Too Many Drinks - Part III
Harmony clutched the white cotton panties Sandy had discarded before bathing and placed her free hand on the small of Sandy’s back, guiding her toward Chuck’s room. “Let’s see if we can throw an outfit together that doesn’t make you look like you’re wearing potato sacks,” she teased.
Sandy bit her lower lip as she tautly sauntered to the room she had known as a male, apprehensive towards being seen in public in her new anatomy.
“We’ll start with the panties. I realize they’re tight, but that’s all we have to work with right now, Sandy,” Harmony reminded Chuck of her newly chosen name.
Sandy slotted her petite feet through the apertures of the panties. As she slid them toward her waist, she noticed they slid with less friction, thanks to the smooth nature of her freshly trimmed lower body. The panties slotted tightly around her waist, aggressively wrapping her robust bottom. A
Too Many Drinks: EpilogueToo Many Drinks: Epilogue2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sandy sat cross-legged on the sofa, her bulging stomach straddled between her thighs. A laptop rested precariously on her calves as her large stomach prevented her from placing it closer. Cleavage bounded from her low-cut blue camisole that strained to encompass her pregnant proportions. Black yoga pants clung to her legs as they were the pants she felt most comfortable in these days. She strained to reach the keyboard while typing in a new search query, her arms contorting around her bulbous stomach and enlarged bosom. She was thoroughly annoyed with her huge chest and inflated abdomen, wishing they were less of a hindrance.
She pondered how long it had been since she was able to see her feet while standing upright. She recollected on memories of the sudden obstruction of her view that was her new, large bosom. Over the past eight months, her stomach had expanded, growing with and finally surpassing her ample breasts, now filling much
Too Many Drinks - Part IToo Many Drinks - Part I2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A blurred and painful awakening disrupted Chuck’s dormancy as his eyes slowly focused on his digital alarm clock.
The blinking colon between the hour and the minute counters violently drummed the seconds of his alcohol induced torment. Chuck’s head bellowed upon waves of whiskey infused headache. How had he managed to drink so much?
More importantly, what happened last night? The evening was a muddled conjecture of missed connections and happy accidents. The late hours of a night’s outing at his local pub usually lead to a booze-infused discussion of politics, religion, and sex, soon obliterated by a cleansing alcohol-fueled memory wipe.
Something prolific, a profound moment, had managed to escape the mental gravity well of his binge. A monolith, no... a person had managed to survive in his memories until his awakening.
Suddenly, a tide of recollection swept over his mind.
Chuck cringed at the realiza
Too Many Drinks: PrologueToo Many Drinks: Prologue2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A cold red colon pulsed with each painful digital chirp of the alarm clock. Light began to infiltrate the slowly opening brown eyes of a young woman as she awoke from violent sleep. A petite and feminine hand emerged from underneath the comforter, falling abruptly on the snooze button of the clock radio as the alarm was quelled. Long white-tipped finger nails decorated the hand as it submerged below the bed sheets.
The alarm clock’s agonizing binary tone returned, pulsing in sync with the clock’s red colon heart.
“You’re late! Get up!” said the female voice from outside the room.
The young woman rolled onto her side and silenced the alarm. Sweeping the quilt and sheets away from her body, she twisted to sit upright on the edge of the bed, her feet hovering just above the floor. She stood up and stretched her arms above her head, her petite and perky bosom teasing the fabric of her baggy light blue
A Devil in ParadiseA Devil in Paradise2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sam watched the jagged Miami skyline melt into the horizon as the cruise ship chased the sun towards the Bahamas. He pondered his reasons for agreeing to a seven day single’s cruise as he looked out over the sea, entranced by the seagulls hypnotic soaring.
Sam was a chiseled, hansom man with an insatiable lust for beautiful, athletic women. He had perfected an efficient process of seduction that produced perfect results and no unwanted byproducts. At first, he was in search of love, but he had quickly grown addicted to the fruit of his labor. He was in love with the lustful hunt and capture, his slain prey were merely trophies to be forgotten upon the next challenge.
The ship’s foghorn sounded, reviving Sam from his trance. He looked around the decks of the vessel, scouting for potential targets. The cruise ship was populated by a perfect one-to-one ratio of men and women, but few women were doing much to peak Sam’s interest. Sam decided to find a bar;
Birth of a Weapon - Part IIBirth of a Weapon - Part II1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The earth shook as an unexpectedly womanish shape departed the room, leaving the solid wood door crashing to a close, the walls trembling before the shockwave concussed the dim chamber.
