Under Elena's Heels by DannysFemdomFables, literature
Literature
Under Elena's Heels
The glow of my laptop was the only light in my room, casting shadows that seemed to dance with each flicker of the screen. I was lost in the endless scroll, the digital world offering a buffet of profiles. That's when Elena's profile caught my eye, a beacon amidst the sea of sameness. Her pictures radiated a confidence that spoke directly to me, her eyes holding a hint of mystery that pulled me in. Elena's allure wasn't defined by conventional standards of beauty; rather, it was the unmistakable confidence she exuded that captivated me. There was a certain depth in her gaze, a complexity that hinted of stories waiting to be told, making her stand out in the world. She wasn't just another profile; she was beckoning me to look beyond the surface. Her profile painted a picture of a woman who lived with passion and purpose. But what truly caught my eye, what made my heart skip a beat, was a photograph of her wearing knee-high boots. It was more than just an image; it was a window into a
So there upon the precipice A forlorn shadow Bereft of natural warmth Yet kindled with a fire unnatural To them that the story knoweth Can but piece the fragments of an epoch. Yet they who dare to grasp within their palm sure knowledge Find themselves strangling thorns. The wayward flock that has been led by malice Can do naught but flail about the truly present madness. Made only so by the Dead architect, Who neither knowing Design or Purpose, Cast the entirety of our species into Darkness, For no better reason than to possess coin and rod. Truly, a man can fault not the desires of our forefathers. To instill order, so that hope blooms. To propose purpose, so that civilizations may prosper. To invoke the yolk, so that progress can be relished. These are worthy goals. Yet how flawed in their execution. For none have, until now, risen to steer the reins to newly fashioned demise; None have dared to cry out: “Look out ahead!” We took our favor in giving thanks to our guiding
Way WAY Too Many Apple Pies by BZ-Fresh, literature
Literature
Way WAY Too Many Apple Pies
The spirit of autumn was in full effect as the Fall Festival lasted well into the evening hours. This was when things really started to pick up. Everywhere one looked, one could see the homemade lamps hanging from the clotheslines on high along all the beaten paths, illuminating the booths and pavilions in an ambiance of natural and artificial light. More guests arrived as the golden sunset took center stage. Every so often, a cool breeze would carry with it scents of lavender, pine, and cinnamon; a seasonal bouquet perpetuated by the merchandise of the many vendors and booth owners present on this festive evening.
*grooooowl*
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Four days ago, I slammed him against the wall pinning him, demanding why. The unanswerable, boding, irritating question word between us for years. Why wouldn't he date me? Why haven't we tried friends with benefits yet? Why has he manipulated and used me for ten years? There was always a why and never a solid answer; only flimsy responses with changing facades. But on this day-four evenings later- I was supposed to pick him up from work and bring him back to my house. Movie marathon and dinner was the plan. Foreboding enveloped me, reluctance of the evening, and doubt he would keep his word. Despite the upbeat hip-hop from my computer while I finished dressing, my memories wandered back to the other evening. /Her hand grabbed his, she called out his nam; both to make him stop. He didn't pull away but barely looked over his shoulder at her. Head hung, however, her hand tightly and firmly gripped his; she asked that looming question: "Why have you treated me like shit all these years?" He turned to face her, "What are you talking about?" Befuddled she stared at him momentarily before explaining her stance. The lack of initiative, the evasive and unresponsiveness to anything concerning them, and his weak excuses for everything. Scowling he remarked, "I didn't realize I was doing all that." "Excuse me!" She jerked her hand out of his, "How would you not know?! I've declared my love to you several times and you've shot me down with flat and flimsy reasons. Yes I've been persistent and clingy but I saw something in you, something positive. From day one I could feel your potential but your hesitancy made me suspicious I should have never tried forming any relationship with you; but that hope and faith I had for you is what made me hold on." Quietly he stared at her with a blank expression. Frustrated she turned to reenter her bedroom, "I don't know what to tell ya." At his monotone she flipped back around, "You never do! For ten years I've dealt with you, been by your side, tried to show you I care by showing interest in your hobbies and life. I've always been sincere..." A brief pause overwhelmed her before she shoved him into the wall behind him. "I know I sound crazy but why can't you make up your mind about me and stick with it? STOP being inconsistent with me!" Her anger and tension boiled over through her eyes. He leveled his gaze on those darkened pupils, he simply stared at her. Further agitation ripped through her as she took a step back. His hand caught her along the jawline, stopping her instantly. Still angry and now confused, she scowled at him until he uttered, 'I'm sorry' in a low yet sincere tone. Flustered, her body relaxed and he pulled her into a hug. Tightly he squeezed her and kissed her on the temple. As he retracted from the hug he moved his cheek closer to hers where his lips brushed the corner of her mouth. Just as he moved in for the kiss she pushed him away. "You should go. I don't want you doing this just to make me happy." She removed herself from his personal space and turned her back on him. He checked his pockets for everything then saw himself out./ Four days ago that is what happened. Today I just finished knitting my shoes and wondered why I texted him to check on him, and then agreed to movie marathon with him. *sigh* I grabbed my wallet and keys, paused in the hallway then pushed myself forward to leave the house. As I got into the car I immediately opened the windows and unlocked my phone to send a message, "Hey omw now. You done?" I plugged in my iPod after starting the engine and chose a playlist as my car idled down. Clicking an alternative indie rhythm I backed out of my driveway. Ten minutes later his text time went off, "Sorry for the late reply. I'll be done in 15-20 minutes." I quickly glanced over the message before replying with Siri: "OK I should be there in twenty minutes that'll give you time to gather yourself." I authorized the message to send; the twenty minutes drive was quiet and uneventful aside from my music playing, and my thoughts whirring. Almost thirty minutes later I pulled into his work parking lot. He was standing by the door vapping. Feeling bad for tardiness I parked at the front of the building. "You're late." He pushed himself off the wall and sauntered toward my car. Before I could say anything, per usual, I sighed internally, "I got caught in traffic." "Uh-huh. Sure." I rolled my eyes, "Don't give me any attitude. At least I showed up." Giving me a somber glance he clearly stated, "I know." Quick retort, "You could be grateful." "Oh?" "Mmhm. Because I'm cooking you dinner." We drove out of the parking lot. "This is true." "Exactly." I knew I hadn't won because.... "But you were still late." "So?" "Well then obviously you're not sincere about feeding me." "Is that so?" He leveled a cocky, mischievous stare at me, "Well like I said, I got caught in traffic." "So you e said." I threw an irritated side glance to him, "What was I supposed to do, bring you food as an apology for being late?" He smirked with a raised eyebrow, "That would've been nice." "Ha!" The exclamation was louder than expected. "Then that would've made me even more late and you would t have wanted dinner." "Who says I want a cooked meal?" He was looking out the window until I turned a bland 'are-you-fucking-kidding-me' look in his direction. He returned with a smug, side turned gaze. "Then why did I come to pick you up?" He shrugged his shoulders still with that smug look, "Because you want to give me a back massage." He gave me a mischievous child smile. I focused on the road ignoring his personal, "I knew you'd say that..." From the corner of my eye I saw him joyfully smirk, "Well you do owe me one." "Yeah, yeah, so I've heard," rolling my eyes again. "Instead I might just tie you up." His eyes got big and round; I smirked from my small victory which he countered: "Well if you're into that." His facial expression recovered to indifference. I pushed his buttons, "Oh yea, of course. I like to tie men up with silk ribbons, binding their wrists and ankles after I strip them slowly." Pausing long enough to gauge his reaction and choosing to speak more sensually, "I take each piece of clothing off one at a time. Making sure to caress their skin as I do. Once they are completely naked I trace their bodies with my fingertips." He was intently listening while continuing to look out the window, and his arm now lay closer to his inner thigh rather than the center console. "I toy with each hollow and crevice in their body, touching them lightly to get them aroused, and once they are fully awakened-" my vocal tone shifted to indifference, "I grab my frayed crop and smack them across the face." My facial expression remained stoic until he looked at me horrified, "You're a weirdo." He shook his head to regain composure. I gigglesnorted at his reaction, "See? You're even laughing about it." Under my breath I quietly snorted again, "I'm laughing at you. At your reaction." He turned to me and playfully smirked. "It was priceless dude," I smirked in return. Still smiling at my oddity he repeated, "You're still a weirdo." I could only shrug in agreement with a smile. The rest of the drive to my house- less than ten minutes- was filled with first silence, again aside from my music, followed by commentary on my music and then a discussion of shared interest and suggestions for both of us to try. As we approached my house I recklessly rolled into the driveway because he had grabbed my iPod and was browsing the playlists while insulting every single title. Of course I was trying to get it back to shut him up.... which I succeeded by skidding in the gravel and he had to inform me of how much I sucked at driving, and was trying to kill him. Finally safely parked and car switched off I smacked his hand which loosened his grip so I could retrieve my device. "Geez, so violent." I only squinted my eyes and stuck out my tongue as retort. Unbuckled with door open I asked if he was coming. I should have known better because I immediately regretted the words as he scoffed with feigned unarousal, "Not after you slapped me." I rubbed my forehead to cover my smile. He stepped out of the front passenger door. I was already down the sidewalk waiting to lock my doors with the key fob. He absently closed my door-to which I armed the locks- while surveying my house and property. I watched him taking everything in and wondered what he was thinking. As if in cue, "This is so quaint." I turned to look at my Robin's Egg cottage-style house with storm grey roof, and open, wrought iron fenced front porch with sliding swing. "Are you saying that's a bad thing or a good thing?" Studying his expression I waited for a response. His face was soft and serene, eyes slowly shifting over everything a second time. "It's so peaceful here. How much land is yours?" As I stepped closer to him I directed his sight with my hand. "You see that fence corner?" My hand was pointed down toward the road in the direction we drove from, he nodded. "Follow the fence to that distant corner in the back of the field straight along behind the small woods, up through that little valley, and up to this corner here by the neighbor's house." We were now facing the neighbors to the right of the driveway with the road behind us. "How much land is that?" "Like the acres? Almost nine; that