No–If I’ve reduced you to tired old memes, then I’ve won.
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you honestly can’t expect me to actually read that entire response
I even put a tl;dr at the end just for you–just how lazy are you, troll? As I said before, try harder.
I mean, you come at me and don’t expect to receive a massive text wall of reasoned argumentation in return just for fun? Who the fuck do you think you’re dealing with exactly? If you can’t keep up, then don’t play the game.
Is there a picture of Jules from Asslicker that can show us what he looks like?
Not really, no. I don’t have anything extreme enough in my collections. Give your imagination a workout! I can’t do everything for you!
The thing about scifi or fantasy stories is that they contain certain clearly defined, supernatural elements (brainwashed russian soldiers) while the rest of the world is still governed by standard logic, that’s why if you portray another country in a racist manner inside a scifi movie you can’t just say ‘lol why are you bothered by my depiction of all arabs in the movie as bloodthirsty terrorists that is an odd factual hill to die on here considering all the giant robots fighting each other’
Well sure, that’s granted. Just in case anyone other there read my story and somehow actually thought Russians didn’t have access to the internet, allow me to be perfectly clear: in the real world, it’s true both that a) there are no brainwashed Russian soldiers infiltrating America, and b) people living in Russia have a perfectly fine standard of living, including internet access.
But since we’re going to talk about defined, expected elements of particular genres, let me point out the fact that, like it or not, the TF genre here trades in stereotypes. This isn’t to say that all TF stories *necessarily* involve stereotypes, because that would be ludicrous–but rather, a massive chunk of people aren’t interested in this genre because they fantasize about being another particular person, but rather they fantasize about characters (themselves or others) becoming one of any number of archetypes and stereotypes. That is, the stereotype *is* the fetish.
As a different example of this, obviously not all rednecks are dumb, backwoods hicks, fucking pigs and drinking moonshine. *But* a good number of people like the idea of becoming an exemplar (either by force or not) of that stereotype. Or, at least they do, judging by the notes I get on my posts. The same could be said for every ‘Twink’, ‘Bro’, ‘Nerd’, ‘Bear’, ‘Daddy’, ‘Black’, ‘Asian’, ‘Gymrat’ and ‘Slob’ story out there. All of these are stereotypes and archetypes, all of these stories which feature them slander and mock the categories they’re featuring to one extent or another. Further, it’s alright to be more bothered by some than others! But it’s a little strange to get your knickers in a twist over one stupid archetype, while ignoring the fact that the fundamentals of this genre guarantee that you can’t throw a rock around here without hitting some stupid characterization as dumb as this one, including many much more egregious ones that I’ve written myself. I could link you too them, but this post would be fifty times longer.
We can get into long discussions about whether the nature of this fetish is unethical/problematic/indicative of privilege/etc. some other time, and those are good conversations to have and consider. We can have that talk at the same time we’re considering the fact that, essentially every mind control story is functionally a rape fantasy. Personally, I think readers are smart enough to figure out that these stories are meant as utter fantasy and are politically and factually shallow–that is, I’m not trying to make any deep factual claims or assign a truth value to these stereotypes in these stories, and that generally, they only exist to get you off without much further thought or consideration regarding their factual accuracy or consistency.
If this really bothers you, then I’d suggest not reading stories in this genre? Especially not mine? This probably isn’t your fetish, and that’s all fine–it’s a pretty small niche. But this shit isn’t supposed to be taken in any sort of serious fashion, and your desire to assign it some sort of deep political and cultural weight just seems ludicrous to me, especially regarding these captions, which are really just the equivalent of an artist’s doodle or sketch.
So, when I said ‘Try Harder,’ what I meant was that maybe you could be exerting your energy in a slightly more productive fashion? Or, at the very least, you could try harder to understand some of the deeper context surrounding these stories, why they’re all rather fucked politically and socially, before moaning about the unfairness of cultural stereotyping?
tl;dr, I’ll bite that bullet. It’s small, sugar coated, and I have an iron deficiency.
Hey, live the fat transformation/revenge stories you make! Keep up the good work!
Glad you’re liking them! There’s more to come, I assure you.
“surfing the internet (something he’d never been able to do back in Russia.)” is this what americans actually believe
….No?
I mean, judging from the number of porn sites that end in .ru, that would be kind of ridiculous.
