*thwip*

*thwip*

*gulp, gulp, gulp*

“And there we have it ladies and gentlemen, our undefeated champion wins the match by devouring his opponent.  With an unmatched record, who will be brave enough to take him on next week?  Will they triumph, or will they simply end up nothing more than meat crushed behind his inhuman abs?  Tune in next week for another edition of the ‘No Rules Fighting Championships’“

Sometimes two legs just aren’t enough...

My little cousin Danny is quite a hunk...

A little transformation 1

“Hey, look at the outfit I just got sent.”

I turn around to see my little brother with a shiny black one piece suit.  He’s holding it up in front of him seeing if it’ll fit.

“Who sent you that?” I ask.

“I’m not sure,” he replies.  “I haven’t ordered anything, and it doesn’t even have a return address on the box.”

“Someone’s playing a prank, surely,” I muse.

“Maybe,” he replies, “but I’m going to put it on and see what it looks like.”

He rushes back to his bedroom and quickly strips down to his underwear.  Picking up the suit, he tries to find the zip but it doesn’t seem to have one.  He feels around the material and there aren’t any seams at all.  Trying the collar, he notices it is nice and stretchy...

Carefully, he pulls it open, sliding one leg in, followed by the other.  Slowly, gently, he pulls the suit up, feeling it tight to his skin.  As it reaches his waist, he looks down and sees that the suit is so perfectly fitting that it seems as though it is a second skin.

“Hmmm,” he ponders, “I wonder where they got my exact sizes...”

Continuing to pull the suit up, he slides his arms in, and finally slides the collar up onto his neck.  Seeing his feet poking out the bottom, he throws a pair of white socks on and finishes off with a pair of trainers.

“So bro, what do you think?” he asks.

I take a good look - since when did my little bro get so tight?

“Oh, bro,” he says, woozily, “I don’t feel so good.”

He bends over, clutching at his stomach as though he’s going to vomit, when suddenly an extra leg bursts out of each side of his waist.  Just as I stare in wonder at this, his torso stretches up and more arms suddenly appear.

“Holy shit/This is cool,” he says, from two separate mouths.

He stands up, now towering over me, his body completely changed.

“Hold on bro,” he says from his upper mouth. “I feel another change coming...”

Russell is one of my boytaur buddies...

The last picture that one of Dylan’s meals sees...