doesn't include the front, back, and side yards." He gaped at me, "What? Do you live in the city or something?" It really should have been stupid question but this was the second time he'd been to my house, and I'd never been to his. Not to mention the first time he was here the day had turned into dusk, he'd driven himself via GPS, and when he'd left the hour was late. The silence between us lasted for another couple-three minutes. Without warning he faced me, body one-quarter turned, "This is a very nice place you have here." Simply, silently I stared at him. Shifting my eyes away once, to which he stated, "I mean that." Which made me look at him again. Quietly I cleared my throat, "Thank you," before motioning him to follow me. Together we entered the house and he unloaded his small work backpack o my living room futon. In the back spare bedroom I heard my rabbit jumping in his cage. "So, would you like anything to drink while I get dinner started?" My ash brown cat slinked into the room. She'd caught his attention, but she s'ed through my slightly parted ankles- eyeing my friend suspiciously. Bending at the waist I said hello to my loyal feline; she stood on her back paws with her front ones resting on my outer thighs. As she purred I told her to go tell our rabbit hello for me. Before she left she rubbed her forehead against mine and trotted off into the other room. "Good girl," my voice trailed after her. "Is your cat a dog?" My eyes laughed at his remark. With an honest grin, "I bought them both at the same- my rabbit and cat- so they grew up together, and had the exact same training." "Does she actually go check on the rabbit?" "Go look for yourself. Down the hall, room across from mine." He nodded. His footsteps followed my directions and returned a couple moments later. My look was arrogant as he returned. "Yep. She was laying in front of it's cage. Her tail twitching when I approached." I quietly laughed to myself before clarifying to him: "That's because she doesn't like your strangeness near her friend." With a polite smile and a motion of my head I instructed him to tag along to the kitchen. He pulled out a stool from the bar height table. "So..." He waited until I turned to face him, "What about that drink?" Snapping my fingers in remembrance I offered the choices of water, milk, craft beer, natural juice, or pre-made latte. He accepted the latte concoction. After pouring his glass and returning the bottle to the stainless steel fridge, I grabbed the chilled pre-chopped ingredients from the crisper for the meal. He sat sipping his beverage and asked if I needed help. I politely declined. As I pulled out the nonstick skillet to warm on the flat top stove we chatted about what had happened in our lives for the past four days. He was telling me about how work was screwing him over with his paychecks again and that the frustration with his manager was getting unbearable for him. Despite that he can't afford to quit now- even though he doesn't make much- because the army finally called him back about his recruitment. Surprised, I commented my excitement for him and my congratulations for finally making the cut- so to speak. He explained how nervous he was, but he felt this was the best thing for him considering he has always been so indecisive about what to do with his life. His comment made me feel a bit guilty and like he was stabbing at me, /I have frequently told him he needs to get his shit together, but I also know that he realizes on his own how much of a pain in the ass he is with making life choices./ However, I continued to actively listen and not give anything away as to my inner thoughts. Thirty-five minutes went by- while dinner simmered and crackled in the stove- of us just catching up and actually being friends, a situation which happened rarely. I checked the primary dish one more time before turning off the burner and setting the cookware on the faux wood counter top. "Let me get the dishes out. Where are they?" Not about to argue with him, I told him to get into the cabinet in the corner above the microwave. He pulled out two blue flat plates and then rummaged through the drawer below to find two blue handled silverware. "Really like blue don't you?" He remarked with a soft smile. "Heh, yea well, it is one of my favorite colors." His eyes shadowed over as they fell to his feet and shifted uneasily from side to side. Slightly worried I gazed at him, "Are you okay?" With his eyes still on his feet and his voice barely above a whisper, "I never knew that." A cold chill coursed through my chest and clinched around my heart and lungs. /We've known each other this long, ten freaking years, and we don't even know the stupid, silly basics of each other. How have we survived this long? How has a friendship lasted on a connection was always frayed, breaking and bending in impossible shapes and angles... How can two people claim to be interconnected but have never actually connected? Can this even be considered an interpersonal relationship?/ My thoughts were disturbed as I noticed he had placed his hand on my left shoulder. His eyes were still clouded over but they were searching mine. Just as I was about to speak- what I don't know- he quickly closed the distance between us and covered my slightly parted lips with his. The kiss was soft yet sincerely and confidently placed. His hand on my shoulder remained there, he respectfully did not touch me elsewhere. Allowing my eyes to focus I noticed his head was now hung. "What is wrong? Are you okay? You are still acting weird." "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." His words echoed in my head. The same words I had heard for years, but this time they sounded different. "I don't know why... I can't tell you why it took me so long... I just..." Tears actually began to form in his eyes. Instinct told me to gather him up in my arms; as I pulled him into an embrace he tightly wrapped his arms under mine. "What are you talking about?" But instinct tickled my ears. I thought I knew what he was referring to. With his head cradled between my neck and right shoulder he spoke against my skin, "Let me try. Would you allow me to try being your boyfriend?" Shocked I could not speak; frozen I stood in my kitchen with a hot meal waiting on the counter to be eaten, and a broken man slumped in my arms. Ten years screamed through my ears with all its downs and rare ups with this guy; all the tears, all the heartache, and all the self loathing I felt toward myself for believing in something that I never thought would happen. But here I stood, the long awaited moment of our mutual existence in each other's lives, and I did not have a damn thing to say. He felt the reluctance and tension in my body. I felt him start to rise from my shoulder, so I gently pushed him away as he longingly looked for an answer in my eyes, my face, my person. And as I looked back at him with no words in my mouth and memories colliding with our experiences together, I still stood frozen.
The Transformation of Josh into Mega Mom by TheStoryTeller120, literature
Literature
The Transformation of Josh into Mega Mom
Josh sat on a bench in the park, enjoying the tranquility of the afternoon. The sun was warm, and the breeze gentle, a perfect day to relax. Little did he know that his life was about to take a dramatic turn. Without warning, a bolt of lightning crackled through the sky, striking Josh directly. Surprisingly, he felt nothing, and he brushed it off as a strange occurrence. Little did he know, that bolt of lightning would change everything. Weeks passed, and Josh began to notice subtle changes within himself. At first, it was easy to dismiss them as mere quirks of the body. But as time went on, the changes became more pronounced. One day, as he looked in the mirror, he gasped in shock. His features had softened, his body had filled out, and he now bore the appearance of a mature, busty woman with a curvaceous bottom. Confusion and fear gripped him as he tried to comprehend what was happening. As he grappled with his transformation, another revelation struck him. Along with his new
If you know what this page was, and you know who I am, you know something's missing but don't worry, you can still save it. Just please read until the end. I want you to know I had a good time with you, but I need to move on. I'm so tired of wasting my life trying to create such meaningless content like I did. I know I have many followers and I know many of you loved it. I'd considered leaving the content here, but I knew I'd never be able to stop checking. I knew I'd never stop coming back. Something about having 2.9k followers waiting for more was exhilarating. It's an addiction to me, and this is my way of moving on: burning it all to the ground. I've battled myself back and forth for the last five years questioning the morality of my love for feederism. Some of you may have seen my Tumblr where I've been going quite extreme with the writing content there but still I feel that lingering guilt. I keep telling myself I'll stop because deep down I know it isn't right but falling
Queen of the Forest: A Big Belly Packed with Life by Boolossness, literature
Literature
Queen of the Forest: A Big Belly Packed with Life
Sarah was a young fox girl living alone in the forest. She had beautiful long, pink hair that she let flow over her shoulder, the rest was tied up with beautiful jewelry and hairpieces, she spent a long time on it that morning. She was a little over 5 foot, slender, and wore a pink kimono with a skirt that reached just a few inches above her knees. Her appearance was one of a young woman, with pink fox ears, and a pink fox tail peaking out her skirt. “Just this spot, and this spot, aaannd…. there we go! The whole room is cleaned!” Though Sarah lived alone in the middle of the woods, she resided in a large, one story traditional Japanese styled house. She kept good care of it, and just got done cleaning the final room. It was evening, and the sun was going to set in an hour or so. Sarah loved the pretty orange and pink hues of the sky, and went outside ready to watch the sunset. When she stepped outside, she heard a quiet gurgling sound. She put her graceful hand over her tiny belly. “Ooohhh, I was so distracted by cleaning all day, I forgot to eat!” She focused her attention to the sky again before another rumble came from her slender middle. Now she reached her hand up her skirt and onto her belly for better contact. “Oh, Sarah’s poor belly is much too empty, isn’t it?” Sarah often talked in third person. For some reason, it felt natural and cute to her. She continued to rub her belly, gently, very gently and slowly with her soft hands. Sarah then turned her attention towards the large forest beside her house. It was full of tall trees, lush grass, gracious flowing rivers, and, peaking her interest most, animals. Small animals, large animals, flying animals, slithering animals, and only one little fox girl, who was hungry. Though she was a very civil, feminine girl, she was still a fox. Some may even consider her a predator. She loved to eat the meats of different animals, but not in the way most would expect… She starting to skip towards the forest, humming her favorite song she often played on the piano. She trotted far into the forest, until she couldn’t see her house anymore, but she knew the way back. She stood up straight and put her hands on her hips. “Ok, you little animals, where are you?” She saw a small rabbit, nibbling on some flowers near a tree stump. Sarah tip-toed towards it, slowly, slowly, and then… pounce! She flew foward and grabbed with her little hands as it tried to flee. So how would she eat it? Would she bring it back home and cook it? Would she do away with it here, and cut it open to eat the meat? With both hands holding the rabbit, Sarah tilted her head up, opened her mouth, and shoved the little bunny right down her throat. She didn’t even bother to chew. The bunny went down her throat and fell right into her stomach. Sarah fell down to her butt and leaned her back on the tree, rubbing her belly, satisfied. “Oh, you cute little rabbit. Thank you for giving Sarah such a tasty