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Short Story Collection (With Pictures)
« on: January 29, 2021, 09:21:48 am »
Dearest adventures of the erotic conscious, I present to you, free of charge and free of morals, a collection of short stories (with imagery) that I've composed. I've been writing these stories and creating these transformation sequences for my own entertainment. So far, I've just been posting this work to my Deviant Art account. And now, I will share these stories here, because this forum is fucking awesome. I may or may not continue to post short stories to this thread. For now, cheers to you all.

Side Note: It's fucking retarded the way they sensor the word "slüt" on this blog, we're all adults here. Stop!
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« Reply #1 on: January 29, 2021, 09:22:29 am »



Your Secretary Slüt Wife

 Running your own company and working long hours is exhausting, and there are few immediate rewards to everyday work life, unless your wife is both your secretary and a total bimbo. Starting your job in the morning is easy when your office is across the street from your house, and it’s even easier to begin work when you know there is a hot plastic slüt with huge fake tits waiting in your office to bring you coffee and suck you off while you drink it. There is truly no more motivating a way to begin your day than a vigorous blowjob. There’s the domineering satisfaction of owning your slüt’s face, the relaxation of climax, and the view of your semen splattering on the oversized chest prosthetics of your secretary.

    You wake up every morning with a stiff erection, even though you orgasm three to seven times a day. After you look at the news for awhile on your smartphone, you get out of bed and head to the master bathroom. When you enter, your big-titted wife toy is kneeling in front of the sink completely naked with her lips puckered, waiting for you as usual. You casually begin brushing your teeth while inserting your thick erection into your doll’s eagerly awaiting mouth. You brush your teeth with one hand and use the other hand to grasp your doll’s hair, fucking her face commandingly. Face-fucking while teeth-brushing is a great way to make sure you commit to a dental hygiene routine. You clean your teeth while also training your woman to use less teeth.

    You usually don’t like to cum before work, you’re just getting excited. Your wife gets in the shower while you shave and finish your morning routine. She is always slightly ahead of you with waking up and heading to work, because you’re the boss at home and at work. You like to bust your first load of the day when you get into your office. Just like at home in the bathroom, your wife is now waiting for you in your office “fully dressed”. You’ve conditioned your wife to think that “fully dressed” means whatever you tell her that it means. Your office has a dress code, which you only enforce for her. That dress code mandates a minimum amount of cleavage, a minimum heel height, a required tightness of outfits, and a mandatory amount of makeup. Fortunately for your secretary, you buy all her outfits for her. You even bought her permanent face makeup, which didn’t cost you nearly as much as the laser hair removal or the constant Juvéderm injections she receives in her lips. But, it’s important to you that she gets all these procedures, regardless of cost.

    Your favorite fuck of the day is usually the first one in your office while sipping coffee. You fuck your wife’s pussy all the time, and her main features are the expander breast implants you bought her, but for some reason you tend to enjoy your morning blowjob the most. If you were to choose between the 4000cc breast implants that she has installed, or the sausage-sized lips that are attached to her face, you would have to choose the fake tits. But since you can have both, you often prefer to just receive a hearty throat-fuck, knowing that her fat saline chest bags are right there in front of you and you can use them whenever you want while she services you with her face. You make sure to keep plenty of boxes of tissues in your office so she can wipe most of the cum from her cleavage and face. Sometimes you miss by accident, sometimes you miss intentionally, but most of it usually lands on her flesh and not on her dress or in her hair.

    Working through to lunch time is a breeze when you feel like the king. Sometimes you have a working lunch, sometimes you take a rowdy sex break during lunch, and sometimes you have a working lunch while getting another blowjob. In the early afternoon, your secretary checks on you again, suggesting positions in which you can fuck her body. She leaves work before you, heading home to renew her role as your wife toy. After you’re done work, you walk back across the street to your house and see what she has made you for dinner. The rest of what you do with your night usually includes video games, reading, exercising, or sending emails. You always try to relax after work, and if you must send more work emails, you always like to have your pair of tits nearby with her fake lips wrapped around your shaft, erotically suctioning. When you’re ready for bed, you love to see that your saline-inflated doll is waiting there for you in a sexy outfit, ready to be stripped and ravaged if you wish.

    You love your wife, and you are attracted to her even more than any porn star that you’ve ever seen, because she is hotter and more plastic than any porn star. When you started making big bucks, you started encouraging her to get Juvéderm and Botox. When you needed a secretary, you had your wife quit her job to fill that role. Then, you started pressuring her into getting breast implants. The more money you made, the more you felt justified in controlling her and requiring her to surgically inflate her feminine parts. Recently, your company has been so successful that you’ve hired six other people to help with sales, marketing, and manufacturing.

