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It started with the razor gliding under his arm. Just a quick shave, he had thought, nothing unusual. But as he lifted his arm and felt the clean smoothness, something inside him tingled. His eyes dropped to his chest in the bathroom mirror, tracing the faint trail of hair over his pecs, down his stomach. Curiosity and a rush of adrenaline took over.

“What if…” he murmured, pressing the razor lower.

One swipe across his chest, and it was too late. He watched da...

1% more 2/2

Isacc sat at his desk, staring at the glowing screen. The offer burned in his mind.

The power to make anyone desire you more.

Cost: 25% Breast Development.

His hands were clammy. His heart pounded. Breasts. That wasn’t like losing body hair or trading his feet. This would be permanent, visible. Anyone who saw him shirtless would notice. Hell, maybe even under clothes.

But the promise… anyone desire you.

He imagined walking into a p...

Just 1% more..

Isacc had never thought of himself as the kind of guy who cut corners. At least, not until college made him realize just how little effort he wanted to put into the boring parts of life. Grades, money, rent, all of it weighed on him like a constant reminder that he wasn’t good enough.

That was when the app appeared.

At least, he thought it was an app. One moment his phone screen was dead black, the next it lit up with a glowing icon shaped like a scale. Curious, he tapped...

Wrong party

His name was Ethan, a twenty-year-old known for taking dares too far. That night, he was drunk on bravado, bragging to his friends he could crash any party and last the night. When they pointed out the girls’ house down the block, an all-girl party, invitation-only, he laughed. “Piece of cake. I’ll walk in, stay an hour, and come back with proof.”

He never imagined what kind of proof he would be bringing back.

The door creaked open after his third knock. A ta...

A job about domination

People whisper about mistresses, about cheaters, about heartbreaks. But very few ever imagine that sometimes it isn’t chance, it’s me. I break couples for a living.

Not in the usual sense, not with gossip or rumors. No, my work is intimate, surgical. I enter the man’s life like smoke seeping under a door, invisible at first, then filling the whole room until he can’t breathe without me. And when he’s fully mine, when his girlfriend can no longer reach him, I strip him d...

Private chef 2/2

I had thought the promotion would mean long nights, endless duties, a schedule so suffocating I’d collapse into bed each evening without remembering the day. Instead, it unfolded like a carefully staged play, one where each act had already been written for me.

At first, it felt like a reward. He gave me things no one else in the house had: silk robes for mornings, small trinkets in velvet boxes, perfumes in delicate glass bottles lined up like jewels. He noticed everything. If ...

Private chef 1/2

I never thought my career would take such a strange turn. When I accepted the position of private chef for a billionaire, I imagined long hours in a luxurious kitchen, exquisite ingredients, and the satisfaction of serving a man who could afford the very best.

At first, it was just quirks. He would come down to the kitchen, barefoot in silk pajamas, and ask me to tie my apron in a “prettier” way, as he put it. He wanted bows. Neat, delicate bows at the small of my back. Then, he bro...

Definitely cute

Ryan wasn’t supposed to see it. He had just walked back into the classroom after lunch when his eyes accidentally fell on the paper the girls were laughing over. A handwritten chart, names of boys from their class listed from most to least attractive.

His eyes scanned quickly, but his own name wasn’t there.

Before he could retreat, one of the girls, Megan, noticed. “Oh crap, he saw.”

Ryan froze, heat rising in his cheeks. “I… didn’t see my ...

Sissies census

Eighteen.

For most boys, it was a birthday celebrated with laughter, too much beer, and the confidence of stepping into adulthood. But in this world, eighteen meant something else first: the Test. Nobody escaped it. Nobody had ever failed to show up.

Ethan sat in the sterile waiting room with his group of friends, four guys who had all grown up together since middle school. They cracked jokes, teased each other, but underneath the bravado was the same tension pressin...

Not overpowered

The sun was already dipping when the four friends pushed through the thick undergrowth. Sweat clung to their shirts, and the sound of cicadas filled the air.

“Next time,” panted Ryan, the tallest of them, “we stick to beaches. Cold drinks, women, hammocks. Not… this.”

“Oh, stop whining,” said Alex, the energetic one, brushing leaves aside with a stick. “We’re on an actual adventure here. How many guys from our town can say they explored a jungle tem...

