Wesley Bracken

Figurines 2 - Wolf x Skunk

Samuel got home to his apartment, his suit still damp even though the nightmare was almost half an hour behind him. He’d been on his lunch break from work downtown, heading home, when the need to take a piss had become a bit more urgent than he would have liked. Samuel had always had a bit of a weak bladder, so he knew where all the urinals were in a ten block radius from his office. He’d hustled over to the park where there was a small bathroom--just a stall, a urinal, and a sink--gone i...

Lonrak's Blessings

Grief can send people in strange directions, if it catches them off guard. Judith’s passing was a complete surprise--a car accident one day driving home from a routine doctor’s appointment. Even though he’d thought he was ready to lose one of his parents, it still hit Harry hard, losing his mom in such a violent manner, especially since he’d lost his wife to cancer just a couple of years before. He was so busy focusing on his own grief, and helping his eighteen year old son, Kevin, pr...

Slob Control - The Den of Dirty Daddies

Jamie headed up the driveway to Kurt's house. Jamie and Kurt had been good friends all through high school, and both of them had opted to take a gap year before going off to college. They'd found some jobs to save up some money, but in all honesty, both of them were just enjoying the freedom from the confines of school for the time being. Kurt usually worked today, which made the text Jamie had received inviting him over rather unexpected, if not unwelcome. Jamie hadn't exactly been doing muc...

Figurines (Commission)

“You...bought that thing?” Stephen asked, “Why...would you...it’s disgusting.”

“What do you mean? It’s cute,” Paul said, setting the figurine on his bookshelf.

Cute is not a word that Stephen would use to describe the little statue that Paul had brought home with him and started showing off. The thing was hideous, actually. Some strange looking beast, half man, half pig, in repose. It was enormously fat, its face twisted and misshapen into some strange expression o...

Slob Control Poll - Peter's Son

Hey all! Been mulling over a few different ideas about what to do with Peter's college age son when he comes home and discovers his dad has become the neighborhood's muscle slave pig. Some of the options feature characters from other entires as well. I'd be curious to see what you all might be interested in. You can vote for multiple possibilites if you want.

Slob Control - One Big Happy Family

As Bill was scrying his way through the neighborhoods around him that week, he would occasionally happen across a pervert or two who really spoke to him. Perverts who had the sorts of desires he could understand, things that normal society would never allow. But normal society wasn’t going to exist soon enough, and Bill figured it was high time the perverts of the world finally got what they wanted. One fellow in particular that he happened to like, was Ray, who lived in an apartment a few ...

Slob Control - Gear Night at The Alley

Bill had gone out to the gay bars around town a time or two, but had generally always been dissatisfied with them. They certainly weren’t like the bars from decades past, seedy little joints where you could get up to a little trouble in the dark, and no one batted an eye. These days they were so bright and clean and...judgemental. Bill had long since given up on trying to go out, but now that he had his spellbook, he had a feeling he could make the bars around town a little more fun. He dec...

The Christmas Imp

Here's the story I wrote for the Christmas story exchange over on GSS, aka, secret satan 2022. My tags this year were cum inflation, himbo, and pecs, to give you an idea of what's in store. I still gave it my own twist of course. Hope you enjoy it!

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Twas the night before the night before Christmas. Jim was in his office, staring at a research paper he’d been working on for nearly two years, and that he was going to be presenting at a conference in January. He was so close...

Opening for Commissions!

Alright, I'm going to be opening up for writing commissions, which I haven't done for a while. I'm not entirely sure how long it will last, but I was out of work for a month, and could use some extra funds at the moment. 

I'm opening up for two kinds of commissions: 

Commission type #1 - Flash Commission

This commission has a flat rate of $50, and will be around 1500 words long, enough to tell a short flash fiction story of your choice. A transformation description...

Slob Control - Peter's New Boss

For Peter during that first week, making the adjustment to his new body, and his new life, was a struggle. Not, necessarily in the ways he would have expected. Going back to work that Monday morning, he was surprised to find that all of his office clothes fit--mostly. Everything was a bit tight on him, making it a little embarrassing, especially around his crotch. His bulge looked massive no matter what he did, and it only made it more humiliating knowing it was all balls--his tiny cock would...

Slob Control - Body Mods From Hell

This is a repost, technically, of what will be the third chunk of "Slob Control". This one is unlocked for everyone at the $5 level, as I wrote in my update a couple of days ago. I have another chunk that I'll post for everyone tomorrow.

