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Conques (Concas in occitan) is a commune in the Aveyron department in southern France, in the Midi-Pyrénées region.
chiesa san martino - - zillis - CH st. martino church - zillis CH
Wow, Fat Cat on the tapestry of Bayeux - the picture is fantastic. This is great art 🇫🇷⚜️🖼😻
The Bayeux Tapestry, true 23rd scene, 1070 AD
http://fatcatart.com/2016/01/the-bayeux-tapestry-the-true-reason-of-the-norman-conquest-of-england-revealed/?lang=en
Cats leave their mark on centuries of books
Evidence of feline interference in a 15th-century manuscript reminds us of how big an impression they've made on literature as a whole
Emir Filipović, an academic at the University of Sarajevo, was researching his PhD in the Dubrovnik State Archives when he stumbled across a medieval Italian manuscript from 11 March 1445, from "the 13th volume of a series of archival registers called 'Lettere e commissioni di Levante'".
Doesn't sound that exciting, does it? But the discovery has placed Filipović at the centre of a social media whirl – because the medieval manuscript was stained with inky cat paw prints. I dropped Filipović a line, and he says he's still surprised at how popular the photograph has proved to be ("Cats - walking all over your shit since the 15th century", says a Reddit post).
Amazing photos 📷 📸 🎞️
Saint Conan's Kirk has its own guide cat
she lead us to the entrance in exchange for some petting
As I regained consciousness, I couldn't recall what had happened. All I could remember was waking up as always, getting prepared, exiting my house and then... Blank. Now I was sitting there, and I didn't even know where I was.
My vision was blurred and my hearing was messy. I could only hear an indistinct metallic sound, while all I could see was the white room surrounding me.
I was feeling heavy and dizzy. I tried to move. My whole body was numb, so I couldn't tell whether I managed to move or not.
Finally, a distinct, feminine voice echoed in the room from a speaker.
"Simon Smith?" She sounded a bit bored, as though she was repeating the same thing over and over again. I think I managed to nod, but I can't tell. "Don't panic. Take some time to fully recover and we'll explain everything." There was a long pause. "Oh and, please , don't freak out, your current condition is temporary."
My vision was slowly getting better. The more time passed, the more I could see the room I was in. It was completely white and empty, except for a giant shadow next to me. I could tell it was some kind of machine, but I couldn't distinguish its architecture, and its purpose was completely unknown.
On the other side of the room, I could also see a window, or something like that. Some white, moving stains - people? - were standing beyond it, and we were probably separated by a glass, since I couldn't hear a thing.
That was all. Everything else was pure white and empty.
Also, it was quite cold. In particular, my legs felt cold. Was I even wearing pants?
I looked down to make sure my clothes were in the right place, and I gasped as I saw that not only I was just wearing my underwear, but my legs were also twice, or even thrice bigger than they used to be!
"What th-" I covered my mouth with my hands. I had never heard such a deep voice in my whole life, and certainly such a voice didn't belong to me! Also, my hands, or better, the hands covering my mouth... They were so big!
I panicked and tried hard straining my sight to see what the hell was wrong with my body, but I couldn't focus.
The same voice from before echoed in the room. "What did I tell you? DO-NOT-FREAK-OUT, someone's coming to tell you everything. Also, there's a pair of glasses on your left, you'll need them."
As much as I was scared, I needed answers. I groped around for the glasses, and I found them laying on a white pedestal, perfectly camouflaged with the white background.
Despite my trembling, I managed to put the glasses on, and the world finally made more sense to me. I ignored the people standing past the glass, looking at me as though I was some sort of experiment, and I focused back on my body... Or rather, the body I was in, which definitely wasn't mine.
I was big. That's it. There are no other words to describe it.
My legs weren't slim anymore. They were brawny, large and muscular - and naked, since I was only wearing a pair of sporty socks and white underwear - which, in my opinion, was a bit too tight for my now larger package. I tried moving them to get up, but I still felt weak in spite of my bulky mass.
My arms were thicker too, and hairier. Although I was wearing a grey shirt I could distinctly see my beefy biceps, and as I squeezed them I feared I would witness the sleeves ripping.
I proceeded to feel my chest, two massive pecs bulging out of it under the fabric, and my thick, defined abs, rhythmically waving with my breath.
Everything felt so wrong. How old was I now? Surely I wasn't 22 anymore.
I discouragedly looked at the people in lab coats past the glass. "A mirror!" I panted. No, that voice didn't belong to a man in his 20s. I was - that body was 40, at least.
