The Flesh Martyr

Always love the surprisingly Verbose Alt-text descriptions, They're a thrill to read.

Taking a ditzy doll and recycling them into something more...Immediately useful.

Loaded full of ball-bearings and other sharp pieces of metal, Pressure-plates along their torso, and linking it all together.

And voila, A walking Landmine. Vacuously trying to embrace another in an explosive embrace~

The whirring of hydraulics, the clicking of gears, The hissing of pipes as you're fed along that conveyer-belt.

Knowing well that whatever you're sealed, molded, and shaped into is going to be identical and uniform.

Identical to all the others. Your individuality robbed from you by a fanged smile~

Breaking a key in the lock, Lining that zipper with glue...

You're never getting out, And you don't want to. That's why you're doing all this! Gluing that collar in place and tugging your mask into the right position.

This is the new you. Now and forever.

No going back now~

Curving horns of titanium and iron. A snout of rubber and hooves of reinforced steel.

Mangled & refashioned into an implement of caprine nature. Something remarkably inhuman yet retaining all the foul nature you'd expect of something human.

Obedient, Monstrous, And wonderfully unrecognizable~

Oh hush, There's no need for all that.

We're far past kind words and threats now. All that remains is the inevitability of what's to happen to you.

We have a wonderful new body already picked out for you. A new personality. A new name. A new everything!

You'll become something wonderful! Promise~

Stuffing you into the machine!

...Only to realize we stuffed you into the wrong machine and then having to slowly scoop out your broken and emulsified remains from the gears & pistons.

Don't worry though! We can probably piece you back together into something...Ambulatory? It'll be fine, Promise~!

The Evil Spire...

Easy, Just seal the other person into an identical Counterpart! Complete with a dress of their own.

Permasealed/Molded into some sort of squeaky character/mascot that already has sealed on clothing.

...But since that's kinda revealing (it IS part of your body now!) you end up wearing clothes over your permanent apparel.

Baggy and loose fitting so as not to get caught on your permaboots or Nulge~

Tsk, No more of you.

Silenced as that hood is tugged and zipped in place. Quieted as your thoughts blur and haze.

Slipping comfortably into whatever character we've glued you into. Slowly forgetting the old you. Accepting your new role.

You'll love playing this new glossy part, We promise~

Excess tissue carved away. Organs & spine forever entombed within a new mechanical chassis of hydraulics and servos.

...And over that? A marketable coating of polished rubber. Forever sealed into another Vacuous mascot for some brand.

No longer a person. But rather a construct of tortured flesh~

It's alluring, isn't it?

The promise of new flesh. New physiology. But most alluring...Permanence.

Once you slip on that mask there's no going back. No returning to the old you.

No, You'll simply just have to get used to whatever new shape and being you get molded into~

It's a matter of improvement. Not everything can survive refinement. Not everything can survive being overwritten and suppressed.

You'll be a perfect machine. But you'll need to sacrifice a few things. Your humanity, your identity, and more.

But it'll be worth it. We can promise that~

Gargoyles are actually TERRIBLY expensive.

It's so much cheaper to take some flustered trespasser (you) and simply pour thick grey liquid rubber on them. Slowly molding your new fearsome features as your autonomy slips away.

Immobile. Unthinking. Unknowing.

...Now to animate you somehow~

Corporate enthusiasm slowly consumes you, Despite your best efforts and struggles. Jingles, slogans, and procedure erasing any hope of resistance and identity.

Until finally...[Sqrk!]

No more you. Just glossy uniformity and inhuman enthusiasm. Happy to report for service and further orders~

Tsk, You know those uniforms are for personnel, Right?

...Well, Suppose that means YOU'RE personnel!

Body slowly twisting and changing. Fangs, scale, and claws replacing humanity as your mind fades and your personality's replaced.

Just another loyal recruit. Ready for any Task~

Permamolded Rubber mascot or similar resuming normal life after the Hypnosis/brainwashing finally wears off.

Yes, You're a cartoonish advert for a long defunct brand, But you still need to get groceries and head to the Laundromat.

...Though, Good luck finding anything that fits that new frame~!

Tsk, That wasn't very polite of you. Was it?

Such cruel words! How about we amend this?

Forever silenced by that anonymizing mask while subjected to endless conditioning, programming, and docile anonymization.

Soon you'll be just another docile identical thing. No face. No thoughts. No identity~

I will crush that little freak into a Green stain, So help me.

Steadily tearing away human aspects and anthropomorphic traits.

Thought, Biology, Species and gender slowly unraveling into unrecognizable physiology and functionality.

Until you either end up some snarling, hissing, unrecognizable pile of horror or some cold unfeeling obelisk.

Either/or~!

That metamorphosis is persistent, But slow.

Slowly digging into your flesh. Your mind. Your very being.

Altering and corrupting you into something unrecognizable and inhuman. Claws pushing through where fingers once were. Fangs replacing teeth.

Until you can't even remember being human~

Oh, Tut...

Despite everything. Your lowly new form. The memory alteration and conditioning...We still haven't managed to erase that sense of smug confidence.

...Well, How about we mold you into something that fits your personality? A Haughty Permagrinning rubbershark perhaps~?

Writing new posts is always a debacle because then we have to decide "Do the Twitter people or the bluesky people get this one?"

Curated materials, If you will.

Sure, You could explain to us why your humanity, identity, and personality is important...

OR you could just HOLD STILL and let us do the rest. Tearing. Gripping. Rending and breaking. Taking you apart so that you can more easily fit within your new Vessel.

A wonderful new shell, Just for you~

Neither! Stargazer just ripped all their skin off.

A drawing of a creature peering around a corner with a Dark red background. The creature itself has no skin on its head and neck and features four prominent drooling fangs. Two of its arms are holing onto the wall it's peeking around while a third arm dangles limply. The entire creature is covered in scraps of tissue and flesh implying that it has been recently flayed.

A partial-body image of the Creature. It has two torsos connected to each other with the second torso attached to the primary torso's waist by the neck. Accordingly it has four arms. The lowermost set of arms are outstretched in a welcoming gesture while the upper pair of arms remain folded inwards in a reserved manner. Running along its torso and underbelly where the sternum would be a large black opening is visible. Lined with fangs and drooling teeth. Despite not having any expression. The Creature maintains a general visual of nervous distress.

A full-body picture of the Creature leaning on a table for support. It has Seven arms in total. Six running along its three torsos and a third in the rear acting as a tail. Or in this case a Support to keep it upright. In its red flayed tissues pieces of bone, Spinal vertebrae, and similar peek through their flesh. The creature is directly looking at the Viewer. Its expression unreadable but still somewhat marred by shame and-or regret.

Oh right, I forgot I posted art here.

Been Preoccupied drawing our newest Blorbo-character; Skinless meat thing named Ribs!

The organism yearns to be one with the mechanical.

To have ligament, tissue, and viscera interwoven with firm hydraulics and neatly organized cables. For your mind to be crudely interlaced with software and targeting programs.

To become something greater than a mere individual~

It's a simple euphoria.

To bare one's fangs. To extend one's claws. To wrap your jaws around the flesh of the other and to give into monstrous instinct.

To let yourself be overtaken by unfamiliar metamorphosis. To let yourself be consumed by new purpose.

To discard one's humanity~

One of us is simply not enough.

Two would be better. Wouldn't you agree?

Stretching your flesh. Rearranging your bones. Teeth to fangs. Hands to claws. Flowing latex replacing your skin.

You'll think like me. Look like me. Be me.

And then there will be two of us.

And now? Perhaps a third next.