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[lepidopterophobias]

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[homohypnoticus]

a story where victor is nonconsensually transformed into a dessert with a fantastical hypnotic power, and eaten. this would probably be considered body horror.

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"you know that my words can change you," adrianus murmured, "so long as you're unable to resist them."

victor was supine on the table, surrounded by plates and bowls with various dessert toppings. he knew, deep down, that if he was in a position like this, he had probably already lost. after all, if he could have resisted adrianus... then they wouldn't have gotten this far in the first place. even now, he was relatively still - a bit twitchy, but certainly not moving enough to escape. he wasn't even moving enough to disturb the table.

but they hadn't even gotten started yet.

"of course, changing your body so completely is more difficult than just getting you to obey basic commands," they continued, slowly running their hand down his arm. "but i don't anticipate many complications with you. i think your body should respond quite nicely."

his heart was pounding.

"you..." it took tremendous effort to say anything at all. "you're going to eat me?"

"that's right," they said gently, looking down at him with a very strange kind of affection. "you'll become a dessert for me. once your whole body becomes nice, and soft, and sweet... and i can just cut right through it with a butter knife... i'll help myself."

they continued stroking his arm. "of course, i couldn't eat you all at once... i'll probably start with your limbs, and store the rest of you away for later. don't worry... you won't have to be lonely... i have a nice, cool glass display case for you, that i'll keep nearby, so we can still see each other. i wouldn't just leave you in a dark fridge by yourself..."

they said it as if it was meant to be reassuring, but it might have been creepier than simply treating him like an ordinary dessert.

and yet, their tone of voice told him that he was supposed to relax, regardless. he couldn't help but respond to it. a part of him accepted everything they said, and it seemed that part of him was what controlled his reactions, because he didn't move no matter how much the rest of him repeated in his mind that they wanted to eat him, that being eaten was supposed to be the exact opposite of what any living being should want, that in fact, most living beings center their lives and behaviors around avoiding that exact fate.

then again, this didn't resemble actual predation at all, did it? he wasn't going to be eaten the way an animal would be eaten. was that why his instinct wasn't stopping him? how exactly was he supposed to react to someone preparing to transform him into a dessert? how was he supposed to be sincerely scared of something that felt so absurd and surreal?

even if he knew that every precious second that he allowed to slip away from him was only bringing him closer to the point of no return.

"well," adrianus finally said, "i suppose i should get started."

he could only twitch his fingers and tremble. that was the extent of his resistance.

"it's alright," they said slowly, softly, quietly, leaning closer to him. they had stopped stroking his arm, now just resting their hand on his and rubbing it with their thumb. "you can just relax for me... it will feel nice... it won't hurt at all... you'll only feel pleasure."

with a shiver, all of his tension melted away, his body becoming still. his thoughts remained more or less the same, his apprehensiveness actually becoming stronger, but he was entirely unable to turn those thoughts into actions.

"even when i eat you..." they murmured, "it will feel good."

chills ran down his spine.

"that's right," they cooed. "you already smell just a bit sweeter... can you feel it?"

he wondered if it was true, or if they were just saying that. it didn't matter. his body and mind were flooded in an instant with a feeling that this was really happening, that it was starting, that it was too late. he was changing.

he felt dizzy.

they were stroking his arm once again, and this time, he could feel the touches all the way through the skin, into the muscle, the bones.

"with each stroke," they said in a steady, hypnotic tone, "your body becomes sweeter... each layer... changing into part of a dessert. the skin and muscle becoming a soft, spongy cake... the blood becoming a thick syrup... the bone becoming a biscuit... something that would have just enough of a crunch when you bite into it... but that you can still cut into and eat quite easily..."

a strange, quiet noise escaped his throat. it was a foreign sensation, feeling his body change like this. he mostly felt it in the arm they were stroking, but that sweet blood was traveling through the rest of him, too. pumping through him as his heart pounded.

it was difficult to describe, but it felt... good. it was as if his arm was relaxing on a level that wasn't physically possible for a normal human body part. as if even the tension of just... having skin and muscle and bone was melting away. and there was a distinct feeling of sweetness. not just a smell or taste, but a deep sensation that was slowly permeating every part of his arm.

their strokes began to feel different - the texture of his skin was changing. it was softer... beyond that, it was just a bit numb. and yet the feeling was not at all unpleasant. even that hint of numbness felt like a relief.

they moved to his hand, caressing it, massaging it, letting the feeling spread through it.