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Looking back on it, Bill realized he probably overdid it a bit. After forty-three loops, he figured he finally had Sam, gutter and the rest of the crew in a good position. He’d been ignoring the headache that had been nag...

Updates

Anyway, much to my surprise, I guess I'm back to posting fiction on a fairly regular basis for the forseeable future. Due to some health stuff, I've been off of work for a few weeks, and as things go when I am bored, my horny/creative whatever kicks into overdrive, as you all might have noticed. Nothing has gotten flagged by Patreon yet either, so that's positive news as well, so I might as well keep going at it.

That said, I started posting bits of "Slob Control" in small chunks, mostl...

Slob Control - Bill Time-Fucks his Foreman (Part 3)

Loop 26

He deserved this.

Grant looked up at where Sam was sitting in front of him, grimy jeans around his ankles, and ran his tongue up the length of his thick cock, feeling it throb against his tongue. He was a stupid, horny pig. A worthless, filthy fucking piece of shit pig. Part of him told him that wasn’t true still, that he had to fight this, that this wasn’t right, but that piece got quieter every time. He’d done this before, he was sure of it somehow. Not just yest...

Slob Control - Bill Time-Fucks His Foreman (Part 2)

Loop #9

Something about this morning was definitely off. Everything seemed familiar, and yet different. Grant pulled into the lot again, and took another drag off his cigar--it was the only thing that could seem to calm his nerves this morning, but even as he did, he found it difficult to believe he was even smoking. Part of him, a part of him that was something between an echo and a memory, told him that he hated smokers, that he’d always considered it a filthy habit. It was a filt...

Slob Control - Bill Time-Fucks his Foreman (Complete)

For anybody still supporting me at the ten dollar level, I'll go ahead and just post the complete drafts of the chapters as I finish them. Here's the complete second chapter. The third chapter is also finished, and I'll post that in a day or two.

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Loop #1

It had been the best weekend of Bill’s life, by far. Finally taking his asshole neighbor down a peg or ten with the help of his new spellbook had been the most satisfying moment in his life by far. Sunday at...

Slob Control - Bill Time-Fucks his Foreman (Part 1)

Loop #1

It had been the best weekend of Bill’s life, by far. Finally taking his asshole neighbor down a peg or ten with the help of his new spellbook had been the most satisfying moment in his life by far. Sunday at around eleven, Pete had made his way over to where Bill was smoking on the porch, waiting for him to arrive for his daily service, and he’d spent a few hours putting his new neighborhood slave through his paces, making sure Pete properly appreciated Bill...

Slob Control - Peter's Enslavement (Part 3)

Half an hour later, they laid on the bed together, their hairy bellies sticky with sweat and several loads of Peter’s cum that he’d shot between them before finally collapsing beside his Master. “That was good, slave,” Bill said, rolling over and running his hand through Peter’s new beard, “You’ve made me very, very pleased, this afternoon.”

“I...Thank...Sir...” Peter said, not quite certain how to respond. He’d enjoyed it, but only because he’d been compelled to...

Slob Control - Peter's Enslavement - Part 2

Got a good little buffer with this story, so the chapters will come fast for the next week or slow, then we'll see. Enjoy!

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“First of all, Pete, we’re gonna have to do something about this body of yours. No slave of mine is going to look like, well, this--I can tell you that. Go stand back where you were, so I can get a good look at you.”

Peter did as he was told, and went back to stand a few feet in front of Bill’s recliner. He’d always taken decent care of his...

Slob Control - Peter's Enslavement (Part 1)

Been a while since I've actually had time to write stuff, and with literally nothing else to do these last couple of weeks, I've been both horny and inspired again. This isn't anything particularly serious, just some good old classic fantasy smut. I have no ending in mind. I'll be posting short sections here, as long as they don't get me in trouble, and over on Sponsus too. Gonna try to at least post 1000 words here a week, but will try to post more if possible. If you have suggestions/reques...

Visit from the Slob Fairy - Twine Game

Update: 11/12

Alright! Patreon won't let me upload the attachment for some reason. If you want to play it, you can either download it over on my discord server, which you should have access to, or you can go to this link here. It'll look weird and broken, but you can download it from there, run it in a browser, and it works fine.

Had some playtesters who not...

