Manyuu Hikenchou

Manyuu Hikenchou

Easily one of my favorite animes for….reasons.

ACHIEVED DIVINITY

ACHIEVED DIVINITY -Garudamon TG Transformation (Digimon series)-

[Artwork by tsumujin]

Anjali was exiting her small cottage home when she heard a commotion in the main square of her small village.

Anjali was a beautiful young woman with smooth red skin, silky black hair and dark brown eyes surrounded by lush full eyelashes.  She was of average height with well-proportioned curvature to her body.  Typically she wore a red sarees with white spotting all over and a green decorative sash near her neck.  Anjali also wore light tan leggings and a decorative necklace comprised of dark red geometrical shapes.  She was definitely alluring to the eyes and caught the sight of men often in her village.  She garnered much respect being granddaughter to one of the village elders and also for her actions as a caring individual who was always there to help those in need within the village.  Anjali would do anything for her people, so naturally she wandered towards the commotion in town.

Anjali noticed it was her grandfather and another village elder involved in a squabble.  She approached the two and got between them in an attempt to break up their altercation.  She asked why they were at each other’s throats and pressed that this was not the time for in-fighting.  Their village was currently at threat and themselves in danger of going extinct as a tribe.  An expanding neighboring nation was wreaking havoc, taking tribe after tribe as it expanded its reach across the land.  Their village were next in its path.

The Grandfather Johar said, “You would really have us abandon our home Gopal!? We must stay and continue to place our faith in the divine protectors! We must not waver and show weakness.  Surely they will send us help against these tyrants!”

Gopal the other elder snapped back, “You’re foolish.  Where were the Protectors when all the neighboring villages were taken, hm!?  They probably don’t even hear our pleas for help, so what can they do!?”

With sadness in his eyes Johar replied, “You may be right.  They may not hear our calls, but we must try.  It is the only way to retain our land and identity.  I’ve trained many years body and soul in tantric ritual and meditation in order reach the gods.  I’m sure if we all come together as a people devoted to them, the Protectors will hear our plea!”

Gopal replied, “Ah you are foolish.  So very foolish! I will not let my family stay here and die!”

Anjali intervened with, “Enough!”  Once hearing her voice everyone who was watching as well as Gopal and Johar went silent.  “This bickering will get us nowhere.  Grandfather Gopal is right that we must save ourselves if need be.  We can’t let our ways die with us.”  She then turned to Johar and said, “Yet we shouldn’t give up on calling the Protectors just yet.  Not without trying all we can.”

Johar unsure of things gave a sorry look and asked, “Well what sort of plan do you have in mind to reach them?”

Anjali confident in her expression proposed, “Grandfather you’ve always said I was greatly in tune with the divine energies.  I’ve been practicing tirelessly myself in the tantric rituals in order to become an elder myself.  I also know we recently found a relic that is believed belonging to the great Protector Garuda.  I say let me perform a ritual while in possession of the item.  Hopefully I am able to form a link to Garuda and call to him for help.”

Gopal with shock replied, “I will not let you partake in such risky rituals.  To try and channel a link to a godhead is insane.  It’s never been attempted before.  It’s too dangerous.”

Anjali sternly replied, “There is no other way left grandfather.  This is our last hope at keeping our home.  If it doesn’t work, we must leave.”

Gopal wore a frown as he replied, “You are always so kind, so willing to be the one to reach out to others at your own expense.  But this time I fear you are risking far too much.”

Anjali said, “I’ve made my decision grandfather.  I will proceed with or without your approval.”  She turned to Johar who seemed invested in the idea.  “Help me prepare Johar.  This is our last hope.”

Anjali, Johar and a few others set up a ceremonial setting inside one of the meditative straw huts.  Incense was lined around the interior and a small altar in the middle held the relic of the humanoid bird Garuda upon it.  The relic was a red frontal mask in the shape of a bird’s head that had a long white feather with a blue tip attached at the backside as well as blue and white native symbols adorning the top and sides of the mask. 