    All your employees know what you do with your secretary slüt-wife every day. You pay them well and they ignore the screams and groans emanating from your office. They can’t ignore your wife’s enormous breasts on display, or her plastic face, but they pretend it’s all normal because you pay them well. Forcing everyone around you to witness what a perfect sex toy you’ve turned your woman into makes you excited. You keep filling her with more saline and keep forcing her to dress more scandalously. You’re happy the way things are, but maybe you would be even happier if your wife could fit a few thousand more CCs of saline in her chest.
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Re: Short Story Collection (With Pictures)
« Reply #2 on: January 29, 2021, 09:45:04 am »



Bimbograde Amnesia

Danielle didn't like the way the strange man was talking to her, it made her head hurt. A part of her deep down wanted her to think hard and focus on his words, but Danielle didn't like to think hard, so she suppressed those thoughts and tried to ignore him.

She turned her back and moved away from him, swaying in her high heels and revealing pink uniform. The man followed her across the strip club, her oversized breast and butt implants bouncing with each step. He caught her by the shoulder and spun her around. "Stephanie, you need to hear this! I'm a private investigator send by your fiancé. You need to listen to me. You have been drugged and hypnotized for months." He gestured to her fake plastic body. "This is not you, Stephanie. You are not a stripper or a prostitute. You're a good Christian girl who is supposed to get married soon. You're fiancé hired me to save you and deprogram you. I'm here to help, I promise."

"Listen, guy, I know who I am, but I don't know you. I'm trying to work, so either show me the money and we can go to a VIP area and you can fuck my fat fake tits, face, pussy, whatever. If you don't want that, then leave me alone or I'm getting my boss."

The private investigator had no other choice if he wanted to continue talking to her. He took out cash. "Fine, here's $300, let's get a room."

As he sat on a couch, Stephanie eagerly assisted in removing his pants. She quickly stuffed the cock in her mouth past her heavily injected plastic lips and got to work, just like she did all day everyday. The man was still talking about things unrelated to sex and it bothered her. Between grunts of pleasure, he tried to communicate "Stephanie, I'm here to help you... Ungh that's good right there. Your fiancé sent me... yeah that's good. You've been brainwashed... fuck!"

Stephanie continued to ignore him and focused on sucking as hard and deep as she could. After a short time, the cock exploded in her mouth. She sucked up most of it and then jacked the rest off onto her huge boobs. She whipped her saline chest balloons out of her top and excitedly rubbed the cum all over them. "Wow! That was a really good load! Yummy!"

Her client sat back, exhausted on the couch. He was now reconsidering his mission. "Maybe," he thought "she really is better off like this. Maybe she is happier as a slüt than as a housewife?" He took out his wallet again and whipped out a few more hundreds. He couldn't help himself. "Now let me fuck those saline balloons on your chest, you perfect little sex doll."
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Re: Short Story Collection (With Pictures)
« Reply #3 on: January 29, 2021, 09:55:06 am »




The Bimbo Vaccine

Just a couple of years ago Laura was in school learning biology on her way to a promising career, now she found herself in an unrelated field of work. Doing a pornographic photoshoot to promote a new sex emporium was not exactly the type of work she had imagined herself doing when she started college. But that didn't matter because she enjoyed her job, she made good money doing it, and that's all that really mattered.

Things had changed for Laura rather abruptly when she started dating Bertrand, the teacher's assistant in her biology class who was now her manager and sugar daddy. She had always liked Bertrand for his intellect and manliness, but now she couldn't go a moment without him. Laura was enthralled by him and would do anything he asked of her, even things she would never have considered doing. She had even got a ton on plastic surgery and changed her career trajectory simply because Bertrand had asked her to. She couldn't help herself, obedience was now in her DNA.

Very few people are both scientifically literate enough and prophetic enough to understand the near-term implications of modern gene editing techniques. Bertrand was one of those few people intellectually gifted enough and ambitious enough to comprehend the drastic implications of CRISPR. He was also ambitious enough to try and apply this technology in immediate, real-world applications. His decision to begin using CRISPR gene editing techniques to modify his girlfriend's personality was arrived at easily when he had come to a certain realization. He realized that one of the easiest behavioral modifications that could be induced, with as little as one viral cocktail, was the alteration of one base-pair that directly correlates to inhibiting impulse control. If several other base-pair alterations are also targeted with varying degrees of confidence that the gene alteration will lead to behavioral change in the subject, the overall viral cocktail was guaranteed to catalyze significant changes in the subject's behavior and personality.

