The Identity Death of Evan Michael Turner by Laisy Faire

MOD NOTE:  Another one by my old friend:)  Hope all enjoy!
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Something was creeping up Evan's leg, something insectile, something with horrid little legs that made his skin crawl. He wasn't sure what it could be, but the micro-movements of his leg hair confirmed that it was there. He knew something like this would happen; nothing good ever came from spending the day outside, but he was not about to miss the chance to see his little sister's track meet, not when he saw so little of her. Work kept him busy and made the hour drive back to his home town a tricky prospect on most days, so he was making the best of the opportunity while he had it, even if it meant braving a slightly chilly spring day. The bug was persistent, he had to give it that. Its six spindly legs tickled their way up his shin at a glacial speed, inch by inch, step by step, making him squirm in his seat. He brushed at his pant leg, hoping the pest would give up on its trek, but his relief only lasted a moment. All he managed to do was embolden his tormentor. It made Evan begin to worry about what exactly was pestering him. The cool air and lack of standing water probably ruled out a mosquito, which would otherwise be the most likely suspect. An ant also seemed likely—hopefully a black one—the red ones bite after all. The idea of something biting him made him worry even more. What if the intruder had eight legs instead of six? Oh god, it was probably a spider searching for warmth. His arachnophobia spiked. The world became dark. There was nothing but Evan and the arachnid on his leg. His pulse quickened. Nausea gripped his stomach, threatening to rip it right out of his torso. He was going to die right here, right now, and all because he was trying to be a good brother. This might seem an irrational thought to a rational person, but Evan's preternatural paranoia made it clear that the spider on his leg could only be one species—the brown recluse. Of all the spiders he could imagine attacking him, it was the one he feared the most. Black widows advertise themselves with the bright red hourglass on their bodies, but a brown recluse, well, how was he supposed to get close enough to see the fiddle on their backs? Thus all brown spiders were brown recluses to him and since many spiders were brown, that meant that the fiddle-backed monstrosities were lurking everywhere, waiting to kill him. He was so stricken by this thought, that it took him a moment to notice when the tickling sensation from his right leg moved to his left as well. There was more than one. There was an entire horde of spiders out to get him. The hair on his legs wiggled and itched as if a wave of spiders was crawling up his calves. And then he felt them on his arms, and between his legs, and all across his chest. Everywhere that Evan had body hair, the spiders took up residence.

“Oh! Oh god! Get them off! Get them off!”

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/

AgraRipe by Limerick

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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.”

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.

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 --”

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.

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.

A Loveless Weekend by Reprobate/Kim Ott

Sometimes Charlotte's caps aren't always sweet.....

Sometimes there's revenge.

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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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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.

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!

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.

*****

The Evolution of Nick by CBlack

This is an awesome set of transitions which come from probably the best of the premium comics on TGComics.com, Road Trip!

If you guys aren't members already, get in on that pronto!

It's about the same price as a good graphic novel and it features a slow physical and mental transformation which is as hot as anything else I've ever read:)

http://tgcomics.com/premium/premium.php

Highly recommended!

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Changing For Gym by Xoop

Hey guys! here's one of my frist 10 outta 10 on my Fuji scale! this is a brilliantly crafted story by Xoop.
And be watching from a special comic to come later this year! (hopefully...)


Fuji


Hill Street High School was built in the early 1990's in response to the
town's recent growth. Too, the old school was a remnant of the 1920's,
and looked it. The town had eventually given in to the inevitable and
voted in a new school.

The new building had everything. As befitted area weather, it was
totally enclosed (except for the athletic's fields, of course). Yet its
public areas never felt claustrophobic, for it relied a great deal on
glass. The cafeteria was large and clean, the library well-stocked even
with fiction, and the gymnasium included an indoor pool.

Perhaps the most unusual change from old to new concerned the lockers.
The architect had visited the old school and was shocked at the students
crowding into too-narrow hallways made even worse by the lockers lining
each wall. They were nearly impassible, and the man vowed not to carry
that over. Instead he placed the lockers in the gym's changing rooms
larger, and the rooms themselves were much expanded. There was a
second, smaller changing room for each gender in case of overflow. Each
student would use a single locker there, accessible at any time. In
return the hallways would be clearer, quieter, with plenty of room on
the walls for announcements, art, or displays. The architect felt the
extra space needed for the expanded changing rooms was more than
justified, and the students more or less agreed.

