#but i feel grotesquely overweight

[feeder86]

The Feeders’ Foreclosure

Scott perched himself against the doorframe, pumping his bicep and staring down at Macey with a flirtatious smile. He’d only agreed to an appointment with the physio so that he could have her hands running down his body, working his shoulders and back. All those oils being rubbed into his muscular body; she wouldn’t be able to resist climbing up onto that table with him. And she was so fucking hot, with those tits and pert, round butt, together with that tiny little waist. Scott’s mind raced with all of the dirty things he wanted to do with her. He listened to her speaking, imagining those pretty lips of hers sliding over his dick. He’d heard that she had been a gymnast before taking on physiotherapy and Scott had yet to come across a single girl with that sort of flexibility who wasn’t fucking awesome in bed.

“I heard about your brother getting signed up professionally,” Macey smiled, looking up at the big hunk of a football player. “You must be very proud.”

Scott nodded. When he’d first heard about his brother’s professional football contract, his immediate feelings had been of overwhelming jealousy. Now, however, he had come to realise that it was a pretty awesome way to pick up girls who might just have assumed him to be a simple dumb jock. If the brother had made it, why couldn’t he make it to the major football clubs too? “You heard about that, huh?” he smiled. “That’s going to be me too soon, you know? When they signed my brother up, they specifically said that they wanted to see me play as well. Sporting prowess is in our genes,” he boasted, filling his enormous chest with air. “Maybe you’d like to come for a drink with me this evening, while I’m still around…”

Macey smiled with a coy shyness that was most definitely an act. She knew how sexy she was and didn’t need validation. “Maybe…” she teased. “If you play your cards right…”

“I’ve never had a single complaint about how I play my cards…” Scott replied suggestively. “Say you’ll come for a drink with me,” he smiled.

Macey smiled, looking up at him with her big, expressive eyes. Then, slowly, she nodded.

Scott grinned. Now he was really looking forward to this massage! “Shall we get started then?” he smirked, already heading into one of the treatment rooms.

“You’re not with me today,” Macey replied, shaking her head. “They flew in some specialist to see to Matt and Nathan’s injuries, so he’s taking all the physio appointments today.”

“They flew in a specialist for Matt and Nathan?” Scott asked, horrified. Why the hell would they bother spending money on those two? He’d never understood why they were even on the team. Two grotesquely overweight guys, somehow keeping a spot warm on the bench each week. It was a fucking joke. Matt and Nathan couldn’t run for shit, let alone play a game of football.

Macey nodded, seeming to understand Scott’s thoughts exactly. “Don’t ask,” she chuckled. “I have no idea who makes these fucked-up decisions either. Apparently, the guy is very good though.  He’s a proper massage therapist. But he’s costing a fortune. So, coach is trying to get everyone to see him while they’re having to pay him.”

“Well, fuck that,” Scott shot back. “If it’s not you massaging my back today, I don’t want to be bothered…” he grinned, daring to reach out his arm and stroke Macey forearm flirtatiously. The girl smiled and gazed up at him with those large, beautiful eyes of hers, knowing just how horny she made him.

Scott felt a firm hand land on his shoulder from behind him. He turned, feeling unimpressed that someone had cock-blocked him just when he was making progress with Macey. However, the sight that greeted him made him forget almost everything. The man standing there was a physical masterpiece; tall, built and handsome, he must have been an absolute legend with the ladies. Scott had spent years building up his physique, so he could definitely respect how much work the guy had put into creating the perfectly toned and chiselled body that was clearly evident under his tight polo shirt. 

“I’m guessing you’re Scott?” the man asked, smiling broadly. “I believe you have an appointment with me right about now?”

Scott couldn’t quite describe the swirling bubble of emotions inside of him. He felt alert, intrigued, excited and terrified, all at the same time. His heart raced and his voice, when he finally spoke, showed signs of a slight quiver. “Yeah. Um… I think so. If you still have time?” he asked politely. 

“I’ve always got time,” the man smiled, holding out his hand and seeming to grace Scott with the entirety of his attention. “My name is Dax.”

Scott took the man’s hand; taken immediately by surprise at how firm and commanding a handshake the man gave. “Nice to meet you,” he offered shyly. He realised as he said the words just how much he meant them. Something about this guy had overwhelmed him. He felt like he had just met someone very important; possibly the most important person he would ever meet in his entire life.

“Are you ready to get started?” Dax asked, sending his arms out in the direction of the little physio room down the corridor.

“Yeah, sure,” Scott nodded, already starting to walk down. By the time he remembered about Macey, he was in the room. He glanced back in the seconds before the door was closed, but she was nowhere to be seen.

“Take a seat,” Dax suggested kindly, pointing to the massage table. “So, your coach tells me you’ve been experiencing some tightness in your shoulders after an injury last year?” Already his hands were out, exploring; those strong fingers working their way into Scott’s muscles for an initial assessment.

Scott sighed. Dax’s fingers felt like magic and he hadn’t even started yet. “Just a little,” he answered carelessly. He listened as Dax gave his initial impressions, before leaving in order for Scott to undress and get up on the table.

Standing up, Scott pulled off his shirt and pants, folding them neatly on the chair. Well accustomed to this sort of treatment, he pulled down his underwear, unsurprised but confused by the hardness that pounced out. His dick was hard; seriously hard; tingling with an excitement that he had never felt so extremely before. He’d been aroused when he was flirting with Macey, but not like this. Was it Dax? Another dude? Fuck! Was he getting hard over a dude? He slipped down onto the table, pulling his erection up so that Dax wouldn’t see it when he came back in. Then he reached behind him, awkwardly pulling the sheet over his lower half and then finally slipping his head into the small hole of the table. He lay there for what felt like minutes, wondering what Dax would think of his body. Would he think he was hot? Everyone else did. Six foot five and over two hundred and forty pounds of lean muscle. Why was the idea of Dax checking him out doing so much for him right now? He could feel the blood pumping even more ferociously to his groin and could hardly resist the urge to discreetly hump the table. 

Scott heard the door open and his heart fluttered greatly. He listened as it closed and could sense Dax as he walked around to get the oils he needed, watching his large feet as they came into view. 

“Don’t worry, buddy. We’ll sort you out in no time,” Dax offered cheerfully. “All you’ve got to do is just lie there and let me work my special way with you.”

Oily hands began roaming on Scott’s back. He felt their incredible strength and precision; masters at their art: more oil, more massaging and that sinking drift into relaxation. Scott had never felt so willing to let someone take control like this. He’d never been able to fully commit to the massage process like he did with Dax, right now. 

“You’ve clearly been working hard at the gym,” Dax commented in his soothing voice. “I’ve got big hands and even I’m struggling to work around these huge shoulders of yours,” he chuckled.

Scott’s dick tingled with delight. He could almost imagine that Dax was flirting with him, and the idea of that seemed almost too much to bear. 

“You seemed like you were pretty taken with the girl who works here. Macey, is it?” Dax asked.

“Oh… no,” Scott shot back. “She’s not really… not really my type,” he lied; knowing for certain that didn’t want to talk about Macey right now; a sudden urge to ensure that he didn’t seem in any way unavailable should the impossible happen and Dax try to flirt for real with him.

“So, what is your type then?” Dax asked. Perhaps he didn’t mean to sound so alluring, but the combination of the oils and touching, combined with that deep, smooth voice of his; Scott could feel his hardness starting to get sticky with arousal.

“Oh, you know…” Scott tried, attempting to seem noncommittal. “I don’t really have time to look for someone right now.”

“I understand that,” Dax agreed, working his hands down Scott’s back. “You’re a very busy boy. You need the right person to find you instead. Someone who can show you how to have a good time.”

“That’s exactly what I need…” Scott agreed as Dax’s fingers continued to send him into a deeper and deeper abyss of arousal.

“Life is about much more than just studying and working out in the gym. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Absolutely,” Scott breathed with a relaxing sigh. Right now, he didn’t want to ever move from right here, with Dax. “Saying that…” he began, suddenly feeling a spike of excitement as the idea of flirting back became all too much for Dax to ignore, “...you look like you work out even more than I do. Your arms are insane!”

“You need big strong arms to work all the knots out of strapping, pumped-up athletes like you,” Dax replied, by way of explanation for his incredible physique.

Scott jumped a little as he felt the sheet lower, exposing his butt.

“Relax,” Dax reminded him, taking a break to oil up his hands again. I can see you’ve got a little tension down here that I need to work on too.”

With that, Dax’s hands dove down onto one of Scott’s butt cheeks, working it with absolute precision. Scott could feel the strong fingers working smoothly over the surface, round and round, getting closer and closer to falling into his butt crack. The sensation was one of the most erotic he had ever experienced. He exhaled deeply until he caught himself moaning, loud and long. He closed his mouth, feeling slight embarrassment and wondering what on Earth Dax would be thinking of him. But as Dax carried on, now working the other butt cheek, Scott heard the moan of pleasure singing from his throat once more. This time, however, the keen groan was only stopped as a large bubble of gas seemed to manifest and rise up from his stomach, escaping effortlessly and noisily through his gaping mouth. The sensation startled him, and he jumped, mumbling an immediate apology to the beautiful man above him.

“Shh, just relax!” Dax simply reminded him, briefly rubbing his back before returning to work down on Scott’s glutes. “So, I hear you’ve got a brother who has just been picked up to play for the big leagues?” he asked in that ever calm and powerful voice of his.

Scott tried to respond as best he could, but his brain didn’t seem nearly sharp enough to hold a real conversation. He felt hot and watched as more than one bead of sweat rolled down his nose and pooled onto the floor below. It didn’t feel as easy to relax now. He still felt like there was gas in his stomach, finding it hard to escape. 

“I’ll make a point of stopping by your brother’s club,” Dax stated at last, having extracted as much information as he could from Scott’s sluggish brain. “I like collecting sets. I assume you’re both quite similar in appearance? Tall, big shoulders, bubble butt?”

Scott frowned. Bubble butt? No one had ever referred to his rear as a bubble butt before. The term hardly seemed fitting. In Scott’s mind, a bubble butt was something oversized, rounded and doughy. But as those indignant thoughts raced through his brain, he suddenly felt the flutter a little chub on his rear, almost as if Dax himself was playing with it.

“If I’m honest with you, Scott,” Dax suddenly began. “Your coach asked me to have a little word with you today about diet and exercise. You see…” he sighed, clearly gazing down at Scott’s naked glutes, “...people  have started to notice that you’re getting a little doughy back here.” 

With that, he gave Scott’s butt cheek a very deliberate and surprisingly rough jiggle with the palm of his hand. The feeling was unlike anything Scott had ever experienced before. Perhaps it was because his muscles had been so relaxed, but he could detect an almost rippling effect as his butt literally wobbled under such physical scrutiny. He rolled up onto his side, noticing how damp and sweaty his entire body had become under the layers of all those oils being rubbed into his skin. He looked across at Dax, noticing for the first time that the guy had been massaging him under thin, perfectly sculpted and form fitting black gloves. “What?” he asked in alarm. “Coach thinks I’m..?” He couldn’t even bring himself to say it. The idea was preposterous to say the least.

Dax’s eyes slipped directly to Scott’s crotch, where the raging, pulsing boner had suddenly been uncovered by the spontaneous shift. His eyebrow rose and a slick smirk spread across his face. “Well, hello there!” he teased.

Scoot immediately sank back down onto his front, feeling utterly mortified. “Sorry!” he mumbled. “It’s just the massage. It sort of…” he stuttered, trying his best to manifest some sort of excuse in his brain.

“Shh! Don’t worry about it,” Dax offered in his calm, smooth voice; despite the almost obvious hint that he wanted to laugh. “I just want you to relax. That’s all.”

Scott felt his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment, but still his hardness raged, hidden underneath him. He felt gas bubbling and he burped again, feeling like his body was betraying him in every single way.

“That’s it!” Dax encouraged him soothingly. “Let it all out and relax, Scott.”

Scott felt more oil being slapped on to his ass. He sensed it dribbling into his crack and pooling by his hole, which so desperately wanted to be caressed by Dax. The sheets underneath him were so sweaty and damp, he felt the expiration rolling down his back. The sense that he wasn’t quite in control of his body seemed to become more and more apparent to him. As Dax was telling him to relax, he felt like something was taking advantage of his inattention; like there was something he ought to be attending to. However, it was only when he felt his hips gyrating under him that he knew something was really off. There, in full view of Dax, he looked like he was physically humping the massage table for real. 

Scott felt Dax’s gloved hands fly off his butt as soon as the movement began. He squinted his eyes and concentrated, trying his best to make his body stop, but he started to believe that he may have lost control entirely, for the motion just could not be halted. He cringed. The whole thing felt like the most terrible nightmare. He wondered what Dax must be thinking. How horrified he must be at the sight of a guy, so turned on, that he was physically incapable of refraining from stimulating himself.

Whatever reaction Scott had been expecting, Dax’s delighted chuckle had not been it. “My, my, my!” the guy declared in unmistakable amusement. “What a horny little piggy we have here today!” He slipped his hand back down onto Scott’s butt and finally allowed his fingers to travel down into the crack. Scott felt a purposeful finger rub against his hole, applying the most delicious pressure that allowed the pooled massage oil to slip inside his body. He moaned in pleasure, but the speed of his hip movements only seemed to increase. “Come on!” Dax suddenly ordered, tapping his butt as if he wanted Scott to remove himself from the massage table. “Come on, get up! Up, up!” he demanded bossily.

Scott slid his sweaty knee up, followed by the other one, then slowly lifted his arms and picked up his head. He felt tired and defeated, despite the odd vibrations and movements in his body. All the while, Dax continued to tap his butt, demanding something of him that Scott barely felt capable of. Almost in a panic, he put his foot down and felt the floor below him. He followed with the second foot, surprised at how heavy and lethargic his body felt, but eventually found he was able to walk backwards, away from the table. He looked at Dax, seeking some sort of explanation for what could be happening right now.

Dax grinned and almost seemed to coo at him. “Awh!” he grinned in mock sympathy. He opened one of his gloved palms and poured some of his massage oil onto it. He stepped closer, gazing with a look of pure mischief at Scott’s body. “Poor, little Scotty boy!” he teased, rubbing the oil onto his hands better and then slapping them both down on Scott’s stomach. It was the feeling that caught Scott off guard more than anything else; the way Dax’s hands seemed to be absorbed by his body. They sank into the flesh like nothing he had ever experienced before, and as he looked down, Scott could see why. A small paunch had appeared around his middle. Fat had developed, filling up his sides and smothering his abs entirely. As his hips rocked, he could feel blubber bouncing on his rear and the strange sensation of a double chin forming as he tried to look down at himself.

“What are you doing?” Scott tried to mumble. Even to himself he didn’t sound very clear. Dax’s hands were rubbing all over his torso; painting it with the massage oil. He felt like his body was in the tight grip of something entirely inescapable. Even in his confused state, he could tell that whatever it was Dax was applying to his skin was causing all of this to happen.

“Shh!” Dax whispered, placing an oily finger over Scott’s lips. “Don’t spoil the show by trying to talk, little piggy!” He kissed Scott on the top of his nose; a kiss completely devoid of affection, but merely a display of his dominance. Nonetheless, Scott’s body relaxed further, as he felt a wave of love wash over him and, in doing so, any remaining control he had over himself seemed to be pushed further and further away from him.

Dax took a step back, pulling off his gloves and throwing them onto the floor. Then he removed his shirt and sat back against the side of the massage table that Scott had once been laid out on. He smirked in a way that showed he was fully aware of how outstandingly beautiful his body was. He chuckled to himself at the way Scott couldn’t help gazing at him; hopelessly in love. Then Dax started kissing his large biceps and posing for the horny young athlete as his hips shook and the transformation of his body continued. Whatever was happening no longer needed Dax’s monitoring and stimulation. The man looked ready to simply enjoy the miracle of what he had begun.

Scott felt like his face was falling backwards. Even as he felt an alarming jiggle beginning to overcome his chest, it was the sensation of the fat filling his neck and puffing up his cheeks that he was most aware of. 

“Just look at you!” Dax marvelled, in awe of his own genius. “Can you feel it?” he asked triumphantly. “Can you feel that fat little belly pushing out?”

It was hard for Scott to keep a focus on anything, but as he looked down, he could see the most shocking of bellies. He knew how aroused he was still, he could feel the ache of his concrete erection, and yet there was no sight of it below his newly built gut.

“I’m going to get every single one of you!” Dax declared. “All of your little pumped-up, arrogant football friends are going to feel what you’re experiencing right now.” He reached out to pick up the empty clothes Scott had neatly set out of the chair. He held in his hands Scott’s boxer shorts and he cooed as if he was holding up the most adorably tiny baby clothes. “Designer underwear!” he laughed. “Of course!” he mocked. “Such a shame you got so fat! You football boys always respond so well. I can already see that you’re going to be a whopper of a fatty!”

