joshslater

Strength & Conditioning

“Strength & conditioning” You could call it hiding in plain sight, but since he had the T-shirt from before we met it’s more of an irony of fate. Or destiny. Barbells for strength and subliminal reinforcements from the background app on his phone for conditioning. Constantly adjusting how he perceives reality, himself, his priorities. The belly fat was the first to go. Then the sleeves of h...

Putting Reek in Greek

I think the two main reasons I have for rewriting someone else's story is either I want the ending to go in a different direction or I feel the story could be made more believable. With the latter I mean having means of transformations more grounded in the real world, having peoples reactions more believable (all from my point of view of course) and most of all trying to remove coincidences. I want to minimize the number of changes and have them spiral out into as big consequences as possible...

Putting Reek in Greek

Thank fuck the week is almost over. It all started because I booked a discount holiday to Malia, like a fucking egit. The flights were cheap and the advert promised it’d be a ‘Great Gay Getaway’. It started out with a delayed flight, adding 4 hours of waiting in a packed terminal on top of the 3 hour uncomfortable flight. We were late to the crappy hotel, my room had already been given to someo...

Wanted

This is probably my most popular story, and the inspiration for this is very much from a different story. It's not always apparent when you read a story that it will have an impact later on, so I didn't bookmark or save it in any way, and of course am unable to find it now. Partly because I remember so little of it, but I remember that someone stumbled upon an apartment with a sought after terrorist in it, and experience a body swap. I can't remember much more than that, but the main point th...

Wanted

I had planned to make one or two more rounds, but it was a slow night and there’s no money in waiting around for orders that didn’t came. This delivery was pushing the limits of our delivery range, the apartment was three flights up, no elevator, so I decided that this would be my last delivery for tonight. The fucker who put in this order better tip well.

Not likely given what a shitty bui...

Thai Separation

It was a complete surprise when she announced the vacation to Thailand. One week’s notice. I was happy to have the spontaneous girl I fell in love with back. It had been a rocky year, and she had felt more and more distant. The flight was cheap and uncomfortable, so we arrived exhausted. Her idea of a spa treatment after we checked in sounded good. I should perhaps have suspected something when the...

Class of 2018

A year later, and experts from all the world practically making the downtown Marriott their home, there wasn’t a single plausible candidate explanation for what had happened to the students of class of 2018. It was even hard to pinpoint exactly when it had happened. Because the changes were gradual it wasn’t immediately apparent that all the attending male students were affected. The only one una...

Neighbor Dispute

Generally speaking I don't like full world magic, where not just the persons body but also the world around them change, as if they have always been this new person. Similarly I don't like the Chronivac trope, a scifi device that can alter the world as whoever controls it see fit. Again, generally speaking. If it is used as Programming Prince did in his story, as just the means to g...

Neighbor Dispute

I like my neighborhood. It’s a bit out of the way, so there is no traffic nearby and no kids from other places hanging around, making mischief. It was quite a bit pricey for the size of the house, but expensive areas kind of self select people with good income, good education and good manners. And then there is Phil.

Phil is the raisin in the chocolate chip cookie. My neighbor across the garden. He sold his business some year ago and retired to spend his golden years gett...

Sucker Punched

The idea for this story came pretty much fully formed. Have someone slowly have his dick shrinking, while at the same time have him experience some mind altering dream sequences. In the first idea it was some woman taking revenge in a hotel room, tying someone up and performing procedures on him. I might still write that story, though most of the different aspects have already been used in other stories.

The hard part here was trying to make a good pacing through the different dream seq...

Sucker Punched

I was the last one from the crew left at the bar. Andrew had left early, Jon and John had to catch a bus, and in the end it was just Michael and I for a last whiskey. I had finished mine quickly, and was halfway through my second “last” whiskey when he left. He had some contractor he needed to meet in the morning, leaving me to empty the remainder of my glass alone. I reckoned I should take a piss before walking home as well, to avoid having to make a stop in the park.

Jus...

Madame Melantha

I was chatting a bit on a private chat about stories in general when the other guy sends me a selfie and asks me to write a story. He looked perhaps 30, with a full beard, looking slightly discontent. The photo was taken outdoors in some sort of park. Right away I got the idea of someone walking around where there had been a circus or similar. All green and lovely, but not what he was looking for. From there spawned the idea of the carnival act fortune teller who turned someone into what the ...

Madame Melantha

I’m so fucked! I can’t find the bitch. She was right here yesterday. Small tent and everything. “Madame Melantha, fortunes and destinies” on a big fucking sign. Me and Paul walked in, still a bit buzzed from the beers he managed to nab from his older brother. Both of us a bit disappointed in the few attractions the traveling carnival had to offer. The beer mixed with the incense, or whatever ...

Good Influencer

I wanted to write a proper hypno script for a while, and failed to do that with the Voice Recognition story.  Programming Prince wrote a short story for his skater week about a boy who is transformed into a punk by some stoner skaters, with the aid of a mind control hat. We had an interesting discord chat with some writers and I decided to try and make a pure hypno-story on the theme. I'm really happy with how it turned out, and I've even gotten praise from a real, professional stage hyp...

Good Influencer

He held on to Toms body as all muscles in him relaxed. Slowly and carefully he lowered the body into a sitting position on the concrete, as he continued to softly complete the hypnotic induction.

“…and deeper …and deeper”

He went down on his knees, straddling Tom so they both sat on the ground, face to face mere inches between them. Then he embraced Tom in a lose hug, talking clos...