Summer body

Ryan wasn’t a bad guy. He had friends, a decent IT job, and enough money to live comfortably. But when he looked at himself in the mirror, all he saw was disappointment.

His gut sagged over his belt, his cheeks puffed out, and his pale skin made him look like he hadn’t seen the sun in years.

He grabbed a handful of his belly, letting it jiggle. “No way I’m going to the beach looking like this. I’m fixing it. This time, for real.”

He downloade...

Nothing personal

The target’s name was Adrien Morel, mid-forties, respected in his field, a quiet man with access to the kind of cyber-security files governments would kill for. The Spanish secret services had placed him under discreet surveillance for weeks. Two female operatives were assigned to the case, Isabel, the colder and more experienced of the pair, and Clara, younger, but clever and adaptive.

Every agent is taught the acronym MICE: Money, Ideology, Coercion, Ego, the four levers that...

Exotic harem - 2

The days in the harem blurred together. Morning bells roused them, attendants brought trays of fruit and bread, and the women drifted through a cycle of baths, music, and waiting. Guards watched every door.

For the others, it was a life of resigned luxury. For Aelios, it was a nightmare.

He ate sparingly, kept to the corners, and spoke little. The older women watched him with knowing eyes, but said nothing. Some whispered that the new girl was simply shy. Others mutt...

My cat Urus - 15

Brad’s sheets were damp when he woke. His heart pounded like he’d been running. The dream replayed in fragments: a bus stop, a plaid skirt brushing smooth legs, boys offering drinks, her laugh, his laugh, sweet and sharp at once.

Brad dragged himself up, expecting to see long hair in the mirror. Instead, his usual reflection stared back, messy brown hair, broad shoulders. He breathed out in relief.

Downstairs, his mom greeted him without looking. “Morning, hone...

Exotic harem - 1

The strongest king of the continent was not content with land alone.

His empire stretched from the frozen north to the southern jungles, its borders guarded by legions and its cities fattened with trade. He had wealth, armies, temples, and every luxury men dreamed of. Yet still, he hungered.

What he desired most was beauty.

The king’s palace was famed not only for its golden domes and white marble, but for the harem it held, a collection of women gathered fro...

My cat Urus - 14

Brad woke up feeling strange. His sheets clung to his skin like he’d been sweating all night. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, only to feel a long lock of hair fall over his shoulder. His chest tightened in panic, until the mirror across his room showed his regular, male self.

He touched his short hair, heart thumping. The lock was gone. Just a dream.

But the dream had been too real.

He remembered clearly: Britney, his Britney, was sitting at a bus stop ...

Hairixium

Dr. Adrian Voss wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead as he stared at the small vial in his hand. The cream shimmered faintly under the lab lights, almost alive, like it knew the world it was about to transform. For years, he had labored over compounds, microscopic hair follicles, and genetic markers, until finally, the formula was perfect. One application, twenty-four hours, and hair would grow fully, healthy, strong, impossibly vibrant. A faint itch accompanied its use, but Adrian barely ...

My cat Urus - 13

Brad woke with sunlight stabbing through the blinds.

He stretched, groggy, and instantly froze. His arm brushed against something soft and… silky.

He yanked at it, long chestnut strands slid over his shoulder.

“What the.." His voice cracked, not deep and groggy, but light… higher. Too high.

He scrambled out of bed and caught sight of the mirror across the room.

A girl stared back at him. She had his eyes, but softer features, a smooth j...

Mother gave no choice

Ethan had always thought living at home during his first year at university would be easy.

Save some money, eat decent meals, let Mom fuss over him a little, nothing wrong with that. But Claire, his mother, had a mischievous streak that nobody warned him about.

It started harmlessly enough.

One morning, while getting ready for class, Ethan pulled open his underwear drawer and froze. Nestled between his folded T-shirts and socks was a pair of lilac panties, trim...

My cat Urus - 12

Saturday morning, Brad had been dreading this “girly day” ever since Urus brought it up. He’d agreed to help for the sake of the deal, every hour helping Urus supposedly meant being one step closer to getting him out of Brad’s world, but the idea of spending the day dressed up and parading around town was not his idea of progress.

