Stories about bodies

18+ ONLY PLEASE. Long winded male tf stories, if I ever get around to finishing them. Bodyswap, possession, all that good stuff. Shy, so don't be offended if I don't respond! This should go without saying but I do not tolerate stories that are racist, anything-phobic, or sexualize minors.

[hauntedestheart]

This song/music video were making the rounds in the music circles I'm in and everyone was going "oh haha that's so me this is so relatable" and meanwhile I was just staring like... um... y'all are seeing this?

He's just posting headless on main?

[hauntedestheart]

You know the manga “One hundred nights”? Feel like it’s up your alley since it’s about a guy exorcising a hundred ghost that haunts him through sleeping with them with this one hot guy acting as a spiritual medium

You accidentally activated my trap card with this one because I was a huge webcomics fan growing up (pour one out for Smackjeeves.com) so I have like a major knee-jerk reaction to the manhwa format due to my dislike of Webtoons and how it destroyed the webcomics scene by hoovering up web traffic for their goddamned site that treats comics as "content" instead of artistic expression. And I know that's not fair because manhwa is a legit form of comic with a deep history, but all I can think of when I see one is scrolling through an app.

But that aside, I did read all the issues I could find of a translated version of One Hundred Nights and it was neat :)

[hauntedestheart]

Really enjoying your work! Always get excited when I see a new story being uploaded. I’m curious what your favourite stand alone story you’ve written is and why? There are heaps of good ones. For me, Debra’s Day Off, Ruining Valentine’s Day, Ghost of Hartford Manor, and Confidence Booster are mine. I know that’s more than one but still!

"Ever Since The Accident" is the only story I've ever written entirely in one sitting and it's also the one I find personally the hottest, it's the Platonic ideal of the kind of cheeky sexiness and tease that I struggle to capture with my other stories.

But I think "The Ghost Of Hartford Manor" is my favorite because it's probably the closest to a "real" story you'd find in an actual short story collection- I think because while the horny gay ghost is at the center of the action, he's presented as plot device in Dahlia's story, so the kink element feels less in-your-face (and benefits as a result). If I had to show someone something from this blog, it'd probably be that one.

[hauntedestheart]

Happy Birthday, darling! I hope you are having a great one! And thanks for posting about my stories. I was wondering what you specifically look for in female-to-male tg stories that make them pop out to you.

Oh hey something that's been sitting in my ask box for two months, lemme finally answer that.

Uh well I think the sort of underlying thesis of a lot of male tf is the desire to explore manhood more fully- look at "nerd becomes jock" or "twink becomes beefy daddy" or countless other tropes that involve a guy being "enhanced" to a "better" body, with ripped muscles and big dicks and hairy beards acting as a sexy physical markers that this guy is "more of a man" than before and now gets to enjoy that.

Like all things, it's about power, about attaining the unattainable, and in a lot of way female to male tf is the ultimate expression of this as it's allowing someone completely unfamiliar with manhood to experience it; the experience of manhood isn't just heightened, it's new. Getting to explore a new dick different than your own is one thing, but getting to explore a dick, something you've never had before? That's even more salacious. And that's not even getting into the social aspects.

So I guess the answer to your question is that I like a story that takes advantage of the possibilities presented by having a female mind put into a male body; even if it all does boil down to "they're gonna jack off and have sex" in the end (this is porn after all) there should still be something unique about the way she handles the circumstances.

Like, something that I notice about male to female stories is that those people looooove femininity and luxuriate in it like a bubble bath, allowing it a level of reverence that isn't as present in female to male stories, which tend to be much more... crude, I guess is the word I'd use, which is understandable given the gender roles involved, but still!

Let me be seduced. Let me watch this woman settle into it. I love being a man and I want to watch someone else discover why.

And obviously this isn't any shade to anyone who likes this type of story but I don't personally get anything out of extreme mental changes and reality rewriting because if no one is aware that any transformation has taken place... what's the point? Now there's just some guy. I can see that anywhere. Let the girls have their moment (as boys).

[hauntedestheart]

Hello, I was scrolling and saw your post about some chapters you wrote in writing.com, I remembered reading those chapters, then I went back to check an see what else you wrote, and remembered reading those. So just wanted to say I love your old writing, specially back when i used writing.com.

Oh wow, writing.com, that takes me back! I loved reading through those interactive stories, blew my mind how there was just SO MUCH out there... a lot of it was pretty crap, but even just a few shitty sentences can be so hot actually if all the circumstances are right.

I think a big part of it was that the majority of the stuff on there was painfully straight (and often actively homophobic if the number of stories with "lesbian is okay but no gay stuff" was anything to go by) so it was almost like a treasure hunt to comb through the different interactive branches until you finally, finally, found a chapter that sexualized the male body, even if just for a moment.

Looking back though, beyond the poor writing quality, the site was really sketchy- the unregulated nature of it is what allowed pornographic content to thrive there, but it also meant that the place had a lot of questionable content. I was a teen when I first started using the site so it didn't really register for me how weird it was that the main characters of all the stories were teen boys (or even literal children), but now that I'm grown I do have to wonder how much of that stuff was actually being written by adults who were... well... you know.

I'm not a "think of the children" guy and nothing bad ever happened to me there, nor do I think that the site needs age verification or anything like that (there is no perfect solution to how we should handle underage people expressing interest in kink but I do think that being able to explore their fetish from behind the (relative) safety of a computer screen is something that the youth deserve) but it does mean that I don't personally visit the site anymore.

Plus the paywalling became obnoxious anyways.

It is an important part of my journey as a tf writer though because it was the first place I ever started posting anything, so I'm glad the handful of chapters that I did write found their audience! The stuff I wrote for Johnny Mack's Weird Swap Shack in particular was really formative and I actually still think about the entire Cerise/Jack body swap storyline I developed quite a bit... I've always sort of wanted to revisit it someday and I do have a draft of the unfinished next chapter sitting around... so maybe I'll upload all the old chapters to here and start it up again... hmmmm.........

[hauntedestheart]

Hello, I have been super duper busy lately and have had no time to write/respond to anything on this blog but I miss it so I'm gonna try to get around to some stuff tomorrow.

In other news, new MNEK music video has him mind control a bunch of homophobic dudes into being gay.

[hauntedestheart]

Yeah sorry people, I’ve been busy and they keep calling me in to work on my days off. 🤷🏻‍♂️. I can't believe they're making me work retail... don't they know I have gay porn to write?

I’m just the type of guy who needs to set aside, like, a chunk of time to work myself up to writing and this has not been conducive to that but rest assured I’m always thinking. I will not abandon my stories, I'm just an absentee father.

