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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The Doe-Girls of Atlantis

Dr. Phigbert by Cluedog/Smooch

A wonderful turn-of-the-century sequence which shows that hotness is not a recent invention!

Hope you all enjoy!:)

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SRU: The Map by Ellie Dauber

I think this is the first Ellie Dauber story I've put on here...shame it took me this long!

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After those two grim stories about Mike and Marya, here's something a 
bit lighter.

SRU: The Map
By Ellie Dauber
Copyright 1999

“Fred, I think we’re lost.”  Almost as soon as Margie van Arndt said it, 
she was sorry.  Most men won’t admit that they’d messed up directions 
or misread a map, but Fred, well….

“I’m not lost,” he said through clenched teeth.  “This road is just the long 
way to Wheaton.  It’s such a nice day that I thought I’d --”

Mysterious Bug Bite by Brandon Armstrong

Another oldie but goodie done for me by Brandon Armstrong:)

He's quite good!

Welcome, Christopher Leeson!

Our old friend, Christopher Leeson, has learned how to post here and I can't tell you how excited I am to hear it:)

He's a great writer!  He and Ellie Dauber have constructed one of the longest running TG series I know of... Tales of the Eerie Saloon:)

Hope you guys enjoy his work as much as I do!

Lorsor Lo

The Taming

Incompatible by Seer Coltz

I THINK this is the first of Seer Coltz's work I've put up here...I'm sure I'm wrong:P  I invariably am!

Hope you like!

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New U Salon: The Kiss Concert by Road Dogg Christopher James

Another of my early favorites from way back in the day of MarkT's BE Story Archive. 

It's very short but I liked the implied transformation of the girlfriend which was added in:)

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New U Salon: The Kiss Concert

by Road Dogg Christopher James Well it was the day before the big "Kiss" Concert, and as a surprise gift, Chris' girlfriend, Andrea got him a little surprise... She had been bugging him to get a haircut for weeks now, because it looked like it went every which way, so she woke him up that morning, got him dressed and drove him down to the barbershop, where he always got his haircut, only to notice that it appeared that it changed ownership... Where Joe's Barbershop once appeared, now stood Joelene's New U Salon...
"I booked you an appointment there, Hun. I hear that they do great work."
"A SALON?! I'm a guy, guy's go see barbers, not stylists..."
"Well it is satisfaction guaranteed or money refunded... Look at the Sign!"
Chris looked at the sign, and said to himself that he was going to rue the day he ever let a "Stylist" cut his hair. But since he loved his girlfriend, and didn't want to upset her, the night of the big concert, he hopped of the car, and gave his girlfriend a parting glance and started walking towards the door.
"I will pick you up in an hour, I gotta get some stuff for the trip to the Arena tonight, See ya!"

Tonisha by bobby

Here's one that's from back back back in 1999!

This is from bobby, best known for his AP works, but he occasionally dabbled in TG stuff, as well!

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      Tonisha
     by bobby

Tony wandered up and down the aisles of the record store looking 
for a CD.  He had to leave tomorrow for L.A. on a business trip and 
wanted to bring some music along for the six-hour flight from 
Baltimore.  He hated those endless transcontinental flights, and 
anything to help pass the time was a plus.  He didn't feel like 
watching a movie on a 10-inch screen, either, so it seemed that CDs 
were the best way to go, and he'd stopped at one of the malls just off 
the Beltway on his way home from work.  He'd already picked out a 
couple,  and needed just one more to round out his selection, but 
nothing came to mind as he looked through the bins.  After wasting 
about twenty minutes and not finding anything interesting, he 
decided he could get by with what he already had and proceeded to 
the check-out counter.  There were four people ahead of him in the 
line, so he went into wait mode, looking all around the store but at 
nothing in particular.  After a minute, the line moved forward, and 
he happened to glance over at the cashier.  He felt his heart stop for 
a second, and thought his jaw would drop to the floor when he saw 
the woman behind the counter.  

She was positively gorgeous, in her early twenties, he guessed, with a 
flawless pecan complexion.  Her thick hair fell down past her 
shoulders, framing the most absolutely beautiful face Tony had ever 
seen.  Her exotic eyes were accented by thin delicate eyebrows.  She 
had a delicate nose, high cheekbones, and incredibly full lips.  She 
smiled at the customer she was currently helping, and Tony's heart 
just about melted.  "My God, she's fantastic!" he whispered to himself.  
There was just something about her that Tony found irresistible, 
some kind of indefinable, hidden quality in addition to her looks.  He 
realized he was staring at her, making no attempt to disguise his 
interest, when she suddenly turned and looked directly at him.  
Their eyes met and he wanted to turn away, embarrassed, but he 
couldn't.  Something was holding him in place, as if he were frozen 
solid.  A kind of half-smile, strangely seductive, slowly formed on 
her lips.  After what seemed an eternity, Tony was suddenly able to 
move, and he quickly turned away, his face burning crimson.