While she was passed out drunk one night, Bertrand had given Laura doses of this customized, gene altering shot. The changes had been more impressive than he had ever expected. Laura quickly deteriorated into a state of emotional neediness, intellectual lethargy, and irrational feminine impulses. She was the same girl as before, yet she presented herself as less intelligent. She acted ditsy and stupid, a behavior that Bertrand encouraged. Her libido increased, something that Bertrand used to increase his control. She couldn't even keep up with her classes, so Bertrand suggested a new career for her. It made her happy to do whatever her man told her to do, so Bertrand told her to get plastic surgery. When her breasts were so large that it was almost impossible to find well-fitting clothes anywhere, Bertrand told her to make her breasts even larger. So she did.

Now that Laura had reached 3600ccs, she had a significant following on social media. Between the porn videos she made fucking Bertrand, and the photoshoots she was doing, Laura was making a lot of money. She felt fortunate that she had her man to manage all of the money for her. She actually didn't know how much money she was making, but she knew it was enough to get all the XXL busty outfits, cute accessories, and fancy jewelry that she wanted. And as long as her desire for sex and fancy things was taken care of, and as long as she had her man to tell her what to do, she didn't need to worry or even think about anything.

Laura adjusted her oversized breasts in her tiny top and asked the photographer, "Do you want me to show more cleavage? Or should I take the top off now and start playing with my tits?"

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« Reply #4 on: January 29, 2021, 10:00:57 am »



Inflationary Theory

It had been just over two years since Dalia underwent her first breast augmentation. They had seemed large to her at the time, but with respect to the size she had installed in her chest now, her previous implants were tiny. She had just over 4000cc of saline in each implant. The saline balloons stressed her upper body with a weight of over 16lbs total, or nearly 15% of her total body weight. But Dalia didn't think about her breasts in terms of numbers, she only thought about her boobs in terms of how much they dominated her body and inconvenienced her life. She also considered the size of her breasts in relation to how much they pleased her husband. If it pleased her husband for her to go bigger, then she went go bigger.

Her friends told her she had lost all self control and needed to stop blowing up her tits like plastic balloons, but she didn't care. She knew that all her friends were jealous. They were jealous of her amazing body, her huge fake tits, her injected lips, and her alpha male husband who worshipped her enhanced body. It still made her giggle every time she ran into one of her old coworkers. They would all say the same type of thing, such as "Is that you, Dalia? What happened to you? What are you doing now?"

Her poor pathetic coworkers. She was grateful that she didn't have to work a regular 9-5 job anymore. She could just shoot pornography with her husband and sell it online. She had the best job ever now. She got to act like a slüt on social media, get fucked by her husband everyday, make lots of money for clothes and trips, and keep improving her body to obscene proportions. She was in touch with herself and it was blissful. It seemed like long ago that she had resigned from her job as Operations Manager at a Walmart when she began her bimbo transformation. She was amused by her former coworker's jealousy and never hesitated to respond honestly. "Oh, I'm not really working right now. Just trying to improve myself, like getting lots of followers on Instagram. I'm thinking of going a bigger with my breasts soon and saving up for bigger butt implants. How is Walmart?" She always appreciated their dumbfounded expressions.

Dalia loved her husband with all of her heart and everything that was left of her mind. She had always loved her husband, but in the last few years she had felt something more than attraction towards him. She needed him all the time and she was willing to do things for him that she never would have thought herself capable of. A few years ago when she was working as an mid-level retail manager, she would never have even considered the possibility of getting plastic surgery or making her own porn. But now that those things were central to her life, she rejoiced in the pleasure these things brought to herself and her beloved husband.

When she began her transformation, her husband had become obsessed with Neuro-Linguistic Programming, Pharmaco-Hypnosis, and Psycho-Engineering. Dalia still didn't really know anything about that confusing psychology stuff her husband had been studying, but she did like to hear him talk. When he started saying things that were hard to understand, she would just go ahead and suck his dick. She knew it must be hard for her man to be so cute and smart, and she wanted him to feel good. If she sucked him off long and hard enough, or fucked him good with her huge breast implants, then he seemed to relax a lot. She loved pleasuring her husband more than anything, and the porn videos that they sold on their website gave her the opportunity to show the world how much her husband loved her and loved fucking her. She loved to be desired.

