The Place

The Place

Jason didn’t know what it was about this place that was so alluring to him. The weathered building clearly hadn’t been used in years, but he kept coming there inevitably after a long day at work. He used to be a building inspector. He remembered that well. Then he got the call to visit this warehouse, make sure everything was on the up and up. The rest ... was a blur.

He remembered filing his report, of course. The building was fine. No problems. Old, but sturdy. He uploaded the photos, waited for feedback. He received a short reply for approval and everything was normal. The buyers never bothered to inquire again, though. And it seemed that attempts to demolish the district disappeared overnight.

It was odd. The building was old. So was the district. Shouldn’t it be--?

He blinked as the world came slowly back into focus. The building should be preserved. Of course it should be. None should touch the building without ...

Without what? He furrowed his brow in confusion as he pulled open the old sliding door. His dark tank brushed against taut muscle. Why was this place so important to him again? His head felt strange. Thinking came slowly. His thoughts kept coming back to the clothing brushing his muscles, the tingle in his lips and jaw.

“What’s ... wrong with me?” he asked in a low, husky voice. He stopped a moment, surprised at the sheer depth. He ... didn’t used to sound like that. He used to ... used to....

A wave of vertigo struck him as he clung to an old support beam. Another attack. They were becoming more frequent. Always when he got too excited about something stupid. He was used to this. He knew what he had to do.

Jason closed his eyes, took a deep breath, felt the fabric rise and fall in that ghostly touch against his abs, the gentle give and retract that occurred around the defined shape of his pectorals. He focused on that feeling, on the shudder-inducing tingle that sent goosebumps over his skin. The muscle always felt so good.

“Huhuhuhuh,” he laughed as his voice echoed and rebounded off the walls. The pleasure increased. The dizziness passed. What was he so worried about again? He couldn’t remember. But ... it didn’t really matter then, did it?

“Dumbass,” he said and chuckled again as he carried on. A dim light pulsed in the distance, and he approached it only too happily. The white light was good. Good to approach. Good to listen. Good to--

REPORT.

Jason stopped thinking.

Chief Science Officer’s Log: Stardate XXXX-XX-XXXX

After our vessel crashed, it has fallen to me to make use of this primitive world to make repairs and lead what remains of our crew. These creatures call themselves Humans, a most curious name. Even more curious is the series of sub-races and classifications which they grant themselves based upon origin of birth in a particular geographic area and the genetic stock which they bear from various other regions.

They are severely limited technologically, and are more inclined to fight each other like animals over territory and resources. All the same, I am fascinated by them and their adaptability.

Atmosphere is breathable, but far from clean. I’ve ordered all crew to utilize appropriate filtration aparatus as we seek to re-enable our systems to depart. Unfortunately, we have lost our beacon and our anti-gravity generators as well. As such, we have had little choice but to rely on these ... creatures to assist us in our labors.

Genetic recombination and neural stimuli have allowed us the ability to manipulate what few subjects we have managed to acquire. We’ve had to take the process slowly out of necessity to make the transition and programming more natural and avoid suspicion. A simple subroutine embedded into the data for the images that Subject J-001, or Jay-son, took ensured that our work would not be disturbed, and has given us access to the rudimentary network these creatures call the internet.

Depending on adaptability, I may have to recommend this world for colonization and subjection. J-001 is coming along particularly nicely in his metamorphosis to Blarthog. It will not be long until the implant we placed on his brain stem is no longer necessary. His telepathic receptors are developing at an excellent rate. Muscle and bone density will be our next alterations in the subject to hasten his changes and bring him closer to completion. I’ve taken a liking to this one, and may claim it as my own, after his service is complete on the ship. For now, our previous subjects are training him and pushing his body. The male is only too happy to indulge in his baser pack mentality. 

Blarthogs JX-201 and JX-202 were among the lowest caste of this world. They will not be missed, nor will their previous personalities. The sheer amount of toxins and barbituates took a whole two hours to purge, before we could proceed with the gestation. I admit the transformation holds a certain ... fascination for me. One never knows exactly how a creature will react, and the moment when they lose all sense of their old selves and willingly give into their new purpose is truly exhilarating.