The sudden surge of growth in Scott’s stomach made him wince. There was a stretch, like his skin couldn’t keep up with the rapid expansion, and he moaned aloud. His gut felt like a lead weight and it was all he could do to stay upright and resist the urge to hunch over.

“And when I’m done here, I’m going to find your brother and do this to him too. Then I’ll take down the whole of his team. Your parents will have two, disgusting, grotesque fat boys for sons!” Dax declared. “I made a promise. A deal that I wouldn’t leave a single one of you repulsive boys out.”

Scott could barely hear a word that was being said. His hips were shaking with an almost ferocious force and he could feel his arms being pushed outwards as fat spread under his triceps and filled his chest. He could feel a mass starting to press down on his own erection but could barely comprehend that it was the blubbery and sweaty fat that was filling his groin. He simply watched Dax’s eyes dance with maniacal delight. The violence of his rocking body left him unable to think of anything else. All that oil on his skin had been built, layer by layer, sinking into his body until the power of it now gripped him completely, shaking him like a puny twig in the most brutal fashion; as if he had been horrifically overdosed by whatever power it was that was taking him in the most extreme way possible. Yet, all the while, Dax just sat, perched against the massage table, laughing with a wicked thrill.

Not long afterwards, the lights went out.

Scott seemed to get a sense of his surroundings. His breathing was calm and his heart was beating with a slow, relaxed pace. He found himself sat in the same waiting room he had been in earlier. He looked around and nearly wobbled off his chair, so much of his rear end seemed to be hanging over it. He body felt so alien, yet he knew it wasn’t. His enormous chest heaved and he found his hand naturally sat on a shelf of belly fat underneath it. His legs were spread wide and there was a cooler breeze under his tummy. He reached under and realised that the shirt he was wearing was about six inches short of covering his torso. The skin was so soft under there, almost fluffy. His whole body rippled with a surprisingly erotic wave as his finger stroked across the flesh. 

Scott’s nose twitched. Had he been exercising? He raised his arm, not quite realising how much strength it would take, and tried to press his nose somewhere between his blubbery chest and enormous, puffy arms. The sweaty smell was coming from him. But, as he lowered his raised arm, he realised that there was something clutched in his left hand. A sugary, round little doughnut was sitting in his large hands, pinched by thick, sausage-like fingers. He felt his mouth fill with saliva as he stared at the glistening surface and smelt the sweet scent of it. He couldn’t remember having eaten many of these in his time, but he knew he had a big appetite. How else could he have grown to such enormous proportions over the years? He pressed it to his lips and took a bite; sighing with happiness as the delicious tastes melted onto his tongue. 

Macey slipped around the corner and caught sight of him. Her face didn’t fill with brightness as it usually did. She seemed in something of a bad mood and her eyes fell straight to the doughnut in Scott’s hand. WIth a thrill of excitement, Scott remembered that she had agreed to go for a drink with him. Was that why he was still sat here? He tried to call out to her, but she just carried on walking like she hadn’t heard. Had she changed her mind? He’d never known her to be so… well, it was almost rude.

A large, muscular man strutted in next. Scott smiled, recognising his team mate, Pete; one of his best buddies, especially when it came to nights out. 

“Pete! My man!” he called out chirpily. He might have got up to give him a fist pump, but for whatever reason, Scott didn’t seem too confident to get up right now.

Pete glanced at him and huffed, like he too was in a bad mood. He sat down and spread his thick, muscular legs wide, glancing around like he wasn’t really in the mood to chat. 

Scott stared at his friend. In his mind, he had always assumed them both to be fairly similar. But as he looked at Pete now, with his strong, built chest and flat, strong stomach, he realised that there was actually an entire world of difference. “You okay?” Scott asked, wondering why everyone was so quiet with him today.

“I’m fine,” Pete snapped back. “I just don’t have time for this shit. You know we can’t have our summer social this year because they had to pay for this massage therapist to be flown in for you guys? I have no idea why you, Matt and Nathan are even on the team; you can’t run for shit! Why the fuck they want to spend this sort of cash on you is beyond me!”

Scott opened his mouth to protest, then stopped himself. It was true that the three of them, being the largest and most overweight on the team, had been the priority for the treatment. “At least you get a free massage out of it,” he tried.

“Hey, Macey!” Pete suddenly chirped, seeing the fit girl coming by again. It was like someone had pushed a coin into a slot machine, and Pete had burst into life. Watching on, Scott could see that Macey was exactly the same. Their bad moods seemed to have disappeared entirely. Pete was into her, Scott could tell. A little green monster of jealousy wriggled inside of him. Pete was so fit and athletic; so different to the almost five hundred pounds of complete obesity Scott was these days. He nibbled at the last bits of his doughnut as he saw Pete shamelessly checking out the girl’s sweet ass as she she walked away, swooning and biting his bottom lip in appreciation.

“Macey and I are going out for a drink together later,” Scott stated defensively, wanting to assert some sort of dominance.

Pete laughed, stopping only when he realised that Scott wasn’t kidding. “You’re making that up,” he sighed dismissively. “There’s no way a girl like Macey would ever…” His eyes roamed over Scott’s enormous stomach as the man pressed the remaining crumbs that had landed his oversized chest and belly shelf, back into his greedy mouth. “Fuck, man! Don’t you ever stop?” Pete growled in genuine annoyance.

Scott looked at him, shocked by the sudden outburst.

“You’re a fucking embarrassment!” he yelled. “Isn’t it enough that we have to watch you trying to waddle around on the pitch?”

“What’s your problem with me?” Scott asked, matching Pete’s sudden aggression.

“It’s just you!” Pete growled. “Look at the fucking state of you!”

“I thought we were buddies?” Scott asked.

“Why? What the fuck do I have in common with YOU?” he spat, like the idea of them being friends insulted him somehow. “Just quit the team and do us all a favour,” Pete finally declared, standing up like he was about to storm off.

“I hope I’m not interrupting?” came a polite, masculine voice from the side. 

Pete turned and all of the anger in his face suddenly disappeared. “Um, no,” he mumbled, obviously a little embarrassed by his behaviour. He seemed star-stuck.

“I’m guessing you’re my next appointment? Peter?”

“Call me, Pete,” the athlete offered kindly, racing forward to shake the massage therapist’s hand.

“That’s a nice, firm handshake you’ve got there!” Dax smiled flirtatiously. “I think you and I are going to get along very well…”

Pete’s eyes sparked with delight. Scott felt like there was something he needed to say; something that was sat, waiting on the tip of his tongue. All the lust he felt for Dax came flooding into him. Yet, the memories of Dax and what had happened in that room were completely gone.

“Why don’t you go and get undressed and wait for me on the massage table?” Dax offered kindly, pointing a little way down the corridor. “I’ll join you in a second.”

Pete looked completely smitten as he nodded his head and began walking down the corridor. Now it was his turn to have his ass checked out like a piece of meat. Dax turned his head to the side and sucked in the air through his teeth in appreciation of it. Then he turned, looking straight at Scott with the most devilish of grins. He puckered his lips and kissed the air multiple times in an almost mocking taunt, before he turned back again, following his next client into the room.

[silenthillbunni]

it's easy for other ppl to say that i should love my body. to think i should love my body. to judge me for being 'weak' or 'shallow' or whatever for not loving it. but they dont get it, bc they havent had to live with my body. how and why could i love it when i've mainly received insults nd ridicule for it? boys in my class used to joke abt my clothing size, my own friends talked behind my back and said things like yeahhh it was her who ate the entire bag of candy haha (even if i have an issue eating infront of other ppl. so i never even participate in eating or drinking anything w others. only some water but even that is difficult to do in front of others). my relatives judged me, nd i always had whatever was on my plate criticized by ppl around me. strangers in the store have side eyed me nd talked openly abt what items i bought and that i should be eating 'healthy'. my body has been judged and criticized wherever i've gone or have done. ppl stared, openly talked to eo abt how i should exercise or do this or that. ppl generally treat u worse and are rude to u if you're even slightly overweight. my shoulders are broad, my hips are narrow, i feel like everything is sagging. i have stretchmarks almost everywhere. i've lost weight bc of health issues but i still have back rolls in some angles. i still have fat armpits???? my body is just droopy and gross and i feel nauseous whenever i have to look at it. i love clothes but it's never fun bc nothing is flattering on me bc my body is so grotesque. my stomach is like dough. my arms r flabby. nd im pretty sure theres smth wrong w my body circulation bc like my legs are reddish while the rest of my body is my normal skin color. also.. ketasoris pilatoris (however tf thats spelled idc). anyway my body rlly is a horror show and i dont know. it's hard to "love" it or be fine w it bc i havent existed next to someone with it in it's natural state and not been scrutinized. (im lucky tho that my mom has never criticized my appearance or anything bc from my understanding it's smth many ppl have experienced). i mean sure when i've worn shorts in summer she's joked abt my legs been hairier than a man's but... not more than that. idk. it's just frustrating to be so judged for it. yes. i have a very complicated relationship w my body and appearance. im sorry if its annoying to u lmao? idk what to say. why would it be easy for me to exist unapologetically in my body? i can accept myself all i want, but if i cant feel that from others what will it matter? even if i often feel it, im not an island. im dependent on other ppl's input. it's just frustrating when ppl act like it should be easy or that i am weak or stupid for hating the way i look. it hurts to not ever receive a little bit of sympathy or compassion. no. im just stupid and weak and annoying!!!!! well. whatever. i dont care. at least the ground will accept my body wholly and completely when it eats me and i'll nourish the earth. worms and insects will accept me exactly as i am. it will all be absolutely unimportant to them. they wont even care abt whatever feelings i have abt it. theyre completely apathetic to all of it.

[strange-allure]

i’ve never mastered social integration. it wasn’t until i graduated, lost weight, and got deemed desirable that i semi-evaded my inherent tendency towards isolation and exclusion. growing up, along side my social ineptness, i was poor and overweight. a combination that in adolescence, assures the role of outcast and wallflower. despite typical assumption though, i was relatively unbothered by my peer’s rejection. my own company kept me content, lost in my over active imagination and niche interests. i enjoyed my time spent on my own. i didn’t escape loneliness and pervasive feelings of “othered-ness” completely, but they never overshadowed the joy of immersing myself in my own little curated world. even as i grew older and secured a friend or two, there was always an underlying feeling of separation between me and the other kids. existing on the outside of group dynamics and social circles was my normal. when graduation came, i had developed an eating disorder and coke habit which resulted in rapid and extreme weight loss. no longer was i fat or grotesque. i had attained a level of thinness my body could never healthily achieve, surpassing my own limitations with my strict intake and upper drugs. despite this internal destruction and self induced sickness, my new BMI sparked outside attention. this fragile frame was adored, lusted after, and celebrated- for the first time, i understood what it was to be beautiful and wanted. once i was deemed fuckable, all “offbeat” characteristics that previously invited judgement and mockery were overlooked or written off. my strangeness was now perceived with intrigue and mystique, though the only thing that changed was my weight. strange thin girls are quirky and endearing, awkward fat girls are weird and uncomfortable. for awhile, this stint being the closest thing i’ve experienced to “popularity”, knowing i was perceived fondly and that i was wanted by those around me mimicked some indescribable euphoria and sense of achievement. this unexpected and accidental climb of the social ladder had shown me what it felt like to be welcomed by the collective, to fit in. i had never felt like i was missing something before because i was, and always had been, a loner. so when i started to falter in my restriction and my drug use became increasingly destructive, these things that were originally a catalyst into social acceptance became the primary source of my self imposed confinement. present day, im trying to find ways to abandon such limiting anxieties. im once again my kid self, with all my awkwardness and conversational ineptitude. i’m here, emerging from a period of intense and persistent depression and self destruction, and have found my friendships are now more forced. my quirks and poor dialogue are sources of annoyance for them. the more aware i become that i am causing those feelings, and my increasing fixation on resolving them, the quicker whats left of our bond deteriorates. i don’t seem to really have anyone who enjoys this version of me. there’s no expectation that they should’ve, im not who they met and befriended just a few years ago. i do have some residual sadness over the progression of these friendships, i wish things could be what they used to.

[transmanconfessions]

Body dysphoria should not be limited to gender only

For as long as I remember, my body never felt suitable for me. I hate looking at big mirrors that reflect my entire body, and I hate seeing photos of myself. I always see an ugly stranger that doesn’t represent my true identity.

My identity troubled me from early childhood. I always enjoyed boys’ activities and disliked girly ones. I was the best in my class at maths, physics, and technical drawing. When girls came to me crying and begging me to make preliminary sketches for them, I thought they just pretended not to understand such obvious designs to look more feminine. However, I was terrible at applying makeup, at female-oriented exercises, and I could not draw anything pretty except for geometric shapes, mountains, and sailboats. But, my gender never was and still is not the only part wrong with me as a person. My entire body is the problem. My body parts are wrong shapes, body proportions are all wrong, and short legs are why so many people mistreat me. Not only do people often confuse me with overweight boys when they don’t see my face, but sometimes store associates even explain to me that their stores don’t have clothes that could fit me and recommend me to shop in the children’s departments.

Until recently, I didn’t recognize the seriousness of my problem and was not aware of the solution to solve it. The help came from success stories of transgender athletes and a growing number of public school teachers identifying as genderless persons. Researching their stories online, I found the language that was finally able to describe the terrible feelings I have been feeling my entire life. I was finally able to read about other people who had the very same problems with themselves that I have with myself. These stories and the people behind these stories helped me realize that when the body doesn’t fit a person’s identity, they are able to change their bodies to match their identities.

I understand that in current times, the imaginary of changing the entire body sounds like either a grotesque comedy or utopian fiction. But, times change. Now, unlike just a few years ago, male pregnancy is a widely recognized norm, rejected only by transphobic cis white men who proudly claim anyone not fitting into forceful traditional gender roles as a spit in the face.

I did my research and found out that the latest scientific studies demonstrate that body-reshaping surgeries (currently limited to sex-reassessment ones) provide satisfaction and great improvements in self-esteem to the majority of individuals who have undergone these studies. These studies and the LGBTQ community’s support of gender transitioners got me to realize that body reshaping surgery is the only hope for me and many people like me who are disgusted with their bodies. Gender transitioners showed me that these surgeries could help so many people beyond only gender corrective surgeries. I learned from people struggling with gender dysphoria that I didn’t choose my identity, that I could never be happy with myself unless I changed my body to reflect my true self.

I want to share my story because I believe it’s time to recognize that body dysphoria should not be limited to gender only. People don’t choose their bodies, but every person deserves to have a body that fits their true selves.

[agentnico]

The Whale (2022) Review

So I recently rewatched Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. And now that I’ve seen it I can’t unsee it - the mayor in that movie, once he gains all that weight from eating all that junk food that’s falling from the sky, looks exactly like Brendan Fraser in The Whale. I don’t just mean the weight, though that too. I mean, the hairstyle, the eyes and everything. It’s uncanny.

Plot: In a town in Idaho, Charlie, a reclusive and unhealthy English teacher, hides out in his flat and eats his way to death. He is desperate to reconnect with his teenage daughter for a last chance at redemption.

You always get that one movie every year where all the critics are raving about this one great performance from an actor that is a shoehorn in for an Oscars win, and then you yourself go see the film and you realise it’s overrated. The Whale is not that. Brendan Fraser needs that Oscar. Let alone the guy has been crapped on by Hollywood and this is one hell of a comeback, but also his performance in this movie is unlike anything you have seen from him before, nor is it something every actor can pull off. There is so much emotion that Fraser delivers in his expressions and within his eyes, so much so that every time the camera is on him you can tell exactly what he is thinking, you sympathise and feel sorrow for him, and overall he is incredible in this movie. If there is ever a movie to watch just for an actor’s performance, The Whale is that. Also, for those worrying that The Whale will just make you depressed for 2 hours....I mean, yah, that is what it does, however it does it in style! No? Not good enough for ya? Okay, go watch Puss in Boots instead ya losers!! That being said, Puss in Boots: The Last Wish is a surprisingly awesome animated sequel so if you choose to see that instead I can’t really judge. 

The Whale comes to us from director Darren Aronofsky, and that is both a pro a kind of a detriment to the movie. The positive is that he’s able to get the best performances out of his actors, and he manages to get a few interesting shots whilst only using one location, since the movie plays out more like an on-stage play, with all the events transpiring in Charlie’s flat, or the balcony out the front door. However the downside is that this is typical Aronofsky in that the movie can be very grotesque, so much so that it may overshadow the main message of the movie. From the very first moment when we’re introduced to Fraser’s Charlie, we find him all sweaty whilst masturbating profusely, followed by a heart attack after he climaxes. It’s as if Aronofsky wants you to think how disgusting this guy is. However then Fraser straight away portrays the character with such tenderness and empathy, that it seems like the director and the actor both have different motivations. Aronofsky, evidently is more focused on the journey of transforming an ugly individual into something beautiful at the end, whilst Fraser from the beginning sets out to show that this guy Charlie has something good and earnest in him right away. Personally I prefer Brendan Fraser’s approach, as we don’t need to see Charlie be shown so negatively. The enjoyment comes from seeing him in his happy moments and fix things he might have broken previously, however he’s already at his lowest. We don’t want to see him suffer anymore, we just want to see him actually succeed in something or at the very least find a glimmer of light in the midst of all the darkness. And also all the backstory of Charlie’s actions are discussed amongst the characters’ dialogues, so there’s no reason to make him now physically repulsive too. Especially since the movie’s main intention is to show that overweight people have more to them than just their physical layers. Anyway, my point is that Aronofsky’s fondness for the grotesque sometimes downplayed the film’s overall narrative message. Again though, Fraser manages to make Charlie so damn likeable that no matter how much greasy chicken he stuffs in his mouth, he’s still super adorable.

