Showing posts with label bimbo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bimbo. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
A Visit to the Pool by CBlack
Well, well, well, this is good. A nice simple transformation. No swap, no futa, just a sexy transformation. https://tgcomics.com/tgc/vignettes/visit-to-the-pool/
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Going Native by Perspikay and Friend!
Hi all, this is a collaborative story I wrote with my friend Perspikay! If you like it and wanna read more work like it, check out her DA at http://perspikay.deviantart.com
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Going Native
The room was charged with joviality as the guests mingled and mixed with each other, cocktail glasses clenched tightly as the champagne popped and flowed, the dulcet sound of the harpist playing a lullaby to the museum’s newest acquisition. But even as the bodies milled around him, all Professor Sienkiewicz could do was gently adjust his glasses as he gazed up in astonishment at the enormous totem that loomed above them. He’d never dreamed he’d be able to see it in the flesh. 12 feet of magnificent, polished obsidian shone and glimmered in the gallery’s soft lighting, every angle and corner designed to guide the eye across the ivory relief figures that embedded themselves on it’s surface. He blushed as he gawked at multitudes of sculpted women, their exaggerated impossible forms exhibiting massive hips and bulbous breasts - and occasionally - gravid pregnant bellies, clearly denoting some sort of hyper fertility. They were all frozen in some sort of dance, a ritual, around a ferocious male figure at the centre of the totem, his enormous member towering over a woman who was kneeling low in supplication, his own groin tingling slightly..
“Wow.” a voice next to him gasped. “It’s so… expressive.”
He’d been so absorbed he hadn’t noticed Janice’s presence. He whipped around to find his favourite student gawking up at the totem with the same look of hushed reverence on her face, absently twisting her ponytail around her finger. When he’d been invited to help the museum curate the Kerezala Totem for the gala, he couldn’t help but bring her along as well. She’d spent years researching her thesis on the Mutabwe people, their sudden flourishing golden age and mysterious collapse.
“I still can’t believe it’s real.” Janice said. “I mean I’ve seen the pictures, but to actually see it face to face.. a totem from the Mutabwe high period this well preserved.. Just look at the details on the figures! The poses feel like they’re leaping out at me, they look so realistic despite all the exaggerations.”
“Yes. it’s breathtaking.” The Professor answered. “I didn’t think any still existed.”
“What do those characters around the base of the totem say..?”
“It was some sort of proverb, I think. “The strong will grow stronger while the lesser will quench their hunger” His eyes darted back to the central figure and his lips tightened into a barely hidden smirk. “I have a few guesses as to what it means.”
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Hannah giggled as she butted in between the two of them and sipped on her glass of champagne. “Honey, you need to tear your eyes off that statue for more than a minute. This is a party, remember? You two look like zombies standing there!”
For a moment Professor Sienkiewicz was stunned at the contrast between his wife and the student, her t-shirt and jeans making a night and day difference with Hannah’s dignified little black dress. Yet, she was always so alive and perky at these sorts of events, she even looked younger, the glow of excitement evident in her face, her own enjoyment of events like these shining through her. They’d met on a dig site years ago, back when he’d still been active in the field himself - the bright, attractive girl asking him question after question about whatever relics he’d had to hand, showing genuine interest in his work. Together they’d made a perfect match - his knowledge and research, allied to her own interest and growing knowledge as well as her enjoyment of social events like this, had been the main reason he’d managed to get this appointment in the first place, and create the collection that he had. It was as much her baby as his.
She deftly hooked her lithe arm around her husband’s and tugged insistently. “C’mon honey.” She grinned. “There’s some people I want you to meet.” With a gentle look of resignation the Professor stumbled along attached to his wife, looking back at his student glibly waving at the two of them and chuckling to herself. “Have fun, sir” she smiled, before turning back and circling the totem to inspect it closer, her breath fogging the glass as she leaned in.
