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#The Static Speaks My Name#video games#gaming#video game polls#polls#tumblr polls#indie#indie game dev#indie games#horror#horror games#adventure
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Comfy games from my steam library 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
#deep sleep scriptwelder#i have no mouth and i must scream#iron lung#penumbra overture#saya no uta#song of saya#the static speaks my name
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the exhiliration and euphoria that SOMETHING is finally going to change, that nothing matters anymore, is not the same as certainty. or correctness. “i feel the atoms in my body waking up” that line spoke to me in a way that felt like a yawning chasm.
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Source: "The Static Speaks My Name"
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"Takes ten minutes to play and has "next-gen" features like a shrimp tank."
yeah this game sounds good
Wheres that reaction drawing of a guy looking horrified and depressed at their phone when i need it....
#answered#forreal though if you play it the content warnings are:#suicide. murder. imprisonment and torture. spiraling mental health. depressing themes overall.#from what i can remember#maplecaster#its a good game but MAN you better have something feelgood to play after#the static speaks my name
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We need to go back a few years to whatever era of depressing off-the-shits indie horror this was and I am not even remotely joking
YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY!
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Ok more catching up, featuring a bunch more mini-posts condensed into one, for several things I don't have all that much to say about (and then later at some point a couple bigger ones for things I have bigger opinions on: Visions of Mana and 1000xRESIST).
I don't think I ever got around to mentioning Zenzizenzic, but even if I did it's now getting an acknowledgment that I'm giving up on it cause I'm not good enough at it to get any further. It's a shame it's not available for sale anywhere anymore though because it's a good and stylish twin stick bullet hell game. It's also a shame the soundtrack was pulled for sale from everywhere at some point, because it's great and I'd gladly pay money for it.
Jewel Match Solitaire Summertime exists. It's more Jewel Match Solitaire. No more and no less than any of the other games, just a slightly different theme. I pull one out every now and then when my brain won't brain enough to do anything else, and I replenish my stock when they go on sale really cheap.
One Deck Dungeon seems alright. I like the idea of a dice-based roguelike, and it seems to have decent enough mechanics and decision-making. I just didn't really feel compelled to keep playing past the first run. Didn't really grab me for some reason.
Clear Skye Thinking is cute and fun and ebi-hime back on form after whatever that last one was that I tried and bounced off really hard. As usual it's good without quite being great and probably won't leave much of a lasting impression on me, but it's cute yuri fluff, and sometimes that's all you need.
the static speaks my name...exists? Probably? I apparently played it but remember almost nothing about it beyond a vague slightly-positive-of-neutral feeling about it. It was just strange enough to be a little bit interesting, but not strange enough to stick with me at all for more than a day or two.
I finally got around to trying RYB after however many years, and it's got some good puzzles. I didn't finish it though because some of the stuff introduced later on made the puzzles not read as clearly to me visually, and that made it enough less fun that I didn't want to bother.
On the plus side that led me to 20 Small Mazes by the same person, which feels better put together. Good puzzles, good presentation, and knows exactly how much to explore its core concepts without overstaying its welcome. Very much looking forward to their next game that's already been announced that I'm blanking on the name of. Strange Jigsaws, maybe? Whatever it was it has the best trailer for anything ever.
And then finally I tried playing Dad of Boy God of War. I was feeling hopeful about it because people had made it sound interesting, and even though the first hour was not my usual thing it seemed like it had potential. I really, really didn't enjoy playing it as a game though, so I'll probably never find out what happens with it. At least I got my periodic reminder to stop thinking I might actually enjoy big AAA games like that though. Nearly every time I try they extremely don't really do it for me. One of these days that lesson will stick permanently instead of me needing a reminder every once in a while.
