Update

As much as I hate to be 'that guy'...I am putting this site on a 'whenever the hell I get around to doing it' schedule. 

I love this stuff but...with nobody sharing the burden with me of posting stuff, it's just no fun. 

Mating Season by Cluedog

Ursula Hitler's Head

Hey TG Show fans!

Sorry its been awhile, but i have some awesome stuff!

Ursula Hitler, the hit xtranormal tg vid maker, is allowing me to post 5 of her vids from her series Ursula Hitler's Head, on this site!

If you want more from Ursula, please folow the series @ www.UrsulaHitler.com! and lie her vids on youtube!

Thanks!!!

Fuji



Bigger: Swamp Meat: The Chinese Love Lips: Ursula Hitler's Undead Head: "Too Damn Badd: The Badd Doggy P Story":

The Radio Station by Ms. Tiger Lilly

Short but very good!

Hope to see more from this author:)

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The Radio Station

Disclaimer: This is a work of adult erotic fiction.  If you are under 18, or are easily offended by fetish erotica, then read no further.

Contents:  I am a big fan of knowing what is in something before I commit to reading it.  So if you would like to know, this story includes the following:

First of all, this is a transformation/fuck fest, not a character study.  Back story, motivations, setting, etc are all just plot devices to get from one sexual encounter to another.

Breast expansion happens, albeit not as a direct change  - and no, I don't need to know that “DD would be more realistic”

Mental changes, primarily bimboization and personality loss/alteration.

Transgender, male to female only.

Vaginal sex is described at the end but no anal sex.

Note to other authors: if for some reason you feel like adding on to the story or whatever, I am perfectly okay with that.  But it would be nice to hear about it.  I can be contacted at mstigerlilyuk@yahoo.com - or for inquiries, questions or complaints. I'm also on Twitter, https://twitter.com/mstigerlilyuk

PROLOGUE

"Arise, Bakuzoob, arise and hear my cries!!"

The chant rang across the living room of the small suburban house. Unlike most lounges on this autumnal night, candles filled the room with pentagrams dawbed on walls, floor and ceiling.

The man behind the chants threw back the hood on his cowl and repeated it louder, the wooden mask in his hands glowing as he did

"Arise Bakuzoob, arise! Come forth and carry out my vengeane!"

A voice that sounded like nothing earth-bound rolled out from the corner of the room. Robert Thomas smiled a smile of vengeance. He would have his punishment on the man who'd defiled his girlfriend.

Champagne Wishes by Cluedog/Thrandrall

Visit Thrandrall's blog and get Cluedog's new piece for Thrandrall for only 7.50! 

And just a reminder.... this is how awesome Cluedog's commissioned work can be;)

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Built by Gluebubble

A sequence from an artist I have not yet profiled on here.... Gluebubble! 

Infinite Stories 2: Night of Mischief: 9:35 PM by Infinity Sign

Hope you guys enjoy!  And remember, visit TGComics.com!:)

Testing a Theory by Joe Six-Pack

Testing a Theory

by Joe Six-Pack

Meeting the man was like chugging Nyquil. It was the way he droned. It was the gray suit. It was the sleepy eyes. It was everything about him. You'd meet him and you couldn't operate heavy machinery for the rest of the day.

The 'get to know me' meeting was now into it's third hour, and the roomful of disgruntled employees were all chafing at their collective bits. On the big-screen TV at the front of the room was Dr. Jim Dunney, previously known as the President's famed appointee to head the latest "education initiative." Dr. Dunney had now been talking for over 140 minutes, and would not stop.

Dr. Dunney was greeting his new employees for the first time with the closed-circuit speech to all of the giant multinational company. He was here to take over as CEO of Lan-Cor Global, for which all the collected, chafing employees were currently employed. Lan-Cor had been in terrible trouble lately, losing money left and right. The previous CEO had sensibly taken his golden parachute and bailed months ago, leaving an aimless, moribund company that was starting to look like it was doomed for failure.

Work Change by Jillisa

Maybe Return?

Might be back, not sure... October sucked ASS. 

November should be better....maybe.

Changes by Stormy00012

Hope you guys enjoy some more awesomeness from Stormy!

The Sunglasses

Emergence, Part 6: Under the Hood

Dianne left in the early afternoon and Meghan’s parents were still a few hours away from getting of work. I sat in young Miss Cafferty’s bedroom, laptop flipped open upon her desk, staring at an email in her ‘Drafts’ folder with the subject line: ‘Hey Garner—Read This’. It was undoubtedly another of her cute but confusing missives meant to ease me further into our own private ‘trading places’ reality show.

