#actor tf

"Proteus Laboratories: A new, brighter future for all!"

An upcoming interactive, choose your own adventure tf story! Hoping to have this released in the next month, it will be available to buy, with a free preview version being released publicly with limited choices. Currently, I have nearly 75 endings planned, and have decided to share one of them here as a teaser! Let me know what you think!

You tick the box labelled “Actor”.

At least… you think you do? But the paper in your hands isn’t some survey, it has lines and stage directions. No, this is clearly a script. At the top of the page, in all capitals, reads “COLE RYDER: LEAD ROLE”. You instinctively start reading it, intrigued.

“INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT”

“[COLE RYDER, 34, all sun leathered skin and predatory grace, buttons his jeans with teeth-gritted frustration. The mirror shows the aftermath of his night - lipstick smeared across his collarbone, fingernail scratches trail down his back. The woman in the crumpled sheets behind him watches him dress with hungry eyes. He doesn’t look at her.]”

A bolt of energy courses through you as you read, finding yourself subconsciously acting out the scene without realising. You mime buttoning your pants, your teeth gritting like Cole’s in the script, you feel the scratches on your back as if they are there for real.

Your body slowly expands as you continue to act out the scene, slowly miming getting dressed like Cole, still tranced and unaware of your actions. Your jaw darkens with stubble and itches as if being kissed by a devoted lover. Your hair thickens, forming a gorgeous mane of sun-bleached brown that perpetually seems tousled by someone’s fingers. You run your tongue over your teeth, feeling one chipped canine - some long-ago brawl you can’t remember, but the phantom pain of which causes your cock to twitch.

The script falls from your broadening fingers, adorned now with a silver skull ring you remember winning in a poker game. Your new body radiates heat like a furnace, as the scent of you - salty sweat, whiskey, cigarette smoke - undulates through the room, filling the space with your commanding presence. Your pupil’s dilate as you observe the room, feeling your vision blur as the room around you shifts into a dressing room, warm and reeking of you. You reach a hand into your pants to tug at your cock, your every movement dripping casual arrogance. You clearly had never been told no twice.

“Fuckkkk” you growled, the vibration of your new baritone voice travelling straight to your groin. The weight between your thighs was different now, heavier, straining against your denim jeans that smelled faintly of someone else’s perfume beneath the unmistakable scent of you.

The script lay at your feet, its pages telling of endless erotic scenes: Cole pinning a lover against a pool table and breeding, Yole driving shirtless while a hitchhiker gave him head in his truck, you emerging from the ocean like some pagan god of misbehaviour. Each imagined scenario causes your body to hum with phantom memories, cementing themself as you rub and stroke your pulsing, attention grabbing cock. You instinctively thrust into your hand as you jerk and remember, biting your lip.

A door slams open. “Mr. Ryder!” a breathless PA calls, not even double taking at the show of horny bliss coming from you, a common sight at this point. “They need you on set - the sex scene is behind schedule.”

Your new smile cuts like a knife as you cum into your jeans and adjust yourself with a rough palm. “Tell ‘em I’m method actin’” you purr, stepping into the blinding lights, the spotlights, right where you belong. The last fragments of your old self dissolve in that light like cigarette ash in the wind.

After all, the camera loves you now. And you intend to give it one hell of a show, Cole.

Tom Hardy

“What the...” Tom Hardy woke up, his hands tied to railings next to him. He looked down and saw he was dressed in just a hospital gown, which had a hole cut out in the crotch area. His cock was standing straight up, precum glistening on the tip. “Yo... can anybody help me?! What the fuck is going on here?!” A light went on in the distance and he heard hurried footsteps come his way. “Yes! Please help me! How did I get here?!” When he looked up above him, he saw a handsome man walking towards him, his speed slowing to a moderate pace. “Oh, you’re awake already! Guess you’re stronger than I thought!” Tom’s eyes widened with the realisation that he just met his captor.

“Ohhh don’t worry. We’ll have fun. Just lay back, relax and don’t fight too much.” Tom wanted to scream but thought better of it. He should just play along and find a moment to escape, maybe knock some teeth out of the guy too. The hospital bed on which he was tied down started rolling down the hall, seemingly doing so on its own, but Tom figured there was some sort of engine at work here. He looked around and through a door that was just closing, he saw a room full of men from various shapes and sizes who were all watching a screen while nude. On the screen was a spiral and the men were all droning “Welcome to the resort, how can I help you?” His captor followed Tom’s gaze and laughed. “Taking in your surroundings eh? Good idea, that might come in handy later.”

Two doors opened automatically as the bed rolled inside. The man disappeared behind them as they closed, but reappeared shortly afterwards behind the glass next to him. Tom noticed that the room was empty apart from him, the bed and something with a sheet over it. “So Tom, are you ready?” Tom smiled and said “Fuck you” before looking up to the ceiling. “Alright, suit yourself!” Tom heard a button being pushed and suddenly it was silent again, apart from his heartbeat. He looked towards the concealed object, which had started to rumble. The sheet was pulled away by some invisible force, startling Tom but revealing the mystery object. It was a container with symbiote.

“Is this a fucking joke? Who put you up to this?” Tom heard a laugh. “Oh no Mr Hardy, it’s fully real. There’s been some trouble lately, and I figured this would be a fun solution. Now the symbiote does not like light much, so...” Suddenly the room was completely dark.

Hisssssss...

Tom realised that the container had just opened and he wanted to brace himself for whatever was going to happen next, but his wrists were pulled back by the tie wraps attached to the bed. "Please, Sir, I beg of you, please just let me go..." Tom shed a tear before feeling something connect to his leg. It was neither on top of him nor inside of him, yet it was both. Tom screamed, startling the symbiote, which responded by gagging Tom. His muffled screams soon made room for frantic attempts to escape.  Suddenly the tie wraps gave way and the hospital bed toppled, sending him rolling over the floor. He had no idea where the symbiote was until he felt something inside of him change. "Hello, Eddie, did you miss me?" The symbiote immediately invaded Tom's mind, shredding apart memories and replacing them with Eddie Brock's life and personality. But there was another influence. Even though he resented that man outside for what he did to him, Tom felt weirdly protective of him. He needed to do as he was told, he followed commands. They were Venom, and they were guardians.

"Hello? Anybody here?" The man looked around the empty store for a sign of life but found nothing. "Anybody? I have this package for a Mr Spiral?" After waiting another minute or two he was about to turn around and leave, but he then noticed a light coming from a staircase. Curiosity took over and he walked down the stairs, package in hand. When he got to the bottom and walked to the light, he found himself in a lab. He kept walking until he finally encountered the origin of the light, and he opened the double doors. He had thought it would have been someone at work in an office or something. What he didn't expect was Tom Hardy perched on the floor with a massive throbbing boner, shooting cum and drooling. The delivery man stumbled backwards and dropped his package, which got Tom's attention. He snapped upwards, saw the frightened guy and immediately started running at him. It was at that point that the delivery guy's flight or fight response kicked in and he shut the doors in his face before running off. Sadly for him, this only enraged Tom.

The delivery man busted through the front doors and looked around for shelter when he heard Tom behind him. He turned around, only to feel a hand around his throat. Tom's body suddenly enveloped in black goo, gaining at least two feet in length. "Intruder."