[hauntedestheart]

Hello, I have been super duper busy lately and have had no time to write/respond to anything on this blog but I miss it so I'm gonna try to get around to some stuff tomorrow.

In other news, new MNEK music video has him mind control a bunch of homophobic dudes into being gay.

[hauntedestheart]

GET YOKED: Extreme Bodybuilding by gregs-games

Bodybuilding Roguelike Deckbuilder.

Found something the gamers might get a kick out of- GET YOKED: Extreme Bodybuilding, a Slay The Spire type roguelike deckbuilder about doing workouts to make your character inhumanly jacked.

Very silly game but the gameplay is fun/easy to pick up, and I imagine the concept/visuals will be appealing to some followers.

[hauntedestheart]

Slimeball Goes To Super Jail (Male Possession)

So this is something a little bit different that I've been working on for a bit, a lot heavier in character/worldbuilding than I usually do (which is saying something!) but I've always had a fondness for superhero settings and I wanted to take a crack at it. Content warning for gore and the usual non-consent associated with possession, although it's all in good fun. Also some weird sex stuff. :)

---- Hello there villain, I'm deputy director "none of your business" and welcome to Loch Corvin Prison, aka The Lockbox, aka your new home! If you're watching this pre-recorded message, it's because you were given a Gift and you decided to misuse it to the point where you are no longer deemed safe for polite society- big mistake. The Lockbox is the last stop for some of the nastiest supervillains on the planet, and now you're locked up with them. It's not going to be fun. You'll receive your room assignment and schedule in a moment, but since it's your first day, I want to offer you a clear and concise warning that you should heed during your time here: the only rule of The Lockbox is "don't escape," and outside of that, we don't care about you. All security measures are there to keep you in, not to keep you safe, and if you get yourself killed, that's just one less piece of scum for the world to worry about. So feel free to use your Gift. You'll need it. ----

Prison was a lot more like high school than Slimeball had expected- lots of rules, lots of guys who smelled, and he had no idea where to sit at lunch.

The large concrete cafeteria of the prison had plenty of tables, but most of them were occupied by tough looking villains who threw him suspicious glares before discarding him entirely, none of them eager to rub elbows with one of the handful of new prisoners who had been shipped in to The Lockbox that morning. Everyone seemed suspicious of the newcomers, though a few of the tougher ones were being very obviously eyed up by prison lords worried about the competition; Slimeball wasn't one of them.

Short and out of shape with pasty white skin and thinning hair (despite only being in his mid-thirties), the man didn't cut the most impressive figure... not that physical appearance really meant much when Gifts were involved, but nothing about his look or manner indicated that he was anything to seriously consider.

But that was fine, he wanted it that way. Sliding under the radar was perfect for Slimeball, so instead of heading for one of the more welcoming looking groups (a low bar, but it was there) he chose to set his unappealing prison meal at a nearly empty table occupied only by a young woman who was bawling uncontrollably.

Not the most appetizing ambience, he thought over the sound of her sobs. The girl was one of the other prisoners who had been brought in with him and she didn't seem to be handling the transition well, but his sympathy for her was limited- she wouldn't be in The Lockbox if she weren't capable of something nasty.

He picked at what seemed to be applesauce (served by a machine- interaction with prison staff was minimal) and searched the room, managing to spot another prisoner he recognized from the transport vehicle, a man with ugly tattoos all over his face leaning against the far wall. Tattoo Face had somehow gotten his hands on a real apple but right as he was about to bite into the fruit, it burst into flames- a slick looking man at a nearby table with flaming hair jeered, laughing along with his buddies as their victim shook his burned hand and glared at them. The laughter stopped when Tattoo Face yanked one of his tattoos off his skin and it began to squirm and grow in midair, transforming into a vicious looking amorphous beast that went hurtling towards the hothead.

An impressive Gift, Slimeball noted, though it seemed a shame to him that Tattoo Face needed such unfortunate tattoos to make it work- the man had a nice body and would be rather handsome without them.

The man with the fire Gift didn't react quickly enough to avoid some light mauling, but one of his burly looking tablemates turned his hands into hammers and battered the thing away before it could do too much damage. The tattoo beast zipped through the air, shrinking as it returned to its place on Tattoo Face's skin, and it looked for a moment like a full fight might break out, but the tension paused a woman from another table approached Tattoo Face and whispered something in his ear. The fire guy and his buddies backed off at the sight of her, and after a moment, Tattoo Face nodded and was led away to sit with her.

"Looks like he's in with the Crane Gang," a deep voice remarked.

Slimeball turned and saw that three men had filled the empty seats beside him- a somewhat pudgy dark skinned man with bushy hair and probing grey eyes lined with smudged black eyeliner, a large barrel chested bald Chinese guy with a lazy smirk, and a sinewy, somber looking pale brown fellow with long stringy black hair. The crying girl was nowhere to be seen, presumably scared off by the new company.

Three strange men cornering him alone could easily come across as an ambush (or a good time, depending on how you looked at things) but Slimeball didn't feel particularly threatened by any of them, so he just took a sip of his water and waited to see how this would play out.

The dark skinned man seemed to be someone who talked with his hands, gesticulating effeminately as he laid out the details for Slimeball. "The tea is that the Crane Gang try to snap up any Asian villains who come through under the guise of solidarity, but at least they usually keep their heads down. Worse places for a guy like that to wind up."

Slimeball nodded and digested the information- in or out of prison, villains loved forming gangs, and he figured it wouldn't be long before he either ran afoul of one or was asked to join one. Speaking of which...

"Can I help you gentlemen with something?" He was careful to keep his tone casual- there was no sense in fishing for trouble, but if it'd found him, he wanted to know.

"Relax, we're not gonna shake you down for your lunch money," the big guy snickered, and his skinny friend smacked him on the shoulder and grunted. The pudgy guy (who Slimeball guessed was a leader of some sort) glowered at both of them, then turned back to Slimeball.

"We should introduce ourselves first. I'm Clockit, my rather rude associate here is Meatbag-" he gestured to the big guy, who jumped in before Clockit could introduce their third companion.

"And this devastatingly handsome fellow is Cast Iron," Meatbag beamed and flung his arm around Cast Iron's shoulder, pulling the man closer possessively- marking his territory, Slimeball thought, which was fine, because beanpoles weren't his type anyway. Cast Iron's cheeks flushed, but he said nothing and let himself be manhandled. "Cast Iron doesn't talk much."