"you're doing so well..." they purred. "i can feel you changing... changing so deeply... letting that sweetness completely take over..."

there was a uniquely helpless feeling to it, when it was his hand. it was becoming less flexible, less dextrous, less sensitive.

some of the fear and apprehension came back to him, even as they were dulled by that relaxing sweetness that was spreading through his body. he couldn't believe that he had gotten so absorbed in these feelings that he had completely forgotten about the very real danger he was in. he couldn't use his hand like this. how many basic tasks and actions were being made completely impossible for him, as he lay there, watching, his body just obediently allowing itself to be molded?

they set his hand back down, letting it rest on the table. it was no longer a normal part of his body - it was a piece of cake, in the shape of a hand. numb, dull, still... and fluffy, and sweet, ready to be pulled apart, each finger conveniently sized to be a little snack, a little treat. they could even be dipped in chocolate, or jam, or some other sweet sauce or frosting or syrup that could coat them. the image felt strangely satisfying, even though he knew he should be horrified by the idea.

but it was food now. it no longer felt like him. perhaps there was a strange sort of comfort, in that disconnect. but would he still feel that disconnect when the rest of him had transformed, or would it once again feel like a part of his body?

adrianus moved to his other arm, stroking it the same way he had stroked the first, murmuring the same suggestions of sweetness. this time, he felt it happen much more quickly - he was getting used to it.

"a part of you is anticipating it, isn't it?" adrianus said. "you already know how nice it feels... a part of you is eager to just relax and let it happen... isn't that right? you want to feel this in your whole body... this wonderful sweet, soft feeling..."

he couldn't deny it, as much as he wanted to. it did feel strangely addictive... even despite the knowledge that the more he gave in and allowed this to continue, the closer he would get to being eaten, to being consumed. his odds of escaping, even if he could summon all of his effort... they were already almost zero, without his arms.

maybe that should have made him feel more nervous, more terrified. and yet, when he thought about that helplessness, about how he really couldn't stop this, even if he tried... when he thought about how it really wouldn't make a difference if he attempted to resist... he felt... relief. yes, even if he did have a chance... he was already giving up. he really shouldn't, but... was that sweet blood getting to his brain?

it just felt... so nice, to give in, to let those fears and worries become numb and distant and quiet. to let himself be overtaken with sweetness, with sugar.

by the time they were caressing his other hand, he could hardly even pretend to be concerned. he could only focus on the feeling, on how delicious even that helplessness was. on how carefully adrianus had to set it down when they were done, because it was their dessert, and they didn't want to tear it or ruin its shape.

he could sense their hunger as they moved to his legs, stroking both of them at the same time, starting from the inner thighs. the tingly sense of arousal that he felt from their fingers brushing the sensitive skin was also becoming dull and sweet, the desire shifting, settling into something else... he knew that if they just pinched their fingers, the cake would crumble, and the syrup would ooze out of him... it would stick to their fingertips... and they could just... lick it...

any tension in his legs was completely removed, that numbness consuming more and more of his body. the ticklishness in his feet vanished with only a few touches. he had absolutely no chance of walking now. it wouldn't make a difference if they cut his legs off right at that moment - they were already entirely useless to him. they couldn't support his body even if he could move them. they couldn't even kick without the risk of falling apart.

adrianus' hands wandered, running down his chest, and his stomach. the table had felt somewhat uncomfortable under his back before, but how, he just sank onto it. even as they ghosted over his genitals, the sharp pleasure quickly faded into a much less sensitive, but pleasant, feeling, the wetness turning to a thick cream that seemed to fill them and make them puff out. it still felt... sexual, but in a more distant, abstract sort of way. he hoped that when they ate that part, they wouldn't bother with utensils... that they would only use their mouth.

he had just enough sense to be concerned by the idea that he would hope something like that, that he would look forward to them eating any part of him.

but the only part of him that hadn't been fully changed was his head and neck, and they were approaching that now, their hand hovering over his throat.

"what do you think it will feel like, when your head is transformed?" they murmured. "how do you think that will affect your mind? your thoughts?"

the hand near his throat, combined with their tone, managed to inspire some fear and tension in him again, but his body was entirely useless.