After everything was prepared Anjali thanked all who had helped and asked them to leave her alone in the hut and to block the exit so no matter what the ritual would not be interrupted.  They obliged and blocked the exit to the hut with a large boulder.

Gopal looked on with worry, “I know she has made her decision, but I feel as though I am going to lose her.”

Johar put a hand on Gopal’s shoulders and said, “You raised her well.  She has grown into a true leader of this village.  We must have faith in her and hope that this will work.”

Anjali took a sitting meditative stance inside the hut in front of the altar.  She chanted tantric rites as she performed several ritualistic hand and body motions over the course of several hours.  She tried with all her soul to call out to the Protectors…to Garuda.

She did not lose her composure once as she approached a day’s time of calling to the Great Spirit.  It got to a point however where she knew she would have to try something else.  Anjali gazed upon the mask, the scent of heat and floral incense in the air.  Her skin was oppressed with sweat as she walked over to the mask and picked it up.  She gazed into the eyes of the mask while calling out Garuda and asking for his power in helping HIS people fight off the oncoming threat.  Suddenly, she heard a voice reach her mind.

Garuda called out to her, “My child, you would go so far as to desecrate my property to reach me!”  He was angry at Anjali holding his mask in such a manner.

Anjali opened her eyes with excitement despite the response and said, “It worked! Great Garuda I’ve reached you! She then quickly remembered his comment and pulled back her excitement.   “I-I’m sorry great Protector.  I meant no disrespect.  I’m sure you know of our plight here on your land.  A great evil wishes to take this land from your people.  We need your assistance in fending them off.”

Garuda replied, his voice booming and carrying with an echo, “HA! Yes I know of your plight, but such a thing is beyond me and the Protectors child! Our powers have grown weak over the centuries and we can no longer manifest ourselves in body on the land we once ruled.  Too many have lost faith in us.”

Anjali panicked and responded, “No, there must be a way!  Oh great Garuda I’m sure if you found your way here and helped us fight off this menace people would surely look to you in reverence once more! Please!”

Garuda softly spoke back, “I’m sorry but I cannot carry my form into your world anymore.  Though…if I were provided a vessel for which to transfer my power and wisdom upon.  Though the creation of such a being has never been attempted before, it may-“

Anjali cut Garuda off and quickly said, “I’ll do it! I can be that vessel!  I don’t care what happens if you give me your power I’m sure I can help drive off this evil!”

Garuda replied, “You’re quick to help others child.  I admire that.  Though I’m not sure you fully understand what you are asking for.  This ritual could not only fail, but kill you.”

Anjali confidently stated, “I’m willing to take that risk.”

Garuda reassured said, “Very well.  We shall try.  Take my mask you see before you and place it over your head.  Speak to me as you did before and I shall channel my essence into you through the mask.  Though whatever happens next is out of my control.”

Holding the mask above herself Anjali said, “I understand.  I’m ready.”  And she spoke the words Garuda requested as she slowly lowered the mask over her head.  It was larger than the length of her head though the rounded back fit snug onto the top of her head. 

She continued to chant as she waited for whatever was to happen.  She heard Garuda’s voice slowly fade as she reached a trance like state.  He simply said, “Good luck child…”

Suddenly Anjali stopped her chanting as she felt a huge pulsation rock her body and soul.  It felt like a large thunderous heart beat that coursed through her entire body.  She felt it again, and again!  It was beginning to feel uncomfortable for her and in reaction she lightly tugged upward on the mask.  It stayed glued firmly to her head however, which caught Anjali off guard.  She tugged at it again before giving up and simply sitting, trying to relax as the pulsations grew more and more intense. 

In heavy breathes Anjali pondered, “Hyuh, Is it? Hyaahh, is it working? I don’t feel, uh!”

It suddenly got very heated inside her, as if she was burning from the inside.

She felt a very large shock rock her body bringing out tense grunts as she bucked a bit in reaction.  Her whole body tensed up, all her muscles contracting around her body.  Anjali could have sworn she felt something huge transfer into her and pack tight within her small frame.  It also felt as if whatever had transferred into her body was now trying to escape from within.  Was it Garuda’s power she wondered, before suddenly being racked with pain.