Besides Brendan the other cast members are all on form here. Hong Chau plays Charlie’s nurse and best friend, and seemingly the only truly honest character who doesn’t have a single bad thought, and she was really good. It was nice seeing someone good in Charlie’s life, who otherwise is only surrounded by constant negativity. Sadie Sink off Stranger Things fame does well in her part as Charlie’s daughter, and again as a child actor shows humongous talent, however he character does come off a bit over the top. She’s the typical moody teen who feels abandoned by her parent, however this character is so unpleasant and Aronofsky goes out of his way to show her as this despicable entity, that it makes it really hard to believe Charlie whenever he showers her with compliments about how brilliant and amazing she is. Samantha Morton also shows up in quick cameo appearance and manages to nearly steal the entire show from everyone. 

Being that this movie is set in only one location, a lot of the emotion comes from the musical score that is used to amplify the more dramatical moments. And the music is fine. Rob Simonsen embraces empathy in his notes well, however I was very much reminded a lot of film composer Johann Johannsson who passed away a few years back, as I feel like he would have really done justice to this movie and would have wrote a musical accompaniment that really stuck out.

The Whale is the type of movie that truly rests on it’s main actor’s shoulders. But my gosh is that central performance so good, and I really hope it brings Brendan Fraser properly back to our screens, as he has now shown that he has grown more and is able to provide such nuanced and heavyweight acting roles. Let the Brenaissance commence! And give that man an Oscar already! 

Overall score: 8/10

#the whale #a24 #darren aronofsky #brendan fraser #the whale review #2022 #2022 in film #2022 films #movie #film #movie reviews #film reviews #drama #hong chau #sadie sink #samantha morton #ty simpkins #samuel d hunter #obesity #congestive heart failure #Oscars #cinema #rob simonsen

[thezfc]

Z-D is also fatphobic and misogynistic. She used to call Hailey Bieber and other women "talentless gold digger wives" on her old blog and claim they only got famous because of their husbands. And let's also not forget the countless times she said Tom would never date a fat women because he wants a gf who takes care of her body. //

This whole topic makes me so sad. I am so tired of overweight women being trolled, vilified, cast as the butt of jokes, considered to be the last resort/safety net for the most desperate and gross people who would otherwise face the prospect of remaining perpetual virgins. It’s so demoralising that there’s a constant narrative being spun that somehow being fat is the worst thing a woman can be. The message always seems to be that fat women are undesirable, less worthy of respect and success, less deserving of happiness and love. All of this is part of the relentless scrutiny on women’s bodies and the associated notion that our aesthetics define our worth.

I hope I don’t really need to explain this or provide excuses for myself but it isn’t even as straightforward that being overweight is down to be lazy and useless. Surely most of us recognise life is more complex than that, individuals are more nuanced. Personally, I have PCOS which makes it harder to shift weight and I put on most of my weight after I was raped. Depression, a lack of self worth, self hatred and self flagellation, a desire not to be desired… so many factors drove my weight gain following that incident. Of course I could eat less and exercise more but when you stop caring about yourself that becomes a whole lot harder. And I can attest to the reality that having carried that additional weight (both physical and emotional) now for most of my adult life, it is as though I became invisible and less worthy of acknowledgement. The bigger you get the less visible you become. The less visible you become, the harder it becomes to validate and fight for yourself. And please, I am not suggesting for a moment that there needs to be some traumatic reason to justify weight gain. I am simply saying everyone is different and it is impossible to know what circumstances, experiences, feelings, environments, decisions etc shape someone over time.

It’s then adding insult to injury when people claiming to be feminist / inclusive / progressive instead go ahead in devaluing and dismissing others based on these superficial observations when it suits them. ZD seem to pick and choose when they support women, just like TS appears to be pretty selective in when she wants to champion women. Even the term “gold digger” imo is deeply misogynistic- it is never used to describe men, likely because it is never considered an issue for the man (in a traditional relationship) to have greater means and agency than a woman - in fact, arguably that is the set up people seem most comfortable with. And if they are going to adopt this sexist language why is it inconsistently applied? Why is one woman a gold digger and another deemed to be the one true love and soulmate when marrying a more wealthy and successful man? This grotesque behaviour of cherry picking values persists everywhere it seems and (whilst of course we all have biases to overcome and we will all be less than perfect) the outright hypocrisy of deploying feminism only when it serves their own agenda really sticks in my gullet. Actual real values are not interchangeable based on convenience.

I’m sorry for what you’ve gone through, and I implore you to not take what strangers say on the Internet personally. Yes it’s terrible that we drag each other down for certain physical attributes yada yada yada but that’s not gonna change - the only thing you can change is the way that you react to it, which should be not at all. Don’t allow what strangers say the other strangers that you think could also apply to you have an affect on your feelings about yourself!

[undyinglantern]

eds are so insidious like the whole week that encompassed applying to the movie theater to instantly getting an interview request to being hired on the spot at the interview to the 2 days of working before I quit— all of that was so stressful that I basically lost all my appetite (on top of my typical very little I already usually eat) and was so quickly losing weight; my ribs were more visible than they’d been in a long time and the jeans that fit me tight (dig into my stomach even when standing) were fitting me just fine. Now I’m back to my usual weight and like objectively factually I know I am and have basically always been skinny, but the jeans I put on today were back to being uncomfortable tight that I took them off early and now I’m back to feeling grotesque and overweight

#said while having belvita with my coffee while full of guilt but who am I if not my cup of coffee and little snack #but god do I hate everything about this and I can only yell about it in my mind #personal

[realhankmccoy]

Q: Hank, do you think Taylor Swift is gay

A: No, have you ever met a gay person with that much 'at ease in the world' that much self-confidence and self-esteem? I can't believe anyone would even consider that just on a pure common sense perspective, I mean what you see in people or should be able to see in them if you're paying attention. This isn't all a game... LGBT social oppression has a lot, a lot a lot a lot, of damaging effects upon people and there's few exceptions to that. Even in the success stories, like Billie Eilish, there's obviously something different going on with how obviously comfortable or uncomfortable in the world they are.

I honestly think it's sort of fun that Contrapoints said she's convinced Taylor is gay... i think that's probably just sort of causing trouble in a way with a rumour that she's not disclosing the evidence involved in, a rumour that's sort of pro-homosexuality and anti-Taylor at the same time.

But i mean, aside from that, which is a different thing than what I want to talk about here... no i think what's going on is that there's a lot of people out there who want Taylor Swift to be gay for all the wrong reasons.

I think it's because all the gay people we currently have just aren't 'good enough' for them so they want to project homosexuality upon 'princess castle Barbie' or... i forget my friend Jenn's term for Taylor but it's kinda like that, I think.

I think it's all like EWWWW NONE OF THESE LESBIANS GOOD ENOUGH SO WOULDNT IT BE NICE IF TAYLOR WAS

I think that's exactly what's going on -- I think that's why folks drop a grand minimum to see Taylor and buy the same albums multiple times with the shitty rerecordings instead of anything by an actual lesbian, present or past --

I've been saying all the Boomers want their hands on a blue ribbon pig

and Taylor is deffo a blue ribbon pig if there ever was one (Musk is another... depending on the Boomer, they'll pork out that cash for various kinds of pigs just like at the state fair right)

So i mean if only if only the BLUE RIBBON PIG WERE A LESBIAN while we're ignoring discussing about actual lesbians in the conversation

since these millennials seem to think nothing is ever good enough for them either

and i as a millennial have a real problem with that

get your fucking BUNS on a greyhound to Columbus Ohio, hon

it's Columbus, that's maybe the sweetest treat as far as midwestern major cities go and if you can't even ride the Hound to Columbus jesus fucking christ

the Bourgeois Monster has eaten ya

don't be flying on any goddamn plane in your fursuit anywhere

we've done enough of that

you kids need to be enjoying some grit and Columbus is grimy and choady enough even as the sweetest midwest major

book a bus to Mexico

go somewhere, do something make something happen something not necessarily ONLINE

and spend your money on your friends and on lesbians

instead of Taylor who has such a grotesque amount of money that to give her more is practically evil

like if you walked past little Orphan Annie who was outside at night and gave all your money to Warbucks cuz WARBUCKS IS THE BEST!!!! THE BEST THERE EVER WAAAAAS MONEYMON!

just go to Columbus, mmkurr i know Mexico is too much of a stretch for you kids even though it shouldn't be

jesus fucking christ how many Boomers partied in Tiajuana which is not the same thing at all as what it's now like to do an all-inclusive in Cancun

ugh! bourgeois lifestyles are putting america into an early grave only 12% of the country is now not overweight, obese or severely obese, and i'm not fat-shaming but do you just want to be a pod person plugged into the Matrix with your YouTube and TV and Video Game flickering on the screen prob not right?

maybe some part of you feels like life is passing you by? Life is something you didn't get a real taste of, not really?

i'm glad to help you do something about it

i got a bit of sparks even at my advanced age

#contrapoints #taylor swift #columbus #ohio #greyhound

[monstermaster13]

Nathan’s Aykroydian Nightmare.

NOTE: This is a parody of those weight gain stories or stories where someone becomes a grotesque slob or overweight character (or tries to fetishize overweight characters in general) and is a dark AU in which the Were-Aykroyd who created the lead is a horrible person.

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Nathan wasn’t like other people, he was a scientist who studied monsters but also had a condition that turned him into a Were-Aykroyd, the past few nightmares he had problems with his transformation and was either looking for a way to fix it or a way to cure it entirely.

So one evening he looked up the original were-aykroyd to see if he could find some answers to his problem, and he was able to find that were-aykroyd’s address, and he went to bed an hour an hour later, the next morning he got up, had breakfast and went to work before paying a visit to the one who did it to him in the first place.

He arrived at the house of said were-aykroyd and knocked on the door, to get a reply.  ‘Hmmm...this is the place. I wonder if the original were-aykroyd is there.’  ‘Who is there?’  ‘It’s me. Nathan, the one you meant a long while back and gave these powers to.’  ‘Did you have an appointment?’ ‘Yes, I wish to speak to the one who cursed me.’

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Nathan.”

“Are you...Nathan, by any chance?”

“Yes, I am looking for whoever turned me into a were-aykroyd.”

‘You know the word "were-Aykroyd?’  ‘Yes, I do…I AM one.’  ‘Is that why you are here?’  ‘Exactly.’  ‘Are you looking for the person who cursed you?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘So do you think it was me?’  ‘Well yes, I assume it is.’  ‘That I turned into this half Dan Aykroyd creature? Is that what you think?’ ‘Yes…’  

Nathan nodded, he knew what answers he needed to get from this were-aykroyd. ‘Did you do it?’  ‘Yes…I did it. Is there something you need or something you want?’  A feeling of dread creeped over him as he entered this were-aykroyd’s house, the walls in this were-aykroyd’s room were filled with comic panels he had drawn depicting his own sick and twisted version of a Were-Aykroyd, as a grotesque deformed mutant version of Dan that was basically if he played the X-Men character Blob.  ‘What are all these comic panels for?’  ‘Well I am working on a comic about a sadistic were-aykroyd who is a killer who twists people’s wishes and makes them into mutants for his freakshow concerts.’ ‘Well they’re kind of creepy, but that’s not what I am to see.’

“Are you just curious...about the curse?”

“Yes…the answer is yes.”

“Have you come to ask for your transformation to be reversed?”

‘Maybe, yes.’   ‘Or have you come to ask me...to turn you...into Dan? Is that what you want from me?’  ‘I was hoping you'd make it easier for me or if there was a cure but there isn't one, is there?’  ‘No...there isn't a cure. And I am not going to let you transform back, at least not so easily and not without being traumatized.’

“What do you mean by that?”

“I wanted to make you into the perfect human being. Did it work?”

‘Excuse me…what?’  ‘Are you the best version of what you were?  Or did I make you...into something else?’  ‘You gave me his mind, sometimes. And I wish I could control this.’  ‘No, Nathan.’  Those words sent a chill down his spine as the other were-aykroyd smirked.

“What do you mean, no?”

“I mean no, you cannot control yourself.”

‘What are you saying?’   ‘That's not happening, you're my creation. I control what you do. I gave you his mind and body, I control who you are.’  ‘Are you saying you’re my dad or something?’  ‘Sort of, and the transformation is permanent.’  ‘Why though, can’t you just make it easier for me?’  ‘Oh you poor thing.’  ‘Why? I don’t want to be your were-aykroyd forever, at least not in these conditions.’  

“Oh but you will.”

The other were-aykroyd stroked Nathan’s hair for a bit…’I’m so proud of my creation, you were a mess before, but now you’re all better, you’re my masterpiece.’ ‘Better? My life is getting worse because of this.’  ‘You're everything I wanted. I am not letting you go.’  ‘Well how about letting ME out of here?’  

‘I can do that, Nathan but I am not giving you back.’  ‘Oh well it's daylight anyway and i've got to go to work so you won't be able to do anything.’ 

“Is that so?”

“Yes, that’s how it goes.”

‘You may go out, and try to hide your transformation but remember, it’s back to being a were-aykroyd at night and I can make you change regardless of the time of day. Because you are mine, Nathan, I hope you remember me during the day.’ Nathan shrugged as he left the other were-aykroyd’s house, heading down the street and heading off to live the rest of the day as normal.

Luckily he managed to keep himself from transforming during the day and he had an eventful day at work before coming back home to his apartment, but he was met with horror and shock when he saw that other Were-Aykroyd manifesting in the living room, sitting on the sofa. ‘You…where did you come from?’ ‘I am everywhere, you cannot escape me, so how was your day?’ ‘Eventful.’  ‘Did you manage to keep yourself hidden from your colleagues? Do they know your secret? Did you manage to forget you're a Were-Aykroyd? A shape shifting creature?’  ‘Good thing for you, my friends don’t know that yet.’

‘I have to remember what you said, nah.. you probably didn't mean anything..probably just empty threats’.  ‘I was serious, Nathan. By the way how has your night been so far, did you manage to eat? What about your friends? You haven’t talked to them, have you?’ ‘You sure do ask a lot of questions, don’t you have your own home to go to?’

“Did you talk to them?”

“Not since my transformations, no.”

He pulled out his phone and contacted his friends, telling them of his condition and of what had been happening to him before turning around. ‘What did they say? Do they know I transformed you.’  ‘Yes, they know about you already.’  ‘Do they believe you or do they think you’re crazy.’  ‘Well…they believe me.’  ‘Do they know you were turned by the brilliant were-aykroyd known as the creator?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘But do they know my name?’

Nathan went to the lab to work on a project before going to have dinner in the kitchen, his project of course was Were-aykroyd related, he was researching what may have lied to the transformation acting the way it was for the past couple of nights. ‘Are you working hard on your project? Did you forget me at work?’  ‘You sure are nosy today, mister.’ ‘Did your tastes change too?’  ‘What does that mean?’  ‘Did your transformation alter your taste in food, does your dinner taste different to you?’  ‘No, why?”

“Your food, was it what you normally eat?”

‘It was what I usually have, I don't think you have done everything to my tastes.’  Nathan responded after gathering some papers. ‘Well..maybe, .perhaps you're correct but what would you, you got to be Dan and when you got turned into him you tried new foods, you ate what he likes and liked them.’  ‘It’s a coincidence.’ ‘Maybe Dan’s tastes have shifted and so have yours.’  

“Maybe but also maybe not.”

“But tonight we’ll find out.”

Nathan looked around and he saw the other Were-aykroyd disappear before reappearing on his bed next to him, and his voice started to echo in Nathan’s head, as if speaking telepathically.  ‘Where are you anyway?’ ‘Everywhere and anywhere, i’m in your head. I am your inner voice. The only reason I am so nosy and ask so many questions is that you might suspect me if I said nothing.’

“I suspected you the moment I came into your house.”

‘And because I can't stand the silence. When I know everything, everything about you and your condition.’  ‘Please stay out of my head…I don’t want you doing this to me.’ ‘But it is my head too, Nathan.’  That were-aykroyd’s voice was mocking him but also sounding like he would harm him with no questions asked and no hesitation, and he was showing behavior a were-aykroyd wouldn’t normally show.

“You’re sharing a body with me.”