There was a large mix of academia and upper crust society populating the gala, even though it had been intended to be a small function, the guest list had unwittingly ballooned out of control. But it was the first guest on the list that Hannah beelined for, the man who the totem was on loan from and who had originally acquired it for his private collection. Barrel chested and tall, he cut a strong figure for a man in his late 50’s, his silvery hair well matched to his dark olive complexion. His hands gesturing extravagantly as he expounded to the small group of guests trying to hide their boredom, Basil Kinnock (or “sir” Kinnock - the professor could never remember how those titles worked ) the old familiar story drifted through the room to the Professor’s ears. He, of course, had been intimately involved in every step of the process, finding, cataloguing, researching; there had been no step of the totem’s journey from desert sands to its position at rest on the high podium which hadn’t involved him to some degree. Inwardly he scoffed. Oh, in appearance he was everything the public might think of when asked to imagine an elder statesman of archaeology, still active in the field, but if his actual work was anything like the time he’d put in with the Professor the only time he had dust on his boots was when he’d left them to rest stored away in a cupboard somewhere. Not that he would risk a blemish on those expensive Italian loafers.
“Ahh! Kieran!” Basil shouted to the professor as he reluctantly drifted to the front of the crowd. “And Hannah. It’s truly an honour to be blessed with not one, but two of the most preeminent experts in the Mutabwe culture. Besides myself, of course.”
“Mmhmm, we’re very grateful you invited us, Sir Kinnock. The only reason my husband hasn’t had the time to thank you already is because he was so busy studying the artefact.” Hannah groaned. “I practically had to drag him away from the thing.”
“Now now, it’s not every day one gets to be exposed to a fully preserved Mutabwe Totem!” Basil exclaimed bombastically. “Though with such a fine creature on his arm it’s quite curious how Kieran could find the time to tear himself away.”
Hannah tittered nervously at his compliment, butterflies forming in her stomach as she took another long sip of the cool red wine. She’d been feeling the usual giddiness that heralded any evening like this, even before she’d entered the room, but after she saw the totem she’d been feeling truly ecstatic. The totem was going to revolutionize her field of study and she had Basil to thank for it, even if he would take all the credit. She shifted on her high heels slightly as he leaned in to take her tiny hand in his own, before shaking Kieran’s forcefully.
“Well then, now that you’ve had your inspection, what do you two think the totem was meant to symbolize?”
“Well..” Hannah said. “It seems that it’s clearly used in some sort of fertility ritual, most likely entailing a, well, orgy of some sort.” She blushed. “The inscription at the bottom seems to imply that the central figure is divinely powerful, holding command over and providing nourishment to the women that please him.”
Basil seemed pleased with this explanation, when the Professor began to speak. “An alternative theory we’ve also been working on is that the inscription is a warning, the central male being some sort of demonic figure, a spirit of unchained lust who feeds off the souls of the weak. Only by being appeased is the demon sated, keeping him at bay.”
Kinnock rubbed his chin and went silent for a moment, before breaking into a beaming grin. “Both of these interpretations would answer so many of the questions we have about the Mutabwe culture! I do hope you’ll stay on and continue studying the totem. It really is quite fascinating, isn’t it?”
“Truthfully, I know I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of it!” Laughing softly, Hannah tossed her head back towards the display, at the younger girl still studying it. “It’s just so interesting!” The Professor chuckled inwardly, his wife’s curiosity and interest still so strong even after all these years.
“Well, I don’t want to tie up either of you too much! Please, go and enjoy yourselves! The totem and all of the study it entails will still be here when the party finishes!” The man grinned, slapping Kieran on the shoulder with his thick hand. The two of them looked at each other and smiled dreamily as they wandered back off into the crowd, Basil turning back to speak to some other dilettante who’d bother to listen to his story.
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As the night went on, the alcohol began to flow more generously and freely. The pale cheeks of the attendants turned rosy and bright in the sterile air of the gallery, the wine increasing both in volume and quantity. Kieran was himself nursing a half drunk martini glass in his hand as his wife slumped her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He could catch a glimpse of his favourite pupil giggling into her drink at the bar, her ponytail somewhat messy and yet neatly curled around her neck. It seemed like the atmosphere of the entire party had been slowing down into a calm and drunken stupor. Even the harpist was beginning to haphazardly miss notes as she tugged at the stringed instrument, her bemused face giving her a tipsy air.
In the centre of the room, Basil stood, his raised voice still continuing on his favourite theme, interrupted now and then by the giggles of the small group that stood around him, listening intently.
As the Professor and his Wife slow danced to the sound of the harp stringing them along, they both waltzed past the totem, the obsidian looking for all the world as if it was sparkling. Hannah’s lidded eyes perked up as she gazed across the slutty figures playing with each other on the totem, smirking as her eyes drifted to the appalling ivory cock poking out so rudely. Suddenly she felt...really thirsty. She lazily twirled her fingers in circles on the back of Kieran’s neck as she giggled.
