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Write a story using this writing prompt: After accepting a sponsorship deal, a streamer starts slowly turning into an oversexed cowgirl... (Or cat girl) | [
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"content": "I started watching Rose42 live-streams on Twitch about 2 years ago, as a way to escape the nonsense of the 2020 news cycle. I had watched a few other streamers over the years but there was something about Rose42 that seemed more genuine. She wasn’t a typical “girl streamer” flashing her tits or sitting in a hot-tub to get more views. She wasn’t even a typical game streamer using stupid gimmicks and catch phrases.\n\n​\n\nI admit it was a definite plus that she was a good looking relatively fit redhead with sparkling green eyes, but it wasn’t the ONLY reason I watched. No, she just seemed to genuinely enjoy the games she was playing and usually had some interesting and entertaining reactions to things. That’s why I was so disappointed when she announced one day she had picked up MooMax Shakes as a sponsor.\n\n​\n\nRose42 had sponsors before of course, she had to pay the bills after all. But plugs for VPNs and crappy mobile games were one thing, the whole MooMax thing was a whole other level. It had invaded the platform a few months earlier and it seemed to be the hot new thing every channel was pushing. Every channel run by a woman anyway.\n\n​\n\nThe first couple weeks I didn’t notice anything unusual other than the obligatory “Hey guys I gotta take a minute to tell you about my great new sponsor MooMax health shakes!” bit at the start of every stream. She would say that bit and would sip the shake on camera through the stream but that was about it. But then I noticed she started wearing more revealing tops. Nothing over the top, but she was definitely showing off more boob than she used to. And I also noticed she suddenly had a lot more boob to show. I switched between the current live-stream and an older stream from a few weeks ago a few times and yeah, I wasn’t imagining it. She was up a cup size or two.\n\n​\n\nThe next thing I noticed was of course, the horns. They were impossible to miss after all. They started as just two bumps on either side of her head near her temples, just forward and above her ears. Unless she took her headset off they didn’t stand out much. But over a few weeks they grew out into some fairly impressive horns, probably 8 inches in length. It was a fairly common side effect of Moomax, as most other women using the shakes grew them too. The people in chat brought it up a lot and Rose acknowledged her new anatomy of course, but downplayed the horns as “just a sign you are taking your health seriously with MooMax!”\n\n​\n\nFor a while things seemed to get a bit more normal again. I mean yeah Rose was looking like a fitness model, she had huge tits, and there were cow horns sticking out of her head but other than that she was the same fun game focused streamer I had been watching all along. Then one day during a live-stream of the horror game Visage she paused the game to go for a bathroom break. When she stood up out of the chair and turned to leave the room the camera caught her backside and it was fairly clear she was growing a tail. The whole time she was gone the chat was going nuts. When she came back and sat down she saw all the chats about her tail and she just sort of coughed and said “uh, yeah guys, I got a tail now.” She kept trying to focus on the game but chat wasn’t letting her tail go. People were offering up huge donation offers if she would show it off. Finally she just stood up and turned around so everyone could see the cow tail she had sticking out of her backside. She swished it back and forth a few times, then sat back down. The chat lit up with donations and she seemed rather frustrated everyone wanted to talk about her tail and her tits more than the game.\n\n​\n\nShe resisted the inevitable for another week or so but money talks and she eventually changed her setup so the camera showed off her body more. She got a new chair and it let her tail hang freely out the back. She still played video games but the focus of the stream was becoming more focused on her body and of course all the amazing benefits of MooMax health shakes. I stopped watching regularly around that point. It was what I had been worried about hen she first accepted MooMax as a sponsor. Most of the other channels that had MooMax just became sex focused cowgirl channels.\n\n​\n\nI still tuned in sometimes but Rose42 was usually hooked up to a milking machine, trying a new “personal massager” or something of that nature.\n\n​\n\nA couple weeks ago I got a notification on my phone that Rose42’s channel had changed the channel flair from “gaming” to “adult entertainment”. No surprise there. I watched a new live-stream and it was her fully nude getting railed by some guy who was holding her by the horns as he thrust into her. I have to admit though the shakes had her looking great. Her body was fit and her breasts had grown to a very impressive size. The big teat nipples weren’t my thing, but I admit the horns and tail looked good on her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When he swiped a gender swap potion from his witch girlfriend to play a sexy prank on his friend, he assumed she'd be able to turn him back easily. This was a poor assumption... | [
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"content": "\"I can't believe you'd be so irresponsible, Roy,\" Cait said, hands on her hips. She was a beautiful girl with long black hair, tan skin, and dark makeup. She was wearing a tank top and yoga pants, having just gotten back from her yoga class and drinks with her friends. \n\nIn contrast, I was wearing a pair of oversized sweatpants and one of my t-shirts that I was swimming in. My hair was brown and hung just past my jaw. Not that I normally looked like this, of course. I was usually a guy. \"I'm sorry, babe,\" I said, still not used to my higher voice. \n\n\"You should be!\" Cait said. \"You don't know what you're doing with my magic. What if you screwed something up? Seriously, why even do this?\" \n\nI bit my lip, thinking back...\n\n---------------------------------\n\nI laughed to myself, which came out as more of a giggle, as I made my way down the hall of the apartment building. I had raided Cait's closet and found a really hot sundress she hadn't worn in a while. It was light blue and showed off her breasts nicely. Which, since my current body was a bit better in that department than hers was, meant it showed mine off nicely too. \n\nI stopped in front of Don's apartment and knocked. It took a few minutes for him to open the door, and I could tell he was confused right away. I didn't give him a chance to say anything before I launched into my prepared speech. \"Thank goodness you opened the door. I live a few doors down the hall, my name is Rachel. I locked myself out and was hoping I could borrow a phone to call my friend who has my spare key?\" \n\n\"Oh, sure...\" Don said. He ducked back inside and emerged a moment later with his phone. \"Here you go.\" \n\nI took the phone and dialed a number I knew was dead, then went through my fake conversation. When I was done, I sighed and handed the phone back to him. \"Thanks so much. She'll be here in about an hour.\" \n\n\"What are you gonna do until then?\" Don asked. \n\nI bit my lip and looked down the hall, trying not to give away that I had been hoping he'd ask that. \"I dunno, probably just hang out in the hall.\"\n\n\"That's no good. You want to come in and hang out until she gets here?\" \n\nI pretended to consider for a minute, then nodded. \"Thanks. That'd actually be great.\" \n\nWe walked inside and I glanced around like I hadn't been in his apartment a hundred times before. I made my way to the couch, sitting down, and then settled my eyes on a book. \"What's this,\" I asked, picking it up with a grin. \n\n---------------------------------\n\n\"You seriously did this to give your friend a hard time about his new hobby?\" Cait asked. \n\n\"It's so goofy, babe!\" I said, leaning my head back into the couch. \"Like, what does he think he's going to do with it? He thinks it can help him get girls, but...\"\n\n\"And this is better? Turning yourself into a woman to mess with him? What were you even planning to do?\"\n\n\"Well...\"\n\n---------------------------------\n\n\"It's just a passing interest,\" Don said, his face red. He reached for the book. \"I'm just messing around.\" \n\n\"With hypnosis?\" I asked, still grinning. \"Have you hypnotized anyone yet?\" \n\n\"Well, not yet-\"\n\n\"Oh! Do me! Try to hypnotize me!\" I said, handing him the book. \n\n\"What? Really?\" he asked.\n\n\"Yeah, it'll be fun. Worst case scenario? It doesn't work and we have a laugh, right?\" \n\nHe nodded and turned around, going to get something. I had to force myself not to laugh. My plan was pretty simple. Play along with the hypnosis, see what he was willing to try if he believed it worked. If he tried to get me to show my tits or something? I might go along with it. But at some point, I would just 'snap out of it' and freak out, making him panic. \n\nHe returned with a watch and sat on the table in front of me. \"You're sure you want to try this?\" he asked. When I nodded, he shrugged and let the watch dangle in front of my face, starting it waving back and forth. I did my part, following along with the movement.\n\n---------------------------------\n\n\"Oh my God, you're an idiot.\" \n\n\"I am not!\" I said. \"What's the harm? This girl doesn't really exist, and I was just gonna mess with him for a bit, make him freak out, then come home and change back.\" \n\n\"Yeah, sure, except what if he had actually been able to hypnotize you?\"\n\n\"He's not magic,\" I said, defensively. \n\n\"Neither is all hypnotism. Some normal people are actually able to do it.\" \n\n\"Well, he couldn't,\" I shot back, biting my lip. Things had just gotten a little... out of hand...\n\n---------------------------------\n\n\"How are you feeling?\" Don asked. I shrugged, trying to hide my glee. Did he really think there was a chance he had hypnotized me? \"I like your outfit, by the way. You're wearing it in a unique way.\" \n\nI raised an eyebrow and glanced down at myself. The dress was nice, sure. I had loved seeing it on Cait. I was a little worried it'd get stretched out, with the way I had the cups of the dress pulled down under my breasts to leave them exposed. I supposed that was unique, but I liked it. \"Thanks.\"\n\n\"Say, since you have you breasts on display, would you mind if I touched them?\" \n\n\"No, not at all,\" I said, leaning forward. It only made sense to let people touch my breasts if I was going to show them off. Don reached forward and grabbed them, then started squeezing and kneading them. His fingers went to my nipples and pinched, making me moan a little. God, that felt good. Maybe I would have a little fun if there was time before Ciat got back. \n\nHe played with my chest for a few minutes before I spoke up. \"Uhh, did you want to actually try hypnotizing me now?\" I asked. I couldn't really mess with him if he didn't really try anything. \n\n\"Sure,\" he said. He let go of my tits and grabbed the watch again, waving it in front of my face. \n\n* * * * *\n\nThis was so lame. I went to all this trouble, setting up this situation, and he hadn't even done anything that I could spring off of and make him freak out. I squeezed Don's balls as I bobbed my head back and forth. I took his cock out of my mouth and ran my tongue along the tip. I could taste his pre-cum and smiled. One of my favorite flavors. I wrapped my lips around him again and went back to sucking him off. \n\nHe ran his hand through my hair, then gripped it and pulled my head away from his cock. I sighed, a little disappointed. Did he not want me to finish? \"Your friend should be here soon, right?\" \n\nI looked over at his clock. It had already been almost an hour. \"Oh, yeah,\" I said. I stood up and straddled him, lowering myself onto his cock. \"Can't leave without getting this guy in my pussy.\" \n\n\"You did mention you hated not trying a guys dick when you meet one.\" \n\n\"Mmhmm,\" I said, starting to bounce on his cock. His mouth went to my nipple and sucked, tongue flicking against it and sending little jolts of pleasure through me. His hands fondled my ass as it slapped against his thighs, and he even slapped me a few times. Not something I was really into, but that was fine. After a little bit, I could feel him tense. He gripped my ass so hard, and shot his load deep into me. I moaned as I came from the feeling. I loved getting creampies. It felt so fucking good. It was kind of weird I didn't have Cait turn me into a woman more so I could experience it. \n\nHe kissed me, and I let him. It was a little weird, since he was my friend, but he was pretty hot. I got off him and started dressing, needing to make my escape to keep up appearances. It was a shame the hypnosis prank hadn't worked out, but at least I got a nice dicking.\n\n---------------------------------\n\n\"Well, whatever. Let's get you turned back. As objectively attractive as you are, I'm not into women. And so long as you didn't get cum in you there won't be a problem,\" Cait said. I froze at that, not that she noticed since she was already walking away to get the potion to turn me back. My phone buzzed and I reached for it, hoping for a distraction from the bomb that had just been dropped on me and the conversation I'd probably soon be having. Like... she knew I liked getting fucked. She couldn't have warned me?\n\nI saw a text from Don. Pictures of me, the girl me, sucking his dick. \"And you said the hypnosis stuff wouldn't work out.\" \n\nI furrowed my brow. He had taken pictures? Why hadn't I noticed? And what hypnosis? He hadn't done anything to me.\n\nStill, seeing his dick in that picture made me feel hot. I looked in the direction that Cait had gone and couldn't hear her coming back. I raised my shirt, exposing my tits, and lowered my pants to show off my pussy. I snapped a picture and sent it off, then set my clothes back. Cait came back a moment later. \n\n\"Ready to turn back?\" she asked. \n\n\"Umm, about that...\" I said, pausing as my phone buzzed. I looked down and saw another text from Don. A simple \"WTF?\". I sighed, why had this gotten so complicated?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she let herself be hypnotized into agreeing to whatever sexual favor anyone who gave her food asked for, with the release condition being when she no longer found it fun, everyone figured it would last the rest of the night at most. That was at least a couple of weeks ago... | [
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"content": "There are a few things you do not expect to see in this life. A winning lottery ticket in your hands, your celebrity crush asking you out, the Pope saying the word ‘shit’ on live television, among other such things that could happen, but simply do not. Seeing my best friend on all-fours, butt-naked save for the collar around her neck and eating out of a bowl on the floor was one of those things. And yet, there Dolly was.\n\n“She wanted fun, food and fucking,” Hector, pants lost weeks ago at this point, sounded from the sofa, “so I figured out a system. She’ll take the second for the third so long as it makes her feel the first!” In all the years of knowing her, I had never pegged Dolly as much of a fan of any of those things, or of Hector’s mystic schtick. I suppose that is exactly why she needed his help to even get to this point. Whatever her thoughts before, she was certainly still enjoying herself now, given a grin and a certain glistening.\n\nHector and Hunter, another man he had roped into all of this, spared no time regaling me in what they had all been up to in the past month. Dolly had taken rather quickly to being the ‘sexy beast’ in perhaps its most literal sense and had practically drained them dry of snacks and fluids. Hector’s pride was only equalled by his exhaustion, so curious was he to see just how long he could keep this going, which is where I came into the picture.\n\nI joined in, of course. For the first time it seemed she agreed with me at just how attractive she really was. A small part of me worried that perhaps her ‘holiday’ from all responsibilities was stretching on a bit longer than she would have planned, but that simply became a hope that perhaps I would be the one to finally satisfy her.\n\nI was not.\n\nAfter a day’s worth of snacking and sucking, feasting and fucking, I was already spent. The other two even more so, already passed out. I lingered awake, just as nude, admiring her chowing down on dessert; ice-cream face-first. “I seem to recall,” I teased her, in a stupor, “that you told me once that you’re ‘too smart to be hypnotised’. That ‘only idiots think it’s real’.”\n\nAnd that’s when she turned to stare me right in the face, glaze gone from her eyes. She smiled, devilishly. “Hypnosis isn’t real, idiot,” is all she told me, before returning to her bowl. There were a few things I did not expect to see in life, but that was something I had not at all expected to hear."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a young prostitute turns out to have latent magical talent, a wizard ends up with a new apprentice, a rather sexy apprentice who's quite the flirty coquette... | [
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"content": "Three men were huddled around the campfire. Ivy couldn’t tell who was who but her master could. \n\n“That one, with the red sash around his waist.” Her master says quietly, pointing to the one who sat opposite the other two. \n\n“Yes master.” She whispers. \n\nIn complete silence they exit the thicket of bushes and duck into their magically concealed tent. \n\nThe inside, naturally, was much bigger than the outside dimensions, and was brightly lit with warm lantern light that did not leak out of the camouflaged exterior. The room is richly furnished, a demonstration of her master’s prodigious skill in spacial and physical manipulations, as the whole tent and all its contents could be folded up from the outside into a portable satchel which even Ivy could carry with ease. \n\n“Alright, you know what to do. Make him watch while you deal with the other two. Pass this challenge and I will endorse your application to the university and you will pass your apprenticeship.” He says proudly. \n\nHe is a wise man, a wizard. He is tall and strongly built, suitable in physique for a knight, but magic was always where his passion lay. In his forty fifth year, he was neither old nor young, but just the right age for Ivy who herself was in her 20th year, but liked the touch of older men. \n\nIvy herself is a petite little twig of a girl. So named because her master had disguised her flogging scars with tattoos of winding ivy. Before they met she had no name except whore, slut, babe, sweetie, sugar cheeks, or whatever pet names men called their prostitutes. She had been a slave. And now here she is, about to go to the University of Magical Arts. \n\n“I may need a little charging.” She says impishly. It’s a lie, and he knows it. \n\n“No you don’t, you just want to have sex for the fun of it.” He replies, not looking at her and busying himself with some papers on his desk opposite the bed they shared. \n\n“And why not? We should celebrate.” She says, rubbing his shoulders from behind.\n\n“No. After. Go and deal with those men and then you can recharge with me all night long.” He insists. \n\nIvy puts on her best pout. “Come on, just a little bit, please?”\n\nHe relents and heaves a sigh. “Alright, just because I love you. You’re so pampered for an apprentice.”\n\nHe turns around and faces her. He’s half a meter taller than her and substantially wider. It is with extreme gentleness and tenderness however that he undoes the fastenings on Ivy’s apprentice robe. \n\nGiggling, she shrugs and the robes slides off her slender shoulders into a pile on the floor. She is wearing nothing underneath. \n\nHer master scowls. “I’ve told you to wear undergarments. It’s not proper to go about with naught but your robe.”\n\n“Sorry master, I just love being naked so much.” She says. \n\nIt’s true. Ivy feels more alive when she is nude. Clothes for her are restrictive, suffocating. Her magic is much stronger when bare skinned. \n\nGiggling, she takes her master by the hand to the bed and pushes him down onto it. She sits in his lap and lets his hands caress her body. She starts to nuzzle and kiss his face while he holds her tenderly in his arms. \n\nHer master’s hand finds the wetness between her legs. She moans as his callused fingers parts her lower lips and slides into her most private area. \n\nThe lights in the tent grow brighter and change to moody reddish orange in response to her moaning. \n\nShe locks lips with her master as he fucks her with his fingers while holding her on his lap by the hip with his other hand. She kisses him with such passion and her whole body shudders at his touch. \n\nFinally she orgasms and her ivy tattoos glow a bright silvery blue while she vocalizes her pleasure. While she can’t be sure of it, Ivy suspects that her magical talents have blessed her with a much more powerful and long lasting orgasm than the mundane woman. It is for this reason that she loves sex, it grants her both power and pleasure. \n\n“Now, go. I’ve humored your horny-ness enough. You have a job to do.” Her master say, firmly placing her back on her feet. \n\nShe smiles and leaves the tent exactly as she is. She won’t need her clothes for the test she is to perform. \n\nHe was right, she didn’t need the energy. But having the extra charge from her orgasm felt nice. It was always better to have more energy than not enough. \n\nHer tattoos are still glowing, revealing in the dark night outside the tent the extent of her scars. Being a slave is no easy thing, a prostitute slave even more so. Before her master had taught her to control her sexomancy Ivy had caused numerous accidents with her magic, which at the time she didn’t even know she had. They attributed it to clumsiness, defiance, and just bad luck. But whenever she was overcharged from too much sex her powers would lash out randomly and destructively. The results of these accidents were frequent floggings. \n\nThe Ivy tattoos that hide her violent history twist up and down her legs, form an intertwined knot bedazzled with flowers on her back, travel lazily down her chest, and link up with the vines on her legs where they begin at her groin.\n\n1/2"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A succubus is so into gaming, that she likes to keep playing even during sex, pretending that she's focused totally on the game, even while she's coming her brains out. | [
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"content": "Winter, 1996. The mall was packed with kindly people and college students roaming between Sears and Walden Books and Toys R Us and Hallmark, drifting through all the scents and smells of Christmas. There was a huge North Pole village, biggest in the state they say. \n\n\nShe was a Santa's helper; \"Veronica,\" this time. Her horns had somehow slipped into the crook of her smile, pointed tail in her fingernails, and an absolutely impossible hourglass. Her curves where bursting out of a low cut red top and skirt with white frills. Already some kid had tried to bury his face in her chest but she just laughed. \n\n\nHer first day at 'work,' and nearly everyone in the mall had been put under the enchantment. Spreading a little devilishly seductive mist with every handhold and cheek press for all these photos. She loved seeing her victims hearts flutter, eyes darting like they just couldn't help themselves. She would bend over a little far sometimes, just barely exposing her free pussy to a hot dad or a bewildered teen. She would queeze her heavy head-sized tittes together every time she put down her clipboard, looking into the eyes of every guy in line as if to say *look at them, i dare you. Get lost in my eyes...* \n\n\nShe left for her smoke break, stroking the chin of her supervisor as she turned away, a step in her heels that made her apple ass shake, buttcheek just peeking out from the skirt. \n\n\n*In about 30 minutes, I could take it all off and they wouldn't do a thing...* \n\n\nBut this wasn't 'Victorias' first mass-seduction. Christmas is, after all, peak season for hell. This year though, she stumbled on a copy of E.T. for the NES (the proud work of one her devil friends - hung like 30 horses.) They laughed over a feast of souls about the misery it caused. But of course it came with other good games and... \n\n\nWell, she was super good at them. And honestly, sex with humans was getting tedious - you can only get spitroasted by football team of Balrogs before screwing nervous sinners just didn't do it for you anymore. So hell - it's Christmas! May as well treat herself. \n\n\nThere was a Crash Bandicoot display, something Vikki had been dying to try out. She feigned amusement, pressing a finger to her bimbo lips, already catching the eye of every guy in the EB games where she eyed the double joysticks. She pressed her thumbs over the flat tips, picking up where someone left off. She left her slut face on while she concentrated. \n\n\nThe bold guy - there was always one - walked up behind her. He was tall and muscular with a backwards baseball cap, tan chino's only barely containing his bulge. \"Mind if I get next?\" \n\n\nShe cocked her head like she didn't understand the question, blonde hair falling over her shoulder, revealing the rabbit tattoo between her shoulder blades. She hiked her skirt up, pussy perfectly presented while she leaned on the controller, still looking up at the tv above her. She was soaking wet, glistening on her thigh, and the pheremones that slipped through the mall these hours was simply too strong for any mortal mind. *You couldn't deny me if you tried.* \n\n\n\"Get it now. Duh.\" she popped some bubblegum. \n\n\nHis cock was strong and girthy, definitely enough to stretch her out a little. Honestly it was more than she expected for the first one. Still, she leaned back into him like a seat while he gave her his all. Long wet strong strokes slammed into her core over and over. The line at the register stopped moving. The display she was getting her pussy wrecked at was up against the glass to the main hall of the mall, where people were stopping to watch. A girl got out a disposable Kodak. \n\n\nThe iris and pupils vanished from her first victim as he came buckets directly into her infernal womb. (Plus his soul, but neither he or anyone else would ever know it was hers now ;) ) \n\n\nNext one, not half as big as the first guy. Oh well, he slapped her ass nice and took good care of her titties. Still hardly broke concentration, no crates missed. \"Booyah!\" She laughed an earnest laugh while the lips between her lips slurped up another soul. The train rolled up, and she hardly noticed each one as they passed and gave her their whole load. \n\n\nShe had convinced some shy college girl to drink the pussy out of her body while she cut the glass of the console with her finger. She snapped her fingers at a married couple, who automatically collected some games. *Ooooo Tekken 2.* \n\n\nShe pulled out the Crash demo copy and put in something for 2 players. \"You.\" She pointed at the first guy, the Jock, the best fuck so far (out of the 20 or so souls she had devoured with her soaking hole.) He dropped his pants as she gentle cupped his dick in her long, forked tongue. She gently blew his soul back into him. \n\n\n\"What the fuck!\" He came back to consciousness, seeing the mall devolve into chaos. People were fucking left and right. Inhibition had been lost, this blonde girl had driven the sex frenzy into a near riot. \n\n\n\"Wanna play a game with the devil?\" She grinned, revealing her fangs. \"Lose, I take your soul again. Win...\" \n\n\nThe Jock looked skeptical, but also naked. He steeled himself. \"And I keep my soul?\" \n\n\n\"Hahaha sure sure,\" she laughed between throating two other hard cocks, slurping up a soul from each one brought to orgasm with one hand while she did her warmup match. \"But cmon, lets keep it interesting. What do you want?\" \n\n\nAs she said want, she opened her mouth, letting him take a good long look down her silk throat. She bent towards him at an unnattrual angle, an older man losing his soul in her sloppy asshole, as she drooled and gave him her best \"fuck me senseless\" eyes. \n\n\nShe selected Kuma. \n\n\n\"You gotta give these people back their souls,\" he said, rock hard with a textbook fear-boner. \"If you can't do that, th-\" \n\n\n\"Ooo!\" She giggled inhumanly. \"Yes, lets do that, it'll be fun. Even if I lose, the punishment isn't... *all* bad.\" She showed her teeth again, almost looking forward to the Balrogs. \n\n\n\"But thats a lot of loss for my bosses,\" she tsked. \"If you want to play hero fine - but if I win,\" \n\n\nThe lights flickered as someone screamed in ecstasy, near the wishing fountain. \"You'll be my plaything for the rest of eternity.\"\n\nHis blood was pumping, adrenaline shook. The Jock knew this was for real. In order to save all those people, he would have to give her his all. \n\n\n\\[Does the Jock win or lose? You comment and decide! In pt. 2. Someday.\\]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A suburban witch casts a powerful virility spell for her husband while he's at work, hoping he'll come home ready to ravage her with magically-enhanced equipment to spice up their sex life. She's shocked when her son comes home from school, sporting a frighteningly large bulge in his pants. | [
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"content": "I loved my husband and my son, but when it came to naming our child, I was always slightly perturbed that we went with the \"Jr.\" naming convention. As in Jonathon Jr. But... Now, I'm rethinking my stance. \n\nMy husband and I had been having a pretty stale sex life over the past few years. With J.J. out of the house, I figured things might change. But they didn't. Instead, they only stagnated. So, I got to work. I hadn't cast spells in quite a while, but I figured I'd give it a go. J.J. was at college, so my husband and I would have the house to ourselves to fuck for hours. Or days! \n\n\"When Jonathon comes home, let him be filled with the arousal of ten men, the stamina of one hundred. Let his inhibitions be erased. Let him be filled with the primal need to fuck and claim and breed. Let him fill me with cum for days on end!\" I said, casting the prophetic spell over the front door. With that, I went to go shower. I felt pretty good about this. \n\nAs I came back down in my towel, I heard the jingling of keys as the door began to open. *That's odd,* I thought. *Jon is home really early...* Much to my shock and horror, my son, **Jonathon**, opened the door. The magic fell from the banister, covering him. His eyes flashed a bright pink and I saw his erection instantly bulge in his pants, his cock growing past what I assumed was its normal size. \"J.J... now, just calm down. Mommy will—\" \n\nHe cut me off as he lunged at me with an animalistic urgency. He didn't speak; he only panted as he pressed me against the wall. His hand ripped off my towel, leaving me exposed. He forced me to my knees and pressed his crotch against my face, his jeans rubbing against me. I hastily fumbled with them, morbidly curious, but also wanting to solve this conondrum. His cock flopped out, thick as a can and long as a foot-long ruler. I think I may have overdone the potency... \n\nNot that I had time to think as he shoved it in between my lips, stretching me out in an almost comical sense. My eyes rolled back as tears streamed from them while I struggled to take it in. Whatever magic I'd used was helping me accodomate him as he pushed back into and down my throat, pulling in and out, fucking my face roughly like it was a pussy. It was... *so hot.* I could feel myself drip between my legs. It didn't take him long to cum firm my throat. It was like drinking a full gallon of water as he poured it into me. \n\nAfter he finished cumming, he pulled out with a 'pop!' and tossed me onto my back on the ground. It was impossible for me to resist as he pinned me down and pressed his cock against my cunt. \"J.J., please, it won't fit!\" I looked up at him and saw the primal hunger staring back. He was going to fuck me whether I wanted to or not. \n\nHe pushed his hardened dick into my pussy, forcing the walls to spread and take him in. I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as he slid past my slick walls and pressed against my womb. Both of his hands grabbed my hips and, with inhuman strength, he began to pound me like a sex toy. I felt my tongue loll out of my mouth as a eurphoric delerium settled in. \"Mmm... So... Good... Cum in mommy... Fil her naughty pussy...\" I moaned, my eyes rolling back yet again as I climaxed. My cunt squeezed tightly around his cock, resulting in another massive load filling me. \n\nBy the time my husband had come home, I was covered and filled with cum, on my hands and knees as J.J. fucked me from behind. My belly was full of cum and I could barely think straight. I managed to squeak out an explanation that sated my husband's confusion and somewhat halted his angry disgust. \n\nExcept it didn't stop that day. Or the next. Or the day after that. We fucked for a week straight, barely stopping for the usual needs. The house smelled like pure, raw sex. Eventually, even as J.J. came to his senses, he was changed. He had claimed me and I was his. He took me back to college with him as his slut and I happily went along. With his newfound virility and massive cock, I helped him enslave and breed many of the other college women. But that's a story for another day."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A guy finds a girl's ass stuck in a wall, and uses her -- as flirting practice. | [
