joshslater

Wrapped

“The couple over at table 5 invite you to join them”, said the bartender as he sat down my third whiskey sour in front of me. I turned in the direction he had nodded and saw a couple in their fifties raising their glasses towards me. This was weird, unexpected, and not really what I was after. It’s just my third day as single again, and my plan for the evening was really just to get drunk on whiskey sour. Not having to talk to anyone I knew about how everything would be just right, how ...

Gameboy

He followed uncle Nate out to his car. This was the last opportunity he had to say something alone to him, but he didn't dare. It was as if Karen was still observing him from within the house, somehow spying on him. He knew that wasn't true. As horrible as she was, she didn't have superpowers. Not those kinds of superpowers at least. She could make him feel bad with just a look, and have him feel gui...

Freemium

Looking back this story has been lying around since at least August 2018. "This story" meaning the basic idea that a group of frats transforms a housemate into his target of racism. Then, as often is the case, I spent a lot of time trying to figure out what that looked like. Unfortunately most of the hits I found were too old, too buff, too happy, too light-skinned, too much of a pose. I felt a drunken frat caricature should at least have really dark skin, big nose, and big lips.

I mean...

Freemium

We all breathed a sigh of relief as soon as Joe had left the room. He’s trouble free enough to live with, and a great help with math, but when he gets drunk his racist upbringing shines through. And not any of that now common Trump MAGA immigrant retoric. No, it’s old school nigger this and redskins that racism. It makes any table uncomfortable, even this one, drunk as we all were. We hadn’t started as strong as Joe, so at least I was game for a few more poker hands.

As Steve was ...

Urgent Message

Hello, this is Joseph. I thought we agreed to swap back at 4 pm, and it is now almost 5. Someone from the homeowners' association saw me earlier today, and called our security company. I knew our passphrase when they called, of course, so it's not an emergency, but they will do an in-person check at 6 to make sure everything is in order. No hostage situation or things like that. Anyway, long message ...

One Year Clean

The outfit is such an eyesore to me, but you have to pick your battles. We do see the progress. This is miles from where we were a year ago, just after the rescue. He was almost repulsed by anything that wasn't dirty or threadbare. In comparison this looks like a fashionable teenage revolt.

There is so much we don't know, or ever will know. Who they were, why they did it, where they did it. The...

Pink Drink Twink

“Compliments from the gentleman in the corner” said the bartender as he placed the girliest of cocktails in front of me. A martini glass with a pinkish liquid, and a bright neon pink cherry on a stem in the middle. I looked up at Matt, who faced the right direction and saw his quizzical look turn into disgust. “Oh, for fuck's sake. It’s that fucking leather fag again. He’s still trying to score, even after what you told him” To say I rejected him was an understatement. Luckil...

Cashgod Cody Strong

I don't remember who I followed who reblogged this story, and I immediately fell in love with the way the protagonist was slipping in and out of agency. Some of the imagery was really appealing as well. That the shoe was warm, the way Cody used his feet to prod and manipulate him. Asking for permission to make a rewrite I learned this Cody was running a findom site, and the story came from one of his ...

Next of Kim

This story is from a backlog of stories I started by then for one reason or another didn't complete. I think I've had this one sitting since September last year, for no reason. I guess one reason was the depressing topic of suicide. Initially I just wanted that as a device for irrevocability. For a long while I pretended I was just looking for the right photo, which was totally not true.

For a long while I was just looking for a depressed gymrat, before deciding I wanted university age....

Next of Kim

“Fuck you, Thomas”. Kimberly was catching his breath after a particularly hard pull session at the gym. It was a ritual by now to end every gym session that way, catching breath and cursing Tom. On one hand it had been a year, so one could argue it was time to move on, but on the other it had been exactly one year since his suicide. “Fuck you, Thomas”, he said again, this time loud enoug...

Genie Out

People don't appreciate the effort that goes into altering reality. It's heavy work and takes a lot more time than anyone expects it to. "Just like magic" sounds nice when you are not the one doing the magicing. This wasn't a simple "win the lottery" alteration. Chance is magic to begin with. Nor was it a miraculous healing. That's just moving atoms. This required tracing back in time, finding decisi...

Kyle and Cody

Cody and I became best friends in middle school and stayed close all through high school. So it was only natural that we shared an apartment after graduation, while we figured out what to do next in life. Living with someone is very different than going to school with someone, and it soon became clear that we weren’t as close anymore as we had once been. Our work schedules made us drift apart, and ...

Birthday Suit

- Hi honey.
- Sam! Thank fuck you answered.
- Um... Who is this?
- It's me, Sam! Jason.
- You don't sound at all like Jason.
- It's me fuck dammit. I'll fucking prove it. When you left Tuesday you had the pink and white underwear.
- Jason! It is you. Why do you sound so strange?
- I.. You need to trust me here. I woke up in the wrong body.
- You did what?
- I wasn't feeling that well yesterday evening, went to bed, and woke up with someone else's body.
- Like in ...

Sender Unknown

This wasn't what he was supposed to look like, he knew that. He was of normal build, perhaps even thin by some opinions. This was done to him. Someone had changed him, for some reason. He even knew who had done it, and why. He just couldn't quite recall the specifics. As soon as he felt he got close, it slipped like a slippery, whatever is slippery. What did he really look like? That too was eluding ...