Only the guards frantic movements and calls to his superior could be heard.
Agent Edison Smith’s world was closing in on him, his body failing him as he tried to maintain his grasp of reality. He struggled to maintain control while the wrathful serum coursed through his veins. The pain from the initial injection was beginning to subside, but the chilling serum infiltrated his circulatory system, leaving him hopelessly frozen in a fetal position.
“Sir! Agent Smith!” the guard called. “Get up!” His cries were falling on deaf ears. Smith’s hearing and inner ear functions were shutting down.
Synapses firing at random, Smith was losing command of his body. His muscles twitching, the loss of control began in his pelvis, slow
Birth of a Weapon - Part IBirth of a Weapon - Part I1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
25 December 1969: Cold War Era
President Nixon stood solemnly as he addressed the world with an unprecedented announcement.
“The United States shall renounce the use of lethal biological agents and weapons, and all other methods of biological warfare. The United States will confine its biological research to defensive measures such as immunization and safety measures.”
Nixon’s speech did little to quell the fears of a third war between the world’s superpowers. The biological threat was merely a footnote to the nuclear arsenals of the United States and Russia. The world could not yet comprehend the awesome power and horrific capabilities that lie within the biological warfare arena. The shadow of the nuclear world was the perfect cloak for the further development of biological weapons.
12 June 1987
A man struggled to free himself from the limb restraints wrapped around his extremities; the hospitable bed he was imprisoned in clanged and crea
Birth of a Weapon - Part IIIBirth of a Weapon - Part III11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blackened silence preceded a slow return to consciousness, a prick of blurry light penetrating her eyes. Slowly, her vision recognized two black circles stacked vertically, topped with a small fluorescent yellow tube, the source of the dark black circles lost in the bokeh. She wanted to rub her new eyes into focus, but her movements were restricted, her wrists and ankles tightly bound.
Hours ago, a beige Chevrolet had careened into her front lawn, frantically exited by a buxom blond dressed in tattered military clothing, her unclothed breasts bouncing, swaying, and wobbling with each cantankerous step as she approached.
With what seemed to be the last of her strength, the strange woman threw her arms around Melody, caressing Melody’s lips with a passionate lover’s kiss. She stuttered the words, “I... I love you Melody,” in a thick Russian accent as her body fell limp in Melody’s arms.
Melody considered calling the police, but there wa
Yoga Pants TGYoga Pants TG2 years ago in Settings More Like This
My friends and I walked home from school after yet another day of being pushed around by the popular students. All three of us hated admitting it but we were losers and everyday we suffered because of it.
"Why do people do this?" asked David as we walked down the street.
"It's just the way of life," responded Nathan, "it happens in every school."
"Yeah but why? I just don't understand."
"Who cares?" I said, "The fact is that we are unpopular and there is nothing we can do about it."
We continued walking until David noticed something new along our route. "What's that shop over there, I don't think I've ever seen that before."
"Me neither, " Nathan and I replied in unison.
All three of us crossed the road and entered this new place.
As I walked in the place immediately felt weird to me, as if there was some strange presense filling the room. We started to look around, seeing what kind of stuff this place had. For a new shop we had never seen before it had a pretty thick sheet of dust all
TG Curse 1Chapter 1: Friday the ThirteenthTG Curse 111 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is said that a man's life flashes before his eyes just before he dies. The same is true of a bride just before her wedding. Samantha was learning this, sitting in her private suite wearing that breathtakingly white gown. One by one, each of the events leading up to this moment were flashing before her large, hazel eyes.