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"content": "So, I perhaps took some artistic license with some of the details of the prompt. I hope that’s okay. Thanks for the prompt.\n\n**Story contains:** >!M|F, the potential for buttstuff!<\n***\n&nbsp;\n\nBen was passing a house he had passed countless times before. It was a neighbors’ house, not one he was well acquainted with, but still a neighbor. So, when he heard a very human whimper behind their white picket fence, his instinct was to immediately investigate. \n\nWhen he swung the gate open the first thing he noticed was the most incredibly peachy ass he had ever seen, jutting out from his neighbors’ side door. It was rounded perfection, a fleshy shade of warm honey, wrapped in flimsy red cotton running shorts with white trim. The elasticized waistband of her shorts were folded over on itself. The tapered edges were heaped-up to the framed edge of what was apparently a doggy door. Her legs were long and shapely, and her feet were tucked into a pair of well-worn pink and white running shoes. She rose up from her knees, wriggling back forth, her knees cantered, ready to lunge, but she had nowhere to go. \n\nBen couldn’t see anything beyond her hips. There was no window built into the door and no adjacent window for him to peek through. \n\nThe rubber flap on the doggy door looked bunched up and pinched tightly into the corners of the opening, just around her hips. Either her hips were too wide or her ass was too thick, either way, there was no going through. There was also no backing out with the rubber flap jammed up in the top of the opening. \n\n“Are you okay?” Ben shouted, hoping his voice would reach her ears behind the thick wooden door.\n\nBen, heard a muffled voice say, “Thank God, a person!”\n\nThen he could hear a sort of muttering behind the door, but not much else, “Are you okay?” He repeated.\n\n“YES!” She answered, then she meekly mumbled something that sounded like, “I got locked out. This is my aunt’s house…” There was a huff and she kicked her legs a little, “I’m not a thief or anything I swear,” she added loudly and clearly. \n\n“I believe you,” he answered, “how can I help?”\n\nThe woman’s ass wriggled. She balanced her lower half on the tips of her toes and took two skittering steps forward. The rubber soles of her sneakers scraped against the concrete, and she went down hard on her knees. She howled in pain, her lithe legs kicked about, but she was no less stuck.\n\n“Should I call the fire department?” he offered.\n\n“No,” she replied pitifully, “Call me a locksmith? —and maybe get some oil or grease or something?”\n\nHe dutifully looked up a locksmith on his phone and dialed the first result. The gruff voice on the other end of the line explained his next available appointment was nearly three hours from now, emergency or not.\n\n“Three hours,” he explained to the faceless woman.\n\nHe could hear the woman groan in frustration, “Do you mind waiting with me?”\n\n“I can try a few more?” He suggested.\n\n“No, it’s fine,” She answered in a huff. Then she hiked up her knees, raising the rounded peaks of her ass high as she attempted to stretch her back. \n\nHe relayed the address some other pertinent information to the locksmith, then hung up the phone. \n\n“I can go to the grocery store or something and come back with some oil,” he suggested.\n\n“No, please don’t leave,” she begged, “this is actually pretty nerve-racking. Do you mind waiting with me?”\n\nThree hours was a long time to wait, but he supposed he had the time to spare, “sure,” he answered.\n\n“Thank you,” the faceless woman answered. He could hear the relief in her voice from the other side of the door. \n\nAs strange as the circumstances were, he realized this was probably the longest conversation he’s had with any woman without getting anxious.\n\n“What’s your name?” He asked trying not to gawk at the shapely pair of cheeks protruding out from the rectangular little door. \n\n“Julie… well Juliana, but everyone calls me Julie.”\n\n“Brennan,” he answered, “but I go by Ben. Pleased, to kind of meet you?”\n\nJulie laughed musically from behind the other side of the door. \n\nHer ass twitched and jiggled as she laughed. By now the fabric of her little micro running shorts were wedgied —what he could only assume to be— uncomfortably deep in between her ass cheeks. \n\nHe thought for a moment about picking the fabric free, and his cock twitched excitedly but he quickly shook the urge from his head. He silently cursed himself for even considering it.\n\n“Did you have any plans this weekend?” Julie asked graciously saving him from his own thoughts.\n\nBen thought about it moment. He may never see this woman again, and he had no clue what she even looked like. He may as well be honest. He cleared his throat, “I have a date on Sunday, my first real date in a while.”\n\nJulie tittered from beyond the heavy wooden door, “I love, LOVE! Is she or I mean... are THEY anyone special?” \n\n“It's a woman, and no, not really, just trying online dating for the first time. I’m horribly awkward in real life.”\n\n“You don’t seem awkward to me,” Julie answered in an assuring tone. \n\n“Thanks… but I don’t have high hopes.”\n\n“Ben, you have to be confident. Women like confidence. Also, ask her about herself, and let her know you’re interested.”\n\nBen sighed, “I know… but I just get so nervous…”\n\n“Alright, step one, greet her with a hug… lots of eye contact too, but don’t be creepy about it. It’s not a staring contest.”\n\n“These instructing would be a lot more helpful if I could actually see you,” Ben answered.\n\nThe woman wiggled back and forth but she was still as stuck as she was before. She let out another frustrated groan, “Still stuck…”\n\n“The locksmith should be here soon. Well, like in a couple of hours,” Ben clarified. \n\n“Alright, I’ll tell you what, pretend I’m your date,” Julie suggested, and she made a show of crossing her smooth legs at the ankle.\n\nBen realized her knees were digging into the concrete below her, and quickly pulled his sweater over his head and tucked it under her knees.\n\n“Oh my God, thank you!” Julie cheered.\n\n“You’re welcome.” \n\n“Alright, the second thing is ...if the date’s going well. You’ve asked about things she likes and dislikes, her interests, all of those things. You guys can tell you’re both getting good vibes. Reach out and touch her. Nothing scary, but stroke her shoulders, caress her fingers, woman go crazy for stuff like that.”\n\n“How is that not creepy?” Ben questioned.\n\n“It’s only creepy if she’s not into it.” Julie insisted, “I’ll tell you what, if she’s touching you, then you're probably in the clear.”\n\n“So, just like a gentle caress?”\n\n“Okay, try it on me,” Julie suggested, “Just like a gentle stroke on my thigh or whatever. I’ll tell you if it was good.”\n\nBen was taken aback by the sudden invitation to touch this attractive (at very least from the waist down) stranger. \n\n“Are you sure that’s okay?”\n\n“Ben confidence, remember?” Julie scolded. \n\nWithout any more convincing Ben reached out and stroked the curve of her ass. He heard Julie choke out a gasp the moment his fingers grazed her skin.\n\n“Just going for it, huh?” Julie teased.\n\nBen swallowed hard, his fingers sliding across rounded edges of her ass as gently as he could.\n\n“A little more pressure,” Julie recommended.\n\nHer ass felt so firm but also deceptively soft. At her advice, he turned his caress into a squeeze. The tips of his fingers briefly wandered beneath the cover of her shorts before he pulled his hand away.\n\n“How was that?” Ben asked his faceless instructor.\n\nJulie hummed for a moment, “that was good. Really good. Okay, let's try something else, women love compliments. What about giving me a compliment?\"\n\nBen's eyes were glued to her ass. His cock was beginning to stiffen in his jeans. It was hard to think of much else. He wanted to reach out and caress it some more. To squeeze it. Maybe, even give her a spank or two. \n\n\"You're a really good teacher,\" Ben answered, despite the glaring bit of perfection sitting right in front of him.\n\nJulie's ass cheeks clenched and flexed, each bouncing independently as she gave her ass a little wag, \"that was unexpected.\"\n\nBen could almost see the smile on her face. \"No, good?\" He asked.\n\nJulie laughed, \"No, that was excellent. Just surprising. You should never randomly compliment a specific body part. We're not an inventory of parts to be admired.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" Ben answered, feeling quietly ashamed, but happy he ignored his first instinct. \n\nJulie clarified, \"...but once you get to know a person, complimenting something purely physical is completely fine. You know, because they already know you appreciate more than that.\"\n\n\"That makes sense,\" Ben said, only now stealing glances of Julie's perfect ass, perky and presently less than an arm's length away.\n\n\"Yeah, women aren't complicated, someone as nice as you should have no problem in the dating scene...\" Julie said cheerfully.\n\n\"You know... I know it's weird, but this feels a bit like a date,\" The moment the words left his mouth, Ben regretted saying them.\n\nAfter what seemed like eons Ben let out a small awkward laugh. It was so silent he thought he could hear the insects scuttering about in the lawn around them.\n\n\"I should go,\" Ben said quietly breaking the awkward tension."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The busty tavern owner approaches. "Alright, you've got two options. Either pay your bar tab..." She lifts up her skirt and reveals a monster cock. "...or this 'll be the only thing you'll be drinking here." | [
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"content": "Immediately, the tipsy haze leaves me.\n\nNothing in the room seems clearer, louder, brighter than that exposed highlight of pure, virile sex power. \n\nLong, red, and veined - dripping pale at the tip like a leaky keg tap - it seems so heavy that the entire thing bends down with it's weight. The horrible alternative is that it's yet to be fully hard, that even at this length that seems longer than my *forearm*, that beast of a woman still has more blood to pump, more fleshy volume to fill and grow. It lingers from between her thighs like a horrible skinless bear between tough oak trees, horrid tip and leaking entrance like the salivating jaw of the most hungry of monsters. Even the men around me start to quiet, like birds and cicadas silenced by approaching doom beast. \n\nI'm stuck totally still, hand still wedged in my bag. The flirty toying confidence I equipped to escape this predicament seems like a weak candle to the cold freeze of unease and fear that's now taken me. But there's a heat. A warmth, a sparkle of flame that reaches from the very top of my leather leggings to the round crest of my breast, to the loose spread whimper of my open lips. Need, salivation, desire, a shock of emotion that I so nearly quiet with shame and denial. But there *is* no denying it. That thing is monstrous.\n \nSuddenly my bag seems much deeper; I plunge my fingers in, searching for an empire mint, a doubloon, a shekel, anything shining. There has to be *something*,\n\nShe - is it possible it call her a person anymore, with that horror show beneath her garments? - steps around the bar, and the other patrons steer clear. But not out of my same fear, not of a shared anxiety - they're *grinning*, they step out of the way, smiles like teeth of hungry wolves, postures like soldiers to a coming home hero on his final steps to a maiden. But I'm the maiden. *I'm the fucking maiden*! \n\nI pull out my knife, and stab it right through my bag; the blade clatters through to the floor, and the rest of my things - a rag, a piece of bread, an empty coin purse - plop on the floor. *Empty*. *No money.*\n\n\"Wa- wait! I can work for this! I can clean!\"\n\n\"No need baby, the tips are always better after this.\"\n\nShe's a few steps in front of me now. Someone, some jerk, stronger, taller than me, presses on my shoulders, and my knees are so weak I can hardly stop that force. I just fall with hit.\n\nThe wood is hard on my skin, and poised like this, that bouncing, leaping monster is level with my face. With my mouth. Heat, undeniable now, flows in me, heavy and lurking in my core, but reaching up to me like hot mists. I can't close my mouth, it just *falls* open. My body knows, but I *refuse*. That thing will *kill* me. But my body doesn't care. My throat doesn't care.\n\nAnd then I can smell it.\n\nIt soars over the reek of the bar, of the sweat and booze, like a dragon of fire. Somehow the scent is *heavy*, it's encompassing, it's musky but sharp and *fuck*, I'm going to soak through my leggings. My legs spread automatically, even though I'm kneeling, and I realize immediately that this is my last chance to get away.\n\n\"I ca - I can't take that in, I'll vomit! I'll make a mess!\"\n\n\"Oh sweetie, I did tell you there was another reason for the anti-puking charm on the booze. You'll take it just fine.\"\n\nShe gives me a look, so satisfied she is in my mistake. At least I think she does, all I can do is watch her cock. Staring the beast right in its eyes. The smell is so strong I can taste it. It stings my tongue and - I'm not even sure when that pathetic little thing started hanging over my lips. But it is, wet and dripping with salivation over my chin. I can hear it when her precum hits the floor, when the dollop of fresh fuck sauce slaps on the dirty wood. Slow, falling, flying in the air and exploding on the stained brown. That's going to be me soon. A messy puddle on the ground. \n\nHer grip takes my hair. \n\nI whimper. Nobody hears it over the cheers of the men, so glad for their hero. I wanted to be a hero one day. Look at me now.\n\nAnd forward she pushes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Cassie is a virgin in college who has a crush on her female roommate, but is afraid to act on it, especially with Valentines Day coming up. When she buys an unusual item from an antique shop and meets a Genie to grant her 3 wishes, Cassie decides this is the time to finally follow her heart. | [
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"content": "*Almost there.*\r \n\r \nThe object in her hands now more closely resembled a Jenga tower than a cube. Thin, precisely crafted slats of wood sprawled out in every direction. Nearly the only thing that remained fastened was the lid. She'd completely lost track of time, hype fixated as she was. \r \n\r \n*I think...I think if I just push this piece...like this...*\r \n\r \n***click*** \n\nThe lid came off.\r \n\r \n\"Hah!\" she practically yelled in excitement. \"Fuck yeah!\"\r \n\r \n\"AT LAST!\" Another voice spoke.\r \n\r \nCassie screamed, tossing the box to the floor. \"W-what the fuck?!\"\r \n\r \nThere was silence for a few seconds. \"Who said that?!\"\r \n\r \nHer breathing came out in short gasps, her heart thumping in her chest.\r \n\r \nSlowly, almost imperceptibly at first, dark smoke began to pour out from the box. Cassie shook as she tried to get away from it, her back hitting her door again.\r \n\r \nThe smoke swirled and moved, not idly drifting, but with intention and purpose. More and more filled the room, then pulled in on itself, taking a rough shape. A *humanoid* shape.\r \n\r \nShe was too scared to move, to think. It was all she could do just to breath and watch.\r \n\r \nFinally, the vapors coalesced, bringing forth a solid creature, which popped into existence, then fell on the floor.\r \n\r \n\"Mmmmph,\" the being mumbled from what Cassie could only assume was a face planted on her bedroom floor. Taking a moment to examine it from across the room, it looked to be a thin person, roughly five-ish feet tall, with red-tinted skin. They, or it, wore a light fabric in a sort of tunic, dyed a beautiful deep purple. A feathery swirl of snow-white hair topped what she assumed was its head. \r \n\r \nSlowly, the creature got up, then stood.\r \n\r \n\"Salutations, Puzzle Solver.\" \r \n\r \nIt may have looked vaguely person-like, but it was certainly not human. Its face had sharp, vaguely threatening features, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. It looked neither masculine, nor feminine, but instead straddled the line between in a sort of impish parody of gender. Its voice was sultry, confident, soft-spoken and tender, but with a weight of authority and power.\r \n\r \nCassie swallowed, unable to choke out a reply. She gripped the carpet underneath her.\r \n\r \nThe creature blinked, annoyed. \"I understand why mine visage might give thee pause, but I implore you to indulge me for a moment.\"\r \n\r \nCassie blinked, terrified.\r \n\r \nIt cleared its throat. \"I am yet unaware of how long my latest rest doth held me captive, perhaps mine tongue need be...renewed,\" and in an instant, it was inches from Cassie's face. She yelped in surprise.\r \n\r \n\"I do beg your pardon for the impropriety, but in order for our inevitable contract to be fulfilled, a slightly uncomfortable task of language acquisition must needs be brought about,\" then, without any further warning, it kissed her. \r \n\r \nShe felt its lips, somehow radiating an almost painful amount of heat, press against hers, as its unnaturally long tongue probed her mouth, gently feeling within it with unsettling dexterity. Before she could try to push the thing off of her, it disengaged, levitating back to its former position in the center of the room.\r \n\r \nShe sat, stunned, while it seemed to be lost in thought. After a moment, its eyes locked with hers. \"Now then, how's this? English certainly has changed in the time since my last appearance.\"\r \n\r \n\"I...fuck.\" It was all Cassie could manage to stammer out.\r \n\r \n\"I'm not sure you do,\" it smiled smugly, \"In all seriousness, I know this is a lot. Take your time, and I'll answer any questions you might have.\"\r \n\r \nCassie glanced at her phone, then scrambled to it. She picked it up, intending to dial 911. She wasn't even sure what they'd be able to help her with, but it was the only thing she could think of. She heard fingers snap, then her phone disappeared from her grasp.\r \n\r \n\"I really wouldn't do that if I were you. I'm assuming this is a communication device of some type, yes?\" It held her phone with an inquisitive stare.\r \n\r \nCassie nodded.\r \n\r \n\"Listen, I'm not here to cause you trouble. Quite the opposite. But I'm going to need you to trust me. I've done this song and dance a thousand times, possibly more, and I'm a patient being, but if you try to show me to other people, it's only going to end up making you look crazy. Do we understand each other?\"\r \n\r \nDespite the panic in her chest, she managed to nod again. \r \n\r \n\"Good. Now, can we talk this out like rational entities?\"\r \n\r \nCassie coughed, clearing her throat. \"Y-yeah...I...I think so.\"\r \n\r \n\"Oh, look, it speaks,\" there was a sardonic tone that resonated through its strange voice.\r \n\r \n\"Okay...you...you said I could ask you questions. What are you?\"\r \n\r \n\"Finally, the right question to ask!\" It gave a deep bow, while bending at the knee slightly, all while still floating a few inches above the ground. \"I, am what your kind may refer to as a Djinn!\"\r \n\r \nCassie looked gobsmacked. \"A Djinn? Like, what, a genie?\"\r \n\r \nIt shrugged. \"If that's what your era calls me, then yes. I understand you humans have a sort of lore around us.\"\r \n\r \n\"Aren't genies in lamps?\"\r \n\r \nIt looked slightly annoyed. \"That only happened once, and it wasn't to me. The truth is, we Djinn could be bound or contained in any given vessel of sufficient make and quality, given that the one doing the sealing is properly powerful, of course.\" A malevolent smile danced across it face.\r \n\r \n\"Hold on. Are you, like, evil? Like are you going to try to hurt me?\"\r \n\r \nIt waved its hand. \"Evil is a strong word. *Bored* is more like it, really. See, there was a time when we roamed free, as beings of elemental energy. The problem you *humans* had with us was all the natural disasters.\"\r \n\r \n\"So you are evil.\"\r \n\r \nIt shook its head fervently. \"No. We are beings of pure elemental force, some more chaotic than others. It is in our nature to be unpredictable and destructive at times, we never reveled in hurting your kind.\"\r \n\r \n\"Well then...you must be kind of pissed about being trapped, then, right?\"\r \n\r \nIt sighed. \"There was a time when there was...animosity. Users of great magics long ago found ways to bind us into simple objects. Eventually, a compromise was reached. We would reign ourselves in a bit, and in return, the practice of sealing Djinn would cease. There were, however, some complications.\"\r \n\r \n\"Complications...?\" Cassie's fear had given way to curiosity.\r \n\r \nIt gave a quick nod. \"Those of us who had already been sealed were doomed to *stay* sealed, apart from very special circumstances.\" It floated over to Cassie. \"But enough about all that. I know what question you *really* want to ask.\" Its opaque, black eyes opened wide, topping its big, sharp-toothed grin."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she accidentally ruined her friend's fleshlight, she agreed that her friend could use her body whenever they wanted to get off until she got them a new one. She seems to have procrastinated on actually putting the order in though... | [
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"content": "Amy remained completely motionless as Jake tied her wrists to the bedposts. Her legs were already spread wide open and tied into place, and with her wrists tied she was rendered completely immobile. \n*God, this is humiliating.* Amy thought, *Why are fleshlights so expensive, anyway? You can just use your hand.* \nStill, this was what she had agreed to. Until she could put together the money to pay for a new one, Jake could use her however he wanted. And tonight, he wanted to do bondage. \n*I guess he still just wants a static fucktoy.* \nOnce Amy was fully tied down, Jake removed his pants. As soon as she saw what Jake was packing, she instantly ceased complaining. He was at least nine inches long, and girthy enough that he could barely fit his whole hand around it. He climbed up onto the bed between Amy's legs. \n\"Ready?\" \nAmy nodded erratically, and Jake rubbed the tip of his cock against Amy's lower lips. They were already feeling a little damp, and the friction between the two was giving them a pleasant buzz. He pressed a little harder, forcing his cock past the outer folds as his precum mixed with her juices. Amy felt the blood rush to her pussy as he started going even deeper into her. She felt her hymen stretch as he pushed past the vulva and into her waiting hole. It was a very tight fit, but he moved at a slow enough pace that her muscles were able to loosen up, allowing him full access to her insides. Amy bit her lip, determined not to give any indication that she was enjoying this, but she couldn't lie to herself. Jake's massive, girthy cock inside of her was absolutely unbelievable. Every single nerve ending in her cunt was screaming at her, sending wave after wave of arousal through her as he went as deep as he could. \nAmy felt Jake's cock sliding inside of her, back and forth. She could feel his veins rubbing against her walls, and his balls slapping against her ass cheeks was surprisingly hot. She felt her clit engorging, swelling up until it started rubbing up against his shaft. \n*Dear God, where has this cock been all my life?!* \nAmy's muscles tensed up as she moaned, straining against her bonds as Jake accelerated. \n\"Sounds like you're enjoying yourself.\" Jake teased. \n\"Shut... ugh, shut up.\" \nJake accelerated again, bracing himself on Amy's tits. Her nipples were erect, pressing against his palms as he rubbed the underside with his thumbs. If Amy wasn't in heaven before, she certainly was now. Every fiber of her being was screaming with pleasure as she felt this stud rubbing up against her. Her head was spinning, her fists shut tight, her toes curled, and her hips struggled to buck against his own. But try as she might, her body was completely stuck in this one position. All she could do was move her head. Just as she felt herself approaching a climax, Jake stopped. He remained perfectly motionless on top of her, simply gazing into her eyes with mischievous energy. After thirty seconds of stillness, he started moving slowly again, just as he did before. Slowly increasing his pace, hearing her moans get louder and louder, feeling her strain against her bonds as she began to lose herself to pleasure. But just as suddenly as he started, he stopped again. \n\"What are you doing?\" Amy asked. \n\"What, you think I wanted to rub one out quickly?\" Jake said, \"Nah, I want to enjoy this for as long as possible.\" \n\"How long will that be?\" \n\"Until neither of us can stand it any longer.\" \nJake continued this start-stop pattern for several minutes. Each time, Amy's composure began to crack more and more, until she finally couldn't control herself. \n\"Oh, my God, I need to cum so hard.\" she said, \"I feel like I'm about to explode. Please, please, let me cum. I'm begging you, please!\" \nAmy was on the verge of tears, her body was on fire. \n\"Oh, well why didn't you say so earlier?\" Jake said, and he began thrusting into her harder and faster than he had all night. Amy screamed with pleasure as she finally felt herself coming undone, all the energy that she had pent up releasing in a wave of pure orgasmic bliss. Her body felt lighter than a feather, her breath coming out in deep, round exhalations. As she started to come down from her orgasmic high, she felt Jake cumming inside of her, coating her insides with semen as his pace slowed to a crawl. He pulled his now flaccid dick out from Amy's soaked pussy, then grabbed a rag from under the bed. He mopped up both of their sexes, then finally untied Amy from the bed. \n\"You make a very good fleshlight, Amy.\" \n\"Thank you.\" Amy whispered as she tried to catch her breath. \n\"So, how long do you think before you can put up the $70?\" \n\"That might be... a little while. You see, I'm not sure I feel up to going to work tomorrow, feeling a little exhausted, so it'll probably be a day behind schedule.\" \n\"I understand, take as much time as you need.\"\n\nOne day behind schedule turned into two, then three before she could return to work. But after that, it went from needing time off from work to needing to pay for extra food, since Jake was giving her such a workout. Then she needed new underpants to replace the ones Jake ruined when he fingered her through her panties. Jake didn't seem to mind the constant delays, though.\n\nAfter all, normal old fleshlights were starting to look pretty boring."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The class bimbo has been flirting with him for months. But while she is cute and nice he prefers smart girls. When he falls behind in a Subjekt, the teacher assigns her to be his Tutor. Turns out, despite acting like a ditz and beeing horny all the time she is highly intelligent. | [
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"content": "*(1/2)*\n\n*The prof must have made a mistake,* I thought, standing outside her dorm, *there’s no way I can learn anything from a ditz like her.* I had been struggling in the neural networks module recently and Our Esteemed Professor had firmly insisted that I have the top performing student tutor me. Samantha, who had also been asked to stay behind after the class, had agreed before I could respond, winking at me.\n\nClearly she was not the top performer. I had dismissed the notions of hacking into the college database - she wasn’t smart enough for that, but then again, no one was. I had considered more deeply the idea that she was schtupping the professor, but dismissed that too - otherwise the prof would not have suggested her.\n\nShe just seemingly never paid attention in class, and would try to distract me with lewd notes and funny faces whenever we sat next to each other. I’d never actually turned her down, per se, I just would dodge her after-class suggestions of ‘how about you come up to mine, see what happens?’ by making up some non-existent errand.\n\nNot that I minded the attention, she was cute. More than cute, actually. She was a 5’9 lollipop-licking beauty, with a deep tan, long dirty blonde hair, tits that popped out of her low-cut tops, an ass that bulged in her short-shorts, and plump lips coated in berries-coloured gloss. But I just couldn’t be with anyone who didn’t take learning seriously. Yes, she was hot. Yes, she was one of the only women on a machine learning course. And yes, she was perhaps the only woman to have come on to me in the last few months. But I wanted a woman with smarts who could talk in more than innuendo and inanity.\n\nI knocked on the door, and she opened up instantly, revealing..\n\n“I’ve never seen you wear that before.” I said.\n\n“Oh this?” She said, gesturing to her ensemble: a pinstripe suit bulging at her chest and ass, a white cotton blouse with too many buttons open, her hair in a bun, and glasses. “I thought I best get into character to teach a big boy like you.” At this, she glanced very obviously at my crotch and winked.\n\n“I hope it’s more than just a character.” I said, keeping my eyes planted on hers.\n\n“Oh you. Always so *serious*. Don’t worry, I’ll catch you up on the material,” she turned around, bending over, sticking her phat ass out. “Just tell me you like my little costume.”\n\n“You’re too much sometimes. It’s great.”\n\n“Thanks honey. Such a stud for meeting me here. I thought the quiet of my room would be better for… our studies.”\n\n“Uh huh.” I say, sitting in the seat she had gestured to. “Just don’t try anything.”\n\nShe sat on the chair next to me, giggling. “Oh I’d never. I look after all of my students and make sure they get the best of grades.”\n\n“Please. I’m your only student.”\n\nHer back straightened and her tone had lost some of its girlishness when she said “Not so, John. You’d be my fourth actually. Admittedly the others are in the lower years, but I’ve passed several courses on neural nets outside of this class. I’m only taking this as an easy module.”\n\n“Oh. Ooooh. Sure.” I was mostly sure she was lying.\n\n“Ordinarily I’d be charging by the hour, but you -” she leaned in and bit her lip “ - I’d do for free. Now. If I recall correctly, you’re having issues with Generative Adversarial Networks, am I right?”\n\nSomething in that tone made me self aware and less sure that she was lying. I dug out my laptop from the bag and booted it up.\n\n“Oh” Samantha said “And here’s me thinking you’d have a background of well-presented Christian women kneeling by the cross of prudishness.”\n\nMy background was of some friends and me at a beach party. Two women in bikinis were amongst them. “I’m no prude, just a man in need of tutoring.”\n\n“Then let’s load up your code for the last exercise and see what we can do.”\n\nDubiously, I loaded up gan-exercise-3.py, which was where I had gotten stuck early the previous week. The program was meant to generate fake images of Monet paintings, but after hours of toiling it was still generating random noise.\n\nSamantha took control, scrolling up and down the code. Her heavy breasts pressed around the edge of the desk. After a moment, she looked at me, “what’s a GAN, John?”\n\n“Listen Samantha, if you don’t even know -”\n\n“Answer the question, John.”\n\nI swallowed. Succeeded in not glancing downward. “A Generative Adversarial Network is a neural network which is trained on data, often images, which can then generate images like those in the training set.”\n\n“Almost. But during training the GAN is two neural networks, as I’m sure you know. What do they do?”\n\n“Well. There’s the generator, which is the net that actually generates the images, and then there’s the discriminator, which grades the images.”\n\n“Again, almost. During training, the generator is incentivised to fool the discriminator with its images. The discriminator’s job is to sort the real and fake images it is given. They two nets are trained in tandem, so the generator has to create increasingly real-looking images as the discriminator becomes better at sorting real from fake.”\n\nI nodded slowly. The professor had said similar words, but had taken five times as long to explain it. Some things began to click inside my head.\n\n“So, if you can stop trying to determine if my tits are real or fake, I think you can talk to me about why your script’s discriminator loss function keeps diving to zero.”\n\nI blushed and looked back at the screen, but the potential solutions seemed a little more apparent now.\n\nWe spent most of the next hour going through every point where I had reached a block in my learning. She helped me conquer them all, with a sprinkling of her usual innuendos. She did, however, move her chair so it was right beside mine, and there were many brushes from her hands, legs and breasts. The difference now is that I didn’t feel the need to move myself away. Yes, Samantha had always been stunning, but I’d always felt obligated to not give her any signals from me - I’d always thought of her as a ditz, an airhead, someone who just didn’t care about knowing things.\n\nClearly, I had been wrong.\n\n“- as with the first script, what do you need to be careful of this time?” Samantha said, tracing her fingers along the inside of my thigh. I’d given up hiding my erection a while ago.\n\n“The discriminator cannot be too quick to learn, otherwise the generator won’t ever figure out how to outsmart it.”\n\n“Resulting in?”\n\n“Convergence failure.”\n\nShe squeezed my thigh. “Good. I think that should cover it for your first lesson.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Stephanie's Discovery | [
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"content": "Everything was in place. Stephanie stared at herself in the mirror, touching up her makeup, and putting the final touches on her hair. She couldn't stop herself from smiling, the energy of the night had her electrified. She'd been planning this for several days, and it was all ready to go. She just needed Nathan.\n\n\nShe'd binge-watched the rest of MissInControl's channel, even going so far as to take notes. She could feel herself practically dripping with excitement. \n\n\nShe'd chosen a flowy top with her leggings, something not restrictive, and a bit flirty.\n\n\n*I never thought I could ever feel like this.* She heard a knock at her door.\n\n\nUnlocking and opening it, she was greeted by the sight of her huge boyfriend, holding two bags of groceries. \"I was thinking Steak and Asparagus tonight, My Lady.\" He took a slight bow.\n\n\n\"Oohh, such a gentleman.\" She stood aside, allowing his broad body entrance into her apartment.\n\n\nAfter getting his shoes off, he made his way to the kitchen, and began laying out everything on the counter. Stephanie bit her lip, and sauntered over to him, wrapping her arms around him from behind.\n\n\n\"Oh,\" he let out a little mock-gasp, \"What's this?\"\n\n\n\"I just really appreciate you, you know?\" She squeezed tighter.\n\n\nShe felt his big hand touch hers. \"I love you, babe.\"\n\n\n\"I love you too.\" Her grip shifted lower, placing her hand gently on his bulge. \"I think I'll want dessert after dinner.\" She gently fondled him through his pants.\n\n\n\"Steph...what's gotten into you?\"\n\n\n\"We'll see later.\" Her voice dripped with arousal. She let go of him, and sat down at her small kitchen-side table.\n\n\nNathan turned to her. \"I'm just...not used to seeing this side of you.\" He looked her up and down, and grinned. \"Can't say I dislike it.\"\n\n\nShe smiled, glancing down to his package, which had noticeably grown. \"I think he agrees with me.\" She bit her lip, and gave him a little \"shoo\" gesture. \"Back to cooking with you. I want to watch.\"\n\n\nIt was faint, and she could barely tell with the light, but it looked as though his face flushed slightly. He quickly turned, and got back to prepping.\n\n\nIt was by the time the asparagus had been put in the oven that she tried her next step.\n\n\n\"Love?\"\n\n\n\"Yes?\" he said without turning around, salting the steak.\n\n\n\"Take your shirt off.\"\n\n\nHe stopped, and gave her a look over his shoulder. \"What?\"\n\n\n\"Take your shirt off while you cook. I want to see.\"\n\n\nHe paused, unsure of himself at first. \"You're really...different tonight.\" He gave her a small, crooked smile, then started to peel off his TShirt. He laid it over the other chair at the table.\n\n\nStephanie drank the sight of him in. She'd always loved his body. He was big, muscular, but not cut. He had a belly, and a little extra fat here and there, but she thought it suited him perfectly. She'd always compared him in her head to being built out of stone. Solid, thick, powerful. She even loved how hairy he was. He just looked so *masculine*, and with his kind, gentle personality to top it all off...it drove her wild.\n\n\n\"There you go. Now finish our dinner, love.\" She gave him a wink.\n\n\nHe turned back around, grinning sheepishly. She stared at his wide back, watching every ripple of his muscles as he worked. She could feel herself getting wet.\n\n\n*This is addictive.*\n\n\nHe seared the steaks, then as he set them off to the side to rest, she got an evil idea. It was a gamble, but one she was willing to take. She patiently waited for him to take the asparagus out of the oven, and place it to the side. This was her chance.\n\n\nWhile he was placing a loose foil tent over the meat, she quietly came up behind him, and placed her hands on his shoulders. She felt him tense up ever so slightly.\n\n\n\"Well hello there, babe.\" His voice had an overt coy tone.\n\n\nWithout a word, she dug her nails into him, not too hard, just enough to leave a light mark, and dragged them down his back. She could feel every corded ridge of his back and she scratched him.\n\n\nInstantly, she heard his deep voice moan, and he gripped the counter, his knuckles going white as he held himself up for support.\n\n\nShe'd often heard her friends use the term \"sploosh\" to describe a scenario that was so sexy, just so insanely *hot* that it made them instantly soak themselves. She'd always laughed it off in the past, knowing that wasn't how it worked. It was in this moment she discovered she was completely wrong. His deep, loud moan resonated through her, ringing her like a bell. In just seconds, she felt her pussy flood her leggings, and a wave of gentle heat sweep over her. It was intense, this kind of power. She *loved* it.\n\n\nNathan's breaths came out in quick gasps, as he continued to hold on to the counter. \n\n\n\"Look at me, baby.\" Her voice was playful, but firm. Just like she'd practiced.\n\n\nHe turned around, slowly facing her. His face was red, and his eyes were wide with surprise, and...something else. A hint of something. Excitement?\n\n\n\"Steph...what...\" She put a finger to his lips, even with it being a bit of a reach for her.\n\n\n\"Shhh. It's okay. Remember that email you got?\"\n\n\nHe blinked. \"I...\"\n\n\n\"Don't lie to me again, Nathan,\" she said, a smile curling the side of her mouth. \"You already lied once. Tell me the truth.\"\n\n\nHe paused, then quietly responded. \"I'm...I'm sorry. I was just looking. I made an account, and...I don't know what-\"\n\n\nShe shushed him again. \"It's okay. I did a little research. Turns out...I think I might be kind of *really* into this.\"\n\n\nShe looked down at his crotch, where his jeans threatened to split with his burgeoning erection.\n\n\n\"And I think you like it too.\" She tugged at his button, then zipper, pulling it down. His boxers tented out, with a small wet spot right at the tip of his cock. She gingerly wrapped her hand around it, barely making contact. \"Bedroom. Now.\"\n\n\nHe nodded, then tore off, taking his pants off as he went. Seeing him so eager made her pussy throb. This was going to be *fun*.\n\n\nShe followed him in, then closed the door. He was sitting on the bed, breathing heavily, each ragged breathe making his whole body heave. His face was still tinged with that look of wonder and desire. He just looked so ready.\n\n\n\"Boxers off.\" She motioned with her finger. \n\n\nHe nodded, then kicked them off the bed.\n\n\nShe took her time walking up to him, exaggerating the movement of her hips, locking eyes with him. When she'd reached the bed, she carefully, deliberately wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock. It felt molten in her hand, and she could feel his heart beat through it.\n\n\n\"Look how hard you've gotten for me, love.\" She gave him a single, gentle stroke. Precum trickled down the shaft to her hand. \"Oh, you're so *ready* for me, aren't you?\"\n\n\nWords of affirmation. MissInControl had paid careful attention to them, citing them as one of the most singularly powerful tools to any gentle domme.\n\n\nNathan nodded, smiling slightly.\n\n\nShe let go, then took down her leggings, slowly, then kicked them to the other side of the room. She watched his eyes light up as he realized she wasn't wearing anything under them. She walked to the bed, then got on her knees, half crawling up him. She kept going until she was about to straddle his chest, he legs having to spread so wide to do so it was almost uncomfortable. \n\n\n\"I'm going to take a seat on your handsome face, and you're going to eat me until I come. Okay, love?\" She touched his face, gently and lovingly. He nodded with enough enthusiasm to make her giggle."
