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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 bl...

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...

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...

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...

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 stran...

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, leani...

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, an...

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 humil...

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 t...

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.

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 c...

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 eve...

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 �...

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 agains...

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 whe...

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...

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 ...

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 m...

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...

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 ever...

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...

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 t...

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 ...

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 b...

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, some...

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...

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 bec...