Emergence, Part Three: Meet the Parents

((That's all for now, folks. No real questions this week, just eager to hear your thoughts if you'd like to chime in!

Love,
Charlotte)) 

Outside the bathroom I found a hallway with a banister, beyond which was an open air space and flight of stairs leading down. To the left the hallway fed several rooms with closed doors. The hardwood floors gleamed.

I’m not sure what I expected to find but it had not been this. 

Not only had I become somebody else, literally some other body, but the place I now found myself was also radically different than my old home. I’d gone from a small modestly furnished apartment in a large urban high-rise to what, some single family residence? If just one or two things could be familiar, I thought to myself bitterly, that’d be really great.

When I stepped out into the hallway I was startled to find a severe looking woman in her mid 40s standing in the doorway of a large bedroom off to the right. One look at her face and I instantly knew this woman was my mother. Yes, she was taller and thinner than I was, and gray peppered her hair, but the resemblance was overpowering.

“I didn’t expect to see you up so early, young lady,” she said, folding her arms. They looked brittle and cold, like the bare branches of a tree in winter.

“Mom…” I answered, having no idea what I should say. 

“You were out very late last night, not that you seem to care much for my wishes these days,” my mother said softly. Her body language may have been frigid but her eyes burned into my skin.

I could somehow recall being out late last night. My mother was correct, but the specifics of the evening eluded me. Like the plot of a novel one has read decades earlier, I couldn’t remember any details, only that I had taken pleasure in disobeying my parents. I kept quiet, knowing that my mother was in the position of power and that saying anything would only make things worse. Finally she spoke again,

“Your father is downstairs making breakfast. We’ll be leaving around 11am for the wedding. I shouldn’t need to remind you that this is Waverly’s day so don’t wear anything too tight or revealing. All eyes should be on your cousin, not you.” Her own eyes fell to my belly, or my shorts, it was hard to tell which from several yards away. 

I automatically ‘sucked in’ my belly, which was a comically useless act. All it did was kind of make my belly rise up and flatten a few inches—at least until the effort to keep it this way was too much, whereupon it fell and fattened, overcorrecting wider by an inch or two before rebounding back to its natural shape.

I mumbled a meek “OK,” and went down the stairs with my mother watching intently the whole time. I tried to will my large breasts from bobbing up and down but they were by this point a force of nature. No matter what I did they radiated my sexuality, something I’d rather keep from broadcasting to the world. I could have crossed my arms but I needed to keep one hand on the railing as my balance was understandably messed up. 

Downstairs I wandered into a large sunny kitchen. 

“Dad?” I asked.

Hardcore Slacker by CBlack

Another of CBlack's classic original comics, available to view here and at TGComics.com!


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The Winners

Oh Boy....

Wishes can be dangerous things indeed!


My first caption here so I hope everyone enjoys it! I'll be uploading exclusive content here over the coming weeks and months that you won't be able to see anywhere else, and even some story content that you might be able to find elsewhere, who knows where my muse will take me? I know I don't!!

Miss....ter Universe by Siproites

More of the overly sexualized drawings of Siproites!

Fantastic stuff:)

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The Chaperone by Rebecca Molay

Another oldie but goodie that I had requested way back when...

Hope you enjoy:)

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Inked by Serenity

One day soon, Serena will be posting her stories here, which should be, you know, awesome;)

She's a friend of mine and she writes hot stories!   What could be better?;)

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Inked

by: Serenity

The hustle and bustle of the crowded streets of Bangkok's red light
district drowned out the rumble of the poorly maintained engine putting
the cab along. Through the windows of the back seat Mike and Daniel
peered at a scrolling show of neon lights and alluring women. Mike
grinned and elbowed his buddy, then pointed at a blonde hooker outside,
flashing her considerable, if fake, tits. Daniel shook his head,
embarrassed and excited at the same time. This kind of thing would be a
first for Daniel, and even though his best pal Mike was a great friend,
his idea to finish their Asian vacation with a stop at one of the worlds
most renowned red light districts.

All throughout their vacation, Daniel heard of the supposed acts that
went on on these streets, how these women knew tricks that no other
hooker anywhere could do. With Mike practically drooling out of his
window, Daniel reflected on how even if a superhooker threw herself at
him, he would have hardly any idea what to do with her. While mike has
ridden his bike around the block more than a few time, Daniel hadn't
taken off his training wheels, with a few make out sessions being the
height of his sexual experience. While he never told Mike this fact, he
had an inkling that this leg of the trip was planned to remedy his lack
of experience.

Scenes From a Demonic Possession by CBlack

An early CBlack shows that he still loves....big boobies:P

And a bit of evil, too.

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