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Wished
“Aw did my dumb, little wife not realise how wishes work?
You asked for your husband to be more dominant. If only you’d been more specific.
Instead of your beta-cuck of a man, you’ve got me. A Queen.
Now lick my boots. If you’re a good girl I might show you some of our new toys.”
[F4M] [Script Fill] Ego Stroking [Big Cock Worship] [Begging] [JOI/JOE] [Needy] lots and lots of [size mentions] [sub for stud]
“God, I can’t take my eyes off your cock. I’m just mesmerized by it. “
Ego stroked. Mission accomplished.
First Contact: Character Creation
Jennifer had been waiting for months for “First Contact” to come out it was finally here. As the titled implied, the game allowed you to handle a first contact incident via any method you wished, from diplomacy to long term resistance movements or superheroes. Jennifer had been feeling pushed around at work as of late and decided it was time to push back (in the digital world, that is). When she got home, she loaded the game up immediately. After 20 minutes of updates, it was ready to go. The first menu came and she selected “new game” and then choose to oppose the aliens. The second menu gave her a much wider variety of options. Did she want to oppose them in the past, present, or future; as a human or another alien hiding on Earth, etc. After a couple minutes of scrolling, she finally found the option she wanted: SUPERHERO! The “superhero” menu brought up even more options and Jennifer went about designing her alter ego. She would be a tall female fitness model living in New York City. When she was done and clicked “accept”, a small warning popped up to inform her that she could not change her alter ego once her information was locked in. Jennifer clicked “ok.” She instantly found herself dressed and looking like her avatar, her former clothes completely shredded by the sudden transformation into her much larger form. Jennifer was shocked and ecstatic about her new figure… before she realized that she still had to complete the “heroine” portion of her profile. Here’s hoping she gets to enjoy those changes as well…
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This Woman is BEAUTIFUL
I am reposting this photo for a very different reason.
Some imbecile commented on this photo with a sick face and a pig face emoji.
I will not name names.
This woman is not just beautiful, she’s FUCKING HOT!!
Just because she isn’t anorexic like most of the models on here in NO WAY makes her FAT! She IS IN NO WAY FAT!
People are entitled to their own opinions but come on people. REALLY?!!
I shouldn’t say people, just this one imbecile, and you know who you are.
She’s gorgeous.
So… sort of the murdery version of this?
The reason Kevin had to die.
you can take one man’s trash to another man’s treasure but you can’t make it drink
Fun fact: the blending of idioms or cliches is called a malaphor.
My personal favorite is “We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.”
I’m rather fond of “It’s not rocket surgery” and “not the sharpest egg in the attic,” but my all-time favourite is, “…until the cows freeze over.”
You’ve opened this can of worms, now lie in it,
Hey, now. Let’s not count our chickens before they suck eggs.
Never rub another mans rhubarb.
Evie Hyde is much better than you just saying
I agree Evie is awesome
“just saying” isn't a license to be a dick. Like “with all due respect” doesn't really allow you to be disrespectful. If you’re a dick online, then you’re a dick in real life and people in real life think you’re a dick too!
Moving House
Paige was worried about moving, her Mom was dragging her halfway across the country and she couldn’t bear the thought of having to try and make friends and learn to fit in in a new school. She had never been particularly unpopular, but being plain as she was Paige had always had to work hard to be accepted and avoid getting picked on by the popular girls.
Luckily Paige had heard about something that could provide her with the perfect solution. The so called “Elixir” was supposed to help girls become pretty and popular. Rumour had it that Jenna Samuels had used it to become the queen bee and head bitch of their school.
With her impending move looming, Paige was determined to get her hands on some of this Elixir. She risked the wrath of Jenna Samuels and her gang of bitches as she begged and pleaded with her to give her some Elixir or at least share the secret of where she got it. Eventually Jenna relented and promised to get hold of a vial before Paige left town, in exchange for Paige keeping her secret and doing all of Jenna’s homework for the rest of the school year.
On the eve of the big move Jenna finally handed over the little vial of elixir. Paige was somewhat apprehensive about the whole thing so she asked what exactly she should expect.
“Don’t worry, you’re gonna love it babe!” Jenna said and explained that before taking the Elixir she had been plain and boring just like Paige, but once the elixir had turned her into the hottest girl in school she had realised how good it felt to be a bitch.
She had such a wicked grin on her face as she preceded to tell Paige tale after tale of manipulating everyone into doing what she wanted, even convincing half of the football team to cheat on their girlfriends with her.
