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Stella The Living Suit
Stella is an interesting character I’d like to use sometime in the future. Basically, she has the appearance of a woman, but she’s only an inch or so thick and completely hollow inside. She loves to ‘wear’ people, then control their bodies and minds. Another strange one.
Being an inflatable toys sucks in real life
I sat in the bathroom floor with an air tank hooked up to my air nozzle, questioning my entire life. For a moment, it felt like I was safe from the world around me, just a little sanctuary reserved between me and the rare bits of normalcy left in my life. I picked and pried at the bandage wrapped around my leg, courtesy of my fast-acting husband - even just a small puncture in my leg was enough to render me into a pile of PVC, or whatever the hell I am now.
I get it… this is my fault, but I can’t tell anybody. I can’t tell anyone that I fell for some stupid online scam and ordered the thing in the mail. I also can’t tell anyone that I get my rocks off to really weird things on the internet (how do you explain an inflation fetish to people to begin with? At least BDSM and latex has some cultural backing). I indulged in a fantasy that became too real too fast, and now I don’t know how to undo it. I can’t just ’take it off’. Despite being no more complex than a literal pool toy, I can still somehow simulate movement and dexterity, as well as a working brain, feelings, thoughts, anything my normal human body used to do. The difference is being much, much lighter and being really easy to lift and push around.
My only saving grace is that I can still have kind of a normal life. I can still go to work and take care of everyone at home, but the weird looks never stop. My cursed biology forces absolutely everything to be different. For instance, the air nozzle being in place of my mouth really sucks and is a major handicap. Another thing is how easily I can puncture myself and go flat. It is a gigantic bitch and I need to keep tape on me at all times, which is why you see me on the bathroom floor right now, pumping myself back up as I’m tending to a wound that wasn’t properly sealed. I still find it disturbing that these wounds can grow back and heal, but that’s better than staying damaged permanently, I guess.
The Modeling department
(Can’t move… can’t speak… everyone is looking at me… why aren’t they doing anything!??)
At Mav-Co, shoplifting has serious consequences. Or at least when you get accused of it.
After being at the store for a while, the owners begin putting her to use.
NiteChangers 2020 - Mannequin
A lil bit late on this one, but I just wanted to do a followup on the original mannequin girl, Sammy, and what she’s doing these days in October. While not completely successful in removing the mannequin morph, she still figured out to regain control of her body and now manages an adult store.
The Modeling Department - Veridae
Veridae felt her magic welling up as she tried to take initiative, but it was incredibly weak and suppressed, barely enough to register as existing. Rendered totally naked in the middle of a department store, the witch-turned-mannequin’s only signs of life were her eyes and some tightened, stiff wobbling locked into a reluctant pose. Every joint and muscle in her body was petrified and left at the mercy of anyone to pose, and this particular one conveyed the groping of her own breasts.
Despite this unashamed display of nudity and imprisonment, everyone who passed by Veridae acted with no shock or hesitation. At best, she would irritate people, and her thrashing and panicking was considered no more than a store disturbance.
Even as the store closed, Veridae remained stuck and petrified in her new body, given no more rights than the literal display model that she was. No going home, no leaving, no turning back - simply living the life of a mannequin as she was left to stare at the others in the store.
The Modeling Department - Remy and Makoto
Makoto convinces Remy to try out for a modeling job being offered by the MavCo department store chain. Said offer was ominous and vague, and Remy even opposed it at first, but the money being promised wasn’t too bad. Before they both knew it, they were modeling in sexy outfits in the middle of the store, totally petrified and unable to scream for help as people walked by without even a semblance of shock.
The Modeling Department - Attica
Attica was one of the very few people who saw through the illusion the store was casting. Unfortunately, her attempts to blow the whistle on what was going on was for naught as she felt a paralyzing stiffness overtake her body…
The Modeling Department - Miku
Miku’s appearance within the mall remains a mystery. She has never once stepped foot into a MavCo mall, let alone this realm of Earth, if the fox ears and tails weren’t a big giveaway. Still, like all the other victims, nobody really notices anything out of the ordinary and she’s left struggling with no help.
The Modeling Department - Shalia
It was how their dispute was truly meant to be settled. Tyamet, who was now mysteriously a retail manager, fawned over the store’s latest mannequin, who might’ve mysterious looked like a long-time nemesis. Adorned in a nice body suit and some various lingerie, the firebird was silent and restrained, her budges barely a sign of life. Even in petrification, Shalia’s anger was palpable, but alas she was nothing but a display piece for Tyamet to treat as a victory.