So is the idea that Russia is sending brainwashed and bodyswapped Russian spies undercover to infiltrate American society???
I mean, unless you know something about that. What I’m trying to say is that “Russians do too have the internets!” is an odd factual hill to die on here in the broader context.
That is, you’re being silly, little troll.

Why is a company called Arctos (bear) selling a drug that turns people into skinhead pups? #plotholes
Because the drug they’re supplying can be used by anyone to turn someone into what they want? The MacGuffin is open-ended here.
More importantly, why are you expecting worldbuilding consistency from an author who generally shuns that style of writing? That’s not what I deliver. If you need seamless worlds to jack your junk, go check some other porn blog I guess?
I remember reading a caption on here about underwear swapping tf, but I came through a reblog and couldn’t find the next part, if there is one. Now I can’t find the original part, either. Did you delete it at some point?
I’m going to go out on a limb and guess you are looking for “Underwear Trade Network”, Part 1 and Part 2. Your confusion and inability to find them, probably has to do with the fact that, since posting that, I started posting all of my caption stories over on a secondary blog, but these are in the archive of my primary blog. In any case, nothing was deleted that I know of–if these aren’t the stories you’re looking for, let me know some more details, and I’ll dig around some more.
Someone really should get around to organizing that archive someday…
I’ve got to say I’ve been enjoying A Familiar Fantasy. I’m not sure exactly where it’s going, if there will be any kind of age regression mixed in, or if it’ll end up going in kind of a weird direction like Do You Shrink as You Get Older (not bad, but definitely weird), or something else entirely, but I’ve enjoyed it so far and find myself eagerly awaiting the next chapter. Was this something that just randomly came to you, or did something specific inspire you?
Sorry this is a couple of weeks late to be fully topical! Both “A Familiar Fantasy” and “Do You Shrink as You Get Older” might seem rather similar because they were both commissioned by the same person! I write for him often, because he’s one of my $50 patrons over on Patreon, so you’ve actually read quite a lot of things requested by him. Chances are, if shrinking is involved, he’s the one who asked for it. On the other hand, if someone is growing taller and becoming a giant, that’s the other $50 dollar patron. Always nice when things balance out like that.

He’s deep in the pits of Pigtown, taking a break from the mass of men around him, pumping his dick to new sizes, staring at it through the plastic tube, panting a bit, wondering how big it can get, what it might feel like shoved up some faggots loose cunt. He looks to the side, and catches the eye of someone across the room, in the dark. He can’t make out much of him, but in those eyes, what is it about those eyes?
“Pigtown? You can’t be serious.”
“Oh come on, I’ve heard it’s one of the best bathhouses ever.”
“You told me you weren’t going to do this anymore.”
“I’m…look, I like to have fun. This is one of the ways I have fun. I just thought, if you came along, maybe you’d enjoy yourself! I brought some E–you had a blast last time–”
“No, I’m done with this, I’m done with you–go get lost in there, or whatever the fuck you want to do with your life, I’m fucking done.”
How long had he been down here? There were no clocks anywhere–hadn’t he arrived a few hours earlier? He looked down at himself, the filthy jockstrap, his rubber boots–hadn’t he been…wearing something else? Wearing more? It seemed…so long ago, for some reason. Lost in thought, he hadn’t noticed the man make a beeline for him across the room.
“Jack…oh fuck, Jack, I can’t believe I found you–we have to go, please…”
Those eyes, now that they were so close…he did know them, but not the body they were attached to. The head shouldn’t be shaved. The body was too…thin, like it had lost some mass and wasted away, and he’d grown older–years older. The beard was wrong, and there shouldn’t be a piercing in his nose, or those tattoos. “You came in after all–looks like…you’re having fun…” He had trouble getting the words out, and he couldn’t quite recall the last time he’d bothered using words.
“Jack, it’s been weeks! You’ve been in here for weeks. I…I’m losing it, Jack. But I know how to get out, I can get us out, I can get us better!”
Jack just smirked, released the pump, and hauled out his massive cock, wrapping it tight, keeping it full, hefting it, those eyes latched onto it, unable to look away. “Just give it a chance–you’ll like it, I promise.”
He fought. He fought hard, but he collapsed, the knees of his bleached jeans in a puddle of piss and cum, as he explored the massive cock with his hands and mouth, losing himself in the pit, like all the other pigs around him had already.