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You're not ready, Masha

Part 1

— I'm ready, — I said, leaning against the kitchen chair, arching my back just to catch my breath. But the voice that escaped my lips was an octave higher than I was used to. Damn it, how annoying.

— Yeah, yeah, I'm almost... — the male voice from across the room suddenly cut off, replaced by tense silence.

"What the hell is taking her so long? She's not even a chick anymore, and she's still fussing around like she's getting ready for a date."

I sighed, ...

Chicken or Fish 2 (preview)

Oh, wow! I didn’t expect this kind of reaction to the story (judging by the likes and comments). And it seems like I guessed right this time, because I’ve already started writing the sequel. But I kind of want to mark this post and your response, so I’ve decided to share the first chapter of part two that I’ve written so far—let’s call it a little teaser and a way to show my appreciation to all of you!
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Part 12

Having made it to the airport building, I felt like ...

Hungover Fairy

God, I don't think I've been this wasted since my college days at the University of Michigan, when the guys from Phi Delta Theta and I crammed into the dorm basement and downed two liters of tequila because someone said that if you didn’t, you weren’t a real man.

But yesterday, I had a reason. My boss, that fucking asshole, managed to dump a bucket of shit on me right in the middle of the office. I don’t know what parallel universe he lived in, but when you work at a marketing age...

Welcome to the Middle Ages

Today wasn’t much different from yesterday. Or the day before. Or any other day in this cursed place.

Hands that were once used to a keyboard and a cup of coffee were now kneading dough. I looked at my thin fingers, slightly reddened from the flour and effort, with disgust. Cold flour, slightly warm water, a pinch of salt—that’s all that mattered now. The main thing was to mix it in the right proportions, so Marta wouldn’t scold me again for having "hands growing from the wrong ...

Maybe We Can Postpone This?

March 11, 2025. It seemed like a perfectly ordinary day: outside the window was a gray New York, drowning in March dampness, with its eternal hum of cars and wisps of fog clinging to the tops of skyscrapers, while in Liam’s room — cramped, with a worn-out couch and the smell of yesterday’s coffee — Evan stood, pressing his forehead against the cold glass. A year ago, he was different: taller, broader in the shoulders, with a voice that didn’t tremble from shame. And now? Now, not on...

Chicken or Fish

Eloisa de Lavua

Proudly holding her posture and wearing an impassive smile on her face, Eloisa de Lavua barely tightened the folded fan in her hand, as if it were her only anchor in this sea of faces, conversations, and glances. Her eyes seemed to be focused on the void, but in reality, they were greedily capturing the smallest details: the movements of the guests, the light of the candles reflecting in the crystal glasses, and, most importantly, the faces of the men, who were gathering in small groups, disc...

The Debt Must Be Paid - Episode 1

Episode 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/debt-must-be-2-140891404

Girl on the screen

Part 1

— What the... — I muttered under my breath, staring at my phone screen.

On the screen, with the phone camera on, there was an image... of a girl. She was looking at the phone as if mimicking me. With my eyes, my facial expression, like she was copying me. A white tank top stretched tightly over her pretty decent-looking boobs, chestnut hair falling onto her shoulders, and in her gaze, there was something awkwardly shocked, just like my own expression.

— Is this ...

Trophy Wife

— O-oh my Goff, whaff are theffe lipff?! — Crayson mumbled, staring at the mirror with wide, panicked eyes. His nails, seemingly endless, touched his lips—massive, inflated, lifebuoy-like things that swallowed half of the woman’s face staring back at him from the reflection. "Is that... me?!"

He leaned forward, gripping the sink unconsciously, feeling how the massive breasts unexpectedly pressed against the hard surface, while his newly acquired ass gave an involuntary bounce. 2025-04-01 06:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post

Don't stare at my...

— Well... Are you just gonna keep staring at my... — Francesco hesitated slightly, realizing how awkward this was about to sound — ...boobs? They’re not even that big, unlike your size...