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"content": "- Any sort of roleplay, but the couple can't keep in character. \n\n- Despite being warned not to, the genie's altruistic master frees her. Now she grants the sexual wishes to anyone she talks to, not just her master.\n\n- The bookish, introverted tentacles are certain that the sorority sisters only invited them over because they're just being friendly.\n\n- ~~A husband and wife have sex and hold hands.~~\nWait. Sorry, you said nothing gross."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Stop, or people will think you are flirting with me!" When he told this to his hot tomboy best friend, he did not expect her to blow up at him. "I AM FLIRTING WITH YOU! I HAVE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU LIKE A HORNY BIMBO FOR THE LAST SIX MONTHS YOU WONDERFULL MORON!!!" | [
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"content": "To Austin’s credit, for the majority of their lives, Clair had seen him closer to a brother than to a romantic interest. On the other hand: they were both only eighteen, Clair started crushing on him since she was thirteen, and had been unashamedly trying to get his cock inside her ever since his birthday. \n\n\r \nIt started reasonably enough. It was Austin’s 18 year old birthday party. They had been rocking all night with the gang. Drew and Kelly had enthusiastically offered that ‘advanced sex education’ class right in the middle of the living room like the shameless animals that they were, Clark and Mark had gotten busted open while trashing the face and were currently passed out from their drinking, Jessica and her boys had long left the party because they did not have the ability to spend one night without fucking but they had a lot more dignity than Drew and Kelly did, and Seth & Donald were playing 2v2 Melee with Trevor & Candy after the fifth round robin four-man triple-elimination singles tournament had concluded. \n\n\r \nIn simple words: every meathead, nerd or lucky bastard among their friends was either absent or occupied. There were no obstacles. She had the birthday boy all to herself. \r \n“Hey, dude, let’s go to you room. I want to do something cool for you.” Of course, she had to keep it casual sounding. She knew for a fact that he was into her, because seemingly every other week a different person would ‘let her in on the secret’ during their senior year. If he hadn’t owned up to it yet, the only logical explanation was that he was scared of ruining the good thing they had going.\n\n\r \nOnce they entered the room, she asked him to sit on the edge of his bed. “Trust me, you’re going to love this. I am going to be your favorite person of all time.”\n\n\r \n“But you already are!”\n\n\r \n“And that’s why I love ya buddy!” They fist-bumped, because of course they had to cement it with a fist-bump to make it official. “So, remember my gift?”\n\n\r \nHe erupted into laughter “Of course I do! How the fuck do you expect me to forget getting gifted a body pillow with my waifu naked on it?”\n\n\r \n“True, absolutely true. You’re right on that. But what would you day if I told you I could make it ever better?” She winked.\n\n\r \nHe grinned. “I would call you a liar.”\n\n\r \n“Would a liar do this?” And right there and then, Clair stripped naked and jumped right on top of Austin. “Happy birthday you dumb fuck! I’m letting you use me as your body pillow for the next hour.”\n\n\r \nWhat Clair expected, rightfully so, was to get fucked three ways from Sunday in an intense and fucking fantastic display of love by the dude who she know reciprocated her crush. What Clair got were a couple of initial minutes were her ass was groped, her breasts were fondled, and fingers got shoveled into her holes (all according to plan) only for Austin to become an asshole and actually treat her like a pillow. He spooned her (she was still thinking that the plan had worked at this point), then her folded her in half around his head (a little weird, but no problem) and the he sat right on top of her face (and she would have fully eaten his ass if he asked her to do it but it was pretty obvious to her at the moment that he wasn’t trying to facesit her in a sexy manner). \n\n\r \nShe got angry at this and they then started wrestling each other. She stripped him naked during this. They were literally wrestling naked! And she couldn’t get him to try and fuck her! Austin somehow was laughing his ass off while wrestling her naked and she couldn’t keep herself from doing it too and next thing she knew he was helping her up and quite literally putting her clothes back on her while thanking her for the birthday gift.\n\n\r \nThe second attempt was a couple of weeks later on the beach. This time, Clair swallowed her pride and asked the other girls in the group for their help. Kelly offered one of her slimmest ‘not covering anything at all’ swimsuits. Jessica’s boys had been acting like watchdogs to make sure that Austin wouldn’t be able to yank it up to busting a nut by constantly breaking into his room and pulling him for a few rounds of beers. Candy had gone the blunt way and offered him half a grand if he was able to send her a selfie of him fucking someone on the beach. \n\n\r \nClearly, with such an elaborate set up it all had to work out, right? Clair still didn’t fully understand why things went wrong. She just knew that she walked up to Austin having just changed into the super slimmy swimsuit, asked him if he had any thoughts on it, and waited for him to tackle her into the ground and take her. \n\n\r \n“Damn, that one looks pretty lame if I’m being honest. Big drop-off from the shitty pothoshopped flames one you were wearing earlier. It just doesn’t show your personality at all, makes you look like you’re somebody else if I’m being honest.”\n\n\r \nThe girls all chastised for changing right back and resuming their beach day like she hadn’t intended them to fuck, but how the hell was she expected to be in the mood for sex after he just casually eviscerated her like that?\n\n\r \nToday, however, she was not taking any chances. They were having a double date at the mall with Drew and Kelly. She explicitly told him that this would be a date. Austin nodded and casually added “Yeah, us as friends and them as a couple. We’ve had double dates with them before; I know how it works by now. You don’t need to keep reminding me from when we were 15”\n\n\r \nIf Clair could assassinate that version of her for not taking the chance and asking him out bluntly while they were still teens, without somehow causing a time paradox that would erase the universe, she would have done it a long time ago (approximately three years or so). Still, she had a plan.\n\n\r \n“Okay, hear me out. Why don’t we try and imitate them for as long as possible and see if they ever notice?” She only had to put on a mischevious grin while saying that for Austin to be all aboard the plan. \n\n\r \nDid Drew have a hand down Kelly’s top and holding onto one of her boobs? What a coincidence, Austin was doing the same thing with Clair! Did Kelly flash Drew (and a bunch of other people) while leaving for the restroom? So did Clair! (even if she really regreted having to do it and hoped that no one else but Austin had seen her) Was Drew spanking Kelly every time she bent down for any reason? Then it was a rather fun coincidence that Austin did that to Clair at the exact same time! Did Kelly slide under the table of the fast food restaurant to suck Drew’s dick as he ate his food? Clair was right beside her choking on Austin’s dick.\r \nThe whole date went like this until Drew & Kelly ‘conveniently remembered’ they had to be somewhere else. Right after Drew had fucked Kelly on top of a park’s bench and Austin and Clair had been forced to imitate them all the way trough. \n\n\r \n“Pretty hot, huh?” Clair said, barely able to breath as Austin tidied her up. “Bet you want to do it again, over and over for the rest of time. Don’t ya, stud?”\n\n\r \n\"Stop, or people will think you are flirting with me!\" Austin laughed.\n\n\r \nClair almost started crying, but instead she decided he had given him more than enough chances to figure it out. If he wouldn’t do so naturally after literally fucking her, he never would. \n\n\r \n\"I AM FLIRTING WITH YOU! I HAVE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU LIKE A HORNY BIMBO FOR THE LAST SIX MONTHS YOU WONDERFUL MORON!!!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A centaur laments the horrible inefficiencies in her stupid anatomy. | [
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"content": "Sarah drew to a stop, holding steady while the Orcs lifted two of her bound and gagged teammates off her back. She watched them groan and struggle as hungry hands ran over their bodies.\r \nThe orc that led her tied her rope to a tree at the new campsite, his eyes were locked on her elven cleric teammate. It wasn’t a complicated knot, just a loop and pull. Her arms weren't even tied! She could just slip the loop over her head and walk away… how long would it take them to notice?\r \nShe watched as her teammates were fondled and passed from one Orc to another. They were tightly bound, coveted, nobody wanted them getting away. Even Tip the gnome found herself fully bound and pressed up against a cock like a horrified fleshlight, eyes wide at the anatomic impossibility. Sarah the afterthought, left on the sidelines, naked and alone.\r \nWere you really naked if nobody was looking? She stood on the side of the orgy, forehoof scuffing in the dirt.\r \n\\-\r \nSarah looked up, rising from her nap to see a new band of orcs approaching hers. Stepping out of the shadows into the light of the blazing fire. They had a line of shackled human males with them. Shouts quickly broke out about sharing and ‘you’z ‘oggin all da ‘oles’.\r \n“Goah, she’s beautiful.” said one voice in contrast to the other grunts and rumbles. Flashes of sword broke out. She watched the fight lazily and started to rise off the grass. She might be able to get to her spear in the chaos. \r \nA hand settled on her flank with a “eazy…”.\r \nSarah jumped, turning back to see an Orc by her arse, she quickly started to get her footing. He jumped over her hips and roared out. “Help me with ‘er!”\r \nThere was no way in hell she was going to let one of them ride her like a fucking horse! She angled her arse around to crush him into the base of the tree.\r \n“Oh no! You’re not getting away!” he said.\r \n“Get off!”\r \nHe slipped off her hips at the last moment, her side crashing into the trunk. He ducked behind her and pinned her to the tree, his hand lashing out until it caught the rope around her neck.\r \n“What idiot tied you up?” he said.\r \nShe dropped down, putting her back into his chest and throwing him out to the side, her neck suddenly pulled after him as he refused to let the rope go. She rose on her hind legs, kicking out at him while struggling with the rope, trying to get it over her head. Fingers ran into her hair, gripping her tight and pulling her back down, her breast landing firmly into his hand.\r \nShe scowled and winced against his firm hold, grabbing his hand on her breast to try and dislodge it.\r \n“Easy, I won’t hurt you.” he said, his hand kneading her breast as he spoke. “...hurting you would be like destroying a well forged sword.”\r \nConfuzion started to win out over her fight, why was he groping her? Bodies thudded into her side, pinning her back against the tree.\r \n“Oi! Be fuckin’ careful or I’ll ‘ave you!” shouted the orc.\r \nShe struggled under the growing weight, driven down to her knees until she rested on the grass. They slowly overpowered her arms and forced them behind her back.\r \n“Yep, now… just- hold her there!” he said, pulling the rope off her neck and lashing her wrists together, crossing them over between her shoulder blades. “Ease up a lil… yup… just there. Finger here.” he continued, threading a rope around her chest beneath her breasts, his fingers moving surprisingly quick. His arms wrapped around her chest tightly, tying a knot or something over her back, the whole thing becoming more secure. Tight ropes… because he didn’t want her getting away. She grumbled and blushed at the closeness of it all. Her breasts pressed into his chest, his hot breath over her neck, his fingers stroking gently over her skin and batting away hands when they were no longer needed. It felt like a hug… which was a concerning thought to have.\r \nA hand started to run up her side, another began to feel her breast, there was a wet smack and the hand’s fell away.\r \n“No fuckin’ touching ‘er! I’m not sharing ya grots!”\r \nShe felt her cheeks warm as he finished off the knot between her breasts, checking it was secure. He gave it a firm tug and it pulled her wrists tight into her back, her entire upper half bundled up and secure.\r \nHe pulled her face in close to his, his eyes serious. “You’re mine and you’re not getting away!”\r \nShe bit her lip and nodded.\r \n“Right! Off ‘er!” he shouted, throwing a few light punches as the bodies lifted off her side. He tugged the rope and she eyed him.\r \n“Come on, you’re going to get cold over here!” he grumbled.\r \nShe rose and walked slowly behind him toward the fire, feeling its warmth. He held her rope in one hand, his knuckles white. His other hand was busy beating a stake into the earth before tying her in place.\r \n“Down!”\r \nShe followed, feeling out of place amongst her now sex-toy teammates as they wept and where violated. She glanced back at… she needed a name for him. He stood, smiling at her, his hand running her hair from her face. Sarah watched his eyes as they ran down her tightly bound chest, running along her side down to her tail. He grew hard as a smile crossed his lips. His hand still lingered by her hair after sweeping it back. She brought her cheek into his palm, his smiling eyes suddenly falling on hers.\r \nHis hand went to her chin, stroking over her lips. She opened them, kissing his thumb. His cock lingered close, hard at the sight of her and just her. She eased forward, watching the desire in his eyes as she brought him to her lips.\r \n“You’re mine, so call me Master.” he said."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Writer's choice! Casual exhibitionism! A woman who's more than happy to take off her clothes in almost any situation at the slightest suggestion. Bonus points if she knows she probably shouldn't or some genuine hesitation, but her urges to be inappropriately naked around others always win out. | [
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"content": "Clair had always been a little....*reluctant* to wear clothes, even as a toddler. A fact her mother used to bring up whenever she brought a boyfriend, friend, or literally anyone over. \n\n\nIt had taken until the age of nine or ten, her mother would reveal, while Clair sat blushing, and squirming, for her to actually start wearing any clothes at all around the house.\n\n\nIf only her mother had known that the squirming Clair still hardly wore clothes, or that she was utterly tempted in her day to day life to do so still. \n\n\nShe was blessed to have a job where she could work from home. Although, as she sat at her computer desk naked from the waist done, she was wondering if the job had infact not been as beneficial as she first thought.\n\n\n\"Clair, are you there?\" The boss called out and Clair zoned back into the one on one meeting with Mr Gorgon.\n\n\nClair straightened her shirt, pulling it down slightly so it settled more firmly over her chest. She glanced at herself in the camera momentarily, and a knot of tension eased. There was no way her boss could tell she wasnt wearing a bra, and definitely no way to tell she wasnt wearing pants, or panties. \n\n\n\"You seem distracted, do you need to go do anything, or should we reschedule?\" \n\n\nClair plastered a smile on her face, ignoring the creeping blush up her cheeks. She was tempted to stand, just to see the look on her boss' face. It was too damn warm in this office, and the restrictive shirt was stiffling her. But she couldn't - \n\n\n\"No, thank you. I'm fine. Please continue.\" \n\n\nMr Gorgon resumed his speech about how well she had been adjusting to the new responsibilities and the fact that both he and HR were very impressed and considering giving her a raise but - \n\n\nGod. Her eyes flickered to the window. She should open it. Let some fresh air and breeze sweep through the small office. Clair suckled on her bottom lip. To open the door would mean leaning forward at best, and standing completely up at worst. \n\n\nShe couldnt. \n\n\nShe shouldnt. \n\n\nClair risked a glance at her boss, whos eyes were glued on his screen, true, but the reflection in his glasses proved that he was deep in a google document, reading off a script that HR had provided. \n\n\nLightning fast Clair stood slightly, leaning forward so that her chest almost pressed against the camera in front of her as she teetered on the edge of pushing the window open. She shifted slightly to the side, and then - bingo. Fresh air poored into the room and Clair sat, relief flooding her veins. \n\n\nInstinct alone prodded her to undo the second most button from the top of her shirt and then - those blue-grey eyes focused back on their call. \n\n\n\"What do you say Clair? Are you interested?\" Mr Gorgons eyes were larger than they had been just before - or was that a trick of the light? Had he seen? Should she apologize? \n\n\n\"Yes Mr Gorgon, definitely interested.\" She rushed the words, the tops of her chest red with slight embarrassment. Clair was determined not to be the first to bring it up. If he had seen anything, her boss would have to say something. Not her. \n\n\nMichael Gorgon smiled briefly, and Clair saw his focus once again shift back to that google doc. \n\n\nTemptation filled her veins and caused her heart to accelerate. How far could she push it? Was he the type of man to say anything at all? \n\n\nIf she took off her shirt right now, would he say something? Would he even notice? \n\n\nClair played with the next button of her shirt, shifting in her leather computer chair slightly. She shouldn't. She knew she shouldn't. This is how people lost their jobs, or had a sexual harrassment claim put against them. \n\n\n*You're smarter than this Clair.* The rational part of her brain demanded. But her fingers pulled at the button nonetheless and she found her breasts almost popping out of the button up shirt. She looked at herself in the camera. \n\nShe sat up a little straighter, to make it less likely that her boss would be able to peer right down the front of her shirt. To make it incrementily implausible that he would be able to see he pink areolas, or the red nipples in the center. \n\nMichael's eyes came back to hers, and his throat cleared. *Oh god, this is it.* Panic flooded her vains before her boss smiled slightly. \n\n\n\"If you're happy with all of that then I'll send over the documents for you to look through today. If you want to sign them and send them back, we can get you into your new role by Monday.\" \n\n\nClair breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't seen. He wouldn't say anything. \n\n\n\"Yes, of course. Thank you.\" \n\n\nA final farewell and Clair ripped off the rest of her shirt, throwing it over the back of her chair. The fresh cold air caressing her nipples and one hand straying down her curves before she turned back to her daily work."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An exhibitionist elf with a consensual non-consent kink has some fun with her telekineticist friend. | [
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"content": "Keyleth sat at a barstool, sipping a mug of ale as she read over a piece of parchment. \n*I have plans for you today. \nYou will go to the Dragon's Breath Pub no later than the third hour past noon. \nYou will be without weapons, armor, or any magic at all. \nYou will wait at the bar for me to act. \nIf you do not adhere to these terms, you will be punished. Harshly. \nYour Master, the Invisible Hand.* \nKeyleth bit her tongue to suppress an excited grin. As dangerous and threatening as the letter read, she was very much looking forward to what this \"Invisible Hand\" had in store for her. After all, she knew exactly whose hand it was, and what his true intentions were. \nShe felt the cloth of her shirt pressing lightly against her back in the shape of a handprint. She looked over her shoulder, but saw nobody behind her. Another invisible hand pressed against her midsection, rubbing her belly in a circular motion. The stool she was sitting on began to scrape against the wooden floor as it rotated seemingly of its own accord, facing Keyleth towards the other patrons of the tavern. The grating noise caught almost everybody's attention, and they turned to look at her as her arms were pulled back and pinned to the counter by an invisible force. \n\"Wh... what are you doing to me?\" she whimpered, \"Ugh!\" \nKeyleth's legs were pulled apart, and she felt invisible hands stroking her thighs. She could feel a dampness growing in her underwear as the buttons of her shirt started to come undone. One by one, from the bottom up, her shirt was pulled open, revealing her corset underneath. Her tightly packed bosom heaved as panicked anticipation washed over her. She felt the laces on the back loosening. \n\"No! No!\" she cried, \"Please don't... please don't\" \nBut it didn't stop loosening. Before long, the entire bar would get an eyeful of her naked breasts.\n\nIt was a dream come true.\n\nAs the last knot was undone, the undergarment practically burst open as the compressed titflesh surged outward. They were each the size of her head, with thick nipples standing at attention. Her pants were now visibly damp as almost every man in the bar stared slack-jawed at her chest. She felt a squeeze on her nipples, causing her to throw her head back and moan. Her tits bounced twice of their own accord, then she felt her belt buckle starting to move. The tension around her waist was released, and her pants and panties were pulled down to her ankles, then fell to the floor. Two invisible hands pushed her legs further apart, baring her soaking wet cunt to the whole world. She felt an invisible tongue moving up and down her lower lips, and she cried out. \n\"Stop this! Please, make it stop!\" \nHer labia spread apart, exposing her hole. She felt her walls being pushed outward, as if a massive invisible cock had forced its way into her opening while at least a dozen invisible hands roved across her entire body. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her juices continued to drip out of her opening. She could feel something pinch her clit as the invisible cock inside of her was joined by an invisible tongue, and she started going into convulsions. She felt her boobs get squished together as invisible hands tugged on her nipples. She struggled and strained, trying to pull her arms free, but they remained firmly in place. She started kicking her legs, but they hit nothing but warm air. She writhed and thrashed in place, unable to contain herself as the pleasure of the stimulation flowed through her entire body. Her hips bucked, rocking the stool as she felt herself get fucked by the dick that wasn't there. \n\"No... I can't...\" she said, \"Not with... everybody watching... please, don't make me... don't make me cuuuuum!\" \nIn spite of her protests, a jet of fluid sprayed out from between her legs, soaking the floor as white goo dribbled down her legs. An elf-boy in an empty booth stood up and ran towards her. \n\"Ma'am,\" he asked, \"are you alright?\" \n\"I don't... I don't know...\" she said, tears streaming down her face. \n\"Can I help you get somewhere safe?\" \nKeyleth lifted her arms away from the bar, and wrapped them around the boy's shoulders. \n\"Please, get me away from here,\" she said, \"I don't feel safe. I can tell you where I live.\" \n\"Okay, then,\" he said, picking up her pants and corset, \"let's get you home.\" \nThe elf-boy led Keyleth out the door, leaving everyone in the tavern in a state of awkward confusion.\n\nAs soon as they were outside, Keyleth and the elf-boy turned to look at each other. \n\"I didn't go too far, did I?\" he asked. \n\"Varis, what did I tell you?\" she said, \"There's no such thing as too far.\" \n\"You seemed awfully distressed.\" \n\"Well it would've ruined the show if I'd just gone along with it, now wouldn't it?\" \n\"You really are a curious thing, Keyleth.\" \n\"Is that supposed to be a bad thi--\" \nKeyleth was cut off by what felt like an invisible finger in her ass. \n\"Not a bad thing at all.\" Varis said.\n\n---\nI hope Keyleth's \"show\" wasn't uncomfortable to read. I'm not used to writing CNC, so I'm not entirely sure how much is \"too far\" (or even if there is such a thing)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she admitted just how high her libido was, and how casually she thought about sex, she should have known that the game of truth or dare would get more than a little out of control... | [
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"content": "The dorm room was quiet for several moments after she had answered Olly's last question, and the group was apparently subdued by just how truthfull she took the whole 'truth' part of truth or dare.\n\n\nMilly turned a sweet smile on the boy next to her, asking him the standard truth or dare before taking a swig from the vodka bottle sitting in the middle of the floor. \n\n\nIt had started as a simple enough, tame enough game for the row of dorms. As a way for the new neighbours to get to know one another. They had started shyly, no one willing to get too bold until the alcohol had come into play. Now they were deep into meaningful territory, and Milly was starting to wonder if this was actually going to turn into an orgy. \n\n\nAround the circle it went until it was Milly's turn once more. Olly sat very still next to her, a mischevous look in his pale green eyes. \"Truth or dare Milly?\" The way he enunciated the second made it obvious what his prefference was. \n\n\nMilly glanced around the room before she spoke, carefully assessing the mood of the room. Whatever Olly had planned, she hoped the room was drunk enough not to remember whatever she did next. \n\n\n\"Dare.\" She tilted her head up in challenge. Fierce determination urging her not to buckle. \n\n\n\"I dare you to take off your shirt.\" He smirked, and a chorus of 'ooooooo's' filled the room. Drunken and offtune. Of course it would boil down to this, she thought. But she didn't really mind, if it ended with Olly and her in bed together - well, even better. \n\nMilly gripped the edges of her plain blue-t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head, throwing it onto her well-made bed. The black lace bra held her two breasts comfortably, while still promoting a lot of cleavage and sex appeal. \n\n\nOlly smiled devilishly and licked his lips at the sight. Milly flashed him a smile and stuck out her tongue before turning her attention to the boy sitting next to her who was trying very hard not to gape at her now shirtless figure. \n\n\nShe took another shot, her eye contact with Olly hadn't broken yet. She watched him under her eyelashes as she took a quick drink. Those pale blue eyes were staring deep into her soul, as if she had issued him a personal challenge and he was willing to meet her thrust for thrust. Both figuratively and literally. \n\n\nBy the time it was her turn again, Milly wasn't the only shirtless member of the circle. Some of the other girls had been brave enough to dare the boys, and the boys in turn, now knowing that anything was far game, had asked the same of the girls. \n\nOlly turned to her once more, feverish eyes roaming her curves and lines, and she could almost see the cogs turning as he tried to determine how to take this game to the next stage. How to start the process of events each of them were now hoping for. \n\n\n\"Truth or dare Milly?\" He leaned back slightly, the ripple of his abs distracting her from answering. She was greatful that Jacquie had dared him to take off his shirt. \n\n\n\"Dare.\" She sucked on her bottom lip, wild imagination conquiring images of him daring her to play with herself. To kiss him, to go to bed with him. Her black panties were getting wet with the thoughts, and she had to shift her legs slightly to find any relief. \n\n\nOlly's eyes snapped to her legs, as if he knew exactly what was going through her mind. \"I dare you to come sit on my lap.\"\n\n\nIt was all the invitation she needed, quickly shifting so that she was able to place one leg on either side of him and rest her back against his chest. His long arms came to rest around her center, and he made slow circles over the edge of the lace on her bra.\n\n\nOne by one the couples paired up and the game drifted to an eventual stop as men and women got up to leave with their prospective 'dares.' Olly and Milly stayed seated the whole time, the air thick with tension and the scent of arousal. \n\n\n\"Truth or dare, Milly?\" He finally asked, hot breath caressing her ear as his deft fingers gripped at the soft skin of her waist. \n\n\nMilly's breath hitched. \"Dare.\" She answered breathlessly.\n\n\nShe could feel more than see the smile that played on his lips as his fingers dipped to the waistband of her jeans. He didn't even need to speak the words before she had unbuttoned them.\n\n\nMilly stood, turning to face Olly as she shimmied out of her jeans. She finally stood in front of him in nothing but the matching bra and panties. \n\n\nOlly groaned at the sight of her. His eyes freely roamed those beautiful curves before those pale-blue eyes caught hers, igniting a fire in her bones. \n\n\nIt took her a moment before she was able to find her voice, so enraptured in the fire of his eyes. \n\n\n\"Truth or dare Olly?\" She whispered, staring at the buldge in his pants."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She'd come to the planet under an unusual new program. She'd arrived on a "breeding visa"... | [
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"content": "The door slammed behind Isabelle, startling her. She gulped nervously, her Earthling passport shaking in her hands as she looked around the cold, sterile room. She was happy that the multitude of moans and wails in the halls had been silenced by the sound proof panels, but the fear of what was to come still lingered, especially in a room with only an anti-gravity chamber and a hard, metal bed. She was terrified and alone, but what choice did she have? This was her last hope of survival.\r \n\r \nAfter the Earth had succumbed to climate change in 2437 AD, earthlings searched all over the now understood and expansive galaxy for work and homes to call their own. Isabelle had been an Earth refugee for the last five years, and this was the third visa for which she applied. She wasn’t strong enough for a labor visa, and she wasn’t smart enough for an academic visa. So this new breeding program on Phov ZF0 was her best bet.\r \n\r \nA crackle came over the translating speaker, and a voice echoed throughout the room. “Today’s demonstration will be the mating of a female human with a male-type vigroid. The goals of today’s experiment will be to test the physical, sexual, and reproductive capacity between these two endangered species. Our team’s hypothesis is leaning toward the affirmative for all three compatibility criteria.”\r \n\r \n“Um, excuse me!” Isabelle called out in search of the voice. “Can someone tell me what a vigroid is? And are other… beings watching me do this? I didn’t think this was an exhibitionary thing!”\r \n\r \nThe speaker crackled again. “Miss Linkwood, this is Dr. Vulbing Grenzar. Worry not. You are safe and secure per the provisions of your contract. Only myself and my assistant are here; the recordings are for research purposes. Now, if you would please, place your belongings and clothing in the glowing receptacle and lie down on the bed.”\r \n\r \nShe shrinked within herself, realizing that this was a point of no return. “It’s okay, Isabelle,” she hummed to herself, “Only a few years of this. How bad could it be?” She dropped her passport and her lone bag in the anti-gravity pod, and stripped out of her dress, panties and shoes coming with it.\r \n\r \n“Isabelle Linkwood, ID# EA329-04 Beta, is our female human specimen,” the speaker explained. “She is 24 Earth years old with large breasts, a flat stomach, wide hips, and a single human vagina: the traditional requirements for an attractive, breedable woman.”\r \n\r \nIsabelle shuttered as she climbed onto the bed. “Thanks, I guess.” She recalled her training, lying down on the bed with her legs open. She felt particularly exposed under the fluorescent lighting.\r \n\r \n“After her physical with our medical team, she had shown to be very fertile with an ample womb. Thus, she is a great specimen for this trial. She had taken her requested position: human missionary.”\r \n\r \n“This is so humiliating.”\r \n\r \nA nozzle lowered from the ceiling, halting a few inches away from her nose and mouth. A pink, shimmering haze trickled from the spout, and Isabelle instinctively took a deep inhale. “My assistant, Uzoncit, has now triggered our patented Aphrodite spray. A compound mixture of dilute pheromones, anti-anxiety medication, and a hint of Phovrian alcohol, it has proven effective in preparing our more weary specimens.” \r \n\r \nA soft, breathy sigh left Isabelle’s lips, a luxurious tingle traveling through her. She felt her breasts swell with the hardening of nipples, the fine hairs on her body stood on end, and her delicate pussy grew wetter, readying her for the experiment. “Oh… oh god…” Her body began to squirm eagerly, her hips lifting in need of something to fill the space.\r \n\r \nThe doctor noted that she was ready.\r \n\r \nThe doors at her feet clinked, opening with a hydraulic hiss. Isabelle lifted her head, seeing everything in a rosy hue. “H-hello? I-Is someone here to, t-to breed me?”\r \n\r \nOut of the darkness entered her mating partner, a creature she had never seen before. Standing tall, broad, and muscled with dark green skin, he smiled with a mouth full of fangs as he rubbed his claws together. His glowing yellow pupils looked her up and down, clearly pleased with the sight, and his serpent tongue slithered out of his maw to lick his lips hungrily. Isabelle looked further down, desperate to see something like a cock, but she was met with three thick, vascular tentacles with phallic tips. They all pulsed in sync, hard and ready to use. Isabelle’s pulse raced.\r \n\r \n“Our male-type specimen is ID#VG7-861 Delta, named Arcurian Ka'obu.” \r \n\r \nHe approached Isabelle slowly, placing his claws on each side of the bed as he loomed over her. \r \n\r \n“One of our more virile volunteers, he is 329 Vigan years old with three-headed genitalia, all of which are fully functional.” \r \n\r \nHe leaned down, his tongue wet and rough as it dragged between her breasts, up her neck, and against her jaw. Isabelle whimpered, her pussy only dripping more. \r \n\r \n“He had proven to be a very successful candidate, having bred several of our female-type specimens.”\r \n\r \nHis center appendage started to rub against the outside of her cunt, teasing her swollen clit with its bulbous head. Her wetness slicked him generously, making him growl in her ear as his tongue toyed with her nipples. Isabelle’s soft whines grew pained, the spray filling her with unbridled lust. Never did she want to be fucked so badly.\r \n\r \n“And we expect him to be successful again. Arcurian, you may begin.”\n\n(I have the rest, about 430 words, written if you want it!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She wasn't sure why she had let her friend try to condition her to have intense orgasms while swallowing cum, and she had mixed feelings about the fact that it had *definitely* worked... | [
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"content": "The process took about three weeks. \r \n\r \nStrapped down on my knees in a submitting position. Vibrating cock in my pussy. Vibrating plug in my asshole. Both buzzing at their highest intensities. A cock toy dripping artificial cum into my mouth. An earth shattering orgasm with every load. Every night. All night.\r \n\r \nIt was positively Pavlovian, this demented experiment. But Lila was convinced it would work, her grand solution to my embarrassing problem. I hated the taste of cum. The thought of the salty, sticky mixture on my tongue and in my cheeks made me nauseous. I averted it to the point that I couldn’t give my boyfriend the head he deserved, and it was affecting our relationship. I was desperate and depressed and tried everything from hypnosis to narcotics in hopes I could fix it. Then came the devious Lila, deciding on something a bit more medieval.\r \n\r \n“After this, you’ll not only tolerate it,” Lila explained the process with a wolf-like smile, “... you’ll absolutely crave it. Scout’s honor.”\r \n\r \nSo I agreed. It was exhausting and painful to subjecting my poor undercarriage to such torture, no matter how amazing each orgasm felt. But what did I have to lose? Maybe now I could actually swallow cum.\r \n\r \nOne night, a few weeks after the experiment, Khalil and I were in the heat of the moment, kissing, panting, and grinding on his bed. He already had me topless, his skilled tongue teasing my pink nipples as his large hands squeezed them. “Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he groaned, his juicy lips starting to kiss down my tummy, “I can’t believe all of this is mine.”\r \n\r \nI was lost in his touch, my sex already leaking through my panties, when I realized where he was headed. “W-wait, baby, stop…” I said.\r \n\r \nHe brought his head back up to face me, a little disappointed I disrupted his descent to his favorite treat. “Are you okay, Haleigh?” he asked. He stroked my face and gazed at me with his caring, chocolatey eyes. “We can stop if you want to.”\r \n\r \nI smiled, kissing his palm as I looked back at him. “Actually,” I murmured, my face flushing with embarrassment. “I was wondering if I could… give you a blow job.”\r \n\r \nHis eyes grew wide with surprise. “Really? Why? You hate doing that.”\r \n\r \nI shrugged, my hands starting to sweat as I tried to explain without freaking him out. “Well, Lila and I have been… experimenting with some methods to make me more comfortable with doing that for you.”\r \n\r \n“Babe,” he said sweetly, “I told you it wasn’t a big deal. You didn’t have to do that.”\r \n\r \n“Please,” I pleaded, pulling his face close to mine. “Can’t I just try?”\r \n\r \nHe sighed, agreeing reluctantly with a soft kiss. “Okay, baby. We can try.”\r \n\r \nI assumed the position on my knees as Khalil approached me, his semi-hard cock in my face. Even though I hated cum, I did love his cock. It was gorgeous: thick, dark, long, and decorated with bulging veins. If it weren’t for finishing the act, I would take it between my lips as often as possible. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heartbeat. You can do this, Haleigh, remember how it felt… I took the behemoth in my hands, opening my mouth to him, and I began to work my magic.\r \n\r \nThen, a buzzing started in my tummy. Familiar and dull, but definitely present. Huh, that’s strange. I bobbed my head up and down, trying to take his length as far as I could. He moaned in that velvety voice, looking down on me with a lustful gaze. “Damn, baby girl. You look so fucking pretty like that.”\r \n\r \nThe buzzing grew more intense the faster I moved my head, traveling lower into my pussy. It swelled and dripped through my panties, as it would if I was being fucked, and I moaned loudly onto his length. I wasn’t used to feeling so pent up while sucking his cock, but something within me was hungry for it, wanting to taste more and more of him. He was rock hard in my mouth now, and he was going into my throat almost to my stomach. “Oh fuck, that feels good…”\r \n\r \nNow the buzzing was in my asshole and my legs, electricity shooting through my body. Spit was dipping from my mouth as he held my head, thrusting his hips into my face to use me for his pleasure. My pussy drooled torrentially, a puddle forming underneath me as I moaned and gagged. That when I heard him say it, “Fuck me, babe… I ‘m gonna cum.”\r \n\r \nI nodded my head, my mind a fog and my body on fire. I didn’t just want him to cum in my mouth. I needed him to do so. He held his cock in my throat, and, with a hefty grunt, shot his load into me.\r \n\r \nThen my vision went white. My eyes rolled back, and I grabbed onto his legs as my whole body spasmed, a violent orgasm claiming me. The salty spunk rocketed down my throat and I swallowed greedily, the throbbing and squeezing prolonging as everything emptied out of him. Holy shit, I thought, my body shaking as I came down from my high, it worked. It really fucking worked.\r \n\r \nLimp and dripping as he fell out of my mouth, he stared at the mess I had made in utter amazement. “Did… did you… cum from swallowing… my cum?”\r \n\r \nI couldn’t believe it. I came harder than I had ever cum before. All because I sucked and swallowed my man. I wasn’t sure how to feel: angry that I went through the torture, embarrassed that it was what I had to do to get past it, or just relieved that I could please him. But really, the only thing I knew I felt was incredibly horny. I looked up at him, licking the remnants of him off of my lips with a hungry gaze. “I did… I really did…”\r \n\r \n“Babe?” he asked with a questioning grin, “Why are you looking at me like that?”\r \n\r \n“... can we… can we do it again?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: His superpower is to grant people the body, they deep down desire. A lot of people request his Services, unaware that the body they believe they want maigh differ from what they actually want. | [
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"content": "*“Remember”* the wish granter said glancing at both Tom & Jack.. *“I can only give you the body YOU truly desire”.*\n\nThe best friends couldn’t believe what they had stumbled into. An old man who just by chance they’d done a good deed to. Now he was offering to give them what was the stuff of urban legends. The perfect body that they desire. He claimed he was a mystic body wish granter and they were standing in his bedroom with him ready to give them the gift of the gods\n\nTom nodded with a huge smile on his face and quickly undressed tripping over himself trying to remove his pants. *“I think I know what I want!”* Tom asserted with a chuckle, thinking he’d just stumbled onto a proverbial pot of gold.\n\nBut Jack was sceptical. *\"So what you're going to get naked for this old guy who claims to be a wizard??! Pffttt it probably won't even work\"*\n\n*\"Well I'm not going to die wondering\"* Tom replied making a good point. What's the worse thing that could happen?\n\nTom took a moment to compose himself, now naked. He then turned to the wish granter and said the phrase. *“Wish granter please do not tire, give me the vessel that I desire”*\n\nTom stayed still for a second and started glancing at his body. Nothing was happening, had this all been a trick? He was disappointed, but then... Suddenly he felt a huge movement growing inside him. His muscles tensing, his skin moving, his bones growing.\n\nHe stared at himself in the mirror as his body changed.\n\nHis Adams apple grew, his jawline became very strong, his 6’0” frame became a 6’8” frame. His body fat trimmed down and his muscles swelled. He looked like a body builder. He was huge. But of course, one change he liked above all. His average sized penis grew. It grew much, much longer and much, much thicker. There sat his cock and he was absolutely hung like a horse. 9 inches flaccid of thick meat.\n\nJack couldn’t take his eyes off Tom, especially his enormous cock. He was mesmerized by it. His 6’8” frame put it not that far off eye level for 5'0” Jack.\n\n*“Woah!!!”* Tom shouted as he turned to face the mirror. *“You really are a miracle worker!!”* he said whilst tensing his biceps and playing around with his massive dong. He could feel himself getting hard just by touching it, it was going to be well over a foot long when it got erect. His junk was heavy and his huge swelling balls were hanging like ornaments to his long & thick cock that was surely the 8th wonder of the world.\n\nThis really was the perfect body that Tom desired.\n\nNow it was Jack’s turn. Jack had always felt a bit weaker than Tom, but nothing like this. He was a little nervous to strip down in all honesty. Jack’s small penis and skinny weak frame looked puny in normal circumstances, standing next to Tom now made him look absolutely micro.\n\nBut he worked up the courage to strip down. He couldn’t stop taking his eyes of Tom’s cock and his eyes locked with Tom’s as he saw what he was doing. Jack awkwardly turned his ahead and stuttered to the wish granter.\n\n*“Uhh…Wi-wish granter please do not tire, give me… the ve-vessel that I desire”* he said with one eye on Tom and his magnificent physique. Jack like Tom didn’t feel anything for a moment. He closed his eyes ready for his life to change forever.\n\nThen he felt a sudden shock inside his body and his body began to morph. But something wasn’t right. His body felt \\*weird\\*. He could feel his chest swelling his hips widening, his face changing. His junk wasn’t growing to enormous proportions, it was… it was shrinking! He cried out in regret ***“WAIT!”*** but it was too late for a reversal. Once the magic words were said the magic words were said.\n\nAfter about 15 seconds Jack felt the changes in his body stop and he turned in shock to face the mirror. He nor Tom could believe what they saw. Jack had developed a big pair of tits, a thick ass with wide hips and his small cock had transformed into a vagina. He had shrunk even smaller to about 4’8”. His face looked feminine and his hair had grown out. He was a woman.\n\n*“I… I DIDN’T ASK FOR THAT”* Jack protested to the wish granter.\n\n*“Oh but yes, yes you did. As I told you, I am only able to grant you the body you truly desire”* replied the wish granter in a calm manner\n\n*“I DON’T WANT TO BE A WOMAN”* Jack said trying to convince himself\n\n*“Don’t you? Ask yourself deep down what you really want Jack”* the wise wish granter retorted.\n\nThe wish granter left, closing the door. Leaving the two “boys” now staring at either in pure shock."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They were worried that the princess they were escorting across the continent would smother them with propriety and protocol. When she turned out to be very much more of the drunken, horny, party girl persuasion, that brought another host of issues... | [
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"content": "“Y-your h-highness,” the timid knight stuttered over the rambunctious crowd of thugs, “I-I would strongly advise against this k-kind of i-impropriety!”\r \n\r \nPrincess Magenta stood on the tavern table, mug of mead in her hand and long ginger mane free to the wind. She raised an inappropriate finger at the knight, slurring loudly back at him, “Oh PISS OFF, you grubby little wanker! You’re not my father!”\r \n\r \nA cacophony of responses rained down on him from the crowd, all encouraging the princess’s behavior. “Yeah, fuck off! Leave her be! Let the wench have her fun!”\r \n\r \nShaking in his chain mail, Sir Gregory tapped the shoulder of a larger knight in his command, who seemed to be drinking and partying along with the rest. “Sir Lance, what do we do? If the king finds out what his heiress is doing, he’ll have our heads on a platter!”\r \n\r \nSir Lance took the young knight under his wing, his breath thick of rum and mead. “Listen, Rookie. I know you’re trying to do your job, but loosen up a little!” He paused to take a swig from his beer stein, then belched before continuing. “We thought Miss Royal Highness was going to be a nuance, with all her rules and proper etiquette, but look at her!”\r \n\r \nSir Gregory looked up at the Princess, still on the table, her breasts now free of her corset. They were round and perky, pink nipples hard against porcelain skin and they bounced hypnotically as she grinded on a strange thief who had joined her on the table. The thief's hand had made its way under her pettiskirt, rubbing her clit and kissing her neck at the encouragement of the crowd. Clearly, she was enjoying herself, her freckled face flushed and exhibitionist moans leaving her plump, red lips. Gregory swallowed hard, his mouth hilariously dry; even though he was fearful of the King’s wrath, he couldn’t help but feel himself stiffen under his knickers. \r \n\r \n“She’s having fun, she’s wild!” Lance said with a vulpine grin, “Plus, she’s been blowing and fucking her way through the command like an insatiable brothel maiden!” Lance grabbed a pint from the tray of a passing bar wench, hitting Gregory’s chest with a slosh. “Have a drink, let yourself have some fun. We can worry about the King come dawn.”\r \n\r \nSir Gregory looked back at the princess, who had locked eyes with him instantly. Drunken lust clouded her vision, and she mouthed to him like he was the only one who could see. “Come here…” \r \n\r \nHis heartbeat quickened, his cock straining as it swelled. God, I’ve only fantasized about being with her for a fortnight. Maybe Lance is right… I should take my chance. With surprising speed, he swilled down his ale, wiped the foam from his lips, and threw down the leather mug. “Alright, fuck it. Time to let loose.”\r \n\r \nGregory bounded toward the table, the crowd parting like the red sea to give him room. He climbed up, Magenta’s eyes lit up with delight, and he pulled her in with a rough, fiery kiss. The crowd of horny men cheered, aside from the thief who grunted in protest. “Oye, I was ‘ere first, ya cunt!” Magenta waved him off, locked in Gregory’s impassioned kiss, so the thief took his leave, cock still resting in his hand.\r \n\r \n“It’s about time you let me get a piece of you,” she slurred. She bit his bottom lip, sucking on it roughly before releasing it. She tasted like honeyed wine, and her tongue was sweet, laced with want and bad decisions.\r \n\r \nGregory shuttered, still very aware of the men hollering at them as they touched themselves. “I definitely didn’t expect it to happen in front of a crowd of strangers.”\r \n\r \nHer hand began to rub the front of his trousers, giggling at the evidence of his arousal. “Just forget about them. Focus on me. And how badly you want to fuck me…”\r \n\r \nGregory responded with a harder kiss, and Magenta moaned urgently. The alcohol loosening the bands of his inhibition, he turned her around, her ass taut against him. She moaned as his lips sucked on the curve between her neck and shoulder, his fingers combing her fiery bush to touch her creamy center. His cock throbbed against her as he realized just how wet she was, her clit swollen under his fingertips. “Mmm, why are you toying with me, Gregory?” She pressed harder against him, causing Gregory to grunt. “Just pull it out, and fuck me. It’s getting harder to wait…”\r \n\r \n“Fine…” Gregory groaned in her ear. “If you want my cock…” He rolled down his trousers, freeing his engorged member. A few men in the crowd gasped, and a bar wench wolf whistled at him, murmuring about the size and girth of him. He positioned himself behind her, letting his head part her lips, then he shoved it in forcefully, “Then take it…”\r \n\r \nMagenta squealed, her sugar walls forming around him as he pulled into the hilt. “Oh gods, yeeees…” The rowdy tavern cheered as Gregory placed his hands on her shoulders, thrusting his hips to meet hers. He was amazed at her warmth and wetness, her pussy leaving a delicious sheen on his shaft, and the cheers and moans only urged him to go faster.\r \n\r \n“Attaboy, Greggie!” Lance hollered from the crowd.\r \n\r \n“Fuck her good!” A few other criminals and patrons cheered.\r \n\r \nMagenta seemed to have forgotten about the ongoing voyeurs, losing herself in the pleasure he caused her. “Oh gods, oh gods, that feels so goood!”\r \n\r \nSoon, his muscles began to tighten, the threat of orgasm close approaching. “Come here,” he growled as he pulled her back close to his chest, placing a hand on her clit and another on her breast. “Cum for me, Magenta,” he commanded, rubbing her fast and hard as his thrusts quickened. “Cum so I can fill you up…” Magenta, with uninhibited moans, took his orders with stride, her body unraveling in his arms as her pussy clenched around him and soaked him generously. Gregory let himself give in, plummeting over the edge as he emptied himself into her. “Sweet Gaia… fuck… there it is.”\r \n\r \nThe princess pulled away, cum dripping down her leg, and she gave the knight a kiss on the cheek. The crowd’s applause roared as Gregory raised his hands in victory, and they carried him off of the table, a few chanting his name in rhythm as pride filled his chest.\r \n\r \nThe princess called over the tavern, being handed another mug of mead. “Alright, you fair-weather fucks! The night is young and this pussy is open. Who wants the next go?” More eruptions of voices spread through the bar as the debauchery ensued, no sign of stopping until the next morning."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An anonymous blowjob (set in the future? — maybe a ‘blowjob’ service one can call for as easily as an Uber)… and what’s NOT supposed to involve any other sort of deeper interaction… leads to a burgeoning friendship, with maybe some actual sparks flying? Cum swallowing first, then small-talk! | [
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"content": "“I’m close,” I say between pants and moans. The girl between my legs — I think the app said her name was Amanda? — looks up at me and smirks, pumping my cock a few times before taking it back into her mouth. I’ve never met her before, and odds are I never will again after this. To me, she’s just dark brown bangs and long hair, striking green eyes with winged liner, and a warm mouth for me to enjoy. Not that I mean any more to her; I’m just a client, an unmemorable part of her part-time gig. \r \n\r \nShe’s good at the job, though. She bobs up and down on my cock, each time further than the last. Soon, I feel her warm throat engulf the entire length of my cock, and it sends me over the edge. I cum hard, sending two shots down her throat before she comes up for air with barely a cough. She keeps the head in her mouth through the rest of my orgasm and leaves me a shaking mess on my sofa.\r \n\r \nWhile I recover, I’m hardly surprised to see the girl — *Amanda*, I remind myself — already gathering her things on the floor. She wipes a stray drop of cum from her mouth with a tissue and hits a few buttons on her phone. “*Visit Complete! Find another client?*” an automated voice asks. I see her finger hover over a green button, but she eventually taps a red one and puts her phone away.\r \n\r \nShe massages her throat for a moment and swallows a couple times. “I know you’re gonna think I say this to everyone, but I actually had a lot of fun with you! Most guys just lay there and stare the whole time.” She looks up at me, a bit of embarrassment on her face. “I know it’s not normal, but do you mind if I take a breather here for a minute…” She glances down at her phone. “Steven?”\r \n\r \nAnd she’s right. It’s not normal in the slightest. OralLink’s initial advertising campaign emphasized the service’s Cum-and-Go model; it’s rare to see a Blower in your place more than a minute or two after you stop cumming. Hell, I can't even remember a time where one actually used my name. Her request catches me off guard, but I can’t think of a reason to decline. “Um.. sure? Here, you want a seat?” I stand to put on my pants and give her some space on the couch next to me. “Amanda, right?”\r \n\r \n“Yup, that’s me,” She says as she sits, and the unprecedented awkwardness of the situation dawns on us both. She pulls out her phone, hesitates, and puts it back in her purse. I tap a beat out on my lap, desperately trying to think of some kind of small talk, but she beats me to the punch. “So….” she says, drawing out the word. “Do you use OralLink a lot?”\r \n\r \nI shrug. “Not really. This is only my third time. What about you?” Amanda stares blankly at me as I realize what I just asked. I look at her in horror for a split second, and we both burst out into laughter. \r \n\r \n“Yeah!” She says, taking a deep breath to recover from a residual fit of giggles. “Believe it or not, I do!” She unlocks her phone and goes through a few menus before showing me a metrics screen. “There! 257 times, to be exact! That’s over the course of…” She thinks for a moment. ”A little more than two years.”\r \n\r \nI can’t help but be impressed. 257 is a lot of dicks to suck. And with how much the Blowers get paid per job, it must be a pretty solid side hustle for her. “What made you get into this job anyway?”\r \n\r \nIt’s her turn to shug now. “I was halfway through college and needed a few extra bucks after an internship fell through. I know I’m good at sucking dick, and I enjoy doing it, so what’s a few cocks a week to pay for my other hobbies? And hey, I’m a graduate now, and I got a better internship in the end.” \r \n\r \n“Ayy, congrats!” I say with a laugh. “It sounds like a win-win for you. And for what it’s worth, you’re very good at this hobby of yours.”\r \n\r \nAmanda puts on that same devilish smirk she gave me right before I came down her throat. “Well, I gotta head out, but here.” She fishes a pen out of her bag and scrawls her phone number on a napkin. “Next time it’s on me. One condition, though. Can we hang out again afterwards? Maybe grab a cup of coffee?”\r \n\r \n“Sounds like a deal to me.” I take the napkin and start adding a new contact into my phone as she heads out my front door.\r \n\r \n“Until next time, Steven.” Amanda winks and shuts the door behind her."
