A HEAD FOR A BODY

A HEAD FOR A BODY

A HEAD FOR A BODY -Celty Sturluson Transformation (Durarara!!)-

[Artwork by Crow Aberdeen]

The spur of an engine filled the garage as Celty parked her full Black Motorcycle which resembled a Yamaha Vmax into a motor bike stand, which kept it planted well to the ground.  Celty was a white skinned Scottish woman of average height with a slender build and small perky breasts; and while out on her motorbike she wore black fitted gloves and black shoes resembling penny loafers, as well as a comfortably fitting full body white leather biker suit with a zipper that ran from the collar covering the neck all the way down to her navel.  The sleeves around the wrists and ankles of the suit had breathability to them without being opened wide (still clinging well to the body).  She never wore helmets though as she preferred to feel the wind whipping her hair about; she lived for the rush of riding top speed down curving roads and adored having all her senses in the mix while doing so.  Always finding ways to push her driving further, she was on a constant search for methods to going faster and experiencing as many sensations she could while driving.  It was the ultimate freedom to her, almost ecstasy and honestly she’d ride naked if she could.  For whatever reason though Celty wound up buying a biking helmet today.  “Why did I want this darn thing?” Celty thought as she revealed the helmet from the carrier bag she was hauling it in.  It was a rounded yellow bike helmet (a soft blue color on the backside) with a black dark tinted visor and pointed ear openings on the topside that resembled triangular cat ears.  Maybe it was her love for cats that convinced her to buy it.

Celty had a striking face, youthful in appearance, sharpened near the chin, slightly large ears (that still looked cute framed with her head) and with faded blue eyes and wavy brown shoulder length hair that traveled around the contours of her face erotically.  She made a pouting face beginning to regret her decision.  “Well I know one way it might be useful.” Celty commented as she fit the helmet on her head and mounted her bike once more.  “I’ve been wanting to try this with a helmet on.”  Celty was a true motor bike addict in every sense and that included being a mechanophiliac as well.  She would often pleasure herself by revving her bike’s engine while rubbing her clit beneath her leather suit (sometimes without) against the hard rubber seat.  The vibrations of the vehicle really got her going and she always wondered how the element of wearing a helmet would come into play.  The clouding of the visor and muffled breaths filling the chamber of the helmet; it all sounded exciting in theory, which was enough to convince Celty to try it.  “Lets make this cat purr, hee hee.” Celty playfully said (whether she was referring to the bike or herself only she knew).

The leather jumpsuit fully zipped up to just under her chin Celty started the engine.  She spread herself forward with her upper body in a streamlined sports bike position, but kept her legs and butt protruding back in a very showy manner.  The vibrations began and Celty sat for a few minutes welcoming them.  No revs, just soft tremors being sent through her body to get her started.  Eventually she felt heat rising in her loins; her whole body was beginning to drip in a light sweat.  “mmmm, yea…” Celty muttered as she approached a composed pleasurable state.  Her lower lips were ready.  Celty gave a good large rev of the engine which rattled the metal beast and fired a primal shiver through her agitated folds.  “Aauuhh! Yaaaahh.”  She let out as the first wave hit her exactly as she liked.  Celty revved the engine again and again, each time shuddering her body and compelling moans from her mouth.  “Oh darling you do such great work. Oh yea, keep giving it to momma.”  She slurred out, teasing the inanimate object pleasing her.  Celty began a plunging motion back and forth from her original position in order to stimulate her clit further.  It was an experience she was used to, but now the factor of the helmet was coming into play. 

She heard her muffled moans inside the helmet and couldn’t deny it got her excited hearing her usual amorous sounds with a different resonance.  The visor was clouded from her heavy breathing and the heat in general was causing her to sweat more than usual from her hair and face.  Celty felt slick and wet inside the helmet and she liked it.  “awh so hot, yes.  I feel youuu.” Celty said seductively as she revved the engine again while sliding her thighs and slit across the seat of the bike.  It was sweltering inside the helmet now and it seemed as if it were getting darker within, but Celty payed little attention to it.  “Almost there! Hah ha yes. Hah hah more, harder, faster!!” She called out as she revved in quicker successions and her grinding picked up speed.  Unbeknownst to Celty (her eyes closed) a thick dark mist of some sort was now filling the space inside the helmet.  The mist was circling around her head moving in anticipating manner.  All Celty could think about was the release she was about to feel and she gave one large long rev of the engine sending ripples of bliss across her whole body.  “Faster, faaaaster! I’mmmm cuumminggg cuummaaahhhh haaaaaaa yesssss!” Celty cried out as her vagina let loose a stream of cum into her jumpsuit; the leather material amplifying the sensations of her rattling body chafing against it (she was wearing no clothes underneath).  At the simmering point of her climax the mist halted briefly in the helmet and then clamped itself hard around Celty’s entire head. 

