Go back through my archives if you’re that curious and find the discussions I already got into with people over some of the stuff. There’s no real good reason to dredge it all back up again, I don’t think.
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Hey, have you written anything with boots as the tranformation/change trigger?
A few. This is probably the best one I can offer you: http://brackenousjunk.tumblr.com/post/153446868508/pigtail-2-of-2-the-physical-changes-were
You can also check a few others here, which mention or involve boots in some fashion: http://wesleybracken.tumblr.com/search/boot and http://brackenousjunk.tumblr.com/search/boot
Would you ever think of doing more with the Asslicker Inc story? Maybe another victim of them or a follow up on Judd? Love that story!
Well, I did do one, short follow up as a two part caption–here’s Part 1, and here’s Part 2. I probably wouldn’t do a follow up on Judd–I don’t think his life is going to be too interesting from this point on, but I could see a sequel focusing on another victim, perhaps. That said, it’s also part of the larger, Arctos Inc. collection, so I certainly wouldn’t be surprised if asslickers show up in some of those future stories too.
Have you ever completely deleted a story you posted? If so, what was it about? If not, then I’m curious cause there’s always that one work authors have That they’d take back…
Deleted a story? No, I’ve never done that, though I have had stories removed from sites before for allegedly breaking TOS. But I don’t really advocate deleting posts, myself–I feel like it’s important to leave these things up, even if they are a mistake, because I don’t support sanitizing your own past to make yourself look better. Are there stories I regret posting? Yeah, a few, usually due to insensitivity to racial/gender issues in some earlier stories of mine, that definitely needed to be rethought, but what’s done is done.

Still have some questions left over from last session, so I figured I’d answer those, and also any others ya’ll have for me. Something you’d like to know about me/my writing/other topics? Then put it in the box!
The Power of Society (Part 5)
And with those two visits, Professor’s Larson study was set in motion. He returned to his home a few blocks away from campus, and spent a few hours working out his sexual energy on two of his butlers down in the dungeon. warping the minds of the young men on campus always got him…riled up. He’d wanted to abuse the men then and there, but for the purposes of his research, it was best if he retained an appearance of objectivity and distance from his latest subjects. When he was feeling better, he left the two servants to tend to one another’s wounds, dressed himself in his house leathers, and ascended to his study–where he found that the campus maintenance crew had already installed the cameras in both houses. He had live feeds in every room–some from multiple angles–to make sure he wouldn’t miss anything which might be relevant to his research program.
He took off his watch and placed it on the charging system. He’d improved the power source quite a bit over the last year, but two big groups like that in one evening had nearly drained the device dry. Since inventing it, he’d used it almost exclusively on individuals–but it was time to set his sights on…bigger targets. It was clear that belief and persuasion had social elements, but what he wanted to test, was whether fostering a set of beliefs in a social group like these two frats could instigate and force changes without his explicit direction–and without the presence of the watch. In other words, was it their own belief which changed them, or was it the direct presence of the sonic waves itself, coupled with the belief? More importantly, would the effects fade over time, without further interference from him? He was testing the very limits of his power, and observing the feeds from both houses that evening, he couldn’t have been happier with the results.
It was clear that his meetings with both houses had created two camps. First, were what he called the “early adopters”–the men who had taken to his suggestions readily, and had already begun to change by the time he’d finished. The others were all “deniers”–those who, despite believing him, still tried to insist that what he’d said wasn’t true. In both houses, the early adopters were winning handily. The nerds, with their new tendency to drag one another downward, had banded together and isolated several deniers and were busy “convincing” them of the certainty of what the professor had said. Much to his surprise, the changes forced on the deniers, as they came to believe, were as rapid and substantial as those he could cause with the watch–clearly then, it was only the subject’s belief that mattered, or perhaps merely being subjected to the sound was enough to open the capacity for these changes. Either case was troubling to him–it signaled that he might not be as in control as he thought.
The jocks had no real collective drive–rather, each individual jock was battling their own internal…monster. The early adopters gave in readily, frotting, pissing and working out mindlessly all night, while the deniers cloistered themselves away, fighting–though several found the growing orgy to tempting, and gave in before the night was through. It seemed then, that internal and external pressure had similar levels of effect on behavior. So far, his hypotheses were being confirmed. He would wait a month, and see how things developed.
After around three weeks, each house settled down into what Harold considered a new status quo. In each house, everyone had been convinced of the certainty of the professor’s beliefs. None of the “nerds” in the house weighed under 300 pounds, and several of the early adopters were closer to 600. The house was a wreck, and TV’s were in every room–some dedicated to video games, others playing a near constant stream of gay porn. The nerds largely settled down and rarely moved, aside from getting up to order more food for the house and devour what was there. That said, while they all believed what Harold wanted them to…not all of them responded in the same way. While most gave into their sloth, a small minority maintained a certain drive to escape their fate. They continued going to class, would leave the house a few times a day for fresh air, and a few even tried to maintain a bit of hygiene and self-care. He would have expected these to come from the deniers, but in fact, the six or seven who strived for more were about evenly split between the two groups.
A similar situation had developed over with the jocks next door. All of them knew, for a fact, that deep inside them resided a jock with the basest of impulses–driven only by desires for filth, sexual stimulation, and physical exertion. Unlike with the nerds, however, Harold had made no effort to keep the jocks in the house. They continued their athletic activities, though most ceased going to class, and the school saw a greater success from their teams that month. Harold attributed it to the loss of ego for the jocks in the house, coupled with an innate desire to fight and compete. But like the nerds, there were those who resisted. They would sneak showers at night, violating the professor’s rules. They continued going to class, despite the fact that their reduced mental capacities made the attempt laughable. But they pushed on all the same. The question then, was what to do about these two groups of resistors.
Of course, Harold could simply force them to obey him, but that wasn’t the point of the study, now as it? He wanted to see the power of society at work. No–he’d done enough focusing on ingroups–it was time to test something else he had been developing. He’d see how well these young men could resist, after Harold turned the rest of campus against them. All over campus, he had installed speakers which could both transmit the frequency of belief, as well as directives. He’d already tested the device before, and it had worked surprisingly well–since most men of campus now preferred to go shirtless, even in winter. He began planning his next move, and a few days later, the entire campus had a few new beliefs regarding Nerds and Jocks, which he was excited to witness for himself.
Special Detention (Part 2) | Wesley Bracken on Patreon
After the disruptions of Halloween, here’s the second half of August’s bonus story, “Special Detention”! Here, young Mr. Peters finishes his transformation into his principal’s pipe slave. Featuring age progression, pig elements, anachronisms, pipe play, and various other humiliations, for those of you into those sorts of things. Enjoy, and as always, thanks for contributing! If you haven’t yet considered contributing to my Patreon, now would be a good time to do so. Five dollars a month gets you access to exclusive stories like this one (and includes the entire backlog of stories I’ve posted thus far).