A woman spoke into a microphone, and the same voice from before echoed in the room. "Jeez, are you blind or what? Right corner."
I took an effort and got up. My bulky legs twitched and squeezed under my weight, but I managed to stand on my bigger feet. I immediately noticed I was a bit shorter than I used to. I wasn't used at all to my new mass and balance, so I had some trouble moving forward. I tripped and almost fell, but I somehow managed to squat instead. In that very moment, I also realized that body suffered from a weak back pain.
I finally managed to get in front of the mirror speechless. A huge, half-naked, middle-aged man was staring back at me. There was no doubt that was me: same glasses, same grey shirt, same tight underwear, same broad frame. I almost felt intimidated by my own, menacing reflection.
I passed my rough hands through my salt-and-pepper hair, and stroked my grey beard. The face that was staring back at me looked so intimidating, but also somehow handsome.
There was no doubt it belonged to an old man. I mean, he was in his 50s for sure! I had just lost 30 years of my life by doing absolutely nothing, and I could clearly see the first wrinkles appearing on my - I mean, that face! I was about the same age of my dad and twice bigger, it felt so wrong!
My thoughts were interrupted by a sound. I turned just in time to see a white door opening, and a quite young man entering - at least, he was younger than I was at the moment for sure. He was bringing a stool. "Please Simon, sit down. I know you're scared, but everything's under control."
"Under control?! What have you done to me?" I growled with my strong voice.
"Yes, everything's under control and you'll turn back in no time, I promise". He put the stool down and sat down. He looked nice and totally harmless. "My name's Aaron. I know you're confused and scared, but you're safe. Now, sit down and I'll explain everything".
Reluctantly, I waddled towards the sitting and followed his instructions.
"See?" he raised his hands, "No one wants to hurt you. You're here only because we needed your body for some ."
"My... body?" I scratched my head. "I don't understand".
Aaron smirked. "Yeah, your body. Law enforcement found out that a close contact of yours is involved in... Shady business, and you were one of the few people who could infiltrate without raising suspicion-"
"Who is that close contact?"
"I don't know, that's not my job. And, even if I knew, I couldn't tell you. The point is, we needed your identity to infiltrate, but we also need you to be highly trained. So, we switched your body with one of the best and most experienced men in our department, Lieutenant Bruno Grant."
"OK, ok, but why didn't you ask me first? Isn't this like... Illegal?"
"It isn't, we have permissions. And we could never ask a citizen to risk his own life in such a treatenin-"
I felt burning of rage. I suddenly stood up and towered over the poor scientist. "So you're telling me that you took me without consent, switched me with this big guy here, and now he's inside my body, risking my life just to... What, resolve a case?!"
His face turned white. "Y-ye... No! Absolutely not! Lieutenant Grant is highly trained, and has never failed a mission in his whole life! You'll be back in your body in no time!"
I grabbed his collar. "He'd better not fail", I hissed.
The door suddenly opened and three other scientist entered. Two of them were older men, while the third one was the woman that had spoken to me through the speaker some time before.
"It will save many lives, Mr Smith. Now leave the intern, please", she said. The other two scientists stepped towards me menacingly. Forgetting I was bigger than them, I felt intimidated and promptly released the shivering intern.
"Nice", the woman said as her two escorts stepped back. "We'll give you a temporary identity and a place to stay. And some pants. Follow me."
One month had passed since then. I had kind of adjusted to my life as Sean Robinson, a middle-aged, retired enterpreneur.
I didn't have to work as they paid everything for me, and since my new body always needed training I could spend the whole day at the gym. I had never been athletic, but it didn't seem a problem at all: it was like I went on autopilot as soon whenever I entered the weight room.
In spite of my age, I even managed to seduce some young guys, and soon a few of them started flirting with me. I couldn't blame them, I was really hot. That's when I realized I - or rather, my body was gay.
I had no problem with that. It was nice to spend some time with people around my true age and feel young again, hanging out like friends. The more time passed, the more I impressed them, as they didn't expect my personality to be so youthful. One of them kept me saying, "There's no way you're 53, we share the same interests and all. You were born in the wrong decade".
Yes, Nathan, you bet it.
On the other hand, I also felt my body's needs and wanted to fulfill them, so I didn't mind fucking with them every now and then.
They let me discover my new body and its potential. I soon learnt that I really liked the feeling of being a daddy, as they called me, and I also discovered that, sometimes, it wasn't that bad to be submissive either. A hefty daddy with a young man's mind and kinks can be a beast when it comes to sex.