"I'm Slimeball," said Slimeball. The three men exchanged a look at that, no doubt trying to parse out what his Gift was based off of his name, but Slimeball kept his mouth shut and let them ponder. It was traditional after manifesting a Gift to pick a new name that referenced your abilities, and Slimeball felt his name spoke for itself. "And if you wanted to exchange business cards, I'm afraid I left all mine outside of the prison."

"Cute," Clockit snorted and rolled his eyes, fingers swishing dramatically in the air. "Look, we're just here to do our due diligence and scope out the new guy. You know, I've had my eye on you since you got here-"

"Oh?" Slimeball raised an eyebrow and gave a Clockit a very obvious once-over, eyes lingering on the hint of belly that peeked out of the bottom of his cheap cotton prison shirt. To his delight, Clockit became flustered.

"Not like that, just-" Ignoring the way his companions tittered with laughter behind him, Clockit cleared his throat and tugged his shirt down as he tried to claw back a bit of his serious demeanor. "I've been keeping tabs on all of the newcomers and you're the one I can't figure out. Everyone else is either swaggering around or wallowing in self-pity, but you're cool as a cucumber, which makes me think you've got something up your sleeve. That means it's best for me and my associates to make an introduction before you start to... well... whatever it is you do."

"Well," Slimeball smiled with all of his teeth. "Lovely to meet you then."

Clockit gave a tight smile back. "The pleasure is ours."

The two locked eyes and stared at each other for a moment, both waiting for the other to make the next move, until Slimeball got distracted by the way one of Clockit's long, thick fingers was drawing circles in the air. Such a specific quirk, likely one related to his Gift.

"You two are weird," Meatbag snorted- he leaned past Clockit and stuck his fingers right in Slimeball's lunch tray, scooping out a big glop of applesauce then licking it clean off of his fingers.

The casual way in which the big fellow did it implied he wasn't worried about pissing Slimeball off, which meant he was confident his Gift would get him through whatever Slimeball could throw at him- which Slimeball doubted, but still, he was intrigued. Asking someone directly about their Gift was considered gauche, so Slimeball went with a different approached.

"Alright, let's play the game," Slimeball lifted his applesauce container to his face and stuck his tongue into it, scooping some out with his tongue and looking Clockit right in the eye as he swallowed. "What are you all in for?"

The three other prisoners looked at each other, some sort of silent conversation happened, and they turned back to Slimeball.

"Word of advice," Meatbag's eyes darkened. "Be careful who you say that to around here."

Slimeball raised an eyebrow. "Surefire way to get punched in the face?"

"Worse... surefire way to get someone to monologue at you," Meatbag laughed at his own joke, then shook his head. "But seriously though, I used to run a restaurant and during some bullshit health inspection they discovered that my signature dumplings contained human flesh. BUT-" the man lifted a finger in objection. "-I have an airtight defense!"

A wicked glint in his eye, Meatbag jammed the finger into his mouth and bit down hard, grinding his teeth together as he mashed through the flesh and bones and yanked. There was a sickening crunch, then he spat the severed digit out on the table and smiled with bloody teeth, splaying his remaining fingers so Slimeball had a good view of a new finger sprouting from the still-bleeding stump. "The flesh was mine."

"Most of it was yours," Clockit corrected him, coolly, and Meatbag gave a dismissive shrug. His hand already fully healed, Meatbag plucked the loose finger off of the table and offered it to Cast Iron who leaned down and swallowed it out of the man's palm with an eagerness that was more shocking to Slimeball than the actual cannibalism.

"And Cast Iron can eat anything, and I mean anything," Meatbag declared proudly, petting his slender companion on the head like a cat. "Delightfully expensive tastes though, swallowed quite a few priceless gems before they caught him."

"And you?" Slimeball turned to Clockit, still a little distracted by the way the man's fingers were dancing in the air. "You don't seem like the killing type."

Clockit flicked his wrist, eyes narrowing with deadly seriousness. "I was framed."

"Yeah, you and everyone else in this place," Meatbag snorted.

"Except I'm telling the truth!" Clockit glanced around to make sure no one was watching (and indeed, no one else in the room seemed to care about the foursome of misfits at their little table) then leaned in close to Slimeball and lowered his voice. "My Gift allows me to sense danger and detect lies, and I was using it to unravel a conspiracy that went to the highest levels of the government- someone with a lot of power threw me in here to shut me up."

"That's all I can spill without putting you at risk though, it's dangerous for me to get too close to people," He glanced down when his knees brushed Slimeball's, and he scooted back a bit, clearing his throat again. "But I must confess, that's part of why I felt I could approach you- thanks to my Gift, I instantly clocked that you're not a threat to me."

"If you say so," Slimeball muttered, smiling mysteriously.

"So, now that we've all shared, I don't suppose that you'll return the favor?" Meatbag smiled and smacked Clockit on the back, the smaller man brushing him off with a huff. "And I guess you know now that there's no point in lying."

"Oh, me?" Slimeball shrugged and turned back to his lunch- it looked like shit and tasted worse, but he'd need to get used to that sooner or later. "I'm just here for the scenery."

Clockit rolled his eyes. "I don't need superpowers to clock that that's a load of bull."

"Well it's as close to the truth as I'm going to give you for now- after all, I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise." Slimeball winked. "You only get one chance to make a good first impression."

Meatbag laughed, prompting Cast Iron to give a few dry chuckles as well, but Clockit didn't seem quite as convinced- which was quite smart of him actually. The guy was already starting to grow on Slimeball.

Before anyone could say anything else, Clockit's head jerked up and one of his fingers (seemingly unconsciously) pointed somewhere behind Slimeball. He mouthed the word "trouble," but before Slimeball could even turn his head, a rough hand seized his shoulder from behind and sent him toppling off the side of the bench.

"Move."

Groaning for show, Slimeball rolled over onto his side and looked up at the man who attacked him- an incredibly tall, impossibly broad white man with a shaved head and a surfeit of muscles, handsome in a rugged sort of way but with a very unfriendly air about him. The guy didn't even bother to look at Slimeball on the floor and was instead more concerned with scowling at the trio of prisoners he seemed to have some sort of beef with.

Keeping his eyes lowered, Clockit slipped away from the table and kneeled at Slimeball's side- whether it was out of genuine concern, or he was just seizing on an opportunity to escape the newcomer's attention, Slimeball wasn't sure, but he took the man's outstretched hand either way and allowed himself to be pulled up to a sitting position.

"That's Megaton," Clockit said, tugging Slimeball close to whisper right into his ear. "Big, strong, mean, took Captain Marvelous and the whole Righteous Squad to drag him in here. Don't cross him."

Captain Marvelous? Slimeball's ears perked up at the name. The hero was widely considered one of the strongest in the world, so if he was involved in Megaton's arrest, the man must be serious business.