Her crying subsided as the memory passed of her first girlfriend dumping her that fateful Friday. Back then she was a fifteen year old boy named Sean. She hadn't been called by that name in so long, it felt like a faint whisper from a distant past. As terrible as that Friday was, it would have been nothing had it not been for the previous Friday- Friday the Thirteenth. She shook her head and clenched her fists. If only I had refused. None of this would have ever happened. It was all Simon's fault. She took a shaky breath and sighed softly. A smile flitted across
The Bitch Seat - TGThe day had started as a typical average day for Joey; he had just gotten his very first motorcycle a few months ago and was busy showing it off to his friend Angie. The bike itself was just your average Harley, but to Joey it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Angie had given him crap about buying a motorcycle, saying that’s usually a mid-life crisis purchase and they're still in their early 20’s.The Bitch Seat - TG2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Both youngsters had dirty blonde hair. Joey kept his kind of long while Angie was sporting a pixie cut. Joey had bright green eyes that Angie always told him girls would kill for, while her eyes were two different colors. Her left eye was a light blue while the right eye was a healthy green. Both of them considered themselves athletic; they worked out enough to stay in shape, but nothing too extreme.
Ever since Joey had bought the motorcycle, Angie had always wanted to take it out for a spin. Of course, that would mean that Joey would ride with her on the passenger seat.
Tomb Raider The Island Idol's CurseLara Croft, the world's most renowned archaeologist, sat on her sofa, drinking a small glass of wine. Just then, her phone began to ring. She picked it up. "Hello?" asked Lara.Tomb Raider The Island Idol's Curse3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Ah, Lara, it's Dr. Joseph Lewellon, the Curator of the London Museum of History." Said the voice at the other end. "I've found out about a fascinating group of artifacts that would be a major boon to our museum. Could you come over to the museum, I'll debrief you fully there."
"I'll be on my way now." Said Lara. "See you soon." She then hung up the phone and went upstairs, exchanging her black dress that she was wearing for her adventuring clothes, a brown tank top and black shorts, followed by grabbing her backpack. Lara then left her house, entering her car and driving to the museum. Lara quickly entered, walking to the Curator's office. She then knocked.
"Come in." said Dr. Joseph Lewellon.
Halloween Tf TG part3I woke up smothered by the comforter of the bed. I looked at the clock. It was noon and I was in my bed at home with my baseball posters and my 32 inch TV to one side. A pile of dirty laundry sat at one end of the room and at the other was my chair that I sat in too do my homework as well as a pile of old homework assignments that got handed back but not thrown away.Halloween Tf TG part34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a knock at the door.
"viennent dans les (come in)" I said in French.
Great am I going to talk in French for the rest of my life?
"Say what" said my sister.
"Come en" I said in my best English.
The door opened and I was shocked at what I saw. My sister had grown into an adult not only that but her whole body was different. She was wearing a turquoise tank top with a cream colored pair of shorts. Notches had been cut in her shorts to allow for her new leg size and her tanktop had a t matching t shirt to cover her belly button. Her body was leaner with less fat and more muscle. Her hair was pink and blue split right
Party Plumpness - TG WGOne of my friends turned off the lights in the room as I started up the movie that I had decided that we would watch. It was my eighteenth birthday and I decided to invite a few friends over to watch a horror film. Everyone in the room was a male, all except for one girl that was brought by one of my friends. I decided to let her join in, because I figured that there would be no harm in letting her watch a movie with us.Party Plumpness - TG WG1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her name was Veronica Ryles, but she preferred to be called Rue. I had actually known her for a long time, but I have never been good friends with her, so we were more acquaintances than anything else. One thing I knew about her, and most everyone else knew about her, was that she was the laughing stock of the school, just because of her weight. She was two hundred fifty pounds of fat, which was hard to laugh at most of the time, but I was usually able to keep my snickers in.
She sat down in the brown, leather chair, her love handles drooping out of her shirt, causing
Halloween Costumes TF TG part1"So, sandy are you going to the party later?" asked Sam, my sister.Halloween Costumes TF TG part14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Nah, Halloween isn't my thing." I replied.
Why does my sister wait until the last two hours before a party starts to invite me to a party? I guess horror movie night is out. Maybe I can turn her down.
"Come on, I'll give you twenty bucks, I even got a costume for you."
"What's the catch?" I didn't really trust my sister all that much she was a con artist when it came to stuff like this.
My sister pouted. "Can't a sister take her own brother to a party? You don't love me anymore." My sister made whimpering noises and acted as if she was crying.
Great now my sister is playing the, I'm a sweet little girl and you're a big meanie routine that always ends up getting me to go.
"Fine, I'll go, but I expect that twenty dollars later."
"Oh I love you" spoke my sister. Then she gave me a big hug and ran off towards her room.
