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Just for a Week

I couldn't believe that just a second ago, I was a guy, and now I was staring at my new, obviously female hands with slender fingers and nails that were way too long. My breasts felt like two foreign, heavy water bags had been strapped to me, bouncing ridiculously with every little movement. I blinked, unable to believe my eyes, immediately noticing that even my eyelashes seemed too long.

— What the fuck, dude?! — I blurted out, realizing just how much my voice had changed. I sounde...

Almost Everything Like Before

— Is this… is this really Zimmermann?! — Michelle exhaled, her eyes widening.

She ran her hand over the delicate fabric, as if refusing to believe she was actually holding a luxury dress. The airy material slid smoothly under her fingers, the seams were perfect, and the floral pattern looked hand-painted.

— Yeah. What, doesn’t it look like it? — Suzanne tried to smirk, but it came out awkward—her lips curled into more of a playful smile than her usual rough bravado.<...

Is This Love?

Sometimes I don’t really understand why, but with some new stories, I feel the urge to publish them the moment I finish writing...

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Soft rays of morning sunlight gilded the room, gliding across the body of a young woman cozily nestled in bed. She lazily ran her hand over the sheet, pulling it closer, feeling the gentle fabric sliding over her new, oh-so-sensitive skin. Her fingers brushed against her breasts — a faint tingling swept through her body. She sighed sof...

Just Another Stream

The violet light from the neon lamps, hung up specifically for the evening stream, filled Lillian's small room. In the center of the room was a pink armchair with a fluffy backrest, behind it neatly arranged shelves filled with stuffed animals. Everything in this space screamed of her new persona: a young, naive, carefree girl who made money by streaming games online, even though the viewers loved her for something entirely different. However, deep inside her mind, Malcolm was still there, th...

Two Weeks Off

The room reeked of sex and alcohol, while Max’s mind spiraled in chaotic confusion. He sat hunched at the edge of the bed, feeling the weight of large, heavy tits hanging from his chest, tugging unfamiliar skin downward and bouncing slightly with every breath. Every movement echoed with a strange sensation, like some heavy foreign weights had been strapped to his ribs—ones he didn’t even want to touch right now.

— This... this is just a dream, drugs... or some fucking mind game,...

Selfie for the Former Lackey

"This asshole has completely lost it," Lina thought, inhaling the bitter smoke of her cigarette through her plump lips while holding her phone in her hands. "Thinks I'm just some fucking whore now, huh?! I'll bury him alive when I get my life and body back."

She stood in the bathroom, leaning against the sink. The mirror in front of her reflected her new appearance: dark hair with a slight wave, straight bangs, eyes slightly squinted and emphasized with eyeliner. The cigarette dangled f...

Elven Assistant

Bright rays of sunlight poured into my small room as I stared into the mirror, unblinking, trying to understand—was that really me? Or rather… her. My breasts... God, they weren’t just huge, they were massive. When I inhaled, the fabric stretched to its limit, buttons creaking ominously, and I had to hold my breath to avoid… something utterly ridiculous. My tits felt alive, heavy, and God, how they pulled on my shoulders, making me arch my back—just the way he, the professor, wanted...

Help, my dad is now my younger sister

Part 1

— And what the hell is this?! — Lily shrieked, her voice echoing through the empty school hallway. The bell had already sent everyone to class, and the last student had just disappeared. She stood across from Jason, her eyes blazing like she'd just been betrayed in the most humiliating and unexpected way. Her long hair bounced slightly as she spun toward him, her whole body tense. The pearl necklace trembled on her neck, and the cuffs of her grey blazer cracked with strain �...

Being a Queen

Yeah... now this is luxury...

I'm just sitting here, staring through this perfectly oval skylight above me, with the sky looking so close, like if I reached out, I'd touch those fluffy, cotton-candy clouds. But I don’t reach. I just sit there, leaning back on my hands a bit, feeling how the fabric of these panties digs annoyingly between my ass cheeks.

Once, my ex answered my question about whether it was comfortable to wear thongs with a slight smile, saying —

— You g...