Anjali cried as she keeled forward, “Agh! Auaaahhh dahhh! Gyagh!! My body!! AAGHH!!”

Anjali rose to a stand and shuffled about the hut in pain.  She felt every muscle brimming to life and shifting about in her body.  An ethereal force was pushing against her skeleton, her inner frame, as it tried to break free.  She placed both her hands against a wall as Anjali felt the muscles across her arms bulge and ripple with tremendous energy.  Her slim sensual limbs began to swell, the muscles forming defined peaks across her arms as they grew.  Anjali’s biceps launched upwards in size and her triceps pushed out in three rumbling movements.  Her flexor muscles widened greatly beyond typical human proportions; pushing against her skin to the limit. 

“WUaaahh, uaaahh!!! S-som-somethings!  I-insidaahh! MEEE AGGHH!!! It-tch! break-in-ing me apa-aart!” Anjali screamed as she felt the power from whatever entered her body reshaping her in its image.  She was already dreading her decision due to the pain.

She next felt her thighs explode in size as muscle after muscle popped and pushed itself to the absolute peak.  It stretched her tan leggings towards a skin tight point; eventually they tore along the sides and were ripped to shreds. 

“Hyaagh hoohhohoh yaaagghH!!!” Anjali cried out in shock.  She could hardly believe what power she was feeling build inside her.  It was beyond human.

Large hills formed on parts across her thighs as muscles tremored while taking shape.  Great powerful thighs with matching arms contrasted greatly the rest of Anjali’s slim frame.  But the rest quickly followed. 

Anjali felt her shoulders bulk up in a quick burst followed by her back muscles tightening and tugging in random directions.  Her back firmed and hardened towards a canvas of crevices and hardened flat plateaus.  Her upper body cracked as it widened, Anjali’s shoulders broadening as her powerful form continued to take shape. 

“Gyagh AuuhhH!! Hya-he-help mee!!!  GYAAGHH!!!!” Anjali called out as she wished for the pain to end.  “Garuda!! Auh! He-help! Help meeuaaahh!! Maaaake it staahhup!! Oh, oh! It’s too much!”

Just then her chest exploded with power and puffed out greatly, several areas of her skeleton snapping as the change took place.  Whatever was trying to break free within her was starting to breach. 

GYagh! AAAHHHHH!!! Ohhhh hyuhhhh!! Ugh! Gahh nooo!!”  Anjali let out as the changes hit her.

With her new powerful legs Anjali stumbled about the room tossing her arms around and gripping parts of her changing body in protest (trying to keep the muscles from billowing forth beneath her grip). Anjali’s neck thickened to a degree where her necklace snapped off.  Her breasts slowly flattened and widened as her chest grew bigger and bigger with each breath.  Her clothing stretched against her growing chest, eventually tearing and falling to the floor.  Larger strong pectorals slowly replaced her sinking breasts.  Anjali’s thin core cracked and widened as it squared off its shape under her massive chest.  Her hips jerked about as she felt her mid-section widen and grow, thick muscle packing along the sides.  A heavy bulge on each side of Anjali’s upper torso, just below the armpits, fired out bestowing more width to her chest.

The pain Anjali was feeling was slowly growing less pronounced as the changes furthered.  Instead she was experiencing a pleasurable feeling well up inside her, almost like the power breaking forth from her soul was enticing her.

“Augh, uh ohhh…mmmmmm, gah! Garuda Garuda my, ah ah my body!! Stop it! My body wuaahh…mmm…”  Anjali let loose as she felt her core tightening with muscle, small bumps thickening out the sides of her mid-section.  Her muscles were rolling like waves across her stomach.

Anjali’s womanly form was practically gone, her face one of the few remaining remnants of her former self.  Abs rumbled to the surface and hardened like rocks and an upside down U shape formed above them, muscle lifting her chest higher.  Her ass cheeks clenched and bucked several times in response to muscle packing itself tight within them.  They grew large and firm, complimenting her powerful hips and thighs.  Anjali’s body was taking the form of a powerful god.