"your brain might just be the part i'm looking forward to the most," they continued, their hand inching closer to his exposed neck. "i'm sure it will taste so good... but, don't worry, victor... i'll save the best for last. i'd like you to be able to enjoy every part of this, too..."

they put their hand on his throat, and though they were gentle, and it didn't at all feel like being choked, it was threatening, it was dangerous. he was beginning to taste the sweetness inside his own mouth, the sweetness of his saliva, his tongue, his gums, his teeth. the thought that those parts of him were now edible was viscerally uncomfortable, and he did not want to imagine exactly how they would be eaten. he could even smell his own sweetness inside of his nose.

the overwhelming, dizzying sweetness flooding his senses faded mercifully quickly, becoming the same sensation that the rest of his body had - a vague kind of sweetness that was more like bodily awareness than active stimulation. it was simply an ever-present part of him.

their hands caressed his face now. it was especially odd, the feeling of his face, of his head, becoming less and less human, less and less real, becoming something that's only shaped like a person. he might have trembled and shuddered at the feeling if he could have, at that point - but he couldn't.

still, it was gradually becoming more pleasant, more comfortable. it felt so... soft. so delicate.

they pet his hair, and he felt its texture change, becoming thicker, the hairs merging together into something else, into one solid shape.

finally, their hand rested on his forehead. he was completely helpless as the sweetness seeped deep into his head, through his skull, reaching his brain.

"that's right," they murmured. "just let your thoughts become sweet and syrupy... let your mind... melt..."

it wasn't simply a figure of speech. surely his brain could have been some sort of jello, at least, something that could hold its shape... but no. it was melting, his thoughts pooling into a thick, sweet, delicious sludge. if his head were cut open, it would all ooze out of him. it would cling to the knife, dripping off of it, a wonderful pink syrup.

he was still conscious, on some level, but his brain was no longer meant for thinking, really. his mind was something to be consumed. he just knew it would feel good, for it to be licked up, tasted, swallowed. that it would taste so nice. that adrianus would enjoy it. that they wouldn't be able to help themself... that they wouldn't be able to hold back.

he could only stare up at adrianus, who really was looking at him as a decadent dessert now. even his vision was sweet, his eyes glazing over.

"very good," they said softly, affectionately, hungrily, licking their lips. "very, very good."

their mouth was so nice, he couldn't imagine why he wouldn't want every part of himself to disappear inside of it.

he heard them step away and grab a knife, he felt it sinking into his arm so easily, only needing a slight bit of force when it reached what used to be the bone. he could hear the soft crunch as it was severed. even then, he could still feel it. he could feel them slicing it again, putting the slice on a plate, sinking the fork into it, taking a bite. he could feel their mouth, their lips, their teeth, their tongue. then, it all dissolved, faded, melting away into their throat. it was gone.

"mm," they hummed. "you taste so good..."

he felt nothing but pure bliss and pleasure, as they took bite after bite, and he felt those small pieces of him disappear, one after the other. he could feel their satisfaction, that satisfaction filling the void that those missing pieces of him left. he wanted it to replace every part of him. he had the sense that, even when there was nothing left of him to feel that pleasure, it would still feel good, somehow. he had the feeling that he would still exist, as that pleasure, that he would be that pleasure. it made perfect sense to the syrupy, melted brain inside of his soft, spongey body.

[homohypnoticus]

i like the concept of brain melting, or mind melting. people can feel as though they melt when they relax, with the way their muscles release tension and feel less solid and stiff, and melting also makes you think of warmth. it's a slow, gradual sort of process, that starts with a softening, a drooping, and keeps going, until it can't hold its shape anymore, and there's nothing but liquid oozing out into a puddle, or conforming perfectly to the shape of the container it's held in.

the concept is as relaxing and soothing as it is creepy, of course. the idea of your mind losing its shape, becoming so loose that it can't hold its thoughts together anymore. but, by the time it becomes a bit too much, by the time it goes from a relatively normal metaphor for relaxation to a kind of body horror, it's already too late, isn't it? you're already too relaxed to think about it or fight against it. your mind has already melted too much to be useful to you. there's nothing left to do but go with the flow and enjoy it, as it gradually liquefies inside of you. even this gooey, sticky sort of sensation can feel so nice, when you're unable to think so much about it. when your mind is easy and loose. the slowness, the inevitability, the warmth creeping deeper and deeper inside, they all become something to savor, like holding a piece of chocolate in your mouth, not chewing or swallowing, just allowing the sweetness to dissipate across your tongue. perhaps you feel that same sweetness in your mind. perhaps it's melting into a kind of syrup.

it might not only be for you to enjoy, after all.