The videos that they made for their website were more than simply pornographic, they were completely objectifying. Dalia loved being used and feeling helpless. Sometimes her husband made her dress up in lewd outfits with her cleavage spilling out, sometimes he would tie her up and fuck her face aggressively, but he would always find new and stimulating ways to fuck his bimbo doll. She loved her man and the new life he had given her so much that she had almost completely forgotten about her old life as a flat-chested, corporate drone. Obeying her husband gave her more pleasure than anything she could have imagined.

Tonight, she was feeling a little nervous. She was going to get her second, much larger set of butt implants tomorrow. Her husband turned on the tripod camera next to the bed and climbed on with her. He fucked her roughly for awhile, calling her filthy things and slapping her plastic parts. When he was done, he came all over her gigantic 4000cc breasts, staining them with his seed. The sex made her feel very relaxed and she stopped thinking about the procedure tomorrow. She was just looking forward to being a better fuckdoll for her man.

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« Reply #5 on: January 29, 2021, 10:02:44 am »



Melinda's Mammories Maxed

Over the last few years, all of my deepest fantasies came true. I realized now that I had willed these desires to life and my desires gradually overrode any obstacles. Just a few years ago I was unemployed, depressed, and had a wife with a flat chest. Today, I have enough money that I don't need to work, I get up every morning grateful for everything that I have, and I wake up next to a pair of gigantic fake breasts that I get to play with or fuck whenever I want. I still don't know exactly how I convinced my wife to get breast implants, let alone some of the largest breast implants in the world. It surely wasn't luck, although that must have played a part. I had transformed my life and my wife, ostensibly with the power of my mind. I tried not to let all this fuel a superiority complex, but it's hard not to feel like a superhuman when you have everything you ever wanted. Everybody wants to have money, but more than money, I always wanted a a cute horny bimbo wife with huge, completely disproportion fake boobs.

I had dated Melinda since high school and we were together for 8 years before we got married. Despite my megalomania for big fake breasts, I married a girl with a flat chest. I loved her despite her inadequacies. I was always fantasizing about making her breasts bigger. She was always brilliant, not as smart as me, but that's the way I liked it. She was impressively driven. All these qualities allowed her to graduate from a top Medical School and start her residency at a respectable hospital. I liked that people were impressed with my wife's accomplishments. But now, I definitely like it more that people are dumbfounded by my wife's plastic fuck-doll body.

Everything changed for me the day I had a brilliant idea. I didn't know how brilliant it was then, probably because I have a lot of ideas and think that most of them are brilliant. This time however, a company also thought my idea was brilliant and offered to pay me a substantial amount of money to license my patent. I was practically a millionaire overnight. I had gone from a laid off, near broke, amateur inventor to a wealthy independent product designer. Even when I was at my lowest point, my beautiful and successful wife had loved me more than anyone could ask for. When I was most depressed, she always knew the most encouraging and uplifting things to say to me. And now, more than ever, my wife worships me and does just about anything I tell her to do.

I had become a real life Prince Charming to my woman. Well actually, I was more like the rich guy in that BDSM novel "Shades of Gray". Melinda was in massive debt, she still had many years of residency before she would be making enough money as a doctor to pay back that debt, and she hated her job more everyday. She would tell me often, "I just want to be your doll, I don't like working so much and I just want to be here for you." Melinda had been smart enough to excel in medicine, yet feminine enough to later realize she would be happier as a trophy wife. Considering her desires and my newfound fortune, I hatched a plan.

I proposed to her that I would pay off all $275,000 of her student debt, if she would do something for me. I wanted her to quit her career and become my trophy wife. I knew she would say 'yes' to that part, but I also added other conditions. I wanted her to get a lot more lip injections, although she was already getting lip injections twice a year. She had a fantastic booty, probably her best feature. I was greedy and I wanted her to get a ton of butt injections, something we often fantasized about often in our dirty talk during sex. Most importantly, if I was to pay off her debt, she would have to get breast implants, the size and type that I desired.

She didn't even hesitate to excitedly say "yes!" Over the years and months that followed, I continued to make demands of my wife, who continued to surprise me with her willingness to obey happily. When I asked her to get larger implants, she said, "If that's what you want and it will make you happy, then I'll do it because I want to be a better trophy wife for you." Later, when I asked her to upgrade even further to expander implants, she had hesitated, but at that point she was incapable of giving me 'no' for an answer. I spoiled her with all the fancy jewelry and luxurious trips that she could handle. I treated her like a fuck-doll princess, buying her slütty custom clothes, and demanding sex whenever I wanted, however I wanted.

