Slowly the accounting job in the city office took it’s toll on the poor lad. He flopped out on his sofa on the Friday evening, falling asleep instantly. Even forgetting to do anything, forgetting to cook anything, forgetting to even take out his contact lenses. He felt finally at rest and drifted deeper and deeper. Some days he wished he could just do something entirely different. He was deep asleep when the crew arrived to take him away.

Read More Posted Fri Dec 18, 2015 | 187 Words | Tagged story workie

Dan’s boyfriend was doing some DIY and they had ran out of supplies, and with Dan being the one with a car was sent out with a list of things to get and the shop to get them from. Dan’s boyfriend knew all of this stuff like the back of his hand and mesmerised him by how quickly he did things. He looked a little lost walking around the place, it didn’t feel like a shop.

Read More Posted Fri Dec 18, 2015 | 259 Words | Tagged story workie

Adam was a banker in central London. He would get the tube like most people, but he would always be rude on the phone shouting on about the loud noise coming from the construction site for Crossrail. Always complaining about something and the builders picked up on it. They were slaving away so that posh twats like him could get to work a little easier. In their fancy office buildings not doing any hard work.

Read More Posted Tue Dec 15, 2015 | 206 Words | Tagged story workie

He bought the hi-viz boiler suit for a dress up costume. It was clean when he bought it. Here you can see him still half in a transition. He was freaked out when he first saw the stains bleed through the fabric. Wondering what they were, but surely it was always like that. The party went well for him, he did come home feeling a little cloudy in his mind but he put that down to the alcohol.

Read More Posted Sun Dec 13, 2015 | 213 Words | Tagged story workie

He had a headache a week ago in his job. He wasn’t enjoying it much, but still it was a job nonetheless. Thankfully in the office someone threw a box of tablets at him realising it was really getting to him. He had looked round to thank whoever it was, but couldn’t see. They looked safe enough so he took two with a glass of water and it started to feel better.

Read More Posted Fri Dec 4, 2015 | 229 Words | Tagged story workie

After working for as a grease monkey for a week his old personality snapped back. He demanded his old clothes back, his old voice back, his old life back. The head mechanic told him only if he could beat him at an arm wrestle. He couldn’t resist getting out of the clothes and managed to loose every single one. Best out of 3? He won none of them. When he is done processing, he would be sure to win.

Read More Posted Fri Dec 4, 2015 | 91 Words | Tagged story workie

He was ecstatic when he had gotten the placement for the trucking company. The nerd loved computing algorithms and loved modes of transport. Granted trains were his favourite, he had a strange love for logistics. He turned up for his first day in a full suit ready to impress them. They had got him sat in front of a machine set up for him and talked him through his “assignment” which was to work on fixing some of the strange bugs they had in their management software.

Read More Posted Fri Nov 13, 2015 | 393 Words | Tagged story hypnosis grease monkey workie

Josh had found himself at the wrong place in the wrong time. The scent of the yard instantly hit him and sent his mind into peaceful bliss. Once the lads found his spaced out on the floor, they got to work on him. Josh’s mind had almost broke entirely. But once he saw their cocks his mind awakened slightly and desired them. He needed them. But something nagged him sligtly.

Read More Posted Sun Nov 8, 2015 | 168 Words | Tagged story workie

He was just walking past the garage he did on his way to work, when this time instead of the friendly smile he got from the mechanics, he felt a punch to his face knocking him out. He awoke in the office chair, feeling his hands died down, and his mouth gagged. He couldn’t even move his chest as it ha been taped down. He could see he wasn’t dressed in the clothes he had went out in the morning.

Read More Posted Mon Oct 19, 2015 | 316 Words | Tagged story workie mechanic

I hated living in a new block of flats. I also had to be directly above builders who would start at 8am until 5pm extending the building for a few more rooms or something. There wasn’t much I could do apart from showing my disappointment in foul faces at them. One morning I did this and I think I pushed my luck, one of the builders who had the largest electric screwdriver I’d ever seen pulled me into the space they were building, punched me in the nose and then spat at me.

Read More Posted Fri Oct 2, 2015 | 337 Words | Tagged story workie