The Modeling Department - Summer
Unlike most of the mannequins in the mall, Summer transformed herself on purpose. All it took was some intentional vandalism and provoking and the process was immediate. She now poses happily for everyone on display, hoping the changes will last for a long time.
The Modeling Department - Allison
As a half-rabbit, Allison made a great new addition to the modeling line. What better way to advertise a bunny suit than with a bunny girl? Of course, she didn’t read between the lines before signing up.
The Modeling Department - Jyubei
A big secret about the mannequin curse is that anyone can turn into one and turn back - as long as they don’t fight it. Jyubei got a major rush every time she went through the process - the feeling of being objectified and posed at MavCo mall was unparalleled, and it went from being a cautious tease to a repeat addiction.
The Modeling Department - Ayana
Ayana reached an advanced stage of the mannequin morph, in which she was halfway conscious of her surroundings. A state of pleasure polarized between dreams and reality, which achieved a nice sweet spot. She preferred being on a stripping pole.
The Modeling Deparment - Shirley Fenette
I don’t have much of a story for this one because this is based off an anime character, and I know nothing about the show. I will say that she’s in a more advanced stage of the changes where she’s losing most of her consciousness. Not permanent, just that she’s kind of in a sleep state.
The Modeling Department - Meguca
“I had a dream last night where I was in a dept store. I couldn’t move, so I looked down. My whole body was a mannequin. I kind of stayed in place while people shopped. Only my eyes were able to move.”
Meg the Mannequin Model
Trapped inside of her own body, Meg is now at the mercy of the incredibly bizarre mannequin curse that is now experimenting with her poses. She remains in full nudity in front of hundreds of passing mall goers, all of whom respond with no shock or worry at her sight.
Latch - Sylpheed Infiltrator
It was Latch’s first day: she was assigned to an overrun street in Tokyo, rendered completely in darkness after intense supernatural activity was detected. It was darker than midnight - a type of perpetual twilight. More and more of these occurances were popping up in the East, faster than anyone could adapt to.
The air was windy and chilled the skin beneath her praxal suit. Every muscle on her body was tense and honed, and not even the slightest spasm could go unseen beneath the layer of mesh coating her skin. Her ears twitched to the slightest sounds of leaves blowing, of nearly dead street lights losing their spark, always turning her head and shifting around. Latch’s hypersensitivity kicked in; she still wasn’t used to this part of her new biology yet. It kept her poised and ready to fight, even when she wasn’t in danger. She closed her eyes momentarily. Repeating ‘focus’ in her mind, she closed in on her main objective, blocking everything else out. Her jumpiness seemed to relax a bit. She rubbed her arms, shaking.
A synthesized voice chimed in her ears. A heads-up display floated in her vision, listing her captain on the other end. “Nervous?”
Latch’s voice synth responded. “Yes. A little.”
“You’ll get used to this.”
The captain was punctual and stern. He never spoke more than necessary, so it was rare to hear anything like a confidence booster. It was more a reminder of her new nature. ‘You’ll get used to this’, he said. He was right: she knew of the effects before signing up, but her demeanor developed far colder than she expected. Less empathy, less worry, fear replaced with viciousness. That part of her, she worried, would be erased completely by this new… thing. Latch tried to think about her friends and why she did this in the first place. It was the only way she could seek vengeance.
It was the only way we could save you…
After a horrendous blast rendering her with mortal wounds, London and was admitted to an emergency room where she was revived and put on Lyminate Life Support (LLS), an experimental medical process developed by Parmenio that’s used on dying patients. London wakes up, barely given enough time to process how her right arm went missing when she immediately shifts into uncontrollable panic, unable to scream as she tries to rip off the lyminate grafted to her entire body.
The blue plus signs on London’s body are in tune with her heart, beating along with its thumps. The lungs, while not functional in her current form, provide a small window into their current condition - blue means fine, while other colors imply impurities or damage. There is a small feeding tube right above the clavicle - regenymals are still mostly human, so they still require food and water like normal people.
Parmenio stands over London, giving her a rundown of her new form.