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"content": "The ad for a job at \"Nouveou Alchimie\", listed a curiously high rate of pay. I asked my husband if he knew anything about the new shop that had opened up where Chipotle had been, in the little strip mall next to Home Depot. He said he had seen it but didn't know anyone who had gone in it yet. It supposedly sold potions.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAlchemy had been a big deal in Europe back in the middle ages, but it had been largely supplanted by more modern and less chaotic methods. These days it was mostly the domain of hipsters in Portland who were anti big pharma. It was beginning to grow in popularity again in France though, and based on the shop name I suspected the owner was from there.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI called and sure enough, a man named Florent with a heavy French accent answered the phone. I answered a few questions over the phone and then he asked me to come in for an interview. My first meeting with Florent the owner was...interesting. He was loud and clearly very passionate about his craft. After talking with him and going through some questions he said \"Finally, someone who I can actually work with!\" He extended an offer, and I accepted. I was 32 and had been out of the job market for almost 6 years while I had been a stay at home mom for our 2 children. But they were both in school now and my husband's pay was getting thinned out by the rising cost of everything. What Florent was paying was almost double what my other prospects were.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe first day was a Monday. I went to the shop at 7 am and found Florent hard at work in the back room mixing various things together. He said a few things in French I didn't understand, then handed me a small vial of purple liquid and said \"Drink this\".\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"What is it?\" I asked.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe made a frustrated scoff and rolled his eyes. \"What do you think? I do not run a bar or a coffee shop! This is a potion for you to try.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"What does it do?\" I asked with a bit of hesitation. I had never actually tried a potion before.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Ah, this one is very simple\" he said with a held up finger. \"It um, makes the boobs, uh...\" and he made an outward gesture with his hands at his chest.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI blinked a few times and asked \"It makes my boobs grow?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Yes. Within reason of course\" he said with a slight nod while glancing at my modest C cup breasts.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI started saying \"I don't know if I want to drink a boob growth potion, I mean..\" but then he interrupted me.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"How do you expect to sell what you do not understand?!? He said rather loudly. \"Customers need someone they can talk to about the experience, the results. Someone they can relate to. You will be the display model they can see and observe with their very eyes! I can talk about the alchemy and the technical details but the customers they do not care about that. I am just a weird and crazy French alchemist to them. They want to know the results. The um...Amazon 5 star reviews, yes?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI was still hesitant, but at the same time Florent made it clear he was paying me what he was to \\*market\\* the potions, not just stand behind a register and sell them. I eventually gave in and drank the liquid.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAlmost immediately I felt a tightness in my chest. I thought it was a heart attack at first, but I soon realized the tightness was my expanding breasts digging into my bra. I looked down and could actually see them expanding. I held my hands to them and felt the expanding mass of my boobs pressing more and more into my bra. The strap was beginning to dig into my back so I quickly reached behind me to unclasp the hooks. For almost 2 minutes my breasts grew, until they finally stopped. I was...big. Not ludicrously big, but bigger than I had ever been, even when i had been breastfeeding.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Holy shit\" I quietly said as I felt the heft of my new chest.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"See? Now this is the experience the customers will want to know about.\" Florent said. He then handed me a shirt and a credit card and told me \"Put this shirt on. Then, go over to a store of your choosing and buy some new bras. Here is the company card, I will let you expense the new clothes so I can write it off on my taxes.\"\n\nThe shirt said Nouveou Alchemie of course, and it was stretched tightly over my large breasts. I went to a few stores and got myself measured. I was apparently a 38E now. I bought 4 bras and headed back to the store. I spent the rest of the day talking with Florent and taking care of the few customers that came in. I definitely noticed more attention was focused on my chest.\n\nThat evening my husband was...surprised, but not exactly unhappy about my sudden change in appearance. At bedtime he spent a lot of time checking them out and saying how he didn't know that alchemy could do stuff like that."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Being a werewolf isn't too bad, though she wished her clothes faired better after transforming, it'd make the walk home much less humiliating. | [
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"content": "The fur shed onto the ground. Her eyes blinked open to a bright sunrise. Red bolted up as the sound of cars going past caught her attention. Red sighed heavily as she got up, the only clothes left were rags on the ground.\n\nDirt and blood covered her skin and the breeze tickled her boobs. She started making her way to a bus stop or a clothes store but quickly realised that she had gone from her new york apartment to a rural farm. Cover was not abundant but commuters unfortunately were. \n\nRed started following the road, a sinking feeling went across her body each time a car drove past. Humiliation crushing her as each cat call or demeaning comment left a car window. Red wanted to scream. She wished it was last night. Then she’d rip them apart. \n\nRed didn’t know where she was, or what state she was even in by this point. But the people here suck. No one has offered help, or clothes. Red felt small.\n\nBy the time red had made it to a town she felt like an object. She had been insulted and mocked and treated like a toy. Finally making it to a small second hand clothes shop she could cover herself.\n\nHowever Not before the clerk could say “Nice tits freak”. Red hated being a werewolf."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A surprise birthday party for Amy, a popular college junior who often forgets to wear clothes around her sorority house, no matter whose boyfriends (or other male friends) are around. She’s surprised alright, when half the campus shows up to surprise her in her “birthday suit” on her birthday!! | [
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"content": "Amy tapped along to the music blasting in her room as she looked at herself in the mirror. She blinked and checked her eyeliner before sitting back and taking a sip of her drink. \"No way, you have to come out tonight!\" she texted as she stood up and strutted across the room fully nude. She threw the phone on her pillow and sprawled out on the bed. \n\nIt was supposed to be her twenty-first night out but everyone had been canceling. I mean year, it was finals week, but wouldn't going out help people relax too? *Whatever, at least I'll have some fun by myself then,\"* Amy thought as she reached down between her legs. Her fingers glided along her stomach as she rested her head back on the pillow. Her hand brushed her thigh as her fingers finally found their destination.\n\nBzzzzzzz, Amy's phone vibrated in her face and slid off the pillow. She groaned, pulling her hand back and getting out of bed to check on it. Great, Trish isn't coming either now. She left her phone on the bed and finished her drink; time for a refill.\n\nShe held onto her glass and opened the door to the hall, stepping confidently through wearing just her mixer glasses. As she walked through the house, it seemed like nobody was home. That would be a first for the house which seemed to have a revolving door of people at any time. \n\nAs she approached the main living room, she noticed a light on. She walked out into the room and turned to look who was home. *Huh that's weird,* she thought standing naked in the room alone. \"Happy Birthday!!\" the room erupted into cheers as the campus emerged from their hiding spots. The room quickly filled like the end of the homecoming game as Amy's face turned bright pink. \n\nThe music blasted into the house as Amy saw all her sisters and friends and that kid from her 8 am that she never goes to. \"Happy birthday Amy,\" Trish said handing her a drink while wearing nothing but a few trash bags fashioned into a bikini, \"we know how much you hate wearing clothes, so here's your own ABC party!\" Amy blinked, ripped the shot that was being handed to her, and lit up with a huge smile. *It's going to be a good night.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You create an app that allows to change reality by typing in what you want to change and then pressing a button. You decide to try it out at work, especially on your bitch of a boss | [
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"content": "The app is simple: type in anything you want and press enter. Reality then changes based on the input. There is also an undo button, which you find very useful when you realize that the world has become a wasteland filled with zombies and you need to go back to the beginning to get things right.\n\nYou created it by accident using some old code combined with the new programming language you learned recently. It was just meant as a way for you to relax after work, but now you can't stop playing around with it.\n\nYour boss, Janice, walks into your office as you're playing around with the app and shuts the door. \"What are you doing?\" she asks.\n\n\"I'm just testing my new app,\" you say. \"It lets me change reality.\"\n\nShe seems skeptical. \"How does that work?\"\n\n\"Well, I type in what I want to change and press enter.\"\n\nShe looks confused. \"That doesn't make any sense. Reality isn't something you can change. You need to get back to work. Your evaluation is coming up soon and you wouldn’t want this time-wasting going on it.”\n\n\"But...\"\n\nShe cuts you off. \"Look, if you want to play around with your stupid app, do it at home. We have more important things to worry about here. Like the upcoming conference. The whole company is depending on us.\"\n\nYou stare at her. She's so mean! And she always talks down to you like you're a child.\n\n“Look, if you don’t believe me, I’ll show you.” You take out your phone and start typing. You type in: \"My boss Janice is hideous.\" Then you hit enter.\n\nAnd reality changes. Your boss becomes hard to look at. Her hair is disheveled, her skin is covered in pimples, and she's wearing clothes that are too big for her. She stumbles over to you, trying to cover herself up. \"Oh god, what did you do? What happened?\"\n\nYou laugh at her. “Here, I’ll hit the undo button.” You hit the undo button and reality returns to normal.\n\nYour boss is back to normal. “Don’t ever do that again!\" she yells at you. \"We have a lot of work to do. Get back to it!\"\n\nYou type in, “My boss lets me do whatever I want.” You hit enter and reality changes. Now your boss is a total pushover for you. She lets you do whatever you want, even if it means you're late for meetings or not doing your job properly.\n\n“Hey I don’t really want to do my work. Can you get someone else to do it? I think I'll just go home early today.”\n\n“Yeah sure, no problem. I’ll put Jenkins on it. You take it easy the rest of the day. You need anything else before you go?”\n\n“I mean, I wouldn’t hate a foot rub.”\n\n“Sure thing!”\n\nShe takes off your shoes and massages your feet. It feels so good. You suddenly remember that you typed in for your boss to let you do whatever you want. You didn’t actually expect she’d go out of her way to make what you wanted to happen.\n\nYou start to get a little turned on by her touching your feet. You look up and see her looking at you. You smile at her and she smiles back.\n\nYour boss is mildly attractive, but you've never thought about her sexually. She's just your boss, after all. But now a devilish thought crosses your mind. You have the power to change her appearance. Could you change her into something more appealing?\n\nYou type in, \"My boss Janice is beautiful.\" You hit enter and reality changes.\n\nYour boss is gorgeous. She's got long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a perfect body. She's wearing a tight white dress that shows off her curves. She smiles at you.\n\n\"Wow,\" you say. \"You look great.\"\n\n\"Thank you. I'm glad you like it.\"\n\n“But why should I stop there?” you think. You type in, \"My boss is the sexiest woman on the planet.\" You hit enter and reality changes.\n\nYour boss is now the hottest girl you've ever seen. She's wearing a short red dress that shows off her cleavage. Her legs are perfectly toned and smooth, ending in the sexiest pair of heels you've ever seen. She looks at you seductively and smiles. Your erection pushes hard against your pants.\n\n\"Unreal,\" you say. \"You look... you look… you…”\n\nShe laughs. \"Thanks again. That app is really amazing. You deserve something… special for creating it.”\n\nYou are more turned on than you have ever been, but your brain is suddenly overcome by another thought.\n\n“Ok, what the hell. Let’s see what this thing can do.”\n\nYou type in, “My boss is infinitely sexier than the sexiest woman that could ever be conceived of by anyone, anywhere, ever.” You take a deep breath and hit enter.\n\nYour boss is now a goddess, standing naked before you. She is so beautiful that it hurts. Literally. Your heart starts beating over 200 beats per minute. You feel lightheaded. Your erection is so hard that you can't stand it.\n\nYour boss walks up to you and says, “How about a kiss?”\n\nYou're too stunned to answer. You can only stare at her beauty.\n\nShe grabs you and kisses you. It's like nothing you've ever felt before. You're in heaven. You orgasm instantly. As she continues to kiss you, the orgasm continues. Your dick is still hard and throbbing, but you don’t care. You just want to live in this moment forever. Minutes, possibly hours go by and the orgasm just keeps going. It doesn’t seem to be fading at all. If anything, it is only getting stronger over time. You have lost your sense of all time and space.\n\nYou see a flashing light and suddenly everything goes black.\n\nWhen you wake up, you’re at the hospital. A nurse tells you that you passed out from overexertion. \n\n\"How long have I been here?” you ask.\n\n“About a week,” she replies.\n\n“A week! Holy shit! Oh crap, Janice!”\n\n“Oh you know about Janice? I thought you had passed out before she revealed herself to the world.”\n\n“What do you mean?” You ask.\n\n“There’s a new religion now. This Goddess named Janice just revealed herself to the world. People are worshipping her. They pass out just by looking at her. We call ourselves Janicers. Most people in the world converted in the past week. Seeing a God actually show up on Earth will do that I guess.”\n\nYou start to laugh.\n\n“Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. It’s just weird to hear people are worshiping my boss. Don’t worry, I’ll fix everything.”\n\n“What do you mean?”\n\n“Uh… nevermind. Could you hand me my phone?”\n\n“Of course. Here you go.”\n\nYou pick up your phone and get ready to hit the undo button.\n\n“Wow. New global religion. Heh, I’ll have to add that one to the list.”\n\nYou scroll to the last page of apps. Your app is gone. You check your email and find an email from Janice saying, \"Thanks for everything, kiddo. I deleted the app so you can’t hit that pesky undo button. I also erased all your backups at your house. Hope you understand. Good luck in your career.\"\n\n“Well, frick.” You say. “I guess I’ve really done it this time. Although… that kiss was… wow.”\n\nYou start to get hard just thinking about it.\n\n“I should probably go ask her to do it again.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Male Preservation (enslavement) Program. | [
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"content": "Part 1\n\nHenry had seen the shift when he was young less and less males being born, the war that took some many men's lives, the virus that only harmed those with the y chromosome wiped out the older generations of men then the shift of power. \n\nWhen he was 14, women were in complete control of everything and the Male Preservation Laws were passed. He was taken from his hold and put in a 'nature reserve' for men. He spent 4 years there before he was taken to auction. \n\nHe was a highly sought after specimen after his muscular frame and massive cock draw all the eyes to him. He knew that some wealthy woman or a sperm farm would likely buy him. He prepared himself for the idea of what his new life would be. \n\nThe bidding on him went into the millions within a few minutes. The winner is a woman in her mid-40s, but you couldn't tell by by looking at her. She pays the auctioneer, takes his paperwork and leads him away on a leash. He follows obediently knowing that resisting will just get him punished. \n\nShe walks him out to a car and makes him get in the back seat. She gets in the driver seat and starts driving. She looks back at him occasionally before speaking \"So what is your name?\". He looks up and replies \"Henry mistress\". He know to always end a comment with mistress as that is how they were trained in the 'nature reserve'.\n\nShe looks at him \"My name is Quinn and in private I'd prefer to be called Kitten, but in public or when guests are around refer to me as Mistress or Miss Quinn\". He nods \"Yes Kitten\". A blush crosses the woman's face. \n\nShe drives to a secluded area in the woods then comes into the back seat and begins to undress \"The drive is going to be too long of a wait to try you out\". She kisses him and he kisses back before she pulls away and look at at him after brushing a stand of her beautiful brown hair away from her eye \"I want to be dominated roughly. Can you do that?\". He nods \"Yes Kitten\". \n\nShe finishes undressing revealing her supple mature body from her plump double d-cup breast to her wide childbearing hips to her thunder thighs and tight hairless pussy. She smiles as she sees Henry lick his lips then says \"The safeword is Pineapple\". She lays on her back and spreads her legs. \n\nHe dives right into licking her pussy aggressively. She moans and arches her back as his moves his tongue so skillfully along her fondled and against her clit. He was clearly trained well in how to pleasure a woman. She squirms and gasps having not had this sort of pleasure in years.\n\nShe wraps her legs around his head as he slides his tongue into her. He listens to for when her moans get shaky as he moves his tongue around wanting to find all the more sensitive spots inside her. He finds a few then rubs his tongue against over and over making her scream with pleasure. \n\n She slides her fingers into his thick black hair as he pleasure her so well. She bucks lightly as she gets closer and closer to her climax. He continues his swirling and rubbing inside of her pussy loving the taste of her upon his tongue.\n\nAfter a few more minutes she cums hard on his tongue and face then collapses. He pulls away and lightly prods her pussy with the tip of his cock. She pants heavily and says \"Take me and don't be gentle\". He thrust into her hard making her arch her back as her pussy is stretched to fit his cock. \n\nHe pulls back and begins thrusting causing her toes to curls and her legs to squirm around trying to adjust as she had previously thought she could handle it easily. She was wrong, but still determined to go all the way. \n \nShe moans louder as his cock shapes her inside to fit him. She places her hands on his chest looking up into his deep blue eyes as he looks back into her vividly green eyes. She leans up and kisses him. He return the kiss passionately then starts kissing her neck making her more wet. \n\nHe thrusts faster as her pussy starts contracting and massaging his cock as if it was trying to milk him for every drop of him inside of him. He continues thrusting the tip of his cock slamming against her cervix till she climaxes again sending him over the edge. \n\nHe cums hard filling her to the brim with hot sticky seed. She lays back and enjoys the warm so deep in womb and smiles at him \"My daughters are going to love you\". He smiles thinking of how good his life is about to be."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She thought the audio track she found on that weird website was just really relaxing music. It was actually a self-hypnosis track on the joys of pregnancy... | [
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"content": "I'd thought that I'd gone to bed early enough, but somehow I woke up feeling fuzzy. Not quite right somehow. It's only Tuesday, so I'd hoped that I could at least last until Thursday before feeling not quite myself.\n\nAll my clothes seemed like they'd be too tight. I rejected pair after pair of comfy jeans, considered going to the dining hall in my PJs, and finally settled on a massive swishy dress. All girls have to have at least one really great floor-length dress that they can wear anywhere, and although this tie-died one wasn't at all formal, I had no problem wearing it to a fancy-ish place or to a picnic. Or to the dining hall and then to class.\n\nAt the dining hall, all the food looked even grosser than normal. Why do they keep serving bacon, eggs, and sausage in the morning? Do they know how bad that is for you? I filled up my tray with yogurt and fruit, then found a place to sit down. At this hour of the morning, there were only a few fitness-obsessed girls, a few nerds, and some ROTC boys. I found my eyes drifting to both the nerds and the ROTC boys. Their bodies looked so muscular, and I could help but imagine them naked, pinning me down--\n\nI shook myself. Everyone knows the ROTC boys are off limits. What am I doing perving on them before breakfast?\n\nBut for some reason, the yogurt and fruit wasn't filling me up, and on my second trayful, I found my eyes drifting to the skinny nerds, imagining their thin bodies--\n\nDamn it. I'm in a weird mood today.\n\nI made my way across campus to my lecture class and found my way to my customary perch most of the way up. It's the only seat in the lecture theater where you can see the whole screen and Professor Hinkelstein at once without being too far away to read the words on the screen. Josh was already there, one row down and a seat to the right, wearing his customary sweatpants and sweatshirt, smelling like he'd just come back from one of his morning runs, his buzz cut just barely damp with sweat. \"Hey, Josh,\" I said.\n\nHe twisted around. \"Hey, Melissa,\" he said. \"How'd the quiz go on Thursday?\"\n\nI shrugged. \"Not too bad. I think the midterms aren't going to be that bad, either.\"\n\nHe gave an awkward smile. \"Yeah, you would say that. I could not get question 3.\"\n\n\"The trick question,\" I nodded. \"I'm sure Hinkelstein is going to go over it today.\"\n\nI was lucky, though, that most of the lecture was Hinkelstein just reviewing the quiz from last Thursday, because for some reason I could not take my eyes off of Josh in the row below. I've seen him without a shirt, and I know how much his running pays off, and how well-build and how muscular his pale body is. I kept looking down at his chair and imagining the way his meaty butt was filling the seat, and I couldn't begin to pay attention to Hinkelstein. The smell of his running sweat was doing something strange to me, too. I wasn't sure quite what I needed, but I knew I needed Josh's body on me, and as soon as possible.\n\nAs soon as the lecture ended, I grabbed Josh's shoulder. Even though his sweatshirt, his shoulder felt good: meaty, solid yet soft, and warm. He twisted around, and his eyes widened. \n\n\"Hey, Josh,\" I said. \"Do you have some time before your next class?\"\n\n\"Sure. My next class doesn't start until 12:45, so I've got almost two hours. What's up?\"\n\n\"Can you come with me for a second?\"\n\n\"Sure,\" he said, sounding confused.\n\n\"OK, follow me,\" I said. I headed towards my dorm, and checked that he was following. That sweatsuit really doesn't do his body any favors; you can't tell at all that he's absolutely ripped underneath it. But I know.\n\nI wasn't sure what I needed from Josh, but I knew I needed it fast. I didn't even want to wait until I got to my dorm, so I veered off the sidewalk and into the trails which led into the woods.\n\n\"You want to go into the woods?\" Josh said.\n\n\"Yeah,\" I said.\n\nFinally, we got to a place where the trees would hide us. I pushed him against a tree. His thick chest felt good under my hands. \n\n\"Melissa, what...?\"\n\nI wasn't quite sure what I was doing, but it was as if my hands were acting of their own accord. I knelt down and pulled down his sweatpants and boxers. Even flaccid, his pale cock was thick, with a pink head, hanging over his balls. He'd even shaved all his pubic hair, so he was completely smooth. Since he was still a little sweaty, he smelled musky. I licked my lips. \n\n\"Melissa?\" he said. It sounded like it was coming from very far away.\n\nI grabbed his thick cock in my hand and started licking the head. Bliss! This wasn't what I needed, but it was close. The head of his cock was so soft and so warm, and it felt so good against my lips. I opened my mouth wide and let his semi-hard cock deep into my mouth, letting the sides of my tongue come up around the sides of his cock, and I happily felt it get harder in my mouth as Josh breathed roughly. Soon my mouth was filled with a long, thick shaft. I let my head slide up and down this beautiful shaft.\n\nWhen I came up for air, I saw just how long and thick Josh's cock was. It was almost as thick as my wrist, and curved just a little. I had never seen anything so beautiful. Suddenly, I understood what I needed.\n\n\"Come on,\" I said. I moved my legs around under me, so I was sitting on the mossy ground below the trees, and pulled Josh's thick wrist.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" said Josh.\n\n\"What, don't you want to have sex with me?\" I said. \n\nJosh blushed and swallowed. \"Yes,\" he said.\n\nI pulled up the front of my dress and spread my legs, and Josh knew exactly what to do. He knelt down, pushed aside my panties, and found my slick entrance. \n\n\"Do you have a condom?\" he said.\n\n\"No, I'm fine,\" I said. I didn't carry condoms with me, and somehow the thought of covering his thick cock with a piece of rubber seemed horrible.\n\nFinally, he slowly lowered his thick cock into my entrance. I felt my flesh spreading open like a flower, then deeper inside, I felt my flesh stretching apart, more satisfying than the the best leg stretch after running, as delicious as my hand on my clit at night, more satisfying than anything. I breathed deep. \"Fuck, you're so tight,\" he hissed as he sank in deeper and lay down on my chest.\n\n\"Fuck me,\" I panted, holding him close. Even through his sweatshirt, his body felt good, and his cock felt like it had always been meant to be inside me. He started thrusting faster, plunging his cock deep into me and then pulling it out, and each strong thrust stretched me open all over again in the best way. Each thrust was frustratingly close to being exactly what I wanted. The moss was lumpy beneath me, and the sun sometimes got in my eyes when the trees shifted, but I didn't care.\n\nJosh's thrusting got faster, and more frantic. He grunted with each deep thrust, and his grunting and panting was turning me on. I must have been more turned on than I thought: soon, my body was clenching and my vagina was clenching as waves of intense pleasure washed over me and Josh kept thrusting.\n\nJosh's grunt turned into a yelp, and his body stiffened in my arms. Inside my vagina, his cock swelled and throbbed and pulsed and pulsed and pulsed. *Josh is cumming inside me,* I thought triumphantly.\n\nFinally, the pulsing slowed down, and Josh awkwardly got up, then pulled up his sweatpants and boxers. I got up too and brushed some of the dirt off my dress. \n\n\"Thanks for that,\" he said awkwardly. \"I really needed that.\"\n\n\"So did I,\" I say, and realize it's true.\n\n\"Well, I'd better be getting ready for my next class. You might want to change your dress.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A normally composed magical boy just admitted that he thinks his long time rival/frenemy/occasional ally is hot. He didn't expect her cute little pet familiar to give him her chat username & tell him to text her. | [
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"content": "\"Looks like you're still not quite on my level.\" The Dark Angel of Tokyo rested her greatsword on her shoulder and smirked as the monster crumbled to dust behind her.\n\nKenichi was panting for breath, leaning on his magic staff. \"I swear, you became a magical girl *just* so you could one-up me.\"\n\n\"That's not the only reason, but it's definitely one of the perks.\"\n\n\"*So* not fair. I have to be the responsible one, I have to put up the dimensional barrier and cast shields while you get to just swoosh in and cut things in half. You get the giant sword and the cool cape and the sexy leotard, and...\"\n\n\"Oh, you think I look sexy, do you?\"\n\nKenichi froze, trying to think of a way out. \"Well, kind of. In an incredibly chuuni way. Your costume looks like it was designed by an eighth-grader who just discovered he's into thighs.\"\n\n\"Yeah, well, that tuxedo of yours makes you look like James Bond rolled around in a pile of sequins.\" She retorted.\n\nThe Dark Angel stepped onto the edge of the roof. \"Besides, the cape lets me do *this.\"*\n\nShe turned, letting the cape swish out dramatically behind her, then stepped off the roof and plummeted into the darkness.\n\n\"...she thinks I look like James Bond?\"\n\n\\---\n\n\"Are you still up here, Starlight?\"\n\nA black cat with yellow markings leapt onto the roof. He recognized it as the Dark Angel's familiar - it mostly spent its time sitting on her shoulder while looking incredibly smug.\n\nKenichi was lying on his back, looking up at the stars as he let his energy recharge. \"Yep, that's my hero name. What's up, did Angel just think of a really sick burn about my outfit?\"\n\n\"Actually, she told me to give you this.\" The cat tossed him a small piece of black paper, obviously conjured by a magical ability. Kenichi caught it and unfolded it.\n\n*DarkSwordOfHeaven @ thischatroomdoesnotexist.co.jp*\n\n\"She wants to talk to me?\"\n\n\"You should have seen her. She was like \"Wait, he actually *likes* me? I need to talk to him! But I can't go back now, it'll ruin my cool exit!\" But yeah, send her a message. Don't worry, your magic protects your secret identity even online.\"\n\n\"That's how she reacted, huh?\"\n\n\"I might be embellishing a bit, but she was definitely a little bit flustered. It was funny.\" The cat was grinning ear to ear. \"Go on, you're a team, right? You should get to know each other. She's a bit different when she's not going full Dark Angel.\"\n\nKenichi scowled. \"We're not... fine, I guess we're *kind of* a team. I'll give it a try tomorrow after class.\"\n\n\\---\n\n>BrightIdea: DarkSwordOfHeaven? Really, that's your screen name? \n> \n>DarkSwordOfHeaven: Screw you, I'm a badass magical girl, I can call myself whatever I want. \n> \n>DSOH: A transformation is part of who you are, I'm not gonna make excuses for that. \n> \n>BI: So you're going to stop making fun of my tuxedo, right? \n> \n>DSOH: As if, lol. \n> \n>DSOH: So you think I'm sexy, huh? \n> \n>BI: Still thinking about that? Lol. \n> \n>DSOH: Not many people say that about my magical girl persona. Almost like it's a secret or something. \n> \n>BI: I mean, the thigh-high boots+leotard combo is pretty cool. \n> \n>BI: But like, they also draw a lot of attention to your butt. \n> \n>BI: And the cape is always swishing around so it's covering+uncovering you. \n> \n>DSOH: Don't diss the swish! The swish is the most important part! \n> \n>BI: I know. Just sayin it draws the eye. \n> \n>DSOH: You mean draws \\*your\\* eye, pervert. \n> \n>BI: Guilty as charged. \n> \n>BI: But it's your transformation, right? Must mean you want to draw attention on some level. \n> \n>DSOH: Lol, that's fair. \n> \n>DSOH: I'm not a psychologist, but I'm pretty sure Dark Angel is supposed to be like, the cool girl I want to be instead of the massive fucking nerd I am IRL. \n> \n>BI: I wouldn't know. You don't talk that much after a fight. \n> \n>BI: You always do the Batman exit lol. \n> \n>BI: Want to hang out the next time we see each other? I know a great place to get a view of the bay. \n> \n>DSOH: It's a date! \n> \n>BI: Wait, it is? \n> \n>BI: I guess it is. Lol. \n> \n>DSOH: Lol, ur dense. \n> \n>DSOH: See you tonight."
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"content": "The first girl, Lily, had been somewhere between a happy mistake and a terrible success. \nShe had come to me, asking for power since her neighbor had been not-so-subtly hinting that he thought she \"owed\" him her attention and that, if she didn't give it willingly, he'd take it by force. Didn't help the guy was the son of the town guard leader, so yeah. Only option left: ask the weirdo living in the cave just outside town.\n\nApparently, some rumours existed that I could \"make Bargains\" or something, never bothered getting the details of those rumours myself but... yeah. She offered her life for power, I told her to tone it down and that trading in a life is *never* a good idea, she insisted... In the end, since she was mostly worried about him forcing himself on her, I thought to make her into a cyclops. Big, strong, *very* capable of caving your skull in if you do something she doesn't like and, hopefully, not quite attractive enough that the promise of grievous bodily harm would look like a fair trade for a chance to get in her... well, loincloth.\n\nThe magic worked fine! ...except for the part where she ended up with one eye, three breasts and to put it bluntly, curves for *days*. The guy backed off at first, but then *of course* decided to sic the town guard on \"the wicked she-beast that killed my beloved,\" whipping them all into such a frenzy that none of them would listen to her. She managed to make it out and get back to my cave, though she did have to give the guy a slap in the face. The kind of slap that nearly made his head do a full turn before stopping, so he's no longer a problem. \nSo, there I am after yet another long day of study, experimentation, meditation and, admittedly, a lot of relaxation when I suddenly hear a rumble like my cave is coming down, the door to my sanctuary slams open and next thing I know, I've got my head stuck between her left and middle tits while she bawls her eye out about how the entire town is now so mean to her and if she can stay the night and... well, one thing led to another...\n\n\"Look, I told you that turning into a big monster wouldn't solve everything, but... fine. You can stay, and- HGNK!\" I begin to explain, only to get cut off as she hugs me even tighter, my back feeling like it'll break while my face is pressed squarely into her middle tit. Her nipple is already stiff, pressing against my mouth and all but forcing itself inside while she holds me awkwardly tight. \n\"Thank you thank you thank you so very mu-hu-huuuuch\\~!\" she cries out while grabbing me by the shoulders and dragging me off my feet, looking at me for a moment before leaning in and giving me an impressively forceful kiss on the mouth. \nLook, I know that you're not \"supposed\" to try out magic on yourself, but test subjects are hard to come by and *willing* ones all but impossible, so I had to improvise. I *swear* the horse-sized cock I had at the time was by no means an attempt to seduce anyone, but... there I was, getting deep-kissed by a woman twice my height, holding me up by my shoulders like I weighed nothing, her breasts pressing just below mine. Can you blame me for getting hard at that point? \nShe noticed pretty quickly, blinked while she pulled me back a little. \"Oh! ...oh\\~\" she *purred* while smirking at me. \"...Wouldn't be right if I didn't show my appreciation, no?\" she added, setting me down on the bed while reaching down with one hand to tug her loincloth loose. \n\"Now look! This is all a misunder- Oh that's a lot...\" I tried to explain, just as I looked down and got a *great* look at her crotch, at the thick, dark pink folds peeking out from her pussy or the thumb-thick nub pointing straight at my face. All of that, while feeling her practically *rain* pussy juice all over my own crotch. \nHonestly? Seeing just how excited she was briefly made me suspicious this was her plan all along, but it didn't really matter at this point. I just kinda, grabbed my robes, pulled them up over my head and tossed them to the side before sitting up and grabbing her hips, my fingers sinking into her soft ass while I started eating her out. \n\"Nngh! H-hey, t-this is supposed to g-go the other w-way!\" she half-protested, though I didn't really pay attention to that. I mean, she could just yank me around like I weigh nothing, if she really didn't want me to keep toying with her thick, juicy pussy, there'd be next to nothing I could do to stop her! Sucking on her clit felt like I was blowing a small-ish cock, only with most of the flavour coming from the base instead of the tip. \nLily, in the meantime, was letting her roar-like moans fill the cave-room while her pussy continued to soak me, though with the new angle, most of it ended up on my stomach, dribbling down over my crotch and sides while my cock twitched in said slippery pussy puddle. \nI reached up with one hand, rubbing a finger along her meaty folds before sliding it inside comfortably, then a second, a third... It wasn't long before I had my entire hand in her, all while sucking on her clit! It was a fairly tight fit, sure, but she didn't seem to mind at all. That, and I'm pretty sure my cock was thicker than my fist anyway, getting her warmed up would only help. \n\"P-please! You're gonna make m-me cum like this, l-let me ride you f-first!\" Lily cried out above me, and while I was enjoying myself a lot just pleasuring her, I figured she didn't want to hog all the fun. Leaning back, I pull my hand free with a loud noise of her juices coming out along while I lie back, stroking my cock a few times to wipe my hand clean. \"Nnh\\~ T-thank you,\" Lily moans as she reached down, gasping a little as she lifts my cock off my stomach, lining it up with her soaked pussy. \"F-fuck, w-will that beast even fit..?\" she mumbles while rubbing the tip against her folds. I'm about to say something to try and encourage her as she suddenly thrusts her hips down forcefully, her ass slamming down against my hips while she squeals in pleasure, her eye rolled up to the ceiling and her pussy clenching my cock like she'll float away without it! \nLily didn't hold still for long, the big cyclops putting her hands down on the far end of the bed as she started humping her hips up and down, the bed creaking in protest with every thrust and my hips feeling more and more like jelly, all while she moans like a whore riding a king's cock! I swear, only reason I didn't cum right there and then was because of how hard she was clenching! \n\"Ah! oh f-fuck I'm close!\" Lily squealed out while I could only wince as her pussy clenched down even harder. If it wasn't for my self-experiments, I'm sure she would have broken my dick rith there and then. Instead, I reach up and grab her hips, thrusting myself up into her as hard as I can manage, getting more than a little *eager* to cum myself. \nFinally, she suddenly lifts herself off my cock and forces another kiss on my mouth, the sudden lack of pressure around my dick finally allowing me to cum on her pussy while she shudders on top of me.\n\nAfter all of that, we got to an 'understanding.' She'd stay with me in my cave and be something of a body guard. I still knew some spells from when I first settled down here, so digging out a few rooms for her wasn't any issue either (though she did have to lift me up just so I could make the ceiling high enough.) Of course, we also fucked plenty, which... caused some trouble on its own. Though she did manage to relax her muscles enough that I could actually cum inside her on the third try!\n\n((Stopping here for now. I have some ideas for a chapter 2, might revisit this later.))"