The people outside of the hut could hear Anjali’s cries of pain but couldn’t make out what exactly was going on by their utterance.  Gopal feared for his granddaughter but knew she had made her decision and that she was left to the godheads now. 

Back in the hut Anjali started releasing faint moans as she felt the muscles in her body flexing and settling, their powerful form apparent to her senses.  She muttered, “Ah, oohhhh..mmmm…this power.  I can’t control this! Ah something’s inside me!! AGH!”

Anjali felt a large pulse similar to the one she felt when the changes first began.  A flood of voices rushed into her head as she felt her soul light up with new sensations. 

“Hoh haaaahhH!!! What is this!!! Who are you auhh!!”  Anjali cried out in gasps.

Anjali felt as if the spirits of the dead were speaking to her, she could hear so many of them.  It frightened her, but that fear quickly turned back towards another change hitting her body.

Anjali felt her feet elongate and she raised prominent up on her haunches as they grew.  Suddenly her fibula and tibula snapped and reshaped, her lower legs shriveling to the size of the bones beneath the skin. 

“Augh ahhh, ohhhhh!! What is this!! Auh leave my body alone!!” Anjali cried out.

She felt a beast within her wishing to break free.  She felt the souls of the dead calling to her for help.

Her nails went blackish grey and sharpened into long claws.  Anjali felt as if another hand was slowly replacing her own beneath the skin as it hardened and grew against her red smooth skin.  Her hand was bulging in size, the skin starting to tear against whatever was pushing against it. 

“Hyuh, aahhh!! Oh no! Ohh my hands!!  Its coming out!  Gyaahh!!”Anjali cried out in a state of confusion.

Anjali’s nails curved into talons while rough yellow reptile like armor broke free from its prison, shedding the skin of Anjali’s hand.  It looked like a giant yellow humanoid bird hand and was clenched into a fist as Anjali smashed it against the wall in a twitching fit.  Her lower legs were going through the same changes.

She felt new limbs forcing themselves into existence below her skin.   Her toes quickly fused together on each foot before elongating and their combined bones now tearing through the skin as a set of 3 large talons.  A large talon poked through the skin on the back of Anjali’s foot before the rest of the clawed extremity burst forth as well, tearing the rest of the skin away with it.  The ripped skin looked like clothing worn above the bird like feet that were now Anjali’s. 

Her misshaped lower legs grew in size and their bending state took more prominent shape as it pulled Anjali’s skin in abnormal fashion and tore it apart.  Eventually all the skin fell away and revealed the large powerful yellow-gold legs of a bird (red stripes painted across the clawed toes on each foot).

“Auuuhhhh!! Ehyuhh whats happening to mee!! This isn’t my, Aughhh! This is! Wha-whatagghh!!”  Anjali screamed as the voice of the dead grew more chaotic within her mind.  She desperately wished for clarity to return to her.

Tears were streaming down Anjali’s face and then in an instant the voices stopped.  Her mind settled for a brief moment.  Anjali still felt the voices echoing, their message still clear in her mind, but she had more control over the thoughts now.  She couldn’t figure why this had suddenly happened but she was relieved.  At least for a brief moment as her body still struggled. 

Suddenly Anjali’s eyes began to glow a bright yellow as she felt a calming sensation wash over her that grew more and more intense until it became full on pleasure.  Her vagina went wet from the assault.

“Hyah aaauhhh, oohh! Noo what is this!! Feeling! Hyah Hyooohhh oohhhhh mmmm…”  Anjali moaned awkwardly as the changes began to entice her body whether she enjoyed it at that exact moment or not.  She made bird like strides with her new feet as she stumbled about the hut.

She felt a huge build up within her gut as her ovaries and womanly organs lit up with heat and began shifting about inside her. 

“Ohhooh whoaahh! Uhnnn uhhhh!! Anjali uncomfortably let out, her body enjoying itself however.  Her legs rubbed against each other, massive thighs getting wet in the middle from the juices flowing from Anjali’s vagina. 

