When things start to get clear again he pulls out his sticky hand from his trousers in confusion. Confusion not about the cum, but about the trousers. He had shorts on, didn't he? He is just home from school. But he can also remember leaving work. Confusing.
2020-08-02 23:23:53 +0000 UTC View PostI'm always looking for interesting ways of starting a transformation. While thinking about genies tricking the one making wishes, probably after having read some story of that sort, and demons granting a wish in exchange for a soul, I begun thinking of what the reverse would look like. I quickly realized that the standard demon trade, something you want for something it wants, is exactly the same in reverse, but perhaps that could be made into fooling someone. Then the main plot for the story...
2020-08-02 21:18:57 +0000 UTC View Post
"I'm honestly really bored with all the limitations. One wish for one soul. It's not like the first few wishes anyone does differ that much. Wealth, health, and whatever helps you bed the one you've had your sights on."
You try to listen to what he says. It's objectively interesting to have a glass of Islay single malt with an actual demon, but it so damned hard to concentrate. Whatever sexual ...
2020-08-01 16:00:51 +0000 UTC View Post
I can't see for myself, but I bet I look exactly like the kind of deviant that would do this type of kinky shit on a weekend. I must admit I was curious when he asked me to put on the rubber suit, and I had too many party chemicals in my blood to ask why he had one in my size. I know I followed him down the stairs to his "playroom", and I got into the damn thing willingly, though with plenty of help....
2020-07-30 21:09:47 +0000 UTC View PostThis is a rewrite of changingmen’s Once You Go Black...
“Black girls have the biggest tits, bro”
I rolled my eyes at yet another racist, sexist statement from my roommate Jamie. If someone else on campus said it I would have just put it down as some inse...
2020-07-28 23:27:40 +0000 UTC View PostI found this story on an old laptop. The name of the story is "Found", so it's not just me describing it. Unfortunately it is not finished and I left myself a cliffhanger. I have no idea where I was going with this, and this feels a bit like deja vu for me as if the story exists fully written somewhere. Perhaps I did publish it and forgot about it, but if I didn't it makes sense that I feel like I did, since at one point I had the entire story in draft form in my head. I can recall a few thin...
2020-07-25 14:07:26 +0000 UTC View Post
As you move the settings you try to predict which ones illicit audible reactions and which ones don't. Your roommate has stayed in his room since you began, but the walls only muffle his shock, gasps, and moans. You started with his skin. Made it darker, softer, and smoother. That gave you a "What the?" through the wall. Then you worked on his core muscles, dialed down the body fat, gave his shoulder...
2020-07-23 20:07:54 +0000 UTC View Post
I was really freaked out that night when it happened for the first time. I had some hazy memory of what had happened earlier that evening, but didn't connect the events until later. He had thought I had disrespected his boyfriend and came over to "talk". I was like "whatever man", but I didn't want to create a scene. Then he begun saying weird things, shook my hand in a weird way, tapped my shoulder,...
2020-07-21 21:23:28 +0000 UTC View PostThis is a story by rubberpupthoughts that I expanded a bit in a tumblr reblog. The original post from him had a more explicit photo, different room, different guy, different angle, but very similar pose. The tumblr heuristic, or diligent gnomes, found it to break their content guidelines, so it was blocked. A while back he however posted his original story again with a new photo, so I dug up th...
2020-07-15 06:44:40 +0000 UTC View Post
There isn't a shadow of a doubt. It is his face, two years younger if the text is the be believed, but unmistakenly his. "Matthew Wilson", it says, "age 17 was last seen outside the Odeon theatre after having seen the 'Hypnotic Henry' show." It then went on with some physical descriptions that are way off, though the height is close.
"You recall any of that?", Roy asks while taking back his pho...
2020-07-15 06:04:22 +0000 UTC View PostMy version of The Durag by bodilychanges.