We even developed a daily routine. I never set an alarm, instead I had her set an alarm and she would wake me up with a blowjob. Around lunchtime, I would take a break from what I had planned for the day and she would come and titty-fuck me with her huge plastic jugs. Before bed, I would ravage her, fucking her doggy style usually or whatever else I wanted. As she fell more and more into her routine of being my bimbo trophy wife, the inconvenient size of her breasts became less of a burden to her and more of a source of amusement. She was completely infatuated with me and delighted in the way I dominated her like a fuck-doll princess.

After every breast-filling appointment, Melinda excitedly shows off her new toys to me and brags about how much she "owns" my cock. It's amusing to have her assume that she's in control, because clearly I'm the master of her universe. Yet at the same time, she does control my cock. I think about her breasts constantly. I get distracted every time I watch her cooking me meals, doing her workouts, taking showers, taking photos for Instagram, lounging around the house and playing games on her phone. I especially like watching her getting dressed and struggling to load her burdensome buxom into her slütty, custom bras and tops. My cock is constantly hard around her and I can't bare to be away from her for too long. When I'm away from her, I long for her body. Every night I dream about thrusting my cock between a pair of 6000cc fake tits, and every morning I wake up to my dreams being a reality.

...This morning, I woke up before my "blowjob alarm clock", as I call her. I woke her up by climbing on her stomach and inserting my large erection between her two enormous flesh pillows. I grasped the sides of her warm tit mounds and forced her chest cavity to envelope my shaft. My perfect wife toy woke up as I fucked her chest bags, she smiled at me. Without saying anything, she gleefully pushed her face into her cleavage, puckering her injected lips seductively and salivating to lubricate the titty-fucking process. I was in a great mood today, as usual! And today, I had an especially big load for her...

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« Reply #6 on: January 29, 2021, 10:43:43 am »



Carnal Aftermath

   When Stephanie got back to her dorm, she was so exhausted that she had passed out immediately on her bed without showering, removing her clothes, or even getting under the covers. When she woke up, what she remembered from last night came flooding in like repressed memories traumatically resurfacing. The memories she would have wished to forget, were painted in streams of sticky solidified semen stuck to her face, hair, and top. Her shoulders were sore from being forced into that awkward position. She even noticed that her jaw was also feeling pain from the rough face-fucking she received.

   As she lay in bed piecing together memories of the night, the event in the storage closet with the Beta Zeta brothers overwhelmed her thoughts. “I was raped! They raped me!” As she realized the truth, she began to cry. She put her hand on her face to cover the tears and felt the stupidly large cock sucking lips on her face, which only made her weep harder. Her tears lubricated the dried semen coating her thoroughly botoxed face, re-liquifying some of the cum and incorporating it into the stream of tears flowing down her cheeks and onto her pillow. She tried to wipe away the cum and tears as she wept, but it only seemed to smear everything around with her makeup and make a bigger mess. Stunned, she could barely worry about the smell of stale beer, the crusty flakes in her hair, the mascara bleeding into her pillow, or the the disgusting stains on her crop top. It was all evidence of the rape and it seemed like her life was over. 

   “What the fuck happened last night?! They raped me! They raped my face! Both of them, like I was fucking nothing! LIKE I WAS A FUCKING USELESS SEX TOY!” A stream of tears exploded like an uncorked champagne bottle and her emotions ratcheted up to maximum. “What the fuck did I just do?! What is happening to me? I ruined my life! They ruined my life! What is happening to me?” Another round of tears stronger than any before burst from her face.

   When she finally got the strength to get out of bed and look at herself in the mirror, the image looking back at her was even more filthy and depraved than she could have ever imagined. She wept again, “I look like a fucking slüt! My face is covered in cum, my tits are fucking stupid huge, and I like a goddamn slüt. My hair! My Clothes! I’m a fucking cum slüt! I look fucking disgusting! What the fuck did I do to myself, to my lips, TO MY TITS?!”

   Her tears didn’t stop until she managed to climb into a hot shower. More memories of the night flashed through her mind, but some of those memories must have just been dreams or nightmares, she told herself. Yet there was the one absolute nightmare that she could not deny, and flashes of the incident kept popping into her head, her arms being jacked up tortuously, her head being forced into a stranger’s sweaty pelvis, a dick uncomfortably crammed into her throat making her gag, semen splattering her face and men laughing. It was rape. Stephanie knew it happened to women but never thought it would be her. She used to be a good girl, and now she was just another filthy skank. She felt like she had been asking for it.