‘I am just the side of you that you can't hear, usually…I am a part of you, always a part of you.’  ‘Well yes, but you’re not the were-aykroyd that I turn into.’  ‘True but I love you and I want to make you mine, to warp you and contort you, to make you mine in every way possible.’  ‘You cannot control me, you know that, right?’  ‘But tonight I'll really be controlling you.  For I am going to be controlling your body, and your mind, and I will never ever leave your head.’

‘But I refuse to be your creation, slave, pet or anything...you don't love me.’ ‘Oh but I do, I do oh so much. I love this new perfect version of you that I created, so much better than how you were.  And you will see.’  ‘See what? That you’re a creep?’  ‘Soon you’ll love me too.’

‘I don't think I will, I mean losing myself every night to this doesn't seem nice.’  ‘Oh but it is necessary.’  ‘You're so much happier when you're like this, Nathan. Your life, I improved it. Soon you will love to enjoy it.’  ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You will learn to love becoming Dan, every single night. I look forward to tonight.’  ‘You keep saying that but it won’t make things any easier.’

“You will be seeing me a lot more, everywhere.”

Nathan could hear the mocking words of that Were-aykroyd, and picture that smug were-aykroyd in the corner of his bedroom, just uttering those words to tease him and make him feel like he couldn’t trust him.  ‘But...I don't understand why you say these things when you have just cursed me to be your creation, I don't like this.’  ‘Oh come on Nathan, you know it is true, you are happier like this, much better.  And now you get to stay like this 24/7.  No more human Nathan trying to manage day to day life. ‘Now...it's all me, Nathan.’  

‘But I technically have to be human during the day.’  ‘You don't have to be human, Nathan.’  ‘I can fight it if I want to.’  ‘Why try to fight it though? Why try to be normal?’ ‘I don’t know I am so confused right now. i've always been in my human form during the day even prior to these recent events.’

“Human you, is weak and useless.”

“It’s that kind of human hating attitude that I hate.”

‘But Dan isn’t weak, Dan is perfect and strong and who you SHOULD BE.’ ‘ But what if I don’t want to be him?’  ‘Oh but you will and you will become him every night after this too.’  ‘Please don't do this, please don't take away my life from me, you should stay in the mirror where you belong.‘ ‘I'm not going anywhere, Nathan…’

“I wish you would leave.”

“And you won't have any life to control, soon.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Tonight...you'll belong only to me...to my mind.”

“But I don’t wish to belong to you.”

“And your body...I'll control tonight.”

‘But it is MY body and my brain.’  ‘Oh but never forget I have control of you, and tonight my dear creation. Tonight you belong to my mind, and my mind is.’  ‘Spoiler alert: Your mind is very sick. Yes I know, i’ve been to your house and seen your comic artwork, do you do all this yourself?’

Nathan went upstairs to his bedroom after dinner and tried to forget…’You cannot forget, Nathan, you are too good of a creation. You’re way too smart for me to let you stay human, i’m way too smart for your human mind, and now you will see.’ ‘You are scaring me right now.  See what?’  ‘Your perfect self, that you will become tonight.’

‘You mock me, you don't love me,  i'm not meant to be yours.’  ‘Oh but I am going to love you and have a surprise for you. You’ll see Nate, you’ll see. But first, your transformation, it’s almost night and you are going to join me.’  

“No I won’t, I won’t change because you want me to.”

“Oh, my dear creation.”

“I am not sure I am ready yet.”

“I don’t care Nathan.”

It was obvious that this wasn’t going to be a typical were-aykroyd night for Nathan as the other Were-aykroyd that was pretending to be his creator had sinister intentions as he mocked Nathan and told him about how he wanted to transform. ‘Tonight we will enjoy your transformation. No matter if you are ready or not. Tonight is the night for the first transformation in your new body. I am not letting you out of this. It is too fun to imagine and too fun for me to wait.’

‘New body? I have been cursed to be a were-aykroyd before, this isn’t new. I’ve been like him before.’   ‘Oh so you HAVE been him before?’  Nathan explained he had were-aykroyd powers since 2020 and how he dreamed numerous times of turning into Dan and how it felt to be like Dan.  ‘Yes.’ ‘Tell me Nathan, were you aware as you are now? Do you have any control over your body or mind? Did the change take over your mind?’ ‘Yes, usually I do.’ ‘Was it like a dream or a blackout’. ‘In the past i've always remained me mentally when i'm Dan except on a few occasions.’ ‘So he has changed it a little? Did it feel good, did it feel strange to be in Dan’s body, did you ever struggle?’  ‘I think I have done all those.’

“Tell me Nathan, did you ever hate becoming Dan?”

‘What? No, I love my were-aykroyd alter-ego. Initially yes, I hate losing myself to him mentality wise, but it got better.’  ‘So did it feel like you have lost yourself?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘But tonight, you won’t have a mind of your own since it will be mine.’

“Oh no..what are you on about?”

“Oh I am simply saying my surprise is one that will make you my were-aykroyd forever.”

‘Forever?’  ‘Your mind will be mine and you won’t mind being Dan, Nathan. Soon you’ll start to love being Dan, he’s perfect, and don’t you want that too? To be perfect? To be strong?’  ‘I guess so.’  ‘Great, because tonight is the night. Tonight, Dan will be completely in control, he will be alone, and tonight you will be completely Daniel.’

“But I can’t go full Aykroyd.”

“Oh but you will be, you will be Dan and my perfect creation.”

“No I won’t..”

“And you will want that change all the time.”

‘You cannot exactly make me transform whenever you want.’  ‘Oh but that is where you are wrong. I can and I can keep it happening every night. Tonight you are going to transform.’  ‘Not if I can resist it. And also how, you don’t even know what triggers the change or causes it to happen.’  ‘Oh but I do Nathan.’

“What do you mean by that?”

‘That is the best part, that I know just how this transformation happens. And I know exactly how to force it.’  ‘Well I am going to lock myself up to prevent myself from harming or turning anyone.’  ‘That’s not going to stop me Nathan,  I am already here, I am a part of you AND I can take control of your whole body.’

“You wouldn’t do that would you?”

“Oh yes I would and I will..in a few short minutes.” 

‘Well you cannot exactly trigger my change, even if you claim you can.’  ‘Oh but I can Nathan,  do you want me to prove it? I know how to force this transformation, I know how to bring it out of you, but the question is, can you stop me?’ ‘Okay, maybe I can.’ ‘You still don’t think I could do it? Is that fear I sense? Is that why you are afraid?’

“But you don’t know how to do it.”

“Wanna bet, Nathan? Wanna bet? I know how to do it and I know how to force it.”

“Prove it then if you think you can do it.”

“Shall we prove it together?”

‘How exactly? Also I wouldn't do that if I were you..you have no idea how many shirts and shoes i lose due to transforming.’  ‘That's actually the part that I enjoy. Watching your lose your clothes as your transform. Watching you struggle. And I think we should do this together. Do you think I'm joking, Nathan?’

“Well yes, because there’s no way you’d actually carry out a plan like this unless..”

“Do you think I wouldn't do this?”

“Do what?”

‘Transform you. That transformation is your biggest fear. But you really have no choice, Nathan..either I trigger it right now and get it out of the way or every single night I make you suffer,  every single night I will make you change. For the rest of your life.’ ‘But it’s my body, you’re using MY body.’  ‘Not anymore Nathan, from now on I am taking complete control of your body, every night. You won’t have to worry anymore. So we might as well get it out of the way.’  

“Leave me alone.”

“So do you want to prove I can force the transformation?”

Nathan didn’t like how the other Were-aykroyd was acting, he was acting deranged, like he wanted to humiliate his ‘creation’ and torture him, he was worried about this and so he backed away and attempted to arm himself. ‘Stop this.’  ‘Oh but you cannot stop me Nathan. I am going to force this transformation on you.  You’re going to love it, you are going to love being Daniel again for the rest of your life.’

“But what exactly is going to force it out?”

“I can force it out of you Nathan.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I have changed you before and I can change you again.”

‘But it’s my curse.’  ‘Yes, but I created your transformation. So, do you really believe that I can't force it out? Do you really believe you're safe right now? I am your creator and I am NOT letting you go.’   ‘I doubt that you can.’  ‘You are being difficult Nathan. You think you are safe? I’m about to show you just how wrong you are.  Well you are about to go through one of those most embarrassing things that could ever happen to you.’

“I dread to think what that would be.”

‘You're about to do one of the most embarrassing things in your life. I am going to force you to do it.’ ‘Oh but nothing you do has been particularly awful.’ ‘Just you wait. You’re about to change your mind..literally. And the change you will be going through will be embarrassing.’  ‘Not transforming in public is it?’  ‘Oh, but it will be in public, Nathan...and that’s what will make it so much worse, you will have no control over it, you will go through the whole agonizing awful transformation in the middle of a very public place.’  

“What? That’s insane.”

“And no matter what you do, you can’t stop it.”

‘Well we're in my apartment now and no one's here.’  ‘

‘No...not yet.  In a moment...when you least expect it. You will feel the change beginning, you will feel so nervous. That feeling makes you so nervous, and I know fear brings him out.’   ‘Oh no.’ ‘And just before your skin starts to tingle, you will be transported to a very public place. The place you will be transformed and everyone will see.’  ‘That’s fiendish.’  ‘And you cannot stop it. Now we wait.’

Nathan attempted to arm himself as the maniacal were-aykroyd laughed and mocked him…’Hold still Nathan, don’t make it harder than it is. You can't escape me, Nathan…I control you now.  You'll feel the change beginning, in a moment. You’ll remember what I was saying, and in a minute, all your fears will come true.’

“You monster, why?”

“Oh I just want to have fun with you that’s all.”

“This won’t be fun.”

“Now, we play the waiting game.”

‘Go away, please, please.’  ‘No, Nathan...you know I can't, I control you now and you know it…don’t be a coward. Be the man you were meant to be.   Be Daniel, your perfect self..’  ‘It’s not night though.’  ‘Oh but it doesn’t matter, I can do it whenever I want. And I want you to transform right now. Can you even remember why you are supposed to transform, why you were created? Now do it, do it for me.’

“You didn’t create me, I was born.”

“Oh but I made you the were-aykroyd you are now.”

‘You turned me, you appeared as a were-aykroyd and turned me.’  ‘I did, yes. Do you really believe I can't do that again? Remember, I change the rules. I am making you transform right now and I can make you change at any time.’  

“Do you really think you can do that?”

“Oh yes, I can.”

Nathan shuddered as he looked at his hands and felt a tingling sensation in his skin…’There it is, Nathan...you feel it. That’s the transformation starting, you see..you know i’m in control now and it doesn’t matter if it is night anymore.’  

“For someone who claims to love me, you sure do mock me.”

“In a moment, you'll be Daniel..”

“Oh no I won’t.”

“Yes, now remember, why. Now it is too late. “

“But we’re not in a public place so i’m safe.”

‘But that is just it Nathan, you WILL be. Because tonight I will decide what can happen to you. In a moment, you and I will be in a very public place and you will begin your transformation, you cannot hide from me. Now it begins.’

“Leave me out of this I will do anything.”

The other Were-aykroyd laughed, mockingly taunting Nathan as Nathan attempted to retort back only to get nervous and get the tingling sensation in his skin. ‘You cannot simply do that to me.’ ‘Yes, Nathan I can. Just watch me, in a moment you will be seeing what I mean.’  ‘Oh no don’t, please don’t.’  ‘It’s going to happen Nathan, we are going to a very public place. We’re going to your most feared place, and you’ll see, you will see what will happen when you try to fight me.’

‘One problem, it would be very difficult to find a public place i’d hate to turn into a Were-aykroyd in.’  Nathan responded, trying to bide for time. ‘Oh but we’re going to, Nathan,  this place is where you’ll transform. It is out of your control so if I was you,  you’ll find out just how embarrassing it is going to be. Just give up, give in to me, let Dan take over completely.’  

“But what if there aren't people to see it?”

“Oh my dear Nathan.”

‘Did you really believe I'd let you transform in an empty place? In a moment we will be in a crowded, filled location. You will be transformed and everyone will see. We will be at a crowded concert, do you think they’ll enjoy the show?’  ‘I don’t see anything, I still see my apartment.’

A strange mist began to spill through the windows, before Nathan could even attempt to close the windows a dark green light began to emit. ‘It's almost time, Nathan...just keep looking forward,  in a moment you will know what I mean.’  The green light shone down on the two of them as they were being absorbed and teleported.

“What is going on?”

“We’re being transported.”

The dark green light teleported them into what appeared to be backstage at a very crowded rock concert for the horror rock band Screaming Banshees, this band was one of Nathan’s favorites and he had always wanted to see them in concert, and while he was excited about seeing this band perform and seeing the killer animatronics, he wasn’t going to have a good time.  ‘There you go, Nathan.’  A cold chill ran up and down Nathan’s spine as he saw the Were-aykroyd manifest next to him.

“Do you feel that Nathan? Do you feel something?”

Nathan felt a tingling sensation on his skin, he looked around and saw he was in backstage at the concert, he felt the tingling get slightly worse as he looked up at him..’That tingling feeling in our skin, it means that it’s about to happen. Do you know what that means?’  ‘It means that now you have transported me to this very public place, you are going to humiliate me by transforming me in public.’

“Yes, that is what is going to happen, very soon now.”

“What, I won’t let you do this.”

“No, my dear Nathan you won’t be able to stop this. You can’t stop this.’  ‘There isn't anything you'll be able to do to stop me from making you suffer in this wonderful terrible place. Do you know how i’ll do so?’  ‘How?’ ‘ By taking control of you and making you say words that will make you want to transform. I know that being transformed in public is something you don’t want to happen to you, but i’m going to do it to you here, in this place you normally would be happy to be but soon will never want to be. I have transported you here at this very moment,  right now, and in this place you will transform in the way you fear the most.’

“This isn’t how a were-aykroyd is supposed to act.”

‘Oh, is it? Well maybe this one likes to play differently, and what a fun game we are going to play. Do you know what we will be seeing? Your favorite band, the Screaming Banshees, and the crowd you are about to change in front of,  will all see you transform.  The scared and shocked faces of everyone. All of those people are going to see you transform. And that's before we get to the band, or stage and the band that will be playing. I know you love the Screaming Banshees, Nathan.’  ‘Oh, you do?’ ‘You don't know what you're in for.  This will be a real eye-opener. And it's going to happen in just a moment.’  ‘I don’t see anything changing or happening right now.’ ‘Just you wait, Nathan.’

Nathan thought that the Were-aykroyd was bluffing but he was also afraid, he went up to the stage and grabbed a microphone, warning the crowd. ‘Run, everyone you should run before the were-aykroyd shows himself and comes for you, before he comes from me and makes me undergo a change into him, please.’  ‘*What are you doing, Nathan? You can’t do that, you can’t run. You can’t escape me.’

“Oh yes I can.”

“I control you, Nathan...completely.”

“No you don’t.”

‘Just look at how terrified they are, of you. Because they have been warned about you and now let me show what I am going to do to you.’  The were-aykroyd cackled insanely as he waved his hands in front of Nathan and gazed at him with an intense stare, his eyes giving off a supernatural glow that terrified Nathan but at the same time make him not want to look away. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘Condition you, of course..when I say Change me master, make me into Dan, you will say just that. You will feel a tingling in your body and in your mouth as it will open by itself.’

“What?”

Nathan was about to question what the Were-aykroyd meant, but the were-aykroyd responded. ‘Please no...don't look at me like that, it's not my fault i'm a were-aykroyd, please...please get out of here everyone before I start to undergo a metamorphosis on a physical and mental level to completely alter my genetic structure into that of...of...oh no’  He covered his mouth in shock before adding.. ‘Oh no, did I start speaking Aykroydian babble?’  ‘You’re doing so well, now open your mouth. I am going to help you speak.’

Before he could protest…he felt another tingling sensation as tiny bristles of brown hari slowly grew on his hands.  ‘I know what you are going to say, I control you,  now speak..I am going to help you become Daniel.’  Nathan shaked his head and retorted with his..’No, I won.’t.’   ‘You WILL speak, Nathan.  I’ll make you speak whether you want to or not.’

The were-aykroyd used his dark powers to make Nathan’s throat feel tight, like he had a bad chest cold if not worse. ‘Don’t you dare do this to me.’ ‘You’ll speak, and as soon as you do the transformation will begin.’  ‘Exactly how are you going to do that?’  ‘Let me show you, Nathan…just speak and I am going to help you get the words out. Say something.’

Nathan coughed up as he hurried over to the microphone, picking it up with his left hand and he spoke into it, his voice sounding a bit hoarse as he did so. ‘Sorry folks, there are technical difficulties with the microphones at the moment, please enjoy the concert in the meantime.’  ‘Good, very good, Nathan but I cannot trust you are ready until you say the words.’  ‘I’m not going to say them.’  ‘Now, say...change me master, change me into Dan, say the words that will get the transformation going.’

“What words?”

“Can you remember what those words are?”