“Kieerraannn.. Get me a drink.”
“Get it yourself.”
“Poo, you’re no fun!” Hannah chuckled as she pushed Kieran away, her tipsy husband almost losing his balance for a moment as she tried to make her way over to the bar. It was just that her heels were so high and her dress was clinging so tightly to her sweaty body, forcing her to mince and strut with every step she took. It didn’t help that her dress was also so very short, letting everyone see the exposed camel toe on her panties as she swished and swayed across the room.
Janice waved a lazy hand as the other woman stepped up to the bar next to her. “Hi! This is such a great party, i’m having so much fun!” Hannah slumped on the bartop, grinning over at the girl. Suddenly she just felt so top-heavy… maybe she had had too much to drink after all. “I’m so glad you’re enjoying it!” Her hand drifted slowly over to hold the other girl’s. “My husband always said you were his best student, so of course we had to invite you to come!” Behind the bar, the young bartender slid two more glasses over, Hannah greedily grabbing hers to poor the cool liquid down her throat. Beside her she heard the choking sound change to a giggle, Janice’s strained t-shirt dribbling with red wine that has missed her mouth. “Oopsie.”
Hannah smiled. “Oh, don’t worry. You know, in ancient cultures, being so eager that you spill some food or drink was a sign of how much you were enjoying yourself.” Under her eyes, one drip of the crimson liquid rolled across the small dark stain, on the crest of the round chest beneath it. “If you want, you could always go in the back somewhere, i’m sure I have some old clothes you could change into if you wanted lying around here somewhere!”
“No, it’s ok.” Her finger dipping to collect the drop, all three women’s eyes followed it as it became an unconscious little caress, a stiff peak rising to poke out of the material. “It’s only a cultural thing, right? I mean, so are clothes, too. I could be completely naked if I really wanted!” The new wine glass quickly placed served just right to salve Hannah’s dry throat. “Has anyone ever told you how.. how young you look? I mean, for your age. You could probably pass as my sister!”
Hannah almost choked into her drink as well, but managed to gracefully down the wine in a fluid gulp. “Oh hush, don’t tease me like that. I’m old enough to be your mother.” Janice just grinned and twirled her lengthening ponytail around her fingers. “I’m serious! You look amazinngg~. Hee hee, this whole conversation is reminding me about all those weird anomalies about Mutabwe culture.” Hannah pursed her lips and ordered another drink. “You mean like how after the high period the Mutabwe seemed to just abandon clothes?”
Janice nodded eagerly as if her head was on a swivel. “Yeah! Or how after a while the only remains that are found are just breeding age females. It’s like, where did all the men go? Or the older women and stuff? Spooky right?” Hannah just rolled her eyes and arched her back, her dress barely straining to encapsulate her swelling bust. “Those are just myths Jan, they wouldn’t stand up to any academic rigour. We just haven’t found enough samples yet.”
“I know, right, I mean, how could a culture get by without any men? It just wouldn’t work.” Eyes glazed slightly as she put her glass back on the bartop. “They couldn’t go without… I mean, it makes no sense.”
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Going Native
The room was charged with joviality as the guests mingled and mixed with each other, cocktail glasses clenched tightly as the champagne popped and flowed, the dulcet sound of the harpist playing a lullaby to the museum’s newest acquisition. But even as the bodies milled around him, all Professor Sienkiewicz could do was gently adjust his glasses as he gazed up in astonishment at the enormous totem that loomed above them. He’d never dreamed he’d be able to see it in the flesh. 12 feet of magnificent, polished obsidian shone and glimmered in the gallery’s soft lighting, every angle and corner designed to guide the eye across the ivory relief figures that embedded themselves on it’s surface. He blushed as he gawked at multitudes of sculpted women, their exaggerated impossible forms exhibiting massive hips and bulbous breasts - and occasionally - gravid pregnant bellies, clearly denoting some sort of hyper fertility. They were all frozen in some sort of dance, a ritual, around a ferocious male figure at the centre of the totem, his enormous member towering over a woman who was kneeling low in supplication, his own groin tingling slightly..
“Wow.” a voice next to him gasped. “It’s so… expressive.”
He’d been so absorbed he hadn’t noticed Janice’s presence. He whipped around to find his favourite student gawking up at the totem with the same look of hushed reverence on her face, absently twisting her ponytail around her finger. When he’d been invited to help the museum curate the Kerezala Totem for the gala, he couldn’t help but bring her along as well. She’d spent years researching her thesis on the Mutabwe people, their sudden flourishing golden age and mysterious collapse.