Ah, you are awake! That did work, excellent! Can you stand? ….Oh yes…yes! Yes, this is exactly what I was hoping for! The doctors all said it would’ve been a couple of weeks before you could get out of bed. …You’re wondering why you feel weird. Ahem Do not be alarmed. What did I say about being alarmed? This is what’s helping you even function after all. It’s called “lyminate”, except it’s my own version~. This type of lyminate fuses to your skin, allowing you to remain a functional member of society, even while healing from major injuries! ….Yes, you remember the bomb blast you both took, I hope. the LLS - or Lyminate Life Support as I call it - will heal you and make you not feel the pain of your injuries, while allowing you to keep going on with your day! And that missing arm of yours? Give it a few weeks and you’ll be wiggling your fingers in no time! However, I must warn you: lyminate is less than easy to remove from organic bodies. It’s quite clingy, really. In fact, that goes towards removing it in general… There’s a small chance you may be like this for the rest of your life. But it was a risk myself, and everyone else, was willing to make to keep you alive. I hope you understand…
Lymninal Wearing Latex Suit
Sometimes, lyminals will wear latex suits. Model is Rene.
This is the same character as in Everyday.
Rene’s Personal Space
I don’t have a story for this one. I just liked drawing Rene doing casual stuff in her room. Since she’s a lyminal, she’s already built to function without clothes on, so she just removes them when she gets home. I also haven’t drawn her in forever and thought it was good time to bring her up again. Got sick of how depressing the story got so I’m thinking of what to do with it later.
The New Evil Veridae
Brief description since this is a lil confusing to look at: Basically, Veridae gets possessed by an evil mannequin in her basement (often the place where bad stuff happens to her). The mannequin has been like this for many years and, for reasons unknown, spent some of those in her residence. However, this is the first time Veridae took notice of it, namely because it was made of lyminate, which is almost never a good thing. Seeing the lock symbol, she makes the mistake of trying to ‘unlock’ whatever has been sealed away inside of this thing, and all hell breaks loose. The mannequin suddenly begins taking on the appearance of Veridae, but not without stealing those attributes from her body and leaving her with petrified lyminate. Once the changes finished, Veridae could do nothing but panic and wobble in terrified silence as the evil spirit totally hijacked her entire body. Now in Veridae’s body, the spirit was allowed to do whatever he wanted, use any of her powers and take advantage of the situation to keep himself in power.
Dempsie - Rubber Doll TF
Sometimes, Dempsie will turn herself into a rubber doll after a stressful day at work, courtesy of the Magick Rubber Doll Dildo™. Normally, it times out after 8 hours or so and frees her, but this time she wakes up the next morning still trapped as a doll. She tries her best to bend upwards against her stiffened rubber body and notices a little lock symbol on her belly.
Mia’s Skintrap Contract
I decided to go back to a series of sketches I did over year ago and redo em, but with a new twist (also, I think the originals might be uploaded somewhere on my account.)
Mia, eager to try out a bondage morph from the nefarious Monolith Ultra, discovers that she signed up for a very unwanted experience. Mia now has to live the next three years of her life stuck in a skintrap morph, bounding her arms into her chest and fusing her legs together among other issues. This honestly looks like a fun character to work with - someone who’s legit trapped in their own body and has to deal with the consequences.
For a recap: Mia used a bondage morph, not realizing it was set to last for three years. She has done pretty much everything to fight and resist it but with no real success, and now she’s half-way through the duration of the sentence. I wanted to explore how she’s adjusted since then and what her normal life is like.
It’s been almost three years since Mia has endured her skintrap morph, and the mysterious three-year timeout period is about to meet its end. While still unable to reverse the effects (so far), she has managed to modify her body in such a way that she can levitate and use “arms”, much like a neurosentry. Since the changes, Mia has allowed herself to be a part of scientific studies for the purposes of figuring out what the Monolith Ultra entity is. Her friend, Cody, has also been a loyal friend throughout the experience, and knows a thing or two about experiencing morphs, himself. I generally just like making my OCs interract with each other.
After three long years spent in a skintrap morph, Mia’s day of freedom was finally here. To Mia, the very idea of not only living like this for so long but actually finally reaching the end was totally surreal. The fantasy of living one’s fetish became reality for Mia, and she could confidently tell those around her after three years that it’s sometimes fun, sometimes not, but ultimately not recommended. She spent her last few days leading up to the date in both hope and dread, unsure of what would become of her. Despite what the contract said, there was still no indication that she would actually be freed on the exact date it stated. Her friend Cody even suggested that, by allowing herself to be studied and researched to better understand where the morph came from, it could’ve possibly voided the contract and extended it. There was also the possibility that she would wake up completely free of her morph prison and it would finally be behind her. Neither happened.