Everything shifted inside her, her womanly organs disappearing and a bulbous pocket of mass slowly pushing inside of her slit.  Anjali covered her slit with one of her bird hands in a desperate attempt to contain whatever was birthing itself.  Anjali’s neck thickened a bit more and her voice slowly grew deeper and deeper but stopped midway on its way towards a slightly more manly tone.  Her voice now moaned with the sound of a questionable gender, but with a unique and powerfully resonate tone.

“Auhhh, uhhh! Somethings c-cominggg hyaahh!!”  Anjali moaned as she felt a push against her covering hand. 

It was very large with a soft surface at its tip.  In her mind she knew what it was and try as she might her hand instinctively rose up to let it free; she wasn’t able to resist her body’s excitement any longer.  A large phallus pushed its way forth between the fingers of Anjali, rubbing against the rough coarse skin on her hand as it grew longer.  It erupted to around a foot long and continued to grow in length and girth.  Anjali leaned forward a bit as she felt the rod extending between her legs.  Eventually a pair of balls spilled out from her slit that was being stretched tight by the girth of her growing penis. 

“Hyuh, hyuh! I’m I’m gona, I’m gona!” Anjali let out in a fit, her hips moving wild as her hand pushed down again and again against her rock hard dick. 

Once the penis reached its full size the skin of Anjali’s slit that was hugging it tight fused onto the new appendage.  Anjali was now a man in every sense. HIS new balls rumbled with joy as they pushed an excess of cum up through and to the head of his dick. 

“Hagh ohhh! Yes! Gahh uhhhhh!!!”  Anjali let out, he couldn’t help relishing in the unbelievable release of cum firing out from his impressive dick. 

Anjali’s mind was succumbing to the euphoric feelings being pounded into him.  He was welcoming the changes now as he felt his body brimming with energy again. 

His yellow eyes shined bright as Anjali felt his mind assimilating with new wisdom and information. 

“Ah yes! I feel it, the power of the Protectors! Hyah! Yes! Take me! Give me the power!!  More powerhyaaahh!!!”  Anjali declared before his acceptance allowed the changes to fully take him.

That’s when Anjali felt his face lift up unnaturally against the part of the mask clinging to his head that wasn’t covering his face.  His face pulled up, fused and flattened against the shape of the mask; bones snapping and reshaping.  His nose fused first pulling up against the mask by the bridge of it, his nostrils being stretched far before they were yanked up as well.  Anjali’s face and its features slowly elongated bit by bit as they cracked and popped. 

Hyugghh aahh!! Gagghh!! Graahhh ogghhhh ohhhh!!”  Anjali howled as the primal release of his face and mind accepting their new self was given voice. 

His dick was rock hard still and pulsing as were all the muscles in his body (one of Anjali’s hands was toying with his dick).  Anjali’s body began to grow and bulk up even more, the skin prison of his former self holding his growing frame in check for now. Tears in the skin began to release a new appearance beneath them.  Pockets of bird feathers unleashed through breaking flesh.   Anjali’s powerful chest bulked in size once more, ripping the skin off of it, a white bird like mane flowing out.

“Auhhhh!! I feel them all!! Uhhnnn calling meee!! My brothers…Sisters!” Anjali yelled out as his divine powers unleashed themselves.  He could feel the spirits of his ancestors flowing through him, Anjali’s mind growing linked to each and every one, bestowing all the wisdom they held together upon him.  Anjali felt his mind being assaulted with visions he couldn’t at the moment comprehend but he wished to understand.  It slowly grew clearer in his mind as the changes furthered.

“Agyack hyack! Ghuhg hyagh!”  Anjali suddenly began to gag as a thick mass traveled up his throat. 