meal!” She felt kicks and squirms in her belly, and she lifted her skirt to her chest for a better look. There was a visible bulge in her stomach, and it was moving slightly. It was obviously the rabbit trying to escape, but Sarah was rubbed her belly in an attempt to calm it down. “Shhhhhh… there there, calm down. You will make me sick… *URP* …oh! Excuse me! Ugh, do you see what you did? How unladylike!” After letting out a large belch and feeling her stomach some more, she put her skirt back down, and stood up, hands on her hips again. “Hmmm, I know you’re out there somewhere, don’t hide!” There were two rattlesnakes her slithering along the riverside, likely partners, that were suddenly lifted into the air by the fox girl’s hands. She put one towards her mouth. The snakes were big, one’s would seem to fill her entire mouth. But Sarah didn’t fear. She put her mouth around the snake’s head, and, not knowing any better, the snakes slithered its way down her throat, and in to her stomach. She did the same with the other. “Mmmmmm-mm! Oh, that hit the spot!” Her belly was now squirming with life, the three animals terrified. Combined with her natural, smaller stature, Sarah’s belly was now noticeably big. You may even mistaken her for being a few months pregnant. She began to kneed her bulge, feeling the movement of the snakes squirming around in her belly and the rabbit hopping. “Oh, just how cute!” But she was not yet satisfied. She was one of the predators of the forest. Though she had no ill intentions, she loved to feast off living animals. She looked for more animals and swallowed them whole. A rat, chipmunk, two squirrels, each meal rested heavy in her belly, which grew ever so slightly with every hunt. A bird, another bunny, a family of mice… Sarah just ate, and ate, and ate. After about half an hour of hunting, she leaned her back on the same tree she started on, standing this time, and she lifted her skirt above her belly once more. It was so packed with life, squirming, kicking, she looked like she burdened with an overdue pregnancy. She loved the feeling, though. Her natural motherly instincts told her to love the life stored in her enormous belly. With every kick and squirm she felt, she couldn't quite encapsulate how cute she thought it was in just words. At first she called them “the animals”, then she called them “her animals”, and now, sometimes, she even referred to them as “her babies”. “Ohhhhhh… oh… yes, babies. Oh, you cute little animals. You’ve made my belly so, so full. I’m… *hic!* ugh… oh… so proud of you!” She kneaded the taut skin over her belly, and with one hand on her stomach, and another supporting her back, she began to wonder home. Her belly was heavy now, and she had to lean back to support the weight in the front. While she waddled home, massaging her oversized belly with her skirt resting on top, tucked under her breasts, she began to sweat. It was such a burden. This weight was a lot for her, and she felt so full. Nothing she couldn’t handle of course, but even she would admit, she was having a tiny bit of trouble handling herself. It wasn’t just the weight, however, it was also the kicking. The kicking and squirming and slithering and hopping, she had a zoo in her belly. She even ate some fish from the pond, and drank additional water so they could still swim around inside her, so that was another thing sloshing her back and forth, making her struggle to keep her balance. Out of breath, she couldn’t wait to get home and admire her huge new belly. She wanted to sit down in her favorite rocking chair and slowly feel over her belly, playing with the animals that satisfied her so. “Foooooo… ugh, oh, this load is heavy for a young girl like me. Ooooooohhh, um, little animals? I think Mommy is going to take a rest for a while, but I’ll make it home in time for sunset, don’t you worry, cuties!” She patted her belly, which was responded with an audible rattle from one of the snakes. Her belly shook. So many animals were clawing at her insides, wondering how to get out. She femininely put her hand on her hip and patted her belly with the other again. “Ah ah ah! Nope! There’s only one way out of Sarah’s belly. You’ll just have to be patient, little ones! Rest calmly inside Mommy’s comfy belly for now…” …yes…only one way out…she almost forgot…. Seeing a large boulder to sit next to and lean back on, Sarah, making an effort not to tumble over with her new load, sat down accordingly. “Oh, I’m pooped.” With the back of her hand placed on her forehead in distress and the other rubbing the top of her belly for a much needed comfort, she only rested for a few minutes before a wonderful sight appeared before her eyes. A stunning baby deer slowly came to the river edge to drink water. It was large. Standing, it would definitely reach up past the hem of Sarah’s skirt… well, if her skirt wasn’t pushed up by a belly overfilled with squirming forest animals. Come to think of it, they were moving around in there awfully fast, faster, and faster, and… *pfpfpBTBTPT!* A loud expel of gas passed through her bowels and out her butt. Sarah put the tips up her fingers up to her mouth in embarrassment… “O-oh! Oh my, excuse me! Ah, just where are my manners?” She patted down hard on her big belly, as if to chastise the animals occupying her round, stretched stomach. But then she was distracted by a realization. (That deer sure looks tasty, doesn’t he?) Except that was the problem. It was a “he”, a male deer. Though a baby still, it already showed signed of small, but strong antlers. They may be sharp, and hurt her belly! Or worse… “Th..that fart, it reminds me that I have to… oh my… I have to poop all this out eventually, don’t I?” Those antlers would be hard to pass on through, wouldn’t they? Not to mention, she was already carrying a load that few full term pregnant women have ever reached. Sarah’s belly was enormous, her skin taut, her kicks harsh and plentiful. Her once slender tummy was now the size of a much overdue twin pregnancy, or maybe even triplets? Regardless, she had no room for more prey, that’s for sure. But Sarah’s mouth watered, the deer was so graceful. She could do it. She was the top predator of the forest! She was Sarah, Sarah the fox girl! The hungry fox girl, hunting her pray, filling her belly to the max to satisfy her hunger. Without a second thought, she leaped forward… ***** Her belly was so swollen. It seemed to reach up and touch the sun. Movement from inside was harsh. It thrashed to and fro, side to side, it gurgled loudly, and now had a popped belly button. And underneath all that, lying in a boulder, was the young fox girl, Sarah. She couldn’t resist. And in her opinion, it was worth it. She was so full! Her longing for satisfaction was no more, her love for her “babies” was greater so, and she truly felt like the Queen of the Forest. Sarah looked like she was pregnant with an adult about her size, and maybe a few full term babies in there too. Her little skirt had no chance of covering up this colossal little girl any more. She kind of liked the breeze. “Hey, little animals, calm down i- *URP* in there. Shhhhh, it’s okay. I feel you in there. You don’t have to kick arou-*hic!* so much… Oh, I would be SUCH a great mother. This belly could hold so many babies! *Sigh*, if only I didn’t live alone in this forest…” Her belly was overall round, but those animals sure weren’t still. Huge bumps would quickly rise and go away again. It was the kicks. It was painful, yes, but Sarah could handle it. Her feminine instincts gave her a good tolerance to life kicking in her belly, though even with that, this was a bit excessive. She would constantly be flung left and right. The strength of so many animals was strong, and now they were all confined to such a small space inside Sarah. Sarah would let out moans and yelps in response to the hyperkinetic movements inside her. Some would find it hard to watch. Her on her back, with a belly much too big, kicking oh so hard and fast. On one occasion, she even let out loud scream (it was the antlers, no doubt). Combining this with how she tightly gripped her gigantic stomach, it looked as if though she were trying to give birth to many, many babies. Or maybe just one, very, very big baby. She would fling her head back, kick her legs around, grit her teeth, groan in pain, she would even try breathing exercises that pregnant woman would do during contractions, which came naturally to her. They just moved around so harshly and violently, and it was so, so big. For the next few hours, she stayed and rubbed her enormous belly. When her hands got tired, she used her tail to rub some. All the while, Sarah was able to calm the animals trapped in her middle. She pretended she was pregnant and she was soothing her many, many babies to sleep, but she knew what was really happening. She was digesting them. The poor little animals, once booming with life inside this new, cramped home, were now being turned into said home’s waste. Her farts became louder and more frequent. She tried to ignore her eventual fate, that this package she cradles in her arms, packed so full and heavy in her giant belly on her lap, she would eventually have to push all out of her butt. But her farts became so loud and powerful, they began to hurt. At this point, there was no more life in her stomach, and the thrill of admiring her new grown belly her gone. She knew it was time, she felt the urge to push. And she knew, this would hurt. ***** TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2
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SUBMISSIVE | Transfem!Reader DOMINANT | N/A END RESULT | Hikaru Hoshina (Star☆Twinkle Pretty Cure!) SIDE-EFFECTS | Age Regression, Augmentation* *(acquisition of superhuman abilities and skills, you're a magical girl now, afterall!) y/n = your name c/n = chosen name (You're transgender, put any female name you want there~) ——— WARNING TO READERS! This TG text has heavy themes of depression, dissociation, gender dysphoria and unhealthy hyperfixations. Read with caution or turn away if you are made uncomfortable by these subjects. MOST OF EVERYTHING FROM HERE UP TO THE TRANSFORMATION IS BASED ON A TRUE STORY. THIS IS VENT ART. ——— "PuriKyua~ PuriKyua~" Those eight rhythmic syllables would ultimately be the ones to change your life. Syllables of a song tied to people who could only be attributed as legendary fighters... ...and you were fascinated with them. It started around 2017, when you were but thirteen years old. Your birthday gift was access to the gateways to worlds unprecedented that were screens, and the Internet itself. To start things fresh, you were given a Netflix account, of course locked to shows for children as to not scar you for life at still an impressionable age. You weren't all that fussed about gender norms, so you didn't care what you consumed even if it was "for girls". In fact, you didn't understand why media, merchandise and even clothing had to be separated by gender. Maybe that opinion is what made you 'different', and what made things difficult to fit in...because you weren't at all attached to the status quo... ...or it could be a case of the old Autistic Spectrum. And yet, while you were browsing Netflix for the first title to celebrate your free reign with...a disgustingly chic yet intriguing label caught your eye... "Glitter Force". "What could THAT mean?" you thought, staring into the title, then you looked over at the girls plastered on its accompanying images. What stunning outfits, adorable faces... They had to be right around your age. Was this the dawn of a fictional crush? Love at first sight? Whatever it was, it seemed fun to watch, and certainly brimming with happiness and latent fun times that would certainly get you out of a depressive episode in the late future. So you began watching this Glitter Force... ...and you were fascinated by it. Who would have known girls could kick this much ass!? The character Emily couldn't believe it herself, and so can't you! You rarely see females taking up the mantle as superheroes in any kind of media! Who cares if you, a male, weren't meant to watch this in the first place!? This