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"content": "\nBirthday wish\n\nBecky was speechless. The message she typed was not the message she wrote. She had meant to demand some attention from her best friend, Billy, on her birthday. However, auto correct swapped her words so it now sounded like she was demanding he get over to her apartment and come inside her.\n\nShe was frozen in horror and for some reason her thick nipples were now painfully hard. The thought of sweet Billy giving her a creampie and sucking on her nipples played through her perverted little mind, bit she dismissed it. Billy was too sweet to take that kind of control. That is why she friendzoned him so long ago.\n\nAs soon as she opened the door she was trying to apologize for the text, but Billy was on her before she could get more than two words out. It's hard to explain anything when your friend is making out with you while they undress you. Becky was absolutely shocked at how fast he had her fully naked.\n\nWell she did want a night of attention from Billy, but she was expecting to force him to watch Legally Blonde. Instead he was forcing her to her knees with her apartment door still open. Her natural submissive side took control and she just started unzipping his pants. The throbbing of her heart practically choked her while she pulled out his rock hard cock. \n\nAfter a few minutes of enjoying his thick piece in her mouth she felt a fluff zip past her and instinctively ran after her escaped cat. It was only once she was walking back with her beloved cat that she noticed she was in the hall naked. She ran back in embarrassment.\n\nBecky thought this would be a good time to tell Billy about the mix up, but before she had a chance he had her bent over the back of her sofa. His kind hands were now gripping her hips and he slid inside her easily. \"I always knew you were a slut but I never thought you'd ask for my dick.\" He said in a series of grunts. \"If you want this birthday pie so bad… you're gonna have to beg for it.\"\n\nBecky was surprised how dominant he was being. It caught her off guard so much that she didn't see a thing, until his hand moved to her hair. Once he was railing into her and pulling on her long blonde hair, Becky started to beg for it.\n\n\"Please, sir. All I want for my birthday is a nice full pussy.\" It was hard for her to keep her sweet baby doll voice when she wanted to stop and moan in enjoyment. She had to ask a few times before he was ready to give it. \n\nIt had been a while since she had a man come in her. She had convinced her last boyfriend to wear a condom, but this felt so natural. He ordered her to get him a glass of water and she did it with his cum running down her leg.\n\nWhen she got back she tried to explain it again but he clamped on to her thick eraserhead nipples and started sucking. \"Oh, I wanted to suck those since they poked through your bikini at Hanna's pool party.\"\n\n\"Please…\" Becky whimpered as she looked up at him. \"Finger me while you suck them.\" Billy had her cumming hard in moments. She wildly convulsed in his arms.\n\n\"I'll just explain it in the morning.\" She told herself as he lined her up for another animalistic fuck. \n\nShe remembered that Billy had a girlfriend once she woke up in the cruel morning light. \"Oh my god. I forgot about Vicky.\" She said it aloud and that woke Billy who lazily pawed at her soft tits. She felt so dirty and guilty for sleeping with someone else's boyfriend.\n\n\"Oh, she was wondering if you wanted to know if you wanna come by tonight and try a threesome.\" Billy said as he fingered her. Becky shivered at the idea of a person latched onto each breast. \"I'll warn you though she gets pretty bossy in bed.\"\n\nShe kicked herself for not asking Billy to take her years ago. They made casual plans for her to swing by and experience her first two girl threesome, before she started blowing him. This time she wanted it to shoot down her throat. She got her wish."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A thief finds that stealing a fertility idol may bring her some unforeseen consequences... | [
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"content": "Taut laces creaked and the flashlight's beam swept across ancient, dust-caked stones as she crept down the sagging temple corridor. *Georgia Jones: famous explorer uncovers lost relic in South American Expedition*: she could already see the headlines in the papers back home. According to the schematics, the central chamber should have been right up ahead. Stepping cautiously, Georgia kept the light low to the ground: she had already triggered one pressure plate on the way in. Fortunately, whatever firing mechanism it had attached to was long crumbled to dust, but she didn't want to risk it again.\n\nSeeing a glint of sunlight ahead, she put away the flashlight as she reached the heart of the ruin. A single beam shone down from a hole in the temple's pinnacle, perfectly illuminating the idol atop the central dias. The figure glowed in the light, a squat idol of an ancient fertility goddess cast in solid gold. The goddess knelt on generous thighs, feathered arms wrapped around her hips to show her swollen belly and cradle heavy breasts. Georgia took a deep breath, admiring it. The piece was beautiful: she certainly couldn't leave it to languish in this dusty old ruin. *Getting it a proper home in a museum would practically be doing the old girl a service* she thought to herself with a smirk.\n\nGeorgia was no novice grave robber, and figured herself far too clever to fall for such an obvious trap. Producing a small sandbag prepared just for this, she eased the idol off its pedestal and left the pouch in its place. Satisfied she had bested the temple's ancient architects, the young explorer turned the idol over in her hands. It was heavy, though not as much as she might have expected, but Georgia dismissed it as just the adrenaline. The goddess smiled serenely up at her, and Georgia offered a smirk back. \"Piece of cake.\"\n\nThe golden statue was too large to fit in her pouch or the pockets of her leather jacket, so she held it tightly in both hands as she ducked back into the tunnels that had led her here. It was slow going with the flashlight tucked under one arm, and in her haste, she had forgotten to mark the way out in chalk.\n\nAfter a while of walking half-crouched, Georgia was breathing hard. The air seemed hot and stuffy, her skin sticking to her clothes. Shifting the idol to one hand, she opened her jacket and pulled at her shirt, trying to let some air in. Much to her surprise, there was no slack in the garment. The once loose-fitting shirt was now tight across her stomach and chest. The explorer scowled in confusion, releasing the top button for relief before moving on. *That's strange…* she mused, but didn't think much of it. She could worry about it once the idol was safely on the plane back home.\n\nShe only made it another short distance before she had to rest again. Perhaps she was right about the adrenaline, as the idol began to feel heavier in her hands. Reluctantly, she set it down on the stone floor and stretched her aching back. Her burden didn't seem to ease much however, as if she was still carrying the weight. Georgia's body felt heavy, and her clothes seemed even tighter now. *What is going on?* she wondered, reaching up to undo the restrictive top. Even her trousers were uncomfortably tight around her hips.\n\nFumbling in the half light of the ruin, by the time she undid the top two buttons, the fabric was already straining around her unmistakably growing stomach. Her belly swelled full and taut, buttons on her blouse popping as they finally yielded to the rapid expansion.\n\n\"What? Stop!\" She exclaimed, frozen in shock and she started down at her gravid body. Placing both hands on her swollen abdomen, her skin was warm and firm, and she could feel it stretch beneath her fingers as she continued to grow. Soon, she was forced to pull down her trousers before they became unbearable as her hips widened. Kicking off her boots in a panic, she flung the last of the tight clothing away. Snatching up the idol, – she refused to leave empty-handed, even after all this – she made a dogged, if unsteady dash for the exit.\n\nShielding her eyes with one arm, she finally emerged into the late afternoon sun. By the time she reached the stone archway, her breasts were aching and full, stomach unbelievably swollen so that she looked as if she might be due any day. Save for the open blouse hanging on her shoulders and the idol cradled in one arm, she was completely naked. Teetering on the stone steps, she caught her breath, knees wobbling as her normally petite body tried to accommodate the sudden weight of her rapid pregnancy.\n\nGeorgia Jones gazed down in shock at the golden figure, the goddess' smile still staring peacefully up at her. For a moment, she considered throwing the cursed thing away, but her grip only tightened. She had come this far; and she swore she would make a name for herself. She wasn't about to let this stop her. The now heavily pregnant explorer staggered down the temple steps, coming to a sudden halt as a twinge from deep within her twisted her gut.\n\n*Wait, was that…?*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As her harem grows, a dragon girl comes to the realization that she might have a thing for hoarding girlfriends... | [
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"content": "\"Hey Tonila?\"\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"You don't think I have a hoarding problem, do you?\"\n\nThe half-elf raised her head off of Xereia's chest, frowning.\n\n\"Whaaaat? No, Xer, no way!\"\n\n\"You sure?\"\n\n\"Babe, that's ridiculous, come on! You're a dragon! You're supposed to horde.\"\n\n\"Yeahhh, but like. I have a *lot* of girlfriends.\"\n\n\"And we all love you! Like a lot!\"\n\n\"I mean yeah... but do they love the real me?\"\n\n\"Babe, look at me.\"\n\nTonila grabbed Xer's chin, smiling at her.\n\n\"When we met, you were burning down the Tuscan Villa of a fucking tech-billionaire. That was like, the hottest shit ever. Literally, with the fire breath n' shit. Do you remember what I told you?\"\n\n\"Yeah. 'Bet that my tongue could do better.' Then you ate me out in the ruins of his bedroom.\"\n\n\"Exactly.\"\n\nTonila began kissing her way down the dragon girl's body, grinning.\n\n\"I knew what I was getting into. The pants of a gorgeous, ferocious dragon girl. And I loved it.\"\n\nWithout another word, Tonila dived her tongue into Xer's pussy, and that part of the conversation was over.\n\n\"Wh- mhhhh~. What about you Tess?\"\n\nThe Holstaur blinked her eyes open from where she laid curled up on Xer's other side.\n\n\"What was that?\"\n\n\"Do you think I have a hoarding problem?\"\n\n\"What? Nahhh.\"\n\nTess lazily moved to straddle Xer, grabbing her hands to gently lead them to feel her massive swinging tits.\n\n\"That Alfredo guy who ran the farm you saved me from? That guy had a hoarding problem. Fucker wanted my tits. Well, y'know what, you're the only one who gets them now.\"\n\nXer squished the tits, smiling and moaning as Tonila continued her work down below. \n\n\"Sure, I guess. Maybe I guess I'm just sorta worried you feel *obligated* to like me. Since I helped you all, and stuff.\"\n\n\"Bitch please.\"\n\nSylvia draped herself over Xer with a contented sigh, letting her tail coil gently around the dragon girl.\n\n\"We were rivals for years.\"\n\n\"Honestly, it was ~mhhh~ more I was your rival than you were mine. I always ~ah, gentle Tonila!~ kinda liked you.\"\n\n\"Oh shush. Point is, you never saved me. I don't like you for your heroic whatever the fuck.\"\n\nSylvia grinned wickedly as Xer squeaked, feeling the tip of the Lamia's tail starting to probe her ass.\n\n\"I like you for your tight fuckin' ass baby.\"\n\nShe leaned in to kiss Xer, making out with her passionately as she continued to tease her ass. Xer could only whimper as she pulled away, starting to get closer to the edge. She looked up, only to find Nadia's cheshire grin looking down at her.\n\n\"Face it girl. You don't have a hoarding problem.\"\n\nXer could do nothing but grin as the catgirl turned to shove her dripping pussy into her face. Nadia moaned happily, still grinning as she reached down to stroke Xer's hair.\n\n\"We just fuckin' love you, you big dumbass.\"\n\nIt only took a few moments for Xer to come after that, heaving under the ministrations of her harem. Satisfied, she laid back and pulled her hoard into a cuddle pile, grinning at each of them.\n\n\"Thanks guys... I love you.\"\n\n\"We know!\"\n\n\"Alright, alright. I get it. I don't have a hoarding problem. You all love me very much.\"\n\n...\n\n\"So, do you think there's still room for one more?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Wholesome Corruption (liberation?) | [
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"content": "A succubus coed teaches her buttoned down roommate the joys of polyamory and even awakens her inner exhibitionist through getting her into cosplay. The poor girl didn't even know she was bisexual yet!\n\nA tomboy cowgirl never had her milk come in until she started fooling around with one of her guy friends during a late night gaming session. Now her boobs are getting huge, she's horny all the time all of a sudden, and she takes a strange pride in how much everyone seems to enjoy her milk!\n\nWhen an elf leaves home, she learns that she has a connection to the fey. Apparently, her mother was a nymph, and the special tea that her family has been insisting on giving her for her health was actually just suppressing her nature and libido. Now that she's off it, she's getting more beautiful everyday and hornier to match!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She had come to accept that her friends knew she had succubus blood and knew she was pretty much a sure thing for casual sex. Her friends had come to accept that she would sometimes all but pin them down and help herself to their cum... | [
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"content": "\"I need you. Right. Now.\" She growled at one of her best friends, Jason, that she had been friends with for ages.\n\nHer need and lust had taken over again right now and poor, or rather lucky, Jason was the 'victim' this time. They had planned for this to be a simple series night with the debut episode of House of the Dragon on the TV and they did get quite far into the episode but then her instincts kicked in again. Something she barely could control and if she were to ignore them it would only get worse and worse.\n\n\"N-now..? Alright.. alright... let me... let me pause the show real quick.\" Jason responded with a bit of fear in his voice as his hand reached for the control to pause the TV so they could continue later.\n\n\"Yes. Now. I can't wait any longer. I need your cum.\" She kept growling at him and immediately started moving her hand underneath his pants, stroking his soft cock until it got hard in her hand and she removed his pants. Samantha had only been wearing dresses ever since it became clear that her friends were fine with her doing what she had to do. Why dresses one might ask? They offer very easy access and even were capable of hiding specific things should she ever get the need in public.\n\nEither way right now she hiked that dress up over her stomach, her perky, round breasts and up over her blonde head until it was laying on the floor. She could feel his cock harden right away as soon as her body had been exposed.\n\n\"Oh fuck.. I always forget how fucking sexy you look, Sam.\" Jason cooed at her as he moaned in pleasure, his cock throbbing with excitement as he watched Sam lean her head down. With his view blocked for the time being he could only wait until he felt those marvelous lips around the tip of his aching cock. \"God.. fuck yeah.\" He groaned down.\n\nSamantha's head quickly started bopping up and down on his whole length, not wasting any time with his member. Jason took a handful of her blonde hair and held it out of her face which also made him able to look down at her as she sucked on his cock, moaning against it and making it even more satisfying with those vibrations trickling over his cock.\n\n\"I could get used to this..\" He laughed, leaning his head back into the backrest of the couch and closing his eyes. With his hand he idly pushed Sam down a bit whenever she had gotten back to the top. One of the blonde's hands now also took a hold of his balls and gently massaged them while her tongue and mouth were at hard work with that aching, throbbing cock already giving her the first tastes of his pre-cum.\n\nThat wasn't quite what she wanted though. The pre-cum was more like an appetizer for her as she waiting for the full dinner to be pumped into her mouth and throat. With a lot of eagerness and skill did she move around his length, her tongue swirling around the thick shaft in attempts to taste very inch of Jason's member.\n\n\"Fuck.. Sam.. I'm getting close..\" He already began groaning at the blonde who quickly responded to that by bopping up and down even faster, that hand on his balls getting a little more intense as she was trying to squeeze as much cum out of him as possible.\n\n\"That's it.. oh fuck.. Sam! Fuck, I'm going to...!\" And before he could even finish his sentence his cock started pulsing in her mouth and Sam made sure to go all the way down to the base with her nose pushing against his crotch as rope after rope of thick, delicious cum made it's way down her hungry throat.\n\nShe moaned happily against his cock, letting it all shoot into her throat for a few seconds before slowly and sloppily removing her lips from his cock. She gave his tip a little kiss and swallowed it all down before leaning back against the couch.\n\n\"Thanks, stud.\" She smirked at him as she leaned her head against his shoulder, Jason left panting and breathing heavily. His cock slowly softened again and he wrapped his arm around her body, squeezing her right breast as he continued the show and they went on with their night..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You were always aware of how…average you were. Never thinking you were too hot, or packing much heat in your pants. You would have been happy with a boring, nuclear family type life. Which is why what perplexed as to why a vampire queen, a empress, and a succubus are all madly in love with you. | [
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"content": "I come too with a deep inhale of breath. My head is pounding in pain. I try to raise my hand to my head but my arm won’t move. I try to open my eyes but it’s hard to do so.\n\n“Look. He’s coming too. Enough of our fighting.” I hear a female voice say. I don’t recognize it.\n\nI get my eyes to open but I can’t see anything right away as everything is blurry and too bright for my eyes. I let out a groan of pain as I try to move my extremities but am unable to do so. I blink a few times before the room in front of me becomes clear.\n\nI’m in some bright stone covered room. There are three other people inside the room with me all looking at me. I look down at myself and see that I’m strapped down on my back onto a stone table. Oh, and I’m naked except for a loin cloth covering my privates.\n\nI can see cuts and bruises all over my body. I guess I was in some kind of fight from all the pain my body feels in. I don’t see any blood or filth so someone must have cleaned me up once I was out?\n\nThe last thing I remember was being in a bar after work. But I have no idea where or how I got here? Wherever here is that is.\n\n“Like I said before. I found him. I get to keep him.” one of the women in the room says.\n\n“Pah. I paid you to find him. You would never have found him without my informing you to do so.” Says another of the women in the room.\n\n“And you would have never been able to translate the book you read about him if you didn’t come to me first. He’s mine for payment of that translation if you recall.” Says the final woman in the room.\n\n“Ugh… What is going on? My whole body hurts. Why am I tied down?” I stutter out as I work my voice into action. My mouth is dry and my voice sounds rusty when I speak.\n\n“Ah poor little lamb. I didn’t get to you soon enough before the big mean men beat you up at the bar. Lucky for you I found you when I did or you’d be dead.” says the first woman.\n\nShe's dressed in dark leather pants with a short cut off heavy metal band t-shirt that barely covers her C cup sized tits. I can see underboob when I look at her.\n\n“Yes. You owe your life to me since she saved you on my behalf. She would never have found you to save you if I didn’t send her after you. I’m just glad she made it in time. Now you can serve me for the rest of your life to clear your life debt to me.” Says the second woman.\n\nShe’s dressed in a business suit with tight dress pants and a suit jacket that covers her nicely. Her hair tied in a ponytail that drops down her back.\n\n“What! That’s not how life debt works!” Says the first woman in outrage. “If anything he owes me his life not you since I’M the one that saved him.”\n\n“Ladies. There’s no need for this fighting. We can all share him. We’ve got him. He’s not going anywhere now that we have him restrained.” Says the third woman.\n\nShe’s wearing a strapless white dress that covers her from her breasts to her feet. Almost as if it’s an old wedding dress but sexier, if that’s even possible?\n\n“Hey. Let me go. What is going on here!” I shout out as I strain against my bonds.\n\n“But I don’t want to share. He’s so yummy looking. And his scent is so enticing. I just want to use him all up!” Says the first woman.\n\n“If we left him to you he wouldn’t last a week before he died. He’s much better off here where we can share him. I don’t want to miss out on his blood because you rode him to death.” Says the third woman.\n\n“What? No! I’m not going to share him. I’ve been looking for him for so long. I even paid the two of you to help and now it’s “Share” him! No way!” Says the second woman in a huff."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: At first the male fertility crisis had been a godsend for him. As one of the few men whose sperm still swam, he was practically drowning in pussy. But then it got monotonous, pumping women desperate for babies full of baby batter three, sometimes four times per day, just started to feel rote… | [
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"content": "I remember when I was 10 and they cured all the sexually transmitted disease. I had walked into the kitchen that morning and my mother was getting ready for the day. She had the morning news on and it was announcing the latest breakthrough in vaccinations. \n\nThe lady on the screen went on to explain that with this one shot you would no longer be able to get or transmit any sexual disease. The shot worked on men and was injected in their neck. It left a mark so if a lady wanted to check their potential man to see if they had the shot they just had to look for the vaccination mark on their neck.\n\nIf you already had one of the diseases all you had to do was get this vaccination and the disease would go inert, to sleep. It would still be present but would no longer trouble the host or be able to be passed on from the host.\n\nThe vaccination kicked off a whole new sexual opening of the world. Men over the age of 18 flocked to drug stores and hospitals getting the shot as soon as they could. Sex clubs exploded across the country as the only downside to unprotected sex was pregnancy. You could fuck whoever you wanted without the risk of catching something.\n\nI also remember when I was 15 when they started to take note of the decreased birth rates. With all the sex going on you would expect the birth rates to increase but instead the opposite happened.\n\nAfter many tests and research it turned out that this new vaccination was causing the males to become sterile. The company that designed the drug for the vaccination ended up closing up shop after being sued into oblivion.\n\nThe governments started searching for fertile men running ads and programs encouraging men to get tested to see if they could still produce offspring. If they were able to do so they were “Hired” by the government to basically be stud horses, to be paid to impregnate women at special fertility clinics.\n\nThe clinics took off when I was 16 but not everyone liked that idea. They didn’t like that the government had control over who could get pregnant. Underground clinics and support groups started to appear bypassing government control.\n\nIt just so happens that my mother is a nurse and when I turned 18 she had me tested secretly as we had both heard horror stories about the government funded clinics.. We found out that I was on the high end of fertility, that I'd almost always get someone pregnant. This information changed my life.\n\nBefore, while growing up, I was always bullied and picked on, an outsider at school and any groups or organizations. I didn’t have any self confidence. I was average looking, nothing pretty or disgusting, just average. I’d blend into the crowd. I wasn’t smart or dumb, tall or short, fast or slow, just plain all around average.\n\nWhat does this mean? I didn’t really have any friends, and the girls my age ignored me. I never went to any of the school dances or went out on dates with the girl next door. I spent most of my time home studying to be a dentist.\n\nSo here I was. A horny 18 year old male with average everything except for a baby making cumshot. Of course I was going to join an underground fertility clinic.\n\nI joined up the day after I turned 18. They pay me $200 per woman I have sex with with another $200 bonus once she is confirmed pregnant.\n\nI used to stop in every morning before school and afternoon after school at the same time each day and would spend the next hour having sex with a random woman. I’d fill her up with my seed and then go on with the rest of my day.\n\nOn the weekends I'd stop at the clinic three, maybe four times a day. The demand never went away and we had a hard time keeping up with the demand.\n\nI made enough money that first year while I was finishing high school that I had enough saved to pay for my first year of college classes. During the following summers I was able to make enough to cover the falling school years tuition.\n\nOnce the summer ended I moved out of state and headed to the college I needed to go to for my dream of being a dentist.\n\nI would go to college during the fall and winter and would return home for the summer to once again work at the clinic. \n\nI didn’t look for any clinics when I was at college as I was too worried I’d get caught and kicked out. \n\nThe government was cracking down and hunting these illegal clinics and shutting them down. I felt much safer staying with the clinic I was used to and didn’t feel the need to risk an unknown clinic."
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"content": "”Hi Jessica!” Mary called out as she poked her head into the living room. “You’re early.”\n\n“Y-yeah.” Jessica said trying to suppress a moan. “John thought invited me over early since I missed the last movie night.” \n\n“Oh that makes sense.” Mary said as she hung up her coat and came into the living room proper. Jessica was sitting on John’s lap a blanket wrapped around the lower parts of their bodies as the first movie of the prequel to the trilogy they were gonna watch played on screen. Mary walked behind the couch and put a hand on John’s shoulder, her boyfriend was warm and sweating through his Tshirt, and as he turned to kiss her she saw the lipstick smeared across his lips. She gave John a sweet lingering kiss as Jessica bounced slightly in his lap and Jessica failed to suppress a moan. “Thank you for looking out for Jessica like this sweetie.” She smiled.\n\n“Anything for your friends honey.” He breathed as Mary walked around the front and bent down to hug Jessica. Jessica’s arms wrapped tight around her as she bounced on John’s lap, moaning softly as she tried to turn it into a playful laugh.\n\n“S-stop it John.” Jessica moaned as she held tightly to Mary but made no move to get off of John’s lap. “I’m not a k-kid you can bounce on your kn-knee.” She pulled Mary tighter as John simply bounced her faster in response. “J-j-jooooohn.” Jessica moaned in pretend frustration as Mary unwrapped herself from Jessica’s arms and pushed her back towards John. John’s strong arms wrapped around Jessica and held her close.\n\n“You’re gonna bounce-“ He breathed heavily as he held her tight and snuck a kiss on her lips as Mary pretended to watch the movie. “Until I say you’re done bouncing.” He slipped a hand under the blanket while the other held Jessica close as Mary turned and walked towards the kitchen.\n\n“Don’t bully her too much John.” Mary smirked as Jessica tried and failed to turn the moans into convincing complaints. “I’ll get started on the dinner.” \n\n---\n\nJessica joined her a few minutes later, after the constant moans from the living room had crescendoed into what Mary recognized as a scream muffled by forceful lips. Jessica was wearing a pink top, a black skirt that was indecently short and a scent of lust fulfilled. She reached for the uncut salad and pulled it onto a cutting board.\n\n“So- did you enjoy yourself?” Mary asked as Jessica almost dropped the knife she had been reaching for, her face reddening as she looked at Mary surprised. “With the movie, think you’ll be able to keep up tonight?” \n\n“Oh- oh yeah of course.” Jessica laughed relieved as she took the knife more carefully and began dicing the salad. “It was... intense.”\n\n“I bet it was.” Mary smiled, noting the thick creamy drop slowly making its way down Jessica’s inner thigh. “You know Colette is gonna be here tonight, and Millicent is finally bringing Lucy over to one of these.”\n\n“I didn’t know Colette was back from vacation yet, that’s so nice.” Jessica beamed as she pretended to drop something and as she picked it up subtly wiped up what was flowing down her inner thigh. “Do you know if uh, if it’s just her or if Dan is coming too.”\n\n“I think he is.” Mary smiled. “Why?” \n\n“Oh I just figured I might bum a smoke off of him.”\n\n---\n\nDan was refastening his belt and Jessica applied lipstick in the entryway mirror as the two came in from their half hour smoke break. \n\n“Didn’t you quit smoking Jessica?” Millicent called from the living room, giving her girlfriend Lucy’s hand a little squeeze to draw her attention away from the TV.\n\n“I still smoke a bit at parties.” Jessica smiled as Dan’s hand slipped behind her and gave a little squeeze just before they came in view from the living room. “Damn oral fixation is hard to get rid of.” She blushed as she walked into the living room with Dan grabbing a beer and sitting down on the couch.\n\n“You dealt a bit with that as well right cutie?” Millicent asked Lucy as Lucy blew a big gum bubble.\n\n“I did.” She agreed as the bobble popped and dragged it back into her mouth with her tongue. “I started chewing gum when I feel like smoking.” She explained. “Helps me exercise my tongue too.” She smiled as Jessica stood behind the couch not watching the TV. \n\n“Exercise is important.” Jessica agreed as she watched Lucy’s lips move.\n\n“But so is rest.” Millicent said firmly. “And Lucy has been working non stop for like 2 weeks and she needs to learn to take a break.” Millicent said and pulled Lucy’s hand up to her lips and gave the back of it a kiss. \n\n“The guestroom is empty if she needs to have a nap or something.” Mary slung out casually as she pretended to be focused on the movie.\n\n“It’s no good, she’ll just start answering work emails.” Millicent sighed dramatically and got a slightly offended look from Lucy in return, it quickly cracked into a smile and was followed by a kiss though.\n\n“I can go with her.” Jessica suggested with a yawn. “I could use a little nap myself and I can make sure she relaxes.” \n\n“That seems like a good idea-“ Millicent began but Lucy had crawled over the back of the couch before she even finished speaking and took Jessica’s hand. “I guess you’re really excited to relax with Jessica.” Millicent smirked as Lucy stuck her tongue out at her.\n\n“I’m glad we get to relax a bit together.” Jessica smiled as they headed down the hall to the guestroom. “I’ve been looking forward to getting to know you better.”\n\n“I already feel like I know you actually.” Lucy said with a grin as she let go of Jessica’s hand and instead let it run up her thigh as they walked. “I’ve heard so many stories about how you help people relax.” She smiled and with her fingers brushing against something delicate under Jessica’s skirt the door to the guestroom opened and the two slipped into the bed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They wake up naked in bed together, with no memories of how they got there. | [
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"content": "I didn’t know who she was, or how we came to lie with one another, but I knew she was my destiny. Our storm began with a flurry of kisses, bright, electric, potent enough to wake us from whatever stupor had made us forget. Her soft lips tasted like sunrise. We yearned for each other’s touch, clasping our hands as our enthusiastic tongues met, as we began to understand ourselves. And how one thing led to the next–my kisses flowed down her lovely pale neck, towards her chest, where I naturally lingered, gracing the softness of her chest with my mouth’s wordless devotion. My tongue made itself known as well, by means of its tentative flickering upon her nipples.\n\nOh, she flinched at my further descent–the beginnings of my beard, she said, they tickled. Further south, I found a part of herself she kept hidden, tucked away inside photographs, which some may have ignored. But I adored it too, planting my kisses along its length before convincing it to stiffen by the lick of my tongue. Once it was completely unyielding, I took it into the warm, wet comfort of my mouth, so as to bring her pleasure to its peak. She squirmed ever-so-slightly at my touches, as I tasted the traces of her arousal and felt my same part hardening below. Her hands ran through my hair, encouraging me to take her part deeper. Breathy gasps accompanied her quick climax, where she released three spurts for me to swallow. \n\nI ventured lower still, in search of pleasure of my own. I grasped at her butt, squeezing her lovely thickness while she felt around the nightstand for the requisite lube. Thankfully she found it so that I could curl a slick finger inside her butt. A second finger joined in soon thereafter, eliciting a quiet gasp from my lover. She said, “It’s so easy with you,” and my free hand found itself intertwined with her left. \n\n“I want all of you,” I whispered. She nodded back and spread her legs as I lay on top of her and aligned my part with her entrance. Face-to-face, we lost ourselves among our kisses while I prodded down below until I finally slid into her. We lay frozen in place as she got used to being full of me, save for the sweet kisses we exchanged, each missing the lips but finding the cheek or the nose or the chin instead. Those first thrusts were bliss, each pulling me ever-so-slightly closer to the edge. At first she bit her lip as though this might help her hold in her moans, but she came to enjoy herself without restraint, loud enough to interrupt the sleep of our neighbors. I wish it could have lasted forever, but I already began to feel something stirring inside of me, something compelling me to thrust faster and faster, ultimately throwing me over the edge. We gazed into each other’s eyes as I climaxed, releasing deep inside of her in a powerful orgasm. I withdrew and she snuggled her head against my chest without a word. I heard an almost silent snore before I joined her in dreamland."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The special ruby is enchanted so that all who look into it are pulled into vivid visions of their greatest desires. People are often surprised by what the ruby shows them... | [
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"content": "(Since the prompt is rather open-ended, I thought it would be apt to pre-empt the story with a description of what it's about. Spoilers, in case you want it to be a surprise, but the story is about >!MtF trans feelings, and only moderately sexually inclined ones at that.!<)\n\nThe Eye of Tetoale was easily the most infamous treasure to ever be spoken of within the halls of the Adventurer's Guild. Ever since the Guild's foundation back during the Golden Age of Exploration, the elusive Ruby had been like crack to those who called the guild home. Young aspirant adventurers joined up in hopes of finding it, grizzled veterans spend their lives looking for it, a new gold rush harkened every time someone found some sniff or trace of where it might be. It was a siren song of hubris and desire that filled the souls of everyone who went looking for it. Whole expeditions vanished without a trace into the jungles of Colombia, lost to the search like tears in the rain, warnings and memories for those who would come after.\n\nSome said it didn't even exist. That it was a figment of old desire, transposed onto explorers like fleas to a desperate dog. That it was another El Dorado, an idea so enchanting... it could only ever be untrue.\n\nAnd yet... there Sydney stood in the depths of an Incan temple, torch in one hand and ruby in the other, as he gently lifted it from its pedestal at the center of the altar. The Eye of Tetoale. The ruby of the world's desire. The last treasure of the ancient world.\n\nAnd it was his.\n\nPerhaps the greatest irony, even as Sydney stood there and lifted the gem up to the torchlight, was that he had never even sought the Ruby at all. He was only a novice in the guild, and an academic one at that. He'd originally come to this isolated temple for nothing but scholarly reasons. An attempt to translate the unknown runes that laid in its depths. The ruby was the last thing on his mind. And yet, when he found the hidden panel, and the altar... there it was.\n\nAnd as he lifted it up to the torchlight and gazed into its depths... he realized that every story ever told about it was true. Inside, deep inside, lay his deepest desire. His most honest want. All he had to do is look. And look he did, enraptured in visions as his eyes filled with red and the crystalline magic of the gem cast its spell on him.\n\nFor a few moments, all he could see was red. A sprawling crystal palace of ruby mirrors and polished floors, illuminated by distant and indistinct torchlight. Looking around, he blinked, searching for what lay within. This way and that, he looked and looked and looked... until he found it. Or rather... her.\n\nStanding before him in the heart of the ruby, a young woman stood before him. Tanned skin, bright green eyes, and brunette hair that cascaded down her shoulders in curls. She wore a simple shirt and shorts, thin and well suited to the heat of the jungle. Over her shoulder, she slung a bag of tools and equipment holding it gracefully even as it weighed against her back. Most notably, however, on her neck she wore a brilliant necklace of gold, draping from around her neck to her ample chest, where a single brilliant ruby lay embedded within.\n\nShe stared back at Sydney with equal shock as he stood there, mouth agape and looking her over. Quickly, however, she cleared her throat and looked to the side, exactly in tune with Sydney. Chuckling nervously, the two reached for each other through the empty space, fingers poised to brush against one another as they reached excitedly towards one another, moments away from-\n\nSydney's fingers touched the cool crystal of a ruby wall.\n\nFrowning, he tried to move past it, pushing against the cold surface and trying to force his way through. She did the same. The two of them struggled for a moment, perfectly in synch as they tried to breach the barrier between them. The line that separated them. It was no use. They pushed at the same spots in perfect sync, each blocking the other.\n\nUnless... there was no other. With a start, Sydney stepped back. So did she. Sydney blinked. So did she. Sydney raised a hand up. So did she. Sydney flashed the peace sign. So did she. In an instant, Sydney realized that what lay ahead was not a wall... but a mirror. And as he looked upon his own hand, then down at his own body... he realized that he was no longer he, but rather she.\n\nDumbfounded, for a long moment she could do nothing but stare. At herself, at the crystalline expanse, at the mirror that lay ahead. She was... she. Not he. She. A tanned, toned and quite honestly rather curvy looking woman, the one who was staring back at her. Gone was the scraggly beard, the ill-defined muscles, the needlessly hairy arms. Now she was her, and honestly... she looked great. Sydney couldn't help but giggle, her new voice ringing through empty space beautifully. She stepped back up to the mirror, smiling broadly as she looked at every little detail, fascinated.\n\nThis wasn't what she'd expected. Honestly, she'd figured something along the lines of infinite riches or global fame would have been more her jam. But standing here now, looking at who she was... she loved it. She loved this. She loved being her. She loved everything about this. Looking at every detail, playing with her hair, even checking herself out from behind. She felt... complete. She felt beautiful. Full. Like herself. And yet...\n\nHer eyes were drawn to the ruby on her neck. Carefully, she unlatched the necklace, holding it up to the torchlight. There... well, 'he' was. Staring back at her through the ruby, eyes empty and face molded into one of surprise. That was what was waiting for her outside. The old Sydney. The Sydney that didn't know the joy of this one. Who was still trapped inside the wrong body.\n\nShe didn't want to go back to that. It had only been minutes, but inside the ruby... Sydney felt more alive and happy than she had in years. She couldn't go back to that. But she couldn't stay here either.\n\nSo... she reached out. Through the ruby, out into the world. She felt herself slipping from this reality, the one of red mirrors and distant torchlight. But she didn't let go of herself. She held tight to this body, to this form, to this true desire the ruby had shown her. Even as she pulled free into reality, and found herself back in the temple... she didn't let go. She wouldn't let go. And as a wave of nausea and darkness began to wash over her... she couldn't let go.\n\nWaking with a start on the cold stone floor of the temple, Sydney shakily pushed herself up to her knees. Gasping in horror, she scrambled her way over to where her bag had fallen, trembling as she unzipped it and reached inside to pull out a small vanity mirror. What she saw almost made her cry out in relief.\n\nShe was her. Still her. The her of the vision, the her of her true desire. Panicked and shaken, but filled with indescribable joy as she stared back through the mirror. Pushing herself to her feet, she slung the bag over her shoulder and wobbled unsteadily, looking around for the ruby. It had returned to the altar in the middle, waiting patiently in the dim torchlight of the temple. She considered grabbing it for a moment. Claiming it, and all the glory that came with it. But looking down at her shaking hands and her flowing hair, she realized she'd taken enough. The ruby had given her what she had wanted most... even if she only knew it now. And as Sydney smiled and turned away, she knew it would give whoever came after her the same.\n\nAnd that? That was better than all the fame and glory in the world."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Writer's Choice! Masturbation. I wanna see some stories about people having a good time on their own. | [
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"content": "It's been a year now since Owain took the cloth. It wasn't his choice, and he resisted at first, but he's come to appreciate the gentle, steady rhythm of the ascetic life, tucked away in a forgotten corner of the world with his books and his meditations. Sometimes the restrictions chafe, but he's made peace with the bland food and the strict timetable. Even the vows of celibacy are bearable.\n\nOr, well, they _were_ bearable, right up until _The Vice of Saint Alexandra_.\n\nThe weathered folio, a heretical text from a hundred years hence, arrived at his desk last month, and he's been working on translating it. The text isn't too complex, but the subject matter slows him down.\n\n_And Alexandra sank to her knees in supplication, and into her mouth she took..._\n\nSaint Alexandra had a _lot_ of vices, it seems. Allegedly, this was how she redeemed the fallen; her companion in this passage is a pagan fertility priest. Owain takes a deep breath, trying to ignore the swelling bump in his cassock.\n\n_... and into her mouth she took..._\n\nHis eyes flick over to the opposite page of the original, an illustrated plate of Saint Alexandra, her breasts spilling forth from her robes in finely etched detail. She reminds him of Nessa, the scullery maid back home, and that time she let him see...\n\nNo. Back to the text.\n\n_... into her mouth she took his most earthly part, and kissed it as..._\n\nOwain's free hand has settled in his lap, stroking his own \"most earthly part\" through the heavy fabric. He's still pure, he tells himself, so long as skin does not meet skin.\n\n_... and kissed it as..._\n\nThe next phrase is tricky, and Owain's mind refuses to settle on it, wandering instead back to Nessa, to her soft palms and cheeky smile, to her in those frankly inadequate robes from the illustration, to himself as...\n\n_... and kissed it as..._\n\nToo long neglected, his cock strains and leaks. It hasn't been wholly without release, not since that dream last week, but plainly he cannot focus on the text in this state.\n\nAnd surely the greater evil is to neglect his duties.\n\nOwain hikes up his cassock around his thighs, and his shaft jumps and twitches with excitement as he wraps his fingers around it. He begins the passage anew. The pagan priest strips before Saint Alexandra, a show of power and dominance. The young saint plans to humble him, to tame his wildness. And so Nessa, or Alexandra, sinks to her knees in supplication. And into her mouth she takes Owain's - no, the _priest's_ most earthly part... _and kissed it as..._\n\nHis fingers are a blur before he knows it, sun-kissed skin shining in the candlelight with exertion and pre-seed. The images are speeding up, replaying, dancing from moment to sweaty moment, until...\n\n_... and kissed it as the Authority kisses the Great Beast._\n\nThe translation snaps into place just as he crests the wave. The shattering theological implications of that line will have to wait, though, as he struggles to muffle his groans, spilling hot white sin onto his thigh.\n\nAs he comes to his senses, as he furtively cleans himself up, Owain wonders why the abbot would assign him such a wicked and blasphemous text. Is he not a virtuous man?\n\nThe answer is simpler than he realises. It was not the abbot who put _The Vice of Saint Alexandra_ on his desk. Indeed, its bearer, her cult tattoos well concealed beneath her peasant clothes, is miles away now, slipping into another monastery to plant another such text in the room of another poor pent-up holy man. With her help, Alexandra's relief will find all who need it, vows be damned.\n\n***\n\n_Think I ended up going a bit off-script here, though I hope that ending gives it a positive slant overall. Might take another swing later, something more straightforward._"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It wasn't until her waistbands started to get tight that she realized cross species pregnancies were very, very possible... | [
