Like most of the hypotheticals (all but one I think) I saw the image first and had it inspire a story. In this case I was first simply thinking of how do you actually wear it? Close to it we obviously have my obsession with waking up different.
After some research I found out that it is a 8-9kg neck shackle that costs 315 EUR. I would really like to test one out, but not for that price.
Your back hurts and you can’t move your head, that’s the first you realize. It takes a few moments for you to realize most of you can move around fine, it’s just your neck that is held in place. There is some sort of structure around your neck. It feels like metal with rings sticking out, and some sort of flap sticking out the front. You can see it, barely, looking down. You tap it. It sounds s...
2019-12-19 01:21:05 +0000 UTC View PostFucking kill me already. If it’s 1 hour walk and I need to be at the fish market at 7, why the fuck did I set the alarm for 5? I had no memory of going to bed, but apparently I had managed to do that. How much did I drink? Was I still drunk? Fuck! Was I still high? I don’t know how long that shit lasts. Did I even get high at all? I must have slept on the side, because the right ear piercing hurt.
I decided to get up and take a shower after all. Some hydration and 3-in-1 adidas bull...
2019-12-16 14:03:31 +0000 UTC View PostThis is probably more of a caption than a story. I just saw the photo and thought the hoodie looked amazing, and that the guy looked like he had just heard sad or upsetting news. As always when saving time, have the story jump straight to the transformation discovery phase.
I thought he looked a bit like a redneck, but wearing high quality scally gear, so I threw in the ATV part to make it a bit more rural.
I imagine the hypnotist leaves him to stew in his misery and have a bit of...
2019-12-16 13:44:46 +0000 UTC View PostI'm always looking for different rationales for transformations, and I thought the original story with a stalker transforming one person in a relationship into something that would be the total opposite of what the other partner would be attracted to was a really great idea. Obviously there could have been race change or sex change as well, but I didn't want to deviate too much from the original. I however wanted the stalker to initially be a bit coy about the transformation and then later be...
2019-12-15 02:06:20 +0000 UTC View PostMichael stared at the door. There was still time to back out. To go back home and accuse Tom of cheating. Although Michael was assertive, tough even, he didn’t like confrontation. Not real, emotional confrontation. As soon as he saw the text he knew it wasn’t just another Grindr hookup. He and Tom decided very early on that sex and love were two very different things, and whatever they did to each other in the bedroom would only get better if they had inspiration from other encounters. 2019-12-14 23:16:29 +0000 UTC View Post
- …4 and 5. You are now fully awake and aware.
- Mate, that’s fokking…
He gets a bit of apprehension in his eye as he looks at me, still not fully grasping reality.
- I can’t fokking speak strait. It’s yer doing innit?
- Yeah, I said I would hypno you.
He looks past me now, taking in the room. His expression is moving towards disbelief. He can see that it is his room...
2019-12-14 18:56:32 +0000 UTC View PostI had this elaborate sequence of events for how the sisters found and consumed what they thought was alcohol hidden by their brother, but it just became convoluted. I'm not really sure how old they all are either, so that is up to the reader's imagination. I did consider having a bit where Victor make a comment about them all wearing his underwear, but it felt like a detail too unimportant to bring up in such a heated moment. And he wasn't in shock either, when people tend to focus on random ...
2019-12-09 02:38:19 +0000 UTC View Post
- We found your secret.
I’ve just entered my room, and turn around towards the sound to see three unknown, almost naked hot males in and around my bed. This is literally a dream come true. My brain is speeding to figure out who they are and why they are here, while at the same time it is winding down and handing over control to my dick. I don’t know anyone rich enough to surprise me with a ...
2019-12-08 23:19:27 +0000 UTC View Post
Thank fuck for people becoming habitual cellphone users. I get some vague memories from all my hosts, but it’s sketchy with things as precise as codes. Fingerprint scanners are the best, but muscle memory is pretty good too, so if they use their phone often and for a long time I’m good. Given how people place more and more of their lives in a small rectangle of magic minerals it’s easier than e...
