joshslater

App Update

Enough with the auto installed apps already! Apple might be bad for other reasons, but at least they don’t shove all that third party app crap down your throat like all the Android devices. Did this shit install while I was asleep? What does this even mean? Is it a fitness app? Let’s click the 8-pa..HOLY SHIT!

I have a fucking eight pack! What else can it do?

Possessive

Believe it or not, this is the only photo of him while it was going on, basically taken by mistake. No one has any idea of how or why, but from the equinox in March up until summer solstice he was possessed. Like properly out of consciousness possessed. Perhaps we should have been more concerned about him suddenly turning into a huge asshole, but you don’t really have any incentive to help someone ...

Swole Chad

At first it sounds surprising that only 18% has ever tried to speak “Bloody Mary” out loud three times in front of a mirror, but if you think about it a bit it makes sense. Some manage to never hear the story at all. Those who really believe it will summon a ghost or a demon obviously would be hesitant. Those who dismiss it outright as childish superstition have no reason to attempt it. Between t...

Hard Turn Left

So there are a couple of inspirations for this story, first of which was to figure out something around left side activism. There is already quite a lot of content around right wing conversion, like Trigger Hicks and Knocked Out, so I wanted to think a bit on the left. The idea of creating some sort of bondage i...

Hard Turn Left

 It was time.

I was nervous, perhaps scared even, but so fucking excited. I’d been excited ever since XXLord proposed we’d meet up in person. What he suggested ticked all my boxes. I would be locked, but in a disguised way, and then meet him at the city mall. There we would go to one of the shops, perhaps the skate store, perhaps the sports goods, force me to try different things, and ...

Delayed Graduation

Another exploration into the motivations behind transformations and the mechanics behind transformations. Perhaps less of the latter, as I went right to magic potion here. The image was again problematic. There are plenty of photos of wrestlers, but few outside of the sports center. This was the one I was going with for the longest.

Update: This story is no longer available on tumblr. "This pos...

Delayed Graduation

- We might have a solution of sorts for you.

I barely registered principal Johnston talking. My world had been shattered, without warning. It all felt unreal, and most of all unfair. I know I hadn’t done anything wrong, but there were no witnesses, just my word against hers. She wouldn’t press charges, Johnston had explained. I was almost demanding that she did, so I could clear my name, but thought better of it. If it went to trial all outcomes would be bad, to varying degrees. Thi...

Fine Print

It was such a no brainer. He sold it so smoothly. “You’ll be so stacked that everyone will notice, no matter what you’ll do. Doesn’t matter if you don a grease monkey overall or a formal tux.” He made it sound like a good thing. Sure, people notice me, no matter if I try to avoid it, but their first thought isn’t “he looks smart” or “he looks nice” or “you’re hired”.

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Post Traumatic Rest

I don't read much bondage stories, and write even fewer, ignoring the frequent operating table restraints. I however stumbled upon a great story that ended up with some technology assisted mind manipulations. I thought that part could have been written much better, and was considering rewriting from when the padlocks are reattached and forward. In the end I decided to let it be as is, and instead think about what happens a few days later, when the first batch of programming is complete and he...

Post Traumatic Rest

Everything felt amazing. The tight fitting rubber suit held on to me like a second skin. In the few places where it didn’t, it slid across my skin whenever I moved, as if the inside was oiled. The feeling was erotic. Beyond erotic. Even the slightest movement sent shudders of pleasure through the body. I have no idea how long it had been, p...

The Cupbearer

The fun part for me was to try to figure out the actual timeline of someone losing their mind to a device as described. Also trying to think about how it could actually work. I think I ended up with a significantly accelerated timeline in the end. Perhaps this was an augmented, extra strength cup.

Saving the different stories in the series here for posterity.

jd07201990 Original

T...

The Cupbearer

This story is a continuation of Tamed-jock's continuation of jd07201990's story. 

Infection+2:25

Let’s write a captains log, like Tyler and I used to do, only this time I have actual observations and events to record. It is now approximately 2 hours and 25 minutes since he placed the cup on me. I immedi...

Cecaelia

I like when I find interesting story concept outside of what I normally like. The tumblr blog  Swollen Tummies contains lots of stories about weird pregnancies, often in males and often unwanted. The tagline for the blog is  "G-get it out, get it out of me!"

I stumbled upon a story that fascinated me, but didn't like some of the psychology in the story nor the direction it took, so I decided to make my ...

Cecaelia pt.3

When Martin came to the next time he was still hot, but it wasn’t like a fever. It felt more like he was submerged in a warm bath. He almost scared himself when he realized that he could move his limbs again. He felt really, really good. He was a different kind of hot as well, he realized as he looked down on his erection.

He felt embarrassed about it, but didn’t want to touch it. She could swim in at any moment, and what was worse? Him sporting a hard on or him jerking off? Not thi...

Cecaelia pt.2

Martin came to as the thing over his face was forcefully yanked out of his respiratory system. As he opened his eyes he could see the sea monster in front of his face again, watching him. He was somehow unable to hold is breath, water flooded his lungs as he started to thrash in panic. To his surprise his lungs didn’t start to burn, his vision didn’t flicker out. Although it took more effort, he ...