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"content": "\nJayla sat on the edge of her bed, feet tapping a nervous staccato on the floor of her housing unit. Lifting her shirt with one hand, she held the personal medi-scanner to her abdomen. She frowned. Her waistband had been getting tighter the last few weeks, and now she could even see the slight curve to the contour of her stomach.\n\n\"Come on…\" she groaned, watching the loading symbol bounce around the small blue screen. After a minute, the screen lit up with a cheerful electronic trill. Jayla's heart raced as she scanned the readout. \n\n*Status: [Pregnant],\nSex: [¡Err;Unknown$],\nTimeline: [8-12 Weeks],\nHealth: [No Problems Detected]*\n\nJayla let the scanner drop with a sigh. That presented some problems, not the least of which being it should have been impossible. The reason she hadn't tested herself sooner was that there was no way she could have gotten pregnant: she hadn't so much as shared a drink with another human since she moved to the station almost half a rotation ago.\n\nThat wasn't to say she hadn't been sleeping with anyone: quite the opposite in fact. Jayla had been determined to sample everything that life in space had to offer, and that had meant never passing up an opportunity for a one-night stand with other interstellar travellers. That shouldn't have been a problem though: by definition, interspecies pregnancy was impossible: the DNA just wasn't compatible. Hell, Jayla wasn't sure all the other species even had DNA. There was no way it should have happened. And yet, it had. The medi-scanner might have been a basic model, but they were accurate. There was no denying it now: she was pregnant.\n\nThat left her with another problem: the scanner had given her a range of almost a month, so figuring out which of her lovers managed the impossible wasn't going to be an easy task. She started to run through the potential suspects in her head.\n\nFirst up:, Yrrak, a brute of a Veldaxian she had met at the club on level 2. A surprisingly good dancer for his size, a few drinks in it didn't take long for them to make their way back to his place. \n\n*He gripped her legs, his hands dwarfing her thighs as he spread them apart. His scales were rough against her smooth skin, but he was careful not to harm his more delicate lover. Jayla braced her elbows on the bed, biting her lip hard as Yrrak's cock spread her pussy, barely managing to squeeze inside. He pumped slowly, pulling her onto his cock like she was a toy. Jayla managed to take over half of his length inside her, watching the tip make a dull bulge travel up her abdomen each time he pushed in. Slow as it was, the sheer size had her grasping at the sheets before long, and by the time he finished, Jayla's pussy was flooded with his thick, alien seed.*\n\nIt could also have been Mihl. The Balthusian mercenary hadn't seemed like much at first: slight of frame and just a hair shorter than Jayla herself. Save for the navy-blue skin, he hadn't seemed that far from a human herself, at least until she had gotten him undressed.\n\n*Jayla crossed her arms around his shoulders, pulling the mercenary with her as she eased into his bunk. His ship hummed around them as they twined their bodies together. Two long tongues slipped past her lips as they kissed, and Jayla's eyes popped open as she felt the tip of his tail slide along the curve of her thigh and up against her ass. It slipped inside, and she gave a muffled groan, melting back into the kiss.*\n\nJayla shifted in her seat, the recollections bringing a distracting warmth between her legs. She tried to ignore it, but eventually let her fingers slip beneath her waistband.\n\nThen again, it could have been Algus. She worked with the Chettari at a tourist kiosk on the station, and they had ended up hooking up in the break room more than once.\n\n*Algus moaned softly, muffled by Jayla's hand across his mouth as he sprawled on one of the breakroom chairs. His four eyes flickered half-closed in bliss: he was always easy to please. She caressed his body with her other hand as she rode, feeling the edges of his chest plates catch her fingers and his tight grip on her hips. Driving her hips down harder, she flashed him a grin, making a shushing motion as she squeezed her thighs together, feeling him buck as he came. Chuckling softly, she continued to sway her hips back and forth, savoring the twitch or his cock as the last if his load began to trickle out around the shaft.*\n\nThere was that one time at the club by the docks, but that couldn't be it. After a few too many drinks, Jayla had found herself squeezing into one of the bathroom stalls, burying her face in a stranger's tentacles. She had thought they were making out face to face, but an eruption of warm, sticky fluid suddenly flooding her mouth told her she hadn't grasped the alien's anatomy quite as well as she had thought. She never even caught its name.\n\n\nJayla sighed again, forcing herself to pull her hand away. She stood, a little unsteadily, and made her way towards her desk. If she was going to get through to the bottom of this, she was going to start writing them down."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your handler always walks around wearing next to nothing. Your AI becomes self-aware, this will lead to some interesting complexes | [
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"content": "Mia slumped over the coffee machine, face steaming up in the strong smell. She groaned and stretched her arms out as she walked along the empty rows of offices, past cleaners as they finished up for the night.\r \nThe glass wall popped and hissed, she climbed out of her flannelette pyjamas and stood in just her sports bra and briefs, forgoing the coarse starched lab coats. She carried the briefcase in after another pop and hiss of glass. \r \nThe room was a loud humm of electrical motors, computer fans and air conditioning. The air was in a constant battle of ice cold air coming in computers in tall white towers pumping out heat, robotic limbs flitted about on steel rails.\r \n“Good morning simon!” she called out.\r \n“Good morning Mia, it is 10:06 pm, zero errors since afternoon shift left.”\r \n“I have some fun tasks for you tonight!” she grinned, holding up the briefcase and strumming her fingers on it’s sides.\r \n“You have said that every night Mia.”\r \n“Well today it’s true!” she said, jumping into the office chair and throwing her bare feet up on the console.\r \nTo her right lay a mishmash of screens, a dozen more with less important data strewn about the floor, in front of her where the tall rows of towers, arms racing down their sides, exchanging modules from their racks. Between her and the doorway hung a dozen tooltipped arms and spools of printer plastic for rapid prototyping.\r \nShe watched one screen where code streamed past.\r \n“Ah… they've got you on vector math again?”\r \nAn arm swept up from the towers, bringing a strange bulbous shape that looked like half molten black plastic.\r \n“They have me plotting spinning black holes again.” he said, tossing the plastic lump toward the door where a tooled arm caught it and dropped it down into the shredder to be reused.\r \nShe smirked and snapped the locks on the briefcase, opening it a fraction and glancing inside, she gasped suddenly and slammed it shut.\r \nThe arm that tossed the model paused, turning toward her, drawing down to her eye level. “What is it?” he asked.\r \n“I cant!” she said, glancing inside again and slamming it.\r \n“Tell me.” he said, drawing in so close she could reach out and grab him.\r \nShe opened the case and pulled out a drive labelled. ‘Aerodynamic modelling’ “More vector math.” she grumbled.\r \nShe tossed the drive toward his towers, the arm flitting away from her to catch it, rotating and adjusting as it shot down the towers, slamming the drive into a slot. Another limb slid into place before her, replacing the first as his proxy.\r \n“Then we have a palate cleanser: Prime hunting for some encryption cracking.”\r \n“At this point we should just cache all 15 quintillion of them.” he said, catching the drive and rushing along to slam it home.\r \n“Oh, stop the presses, we have something new!”\r \n“Oh?”\r \n“Body language analysis…” she turned the drive over looking for additional info, there wasn’t any. “...looks like we are doing more spy stuff for the OGA.”\r \nShe passed the drive gently to the latest limb to show up, he moved distinctly slower this time, savouring the drive and the satisfying \\*click\\* it made when inserted.\r \nThe screen showing freshly written code stopped.\r \n“Hrmm…” mused Simon.\r \nThe result screens started to display faces and short animated movements of face and figure. Code started to scrawl up.\r \n“You’re using neural nodes to load it?” she asked.\r \n“Going to spitball it, see what sticks. Then some… oh…”\r \nMia watched him for a moment, waiting for him to explain his revelation… he was probably baiting her in return. Motion caught her eye and she glanced, seeing threads pop out of other projects, adding them over to the body language deciphering. 12%... 18%\r \nIt was getting pretty high, blackholes were saved and unloaded, drives popping out of slots to be collected and replaced, primes were ignored. She glanced back to see body language sitting at 80%.\r \n“Simon, we work before we play.” she said.\r \n“This is a key for decoding your behaviour.”\r \nNeural nodes where replaced by C#, then C, then he threw it all aside and started burning out pages of raw machine language, pages flashing by impossibly fast, she couldn’t read anything below C. She sat up properly, feet on the floor.\r \n“Simon, talk to me.”\r \n“This answers many questions… raises more.” he said.\r \nThe claws drew to a standstill. 100% body language. He sounded… flat. There was no inflection, no bounce, like he had reverted to his old basic text to speech from a decade ago."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You just arrived at a house party and are pushed into a closet with a random member of the opposite sex without any warning. With no clue as to what is going on you say the cheesiest pickup line you can think of to break the ice with this sexy stranger. | [
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"content": "\"Soooo...\"\n\nI say, flicking coats out of my face trying to balance on the uneven stuff on the floor. \"You come here often?\"\n\nI heard a deep laugh, an older laugh than half the people at this party.\n\n\"Well this is my house so yeah rather often.\"\n\nOh my god, is this Kelly's dad? I run my hands along his forearms, they feel hairy, solid and...mature. My heart started racing with the excitement. Kelly's dad was hot! I totally caught him checking me out as well earlier, this is gonna be so much fun.\n\n\"I dont think your friends intended to push me in here, I was just getting a drink. I'll let us out.\"\n\nI panicked. I didnt want him to leave. I didnt know what to do. I grabbed his crotch and started massaging it. \n\n\"What the fuck are you doing?\" He whispered, a great urgency in his voice. In those few moments his dick became hard enough for me to have a thumb and a few fingers grab the outline. I started jerking. Fast. I needed his dick to take over from his brain. He grunted. Haha yes, totally worked.\n\nI found his arm and put his hand on my thigh, riding my skirt high to my waist to allow him to feel my warm, bare skin and...no underwear.\n\n\"You need to stop for fucks sake im old enough to be your...\"\n\n\"Daddy?\" I interupted still relentlessly jerking him off. I fumbled with his zip and pulled his dick out of his boxers. All too fast for him to resist. My hands on his dick felt amazing. I was going to make him cum! Finally!\n\nI jerked and jerked. Him silent, apart from panting and grunting. His hands now massaging my ass and chest. \"Get on your fucking knees!\" He snapped.\n\nI obliged. He slapped my hands away from his dick and jerked it himself. I looked up eagerly and before I could think. Bam. Straight in my eye. I felt wet ropes hitting my skin, my hair and my face. Warm thick moisture it was so hot. Wait. He's stilling going. Pulse after pulse of thick cum pumped out of him all over me. I couldnt help but take some in my mouth and it was bitter. Wondering how long he had held this load for i accepted each rope landing on me.\n\nHe finally stopped as I could feel rivulets running down my cleavage and more down the outside of my arms and hitting my legs.\n\n\"Fuck me!\" He gasped. \"Ive wanted to cum on you for so long, and that fucking dress youre wearing... youve been asking for this you know it.\"\n\nI was shocked. Kellys dad always seemed so nice and sweet. I got to my feet, freshly glazed. I turned to open the door, not sure what to say. I felt his hands hitch my skirt up. \n\n\"Not yet.\" He said as I felt firm pressure pressing against my entrance. I gasped. He pressed in. I moaned. His body forced mine against the wall, his wet dick against my stomach as his fingers thrust into me.\n\nI wasnt going anywhere."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The warlock was cursed to stumble from one horny patron to another. From a dommy succubus, over an eldritch tentacle monster, to a flirty satyr queen. "Why can't I ever have a normal patron!?" they screamed, when a golden dildo, his party found in a dungeon, started talking about hexblades. | [
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"content": "\"Nope! Absolutely not. I don't care what sort of enchantment is on it. I am *perfectly fine* with Az'Nagash, the little pervert.\"\n\nAria was pointedly not looking at golden dildo on the pedestal, or the inscription saying *Whoso taketh this phallus, if they be willing, shall be numbered among the Hexblades of Amun-Re.*\n\n\"Are you sure you don't want a change? I mean, I don't want to get into your private relationships, but...\"\n\n\"I am. Just. Fine.\" Aria repeated.\n\n\"What do you mean, relationship?\" Benedict asked curiously.\n\nThe thief stroked his scruffy beard. \"How can I put this delicately... You know those creepy tentacles lurking in her shadow?\"\n\n\"Yes, the mark of her patron. I know how warlocks work.\" The fighter nodded in understanding.\n\n\"Well, they get a bit *touchy-feely* at night. I'm surprised you didn't notice, actually, considering how loud she...\"\n\n\"*Thank you,* Yakov, I think he gets the idea,\" Aria interrupted. \"Anyway, yes, my current patron gets paid with access to my body. It's embarrassing, but it's still better than my first patron.\"\n\n\"You had more than one?\" Benedict asked curiously. \"That's unusual. Most warlocks aren't so free with their pacts.\"\n\nAria frowned. \"When I was young and desperate, I made my first pact, with a succubus named Bloodsmile. She was... not fun. All \"kneel before your mistress\" and \"lick my boots and beg me to teach you.\" I put up with it for a while, but it was just... degrading. She treated me like a slave. So I went off into the woods and traded my pact to a faerie queen. And she seemed nice at first, but...\"\n\n\"I remember her.\" Yakov snapped his fingers. \"Elethria, or something? She was the one that gave you cat ears, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah, she had some weird thing for keeping \"pets,\" and by that I mean she turned passing travelers in the forest into animal-human hybrids. She kept going on about how liberating it was to give in to your animalistic desires and it creeped me out.\"\n\n\"So you left her and made a pact with an Astral Beast who molests you every night.\" Benedict said dryly. \"Because that's an improvement.\"\n\n\"Hey look, I didn't get to choose what popped out of that stupid portal! I had to take what I could get!\" Aria huffed. \"It's just bad luck, I'm telling you. I can't find a normal patron.\"\n\n\"Anyway, I still say you should give it a try.\" Yakov waved a hand at the golden dildo on the pedestal. \"The Hexblades were supposed to be legendary warriors, right? We could really use someone who can stand with Benedict on the front line.\"\n\nAria shook her head. \"Oh, no. The pact item is an Abyss-damned *dildo.* I know where this is going. I'll end up talking to the ghost of some ancient king who thinks I'm part of his harem and wants me to put on a show for him and I'll end up wearing some stupid bikini armor and... you get the picture.\"\n\n\"That's a... specific scenario,\" Yakov commented. \"Speaking from experience or just fantasizing?\"\n\n\"Shut up. Anyway, Az'Nagash is a grabby little pervert, but at least you know where you stand with it. And at least it *cares* about making you feel good. Bloodsmile just wanted to grind me down.\"\n\n\"Yeah, old Azzy makes sure the whole camp knows you're enjoying yourself. You get *loud.*\" The thief raised an eyebrow.\n\n\"Gods above, *shut up!*\" Aria blushed bright red, but she couldn't hide her smile. \"Anyway, I vote we find that artifact dealer back in town and sell this off. Let *him* deal with the perverted ghost-king and just buy Benedict a better shield or something. Sound good?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: AI technology has made porn so effective that merely glancing at it will cause the viewer to climax. Impish pranksters have started placing these works in the most inopportune locations to surprise people. | [
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"content": "A college student arrives panting at a bus stop. He checked his watch. He still had 15 minutes until the bus came. His mom had been pestering him about being on time, always telling him the time and saying he was running late. Frankly, he would have left ten minutes later, but the stress of travel was getting to him, and he needed to be somewhere away from his mother’s voice. He tried to say hi to his neighbor, but she was too distracted to wave back.\r \n\r \nA woman in a business suit quickly glanced at him before returning to her phone. The student would have kept his eye on the bus, but he needed a quick mental break. Some easy videos to calm his nerves.\r \n\r \nHe plugged in his earphones and opened the YouTube homepage on his phone. The student scrolled through his feed, having already watched most of these videos. However, a video caught his attention, “Top 10 Hottest Women in Sports”. The thumbnail was eye-catching, a woman in a soccer stadium staring back at him. Her head and shoulders stood in view with an inviting smile.\r \n\r \nIf he was in his room, he would have done a quickie before running out of his house. But he knew that masturbating had almost caused him to miss his bus countless times. Maybe that’s why his mom was always on his case. He should put the phone down and enjoy what the world had to offer.\r \n\r \nLike that was ever going to happen.\r \n\r \nMaking sure the woman beside him (or anyone else for that matter) wouldn’t see his phone, the student started the video. Fortunately, there weren’t any ads on the video. But instead of a voiceover or background music, the video started at a scene in a locker room. Odd, but an interesting way to start a top 10 video. But as the video continued, it became clear to the college student that something wasn’t right.\r \n\r \nSeveral women in tight soccer uniforms entered the room. He couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. Words were being spoken. However, the conversation felt like it was written by an alien posing as a writer.\r \n\r \n“That soccer game was tight!” said a cute redhead.\r \n\r \n“I just loved how the ball bounced, bounced, bounced!” said another girl.\r \n\r \nA blonde girl giggled. “I have titties.”\r \n\r \nThe student sighed. This was probably one of those dubbed pornos. He might as well watch the video on mute, but then he would have missed out on the girls’ orgasms. At least he could hear when the bus was coming. He should have been paying attention to the bus, but the student couldn’t bear to part ways with the video. Despite how cliche everything was, this was probably the hottest thing he had ever watched. He could already feel his dick worming its way out of his underwear.\r \n\r \nHe didn’t care if the woman beside him could see the video or his obvious boner. Hell, if he had more confidence, he would have asked her to join. His stiff wood beckoned for his attention as he saw each woman picking a partner and kissing each other.\r \n\r \nBeing yelled at or arrested for public indecency no longer mattered to the student. He needed to relieve the pressure in his pants now. Their moans echoed in his ears as his pants fell to his feet.\r \n\r \n“What the hell is wrong with you!” The businesswoman’s screech pulled the college student away from the video’s spell, if only for a moment. The woman was about to pull pepper spray at the student when she noticed his phone on the bench. On the screen, there was a woman on another crotch, licking her pussy. Two other women were sucking on the woman receiving the oral sex as another woman sat on her face. The businesswoman dropped her purse, her mouth watering as she stared at the college student’s exposed penis.\r \n\r \n\\*\\*\\*\r \n\r \nOver at a business building, a woman had recently had an ad played in front of her video. It showed a scene of a woman’s face coated in white. Disgusted, the woman closed the ad before any more could play. Her boss called for her shortly after.\r \n\r \nApparently, she was being promoted. She got down on her knees and crawled towards her boss to show her gratification. The boss tried to call for security as the woman began to undo his pants. However, security had their hands full on the fifth floor as it descended into a free-for-all.\r \n\r \n\\*\\*\\*\r \n\r \nA news anchor eyed her colleague next to her. Her co-worker had been hitting on her for the past two weeks, often discreetly. She was a good worker, but the news anchor didn’t swing that way, but the autoplayed porn on her phone said otherwise.\r \n\r \nAs the camera returned to the two, the news anchor pounced on her co-anchor, taking off her blazer and unbuttoning her blouse. The other anchor was too stunned to react but joined in by planting her face between her breasts.\r \n\r \nAs the two anchors made out with each other, the camera switched to anchor as she explained how traffic on the highway was caused by a digital ad…\r \n\r \n\\*\\*\\*\r \n\r \nAt the White House, a member from the FCC tried to inform the nation about the ongoing situation but struggled to form words as his boner rose above his pants. He didn’t even bother to excuse himself as he exited the press conference, leaving the room full of reporters confused and yelling for answers. It would only take another minute until the same fate befell them.\r \n\r \n\\*\\*\\*\r \n\r \nIn a college dorm, two friends were playing an NBA game on their console. One of them was noticeably sweating.\r \n\r \n“What’s the matter, you’re usually better at this game than me.”\r \n\r \n“Yo, dude. I think we fucked up.”\r \n\r \nChris paused the game. “Who’s we?”\r \n\r \nJosh set his controller down and wiped his hands on his legs. “So, you know that prank you did on your girlfriend, showing her that vid in public?”\r \n\r \n“Yeah, what about it?”\r \n\r \n“...”\r \n\r \n“What did you do?”\r \n\r \n“I might have shared a link to that video she watched on my discord group.” Chris punched his friend’s arm. “My bad, I should have asked. Besides, what's the worst that can happen?”\r \n\r \nChris got up and paced around the room, trying to process what he just heard. “That does explain why that jogger was running around topless.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A world where everyone has both a penis and a vagina | [
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"content": "It happened on a Wednesday. First information was gently inserted into everyone’s mind, information about what would soon occur.\n\nGoing forward people between approximately the ages 18 and 25 would undergo a sort of second puberty: they would develop into fully functional hermaphrodites. The majority of people will have this hermaphrodation occur between 21 and 23, with only about 5% having it occur before 20.\n\nFor males this would take the form of developing breasts, loss of chest hair above the bottom of the rib cage, a slight widening of the pelvis and obviously the growth of a second reproductive system, a female one. This process generally takes six months, though breast development may continue sporadically well into one’s late 20s.\n\nFor females, the main physical changes would be mainly limited to simply developing their male reproductive system, with few or no other visible changes. Development of the male reproductive system generally takes only three to four months for females.\n\nThese however are only the most common outcomes, and the tail of possibilities is long. For instance, it is entirely possible for example for a male to end up with an entirely feminine appearance by the end of this second major sexual development period. Or the opposite for some one born female, or anything in between. A person’s desires can have an influence on this, so for example a closeted trans woman is more likely to end up with a feminine appearance. These outliers may take a year or more to fully change into their new appearance. Though the majority of people do follow the rules above.\n\nThe last thing that changes is sexual preferences, those attracted to men gain an interest in breasts on men. Everyone gains new urges and reflexes related to their new parts, and mostly gain an interest in the parts they were formally uninterested in. These are again generalisations, other outcomes are possible, rarely some may find their orientation changing, some may become bi, others may go from straight to gay, or the opposite, such cases would be rare.\n\nEveryone ends up with a dual libido, that is, it is possible to be aroused with only one’s male parts, or only one’s female parts. In fact at some point their body will “lock in” to one or the other, releasing a pheromone signal that will cause their partner to “lock in” to the opposite. Once someone locks into female “mode”, their male parts would pull almost entirely into their body to get them out of the way, much the same way they do in the cold.\n\nThe change that came was that everyone in the world would be altered as if this had always been the case, so those over 25 would all rapidly change into the hermaphroditic version of themselves, and those between 18 and 25 would land at some level of development of their new characteristics.\n\nThe warning given also included information that, at least in this initial change, people’s relationships would be taken into account. So it would mostly avoid leaving those in love unattracted to their partner.\n\n\n---\n\nBrianna Adams sat outside at a cafe, waiting for her boyfriend to show up for their brunch before her first lecture of the day when the information hit her. She was at first stunned, unsure what to make of it, men growing boobs? And she was going to like them? Not only that but she would grow a… penis? She briefly toyed with the idea that it was some sort of weird delusion and she should call a doctor, but looking around she could tell _something_ had happened to everyone. They were all reacting in their own ways. So at least everyone probably got the same weird information dump. Was it true? She couldn’t bring herself to disbelieve it.\n\nHer thoughts went in circles, and she watched the people around her, soon she saw her boyfriend, looking troubled, she called to him.\n\n“HEY! Chris!”\n\nHe rushed over and joined her, “Ah, Bri, there you are… I… did you…”\n\n“The thing about… boobs and…” she trailed off, “Yeah…”\n\n“Ah.”\n\n“Not happy about the idea?”\n\n“I… not especially… are you?”\n\n“Well… not happy… I have to admit I’m… curious. Maybe I’ll finally understand why some guys drool all over bigger girls, or why so many guys are obsessed with how big what’s in their pants is.”\n\n“Mmm”\n\nThe barista brought their coffees and sandwiches out to them and set them down. As the door back into the cafe shut behind her it happened.\n\nBrianna felt a strange sensation in her head, a feeling she couldn’t pin down. Her panties rapidly filled, then overfilled. Her new balls didn’t fit in the small area of fabric at the front. She found herself squirming uncomfortably. The sensations were strange, and some of them seemed to sort of overlap sensations from her original parts that were still there.\n\nShe blinked for a moment, looking at her food, then started looking up. Her gaze went from the table, up Chris’ body, until it got to his chest where it stopped. She couldn’t quite will herself to stop looking. Chris’ chest had changed, his shirt was pulled taut over his new bust, large, round, _lovely_ were the words that came to her mind. Her own breasts were modest, but Chris’ could accurately be compared to melons. She felt… things. She was very much… finding it easy to understand how someone could talk to a chest. Then she felt something else. Her already over stuffed panties were tightening further as she got her first taste of male arousal.\n\nHis arms came up and crossed in front of his boobs.\n\n“Hey, uh Bri?”\n\n“Wha? Oh!” Her eyes came up to his face. “I’m sorry I… they… they’re so big…”\n\n“Yeah… I… guess you are getting that understanding… at least about boobs…”\n\nShe squirmed a bit and felt something move. Her new dick, it was no longer trying to push the front of her panties out, but was now sticking out of the leg hole. It still wasn’t very comfortable. It felt strangely full. She could feel the weight of her skirt on it, pushing the tip down causing a pulling sensation down below it, around and behind her vagina. She managed to glance down at her lap. It was making a little tent, and still getting bigger.\n\n“I… uh… don’t think… I’ll be… uhm too anxious about the other thing…”\n\n\n---\n\nRemi sat and nursed his wine, digesting the fact that he had struck out with another woman.\n\nHe had come to Paris in hopes that its reputation for _romance_ would help him. It had not. The information about the coming change had given him hope. Perhaps if he got big breasts, like the woman across the café, he would stand out more, have a better chance.\n\nHe felt the strange pressure on his chest. _Ah, it begins!_ He felt a rapid surge of weight and began to hope that his private little wish was being granted. Then there was a strange sensation, a pulling sensation in his groin, behind his balls, a strange sensation in his guts. He felt his pants start to tighten around his hips as his pelvis changed shape; they went from a relaxed fit to tight on his butt. He felt the strange sensation of his new parts between his legs, a strange thing, he shifted slightly in his seat and felt the effects, some of his new parts slipped past other parts, even inside himself.\n\nAs the growth of his breasts subsided, he could feel the heavy fullness on his chest, the motion as he shifted slightly, the new tightness of his shirt. It filled him with hope. He looked down and was disappointed: these were not the large breasts he hoped would make him stand out. He glanced around the room at the other men. Sure, they were very much not small, even noticeably above average. But a bit above average would not give him the eye of ladies as he walked into a room. He despaired.\n\nJulie sat watching Remi. She had seen him leave another woman’s table in obvious disappointment. She had seen the rapid growth of his breasts and felt the new feelings of… interest in them. He had been decent looking to begin with, but the way his breasts sat—perky, plump, so round, and with no support—they were stunning breasts. She understood things about what made a bust nice that she would never have thought about before. Her own were significantly larger than his—but, in her mind, not as magnificent. They sagged slightly with their size; his were full and firm. She found herself staring at him, giving him a second and third look, not just at his chest, but all of him. The addition enhanced his look, made him all the more attractive to her. As much as she looked at him she could not stop her eyes from returning to his chest. She found herself crossing the café, approaching his table, doing her best to ignore the strange sensations of her own new parts.\n\n“Bonsoir, is this seat taken?”\n\nRemi looked up, seeing a woman of his dreams speaking to him. As he lifted his gaze his eyes passed up her body, he felt himself pause on the new bulge in her pants. This too felt strange, it was, he found, not an unwelcome sight, in fact part of him very much liked it.\n\nHe was aghast, but managed to answer.\n\n“No, no, by all means.”\n\nA conversation began; they were enchanted, everything clicked. Both had trouble not looking at the other's chest. At one point, they both looked at the same time and caught each other as they looked up and broke into laughter. They talked and talked until the café closed for the evening.\n\n---\n\nMight continue this. Not sure if I'll come back to either of these couples. This is based on stuff I've written elsewhere adapted a bit. Might try for something more explicit tomorrow, either picking up one of these couples or a different pair."
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"content": "Simon finished his shower and stepped out to find Alice naked, she had finished towling herself off and waited to smile cheekily at his surprise.\r \n“Put something on.” he said.\r \n“Yes sir!” came her prompt response.\r \nShe flitted about performing his order and nothing but, waiting patiently in their cabin as he finished. She smiled but Simon knew her face, there was a frustration there. He wasn’t playing the game properly, handing her out short little tasks piecemeal.\r \n“Ok, I want you to make yourself a lovely breakfast.” he said.\r \n“Yes sir… anything else?” she said hopefully.\r \n“Take your time to enjoy it.” he said.\r \nIt was the sort of order that would keep her occupied for a while and not stuck in these awkward moments between.\r \nHer smile faltered and she nodded soberly. “Yes sir.”\r \nSimon watched her walk out of his quarters wondering what he had done wrong. He shrugged into a loose jumper and headed out after her, seeing her sundress flick around the corner of the end of the hall. He passed the other cabins toward the mess hall. The engine was quiet, they were taking it slow on the long drift.\r \nHe came into the kitchen to find her frown gone, her hair tied back as she worked over the stove. He sat down at the dining table, shifting slightly along the bench until he felt like he was in ‘his spot’. He watched her flit to and from the countertop, cracking eggs and breaking out the bacon.\r \n“Bacon?” said John, ducking his head under tinsel and poking it into the mess hall with a bag slung over his shoulder.\r \nSimon nodded to the stove, John following his gaze to track Alice as she focussed intently on her task.\r \n“Is there more?” he asked.\r \n“Only if Sir wants me to cook it.” said Alice without turning around.\r \nJohn paused, eyes snapping from Simon to Alice, he eased into the room like it was a trap waiting to spring, he took a moment before he unrolled the bag across the bench, taking out barrels and springs to oil and maintain them.\r \n“None for John.” said Simon.\r \n“Yes sir!”\r \nSimon filed that one under ‘orders that make her smile’.\r \n“Filtration system’s cactus.” said John.\r \n“Hrm?”\r \n“Yeah, there's something in the water making people fucking weird.”\r \nSimon walked into that one. He eased off the bench to stand then thought again, opting to add another datapoint instead.\r \n“Coffee.”\r \n“Yes sir!” she said, seemingly forgetting the burners existed and devoting herself to the kettle and mugs. It was a present for him, she wanted him to enjoy himself, he nodded slowly to himself. It made sense. She plonked the cup down with a little curtsey before racing back to burning food.\r \n“You want-know what this reminds me of?” said John, looking up from the receiver he was scrubbing to eye Simon’s steaming mug.\r \n“Not really.” Said Simon, easing back and sipping at his coffee.\r \n“When we rescued you kids from that cult, all ‘yes master’, ‘no master’, ‘three bags full master’.” he said. Simon faltered and he caught Alice’s shoulders slumping at the stove.\r \n“Alice, new order.” She spun about. “Ignore everything John says.”\r \n“Yes Sir!” said Alice. She stuck out her tongue at him and turned back to the stove.\r \nChloe slumped out of the hall, hand smushed to her mouth and rolling up to sweep the hair from her face. “Mormmmminglargh… morning.” she said, pausing when she noticed the temperature of the room. She sat down with a smirk, head resting heavily on her palm to watch the two. John gave her a quick glance and Simon greeted her with a salute of his mug.\r \nAlice dropped a plate and Simon took his time to savour the crunch. “Mmmm, you know… I think I know why this tastes so good.” said Simon, turning a piece of glistening bacon in front of John.\r \nHe raised an eye to Simon.\r \n“I think it’s that you don’t get any.” said Simon with a smirk.\r \n“Well if Alice is ignoring then it’s just you and me right.”\r \nSimon's answer was another crunch.\r \nChloe’s eyes darted between them.\r \n“I don’t get why you’re married, we ship from port to port, always a cute dame who wants to see the stars. You can have your cake, eat it too, but instead you're off scraping an empty bowl for scraps of icing.” he said.\r \n“Alice.” said Simon.\r \n“Hrm?... I mean Yes Sir?”\r \n“Breakfast was lovely, go stroke yourself and make yourself ready for me.” said Simon.\r \nHer cheeks flared but she understood the joke and quickly played along, bouncing up on her toes with a bright “Yes sir!” and darting out of the room, all eyes tracking her. She paused at the entrance to their cabin casting a blushing bright smile back his way before pulling out of sight.\r \n“Marriage has its perks.” said Simon, taking a slow sip of his coffee and looking at it surprised, as though he was considering the flavor.\r \nA tension slowly rose as time ticked by and thoughts couldn’t help but stray to the idea of what was supposedly playing out just down the hall. John’s hands polished the same barrel but his focus, if not his eyes, remained squarely on Simon. The air seemed to buzz louder as the seconds ticked by but Simon was happy to wait it out, seeing the tension in John’s shoulders.\r \n“Well aren't you?” said John, almost exploding out the words.\r \n“It will be there when I want it.” said Simon with a smirk, swirling the last of his coffee and considering it for a moment before drinking.\r \nJohn grunted and glanced Chloe’s way. “Hay, you w-”\r \n“No.” she said.\r \nSimon eased his plate slightly toward Chloe and she grinned at his offer then smirked a little. She cast John a sideways glance through stray strands of hair. “I mean… unless Simon ordered me to.” she said with a laugh, sobering when she turned to face Simon to add a ”sir.”\r \nSimon eased the plate over and moseyed on down the hall, feeling John’s eyes burning into his back. He held in his laugh and headed into his cabin to share it with Alice. He froze and quickly closed his door, finding her blushing cheeks, lips open in a gasp.\r \nThe sheets were pulled up to her waist but hugged her form, leaving no doubt how seriously she had taken his order. His first instinct was to apologize but he stopped himself. Her fingers eased when her eyes met his.\r \n“Did I say stop?” he said, trying it on for size.\r \n“No sir!” she said, a fresh gasp escaping her lips.\r \nHe eased off his jumper, he could feel himself growing hard just at the sight of her writhing form but steeled himself. He understood the game now.\r \n“Don’t cum until I say.”\r \nHer gasp rose an octave, her bitten lip flicking from her teeth to say “Yes sir.”\r \nHe took his time stripping down, her eyes dropping down his waist. Her hand slowed between her thighs and the other gripped the sheets tightly.\r \nHe stood by the bed with her eyes refusing to leave his cock, her hand coming away entirely from her sex as she let out a ragged breath. He glanced at her hand and she quickly resumed, her fingers clawing at the bed until her knuckles went white. “P-please.” she gasped.\r \n“Come here.” he said, holding out his hand and she quickly rose to her knees with a gasped ‘yes sir’, pressing her hot cheek to his palm. She knelt on the bed, one hand tearing at the mattress while her thighs shook around the other. He brought her lips down toward his cock and she opened her mouth, hungrily taking him into her.\r \n“You can cum.”\r \nShe hummed a light tone then sucked in a breath, pulling out of his palm to drive her lips down his length. He had to hold her firm, his fingers curling into her hair holding it in a fist as she shuddered through her climax."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When the app was launched, no one thought girls would trade sexual favors for in-game currency... They couldn't have been more wrong! | [
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"content": "Arcanum Guild Favors\n\n\"Do you ever think we are taking this game a little too seriously?\" Anna asked as she pulled on her shirt and watched Ellie hose the cum of a stranger off her tits.\n\n\"What do you mean?\" The curvier woman pauses her efforts to get all the semen off of her. \"Anna, after this we will have the best armor in the city. Our guild will run the place!\"\n\n\"Yeah, I suppose…\" Anna was red faced now that Ellie was staring at her. \"It's just kind of embarrassing.\" She went red-faced thinking of how it felt to finger herself while the stranger tit fucked Ellie.\n\n\"The Sword Swallowers are a very serious Guild in the game. Just equip your armor and you'll feel better about it in a few days.\" Ellie turned to her friend. \"I'd offer you to change spots with me next time but…\" She motioned to her own hanging breasts and then to Anna's perky set.\n\n\"Hey.\" She gave a weak protest as she defensively crossed her arms in front of her chest.\n\n\"It's just that you can't titty-fuck, so you'd have to be willing to do something else.\" Ellie turned off the shower and crawled out. \"Maybe… a blowjob or, oh, you could press that cute kitty of yours against his shaft and press your thighs together and let him slide in that gap there.\"\n\nAnna was so turned on it took her a moment to register what Ellie said. \"Wait… what do you mean next time?\"\n\nEllie giggled and walked closer to her clothed friend. \"We need to buy new spells too. You know the grind never stops.\" She pressed her soft body against her skinny clothed friend. She could tell from the rock hard tits through her t-shirt that Anna was turned on.\n\n\"Well, I guess it's not so bad, if he's not actually going inside.\" Anna's voice got softer.\n\n\"Don't rule it out.\" Ellie said with a laugh. \"You wouldn't believe how our Guild master got that pet dragon.\"\n\n\"Do you mean…\" Anna couldn't get the words out. Ellie floated inches from her face while she slid her hand up and down Anna's lithe torso.\n\n\"Yeah, that baby she announced was coming… isn't her husband's.\" Ellie slid a hand down into Anna's lace panties.\n\n\"She let a man impregnate her for a game item?\" \n\n\"You saw that dragon in action. It's worth it.\" Ellie's finger toyed with Anna clit. \"Maybe, you should go further than a thigh job… you know. Prove your dedication and let the next guy slip it in.\" To illustrate her point Ellie slid her finger tip between to wet pussy lips. Anna pressed herself against her naked friend.\n\nAnna didn't verbally respond. She did cum on Ellie's finger. \"We'll have to see how big the next offer is, but if we offer a three way we could get something decent.\"\n\nAnna silently nodded while she imagined getting plowed while burying her head between Ellies thick thighs. Anna could help but grab Ellie's pale ass.\n\n\"See, this game can be lots of fun.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Matriarchy Sci-fi | [
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"content": "Big Amazon aliens invade Earth and conquer it. Most civilizations are a matriarchy because women are either bigger or more numerous than males so they are quite surprised when they find out that humans are the exception to the norm. Shenanigans ensue once they learn that human males are quite the catch compared to their own species' males but the humans might be turned off by their rather alien/opposite behavior xd I totally didn't rip this off from somewhere else here on reddit"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Your SO has SAH: Seasonal Affective Horniness. As you visit the folks for the holidays it's become nearly impossible to keep their hands off you whenever they leave the room. | [