Slimeball nodded in understanding and Clockit pulled back a bit, but he was still clutching Slimeball's hand in tight grip; it was almost like his hands thought he needed support but his mind didn't realize it, and Slimeball found it so charming that he just squeezed back and remained on the floor (and out of sight) as they watched the scene play out.

"I've got some contraband that needs to disappear so I'm gonna have to to borrow your little garbage disposal," Megaton said, eyes locked on Meatbag as he nodded his head towards Cast Iron. Cast Iron frowned, and shook his head almost imperceptibly, and his partner took the cue.

"Fuck off Megaton!" Meatbag, it seemed, was above Clockit's advice to avoid crossing this apparently powerful villain, and Clockit squeezed Slimeball's hand hard. "He's not a public utility."

"Relax fatass, I'll bring your little butt-boy back in one piece," Megaton sneered, then he smiled at Cast Iron and cracked his knuckles in a way that made his massive biceps bulge. "If he behaves."

"Don't fucking talk about him like that," Meatbag growled, jumping to his feet and slamming both hands on the table- the chatter in the room grew a bit quieter as other villains in the cafeteria were starting to take notice of the fight brewing, and Clockit tugged on Slimeball's hand.

Time to go, he seemed to be saying.

Megaton rose from the table and drew himself up to his full height, towering over the considerably tall Meatbag, and with the flick of his wrist he sent the table between them flying off to the other side of the room. Anyone who wasn't paying attention before was certainly looking their way now, and the attention seemed to embolden the cocky villain.

"You know shitsack," he announced loudly, sweeping his arms out and swaggering like he was playing the heel in a wrestling match. "Just because I can't kill you doesn't mean you're invincible, it just makes it more fun for me because I get to do it over and over and over again."

"Have all the fun you want, Megadumb," Meatbag fired back, strutting forwards until he was nose to nose with his rival- and conveniently enough, distracting him while Cast Iron slipped away. "I can play that game all day, and it ends with me winning."

"Oh yeah?"

And that was all the warning he gave before one of Megaton's hands shot out and tore through Meatbag's torso like it was nothing, a bloody hand popping out the man's back in a gory display- but Meatbag didn't flinch even as he was nearly vivisected. In fact, his flesh grew back so fast and so strong that Megaton's hand got stuck in the middle of his chest, and the villain stumbled a bit as he yanked it out. Laughter rippled throughout the cafeteria, and Megaton fumed as he glared at the smirking Meatbag.

"Laugh while you can jackass-" Megaton snarled as he shook the viscera off of his hand. "Won't be so funny when I teach you a lesson by killing one of your little buddies instead."

It wasn't hard to figure out the dynamics at play here and see how the trio of friends would play these types of situations to survive the harsh environment of the prison- Clockit would warn the group of danger and Meatbag would throw himself in its path, buying time for his more vulnerable companions to escape while his Gift ensured that he would always come away unscathed.

But unfortunately, there was a little slime in the gears this time around that had caused someone to make a potentially fatal mistake.

Slimeball's bad knees meant that he'd enjoyed that entire little tussle from the floor as he struggled to get back up and for some reason, Clockit had refused to ditch him... maybe the man was telling the truth when he said he wasn't a villain? But kindness had been a stupid move, as it meant that Clockit was still within grabbing distance when Megaton turned on him and snatched him up by the neck.

By this point, Slimeball had figured out that Megaton was strong, but the ease with which he jerked the husky black man around like a ragdoll was still unsettling to see; all he'd have to do was tighten his grip and Clockit's neck would snap. Slimeball's stomach swooped at the sight, excitement building in the pit of his belly.

Clockit was kicking his feet, but his meager blows didn't even dent the skin of Megaton's chiseled muscles, and Meatbag looked stricken with panic, his ability to heal himself worthless when it was someone else's skin on the line. Slimeball could see Cast Iron lurking on the edges of the crowd, looking unsure, but it was doubtful he would be able to contribute anything even if he did work up the guts to approach.

The Lockbox wasn't like a regular prison, there were no guards coming to break up the fight, and it didn't seem like anyone in the crowd was coming either- instead, the captive villains were buzzing with excitement, eager to witness something messy and violent, and Megaton was clearly reveling in the attention.

So that meant it was up to Slimeball to save the day- the man wasn't a hero by any stretch of the imagination, but Clockit was cute and had been sweet to him so far, so maybe just this once he could give it a shot.

Besides, Slimeball licked his lips as he eyed Megaton up and down. This could be fun.

"Excuse me, we haven't been introduced," Slimeball interjected, offering out his hand for a handshake. "Slimeball."

Megaton glanced back over his shoulder to see who would dare to interrupt him in the middle of his posturing and did a double take when he saw a strange little man extending his hand. To ensure a good first impression, Slimeball made sure to smile his friendliest smile (although he'd been told unsettling was maybe a more appropriate word) and bat his lashes.

"And?" The big man discarded Slimeball almost immediately and turned his attention back to Clockit, tightening his grip just to watch the man squirm. "You got a death wish? Beat it."

"No death wish," Slimeball continued, dropping his hand and using it to adjust his crotch instead. "Just enjoying the view from back here- you've got a killer ass, anyone ever tell you that? Real shame that thing is locked up in here."

"What the hell?" Megaton mumbled under his breath softly- Slimeball had correctly assessed that a macho guy like Megaton would not take kindly to a comment about his giant ass, and as predicted, his attention slipped away from Clockit as he turned to face Slimeball. "Watch your fucking mouth around me- maybe no one's told you, but I run this place. I'll let you off the hook this once because you're new and I'm busy but look at me the wrong way again and I'll pop your head like a fucking grape." Megaton squeezed his free hand to make his muscles ripple in a rather impressive show of intimidation. "Now piss the fuck off."

"Handsome and cocky," Slimeball licked his lips. "I'm drooling."

And Slimeball was actually drooling, but instead of saliva, a thick, rubbery looking fluid was leaking from the side of his mouth and dripping down his chin onto his shirt- the man swiped his finger over the side of his face, an evil giggle escaping his lips as he pinched some of the cobalt blue liquid up with his thumb and toyed with it.

"What the fuck?" Utterly disgusted by the display, Megaton tossed Clockit to the side carelessly (sending him sprawling into Meatbag, who caught him with a thud) and directed his ire towards Slimeball instead. "Fuck this- you're dead fag."

The towering villain's thunderous footsteps shook the ground as he closed the distance in just a few steps, and Slimeball didn't even bother trying to move as the man wrapped a big hand around his skull and hoisted him up into the air. Then (true to his word) Megaton squeezed, and the crowd roared as Slimeball's head popped like a grape.