“Ella! Where the fuck is today’s mail?” David shouted before even having sat down at the breakfast table. He was firm in his view that vigilant scrutiny and immediate punishment was the source of his wealth, allowing him to have a maid in the first place. David had many other firm views. “Homosexuals are ...
2020-07-10 01:00:56 +0000 UTC View Post
It's not like I'm frozen. I can move anything I want as long as I keep the pose, stay on the bed, and face the wall. I don't even know where I am. He told me to not look out, so I couldn't. How does he do that? We drove quite a while, so I wouldn't be surprised if we're in a different state. The hairdresser didn't give any clues, not that I could ask him. "Don't communicate except to answer questions...
2020-07-07 21:39:37 +0000 UTC View Post
Shit, everything else in here looks like normal food? There is nothing I can do to reverse it now. Why the fuck would he store magic potions or whatever the fuck that is in here in the first place? He knew I would sleep over and knows I get hungry during the night. I guess this explains how he suddenly got his looks last year.
2020-07-04 21:02:51 +0000 UTC View Post
It's nice to go to the gym a few times a week and feel you are not totally wasting your body. I usually do some orbital until I'm out of breath, then I cool down a bit on random machines. I don't strain myself, but I'm sure it does something. I don't really know any of the other gym members, though I recognize some of them. Today one of them, a huge guy with a beard, was waiting in the locker room as...
2020-07-02 18:17:31 +0000 UTC View PostAsh James has a blogspot blog focused on shaved heads. He has done a series of interviews with people who have shaved their heads and what that experience is like for them. Always interested in learning more about different kinks, I read this as well as his multipart story Unexpected Haircut. I found several things fascinating, and some other lacking in his stor...
2020-07-02 13:30:48 +0000 UTC View PostI wrote this as a draft at the end of January, when the eventual collapse of the UK economy was the worst we thought the year had to give. I thought a short caption talking about how the labor shortage in UK would be impacted by Brexit could be a good backdrop for some high tech hypno-solution to the problem for some companies. It didn't really feel finished, so I didn't publish it thinking I could come back to it later. The way things worked out I don't think this specific reason will ever b...
2020-06-29 19:36:38 +0000 UTC View Post
I can’t look at myself in the mirror enough. I like what I see, the face, the skin, the body. I love looking at the way the body moves. How the muscles form a tight bunch when I flex. That's the great thing with a gym, there are mirrors everywhere. I've put some in the bedroom too. I always, always masturbate looking in a mirror, but I want all sex to happen in the mirror too. I had freaky sex with...
2020-06-26 13:16:54 +0000 UTC View Post
Steve is still dazed and out of it. It's not shock, that'll come later. His mind simply can't comprehend reality now that his body is all different. Best is to just keep handing him beers and treat him as if nothing has changed, and he'll sort of normalize this. At least until he sobers up, but then everything else has already shaken into place.
2020-06-25 16:28:55 +0000 UTC View PostThis is the kind of story that is easy to write once you have established the parameters. The protagonist wanted the transformation, at least to the degree he ordered the apparent scam product in the first place. Once he discovers it actually works he is enthusiastic about the product, and the changes themselves cloud his judgment along the way. The company itself acts dishonest with how they withhold information, end result, and pricing, but their motivations aren't a mystery either.
S...
2020-06-23 00:25:37 +0000 UTC View Post
He knew something was going on, but couldn't figure out what, nor if it was good or bad. Mark, his boyfriend always dismissed his concerns, usually followed up by some kissing and telling him to "think of this instead". He couldn't be sure, but it probably started around his birthday. Mark had given him an old school MP3 player and told him that he made the perfect collection of songs and playlists f...
2020-06-22 12:55:27 +0000 UTC View PostI stared at the contents of the envelope, a blue jockstrap, and a folded piece of paper. I hadn’t put much hope into this “miracle solution” to becoming a jock without any of the work. Of course there was a catch. “First 20 customers get their first shipment free of charge” was enough for me to fill out the form with my information. It wasn’t anything too revealing. Name, address, height, weight, age. A box where you could write what you hoped to achieve with this revolutiona...