“Mffff mfffff!!”  Celty screamed as the now solid formed mist tightened itself around her head.  It felt slightly chilled against her skin, similar in texture to that of her leather bodysuit.  She couldn’t breathe and brought both hands quickly off the throttles of her bike and up to the helmet to pry it off.  The helmet would not come off however; she brutally tugged at it, her neck being pulled uncomfortably with each attempt.  Part of her hair was caught all around her face and in her mouth, clamped in position from the black substance.  Her head was shut in, trapped within the helmet.  “fffhmmm! Hmmm!!!”  Celty continued to yell.  Eyes were wide open, but she saw nothing but utter darkness, her sweat coated face pressing hard against the organic leather, substance, or whatever it had now become.  Suddenly, long strands and other black appendages began creeping their way out of the compact opening between the helmet and Celty’s head.  They moved about like snakes across Celty’s body, some spreading wide and vast as they did.  The black material seemed as if its goal was to engulf her entire body in a sea of blackness as it did her head.  Celty, still clawing at her helmet, began to feel her leather suit peeling away from her skin, almost like it was melting.  The black appendages were eating away at it and replacing its coverage with their own across her body.  The black mass now enveloping her had the same feeling of cold leather as the wrapping around her head.  Celty’s heartbeat was racing in a panic.  Just when she was about to get off the bike and try to blindly stumble outside and get help she felt the black mass entrapping her body snap onto her in familiar fashion. 

Shivers were coursing through Celty’s body and the blood rushing through her veins violently as her body reacted to the sudden encasement.  Her entire body was being hugged tightly by this black material.  The black matter slowly began taking a familiar form.  It was shaping itself to the image of Celty’s biker apparel from before, only now colored black and the collar unzipped from the neck down to clavicle; the expanse of skin shown there was drenched in cold sweat.  For whatever reason her body felt cold against the material while inside she was burning up.  “FFFHMMM!!” Celty let loose as the grip of the material on her head grew even more strained.  Substantial pain was bellowing through her mind right now as her head felt like it was being crushed.  “It’s killing me can’t breathe! AHH!” She was thinking.  “My mind is going…can’t think…” then the compression of her head stopped, but the grip on it had not loosened.  She could clearly feel small openings in her head, cracks to her skull as Celty steadily became desensitized to the pain.  The material was slithering its way into the breaches it had made, entering her head case.  The sensation was odd and put her in a daze as her now limpish arms (tired from the fight against the helmet before) gradually moved towards the throttles on the bike once more as a means to prop up her now slumping body.  Celty’s hands caught her postures descent as her dazed state grew more severe.  “Need to wake up, get up.  Neeeed help.” She was thinking to herself.  Then her new black leather bodysuit constricted her yet again sending a jolt to her mind.  “HAAAH!” she screamed in thought as her slouching body arched forward on the bike seat and her hands gripped the handles of the bike spawning the engines once more. 

A tingling returned to her vaginal folds as Celty panted heavily, straining to breath against the grip of her new outfit (far more skin tight than her previous leather suit).  The way the material felt against her skin coupled with the tremors being sent through her body from the booming bike sent confusing signals to Celty’s mind.  She was becoming aroused again, but knew it was wrong; she felt scared and could hardly breathe.  “Why, why am I excited by this!?  This can’t be happening, it shouldn’t! What’s going on!?” Those thoughts raced through her mind as the tightening suit increased its hold even further.  Unlike the compacting that happened to her head, which was still in the throes of being penetrated, this one was different.  It felt as if the suit were tugging at her body, sliding muscle about within its grip.  It was especially tight against her crotch region as it tugged tightly upward, folds radiating from the material covering there, sending wails from Celty’s encased lips.  “Uuuhhh, hyuuuhh.  Ffyaaa!!” She let out underneath her constricted mask as a quake racked her body and a giant rev let loose from her bikes engine.  “Gawd, ooooh fuck!”  She couldn’t resist relishing in the current experience as she felt so at home in these situations atop her rumbling steed.  Nothing made sense to her in her mind which felt like it was being coated with a clouding substance.  Images were returning to her but not through sight, more like mental images that took very realistic form for her.  It was an out of body experience as she began clearly seeing herself as she was on the motor bike, thrusting about in confusing pleasure.  Her senses were going crazy, she could smell the moisture casting from her body, the liquids pooling between her legs and feel the dampness within the tightening black leather suit with absolute clarity.  She was reaching a euphoric state she had never reached before. 