I will order J-001 to consume all that he can for the next phase of his metamorphosis. We have already made use of their technology to transfer the funds he will require in this world’s currency beforehand. I have made a note to research this term that appears in the subject’s thought patterns when he sees himself in the mirror. This ... musclehead may yet be a derivative of baser and more primal genetic code to make use of. Farther notation will be made in the future. For now, I must go and oversee J-001′s strength test.

End Log.

Jason felt tired, but relaxed as he left the warehouse. Sweat coated his frame, causing his shift to cling all the tighter to his core. He grinned, baring sharper canines as he flexed a bicep. It always felt so good to work out.

Good to work.

“Fuck, yeah,” he rumbled. His eyes lost focus in a rush of pleasure as he reached down and scratched his crotch, then patted it with a smirk of satisfaction. “Gettin’ big,” he said. The smirk widened into a cocky sneer.

Alpha.

The thought hung there briefly in the haze of Jason’s mind. And then the light in his eyes hardened. He straightened up, pulled his shoulders back, thrust out his chest, and strutted out into the evening air.

His stomach rumbled hungrily.

He scratched his sweaty brown hair, now laying flat against his scalp. He raised his nose, sniffed the air, then jogged like a bloodhound on the trail. One thought drove him. One thought consumed him. He grunted and growled, “Must Eat.”

The recent stories are making me feel like I need to get some red shoes for working out...

Brand ain’t ready for full production yet, bro. Gotta keep ‘em in the gym. But I’ll tell ya what. Here. Try a pair for free. Sure, they’re a little on the big side, but you’ll grow into ‘em real quick. See, bro? I can already tell. You can’t stay away from ‘em. Can’t look away.S’all right, bro. I know what you’re going through. Just put ‘em on.That’s right. Just like that. Feels good, don’t it? Go on, pop a flex. Mmm ... that’s right. Now another.Another.Another.There you go. That’s right. Smirk. Show off. Feel those pecs harden, thicken, swell into big, meaty slabs of solid muscle!Yeah, I know that look. Here, try these dumbbells. They’ll help get you swole.Yeah, bro. That’s what I’m talkin’ about. See how fast you’re growin’ outta your gear? Come on. I got new stuff for you to wear over this way. Just through here.That’s right. Open that locker. Put on the gear. Compression pants n’d shirts’ll show off the goods.Yeah, that’s better. Lookin’ good, bro. You’re almost as big as me now.Huhuhuh. Yeah. You’re gonna work out for the next few hours, really break in those shoes, git swole. After that, you can report to the lab for testing. Gym’s getting new gear, bro. And you like new gear, don’t you?Yeah. There’s a good bro. Just pump and forget....Pump and forget....

Oh, SO many times.

(Reblog if your stairs have sabotaged you as well)

Book Worm

“I know that look. You’ve been working out more lately, haven’t you, Travis?”

“Uh ... yeah, but that’s healthy. You saying there’s something wrong with me?”

“You’ve been sitting there, staring into space for the last twenty minutes, Travis, and your pecs are bouncing.”

Travis blushed as the muscles stopped popping. His waxed hair lay combed back in an easy style that highlighted his more masculine features, including the tighter edges of his jawline. Once blue eyes had taken on a grayer cast, and veins snaked their way down his forearms and hands. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“Well, it’s not like you’re breaking any rules, but I thought you ought to know.” The librarian sighed. “I’ve seen cases like yours before, unfortunately, and I’ve learned to read the signs. I thought I’d had the library sprayed.”

“Sprayed?” Travis asked, confused as his voice pitched a little deeper.

“Yes, sprayed. We librarians hold a high standard for our books and a great regard for our patrons. I assume you’ve heard the colloquialism referring to a sudden interest in building one’s body up that is known as the muscle bug, correct?”

Travis nodded. “Yeah. Who hasn’t?”

“To be perfectly frank, it’s not a bug. It’s a worm.”

“A ... what now?” Travis gaped disbelievingly at the librarian.

