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Let's Build the Next Interactive

Hi Everyone,

For this next interactive story, I'd like it to be a group process as much as possible so that you all can build it from the ground up.  With that said, please choose one of the six options for the main character, and one of the six mechanisms that will cause the transformations.  We'll get to the rest of the details after, but this will let us get started.  

If you don't see an option that you like, drop it in the comments and we'll count "likes" as votes. &n...

Eddie's Bad Day

***** This was a custom request for a Venom story, which I've seen some other people show an interest in, so I hope you all enjoy it.  It was my first (and likely only) attempt at a story with preexisting characters.  When I'm not writing these stories I'm a pretty big nerd on the side, so I say "likely only" because crossing the Comic Nerd part of my brain with the Smut part of my brain ended up being waaay more difficult than anticipated.  Also please don't sue me. *****

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Preying at The Altar (full text)

“It’s just a little bit further,” Braden said as h

Next Interactive

Hi Everyone,

Quick heads up - there will be a short break before the start of the next interactive.  I've got some ideas in mind, I just need to figure out how to implement them while I play catch up (why is the shortest month of the year also the busiest?!).  

In the meantime, I'll post the full text of Preying at The Altar so you don't have to search for the previous chapters.  It clocked in at just under 50 pages total, so it's a big one.  

Be on the lookout ...

Interactive: Preying at The Altar, Finale

Braden felt the sticky fluid begin to stiffen.  Like water turning to ice, it expanded as it hardened, taking on the same rough texture as the stone beneath him.  

“No!  Please! I’m sorry! Don’t do this!” Braden shrieked as the enveloping firmness crept inexorably up his trembling body.  It was reaching along his sides and up the back of his head.  

“Have a bit of dignity,” the creature next to him hissed.  It had shed all pretense of humanity, t...

Hand of Fate, pt. 1

“Can you reach it?”  

Tom stretched his arms and scooted further into the crevice.  “Almost.  Can you brace my legs for me?  I don’t want to slip in here.”  

“Uh, sure,” Ben said, hesitantly kneeling down and grabbing the back of his friend’s thighs.  This put him uncomfortably close to Tom’s tight rear, but it wasn’t as if he’d never seen it.  The small, thin jogging shorts they had on didn’t leave much to ...

Interactive: Preying at The Altar, ch. 8

Dave floated contentedly in the sun.  The cold water on his naked body was equal parts invigorating and relaxing.  Even though he knew he was alone, he still felt an exhibitionist thrill at the thought of being naked outside.  Part of him wanted someone to come by and find him.  He knew his lean, defined body looked good.  

“Dave!  Hey!”  

Dave’s eyes shot open and he blushed at the unexpected voice.  He’d just been thinking about someone f...

Two Halves of a Whole, pt. 2 (vignette)

Kyle still couldn’t believe his luck.  It had been a week since he’d written in the book, and every day just seemed to get better.  Cocky, alpha Brandon hung on his every word and Kyle doubted that he’d ever get tired of watching his buff, muscular friend strut around in his new panties.  It was even better when they were in public.  Kyle loved watching guys at the gym do a double take when they finally noticed the lack of a bulge between Brandon’s impressive quads, o...

Spread It Around, ch. 1

David watched Keaton from across the locker room.  He’d been watching the young man for the last hour during his workout, envying and resenting how easily the stocky man hefted dumbbell after dumbbell.  It had been so long since he’d experienced it that David could barely remember what that kind of vitality felt like.  At fifty five, he was still in better shape than most people half his age, but that didn’t make it any easier for him.  It didn’t make his joints ache ...

Interactive: Preying at The Altar, ch. 7

“Fuckin’ figures I’d come down with something on the weekend,” Ryan sighed, kicking off his shoes as he walked through his apartment door.  He’d started feeling “off” as soon as he left work.  He felt tired and sluggish and his head was starting to ache.  Even driving home had been a challenge as his arms became increasingly heavy on the wheel.  “Maybe a nap…” he muttered, unzipping his jeans and letting them drop.  

He stretched out on the couch in...

