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The Box [M|F|mid-20s][masturbation][anal][perhaps some magic]

Katelyn found herself sitting up in her bed and staring at her bedroom closet door. She stashed *the box* atop a few shoe boxes in the back of her closet and she found that she had been thinking about it more and more every time she used it. Her limbs felt heavy. Her bedroom was inked in grey shadow. The light of the streetlamps outside seeped in through her blinds casting faded horizontal slits across her room. She reached over to her bedside table and checked her phone. She stared at the screen, blinking slowly. It was 2:44 in the morning. She let her phone slide from her fingers, and it fell back down the bedside table with a dull thud.

The box in her closet was a plain wooden crate, old, battered, and covered in countless faded shipping stamps. It was, for the most part, an unassuming box. It was the contents of that box that kept her up at night.

Her nightshirt was bundled up, twisted around her waist, and the fabric clung uncomfortably to her skin. Read more »

The Inarguable Benefits of Owning a Clone [M|F|27][Sci-Fi]

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and all characters depicted are over the age of 18.

Readers, conceptually this one is a little weird. I’m still debating if I should write multiple parts to this one. If you have any suggestions; such as sex acts, plot points, and the like, feel free to leave them in the comment section or send me a direct message.

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James felt a trembling in his stomach, the kind of unearthly tremble you get when you’re standing next to the speakers in the middle of a rock concert.

His Other was sitting at the breakfast bar, a quick tight-lipped grin on her face, as she carried on chewing a mouthful of scrambled eggs.

She brushed back a healthy stream of burnished brunette locks from her face, before carefully tugging at the neckline of her borrowed white t-shirt.

It was hard to believe that a few months ago she was still 150 pounds of genetic egg-like ooze herself, incubating in a giant sack in his bathtub. Read more »

Free labor [M|F|20s][Teasing][insinuation of Free-Use][Clothed]

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and all characters depicted are over the age of 18.

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It was the umpteenth time Oliver had climbed the stairs. The image of Norah’s wobbly, clap-able ass hadn’t quite faded from his mind. Watching her lusciously thick booty, half-draped in those pink chiffon short-shorts, bouncing up and down as she climbed the stairs, was the only thing keeping him going. The day was hot and miserable. The midday sun felt like it was three inches from his face and he needed something to distract him from the fact that it was unbearably humid.

He didn’t know Norah, not really. She looked like the kind of girl he would’ve dreamt up if he had fallen asleep scrolling through his old Tumblr feed with Phantogram playing in the background. She was extremely cute, raven-haired with violet streaks, and an ass that inexplicably reminded him of those fluffy Japanese cheesecakes.

She was also a bit plucky and overly familiar despite being a friend of a friend. Hardly the basis of a relationship that warranted free labor. Read more »

A Question of Kink [MF][Oral]

Maddie chewed the top end of her pen as she waited in the conference room. The *Physical Inventory* binder sat askew across her lap unopened for the last ten minutes or so. It was heavy, useless and heavy. *Why the hell wasn’t this automated?* she bemoaned to herself.

Her sullen thoughts of the entire uselessness of their outdated inventory system came to halt when she felt the plastic bit of pen suddenly split between her teeth.

She scoffed, scrunched up her nose, and tossed the pen aside.

She chose the largest conference room, even though there were only supposed to be three of them. She just preferred to have the space. The large table in the center took up most of the floor, but the chairs were comfortable and equipped with casters, and there were multiple power outlets. So, if they decided they were going to build this thing out on some proper spreadsheets, this would be the place to do it.

Maddie and her project-mates were supposed to meet up and conduct the inventory together. Aaron said he was on his way nearly twenty minutes ago, when she first sent out the text message, and to her utter disappointment Caleb hadn’t responded at all. Read more »

Perhaps it’s a curse… (part 4) [M|F][slow burn][body-modification][magic][big ass][anal]

He led her at a hurried pace back through the bookstore and to the back office. Whitney, waved at them as they passed the counter, but he pushed the door open and slipped inside without saying a word. Anya had barely waved back before she followed suit, closing the door behind them.

This was Cassie’s plan… Seduce him and grab whatever magically device he used to change people.

She opened her mouth, closed it, and stared at him. Daniel was staring back, an unflinching but gloomy expression on his face.

“What did you want from me?” Anya asked as she strode forward, her face flushed, *don’t look stare at his crotch* she reminded herself.

“I’m not sure I wanted anything from you,” Daniel shrugged.

“How? I’ve changed so much and you did that, didn’t you?” Anya questioned.