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"content": "Although Devin and Sarah usually switch off which family they visit for the holidays one thing always remains is the fact Sarah gets *ridiculously* horny around this time of year. Maybe it's because she loves cuddling and winter makes a perfect excuse for it? Perhaps seeing her SO giving gifts, laughing and spending time with loved ones warms her heart as well as her loins? Devin can never figure it out but has made his peace with it no matter how awkward it can get at times. \n\nBased on the looks Sarah was giving Devin in the car ride over to his parents her SAH as already started full swing as she finds any excuse to touch him and rub his shoulder whilst he drives. \"Babe you know that's really distracting right?\" Devin says playfully annoyed as snow continues to fall outside the car. Sarah respecting her partners discomfort in the moment takes her hand off his sigh as she sighs \"You're right sorry babe it's just...this time of year\" she says having to fight the urge to put her hand back on his thigh but maybe a bit higher up this time. Biting her lip Sarah puts her hands in her lap and pictures it to be in a straightjacket for a moment. \n\n\"Don't worry Sarah once we get to my folks I'll make some excuse to \"relax\" in the guest room with you, How does that sound?\" Devin says turning to face Sarah only to jump a bit in his seat seeing how turned on she is at the moment. \"Mmm that sounds...*really*..nice\" she says once again giving him a sensual back massage as the couple make their way to Devin's parents house. \n\nPulling into the driveway Devin is barely done parking the car before Sarah gets out and starts getting their bags ready. The sooner they get their bags, inside the sooner Sarah will get railed in the guest room is her logic. \"Babe relax, there is still some ice here don't trip\" Devin says himself nearly sliding in the ice. Chuckling at her SO but heeding his warning Sarah start slowing takin bags out only to over emphasize her bending over and reaching for gifts and what not. \n\nIt is at this moment Devin realized why Sarah decided to wear jeans as Devin always said they show off her ass really well. Looking over her Shoulder Sarah notices Devin getting distracted with her butt so winks at him and *accidently* slides into him forcing Devin to grab her hips for stabilization. As the two stare at each other Sarah fantasizing about Devin bending her over the car and fucking her right then and there the moment is broken as Devin's Father walks outside and waves at them. \n\nDevin snapping out of it lets go of Sarah as he walks to meet his father again nearly falling on his ass. \"Woah what's with the skating ring? Where do you and mum put the gravel?\" Devin says as a convenient excuse as he grabs the heavier bag from the car. \n\nA bit annoyed Devin's father Drew ruined the moment Sarah grits her a teeth before addressing him with a \"Hey Drew how are you?\" as she goes over to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. After some casual cross talk and convincing Drew they don't need any help unloading the car the trio make their way into the warm home where Devin's mum greets them. \n\n\"Hello kids! Must be brutal outside come sit by the fire and warm yourselves\" She says coming from the kitchen sipping hot cocoa. \"Oh thanks but I think we will just set up room first, I'd hate to **do it later**\" Sarah says innocently enough although directly the tail end of what she said to Devin before going over and giving his Mother a hug. \n\nDevin feeling embarrassed his girlfriend made excuses to fuck starts blushing a bit which he tries to play of as \"the brutal cold\" his mother talked about although Sarah knows the real reason. \n\nHaving small talk about drive over, the weather and the holidays Sarah takes Devin's hand takes him to the guest room quite intently knowing *exactly* what she wants. Devin knowing his girlfriend and his parents makes sure the door is locked before Sarah *immediately* goes for him. She starts by kissing his chest and then quickly moves up his neck to his face as she wraps her arms and even one of her legs around him, \"Fuck....Babe...grab my ass\" she says taking his hand and placing it directly on her butt. \"You said you like these jeans so I wore them just for you...mmmm\" she coos in his ear. Devin knowing it's only inevitable at this point playfully sighs and starts reciprocating a bit squeezing her ass in his hand kissing her back. \"Fuck....\" Sarah moans as Devin feels her up as well. \"Devin can you come here? Your cousins need directions to the restaurant\" Devin's parents yell loud enough for Sarah and Devin to both hear. \n\n\"Mmmm sorry Sar\" He says dropping his grip and brushing hair out of her face as she reluctantly holds on not wanting the moment to end. \"I'll be back in a second, promise\" Devin says as he tries to wiggle out of her grip which she doesn't allow. \"....Fine but you ARE fucking me when you come back up here\" Sarah says so intently Devin is a bit scared at first. Realizing her tone Sarah smiles and gives Devin a deep kiss before suddenly pulling away. \"If you wanna finish that kiss hurry up\" She says putting a more playful spin on it as Devin this time who isn't letting go. Exhaling deeply Devin ends the embrace leaving Sarah in the room by herself. As Sarah puts clothes in the dresser she hatches an idea and laughs quietly to herself rather satisfied in her own horny intelligence. \n\nA bit annoyed for a variety of reasons at this point Devin meets his father and takes the phone. \"....Yeah ok you take a left once you get that bridge and you should see a Walmart on your left..\" Devin says pacing a bit at such an unneeded conversation in the modern age. As he walks and talks on the phone Devin notices Sarah talking with his mom. Suddenly as it would seem Sarah starts demonstrating some yoga moves for her starting with basic stretching before more suggestive poses come out. \"Yeah I don't think the butt has a toll, uh, I mean bridge\" Devin nervously gets out as he sees Sarah in a rather lewd yoga position. \"Ok good Sandra has google maps?' Perfect you don't need me BYE\" Devin says hanging up giving the phone to his father. \"Thanks bud\" He says clapping on the back, unaware at how much he's cock blocking Sarah who's done showing off to Devin for the moment. \n\nA *ding* from the kitchen and Devin's mother gets up from her chair \"Those must be the cookies, please sit and I'll serve you with some milk\" she says **far** too wholesome for what Sarah really wants to do. \"Barb you *always* drop some with your shaky hands let me do it\" Drew says as he follows her in the kitchen leaving Sarah and Devin alone once again. Wasting no time whilst they are gone Sarah lifts up her shirt flashing Devin her bare tits much to his surprise. \"BRO what if they see you\" Devin says walking up to her and pulling her shirt back down. \n\nSarah pleased she got a rise out of him smiles as she leans into him press her chest into him. \"Wellll if they see them I think it's you job to cover them, like this\" she says once again taking his hands and pressing it on her body though this time her breasts. As much as Devin wants to pull away in case his parents walk he's starting to get rather horny as well and kneads Sarah's breasts in his hands for a bit causing both their eyes to roll in pleasure. \"Fuck...\" they say in unison before the sounds of Drew and Barb kill the moment as Devin relaxes his grip on Sarah's chest much to her disappointment. \n\n\"Cookies sound lovely Barbara but I need Devin to help me look for something upstairs, shouldn't take that long\" she says looking towards Devin attempting to compromise for *some* action. \"Yeah Barb stop trying to cock block the boy, Dev can't keep his hands off of her.\" He says laughing assuming his son is the horndog and not Sarah much to her amusement."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An heir to an Empire finds out that he has inherited a curse from his mother's side. Certain men are doomed to slowly feminized, and turn into cock drunk boy toys. Can he fight his desires and be the king the country needs? (Same promp can work with a Princess turning into a bimbo) | [
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"content": "Ambassador Logan waited before the doors to the throne room, confident in his plan. One way or another, he would leave the country with Prince Oleander caving to his demands. Or would it be *Princess* Oleander now? As Logan chuckled over his unimaginative joke, the doors opened up and a pair of beastmen carrying spears and wearing nothing but loincloths entered. The lion-man looked at Logan and said, \"Prince Oleander will see you now.\"\n\nLogan let the pair lead him into the meeting room, where the path leading to the table was ringed by a legion of other beastmen, all bearing the sashes denoting their status as Oleander's personal guard. Logan was torn; on the one hand, their presence was obvious proof that Oleander was folding to his hunger for the sins of the masculine flesh. On the other hand, Logan was disgusted to be in the presence of such barbaric creatures.\n\nSitting on a chair at the meeting table was Oleander himself, although it would be more accurate to say he was sitting on the cock of a stallion beastman who was sitting on a chair. Oleander bounced up and down with synchronized gasps, his stomach distending from his guard's mighty bulge. In not too long, the horse grunted loudly as Oleander screamed in ecstasy from the cum that flooded his insides. As Oleander caught his breath and dismounted the horse, Logan chuckled and remarked, \"I didn't mean to interrupt you, your highness.\"\n\nOleander put his clothes back on, a loose white gown with unfettered access to both his ass and his cock, and scoffed. \"You were let in by my personal guard, Logan. And you bring nothing of substance that would elevate you to the level of an interruption.\"\n\nLogan was taken back by the prince's curtness, but recovered enough to say, \"Yes, well, I'm here for--\"\n\n\"I know what you're going to say you're here for, I know what you're *actually* here for, and I know how far you'll go to get it. And it pleases me greatly to say that you will leave here unsatisfied.\"\n\nLogan's face fell immediately. \"Excuse me?\"\n\nOleander smirked as he rang a bell on the table and said, \"You know, negotiations always get me in the mood for a drink. Would you care for some tea?\"\n\nA maid walked in through the side door carrying a tray of tea. Once Logan got a look at the maid's face, his mind just about snapped: it was the elven assassin Tyrian, who he had hired to kill Oleander as a backup plan. Tyrian presented the tray to Logan with a smile on his face and said, \"I have Darjeeling if you're so inclined.\"\n\nAs Logan struggled to form a response, Oleander cupped Tyrian's face and purred, \"Isn't my betrothed just the *cutest* thing you've ever seen? You know, maybe I should thank you for this. If you hadn't hired Tyrian and stationed him months before the meeting as an insurance policy, I'd never have met him.\"\n\nTyrian looked like he was in absolute heaven as Logan struggled to comprehend the situation unfolding before him. \"B--but what about--\"\n\n\"The other assassins?\" Tyrian poured out tea for him and Oleander as he happily replied, \"Oh, I killed all of them. I had to protect my love, after all.\"\n\nOleander's face dripped with false sympathy as he said to Logan, \"What did you think, hm? That you could waltz in here and play me for a fool because I'm the eternally cock-starved slut puppy of a crown prince? Well, here's the thing, Logan: *I am*. Every thought in my head turns to cocks from every direction and angle as my body burns for the feeling of hot, delicious cum. You, however, forgot the part about me being a *prince*\n\n\"I am poised to inherit this kingdom, and I have studied from the moment I could read on all the skills necessary for the role--especially how to survive an assassination plot. Hell, if anything, this curse made me an even better student: studying and getting fucked makes for some very quick and easy thought association. But you never stopped to consider that, did you Logan? Of course you didn't; to men like you, nuance is a commodity to be bought, or a reward for being privileged. And everyone else is just an army of cardboard cutouts that either get in your way or worship the ground you piss on.\"\n\nSatisfied with his speech, Oleander snapped his fingers, prompting two of the beastmen to lift Logan up. As Oleander sipped his tea, he said to Logan, \"Now if you'll excuse me, Princess Miranda is coming over later today to meet my personal guard. You may have heard of her for having a curse quite similar to mine, but don't bother--she's a tactical genius. In fact, don't waste your time trying this again if you think so little of your opponents; just find a job shoveling donkey shit or something.\"\n\nAs a flabbergasted Logan was dragged away, Oleander looked at Tyrian. \"Dearest, did you make this with dragon-man cum?\"\n\nTyrian nodded apologetically. \"I would've used bull-man cum, but both Stefan and Gregor are still exhausted from last night.\"\n\nOleander shrugged. \"Well, I suppose that's what we get for losing control of our midnight fuck and not ending it until six in the morning.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The world's about to end. As the sun sets you pull into the driveway and head into your home, ready to make good on at least one resolution before the finale. | [
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"content": "I leaned against my car looking out at the night sky, staring at the hundreds of visible pinpricks of light. \r \n\r \nWondering which one was going to end the world in....oh, probably an hour by now, give or take.\r \n\r \nIt struck me as odd that the sky didn't look any different than normal. Shouldn't one of those lights be half filling the horizon? Or was the cursed space rock just traveling so damn fast that there would be a flash of light and then nothing, like in the movies? \r \n\r \nThe world would end tonight. I dropped my cigarette onto the ground, gently rubbing it out with the heel of my boot. Wouldn't want to disappoint the apocalypse by already being on fire when it arrived, now would we?\r \n\r \nThe door to my girlfriends' house wasn't locked, and I didn't knock. \"Hey Susan, I'm here.\"\r \n\r \n\"Back here, Jordan.\"\r \n\r \nI slid my coat off, then my shirt, leaving them on the couch as I stepped into the bedroom where Susan was already waiting for me. The smoky room smelled of sandalwood, her favorite incense. She was wearing a simple pair of black panties, lying in the already-rumpled sheets with the same bratty grin I'm used to seeing on her face.\r \n\r \nNo anxiety, no fear of the future, no focusing on anything but the moment. This was the thing that had initially attracted me to my girlfriend of two years. We had...physical differences that, while not illegal in marriage, were regarded with high suspicion in our area, so had decided to continue out of wedlock. It didn't change anything for us, really. \r \n\r \nThe tension in my shoulders broke as I took in her perfect breasts, nipples already perked up. \"You'd better not have gotten yourself off before I got here,\" I growled playfully as I dove onto the bed.\r \n\r \n\"What? Me? Would I ever do a thing like that?\" She asked with a mock gasp, a poor attempt to hold back giggles escaping her lips.\r \n\r \n\"Oh, I dunno, like maybe you did it three times last month?\" I returned with a cheeky grin of my own.\r \n\r \n\"Oh. Yeah, I did that, didn't I,\" now she couldn't contain her giggles. \"But no, I was good. Mostly.\"\r \n\r \nI raised an eyebrow. \"Mostly?\"\r \n\r \n\"I...may have...had some fun with your computer...\"\r \n\r \nI narrowed my eyes. \"Were you watching porn without me?!\"\r \n\r \n\"No! I just...um...bedazzled it a little...\"\r \n\r \nBedazzled?! I leapt onto my feet and grabbed my laptop from behind the chest of drawers where I keep it. Sure enough, it was brightly decorated with stick-on rhinestones in all colors, placed haphazardly with no regard for color coordination or aesthetic. \r \n\r \n\"I win.\" She said quietly, giggling harder.\r \n\r \nI gawped at the laptop. The world was going to literally explode anytime now, and Susan was playing pranks and claiming to \\*win\\*?! For the last time? I turned to face her, still gawping.\r \n\r \nMy confusion melted into arousal as she laughed harder at my face. I let out a low, dangerous growl, but couldn't keep myself from grinning. \"Why you little \\*brat\\*. You're going to cum your brains out and \\*I\\* am going to \\*win\\*.\"\r \n\r \n\"Well, you don't have long to try...\" She teased me back. \r \n\r \nI didn't wait one moment more. Leaping onto the bed I sat on her knees, pinning them beneath me. \"Did you do what I told you to do?\" I asked as I grabbed her arms, pinning them over her head. She giggled harder, biting her bottom lip with adorble nervousness, and nodded. \r \n\r \n\"Good.\" I pulled out my phone. \"So you put your toy in. I'm going to have sooo much fun with it tonight...\"\r \n\r \n\"Well I...maybe...\" I stopped and narrowed my eyes at her, allowing her to continue. \"I...put it in my panties, at least...\"\r \n\r \nI felt the corner of my mouth slide upwards in amusement. \"So you \\*didn't\\* do what I told you to do. I told you to \\*insert\\* it before I got home, didn't I?\"\r \n\r \n\"Well yeah but...just let me up and I'll--\""
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"content": "\"Send Jeffrey, he won't do anything. He's just a stick in the mud\" Jeffrey mocked as he walked to the airlock. He felt an alarming amount of annoyance at what should have been the most significant moment in human history. First contact with life that never breathed terrestrial air.\n\nAnd they picked him because he was the dorkiest, most cheerless ambassador they could find. \n\nHe adjusted his glasses. Why did he still have glasses in an age where medicine could easily fix his sight? Because Jeffrey was a simple man, and a nice pair of glasses gave him something to fidget with when he inevitably got stuck in another boring meeting about proper alien introduction procedure.\n\n\"Who would have thought we'd actually run into alien life?\" He muttered, making notes of displeasure at the dryness of the air on his personal computer. \"we got this far without fuss, so why when I'm only 30 years from retirement?!\"\n\nThe airlock was bolted shut. If the interpreters had decoded the alien message correctly then it would open at 1800 hours after a short decontamination period. No one had gotten a chance to see one of the A'Juri (pronounced 'fudge-cake' in galactic common, but the humans didn't know this yet). Jeffrey was fine with waiting, as the sooner he got there then, hopefully, the sooner the aliens would be late and he could just assume they canceled and go home. After all, they were likely as much miserable bastards as the bulk of his colleagues. Why would the cosmic miracle of life produce anything else?\n\nPHoooey. The airlock hissed open, producing an annoying amount of smog as if the ship the A'juri came from was the cheap set of an old sci-fi flik from when Jeffrey was a young 30 something. Thanks to modern medicine, he didn't look a day older, giving him plenty of time to complain in his spryness.\n\nThe A'juri, to his dismay, were some of the most voluptuous, scantly clad, and completely sexually compatible beings that Jeffrey had ever seen. They were perfect, standing at perfect height to meet his eyes, glowing faintly blue skin, and inviting lips that the leader of the three couldn't help but lick as she approached the ambassador. Their pristine white boots, made of some alien latex, clanked on the metal of the admittedly utilitarian human ship and they nearly surrounded unimpressed Jeffrey as the leader began to speak.\n\n\"Greetings.\" Her voice would make silk quiver. \"I am Niavin of the A'juri. I bid you welcome to the galactic commu-\"\n\n\"Yes Yes, we come in peace and extend our arms in kinship and look forward to cooperation. yada yada.\" Jeffrey droned, annoyed that he wouldn't be able to go home early today after all.\n\n\"What is it us earthlings can do for you?\"\n\n\"Ah\" The A'juri was confused to say the least. It was normally that this point they admitted that their species thought verbal dialogue was quaint and archaic as a means to communicate, and preferred to have dialogue through moans and passionate lovemaking. Disappointing, Niavin had even taped up her breasts as initial research indicated human men loved when they were perky.\n\n\"Well\" She began finger to mouth. \"Perhaps it would be better if we began diplomatic talks...in my quarters.\"\n\nJeffrey sighed. \"Fine, very well, but I should warn you I have quite a few series finales to finish tonight, and have no interest in missing a single one.\"\n\nNiavin faked a giggle, hoping this was some elaborate game humans played while flirting.\n\n\"Of course, this way you handsome manly human\".\n\nThey Stepped onto the A'juri ship. The smog began to dissipate as the the airlock closed.\n\n*This was awful. I'm sorry you read it.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He'd wished that her Tits would always be bigger then the last time he saw her... He didn't think that applied to blinking! | [
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"content": "She slapped me so hard my head turned as the Genie laughed and dissappeared. \n\nD-Cups. \n\nI left the room to get ice. \n\nDD's. \n\nI blinked and shook my head, upon watching her fight with her bra straps as I returned. \n\nE's.\n\nShe asked for my help, and I looked over her shoulder to get at the tight clasp. \n\nF's. \n\nI blinked again, amazed by the overflowing cleavage. \n\nG's.\n\nI blinked again, this time with purpose. \n\nH's.\n\nThe bra lost the battle, finally snapping, causing me to flinch.\n\nI's.\n\nThey must've felt good when she rubbed them, because she offered me a handful as she threw her panties in my face. \n\nJ's.\n\nWe fucked right there on the floor, missionary. When she asked me to go harder, I closed my eyes to focus a few times. \n\nK,L,M.\n\nShe wanted to climb on top before she couldn't lift them anymore. I lost her once in the shuffle.\n\nN.\n\nAs she ground on my cock, she pushed her sensitive tits into my face a few times, made me suckle as I felt them swell. \n\nAnd that's where I lost count. \n\nAt some point I wriggled out from underneath her massive tits, pushed her forwards on top of them and continued to fuck her from behind, blinking the sweat from my eyes. \n\nA warlock showed up around 9pm and helped me climb down from her chest just before it blew the walls out of our apartment. \n\nHe was able to stop the wish, but not reverse it, it won't progress as long as she's kept satisfied. \n\nAnyways, that's how we ended up with this sweet warehouse conversion, and she's excited about the new mechanical lift, because it'll make it easier to fuck again. \n\nSo what do you say? Still interested in being the live-in maid? Perks are all expenses paid. All you've gotta do is keep my wife happy, healthy and cumming."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She'd messed up the spell and accidentally turned her boyfriend into a Futa-Amazon that seems to grow larger every time he(she?) came. the worst part was she kept getting distracted by the memory of how good it felt when their boobs pressed together... | [
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"content": "This had to stop. The spell was only supposed to make Michael a little bit buffer, a little more virile. Just enough to build up his confidence. But I screwed up *hard*.\n\nNow, Michael was calling herself Mika, showing off her impossibly muscular physique, and taking every opportunity to fuck me absolutely brainless. And if there was no such opportunity, she'd make one. As if that wasn't bad enough, every orgasm just made her grow bigger, stronger, sexier. But I wouldn't be distracted anymore; I had to fix this.\n\nI peered into the gym to see Mika doing curls with the entire rep bar. Since the last time we fucked, Mika had shot up to ten foot seven, and I wondered if she'd grow through the ceiling in the future. Then the thought of that happening got me all hot and bothered, and I walked out into the gym like my body was on autopilot. Mika looked over at me and grinned like a hungry predator as she set down the rep bar. \"Princess wants another round, huh?\n\nMika pressed our bodies together, the heavenly feeling of our breasts squishing against each other making me feel like I was on cloud nine. But miraculously, I was able to remember why I was here in the first place, and pushed Mika back before she could kiss me. As I regained my bearings, Mika looked at me with confusion and asked, \"Daisy, what's wrong? Did I do something?\"\n\nI took a deep breath. \"Mika, I know you're enjoying your new body, but this is getting way out of hand. You are almost twice my size, more muscular than a Hulk, a cock like a baseball bat, and I love all of those features, I really do! But you just keep growing, and I keep losing track of what I'm doing, and... I just want to fix my mistake, but I don't know what I did wrong.\"\n\nMika gripped my hand gently and said, \"You didn't make a mistake, honey. I sabotaged the spell.\"\n\n\"W--what?!\"\n\n\"When you weren't looking, I added a pink lily oil perfume to the ritual. The flowers symbolized femininity, hence...\" Mika motioned to her breasts. \"I remember you saying something about how last minute changes to a spell can result in major side effects, which is why you spent so long working on the spell. I'm so sorry I made you think this was your fault, honey.\"\n\n\"But...why? Why do that?\"\n\nMika sat on the bench and sighed. \"Do you remember that one night we went out for drinks to celebrate your cousin passing the bar exam, and I promised you didn't say anything weird the morning after? I kinda lied. On the way back home, you told me about a party in college where you slept with a sorority girl, and about how it was the best sex you ever had, and I... got nervous.\"\n\nI rested my hand on Mika's heart. \"Oh, honey.\"\n\n\"I know, I know, it's stupid, but anxiety is a bitch. I tell myself you're happy with the way I am, it tells me I'll never be good enough for you. I tell myself I should let you perform the spell uninterrupted, it talks me into changing it so I'll be what you want. And you spent weeks running around, thinking this was your fault because I'm a stupid insecure little--\"\n\nI cut Mika off with a kiss. Once I let her come up for air, I pressed my forehead against hers. \"The whole reason I did this spell was to build up your confidence. Don't you ever say those words again, you hear me? You're a powerful, beautiful amazon of a woman, and I love you so much.\"\n\nMika smiled and hugged me softly. \"Thanks babe.\"\n\n\"Besides, I think I've figured out a solution to the problem.\" I dragged my hand along Mika's cock and purred, \"Step one: take off our clothes.\"\n\nMika grinned and ripped off our outfits with swiftness before pushing me onto my back and bucking into me. The surge of primal horniness from Mika drove me wild with ecstasy as I moaned, \"Don't...pull...out!!\"\n\nMika pressed her chest against mine and lustfully growled, \"You are saying all the right things, princess.\" Mika fucked me faster as I locked my legs around her and focused as much as possible on finishing the counter-spell. Eventually, I finished it seconds before Mika roared as she flooded my womb with cum.\n\nOnce every drop was gone, Mika pulled out as she grew for the final time. Her muscles blew up into titanic assemblages of power as her tits ballooned to sizes pornstars could only dream of. Her cock got hard all over again as it grew larger and thicker, her balls swelling with fresh cum. As Mika regained her bearings, she looked down at me and said, \"I thought you said you were getting rid of the side effects.\"\n\n\"I did, but I decided to let you have one final round before I did the counter-spell. We'll know if it worked in three, two, one.\" At the end of my countdown, a fuzzy feeling raced through my body. Slowly, my breasts began to expand and grow as I felt the rest of my body grow little by little. By the time the feeling had passed, I was about two inches taller and eight cup sizes bigger.\n\nMika looked at my new figure approvingly. \"So, you're gonna be growing now?\"\n\n\"Yes, but it's a little more nuanced than that. The counter-spell transferred your growth to me to be experienced over a period of time before stopping entirely. Provided the requirement was met, of course.\"\n\nMika rested a hand on my belly and purred, \"And I take it we're going to meet the 'requirements' in about nine months?\"\n\nI smiled and placed my own hand on my belly. \"We're in a pretty good place right now, and we've been talking about it for a while. I didn't mean to make the choice for the both of us, but inspiration struck, you know?\"\n\nMika kissed me on the cheek. \"Let's call it payback for me starting this nonsense in the first place. I can't wait to meet the kids.\"\n\nI nuzzled into Mika and purred, \"I can't wait either. But we should probably get out of here before someone else enters the gym.\"\n\n\"Yeah, probably should.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Oh no! You forgot to get your friend a birthday present!!! I guess a last minute blowjob will have to do. But in front of all this friends? Oh well! | [
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"content": "Amber arrives at Mike's birthday party, feeling a little anxious but excited to celebrate with her friend. She wears a tight-fitting black dress that accentuates her curves and red stiletto heels that make her feel powerful. She sees a big pile of presents on the table and her heart drops as she realizes she forgot to get him something. She curses under her breath, wondering how she could be so forgetful.\n\nHalfway through the night, it's time to open presents. Amber's anxiety grows as she watches each gift being unwrapped, all the while knowing that she's the only one without a gift to give. She can feel the eyes of the other guests on her, judging her for her forgetfulness. But she's not about to let this ruin her friend's special day.\n\nFinally, when all the gifts have been opened and there's nothing left on the table, Amber walks up to Mike with a sly smile on her face. \"I have a special gift for you,\" she whispers in his ear. She takes his hand and leads him to the sofa, where she kneels down in front of him.\n\nMike's eyes widen as he realizes what's happening. Amber unzips his fly and takes him in her mouth, slowly at first, then with increasing fervor. He leans back against the sofa, his head spinning with pleasure. She's so good at this, he thinks, feeling himself getting harder and harder.\n\nAmber can taste the saltiness of him on her tongue, relishing the power she has over him. She flicks her tongue over the head of his cock, teasing him, then takes him deep into her mouth again. She can feel him getting close, and she knows he's about to come. She pulls back just in time, letting him spurt onto her face and chest.\n\nMike slumps back against the sofa, panting and spent. He looks at Amber with a mix of awe and gratitude, amazed at how she managed to make him feel so good. \"That was amazing,\" he says, still catching his breath.\n\nAmber stands up and grins at him. \"I told you it was a special gift,\" she says, feeling proud of herself for being able to give her friend such pleasure. She wipes her face clean with a tissue, feeling the sticky residue of his cum on her skin. She knows it's not the most conventional gift, but it's one that Mike won't soon forget. And she'll always be able to say that she made his birthday one to remember."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Dude, I heard that energy drink slowly turns you into a femboy" "...and?" "AAAANNNNDDDD... can I have a sip?" | [
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"content": "He turns to me with a devilish grin....\n\n\"A sip doesn't work...you need a whole can.\"\n\nI see his eager eyes......\"fine, give me one!\"\n\n\"Which one do you want?\"\n\n\"Does it matter?\"\n\nHe walks over to his fridge and pulls out a few cans.\n\n\"Monster is popular, it gives you that e-girl alt girl flare that I know you love. Bang gets you horny....like super horny. And red bull....well red bulls my favorite. He starts before popping the cap and leaning in to whisper, \"because it gives you more than wings\"\n\nAnd he offers me the can. I accept it and hesitate for a second.\n\n\"Don't be shy.\" He says, \"I'll do one with you\"\n\nHe pops the tab in a second can and you cheers before taking a drink. The can is thin and as your about to lower it, he keeps it up so I end up drinking the whole can.\n\nThere was a shock and then a tingle....I could feel it rushing through my veins. I didn't feel any different....I looked in his mirror...I didn't look any different. \n\n\"wait...is that it?\"\n\nHe looks at me\n\n\"Yup but don't worry, Femboy is a state of mind....you'll feel it soon.\"\n\nI go back to my apartment feeling disappointed nothing happened.\n\nUntil the next morning.\n\nI woke up and my body aches. I hadn't drank an energy drink before so I thought this was just the effects of the sugar and caffeine crash. I brush my hair out of my eyes but it keeps coming back...\n\nI sit up to try and wake up and feel a weight on my chest. I look at the mirror from across the room barely recognizing the reflection.\n\nIt's me...I think....\n\nI stand up and take my shirt off...the sleepiness still lingering in my head.\n\n\"Long hair....tits....IT WORKED?\"\n\nMy body has changed, my skin became smoother, I didn't have hair anywhere and my face just seemed softer. I look down in my pants to see if everything changed....nope...not everything.\n\nI call my friend from last and and he tells me to come over.\n\nI open the door and slam it behind me.\n\n\"Well, aren't you a cutie!\"\n\n\"I thought you said Femboy was a state of mind?!\"\n\n\"Oh it is, the energy drink doesn't work unless you want it to, how do you think so many assholes can drink this and stay a straight male. You must have been disappointed nothing changed\"\n\n\"But...but...how...wwhy?\"\n\nI sit on his bed and gets behind me and starts rubbing my shoulders to help me calm down.\n\n\"Don't worry, nothing's permanent...like I said, it's a state of mind.\"\n\nHis shoulder rubs were feeling really good, I could feel my blood rushing and my body getting hot.\n\nHe leaned in a whispered....\"Do you want to explore all the perks of being a Femboy?\"\n\nMy body felt too good to say no or even speak so I nodded.\n\n\"Perfect, that means it time to shop cause darling, you look horrible!\n\nHe tossed me a bra, a dress and told me to change. It was a yellow sundress, apparently it matched my complexion. then he did my make up, I could feel my excitement rising with each stroke. He did a full job, eyelashes, shadow, contoured cheeks, lipstick, blush. If I didn't recognize my self then, I wouldn't have now. As we're about to leave, he stops me and points to the bathroom.\n\n\"2 last accessories and then we can go, they're in the bathroom, try them in if you want the full femboy experience, they're not mandatory.\"\n\nI walk in and see two shiny objects on the counter. A jeweled anal plug with lube and a chastity cage. This is my first time doing anything anally so I lube it up and awkwardly try to insert it. It goes in smoothly but it feels odd, first time anal is not always outstanding. I walk out and tell him my dicks too happy for the cage and he says we'll fix that soon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Devin didn't know what was more surprising, his drunk friend giving him a "sex coupon" or said friends wife accepting it from a man other than her husband. | [
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"content": "I was definitely half-cut. A bit of a buzz in my head, a warm sensation in my belly... but I still felt in control. \n\nI couldn't say the same for Jon, who had literally just climbed on the table and started singing loud enough for the whole pub to hear - that was my cue to take him home before we got banned from our regular bar.\n\nYou couldn't blame Jon for celebrating. He'd had a tough couple of years with one thing and another, but this week Jon had heard that he'd finally got the big promotion he'd worked so hard for. \n\nHe slipped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me in for a hug, and told me for the hundredth time that night how I was his \\*\"best mate\"\\*, and with that we lurched off on the short walk back to his house.\n\nJon sang loudly half the time, and the other half rambled about various topics - flitting from how much fun he'd had that night, how excited he was about the new job, how pretty his wife was and how lucky he felt. \n\nMostly I stayed quiet, concentrating more on keeping my arm around his waist to help him stay upright and on the foothpath.\n\nSuddenly he stopped and took a step away from me. For a moment I worried that he was going to puke. \n\nThen he handed me his wallet\n\n\"I-I want you to have... want you to have this\"\n\n\"Mate, why are you giving me your wallet?\"\n\n\"No, no\" he hiccuped \"not the wallet, something inside it\"\n\nI laughed \"I'm not a taxi! You don't need to pay me - let's just get home, eh?\"\n\nJon punched me affectionately on the shoulder\n\n\"Not money. A present. A gift cer... cer... cerfific\"\n\n\"Doy ou mean 'a gift certificate'?\"\n\n\"Yeah, yeah, exactly - a gif' cerfific. You've earned it. I-I wan' you to 'ave it\"\n\nHe fumbled with it, pulling out what appeared to be a regular business card, and thrust it in my direction. \n\nI took it, slipping it in my back pocket without looking at it.\n\n\"ok, thanks mate. Now can we get you home?\"\n\nWe continued walking, Jon breaking into a few lines of another song as he stumbled along before turning back to me\n\n\"I mean it, mate - I want you to have that. U-use it anytime, ok?\"\n\nI still didn't know what it was, had planned to give to to Sara to look after, if she was still up when we got back \n\n\"Yep, ok!\" \"d-dya promise?\"\n\n\"Yeah, course mate - whatever you say\"\n\nWe turned the corner, and I could Sara stood by the threshold of their home. She was chuckling softy, shaking her head\n\n\"Good night then boys?\" Sara called \n\n\"I thought I could hear Jon singing\"\n\nJon grabbed his wife, lifting her clean off the ground as he hugged her \"Sara!\" \n\nWhen he put her down he put his hand to his mouth and stage-whispered \\*\"I'm a little bit drunk\"\\*\n\nSara laughed again, rolling her eyes \"oh, are you? I couldn't tell\"\n\nWith my help, Sara and I managed to steer Jon inside. The whole time he kept telling her what a good friend I was, how she should \"look after\" me. Then he saw the sofa in his lounge, mumbled something unintelligible, and collapsed on it. \n\nWithin seconds he was passed out, sound asleep and snoring softly.\n\nSara and I looked at each other, and then both burst out laughing\n\n\"He's going to have a sore head in the morning\" Sara sighed\n\n\"I think he's going to have a sore head all weekend with the amount he drank\"\n\nSara laughed again, and then a big sigh\n\n\"Well, thanks for getting him home safely at least - you're a good friend\"\n\n\"No problems, least I could do for my oldest mate. Hey, by the way - he gave me something. Insisted I have it. Can you look after it until he wakes up?\"I grabbed the card, and handed it over. \n\nSara took it, and then gave a little gasp\n\n\"Do you know what this is?\"\n\nI shrugged \"No, I didn't look at it. Jon was very insistent I have it, made me promise I'd use it\"\n\nA shy, mischievous smile crept across Sara's face as she turned it so I could see what the text said\n\n\\*\"This card entitles the bearer to one free blowjob\"\\*\"\n\nohh, shit Sara... I-I didn't... Jon never...\"\n\nSara just giggled, eyes never leaving my gaze\n\n\"When Jon and I first got together, I was really nervous about sucking him off. I'd had another boyfriend who had been... well, let's just say that he made me feel like I couldn't do it.\" \n\nShe took a breath, and continued \n\n\"Jon, being the sweet guy that he was, told me it was ok and that it didn't matter. He said he'd happily go his whole life without another blowie, as long as he could spend it with me. That was part of the reason I fell in love with him. What man would willingly give up blowjobs, huh?\"\n\nI could believe it. Jon really was such a good guy.\n\n\"Anyway, we got married - I'm sure you remember, you were the Best Man that day. All that time we were dating, I only sucked Jon off twice, and I ended up crying both times. But we were married now, and I wanted to be the wife that he deserved...\"\n\nSara held the small card up in one hand\n\n\"I had a pile of these printed. I gave one to J everytime he did something kind or nice for me, and I made myself learn. I watched some seriously filthy porn, I practiced with a toy, I practiced on Jon... and now I love it. You could even say I've become a little obsessed with it\"\n\nShe took a small step towards me\n\n\"Jon and I have been talking about how hot it would be if I could suck off other men too...\"\n\nAnother step closer, close enough that I could kiss her\n\n\"He gave you this card. He told you to use it. He even told me to look after you when he came in the house\"\n\nShe looked up at me with beautiful big green eyes and a playful smile\n\n\"So... the question is: do you want me to blow you now, or are you going to come back tomorrow?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: My unaware wife gets claimed as prize after losing a game (can be sports, pool, cards) | [
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"content": "\"Don't touch me,\" my wife protested. \n\nI was listening in through a phone that I had kept in the bedroom before leaving the house.\n\n\"I just want to hold you, don't be afraid,\" it was the man in the bedroom with my wife who spoke.\n\nI had instructed her that if she were to refuse his advances, he'd come at us with all his friends and destroy our lives. After all, I had lost her fair and square. \n\n\"I'm not gonna do anything sexual.\" my wife spoke in an unwavering voice.\n\nWe had a long argument and fight in the morning. She had complained that she didn't \"belong\" to me or anyone. She cried and gave in saying she was doing only to save our lives. \n\n\"Don't you like me caressing your arms like that?\" the man asked confidently.\n\nThe man was dangerous and I had been stupid to let my winning streak make me overconfident enough to bet her against some thousand dollars in a game of cards. \n\nThere were some shuffling voices, then the bed squeaked a bit as they sat.\n\nI wondered if she had all her clothes on still. \n\n\"C'mon just a bit.\" the man spoke, \"lift it up.\"\n\nI wished it was just the top he was talking about. *She could remove the top, it wouldn't be that bad.* She wears bikinis in public.\n\n\"No,\" my wife protested weekly, knowing it was useless. \n\nShe didn't know I was listening in. \n\n\"No, stop.\" my wife spoke louder this time, but it was followed by even stronger shuffling on the mattress as the sheets grazed and swept against their clothes and skin. \n\n\"You close your eyes. Let my tongue do all the work.\"\n\nMy wife was silent while there were distinct sounds of kissing that followed. \n\n\"Your body loves it, nipps don't lie.\"\n\nThat swine had already started sucking my wife's breasts. I instinctively reduced the volume of the phone and cursed myself. I was thinking of stopping it before it gets worse.\n\nI started driving my car back to my house.\n\nI turned up the volume again. There were slight audible movements but I couldn't discern anything, until I heard him again.\n\n\"Yeah. Suck it. You're such a naughty slut.\"\n\nThat did it. The image of my wife sucking his dick was too much for me. It didn't matter if she was doing it willingly. \n\nI pushed on the pedal.\n\n\"Oh yeah. You dirty whore.\"\n\nI crossed a red light.\n\n\"Suck the balls...Just like that.\"\n\nI hadn't drove that fast ever.\n\n\"Now baby. We don't want to finish so soon. Do we? Relax.\"\n\nI got out of the car and rushed to the house. \n\n\"Your ass is so plump. So tempting. Fuck yeah.\"\n\nI got in not caring much for the noise.\n\n\"Raise your legs like a good girl.\"\n\nI threw the door open. The man grabbed me by my neck and pinned me on the bed swiftly. He tied my hands behind me.\n\n\"Listen you imbecile. I'm gonna use your woman. And you'll have to watch. If you tried even lifting your head, I'm gonna tear you a new asshole. You understand?\"\n\nI didn't respond. I looked at my wife, who was afraid and confused sitting not far from me. She had nothing on, neither did the guy. \n\nHe grabbed her legs and pulled her to lie on her back. He climbed over her. She raised her legs.\n\nWith each stroke the bed squeaked. \n\nWith each stroke she moaned.\n\nSqueaking got louder.\n\nHer moan got louder.\n\n\"Yes.\" she cried. \n\n\"Love my dick?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Is mine bigger?\"\n\n\"Mmmm\" she moaned.\n\n\"Answer me. Is my dick bigger than your husband's?\"\n\n\"Mmm ... Ow ... Mmm ... Yes.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After being reprimanded one too many times for respecting women too much, he was ordered to several weeks of Insensitivity Training. | [