Great Meadows

This is another story that originated from jd07201990 from tumblr. He dropped a bunch of unfinished/unpublished scripts on a Discord channel, and this was the one that I was most interested in. I thought the original had some silly elements to it, and decided to play them up a lot and give some hallucinogenic medication as reason for the silliness.

This is the original:

Sitting here, staring down at my...

Great Meadows

Sitting here, staring down at my large palmed, clammy hands, feeling the burning warmth of new hormones rushing through me, I knew I was screwed. “What’s Ma gonna think”, I thought to myself, shuffling my large, sweaty sneakered feet. I kept having flashes from the trippy process popping in and out of my head. They said it’d take a few days for me to settle in. That such a big change is alway...

Flunked Algebra

“If I flunk linear algebra I could just as well be a fucking meat head like you losers”. Remember that? Well, we meat heads, who passed the exam by studying instead of bar hopping, thought we should hold you to it. Half way there, as you can see. Another 8 hours should do the trick. Then you can fuck and drink and work out as much as you want. There’s a price getting a body like mine by cheatin...

Dippie

My heart was pounding like a hammer when I slammed the door. I made it home, in and out of alpha alpha alpha frat house without anyone seeing me. I look at the small bottle I’ve clutched in my hand the whole sprint. “Masculinity Warning: Toxic” it read. What fucking douchebags. When I overheard some of the frats talking about their magic bottles I knew I’d found a way to get rid of them. It t...

Foreign Exchange

I think the origin for this was a UN report on penis sizes. Apparently getting good fitting condoms had been a big issue. Now, I can't find the actual data anymore, but a quick search finds many different tables, mostly with similar data. One thing that everyone agreed on was that the largest dicks were in Africa, usually Congo. Knowing that the first heart transplant in the world was done in South Africa I had the basis for a story.

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Foreign Exchange

It all started in what was supposed to be a one week stay in Cape Town. I don’t know what the airline had smoked, but a round trip from Europe sold for almost nothing during a few hours. Probably some clerical error in the pricing department. Whatever the reason, I shuffled some tasks around and manage to arrange myself a one-week spring vacation. I had no idea what to expect. Only thing I knew abo...

Hypothetical #1

So this was a case of finding the image first and then having the brain do its own thing. I started to think about what would happen if you found a pile like this. What would you do? I started to write a story where this would happen in a hotel, and all your other belongings were gone once you stepped out of the shower. But instead of figuring out a story of what would happen to the story protagonist, the original question of what you would do was more interesting. So instead I removed as man...

Hypothetical #1

So imagine this. You’re alone taking a shower, at home or at a hotel or wherever. Perhaps you normally do this, perhaps it’s an unfortunate coincidence, but somehow you’ve ended up in the bathroom without any clothes. Once you’ve patted yourself dry-ish, you need to step out naked, towel around your hip, to collect fresh clothes. As you open the door, a selection of clothes is neatly presente...

Wicca Meetup 2016

Ah, the infamous Wicca Meetup 2016 group photo. Someone, Mary I think, thought it would be fun and ditsy to pose as something else, so we all agreed on bodybuilder. Ditsy indeed. Men can’t channel wiccan power, so we were completely powerless to switch back. Worse still, we seven cast the spell at the same time, accidentally forming a Seal of Sept. WE are the only ones that can undo the magic. ...

Getting Jacked

This is a rewrite of a story with the unwieldy title “Fuck boi-ification: Jack-Off“ by Rozza. I wanted to explore all of the steps of the story more in detail, and I made quite a lot of revisions around his mental state. I had all of these elaborate ways of showing how his mental capacity declined, but they didn't really work out that well in the story, so I scrapped them. 2019-11-03 23:36:14 +0000 UTC View Post

Getting Jacked

Matthew woke up in his messy bed, as the morning sun lit his bedroom way too early. He was old enough to handle a party without getting completely hangover, but he still felt pretty raw. He needed breakfast, shower and plenty of water. As he got up memories of last nights party started to return to him. He had been invited out by his friends to a house party near campus, and Matthew immediately said no. He wasn’t fond of parties generally, even when the age and types of people matched him, ...

Sister Cody

This little story is a rewrite of a story from Programming Prince that I wanted to have a bit more attitude. At the same time at least one more rewrite happened, although that was more of a reuse of the same photo as starting...

Sister Cody

- Hey, dude! I haven’t seen you around before. You want something?
- I want you to get your ass out of the chair and start mowing the front lawn, turd.
- Katie?
- Mr. Katie to you, tiny brother. Or Cody perhaps. I haven’t decided yet.
- But…. How? Why?
- Dad said he wanted a son.
- But he has one…
- Guess you don’t count. Now get the fuck out of my chair. Perhaps you ca...

The Shirt

This story was based in an Aprils fool idea I had, to write a longer buildup similar to how some other clothe based transformation stories are constructed, but then not actually have any kind of transformation in the end. It was of course just as boring as you would think, so in the end I cut it short and made this little story instead.

I just threw a pile of my clothes on the bed for the photo.

The Shirt

He saw it as soon as he put down the bin in the apartment. The bin was filled with hot clothes, straight from the dryer in the basement of the complex, and right on the top of it was a blue shirt. He picked it up, surprised by how the fabric moved, almost as if it was liquid. It looked like an electric blue T-shirt with a neon orange Under Armor logo printed on the back, just by the neck.

Not c...