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Her Inner Child (Part 3)
Contains themes of ABDL, Diapers, age regression, and such Wearing a diaper as an adult wasn’t particularly peculiar. Plenty of people wore protection for a variety of reasons. Danielle’s situation was slightly different than what must be the majority of those cases, as she modeled the bulky, sized up baby diaper for herself in the mirror. That said, she’d only found herself in this situation in the first place because of the community she’d discovered online showing her that it wasn’t as peculiar a situation as she might’ve otherwise believed. It felt weird – foreign. It was crinkly and bulky, forcing her legs to spread apart, but it was also soft, almost comforting. She walked around a little bit, exploring the way the diaper clung to her, wrapping around her in a snug embrace. She could see the appeal for sure, but she was a long way from using them for their intended purpose she felt. Dani’s ruminations were interrupted by the sounds of footsteps heading upstairs. Was Rox home?LiteratureWho's Chicken Now?
Contains girl to hen tf Danielle Owens was a pretty girl, all things considered, rocked her own look without shame, had a great pair of friends, and to top it all off, was a skilled witch potent enough to turn mostly anyone into mostly anything. Some people might say the girl had it all, but even a witch was not immune to the social pressures of the tumultuous of life as a woman in her early twenties... even though it felt suspiciously like high school at times. "Hey Dirty Dani!" Especially when there were people like Sophie around. Dani turned towards the jeering high pitched noisemaker and her gaggle of giggling gophers, against her better judgment. Sophie was the prototypical popular girl in the high school they attended years back - fake laugh, fake friends, fake personality... at least as far as Danielle was concerned. The girl's nasally laugh at her barely-a-joke joke was added to by her group of friends in their car, parked on the side of the road, doing what it was that girlsLiteratureAnd a Brand New...
Day 19 of the 25 Days of TF-mas! (Contains girl to car tf) Human anger was a curious thing. It was volatile and variable and wreaked absolute havoc on the minds and bodies of those that experienced it. For an anger like Elliott’s, born from an innumerable series of frustrations and confrontations, it was like a self-powering engine turbine. It churned and roiled under her skin even after the outburst she’d had, causing an itching, coiling discomfort that pressed itself into every available crevice and corner. In self-defense, Elliott’s mind began to shift away from the object of her anger and seek out any and all available distractions. Now that Kat was integrated into Elliott’s mind and body, even it was not immune to the malady of rage. This was not a feeling Kat was used to, as its own experiences with rage were more akin to a wrathful god striking down dissention. This felt much more intimate and personal, and Kat too began to offer up distraction from the clenchingLiteratureShelf Life
Contains compression Tf - squishing, flattening, and such Perfectly pressed business clothes. Perfectly styled brown waves with not a single fly-away. Perfectly 30 minutes early. This was the MO of Roxanne Owens. Some would say she’s a stickler, or a fun-sponge, or more vulgar descriptions about where she may or may not have a stick up. None of these opinions bothered her, focused on her responsibilities as she was. For as long as she could recall, she’d been the grown up, raising and teaching her younger sister Dani the ways of witchcraft while she climbed the corporate ladder as best she could. Her heels clicked across the floor towards the break room to deposit her lunch, some conversation fledgling workers were having quieted as she passed. It wasn’t uncommon, given her position and reputation compared to theirs. Roxanne was no CEO, but she was high enough on the middle management list to have her own office and people that reported directly to her. That, coupled with her ‘no funLiteratureContest Winner Part 1
Contains girl to toy tf "I WON! I WON I WON!" came the excited cries of Roxanne's younger sister as she ran inside from getting the mail for the day. Her already messy brown hair was tussled further in her rush to get the letter she'd been seeking for the past week and a half. Roxanne set her coffee mug down, "That contest you entered?" she guessed "Yes! I won the contest for a new toy design from WizRe Toys! They're inviting me and two friends out to the main offices to see the facilities and see them make the prototype!" Danielle was practically dancing as she spoke, waving the paper with the WizRe letterhead about like a perfect lottery ticket. "I'm proud of you sweetheart," Roxanne smiled, bringing her sister in for a hug, "Be sure to research where you're going, pack accordingly, and call me as soon as you get there, y'hear me?" she asserted. "I will I will," Dani assured, before pulling away and running upstairs, "I've gotta tell Nova and Chloe!" "Heeeeeey!" DanielleLiteratureHer Inner Child (Part 4)
Contains themes of ABDL, Diapers, Age Regression and the like Chloe pulled her blonde hair up into a ponytail while she waited outside the bathroom for Danielle to finish. She supposed she should be more perturbed at the fact that her best friend magically sealed a growing diaper to her butt and is currently wetting it in her bathroom, but honestly it wasn’t the weirdest misadventure she’d had with Dani. She reminisced the time she’d turned her into a cow by mistake, or the time they went to that toy factory, not to mention the stint she spent as a stuffed animal for her birthday… That memory in particular sparked a realization in her. Danielle really was a bit childish. She had frequent emotional outbursts, a very child-like love for magic and stuffed animals, and here she was, pulled into trying out this diaper thing because of a message from someone online talking about their ‘inner child’. Maybe this was good for her. In fact, maybe Dani knew it was good for her but was way tooLiteratureContest Winner Part 2
Contains girl to jack-in-the-box tf, girl to poster tf Chloe was falling - though she had to take a few moments to process this. She was just washing up and now... She let out a prolonged scream as she fell through the dark depths. Suddenly, something loomed into view - a store room, and directly beneath the tube she was falling through was a large, open box. She landed inside with a resounding but muffled *thump* The inside of the box was roomy enough to hold her, and it was heavily cushioned. After confirming she was all in one piece, Chloe pulled herself to stand, finding that she could look over the edge of the box with a decent amount of room - the edges only rose just above her hips - about halfway up her abdomen. She took this moment to look around the storeroom she found herself in now. It was dark - hardly any light emitting from the lights hanging from the ceiling, and it was dusty. The box was the only prominent thing to note, and looking closer, it had a lid. It wasLiteratureAn Elf Shelved