was a change of pace that made you feel ultra-happy that such media existed in the first place! You felt right at home watching Glitter Force whenever you could. It was the perfect blend of humour and harrow, Hell, the latter was almost painstakingly dark a couple of times! Your Internet journey was starting off strong, and you were proud to call yourself a Glitter Force fanatic. Until 2019. You're 15 now, and have access to the revolutionary chatroom software, Discord, made specifically for the gaming demographic which you were just starting to welcome yourself into, what with your hyperfixations on phenomenal titles such as Persona 4 Golden. Gushing about Glitter Force that night was both a great idea and a mistake, as it attracted a bit of a mixed crowd. With an air of harsh criticism, you were recommended, or rather directed by a friend towards something similar. Something known as Pretty Cure... ...and you were fascinated by it. This was the original Glitter Force... You were left hanging for years after having finished Glitter Force DokiDoki which had a lot to be desired in itself, so finding out there were a whole twelve other series with the same premise, yet remaining so different and distant from eachother made you feel like your life was beginning to blossom like the cherry trees you adored! You begged to know how to watch full episodes of PreCure, and you were signposted to Crunchyroll...which needed your subscription, and you didn't want to dent your family's finances. Thankfully, there was a solution, and you were able to find a website that freely hosted these episodes...in exchange for your patience and tolerance wearing thin everytime you saw another ad begging for your eyes to be burnt out by somebody's nudes. God, you hated that. You can speak for every weeb you know when you say you hated that. You started with what you heard was the first of the fourteen—Futari wa PreCure, with only two main characters, Nagisa Misumi and Honoka Yukishiro, but the action was threefold more intense than what you've seen in Glitter Force, which you now perceived as Smile PreCure. You felt like you were about to have a heart attack when you saw with your own eyes just how unreasonably and supernaturally strong a Pretty Cure warrior was, and each use of PreCure: Marble Screw was a core memory, one after another. You just had to see more, but you also wanted to keep with the times, viewing a show that was at peak performance and quality for 2019's standards. So, with a smile that you thought could never be broken, you began to watch the currently-airing series at the time; Star☆Twinkle Pretty Cure... ...and you were fascinated by it. At this point, you were fostering a hyperfixation that you would never recover from. You loved this quirky little anthology to infinite hyperdeath. You were excited for every week since you reached the current end with an undying optimism. Star☆Twinkle was your favourite series for a variety of reasons. It brought you a new perception on the girls' ascensions into Pretty Cure, which you once saw as just cute, but now you see them as elegant, engaging, ecstatic...no, cathartic! And the themes of what lies beyond the atmosphere, and the ever-expanding limits of the human mind touched your heart and kindled a new passion in you—astrology, as well as the occasional art, but you sucked at drawing, so you stuck with writing. Yet for those moments, you were almost synonymous with the character Hikaru Hoshina down to her interests...the people of now would say, word-for-word, "wow, she's literally me"... She was every bit of cheerful and enthusiastic as you wanted to be...she gave you that drive, that infinite imagination of what lies among the fire...and you just loved her Cure Star persona. That went for everyone apart of her friend group as well... ... ...a friend group that...you could never hope to have. You were...envious of her. But it didn't stop you from enjoying the show, of course. You've felt this way before though...many times. And you frequently stopped to ponder: "What if I was just like them?" What if you were a Pretty Cure girl? ...or...just...a girl in general? How different would your life be? Would you find friends more frequently? Would your perception on life shift from the dangerously optimistic curiosity it was today? Would you be...happy with yourself? These started as mere shower thoughts...but they grew to plague your mind more and more. It was true: you barely have any friends, both in real life, and on the Internet. You were a league above everyone else because you were gifted in the head, so you didn't fit in as much when in an academic environment. You couldn't hope to, anyway. You're socially anxious. ...you...wanted to be just like Hikaru. No, any girl from any series. This wasn't just envy... ...this was...gender dysphoria. It's 2024 now. You are 19 years old. You branded yourself as transgender male-to-female in 2020, and came out to your family just a year later, which was a rousing success. But it didn't hide the pain. The pain that PreCure brought you every time you looked at them. Wonderful PreCure is now airing, a new series filled with quirky charm and flourishing friendship starring new main girl Komugi Inukai, and her adorable barking made you twitch with psychotic regret as you watched Wonderful's episodes begrudgingly. You've felt this way before. Many. Several. Copious. An unbearable amount of times. "Why can't I be like you!?" Depression and dysphoria is ravaging you, just like the crazed Garugaru you see every week. You think, "I shouldn't have touched PreCure", but if you didn't, how would you have found your first fandom, community and belonging? But you don't belong in this world. You belong with them. The PreCure. But you can't belong in their world. Pressing play on Glitter Force was just the prelude, your slow and unassuming entry into a limbo of longing...endless...relentless lust for the divine power the girls demonstrated, or just a chance to feel human. Excitement to see what happens next is now gluttony for this sensational content, so you could scream their phrases and pretend you were there with the heroines—one of them, giving the spirits of greed or creators of a barren worldwide desert or deniers of aspirations...whatever forces of darkness...your fated wrath. And every time you finished an episode, your mind filled with the desire to commit a heresy against the realistic laws of your world and enter their own by any means necessary. Every single aspect of theirs was an individual finger that made up an iron grip. Their graceful violence, their charm and personality, their cathartic transformations, their alluring designs and the eternal and endless rush of content. The chronic hyperfixation that held you hostage made you perform unfathomable actions or play tricks on yourself to stave off the pain. Role-play and identity fraud, as one of the PreCures on the Internet. Thinking up 'imaginary friends' so you weren't alone. Consuming transgender-transformation content to fuel your desire for escapism. And the worst part is, this kind of content was sometimes ostracized, and the controversies could take you down with them. Every time you opened another story on DeviantArt, it felt like you were committing an irredeemable treachery which would make you look like a parasocial, "fatherless" loser in the face of the real world. Someone will ultimately try to cancel you off the face of the Internet for being so overt about these desires to change as well, which would leave you helpless and alone. It was like you were the main character of the myth of King Sisyphus—resiliently rolling a boulder up a hill of your own mental baggage, destined to speed back down each time you thought you were doing well, until you inevitably cave. In the end...your PreCure journey was one of cathartic agony. You stare out of your window and into the quiet neighbourhood, reflecting on everything that brought you to this point. At least you're taking care of yourself on a physical level, shaving regularly and keeping fit and toned so it can help you for when you go on estrogen one day. Every day feels like the same. Wake up, head to the nursing home to begin your workshift. And when you go home...think...about her. "Kirayaba☆..." you mumble, in tribute to Hikaru, the girl who made you realize. That was her catchphrase, romanized. "I guess I can try again...power of hope, right?" you continue, quoting the title of the third installment to Yes! PreCure 5. You vacate your room, taking a coat in the colours of the Transgender Pride flag so you don't get cold, as well as your phone to use as a makeshift MP3 player. You tap onto YouTube, and start playing the song Color Your Night, from the soundtrack of Persona 3 Reload, which you just started playing on the dawn of February in tandem with Wonderful PreCure. It's a hobby of yours to go out on a walk, no matter the time of day, hoping that you may land in the shoes of a PreCure protagonist. A fairy could hit you right on the forehead, or you could bear witness to a Monster Of The Week terrorizing. ...and by that, it meant maybe finding a friend who has the gall to interact with a shmuck like you or you might run in on some crime. Now if it was the latter, you'd rush in just like the superheroine you've always wanted to be. You're practically a nihilist now, so if you get abducted or killed—"At least it'll be in a blaze of glory." You set out, walking rhythmically to Color Your Night and using the lyrics of Azumi Takahashi when they came on as your voice training. You've been getting good recently. ♪Another wander in the night~ Lemme paint the view~ Colour the town with my light~ For every moment shared with you night and in the day~ You're never fully gone~ Going to be back again~ Until the coming of the dawn~♪ you sang quietly, starting to feel proud of yourself... Genuine pride and happiness for oneself. You only really feel that every couple days. "Damn...that was kinda good...it's not Color Charge, but it's still...kirayaba☆ in my eyes..." you praised yourself, unironically using Hikaru's catchphrase to describe your talent. Maybe you could hit the nearest karaoke and preach how good Persona 3 Reload turned out to be..? You continue to stride to the song's time signature, thinking aloud of how you could make this day better... "PreCure All Stars F? N-No, I need to stop thinking about that. I'm gonna spiral again... M-Maybe...to distract myself, I'll hop on Halo, give myself something else to fixate on...complete a storyline on Legendary, day by day... ...or maybe...I might actually find a real-life friend...some guy'll ask me 'what are you listening to?' and they turn out to be a Persona fan...and maybe! Maybe I'll introduce them to PreC—" Just like Sisyphus' boulder, it rolled back down again to the depths of your hyperfixation. You can never get that out of your head, even after dismissing it once. Your tangent went well too, as you defeatedly proclaim "...new record..." You eventually come to the seaside, your favourite biome and second-favourite place to be, behind your own home, of course. You lean over the guardrail, staring into the sky, flashing golden for only a couple minutes, the sun sinking into its zenith spurring that infinite imagination you got from her. Maybe, once you get home, you'll take to the computer and start writing or at least conceptualizing for something that isn't a fanseries or in any way inspired from PreCure. You begrudgingly felt attuned to your reality you didn't want to be a part of—"might as well embrace instead of trying to escape!" you laugh to yourself... For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you were starting to feel optimistic of the possibility of breaking out of this unhealthy hyperfixation, and no longer clouded by imperfect self-hatred for hopefully a long time... You continue to look into the symbol of the world's light...real light...for minutes...until... "You don't look so good." someone says from beside you, causing you to jump and face their direction. It's a woman, with sprawling pink hair that looks like a bother to take proper care of. Her red eyes are piercing