2020-06-21 18:44:18 +0000 UTC View Post
"You having fun?"
These kinds of clubs were not really my style. Half naked people with glow sticks, pumped full with beer, vodka, and molly exchanging as much body sweat as possible on the dance floor like it was still 1995, or as if we hadn't just been through a plague. Loud music making any meaningful conversation impossible, leaving shouts, gestures, and physical contact as the only mo...
2020-06-15 17:36:20 +0000 UTC View Post
Another bunch of disgusting old Arabs, drinking sweet tea, eating dates, smoking hookah, pointing finger, and chatting excitedly. It doesn’t look like they talk about me, but ever so often I think their chatter circles back to me somehow, and they point and wave and chatter in that cackle they call language. They never talk to me, never ask me to do anything. I’m free to do as I please, go where ...
2020-06-15 07:59:39 +0000 UTC View Post
It was like one of those bugs that kept appearing on iPhones, where you could send a few complicated characters in languages you didn't know existed and the phone would crash. It was purely by mistake he found it when he sent a message to Jon in the cafeteria when they were both fooling around. Whatever he wrote after the sequence Jon simply did, without question. First he thought Jon was still messi...
2020-06-09 01:45:43 +0000 UTC View Post“Oh, bother!” Sean said out loud as something sharp in the gym bag handle cut into his fingers. It had been a stupid request from the beginning when Mitch, Sean’s girlfriend's immature brother had called him late last evening and asked for a favor. A friend of his would drop off a bag outside the house during the night, and Sean should bring it to Mitch when he picks up her sister for the date. Why couldn’t his friends hand over their items in person? They meet almost every day anyway...
2020-05-31 23:31:29 +0000 UTC View PostI got a discord message about a "would you rather" game where you would present three cursed objects and the other person has to choose one. There are almost too many axes of freedom. The objects themselves can be anything from socks to piercings to carved jade dragons to cock rings. The effects themselves are of course a freedom, that can either be tied to the object (I recall someone having a fantasy about a fleshlight connected to his ass, so he would feel whatever was done to it). Then th...
2020-05-27 00:55:08 +0000 UTC View Post“Hey” someone, who called themselves Jaxon, sent out of the blue as a private discord message. I was a bit hesitant to answer such unsolicited approaches, but had not much else going on, so I answered with a curt “hi” after a few minutes.
“Yo whts up”
“Not much. I’m deciding between watching something or go straight to bed.”
“U wanna go under”
“Falling asleep? Or do you mean hypnosis?”
“Yep”
Still a bit unclear about what he wanted, b...
2020-05-23 22:01:20 +0000 UTC View PostSo this started out as a one liner caption when I posted this photo in a discord channel with the caption "Very personal trainer". Somewhere in my mind I was recalling another PT story where the trainer moved in into the home of the client. I'd like to write something around that some day, but this was clearly something different. The photo was then followed up with more comments like "he is checking out his form", and I had a few more puns lined up that needed a bit more work.
I then s...
2020-05-22 22:28:17 +0000 UTC View Post
He had always been polite, friendly even, but never enthusiastic about having me as a client. It was very obvious that it was all a professional arrangement he had been assigned by the gym. I showed up once a week, and he pointed out all the ways I had failed to keep up with my diet, my exercise schedule, and that I was still not doing the movements correctly. But it was what I paid him to do. My wee...
2020-05-19 19:30:28 +0000 UTC View Post
This is me and Donkey just before deployment. He was called Donkey even before being recruited. The fate of a guy with clueless parents naming you Donald Keynes. Ironically it became the perfect nickname after he got the "wrong" vaccination shots and got a human-size dose of the growth serum they experimented with on military dogs. I'm still not sure if it was a mistake or not. I can totally see...
2020-05-18 13:48:32 +0000 UTC View Post