But it didn't really- Slimeball was a bit too slippery for that. Instead of the expected shower of red gore and bone fragments, his head exploded into more of the thick blue goo that had been leaking from his mouth, and what was left of his body slipped through the fingers of the startled Megaton.

His form exploded into more goo when it hit the ground, and far from being dead, the mass of slime seemed more alive than Slimeball had been- indeed, this was when he felt most alive. Disparate puddles of the liquid pulling themselves together into a large, rubbery mass that reared up like a wave and crashed into the startled Megaton, surging upon the man and engulfing him in a viscous embrace.

Gotcha! is what Slimeball would have said if he'd been capable of it, but he no longer had a mouth. His senses were dulled in his slime form, and his mind was simpler; all he could focus on was his prey, and all he could feel were his hunger and his excitement. They were all he needed.

The big lug tried to fight, but his muscles were powerless against something that wasn't solid and his punches were pointless against Slimeball's amorphous form, each blow only making his hands slicker with a blue slime that slithered up his arms, up his neck, and onto his face. Blinded by stinging liquid, Megaton tripped and collapsed onto the floor, hands desperately clawing at his face as he tried to scrape away some of the goo that was quickly overtaking him, and Slimeball went in for the kill.

When he felt the (uncomfortably) warm slime on his tongue, Megaton retched, but the force of his gagging was nothing compared to the strength of the slime, his veins popping out of his neck as he struggled against the torrent of goo that was making its way into him. It was like he was drowning on dry land, but Slimeball knew the intrusion was a deeper violation than that- still, the villain was nothing if not a fighter and he fought to the bitter end, arms flailing wildly even as he lay there wet and choking, until all of Slimeball had forced itself down his gullet.

Then the man was still.

Then he sputtered a few times and sat up, limbs jerking like a puppet on strings for a few moments as he rolled his shoulders back and stretched from side to side, movements gradually growing more fluid as he settled in to his range of motion.

The assemblage of villains didn't know what to make of this development, and they were even more confused when Megaton tore his own shirt off and started leering down at himself, licking his lips as he ran his hands up and down his muscled torso with a crude, lustful touch. Lifting both biceps up into a double flex, Megaton threw his head back and cackled the laugh of a true evil villain.

By all accounts, Clockit should have run, but instead the man just stood there staring at the man who had just moments ago threatened to crush his throat. Meatbag took it upon himself to try to drag his friend away, but Clockit shook him off; the man’s Gifted fingers pointed at Megaton and twitched a few times as he sensed the man out, then Clockit gasped.

"Slimeball?” he asked, and Megaton smiled at him- a leery smile that Slimeball had carefully practiced in the mirror to ensure it was unmistakably him no matter what face he was wearing.

“In the flesh!” Slimeball chuckled to himself. "You would have no way of knowing this, but that's sort of my catchphrase."

"Holy shit!" Meatbag wasn't the smartest, but even he could put the pieces together at that point. "You took over his body?"

"Perceptive, aren't we?" Slimeball craned his neck side to side as he surveyed the form he'd stolen, enjoying the feeling of power that surged through him as his muscles rippled. “Although I suppose I wasn’t very subtle- I'm capable of it, but I felt like this occasion called for some… theatricality.”

On the last word, Slimeball reached down and smacked both of his hands onto Megaton's ass, gasping with delight. The room erupted into a cacophony as everyone watched the gruff and tough villain groping himself, but Slimeball paid them no mind, too busy playing with his ill-gotten goods to care what people were saying.

"I was right, this thing is nice," Slimeball hissed out the last word, digging his fingers deep into the meat and shaking. He glanced over to Meatbag and Clockit. "Either of you want a feel?" Speechless, the two shook their heads, and Slimeball shrugged. "Your loss."

No matter how many different guys he slimed, Slimeball would never tire of the thrill of feeling up a new body for the first time, and he had to admit that Megaton's was particularly nice. The man was huge, so big Slimeball could barely see his feet past his massive pecs, and he let his hands roam freely as he spoke to the dumbstruck men.

"To answer a question you asked earlier about what I did to get locked up in here, I possessed Captain Marvelous and was a little bit naughty with him- sorta my thing. I don't suppose a copy of his nude calendar made its way in here, did it?" There were some gasps from the crowd that seemed to confirm that yes, someone had seen the photos and was very grateful for them. "I wish I still had the outtakes but sadly they were confiscated when I got arrested."

Thrown into The Lockbox for sex crimes- Slimeball couldn't argue with that, but he wouldn't apologize for it either. He didn't think of himself as a evil, he was just... in touch with his desires, and possessing of the means to indulge in them by any means necessary.

He had no shame about being a creep. A pervert. A Slimeball.

Once upon a time he had just been an ordinary loser who spent his days marking time and lusting after beautiful men he could never have, but that all changed when his Gift had awoken. It had been utterly terrifying, that first time, to feel his body break down and melt into nothing more than a puddle, but when instinct took over (pun not intended) and he possessed his first man, that was when his life had truly begun.

There were many different theories about why some people developed Gifts, with the general consensus in the scientific community being that it was random, but Slimeball didn't believe that. How could it be anything other than fate that he had received a Gift so perfect for him?

After that, his life had been beautiful. He prowled day and night, seeking out handsome men of all shapes and sizes and borrowing their bodies, selflessly sharing their beauty with the world and spreading his reign of pleasure across the nation until he set his sights a bit too high and slipped up.

Captain Marvelous was one of the purest and most beloved heroes on the planet, so after years of seeing the man's pretty face and tight, spandex-clad behind plastered all over the news, the temptation had been too much to resist. It had been simple to lure the do-gooder into a dark alley and slime him when no one was looking, and Slimeball had spent three glorious days slutting the overgrown boy-scout out in every way he could think of before the good Captain's teammates had caught on and found a way to force Slimeball out of the hero and into super-jail.

But perhaps that had been a blessing, because now he had a whole new chest of toys to play with. And he didn't just mean Megaton's tits...

"Wait, so do you have his strength right now?" Meatbag asked, his question jolting Slimeball out of his reverie.

Slimeball sighed. "As incredible as that would be, no- I've got his muscles, but his super strength is his Gift, and I can't use someone else's Gift. He does have SOME gifts I can use though- like this!"

With a flourish, Slimeball threw Megaton's pants down and exposed his dick to the whole cafeteria.

Despite his Gift granting him giant muscles, it turned out Megaton had not been gifted in the downstairs department and the man possessed a relatively small, skinny cock that looked even smaller and skinnier compared to his massive frame; the room erupted into chatter again, with unmistakable laughter throughout.