Jenna’s words had Paige rattled, she was beginning to have second thoughts about this. Was it really worth it if she was going to become a bitch like Jenna. Of course Jenna made it sound like a good thing, but Paige had always been on the other side and wasn’t sure she wanted to become like that. For safekeeping she took the vial and packed it away in her jewellery box, until she had figured out what she wanted to do.
Paige spent the entire journey to the new house agonising about what she should do and continued to agonise for several more hours as she un-packed her things into her new room. Eventually she decided to go ahead and drink the elixir anyway, this was supposed to be a new start after all. But once she had made the decision she couldn’t seem to find her jewellery box anywhere.
Paige searched through her boxes more and more frantically, but her jewellery box was nowhere to be found. Once she had checked all of the boxes that were in her room, she ran down the stairs calling out “Mom! Have you seen my jewelry box?”
When she reached the bottom of the stairs she caught sight of her Mom and gasped. Her Mom, who looked as though she had lost about 40 pounds was wearing a tight, form fitting dress. When she turned around Paige saw that her face was covered in perfectly applied makeup and all of her wrinkles and imperfections were gone. But the thing that really shocked Paige was that her Mom now had the same wicked and bitchy look etched on her face that Jenna had always sported.
“Oh Mom! No!” Paige said as she clasped her hands over her mouth in despair at the crushing realisation of what had happened.
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Eat me/Drink me
Andrea and Denise had been best friends since childhood, but once they got into high school though that changed. Andrea had become the popular, bubbly, blonde cheerleader and Denise was your typical nerd who was more interested in atomic weights than celebrity weights. They still talked from time to time but it wasn’t anything like when they were younger.
One Saturday, the girls decided to meet up for coffee at the cafe and Denise had a plan to get her best friend back! She had found out that the cheerleaders all had taken something called the Elixir which enhanced their “bitchy side” making them more confident and enhancing their physical attributes. She’d managed to obtain a small vial of the Elixir and decided rather than take it, to find a way to counteract it’s effects. After months of research she had found what seemed to be the answer and had cooked the anti-Elixir into a banana nut muffin and planned to return her friend to normal. Little did she realize that Andrea also had plans, to help bring Denise onto the cheer squad by secretly slipping the Elixir into her coffee and turning her into a bitchy bimbo.
“One venti soy, decaf, amaretto mocha and a venti, caramel latte with extra foam.”, Andrea told the barista at the counter, smiling to herself as she stood waiting for the order to carry back to the table. She would make Denise over just like she had been, big tits, a bitchy attitude and a sex drive that would put a rabbit to shame. She missed her bestie and this was the only way she knew of to bring them back together. Pouring the vial into the caramel latte she walked over to where Denise was sitting, smiling like the cat that just ate the canary.
Denise smiled as she watched her friend walk over and pulled out the muffin, smiling innocently at Andrea. “Mom sends her love, and your absolute favorite! I know you’re doing the whole gluten free thing now so she made sure to make it gluten free just for you and I’ve gotta say they are amazing!”
“Aww! I got you your favorite too! Caramel latte with extra foam right? I mean we’ve both changed so much I wasn’t sure if it was still. Either way you’re going to love it! The new barista does amazing things with coffee.”, Andrea smirked.
“I’ve missed this! Us just sitting around drinking coffee, talking about absolutely nothing important at all. Here’s to us and renewing old friendships!” Denise raised her cup, clinked it with Andrea’s and took a sip as Andrea bit into the muffin with an evil grin. Neither one knowing what was about to transpire.
Andrea looked at Denise and wondered why the change hadn’t started to take effect yet but just shrugged and thought to herself, “The cafe might not be the best place for the change to happen… I remember when I went through it…”, looking at Denise, who was oblivious to what was about to happen. “Hey I’ve got an idea! Let’s get these to go and go to my house and watch a movie! The new Channing Tatum just dropped on Netflix.”
Denise smiled and nodded, not sure how long the anti-elixir would take to start working. They got up and left, heading back to Andrea’s house. Along the way, Andrea couldn’t help but notice that Denise’s butt was starting to fill out the baggy sweats that she was wearing or that her top was getting a little tight as her breasts began to expand. She smiled and reached over and gave Denise a pat on the butt smiling. Denise just looked back at her kind of confused, wondering why she was suddenly thinking about how sexy her bestie looked in the crop top and booty shorts she was wearing, and how hot her hair looked with the pink streaks in it.
As they reached Andrea’s house, Andrea had started to feel a bit of a tickle in her throat and coughed. It was a deep throaty cough at that, which threw her off as she had always managed to keep her coughs sounding cute and feminine, but she figured she just felt so comfortable around Denise that she could put aside her bimbo cheerleader aesthetic and be herself. She felt slightly dizzy as she opened the door and told Denise to have a seat on the couch because she was going to go make some popcorn for the movie.