your own, it's like she sees right through you. On top of that, her body is well-engineered...sensual to look at any longer... Cap that off with that stunning black dress, and she looks like she came crawling straight out of one of Japan's televisions... You struggle to get your words together. "I— ee— uh— uhh— I-I'm fine. Trust. I was just...c-clearing my mind—" you stammer, your social anxiety making you try to get out of the conversation as quick as you can instead of trying to keep it going like any sane person would when faced with the person of the opposite gender. "No. I don't believe you, you've clearly got something on your mind. Why else would you come out here just to look at the sun?" she asks you, not buying the oldest trick in the book of the depressed for a millisecond. Flustered further, you think of an excuse. Infinite imagination...maybe... "I-I'm...inspired! Yeah! I'm an up-and-coming writer...aaand I'm...looking for inspiration!" you reply, while trying to keep your focus on her eyes and not her figure. It's not every day you meet a total charmer of a real woman, not just in anime, so your knowledge of social tact is not the best. "Aahhh, I see~ Writing wouldn't happen to be what makes you feel...happy, correct?" she adds on her interested remark, asking if you feel happy with yourself. Aside from the constant nagging fear of the allegations, you feel pretty content with the light side of your life, so you reply with a hearty "Totally!" "Mmh...taking up a career in writing...I can only hope you'll come up with works that shine like a star...you'll need this then! A bit of style to go with your substance!" she compliments before handing you something. It's a pen, as you can see, so you quickly correct her before you register what that pen looks like. "N-No, I write on the com...pu..." Your words shatter as you look at what she handed you. This isn't just a pen. A pink base, with a sparkly feather at its end, small stars embedded into the ruffles...and a spiralling white point...a star with wings where the feather emerges...this... This is a one-to-one replica of Hikaru Hoshina's Star Colour Pen!? "Wha—I—a-a-a real Star Colour Pen!? Where'd you get PreCure merch in the United Kingdom!?" you beam, shaking with happiness that no average birthday or Christmas gift could possibly hand you. "A woman has her ways. I can tell you want this in your life, don't you? You'll want this so it doesn't run out." To make matters better, she goes to greater lengths and gives you a replica of the Star Colour Pendant. You can hear the ink coalescing inside. You can't say a thing except two words, only shake with enjoyment and exclaim "TH-THANK YOU!?" The woman giggles, pleased with herself...you snap back in response, taking your chance before it flees! "P-Please! Tell me who you are, I'm sorry if I seem like a creep, b-but you could be my first...REAL friend who reciprocates with me..." you beg and plead, not at all trying to sound like a total incel. For a moment, she ponders before complying. "I'm Yuri. Sure. We can be friends. Contact info?" she says almost nonchalantly. First of all, that's a lovely name... Second of all, ALREADY!? "Uhh...l-let me just...write it down...m-me, I'm...y/n— No, no...I'm...uh...c/n..." You correct yourself, trying to heighten your voice to give Yuri the picture while you write down your phone number on the little notepad you brought with you, as well as a little note alongside that. You rip out the paper... You look in awe at the Pen's ink, it's in perfect quality, shining like the stars it symbolized. Yuri asks you as you give her your number... "'btw im trans'...hahaha! I could tell! Well, c/n, hope you have a good rest of the day...it has to be, since you're such a good girl~" You smile, eyes closed and body tensing up...you've recieved gender euphoria...and on top of that, your first real life friend. "You need to leave?" you ask Yuri, and she nods in reply. "O-Okay! Bye, then! And...thank you so much!!" you give her your regards as you see her leave. You go your separate way as well, resuming Color Your Night as you head back home...in the tens of minutes between the beach and your house, you were holding in raw, unfiltered catharsis, and you just had to let it out once you were back in your walls. That you did. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!! I-I-I met a friend today...she's really cute...I-I might be lesbian..!? She gave me encouragement...she gave me PRECURE MERCH!! How did she even get it!? eBay!? I-I don't even know, but I'm feeling so...so...KIRAYABAAA~☆!" You were filled with so much happiness and cheer that rivalled even Miyuki Hoshizora's, the symbol of your first contact. You rushed into your room, fully aware of the time of day now. It's now night-time, but like that was going to stop your greatest high since 2017! So, you poured it all into your computer until you felt tired, venting all of your ultra-happiness onto your new toys... "The twinkling stars...shining throughout the universe! KYUAA STAR~!!" you shouted, raising your new Pen to the ceiling and indulging in the imagination you enveloped yourself in when using the Internet...and the Star Color Pen beginning to shine just a little, almost as if reacting to it. Your light was off and your computer screen was on low brightness... "This thing lights up too..? This really does feel like the real thing..." you commented, awestruck... "Is it...voice-activated..? A voice-activated nightlight...no music's coming from it, so I guess that's all it is...a pen that doubles as a nightlight." you set it on your desk and resumed use of your computer... ...the hours passed... ...and you were getting tired very fast, almost unnaturally so. You must have tired yourself out with all of that positive venting... ...you shut off your computer, and set the still-lit Star Colour Pen on your bedside table...ending your kirayaba☆ day with a peaceful sleep... ...and as you drifted, the Pen began to shine brighter...gauging your dream...and it would be the one to draw it to life...with it in your hands~ ————— YOUR HENSHIN~! The light behind your eyes is different, so much so that it wakes you up prematurely. You open your eyes to find yourself in a glittering pocket dimension, no sense of space around you...the pink expanse seems to stretch on for lightyears. You try to move, but...you can't. You're suspended in the air...the only movement you're making being your heart racing from the shock and...your hand...twirling that pen around above your head? You're not doing that...are you? Your body is acting without thinking..! "Star Colour Pendant~!" you were forced to say, on complete impulse! You didn't even notice your voice was starkly different than how it was, now sounding exactly like the 'engrish' you'd hear from Hikaru's voice actress. Instinctively, you plunge your pen into the aforementioned pendant, which inexplicably lays around your neck, despite you having sworn you put that pendant on your bedside table! As you hear it click into place, it shines in several shades as if a mechanism were activated by the pen's presence... You're so tired, yet for a moment, you manage to snap out of it, protesting to whatever kind of unseen forces may be puppeting you. You scream into the space, taking out your thoughts on the litter of glitter around you. "Nngahh..! What am I doing!? Wh-What did I just say!? Where AM I!? O-OK, calm down, c/n, you're clearly dreaming...you'll...wake up soon enough. But...where even is this..!? This echoing music...a-and my voice...kind of reminds me of—" You enter a cold sweat as you start to feel your autonomy being leeched away from you once more. "Aaah!..can't think straight...can't...c-c-caahh..." You helplessly say before your expression is forced into a cheerful smile, and you shout viscerally— "...Colour Charge~!!" —as you wrench the pen back out, its tip covered in a shining energy that erupts freely, coalescing into the shape of a five-point star in front of you. Your vision is obscured by a white light, a storm of stars surrounding you with their warmth and propelling you higher into this dimension. Another series of impulses rush through your body, tempting your hand to push the tip of your pen against the pendant, and as it glows again, you're compelled to show the space your voice... ...you want...to perform...~ You want to sing your adorable voice dry! Sing with maximum heart!! You can't resist! Your lips part involuntarily as your first verse comes out of you~ ♪Kirameku~ Hoshi no chikara de~ Akogare no~ Watashi egaku yo~♪ you sang loudly, without any thinking done on your own...you don't believe what's happening at all. This has to be reverie...your body dancing in tune with the song it produces, the song you've adored for years, in perfect Japanese and all...fluffy bands materializing around your wrists as your hands and arms constrict themselves into deft and dainty limbs attuned to drawing until they throb... ...you're doing what the song entails... ...you're drawing the you you've always dreamed of... ...you're undergoing Hikaru's magical ascension into Cure Star!! ♪Tuinkuru~ Tuinkuru PuriKyua~ You repeat that verse three times over all while your body continues to dance on its own. Standing tall for just a moment until your now-feminine feet become encased in high-heeled boots, and the adjacent legs losing all their hair and unnecessary flesh. The magic puts your new feet to good use, as you feel yourself becoming more and more acrobatic, unreasonably so, as you jump from star to star while maintaining your sensational dance! With your pen in hand, you perform a graceful twirl that lets its energy loose in a sine wave around you. It then closes in, immediately upgrading your translucent dress into Cure Star's trademark attire! One of your legs feel a bit more comfy in its thigh-high stocking as well~ The addition of her dress caused quite the chain reaction in your body too, your sides and back pinching into slim curves, while your hips and rear jut out just a little, not to mention the push of your breast buds already feeling apparent against the dress's inside. Your hand moves the pen up to your face, tapping it against your ears to give them some stellar jewellry, while your hair suddenly bursts into the style of tantalizing twintails of razzmatazz colouration, reaching down to your hips! You cannot resist smiling. Literally. You don't want this to end, but you know how these sequences go. You tap your pen against the Star Colour Pendant as it assimilates itself into your outfit, and as you belt out the last verse, the background enters the same colour as your hair as stars and sparks burst out below you! ♪Sutaa☆Tuinkuruuu~ ♪Sutaa☆Tuinkuru PuriKyuaaa~ aaaah~! The song...your song...reaches its crescendo...the kind of warmth and joy rushing through your veins is unreal...a surge of endorphins, serotonin and...estrogen...that means...you're...female. You feel yourself finally come into contact with solid ground as your Star Colour Pen slips itself into a pouch on your dress. You feel the impulses flood your limbs again. Those sweet, warm, magical impulses, like puppetstrings comfortably embracing your wrists, ankles and back... You feel your mouth forced to speak once more, as you give your introduction, holding your hands out to the stars and leaning back to accentuate your hairstyle and your budding curves...and then reaching your hand up high as particles and symbols explode behind you! "宇宙に輝...くキラキラ星! キュアスター~!" {The twinkling star...shining throughout the universe! Cure Star~!