The black jumpsuit then truly began to work her body as it pulled and compressed the folds of Celty’s form.  “Gyaah! What’s! Happening! Haaaaah!” Her whole body was pulsating from the black material gripping and letting go, gripping tight and letting go; over and over in pattern.  Unorderly revs shot forth from the bike as Celty’s body thrashed about, head bucking up and down, body sliding back and forth from her seated position (her body spread forward).  Suddenly a sharp pain wracked Celty’s whole body as she felt her skeletal structure changing shape.  Her legs popped and elongated, her feet skidding backwards on the ground by the toes of her shoes as the changes hit.  The legs extended longer and longer, her heightened senses allowing her to feel and hear every crack and pop with absolute clarity.  As her pelvis snapped and grew her ass and hips widened a bit and bumped backwards with the motion of her legs.  The motions of her hips during the change would occasionally buck one side of her ass up and then down followed by the rise of her other cheek in similar manner (bones snapping through the motions).   Her spine cracked fiercely in several places at once sending Celty’s upper body further forward to where she was resting her upper body horizontal on the bike.  Her legs slid back even further as her mid-section elongated, her spine lengthening.  “AAGGGH! GAWWWDD!! UGGGHH!!” Celty let out in her mind and from her muffled lips as the pain fired through her.  Her head bucked a bit as her neck grew very slightly.  The jumpsuit was changing its spread to match Celty’s growing frame, making sure it never lost its coverage.  The final change hit Celty’s arms, and as her Humorous, Radius and Ulna all elongated at once firing pops and cracks, her hands gripped tightly on the throttle letting out a continuous rev from the bike.  Celty’s shoulders snapped and widened as well.  “Haah hyaaa!!” she cried as she stiffened her arms causing her body to rise and curve upwards from its horizontal position.  The pain lingered a bit before subsiding once more and Celty was left in a weakened state on the bike, exhausted from the ordeal. 

“My…body. My body is…” her mind was going blank once more when suddenly the crushing feeling in her skull returned.  “Agh! Aaayaaahh noooo!!” She cried.  “Help, help me!”  The wild heightened senses she was feeling amplified in her mind instead of the pain that was filling it earlier when her skull was first being crushed.  It was so indiscernibly intense, her mouth wide open and being crushed inwards as it screamed.  Celty’s head was being flattened, her organs and bones compacted until suddenly nothing remained; her entire head crunched out of existence.  She should have realistically been dead but instead her body continued to thrash about and despite no head a screaming voice, one of pleasure though not pain, remained, heard from under the helmet.  This time Celty’s words came in clear though muffled under the helmet.  “Fuuuck! I feel everything, hah see everything! Hah ha, help! It’s too much!! Gyaaahh!! Mmmmmm haaaa!”  Celty’s senses were on fire as she experienced intense insight into her surroundings like never before.  She could smell every nook and cranny of her environment and perceive the surroundings all around her, every blind spot.  Everything touching Celty’s body brought waves of unearthly sensations to her soul and she could taste the very contents of the air.  Despite lacking a head her senses were fully in tune with everything and she was really starting to relish in it.  Celty was revving the bike erratically now of her own accord sending shocks of pleasure through her body that she was experiencing in a whole new fashion now.  “It’s better than ever, mooore, more!  Need more, stimulation!!”  And as if hearing her plea the black mass that had a grip on her body responded.