“I don't remember those words.”

‘Well then, I guess we will have to try those words again, let’s try a few.  Start with something to ease the change. Like change me into Dan.’  ‘Yeah right like i’d ever wish I was Dan Aykroyd.’  ‘Try I want to change into Daniel. Say it. You will say it because I am telling you to. You have no choice, these words will help with that awful tension. I know you want to change into Daniel, so say it loud and say it to my face.’

“I don’t think so, pal.”

Nathan was about to protest only for the were-aykroyd to use another shot of his dark powers on him.  ‘You're not going to possess me into saying it are you?’  ‘I won’t need to, you’ll say it with my help. We are at the edge of the edge of you transforming now,  you’ll feel your mouth just about to open.’  ‘No, don’t do this.’

The were-aykroyd glared at him with his hypnotic eyes, and this time he began to take control of Nathan’s mind, making his mouth without him speaking. ‘Now, what were you saying, my dear creation?’  ‘I want to...to..’  ‘ Say it, Nathan.’  ‘I'm only going to give you one more chance to say it before you change..can you say it now?’

From out of Nathan’s mouth came…’I want you to transform me. Creator, master..please.’ He wasn’t thinking of saying this yet under the were-aykroyd’s spell and influence he had the urge to say that and to be transformed, to serve him. ‘Just let me take over Nathan, you are going to feel something. Let me take over and say the words for you,  just say it, say the words. You want that to happen don’t you?’

Having no choice in the matter due to being under hypnosis, Nathan responded with…’Yes.’ ‘Good boy. Just say, change me master. ‘ ‘Change me master.’ ‘Good boy, there you go. I’m taking over. Your body will begin to tingle, as will your face,  you will feel nervous and you will open your mouth, to release the words you couldn’t say.’

Nathan shuddered as his body and face began to tingle again, his mouth was opening on its own and speaking as if he was a human ventriloquist dummy being puppeteered by the Were-aykroyd.   ‘That’s good Nathan, now I want you to say the words. Now, feel the change start,  open your mouth.’  ‘I want you to change me, master. I want you to be Dan for you.’ ‘Yes, there you go. You’re doing good, now let me take over you completely.  I am going to open your mouth.’

His mouth opened wider than before as he continued to speak of wanting to transform, right into the microphone for everyone to hear.  ‘Yes, open it up a bit wider now. Keep your mouth open, that’s it. I’m opening it up wider for you, i’m about to say the words that will transform you.’ ‘Okay is this, gonna, ya know..hurt?’ ‘Just wait, i’ve got you right where I want you. I’m right about ready to say the words, waiting for the right moment.’

Nathan snapped out of it for a bit before backing away and trying to escape…’No, Nate. You're not going anywhere. I am going to say the words and there is nothing you can do. All the change that is going to happen, is all your fault too, remember that.’ ‘You know, we don’t have to do this, the people don’t have to see me change into a big fat were-aykroyd in front of them.’  ‘They must see, you must suffer the consequences. The words are coming and I won’t hesitate this time.’

“I don't know why...but I don't think I remember saying i want you to transform me.”

“Well then, let me say it for you!”

Nathan screamed as the Were-aykroyd took control of his body and voice and his mouth once more, possessing him into saying the words.  ‘You want me to transform you, Nathan. You’re getting ready to scream, you are going to change now.  You are at the edge of letting Dan out.  I am going to change you Nathan.’   He shuddered as he awaited the words and what they meant.

“They mean you'll change now, Nathan.”

“Huh?”

‘All that needs to happen, is me saying these words...do you want to hear them? I am ready for this, are you?’   Nathan dreaded what was going to happen next. ‘What are those words?’  ‘Change me now, change me now, master.’

Well that was a fluke the first few times i said it..but…’ He was about to finish that sentence when the were-aykroyd took control again, possessing him and making him say those words…’Yes, master, change me please.’  Those words wormed into Nathan’s head and his mouth began to mutter those words…’master, change me..please.’  ‘That’s my body, now what we need for it is to really happen and i’ve got what it takes to transform you now,  are you ready Nathan?’  ‘Oh..’ ‘Do you want Daniel to come out? Are you excited, are you ready to see you become Dan?’ 

Nathan would have protested about this but the were-aykroyd’s powers had a hypnotic influence on him…’Just say you are ready to turn into Dan and have the most humiliating moment of your life. Are you ready to become a monster and have everyone see you as one?  Are you ready to make such a fool of yourself that you’ll never be seen as a man, ever again?’.  

‘I don’t think i’m quite ready for this…’  Before he could protest, his eyes lit up as he went into the trance…’I meant, yes master.’  ‘That’s better. That’s right, Nathan. I am going to say the words now, it is time now, are you REALLY ready?’ 

“Yes, master.”

Nathan found himself nodding, really wanting to transform into Dan and feeling like he was being controlled.  ‘You really want to become Dan...you can’t stop the transformation, you never could. All you could do is delay it and now that is over and done with. Look at all these people, they want to see it, just like you, right? You want to transform, don’t you?  I will say these words now.’  ‘Oh no don’t do this, I feel a bit worried.’

‘Don't worry, Nathan..all your worries will be gone when you transform. I am going to say the words now and now the transformation will begin. Are you ready? Tell the crowd what is going to happen.’  He ran over to the stage and spoke into the microphone…’I reach out for the microphone* I'm the were-aykroyd, i'm going to turn in front of all of you.’  ‘There’s my boy, that’s the spirit. I am going to say the words to do that. I am going to put Dan Aykroyd in you Nathan, are you ready?’  ‘Y-Yes..’ ‘Now just watch what happens Nathan, here it comes. Change me, master! Change me now!’ ‘Change me master, change me now.’  ‘There you go, Nathan. Now let Dan Aykroyd take over, you’re giving in.’ 

More tingling sensations crept over his skin as the hairs slowly grew on both hands, giving him brown hairs. ‘Don't fight it, Nathan. The transformation is happening now. Are you ready for the transformation to really begin? Just say yes, and you will be the man you were always meant to be.’  ‘Yes.’ ‘Excellent Nathan.’

“Are you ready to become Dan Aykroyd?”

“Yesss..”

“Good.”

‘Just a few moments and the transformation will happen in front of everyone…it’s happening now.’   Nathan started scratching himself as he felt an uncomfortable itching sensation all over his body.  ‘You can't fight it. Your body isn’t what has been in charge this time,  it was meant to be Dan’s. Are you ready to become the person you’ve always wanted to be? Just say yes and the transformation will continue.’

He couldn’t believe what was happening, he was being controlled into transforming into Dan in front of everyone and his stomach felt like he had eaten something really terrible as it gurgled loudly.  ‘I feel so strange, all of me doesn’t feel so good, and my stomach hurts.’  ‘Your stomach gurgles because it's being filled with the food Dan loves to eat..because you are in the process of turning into Dan. And it feels good doesn’t it? Just say yes and that you want the transformation to continue.’ ‘Yes..please continue changing me, control me, making me your were-aykroyd.’  ‘Good boy, Nathan.’

The were-aykroyd told him he was going to force Nathan to transform further and that he was going to send out a change wave that would be so humiliating for him. ‘Now i’m about to send out a massive wave that will change you completely. Do you want me to do that, do you want me to force you to morph into Dan Aykroyd?’  ‘Yes...please do all of that to me, i've been looking at pictures of Dan and have been wanting to be him for so long, please, please.’

Nathan covered his mouth, true he did look at photos of Dan a lot and had thought about turning into him but it wasn’t a sexual desire or anything, he just really wanted to try morphing into him. ‘*Now, I’m going to send out the change wave. In a moment, your mouth will open and Dan will emerge. It is going to be so humiliating, but you want it to happen, do you, Nathan? Say yes and I'll send it out.’ ‘Yes.’

‘Excellent, Nathan.’   Within less than a couple of seconds a powerful ‘change’ wave began to be emitted which reflected onto Nathan, Nathan felt himself wanting to transform as he began to cough and splutter.  ‘Your mouth is about to open, Nathan. Dan will emerge, it’s coming, in a few moments you will become Dan Aykroyd. The humiliating transformation will start now. Are you still prepared and willing for it?” ‘Yes…I want to do it.’

“Then let it begin.”

The wave was sent out a second time, this time it made Nathan feel quite queasy…he opened his mouth as if he was being controlled and the were-aykroyd smirked sinisterly, giving a look that said…’It is happening..Dan Aykroyd is emerging from your mouth. You will feel everything that happens while that happens. Say you're ready for that.’ ‘Yes, I am ready for that.’  ‘Alright then. Dan Aykroyd is going to force himself out of your mouth, he’s going to come out now,  You want to be in this state, all these people want it to happen...and you do, too. Dan is emerging.’

“How bad is it going to feel?”

“It’s going to hurt a bit, Nathan.”

Nathan couldn’t stand to hear this but at this point he had no choice. ‘Dan is about to come out of you, now.  But he’ll keep the hurt short. Are you ready to see him emerge, Nathan? Say you are and I will finish the transformation.’  

“Yes.”

 “You wanted this.” ‘

“But I don’t…” “Oh yes you did.”  He objected to what the were-aykroyd side, the were-aykroyd implied Nathan did want to transform , which wasn’t true because Nathan didn’t want it,  he was under the control of the were-aykroyd. ‘For you to become Dan Aykroyd, it was worth all of this, wasn’t it? Say you want to become Dan and to let him out.’

He snapped out of it a couple of times only for the were-aykroyd and ‘Dan’ to take control of him and make him speak without moving his lips.  ‘I want to become Dan and i want to let him out.’  ‘Good boy Nathan. You’re doing great, Dan is almost out. He is ready to come out, just a few more moments. Dan is coming out.’

His mouth widened further as his eyes lit up, as if he was possessed by a demon, ‘Dan’ smirked as he began to emerge from Nathan’s mouth, slowly tearing himself out in a manner that was most Cronenbergian. ‘It's happening...are you ready for the pain that's about to begin? Your senses will go berserk as he emerges.’

Nathan nodded…’The pain begins’, he clutched his stomach as he began to cough, spluttering numerous times, spewing up what appeared to be ooze, green ooze, green ooze that took on the form of Dan.  ‘I hope you're ready for what's next. It's time. Let everything out, Nathan. Say your first words as Dan Aykroyd.’  ‘No, nooo.’ ‘You're about to finish the transformation and become who you've always wanted to be.’

“Say his name, Nathan, you know you can do this.”

He panicked, he felt even more sick as he began to cough up even more green ooze, that took on Dan’s appearance. ‘You must say, I am Dan Aykroyd to be completed.’ ‘I am Dan Aykroyd, no wait…I am not.’  ‘No, you are. Dan has emerged now. Look at all those people now, they want to see you, Dan Aykroyd. Are you ready to see them?’

At this point he felt like he didn’t have a choice, he was being coaxed into this by Dan and Dan was forcing this to happen to him,  being at a Screaming Banshees concert with all his friends would have normally been a dream come true for him, if it wasn’t for the fact he was being forced into this. Dan wasn’t acting like he normally would, and he was controlling Nathan.  ‘Did hearing that name come out of your mouth feel exciting?’

‘I am...Dan Aykroyd.’  ‘That’s right! That’s you, now...it’s your new name, it is happening and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Are you ready for your new life, Dan?’ Before Nathan could say anything, his stomach gurgled louder as it began to grow larger, pushing against his shirt and slowly growing brown hairs. He started to instinctively rub his stomach, he attempted to resist it but he couldn’t help it.  ‘Yes, master. I love my thicc Aykroydian belly, I love rubbing it, I am excited for my new life.’ ‘That’s right, you do love this. Your new body, your new life.’

The audience gasped as they saw him rubbing his enlarging stomach…’Do you love having this body, Dan? Do you love having this belly Dan? Rub it, Dan.’  Nathan couldn’t help but continuously rub his stomach over and over, he attempted to snap out of it but he couldn’t…Dan was teasing him and making him want it.  ‘That's it, Dan...keep going...you are loving the feeling of that giant belly...aren't you? Rub your stomach more Dan.’

He moaned as he rubbed his stomach several more times, watching as his hands enlarged while also feeling the developing hairs on his stomach. ‘That's it, Dan...keep going...you are loving the feeling of that giant belly...aren't you? Rub it more, Dan. Keep feeling all the hair on your belly...all the stretchiness. Aren’t you loving how your shirt doesn’t fit anymore? Aren’t you loving the feeling of your big robust belly?’

‘It's getting so tight...i'm trying to stop it but I cannot, just watching my stomach grow is so...so...entrancing.’  Nathan panted and watched as his shirt slowly began to strain and stretch.  ‘It’s time to let go, let those buttons pop off and the shirt come off, let everyone see that big beautiful belly.’

He couldn’t help but rub it even more as Dan teased him, telling him to rub it even more..’Rub it...let's do this.’ The buttons strained even more on Nathan’s shirt as his chest and torso broadened.  ‘Oooh, oooh..master, why does this feel so nice?’ ‘Yes, good boy! You’re getting so big, Dan. Keep rubbing it, keep going. You know you cannot fight it. This is your body, a big beautiful Aykroydian body.’

“Yes, they must see my body.”

“Good boy.”

The buttons popped off Nathan’s shirt as he continuously rubbed his stomach, unable to stop it as if he was entranced.  ‘Yes, Dan...keep rubbing that belly. There's so much hair, isn't there? Let those people see your big, fat belly. This is who you always wanted to be, right, Dan? Let the hair grow, let it cover your entire stomach.’ 

A few more buttons popped off Nathan’s shirt and landed on the ground as his arms slowly began to enlarge and broaden, growing hairs on them just like his hands had..’Good boy, Dan..keep growing, keep expanding. You are going to become exactly what I wanted, and more. There’s too much body mass now, isn’t there, Dan? And that shirt isn’t going to be able to contain it all.’

His shirt slowly began to rip and tear due to not being able to support his upperbody. ‘There it is, Dan...good job.  All that mass in your stomach, your chest and all those beautiful, thick arms...and it's all covered in hair. You are doing great, now let your shirt rip. Let everyone see what is under that shirt.’

The changes were getting even more intense as his shirt slowly ripped a bit more to reveal his expanding chest and torso and his much larger upperbody, which were growing hairs on them.   ‘Yes, Dan...keep going. That shirt is going to tear right off at the seams, now.  The body under that shirt is so huge, isn't it? Imagine how big it is, now? A giant Aykroydian body, Dan?  You're becoming him.’

Nathan was still entranced and rubbing his belly over and over as his shirt ripped at the seams, and his skin slowly began to mature. ‘Good boy, Dan. Keep growing. You’re becoming everything you’ve ever wanted to be, and more. Isn’t that exciting? Keep rubbing that stomach. As your skin ages and matures, imagine how you’ll look, what do you think you’ll look like as Dan Aykroyd with that big belly of yours? Imagine.’

He continued to rub his belly as his shoes started to strain. ‘That’s it Dan, keep rubbing that belly. Keep massaging it, your feet are stretching out, they are growing larger. This is what you/ve always wanted, isn’t it?  Rub it harder.’   Nathan’s shoes were straining against his shoes which were growing larger, he tried to get his shoes off but he was entranced into rubbing his stomach again.  ‘Yes, Dan...keep rubbing. Those shoes won’t fit much larger. Your feet will grow to be big...just like the rest of you.

His shoes began to break apart as his feet enlarged, leaving him in his socks..some members of the crowd laughed at this and some got odd feelings from watching his feet grow. ‘Are those people watching me transform?’ ‘Oh yes, and they love it. *It's happening, Dan. Your feet are growing to be big, just like the rest of your new body...let your socks come off Dan, let everyone see.  Let it happen.’

Nathan was now getting embarrassed and mortified that he was being used like this, being hypnotized, being conditioned, being coaxed into forcibly transformed and he wanted to protest about this but he found himself not being able to in between the countless mind control sessions.  He couldn't help but rub his stomach again and now his feet as his socks began to tighten and slowly unravel, unable to handle his growing feet. ‘Very good, Dan...your stomach is getting bigger...and so are your feet...both huge and expanding as we speak? This is so humiliating...isn't it? How does it feel?’

“I keep trying to resist this, but I feel like you are hypnotizing me into liking it.”

“Yes, that’s a good boy. You love this don’t you?”

‘You can't fight Dan Aykroyd...he is your new body.  And you're loving this, aren't you? You can’t fight this, this is your new body and your new life, you are becoming him, say it, Dan.  Say that you are loving this, Dan.’  ‘I am loving this change, master...love being such a thicc sexy aykroyd.’ 

He groaned as his socks slowly tore open to expose his growing feet. ‘That’s what I like to hear, my dear boy.  Your socks are ripping...and your feet are swelling. And you feel amazing because of it, don’t you?  And I, your master..of Aykroyd, am watching you.’ ‘Yes, master, I love my new feet.’