His neck muscles flexed repeatedly as the mass traveled its way up his throat and into the mouth of his elongated head that was now stretched to the shape of the mask.  Anjali’s head began a bobbing motion as he hacked and moaned in response to both ends of a bird’s beak shoving itself out from inside his mouth.  The beak stretched his maw wide and pushed all the teeth out from his mouth as it forced itself free.  Trickles of blood began falling out from Anjali’s mouth and skin across his face began to tear.  The muscle that was Anjali’s tongue began to dance around inside his mouth as it grew in size and thickened.  It shaped itself into the tongue of a bird and rattled around widely in his growing beak.  Anjali’s mouth was stretched against and sliding back on the bird beak that was sticking far out of the hole.  The beak finished its growth as it and the former mouth of Anjali fused at the ends of the beak and leftover skin shedding itself, his face and mind finally achieving their new state of being.

Anjali’s tailbone pushed against the skin above his ass as he felt feather like appendages pressing under the skin.  They pushed hard against his flesh trying to break free and eventually slid downward, feathers beginning to slide out from Anjali’s butt hole.  His bird tail eventually shot outward from the hole breaking free as it tore the skin surrounding his ass.  A new feather tail twitched about on Anjali’s backside, his moans giving off signs of enjoyment.  

Anjali’s mind was now clear in its focus, control over himself within his abilities.  He was ready to unleash the full extent of his new powers.  So he let it all loose. 

“Auhh  aggghh!! Yeessss!! I’m freee! AAHHHH!!!”  Anjali cried in a thunderous voice.  The people listening to Anjali’s ordeal outside the hut heard the battle cry.

Anjali’s bulking body flexed over and over, with each flex his body expanding greatly in size, all the skin shedding of his former self.  He grew taller and larger, each muscle swelling and rumbling with purpose as it pushed itself towards its true form.  His arms grew extremely wide in appearance, tribal like designs appearing around his forearms on the bird like hair now covering Anjali’s entire body.  Anjali had grown big enough that his body pressed against the ceiling of the hut.  That’s when a large mass pushed against his upper back. 

Huge mounds formed on the surface of Anjali’s back and grew more and more massive.  Muscle was building itself like a growth on his back until it pushed outwards like a new limb, feathers great in length growing off the new appendages.  They were giant wings taking form, red on the tops with yellow feathers adorning the bottoms.  Anjali’s long black hair beneath the mask was all that was left of his former self.  It turned a bright gold and lengthened greatly, the hair above his sideburns growing down past his face. 

The roof of the hut broke as Anjali’s growing form smashed through it.  He let out a cry as his full power was unleashed.  “Gyaaaahhh woaaahhhh!!! Ohhhhhhh….uhhhhh….mmm.”  Anjali let out as he came again, his dick firing out massive wads of cum.  His body slowly settled after the transformation.

Anjali now had the appearance of a giant 20 foot humanoid bird god, with red skin and bird hair covering his body.  He had long flowing gold hair with bright blue eyes below a red mask.  Yellow bird like legs met the end of powerful upper limbs surging with muscle.  Anjali flapped his powerful new wings to try them out and then noticed his old red Sarees lying on the ground torn. 

All the people outside the hut looked up in awe at the new towering form of Anjali.  She was now a divine godhead brought forth in flesh and blood. 

Everyone began to bow down at his presence.  Gopal his grandfather included.

“You did it Anjali.” Gopal said, tears in his eyes as he knew what was once his granddaughter was probably lost to the divine being before him now.

Anjali stood strong and spoke, “My people do not fear!  I am still of mind the person you once new, though I am something more now.  I am a Protector given form! I have the knowledge of our people and the power of the godheads.  I will protect our village and bring an end to this evil that threatens us!”

That’s when Anjali picked up the torn Sarees and tied it around one of his arms.  It would be a constant reminder of his former self and what he had left behind for his people.

Everyone gazed up, some with smiles and others with shock, but all feeling assured by the new Protector’s words.  One villager slowly approached the new divine being and asked, “What should we call you great one?”

Anjali pondered for a bit, feeling compelled to call himself Garuda as it was his power he had obtained.  But he knew it would be offensive to call himself that so instead he thought up a name that instead spoke more to the power’s origins and he being a product of it.

Anjali gazed at the wide eyed villager and said, “You may call me…Garudamon.”  

Pokkuti’s artwork Muscle Growing sequences

Miku BE animation

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

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.