Metawriting #1 – The Point of Intersection

Alright, so I know I’ve been a bit light on the stories this week and last. The truth is that I’m suffering through a bout of writer’s block mostly attributable to exhaustion, stress and lack of time. As such, I don’t really feel like writing a story today, so I’m going to write about writing. Metawriting, if you will.

First, just so you all are aware of my background, I graduated a few years ago from college with a bachelors degree in Philosophy. Now what might philosophy have to do with writing mind control and transformation porn? A lot, surprisingly enough. When you spend your classes talking about what it means to be human, what it means to be the same individual over time, what it means to have a mind, and various other topics, you pick up some theories here and there which have a tendency to burrow their way into your writing. When I write stuff like this, it tends to be a bit dry and academic (but hopefully still interesting to a few of you!) so I’ll try not to use too much technical language, but as a warning, it might be there. If you’re confused about something, just ask.

Next, in college and out, I am a fairly common member of writing groups, and have lead quite a few of them. As such, I’ve spent quite a lot of time critiquing works written by others, both good and bad. Reading other works with a critical eye is the second best thing you can do to improve your writing, (the first being to write as much as you can) so on occasion, I might reference a story written by me or someone else to make a point.

Alright, now that that’s out of the way, I want to start off with a general discussion of MC and TF stories, and in particular, look at why these two always seem to end up working together in stories, when they aren’t necessarily related on the surface. Let me get some definitions out of the way first.

Transformation, obviously, involves one character taking on or losing physical or mental traits over the course of a story. These trait-shifts can be minor and trivial (the growth of a beard) or massive (a jock becoming a basketball). The means of transformation can be highly varied as well, but tend to fall into two camps, conventional (meaning they could occur in real life, such as lifting weights to gain muscle) and non-conventional (meaning they can occur only in fantasy, like casting a spell to become invisible). I’ll talk more about this later, in other entries.

Mind control, as I define it, is solely the act of having one character make another character do something the second doesn’t want to do themselves. There are any number of McGuffins to accomplish this: hypnosis, magic, telepathy, nanobots, computer programs, etc. What matters though, is that there is no necessarily transformative element in an MC story. There are, in fact, many stories which are straight MC with no transformative element. Similarly, a transformation need not involve mind control, if the subject of the transformation wants to transform. So, why then, do so many stories contain both?

One way of linking these up, is to think about why we use MC or TF themes in the first place. If I want to control a character’s mind, the usual reasons are either a) to make them do things they wouldn’t normally do, or b) make them become someone they wouldn’t usually be. In the first case we have stories which are straight MC, and in the second, we can see that TF themes naturally emerge in MC stories from the desire to make characters become something else against their will. Working in the other direction, we write TF stories to make some character become someone or something else, but often we want to them to “think” differently as well, or the character may not want to transform, bringing in MC themes from the other direction.

Now, why does any of this matter? Isn’t this just thinking a bit too hard about porn? Yeah, it probably is, but I think that this point of intersection is a central feature of writing good MC/TF fiction. These two themes don’t exist in entirely separate spheres, they inform and cause one another within good stories. It is the interaction of these themes which builds conflict and develops characters, and so understanding this interplay is crucial for writing these sorts of stories. To put it another way, when we work these themes together we don’t mind control for the sake of mind controlling, and we don’t transform for the sake of transforming. Instead, we control someone’s mind in order to transform them, and in turn, we transform them in order to change and control their minds. See? Doesn’t that sound hotter already? Now, the challenge is to figure out how to balance these themes and work them into plots, characters and all the other trappings of storycraft. Still, it all starts from this point of intersection–that’s the core of every story I write, at least.

You come back from the kitchen with another round of beers, and find your two friends, Barry and Steve, slumped against one another on the couch. Your heart beating faster in your chest, you hurry over and check to see if they’re good and asleep–those hypno pills had worked a lot faster than you’d expected. You’d bought them from a magic shop on a whim, doubting they would actually work–but here were your two bearish, but hopelessly straight, friends passed out and open to any suggestion your mind might dream up.

As a test, you tell them both to start fantasizing about the other, and even though they’re straight, they will find themselves getting hard. The two of them let out quiet sleep sounds and shift, as you see their shorts both tent out, and you walk over, groping both of them and encouraging them to delve deeper into their new, ultimate fantasy, soon working yourself into the mix as well. Before long, Barry is sucking your cock while Steve eats out your ass, and you know that your relationship will be very different from here on out.

“Those…those are them?”

“Yep, two cubs, pretrained, and just waiting for a good Master. Can only sell ‘em as a pair though–the conditioning and training only took if we kept the two of ’em together.”

“Where…who were they?”

“Just a couple who wanted to play rough and try some new things, so I showed them the pleasure of complete servitude. You want to give ’em a try? I can tell they like you already. How about it cubs, you want to convince this guy to take you home as his slaves?”

“What–can they even talk?”

“They can–I just have them in pup mode at the moment–they’re easier to transport. Alright cubs, come on out, and give my man here your best.”

“Holy–they sure don’t hesitate, do they? Fuck…”

“Yeah, that one’s definitely the better cocksucker, however, his friend has an ass to die for, trust me.”

“How…how much were they again?”

“Five million for both. Shall I have my men set up a wire transfer?”

“I can’t believe…I’ll take them.”