The crowd gasped even more upon witnessing the transformation, some even trying to hide their own odd feelings during the foot growth. ‘I love when you show me how much you enjoy this transformation.’  Nathan moaned and groaned, kicking around as he felt a bit weirded out about everyone watching him, yet he had trouble stopping himself. ‘It oddly feels so nice, reminds me of how nice it was to be offered to be fed and to have my stomach rubbed.’  ‘Yes, that’s exactly it, Dan. Now, as these people watch you, they want to feed you. Want to feed that big belly, Dan? Say you want it, Dan. Say that is what you want. Say it, say that you love the attention and this transformation.

“Please love me, master…I love being a were-aykroyd.”

‘Of course, everyone wants to love you, Dan.  And everyone wants to feed your new, beautiful belly.   Imagine how all that food will feel going down to your new stomach. Say you want it, say you want to be fed.’  Nathan’s stomach gurgled as he moaned, he felt an unearthly hunger coming over him and he couldn’t help it. ‘Yes, Dan...your stomach is growling...that's it..’  

“Master, i’m hungry.”

‘That is what I want you to do, Daniel...you're doing perfect. You need to eat, my boy.  Tell me, what does your growling, growing stomach want? What does it need?’ ‘Grits, bacon, eggs, all of Dan's favorite foods...mmm.’  Nathan groaned as he felt his feet, a tingling sensation spread in between his toes which joined two of the toes on each foot at the knuckle, to give him webbed toes. ‘Yes, very good, Dan.  You've gotta feed that beautiful stomach.  And those webbed feet, Dan, they need to touch the floor and feel it, they need to feel the gravity of the new body you have gained, say it.. I need food.’

“I need food, I need to eat.”

“And let's see what happens when those webbed feet touch the ground.”

He walked and stumbled around the stage, testing his webbed toes as he found himself walking backstage and heading into the catering area and going to the catering table. ‘I need food, I have the desire to eat.’  ‘Yes, Dan, yes. All of Dan’s desires are yours, now. You need to eat,  you are going to love the feeling of those webbed feet on the floor,  keep going, keep testing those feet.’

Nathan groaned as he was overcome with an even more powerful hunger. ‘That's it...keep being hungry.  You love being hungry, don't you, Dan? Your belly craves food...what will you eat this time, Dan? His belly isn't going to stay hungry for long, it needs to eat.’

He went over to the catering table and started eating the food that was supposed to be for the performers and the crew.  ‘Good, very good Dan. You’re showing all these people just how hungry you are. Your belly isn’t going to be empty for long.’ He moaned as he desperately tried to stop himself from eating, he was desperate to stop the hunger. ‘Good Dan, you are doing so well. Your belly needs more, it is not going to stop until it gets its fill, more, more.  You need to eat everything you can. The hunger won’t stop.’

This almost horror-esque hunger was getting to the point of trying to control Nathan’s appetite, making him eat all of the food from the catering table and even eating food that some of the others in the audience were eating. He was acting in a gluttonous greedy manner.  ‘Dan, it's time to stuff that big belly.  The stomach is demanding food, Dan...please...feed it!’

He couldn’t help but eat more food, he moaned as his pants slowly began to get snug as the belt began to get a little bit tight on them. ‘Don't worry about your pants getting snug, Dan.  It’s going to happen. You are getting bigger, and you’re loving every second of it.  The hunger is only getting worse, isn’t it? There’s a lot of food all over the place, the belly deserves it. You need to eat, so eat Dan, eat. There’s no going back now.’

The hunger was getting to him even more as he desperately searched for even more food. ‘See how hungry you are? Dan, just keep looking. You are going to find more to eat.  You can’t resist your growing hunger,  you are going to eat everything and anything, you will do that but will it be enough to satisfy your growing body and your ever growing stomach, Dan?’  ‘Italian food, cajun cooking, poutine...anything.’

“Yes, Dan…and anything is on the menu.”

“I can’t stop being so hungry.”

“Your new hunger knows no bounds.  What will you stuff yourself with next, Dan?”

Dan mocked Nathan even more, teasing him as the crowd continued to watch him, some people laughed at him and made him feel bad about himself.  ‘Don't fight the hunger...your body is demanding the food it needs to grow. Please let your hunger win.’

Nathan made a dash towards the table and ate the other food on it, he was about to finish it but he was distracted by his pants starting to get tighter as he felt something pushing against the seat of his pants,  that thing was his rear which was beginning to grow bigger and bigger.  ‘Yes, yes...that's it, Dan…keep eating…��

He noticed his pants were straining as his legs were growing. ‘And do you notice that your pants are straining as your legs grow? Don’t you worry about those, about those...you'll soon tear them open. Just eat that hunger away. What else will you eat, Dan?’  

A couple of groans escaped from his mouth as his belt slowly began to unbuckle itself and then broke apart.   ‘Very good, Dan.  Your desire to eat is now so strong, isn't it? You're feeling the weight now...getting heavier and heavier.  That belt was only going to hold you back...now, you can eat and grow, Dan. Let the hunger take you, make you so phat and squishy. ‘  ‘Oooh, oooh, I don't know why but it feels good to do this, being a big thicc were-aykroyd and being so...so...happy.’

This wasn’t the kind of ‘happy’ feeling that a happy weight gain sequence in one of those stories might have, Nathan was being controlled into liking it and he was trying his best to fight it but Dan’s influence was corrupting him and making him want it even more.  ‘Yes, Dan...do what feels good. What feels good is gaining weight and growing thicker and heavier.  The hunger is calling to you, Dan…’

“Master, I am so hungry..yet I have eaten so much.”

“The hunger is what you love right now, isn't it?”

“Master, how do you know that?”

“I can feel it in your heart and your belly, Dan…”

Dan teased Nathan and massaged his belly, making him oddly feel good about having his belly massaged.  ‘This feels so good, doesn't it...to let go...?’ ‘Master…I think it does.’  Nathan looked at his rear as the seat of his pants began to strain more and tear apart, allowing his rear to grow bigger and act on its own.  ‘Oh that is very good, Dan. The growing rear...a rear that's getting big with every second, isn't it? I know you’re proud of your rear.  And all on its own.  You don't even have to try to grow it, do you? It's simply what your body wants to do.’  

His body felt very alien to him, he couldn’t believe he was doing this in front of a crowd of people, and he was transforming and he couldn’t help himself. He was becoming something he didn’t recognize, he was becoming Aykroydian, yes…but a grotesque caricature of a were-aykroyd.  ‘This is how it was meant to be!’

Nathan groaned more as he stopped eating to look at himself in the reflection of one of the drums, he saw how large he was getting build-wise and appeared to be horrified by this, he snapped out of it. ‘You, you’re trying to make me like the character in your comic, the villainous overweight were-aykroyd.’  His pants got tighter and tighter still as the gap between the buttons on each side began to grow wider and wider, causing the buttons to pop off.  ‘That big rear is what's stretching those pants, isn't it? And the buttons, they're breaking...because you're getting too big? Isn't that how you like it? The stretching and that rip, the sound of ripping clothes, is what you love isn’t it?’

‘Transforming is so addicting, I like becoming your were-aykroyd every night, I like being yours, I love my master, creator and original were-aykroyd.’  ‘Oh, very good, Dan, very good. This is exactly what you love, you love transforming and growing, and love being addicted.  And, yes, you love being mine.’

“Yes, master I love being yours.”

“No one else's...just mine…”

“No one else’s just yours.”

“I am only yours.”

‘You’re a good boy, say you love being my were-aykroyd.’  ‘I love being your were-aykroyd.’ He responded in an entranced tone as his pants slowly began to split at the seams, his larger than normal rear threatening to burst them.  Yes, my boy, now tell me about your splitting pants. You love having and hearing your clothes rip, you love to be naked and hairy, you love showing off your big body.  You want to be naked, don’t you? You’re getting close to it aren’t you? Say you want to rip your clothes, say you want to be free and naked in front of me.’  ‘Yes, master. My clothing feeling so tight as my body bulks up, is always the part that makes me sooo..soo, entranced by it,  I can't help but think i'm...i'm...thicc and oddly alluring like that.’  ‘Yes, Dan, yes...you are. That feeling of tight cloth, straining, ripping. And all for me.  Your transformation was made to attract me.  Your hunger...your growing body...it's all made to drive me wild, isn't it. I want to transform for you every night, and to be the were-aykroyd you have always wanted. ‘  ‘Yes, Dan, you are exactly what I wanted.’

“I want to do this every night for you.”

“And, yes, you will transform every night.”

“I will, master.”

‘That is your purpose... you are to become Dan Aykroyd for me every night. And I will enjoy it, every single time.’  With a loud rip Nathan’s pants ripped completely open, leaving him in his shorts and scraps of his shirt and ripped pants. ‘Yes, yes...good, good, Dan..no clothes can contain the growth of your body. Your clothes slowly rip under your growing frame and they’re supposed to.  All you have is pieces of your shirt to cover that growing body.’

Corey the covid microbe and Oats the horse had been watching this whole time and they were horrified to witness this, they knew something was off about this. ‘Oatsie, pal, do you notice anything off about this?’ ‘Yeah, Dan isn’t usually like this. Dan’s trying to control Nathan and humiliate him, let’s do something about this.’

The clever crossdressing horse thought of a way to get to Nathan, he used a magical spell to transport himself and Corey backstage and he trotted over to the microphones and started to perform an impromptu drag number with himself dressed as Lita Ford, which was enough to distract the crowd from what was going on. ‘It’s alright Nate, we are here to rescue you.’  ‘Oh thank goodness. I have been abducted by Dan and brainwashed into putting on a grotesque show for him, I am transforming into Were-Aykroyd form without any control and he is making me eat so much and be so hungry.’  ‘He is? THAT monster!’

Nathan nodded as the duo helped him, only for Dan to turn around…’Oh but you love it, don’t you Dan? The feeling of your clothes ripping and your body growing?’ he looked at himself, he was embarrassed, now only wearing scraps of his shirt and trousers and his shorts as he slowly began to grow to 6’1.   ‘Yes, yes, very good, Dan. Do you feel that? Do you feel your height increasing? Do you enjoy growing taller?   And the strain on your clothes, is it not delicious?  You love the feeling of your clothes giving out...ripping apart.’  ‘You love growing taller and becoming more and more of a big fat Dan Aykroyd, don't you…’

It didn’t take long for Corey and Oats to realize that Dan was doing this to torment Nathan and ridicule him, by putting on this humiliating show of transforming in front of a crowd…they knew that they figured out what Dan’s motives were here.  Nathan didn’t take long to realize this either.  ‘Hang on, I know what’s going on here, you don’t love me, you only want to mock me, you hypnotized me, and you made me think you’re my master but you only want to make my curse worse, and oh no...wait, what are you doing to me? Why are you making me say all those things about liking it? Look at me.’

‘Do you want to see yourself?’  ‘No, I don’t.’  ‘Do you want to see just how fat you've become, Dan?’ Corey was outraged at this, feeling like he had enough and he wanted to put an end to this in one way or another. ‘You’re fatshaming my friend, don’t you know that? You’re fatshaming him, that’s not nice.’  

Nathan broke down in tears as he looked at his reflection.  ‘Look, there he is...that fat belly...those fat legs...those fat arms.’  He screamed as he could hear the crowd laughing at him, making him feel bad about being a were-aykroyd.  ‘You did this to me, you made me want to do this, you used me.’  ‘That's your transformation, Dan...you're becoming a fat, gross Dan Aykroyd.’

“It’s not fair, you used me.”

“You're going to enjoy being my disgusting were-aykroyd, aren't you?”

“It’s going to take a month to shave all this hair off.”

“Yes, it'll take a long time to get all of that hair off of you later…”

Oats couldn’t bear to see this, so he whinnied and galloped over to where Dan was..’You shouldn’t be treating my friend like that. Yes, he loves Dan Aykroyd and loves being him, but you shouldn’t corrupt him like this.’  ‘Oh, shouldn’t I? But he loves it.’ ‘Don’t listen to him, he is using me.’  ‘Shush now, it’s okay. The hair is a problem you can sort out later, but for now, enjoy having more and more of the transformation you want.’

Nathan broke down in tears, crying over Dan’s words and that is when he realized…’You don’t love me, you used me. I am being used by you and humiliated. This isn’t what I wanted.’  ‘Don't cry, Dan...it’s what you wanted, this is the transformation you chose.’  ‘I didn’t choose this at all.’  ‘You chose this, you wanted to become a huge, fat, hairy Dan Aykroyd to please me. But you’ve just realized how horrifying and disgusting that was. That was wrong wasn’t it?’

‘I’ll say it was wrong alright.’  Corey interjected. ‘You took advantage of him and fat-shamed him publicly, you are a bully…you know that, right?’ ‘Your friend is so easy to manipulate, so foolish.’  ‘I didn’t ask for this.’  ‘You just wanted to be a big boy...but now...what you've become..’

Dan mocked Nathan as he touched Nathan’s much heftier body. ‘I didn't want to change in front of everyone like this, look at them, they saw me gorge myself.’  ‘Yes...it's horrifying and embarrassing. The people saw you stuff your face with food, and not just stuffing your belly but stuffing your belly with food that was made for them too, embarrassing.  They looked at you, they saw you become a gross fat person before their eyes.’

“And we caught you fat-shaming him.”

“Yeah, forshame.”

Oats was rightfully pissed off at Dan for this and galloped over to him, knocking him down with a mighty kick from one of his hooves.  ‘You hurt my friend’s feelings and used him and humiliated him, you are not supposed to be like this.’  ‘In my universe, were-aykroyds are supposed to be gross and horrifying and repulsive.’ ‘But in this universe, were-aykroyds are good guys.’

“Are you happy to be this new Dan Aykroyd?”

“No, you used me.”

“I'm sorry, Dan...I didn't mean to do this to you..”

“You put those words into my mouth.”

‘Yes I did, Dan. I put those words into your mouth and you said them willingly.’  Oats objected to that and he looked over at Dan with a disgusted look. ‘Willingly? You brainwashed him into saying those things and you humiliated him. That is not willingly, that is nightmarish and creepy, you are not supposed to do this.’  

“The transformation...the eating...the hair and the growing...you did those willingly.”

“That is not what willingly means.”

‘But it was wrong, wasn't it?’  ‘I’ll say it was wrong.’ Oats interjected, stamping his right hoof and looking angrily at Dan, it was obvious the equine wouldn’t stand for this so he galloped over to use a spell and put a stop to it.  ‘It makes you ashamed, the way you've become. You never wanted to hurt anyone, you just wanted to be a big happy Were-Aykroyd.’ ‘You know that when it comes to gaining his body type and the stomach I get entranced into rubbing my stomach and can't help myself.’

‘Yes, Dan...good...my transformation has made you like that. you've become someone who can't help but want to rub your growing and fat belly.’  ‘But you know that it’s something I cannot control when I go full were-aykroyd.’  ‘You're in so much awe of it though and you look so happy when you transform.  Your hands just crave to touch your belly, Dan. Isn’t it just huge and soft, Dan?’

“it's just begging to be touched and enjoyed…”

‘You made me think of the time the were-aykroyd tried to feed me and force him to be his.’  Dan poked Nathan’s stomach and teased him some more as Corey roared at Dan, sending him onto the ground.  ‘Yes, yes, you're right. My transformation made you feel like you needed to feed the were-aykroyd, didn't it? He wanted you to become him, he wanted to force himself upon you and make you the new him.  Did you feel tempted to feed him?’

“Dan this isn’t how a were-aykroyd is supposed to act.”

Nathan moaned and groaned as he struggled and his neck lengthened, Dan was trying to get a rise out of this and Oats used a magic spell to dazzle the crowd and enchant them so that they wouldn’t see Nathan suffering on stage. ‘You groan and groan in pleasure, don't you? You're so addicted to growing...so addicted to feeding me and satisfying the were-aykroyd in you.’

Dan’s eyes glowed as he laughed, he picked up Nathan and mocked him…’You’re all mine now. And I am not going to let you forget it. You are mine to change and enjoy and you will love it.’  ‘But I don’t wanna be your were-aykroyd forever.’ ‘Of course, Dan. You don't want this to last forever. But you want this tonight...you need your transformation to be this way tonight.’

“No I don’t.”

“For now, you need to be addicted, Dan…”

“So you can control me?”

‘You need to be that were-aykroyd.  Just for tonight, you need to become the one you love.’  ‘But I don’t love this.’  Nathan felt his back and shoulders broaden as his mind flipped back and forth between hating the transformation and liking it, as Corey jumped onto the top of the stage and grabbed a spare guitar, shooting an energy blast at Dan, and getting him to face him.

‘Normally I don’t have to do this to my friends, but what you did to Nathan was disgraceful.’  Oats added as he backflipped and knocked down a pyrotechnic demon display which landed ontop of the catering table and collapsed onto the stage, which altered the crew to come and sort it out. ‘Yes, yes...good…good, Dan, you're realizing who you are, what you're now going to be forever.  You will love it...you will love being a hairy, fat, gross, were-aykroyd…it feels so good, doesn't it? The hate will go away, Dan. There will only be the pleasure of growing and becoming the big, fat, gross hairy man you love. The man you are becoming.’  