By the time the party was about to start I got into the car and my sister sat behind the wheel and began
Bully tg Chapter 2 (story)Bully tg Chapter 2 (story)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
David took a deep breath and stepped onto the bus. This was the third bus he had gotten on since leaving that afternoon, but this one was different because it would be a six hour ride all the way through the night. He was a little nervous from leaving home, but David knew he couldn't be around Karl now that he was a girl or else he would probably do something he would regret. It was bad enough to be attracted to your own sibling, but it was worse that his personality completely changed. It was almost like Karl died and he was replaced by another person.
David thought back to their hiking trip and that strange cave that they found. The crystal that exploded in his face must have been the cause for the transformation, but it confused him why it affected Karl and not him. He planned to go back to the cave later on to see if he could find any clues, but for now, he just wanted to get away from home to think things over and r
Hot ShotHot Shot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dominic was an ass hole, the town big head. He was the guy you could always rely on to be awful in every situation. Needed a soulless, heartless pig he's your guy. Dominic was a young businessman who's ego is slightly too big for his body. But unlike most people with massive ego's Dominic never get's punished, well, he never GOT punished until that fateful day.
It's a cold winters night in the crowded city and Dominic is walking briskly home after a long three hour board meeting. He walks faster and faster and faster each step closer and closer to home. Then suddenly something blocks his path, a woman, she looks homeless and is begging for money. Dominic quickly brushes her off and carries on walking, but to his surprise the woman is following him, she follows him all the way to his apartment block. When he gets to the door he finally turns to confront her.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want!?"
The woman stares blankly at him and simply asks
"Why didn't you help me?"
Bully tg Chapter 8 (story)Bully tg Chapter 8 (story)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Okay, Alex, let's set some boundaries," David said. Alex and David were sitting on one of the beds in the hotel; Rachel was reading over on the couch.
They had driven for the last six hours and the car was beginning to get really cramped. Rachel couldn't drive and David didn't trust Alex to drive. Also, Alex seemed to have no self control or respect of personal boundaries. No matter what David said for her to do, Alex always found an excuse to either take off her clothes or cuddle. Or both. David found it very difficult to drive under those circumstances. Rachel remained quiet throughout the drive, immersed in her book.
"You can't take off your clothes in front of me or other people."
Alex tilted her head. "Have I not been pleasing to you?" Probably the most offsetting thing about her was her lack of emotion. She spoke in monotone and her expression never changed.
"That's not the issue."
"So, I have been pleasing to you. Wha
On Time - Pregnancy TGJohn’s nose itched; he sniffled a few times, trying to hold it in, and then gave in. The air passed through his nose in a massive sneeze, and he rubbed a finger beneath it. Snot; he should have expected it, really.On Time - Pregnancy TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Making a face, he ran it under the sink, first shivering at the cold, and then grimacing at the heat. It took him a few minutes of adjusting the nozzles to reach something decent, before grabbing the soap. The bubble stickled a little, but the mucus fell from his fingers with relative ease. He shook his fingers a few times to make absolutely sure it was gone, and then gave a sigh of relief.
He hated it when things went wrong. He hated it more when it involved germs, but largely he just didn’t like it when things failed to go according to plans. Things were supposed to work in the proper way; sneezes were supposed to occur when one had handkerchiefs to rub at them – which is why one was always supposed to have a handkerchief. But he didn’t have his
Halloween Tf TG part4I stripped down staring at my own body, studying it.Halloween Tf TG part44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well at least if I'm going to spend my life as a chick, I had better enjoy it. I thought to myself. Man these breasts are heavy.
Walking into my bathroom I grabbed a towel from the cupboard and laid it on the counter for easy reach. Then I stepped into the shower turning on the hot water feeling the water roll down my skin.
The water felt so good, washing away the salt from my tears and getting rid of the sweat from staying in bed so long. I washed myself off and even used some of my sister's fancy shampoo and conditioner.
Stepping out of the shower I dried myself off with the towel rubbing the water out of my hair and all over my body.
Wiping the mirror with my towel I looked at myself again in the mirror.
My face was completely different. I was a woman now and my face matched that description. It looked like I was staring at a different person entirely. I smiled as I usually do and saw myself underneath that smile.