He abruptly fell silent, realizing that he had just said that about his own tits, comparing them to Monica’s breasts. But she didn’t even seem to notice, still staring at him like she was mesmerized.

— Uh, sorry, Frankie, — she whispered, finally tearing her gaze away from Frances...

Fox-girl

Which transformation option do you like more?

1)  2) 

Betting on Motherhood

— Okay, if I win, we’re having a baby this year! — Brian declared confidently, waving a strange device that looked like a hybrid between a roulette wheel and a baby rattle. He had just bought this thing at the souvenir shop of the "haunted mansion" while waiting for the tour to start.

Stacey scoffed and playfully tilted her head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

— Ah! Then I definitely need to win! — she smirked, raising her eyebrows.

She was sitting on an ...

Amnesia

Part 1

The fluorescent lights flickered slightly, casting a cold, almost sterile glow that made the room feel even more lifeless. Blinking a few times, the girl lying on the hospital bed adjusted a stray lock of her long red hair and took a deep breath.

— You probably feel weird, — the guy sitting next to her said cautiously. He looked like he was carefully choosing every word, afraid of saying something wrong.

She turned her gaze to him, her face showing either displeas...

On the way back to the strange shop

The street looked gray and cheerless. Peeling walls, graffiti on shattered windows, the smell of dampness and gasoline. The asphalt was cracked, with potholes and bumps at every step. And among all this, swaying awkwardly on high heels, walked Brad. Or rather, now the only thing giving him away in this fragile figure were the clumsy attempts to walk straight in those tall heels and… that was it. Officially, on all documents, she was now Ballerina Sapozhnikova, a girl with a very rare name.<...

In the Scottish Highlands

— Hey, what the fuck! Give me back my dick, you bitch! — Bill shouted, not believing his own ears as his voice echoed across the rocky slopes of this strange, unfamiliar place.

Bill froze, as if burned. That wasn’t his usual voice. It was ringing, high-pitched, too light, too… feminine, just like his new body. With cold fingers, he grabbed his throat, shook it, as if that could fix everything. But the sound that escaped his lips was still the same — female. Panic flared in his...

From CEO to waitress

In a small but bustling café within the office of a large American corporation, the noise was constant: plates clanged, the coffee machine filled the air with steam and the rich aroma of freshly ground beans, employees murmured about work matters, pretending to be fully absorbed in their tasks. But it was just a facade. From time to time, glances discreetly—or not so discreetly—slid toward the gray couch by the window, where she sat.

Of course they stared. How could they not, after...

Goblin Girl and Mage

Holding the small vial of purple liquid in his tiny green hands, Robert—once a towering knight—now barely contained his rage. His once-tight

Holding the small vial of purple liquid in his tiny green hands, Robert—once a towering knight—now barely contained his rage. His once-tight cotton shirt now hung loosely on him, held up only by his new, massive breasts—massive by goblin standards, at least—which felt heavy, unnatural, and made it hard to breathe. His hips, uncomfortabl...

Modern Princess

"I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world

Life in plastic, it's fantastic"

– Ugh… what... what the hell…

I slowly opened my eyelids, still buried in the pillow... God, turn off this shit, please... What... what’s that strange smell? It smells like some sickly-sweet crap, like vanilla, something floral and... motherfucker, baby powder?! Where the hell am I?

I sat up sharply – or tried to, but immediately slumped back into the soft, frilled pillow. My body feltâ€...

Tokyo Branch Inspection

The sunlight reflected off the glass facades of Tokyo’s skyscrapers, filling the streets of the business district with warmth and crystal-clear brightness. Yumi Nakamura—a young HR intern—stood with her hands at her sides and her head slightly bowed, greeting one of her many bosses. After all, in this company, every second person thought of himself as one.

"What a nightmare. I didn’t think this place would be such a mess," flashed through her mind as she tried to maintain a poli...