Instead, Mia awoke completely the same. She looked herself up and down in her bed waiting for something to happen. In her mind, she cursed herself - she knew she wouldn’t turn back. All this time she spent waiting for nothing, and yet she wasn’t surprised. She hung her head in frustration, facing the possibility that she may never turn back when she noticed something different: the Monolith Ultra branding on her chest had disappeared.
Lia - Lyminal TF
Rae - Lyminal TF
Sera - Lyminal Ballerina
Sera - Lyminal Geisha
Sera the Wtich Lyminal
Sera finds the perfect Halloween costume.
Sera - Lyminal Nun
Vemmy - Lyminal TF
Latch the Lyminal
NiteChangers 2020 - Dempsie Doll
Dempsie tries out one of those famed “doll morphs” and has a blast. It seems fun at first, but little does she know…
Kai’s Headcleaner Predicament
After turning herself into a headcleaner, Kai goes the extra mile with a secret little function to keep her satiated through the day. The only problem is finding out how to turn it off!
Staying After-Hours
The MavCo Fashion store had a bit of a notorious reputation. Located very sparsely in a few select malls, the chain was popular for its brand of tight-fitting, exotic and lustrous outfits, befitting of anyone ready to push the envelope on what counts as publicly acceptable. Perhaps even weirder than the store chain, however, is the owner itself - a very reclusive woman whose name evades most yet seems to appear out of nowhere at the most fitting, or unfitting, times.
Shural was no native to Earth, so her understanding of malls, let alone human culture, was hard to grasp. Yet even then, the vulpine’s floppy ears always caught wind of friends and neighbors discussing their own experiences, and she managed to put a few pieces together. Given her roguish nature, breaking into the mall, itself, was no trouble, and neither was finding the MavCo Fashion Department. Going inside the already opened doors, it was indeed decked out with fabulous, shiny things to plaster on one’s body like a second skin, but that wasn’t what she was looking for. Right in the middle of the store stood a pale white mannequin, exactly as her neighbors described: slightly bluish hair, swirly hypnotic eyes, and soft, supple skin that looked both vibrant and plastic. By the time she approached it and took in the fact it was a vulpine just like herself – its eyes staring down at her own - it was already too late.
Her body stiffened and straightened out. Joints fused and locked up. Gone was her lush, flaxen fur coat, now just another victim to the all-consuming wave of muted, shiny white. Her jaw gobbed and smacked, doing her best to keep her mouth from completely sealing shut. The faintest groaning emitted from her nostrils before going totally silent for good. The tendril emerging from the magick rune on the floor took no time at all to completely convert her into just another mannequin, not unlike the one in front of her. What should’ve been a traumatic incident for Shural was instead a heightened fantasy – every part of her body shivered in pleasure, and posing while mallgoers watched filled her with unfamiliar, yet erogenous thoughts she never thought she could experience.
Suddenly, Shural wanted to pose. She wanted to be in front of crowds, to be dressed, to be called pretty, shiny, cute, even fuckable – if she got attention, it didn’t matter. Shural the Diamond Mannequin was a distant far cry from the ratty, petulant thief she was known for being back home. All of that was gone now. As a lustrous and feminine vulpine, Shural was all about style, fashion and leaving an impression, all without moving a muscle. People smiled and gawked at her because she knew she looked that good. Granted, she could teleport around a bit, but only when people weren’t looking. Changing poses was also possible, but she didn’t do it too often or else the illusion would be broken.
Days passed, then weeks. Maybe even over a month. Finally, Shural’s curse lifted. It was hard to remember how – she recalled visions of a female releasing her - but upon regaining her own independence and life back, she felt as if she were a new person. A new Shural, even. Friends and neighbors were relieved to see the wily and paranoid Shural again after being missing for so long, but clearly something had changed. Suddenly, She loved fashion, she loved modeling, she loved looking lady like and feminine – all of which was her complete antithesis. A wild animal that barely fit into her own society, let alone humanity’s, was now wearing high heels and expensive dresses. She seemed happy, maybe even happier than before, but on some nights, the urges returned. Deep down, that feeling didn’t go away, and sometimes she just had to change back again, posing in her bedroom as she stared out into the night sky.