#zenzizenzic#jewel match solitaire summertime#jewel match solitaire series#one deck dungeon#clear skye thinking#the static speaks my name#ryb#20 small mazes#god of war#god of war series
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I love the empty feeling angst fics and mental health games and movies give me for some reason
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Felix had his eyebrows detailed and is now 1000% more rizzed up,
The audience is shaping up too,
Annnnnd the guests are getting hammer-wasted, excellent... H-hey Pochita! Leave Mizutaki alone, I'll get you another drink!
#Shelf Talk#Felix (Last Name?)#Nendoroid#toy#barbie#toy review#toy interview#furry#im trying to start a toy review channel type thing#and instead of a traditional review format i thnk itd be fun to interview the toys in a mash up of like#robot chicken twisted toyfare theatre talk show host type things and do some wacky and wild shenanigans#im still figuring things out but its been fun having a display that i go back to change and tweak more often#rather than a static display i would usually leave alone#imagine PLAYING with your toys???#i speak mostly to myself - i miss playing with my toys in a more imaginative way ive become too focused on “The Collection” and less of why#i wanted to collect them in the first place. i want to highlight the special design choices and delve a bit into how they come together.#toys are fun - play with them#make up stories!
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I get such a weird feeling seeing other people with my friends deadnames. Like what are you doing. That’s not a real name
#it’s like. oddly akin to like. names that are blacked out when ur reading yknow.#like. forbidden knowledge. if I try to speak it it will come out wrong#garbled#I hear my friends deadnames like a voice through an old radio#static and almost illegible#but a little bit nostalgic#just a little#it’s very strange#to the void#sunnfish.jrnl
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the way i completely zone out every time someone tells me their name on the phone should be studied in a lab
#and just for those 3 seconds!! hello my name is [static noises and alien sounds] may i speak with [employee]#and every single time im like uhhhhh could you please repeat your name haha im sorry i can't hear you that well (lies)
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look. being misgendered is whatever. i know what i look like and all that, it happens all the time and it's chill. but being misgendered by my work nemesis (at a job where i am fully out AND my work nemesis was talked to about how he shouldn't misgender me previously) is something else. it's like some looney toons shit. i was already so mad about having to talk to him and then he misgendered me and my brain popped right out of my skull and flew away
#biting tearing ripping biting#i hate this man sooooo much and im being SOOOO brave about it#i already spaced out for half of the meeting because i didnt want to listen to him speak#but he was telling me. about a task that i have to do. so i really really did need to listen#so i asked him a clarification question#and then he misgendered me and my brain fully turned to static for about thirty seconds so i DIDNT REGISTER THE ANSWER#i cant even be passive aggressive. i have to be so so so nice because he is in upper management#and also is incapable of thinking that he could be wrong#what's WORSE is that one of my stuffed animals has the same name as him. so now whenever i cuddle my turtle pillow pet my nemesis HAUNTS me
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FML: Video
“Shoot, I don’t know about this. Something about watching this feels weird.”
My bro just kept holding my face, “You said you wanted to be one of the bros dude. Just keep watching, this video will tell you everything you need to know”
“Yeah, you said that, but this is just static and nonsense, and something about it has me on edge. Just let me get out of here.”
“But don’t it speak to you? Isn’t there something you want to let out jock boy.”
“I…no, no I… I can’t… stop, what’s happening?”
“Jock boy is about to learn what being a bro is all about. Jock boy wants to listen carefully to his bro and watch the video.”
“No no no… but, it… it sounds so… calm…”
“Yeah jock boy, just like a mind vacation. Just let it happen. Good jock boy.”
“Must… listen… to… bruuuuhhh.”
Sometimes it takes a little convincing, but eventually they all fall. Their eyes grow wide before their muscles go limp and mouths drop open. It usually only takes a little bit for them to process. But when they finally do come too, it’s like a whole different world in there. The first one I did by accident. Found the weird file and sent it to my roommate as a joke. It wasn’t until I got back from class that I saw just how much power I now had.
