When given pills to help with his aggression, a man finds himself changing more than his attitude.
Thursday, January 4th, 2018
Fuck you. And fuck you too, Dr. Swalley.
Friday, January 12th, 2018
This is the stupidest shit I’ve ever done, I swear to god.
Fine. Fine. For Kiera.
“You don’t talk much, Tony,” she says.
I mean, no shit. What’s there to talk about? I just get mad, okay? Who doesn’t? It’s all bullshit. Trying to keep ahead, listening to your coworker’s crap, all those fuckin’ people on the road that don’t know how to drive. …
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A young man finds himself changing into a perfect female lover for his friend.
Derek leaned forward on the edge of the couch cushion, his tongue between his teeth as he focused on the television in front of him. His fingers worked the controller he held in his hand and, on-screen, his character shouted as she kicked and punched.
“Man, Chun-Li is cheap,” Steven said.
“Fuck. You.” Derek answered. He glanced at his friend for a moment before unleashing a combo that brought Steven’s character down to a sliver of health. …
A man finds himself cursed by the bite of a rabid whooooooore!
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed. On the best of days. All right. I’m not dumb. I just sometimes miss the obvious. I get distracted and sidetracked and my mind goes on its merry little way.
Today is one of those days.
Hi, hello. I’m Donald. I hate my name. I go by Don and that doesn’t help much. Neither does Don Juan because I can’t say it with a straight face. So, when I’m trying to be funny or sexy to girls, they just laugh. …
A young man grabs the wrong drink in a club and finds himself changing.
Loud music thumped repetitively throughout the club while lights flashed and spun and pulsed. The center of the club was full of couples and single people dancing and grinding against each other. Booths, couches and bar stools lined the walls. The DJ stood above all of them on a platform off to the side of the room, nodding and dancing in place while he adjusted settings on the large board in front of him.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Jeremy said. The young man was dressed in blue jeans and a plain black polo shirt. …
Part 2 of 2. Theseus enters the Labyrinth as his body changes further.
Always forward, never left or right, Theseus remembered. The tear on his left side continued stretched against his increased bulk, ripping up to his armpit. The cool air that flowed in and against his skin made him shiver with pleasure. His small breasts had grown enough to show through the tear, the swell of the new skin soft and white against his tanned skin. White fur sprouted between his breasts, lengthening into a small tuft that tickled his thick, hardened nipples.
Theseus walked forward, wincing in pain with each step. …
Part 1 of 2. A retelling of Theseus facing the Minotaur.
Air stirred in the small cell. Small strands of hay danced, twirling and spinning around each other as warm wind found its way through the cracks and hallways of the palace. Young Theseus closed his eyes with a sigh, welcoming the fresh air. The man sat stiffly against the cool wall of his cell, strong arms crossed over his stomach. Despite his calm demeanor, the youth hummed with energy, purpose and confidence.
Suddenly, the door to the cells groaned open. Theseus squared his shoulders to face his captor but, to his surprise, a young woman soon stepped into view.…