"I am a hot and
Halloween Costumes TF TG part2Finally finished I thought to myself.Halloween Costumes TF TG part24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I took a step back to marvel at my work. One hundred plates, twelve serving plates and I don't know how much silverware cleaned and placed back in the cabinets.
Finally I thought to myself stretching backwards, all the dishes are clean.
I took a step back and found no resistance. I took another step back and still no lurch from my body. Finally I turned around and walked out the door into the dining room.
The party had really livened up. More people had shown up and a loud rock song was booming from the DJ speakers. A lone black woman about my age wearing nothing but a bra and a mini skirt sat up dancing to the music as she ran the speakers near the edge of the room. Another girl sat in the corner wearing a black dress waited on people getting up to serve drinks and sodas to the party goers. Three more girls in maid uniforms rushed around the room cleaning up purposely made messes made by the party goers.
I walked through the room towards the pool
Camera of Change: The Cabin Part 1“Dude, I swear to you this cabin of mine is the tits! It’s belonged to my family for as long as I can remember; besides the office is going to be closed down for the next couple weeks for the holidays,” said Craig, talking to his coworker Alex.Camera of Change: The Cabin Part 111 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I dunno, Craig. I’m not one for the wilderness and the whole outdoors,” Alex replied as he put away some paperwork .
Craig Lann and Alex Ross were coworkers at a local office firm. Craig was the head of their area while Alex had been working there for a few months. The two had hit it off pretty well, slowly becoming good friends, but were still more like acquaintances, which was why Alex was rather iffy on spending a couple weeks in a secluded area with his boss. Craig had described it as this quiet acreage that his family had owned for quite a few generations and with the fall season coming to an end, the trees changing colors was just a beautiful sight.
The company the two were working for, Halbert Enterpri
Teenager 1"Luke come get some breakfast before you leave for school!" Luke's mom yelled to him from downstairs.Teenager 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mom can you please shut your face? Okay thanks," Luke yelled back. "I need quiet while I'm planning my outfit. What am I, a damn barbarian?" he whispered to himself. Luke had been getting ready for school for about 20 minutes now, making sure he looked fresh. He was the coolest kid in school and couldn't show up on the first day of his senior year looking like a vagabond.
Luke had somewhat short blonde curly hair and classic good looks. He was standing in his boxers looking at the clothes he had selected for the day and was about to start getting dressed. He laid before him his favorite green shirt that outlined his muscular body and a pair of flat front khaki shorts.
"Do you see how disrespectful he is Steven?" Luke's mom said to his father back downstairs. "It's getting worse."
"What can we do about it though Molly? It's just a phase. The same kind of behavior we had with our parent
Bully tg Chapter 4 (story)Bully tg Chapter 4 (story)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yes! I win again," Sam said with pride. She looked at David expectantly. David gave her a congratulating smile and Sam beamed.
David and Sam were at Riley's home playing video games. Simon, Riley's dad the landlord, had invited David over after the movie. When Sam had gotten back from work, she came over as well. Riley, who was naturally shy, was very awkward around Sam. David couldn't really blame him; Sam was extremely attractive with a pretty face and large breasts.
Sam was also very good at video games. David assumed that skill carried over from when Sam was a guy. David didn't really know Sam before she transformed, so it was hard to understand what had changed and what hadn't changed with her personality. She did seem to have the same skills and knowledge, as displayed with her work and video games.
"Next game," Riley said determined. He seemed proud that he was good at games and being beat by a shy and somewhat ditzy girl seemed to dent that pride. They played again and Sam dom
The Mansion - TG Part 1It was your stereotypical stormy night and Nathan just happened to be driving down a long stretch of road that was originally blocked off from the public but his GPS said it was a shortcut to where ever his destination. Eventually his car decided it had enough and broke down near the front of what looked to be an abandoned mansion but it was hard to tell due to the weather. There was a little bit of light coming from a few windows but the rain was doing a really good job at drowning it out.The Mansion - TG Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He didn’t make much of an effort to move out of his vehicle so instead he just sat there. While sitting in his vehicle Nathan made a comment about how everything was just setting him up for the usual plot in a horror movie. He was a huge fan of horror movies, to the point where he could tell you what the movie was just by hearing the intro music/sound and the exact time in the movie where the character dies and how it happens.
Eventually the rain let up enough which gave Nathan a golden opport