I was still bikinied, but now had a large beach towel wrapped about me from chest to thighs. Encased in its fluffy moist bulk, I felt like an enormous multi-colored segmented grub. The baby was quite active at the moment, fretting in my belly. It managed to somersault onto its head and now its butt was high and to the left, just under my ribcage. I could plainly feel it’s posterior and lower back jutting toward that side, while the upper right side of my belly was now much less hard.

One never gets used to this sort of thing. Especially when one is not supposed to have a womb in the first place, let alone a womb as full as Meghan’s.

Decisions, Decisions! PLEASE READ

No, not shutting down or anything silly like that but...as I look through all the material I have... I realize that posting every day will result in nothing going out except in sporadic bursts from here on in.

So what I've decided is that Monday, Wednesday and Friday will be MY posting days.  And on those days, I will put up either a story, a caption set or art set. 

I hate to slow it down that much but I really realized the extent to which material does NOT come that suits this blog. 

My guest contributors will still post whenever they wish, of course:)

Misunderstood Wishing by Frontios

And he doesn't just do art, either;)

Didn't Your Mother Ever Tell You...? by Frontios

Frontios likes his pregnant chicks;)

Don't blame him, really.


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Emergence, Part Five: Afternoon Indiscretions

It had been 4 days since my little adventure in space/time where I’d spent a handful of hours as an 18 year-old Ohioan named Meghan Cafferty. While I had passed a quiet morning as Meghan, my reality, the one I had so mysteriously leaped away from, had advanced 8 full days. This was how, upon my return, I found myself minus several vacation days at work but plus one in the girlfriend department. Perhaps girlfriend is too strong a word. Let’s just say ‘it’s complicated’.

Erica, a sixth year Ph.D student at a local university and I had shared two lengthy phone-calls over the course of my four days back. I was able to deftly play the ‘so tell me more about what you do’ card to get past the fact that I had no memory of what had happened while I was away. I was only very slowly getting access to what Erica and Meghan had experienced together while the latter has been passing as me.

Erica seemed flirty and fun, though a great deal smarter than me. We hit it off pretty well. I already wondered how I was going to mess this up. I wouldn’t have to wait long for my life to present me with just such a chance.

Today, I was busy catching up on budget stuff for the firm I worked at downtown. It was nearing noon, and I eagerly anticipated lunch with Erica, our first in-person get together since I’d fallen asleep next to her the night I ‘got back.’ We’d decided on a quiet little bistro. In preparation for today I had my shirt pressed and everything. Work was flying by with minimal hiccups and intrusions. I’d told my assistant, an obsequious young man named Ian, to deflect and defend as much as possible. Since he loved to talk, almost everyone who dropped by gave up after a blizzard of verbiage.

My office door was closed and I had about 15 minutes more work to do before I could pop out when out of nowhere it began to happen. ‘It’ in this case being a transformation I thought had been a one-time deal. The opening salvo was a quick strike to my groin. By which I mean to say that one moment my business was all there, the next it was gone. And in its place I could feel the unmistakable sensation of young Meghan’s most intimate of areas. 

It all happened so fast it barely had time to register when my phone buzzed to life, 

The Monkey's Paw by Ed Miller

Or not...

Ah well, hope you like what I got up for you guys today to make up for it:)

PS:  E-mail Ed and let him know you like his stuff, he seems to be under the impression nobody likes his work these days!
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This is a story involving explicitly described sex. If you think you
might be offended by it, or you aren't allowed by the laws of the place
in which you live to read such a story, don't. If you read past this
warning, any offense you take or laws you break are your problem. I've
warned you.

Permission is hereby given to archive this story anywhere on the
Internet, so long as I'm credited as the  author, it is reproduced in
its entirety (including this disclaimer!) and no fee is charged to
access it.

On the matter of fees: I wrote this story (and others) for free, and I
never expected to get anything out of it except the occasional response
or critique, either good or bad. Constructive criticism is welcome,
though please don't be abusive, and remember that this is primarily an
attempt at a wank-story, not something aimed at a Pulitzer Prize.

My point being: the only benefit I get from writing is feedback, and it
seems to be tapering off in recent years. If you like it, tell me! If
you don't, tell me why! Leave feedback on Fictionmania (that's best), or
send email to:

edmiller21@yahoo.com

Put "your stories" in the subject line, or I might miss it in all the
junk email I get.