Cecaelia pt.1

It was really strange to have him back in class. It had been decided he could continue his bachelor's degree in his old class, take the missed classes on the side and graduate at the same time. He was smart, so if anyone could, it was him, but she was unsure what they were to each other now. He had almost been her boyfriend when he disappeared. They saw each other often enough that many made that ass...

The Last Urn

So I had this idea of a racial change for a while, but when I read a different story where the language changed it all clicked for me.

Initially I really wanted a muscular native american, but I could only find white guys in costume or actual native Americans in like North Face gear.

In the end I ended up with the somewhat contrived photo shoot of Australian Kwame Jack-Duah of Ghana stock...

The Last Urn

- Hey, I think I found it. It’s tiny.

You turn towards Mark’s voice and quickly move in his direction. Years of research, travels and digs, and a finally you are only steps away from your prize. For this, Indiana Jones-esque cave exploration you didn’t bring any crew. In fact, it’s more like a treasure hunt than any scientific archaeology. Indiana Jones-esque. You are not a complete mor...

Recovery

He was slowly getting his life together, piece by piece, day by day. After a month he’d lost all hope they would ever catch her. The police had been slow from the start. They didn’t even know how to classify the crime to begin with. It was a crime though, they all agreed. The prosecutor made a whole list of possible charges, but aggravated assault was the one that made life the easiest for the la...

The Warlock

This one is a tinkered version of Pup Halvor’s excellent 2019-11-10 17:59:46 +0000 UTC View Post

The Warlock

Despite being on mute the phone makes a loud rattle on the conference table. No one cares, of course, and the meeting is almost over anyway. You grab it and have a glance to see if it is something important, like a message from Rob where to have lunch. Instead your phone is showing the orange groin of a man in work gear. It’s a notification from that kinky dating app. Did you forget to turn notific...

Plentyn Cael Academy

The rules set up for the writing competition I had with Programming Prince was that the winner could ask for a commission from the loser. I'm kind of relieved I didn't have to request a commission, because I have no idea what I would ask for. As soon as I start to think of things to request, I would rather write them myself.

Anyway, Programming Prince requested that I would expand on the ideas ...

Plentyn Cael Academy

There was no owl. Apart from that it was functionally the same as getting a letter from Hogwarts. Mum had arrived home early, at the same time the mailman passed our house, and brought the envelope to my room.

“Mail for you, Michael honey. Looks like someone want you after all.”

It was still early days, but so far he hadn’t received a single college acceptance letter. The envelope l...

Roomie 2.0

This started out as a simple let's-hypno-our-roomie story, trying to describe a dazed first person view. My first idea was just to change the speech pattern, having him say "bro" all the time. But as always, once you start writing there are more things you want to put in. I didn't want it to be magic, like he woke up with a different body. I was trying to find photos of Joe for a quite a while, until I decided to picture the breakfast table instead. Somehow I stumbled across the instagrams fo...

Roomie 2.0 pt. 3

Chapter 3 - Josh

He couldn’t stop himself from laughing when Mike pitched the idea to him. To try to find someone who could hypnotize Joe into more of a jock type, like them. Not too much of a change, but enough so he at least would enjoy watching football with them. Maybe join some beach volley or some hoops. He was missing out on so much friendship, activities, and life in general, Mike concluded. They would do him a solid.

If anyone else had asked him, he wou...

Roomie 2.0 pt. 2

Chapter 2 - Mike

Humble and supportive. Humble and supportive. He was thinking it over and over like a mantra, when a visibly upset Joe came rushing into the kitchen.

“Hey, roomie. What’s up?”
“Stop messing with my buds, bro!”

It was so hard for him to keep his emotions under control. To not just high five Josh and hug Joe, or the other way around. He was surprised it had worked, excited and happy for what this meant, and more than a little...

Roomie 2.0

 Chapter 1 - Joe

He had been dreaming about a bunch of frat bros messing around on someone’s driveway. Ostensibly it was some sort of basket practice, but most of the time was spent talking smack, or trying to hit each other. He vividly remembered the flutter of loose tank tops across tanned, chiseled chests as they tried to feint. Their legs with colorful baller shorts or baggy cargo shorts in one end, and white socks and sneakers in the other. If they ever had ...

Same Same

We tried over and over and over. The exact same steps as the first time, trying to think of every variable that we might have missed. All for naught. Horrified we came to the realization that this was us now. Stuck. The first week was so hard. We didn’t trust anyone would believe us, so we kept it a secret. Constantly sleeping over, always by each others side, in case there was a slip up in need of...

The Offensive Line

So this story started off as a discussion around a draft that jd07201990 on tumblr dropped in a discord channel. The main arc of the story was a student got drafted as a college athlete in one sport, was then bought over by a richer school and forced into a different sport, or at least into a exercise regiment that would bulk him up to not be suitable for the first sport. All just a sabotage of the first school.

Programming Prince thought the premise had too many flaws to save as it was...

The Offensive Line

I got to hand it to them, it was pretty cunning for a bunch of meat heads to time it so the mind control would wear off mid play. I attempted to bliz a gap, but was too slow and got tackled from the side. As I crash to the ground, sweaty, exhausted and in training gear, everything snaps back into place in my mind. “Fuck! Hogs, you must be the worst linebacker trainee ever” I hear Ty shout at me.<...