“I still can’t believe it’s real.” Janice said. “I mean I’ve seen the pictures, but to actually see it face to face.. a totem from the Mutabwe high period this well preserved.. Just look at the details on the figures! The poses feel like they’re leaping out at me, they look so realistic despite all the exaggerations.”
“Yes. it’s breathtaking.” The Professor answered. “I didn’t think any still existed.”
“What do those characters around the base of the totem say..?”
“It was some sort of proverb, I think. “The strong will grow stronger while the lesser will quench their hunger” His eyes darted back to the central figure and his lips tightened into a barely hidden smirk. “I have a few guesses as to what it means.”
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Hannah giggled as she butted in between the two of them and sipped on her glass of champagne. “Honey, you need to tear your eyes off that statue for more than a minute. This is a party, remember? You two look like zombies standing there!”
For a moment Professor Sienkiewicz was stunned at the contrast between his wife and the student, her t-shirt and jeans making a night and day difference with Hannah’s dignified little black dress. Yet, she was always so alive and perky at these sorts of events, she even looked younger, the glow of excitement evident in her face, her own enjoyment of events like these shining through her. They’d met on a dig site years ago, back when he’d still been active in the field himself - the bright, attractive girl asking him question after question about whatever relics he’d had to hand, showing genuine interest in his work. Together they’d made a perfect match - his knowledge and research, allied to her own interest and growing knowledge as well as her enjoyment of social events like this, had been the main reason he’d managed to get this appointment in the first place, and create the collection that he had. It was as much her baby as his.
She deftly hooked her lithe arm around her husband’s and tugged insistently. “C’mon honey.” She grinned. “There’s some people I want you to meet.” With a gentle look of resignation the Professor stumbled along attached to his wife, looking back at his student glibly waving at the two of them and chuckling to herself. “Have fun, sir” she smiled, before turning back and circling the totem to inspect it closer, her breath fogging the glass as she leaned in.
There was a large mix of academia and upper crust society populating the gala, even though it had been intended to be a small function, the guest list had unwittingly ballooned out of control. But it was the first guest on the list that Hannah beelined for, the man who the totem was on loan from and who had originally acquired it for his private collection. Barrel chested and tall, he cut a strong figure for a man in his late 50’s, his silvery hair well matched to his dark olive complexion. His hands gesturing extravagantly as he expounded to the small group of guests trying to hide their boredom, Basil Kinnock (or “sir” Kinnock - the professor could never remember how those titles worked ) the old familiar story drifted through the room to the Professor’s ears. He, of course, had been intimately involved in every step of the process, finding, cataloguing, researching; there had been no step of the totem’s journey from desert sands to its position at rest on the high podium which hadn’t involved him to some degree. Inwardly he scoffed. Oh, in appearance he was everything the public might think of when asked to imagine an elder statesman of archaeology, still active in the field, but if his actual work was anything like the time he’d put in with the Professor the only time he had dust on his boots was when he’d left them to rest stored away in a cupboard somewhere. Not that he would risk a blemish on those expensive Italian loafers.
“Ahh! Kieran!” Basil shouted to the professor as he reluctantly drifted to the front of the crowd. “And Hannah. It’s truly an honour to be blessed with not one, but two of the most preeminent experts in the Mutabwe culture. Besides myself, of course.”
“Mmhmm, we’re very grateful you invited us, Sir Kinnock. The only reason my husband hasn’t had the time to thank you already is because he was so busy studying the artefact.” Hannah groaned. “I practically had to drag him away from the thing.”
“Now now, it’s not every day one gets to be exposed to a fully preserved Mutabwe Totem!” Basil exclaimed bombastically. “Though with such a fine creature on his arm it’s quite curious how Kieran could find the time to tear himself away.”
Hannah tittered nervously at his compliment, butterflies forming in her stomach as she took another long sip of the cool red wine. She’d been feeling the usual giddiness that heralded any evening like this, even before she’d entered the room, but after she saw the totem she’d been feeling truly ecstatic. The totem was going to revolutionize her field of study and she had Basil to thank for it, even if he would take all the credit. She shifted on her high heels slightly as he leaned in to take her tiny hand in his own, before shaking Kieran’s forcefully.
“Well then, now that you’ve had your inspection, what do you two think the totem was meant to symbolize?”