“No, you’re making things worse.”

“I agree.”

‘Why do you call me Dan? That isn't my name.’  ‘Oh, my mistake, Daniel. That is your name. You are becoming so much like Daniel Aykroyd I am getting confused. Dan Aykroyd is the man you are becoming,  and I will love you becoming him. Dan is a very lucky man.’  ‘Love him? You don’t love Nathan at all, you’re just insulting him and putting him down.’

Corey floated over and roared, mutating into a monstrous version of himself to frighten away the crowd as he helped Nathan get out safely. ‘Where are you going with MY Daniel?’ ‘Taking him to safety. Away from here.’    ‘Daniel, do you know how many people wish they could grow and become Daniel Aykroyd?’  ‘Do you think I choose to be a were-aykroyd for this? No. I didn’t.’  ‘

Nathan’s hair began to lengthen and become slightly messier, turning a darker brown shade in the process. ‘Yes, Daniel, yes...your hair...it's getting so thick and long…so perfect for you. Your back hair is getting long...it covers your shoulders...you're starting to look like you're sprouting a coat. That hair covering your body is getting denser and denser too.’

‘Please, please...whatever you're doing to me it's not worth it, I promise not to make fun of Dan Aykroyd's voice in Caddyshack II ever again.’  Nathan begged as his hair grew longer, even developing a bald spot near the back but the bald spot covered up. ‘You are a were-aykroyd now...and you will be like him for longer than you ever imagined..’

Dan laughed maniacally at him, mocking him and teasing him for making fun of Dan Aykroyd in Caddyshack II, Nathan tried to explain that the reason he hated Dan in that movie is because he was annoying and that the voice the character used sounded stupid.  But Dan wouldn’t have any part of it and mocked him further, threatening to humiliate him even more by trying to make him bald.

That is when Corey and Oats teamed up to take him down, knocking him over and weakening him before rescuing Nathan. Nathan’s forehead slowly began to pulsate and grow as his eyebrows thickened, he begged for the transformation to stop as his eyes widened, one turning from brown to green and his nose broadened, developing a cleft in the middle.

Dan charged towards them and attempted to swipe Nathan from them, only for Nathan to fight back as his features slowly altered, his lips altering to be more kissable as his features shapeshifted to be more Aykroydian.  ‘Sorry Dan but your playtime show has officially been cancelled.’

Nathan’s voice deepened to sound like Dan Aykroyd’s own voice as he looked over at Dan with a look of disgust, now it was his time for revenge. He looked over at the crowd and reached for the microphone. ‘I'd like to apologize to the crowd for my actions earlier, I wasn't myself...I felt like something had taken over me and that something or SOMEONE is THIS man!’ he added, pointing to Dan.

“Who? Me? But I was granting your wish.”

“That wasn’t my wish, you creep.”

Corey roared at Dan and summoned an army of covid-bat-microbes to attack him before sprouting bat wings and flying off, Oats used a spell to grow pegasus wings and the duo took Nathan away from Dan and flew him back-stage. Nathan used his phone to call his friends for help and they came to help him, he told them that Dan had been using him.

After that Dan attempted to demean Nathan further and tried to get him back..’No, Daniel, no! I'm the only one who can save you!’ ‘You are not my Dan, you are a different were-aykroyd who wants to abuse and hurt my friends.’

Dan tried to mock Nathan by making him think his were-aykroyd form was ugly, but that didn’t work because his hypnotic power he had over him wore off and it made Nathan remember that he wasn’t ugly as a were-aykroyd but actually rather handsome, and he realized that he knew something was up when Dan hypnotized him earlier.  

Nathan grabbed onto one of the monster props and hurled it at Dan with his superhuman strength, it was as if he had gotten the courage to stand up to his bully for doing this to him in the first place. ‘Dan, I knew you wouldn’t really do this to me, because this is obviously..’  ‘Obviously, what?’  ‘Obviously a trick.’

‘Exactly.’ Oats responded as he galloped over to the mixing booth and he used his powers to get the crowd to listen to the band. ‘Sorry about the inconvenience, folks, it seems one of our guests wasn’t behaving today. Enjoy the rest of the show.’  ‘Yeah, enjoy the show everyone.’

Corey and Oats had done it…they had saved Nathan, and they grabbed guitars from the walls and shot energy blasts at Dan, which sent him flying onto the ground and they defeated him. Nathan turned to him and that is when he realized…’I knew this exact scenario was familiar. This is…a nightmare spell.’  ‘Yes, a Dream-Eater spell, like the move in Pokemon.’ ‘This is like the Nightmare move too.’

Nathan walked onto the stage and began to feel a bit woozy, as he did..he felt sick and he collapsed from the stage, and landed on the floor, Dan tried to wake him up and get him back up only to be knocked out by Oats.  ‘And that is done.’

An hour later Nathan woke up…he was back in his apartment, he was in his bedroom, in his normal form, with Corey and Oats, in his clothes. ‘Yes, we did it.’ ‘You guys were right, it really was a nightmare.’ ‘Yeah you told us you knew something was up with Dan. Dan normally wouldn’t hypnotize anyone or turn them without asking. So that definitely was not Dan doing this to you.’ ‘It wasn’t?’ ‘Oh no, Dan must have been taken over by a dark presence.’ ‘Do you think the Creator did this to him?’ ‘You mean the Were-aykroyd known as Dark Dan the Creator?’ ‘Yes, him.’

‘You guys, I had the worst nightmare.’ Dan the were-aykroyd told them as he came into the bedroom. ‘The same one Nathan had?’ ‘Yes, I dreamed I was taken over by a demonic entity who was a dark version of me and I took Nathan to a concert of one of his favorite bands, only to corrupt him and make him into a grotesque parody of my species.’  ‘There there, it’s okay.’

Nathan hugged Dan. Corey and Oats also hugged him as well, that’s when Dark Dan manifested, having just exited  Dan’s nightmare and his body. ‘Noooo, you’re not supposed to hug and bond and be nice to each-other, you are supposed to hate Nathan for being a gross were-aykroyd.’  ‘Sorry, but in this universe were-aykroyds are nice.’

“And guess what? Since you’ve been such a bad boy..”

“We are going to punish you.”

Corey looked over at Dark!Dan with a look of disgust upon his face. ‘Dark Dan, for not only taking Nathan away from us and for brainwashing him, but also turning him against his own will into a grotesque parody of his species and for taking advantage of him for liking Dan Aykroyd, you are grounded until South Park gets a 27th season. And while you are grounded you will eat nothing but lumpy potatoes for EVERY…SINGLE..MEAL, even as a treat.’

‘Waaaaaaaaaaaa! This isn’t fair!’ ‘Don’t you go making that motorcar noise, because if you make that noise we will make you into one and sell you to Ray Zalinski.’  Dark!Dan sulked and screamed as a portal sucked him up and transported him into a prison dimension, where he was put on trial and found guilty.

The duo and Nathan all went to bed and had nice dreams, the next morning they got up and had breakfast and they headed off to have an adventure.   They had their favorite things for lunch and afternoon tea and also for dinner that evening, but Dark!Dan however was imprisoned and grounded and he had to eat lumpy potatoes for every meal, even for dessert which made him upset.

Nathan made it so Dark!Den got an additional punishment, he had to dress in the outfit Dan Aykroyd wore in the movie ‘Exit to Eden’ and dance to the song ‘Pony’ by Ginuwine, and lots of people recorded him doing the dance and put in on Youtube, where he became famous for his ridiculous attempt at a sexy dance.

And so the nightmare of Nathan’s was officially over and all was as it should be.

[iomontecillo]

Grotesquely ironically strokes Can be cause by an over-accumulation of cholesterol, which we’re socially indoctrinated to silently enable by “being politically correctly sensitive” by dishonesty avoiding using the term Morbidly Obese to describe someone so overweight they’re objectively a threat to themselves. This is just one of many reasons healthcareworkers May experience chronic fatigue, ethical demoralization or suicidality, which doctors over-represent statistically. The “commercial Care industry” is a contradictory roleplacement where existential investment is subjected to robotical structuralization and still infantastically demanded to be “warm”, which is the equivalent of a morbidly obese woman establishing a strip club, adopting babies to raise in the strip club, hiring male prostitutes to rape them and then demanding them to Dance naked against a pole pretending to feel attracted to their homosexual abuser. I meant every word of that. https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci02T8DtuHN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

as someone who does not match the culture’s current beauty standards, i don’t understand why feminist artists are hell-bent on making women look as ugly as possible

#- HK #like? why #why do you feel the need to exaggerate normal features into the grotesque as if that represents the biological feminine? #it’s actually kind of insulting #to tell someone with a bulbous nose that it #might as well look like an eggplant #or that the overweight woman has retained none of her shape #and i understand the majority of them are deliberate simplifications #but if that’s the case! why draw the tiny hairs on their legs? why draw the tiny hairs BETWEEN their legs? #that’s what’s really hideous; #because they’ve erased anything feminine in the overall #they carefully include the genitals because that’s all a woman is now #ADDITIONALLY #unpopular opinion #women are traditionally depicted as smooth because compared to men we are #lack of body hair is one of our biologically defining characteristics #BECAUSE gender is binary #if you’re trying to represent the idea of Woman stop drawing attention to the body hair #just as an aesthetic and thematic rule #sorry but it really makes me mad and I don’t even shave in the winter #I despise feminist art #mobile #x

[caffiend-queen]

SO much this...

I was hanging out with my sisters last night and we were all complaining about whatever current malady was afflicting us and I blurted out, “Remember back in college when we thought we were overweight?” Turns out we were all in the best shape of our lives. Not skinny- not our body type. But we were healthy and strong, we all had great muscle tone and we WERE in great shape. But we all remembered that period as feeling so unattractive because we weren’t grotesquely underweight and thus “not hot.”

AAAAGH! Whatever age you are now, embrace it. Appreciate yourself for your strengths and make yourself look in a mirror. REALLY look. Look at how beautiful you are and your lovely features and the kindness that shines from your eyes and appreciate your valiant body that strives and struggles to take care of you and be whatever you want it to be. 

You are beautiful.

#you're beautiful #you're strong #fuck what society tells you is beautiful

[transmanconfessions]

Body dysphoria should not be limited to gender only

For as long as I remember, my body never felt suitable for me. I hate looking at big mirrors that reflect my entire body, and I hate seeing photos of myself. I always see an ugly stranger that doesn't represent my true identity.

My identity troubled me from early childhood. I always enjoyed boys' activities and disliked girly ones. I was the best in my class at maths, physics, and technical drawing. When girls came to me crying and begging me to make preliminary sketches for them, I thought they just pretended not to understand such obvious designs to look more feminine. However, I was terrible at applying makeup, at female-oriented exercises, and I could not draw anything pretty except for geometric shapes, mountains, and sailboats. But, my gender never was and still is not the only part wrong with me as a person. My entire body is the problem. My body parts are wrong shapes, body proportions are all wrong, and short legs are why so many people mistreat me. Not only do people often confuse me with overweight boys when they don't see my face, but sometimes store associates even explain to me that their stores don't have clothes that could fit me and recommend me to shop in the children's departments.

Until recently, I didn't recognize the seriousness of my problem and was not aware of the solution to solve it. The help came from success stories of transgender athletes and a growing number of public school teachers identifying as genderless persons. Researching their stories online, I found the language that was finally able to describe the terrible feelings I have been feeling my entire life. I was finally able to read about other people who had the very same problems with themselves that I have with myself. These stories and the people behind these stories helped me realize that when the body doesn't fit a person's identity, they are able to change their bodies to match their identities.

I understand that in current times, the imaginary of changing the entire body sounds like either a grotesque comedy or utopian fiction. But, times change. Now, unlike just a few years ago, male pregnancy is a widely recognized norm, rejected only by transphobic cis white men who proudly claim anyone not fitting into forceful traditional gender roles as a spit in the face.

I did my research and found out that the latest scientific studies demonstrate that body-reshaping surgeries (currently limited to sex-reassessment ones) provide satisfaction and great improvements in self-esteem to the majority of individuals who have undergone these studies. These studies and the LGBTQ community's support of gender transitioners got me to realize that body reshaping surgery is the only hope for me and many people like me who are disgusted with their bodies. Gender transitioners showed me that these surgeries could help so many people beyond only gender corrective surgeries. I learned from people struggling with gender dysphoria that I didn't choose my identity, that I could never be happy with myself unless I changed my body to reflect my true self.

I want to share my story because I believe it's time to recognize that body dysphoria should not be limited to gender only. People don't choose their bodies, but every person deserves to have a body that fits their true selves.

[dercolaris]

The Puppet Show

Fandom: Resident Evil Village

Characters: Donna Beneviento, Salvatore Moerau, Angie, The Duke

Relationship: Donna Beneviento & Salvatore Moreau (Friendship)

Genre: Friendship, Hurt and Comfort

Word length: 2269

Warnings: No warnings

Status: Complete

Short summary: Salvatore Moreau often roams the village at night. One evening, he meets Donna Beneviento and her doll Angie.

Have fun!

The moon was unusually bright in the black sky, shrouding the forgotten village in an almost mystical glow. Salvatore blinked a little bit, looking up at the twinkling stars with the greatest effort. It was an extremely rare sight. The Lord smiled dreamily and lost himself for a moment in his own world of unfulfilled wishes and hopes of a simple man. A strong tug in his stomach made the doctor flinch. Less than ten seconds later, the black-haired man vomited a gush of green stomach acid across the muddy ground. Salvatore wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stared at his grotesque reflection in the resulting puddle. He grunted softly. What had the parasite made of him? The man clenched his crooked teeth as best he could and averted his eyes from the horrific sight in the liquid. He walked on through the village, constantly trying not to be discovered by the surviving residents. They would just laugh at him again or scare him away angrily. The doctor still hadn't come close to gaining the respect that the other counts had practically inherited. Despite the fact, Alcina and Karl in particular regularly complained about the lack of obedience of the common people. Incomprehensible. Salvatore snorted angrily. The arrogance of the two families often left the black-haired man speechless. None of them seemed to remember that they too were once part of the community and that their high position was achieved solely through their hard working ancestors. The man dragged himself through the night, occasionally throwing curious glances into the surrounding houses. He knew exactly where the living villagers were hiding in the darkness. They mostly sat with their heads bowed at the sparsely set dining tables and prayed together to a god who no longer existed. They became less every day. One after another was dragged away by the horde of wild lycans. Salvatore trudged to one of the boarded-up windows and peered through a crack into the interior of the house. A couple he knew from the old days sat at a broken door in the completely demolished kitchen. The woman's head was on the shoulder of the presumably sleeping or slowly dying husband, their hands tightly clasped together. She silently cried a few tears into her partner's dirty clothes. The Lord felt his heart grow unexpectedly heavy in his chest.

He had sincere pity for these people and sometimes wished that there could be some other way than to shamelessly exploit them for the ongoing experiments with the parasite. Mother Miranda had, of course, explained the necessity to him several times, but a little bit of doubt remained in his good soul. He stepped away from the window as quietly as possible and continued on his way. As is so often the case, Salvatore did not alert the lycans on patrol. These people deserved at least one night's rest in intimate togetherness. The doctor passed the ceremony area and took the opportunity to greet the obese trader. The merchant grinned contentedly and called happily to the walking Lord: “Good evening, Lord Salvatore. Where are you going right now? It's extremely rare to see you out here in the cold.” The black-haired man chuckled a little. He scratched his flaky skin and replied calmly: "You know that the villagers don't particularly like me, Duke. So for better or worse I'll have to postpone my walks into the nights if I want some peace and quiet.” The overweight man laughed out loud at this remark and took a drag on his stinking cigar. The Duke nodded in false understanding. Fortunately, he was extremely well disposed towards the black-haired man and saved himself derogatory comments about his appearance. Probably just out of sheer greed for money. As long as the customers paid reliably, it didn't matter what they actually looked like in the end. The trader replied in a good mood: “Absolutely understandable, Salvatore. I wish you a nice walk and you know where to find me if you should need something.” With these words, the Duke turned back to his favourite pastime. He bit the fragrant chicken leg in his bloated hand and tore out a piece of the tender meat, chewing contentedly on his late supper. The Lord gave him a short wave and strolled on through the unusually bright night.