Denise just giggled and said, “Okies! Make mine with no butter cuz I’m like totes on a diet babe!”, her exclamation took her by surprise because it was far from how she normally talked. She suddenly realized that Andrea must have dosed her with the Elixir and quickly dug into her bag for the second anti-elixir muffin. She had been prepared for just such a situation knowing how badly the cheerleaders loved to recruit and transform girls like her. While Andrea was gone Denise gobbled down the muffin, and sat back waiting for her friend to return. After a few minutes she grew concerned and went into the kitchen to check on her. What she found though completely blew her mind…
Andrea’s hair had shortened to a rather masculine length, and her chest seemed smaller as she turned around. She had her hand in her pants and a puzzled look on her face. “Umm something weird is going on Denise… I don’t feel right… I…”, with that Andrea’s eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed. Denise rushed over to her and checked her pulse, it seemed normal enough. She tried pulling Andrea’s hand from her shorts but couldn’t, because she had a firm tight grip on what appeared to be… a penis?!?!? Denise leaned down and started giving her friend mouth to mouth, trying to wake her… him up. Andrea slowly came to and looked dazed and confused. He pulled his hand from his shorts and looked at Denis in bewilderment. He began to speak in a slightly deeper pitch, “What’s happening to me? I… have a fucking cock! What the fuck was in that muffin? Why aren’t you blonde and giggly? The Elixir should have taken full effect by now, your tits are back to their normal C cup size and mine are almost non-existent!!!”
Denise sat down on the floor beside him, not sure what had happened. Her only hypothesis was that prolonged usage and exposure to the original Elixir had permeated with Andrea’s DNA so much that the anti-elixir had completely erased her feminine characteristics. “OK. Please don’t get upset but I know about the Elixir and took a vial from Sofie’s locker a few months ago and started developing an antidote… I didn’t know it would effect you like this but it’s OK I think I can fix it! If I give you a couple of drops of the Elixir, I think it will balance out your system and return you to normal, but we are going to have to wait a day or two because the anti-elixir has to pass from your system first. I don’t want to fuck you up any worse than you already are. I don’t know how we’re going to explain this to your mom.”
“A COUPLE OF DAYS?!?!? I HAVE TO BE A GUY FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS?!? What in the name of all things holy gives you the right to fuck with my happiness like this? I liked myself on the Elixir! You’re the one who had a problem with me being popular and having fun with life! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!?!?” Andrea shouted at Denise.
Sobbing, Denise lowered her head, not even able to make eye contact with Andrea. “I wanted my best friend back, not the girl who ignored my texts, or made fun of me in the lunch room. I loved the old you! You were funny, beautiful, and smart! Once Sofie got her claw’s into you, you became a total bitch that everybody was afraid of saying no to! I want the girl I am in love with back!!!”
Andrea sat there with a shocked look on his face, Denise’s words still ringing in his ears. “In love with? Why didn’t you ever tell me? Did you ever stop to think that maybe I took the Elixir because I was in love with you too and wanted to be beautiful for you? Well I DID! I wanted you to look at me and see someone sexy not plain boring Andrea. Hell now I’m not even Andrea, what the fuck are we going to call me now???” Denise scratched her chin as she noticed Andrea’s thick, dark, stubble. She went and grabbed a mirror from the bathroom and brought it back so he could see what was happening to himself. His jaw dropped as he saw his chiseled jaw, his thin stubble, the short dark hair on his head.
“Andre… call me Andre…” he said as he stood up. His shorts forcing themselves open as the newly grown penis grew too large for the prison of Andrea’s booty shorts. Denise eyes went wide as saucers as she laid eyes upon the massive thing. She couldn’t help but lick her lips when she saw it. It had to have been at least 9 inches long and the thickness… she was sure it was thicker than a soda can. What was truly odd was that the penis seemed to have grown from Andre’s clit, the vagina otherwise seemed intact and this fascinated Denise to no end.
“Can I touch it? I mean, I get it if you say no because your body, your choice. I just have never seen one face to face and yours is rather impressive.” Denise blushed. She had never even had an interest in penis before, so why was her best friends newly grown penis so enthralling to her? Andre just kind of looked confused and nodded.
Denise, slowly reached out and took it in her hand, it felt so warm and hard, the throb of it felt so amazing in her hand that she couldn’t help but start stroking it. Andre started shaking as she did and the juices from his pussy began to drip down his thighs. He had never as a girl felt anything so amazing! Was this how the guys that Andrea had given handjobs and blowjobs to had felt? If so he could totally understand why they followed her around like lost little puppies. This pleasure was beyond his description.