“Well..” Hannah said. “It seems that it’s clearly used in some sort of fertility ritual, most likely entailing a, well, orgy of some sort.” She blushed. “The inscription at the bottom seems to imply that the central figure is divinely powerful, holding command over and providing nourishment to the women that please him.”
Basil seemed pleased with this explanation, when the Professor began to speak. “An alternative theory we’ve also been working on is that the inscription is a warning, the central male being some sort of demonic figure, a spirit of unchained lust who feeds off the souls of the weak. Only by being appeased is the demon sated, keeping him at bay.”
Kinnock rubbed his chin and went silent for a moment, before breaking into a beaming grin. “Both of these interpretations would answer so many of the questions we have about the Mutabwe culture! I do hope you’ll stay on and continue studying the totem. It really is quite fascinating, isn’t it?”
“Truthfully, I know I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of it!” Laughing softly, Hannah tossed her head back towards the display, at the younger girl still studying it. “It’s just so interesting!” The Professor chuckled inwardly, his wife’s curiosity and interest still so strong even after all these years.
“Well, I don’t want to tie up either of you too much! Please, go and enjoy yourselves! The totem and all of the study it entails will still be here when the party finishes!” The man grinned, slapping Kieran on the shoulder with his thick hand. The two of them looked at each other and smiled dreamily as they wandered back off into the crowd, Basil turning back to speak to some other dilettante who’d bother to listen to his story.
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As the night went on, the alcohol began to flow more generously and freely. The pale cheeks of the attendants turned rosy and bright in the sterile air of the gallery, the wine increasing both in volume and quantity. Kieran was himself nursing a half drunk martini glass in his hand as his wife slumped her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He could catch a glimpse of his favourite pupil giggling into her drink at the bar, her ponytail somewhat messy and yet neatly curled around her neck. It seemed like the atmosphere of the entire party had been slowing down into a calm and drunken stupor. Even the harpist was beginning to haphazardly miss notes as she tugged at the stringed instrument, her bemused face giving her a tipsy air.
In the centre of the room, Basil stood, his raised voice still continuing on his favourite theme, interrupted now and then by the giggles of the small group that stood around him, listening intently.
As the Professor and his Wife slow danced to the sound of the harp stringing them along, they both waltzed past the totem, the obsidian looking for all the world as if it was sparkling. Hannah’s lidded eyes perked up as she gazed across the slutty figures playing with each other on the totem, smirking as her eyes drifted to the appalling ivory cock poking out so rudely. Suddenly she felt...really thirsty. She lazily twirled her fingers in circles on the back of Kieran’s neck as she giggled.
“Kieerraannn.. Get me a drink.”
“Get it yourself.”
“Poo, you’re no fun!” Hannah chuckled as she pushed Kieran away, her tipsy husband almost losing his balance for a moment as she tried to make her way over to the bar. It was just that her heels were so high and her dress was clinging so tightly to her sweaty body, forcing her to mince and strut with every step she took. It didn’t help that her dress was also so very short, letting everyone see the exposed camel toe on her panties as she swished and swayed across the room.
Janice waved a lazy hand as the other woman stepped up to the bar next to her. “Hi! This is such a great party, i’m having so much fun!” Hannah slumped on the bartop, grinning over at the girl. Suddenly she just felt so top-heavy… maybe she had had too much to drink after all. “I’m so glad you’re enjoying it!” Her hand drifted slowly over to hold the other girl’s. “My husband always said you were his best student, so of course we had to invite you to come!” Behind the bar, the young bartender slid two more glasses over, Hannah greedily grabbing hers to poor the cool liquid down her throat. Beside her she heard the choking sound change to a giggle, Janice’s strained t-shirt dribbling with red wine that has missed her mouth. “Oopsie.”
Hannah smiled. “Oh, don’t worry. You know, in ancient cultures, being so eager that you spill some food or drink was a sign of how much you were enjoying yourself.” Under her eyes, one drip of the crimson liquid rolled across the small dark stain, on the crest of the round chest beneath it. “If you want, you could always go in the back somewhere, i’m sure I have some old clothes you could change into if you wanted lying around here somewhere!”
“No, it’s ok.” Her finger dipping to collect the drop, all three women’s eyes followed it as it became an unconscious little caress, a stiff peak rising to poke out of the material. “It’s only a cultural thing, right? I mean, so are clothes, too. I could be completely naked if I really wanted!” The new wine glass quickly placed served just right to salve Hannah’s dry throat. “Has anyone ever told you how.. how young you look? I mean, for your age. You could probably pass as my sister!”
