#new body

[autisticatshuna]

✦Eclipse is a J-Pop/K-Pop idol. ✦I MEAN FOR REAL- LIKE LOOK AT THE NEW DESIGN!? I did not know how he can get even more cute!! Mike need a hug. And i want Eclipse to hug Mike. He did so much these past days.

[fattenthefeeder]

Your old feeder bod is completely covered isn’t it? You couldn’t ever go back to the way you were could you?

It does feel like the feedee is consuming the feeder sometimes lol Mindlessly eating and feeling my brain rewire itself. Stuffing and gaining watching myself get bigger, wondering when will I be too far gone and fully committed to gaining.

[swapsrus]

Haunted Bathroom

(Hey all! This story was written for a dear friend of mine, he wanted to stay anonymous so I’ve cropped his face. But don’t let that stop you ogling his gorgeous body!🥵)

-SwapsRUs

The bathroom light buzzed when Jesse flexed for the mirror selfie, bicep popping under the fluorescent glow. His jeans hung low, Lonsdale boxer-briefs peeking over the belt, a silver watch glinting on his wrist. Carl, a 52-year-old divorcee who’d died alone in that same bathroom from a heart attack six months ago, floated into the room, watching the young man show off his body. Jesse felt it first as a twinge in his fingers, like static from the phone. Then a pull in his chest, as if his heart skipped. He dropped to one knee, gasping, the phone clattering into the sink.

“What the?…” His voice cracked.

Carl didn’t rush. He pushed, a middle-aged bulk of regret and hunger shoving against Jesse’s young will. Jesse’s body jerked, arms flailing as he fought back.

“No, get out, this is mine!”

Carl was relentless, a lifetime of unfulfilled cravings fueling the assault. Jesse’s left arm locked, flexing involuntarily; his right clawed at the air.

“Stop… fighting,” Jesse grunted through gritted teeth, but the words twisted into Carl’s gravelly timbre. His legs buckled, sending him sprawling against the tub. Visions flashed… Carl’s beer gut, his lonely nights, his envy of the young guys at the gym. Jesse pushed back hard, surging to his feet, but Carl clamped down on the nerves, forcing the body to freeze mid-step. Sweat poured down Jesse’s face as the struggle peaked, limbs twitching, chest heaving, like two drivers wrestling for the wheel. Finally, with a final, desperate shove, Carl won. Jesse’s eyes rolled back, then focused…older, sharper, ravenous.

Carl flexed Jesse’s bicep again, but this time it was different, savoring the hard peak under smooth skin.

“Goddamn, kid, you built this like a machine,” he rasped, voice thick with middle-aged lust. The young mans chest rose and fell with heavy breaths; Carl ran Jesse’s palms over it slow, tracing the defined pecs, thumbs circling the small nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. He pinched one, hard, feeling the jolt shoot straight to Jesse’s groin, a body so responsive it made Carl’s old memories feel like dust. “Haven’t felt sparks like this in thirty years,” he muttered, twisting until the flesh flushed red.

He unbuckled the belt with Jesse’s fingers, the leather creaking, and shoved the jeans down to mid-thigh. The Lonsdale briefs tented; Carl palmed the bulge, squeezing through the cotton, feeling the heat, the throb. “Look at you, all primed and ready.” He hooked a thumb under the waistband, tugged it down slow, letting Jesse’s cock spring free…thick, veined, already leaking.

Precum was beading at the tip, Carl smeared it down the shaft with Jesse’s thumb, circling the sensitive ridge until the hips bucked involuntarily. He stroked once, deliberate, then faster, building the rhythm like he was rediscovering fire.

Carl turned Jesse’s body sideways, studying the profile in the mirror: the cut of the abs, the V-line dipping into the briefs still tangled at the knees. He slid one palm up the inner thigh, feeling the muscle jump, then cupped Jesse’s balls, rolling them gently, weighing them like ripe fruit. “These are full,” he growled, voice dropping an octave. The other hand roamed the back, tracing the spine, down to the firm ass. He spread Jesse’s cheeks with both hands, exposing the tight ring to the cool air. A single finger traced the cleft, pressed, teased, feeling the clench. “Ohhh someone’s definitely not a virgin,” Carl chuckled, pushing in to the first knuckle, crooking it just right until Jesse’s body shuddered.

When he came, it was a flood, thick ropes spilling over Jesse’s fist and onto the tile. Carl watched it happen, savouring it, like a man tasting wine after decades of thirst. He wiped his hand on the towel, pulled the jeans back up, but left the belt unbuckled.

Carl walked Jesse’s body to the bedroom, laid him on the sheets, and studied the ceiling like a man planning his next adventure. “We’re gonna have fun, kid,” he said, voice satisfied. “All the fun I never had.”

[19silvermirrors]

✨ Of Shen Yuan growing himself a new body, and Liu Qingge guarding him throughout🌸🌝

[sfde8871]

Yes Doctor you did well, I think this new body will work out just fine…fine indeed 😈 1Day

Halloween’25

[shamelessdegeneratemonsterfvcker]

Nsfw thoughts:

If I wasn't human and could fully customize my character I'd get a cloaca with a bunch of tentacle dicks hiding inside, ovipositor and all. Maybe even incubate the eggs myself- fertilized or not.

I'd also get a tail and fangs cuz why not.

[raw-king]

Happy #monochromemonday

#mcm