   She got out of the shower, trying to ignore the mirror’s reflection of her plastic face and balloon-like breasts. She got dressed in some comfy pajamas and made some oatmeal for breakfast. She tried not to think about how the oatmeal had the same runny consistency of semen. She knew she didn’t have the mental fortitude to do any of her schoolwork right now, so she turned on some reality TV on Netflix and tried to drown her mind in cinematic garbage. After an hour or so, she was beginning to stop thinking so hard when she got a text from Harry.

   It read, “Steph, got the electron microscope fixed. Took me all night. Going to sleep most of the day today. Will text party details for tonight. Going to be a balls-to-the-wall rager. Expect to see you there, doll. Make sure to bring those huge tits that I bought for you. I'm sure they're hard to forget”

   Stephanie was desperate to see her man, Harry. He was the only good thing in her life right now. Even though he controlled almost every aspect of her life, she kind of liked it. Despite his request, she couldn’t imagine going to another party tonight. She was completely traumatized and felt all but dead inside. She was about to text back to say she couldn’t come and maybe ask Harry if they could hang out privately somewhere and talk, maybe get dinner somewhere like a real date, when her roommate Krissy finally got home.

   She spoke rapidly as she moved around the dorm, “Hey Steph, spent the night at Murphy’s. Got way trashed, still like crazy hungover. Sorry I didn’t text you back, Murphy was being bad, and it was like impulsive, we ran back to his room at Alpha Omega to hook up and I was like probs blacked the fuck out. I saw that your man, Harry left early and you were still there playing flip cup with those Beta Zeta brothers when we left, looking hot like you always do now. Sorry I didn’t tell you we were leaving. Horny happens that way. Hope you had fun too. Tonight is supposed to be like way crazy, maybe biggest party of the year so far. The brothers were already setting everything up at Alpha. Oh, almost forgot, got us something from Murphy that will set the night on fire. Check these out, more ecstasy. Apparently, it’s like super hard to get the good stuff. And Murphy just gave it to us for free, cause we’re awesome.”

   She dropped the bag of pills on the table in front of Stephanie, suddenly realizing that her roommate was uncommunicative and had her head in her hands. “You okay? Hungover much? I got a few pills, you can take one right now and it’s supposed to cure the hangover, or more like cover it up, but same difference.”

   Stephanie did not want to talk about what happened, so she played it off like she was just hungover. She thought of her life just a few months ago when she didn't do drugs, didn't have breasts implants or lip injections, and actually did her school work. She knew she couldn’t take the ecstasy; it was probably all the drugs and alcohol she had been doing the past few months that got her into the situation she was now in. Despite her clear, conscious objections, she wanted the bad thoughts to go away. Maybe the ecstasy could help her get over the trauma and she could start putting her life back together. She told herself that after this weekend, she would have to go back to being herself, getting her work done, cut out the drugs, stop partying so much, and no more plastic surgery. The drug did make her feel spectacular last time, and maybe that was just what she needed to cope with the trauma of becoming a bimbo slüt and getting her face raped by strangers. How could her life get any worse than this? She silenced the voice in her head telling her to resist, pulled a pill from the small plastic bag and swallowed it with a swig of orange juice.

   “Thatta bitch! Woot woot! I’m jumping in too, girl.” Krissy swallowed a pill and grabbed their cheap vodka out of the freezer, taking a swig straight from the bottle. Then, without asking, she poured a few ounces into Stephanie’s glass of orange juice. “Fuck yeah, screwdriver, Bitch! It’s Friday! By the way, your new boobs are looking fucking amazing, maybe your roomie is a little jealous.”

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Re: Short Story Collection (With Pictures)
« Reply #7 on: February 16, 2021, 07:19:33 pm »
Oh wow. These are all fantastic! I love before and after, there's not enough of them

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« Reply #8 on: February 16, 2021, 08:42:50 pm »
Can you confirm your Deviantart account? I couldn't find it when I last looked.

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« Reply #9 on: February 19, 2021, 12:15:40 pm »
Wooow ! Who is the girl pictured in the first story ??

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« Reply #10 on: March 29, 2021, 06:51:12 am »
All of them women are composites that I built with Photoshop and other programs.

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I'm working on some full-length stories right now that will be totally epic and I'll probably sell the PDFs on Smashwords or something. But for now, here's another free short story for y'all...

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Re: Short Story Collection (With Pictures)
« Reply #11 on: March 29, 2021, 06:54:46 am »




Laura's Controller

   “What you’re saying sounds completely impossible, I just don’t believe you.” I starred at my friend Scott with intense skepticism. Scott was never much of a practical joker and he was always serious when it came to drugs, but the story he was telling me sounded too impossible to have any credibility whatsoever. This drug called Estrodrone he kept touting sounded too good to be real.