2019-12-06 23:36:41 +0000 UTC View PostI felt tired all the way back. Going back felt much quicker, and not just because we didn’t have to ask for directions, but I was rudely made aware that I was no where near in as good shape as I thought I was. I didn’t really go anywhere in London, with all the buses and underground lines. The only exercise I did came in short bursts at Ross’ Repairs, whenever they needed me to lift something heavy.
But it wasn’t just my legs and feet that were getting sore, nor my chest that wa...
2019-12-04 20:53:00 +0000 UTC View Post“Canny mint spot, innit. Just by our door.”
Declan expertly squeezed the Corsa into an empty spot next to the pavement on one of the narrow streets lined with like a million identical buildings of dirt-yellow brick townhouses. The building next to us looked run down, with a heap of rubbish lining the stairs to the front door. But that was the same for pretty much every house on this street. As we walked to the door I could see some grafitti wannabe artist had tagged the door with a ...
2019-12-02 03:03:47 +0000 UTC View Post
I was still in shock over what had just happened. What did I look like? If the arms were any indication I had totally transformed. It certainly felt like it. It would be so easy to turn around and look at my reflection, but my body didn’t follow my wishes. ‘Just sit there and suck it dry’ he had said. I could do nothing but. The liquid was tepid and didn’t taste of much. Waffle batter perhaps...
2019-12-02 03:01:36 +0000 UTC View PostThis started out as a request.
Could you make one about a nerd called Cesar and he is bullied by a hot jock named Jose and Cesar tries to take revenge by going into the lockerroom before the last football game so Jose’s reputation could get ruined by not showing up and Cesar is successful at first until he hears the jocks coming into the room and Cesar tries to not get noticed and puts on Jose’s football gear and so as he does the team thinks Cesar is Jose and makes him play and...
2019-12-02 02:50:18 +0000 UTC View Post
I could see Cesar entering the locker room through the keyhole. He took the bait. In dead silence I watch him. He’s used to quickly change into his football gear, if nothing else his body tells a story of many years of football practice, hitting the hole, hitting the gym, hitting classmates. Fuck him! He has his cocky swagger even when undressing, alone. Or when he thinks he is alone anyway. This i...
2019-12-02 01:43:16 +0000 UTC View PostThis little story was absolutely inspired by the following caption on the pair of photos.
I was worried he’d be pissed when he woke up and saw what I’d don’t to him but he was surprised for only a moment before the mind changes and sex cravings kicked in. One fuck and he won’t even be able to remember his name
I’m completely drained. I didn’t have much strength left to begin with, after such a night, but now I couldn’t even open the door without using my hands. I look at his features. It’s the boy of my dreams. Slightly Persian or Mediterranean features, handsome but unusual face, gorgeous body. Smooth skin, cut enough to show a proper six pack, but hiding the details of the fascia. It’s more of ...
2019-12-02 01:36:13 +0000 UTC View PostButcher Jones was pacing around in my apartment, poking, prodding and lifting every one of my possessions in the mess. I sat quiet on a chair and made every effort to look at Butcher Jones and not at the mountain of muscle standing at the door, preventing me from running out. Butcher Jones wasn’t that old, perhaps mid forties, and looked slim, almost frail. It was hard to know if his nick name butcher was a sarcasm that stuck, or if there was something more sinister behind it.
“I do...
2019-12-02 01:31:34 +0000 UTC View PostThis is a story I thought had a brilliant little twist with the jock being the manipulative guy that fakes outrage over the equipment malfunction. I just wanted to improve the reasons for it, being a kind of real life education for his room mate, to repay him in a way. This is another lightning rod for sequel requests. I think for that to happen the first part would have to be rewritten to not reveal the entire plot going forward.
I didn't like the photos in the original. I decided to s...
2019-12-01 21:39:37 +0000 UTC View Post
“I’m ready to switch back whenever you are,” I said, looking up from my spot on the couch. My scrawny body had just come back from class, and I could only assume that Dylan was ready to get out of it. “I passed your Physics Midterm with flying colors, and as an added bonus, you had a pop quiz in Trigonometry that I aced for you”, I added.