“You heard me. Book worms are an exceptionally dangerous breed of parasite. They multiply at an astonishing rate. Think about ring worm. Now, instead of a large red circle on your body that itches and shows, think of a long slim creature that swims through your bloodstream and forces your veins to expand. They feed on brain cells and secrete a substance many have jokingly come to call Jock Juice. It deliberately stimulates the pituitary gland to mutate and swell, so your body produces an overabundance of testosterone and other hormones. These provide the ideal conditions for the creatures to reproduce.

“Of course, they know better than to simply kill off their hosts. They’re a symbiotic creature. They eat enough cells to reduce your IQ, while still keeping you functional. They return the favor by the stimulation I mentioned earlier. Old synapses and connections are quickly broken down and the stimulation forces new ones to be forged exceptionally quickly. The ones pertaining to motion, to activity. Whether it be walking, jogging, lifting weights, or some other form of physical activity, your brain is gradually reprogrammed to make that your focus, your very life. I’m afraid there’s no cure, but it’s extremely vital that you don’t allow any bodily fluids to have contact with others. Promise me, Travis. Travis, are you even listening to me?”

Travis blinked slowly. “Huh? Oh, uh, sorry. What were you saying?”

The librarian sighed. “Just go, Travis. You’re not going to get much done here.”

Travis looked down at the book, then back at the librarian. For a few moments, he looked torn, conflicted. Then more color drained from his eyes. His shoulders slumped. “Yeah ... I’ve gotta go....” The book clattered uselessly to the floor as Travis made his way out from the library. The librarian grabbed a set of gloves and picked up the book gingerly, then put it into a special sealed metal container.

“That poor boy...”

Travis scratched his crotch as he leaned back in the school’s benches by the garden. Twin earbuds snaked down from his ears, and his gray eyes stared unseeingly at the passersby. A tight sleeveless muscle tee clung to his vascular frame as he laid back and let the sheen of sweat cool to evaporate. His hair had been cut into a high and tight parody of his original style. He let out a deep husky guffaw as he reveled in his size and bounced his pecs to show off to the passing ladies. When he’d had his fill of showing off, he rose to his feet to run back to his dorm again and shower.

He crashed into another runner along the way and knocked him over. “Sorry, lil’bro. Won’t happen again,” he promised as he reached down to help the kid up. 

The freshman grimaced distastefully and strode purposefully away from the musclehead.

Travis didn’t recognize the expression, and smiled broadly at the kid’s back as he noted a distinct change in the young man’s gait. Then he chuckled deeply to himself. “See you at the gym, lil’bro.”

Writing a creative nerd-to-jock tf is difficult : (

Yes, it is. But so’s turning from a nerd into a jock in the first place. You have to focus on building the characters up, demolishing old habits, laying the groundwork for a new foundation, then constructing the new persona piece by piece.

Hypnosis, reinforcement, induction, workouts, sleep, building, listening, exercising, relaxing, exercising, sleeping, building, listening, pumping, listening.

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listening

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listen........

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Yes, Sir, Coach. Will construct more files. Will BUILD more jocks.

Player 01 reporting: Code Name BUILDER. I will construct. I will BUILD. I will obey....

(And just like that, you’ve got a quick falling into trance followed by a subconsciously planted personality coming to the fore with instructions to follow and obey for the mysterious coach figure. There are lots of ways that jock tfs have been done. Many of them follow certain formulas. It’s difficult to be original, because of the fact that there aren’t very many original angles, if any, left in the genre. What matters is what life you give the characters as they change.

What repetitions have they gone through? Is there hypnosis? Is it magical? If it is, how will they be altered? Is it gradual? IS it more like corruption? Is it a test and a game for the one responsible, requiring the two sides to match wits as the victim gradually becomes more and more jock-like? It’s up to you to decide how it will go. Consider, build something, then move forward with it. It’s difficult, but it’s worth it. And don’t forget to follow the characters. Watch them in your mind’s eye. Get in their heads, if you can. That’s how you can really make things real. That, and proper scenery, of course. :P 

See my earlier post with tips on how to write a good jock (or any) story in my feed of submissions. The tips should prove helpful. Good luck, and keep at it. :D

What advice would you give someone who wanted to write their own jock TFs?

