Yeah, that interests me for sure, but most people who claim they want that, don’t really. They just want to role play, they want the fun with none of the risk. They don’t want to really change, they just want to forever be the person on the cusp, constantly teetering at the precipice, but with all of the ropes and pulleys ready to pull them back if they go to far.

I’d cut the ropes, and shove you off the cliff without warning. Don’t want to be a white collar worker anymore? Fine–quit your job tomorrow, and start looking for work on a construction crew. Just fucking do it. Go hang out at a rest area and beg every man who comes in to let them suck your cock, and if they’re a trucker, beg them to take you with them to their destination, where you find another ride. Yeah, it’s going to suck, but it’s what you want, right? Or is it just that you want to want it?

That’s the crux, I think. Everyone just wants to want it–but they don’t know how to come to terms with actually wanting it. They want someone to push them, but as soon as someone offers, they run.

I mean, that ask I just did would certainly apply in this case. I wouldn’t mind ruining a few Nazi bodies and turning them into pieces of furniture and fuck objects, still alive but unable to really exist.

But beyond that, enslaving them to owners from marginalized communities would be good too, forcing them to serve and obey the very people the think should be exterminated. 

Also, for the particularly dapper variety, just complete ruination would be beautiful to be, implanting the desire within their minds to complete destroy their own lives and bodies, knowing it’s wrong, and yet unable to stop themselves. Forcing someone like, say, Richard Spencer to actively undermine himself, letting his hair and beard grow out, stuffing himself silly, giving all of his money away to men in exchange for abusing and fucking him, until he’s just an invisible derelict on the streets, trading blowjobs for booze–that’s the kind of shit I’d like to see.

I’d say that my favorite inanimate TF’s tend to not involve making someone into a conventional object of some variety–turning someone into a toilet, or a piece of clothing, or anything like that. Rather, the style I much prefer is manipulating, dismembering, and altering someone’s body until they are little more than an object, and yet still alive. I’ve written a few stories like this, such as my “Living Latex” stories and captions, and “The Trophy”–another example would be some of the scenes from Tagame’s manga “Zenith”.

That said, my favorite sort of form that I could inflict on someone I hate, within that genre would be something like this–assuming I could manipulate their body in any way, while keeping them alive. First, remove their arms and legs. Ideally, this would be done slowly over an extended period of time with a device like a very sharp grater or peeler–removing small layer after small layer, and allowing them to heal over between each treatment, slowly reducing each limb down until all that remains is scar tissue. Beyond that, what came next would depend a lot on the individual person.

In any case, it would involve destroying whatever part of themselves they were most proud of. If they were proud of their muscle, I would probably force feed them until they were a massive blob of fat, seal up their body, and use them as a bean bag chair. Proud of their cock? I might nullify them entirely, or manipulate their cock until it was something completely useless–perhaps several subincisions to divide the shaft, and then a few rigid silicone injections to force them into impossible, artistic position. Sensory deprivation would be key as well–removing their eyes and ears, perhaps moving their brain and nervous system deeper into their body so that the head and neck can be removed entirely. 

So yeah, something like that. Alive, once human, but now, their body ruined and useless for anything beyond what I have designed them for.

As Mister Peanutbutter would say, “What is this, a crossover episode?”

Yes, season 4 drops in three days, and I just binged the whole thing again shut up.

As for the question:

Pigtown is not a company. It doesn’t make money, it doesn’t charge anything at the bar, it doesn’t have any conventional business goals. It’s just a place, localized around a bar. Similarly, I’m not sure I would really call Arctos a company either, since they seem to be much more interested in giving their products away for free, than they are in making money. They don’t seem to have much of a corporate infrastructure, and their corporate headquarters listed on the website is probably an empty warehouse, or just a field. 

This probably seems beside the point, I suppose, but I do feel like mentioning the fact that both of these settings are designed to mimic capitalism in some senses, but the logic by which they function isn’t capitalistic at all–it’s just predatory expansion with all of the trapping stripped away. So, to ask what their relationship is as competitors over an assumed market-share is just…not a very good question, I suppose. Or, to put that another way, if it’s a question you think has an answer that makes sense, you’re doing a couple of things:

1. You’re trying to construct a larger world around these stories, and trying to fit them all into some framework which, as I’ve said before, is going to be a fool’s errand, because I purposefully don’t structure my stories in this fashion. These aren’t worlds, they’re settings. It’s just window dressing and McGuffin deployment for whatever is going on in my head at the moment.
2. You’re rarefying Capitalist superstructure, please stop. Not everything can be symbolized through the terms and machinery of Capitalism. I understand that drive and compulsion to do so, because so much of our lives are dominated by the processes of the Capitalist system, but if you try and apply that shit to my stories, you’ll only end up misunderstanding them.

Beyond Capitalism, however, Pigtown and Arctos don’t exist together in my head, if they really exist at all, as concepts static enough to be understood as something with enough permanence to exist in relation to something else. I could, I suppose, forsee a story in which the two co-exist and independent and competing plot devices, but I have a hard time even imagining how that would work in my head, because for the two to be placed into conflict with one another, they would have to be given motives…but neither of the entities really possess enough awareness or agency to even become a solid character and enter into conflict, and if they did, they would lose the very qualities I enjoy about them the most–their fundamental inconsistency over time.

None of this is really an answer, I suppose, or at least, not the answer you were looking for. Your frame of reference is wrong, and you’re searching for a deeper level of content which I’m purposefully omitting. It’s like the tank where they filmed “The Loveboat”–the water’s only two inches deep, but the future is bright, just look at it.

Yeah, I should do that, but I can’t promise that I will. In all honesty, my archive needs a whole lot more organization, because as good as tumblr is as a blog format, it’s capacity as an archive with any kind of search function or readability is dismal. 

That said, as per my Patreon goals, a comprehensive story archive of all of my work is in the works! I have no word on release date or anything as of this time, but as soon as I can the basic archive working, I’ll open it up and begin adding the massive backlog of stories to it over time. That way, in the future, I’ll be able to post stories here, and then also post them in the archive once they’re finished. Ideally, I’d also like to be able to link stories together which exist in the same settings, so that it’s easier to, say, find a story set in pigtown, or one involving Arctos industries, without having to remember a specific title.