Gone was the theater kid, in his place was a souped up bro ready to knock back some cold ones, and get sweaty in the gym. It was a surprise when he began rubbing my thigh in the sauna, and pulled me in for a kiss. I melted in his arms as he positioned me on the bench and began stretching me out. I was so relaxed he slid in with no lube, fucking me raw and hard as his tongue kept my mouth distracted from moaning. Thought I just got lucky there, happened to get a gay guy. But I quickly learned for him now, “any hole’s a goal.” And it was confirmed when I tried it with a second guy:
Good old Southern boy, and as straight as they came. Thought he was hot shit in class. Sent him the file when we were on a group project together. By the next day when he came in, he couldn’t add two numbers together with a calculator. He was still smug as hell but in bed, let’s just say he earned it. He was about as thick as an ear of corn, and he knew how to plow a field and spread his seed.
I had tried a couple others since then. A scholarship rival here. A group mate there. A couple disappointing dates that ended up really turning the night around. But my friend had finally gotten curious and started asking some questions. I didn’t need someone to question what was happening. I needed a lifting buddy. This was my first time trying to edit the file to get some different results.
“Hey, bro? What happened last night? I feel hung over as fuck..”
Holy shit he was massive. “Nothing too much bro. You just got fucking shit faced.”
“Huhuhu, yeah,” he gawfed, “sounds right.
It was time to try the trigger and see how much the changes worked, “Hey, jock boy, tell me your name.”
His laughter stopped as his eyes glossed over, “My name is Jack, but my friends just call me Jacked.”
“What do you want more than anything, jock boy?”
“To serve my bros,” he replied.
“Will you do anything for them?”
His mind flickered for a moment. I saw a look of confusion pass over him. He looked down, “Hey, what… WHAT HAPPENED? What did you do-“
I walked up and held his face“JOCK BOY, STOP.”
He tried to fight it, his mind pulling him back to the abyss. But as I watched his body slowly relax, I knew I had won even before he said, “Ye-yeah. Sure thing bro.”
“Jock Boy, will you do anything for your bros?”
His face broke out in a shiteating grin, “Fuck yeah, anything for my bros.”
“New exercise routine. You, face down, ass up. My bed. Now.”
He excitedly ran back to my bedroom. I heard the bed squeal under his weight. Good to know I could edit things. Can’t always let my bros have all the fun.
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you KNOW the 2016-2019 markiplier video is about to hit different when youtube puts a viewer discretion warning before you can watch
#i particularly love his 'the static speaks my name' playthrough#because while he treats these topics with a lot more respect than other creators do#i get to lighten the mood and laugh from my end because these games arent tragedy. these are just my day-to-day. lol.
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Neighbour!Simon Riley x Reader
Girl Next Door (Seven)
CW: Jealous Simon, oral sex (m receiving), cum swallowing, praise, bit of spanking
Previous Chapter, Next Chapter
The morning air was gentle, a soft ray cast through an open window, blinds not shut. The tickle of hair brushed against your stomach, the scent of cotton and whiskey brushing past your ear as your eyes fluttered open.
Simon was warm, the pudge of his belly radiating against your back. You stirred, a soft groan leaving your head as your brain racked, throbbing with an arrogant hangover. Your body was compliant, sticking to the sheets as you wriggled, a quick hand grabbing at your waist.
“Stop wriggling like that,” Simon snapped, voice tense with slumber.
“It’s how I wake up,” you yawned, pressing at the static in your eyes as he laughed against the back of your neck.
“It’s waking me up too,” the evident hardness of his boner flushed against your ass. Your face stilled, movements stopping as you squeaked out an apology.
There was a gentle tick from cicadas outside as you walked into the garden, the bristle of hot air against your bare thighs as you nestled a cup of coffee into your palms. The flowers were bright, transcendent colours flickering across a simple green as you rested against a porch chair.
The English air was a windless ruin, the scent of the sun blazing against wood filling the air as you shielded your eyes, treading along grass as your hands tipped a metal can of water onto the flora.