Here’s a few solid tips that you can make use of in your own writing:

1. Make the transformation realistic and believable. Most changes can’t be and won’t be dramatic and instantaneous. It depends on the circumstances, of course, but regardless, make sure that the characters are relatable and have their own personalities and quirks that we can see and hear through your writing.

2. Descriptors are another very important factor when it comes to transformation. Help the reader to see everything, so they know how a person is changing.

3. Have a clear idea in mind for how you want the change to go when you start. Do you want it to be quick and dramatic or slow and gradual?

4. Listen to your characters. Don’t be afraid to stick yourself in their heads and figure out what they would do in a situation, even if it goes against your initial story idea. Often, I find it’s best to follow the characters’ actions and then guide events gradually to reach the conclusion, rather than shoe-horning it into place.

5. Be flexible. A curveball can fly your way at any moment as the story unfolds. It’s up to you to notice these sudden changes and act accordingly.

6. (Please note, this is a personal preference on the matter, and I am biased.) Don’t rely on graphic sexual content. Too many people focus on porn to sell their work. While I understand it can be used as a tool and can be utilized well by others, personally, from what I’ve seen on tumblr, people tend to take it too far. Let the story itself draw a person in. Changes in anatomy are fine, and talking about certain “conquests” may well fit in with a character’s mindset and actions, but don’t actually write out the acts of masturbation or other forms of sexual action. It’ll force you to focus more on the characters, their mental states, etc., and the story quality, if you write in this manner. That being said, I know some prefer to use sex as the catalyst for a transformation, in which case, I know this advice probably wouldn’t necessarily work. That’s in your hands to decide how you choose to write your TF.

7. Make use of all the tools of writing. These include personification, alliteration, characterization through appearance, italics, certain forms of sentence structure, etc. Each of these factors are incredibly important to helping draw a distinctive narrative.

8. SHOW, DON’T TELL! I can’t begin to tell you the number of writers who have this problem when they do a story. I did the same thing when I first started. Exposition is a pain and a hard habit to break. You need to learn to balance it with action, including dialogue and actual movement. For example:Malcolm clenched his hands into fists and narrowed his gaze. “Care to rephrase that?” he growled.You’ll note that I included action that indicated a combative posture, followed by the dialogue and descriptor that confirmed the implication. It’s a subtle art, but worth the effort to learn and master.

9. Seek for Inspiration. There is a reason that captions are so popular in the jock tf genre. The picture helps to give an image for the reader to lock onto in the story’s progress. It also serves as inspiration for the writer. I often search for a good picture that fits with the idea I have in mind or inspires me in some way, and then more forward from there.Inspiration may also be found in other ways. A passing phrase, an old saying, a pun, a book or magazine, etc. Look for these different avenues and make use of them as you search.

10. You must do reeeeeesearch! (Uncle says) Cookies to those who get the reference. Joking aside, it’s the truth. Make sure you look up the information you need for the story you have in mind, whether it be the names of certain muscles or muscle groups, exercises, diets, etc. Try to make the details in your story accurate. It makes a huge difference. I often do my research on the fly as I need, when I wish to incorporate an aspect into the story, but don’t know if it will work or simply don’t know anything about it. Google is a saving grace there. Whether it’s on the effects of hypnosis, how to write a hypnotic script, some sort of mythical entity or deity, etc., make sure you know enough about it to make use of it properly in your story.

11. Find something that motivates you! If a story doesn’t motivate or hold you as you write it, it’s very difficult to keep writing. Not impossible, mind you, but it’s a slow process. Make sure you enjoy writing the story. That’s what matters.

12. Tune into the world. You are the crafter, yes, but by actually putting yourself into the world and visualizing it, you’ll better be able to describe it to the readers and foresee where things will go as you write.

Hopefully, these tips will prove useful to you and any other writers interested in doing jock tfs or any others, for that matter. Thanks for reading! :D