“Awww, cute!” Slimeball chuckled, wiggling the little thing from side to side. The excitement of the situation had already gotten him semi-hard, but there still wasn't much to work with; Megaton's meaty hand was wider than his full length, forcing Slimeball to limit his grip to a few fingers as he tried to stroke himself. “I wonder if this is why he has such a bad attitude- he's pent up. Can't jack himself off very easily with these baseball mitts of his.”

"What-" Clockit swallowed, eyes glued to this terrifying, handsome man pleasuring himself with abandon. "What are you going to do with him?"

“Well that depends...” Slimeball smiled like the predator he was. "Are you turned on by this?"

Dropping onto all fours, Slimeball made Megaton crawl across the floor towards Clockit, and the man watched him draw closer with wide eyes, seemingly rooted to the spot by the sight of this muscular beast approaching him like an obedient hound. He glanced to Meatbag for help, but Meatbag just watched with hungry eyes the way Megaton's muscles flexed and his rear end bounced and he came to a stop between Clockit's legs.

Thanks to the height difference between Clockit and Megaton, Slimeball's head was right at level with Clockit's crotch, and he could tell that yes, the man was turned on by this.

"And then another question..." Slimeball leaned in and nuzzled his head against the hard bulge in Clockit's pants, feeling a speck of damp against the skin of his cheek where Clockit was leaking through the fabric. “Do you trust me?”

Clockit's fingers twitched, but he didn't move away. “No…”

“That's so smart of you!" Slimeball chuckled and grabbed at the man's waistband. “Intelligence is a turn on for me.”

He yanked the other man's pants down, freeing Clockit's cut, respectably sized penis to spring out and slap him in the cheek. Slimeball licked his lips- while he had very high standards for the bodies he possessed, he was far more free with the type of men he hooked up with, and the sight of the pudgy little Clockit trembling and pantless like Winnie-The-Pooh was actually doing a lot for him.

"Everyone is staring at us," Clockit stammered out, eyes darting from side to side nervously as every villain in the prison stared at them, and Slimeball grinned.

"That's the point," he said, eyes still fixated on the other man's cock. "Like I said, you only get one chance to make a first impression- I wanna make a big one. The baddest guy in the prison sucking your dick like a little bitch... sounds hot, right?"

Slimeball didn't bother waiting for the man to say yes and dove right in.

If Clockit had had any reservations about Slimeball's plan, they quickly melted away as Slimeball gave him was was surely the best blowjob of his life. The little pervert possessing the big man was shameless and sloppy in his approach, blue saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth as he slobbered up and down Clockit's shaft with the sadistic glee of someone who didn't care a lick about whether or not they choked or looked like an idiot- in fact, it was a bonus for him.

Slimeball's knees screaming in pain from the hard concrete floor, but he ignored it, focusing all of his energy on drawing glorious moans out of his partner. He put all of Megaton's massive body into it, his muscles flexing and his mighty ass bouncing in the air behind him, and it was such an indecent sight that he wasn't the least bit surprised when he felt his cheeks being parted and something slamming into his hole.

Meatbag didn't bother with prep and just shoved his cock into Megaton's ass, Slimeball's yelp of pain smothered by the fact that his mouth was full of Clockit's dick, but he still managed a bit of a smile; he was right when he'd pegged Meatbag as a fellow pervert, and the man had picked up on his cue without having to be told.

The big guy's cock was uncut (or maybe he had been cut and his Gift meant it grew back, Slimeball would have to ask later) and very large, so Slimeball allowed a bit of his slime to leak into Megaton's asshole to help the man slide in- just a little though. He wanted it to be rough, rough enough that Megaton would be limping for days so he'd be forced to remember who did this to him, and who could do it again.

It was pandemonium on the prison floor as the villains cheered at the display of debauchery, watching with sadistic glee as the big bad Megaton took it from both ends. Meatbag was ruthless in his thrusts, clearly relishing the chance to take out his aggression on the possessed man's massive cheeks, and his fingers left bruises where they dug into Megaton's hips; meanwhile the carefully composed Clockit was coming apart, losing control of himself and allowing his hips to buck into Megaton's mouth as Slimeball eagerly sucked his cock deeper and deeper.

Clockit came first, and Slimeball swallowed as much of it as he could before pulling the man's cock out and letting it paint his face, cackling with delight as the semen dripped down his chin and stung his eyes. As Clockit staggered back, Slimeball fell forwards, cum drenched face crashing down to the concrete, and Meatbag turned up the intensity, slamming his hips into the man and practically shoving his body across the floor in a messy display of dominance that had him roaring as he came just a few moments later.

He pulled out and Megaton's hips thudded to the floor, as if Meatbag's hard cock had been the only thing holding him up, and Slimeball lay there sweaty, messy, in pain, and deliriously happy. What a fun time! He rolled onto his back and stared up at the two men, taking in the smile on Meatbag's face and the look of shocked confusion on Clockit's, and laughed.

"Pleasure working with you boys," he rasped out, his stolen throat raw, battered, and clogged with cum, then it was time to go.

Megaton's body lay supine on the floor, his legs splayed out with semen still leaking from his battered hole, then his hips bucked and an impossible volume of slime started to spew out of his dick. His eyes fluttered open and behind them was the real Megaton, but the man was too weak to do anything other than stare down at himself and groan as the blue liquid pooled around him- he whimpered as it started to slither back towards his mouth, turning his head away and cringing in fear, but Slimeball was just faking him out. Instead, his slime gathered in a puddle next to the man's head, the goo thickening and forming a column that, in a matter of moments, reconstituted itself into the human Slimeball.

He was naked of course (such a shame his clothes didn't transform with him) but he was unashamed of it- after all, he wasn't the one who had just been used like a Chinese finger trap for dicks. Megaton gazed up at him from the floor, eyes radiating equal parts fury and fear, and Slimeball spit on him.

"Will he be causing us any more trouble?" Slimeball glanced at Clockit (who was doing his best to not look at Slimeball's naked body) and the man's fingers twitched vaguely in Megaton's direction; he shook his head. Slimeball grinned and turned to the crowd. "Good! He's all yours people!"

Up until this point, the other villains of the prison had been content to watch from a distance without interrupting, but now that they were invited, they surged in with a frightening eagerness. It wasn't clear what exactly they would do to Megaton when they got to him (how many of them had their own scores to settle with him?) but it didn't really matter to Slimeball- he'd had his fun with the man's body, now it was time to find someone else to play with.

Still completely nude, Slimeball slung an arm over Clockit's shoulders and started leading him away through the crowd. "Now, why don't you start telling me about some of the other notable men in this place?"