“Gardens nice,” a voice said.
Simon’s hips hung low with a towel, distinct V-line disposing into the cotton as a delicate trail of hair followed. You swallowed, visibly.
“Thank you,” you gawked, eyes slightly wide as you breathed in the image of him, iris’ soaked in arousal.
“You want to grab breakfast?”
“And they call him Soap?” You giggle, mouth crinkling as your eyes closed, squinting as Simon explained his task force to you, or the men you indecently exposed.
“Gave it to ‘em because of how fast he cleans out a room.”
“And why do they call you Ghost?”
The name was strange leaving your mouth, the foreignness of someone so different to the military speaking it sending a chill through him as he maintained composure.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
The café was bustling, the bricks stacked with corny quotes and pictures of regulars, the mint counter littered with coffee grounds and spilt milk. Eyes wandered on the bulky man next to you, but he didn’t pay attention, simply watching you as you spilled workplace secrets.
The croissant you were scoffing down crumby as it collected on the side of your lips, the tickle of pastry paying you no mind as you rambled. Simon took in the way your eyes darted back and forth when you spoke too much and the way your hands displayed actions when you wanted to emphasise something.
He noticed how your nose twitched slightly as you sucked in deeper breaths than normal, and he noticed the light fluster of blush across your cheek when he gazed at you.
You scrunched your brows together as he looked at your lips, his own creasing up slightly with amusement.
“What?” You said, confused before a calloused thumb reached out and rubbed at the side of your lip, speckles of crumbs falling from your face as you groaned.
“I had food on my face the whole time and you didn’t tell me?”
“Didn’t wan’ interrupt your gossip session.”
The environment felt stagnant apart from the two of you, his thumb still pressed against your cheek with a light pressure, umber eyes seeping through his sockets as he memorised every crease of your skin. His ears hissed with a monotone ring, too focused on the speckles of shade that fell between your facial apertures.
“You’re-“
“Y/N?”
The voice was familiar, yet foggy, an immediate sense of dread running through you as you stared at Louis, his body clad with a flannel shirt and scuffed-up jeans. His face was bright with a smile, arms wide as you stood, awkwardly waving.
“You ran off too fast last night,” he prattled, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you flush against him. You pulled away in an abhorrent manner, turning around to face Simon, a scowl crossing his face.
“Had to deal with something,” you muttered as Simon raised from his seat, towering over the pair of you as he cleared his throat.
“Ah- sorry mate, you must be?” Louis yakked, his chest puffing slightly as he faced the larger man.
Simon nearly scoffed into the air, “Simon.”
“It was nice seeing you, Louis,” you smiled, lips tight as you grabbed at your neighbour’s wrist gently.
“Before you go,” he jerked, grabbing onto your shoulder softly, “I was wondering if you wanted to go out again, y’know, us two?”
“I don’-“
“She’s fine.” Simon’s voice was sharp, every syllable cutting through the thickening tension, barely visible cloud of discomfort clouding around your table as you excused the both of you, mingled bodies hustling out of the crowded corner store.
Your smile was amused, shoving at the muscle of his bicep, “She’s fine?”
The look from the Lieutenant was dirty but playful, almost tempting you to argue with him, luring more of his possessive words out, “Don’t need another man eating the pussy I ate, do I?”
The words rolled from his tongue in a motion of filth as you slapped his chest, a boyish laugh sounding from him as he opened the car door for you. The drive home was windy, the usual speckle of trees greeting you as his long fingers wrapped around the stick shift as he focused on the hardened tar before him.
Your thighs, covered by a gentle sundress, were wet, a combination of arousal and sweat leaking from your panties as an evident dark patch pressed against your heat as you shifted uncomfortably. Horny eyes glanced down to his jeans, an evident strain bulging close to his zipper as you swallowed.
Tantalising fingers stroked the flesh of his arm gently as he smiled at you before they fell onto his lap, groping lightly at the hardness of his thighs, a slow trail teasing his crotch as he coughed.