                     Scott’s wide-eyed smile lent credibility to his claims. “Dude, I don’t care if you believe me or not, its real. You’ve told me about the experiences you’ve had using LSD and how impossible those experiences would have seemed to you before you actually experienced them. This is just like that, but not even as crazy. It just makes women crazy horny, that’s it. You know how like when your girl is like mad drunk and she gets mad horny and will just do whatever you want? It’s just like that, but it’s even crazier and it lasts all day. It’s like ecstasy, mixed with Viagra for women, plus like some crazy marijuana like mind-numbing shit. Then, you can hit her with it again the next day, and then the next, because she’ll never develop a tolerance.”

                     Even though Scott was making a lot of sense, I still couldn’t believe his claims until I could see it for myself. If this drug was real and worked the way that he claimed, then it was hard to believe that I had never heard of it before. I trusted Scott and I wanted his claims to be true, so I paid for Scott’s bar tab and he gave me a handful of pills to grind up and put in my girlfriend’s wine the next time we were drinking together.

                     One week later, I found out that Scott had in fact been underselling the capabilities of Estrodrone. My girl, Laura, devolved from a highly intelligent PhD educated woman into a mindless, sex addicted fuck doll, desperate to please me by obeying my every command. That night I had the wildest sex of my life and it went on for hours. Even when I stopped fucking her out of exhaustion, Laura just kept sucking at my flaccid penis, desperate to drain every drop of cum from it until I passed out. The next morning, she was almost just as horny. While she sucked me off as hard as she could, I formulate a diabolical plan. I resolved to acquire more of this miracle drug and transform Laura into the woman of my wildest fantasies.

                     Laura was a self-described feminist who hated the idea of plastic surgery. Yet, one week of taking Estrodrone every day and she had received a significant volume of Juvéderm injected into her lips. Additionally, she had eagerly agreed to my plan to pump up her tits and ass with extra large implants. The breast and butt implant appointments were scheduled, and she was happy to fulfill all my desires, regardless of the effect it would have on her daily life and professional aspirations. I briefly considered how huge fake tits, a fat fake ass, and plump dick-sucking-lips would affect Laura’s career and personal life, but I quickly dismissed these concerns when my thick shaft was lodged in her throat.

                     After a few months of regularly feeding Laura Estrodrone, I had pumped her boobs up with 2250cc of saline per breast, her ass made Nicki Minaj look flat, and her lips were as unnaturally cartoonish. I had met up with Scott again and apologized to him for doubting his claims. He had just laughed and asked me if I needed more Estrodrone. I bought as many pills as I could get, disregarding the impact it had on my bank account, I was only worried about the affect it would have on satiating my insatiable libido.

                     Laura has a glass of wine every night now, and that glass of wine is always spiked with ground up Estrodrone. She doesn’t care that her entire life now revolves around becoming a better sex toy for me, because she doesn’t really think about anything other than sex. Laura barely considers anything anymore other than how to keep my cock hard and how to be sexier in order drain more cum from my genitals. She does whatever the fuck I say whenever the fuck I tell her to do it. Her new XXL breast implants have healed up nicely and she is scheduled for another surgery to get expanders in two weeks. I don’t know how big I’ll pump her up; I may never stop…

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Re: Short Story Collection (With Pictures)
« Reply #12 on: April 06, 2021, 12:56:00 pm »
oh my god, love it. Wish there was a self controlled story where girl is managing her own growth. No owner, master, husband... and then she turns into a *WOMAN*.

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Re: Short Story Collection (With Pictures)
« Reply #13 on: April 15, 2021, 10:05:37 am »



Whorrific

     Two years at college had turned Natalie into a complete slüt. She always knew she was hot with her exotic feminine features: striking blue eyes contrasting her silky black hair, soft pillowy lips, and a tight little body. But ever since she arrived at college and started partying every day, she wanted to become a waking wet dream for horny frat boys. Her time at college had been less and less about learning, and more and more about extensive plastic surgery to turn her into the world's most plastic slüt.

      “Call me a stupid plastic slüt!” She whined, while she got fucked missionary style by a guy she had just met 15 minutes ago at the party downstairs.

      “You’re a fucking stupid plastic slüt! A fucking dumb slütty bitch! Take that dick, you fucking fucktard!” The man gasped as Natalie’s tight little pussy choked his dick.

      She wrapped her legs around the boy, pulling him closer to her while she writhed on the bed, running her hands through her long black hair, allowing her gigantic fake boobs to swing freely on her chest. “Fuck me soo hard that my mega fake tits hit me in the face like a dumb plastic titty bitch!”