"I think I was wrong about you," Clockit murmured. "You are going to be trouble."

"Well," Slimeball wiped a dribble of goo from the corner of his mouth. "Good thing I'm locked up then."

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Hope you had a great birthday and got to treat yourself! I was wondering if Professor Bernard from Security Measures is going to get a chance to be a young hunk again, whether it be Andy or someone else? I love that Security Measures chapter and would love to see him get another chance.

Professor Bernard Smith is not in the storyboard for the upcoming chapters (you know, the ones I never get around to writing) but since you asked nicely I did do a quick little extra piece so we can catch up with him and what he's been doing in the background. I don't imagine that he ever gets another chance at being Andy, but that doesn't mean he's given up on his dream of being young again...

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"Out."

Aiden looked up from the drink table to find a slender, brown-skinned young man glaring at him from the far side of the kitchen, and the sight made him do a double take that made him spill the cup of beer he'd been pouring. Recovering quickly, he looked to the left and the right (they were alone) and then scratched his head.

"Sorry bro- do I know you?" Aiden squinted dramatically down at the twink like he was trying really hard to remember him. "I'm just a normal guy trying to get lit at this party."

Tall and broad, Aiden was wearing a Hawaiian shirt that hung open to show off the perfectly toned chest and tight abs he'd built in the wrestling ring, and the bulge in his shorts was practically screaming at the room; he could be the picture next to the word "jock" in the dictionary, a perfect representation of a young man in the prime of his life eager to enjoy a night out.

Perhaps a bit too perfect, and perhaps a bit too eager.

"It's a good thing you're snatching jocks instead of theatre majors," Trevor rolled his eyes. "Because you're a shit actor Bernard."

"Who's Bernard?" Blinking rapidly, Aiden mangled the pronunciation of "Bernard" as if had never heard the name in his life and it was some strange hieroglyph. "My name is Aiden. I'm 22 and I'm a wrestler."

Trevor raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "Okay then, Aiden, what's your middle name?"

"It's... oh fuck you," Bernard grumbled- dropping the flimsy act entirely, he snatched a bottle of tequila off the table and took a big long swig of it before slamming it back down on the table with a sigh. "How did you even know it was me?"

You say that like it's hard to figure out, Trevor thought to himself.

Bernard was an intelligent man in many ways (he had a brilliant mind for translation and was an expert at research) but clever he was not. Predictable though, he was that in spades. The old coot always went for the handsome, popular jocks, and then when he got them, he always did the exact same thing: went on a wild sex fueled bender.

So when Professor Smith took some time off for "sabbatical" and rumors started to spread that the captain of the wrestling team was randomly flashing his dick all over campus to any girl who showed even a mild interest, it was easy to put two and two together.

Perhaps he would get away with stealing someone else's body if he just weren't so greedy about going for the most noticeable targets imaginable, and if he weren't so damn loud about it... but the thought never seemed to occur to the man, and Trevor sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to tell him.

"Because I know everything always and you will never get anything over on me," Trevor said instead. "Now let Aiden go."

"I wasn't going to steal this young man's life!" Bernard protested. "I just wanted a night out, can you blame me?"

Trevor surveyed Aiden's body, with its jawline just as chiseled as its musculature, and figured it would be disingenuous to say no to that, so he just changed the subject.

"What did you even do this time?" He and Andy had gone by the professor's house earlier (at this point they had a spare key) and found the man's real body lying in bed, inert. "Please don't tell me you made another deal with unholy forces because I'm getting tired of bailing you out."

"South American drugs that help me astral project," Bernard admitted, which did explain the strange strange smell that Trevor had detected in the man's room.

"Well, I'm confiscating them," Trevor said, making a note to do so on the way home for the evening. "And I already found the cursed amulet you were hiding in your underwear drawer so I'm taking that too."

"What?!" Aiden's eyes widened as Professor Bernard's shock bled through them. "Do you know how much trouble I had to go through to dredge it out of the lake you dumped it in last time?"

"It's an evil artifact that was trying to rot your soul and turn you into a mindless thrall." Trevor said flatly.

Bernard kicked the table and grumbled. "At least I would have been an attractive mindless thrall."

"Well it's going in the ocean this time so don't bother fishing it out."

There were times when Trevor thought it would be easier to just cut the man loose and let him enjoy being the campus's resident lecherous body snatcher until he wound up hoisted by his own petard, but unfortunately, Trevor knew that wouldn't be fair to the innocent hunks having their bodies used as sex toys.

And besides, Professor Bernard's proclivities were Trevor's fault. This had all started with him snatching Andy, and while Trevor had successfully weaned him off trying to trying to steal his boyfriend's body (via a series of increasingly violent threats), using Bernard as a resource in situations when saving Andy required access to academic resources or archaic translation work meant that he was constantly giving the pervy professor access to new body snatching techniques he could use on other guys.

Someday Trevor and Andy would either find a solution to their "troubles" or graduate (which would be a miracle considering how much class they missed) and leave Bernard to his own devices, but until then, babysitting the older man was just another element of their crazy lives that they had to deal with.

"I don't suppose we can... strike some sort of deal? Let me keep the body for the night and I can... I don't know... fuck you?" Bernard asked- he leaned towards Trevor and puffed out his chest, popping the young man's impressive pecs a few times (his constant body snatching of jocks made him an expert at it), dropping his voice low and husky. "Come on Mr. Mendoza, you're a homosexual, you must be into this. Aiden here is quite the specimen, I bet I could pound your behind quite nicely."

It wasn't an unattractive sight, but Trevor remained unimpressed.

"Oh yeah, I'd love to fuck you in the ass," Trevor offered, calling the man's bluff. "Maybe Andy could too, although it might be a tight squeeze, if you know what I mean."

The color drained from Bernard's face and he flinched back, his hands flying instinctively to Aiden's firm butt as thoughts of it being ravaged by Andy's intimidatingly big dick made him wince. Trevor smirked- in a way, it was a shame that the painfully heterosexual professor was always snatching guys with such nice asses but staunchly refusing to use them.

"Yup, thought so. First off, that was equal parts homophobic and pathetic, but second off, why would that have worked? You've seen my boyfriend." Trevor paused. "You've been my boyfriend."

"I don't know!" Embarrassed, Bernard dropped the pose and tugged the open halves of his shirt together to cover himself in shame. "Young women do that all the time to make me change their grades and they make it seem so easy!" Bernard huffed. "And what's the point of being young and hung if you can't try to fuck your way out of your problems?"

Trevor tilted his head. "I'm starting to think that therapy would do you more good than a new body."

