With Skin to Grow

by Anonymous

Summary:

Alberich is sick of his current body, but when he sees how fat the Librarian he is stalking is, well…Blubber might certainly be fun.

The thing about being a body snatcher is that not every body is fun to snatch. The last scholar Alberich had worn, for instance, was a depressed know-it-all everyone hated and who hated himself. Really, what other explanation was there for someone who wasn’t poor to feed themself entirely on oatmeal and nuts? No wonder this idiot was skeletal. It had hurt to sit in that body, much less to take a bath. His skin was so small it felt constrained and itchy, like if he so much as scratched at it he would burst out.

This next Librarian, though? Well. A blubbery oaf would make a welcome change. And sure, maybe he’d be physically itchy—all those stretch marks sure looked scratcheable, and there was too much lard in the way to reach his butt or lower belly—but at least he wouldn’t have to deny himself food to keep his cover. Hell, the body was so soft, every inch of it covered in so much extraneous material, that he bet even if he was stabbed, his soul wouldn’t come out; it would simply be covered by so much butter.

Maybe he could feed this visiting scholar up so much he’d beach himself, unable to roll over his own mass, and take over his skin as he helped him waddle home. What a grand time he’d have, in a body like that.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 6 of A Swell Feedist Kinktober 2025