} You announce yourself, not as y/n, but Cure Star, your idol, your inspiration...you don't want it to stop, the transformation felt so good, you just don't want it to end...but alas...you feel yourself returning to sleep as the space darkens and your eyes close... This can't be happening... ...I'm returning to reality... ...please...don't leave me back there... I don't want to go back...I want to stay here! Stay like this! I'm happy like this!! Please! I want to be a PreCure!! ————— THE AFTERMATH "I WANT TO BE A PRECURE!!!" you called out, unaware, as you were shut out of your dream. Any chance of genuine euphoria now stopped in their tracks, the sight of that surreal twilight—the threshold between happiness and despair, now closed. Your body shook with the inability to process, or accept, having something that felt so real stripped from you. You were about to cry, hanging your head low until you realized— ...the sounds of your sighs and sobs... ...your hair effortlessly brushing up against your bed's headboard... ...how different your clothes felt...how they looked... "...w-wait a minute..." you pondered, your eyes widening in shock when you heard... "...m-my...voice..! I-It's..!" you noticed...rushing out of your bed and into the bathroom. You felt your hair softly colliding with walls, doors and objects, and the skirt of your new clothing bouncing as you took sporadic steps, and when you found your mirror, the figure staring back at you was no longer your toned yet unremarkable self but... "Cure...Star...i-it was real!? I'M CURE STAR!?" you exclaimed after checking yourself out. You could've sworn it was the usual phantom sensation and auditory hallucination, but...it's true: you're an exact replica of Cure Star...it's like Pretty Cure and Super Sentai had just switched places...as if you were a woman cosplaying her! No, not that, you may be female...but you're not a woman...your figure is surprisingly youthful, and less mature! You've returned to the age of fourteen! You're the real, actual, bonafide Cure Star! "This...th-th-this...this is... ...K-KIRAYAB—" You were about to jump for joy, and the moment your feet left the ground, it was like you were launched out of a cannon. You sped up to the ceiling in a flash, your head making a crack in its material as you reacted, seething in pain... "—AAAaanngh..! Owie...wh-what was that..." You look up, holding your head on the point of impact, seeing the crack you just made. "D-Did...I do that..? I-I didn't know I could jump that high...or maybe...maybe it's cus I'm a PreCure now! A REAL...PRECURE!!" your astonishment became excitement in a matter of minutes, your personality and outlook matching with the traditional cheeriness of the average Pretty Cure leader. "And...a-and on top of that..." you commented further, with bated breath, sliding your hand between your legs. ... Nothing. All you felt was the fabric of your PreCure outfit. You've done it. You've transitioned. There's no way you can't see if this is a dream, because it isn't. You felt pain just a few seconds ago. You're the you you've always dreamed of. "Wait...w-was it that Star Colour Pen toy!? That...actually changed me!? Th-There...there's no way—" you theorized, before grappling with the fact that 'logic', as a concept, didn't really exist anymore. You're a magical girl, once an unremarkable man. You're the living bane of logic. Whatever it was could've changed you, which you swore to yourself was the Pen and its Pendant, you knew you had to thank the woman who gave you those trinkets. You had to find Yuri again, and thank her from the bottom of your sweet heart. She never gave you her number, so you had to look around for her, hopefully in the same place you found her...but... "W-Wait! I can't go out like this..! Th-They don't have cosplayers...a-and idols around every corner of the UK..!" you realized, knowing you would stand out among everyone else as Cure Star... ...now that isn't the social interaction you want! But however you want to find Yuri, you might as well have some fun as Cure Star first! "...if I'm a PreCure now...I should be able to..!" you say to yourself, opening your bathroom window as wide as it can possibly go. With relative ease and athleticism, you perched yourself on the windowsill and then... ...with closed eyes and high hopes, you jumped out of your window with all your strength... You can feel the wind rushing through your ears and hair. You're breathing the freshest air you've ever respired. You open your eyes. You're kilometers above the ground. You can see your entire town from this height. Exhiliration rushes through you, just like how you felt when transforming for the first time. You felt like you could reach up high and touch the stars...you are touching the sky... "Eeeeeeeeeee~!! I knew it! I thought so!! I'm a real PreCure! And that means I can jump reeeally high and experience the exhiliration they did...~" you exclaimed, filled with a luxurious sense that could only be described as... ...freedom. You're free from the expectations and stereotypes of Man... Free from the endless envy... Free from the curse of being a part of the powerless, crime-committing, war-mongering Humanity itself. Because now, you're one of them. You feel like you have ascended to Heaven....reached Nirvana...whispered to Allah on the top of the mountain... You've escaped your reality. ...although there is one thing you won't escape. "Oh, right. Gravity." Earth demands your presence and pulls you back down to it, but even succumbing to its pull is an adventure in and of itself—like you were rushing down the world's longest slide... ...while the sky may not be your domain forever, unlike a certain Sora's, you'll cherish the first of many memories as a real Pretty Cure. You move yourself towards the roof of a tall nearby building... ...and instead of a bloody crash, you return to solid ground with a dainty, graceful and most of all, painless landing. You take a wide stance to relieve yourself of the tension, exclaiming with a twirl: "Kirayaba~☆" You immediately tense up again, unable to contain the excitement of the moment. Like Manatsu, you're brimming with motivation. You want to experience everything important to you at this moment in time...which was everything that entailed being a Pretty Cure. Fighting evil, while looking as cute as you can...and maybe even doing girly things in general! Shopping sprees, makeup sessions, girl talk...if you found a way to de-transform into just Hikaru, you could start your entire life over! You overlook the rest of the town from the roof. Looking down, you can see that there are not many people. It is the early morning afterall...so with no-one to stop you, you parkour from roof to roof, until you reach the part of the beach where you met up with Yuri. And in fact... ...you can see her, right there. Same place, as if she too were reminiscing that magical moment. And now...so were you. Just one day ago, you were doubting the loosening of your hyperfixation until you met Yuri. And throughout the entire year, and those before, you were in the worst moments of your life...hard times, relentless depression, despair and dysphoria...but now, you're a free child again! In fact, you're thinking right now if Yuri might take you in as her foster daughter... The boulder you were rolling for eternity—the impossibly heavy boulder that was the mere concept of 'becoming a Pretty Cure' has finally reached the top of the hill. You can finally imagine yourself happy. As you descend from the building, calling Yuri's name with earnest, you think of the infinite colourful possibilities of what might happen. They're filling you with a joy that can only be described as kirayaba☆. Whatever awaits you in your next life, you're ready for it. Afterall, you are a Pretty Cure. A superheroine, a tried-and-true emissary of light... ...and you were fascinated by it. —————————— This story is dedicated to Starmaker/Mimileaks, for introducing me to Pretty Cure, and being one of my only friends I could possibly reciprocate with from that standpoint. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you. That goes for my watchers aswell. Thank you for listening to my story. I hope it was worth the wait.
Tomboy Transformation by Expandingstories, literature
Literature
Tomboy Transformation
Tomboy Transformation Tommy and Sadie had been best friends since childhood, they grew up next door to each other and were inseparable. As they grew up their interests changed, Tommy was a bit of a dork who played D&D and Sadie got into sports, becoming a decent field hockey player, despite this they remained best friends. They had both graduated last year and went to separate colleges, Sadie had an athletic scholarship to one of the best universities in the state while Tommy stayed at home to go to trade school at a local community college. The friends still hung out almost every weekend when Sadie came home to do laundry at sneak food from her parent’s house. Sadie had just come home for a long weekend, and it just so happened that today was Tommy’s 19th birthday. Most of his few friends had gone to colleges far away and he just got back from a Magic the Gathering tournament at the local card shop when Sadie texted him. Sadie: Hey, happy birthday! Got anything planned
Martin Hanson sat back in his deck chair and stared at the swimming pool in front of him, though he had no intention of climbing into it at the moment, even if he was wearing his swum trunks. Instead, he looked into the water and wished that he was at the beach instead, or just about anywhere else. At sixteen years old, Martin had his license and was old enough to make his own vacation plans, or at least, he thought he was. His parents, however, disagreed. As a result, he was forced to come along on the family vacation. The family vacation, which was at the exact same location every year, on the first week of August. They’d come to this place every year, like clockwork, for the last twelve years, ever since his dad had bought the time share condo. Martin smiled faintly, remembering that at one time, he’d looked forward to coming here. At one time, this place had been a lot of fun. However, that had been a long time ago. Now, it was boring, just like his family and life. “I
Patient 073: David Cutter (Diana) Current experiment: none Caucasian Male, transitioning to female Weight: 180 lbs Height: 6'2" Hair: Red Eyes: Green Age: 27 Potential experiments: Dryad Hidden desire: To "procreate" themselves Major turn on: breeding fetish, wants to produce something Enrollment status: enrolled for a masters in biology. Full ride, student job tending gardens. Notes: in a rare case, this student came to me. They have seen my other experiments around campus and said they were willing to undergo any experiments I wished as long as I also provided them gender confirmation procedures as well. After informing them that is already something covered by the campus for free, they still wished to volunteer saying "I've seen how many women you turn into breeders, and I want something like that, I want to be pregnant, or something like that. You'd find a way" so I took the challenge. It had been a semester and a half since my gender confirmation procedures were finished. Morgana said I needed to have that time to appreciate my body before she changed it even more. I truly did. Morgana had made me shapely without a single implant. An hourglass body, I showed off in bright beautiful sundresses covered in freckles. I was tan from spending most of my hours working the gardens, my happy place. High heels clacking on the stones told me of Morganas approach. She had no trouble on the cobblestone paths, and even her white latex uniform was as pristine as ever. I stood and smiled at the woman. She literally stopped to smell my roses. The black ones she had specifically asked about. "They smell wonderful" a genuine smile on her face. As she produced a pair of vials I felt a deep excitement grow. She was ready to do some drastic experiment on me, one I had asked for. She also produced a metallic device that looked like a scarab in the other hand. "First things first, turn around, lift your hair" I did as commanded and was rewarded with pain at the base of my neck. I let out a little yelp, enjoying just how feminine it sounded. The vials were pressed against my scarab, then I felt my blood run hot as the concoction spread through me. Radiating from my neck, my skin began to turn a pale green. I held my hands up, watching as despite the change my freckles still stayed, just as darker green spots. Without thinking I removed my shoes, the soil felt wonderful beneath my feet. The sun on my skin felt like an energy drink. I felt the cool water rush over me as Morgana started to spray me with a hose. My