Gift Card

In November last year when I was sorting out my Christmas shopping (I try to be early), I was thinking about the now old trend of giving away experiences. Would it be a viable business to have a place that fashion you as one of the easier stereotypes? Jock, Nerd, Scally, Surfer, Skater, etc. Would people actually pay for such a service? The answer is probably yes, but unsustainable even in large metropolitan areas. But I can write about it. I didn't just want to make a shopping experience, so...

Gift Card

“Yo, anyone here?”

Brock closed the door to South London Styling behind him and took in the room for the first time. He had no idea what to expect, but was pleasantly surprised by the interior. It looked like a good barber, perhaps even towards the higher end. A man in his thirties, dressed in black polo shirt and pants emerged from a back room and greeted him. “Good Morning. How can I help?” he said in a British accent, which Brock had always thought sounded smart.

B...

The Arab Strain

I was in a Discord channel a while back with a lot of talk about Arabs and TF stories involving them, and wrote this small story prompt. I was considering turning it into a longer story, but I can think of more than one reason why this isn't the right story to write now. A while back I wrote Terminus, if you are eager for a pandemic TF story.

He had always looked OK. Blonde hair and a bit ...

Hail Hydrate

 I know what he is doing. Well, that's not entirely true. I know he is lacing my water with something, and I can see what it does to my body. Some of what it does anyway. How could he expect I wouldn't notice such huge changes? And that fast?! I like where this is going, though. I don't know what his end plan is, and frankly that makes it even more exciting. I'm actually more afraid he will stop...

Beach Bod

The way he is constantly looking my way makes me uncomfortable. I’m not used to being checked out like that, and can’t figure out why he is doing it. I’m not a looker by any definition. The kindest word you can use is “lean”, because I’m utterly unable to gain any weight. It’s not a secret to him either, as my pale, twiggy body is almost fully on display on the beach towel. At one ...

Ink drink

Someone made the following caption on a discord channel.

One drink had got him this amazing bod
What's the harm in one more...

So I decided to answer that question

The cup was barely empty when the itch started. At first he thought it was just an insect or something, but soon he realized something was happening to him. It took perhaps 10 minutes until he scratch...

Rebellion

- Why are we hiding back here?
- Mum told us not to smoke.
- Seriously? You're a big fucking man. We can do whatever we want.
- I've decided to do as she says until I'm 16, at least.
- She told you not to smoke.

Werehick

I've already done some stories involving possession that have the protagonist switch in and out of agency, like Bloody Marie and Possessive. This one was more of a dual personality, as the text says multiple times. The origin for this story was the suggestion "A were-redneck where dirty redneck clothes grow on you...

Werehick

I don’t know when it actually started. I had been aware of time slipping for me occasionally. I might have thought it was Sunday and it turned out to be Monday, but I had shrugged them off as a result of stress. The alternative would have been some mental disorder, and you really don’t want to go there in your self diagnosing. It wasn’t until after the “break-in” it started to become a regular occurrence. A serious one as well. Best I knew I woke up Saturday morning to a trashe...

So long, schlong

The origin for this story was a revenge story I recently read where one of the assailants was transformed into a large muscle hunk with a huge, impotent dick, and a massive sex drive. I had the thought what if a chastity device turned you dick into a massive, impotent one.

The text came fairly quickly, but then of course is the problem with illustration. It makes it so much better if there is a photo attached, but finding the right one with the right setting is such a chore. My original...

So long, schlong

He was good looking, black hair, hazel eyes, nicely toned body, and he was charming. Sure, he got paid to look pretty and act nice, but if he faked it, he did a damn good job of it. He came off as genuinely attractive and attracted. It confirmed what I had been thinking for several days, that I needed a break from the party-fuck-party loop I was stuck in. To me he was perfect, and yet I felt no desir...

Man Up

There are two inspirations for this story. For the main story, a woman who starts manipulating a man and is turned on by it, came from a discord channel. I asked one of the female members what kind of story she would like to see, and the central idea grew into this. It's very similar to the Recovery story, which also deals with a forced transformation, but then a magical physical one, and less wanted and a...

Change App

You could tweak the settings forever I suppose, but at some point enough is enough. I could go with more muscles, but I wasn't sure I really wanted that, and it would certainly make people suspicious. I didn't want to mess around with the face or things like my height either. At least not too much. People would be pretty envious this school start as it is.

Last Baby Sitter

“He’s finally here? I will be right down” my wife shouted from upstairs. I gave Marc a pained look. He’s been our go-to baby sitter for almost two years now, always treated as shit by my wife. I don’t understand it, but I suspect she is somehow jealous of anyone else watching our Sam. Afraid she’ll miss something important. The first burp, the first word, the first step, the graduation. To be honest I’m even surprised he did agree to show up when I called him, the way my wife sh...

Augmented Reality

It hadn't been that hard to blend in. Only one life, but there wasn't a ton of shit attacking you all the time either. But once in a while, when no one was watching, he enjoyed putting on the gear he had on when he entered this realm, not that it wasn't very much. Bandana, shorts, shoes, and a whole lot of muscles, though he carried the latter with him all the time.

Willpower

I was contacted by someone named William who asked me to dictate some changes for him. He felt he needed some sort of transformation, and put the directions in someone else’s hands. He didn’t have any specific direction in mind, and he still had goals and commitments of his own, so it shouldn’t be too drastic and not prevent him from going on with his normal life. Boring? I don’t think so.

I think this is a good opportunity to set up a few things, to make changes that are benefi...