The tugging returned to Celty’s body as the suit began working her frame once more.  This time however, it worked even more fierce.  Celty felt her muscular fibers being pulled and strained in different directions as she felt muscles she never knew she had come to the surface.  Celty continued to work the bike as she moaned, “Uhhhh, god my ass, its tightening, hyaah! So good.  It’s shaping meee!  And shaping her it was as her muscle and fat across her body took new form against the grip of the body suit.  Celty felt her ass lift and tighten as the muscles began brimming with energy, cheeks clenching and hardening.  “Wuaaah, yes, yes, fuck!”  Her hips and upper legs exploded with fat and muscle as they widened and gained girth bestowing a lovely heart shaped lower frame to Celty’s now taller but still slimmed body as well as creases to her new outfits’ exterior clinging tightly to her hips.  Her lower legs changes didn’t add on much mass except in her calf muscles which pulled up and puffed a bit below the knees giving beautiful curvature to her entire legs.  “Mmmmm gyah!  Ffhhhaahh!!  Celty stuttered out as she admired the look of her new well-toned lower body with her out of body vision.  The suit was pressed very tight against her bulging slim frame as she felt it tugging at her clit.  A large rev was let loose as to stimulate her folds.  “Haah, yes! Please more change me more!! Its too good, so good ahh. Ha hah!”  Celty said; her mind a flutter in the sensations.  It was very wet inside the body suit around her slit; she had already cum several times through this whole ordeal.  Her muscles began to pull up above her vagina sending loud yelps from Celty.  “Hyaah! Here it comes! Oh, ooohhh!”  She couldn’t wait as she felt her mid-section gain some minor mass and thicken at its core.  Toned muscles were melding their way to the surface and tugging others surrounding them.  Creases formed on the suit around the borders of her abdominals as a strong middle bump emerged giving her flat stomach a little bit of a hill down the middle (a strong and healthy core).  

Next she felt a fire in her breasts as milk began spilling in large quantities inside them, prompting further mass.  “No! Please, yaagh! They were perfect!”  The body suit ignored her cries of protest and continued to shape her breasts from their original modest size to larger and larger mounds.  The breasts were pressing and shifting about beneath the leather almost as if invisible hands were groping them, egging on their growth.  Creases were forming beneath and around the breasts, and folds around and under the armpits, as they pushed out more and more against the tight leather suit.  Her arms gave a brief twinge as they puffed a little in mass, gaining some slight definition.  As Usual with every change she instinctively revved the motor bikes engine causing another shock of pleasure to fire through her body.  Strangely enough protests began to spew forth from Celty’s mouth again.  “No, hah no! stop! This is wrong! I can’t, this can’t be happening!!”  It was almost as if she were truly realizing how far she had changed and missed her old self, who’s to know.  Her muscles actually began softening and receding as if Celty’s change of heart was reversing the transformation.  The suit wasn’t going to have any of that though and decided to coerce her into accepting the change by taking a more direct approach. 

The leather suit took different form around Celty’s butt hole and vaginal opening, transforming into a black amorphous mass that penetrated both orifices.  “Fuuuck, haaaaah!!” Celty cried out in shock.  “Oh, oh god! Nooo, ha aaahhh!!!”  The black mass had taken the form of what felt like plugs, entering her holes tight and spreading them wide.  Yet at the same time the inner parts of the plugs were moving, pushing back and forth inside her womb and anal walls, wriggling inside her like a giant slick worm.  Celty began a thrusting motion atop the motorbike as if she were being fucked from behind.  “Out, get out! AAHH GAWWD! Shit, so amazing, why!? So deep inside!”  The black penetrating mass did its job well throwing Celty’s senses back into the realm of pleasure.  “Agh! Yes, deeper, deeper, fuck go deeper!!!  The black appendages obliged thrusting themselves to the limit inside Celty, one smacking against her cervix and the other reaching far into her anal canal.  The changes that had receded returned as Celty’s toned form took shape once more, muscles and fat brimming to the surface and filling her out.  Her breasts began to change again growing even greater and starting to sag a bit.  They were straining hard against the tight grip of the body suit, the soft sweating melons rubbing against each other as they swung back and forth with Celty’s thrusts.  “Yes, yes, faster, bigger!!” Celty beckoned.  With each wheezing thrust it felt as if her breasts gained slight mass with an occasional firing of milk from her erect nipples.  A huge feeling was starting to rise in Celty, she knew the climax was coming.  “Hah hah fa-faster, mooreorrre, com-com-its coming!”  Celty could barely speak straight due to the erratic movements her body was being pounded into; her hips and upper body performing their motions faster and faster as time went on.