“What are you doing, sweet’art?” His voice tight.
“Returning the favour.” The jerk of his car was immediate, hazards flickering in the distance as he pulled down an emptier road, dirt skidding against the tyres as he halted.
Your fingers were quick as they unzipped his pants, his hands swatting yours away as he pulled them down, large curvature poking through his briefs, precum soaking across the tip as you kissed your teeth.
Your hand was quick to grab at his erection, letting the intimidating length rest in your palms as you watched him through hooded eyes. He was quick to rid his undergarments, healthy cock springing out as it slapped against gentle curls.
The head was flushed a light red, pearly silk collecting as you swiped a thumb across it, a gentle hiss leaving his lips. Your mouth was quick to lean down, a glob of spit landing on his shaft as your hands worked against his cock with a smooth pace, gentle groans eliciting from him.
Your mouth was warm, bathing him in instant pleasure as full lips suckled at the tip, tongue running along his member with ease as you welcomed him down your throat.
Simon’s fingers wrapped around your hair, working it into a messy ponytail as he bucked upwards, a choke sounding from your stuffed throat.
Your ass was flushed in the air as he leaned his chair back, dress pooling around your tummy as the fabric fell down the plushness of your thighs.
“Good fucking girl, so good at taking me, ain’t you? Bet this is nearly as nice as your pretty pussy.”
His words spurred you on, your mouth working faster along his dick as you held a tight grip on the remainder, another hand grabbing gently at heavy balls as he delivered a harsh spank to your exposed ass, panties wedged into the puffy lips of your pussy as you whined against him.
“Gonna fill this pretty mouth up, fuck- take you as mine. You gonna let me do that, baby?”
You nodded against him, cheeks hollowed around him as you traced a thick vein, earning a deep groan from him.
The windows fogged, dirty evidence surrounding the car as you gagged, slobbering down him as you hummed, feeding him down your mouth that would no doubt bruise later.
His hand was groping at your flesh, watching the way it melted into his palm with every slap, tender flesh jiggling against him. It was a sight for sore eyes as he guided you along his length.
His balls were taunt, desperate to release as you continued your pleasurable torment. “This mouth was made for me- Jesus Christ-“
With a final gag down his cock he was coming, your mouth rushed with the taste of tangy salt, a loud moan purring through his chest as you swallowed, pulling up with a pant as your tear-streaked eyes fluttered up at him.
“Fucking beautiful, ain’t you?”
#evilgwrl#call of duty x reader#simon Riley smut#141 x reader#simon riley#ghost#ghost smut#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost smut#simon riley fluff#simon ghost riley fanfiction#call of duty#cod smut#call of duty smut#cod mw2#cod ghost#ghost cod
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Triple Shot Theft
Trying to nab himself a sweet treat, Liam finds himself growing into the behemoth whose order he stole.
Shorter story! Petty thief to meathead bodybuilder, hope you enjoy this slightly more succinct story! -Occam
The coffee was in his sights. Liam just needs to wait for a moment when the mobile order counter was unattended andddd- There. He’s already out the door and headed down the street with enough caffeine to get him through his morning. I mean he’s not proud of his little act of delinquency, but it’s not like anyone’s suffering right? The coffee shop has unlimited resources, they'll make whatever poor schmuck whose drink he just nabbed a new one.
Speaking of, now that he’s home free it’s well time for the first sip. Liam briefly checks the name on the cup, Elijah. “Well Eli, cheers to you. Bottoms up-” Raising the steaming togo cup to his lips Liam prepares for the ritual first burning sip. Not checking the label as he wants to be surprised by whatever hides underneath the lid. As soon as the drink touches his tongue it is revealed to be quite the unpleasant one as he rears back from the scalding drink and grimaces.