Halloween at the Barnyard (Part 3)

Hey all! Here's something I've been working on the past few months, a third entry in The Barnyard series. It's real long, so I'm just going to include it as an attachment. You can find it as a pdf below! Hope you enjoy it.

The Pigtown Chronicles: Chapter 3.17 - Establishing Residency

Hey all, this is the final chapter of part three! I hope you all enjoyed this one and the two before it. I'll be taking a break from this story for a bit so I can work on some other, shorter things before I come back and tackle part four, probably early next year. Thanks as always for reading!

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Jimmy woke up on something soft, but not that soft. It wasn’t asphalt, but it also wasn’t his bed at home, though as he swung his arms and legs, flailing a bit, it ...

The Pigtown Chronicles: Chapter 3.16 - A Few Steps Behind

“What do you mean, it’s gone?”

“I...well, the morning shift arrived to guard the, uh, anomaly, and it simply wasn’t there. It was just a wall again.”

Commander Rumwell took a seat in the chair behind his desk, lit up a cigar, and rubbed his temples for a few moments. He ground his thumbs in hard, and then laid his hands on the surface. “Things like that don’t disappear in Pigtown. What time did the shift arrive?”

“Seven in the morning. You...know how hard...

The Pigtown Chronicles: Chapter 3.15 - Big Horny Bastards

Hugh woke up in his bed, shaking a bit, already feeling the familiar sensation of withdrawal settling over him. It wasn’t particularly late in the morning, and he hoped that it wouldn’t be long before Parker returned with his promised load. The night before, he’d gotten what Parker had asked for, the location of the lab where BHB was being produced. Aaron had been hesitant to part with the information, and Hugh had eventually been forced to wire him a substantial amount of cash in order...

The Pigtown Chronicles: Chapter 3.14 - Mercy in the Darkness

For Jimmy, time was counted in the silence between each strike of the flogger, between the hollow scream of the shade, and the next thud of the leather on flesh, or whatever passed for flesh on Marlon’s body. No, not Marlon. This thing was not Marlon. Just a shadow, just an imposter, just a fraud. Jimmy had never wielded a flogger before, and in his haphazard strikes, he often struck himself in the process. The sharp sting of the leather was enough to remind him of his own gullibility, his ...

The Pigtown Chronicles: Chapter 3.13 - Portrait of a Lover

Sorry this one is a day late! Also, as an end of the month reminder, now would be a good time to move your sponsorship over to my Sponsus account before Patreon charges in a couple of days! You can find my account here. 

Few things in art can survive the light of day. Samuel always worked best at night, often by candlelight, sketching and drafting and musing. He would be satisfied, until he w...

The Pigtown Chronicles: Chapter 3.12 - Something New

It had been a long night, but then, every night was long and fraught. Rumwell rolled over in his king sized bed, only occupied by him this morning. It had been another busy night, when he and his cops didn’t have as much time to satisfy their own vices, occupied as they were with containing everyone else’s. The high point of the evening, certainly, had been the capture of one of Shadow’s shades, which had been sent down into the jail for the warden to deal with, though where there was o...

The Pigtown Chronicles: Chapter 3.11 - Jimmy's Descent

As Jimmy descended down into the jail below precinct 27, it was difficult to shake the sensation that he was passing into some other place, somewhere that didn’t quite exist in the same sense that the station, or the street. Going into Pigtown felt similar, perhaps. Crossing that liminal space between the normal world--if that world of suburbs and skyscrapers and children could be considered normal--one could sense that the rules had shifted. Each person might describe this differently. Som...

The Pigtown Chronicles: Chapter 3.10 - Alphas Need a Beta

Sorry this one is a day late!

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Parker, with his two thralls following behind him down the dark street, didn’t look entirely out of place in Pigtown, though usually that sort of sight was more common deeper in, closer to the heart. He still got more than a few gawks from the men he passed by, and even then, none of them were really seeing him for what he truly was. It was around midnight when he got to Hugh’s apartment and pounded on the door--but no one an...

Some News!

Hey all! 

Just wanted to share a little news update on some developments. First, I just wanted to remind folks that my Sponsus page is up and running! There's absolutely no obligation to switch over, but there are a couple of additional benefits over there. For one thing, I'm doing suggested stories again, but only for folks sponsoring me over there. I might post some of the results here as well, but if you want to be able to make suggestions of your own, you'll need to head over t...