[C] Futa Infection [Part 1/7(9?)]

[Disclaimer: 7 parts were commissioned, while 9 were planned. Features: Transformation, futanari, femdom, slow burn, facesitting, yuri/lesbian, femdom, and futa on female.]

A normal day, a normal city, a normal life. If anyone were to look down upon this singular event in time, no one would ever have been able to tell that this would be the beginning of a very interesting end of the modern world.

But all good things must come in time.

Our story begins as all good stories do. With an awakening.

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Noelle woke up, feeling like she had just had a very strange dream. She could only recall bits and pieces, mostly like someone had been talking to her, telling her about something. She shook it off, getting up and dressed for the day. Her roommate would already be gone by now, having an earlier shift than she did. So, she’d have the house to herself. So really, she didn’t need to get dressed before heading to the bathroom, she was just going to take her clothes off again anyway, and she was the only one here. But the thought of being caught, being seen naked by her roommate… absolutely not.

Interactive Storywriting Game

Yo! I’m an indie developer and engineer, and I built an interactive storytelling game that can write pretty good erotica:

[https://mytales.io](https://mytales.io/theme/erotica/)

The concept is simple: get ChatGPT to write sexy story openers, fully automatic, and then present the user with an interactive sex story where they can control the direction of the story. You can either edit the opener into one you like more (you can even fully replace it with an entirely new text) or use it as-is – and then tell the AI what generally should happen next. It’s actually ridiculously good at writing hot sex stories, and doesn’t shy away from dirty talk or pretty hardcore stuff. Then if you want to edit what it wrote a bit (by deleting some paragraphs at the end, for example), you have even more control of where it goes next.

Wondering what people here think. Is this cool, or dumb?

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Categorized as Erotica

Jack and Amy work at a summer camp the summer after graduating college. Chapter 9. Amy begins Molly’s anal training. [MFF 19+] [oral] [anal play][brat][first time lesbian]

Late on Sunday afternoon, Amy finally drove back into camp. Molly and I were hanging out, sitting on a picnic table near the parking lot when Amy pulled up. As Amy pulled in, Molly said, “Well, you’re safe now Jack. You’ve got you’re gf to protect you now.”

“Look, Puddles, lose the attitude…” as I hopped off the table to greet Amy.

Molly ran after me, “Did you tell Amy about that? Oh my god Jack, I hate that nickname.”

Amy and I had a long hug and kiss, as she exited the car. Molly was waiting impatiently and finally cleared her throat. Amy stopped kissing me and said, “Hello, Molly, were you good while I was gone?”

Molly hesitated and looked at me, then looked at Amy somewhat defiantly, “I think I was…”

I interrupted her, “She was not. She was an insufferable brat.”

“Jack…shut up. Anyway, Jack was a pretty good boy.” She said that second sentence in her exaggerated, condescending baby voice.

Amy held up the black choker, “Molly, Jack told me all about the weekend. It sounds like you still have quite an attitude there…”

A Taste of You [MF]

We hadn’t seen each other in weeks. I had cum solo a couple times in that period thinking of you. You mentioned you hadn’t at all. That’s impressive for you, your norm is at least twice per day. We agreed to meet up, both of us breaking away from our spouses. Both of us needing the physical touch we’ve been missing. My cock was half hard since the decision to meet up, the suspense and anxiety were eating me up.

You’re coming into town on a Wednesday night, I had already purchased a room at the hotel a little ways from work so there was less chance of running into anyone that may recognize me. We met in the room around 6. I had at least three hours before my absence would be noticed by my spouse. This was more than enough time to have your cum dripping off my chin. To feel your body tense and release all the sexual tension that was built up over he last few weeks. I want to unload every ounce of my married cum deep inside you. You want my cum as deep as possible taking hours to leak out.

[FM] had the hottest sex of my life while ignoring my boyfriend’s texts

had the hottest sex of my life while ignoring my boyfriend’s texts

my bf is very soft, sweet, and sensitive, and we’ve been in a rough patch lately where i eventually broke up (but then got back together) with him because his gentleness annoyed me.

i reconnected with a guy i met earlier this year, who i immediately had sexual chemistry with. everyone could see that we were so attracted to each other and it was hot. my bf noticed and we had a few fights; eventually i cut my friend off to commit to my bf.

he became a plug and i would often go to him, as it was nice to see him and he would give me discounts. about a month ago, i began chatting with him more and soon we were in his room, lights low, getting high, and laying next to each other on his bed. he poked me and tickled me and then kissed me. he stripped me bare and marveled at my body, touching my body up and down with his fingers. he was very very smooth, and he slid his cock in me rather quickly because i got wet pretty fast. he fucked me raw, putting me on multiple surfaces in multiple positions, going so deep into my pussy. it hurt, his cock slamming against my cervix.