Josh, on the other hand, seemed to be living his best life. The moment Urus gave him a temporary transformation, he practically squealed, admir...

The Reason

Julian didn’t ask questions the first time. His mother handed him a glass of almond milk after a long silence. She had barely spoken since the school called about the fight. About how he had slammed another boy into the lockers so hard they cracked. About how he had stared, cold and empty, as the kid cried for help.

His mother watched him drink the milk. He didn’t even notice the taste.

The next morning, it was a smoothie. Thick, purple, with a strange aftertaste...

My cat Urus - 11

Brad expected a disaster. He expected screaming, accusations, maybe even the cops.

What he didn’t expect was what happened the next morning.

He was walking up the steps to school, in male form, thank god, when he heard a voice behind him:

“Praise be to Urus, the Radiant Shifter!”

Brad stopped dead.

Turned around.

And saw Josh.

Still a girl.

Dressed in what used to be his own hoodie an...

Playing along

Jude always knew he had a thing for feminization.

He wasn’t just fascinated by the transformation he craved the story behind it. The slow unraveling. The teasing. The moment someone took control without seeming to. The layers of suggestion that felt playful on the surface but hinted at something deeper something irreversible.

He’d imagined the perfect scenario hundreds of times.

A few close friends, girls, of course inviting him over, joking about dr...

New socks

Tom wasn’t paying much attention when he grabbed a pair of socks from the dresser that morning. His girlfriend, Chloe, had left in a hurry earlier, and in his half-asleep state, he didn’t even notice they weren’t his. He just slid them on, felt the thin, silky texture glide over his toes, and moved on.

It was only a few hours later, lounging around the apartment, scrolling idly through his phone, that he noticed something was... different.

The socks clung to hi...

My cat Urus - 10

The empty storage room near the science labs was Brad’s only safe zone lately, dimly lit, quiet, and untouched by teachers or janitors. He slipped inside, closing the door behind him with a sigh of relief.

Urus was already floating in the air, legs crossed like a meditating monk, his form glowing faintly under the flickering ceiling light.

“You're late,” he said, casually tossing a floating pencil in lazy circles. “I was preparing a speech on emotional recept...

My cat Urus - 9

Brad stared at the mirror again. Pink sports bra. Slim-fit athletic shorts. A loose white t-shirt tied in a knot on the side. His ponytail bounced when he moved.

He sighed. “I look like a fitness influencer…”

“Exactly!” Urus beamed. “It is essential you blend into society as a casual feminine participant. Observe reactions, gather subjective experience, and..”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. Field research.”

Brad turned toward him w...

Prison's new gift

Marcus Reeve had always believed that real men never begged. That belief held strong even as the judge handed him a 15-year prison sentence. Theft, assault, and obstruction, all piled up. Still, Marcus didn’t flinch. He stood tall, smug, defiant.

That pride cracked just once: during his second year in Blackridge Correctional, after a brutal fight that left another inmate hospitalized. The guards didn’t just toss him in solitary this time. He was dragged, hooded, to a wing of ...

The pink line

The war had dragged on for years. Names of nations didn’t matter anymore. Only the Front mattered, the line where people disappeared, bodies vanished, and minds were broken.

Corporal Talen Muir was captured during a failed recon along Sector 12. He was taken alive, barely conscious, and shipped across the wastelands in a cramped armored truck. When he came to, he found himself in a low-slung prefabricated building near the front lines. It wasn’t a prison exactly. Not yet. The...

My cat Urus - 8

Brad woke up Saturday morning with a sense of dread already sitting in his chest.

His body felt different again, warm, soft, unnaturally light.

He didn’t need to look to know.

He sat up slowly, the blanket slipping off his chest, revealing the obvious.

Breasts.

Again.

He groaned. “Seriously?”

“Good morning, Subject Brad,” Urus announced gleefully, appearing from the corner in a swirl of light....

My cat Urus - 7

It began with whispers.

First, Marcus gave him a weird look during gym. “You’ve been skipping arm day or something?”

Brad frowned. “What?”

“Dude, your shoulders look… kinda small.”

Then Jenna chimed in the next day, squinting at him in homeroom.

“Okay, I’m saying this with love,” she whispered, leaning across the desk. “You’re, like… glowing. Your skin’s smoother than mine. Are you on a skincare rou...