Free Genie #11 - Women should know their place

The room was filled with pleasant scents—a mix of perfume, a light hint of body lotion, and something sweet. Vanilla, maybe? Or something floral? If someone had asked Valery what exactly filled the air, she could have answered easily. Of course, that is, if Adam even allowed her to speak.

She was on all fours on the bed, staring into a large mirror. Tanned skin, long dark hair, perfect facial features—everything looked so seductive, so feminine, so… humiliating. Her body was wrapp...

Just a routine job for a time traveler

— Ugh, damn it, what the hell... — he muttered through clenched teeth, struggling to fasten the cursed strap on the shoe. His fingers trembled—whether from frustration or the unsettling softness of these unfamiliar hands that refused to cooperate. A cigarette dangled precariously from the corner of his lips as he cursed and tugged at the clasp.

Click. Done.

He straightened up, shaking his head irritably in an attempt to fling back the long, heavy hair that clung to his face....

Simple tasks - Episode 2

Episode 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/126988711

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“Shit, shit, shit,” — Martin kept repeating in his mind, slowly walking down the alley, glancing around, feeling how his thigh twitched with every step, like someone invisible was pulling his pelvis to the side, making him walk with a light, almost flirty sway he had absolutely no control over. His breasts — huge, unbearably heavy — were ...

Simple tasks - Episode 3 - polls

What did Martin choose?

1 - Makeup Lock — Your face becomes more attractive: perfectly matched makeup. Your makeup will no longer wear off. Always flawless.

2 - City Map — A mental map of Los-Parks is added to your memory. No street names. Landmarks only.

3 - Level 1 Purse — A small trendy purse. Inside: lip gloss, a handkerchief, your boyfriend’s number (boyfriend comes as a bonus).

4 - Accelerated Adaptation to the Female Body (movement, posture, gracefulness...

My Dad the Influencer Chick

— Hey everyone! It’s Mark... Marsha Blendor! Missed me? — she said in a cheerful, mischievous voice, leaning in a bit closer to the screen to fit perfectly into the frame. Her dark hair, tied in a ponytail, gently fell over her shoulder, and her big DD-sized tits were tightly pressed against the fabric of her tight black sports tank top. She sat in the driver’s seat, leaning forward slightly — just enough to show the slight post-run blush and the flawless boob cut. Marsha had really...

To Stay Forever... - Portuguese

Hello everyone! I’ve corrected the error regarding the language spoken in Brazil and updated all the captions. Everything should now be more accurate...

Simple tasks - Episode 1

"A-a-a-a-and let's start our show!" — the loud voice of the announcer rang in Martin's head, making him jerk as if he'd been electrocuted.

His eyes snapped open, but the world around him was nothing like he expected. He wasn’t in his room, not at the office, and not even at some bar where his friends might’ve dragged him after a good—or not-so-good—evening. No.

The scent of dampness, metal, and old concrete filled his nostrils. Wooden pallets, dirty cardboard boxes, and ...

To Stay Forever... POV

To Stay Forever...

Zach Taylor, a 27-year-old IT guy from San Diego, tired of office life and everyday hustle, finally takes the dream vacation he’s been craving — to Brazil. But everything comes to an end, especially when the days are so bright, emotional, and intense. Wanting to extend the joy is only natural, so who could’ve known that one casual, offhand phrase on the last day of his trip — “I wish I could stay here forever...” — would trigger something like this…

To Stay Forever... - Transformation

A small preview of tomorrow's Saturday story =)

In the archive

Closing my eyes and taking another deep breath, I try to focus on calming myself. The thoughts in my head are a jumbled mess, and it's all I can do to keep myself from screaming in frustration. Damn. He send me to the archive room and talked to me like i was a real stupid secretary, not his best lawyer who he worked with for years.

Thanks to this fucking behavioral correction program approved by this fucking government. Bullshit, complete bullshit, I was even one of those who supported...

You = Me, Me ≠ You

Zack Collins had always been a typical nerd, invisible to most—especially to girls like Amber Harris. Oh, Amber, the Amber, queen of the campus, Miss “I look like a magazine cover even in glasses,” with that forever messy fringe and the kind of walk that made half the guys lose their damn minds. The girls couldn’t figure out what exactly the guys saw in her, but it was just a fact.

