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Angela winced as the slick, pulsing walls of Lusty's insides trembled in reaction to her tongue, sending her tumbling onto Larry. The sudden shift made her groan as she quickly pushed herself up. "*S-Sorry!*" she stammered, looking down at him with embarrassment. Larry merely chuckled, shaking his head. "*You get used to it,*" he muttered, brushing himself off. As she sat back, catching her breath, she finally took a good look at him—his fur damp with sweat, his expression tired yet strangely composed. That’s when she noticed he was completely naked. Her face flushed. "*W-why are you…?*" she hesitated, gesturing awkwardly. Larry sighed. "*Trust me, wearing clothes in here is worse. The heat, the humidity… it gets unbearable. I used to try, but Lusty’s guts don’t exactly return what they take.*"\* Angela’s eyes widened slightly. "*You mean…?*" He nodded. "*Once something is swallowed down here, it’s gone unless Lusty decides otherwise.*"\* As if to emphasize his point

The sun was high in the sky by the time Perla finally stepped onto the warm, golden sand. A gentle breeze rolled in from the ocean, caressing her exposed skin. Even with Damian snug against her body in his transformed state, she could feel the salty air and the warmth of the sun embracing her. She took a deep breath, letting the scent of the sea wash over her. A rare, genuine smile crept onto her lips. Finally… I’m far away from all that chaos. Here, there were no watchful eyes, no threats, no expectations. For the first time in what felt like forever, she could simply exist. Perla strolled across the sand, feeling the fine grains between her toes. She passed groups of people laughing, playing in the waves, or simply soaking in the sun. Nobody knew who she was. Nobody knew what she had done. After finding a quiet spot away from the crowds, she spread out her towel and sat down, letting out a long sigh. She ran her hands over her body, feeling the smooth, snug material of the

The theater was alive with an electrifying energy as Amelia stepped onto the grand stage. The dazzling lights shone upon her, making her blue leotard glisten under the glow. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause as she struck a confident pose, her signature smile captivating the audience. "Good evening, everyone!" Amelia greeted, her voice dripping with charm. "Are you ready for a night of magic and wonder?" The audience roared in response. As she spoke, she subtly bounced her chest, knowing full well that Angelo was still nestled deep within her. Every movement sent waves through the milk surrounding him, making his small, weightless body shift helplessly inside her. It was a sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before—trapped, floating, and entirely at her mercy. She’s doing this on purpose… Angelo thought as the motion rocked him once more. Amelia smirked, sensing his struggle. “Well then,” she continued, “let’s start with something truly magical.”

Chapter 14: An Unexpected Guest at Home Grace stepped into her cozy apartment, shutting the door behind her with a soft click. A rare smile spread across her lips as she let out a contented sigh. For the first time in years, she felt a sense of personal connection to her work—not just another project, but something extraordinary that no one else could claim. She turned the lock with a satisfying snap and set her bag down near the entrance. As she walked through the quiet living room, her fingers absently traced the hem of her dress. “Well, Matt,” she murmured, her voice tinged with amusement, “welcome to my humble abode.” Reaching for the zipper, she slowly peeled the dress off her body, letting it fall to the floor. Now clad in nothing more than Matt’s transformed form, she couldn’t help but chuckle. “I guess you could say I brought my work home—literally.” She moved to the couch, her motions deliberate and unhurried, savoring the peculiar thrill of the moment. Grace sank into the

Guys! Hope you're fine! There is the news of 07th July 2023. Subscriber's choice Today is the final of the Subscriber's choice. You'll get 24 hours to choose which story will get a sequel tomorrow at 10.00am. It's actually the worst subscriber's choose so far. I know the reason why (#BestStory2023) #BestStory2023 The first matches of the #bestStory2023 are already over and I'll tell you that actually, 10 stories are qualified for 10 eliminated. The second round will be set from the 14th July to the 25th July. There will be 4 matches and only the two best of each matches will be qualified for the round 03. You'll get more information about the second round on the next weeks news Short Stories 2023-2024 For the new season, I already wrote half short stories. I'm happy of someone of them and I hope you'll like them too. The first short story will be release on Deviantart on 10th September 2023. Valentin's story I'm happy to tell you my new story from "Us personal toy" with a new

Maybe I planned to publish my biggest project for summer 2022. I never have written any story like this. In fact, you maybe know I write a lot of story but I never write any interactive story and I want my first interactive story will be perfect. I don't plan to publish on deviantart but using an website who allow to write this. I hope to finish this for summer 2022

Idea of @alexp1011 I was sitting in my bedroom, getting ready for my day, when I suddenly felt something strange happening to me. I looked down and saw that my body was slowly being transformed into a swimsuit. I tried to scream, but no sound would come out. I tried to move, but I couldn't. I was completely paralyzed. I could only watch as my body changed. The process was painful, and I could feel every inch of my body being altered. I wanted to close my eyes and block out the sight, but I couldn't. Finally, when it was over, I was nothing more than a swimsuit. I had no eyes, no mouth, no nose. I was just a piece of clothing. I was terrified. I didn't know what was going to happen to me. I was lying on the floor, unable to move, when I heard someone coming into the room. I heard a voice say, "What the hell is this?" Then I felt myself being picked up and thrown into a garbage can. I was horrified. I didn't know what was going to happen to me, but I knew I was going to die.