Andy (who had been stationed outside the door as an impromptu bouncer) popped his head into the room. "Coast is clear, if you're gonna pop out, do it now."

"Andrew!" Bernard perked up at the sight of the big guy, and his eyes flicked to Trevor with a pleading look. "I don't suppose you brought him along to offer my poor old soul a ride home?"

"Uh, fat chance dude," Andy snorted. Andy tolerated Bernard because the professor was helpful to Trevor (and secretly, he thought his boyfriend had a soft spot for the guy) but the way the older man looked at him like he was a piece of meat would always make his skin crawl... and he still hadn't forgiven the perv for all the embarrassing naked photos of himself that were still circulating the internet. "And give Aiden his body back now? I've met him, he's not a bad guy."

"You heard him," Trevor fixed a hard stare at Bernard. "And if you try anything funny I can see to it that your soul doesn't make it home at all."

Bernard glanced around the room, searching for an out, but with Andy at the door and Trevor in front of the window (he was desperate enough to try it) it seemed like he was trapped- besides, there would be no real point in running when they could easily track him down.

"Goodbye young man," the professor said wistfully- Trevor and Andy awkwardly looked away as Bernard reached down and fondled his stolen body, giving Aiden's heavy cock a few good tugs farewell. "We'll have some fun next time."

Then Aiden's body shuddered and he blinked a few times, looking around in confusion as he wondered why he was in the kitchen of some random party house, and why he was holding his own hard cock.

[hauntedestheart]

Upcoming animated film from France about a vain gay influencer who teams up with a twink to try to find a cure for a mysterious illness that is turning Paris's gay men into out of shape straight guys... sounds like a plot that could be ripped from this site.

[hauntedestheart]

hi! big fan of your writing (i appreciate the depth and character of your stories). this may not be in your wheelhouse exactly but would you ever consider writing a tf/body swap story where one of the guys was transgender? i've noticed people writing f2m usually write them from the perspective of a cis woman swapping with a cis man but as a trans man myself i've always felt the idea of a cis man getting to swap into a body like mine had a lot of potential. obvs there's no pressure for you to write anything you wouldn't enjoy or aren't interested in but if you even know of anyone who is currently writing these stories or have in the past i'd love to know! :)

You're correct that it's not in my wheelhouse! I specifically tag my stories with "fxm" instead of "ftm," because I want to make it clear that the characters in these stories aren't transgender- they are females who come into possession of male bodies and decide "I have a penis now, guess I'll just be a man," which is a pretty aggressively cis pov. Gender isn't a question in my stories, it's a sex toy.

But as for if I'd write a trans male character, it's not something that I see myself doing because I don't think it's something I could pull off successfully. I can sexualize the cis male body because I have one/have been intimate with one, but I lack the same experience with the trans male body.

(Also I once wrote a story involving a vagina and had multiple female friends tell me that I just kind of don't understand how they work so I REALLY am not the guy for the job.)

"Weird Weekend" over on Literotica gets very close to the plot you're describing with a switch between a cis and a trans partner, although only their genitals swap, and I did find two stories here on tumblr that do feature ftm characters: "Gym Crush" by @exploratorytfs and "For A Man's Love" by @sanzaibian (who has some stories with nonbinary characters as well).

And while not strictly a tf story, I'll shout out the graphic novel Chromatic Fantasy by H.A. (who is on tumblr actually!), which is about a transgender man who allows himself to be possessed by the devil and falls in love with a thief who collects magical artifacts. Sweet, funny, and also super duper hot.

[hauntedestheart]

Regrettably I am a Magic: The Gathering player and they just revealed this absolutely BUSTED card from the new Marvel themed set… but also… the art… is neat.

[hauntedestheart]

Hey, happy birthday! Two questions for ya! Have you ever talked about TF with irl friends or partners?

Oh hell no T_T I actually do not really have many friends outside of my very best friend and he is vaguely aware that I write some form of porn but it's not something he really cares about so we don't discuss it.

Actually my secret double life kinda caused me problems growing up because I could never explain to my family what I was doing with my time since I knew if I told them I was writing they'd ask to see it. This is my curse.

[hauntedestheart]

Got another strange one for y'all today: Grip: The Strange World of Men by Gilbert Hernandez, a surreal sci-fi pulp fantasia where one of the central plot points is a character with the ability to "shed their skin" and become someone else. Weirdly enough, it also heavily features mind control and ends with (of all things) inanimate body part tf.

Can't say that I really recommend it (Hernandez is an icon in the comics world but he is not in top form here as an artist or as a writer) but it was interesting to see a niche trope like body suits put front and center like this, especially in a story from 2002. I wonder if it was anyone's "origin story" for the kink...

[hauntedestheart]

Which TF genre tropes are your favorite guilty pleasures?

Upgrade/downgrade style swaps are the ones I feel most "guilty" about because I don't like the inherent biases that are internal to them... like the humiliation aspect of a super fit guy suddenly becoming fat is sooo hot to me but while I am jacking off I am shaking my head to let people know that I don't support fatphobia.

Like in my stories with pictures I never include one of the "worse" body because I feel it's kinda mean to put an actual person's face to that.

But for a less preachy answer, I am always down for a story about an unhinged ghost humiliating someone, especially when it's cartoony in the vein of Casper and has some body modification elements. That is when I most feel like I am on my freak shit.

[hauntedestheart]

Happy birthday! If you could have any body, or combination of bodies, who would it be?

You know what the wild thing is? I like never involve myself in my tf fantasies, it's sort of a line that I don't cross.

You'll notice that I have written a number of stories about like, scrawny little men getting turned into big buff dudes, and I low-key feel like it comes across as a self-drag because I am a scrawny little man, but I swear I'm actually comfortable in my body! I was cursed with many insecurities, but that is not one of them! So I prefer to write about a character, to create some kind of distance.

This ties into something larger about my feelings towards tf, which is that there is a distinction between porn and sex. The only man that I've ever been with irl was small and kinda chubby, but he was also sweet and I found him sooo sexy. I would never involve him in a tf fantasy because there would be no point in that, the thing that was so sexy about him was that he was real.

But porn is a fantasy, and in a fantasy, I think you should swing for the fences. After all, why not? Probably better to imagine something unrealistic so you aren't disappointed when it doesn't come true. And quite frankly, it's just easier to sexualize traditionally hunky guys in a story. But I try not to get hung up on this stuff irl and just stay open to seeing the beauty in all men.

But to answer the question of like, who do I think is super hot and would like to look like, probably this insanely beautiful man whose name I will not mention because I don't want this ask to show up in searches: