Transformation Male Weight Gain Art Novels & Stories

His chest was bare. And it was… Art. Muscle sculpted as if someone had taken a blade to marble and carved this from spite. A long line of his throat. The cut of his collarbones. The ridges of his abdomen. A faint trail of darker hair leading down from his navel, vanishing beneath the waistband. He looked like one of the old, forbidden carvings half-scrubbed from the chapel walls—one the Elders pretended had never been there. Adelaide swallowed hard, throat suddenly dry.

They were criticizing my body. “She’s a bit out of shape, isn’t she? That posture also looks weird.” Zephyr smiled nonchalantly and gave Nancy a doting look. “She’s no longer young. Her figure is not as great as before.” Like a masochist, I listened to the two talk as if they were the only ones in the world. Nancy asked, “Will Dew be angry if you showed such an intimate side of her in the art exhibition?” Zephyr scoffed and squeezed down on Nancy’s fingers before massaging them. “With you around, I don’t care whether Dew is angry.

If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. “If you'll excuse me, I'd like to take my boyfriend along with me.” She huffed and snorted but quickly masked it with a neutral expression. “Of course.” I dragged Clinton out of there and towards another carved art section. I ignored him as I touched every beautiful carved art I passed. One was of a man with a bow slung over his shoulder, dressed like a hunter. Another was a boat with two fishermen, and suddenly I stopped before a carved female wolf transforming. I had to pause as I traced a hand on it, looking at it in amusement. I didn't know humans knew about us, as I always thought they believed we were only real in movies and books.

But that… wasn’t really possible, was it? The guy was built like he’d been to war and back five times over, I didn’t know if it was his height or his girth that was more impressive (and intimidating). The only thing artistic about him was, granted, his physical appearance. But you didn’t get into an international Coaliton competition by looking pretty. You got into it by having paint layered to you like a second skin, the way Candice had, and you got it by having cuts and dry hands from sculpting like I did. Not… whatever it was that Craig was good at doing.

“Wait. You’re afraid someone is going to attack me? Or take Um… liberties with me? Me? Sir, Cal, I look like a preteen boy. No one is interested in that.” “You don’t look anything like a preteen boy. I should know I was one. Baby girl, you are a goddess in the rough. When we’re done getting you back to where your health should be…” Cal gave a little seductive growl. “You aren’t ill yet, but you are far too under weight. I know you can shift and I want to see the wolf I mated. Also, if you haven’t looked in the mirror yet. You’ve already gained a little weight. I can see it in your hips and breasts.”

"So um Eclaireuse Ma'am, can I ask you a question?" "What do you want to know kid?" "Can you transform into a soul form? I once met an artifact that can transform into a soul form and I'm just curious if you can transform into one." "I can. But why would I transform for you? For an artifact to manifest its soul form, a part of its soul is needed to create a body, and that results in the artifact weakening. Weak artifacts can manifest their soul form in a short time and the cost in doing so will be their whole existence. I do not see why I should show you my soul form in that case."

Kaitlynn muttered miserably. At the end of the block, I turned a corner and caught my breath when I was surprised by a shady-looking character leaning against the building. Hurrying past him, I listened to Gabby say, “Why in the world did you think a woman painted those pictures? Did you miss how the boobs on every female he portrays are nearly spilling out of their low necklines, and all their waists are tiny, while their hips are perfectly rounded. If that didn’t come from a male brain, I don’t know what would.”

Hearing him say that, I couldn't hold back how surprised I was, "You still can't do isolated transformation? Dad stopped teaching me that when I was 3." Dan had an incredibly annoyed expression on his face hearing me talk about how I had already finished the training he was still struggling through, "You probably don't realise it, but you tend to brag." Tom sat there looking confused, "What's isolated transformation?" Dan sighed before he answered, "It's where you change only a particular part of your body into its full form. It's the training you do after you mTom taking on full form."

The one that had been witnessed was Full Partial Transformation. A Full Partial Transformation was an advanced form of an Incomplete Partial Transformation. Full Partial Transformations allowed the Beastman to adopt a greater number of features of the beast they gained their power from, compared to Incomplete Partial Transformations. The changes weren't merely restricted to a few body parts, but we're more all-rounded. The transformed Beastman would grow fur all over, may develop a tail, and would only differ from the actual beast by a few features; and it gave a thirty percent power boost - to all attributes! This meant that speed, attack, defense, agility, and senses were all enhanced! Thi

failed prototypes. I walked among them, my gaze lingering on the horrific details. I saw the subtle, rhythmic tremors in the limbs of a large gray male. Others were locked in place, their very muscles turned to stone, as if the process of transformation had been aborted halfway through, leaving them trapped in purgatory. “This wasn’t accidental,” I murmured, my voice sounding thin and fragile against the heavy silence.