At least one person who voluntarily exchanged a word with him. Salvatore finally reached the small river on the edge of the village. The silence of the place made the surroundings seem almost peaceful. How deceptive. He was just about to sit down by the clean water for a while and enjoy the moment of peace when he saw a figure wrapped in black on the jetty. The doctor was clearly surprised. He stepped cautiously closer, quickly spotted the little doll on the slippery wood. Her white dress moved in the light wind of the mountains and gave the false impression that it might be a lively little girl. Her owner, however, did not move at all, at that moment she appeared more lifeless than any of her impressive creations. Donna was a gifted and extremely talented doll maker, but her love for the little girls made of wood was clearly going too far. In general she was a very difficult person, which actually wasn't the poor woman's fault. Mother Miranda had told him in a secret conversation that the lonely Countess on the jetty was not really able to interact with the environment due to some mental illness and had been in compulsive self-isolation for years. The unexpected death of her parents had probably completely driven her insane at the time, so that Donna escaped into her own little world. Salvatore smiled sadly at the thought and slowly trotted towards the hooded doll maker. She apparently did not react to his approach, but the doll suddenly turned to him. The doctor stumped heavily onto the jetty and greeted them in a friendly manner: “Ms. Beneviento. What a pleasant surprise. I am probably not the only lost soul who wanders around the village at night."

The woman didn't move, but the wooden figure clattered slowly towards him. A female, squeaking voice came from the doll's mouth: "We don't like the other villagers, Moreau." The black-haired man giggled at this statement and nodded cautiously. He came to stand next to the Countess, panting, sucking air almost helplessly into his no longer properly functioning lungs. It was always a torture to move with this disfigured body. The man coughed lightly and calmly replied: “I really can't blame you for that. I feel the same way, Angie.” The doll began to giggle at the direct address, her mouth falling wildly open and closed again. She circled his massive figure and then returned to her owner. The wooden figure hopped onto the Countess's lap. This still sat like a pillar of salt on a large stone on the pier. Salvatore fell silent for a brief moment. How do you have an appropriate conversation with a mentally ill woman? He frowned, slightly puzzling. After a while the doctor asked hesitantly: “For once, may I keep you company for a while? I am now more than tired of the constant loneliness of my existence and miss interpersonal conversations.” The doll looked at its owner, who still did not move. They somehow seemed to be engaged in some kind of silent conversation. Finally, Angie turned back to the visitor and answered in a childlike voice: “If you can help me collect some materials, you are welcome to stay with us. Donna is also happy, even if she just can't really show it right now." The addressee perked up his ears. Salvatore smiled happily and nodded eagerly. He scratched his deformed chin and inquired curiously: “With pleasure. You said materials, yes? What exactly are you looking for here on the river bed?” Angie laughed triumphantly and slid elegantly from the silent doll maker's lap. She pointed with her woody fingers at a small basket at the end of the dock. The black-haired man looked inside and saw a multitude of elongated plants.

The doll suddenly appeared next to him and began to explain eagerly: “We mainly need reeds, because Donna wants to carve a new friend for our family tomorrow. She would like to make her an own basket out of the plant.” The doctor smiled a little and nodded in the affirmative. The wooden figure laughed overjoyed, then pointed to the bank with the wild reeds. Salvatore looked at the doll for a while, then carefully picked it up in his slippery arms and approached the wet stones of the embankment. His fingers gripped the first pipes, carefully trying to snap them off. The webbed feet made this undertaking more difficult than necessary. Angie herself helped the Lord by keeping the plants that he had already collected in her tiny hands and commented every now and then about the very good quality of the reeds. The black-haired man listened to the child's voice. He was really impressed. This rare company was giving him an incredibly well feeling in his heart. It filled the man with a long-forgotten ease that had long been lost due to his mutation. He snapped off another plant and mumbled softly to the doll, which had meanwhile sat on his back: “How many should we still take, Angie? I am not familiar with the art of braiding and I have to rely on your experience.” The wooden figure giggled mischievously and looked into its own little hand. She counted the reeds between her fingers, then seemed to consider. After a while she called out, louder than planned: "Two more and we've had enough, Moreau." The man chuckled and leaned back toward the plants. He said with amusement: "Well, if you say so, it will be true. I will get them for you." He took the desired number of reed and broke them with a bit of difficulty. In the end he handed the doll his harvest. She gratefully accepted the reeds. Together they returned to the doll maker, who actually lifted her head slightly this time.

The black mourning veil hid her face as usual, but Salvatore thought he had seen a small smile under the hood. Angie hurriedly hopped down from his hump and proudly presented her harvest to her owner: “Look, Donna! Is that enough? Yes, it is surely enough. We can use it to weave a beautiful basket for our new friend!” The Countess said nothing, just remained silent and motionless on the stone. The doctor rubbed his rough hands. This woman was really mysterious. Nevertheless, he had the feeling that she did not meet him with rejection, as it usually happened in his case. The black-haired man suddenly felt the pressure in his stomach again. He took a few deep breaths. Now was clearly the wrong time to vomit acid in front of a very kind lady. Salvatore successfully fought the nausea and spoke slowly: “You certainly want to weave the basket at home, don't you Ms. Beneviento? I can escort you back if you wish. The sun should come up in about an hour and I would like to make sure that you arrive safely at home.” Her head moved a little again. Despite this slight movement, the lively doll at his feet replied again: “Would you really do that, Moreau? How attentive! Donna would appreciate it very much. Come on, let's go home before they see us. I don't want to meet these annoying villagers.” The doctor held out his hand to the woman on the stone. Ignoring the help, she got up herself, then bent down to take Angie carefully in her arms. She walked leisurely up the path. Salvatore bowed his head a little disappointed. Perhaps she found him too repulsive after all and didn't appreciate his presence. Before he could think about it any further, he felt the doll maker's gaze on him. She had turned slightly to him. "Are you finally coming, Moreau?" Asked the doll with an almost mad laugh. This question literally made the Lord's eyes shine. He released himself from his rigidity and trotted quickly after the woman. Together they hiked to the house of the Benevientos. When he got to the front door, Salvatore came to a stop, panting heavily. This whole walk was more exhausting for him than he thought.

The doll maker opened the locked door with an ornate key and turned to her companion. Angie had meanwhile jumped off her arms and run into the house, talking loudly to the other dolls. The man smiled sheepishly and spoke politely: “Thank you very much for your precious time, Ms. Beneviento. Perhaps you can come and see me in my private property one day. I have an old television at home and I know some very good movies that you might also like. You can think about it, Ms. Beneviento.” Suddenly, the Countess became very stiff. As if in slow motion, her arms were raised and she took the veil from her head, showing her beautiful, pale face. A sprawling organism pulsed on her forehead to the beat of her heart. A smile crept onto her thin lips when she replied very quietly: "Donna." Salvatore forgot to breathe briefly. The Countess slowly raised her right hand and held it out to her companion. He carefully took her hand in his, lowered his head slightly and breathed a kiss on the back of the fragile hand. Salvatore replied happily: "Of course, Donna."

#Resident Evil 8 #Resident Evil Village #Donna Beneviento #Salvatore Moreau #Moreau #Beneviento #Donna #Salvatore #Friendship #Angie #Doll Maker

[bnhayyy]

you dont have to answer this, but people get so pissed when you say that you dont like how oda designs fat women to be seen as ugly, bc you yourself are a fat woman and that doesnt help your self esteem. ive tried to explain it to people nicely and they dont care, theyll try to brush it off or misconstrue it bc how dare you insult their favorite story teller/artist. im sorry youre dealing w this right now :(

Yeah, it's...

Look. It doesn't matter if Alvida has confidence in her appearance and feels good about herself as a fat woman when she is depicted as delusional for it and the fact that she dares think herself attractive is played as a joke. Even though I haven't met them yet, I have trouble being excited for that small handful of sympathetic overweight or unattractive female characters when I know that them being overweight is probably going to be depicted as intrinsically unattractive. Overweight female characters, in Oda's style, are depicted as hideous and grotesque. It becomes difficult to be lightened by the notion that they won't be depicted as evil in the future when, intentionally or not, the author is still going 'you are undeniably ugly and the only way to change that is by becoming thin'.

This is where I will note that it is possible to fat female characters and not depict them as ugly! Saiko Yonebayashi from Tokyo Ghoul is the first example that comes to mind in my case. She is stated and shown to be overweight, but she is also depicted as cute, and although she does naturally lose some weight over the course or the series as she becomes more active, she becomes more toned and muscular, which is in line with her body type, rather than suddenly becoming thin and slender.

This is not me saying that Oda is a bad writer and One Piece is badly written or a morally corrupt manga. It is me saying that it is not perfect, and honestly, I don't appreciate it when people get upset with me for not pretending that it is. This is me saying that as an overweight woman, reading Tokyo Ghoul and seeing Saiko actually made me feel good about myself, but all too often, One Piece makes me feel like absolute garbage. I see characters like Alvida and Big Mom and feel disgusting, hideous, and absolutely worthless. And the fact that the manga is good in other ways does not change that.

#Fatphobia #Fatphobia in manga #discourse #one piece critical #serious #answered #this is NOT anti one piece mind you #and i am NOT a discourse blog #or typically a 'critical' blog #but this issue hit me hard enough #and the reactions to my not liking it were serious enough #that is felt worth discussion in a longer post #on which note #long post

[creepsmcstuffins]

Living with a Irish Fae

I live with a Dullahan. No, it's not some grotesque headless horseman that throws its head at you or takes its spine whip and snatches you up into a skeletal wagon. Nor does it throw a bucket of blood on you when you get too close to it.

Sorry, if you think that, but its.... Rather HE is just an asshole. Who eats all my food, leaves the lights on, terrorizes (not really though) my dogs and shits with the door open to the bathroom. He's am Irish bloke, with a smart damn mouth. And yes he does, indeed, own a horse. His horse is better company than the loud asshole that lives with me. His horse is a black stallion that goes by the name of Caboose. A friendly boy, and I even get to ride him, when the dullahan isn't working.

Cullen O'Houlihan. That's his full name. He's a bastard man. But I'm sure your wondering how we met. Well, I'll take you back a bit.

My name is Ebonie Brown. And I was driving home one morning after working a long 10 hours. The old country roads that I drive are usually empty. Save for the occasional deer or possum in or on the side of the road. And maybe if a neighbor, I say that lightly, left one of the gates open and a cow might be grazing along the road. In the early hours of the morning, the sun could be seen peeking over the mountains. I live in a heavily mountainous area, where a lot of agriculture is farmed. Mostly corn, if I'm honest. The sun was leaving the sky pink and red, lovely hues that I enjoyed seeing.

Without warning, a horse was in the middle of the road, barely smashing into the animal, I turned the steering wheel, swerving away from the horse. Not completely hitting it, but not missing it either. I hit its rear, or what seemed like a hit. Spinning out and luckily not going into a ditch or being bent around a tree, I got out.

"What the hell!? I could-" the horse still stood. Like nothing happened! Though it... It shimmered like a... Phantom of some sort... it... looked at me, with... Big black eyes... Empty hollowed eyes, black as night. It snorted at me, black smoke pooling out from its nostrils. I took a glance at the rest of it, like it's head, the body shimmered. Black shadows enveloped it, shifting at the horse moved his neck to look at me better. I shivered as it moved.

"Uh... nice horsey?" I asked, more of a whimper, and holding my hands up. In defense, hoping this... Nightmare wouldn't decide I was food... or something... Jumping at a rustling sound, coming from the tree line near where I was standing. The horse let out another snort. And a... A man came out. Tall... tall as shit. Im a 5ft 2in woman, a little overweight, if I'm honest. And he was a giant! At least 6ft... He was wearing black armor, accompanied by an obsidian sword and a spine whip.

I know. I know, I said that he doesn't use the whip, but let me continue.

This man... He didnt have a fucking head. Scratch that, he had a head, he was just holding it in his arms. The head looked at me. At my eye level. He had brown thick hair, and golden eyes. The eyes were shimmering like the horse's eyes and body. The head had gold light flowing from it and the body had a purple aura pouring from it. Power, dark power came from both, the horse and its rider. I stepped back, and stared at the head.

"The fok you starin' at?" It spoke, thick Irish accent prominent, "You ever seen a man at night like this, ya idiot!?"

I was speechless, frozen. I didn't expect the head to talk. It frowned at me,

"Well!? Don't stand there gapin' like a fish! SPEAK!!" His voice rang out loud and even made some sleeping birds flutter past us. The horse snorted, pawing at the ground. The head looked at the horse then back at me.

"You hi't 'em?!" He barked at me, snapping me out of my stupor,

"N-no? I.. I mean... he... i..." I stuttered, still not moving. The head huffed and the body moved, reattaching the head to itself.

"Whats your name?" He crossed his arms, and leaned his weight off to one side, the sword swinging as he shifted his weight.

"Ebonie... Brown." I spoke slowly, eyeing the sword more than the whip. Then looked back up at him.

"Well I'm Cullen O'Houlihan. And you hit Caboose. You hurt his feelings. Now. You owe us." He smiled evilly at me. I frown, starting to drown in whatever shitty possibilities he had in mind. The male bent down and smiled at me,

"Well Miss Brown. Where ya live at? I'm gonna need a place to rest m' weary 'ead." I shutter, and nod, getting back into my car. He mounted his horse and followed me home. We arrived at my mother's home... Thankfully she and my sister were sleep still. I parked and got out.

"Uh... what are you gonna do with... Your horse? He-"

"He'll be fine out here." Cullan yawned and dismounted. And strode up to me.

"Cute lil' house. Your Ma?" He nodded at the house. I nodded,

"Yeah. Come on... I only have one bed so..." I walked to my door, and unlocked it.

"Oh?" I could hear the smug look and smile on his face,

"Care to have a night with an Irish lad then?" He bent close to my cheek. I could feel Cullen's breath. It was cold, like a frozen wind, on a snowy December night. I hit him with the screen door.

"You can sleep on my dogs bed. I don-" Cullen barked out a yelp of surprise, rather than pain. I smirked and walked into the door. Slipping my shoes off. He followed, having to bend a bit to get through the door.

"Well. This is... not what-"

"Shut up. If your staying the night-" He threw a bag of money, gold rather at my head. And shot me a look, that said "that aught to be enough." I rolled my eyes. His armor melted, and transformed into comfy pajamas. Cullen gave a stretch and looked at me.

"Bed? I'm quite tired." I nodded, pointing at my room. Walking through the doorway, he plopped, face first into the bed. Snoring before I could walk in after him. I sighed, stupid bastard was supposed to sleep elsewhere. It's fine I guess... just for one night. I slipped in next to him, careful not to get to close to him. I pulled my plaid blanket close and then reached over pulling another blanket over Cullen. I huffed and fell asleep.

I woke up to clattering and a scream, I shot out of my bed. Cullen was looking for whatever, not stopping to look at him I rushed outside, snatching my gun and pulling the slide, loading a bullet into the chamber. My mom was screeching at the black (non shimmering) horse standing in the garden. Caboose was eating her cucumbers... I lowered my gun.

"Shit...." Cullen followed me out, spoon in hand, eating out of my applesauce jar. He was snickering.

"WHO ARE THEY!?" my mom yelled at me, pointing at Cullen and Caboose. I held my hand up and she stopped panicking.

"This is..." I paused... I didn't know what to say! What was I supposed to say!? As if reading my mind, Cullen stepped forward, pushing the jar into my hands.

"Hello!" His voice clear and friendly, he stepped forward and extended his hand,

"Im Cullen! Cullen O'Houlihan! Pleasure to finally meet you Miss Boyd! I'm your daughter's boyfriend." He smiled widely and as charming he could.

My mom took his hand and her eyes grew clear, as if I had mentioned this random ass man before.

"Oh! Cullen! I remember Eb saying something about you! Wonderful to finally meet you!" She smiled at the man, then scolded him,

"You need to move your horse though! He's eating my garden!" At a snap of Cullen's fingers, Caboose, the nightmare horse moved.

"So sorry about the inconvenience. I'll make sure he stays out of the plants Miss." He walked back over to me, flashing me a look. And he plucked the applesauce jar from my hand, and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. And pressing our cheeks together.

"I hope you don't mind me crashin' here! I've got rent money for us." He pulled out a stack of money from his pocket and held it out to my mother. She gratefully took it and nodded. Leaving us alone outside to stare at Caboose who was eating the weeds next to my old red Chevy. Cullen didn't move, but stood still smirking at me, and gave me a pointed look.

"Well, Darlin'," he drew out the word, "Darlin'", "I guess your stuck with me." He kissed my cheek, his lips cold. And walked off. I sighed, now I have a.... I realized I didn't know what the hell he was. I turned and followed him inside,

"What-"

"A Fae. Specifically a Dullahan." He mused. Ok so he could read my mind. Cullen looked at me and smiled, sitting in my spinning computer chair. I opened my mouth again, he spoke, this time in my head, smiling that stupid ass Cheshire cat grin,

"I'm here cause I'm curious. Tired living in the fuckin forests and meadows of Ireland. But the civilization was a bit much for me and Caboose, so I opted for a cooler area. The mountains was what he and I agreed on. You just happened to be unlucky to come across us. I found a dead dog in the road where you "hit" Cabose. And I wanted to give the poor thing a decent burial." Cullen finished his story and plopped the empty applesauce jar on my computer desk.

"This is my new home.... But if you move, I'll move with you."

So... I guess that'd the first thing? To write about... for now. My new boyfriend is a Dullahan. A legit one... his... head is floating over here now. I gotta go... I'll write again soon.

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