Getting Banged By My Co-Worker …At Work

It’s weird how friendship works. What makes two people compatible?  I never could figure out why some people I vibed with, and others I could never really connect to. 

I had been working at the gym for what was probably a little under a year at this point,  when I met a dude named Jack. He was an interesting character for sure. Loved to laugh. And play jokes on people. He was one of our maintenance people. He fixed issues with the building and facilities as well as the equipment.  

I thought Jack was maddeningly attractive. Most people would describe him as very average. He was a bit of a nerd. Very skinny, yet his body was decently toned. His clothes never really seemed to fit him, always hanging just a bit loose. He was about my height at 5’11. But more than anything to me, he was a total goofball. He was so easy to be at ease with. I had also seen him randomly one day showering in the locker room, and I knew he had a big dick…and big balls.

Uncut. 

I [F] 47 showed my ass and pussy to the FedEx driver. AMA!

This happened around Christmas 2021. It is a repost, but I think that it’s a good story so…

He’d been dropping off gifts I’d purchased online every few days and I found him to be quite attractive. He always came by around the same time, give or take 15 minutes. I took a shower and stayed in my towel. I got a bucket of water with a sponge and placed it near our living room couch and turned up the music channel on the TV. When I heard the truck coming around the corner I got on all fours with my ass and pussy facing the big picture window, pretending to scrub a spill off of the couch. I was scrubbing hard as to make a lot of back and forth movement. Oh, and this was my husband’s [M44] idea! He watched him from another window. He walked up, stopped and stared for a few seconds, dropped the shipment, rang the bell and walked back to his truck, looking back over his shoulder a few times before getting in and driving away. I was hoping that when he rang the bell that I’d see him standing there, but I didn’t have the luck this day.

It’s What You Deserve [Gay] [furry] [fanfic]

Yo. I wrote a thing. If you enjoy it, just know that I take commissions. So if you want a story of your own, consider messaging me. I’m absolutely limitless. No topic is too much for me and my keyboard.
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Alright, how much time’s left?…Three and a half hours. Sure. Just half an hour passes after five hours of looking away from it. Fan-fucking-tastic. Ok, you know what? Not that bad. That’s 60 minutes three times and then one half. Each of those 60 minutes is just…uh…15? Yeah, 15 minutes 4 times. And 15 minutes is just 3 minutes 5 times. So in all actuality, I’m waiting 3 minutes…70 times and then my shift’s completely over. And I think one of those three minutes passed just thinking about that. So 69 more to go…heh. Oh, the joys of being bored as all hell. At least one good thing came from school. I can now add a bit of flair to counting down the minutes. Totally worth the 7 hours every day for half my life.

Dinner guest explodes for wife’s ass

The party was winding down, we had some friends over for some food and drink. My wife was smiling and talking with everyone, making sure they had full plates and cups. I did the same, talking to the husbands and friends of friends.

One guy, Jeremy, was an interesting guy. He came with my buddy and his wife because he was vising from out of state. He was in medical sales, and often had to travel but would stay a few nights in towns where he had friends. He and I hit it off, similar sense of humor. We exchanges stories from our youth and college days, travel tales, and the like.

Jeremy has been all over, but loves Latin America and sorta gave me a “wink” as he was referring to having great times with some ladies.

“I’m really into latinas” he said.

I laughed. My wife is Latina so surely she caught his eye then.

People were heading for the doors until it was just me, my wife, and Jeremy. Jeremy chatted as he helped us clean up the place. Around midnight, he got ready to go…

[M]y School Colleague Sally

My confession involves a teacher. A truly hot teacher. She was one of those teachers you always wanted to get when the timetables were handed out at the start of the academic year.

Every boy wanted to be taught by her, because she had a stunning figure. And she wore clothes that showed it off brilliantly. Plus serious heels.

Every girl wanted to be taught by her because she had a figure to die for. And she wore clothes that showed it off brilliantly. Plus a collection of shoes that were all their envy.

Only I was not one of those pupils. I was a colleague of hers.

My confession starts one cold, drab winter’s lunchtime and as luck would have it I was on duty with her. She was in a long black woollen coat, scarf, leather gloves and long, black stiletto-heeled leather boots.

Sharing a duty with – let’s call her Sally – was a dream. Not only was she gorgeous to look at, she was also fun. Up to now our discussions on our weekly playground duty had ranged from marking and problem pupils, to what we watched on television to what we were cooking for supper. We had talked about our other halves – how we met, how long we’d been together; what we liked about them, what annoyed us about them.