Plus, my new sexuality allowed me to appreciate my own body more and more. Whenever I looked into a mirror, I couldn't help but think "I'd definitely fuck myself". Most of the time I was home, I was either wearing only some hot underwear or going fully naked. Either way, I would spend half the time jacking off, which didn't really affect the sex I'd have with my young friends.
To put it simply: I actually didn't dislike my new life. But I also missed my family, my friends, and my youth.
That night, Nathan was at my place. Our relationship had become unique.
Sure, sometimes we had sex with other people, but the more time passed, the more we felt the need to spend time together. We had a lot in common, and if I had been in my original body, I know for sure we would've been best friends or something like that.
We'd just had some nice sex, and now he was hugging me from my back. He liked being the big spoon, so I let him do that even though I was twice his size.
I could feel his heavy breath blowing on my neck, and his tonic arms holding my brawny torso. Every once in a while his hands would squeeze my bulging pecs, sinking in my grey body hair, and his soft voice would whisper naughty words to my ear.
I was getting sleepy when I heard my phone ringing. I was forcefully brought back to reality and instinctively stretched my ripped arm towards the bedside table. As I did that, I got a slap on my exposed bulky ass.
"Nathan!", I growled. I heard him giggle.
I turned the lamp on, wore my glasses and took my phone. It was a call from the lab.
"Yes?", I answered.
Dr. Rodriguez, the dull scientist, spoke. "Simon? We have some news. You'd better-"
I was distracted by Nathan's naughty hands, which were now stroking my thick thighs, heading towards my dick. I tossed and moved the phone away from my mouth. "Nathan, stop, it's an important call", I whispered as I tried to put on an imposing face.
He smirked. "Oh, seriously?" He promptly pulled down my thong - yes, that was a new kink. His mouth was getting dangerously closer to my dick, which was slowly turning rock solid. As much as I was horny, I stopped him and got up from the bed. Afterwards, I took some heavy steps towards the bathroom.
"I'm waiting for you, daddy!", I heard him scream.
As I entered the bathroom, I yawned and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was messy, but I was okay after all.
I turned a little bit to check my ass. I poked it. Perfectly round and solid, as it should be.
Then I winked at my own reflection and flexed my bicep. It was so bulging I couldn't help but kiss it. My God, I was so hot! I looked like a model!
I suddenly remembered that I was still in a call with Dr. Rodriguez, and I brought the phone back to my ear. "Oh, uhm, sorry, there was an interference. What were you saying?" I asked her.
"He... He's dead, Simon. Your body is dead."
At first, I thought I had misheard. But I hadn't, and I knew it. Time passed by, and I couldn't think what to say. A weird, unpleasant sensation spread from my stomach.
"I'm so sorry, Simon. He was found this evening." I was speechless. All I could do was looking at the mirror.
Was this like a bad joke? Was I being punished for enjoying this body?
My family, my friends, my life,... Everything had been taken from me. I had been robbed of my youth and my future.
Small tears started flowing down my cheeks. After all, I couldn't help but feel betrayed. I was sad and angry for losing my life. I opened my mouth to say something, but I just couldn't. All I could do was tremble in agitation.
"Simon? We're waiting for you tomorrow morning at 11.30. We'll... Make up something, I promise."
I didn't even let her finish. I hang up and turned my phone off.
With a low thud, I sat on the toilet, my hands holding my heavy head. I was about to faint.
I looked at the body I was in.
It was mine.
All of it.
I was trapped there.
Forever.
And I couldn't do anything about it.
Was I Simon Smith? Bruno Grant? Sean Robinson?
It didn't matter. I was a fucking middle-aged, gay, buff man. As much as I didn't mind it, it was so painful to know that everything I'd loved for my whole life was lost.
No more studying for a bright future as a researcher, no more parties with my friends, no more family holidays. Just gym and sex. Life wouldn't have anything else to offer.
"Hey bro, is everything okay?" Nathan appeared on the threshold. He usually called me like that to taunt me, but now I didn't really feel like going along with it. "Are you... Crying? What happened?"
I took a deep breath and forced my thick legs to stand up.
I looked at him. I could tell he was genuinely worried. I hugged him, my towering frame fully enveloping his body, and he hugged me back. Then, we made our way to the bed, and I finally told him everything.
He believed me, or at least pretended to. And, as he was cuddling me, I finally fell asleep, uncertain about my future.
At least I had him.