He breathed a sigh of relief. &nbs...
2019-12-01 21:16:29 +0000 UTC View Post- Hey, can I come in? We need to talk.
I really didn’t want him in my apartment, nor talk to him at all for that matter. He had been quite upset the last time he confronted me just outside the office. I tried to explain to him that I’m just working together with Jane. We sit a few desks apart, sometimes we eat lunch together, sometimes we have after work together, just like with any other co-worker. He calmed down, but didn’t appear satisfied. “Just watch what you’re doin...
2019-12-01 21:06:42 +0000 UTC View PostI had several seeds for stories on possessions, so I decided to make a few weeks of Halloween themed stories this year. The end result was Bloody Mary, Underoos, and Trick and Treat. I was working on another one to be rele...
2019-12-01 14:44:51 +0000 UTC View Post
I’m getting real nervous here.
The party was amazing. My family is kind of strict, and very, very religious, so Halloween has always been one of those off limits holidays, like Yom Kippur or Ramadan. My parents would even make a point out of observing All Saints day as a day of remembrance, with its own rituals of praying at each tombstone at the graveyard after a spartan lunch.
B...
2019-11-30 19:33:25 +0000 UTC View Post
It’s only for one night and as a university student I was on a budget, so my first option every year is looking in the thrift shops. Perhaps there isn’t an outright costume to buy, but at least some weird piece of clothing to build your costume around. I immediately hit gold in the Salvation Army thrift shop. They had put together a table with costume kits. Some were more of an idea that you coul...
2019-11-30 19:31:31 +0000 UTC View Post
*ding*
He was already semi-conscious but the incoming text message pushed him the last inch out of sleep. He had a splitting headache and felt the overall fatigue and shittiness of a heavy night out partying. But he couldn’t recall any party, nor any drinking. Last he could remember was walking to the grocers early Friday afternoon. It had happened again.
“Shit” he said to ...
2019-11-30 19:28:42 +0000 UTC View Post
“Fuck!” I say to no one in the empty truck. My head was somewhere else, so I made it all the way from the portakabin, through the site gate and to the contractor parking without my empty lunch box. I’ve been off my game all week, misplacing things, forgetting task orders and generally making a fool of myself. Today I wasn’t even able to divide 28 by 4 without the calculator app. Ma...
2019-11-30 19:22:42 +0000 UTC View PostThis story came out of an online chat. Now reading the chat again, there is still an opportunity to write a story closer to what we discussed.
josh: The woman spent a good hour in the bar, finding the perfect match for what she had in mind. It was all about the thrill of completely destroying someone. To flex what she could do. To totally own the fate of some else. It was all about her.
1) Who would she be looking for?
2) Where would she end up with...
- Fuck, that hurt! Are you insane?
- Chill, it’s just a joke, bro.
- CHILL? Fuck dammit. You like yokes?
- Sure, who doesn’t?
- You’re gonna find this fucking hilarious then. Perfect for plowing.
- Plowing? What are you talking about?
- Oh, you’ll see next time you are… wide awake.
Fuck, 5:52pm! He knew he was cutting it way too close, but at least he made it home in time. It was almost two weeks ago since he kicked Josh out from the apartment, and he wasn’t any closer to finding a solution. He disconnected the helmet from the USB charger and looked down into it. Nestled between and inside the padding were wires and all sorts of homemade circuit boards. He’d spent several h...
2019-11-30 17:41:12 +0000 UTC View Post
- Hi Dan.
- Hi… The hell did you do?
- Shortcut by the old field. Stepped in some fucking hole. You have any dry shoes I can borrow? It soaked right through the sock.
- We’re not even close in size. Can I offer you a dry sock in this trying time?
- As long as you haven’t used it for anything besides feet. You think we can put rice in.. Oh, Fuck! I’m so sorry. This smells so bad.