skin was absorbing it, it tasted delicious. Suddenly my sun dress felt like an encumbrance. After removing it, feeling the sun on my whole body, the water, it all just felt right. Another vial was placed at my neck, this one caused a warmth in my abdomen. I watched as my body shifted even more. Moving from an athletic hourglass to a shapely, plump, motherly body. My breasts ballooned and felt hot, a bit of pudge around my middle, wider hips. Another vial "an accelerate" Morgana said. My stomach, my womb, started to grow tight and round. As I cautiously placed a hand on it, on me, I felt myself growing. It was a bliss I never thought I'd know. Hot tears of joy dropped from my eyes as the expanse stopped. Morgana placed a hand on me, my stomach, dropping the hose at my feet. "It's a watermelon. You can decide when you drop it, and how big you can get" she looked me in the eyes and simply said "concentrate". So, I did. Bigger, I simply thought hard about being bigger. The water at my feet, I was drinking it through my skin. I could feel my body taking it in, shifting the water, the sun, and turning it into nutrients. Slowly, the weight in my womb grew. Larger and larger, I felt the stream of water at my feet, it wasn't enough. I willed the thing to me, and before I knew it what felt like another limb grasped the hose. It was a vine stretching from my lower back. Without thinking, I shoved the hose end up my ass. With the tap directly in me, I could will the watermelon even bigger. I half expected Morgana to stop me, she simply watched with glee as my stomach grew beyond what should be possible. The weight was too much, my knees buckled and fell into the soil. My stomach, bigger than a yoga ball and still growing sat between my knees. "Think about release now" the order shifting my brain. How was I going to release this, do I try and birth it? It might be too much. Then half instinct, half idea, my stomach began to open like a Venus fly trap. The massive watermelon was deposited onto the ground, then the fly trap closed. "Careful with that one, not only can it release your womb, or can catch for your stomach" the idea sending a shiver down my spine. Morgana handed me a pamphlet, then left. Opening it I realized it went over what my new body could do. Patient 073: Diana Cutter Current experiment: Dryad Caucasian female Weight: 323 lbs without a fruit Height: 6'6" Notes: Subject has taken to her new form well. Two unforseen effects have caused the subject to balloon in weight. Her fat cells double as chlorophyll, and the more surface area she has the more energy she can take in, resulting in larger and sweeter fruit. Along with that, the more mass she has, the more vines she can make. Because of the patients desire to make larger and sweeter fruit they have been actively trying to gain weight. They are both more and less sedentary at the same time now. Their primary body now sets in a greenhouse at the center of the gardens, with their vines reaching out to tend to the gardens. The hose end had been replaced with a butt plug that sat permanently in place now. Bent forward over a stomach full of the largest pumpkin I've built yet gave Mark prefect access to my pussy. Mark was tall, but still shorter than me, Mexican and well built with short cropped black hair and brown eyes. My fat ass clapped as he fucked me. He was one of the gardeners, a pollination expert, and since I could take care of the grounds as a whole on my own, that left Mark and Lisa to take care of me. Lisa was hand feeding me handmade cupcakes. The botanist was short and thick with dark skin. Her fat showing off a love of baking with no one else but herself to enjoy it. Apparently she had been a closeted feeder and having someone wanting to get fat off her cooking had awoken something in her. Mark shouted with ecstacy as one of my vines eased into his ass to massage his prostate. He practically exploded into me, my vines didn't let him go, insted the one in his prostate released a form of natural viagra as well as an energy booster. I could keep him fucking me for hours. We loved it, taking a deep breath before starting to drive at me once again. Lisa was writhing in front of me, one of my vines had wriggled its way into her pussy, which only seemed to make her shove food into me at a faster rate. Getting every one of my holes filled, again and again, it was a deep pleasure I'd never thought I'd get to experience. We had found out I had a rather rapid digestive system and could be nearly constantly fed. The one time Lisa had actually maxed my capacity involved shoving a second hose in my mouth at full blast. While it had filled me, it barely added any weight. Now she'd finish off about every feeding shoving a hose in my face purely because she loved the sort of double belly I'd get, a higher one full of food and water, a lower one with some giant fruit or vegetable. Afterward when I dropped the plant I'd also still have this cute bloated belly. The orgies would usually last about an hour, ending when Mark was spent and Lisa was out of food. Today though, as Lisa prepared the after meal hose, there was what looked like a pair of large plastic balls beneath the phallic hose end. Before I could even crack a joke she forced the thing past my lips. The water tasted different, sweeter but with a mineral aftertaste. Lisa read my quizzical expression. "So I hate that the water just makes you bloated. This is the first experimental supplement, a mix of sugar and minerals" she patted the ball sack. I felt Mark pass out onto my back, it happened every time and he'd be out for about an hour. My mind went to one place, grow. The pumpkin in me kept growing at the same rate, Insted my tits started to fill. Confusion and arousal fought for dominance, Lisa tipped the scales by sucking a nipple. As the pleasure roared through me I felt her drawing something out, drinking from me. "Maple syrup" she said as she came up for breath. She ran to one of the storage bays, returning with a pair of tree taps. There was no protest as she began to penatrate an engorged nipple. Before I knew it I was leaking syrup out of each tit. The drain was slow, steady and constant. By the time the balls of nutrients were drained, I was at capacity. She had done math. Lisa slowly eased the hose out of my mouth. I took a deep breath and thought "release" willing my stomach to open. It revealed a massive pumpkin, bright orange and ripe. As I eased off the beast my vines caught Mark waking up. The three of us stood around the thing, my stomach now "just" the size of a yoga ball. "That's a new record" Lisa began "what's your plan to break it?" Patient 073: Diana Cutter Current experiment: Dryad Caucasian female Weight: 567 lbs without a fruit Height: 7'2" Notes: subject has grown exponentially since Lisa began adding nutrients to her water. The hose up their ass is now always connected to a vat. The excessive sugars have also allowed them to bear fruit along with Maple Syrup tits. Subject produces fruits and veggies with a higher nutritional value than normal. I never fully slept anymore. There was kind of a half awake awareness of my roots at all times. It was the dead of night, and I was aware of two things, a couple of freshman fucking under an oak tree, and a third watching them. My body didn't really stand anymore, my legs had become a pair of treetrunks rooted to the ground, almost a skirt of vines around them full of bushels of strawberries, but it didn't hide the firehose up my ass. If I really wanted to I could move, but mostly I'd just spread them for Mark. More or less I shifted more upright, more aware. As I stretched awake all my fruit shuddered. Around my neck I had a lions main of vines, what was now my hair. Avocados grew there, fat and ripe. My hands rested on my stomach, full of water, but an empty womb. Without even thinking smaller vines began to pluck the fruit from me, storing and refrigerating it for later. The third individual, the one watching, began to run at the two under the old oak. I shifted my awareness to the oak. Beneath the tree was a pair of men, nervous yet exploring each other. The third was a woman, anger seething from her as she approached with a knife. That wouldn't do. In an instant she was wrapped in vines, gaged by an apple, and silent. I spoke to her through a flower. "What's your reasoning?" She was scared now "speak and I'll hear you through the gag" and so she did. She spun an angry tale about how she was doing God's work, killing not only the dirty gays but that one of them was also a dirty Trans gay. Oh that just wouldn't do. As my vines began to pull her through the brush to my greenhouse I ran through the student database. Turned out this girl had been kicked out for assaulting a student. Once I knew Morgana wouldn't care what happened to her, I knew what I wanted to try on this girl. As my vines pulled her closer my stomach, my womb, opened up before closing tight around this girl. Each of her holes was soon penentrated, and I began to pump her full of hormones and chemicals. Despite not being able to see her, I could feel her changing, squirming. Why did it feel so good, to have her struggling so hard while in me. One of my vines grabbed my favorite vibrator, while another turned up the water pressure. She struggled as I was fucking myself, the additional movement felt amazing. My stomach began to bloat further, her changes making her fatter. The weight felt amazing. It wasn't long before her struggling, mixed with my toys, drove me over the edge. As I climaxed, I released the girl. Her skin was now dark blue, and she was fucking fat. My vines still held her face, in fact they had expanded, making a green mask over her mouth. Not only that my vines ran across her body in elaborate green Shibari. As she dangled my vines attached to the roof, she was still part of me, but hung of like the blueberry she was. Now for the real treat. I thought about storing in her, and our bodies reacted. As her body began to fill with juice I could feel it like it was my own body. The tightness, the pleasure, I was loving it. See wasn't. She'd learn too. Morgana entered my green house while the first lights of morning were spreading warmth along my body. There were no questions at first, just observations. The blueberry was round and tight. All the extra weight in had put on her was to allow her skin to stretch so round. She didn't lose her shape though, the juice had made her stomach, tits, and ass turgid to the touch. I went about my morning routine as Morgana was checking her tablet. A moan escaped not only my lips but my berry's lips as Morgana began to suck her tit. I felt the rush of juice from her, my, tit. "How's it taste" I asked. Morgana responded by taking several more gulps. She then teased the berry's pussy and asshole, both leaking the same juice. "Oh this is perfect" she said. Her fingers went wild on her tablet. Before I knew what was happening the room was filled with robotic drones. I felt two penentrate the berry ass and pussy, the juice being vacuumed up at the same moment two attached to her tits. "We've got work to do" Patient 073: Diana Cutter Current experiment: Dryad Caucasian female Weight: 874 lbs without a fruit Height: 10'3" Notes: the subjects ability to turn people into fruit is beyond expectations. The bridge she builds with their nerves systems allows not only full control but a sharing of sensations. Subject takes great pleasure in having her now six different fruit fucked and juiced. Subject is often in a haze of orgasmic pleasure having multiple climaxed across multiple bodies almost one after the other. Not only that her nutritional intake has increased immensely. Every bit of spare surface area is covered in her leaves to get as much sun as possible. The rectal hose is pumping out the equivalent of a fire hose at all times. Lisa now has a dedicated team whose entire job is feeding Diana. Subject has been asking for another potential fruit, I have told her no unless we get a volunteer, it's hard enough to purchase people from death row. The twins, Lemon and Lime, were climaxing together. A bliss that spread through the two of them, a climax we