“Very well. I’ll leave the three of you alone while I finalize the sale. Enjoy your new slaves, sir.”

well I want to write mc/transformation stuff – probably not as extreme as you (though I love your stuff) – but I’ve always found the idea of someone else being in control a hot idea. could change you whatever, sluttiness is also hot.

Well, I have a lot to say about all of those topics. How about I go ahead and start writing the occasional entry about writing TF/MC fiction? That might be the best way to get some of those tips you want.

any tips for a wanna-be erotic fiction writer?

Well, the least helpful advice (but still the best) I can offer is to write more. That’s really the only way to get better at all. Still, you probably were looking for something more detailed, but I can’t offer much else with what you’ve given me.

The second best advice I can offer is to read with awareness. Find stories you like and figure out why you like them, and the same for the stories you dislike. Then, try to copy those elements you enjoy and improve/avoid the aspects you don’t. Then, steal the techniques and make them you own.

I could give you more personal advice if you told me a bit more about what you want to write, or send me a link to what you have written already.

Today’s Story Cancelled

Real life stuff piled up on me again, and I have the next part of “Gifts from a Magi” about halfway finished. I’ll probably post it tomorrow, and the third and final part on Friday. Also, I would expect there to be a week of photo captions next week again. I need to get some work done on my long commissions…and I might be unemployed and looking for work, too. Hopefully not, but we’ll see.

One Change #4 – Words

***WARNING: This episode contains scat.***

The Changer rarely researched his targets very heavily–he found that the more he got to know someone’s history, the harder it was, in a way, to figure out what to change about them. It was too hard to try and anticipate what would happen most times, so usually, he would wander around various cities, listening to what people were saying. He secretly enjoyed making people’s stupid, thoughtless words come true. Like in Terry’s case.

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Terry lived in a modest, city apartment in a nice, generally clean neighborhood. His office was only a few minutes away, and he was right in the middle of a culturally vibrant downtown. He hated it, or at least, that’s what he told everyone in conversation. He hated the smell, the homeless, the cramped living spaces, the prices. The first thing he was going to do when he retired, he said, was move miles away from every city. The Changer wondered why he should wait, and decided to give Terry what he said he wanted.

The Terry who woke up in the small, filthy, single wide trailer had never been to a city in his life. The closest city was nearly fifty miles away, and it was a far cry from the metropolis he’d lived in before his change. The Changer had expected him to be just as miserable here as in the city, but to his surprise, the opposite was true. The new Terry loved his quiet, simple life working on cars as the only gas station in a twenty mile radius. Still, not everyone ended up meaning what they said.

Frank loved picking fights with people, especially his neighbors, and he had a mouth which let loose any number of horrid, disgusting insults at the people around him. It was just a way for him to feel important by knocking down everyone else around him. The Changer happened past while he was engaged in one of his cross-fence shouting matches, and decided that he would immediately come to embody the last insult he hurled during the fight. Now, as far as Frank was concerned, “shitface,” was a reasonably mild insult, but as soon as those last words were uttered, Frank felt a strange compulsion.

In Frank’s case, The Changer had decided the change shouldn’t be retroactive, but only affect him from the present onward. His obsession with shit was sudden, very strong, and by the weekend, he was hosting an orgy with all of his new friends at his home. The Changer hoped that all the shit he would be eating from now on would keep his mouth busy.

I love your stories! If posting here daily messes up your full length work, then cut back.

Actually, doing this blog has helped me stay productive, more than anything, because it forces me to actually sit down and write something most everyday. But the truth is, I’m a slow writer when it comes to my longer stories, and whether or not I’m posting here wouldn’t make much difference. At least this way I have something for people most every day–instead of just a few times a year.

Yeah, that’s it, lick my boot faggot. I told told you those cuffs were magic–the cop whose uniform I swiped didn’t believe me either, but he’s too busy suckin’ cock at the rest area to do anything now. Yeah, that’s right, that guy whose face you fucked? He was a cop–now he’s mine, and you’re mine too. The question, though, is what kind of faggot you’re gonna be?

Well, you sure do love that boot, so how about we make you a foot faggot? Yeah, you’re gonna love it, cleaning and shining men’s boots with your tongue, licking the sweat and grime from between their toes, sucking their filthy socks, and the only time you’ll cum is with a foot up your ass–how does that sound?

…Why am I doing this? Because I hate faggots, but if you’re here, then you might as well be useful. All my buddies are gonna know you’re here, ready to shine their shoes and clean their feet whenever they want. Now get that boot off and suck my sock–I haven’t got all night to get you trained.

“No Officer, you know what? I don’t really think it matters how fast I was going. I think what really matters is how good that rubber feels against your skin. You look surprised–don’t you remember putting your uniform on earlier this evening, thinking about how hot you look with the blue latex pulled tight against your muscles? Go on, rub them–damn those webbed gloves are really pervy. I bet you’re a total pervert, aren’t you? You’re just a giant rubber pig cop, aren’t you? Don’t shake your head like that–I mean, it’s pretty obvious from that mask you’re wearing. Go on, grunt. Grunt like a pig while you rub that hard cock in your rubber pants. Now, you wanted to ask me something officer? What was it?”

“Sir, *grunt* I need you *snort* to step out of your car, Sir.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“I’ve been a very bad pig Sir, *grunt* I need a cock up my ass sir, I need it bad. Please *oink* give me your cum sir? Please?”

“Well, alright. I guess I can spare a moment for a pervy pig cop like you…”