciting him a little bit too because I could feel his dick nestled on the inside of my chin and it was flicking slightly. He shimmied back and forth to start to work his torso in. He again put his hands in either side of my mouth and tugged up hard, working it slowly up his torso to the underside of his chest. I could feel my bottom lip sliding over each ab and my top lip cupping his lower back. He then reached down and tugged at my leg skin to fully position his legs completely within mine. He reached down and worked my butt skin over to conpletely cup his bubble butt. Finally, he pulled out my dick and balls stretching them outward until he could align them with his shaft. It took a little bit of wiggling back-and-forth, but he was finally able to completely cup his balls and shaft. I felt like it stretched me out a couple inches longer than my dick usually was.

With that in position, he again started working the sides mouth up so that I slowly inched over his chest. I could feel his nipples flick past my lips, as my mouth was now brought up to underneath his armpits. I can start to taste his sweaty pits as my mouth came in contact with them. He used his left arm to hook inside my mouth and pull it triple-wide out from his chest so that he could plunge his right arm down through my mouth into my arm hole. He fished it down like a glove. Once he got his arm inside of mine, he let my mouth slap back, and then proceeded to use his free arm to position my skin over his right arm. Once his fingers were completely slotted within mine, he did the same by pulling my neck back out again and fishing his left arm inside of my mouth so that he could completely fit his left arm within mine. In the process I could feel his arm scraping and pushing out, bulging my chest as it went by trying to get into the left arm sleeve. He finally got it in, including all fingers by using his already gloved hand to stretch and pull my fingers into place.

My mouth was now around his neck and with my face looking straight up at the back of his head. He put my fingers back into my mouth and stressed it wide and up and over the top of his head. He did the same with my lower jaw, stretching it up over his jaw. After a couple more tugs and pushes, he was able to guide my lips completely over his head to complete my swallowing of him whole.

He used his hands to position my face over his making sure his nose nested in mine, and that my eyes aligned with his. I hadn’t realized that my eyeballs must’ve disappeared because I could see out of what was my eyeholes. At last, it seemed as if I had completely enveloped him. He started to stretch out our arms and legs to make sure that everything was fitting snuggly. He then reached his fingers into my mouth and stretched my lips inward so that I completely covered the inside of his lips. With one final inspection, he got out a second needle and jabbed it into my facial skin. After the needle was fully injected, I could feel my skin start to expand into the insides of his mouth and coat his tongue. I could feel all of my openings start to seal into his, as if my skin was now lining all of the insides of his openings. I could feel my skin, expanding up his ass and down the urethra of his dick.

“Wow – you really fit me like a glove. You make an awesome body suit” my attacker said in my own voice. I am guessing my inner coating of his body also included his vocal cords. He now could pass as me anywhere.

The effects of the drugs must’ve still been in my system as I slowly got sleepy. I tried to fight it, but I passed out.

To be Continued...

[patch-of-roses]

I'm running a Ninjago D&D campaign right now, and it's so funny what easily works and what doesn't in 5e.

Like, Master of Fire? Easy. They honestly just need to be a fire genasi. Ice? You got it; cold damage is a common enough type of damage to homebrew something. Energy/green ninja power? That's a Mage of Witherbloom if ever I've seen one. Lightning? Shocking grasp cantrip can get you so far in life. Water? Uh, well maybe you can rework a water genasi? Bit weird that they can breathe underwater but like it's fine. EARTH???

Serpentine, nindroids, and Sky Folk are simple enough to find a 5e race that fits their general powers. BUT GHOSTS? WHY DO THEY DO SO MANY THINGS? I ALMOST HAD A TPK IN THE TOURNAMENT, THIS EMO 15-YEAR-OLD IS NOT GOING TO KILL THEM ON THEIR FIRST MEETING.

[pizzazz-party]

sub-genre of drawings in my paper pile where rottmnt usagi is clinging for dear life to the hood of a soaring, demon-possessed car