Hannah almost choked into her drink as well, but managed to gracefully down the wine in a fluid gulp. “Oh hush, don’t tease me like that. I’m old enough to be your mother.” Janice just grinned and twirled her lengthening ponytail around her fingers. “I’m serious! You look amazinngg~. Hee hee, this whole conversation is reminding me about all those weird anomalies about Mutabwe culture.” Hannah pursed her lips and ordered another drink. “You mean like how after the high period the Mutabwe seemed to just abandon clothes?”
Janice nodded eagerly as if her head was on a swivel. “Yeah! Or how after a while the only remains that are found are just breeding age females. It’s like, where did all the men go? Or the older women and stuff? Spooky right?” Hannah just rolled her eyes and arched her back, her dress barely straining to encapsulate her swelling bust. “Those are just myths Jan, they wouldn’t stand up to any academic rigour. We just haven’t found enough samples yet.”
“I know, right, I mean, how could a culture get by without any men? It just wouldn’t work.” Eyes glazed slightly as she put her glass back on the bartop. “They couldn’t go without… I mean, it makes no sense.”
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Happy Valentine's Day!
After a somewhat rocky go of it the last couple of months, I'm pleased to see that Christopher Leeson has been posting new work here and it has made me feel good about the intent of this site.
It's still somewhat difficult to find TG work that is not CD/TV oriented. What there is, is rather small but I present a couple of quick works I've found as a present to you all.
Knight of the Succubus by Cluedog!
It's still somewhat difficult to find TG work that is not CD/TV oriented. What there is, is rather small but I present a couple of quick works I've found as a present to you all.
Knight of the Succubus by Cluedog!
Friday, November 9, 2012
The Radio Station by Ms. Tiger Lilly
Short but very good!
Hope to see more from this author:)
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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.
Friday, November 2, 2012
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.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
The Next Day by Erin
Another blast from the past!
Hope you enjoy... part of a story I was telling with a friend...
Hope you enjoy... part of a story I was telling with a friend...
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Friday, September 14, 2012
Mysterious Bug Bite by Brandon Armstrong
Another oldie but goodie done for me by Brandon Armstrong:)
He's quite good!
He's quite good!
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
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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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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"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!"
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!"
Friday, September 7, 2012
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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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.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
A Cure for Hypertension by Ed Miller
I JUST got official permission from Ed to post his stories here. I am beyond pleased to know he's still around and responding to e-mails. Send the guy some love!
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A Cure for Hypertension by Ed Miller
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A Cure for Hypertension
by Ed Miller
- As usual, this is a story containing graphic sexual content. If you are not legally allowed to view such a story, don't download it, read it, touch it, lick it, eat it, burn it, use it for toilet paper, or even stand near it.If you do read it, send any comments to: zxcvbnm21@hotmail.com Or leave feedback if the site you're reading this on allows it. I always read it, even if I don't answer much, and I'm always interested to hear comments, even if it's just "nice story," or, for that matter "you suck."
If you want to know where the rest of my stories are archived, they're all at www.bearchive.com and nearly all of them are at www.fictionmania.comI should warn you, ladycyrrh (who was a reviewer way back on assm; this preface has become rather dated) labeled another of my stories "a fuckfest, but more literate than most." That is, of course, exactly what I was aiming for: a fuckfest. Literary worth belongs in literature. What you're reading now is smut. Be forewarned.
A Cure for Hypertension by Ed Miller
It all began with a trip to the doctor. That's certainly a simple, innocent-enough event, and the event itself was simple and innocent. It's just that it gave Janet an opening to do what she did.
Janet was (and I guess still is) my girlfriend. We'd been dating for almost a year when all this started. At 19 when we got together, she was almost 10 years younger than me, but we got along pretty well and she seemed to enjoy my company. I know I enjoyed hers. The way she looked, any man would.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Blue Milk by Bad Irving
Another oldie but goodie...
Even a fairly happy ending, too!
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Even a fairly happy ending, too!
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Blue Milk
DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF UNDER 18! It contains graphic sex and is for adults only.
by Bad Irving
Blue Milk, everybody had to have it. The first true aphrodisiac. One sip or mixed in another drink and the recipient was taken over by uncontrollable lust. Yea, right. But it was the latest craze sweeping the nation and my paper wanted a story. Kind of the latest fad of the month fluff piece.