Custom Slot Available

Hi everyone,

Just a quick heads up that a short custom slot is available in case anyone’s been waiting. 

As always, thanks for reading and for the support!

Two Halves of a Whole, pt. 1 (vignette)

“Dude, quit being such a pussy!”  

Kyle winced as Brandon gave his shoulder a rough punch.  At twenty five, his roommate had yet to outgrow his alpha-jock immaturity.  Since it hadn’t happened yet, Kyle was starting to think Brandon never would, and he was fed up.  Living together had been fun at first.  Brandon was always the top dog, but Kyle had been content to live in his friend’s shadow.  After all, Brandon’s attitude wasn’t entirely undeserved. &...

Unraveled, ch. 3

Grant’s sleep was a blur of frantic, repeating nightmares.  He would be in the apartment with Wes, dressed in his regular clothes and not his recent, revealing outfit.  He’d be standing in his room when Wes would come by and pull a thread on his shirt.  The thread would keep going and going until his shirt was completely unwound, but it still didn’t stop.  His pants would go next, then his underwear, then his actual body.  He would scream and try to pull the thread...

Interactive: Preying at The Altar, ch. 6

Ryan cranked the shower on and stood under the tepid, meager streams that hissed through the rusty spout.  A dozen men of all shapes, sizes and ages did the same around him.  After almost ten hours of working the processing line the smell of dead fish was practically bonded to them.  It was a grueling job, but it suited Ryan perfectly.  He didn’t have to put much thought into what he was doing, the pay was decent, and it kept him active.  When his shift was over he cou...

Gaining Happiness

“Wait...I’m confused,” Hank laughed.  “You want to get jacked, but you don’t want to be around other guys lifting?”  

“No!” Kyle shook his head in frustration.  “It’s not that I don’t want to be around guys working out...I just can’t stand all those grunting meatheads.”  

“But you want to BE one of those meatheads.”  

“Not one of THOSE guys,” Kyle sighed.  It was perfectly clear in his fastidious mind and he was trying...

In The Hills (vignette)

It’s funny how many things you take for granted every day. All the little things, the muscle memories, and the reflexes that you don’t have to think about, you just do. They’re like blinking; you don’t even notice that you do them. Until you can’t. 

Getting out of bed is still one of the worst. It takes a lot of focus to get through the day any more, so when I’m half asleep it’s a losing battle. Something as simple as getting up to take a piss usually winds up with me in a h...

Interactive: Preying at The Altar, ch. 5

Chris squirmed as he sat in traffic.  He was feeling restless and edgy from his subpar score the night before.  

“Ow..damn…” He was also feeling uncomfortable.  He winced, shifting his weight.  His legs were sore and his jeans felt like they were cutting off circulation.  All of this conspired to make his already feeble attempt at going to work seem like even more of a bad idea.  He was in a rotten mood, and if he was this uncomfortable after sitting in ...

Unraveled, ch. 2

Grant’s head was still spinning as he stood at the sink cleaning up the dishes.  Other than his outfit, he and Wes had hung out like usual while they’d ate, but there was a creeping tone of condescension in the way Wes was speaking to him and ordering him around.  Things weren’t a request; they were an expectation.  And Grant jumped at it.  If Wes needed more water, he was up and getting it.  If Wes wanted more, he was filling the plate.  After they were done,...

Interactive: Preying at The Altar, ch. 4

“So you’re gonna call me tomorrow, right?”  

“Of course,” Chris said distractedly, only half looking up from his phone at the tall, thin brunette pulling her shirt on.  He wasn’t going to call her.  He didn’t even remember her name, and he wasn’t interested in finding out.  She’d gotten the better end of the deal, he thought to himself as he watched her get dressed.  Her ass DID look phenomenal in her tight leggings, but once they’d gotten down to i...

Up In Smoke (vignette)

Eli was drifting off.  His physical body was relaxed and comfortable, fading to a distant memory as his dream-self took flight.  The incense worked quickly; by the time he’d dropped a small mound on the burning charcoal and took a deep breath, he only had a moment to get himself in position before consciousness faded.  The smell was pungent and spicy, strong enough on its own to make someone dizzy, but it had another quality altogether.  It wasn’t an aphrodisiac, exactly....