Daniel swallowed hard, “When I found the tablet, I was trying to fix myself. I think it somehow explores my subconscious, or I just don’t know how to use it right.”

“It’s a tablet? Like an iPad?” Read more »

Perhaps it’s a curse… (part 3) [F][slow burn][body-modification][magic][big ass]

She woke up that morning relieved to know her thoughts were relatively clear. She had gone to sleep half-worried that Daniel was going to turn her into some kind of cum-guzzling bimbo. She still felt the hungry neediness in the pit of her stomach, but it wasn’t nearly as devastating present as it had been the day before.

She thought it was a bit like having a pebble in her shoe, she could only ignore it for so long, before something had to be done.

She crawled from her bed and inspected herself in the mirror and decided that perhaps he had left her alone after all. Being nearly constantly horny wasn’t the worst thing. Her pussy was super tight, but that wasn’t necessarily a problem either. While she was concerned at first, she had grown to appreciate her absurdly thick ass. As long as nothing else changed she figured she would be happy enough.

Once she made a trip to the bathroom to relieve her bowels, it became obvious something had changed after all. The experience wasn’t easy to describe. As the waste slid through her rectum at the very edge she was suddenly conscious of a slightly earthy, acrid flavor. The sensation lingered there in the lower bit of her rectum. It didn’t truly go away until after she had showered, and even then it only seemed to slowly dissipate. Read more »

Perhaps it’s a curse… (part 2) [F][slow burn][body-modification][magic][big ass][masturbation]

Anya dreamed again that night. In the dream little cold wisps of dark flame lapped at her skin. She was wrapped in darkness. Her body hummed. A tall dark shadow deeper than the black around her loomed over her body. She could feel its gaze on her. Her breathing was labored. Her muscles tingled, and her nerves twitched. The thing was so close that she could feel its warm breath on her skin. Then her eyes opened.

Sunlight leaked into her bedroom through the gaps in her blinds, covering her bed in thin strips of light.

There was a broad wet stain on her pillow, her chin was wet, but her throat was dry and itchy.

Anya groaned, wiped her chin, and then rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

Her pussy ached. She could feel the telltale tingling of a pending orgasm at the base of her spine. She was so close she felt the pressure of it rippling through her in waves all the way down to her toes and fingertips. Read more »

Perhaps it’s a curse… (part I) [M|F][slow burn][body-modification][magic][big ass]

So, long linear stories aren’t usually my thing, but this is over 13,000 words and figured someone out there may appreciate it. It’s mostly a standard slice-of-life narrative with some sexy but incredibly unrealistic/magical elements peppered in (mostly pertaining to body-modification). I spent a lot of time with the descriptions in this piece and there is quite a bit of dialogue. I’m not super confident most readers here will be into this, but if you are, it’s broken up into about 9 parts.

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Anya had the dream again. This time she didn’t spring from the bed in a panic. She didn’t scream for her roommate. This time she only stared up at her ceiling fan, her eyes unfocused, barely registering its vaguely floral shape, as dim morning light poured in through her bedroom window.

Something was happening. She wasn’t quite sure if it was a malicious *something* yet, but she knew something wasn’t right.

She was clammy with sweat and her tank top clung to her skin. Her limbs felt heavy and her muscles were sore. It happened again she knew. She kicked off her sheets, the chilly morning air gave her a shiver that sent goosebumps across her skin. Read more »

Blessing and Curses (Rough draft) (part I) [M|F][slow burn][mystery][body-modification][magic]

Anya had the dream again. This time she didn’t spring from the bed in a panic. She didn’t scream for her roommate. This time she only stared up at her ceiling fan, her eyes unfocused, barely registering it’s vaguely floral shape, as dim morning light poured in through her bedroom window.

Something was happening. She wasn’t quite sure if it was a malicious *something* yet, but she knew something wasn’t right.

She was clammy with sweat and her tank top clung to her skin. Her limbs felt heavy and muscles were sore. It happened again she knew. She kicked off her sheets, the chilly morning air gave her a shiver that sent goose bumps across her skin.

Anya sighed, and carefully stepped from her bed. The moment she stood up, the new weightiness behind her threatened tip her backwards. She reached back her hands cupping her buttocks. The distance seemed shorter. Her hands seemed smaller. She squeezed and shook one hefty cheek and then the other. One shake of the meaty globes sent a tremor up and down her spine.

Her once loose flannel pajama bottoms felt a good deal tighter than when she went to sleep last night. Read more »