Totally unrelated from the boiling heat, the taste was the single most bitter thing he’s ever experienced before in his life. Sticking his burned tongue out before whispering a complaint he checks the label, “Jesus Christ dude!? What the fuck did your order?” Taking no time to analyze his criticism of a man who is by all intents his victim, his eyes grow wide as he sees the drink is a Black Dead Eye, that is drip coffee with three shots.
He feels his heart flutter as he thinks about the amount of caffeine he now holds in his hand and plans how he is going to ration it out so he doesn’t completely overload himself. His mind briefly tries to picture the type of man to order this, though before a clear thought could be produced he shrugs and takes another sip. Could’ve at least had some syrup in there guy. Still taking a strained sip, an idea unfamiliar fills his mind, ‘psh as if I’m gonna drink some empty calories to start my day.’
Eliam’s eye twitches as he scrunches his face, presumably from the bitterness and grunts, “ugh, I hate-” Feeling a frog in his throat he clears it a few times in short succession. “Man, this drink sucks.” His brow immediately furrows as he hears his voice almost sounds deeper to his ears? Eliam eyes the drink for half a second before shrugging and assuming he must be coming down with a cold. Something within his subconscious questions how that will affect his time at work? No, not work, something else. Something close though, his arm rises in a right angle and he tilts his head as the thin limb tries to flex, immediately confused as to why he just did that, after a pause he reconsiders. Why does his bicep look so puny?
Uncomfortable with his bicep barely manipulating the sleeve of his shirt he considers, “Maybe I should start hitting up the gym?” Eliam scratches at his chest and frowns as he feels truly no muscle definition hiding under his T-shirt. His head buzzes with foreign emotion and instinct as the general apathy he has for his body and appearance is rapidly being replaced with disdain nearing disgust. He grunts and keels over as static, burning pins and needles, begins to overwhelm his senses. In the process he nearly spills his coffee which hits him with far more anxiety than losing a drink you didn't even pay for should.
His mouth is cold and dry as he stares at his nearly lost midnight dark drink and, even greater than the bizarre numbness and strange sensations contorting his body, he feels an urge, a need, to drink. Lips puckering as they strain to get closer to the cup as he brings it to his mouth, his legs give out and he falls back against a shop window. Passersby sneer at him as doggedly sits on the sidewalk and raises the cup completely upside down and lets it pour into his wanting mouth. His throat struggles to keep up as something besides himself, something with a will stronger than his own, forces him to down the burning drink in one go.
Mission accomplished, he gasps for air and wipes the few drops of coffee that landed outside of his mouth off his face before sucking them off his stained finger. When a businessman looks down at him with an eyebrow raised Eliamh feels a burning in his chest at the challenge. His jaw clenches and every muscle burns with the desire to show the pen pusher what’s up, dude doesn’t even know what the grind is! Eliamh’s eye twitches and he clenches at his gut as for the first time in his life it seems to be straining his intentionally baggy shirt.
The pettiest thief struggles to stand, using the wall for support as his legs suddenly struggle to carry his body. All the while making embarrassing grunts. He begins burping loudly as his stomach tries to get him to reject the drink in the only way it can. He feels more bloated with every labored breath and heavy movement, his midriff now exposes his thin treasure trail as his arms begin to fill the sleeves of his wrinkled button up. In between burps and groans he just gets out in his now decidedly duller voice, “Whuh- what was in that cup-”
Usually happy to hide, Eliamh feels a rising need to challenge every man in sight, realizing something is beginning to overwrite his usual instincts, his rational ideas. As his pants begin to strain, thighs and ass bulging larger, Eliamh realizes that no matter his new desire to post up he needs to wait out whatever, uh, food poisoning this is. Stumbling into the storefront he’s thus far used as a stabilizer he groans out to the clerk, hand covering his mouth as he tries to hold back a loud burp, “Burmgh- I, ugh. Need yer restroom, dude.” Mouth curling into a frown at the clearly unwell man the cashier just points to the room at the back and Eliamh quickly stumbles through the door and locks it behind him.