Celty’s breasts had grown large enough that the zipper on her jumpsuit was unzipping downwards due to the straining mountains of flesh pushing the suit out.  The zipper traveled lower and lower, more skin being revealed each time; skin drenched in a thick coat of sweat.  “Faster, big-bigger, f-f-f-fa-faaster, make-ake me stronger eerrrr, betteeerrr!!!”Celty’s eyes would be rolling to the back of her head if she still had one, tongue flying about at this point.  Her nipples poked hard against the black material in front of them, the areolas widening in size as they glided back and forth against the leather texture.  ”Ah-ah my tits. My-aye ass!  B-b-bigger, moooorre!!”  She cried as her breasts reached their final growth (around a d-cup) and the zipper stopping just below the peak of the breasts revealing striking cleavage.  The pounding black plugs in her ass and clit were pumping very fast as Celty reached her limit and revved the engine for one giant session.  “Fast-t-ter, faah-aster! Hyah haaaahhaah!!! Wuaaahhh…hoh! Hha hoooooo….”  Celty let loose as her insides fired cum out of her ass and slit.  The plugs receded back to their connected form with the body suit as Celty writhed in her climax. 

Occasionally feint noise came from the engine as instinctive grips from Celty’s hands feebly grabbed the handles.  She was sliding her clit back and forth on the rubber seat of the bike, releasing every last ounce of pleasure from her body.  After a few minutes still and panting Celty rose up on the bike gliding a hand sensually across the surface of it and taking her other hand and cupping one of her breasts, pinching her still hard nipple underneath. “Ha, amazing!” she let out.  “This body is wonderful.  Mmmm…yea.  A definite improvement, don’t know why I didn’t realize it sooner.  This is the next step I needed to achieve that bigger rush.” She continued on, greatly pleased with the results and taking a gander at her now much taller and toned slender body (she had grown nearly a foot and a half taller).  “With this body I’m stronger for those tight turns and more streamlined for great speed.  I can go faster and faster, ha haha!”  She couldn’t wait to go out riding with this new body.  Celty took off her helmet revealing a neck connected to no head and instead a black mist rising up constantly from the flat severed surface of the neck.  “I can feel everything, perceive everything!”  Her new extreme sensory perceptions seemed tied to her new black tendril coming out her neck. 

She unlocked her bike from the stand and revved it up once more, opening the garage.  “I should’ve used a helmet ages ago, heh.” Celty chuckled to herself as she zipped out onto the open streets with new speed and vigor, her mind going crazy with excitement, her vagina wet once again.  An echo traveled out from a distance, “I’m I’m cumminnngg!! Hyaaaah! Ha hahaaaa yeaaa!!” 

Soon legends of a headless rider began to spread around town.

Miku BE animation

She had always felt so small and weak. She was the runt of her class, and was made fun of all the time. When she heard about a miracle fitness pill, she was skeptical, but desperate. It said instant results, but when she took one, nothing happened. she waited a moment and took another. still nothing. In a fit of rage, she downed the whole bottle. Nothing.

She went home that night, feeling woozy. She was sure that in her sadness, she has poisoned herself, so she went to call the doctor. She swooned as she reached for the phone. Her heart was beating so fast, and her head was swimming. She started panting and released a small moan. Her body felt like it was on fire! She gripped the table, and the wood gave like paper under her grip. everything felt hard and bulgey and tight. Her cloths started to rip, and she began to panic. She looked down at herself and saw her muscles forming.

Her body pulses again. that was the first pill she thought, now I’m on the second. Her biceps swell to massive proportions, her legs thicken, she gets taller. Power coarsens through her, accompanied by a joy unlike any she had known. Big, strong, beautiful…everything she wanted!

The second pulse stops, and she feels her arms and legs smiling. This was perfect. What she always wanted. Nobody was as big and strong as her now. Her smile stops though…the rest of the bottle…there were 100 pills in there. 98 more spurts to go….and all at once. She feels it start. Screaming, her cloths rip off like nothing, she smashes the table on accident. She grows out of control, her head hitting the ceiling, forcing her to sit to stay in the room.

I wanted power…this is too much…I don’t want this…but it feels so amazing…maybe I do want this. Fuck, it is so hot. I WANT IT! BIGGER!

Her mind is intoxicated with her new power. She punches through the walls and ceiling effortlessly, destroying her house. She wouldn’t need it anymore. She was a goddess, and she had a queendom to claim. She lumbered through the streets, knocking cars aside like flies as she continued to grow bigger and more muscular. Her eyes were set on one location on the horizon: the miracle pill factory.

Saw this on Pinterest and didn’t want to risk it especially now that’s my grandpa’s in the hospital

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you got boobed :V

WiP. :B