The architect put his heart and soul into the school, this community
building for the good of all. The workers who built it were the same
way. After all, they were a local firm; it'd be their kids going there.

All that care, all that attention, can have an effect. At Hill Street
High School, it did. The place gained something of a soul of its own.
It took care of the students -- the computer lab had almost no technical
problems and the cafeteria food was unusually tasty. It took care of
the teachers -- school supplies such as pencils and books were never in
short supply and everyone's drink of choice was available in the
lounge. And it took care of itself. Litter was infrequent and
disappeared quickly. The same could be said of graffiti. Each of the
three janitors thought another had taken care of it. Sometimes they
were even right. Everything was perfect.

And the school was happy.

Delivery in Under 30 Minutes! by CBlack

An oldie but a goodie by one of the most sensual, sexual CG artists I've seen in this realm!

Two bursts of Administrative bullshit followed up by two content filled posts:)

*originally posted on TG Comics

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Tag, You're It! by Tina Noble

This is from one of my favorite unsung authors... Tina Noble:)

I don't think this was ever fully finished but.....sometimes that's how it goes.  What is there is very good, though.

Tag, you’re it.

    Cal crouched in the corner of the “field”, the gigantic maze in which the game was played.  He had been on the waiting list for months.  Anyone could play, and some played often.  It was the most popular show on the Omninet, and winning the game could set you up for life.  If you were a poor, low level worker from a mine, well the game could be attractive.  If you won, you got enough creds to live well for at least a decade, and to exist without having to work for the rest of your days.  If you lost, well, Cal did not want to think about that.
     He stood up from his hiding place.   He held the zapper in one hand as he backed up to a wall, his muscular frame covered in the dark blue body suit.  Two days of stubble blanketed his face under straight dark, hair.  The producers told him not to shave, that the audience liked it better that way.  He knew from watching that they were right.  He slid along the wall, confident that he could win.

Where Trophies Are Made by SP2000

A cap series I had requested of the wonderfully talented (see his blog linked on this site!) SP2000.  It's a wonderful read, full of good details;)

 

Something Slutty This Way Comes by Vengeance1701

A caption series I did for the lovely Stormy!

FE336 by Serenity

The first story I read of Serena's...er, Serenity's....  got me hooked to her nice step by step method of transformation:)

FE336
By: Serenity

(My first attempt at a story.)( WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes,
Sci-Fi, explicit sex, bad words, and should not be viewed by anyone
under 18 unless accompanied by an adult. Please do not repost, copy, use
or alter this story without permission from the author, enjoy!)

June 8th, 2007 0900 hours

Log Entry 1125: Dr. William Birch, Senior Research Analyst, reporting.
For the time being, that is. This log is being created to document the
events and effects following the accidental release of viral compound
FE336 this morning during laboratory procedure 17b. The lab has been
sealed off, as well as the residential floor, per standard procedures.
While there have been no immediate effects yet, test results on the
rhesus monkeys last month showed that I can expect...well that I can
expect what will amount to a complete gender reversal over the span of a
few days. While this is of course distressing, at least it has been
contained to the lab and did not escape to the outside. I'll be taking
this log for posterity, and perhaps it will be useful later when we
engineer a strain of antivirus to reverse the effects. For now, lets
take a catalog of my physical characteristics so that comparisons may be
drawn later.
Height:6'1"
Weight:210
Eye Color: Brown
Hair: Brown (With some gray)
As for my male measurements, from the results of the primate testing, my
guess is that it won't matter in about 36 hours. Birch Out.

Soon by Serenity

Here's a story by a girl who just loves to get a bit dirty!

I call her Serena but everyone else calls her Serenity!

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Some might say that I've been out of the game too long. That I am washed
up. That I lost my edge. They look at the production numbers, point to
their visually pleasing, but all too cliche charts and powerpoints, and
say that my time is over. That new blood is needed. And old Mr. Williams
is not. Do you know what I said? After all the preening, all the bullet
points and buzzwords, all the sneering smiles on the young pack of hyenas
who just got their business degrees from Phoenix University? I calmly
leaned forward, smoothed out my custom tailored italian suit coat, and in
a gruff, low, growling voice, I said. "Fuck you, You're Fired."

As their jaws dropped, I smugly sat back and thought one thing.


Damn. It's good to be the boss.