Lastly: I am not retired.  I just seem to have fewer ideas for these
kinds of stories.  I HAVE been writing quite a few captioned images;
check them out at Freya's site if you haven't already.


The Monkey's Paw
By Ed Miller

I heard the echoes of my bare feet as I padded quietly over the tile
floor down to where we kept it.  It was past midnight, and I wasn't
worried about running into one of the others, but I wasn't taking
chances.  I hadn't turned on any lights, and I was walking as quietly as
possible.

My breath was coming quick and shallow.  I felt a warmth all over my
body.  My cock stood out straight and stiff, tenting the front of my
shorts, and my nipple were hard on my bare chest.  The thought of it
turned me on, made me horny.  I loved it and hated it.  I couldn't stop.

I turned from the wide hallway into the large, opulent room where we
kept it.  The size of the house was good for me; it made it that much
less likely that any of the others would happen to interrupt me.  It
wasn't like there was a time when I could be sure of being alone in the
house.  None of us worked anymore, since we'd found the Monkey's Paw.

Apologies

Sorry for a (relatively) slow week (at least from my end).  My shoulder seized up randomly.  It made it fairly hard to type.

But starting Monday, everything should be AOK once more.

Proving You've Still Got It

Proving that you can still do the tasks required of you can take a hell of a lot of effort, and making sure you pick the right wardrobe to ensure this opinion is a good idea, although I'd prefer to train in a bikini!

Just a silly cap I decided to create in an attempt to get my ideas flowing again, so I hope you like it!

The Crystal Globe

The Next Day by Erin

Another blast from the past!

Hope you enjoy... part of a story I was telling with a friend...

Sunday in the Park With Peri by Varian/Chiara

I don't think I've posted anything lately by the wonderful team of Varian & Chiara here....

So, let me correct that.

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Women's Venom Prelude #1

Women’s Venom

Prelude #1

School began in an odd way today. Well, for one, this seemingly normal spring morning my mom decided to come with. It was nice to get a ride to school instead of the bus, but for some reason I felt uneasy. Mom had also brought a small duffel bag with her. It seemed mostly empty, but no doubt some things were in there. While mom remained her usual stoic self, Jennifer seemed oddly perky today, kicking her legs a bit as mom drove.

“What’re you so happy about?” I ask, confused. Jennifer was rarely ever this happy about going to school. Usually only if there was some special event, or it was a rather easy day. These didn’t happen often, and I don’t recall it being a field trip day for the fourth graders or so.

“Oh, you’ll see little bro.” Jennifer added extra emphasis on the bro. She smirked a bit and continued energetically moving her legs a bit. “Can’t wait to see how it turns out.” 

A Well-Maid Future

Emergence, Part Four: Back to Reality

I floundered on the floor of my apartment, elated to be back in my own body, my own time, my own home. Even though I’d just been laying submerged in a bath my skin was perfectly dry. The suppleness was gone and my great quantity of body hair was for once, a welcome sight. I was clad only in a pair of boxer shorts and remembered how passing through the hole the first time had modified my clothing along with the body. I patted my chest which was covered in flat, tough muscle. For the first time in my life I was happy for my hands not to be cupping large breasts.

“Oh thank goodness,” I murmured. 

It was over. The bizarre, surreal, impossible experience was over.

I got up off the ground and grinned. I was tall again, and strong. I flexed the muscles of my arms, my chest, my stomach in turn. It felt like I’d shrugged off a thick layer of fat, not to mention reacquired the trim tight feeling in my gut, replacing the crowded bulk of a baby I had been temporarily forced to carry. Already my mind found it difficult to recall what it had felt like to be a woman, let alone a pregnant woman. 

The experience was so foreign that it took on the quality of a dream.

The suit I had been wearing when I originally passed through the wall and entered Meghan’s world was nowhere to be found and I wondered why I had been deposited back here in just my underwear. In the living room I found my phone, which I instinctively flipped open to check for messages. I was shocked to find the time and date to be 2:00am on a Thursday night. 

According to my phone I’d been gone over 8 days.

Vicissitude p.1

Vicissitude p.2

The Captain

Experimental Machine by Infinity Sign

Here's some more from Infinity Sign!

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The Dark and the Light by Reprobate

Ah, I love having Charlotte do work for me:)

I can see by the number of views her work gets that you guys do, too!

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