Denise was fighting the urge to wrap her mouth around it when she caught the lost empty look in Andre’s deep blue eyes. She couldn’t fight it any longer and opened her mouth wide, engulfing the cock with her mouth as she slid two fingers into his still dripping pussy. She was surprised at how tight it was after so many exploits with the guys on the football, basketball, and lacrosse teams. It must have been an effect of.. THE ELIXIR! That’s why she was so horny! The anti-elixir hadn’t stopped all of the effects. Her libido was in overdrive!
To be continued…
It dawned on me this morning, that there are so few ftm transformation erotica stories and I think this needs to be a thing.
it’s all you americans talk about… liminal space this… cryptid that
america is big, we got.,.,.,. its a lot happening here
It’s at least 3,000 miles just from the East Coast to the West, depending on where you start.
If I try to drive from here in Maine to New Mexico, it’s 2,400 miles.
From here to Oregon, 800 miles from my current residence to my relatives in NJ, then another 3,000 miles after that.
A brisk 8 day drive that meanders through mountains, forests, corn fields, dry, flat, empty plains, more mountains, and then a temperate rain forest in Oregon.
The land has some seriously creepy stuff, even just right outside our doors.
There is often barking sounds on the other side of our back door.
At 3 am.
When no one would let their dog out.
It’s a consensus not to even look out the fucking windows at night.
Especially during the winter months.
Nothing chills your heart faster than sitting in front of a window and hearing footsteps breaking through the snow behind you, only to look and not see anything.
I live in a tiny town whose distance from larger cities ranges from 30 miles, to 70 miles. What is in between?
Giant stretches of forests, swamps, pockets of civilization, more trees, farms, wildlife, and winding roads. All of which gives the feeling of nature merely tolerating humans, and that we are one frost heave away from our houses being destroyed, one stretch of undergrowth away from our roads being pulled back into the earth.
And almost every night, we have to convince ourselves that the popping, echoing gunshot sounds are really fireworks, because we have no idea what they might be shooting at.
There’s a reason Stephen King sets almost all his stories in Maine.
New Mexico, stuck under Colorado, next to Texas, and uncomfortably close to Arizona. I grew up there. The air is so dry your skin splits and doesn’t bleed. Coyotes sing at night. It starts off in the distance, but the response comes from all around. The sky, my gods, the sky. In the day it is vast and unfeeling. At night the stars show how little you truly are. This is the gentle stuff. I’m not going to talk about the whispered tales from those that live on, or close, to the reservations. I’m not going to go on about the years of drought, or how the ground gives way once the rain falls. The frost in the winter stays in the shadows, you can see the line where the sun stops. It will stay there until spring. People don’t tell you about the elevation, or how thin the air truly is. The stretches of empty road with only husks of houses to dot the side of the horizon. There’s no one around for miles except those three houses. How do they live out here? The closest town is half an hour away and it’s just a gas station with a laundry attached. No one wants to be there. They’re just stuck. It has a talent for pulling people back to it. I’ve been across the country for years, but part of me is still there. The few that do get out don’t return. A visit to family turns into an extended stay. Car troubles, a missed flight, and then suddenly there’s a health scare. Can’t leave Aunt/Uncle/Grandparent alone in their time of need. It’s got you. Roswell is a joke. A failed National Inquirer article slapped with bumperstickers and half-assed tourist junk. The places that really run that chill down the spine are in the spaces between the sprawling mesas and hidden arroyos. Stand at the top of the Carlsbad Caverns trail. Look a mile down into the darkness. Don’t step off the path. just don’t.
The Land of Entrapment
here in minnesota we’re making jokes about how bad is the limescale in your sink
pretending we don’t know we’re sitting on top of limestone caverns filled with icy water
pretending we don’t suspect something lives down there
dammit jesse now I want to read about the things that live down there
meanwhile in maryland the summer is killing-hot, the air made of wet flannel, white heat-haze glazing the horizon, and the endless cicadas shrilling in every single tree sound like a vast engine revving and falling off, revving and falling off, slow and repeated, and everything is so green, lush poison-green, and you could swear you can hear the things growing, hear the fibrous creak and swell of tendrils flexing
and sometimes in the old places, the oldest places, where the salt-odor of woodsmoke and tobacco never quite go away, there is unexplained music in the night, and you should not try to find out where it’s coming from.