And now that same Amber was sitting at the same table with Zack Collins, breathing the same air, l...

Sandy and Cody

Part 1

— Th-this isn’t f-f-funny at a-a-all... yik! — the girl stammered, breathless with anxiety, her voice trembling as she stood on the bed and clumsily pulled off the tight light-blue top. Her hand was shaking, the movements awkward, but that didn’t stop her heavy, almost leaden breasts from spilling out of the tight fabric prison — they bounced in the air like they were alive, her wet nipples painfully reacting to the change in temperature.

Chase swallowed involunta...

Mom and son?

The warm wind pleasantly brushed against her bare arms, playing with the thin fabric of the dress that Leyla tried to ignore and pretend wasn’t there. She clutched the stem of a pink flower in her hand, a faint warmth radiating from it, like from a living heart. Her new breasts swayed with every step, and it was unbearably strange. Leyla, though she’d prefer to be called Liam, the former teenager, felt her body still prickling with goosebumps at the touch of the fabric against her skin, a...

Click

Who would've thought that fate would ever lead me to an improv class? No, seriously. Me—a grown-ass man with a permanent scowl, a head always buzzing with tasks, a damn system engineer, the kind of guy who needs everything in a spreadsheet, with deadlines and backup plans. And now—improv? But still, it was my choice, and here I was, unexpectedly standing on stage, nervous like a teenager on his first date, awkwardly holding a plastic carrot meant to be a microphone.

— And now, —...

The Newbie’s Mistake

The moment people finally realized that parallel universes were not just fiction was truly grand. The news spread across the world in a matter of days. Some viewed it with caution, while others were filled with excitement and admiration.

One of those who admired it was Greg Swenson—back then, just a schoolboy who dreamed of visiting parallel worlds himself. It seemed like something magical and fantastical at the time. But ten years later, it had become a reality, and Greg, now a 22-ye...

Prince-Peasant Head Swap

Honestly, the title just popped into my head for a story that I haven’t really managed to write yet. I was just messing around, trying to make a character look more consistent across different images to keep a unified look. And what came out—I actually liked it. So I decided to post it, even though there’s no story for it yet, and maybe there never will be.

Well, for now, I do have some rough story ideas. Something like—a stuck-up prince or noble somehow finds or gets this neckl...

One-Day Swap

"Maybe… Maybe I should just go back and…" Malcolm hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at the entrance to the body swap center he had walked into an hour ago, purely out of curiosity.

These centers had popped up like mushrooms after the rain, suddenly opening all over the country and becoming incredibly popular in no time. Being a rather modest and conservative young man, Malcolm had always looked at these places with caution. Besides, there were already strange rumors about certai...

Aunt Karen

Tommy nervously adjusted his sunglasses, trying to hide the anger boiling inside him over everything that was happening. The wind played unusually with the thin fabric of the dress, sending a cool breeze over his bare thighs. His gaze dropped down to the short dress with a tiny pink pattern, something that looked more like it belonged in a children’s clothing section. The frilly edges only made the whole thing feel even more absurd.

— I look like... a faggot, — Tommy muttered irri...

The removed post has been restored

Just to note, one of my stories—which, like the older ones, I consider was unfairly deleted for GLORIFYING violence—has been restored after I filed a complaint with the administration.
As for the other, older ones, I usually just tried not to argue or cause conflict, feeling shame and guilt, especially over the fact that there’s something wrong with me, that my fetish is a nightmare, bad, etc., etc. But I’m already terribly tired, and this time I decided to write what I th...

Cool Redhead

— Oh my Goooood... whaaat... the fuuuck is... where... what the actual fuck am I — I tried to articulate something coherent as my trembling fingers, adorned with a hastily applied, chipped manicure, fumbled with a burgundy handbag. I wish I could say I was rummaging through it frantically because, deep down, I knew I needed to get back to my own body quickly. But no, my movements were smooth and, in a disgustingly feminine way, graceful, as if the air had become denser.

I found this...