all shared. In the moments between, my new permanent baseline of pleasure never ending, I took a moment to check in with each fruit. The twins of course were doing well, having just gotten off. They were bound back to back, their fat bodies pressed together, generic hour glasses, the yellow and green complementary. Next to them the watermelon was bound. Think heavy vines holding up a woman who stored almost all her juice in her massive stomach, stretch marks across the green skin matching the textures outside a watermelon. The pear was of course pear shaped, storing her juice mostly in her ass and thighs. Opposite her was the Strawberry, all top-heavy with massive tits. They were my symphony of pleasure, each eternally hooked up to juicing machines fucking all their holes, their mouths eternally silenced by my attached vines. I could tell they were still in there, each one was aware of what was happening to them as an individual. The blueberry never stopped squirming, she couldn't believe what I had done to her. Sometimes I'd turn off her juicers and fill her, just to feel her squirming. All my fruit had various ideas about their predicaments, but they didn't matter. They all belonged to me, my playthings. Heat began to build, the watermelon was close to climax. As it washed over me, us, and we shared her climax. I was vaugly aware I had been eating. My vines bringing sweets to my maw, as for a moment I was aware of just me. Watermelons growing in me like grapes on a bushel, my tits tapped and leaking sap, and a pair of interns adding more sweets to my table, an athletic guy and a rather fat young woman. My body was thick enough now that I no longer had to bend forward while making a record breaking peice of produce. I eyed an intern, she was already fat, and snagging a few treats. I could turn her into an orange so easy. No, no I had a different idea. A vine lightly tapped her on the shoulder, she jumped, her body jiggling. "Tell me, have you tried any of the juices yet?" The intern sheepishly shook her head no. She was trying to stay calm. "Which one would you like to?" My question froze her. Slowly, she pointed at the pear. Before she could react I had a vine in her mouth, and it started to spew the pear juice into her. The interns surprise quickly turned to arousal. Called it. As her stomach ballooned with the juice I could see the other intern getting hard. All I did was point it out, and before I knew it she was bent forward and he was balls deep. I found out later he, Bill, took the assignment beside he had a crush on her, Monica, and she took it hoping to get a taste of me. The blueberry climaxing brought me back into my world of pleasure. I lost myself again, climax after climax rolling through my fruits. It was so easy to lose time with them, to lose myself to the world of pleasure I had built. When Lisa came in I brought myself back to reality. It had been three days, time ment so little now. "So, you made Monica fat?" Mock anger in her voice. My smile was warm. "I thought you'd be excited about that?" My vines now rested at her ankles. Lisa looked down at them, then back to me. "I need to bring my wife in" she muttered. One of my eyebrows raised. Asking all about her fattening me up. "She's always fine with my fattening up others. Keeps her mobile" was all Lisa said. I shrugged. "Offers on the table" as a rose bloomed on a vine. She plucked the peace offering, then held up one of her own, a hose. Egarly, I took it between my lips and let it explode. Mineral rich mixed with pure cane sugar. Maybe insted of a berry I'd make a sugar cane. No idea how that would work. Lisa shoved another hose into my pussy. With every hole being filled it didn't take long for me to bloat again. Grow was all that went through my mind. My berries squirmed as they grew larger, my womb ballooned with more melons. "Sure you don't want to join in?" My question was leveled right at Lisa's tits, I was holding the hose like a cigarette, allowing it to spray forth onto my massive body. Lisa squirmed, she liked the idea, then abruptly left. Time fell away again. The berry's squirmed more, they didn't like getting forced bigger. Didn't stop me though. How long had it been since I had last punished the blueberry? Long enough I decided. The bushel of Watermelons was easily in the hundreds as I dropped all the ripe fruit. All of the blueberries juicers were replaced with the stoppers, except for her asshole. Blueberries screams were muffled as my vines shoved the first melon up her ass. I got to feel all her pleasure, and left all her pain to herself. Melon after melon was shoved into her, as I focused on making her grow as well. My sweet Blueberry, her body was straining so hard against the vines holding her. Watching as her body grew against her restraints, her dark blue skin turning purple where her skin was straining and filling with juice. The normally perfectly round stomach began to grow lumpy as the watermelons strained for space. As the last watermelon was forced into her, I lifted her to me, her pussy to my face, ripe, plump, and leaking around her stopper. Without bothering to turn it off I pulled the hose from my mouth and shoved it up the blueberries ass before giving her tender lips a taste. See tasted amazing, sweet with a sight bitter aftertaste. Drinking from her was like eating out my own pussy, but with the added reward of juice. The only thing that crossed my mind was more as I deeply drank the two of us to climax. This one felt different as it started. I opened my mind to everything the blueberry was feeling. Her entire body was on fire, the pain of being stretched so much mixed with the only relief coming from her pussy. It was fear, pressure, pleasure and pain all at once. I opened myself up to all my berries at once. While focusing on the blueberry I had been pumpingthem all even fuller without thinking, they all felt the same pleasure, pain, and fear. It was marvelous, addictive, I needed more. Every pump was soon replaced with stoppers as I called for Mark. When he came in he saw me bent forward, tretrunk legs wide and beckoning him in. My berries were around my head like a halo, my face buried in the strawberries pussy. Mark removed the hose in my pussy, gathered the third out of the blueberry, and took his time fitting all three into my asshole. I gave him hand holds with my vines. He used them to drive himself deep. As one of my vines went up his ass Mark drove himself even deeper. The natural viagra keeping him hard as a diamond. Fucking, I had needed him here fucking me. Pleasure overwhelmed me as my body went into an autopilot. My own stomach was ballooning outward, resting on the floor beneath me, a mix of juice and water. Despite drinking from them the berries were all still growing. I alone wasn't enough, but that fear of popping was intoxicating. It didn't take much for Mark to fuck me into my own climax, and I didn't let him stop. None of this stopped for hours. It wasn't until no matter how much I pumped into Mark he was flaccid and asleep on my back. After one last painful mouthful of watermelon, I moved all my fruit before me. My own stomach was huge beneath me, a water bed bigger than a California king, I couldn't bring myself upright. The fruits were in worse condition. Discolored, overripe, and in pain. As I replaced the juicers a wave of release crossed them all. I removed two of the hoses in my ass, and left the third one on a trickle. My body washed into the near sleep that I get. Lisa returned, a woman with her, guess she'd decided to take me up on the offer.
This short story contains fetish material dealing particularly with expansion during masturbation. Please take this into consideration and leave before you otherwise offend yourself. If you're offended by the idea of being offended at this potentially offensive piece, then read on and enjoy! - - - She knows what would happen if she does it. It happens every time. But she feels the warmth, feels the overwhelming all-compassing heat of stimulative sensation. It envelopes her, consumes her, fuels her need to propel herself to new levels of completion. She is already naked, the time is now. Her fingers drift onto her loins, and she toys with herself, her eager section that pulses and feels ready. The seed atop it full of coiled nerve endings that are ready to be unshucked and frisked. She touches and it melts, becoming rigid and moistened by the hull of her sex. The sensations slowly overcome her being and as she unsheaths and rubs at herself, the seed of her ecstasy slowly sprouting and her body starting to tense and become fuller. Her breasts plumping and filling with the pressure of need, her ass swelling and rounding out, her stomach becomes tense and her diaphragm hiccoughs. She feels her pussy puff up and press perfectly around her dancing digits, her yearning and aching becoming secondary as her curves pop another stage, blossoming forth with an expression of rapid release. She moans and sighs, bursts of exclamation that eject themselves from her as she orgasms again and again, her nipples tense and full, her breasts behind them full and heaving, jumping forward with every new bulge of her being. She inhales and gasps out another sharp shout, feeling every small jostle as her curves groan and pop larger again. Each ass cheek is a balloon, each breast a turbulent swollen milk sac. Her nipples strive to be longer and harder than anything they ever became before. She is a mass of circles, the circles her mass. She has popped into fullness and she now can relax, having surpassed her whole being of self-love and acceptance and become cloudy and full in her blossoming. Her mind relaxes and she settles again into a kernel of relief, a pocket of potential, slowly unclouding as the process begins anew...
There Will Be Consequences TG by qirules123, literature
Literature
There Will Be Consequences TG
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Becoming My Girlfriends College Aged Sister by weirdsvile76, literature
Literature
Becoming My Girlfriends College Aged Sister
Jordan Blake is a 25 year old bespectacled brunette man, sitting on a bench outside Weirdsvile’s plaza. He’s eagerly waiting for a special visitor, his beloved girlfriend Ariel Lee. The two are planning to spend a whole day together. And Ariel has mentioned there’s also a big surprise that she’s bringing along for the day. This makes Jordan, in his blue shirt and jeans, even more impatient. After waiting for nearly a hour, Ariel finally arrives. The 26 year old Filipino woman sits next to Jordan. Her tan skin, almond eyes, and long dark ponytail makes her unique, as she wears a green tank top and leggings. But Jordan is more impressed by Ariel’s strong and often dominating attitude. “Hello,” she said, greeting Jordan. “Hi Ariel!” Jordan responds, “So, about that surprise….” “You’re cutting to the chase again!” said Ariel. This lead to some embarrassment for Jordan. He’s hopeful that he didn’t commit another mistake. Ariel easily senses his feelings about his actually minor
The Field Guide to Writing Fetish Fiction - Part 1 by RubbadaBelleh, literature
Literature
The Field Guide to Writing Fetish Fiction - Part 1
Contains: Not a story! This is a writing guide with tips, tricks, and strategies on how to write fetish fiction for those who might be interested. This is part one of four. ~~~ PART ONE: Getting Started Writing fetish fiction here on DeviantArt is a hobby that has brought me a lot of enjoyment, but it is also an experience that came with its fair share of mistakes on my part, lessons gradually learned, and strategies developed. I decided to write the following guide to help newcomers who might like to try their hand at this genre. Please note that I am still learning and (hopefully) getting a little better over time myself, so this is not a master’s take on the craft or anything of that sort, but just some lessons this writer learned through the school of hard knocks… and I thought perhaps I could save someone else a knock or two! This was originally going to be a big, single guide, but it soon grew to such a large size that I thought it would be more digestible and fun to read