Hey everyone! Sorry for the lack of stories these past . . . eight months, wow, that's a long time, heh. I never intended to be so slack with posting stories but some stuff came up in my life that stopped or slowed my writing. Nothing serious, just feelings of inadequacy, too many ideas begging to be written and not knowing what to pick, Zelda: Totk, and then wondering what I was able to finish was good enough to post.

But I was able to get over it (mostly) and I'm ready to start posting again while hopefully writing stories that y'all will like! I just wished I was able to keep them simpler and less wordy (they tend to be in the five digits) but I can't help but dive further into my characters and how they are with each other and their surroundings than what is necessary for the plot. And what I hope to work on is more bad end stories. I know I can write them and I've come up with some great examples as I'm writing this.

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Flexing his new fingers he let out a dark chuckle, the body of the bull he long sought after was finally his. Months of preparation, countless hours of going through his recently passed Uncle's books of the occult and the like he inherited had finally enabled him to enact his plan. And now that it was done he could do so much with it; better than what the previous owner was doing.

G-Give it back! Give back my body! The former owner cried out in his mind as he picked up their discarded clothing from the floor.

With a smirk he replied back, "Fat chance of that. This body is mine now. You were wasting its potential by barely working out." He then proceeds to flex in the mirror hanging off the wall of the locker room, showing off the somewhat decent musculature that the former bull was barely attending to. "But once I'm done working with it I'll be having all the guys crawling to my side, begging to be topped by a strong man like me. Be happy that I chose you for this."

The former bull wailed even more after hearing that before his voice grew faint as the new bull put him to sleep with a spell. His last thoughts were of the body snatcher telling him he'll wake him up once "his" body's training was complete.

And then this one:

"Fuck, I can't believe it worked! You're just a pair of boxers!" Simon heard his roommate exclaim with glee before watching the opossum pick him off the floor. He didn't know why he was underwear or how his roommate did it but he was fucking pissed just the same.

Fucking, Greg! Change me back! He roared at his roommate but either he ignored him or couldn't hear him Simon didn't know. All he knew was that he hated how empty he felt . . . and the growing urge to be worn creeping up in the back of his mind.

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See? I can really do it though maybe I'm abit hardwired for the drama, emotional stories where the characters get to be together in the end instead of ending up having their body stolen, souls reaped, turned into some object, eaten, changed into some dude's body part, becoming a sex slave, and many more.

Well, anyway, I'm just glad I'm able to post again and that so many of y'all like what I've posted and the great comments I've received. I'll try to post more frequently so keep your eyes open.

Thanks for reading this journal entry, my first one!, and hope you have a good day.