A Study in Flannel (2 of 2)
*RRRIIPPP*
“There we are! Right at the seam. Let me just tug this sleeve off–we’ll have you feeling more comfortable in no time, Wallflower.”
“The tattoos? Where do you think they came from, dumbass? Nice and trashy, just how I like my rednecks.”
“You don’t wanna be a redneck? Then I guess you should have looked at the calendar! Hear that everyone? Wallflower here didn’t want to a redneck but he didn’t even check the calendar!”
*Laughter*
“Now Wallflower. No one thinks they want to be a redneck. But trust me, once you go there, you’d be surprised how few of ‘em wanna go back. Now give me that other sleeve, let’s see what we can do here…”
*RRIPPPP”
“There we are–you’re looking better already, Wallflower. Look at those new sleeves of yours, all those tattoos…You’re gonna be a real sleazy fucker, ain’t ya? Now one last thing, Wallflower…”
*Pop..PopPop..Pop*
There we are-no more buttons on that shirt–just let that dirty, hairy bubba gut of yours hang out. Got some rings in those tits Wallflower! You’re kinkier than I thought. Oh? That feel good Bubba? You like having me play with those tit rings of yours? You know I get first go with every new boy, right? So lean in here, and shove some of that cigar smoke in my maw, you nasty fuck.”
…
“Fuck Bubba, that’s a nice mouth you got. Love the feel of that beard too–and damn fucker, a mullet? Whose 80’s fantasy did you come stumbling out of? Yeah, I see you grinning at yourself in the mirror–you do like it, don’t you? Just fucking admit it.”
“Yeah–that’s what I thought, Bubba. Now get down there and blow my rod–and then I’ll be turning you over to crowd here. Don’t think you’ll get away with being a wallflower the rest of the night–I think that pretty mouth of yours can look forward to being front and center.”

A Study in Flannel (1 of 2)
“Hello, Wallflower.”
“Yes, I’m talking to you. Did you think no one had noticed you in here? Everyone’s been talking about you, but everyone gets talked about, their first time in Pigtown. Everyone wants to know, who’s that handsome young man going to be, sipping that beer all by himself against the wall?”
“If you really want to hide that blush, you shouldn’t turn away–just grow a better beard, Wallflower.”
“Wallflower, everyone can tell that you’re trying to. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? Look at you–we all know what you want to be. Those jeans, those boots, that…*sigh* flannel shirt. Flannel, such a tired fabric, but it means so much to all of us here, I suppose. No one wants to hear The Beatles, but everyone knows the words when it come on. We all know what you want.”
“Don’t be coy with me–you know what this place is. I know how far the reputation of my bar spreads.”
“Oh, you just now noticed that facial hair of yours? I know I suggested you grow a beard, but that flush in your cheeks is too cute to hide just yet. Shame about the color though…”
“A mirror? Right over there, Wallflower. Go take a look?”
“Not too bad, eh? That mop makes a pretty good flat top, I have to say, and you’re filling out that flannel of yours nicely. How’s that cigar taste? Heh, looks like you hadn’t even noticed it. Big package in the front of those jeans daddy, you’re filling out nice and thick, just how we like them. Still, as handsome as you are, I’m afraid you just don’t quite fit our theme tonight.”
“Didn’t you notice? Second Friday of every month is the hoedown! Got dirty fucks coming from five counties to have some fun around here. Don’t worry, we can get you all fixed up here in a jiffy–won’t take much more than a few tweaks, and you’ll be feeling right at home.”
“Don’t shake your head at me! Don’t you understand the importance of theme nights? Honestly, it’s like why keep a calendar at all, if men can just show up and be whoever they want to be. Now hold still, Wallflower–let’s rip some seams.”
I love all of your diaper stories. Do you have a favorite story by yourself or another author involving diapers that you absolutely love?
Probably this one, featuring Officer Daniels: http://wesleybracken.tumblr.com/post/74877566302/officer-daniels-had-had-a-long-day-and-all-he
I always wanted to extend it somehow, but never could quite get a good handle on where to go with it. Someday…