@gallusrostromegalus
The intense and permanent haunting of a land upon which countess horrors have been visited, and that is too large and wild for us to really comprehend is probably the most intense and universal American feeling.
here in minnesota
We’re fucking what now
I hunted back through hundreds and hundreds of likes to find this post. This post is so much my jam. It speaks to me on some sort of primal level that is difficult to articulate. I hope to someday be able to write vaguely creepy stories about the vast, empty spaces of the US, too.
I love this thread.
it’s all you americans talk about… liminal space this… cryptid that
america is big, we got.,.,.,. its a lot happening here
It’s at least 3,000 miles just from the East Coast to the West, depending on where you start.
If I try to drive from here in Maine to New Mexico, it’s 2,400 miles.
From here to Oregon, 800 miles from my current residence to my relatives in NJ, then another 3,000 miles after that.
A brisk 8 day drive that meanders through mountains, forests, corn fields, dry, flat, empty plains, more mountains, and then a temperate rain forest in Oregon.
The land has some seriously creepy stuff, even just right outside our doors.
There is often barking sounds on the other side of our back door.
At 3 am.
When no one would let their dog out.
It’s a consensus not to even look out the fucking windows at night.
Especially during the winter months.
Nothing chills your heart faster than sitting in front of a window and hearing footsteps breaking through the snow behind you, only to look and not see anything.
I live in a tiny town whose distance from larger cities ranges from 30 miles, to 70 miles. What is in between?
Giant stretches of forests, swamps, pockets of civilization, more trees, farms, wildlife, and winding roads. All of which gives the feeling of nature merely tolerating humans, and that we are one frost heave away from our houses being destroyed, one stretch of undergrowth away from our roads being pulled back into the earth.
And almost every night, we have to convince ourselves that the popping, echoing gunshot sounds are really fireworks, because we have no idea what they might be shooting at.
There’s a reason Stephen King sets almost all his stories in Maine.
New Mexico, stuck under Colorado, next to Texas, and uncomfortably close to Arizona. I grew up there. The air is so dry your skin splits and doesn’t bleed. Coyotes sing at night. It starts off in the distance, but the response comes from all around. The sky, my gods, the sky. In the day it is vast and unfeeling. At night the stars show how little you truly are. This is the gentle stuff. I’m not going to talk about the whispered tales from those that live on, or close, to the reservations. I’m not going to go on about the years of drought, or how the ground gives way once the rain falls. The frost in the winter stays in the shadows, you can see the line where the sun stops. It will stay there until spring. People don’t tell you about the elevation, or how thin the air truly is. The stretches of empty road with only husks of houses to dot the side of the horizon. There’s no one around for miles except those three houses. How do they live out here? The closest town is half an hour away and it’s just a gas station with a laundry attached. No one wants to be there. They’re just stuck. It has a talent for pulling people back to it. I’ve been across the country for years, but part of me is still there. The few that do get out don’t return. A visit to family turns into an extended stay. Car troubles, a missed flight, and then suddenly there’s a health scare. Can’t leave Aunt/Uncle/Grandparent alone in their time of need. It’s got you. Roswell is a joke. A failed National Inquirer article slapped with bumperstickers and half-assed tourist junk. The places that really run that chill down the spine are in the spaces between the sprawling mesas and hidden arroyos. Stand at the top of the Carlsbad Caverns trail. Look a mile down into the darkness. Don’t step off the path. just don’t.
The Land of Entrapment
here in minnesota we’re making jokes about how bad is the limescale in your sink
pretending we don’t know we’re sitting on top of limestone caverns filled with icy water
pretending we don’t suspect something lives down there
dammit jesse now I want to read about the things that live down there
meanwhile in maryland the summer is killing-hot, the air made of wet flannel, white heat-haze glazing the horizon, and the endless cicadas shrilling in every single tree sound like a vast engine revving and falling off, revving and falling off, slow and repeated, and everything is so green, lush poison-green, and you could swear you can hear the things growing, hear the fibrous creak and swell of tendrils flexing
and sometimes in the old places, the oldest places, where the salt-odor of woodsmoke and tobacco never quite go away, there is unexplained music in the night, and you should not try to find out where it’s coming from.
@gallusrostromegalus
The intense and permanent haunting of a land upon which countess horrors have been visited, and that is too large and wild for us to really comprehend is probably the most intense and universal American feeling.
here in minnesota
We’re fucking what now
I hunted back through hundreds and hundreds of likes to find this post. This post is so much my jam. It speaks to me on some sort of primal level that is difficult to articulate. I hope to someday be able to write vaguely creepy stories about the vast, empty spaces of the US, too.
Zodiac Mindwarp invades a girls boarding school, with sexy (?) results!
Reblog if it's okay to talk dirty to you 😈🍆💦
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