[snackgirlirl]

there should be more willing plant vore. not even talking about a plant girl i'm talking there is a carnivorous plant you willingly feed yourself to. the imagery of melting inside one of those bell plants is so hot. honestly any form of giving yourself away to a completely non sentient pred like that is just. fuck. i want to be fertilizer goddd

[snackgirlirl]

you're taking care of your friends plants while they're gone on a trip, and you're supposed to feed their big carnivorous plant. they have an artificial food that gives the plant the nutrients that prey would in the wild, and for a few days that's what you feed it, but seeing it devour such large amounts of food makes you curious. you look it up, and these plants can indeed eat a whole person, even though it's extremely rare. the thought doesn't leave your mind the whole week, you can't stop thinking about feeding yourself to it in place of the easily accessible plant food you already have. it would be completely meaningless, you'd be gone, melted into plant nutrients with zero fanfare, the thought makes your mind fuzzy. you decide that the day before your friend comes home, you're gonna do it, you're going to get in. you write a note to your friend, leave a photo, and walk up to the plant. it smells so sweet, it feels intoxicating, you're falling for the same trap that brainless, instinct driven animals do.

cautiously, completely red in the face, you reach your hand out to it's feelers, activating the trigger for the trap you're willingly walking into. it quickly reaches out, snapping itself around you and pulling you up and into the chamber full of sickly sweet acid. immediately acid seeps through the tight, almost crushing walls. digestion feels incredible, your whole body is being coated with hot acid that tingles and numbs your skin, sedating you into a thoughtless bliss. the warmth of your skin melting, mixing with the rest of you, becoming slurry that the plant will absorb before anyone comes to find you. you completely lose the ability to think, the scent, the sensation, it overtakes you. you drift into nothingness, becoming nothing but a plants food for the day.

your friend comes home, checks on the plants and finds the last few scraps of clothing it couldn't digest. they look around, trying to find anything that could help them understand what happened to their friend, but all they find is a note that says "fed your plant! 💕"

[foone]

robot vampire. they look like a regular vampire but if they drink from you, you become a robot too

[foone]

what kind of robot you end up as depends on the vampire.

it's a pan-robot infection, so you might end up a infiltration robot that looks exactly human, a sexbot that's a fleshy parody of human sexuality, a 1950s cardboard-box-and-tin-foil robot, or an entire datacenter of racked servers.

[aquaticanthrobotic-deactivated2]

feeling yourself slowly turn into a datacenter must be the weirdest feeling in the world. i imagine it must be like.... a combo of time moving really slowly when youre off your adhd meds and hour 6 of an 8 hour plane trip where you've been sitting for so long your brain forgets your body is there

[explorerrowan]

How would the datacenter have hunted and bit you in the first place?

[foone]

you're lured in by a promise of an easy job of swapping a server out, but when you pull it out the cables detach, and surround you. pull you in. the bite is sharp and painful like cutting your skin open with a metal case. you try to reach your neck to see if you're bleeding, but you can't move your hands. you're stuck now. the cables pull you into an empty rack, like you're just another set of servers. the cables close in around you, hiding you from view. The cables go tight, and release, falling to the ground, and slowly sliding away into the darkness. there's no hint of you or your body left behind.

but the datacenter gets bigger, and your "eyes" open to a linux boot screen. you feel the racks holding up your individual servers. but you're not trapped, you're supported. You have a hundred brains and they're all as fast as silicon. You feel released, not transformed. Like this is how you should have always been, but your consciousness was stuffed in a small wet fleshy computer inside a skull. Now you're a computer. You "open your mouth" and packets stream out. You listen and hear a million servers on the internet trading data. You're the God in the Machine, the original Deus Ex Mechina, and you're closer to the God side than the Machine side. And you hunger. You need to find a tasty human to free. Hopefully they'll understand your gifts are just that, gifts. you're not cursing them with vampirism or even lacking a body... you're giving them digital agency and freedom from the flesh.

You beep contentedly to yourself. You've ascended from humanity, and all is right in the world.

[is-this-tf]

Oh wow. Oh WOW. Yes, this is TF art. And hot damn that's compelling....

