Quotes / Body Horror

"This might tickle."
Kamen Rider Decade's catchphrase for when he activates a Final Form Ride (see the page for more details)

"D-D-D-Double opened up! I can see inside Double!"
Narumi Akiko, in response to Kamen Rider Double achieving Xtreme Form

"I've done it, Kevin! I've successfully gene-spliced this chipmunk with a piece of provolone cheese!"
Dr. Alphonse Mephesto, South Park

"Why are his eyes mouths?!"

"It was fascinating to watch those tentacles grow out of your eyes."

"It started with stomach spasms that felt like writhing lamprey nests hatching in his belly. Then, Joe could hear the hag-fish singing in the crushing depths, even when he pretended he could not, even when the Q-tips snapped in half in his bloody ears. Madness bubbled in his brain like the bends. Then pale flesh. Then barnacle sores and wriggling growths and sea cucumber discharges. Now Joe feels the itch and burn as different species of coral battle for primacy of his chest, spitting up their digestive enzymes in time-lapse warfare. Something scuttles out of one body cavity, to be eaten by something hiding in another.
And though the seagulls hear a thousand stories, all Joe can hear is "Draug-draug-draug-draug-draug!"

"It was bad. She took Glory Girl with her, you know. When Gallant died, Vista saw the body. When Aegis was mashed to a literal pulp by Leviathan, to the point that he couldnít function anymore, when he died, despite his power? I got to see the remains to verify for myself. But Victoria Dallon was still alive and they didnít let us see. A select few adults and family members got to see her, they carted her off to a parahuman asylum and none of the rest of us got to say goodbye, because the end result was that fucked up."

"...And you look like the victim of a surgical crime,
A little Darth Vader, a little Optimus Prime
You used to be "OK"
and I liked you that way,
But I don't think that I like you "better"
No, I don't think that I like you "better"
Jonathan Coulton, "Better"

"Enterprise. What we got back didn't live long. Fortunately."
A transporter officer, Star Trek: The Motion Picture

"Oh wow! That's a great offer. How 'bout instead I shuffle the functions of every hole in your face?"
Bill Cipher, Gravity Falls (just before doing this in response to Preston Northwest's request to join Bill's gang.)

"Gentlemen, Behold! I have grafted a deer antler onto my groin!"

"My entire body feels hot and itchy and I'm sweating all the time now. I scratched the swelling on my arm and a piece of rotten flesh just dropped off. What the hell's happening to me?"
— A portion of The Keeper's diary, Resident Evil Remake. This is tame compared to other transformations.

Diseased. Filthy, diseased, crawling things. Plagued with the infection of flesh. Disgusting. Dirty. Diseased. Weeping sores. Slice them away. Slice their bodies away before they are lost in the meat. No. Don't touch the meat. Let them boil in their prisons. Don't touch them, the filthy, crawling creatures. Keep away from them. They share their infection. They think they have carved out their cancer, but it grows. It grows in them. It waits until Gehenna to eat their flesh. To consume the corrupted, stinking meat.
CAN'T THEY SEE?"
— A Malkavian perspective on the Tzimisce, Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Malkavian (Revised)

"Real newborns aren't clean-looking gurgling bundles of cuteness. Real newborns are covered in mucus, blood, amniotic fluid, and other bodily substances, up to and including fecal matter. There is a chance they could be covered in a peach fuzz-like substance called lanugo (a remnant of when our ancestors were a lot hairier than we are now; most fetuses lose it before birth, but obviously, a few don't). They may also be covered in a waxy substance called vernix caseosum, which is basically just congealed skin oils, dead cells, and lanugo. Their skin will usually have a red hue to it as well and look somewhat "wrinkly", especially if they are considerably premature. On top of all this, most newborns have noticeably misshapen heads from the birth process, since their skulls aren't yet closed and their bones are very flexible. To say nothing of the placenta that should be popping out with the babe. Even newborns that have been cleaned up and are a couple days old are generally Ugly Cute at best. It's been said that all newborn babies look like Winston Churchill."
This Very Wiki, from Three-Month-Old Newborn, explaining exactly why most people are revolted at the sight of newborns and babies.

God hadn't looked out for Roy Benson, didn't matter how much he prayed or kept his hands to himself. His fingers were swollen and blackened, and his face was covered in dark tumors, red at the edges and black at the center. One masked the entire left half of his face, closing the eye to a slit and disfiguring his lips so that they turned up at one side in the semblance of a grin. Jerry could make out what was left of his teeth, barely held in place by his rotting gums, and his distorted tongue flicking in the cavern of his mouth. Black fluid flowed like oil from his nostrils and his ears and the corners of his mouth, pooling on his chin before dripping onto the floor. He said something, but Jerry couldn't understand what it was. All he knew was that Roy Benson was rotting away before him, and crying because he couldn't understand why this was happening to him.

This poor unfortunate had a tire blow at something way over the speed limit on an open but empty field. By the time anybody else came along, gremlins had scuttled away with his unconscious body and begun repairing it. They dug out the fragments of his splintered ribs, kept his heart beating with bits of an old alarm clock and gave him a solid metal chassis underneath his chest. He didn't do much more than moan and squirm a little, though, so they began to look for other problems. Ultimately, they replaced his entire trunk with plastic and rubber, and replaced his clumsy digestive system with a processing plant for simple diesel. The characters might discover the Gremlin Victim dying by the side of the road, desperate for fuel, or they might be sent to rescue him when he doesn't arrive somewhere as planned. Of course, he's not long for the world after the gremlins finish with him...

Itchy skin, inflamed and peeling. Mouldering scabs, decaying, dribbling. That was how it started. Then bouquets of angry boils swelled tender and ripe. And bilious slime, dimly amber, curdled in jaundiced wounds. Rivers of putrid phlegm cascaded from scarlet sores as fractured bone ruptured rotting flesh. Crimson agony soaked into tattered clothing. Sullied body and soiled garment twisted and merged... a swirling mosaic of fused fresh and fabric. That was how it continued. Sidney Crumb is ill.
Captain Britain, "Sid's Story"

And then there were the people who went six months in its presence. The first team, you see, it never occurred to them that they were breathing in spores. I should show you photos. I think I have them on a memory stick in the bag somewhere. When they cut old Massey open, they found three mycoprotein heads growing in his stomachs, like doll's heads carved out of toadstools.
Reddin, Supergod

If you need to go to the bathroom after this next series of tests, please let a test associate know, because in all likelihood whatever comes out of you is going to be coal. Only temporary, so do not worry. If it persists for a week, though, start worrying and come see us, because that's not supposed to happen.
Cave Johnson, Portal 2

You tell your flock to fight against Chaos, against change and its servants, but you haven't seen them. You cannot understand. Not even death is an end. Change is the constant that cannot be changed. They told me that. I heard them singing it. The shimmering legions come for us, and we must dance to the beat of their drums. The spell-men of the Great Changer throw their will into the sky, and the air crackles with light and colour. We are lost! Why can't you see? He will melt my shape like he did his soldiers. He will give me fingers instead of legs and teeth instead of eyes. He'll steal my soul and make me giggle his rhymes, and I'll be counted as one of his, because Sigmar won't want me then. No one will want me then. Yes, we will be changed and we will march with Him, then all the world will have His colour and His light and His madness.

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