Panting, Eliamh falls to the floor. Sweating through his clothes he leaves a trail on the door as he slides against it. Unconcerned with the filth of being on a bathroom floor his mind screams as his body begins to expand in every direction. Fabric tears as his bloated gut redistributes itself across his whole form. His arms that only recently bulged with any weight at all suddenly rip entirely through his shirt. Veiny biceps tear through, bursting larger than his thighs before his forearms race to match. His hands grow rough with callouses as he tears at his clothes as they begin to suffocate him.
Elijam’s shoulders pecs are initially inhibited by the clothes barely hanging in there. As soon as they give way and his torso is freed to the air do they begin their transformation outright. Drool pouring from his mouth as his mind flitters between the horror of becoming something anathema to himself while at the same time rapidly recognizing the arms as the powerful weapons he has honed for years now. Initially absent, the muscle on his chest pointedly makes up for the years spent abandoned. Pumping larger as his lungs expands and his chest widens to match shoulders that thicken to be shoulderpads, his pecs begin to become unseemly. Weighty enough that his current legs could never support them, his pecs surge to a size where the idea that he could ever be anything but a diligent bodybuilder is foolish.
His rougher hands trail down his sweaty, impossibly large chest and find that there are now swaths of his body where his bulging biceps and dense pecs collide that he simply can no longer touch. Moving down to feel abs as they push themselves out of his lower torso like cobblestones, his grunts and burps turn to deep moans as he bathes in the pleasure of becoming Elijah. Finally reaching low enough to free his package as it begins to fill his constricting pants, Elijah palms his balls as they begin to fill his body with hormones that make his boorish mindset make far more sense.
Outside in the store the clerk contemplates calling the authorities as the deep moans echoing from the bathroom begin to scare off customers. Back in the restroom the bodybuilders thighs expand to truly the size of tree trunks as they lengthen along the cold tile. Immediately do they tear his pants as it becomes clear that he’ll never take a step without his massive legs rubbing against each other. It’s a wonder his package has any room at all to be as large as it is given the real estate taken up by his massive lower body. In no time at all the sweaty behemoth finds himself filling the small room with his musk which only heightens his heady delight.
His eyes cross as the few shreds of Liam that remained ingrained in his psyche through it all begin to give up the ghost. His balls pulse as the paltry aspects drain from his mind and every inch of him fully shifts to that of Elijah. Memories of countless hours spent underneath the bench press bar, tracking protein consumption, comparing his form with other massive titans. At the very same moment do loads begin to fly. Shooting high enough to grace the ceiling, his spunk stains the wall behind him like splatters on a canvas. His impossible changes took less than a minute but in his ecstasy he feels each and every one of Elijah’s memories soar to fill his mind.
Stumbling to his thick soled feet Elijah scratches his head as he tries to think how he’ll leave this store with nothing to cover his titanic form. The cogs of his mind turn slow enough that it seems like he can barely produce a thought at all. He grabs toilet paper to start to clean the mess made, but only ends up smearing it against the walls. Suddenly he laughs a dull guffaw as he remembers he lives nearby, just needs to run through the store and he’s home free. He’s sure the customers won’t mind seeing him in the buff, he thinks as he smirks at his peaking bicep.
His cock stirs again as he wonders when he got this pump in. Knowing he doesn’t have time for another session right now he covers his impressive package with his torn clothes and sprints through the lobby, the clerk doesn’t have time to finish his name before he’s exited the storefront and begun to sprint homewards. Pushing through any man who doesn’t quite move out of the way in time, Elijah hits himself in the head as he realizes he needs to apologize to his bro for stealing his coffee this morning. Just as soon does the thought fade with another slow witted guffaw. He’s sure Elijah won’t mind, he’d probably do the same even. After all, they’ve got a lot in common.
#male tf#mental change#masculinization#muscle tf#jockification#dumber#personality change#male transformation
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