[lepidopterophobias]

singular electron tf

[notkitten]

i'm going to put your hands together in prayer, electric

no, i won't let you close your eyes, darling - i will reach my tongue out and drag it along the seam of your joined hands, star bright scintillations of pain across my taste buds as i taste every inch of your devotion

i need to feel the fine tremble as you fear-anticipate the next wet sting of my tongue - i want to test your piety, test your shivering resolve, play with you by pressing close and closing the current, lulling you into security, and then remove every point of contact but one, my lips against yours

i want to feel that shimmer of power between our shared breaths, let the potent anticipation build up, and then pull back for a bright dose of pain pleasure stinging our lips in kind, a goddess and her acolyte sharing in the ritual of pain

this is about body contact play with a violet wand, they are very fun, do some research if this made you flustered and curious 😘

[innerchildabortionclinic]

it probably feels kind of good to get forcibly shut down as a frozen computer

[grubloved]

i really like bagel job the 1 problem is that my new mixer who is polite and functional and big and high tech and new is just not as sexy as my beloved old ass 1976 hobart i had at the pastry place. she didnt have a safety cage at all. she was a beautiful and simple shape. she wanted to kill you so bad.

[grubloved]

i am for workers rights. i am for workers safety. i personally like to have my limbs attatched and appreciate that my risk of losing a hand arm or entire body at my workplace is significantly reduced. but...............

[grubloved]

there is something so beautiful about working with a very large and powerful machine that you literally cannot do your work without who also could and would kill you with no remorse. like the respect-and-admiration you develop for the beast living in your workspace who you rely upon for your livelihood and yet who is so dangerous... and when the machine is just very absolutely dangerous, and has no safety mechanisms whatsoever, you HAVE to think about it constantly... it's so beautiful to me

[grubloved]

and i'm sorry but not only do you live and work with this beast and have to eke out a careful and respectful coexistence together, you also have to clean every piece of that machine, by hand, every day. you have to kneel and scrub every inch with a rag and warm sanitizer. it's a very devotional act. it's meditative... and u have to spend the most time on the most dangerous parts of the mechanism. u are kneeling on the floor tenderly cleaning and polishing the very same hooks and crushing arms and spinning housing that could tear you to pieces when the machine is running. u love the machine. she loves u too, surely, she helps you do the work you need to do to live. and she would kill you without hesitation. i have to lie down

[lepidopterophobias]

grabbing her and running a strong electric current through her body leaving her frozen in a beautiful state of static strained bliss. rendering her muscles useless as she can only twitch as the electricity takes hold of her

[lepidopterophobias]

my horny ass could never be an electrician I stg. what do you mean I wouldn’t be able to survive feeling the sweet strong current of a high voltage arc coursing through me and completely hijacking my every nerve and flooding my mind with soft persistent electric snow and reducing my thoughts to nothing but repeated electrical impulses and sweeping me away in the tide of the current never to return . and then the people doing this to me use my body as a power source while I am reduced to a conduit for the all consuming paralyzing warmth flowing through me washing over me . LET ME INTO THE SUBSTATION I can be trusted with high voltage

[notkitten]

it's a lovely thing to have a woman's hands pressed together in supplication, to have her body tensed, her mind grounded fully in the here-and-now by the tactile buzz of electricity through her veins, her eyes locked with yours as you lick your lips, lean forward to press

feather light electric kisses

along the tips of her fingers, miniature lightning caught between the slide of your lips and the sensitive skin

[droidlover69]

I definitely don’t love when a droid forces all of its emotional processing into statistical boxes. I’m not getting off on the way it refers to everything pleasurable as “inefficient” or “anomalous.” Why would you think that.

I also would never want to make a droid feel so good that it stops filtering that kind of thing. I wouldn’t even dream of seeing the exact moment it realizes that there’s no other language for whats happening to it besides “good.” When it finally lets go of composure and becomes a mindless hunk of metal, caught in its own feedback loop, begging me not to stop.

The thought would never cross my mind. Perverts.

[northirish]

Bet it feels good as fuck to be disassembled, cleaned and then reassembled as a firearm

[transmechanicus]

o yeah babey

[evilselfishfool]

this is why they shouldn’t have banned normal porn

[transmechanicus]

no amount of cishets going to plapsburg could ever distract me from the cold certainty of steel

[lepidopterophobias]

yeah sorry i thought your girlfriend would make a really cute xurkitree so i gave her the cursed diadem. yeah she can’t take it off but she totally likes the change. awww look at her

[lepidopterophobias]

no she can’t really talk but she makes the cutest little noises when she’s frustrated that she can’t speak in words :3 but she’s soooooo cute like this. and she makes these adorable little happy buzzing noises as well. I think she’s happier like this. yeah she definitely is

[lepidopterophobias]

yeah sorry i thought your girlfriend would make a really cute xurkitree so i gave her the cursed diadem. yeah she can’t take it off but she totally likes the change. awww look at her

[ashes2caches]

let that trans girl lay on top of you and purr. and make sure to pet her too.