My maid Marie

Part 1

The grand hall of our villa was filled with the warm light of the setting sun, streaming through the tall arched windows. Lavender reflections stretched across the expensive carpets, weaving twilight shades into their patterns, while the crystal chandelier caught the glow, scattering flickering highlights on the walls. The dark wood furniture, adorned with exquisite carvings, was a legacy of my family, passed down through generations. I remember running through this hall as a chi...

Dreams Come True

Sitting on a cold rock in the middle of this stupid forest, Charlie was trying to pull himself together. Though it was incredibly hard to do, considering that just an hour ago, he didn’t have this damn long hair, which kept unpleasantly reminding him of what had happened. And the worst part—his dick was gone, along with everything else. Now, in its place, there was a smooth, shaved female… flatness. His knees—somehow wrapped in these tight leggings, without him even knowing how—were...

Open Dialogue on Story Ideas

Hey everyone!

I won’t beat around the bush and will get straight to the point of this post =D

I’d love to hear from you in the comments about story ideas. I guess this will be something like an "open free commission."

Basically, I’d like to know if you have any story ideas you’d like me to write. It can be anything at all! For example, I’ll soon be publishing My Maid Marie (2025-03-20 18:01:55 +0000 UTC View Post

It worked!

When the succubus Alexandra accidentally ended up in the future, breaking the rules and stepping onto forbidden ground, she couldn’t resist the opportunity and stole those two collars, hiding them away. Now, after enough time had passed, she decided to use her find for fun.

Routine Work

The warm southern wind gently caressed Chase’s already slightly tanned skin as he lazily ran his hand through the long, curly hair cascading past his waist. Hair. Fuck. He wanted to cut it almost immediately, but he couldn’t even do that. Something inside twisted the moment he brought the scissors near. Now, it was a part of her—heavy, silky, like a golden web that kept him trapped in mirrors and admiring gazes.

The white bikini hugged the body softly, the cover-up barely draped o...

Father and son

— Ugh, tight! — Alexandra jerked forward, gripping the back of the chair to keep her balance. A deep sigh escaped her lips as the corset was pulled even tighter. — Not so hard! I can barely breathe!

— Breathing isn’t necessary, Alexandra, — Maria replied with light sarcasm, confidently pulling the corset laces tighter. — What matters is being noticed at the reception. If you faint, well, that’ll only make you more charming. Men love women who look... fragile.

Alexa...

Family Curse

Inspired by: https://www.deviantart.com/cemuur/art/Marriage-Trap-1125134000

The church bells echoed solemnly through the old stone walls of the chapel, filling the space with a grand, almost magical vibration. Lisa—n

The church bells echoed solemnly through the old stone walls of the chapel, filling the space with a grand, almost magical vibration. Lisa—now Paul—stood at th...

Cherry

The hot midday sun reflected off the asphalt, creating a wave of heat that covered the intersection where a heavy bike stood, its engine growling. Leather jacket, worn jeans, fingerless gloves—everything about this man screamed his disdain for the rest of the world. Viktor. Yeah, Viktor had always been like this. Rough, harsh, a true master of the road who didn’t give a damn about weaklings or trembling women.

His irritation reached its peak when a small red car stalled at the traff...

Lora, bring the coffee!

The bench was cold, and she could feel it. The skin of her thighs, barely covered by a tight black skirt, was freezing, but that was far from her main problem.

Lora, or rather Max, though what did it matter now, sat there, teeth clenched, fingers gripping her leg. Her new hand—graceful, slender, with a flawless manicure she hadn’t done herself but somehow had—was trembling from the strain. The other hand hovered in the air, clenched into a fist.

"Lora, bring the coffee. Lora...

Patient Zero. Chapters 1-9

Hey everyone!

Some of you may already know this, and some may not. I've had this thought in my head for a while—since the end of last year, to be precise—about wanting to write longer stories and, in a way, step away from the type of content I usually post here. Yeah, I mentioned it once back in the fall, but that's not the point—I actually wanted to talk about something else now.

In the attachment, you will find the first chapters of a story—haha, or mayb...