Day 23 of the 25 Days of TF-mas! (contains shrinking and petrification themes) That night, Elliott had a dream. In the dream she bore witness to the entirety of her existence in a series of instances. She watched her birth and her school years. She saw herself deal with grief and triumph. She saw the rejection letters and the confusing alternate routes to success. She saw herself question what it was that she wanted out of life, serving the same ten drinks and three cookies day in and day out. With it all laid out like this - like a timeline of highlights, it came across to her as painfully mediocre. She watched a single disappearance drive her to the brink of obsession, and then everything went dark. When her vision returned to her, Elliott was different. She was detached. Separate. Above. She recalled the life she had watched play back to her, and then began to remember what came before. A vast sea of lives coiling and intersecting into a marvelous if overwhelming tapestry. The - Literature
For the Love of a Sea Lion
By grapehyacinth Don lay on the beach, the midday sun warming his blubbery belly. He swatted away a fly with one of his flippers. This was the life. He was one in a long line of sea lions lying on the glistening sand, and for once, he was accepted as one of the group. Not that there were many social events when one was a sea lion, but life was so comforting, and he had never felt so safe or content as he did now. A seagull landed beside him and he eyed it lazily. Instead of pecking around the sand for food, however, it merely gazed right back at him. “You're not a sea lion!” it suddenly cried. Surprised, he turned towards iLiteratureWhen Dragons Roamed
By grapehyacinth Video games, stories, movies, and art have all used characters based on a mythical dragoness named Cynder. But mythical doesn't always mean fictional. Contrary to stories handed down through the ages, Cynder was not always a dragon. At first, she was a proud young sorceress named Cynthia. The brash and inexperienced girl decided to take on the evil wizard Malefor, who controlled the land. The only way to defeat him would be to use a magic more powerful than his, which would be dragon magic. This, of course, could only be done if one was a dragon. Malefor's oppression had been increasing daily as of late, and the few peoplLiteratureThe Other Side of the Holiday Season
(An Aldous the Angry Wizard Story)Tree TF, Toy Soldier TFBy grapehyacinth Aldous hated the holiday season. To this day, his daughter called him 'Scrooge', although she did understand his sentiments. It wasn't as if he did not like to celebrate, but in this day and age, things had grown so commercial, so out of proportion, it was incredible. When he was a young wizard's apprentice so many years ago, things had been so much simpler. There wasn't so much the holiday parties and the crazy-gift-giving like today. Even now, his wife was out, rushing through the crowds to get last-minute gifts for everyone from the garbage man to the neighbors fiveLiteratureMousing Around (A Mother Nature Story)
by grapehyacinth “There's a mouse in the hall! Kill it, Mr. Robinson!” The social studies teacher delivered a look of searing disapproval at the girl who had run into his classroom. “Why on earth would you kill it, Kara?” “Because...because....it's gross?” she stuttered. There were several screams in the hall, and Josh Robinson stood up from his desk, sighing. “Sit down, Kara, and next time you need the bathroom, don't take a world tour in addition. Now everyone stay here while I save this poor animal. It doesn't want to be in here anymore than you want it to be.” He picked up a cardboarLiteratureThe Family Curse 3 (A Wolf Transformation Story)
Lena's Tale by grapehyacinth ...This is the story of Rachel's mother... Bad eighties music filtered through my open window. My neighbor was blasting the same song for the fiftieth time in a row. “Damn you, Jennifer!” I yelled, getting up and slamming the glass shut. Yet as I sat down at my desk to study for finals, something inside of me made me yearn for the fresh June air. I needed it so badly that I went back and re-opened the pane. “Jennifer, lower your damn music!” I shouted again. I wasn't sure if she did, but the air was so sweet, I finally placed earplugs in my ears so I could continue my work. Then MLiteratureWolf Trip Tours
by grapehyacinth This year it was Cassie's turn to pick the “girls' week out” vacation for her and her three best friends, and she intended to make it the best and most interesting one yet. But time was running out to find one, and another ski trip or river cruise just wouldn't cut it. ...That's when the brochure came in the mail. She didn't remember requesting it, but then again, she had filled out so many of those “send me more information” requests at the back of magazines that she must have unknowingly checked off the box for “Wolf Trip Tours”. So, from what she could glean from the cryptic wordiLiteratureGuidelines for Writing a Fox Serum Story
I've had a couple of people interested in writing stories in the Fox Serum universe, which is great. Just a quick run-down on the basics before you proceed: To denote that your story is part of this 'universe', write "(A Fox Serum Story)" after your title (in parentheses). The Fox Serum is a liquid that is injected into a person, transforming them into whatever DNA is present in that particular serum. For example, in the original story (Fox's Serum), Dr. Adam Fox, the serum's inventor, had fox DNA present in his serum. This first serum caused a metamorphosis that lasted for three years. Then he reverted back to human form. After Dr. FoxLiteratureMaking the Pack
A wolf transformation story by grapehyacinth “How are we going to get them to get this project done? Those three can't even look at each other without arguing, Fay!” exclaimed Tab Watkins, president of Tayco Incorporated. Dr. Fay Burns, company psychologist, smiled. “I know just the thing. A business retreat.” “How the hell with that help?” “Oh, my friend, this won't be just any retreat. Trust me.” “A team-building retreat! 'F' that!” cried Jan Mavis, a forty-five year old executive at the firm. She was perfectly coiffed, dressed, and now quite infuriated. Dr. Burns shuffled
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