The Interview: Bear Country

A few patterns were starting to emerge at this point.  They were always  men.  Usually fit, usually younger.  I say usually because I've found  some cases of older guys.  All straight before it happens.  Always more  than one person.  Not that any of this tells me anything.  Are these  things that made them targets?  Or are they young and fit because those  are the kinds of people who usually do outdoorsy things?  And then &nb...

The Interview

I'm not sure that these stories will ever see the light of day, but I  have to get them down.  I have to put them out there.  The world isn't  anything close to what you think it is.  We're all dangling above an  uncaring void and the line we call reality could snap and send us  tumbling down at any moment.  I tried to find the people who were  responsible.  Or at least the people affected so I could tell their  stories.  Then I became ...

The Bull, pt. 3

Brad woke up to the sound of animal grunting.  He wasn't in his bedroom;  he was sprawled out on the couch downstairs by the patio.  His body  ached all over.  The events of the previous night were still fresh in  his mind.  He didn't want to believe that what he'd seen was actually  possible, but the noises he heard told him otherwise.  He sat up and  looked towards his exercise room, where the thin new Levi was plowing  into Jack's now bod...

The Bull, pt. 2

Brad tossed and turned for hours.  Now that Justin was asleep he stared  at his altered body, finally able to show the horror he didn't want the  other man to see.  His stomach turned as he grabbed his formerly meaty  package, easily swallowing it with one large hand.  It still felt good,  at least, it just didn't change size or shape like it should.  Instead,  it caused that pressure he felt inside to grow.  It didn't occur to him  to try a...

The Bull, pt. 1

"Get your ass in my office.  Now!"  Brad slammed the phone down, nearly  breaking it.  They called him "The Bull" for a reason.  At 6'4" he was a  towering wall of muscle that made the large oak desk look small.  He  liked the nickname.  It kept his guys in line.  He didn't start and grow  a successful brokerage company by being a gentle giant.  And having  just turned 50 he wasn't about to start.  Besides, he paid these guys ...

Creature Feature

The sudden blaring music and sounds of a crowd split the night as the front door of the large, victorian home swung open.  The quiet street echoed with reverberating bass and the sounds of yelling voices.  Struggling forms were being forced towards the entryway as a sea of angry faces looked on.  

“Well fuck you too!”  Blake yelled as he was shoved out the front door.  

“Fuckin’ uptight bitches,” Tyler spat as he was promptly ejected behind his friend. ...

Interactive: Preying at The Altar, ch. 3

Braden groaned and squirmed on the stone slab.  He knew something was very wrong.  The limp, girthy cock flopped back onto his flat stomach hadn’t stopped oozing since his impossibly large eruption earlier.  His entire midsection was soaked as the seemingly endless stream trickled out.  He was trying not to think about any of his friends.  The monster standing over him mentioned reaching out to them through him, so he was doing his best to keep his thoughts focused on ...

Interactive Update

Hi Everyone,

The next chapter of the current interactive will be up this weekend. Turns out, after ten days off work at the day job, the first week back is a bit of a (total) cluster.  Thanks for your patience! 

Wish Candle, Day 3 pt. 2 (vignette)

“Workout help clear your head any,” Dylan asked when they’d finally left the gym.  

Jeff stretched his sculpted arms and shrugged.  After what just happened in the locker room, walking down the street in nothing but tiny, light green boxer briefs and tennis shoes didn’t seem so bad.  “I think so?  I guess it doesn’t really matter...what’s happening is happening.”  He ignored Dylan’s raised eyebrow and tried not to think about how many people we...

The Deep End

“He’s a looker, isn’t he?”  

Cole almost dropped his drink at the unexpected voice.  He hadn’t noticed anyone take up the stool next to him. It was as if the man just appeared there.  “Oh! Uh, what was that,” he asked, trying not to blush. As startled as he was, Cole was more shaken by being so obvious. Still being in the closet, he thought himself a master at being discreet when it came to checking guys out. In his head, he’d convinced himself that hi...