Before getting too far into the story I decided I had to try the product out to see if there was any substance to the claim. So, I went out and bought some. At $30 an ounce that was the most expensive milk I had ever bought. It was in a blue cartoon with hearts all around it. The Name Blue Milk emblazoned on all sides but other than that it looked like your ordinary small cream carton. Under Blue Milk it read "the herbal milk". Then lower on the carton it said "Ingredients, Milk, herbal extract of Chinese roots, fortified with ginseng". Oh right ginseng that old western aphrodisiac that the Chinese only had ever claim promoted good health but some P.T. Barnum type in the west declared it an aphrodisiac as a marketing ploy, and hence a legend is born. It also had an expiration date of about 2 weeks from now on the bottom of the carton. Well, you wouldn't want your aphrodisiac to go bad do you? The box also held the address for the manufacturing plant on it. Hey, at least some part of this story is going to be easy after all!
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Changing Channels: Groundhog Day by Zouscha
Another author I can't believe I haven't gotten around to posting things by yet.... Zouscha!
He/she does wonderful work, really wonderful work. Admittedly, sometimes I'm not always a fan of the shemales that crop up but fortunately, there's usually so many other guys becoming buxom babes that I usually gloss right over those parts:)
But this one....this one has not only the main male character undergoing a change but also two girls getting changed (the girlfriend and her mother)! Never mind the main character's former secretary...
WARNING: The mother does the naughty with the son and the daughter and the daughter's boyfriend/girlfriend!
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He/she does wonderful work, really wonderful work. Admittedly, sometimes I'm not always a fan of the shemales that crop up but fortunately, there's usually so many other guys becoming buxom babes that I usually gloss right over those parts:)
But this one....this one has not only the main male character undergoing a change but also two girls getting changed (the girlfriend and her mother)! Never mind the main character's former secretary...
WARNING: The mother does the naughty with the son and the daughter and the daughter's boyfriend/girlfriend!
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The alarm went off at 6 AM, like it always did. I stirred groggily and looked over at my fiancée Leah. She looked so scrumptious lying there that I had half a mind to blow off work and make passionate love to her, but instead I gave her a little shake on the shoulder. She moaned that she was awake, and she padded off to the shower. Only having one bathroom in the apartment meant I was shaving while she was showering. It was hard to see in the steamed-up mirror, and sure enough, I nicked myself. We didn't talk much at breakfast. She had a big presentation she was making today, so she was dressed to impress in her best business attire. She just reminded me to stop by her mom's tonight on the way home and give her the book she'd just finished, and that we needed some milk from the grocery store. I'd pick her up at the train since she was working late. As luck would have it, in the lobby we saw Rudy, the building manager, and thanked him for installing the new satellite dish yesterday that was giving free cable to all the tenants. It had apparently been his idea. "Hope you enjoy it!" he said, cheerfully, clapping me on the shoulder. He was such a nice guy.
A Loveless Weekend by Reprobate/Kim Ott
And sometimes Charlotte can write captions where the end is less than bountiful happiness. Sometimes she gets a bit dark.
But damn, is it good writing.
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But damn, is it good writing.
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Thursday, August 16, 2012
Tuning Bimbos by Ellie Dauber
I always liked this one. Simple concept: remote control which changes reality and hormonal teenage boys leads to sexy disaster for said hormonal teenage boys;)
Hard to believe this is 13 years old. Yeesh.
Still a good one!
Hard to believe this is 13 years old. Yeesh.
Still a good one!
SRU: Tuning Bimbos by Ellie Dauber copyright 1999 "Man," Larry Bryce said, "I cannot believe the way Old Lady Reese came down on us." "I know," Bret Sanger said. "Two weeks' detention for one little joke." "Yeah, but it was almost worth it," Rick Quint said. "The way she screamed and everybody scattered when the mice jumped out of her drawer. Hell, half the guys in the class screamed." The three laughed, remembering what had happened when their teacher opened a desk drawer and a dozen white mice, liberated from the biology lab, scattered through the room. They'd gone directly from their senior English class to the Principal's Office to detention. Now, at 5 PM, they were "liberated", but they knew that they'd be spending two hours after school in detention for the next ten days. In no hurry to get home, they all piled in Bret's car and headed to the local mall. It would be crowded with kids to share in their triumph. *****
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