      The boy responded by pummeling her pussy even harder, he was really starting to work up a sweat, but most of the moisture being produced during their intercourse was sopping out of Natalie’s vagina. “As soon as I saw you downstairs, I knew I needed to fuck you and fill you up with my seed. I’ve seen videos of you getting gang raped at Alpha Omega and I knew you’d be an easy lay, so I walked up and smacked your huge fake ass and told you ‘come upstairs and I’ll fuck your cunt, bitch’. I’ve never seen a slüt as plastic, fake, and trashy as you. You look like an overfilled, saline-inflated blow-up doll. HOLY FUCK! You’re such a nasty goddamned plastic slüt. I can’t believe you’re fucking real!”

      Natalie trembled throughout her whole body as the boy hammered her pussy. He was fucking her so hard now that her 10,000cc chest prosthesis were pendulously swinging around her chest, slapping into each other, and then smacking her in the face. As he fucked her, there was a continuously clapping, like a crowd applauding at the filthy scene, as her tits clapped together, clapped against her face, all while the boy was clapping his hips into Natalie’s crotch.

      She was panting heavily, and as the boy slowed down slightly, her tits stopped slapping her in the face so hard. “You’re the first to use my pussy today. I'm such a dumb bimbo! I skipped classes and sucked off seven guys today, one after the other. All the cum that I didn’t swallow, I caught with my huge boobs. Then I took two loads in my asshole. I need to fuck at least ten guys a day. I can’t even help it! I love the cum! I’m just such a cum slüt!”

      “I’m going to fill you up, you dumb plastic slüt! I’m gonna give you all my cum, you deserve it because you inflated your tits to be so fucking huge, and your ass is fucking ridiculously fat, and your lips and face are soo fucking…” his face grimaced as he approached the most intense orgasm of his life. “Soo fucking, plastic and slütty! FUCK!”

      “You’re filling me up! You’re filling me up with you’re cum, making me your slüt!” She cried out, squeezing her tits together enticingly. “Slap my tit! Slap it fucking hard and call me a dumb bitch!”

      The boy was big and strong, and he had the ability to slap her with enough force to bruise her gigantic, implanted breast, so he did. The slap sent both of her 10,000cc breasts into motion and made a striking sound, causing a fit of jiggling on her chest that took a whole minute to slow down. During that minute, he came into Natalie’s pussy exhaustively. “Take that fucking cum, you stupid, plastic, bitch. You dumb fucking bitch! I’m filling up your nasty slütty cunt just the way you want, you trashy, plastic succubus.”

      Natalie sighed as the hot semen flooded her insides, rewarding her womb with sperm and injecting her brain with satiating neurochemicals. She panted heavily, “I can’t believe I turned myself into a dumbass Barbie fuck-toy who has these heavy, mega-tits, inflated plastic parts, and fucks boys all day. I’m such a dumb plastic bitch and I love it!”

      The boy pulled his cock out of the slüt and massaged her fleshy globes. He slapped his cock down on her taught little tummy and let the remainder of his cum dribble out on her stomach. “Holy fucking FUCK! That was the best fuck I’ve ever had. We need to do this again, and soon!”

      “Sure thing, sweetie. You can give me as much of cum as I can take. I’m just a dumb plastic slüt.” Natalie stood up and began to load her huge fake boobs back into her skimpy top and then slipped on her skintight leggings that showed off her absurdly inflated buttocks. She then pouted her soft, fleshy lip pillows and asked her boy toy, “Do you have any other roommates that want to fuck me… maybe at the same time. I love getting skewered from both ends. I don’t care how rough they are. I like it hard.”

      The boy was still breathing heavily form his athletic effort. “Well, fuck… Let me text my boys at the party. I’ll get you fucked as much as you want tonight, you dumb plastic cunt. There’s like thirty drunk dudes downstairs that I’m sure would be happy to use your slütty bimbo body. But first, tell me how big those crazy huge boobs are?”

      Natalie smiled fiendishly, “Well, my boobs have 10,000cc of saline each, which makes them weigh 40 pounds total. That’s all the math I can do. Hehehe! I don’t remember how big my ass and how big my lips are inflated. They’re just huge, like my boobs.” She pouted her dick sucking lips and inquired, “So can you find me more guys to fuck tonight, pleaseeeeee…?”

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Re: Short Story Collection (With Pictures)
« Reply #14 on: April 17, 2021, 02:15:23 pm »
I‘m sooo happy that you upload such short stories <3
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