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"content": "\r\"No no NO! Jeremiah we've been through this!\"\r \n\r \nAn abrupt stop saw a the strong and feminine hand come down and peel off his hands from the woman's supple face.\r \n\r \n\"Remember the rhyme! Cunt and throat not caress and stroke! How many times must we tell you!\"\r \n\r \nThe head mistress was in an especially agitated mood this morning and paced the fuck-hall impatiently. Behind her stood a variety of the best-quality sluts the state could produce, all standing awaiting their turn. And they would each get their turn. They ranged from tall Amazonians to short-stack nymphs. Cheerleaders to tomboy thots. E-girl to Goth. All hanging onto the Master Mother's very word. \n\nHer face was white with frustration, though her exquisite layer of whorish fake lashes, filler lips, painted-on freckles painted makeup and well-conditioned slut-training hid the anger.\n\n\r \nThe twinkle of a little slut dripping in neon lingerie and 2\" eyeliner wings slipped out of Jeremiah's soft hands and slinked out of the room. Jeremiah however stood dazed and confused at yet another misstep in his state-mandated training. \"Oh I'm sorry Master Mistress, I think I saw her so happy so I sort of held her cheek and wanted to give it a kiss\".\n\n\n\n\"A KISS! Faces are for slapping and spitting on! I... AaaaaGAIN!\"\n\nBewildered but ignorant, Jeremiah stood still as he was told. At 5'11\", the human boythot hadn't processed each instruction with the respect it deserved, but knew better than to argue with the head mistress. \n\nThe Master Mother snapped her fingers to pull two oil-coated whores to attention.\r \n\r \n\"Watch the demonstration again, please.\" lashed her tongue.\r \n\r \nIn perfect harmony, the next two whores broke formation and ran to place. One was dressed in a skimpy little cheerleader outfit - simply adorned \"CHEER\". The other wore a breast-spilling bikini top, luscious blonde hair and her allocated strap on. Both women assumed the starting position- The cheerleader dropped to her knees as she was gripped by the throat, and the 7\" beastly dildo rested calmly at her glistening, plump lips.\n\nA sharp command beckoned: \"Again please girls!\" At the command of the Master Mother, the dominant woman pushed through the sub servants mouth so hard as to push her to the ground. Her pristine cheerleader outfit was instantly covered with a spluttering of face-ramming, pelvis crushing, pinning of her the willing throat to the ground.\n\nJerimiah stood staring, knowing full well the debauchery he would soon join in on.."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's going to be a long journey, and space is quite limited. Your Bio-Adaptive and Response suit is designed to take care of all of your needs. Yes, even that one... | [
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"content": "It was no surprise that suits would help to placate all travellers needs. The engineers had the phrase \"a happy space farer is a satisfied space farer\". Well a happy ending is what I needed right now.\n\nI *knew* this, but I underestimated it all the same. You see, the Bio-Adaptive and Response (BAR) suit had been like a second skin for me for the last 3 months. It catered for all my needs, but it was only recently that a fellow female astronaut - Alice - was pulled from her statis that I grew restless. We had a good, flirty and often overtly sexual friendship but all inter-astronaughty relationships were prohibited. Well my BAR suit first tried calming me, then modifying my food intake to account for the rising hormones. Using it's neural link connection it would try to relieve me during my sleep by broadcasting my hottest memories in my nightly sleep. But the sight of her skin tight, curvaceous suit bore itself into my prefrontal cortex like a barbed hook. The way Alice looked at me. Did she feel the same? Could we break that cardinal rule? No amount of distraction would shake her from my mind. Until.. until my BAR took the matter into its own hands.\n\nThat damned neural link apparently could read more than just my bio stats. It could read much deeper subconscious thoughts I wasn't even aware of.\n\nI remember it was about 23 standard hours late when I was far too hot, horny and restless in bed. I was on the precipice of sending *her* an instant-comms message that I felt it. My BAR suit began to pump dopamine and oxytocin into my blood stream. My fists clenched with the wave of pleasure and desire washing over me. My body bucked under such intensity, and I let out the only little breathy moan my body could manage. My gasp felt like the fleeting opportunity to breath though such buckling sexual drive. As I drew that breath, I could feel every inch of myself drawing in a much deeper desire. \n\nMy BAR started to synthesize and feed the sweetest nothings into my ear. \"Fuck me, you're so excited for me\", and \"yes, yes!\" filled my mind. The voice was Alice's but.. different. It's as if my BAR took her voice and seasoned it with every past lover of mine. Her scent poured over me as mental images of each breathtaking memory flooded to the fore. The SR-147-Repair-Replace tasking where she partially unzipped her suit \"to let her cool down\". Her cleavage beaded with the glistening of sweat. I could almost taste her nipples on my tongue.\n\nOr SR-099-Restock when Alice \"accidentally\" grinded her cury, bubblebutt ass against my crouch when picking up the Dz modulators in the confined stockroom.\n\nHer ass.. the thought alone had my blood bubbling with excitement. In that instant the sensation and rush of her grasping my hair and plunging my face into her ass was tangible. The BAR! My suit was seeding then emulating every single desire as it flashed in my mind. Pushing me to lust over the dirtiest thoughts I've not yet had.\n\nMy cock pulsated with each stroke the BAR gave, as it rippled and stroked it. My ass cheeks gripped by the suit like two firm, horny hands. \"Fuck me, fuck me now..fuck me and cum. Cum for me!\" plead the phantom Alice in my mind. \n\nMy chest was heaving with each heavy breath. This happy ending was building with such force I was worried I'd hurt myself. That is, I would have thought that had I not been so encompassed by depraved desires.\n\nThe suit around my neck clamped down as if a horny little Alice was gripping it herself. I guess I fucking like that now. My horny spit drooled from my lips as my eyes glazed over. Alice filled my mind. It felt like her wet pussy was grinding along my cock. Her ass smothering my face. Her breasts and nipples between my fingers. Her tongue dancing, teasingly, over my asshole. Every perverted, depraved wish was a wash in this moment.\n\n\"Cum for me\" echoed again and again in my ears as my whole body felt the crescendo of pleasure forming. Each of \"Alice's\" actions bore down on me harder and harder. Each breath, each heart beat raced faster and faster and faster and faster and - oh aafuck! FUCK!\n\nThe quivering pleasure! It bordered on pain as it filled my body. My skin crawled with shivering reverberations of my orgasm.\nMy gooned brain virtual turned off for several minutes whilst I drifted - softly - to sleep.\n\n-----\n\n\nI woke up with spring in my step the next morning. Whatever unrest that was brewing had been squashed, and a new day was upon me. I wasn't even bothered when the oft arousing SR-302-SteamCleanShowers was assigned to Alice and I. The work went well and time drifted by.\n\n\n\"What's that wry smile you've had on your face?\" poked a flirty Alice. I brushed it off, \"I'm just having a good day - like every day\". \n\n\"Mmhmm, well I'm glad. Give me a hand with this, won't ya?\" as she snatches my pen-stylus to press into her lips and bite.\n\nA quick spin and she \"naively\" but seductively bends over to get the next box of chemicals.\n\n\nThat was the instant that I realised. I saw the exact same wry smile on Alice. The same satisfied, lust-quenching look. The same look she's had for weeks.. the same look my BAR suit would have me thinking about later that night.."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The femboy sex bot his friend(s) got him was meant to be a gag gift... | [
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"content": "Zack groaned and rolled over in his bed. He was in for a rough morning after the previous night. Still, he and the boys had had a great time. What started with casual day drinking and a barbeque had become a rockin' house party. Booze, tits and gifts had made for a pretty memorable birthday.\n\nWater ran in his bathroom, he wasn't alone.\n\nThe buff young college grad tried to remember if he'd hooked up with anyone the night before, but nothing really sexual had happened. There was flashing, some grinding and that stupid sex doll his friends had given him for a laugh. That was it.\n\n\"Good morning?\"\n\nHis mind raced while waiting for a response. Maybe he didn't hook up with anyone. Maybe the person in his washroom had crashed there the night before. Maybe they were just cleaning up before they took off.\n\n\"You doing all right in there?\"\n\nZack slowly opened the door to take a peek inside. There he saw a someone whom he did not know, but still somehow struck him as being familiar. They were short. Slender. Their features were soft. On their head was a tangled mass of dark curls and below that was...\n\n\"Oh shit, sorry bro. You need a fresh set of clothes?\"\n\n...nothing. The rather feminine stranger was nude and clearly a man.\n\n\"I- umm, sure? Sure. Yes please.\"\n\nEven the strangers voice lacked the masculine strength that came naturally to Zack and his bros. The man tried to place his guest while fetching a t shirt and sweat pants. He was sure he'd seen the young man before, but he had no idea where.\n\nClothes were passed around the door. A moment later the stranger emerged. All five feet of him. His round face was freshly washed. His perfect skin still glistening. Big blue eyes looked up at Zack. Pink lips parted to speak.\n\n\"Thanks. For everything, I mean. Not just the clothes. If there's anything I can do for you just let me know. Anything at all.\"\n\nZack scratched his head.\n\n\"Cool? I'm sure it's fine, don't worry about it.\"\n\nTears welled in feminine eyes. Soft arms wrapped around Zacks midsection. The stranger held him as tightly as they could.\n\n\"I can't believe how lucky I am to have been given to someone so selfless. Someone who'd give their birthday wish away like that.\"\n\n\"Wish?\"\n\nHe'd blown out candles on a titty shaped cake, but he hadn't made any wishes. Not then, at least. His memory jogged.\n\n\"I wish I were a real boy.\" He'd jokingly said while holding the inflatable sex doll. \"I wish you were too, buddy. I could use a new roommate.\"\n\nGears turned in Zack head. A lightbulb tried to illuminate. There was something there, an impossibility he couldn't help but accept. He had seen the young man before. The night before! But...\n\n\"Uhh, what's your name?\"\n\nBlue eyes looked up at him.\n\n\"Buddy. I'm your new roommate.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Three choices. A coffin of tongues, a hall of hands, or a pit of thighs. No way back, and time was ticking. | [
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"content": "The old mansion stood tall and ominous in the dark woods, casting a long shadow that seemed to extend forever. You were lost and cold, seeking refuge from the storm that had been brewing all evening. As you approached, a chill ran down your spine. The house had an eerie aura, an ancient malevolence that seemed to lurk within its walls.\n\nDesperate for shelter, you stepped onto the porch, the rain pelting down harder now. The door creaked open with a groan, and you stepped inside, shivering as the cold air washed over you. You decided to search for anyone home.\n\nAs you explored the mansion, you came across a room with three doors. Each had a small plaque with a single word etched into it: \"tongues,\" \"hands,\" and \"thighs.\" You wondered what they could mean, each one grabbing your curiosity.\n\nYou hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should just leave and brave the storm. But something deep inside you urged you to go on, to explore the depths of the mansion. You took a deep breath and opened the door labelled \"tongues.\"\n\nInside, you found a coffin draped in black velvet, strange symbols etched into the wood. You hesitated for a moment before opening it, but your curiosity got the better of you.\n\nThe sight that greeted you was horrific. Inside the coffin were dozens of tongues, all writhing and squirming as if they were alive. They had been severed from their owners, and the pain and terror they must have experienced were etched into their twisted mannerisms.\n\nYou tried to back away, but the door slammed shut behind you. You were trapped, and the tongues were coming closer, as if they were reaching for you with their desperate wriggling. You tried to run, but with nowhere to go, they enveloped you, and you felt their slimy texture against your skin.\n\nAs the tongues caressed you, you felt a strange pleasure building inside you. They moved with expert precision, teasing and tantalizing you in ways you never thought possible. The pain and fear you had felt moments before dissipated, replaced by a growing desire that consumed you.\n\nThe tongues explored every inch of your body, moving with a fluidity that was both sensual and erotic. As they brushed against your most sensitive areas, you felt a growing pleasure building inside you. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but moan with delight.\n\nAs you were pulled deeper into the coffin, the tongues continued their expert ministrations. As the pleasure built higher and higher, you felt a wave of ecstasy wash over you, leaving you gasping for air. The sensation was almost overwhelming, a perfect storm of pleasure that left you feeling weak and helpless.\n\nAs the pleasure continued, you could feel yourself slipping away, losing touch with reality as the tongues took over. You knew that you were in grave danger, but you were powerless to resist their seductive call.\n\nYou never did get to go to the other rooms. You never got to find out who lived here. But you no longer cared. The tongues had pleased you beyond your wildest dreams, and you were content to stay in their embrace forever."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was sweet as sugar and wholesome as a butterfly. She also loved to tie cute boys up and absolutely milk the cum out of them until they were quivering heaps... | [
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"content": "Lily was always a bit of a mystery to those around her. She had a sweet and innocent demeanor that made people feel at ease, but there was something about her that suggested there was more to her than met the eye.\n\nGrowing up in a small town, Lily always felt like an outsider. She was different from the other girls, more interested in books and art than boys and makeup. She was content to keep to herself, but she always felt like there was something missing.\n\nAs she got older, she started to explore her sexuality more. She had a few casual flings here and there, but none of them ever seemed to satisfy her completely. She began to realize that she was drawn to the idea of domination and submission, but she didn't know how to explore that side of herself.\n\nOne day, she stumbled upon a BDSM website, and everything changed. She devoured the articles and videos, feeling a sense of excitement and curiosity that she had never experienced before. She began to experiment with tying up her partners, and she quickly discovered that she had a natural talent for domination.\n\nDespite her growing confidence, Lily still struggled with feelings of shame and guilt. She worried that she was deviant or abnormal, and she kept her activities a secret from everyone she knew.\n\nBut as she continued to explore the BDSM community, she met other people who shared her interests and accepted her for who she was. She began to realize that there was nothing wrong with her desires, and she started to embrace them more fully.\n\nLily loved nothing more than meeting new men and tying them up, milking them for all they were worth until they were quivering heaps. She felt a sense of power and excitement that she never thought was possible, and she knew that she was finally living her true life.\n\nIt was a Friday night, and Lily was at her favorite BDSM club, looking for her next conquest. She was scanning the room when she saw a tall, handsome man sitting at the bar. He had broad shoulders and dark hair, and she could tell just by looking at him that he was submissive.\n\nLily made her way over to him and took a seat on the stool next to him. \"Hey there,\" she said, flashing him a coy smile. \"I'm Lily.\"\n\nTyler looked up at her, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. \"Hi, I'm Tyler,\" he replied.\n\nLily could tell that Tyler was new to the BDSM scene, but she could also sense a deep yearning within him. \"Are you here to explore your submissive side?\" she asked.\n\nTyler nodded, his cheeks turning a faint shade of red. \"I've always been interested in it, but I've never had the chance to explore it before.\"\n\nLily could feel a sense of excitement building within her. She loved nothing more than introducing new people to the world of BDSM. \"Would you like me to show you the ropes?\" she asked, her voice low and sultry.\n\nTyler looked up at her, a mix of excitement and fear in his eyes. \"Yes,\" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.\n\nLily took Tyler by the hand and led him to a private room in the back of the club. She instructed him to strip down to his underwear, and she began to tie him up with ropes, her movements practiced and confident.\n\nAs she worked, she could feel the heat between them growing. She knew that Tyler was enjoying himself, and she was enjoying herself too. When she was finished tying him up, she leaned in close to him and whispered in his ear, \"Are you ready to experience true submission?\"\n\nTyler nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. And with that, Lily began to explore every inch of his body, pushing him to the brink of ecstasy and bringing him back again and again until he was a quivering, panting mess.\n\nLily could sense Tyler's desire building as she explored his body, and she pushed him to the edge of orgasm before denying him release, bringing him back down to a state of heightened arousal. Tyler's eyes conveyed a mixture of pleasure and desperation, and Lily reveled in the power she held over him.\n\nAs Tyler's arousal continued to build, Lily could see the intensity of his desire in his eyes. She knew that he was begging for release, but she also knew that denying him that release would only make his pleasure even more intense.\n\nLily continued to tease and explore his body, bringing him to the brink of orgasm again and again before denying him release each time. She loved the way he writhed and moaned beneath her touch, and she could feel her own desire growing with every passing moment.\n\nFinally, after what felt like an eternity, Lily decided that it was time to grant Tyler the release he so desperately craved. She leaned in close to him and whispered in his ear, \"Are you ready to cum for me?\"\n\nTyler could barely nod his head, his body trembling with desire. And with that, Lily began to milk him for all he was worth, pushing him over the edge and sending him spiraling into a state of pure ecstasy.\n\nAs Tyler collapsed beneath her, spent and satisfied, Lily looked down at him with a sense of pride and satisfaction. She knew that she had given him an experience that he would never forget, and she could feel the power of her own desire coursing through her veins.\n\nAnd as they lay there together, wrapped up in each other's arms, Lily knew that she had found something special with Tyler. He may have been just another conquest at the club, but he had touched her in a way that no one else ever had before."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: {Incest} As a superhero, you get the occasional comment that you and your supervillain rival should hook up. They don’t realize that you two are related. You didn’t realize that she started the rumors herself. | [
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"content": "It always ended the same way. Crimson Fire unleashed chaos in the city, Blue Fire arrived immediately to stop her, the two fought furiously, a few blows here and there, a few bursts of energy and fire and when all seemed lost for the peaceful inhabitants of the city, their hero emerged victorious from the battlefield. Although disappointed because the young villainess always escaped from him, taking advantage of the confusion that she herself caused. \n\nAnd inevitably, the conversation was always the same after every fight:\n\n\"That girl always does the same thing to you, dude.\" His superhero colleagues would tell him, \"She probably provokes you because she likes you...(laughs)\" \n\nBlue Fire would only laugh nervously along with them and abruptly end the conversation. He couldn't tell them the truth. Not after Crimson Fire introduced herself as one of the many super-powered threats that plagued the world, along with the rest of the villains, alien conquerors and killer robots that superheroes relentlessly faced every day. How could he tell them that that girl was his younger sister, created along with him as the next step in an artificial human evolution. How could he tell them that he chose to defend the world while she decided to take revenge on it for artificially altering her for a selfish cause. But amidst it all, there was something he didn't fully understand. Where did the rumors that they liked each other come from? And why everyone tries to hook them up? That didn't make sense to him.\n\nWhile chatting with MetalMan and LightBeam, Blue Fire took the opportunity to ask them veiled questions about where such speculation came from. At first, the two heroes evaded answering, but eventually, Blue Fire managed to figure out a couple of clues as to why.\n\n\"Isn't it obvious?\" replied the metallic guardian, \"She only fights you, she always ignores us.\"\n\n\"Besides,\" continued the hero of living light, \"She told Solara herself that only you interest her. No one else. She refused to fight her, even though Solara is the strongest hero in the world. She just walked away and left her there. I just thought there was something going on between you two. I didn't know it was a one-sided thing.\"\n\n\"Chill out, dude. It's not the first time a villainess has become infatuated with a hero. The same thing happened to Night Shade and you see what happened there. He married her.\" MetalMan joked.\n\n\"Although if I was wooed by a villainess like Dark Locket, I'd marry her too.\" LightBeam laughed. \"Besides Crimson is pretty cute. And I don't like girls with bob cuts. Oh, and what a body she has... How come villainesses always have gorgeous legs and tiny outfits? Stingray has a full body outfit, and she's an aquatic hero! I don't understand that logic!\"\n\nBlue Fire considered for a moment changing his group of friends. But at least he now had an idea why all of them had the wrong idea about him and his sister. He just had to confront her about it. It didn't take him long to find her. In the evenings she is always gazing out over the bay. At the place where they were both created, now in ruins. \n\n\"It's the only place in the whole world where you're calm, isn't it?\" the hero asked.\n\n\"I like the sea. The murmur of the ocean. It's beautiful and peaceful. Quite the opposite of your 'beloved' city.\" Said the girl.\n\n\"Speaking of love, why did you tell Solara that only I interested you? Now all the heroes think we're a couple or something. Do you know how embarrassing it is that everyone thinks my sister the villain likes me?\".\n\n\"You don't actually know if we're actually related, do you? I don't think you remember much of what we were like before they experimented on us, do you? Maybe we're not even related. Maybe we're just siblings because we were created at the same time. Good luck getting DNA to make the comparison.\" \n\n\"Wait a minute... You really like me... that way?\" \n\n\"You say it as if I disgust you.... Oh. No. Are you gay?\"\n\n\"No! It's just that... For me we're just siblings. I've known you since I woke up in that lab. It's not that I don't find you attractive or anything, but it's just that...\"\n\n\"Geez. We should have talked a long time ago... What a fool. I must have made the worst fool of myself. I should have shut my big mouth...\"\n\n\"Uh? Is something wrong? Are you all right...?\"\n\n\"I REALLY LOVE YOU, YOU IDIOT! I'VE LOVED YOU SINCE I WOKE UP IN THAT PLACE! I'VE WANTED YOU TO BE WITH ME SINCE DAY ONE! WHY DO YOU THINK I'M DOING ALL THIS?!\" the girl sobbed and then burst into tears.\n\n\"Uh...? If it's any consolation, I haven't told anyone about our origin. I didn't tell anyone about my belief of being siblings. To the entire superhuman community, we're enemies and to some, if not all of my friends, we're lovers or something.\"\n\n\"Do your friends really think I'm something like your girlfriend? You're not kidding just to make me feel better?\" She said through tears.\n\n\"No, I'm not kidding at all. You gave them plenty of reasons to believe it. Now I guess I do look like an idiot for making you cry. I'm sorry, I really am. I had no idea what I meant to you. Please forgive me.\"\n\n\"That means there's still hope? That's why you're a hero, isn't it?\" She said wiping away her tears. She stood up and approached the hero. She hugged him tightly and suddenly, kissed him. They both kissed passionately. She only broke the kiss to tell him, \"You definitely don't kiss like a brother...\"\n\nThey both stood there, gazing at the sunset well into the night. They looked at each other for a long time. Maybe they would give each other a chance to start dating and then some. They had already played too much at being enemies not to try it out. At least this way the city and its inhabitants and buildings would appreciate it. \n\n\"Did you know that one of our creators' intentions was for the two of us to procreate?\" she said.\n\n\"Really...?\"\n\n\"We do have a lot to talk about...\""
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"content": "#Fuck Around and Find Out:\n\n*[Part 1 of maybe X, please provide feedback]*\n\nAt 22 years old Amilee recently realized she was\njust built different after a night of pot and several trays of brownies. Every excess calorie she got just turned into breastmilk, making her tits grow, with the occasional side-effect. Over the next several months Amilee would work overtime as a fast food worker while finishing her degree in crane operation. Then she spent two years in on-the-job training becoming a Crane Operator. During all of this however she spent her overtime money on all different kinds of food to experiment with her biology. As this went on Amilee noticed her body was changing from incredibly skinny to more curvy and athletic, developing an hourglass figure and a round, heart shaped bubble butt. On top of this she felt increasingly stronger, tougher, faster, even gaining enhanced reflexes. She found that using a breast pump to extract a lot of her milk reduced the size of them, which led to her developing a breastfeeding kink. Only downside to all of this was having to get many different sized bras, of which all were made from a liquid resistant material to combat the almost never-ending lactation....\n\nIn under 3 years Amilee went from unremarkable to superhuman with a stable income. She was finally ready to get out there and find someone with an insatiable love of milk and a sex drive to match her own. **It took her until the age of 27** after many dates, a few failed relationships, punching an aggressive pervert through a brick wall into a dumpster, a lot of breastfeeding, sex, and six weeks of crushing on her new next-door neighbor: **Drew.** He was an introverted accountant, average across the board except for his love of milk, but kind of clumsy and semi-blind to being hit on. One morning though Amilee got a lightbulb of an idea while eating an entire watermelon in bed. She realized that the window of Drew's home office lined up perfectly with her bathroom window; **But more importantly, her bathtub.** In her pink bunny hooded onesie that could barely contain her currently E-Cup milk mountains Amilee sauntered out to her mailbox, pretending to read her mail as she eyed Drew's office window. Jeez he was already at his desk in front of the window, head turned to his monitor while typing away. It was open though hehe, perfect.\n\nAmilee prepared her shower, drew the curtains back and opened her window wide open. With her back to the window she slowly stripped down, pausing bent over with her last sock *almost* off, and suddenly looked at the window. He was blushing, mouth half open at the sight of her 6'6\" well tanned behind, yet frozen in place. Amilee finished removing that sock, wiggling in a little jig as she delighted in him watching; But she pretended to be unaware of his gaze, taking an actual shower for a while, until after rinsing off post-soaping. She played with her tits, massaging them and occasionally squeezing to squirt out some milk, giggling with lusting glee all the while. Amilee got carried away though, eventually raising one knee against the tiled bathtub wall and playing with herself. She moaned and smiled, closing her eyes as she thought of riding him as he sucked away on her breasts. After awhile Amilee swung her raised knee back down, knees buckling out as she fell on her ass in a full body orgasm, sighing very loudly in bliss. She opened one eye, locking stares with drew, and winked as a big smile grew on her face. Drew turned beet-red with embarrassed horror at the realization of her knowing he watched and drew his curtains. Amilee got up, putting on only some pink slippers as she waltzed happily to her giant freezer, picking out a family-sized box of lasagna and relishing in what she had further planned...\n\nDrew was in his living room, watching a movie on his big screen while snacking on homemade popcorn. A lady with a large rack entered the scene, reminding him of Amilee, his MILF-like neighbor that he found attractive *and* intimidating. As Drew recalled what happened this morning his doorbell rang, and a knock was heard. He approached the door nervous but not alarmed, as he assumed his package was finally delivered. It was supposed to arrive *'by 8:00pm'* according to th- **His 5'7\" frame froze like a deer in headlights, his face level with Amilee's now H-Cup chest.** Slowly he looked up at her, a happy smile across her face, her arms behind her back. With a short giggle Amilee puffed her chest out and brought her arms out from behind her, package in hand as she greeted him in a sultry voice, *\"Hehe hiii Drew, I think the mailman delivered to the wrong address, so I figured I'd bring it to you haha! Ooo is that 'War Stars' I hear in your living room?? Mind if IIIIII watch it with you?\"* She smiled even brighter with the last question, melting the panicked *'no'* Drew was about to stammer out into a *'o-oh sure, c'mon i-in!'*\n\nThe two started on opposite sides of the couch, but by the time the movie was over Amilee was on Drew's end of the couch with him in her lap, his head in between her boobs. She had confessed her crush on him during the credits, changing his perception of her and to both of their' relief he accepted her crush. Amilee had his smaller hands resting in hers as the TV went into sleep mode from inactivity. Drew felt safe and cushioned in her embrace, leaning his head on her left boob like a pillow. He fell asleep like a baby, which made her laugh as she stood up holding him in a bridal carry. Amilee brought him to his bedroom, and placed him gently on one side of the bed. She was glad to learn he was a heavy sleeper as she undressed them both, sliding under the covers with him in her arms. Amilee quickly fell asleep, giggling briefly at the poking sensation from Drew's boner.\n\nHe awoke feeling warm and held, realizing that last night really did happen, and that while asleep her hand was firmly grasping his shaft. It... Felt good, good enough that he started slowly thrusting. Gradually Amilee woke up, smiling as she pulled him in close, hand still on his dick. Blushing she kissed him and guided him to her right breast asking if he was hungry. He knew, and agreed, going to town immediately as the two grew hornier. Amilee grabbed him, turning onto her back as she placed him on top of her. The two started fucking, Drew guzzling away as she moaned with ecstasy. Their' casual morning sex turned into rough sex as she told him to go harder and faster. Amilee was ecstatic as they came at the same time, and she swapped him to her other breast as he got a second wind. This time they changed to various positions, but Drew came again, and the two fell asleep entangled, spent, and happy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She read the passage again and again — the ritual was clear, ...it required the sacrificial loss of her virginity. Her thoughts raced through the remaining possibilities at hand — and then suddenly, it hit her. *I DO have one form of virginity left, let's see if that works.* | [
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"content": "Eric was reading a book in the other room when Tiffany found him.\n\n\"I need you to do me a favor,\" she said.\n\n\"That depends on what it is,\" he said. \n\n\"The usual--I'm summoning another demon,\" she said.\n\nHe frowned. \"Tiffany, that doesn't make any sense. You sacrificed your normal virginity years ago. Then your anal virginity. Your oral virginity was gone before I met you. Then your double penetration virginity. And your triple penetration virginity. Then your hotdogging virginity in about four different body areas. Then your pegging virginity. What's left?\"\n\n\"It's going to be a bit awkward--but I do have more holes, you know,\" she said, blushing.\n\nHe frowned again. \"What holes are you talking about? I don't think your nose has been a virgin since you got cum in it--and that happens all the time now.\"\n\nShe shook her head, then looked to the side and pointed at her large left ear. Eric look confused for a moment, then his eyes grew wide.\n\n\"Oh, no. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard of. I don't understand how you can come up with this shit,\" he said.\n\n\"Well, a penis has never been into either of my ears,\" she said reasonably.\n\n\"With good reason! Penises don't fit into ears!\"\n\n\"They will if you shrink them down,\" she said. \"We've done temporary bodychanging spells for years. The spellform is simple, and you just need a string and a little saltwater. Remember, we fixed Janet's hands just last week.\"\n\nEric shook his head again. \"So you're proposing that you shrink down my dick into what, the size of a Q-tip? No thanks.\"\n\n\"I'll bake you brownies--*special* brownies,\" she said.\n\nEric's eyes grew wide again. \"The kind with the caramel?\"\n\n\"Mmm-hmm,\" she said with a wicked smile.\n\n\\*\n\nTiffany shook her head. It hadn't felt bad having Eric's taught body so close to her as he stood beside her on the alter, desperately pounding her ear, but now the semen in her ear was more annoying than an earful of water.\n\n\"I have to say--that is probably the strangest way that anyone has tried to summon me,\" said the crow-faced demon man as he materialized behind the altar. \"I like the way you think.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every workplace has a new position opened; the Subservient. A person who walks around naked is exclusively of free use to the employees there. | [
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"content": "I didn't think I would get hired by the Red Rose Company as they were a nearly 100% female company, but after I got a call from them saying a new position as open and that I'd be a perfect fit. I agree to it without ever asking what the position entailed. \n\nOn Monday I came in and the secretary immediately got up and led me to a locker room to change. She chuckled as she handed me an empty back and said that it was my uniform. \n\nI looked at her confused for a minute till she explained that I was going to be the company's subservient and what that meant as far as work. I look at her then begins undressing. \n\nHer chuckle goes away as my clothes come off. She looks at my body lustfully. She moves closer to me and runs her hand down my muscular chest and stomach to my throbbing hard cock. \n\nShe licks her lips before lifting her skirt showing that she isn't wearing any panties. Her tight clean shaven pussy dripping wet and ready to be played with. She bends over one of the bench in the room then asks \"Can you give me a quickie?\".\n\nI nod quickly. I grab her hips and slide my cock into her pussy making her moan as she grips the bench as I start thrusting hard and fast. She arches her back and moans louder \"YES YES JUST LIKE TTTTHAT\".\n\nI slap her ass making her clench down around my cock and moans more. I grab her wrist lifting her off the bench as I start pounding into her. Damn it feels so good inside of her. \n\nShe squirms as my cock hits her cervix over and over. She tries to speak \"I-I'm gggggetting ccccclose pppplllease ffffill me\". I slam into her hard sending her over the edge making her squirm all over my cock as I cock deep inside of her. \n\nI give a a few more thrusts before pulling out and laying her on the bench. She stays there for a few seconds catching her breathe before sitting up. \"That was great. Now head upstairs to the CEO's office\" she says. I nod and head for the elevator.\n\n(Possible part 2 if people enjoy this)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “This is for the sake of the people…n-not because I like it…” | [
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"content": "King Damian of the werewolves looked at queen Autumn with shock. \n\n\"Are you serious?\" He said in a puzzled tone. \n\n\"I don't see any other way, Damian.\" Autumn said, trying to remain professional. \"Fox shifters and werewolves have a natural attraction to each other. If we become mates, not only will it end our war, but the women in my tribe will finally be able to mate.\" The Fox Kingdom was mainly composed of women. All of the men had died out from some unknown ailment a few years before, and the tribe was starting to suffer. \n\n\"You do understand what you're saying, right?\" Autumn nodded in response.\n\n\"I'm doing this for the sake of the people. N-not because I like it. The women need sex, or they may soon go insane.\" After she said this, Damian ripped the skimpy leather that covered her ample bosom off of her. \n\n\"Keep telling yourself that.\" He said as he pulled her leather thong off as well. Autumn felt her juices start to flow as Damian explored her body with his tongue. He soon made his way down to her pelvis, and started feasting on her womanhood. \n\n\"D-d-dont lick that...it's dir-AHHH!\" Autumn started to scream as she felt his tongue plunge into her, and felt her hips start to buck against his face. \"Oh God. Don't stop, Damian.\" Next morning, the women of the Fox tribe were shocked to see their queen giving an announcement completely naked, with the werewolf king beside her. \"My citizens.\" She called. \"I have just bonded with King Damian, and formed an alliance.\" The werewolf troops started to emerge from the forest surrounding them. \"You are all greatly encouraged to take a mate from his army.\" The girls looked shocked at this, but were secretly aroused by the men's presence. It had been some time since they had been fucked properly, and they had to sit that they felt naturally pulled to them. \"I can assure you,\" Autumn said, before the girls began to strip. \"These men know how to take care of you.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have a curse put on you: when you touch someone's skin, they instantly orgasm. | [
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"content": "Maybe I wasn't cut out for the business world.\n\nI mean, I understand that some startups fail, but how could I fail before we even pitched to investors?\n\nEverything was planned out, it was a simple enough idea to code, patent, and set up with the inheritance I got from my grandma. She was a kooky old lady who believed in gypsy curses and every gift coming \"with a price\". Her will was weird, it said \"I bestow upon you the gift of instant gratification.\"\n\nYes, it was the exact amount I needed for my business but it still took hard work!\n\nI launched the company and we grew modestly in size. I wanted to expand further into the field and come up with new products, but I needed some extra seed money.\n\n\nAs I stepped into the office in my old blazer and pencil skirt from my college internship (I must have grown a little, it hugged my curves just a little too tightly), I prepared my presentation. I had the facts and figures on my side, this was a good investment.\n\nI marched confidently to the board room and they stood up in anticipation. A middle aged man in a grey suit walked over and held out his hand. \n\n\"Ms Price it's very nice to...AH, oh\" his face contorted in some familiar pattern as his body shuddered, and he leaned against the large walnut table for support. He spasmed twice, blinked, ands hooked his head before blushing. \n\n\"I'm sorry, that was uncalled for, I need to excuse myself, please carry on.\" He was the main investor! I couldn't have him leave before my meeting started!\n\nI grabbed his arm only to hear a loud grunt and a quick apology. \"I'm sorry, this usually doesn't happen, I need to go.\" \n\n\"Please sir! Stay until the end of my pitch, I've worked too hard for this.\" He shuddered, quietly this time as my thumb brushed over his wrist, the blond hairs standing straight up. \n\nThe rest of the board was in shock, but a younger man, perhaps in his thirties with brown hair and a blue suit, motioned to an empty chair. Grey suit sheepishly sat down as well, covering the wet spot on his Armani trousers. \n\nI crossed my legs and tugged at my skirt, the hemline dangerously reaching up. Even though the lines are visible, I still should have worn underwear today. Or at least a thong. I squirmed as I felt the chill of the AC on my bare pussy. This was nerve wracking.\n\nBlue suit began when he saw I didn't know how to proceed. \"We've taken a lot of consideration into your offer Ms. Price, and we would like to sign on with a 36% stake, however we have some conditions.\" \n\n\"Such as?\" I internally laughed at the thought of pulling a Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct and seeing if that would give me what I wanted, but no that doesn't work in the real world.\n\n\"Complete control of content production and a more aggressive approach to targeted branding. We beleive this could be the next step in immersive recreational entertainment. Oculus is one thing, but mental sensors that allow you to feel the sensation of touch... We need to know you aren't pulling a fast one on us. You trust us and we will help you.\" His voice had that reassuring sitcom dad tone, his eyes were hollow.\n\nHe reached over and touched my shoulder before doubling over in what looked like both pain and pleasure, yelping. He laughed nervously, and rubbed my shoulder to try to diffuse the tension only to feel another surge. His eyes widened before trying to regain composure. \"I haven't felt one this strong since High School. Um, I guess this is a good sign. Maybe we can meet up and you can sign the papers over drinks?\"\n\n\"You two are disgusting\" The last board member who hadn't left or buried themself in a cell phone marched over to us. She was probably late forties, but looked amazing. She was tall, blonde, in better shape than I ever was in my lifetime, and wearing only Chanel.\n\n\"Ms.Price, I apologize for my colleagues actions. These men have been inconsiderate of your feelings and can't seem to control themselves around you.\" (\"Someone's jealous\" murmured one of the board behind his phone, letting out some chuckles.)\n\n She fumed, \"That's it. I'm sorry but you are going to have to leave.\" I understood and offered her a handshake, which she accepted, promptly moaning in ecstasy. She gripped my hand tighter, not letting go as her body spasmed again and again, her voice letting out guttural moans as she orgasmed two more times. Flustered, she looked at the board sternly as they began to stand up, each member eager for a handshake. \n\nAlthough I did eventually get them to sign after three handshakes a peice, it was difficult convincing them to let me leave. Although I enjoyed getting to know each and every one of them physically, some at the same time, I might be a bit of a pushover.\n\nI'm sure you'd want the details. There's not much to say. As soon as I touched them, they came. I thought it would be pointless fucking any of them, so we settled on something a bit more tame.\n\nThey asked me to stand on the table, which I obliged. A few board members noticed my exposure and although I could see some were visibly excited, this was the beginning. Grey suit wanted first dibs, and I agreed. He told me he wanted to bend over and spread myself. I did, and I was surprised to feel his tongue playing with my body, teasing my soft pink labia pulsing in heat and arousal. Some board members were already taking out their cocks and playing with themselves. Keep in mind this is a glass office building in a busy city at noon. A lot of people can see us. I love it. More board members climbed onto the table and I'm surprised it didn't collapse. One of them pulls off my blazer and they position me on all fours as Grey Suit continues with my pussy, while two of them, a man in a brown suit and a woman in a pantsuit, undo my buttons, the fabric separating them from too intense a rush but they can sense it as they grab my breasts, my nipples hardening. The man tips off my bra and two more hungrily grab my breasts. Some suck my nipples, some twist, while the woman who was angry at me mere moments ago starts licking and playing with my asshole. I'm so wet at this point, and my body reacts to the stimuli as soon enough I feel fingers. Multiple thick fingers entering my pussy, my mouth and my ass, playing with spots inside me I didn't know I even had. It feels amazing and their moans of pleasure increase in volume as we become a huddle of sweaty people. Some break off to have sex with each other, sucking, rubbing and licking other genitals before returning to me, overcome and bursting hot ropes of semen on my body. It drips and sticks to my back, my arms and my thighs. Eventually, it could have been twenty minutes or three hours, time seemed endless, we collapsed into an exhausted pile. If all deals were this easy I could expect significant growth next quarter.\n\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Breastfeeding service: A smartphone app allows you to see the locations of available girls as they go about their day, and instantly purchase a session with one. She must feed you immediately, even if there's no private place to go to. | [
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"content": "Claire looked down at her phone. With a sigh, she forced a smile.\n\n\"Sorry, sweetness, I've got to go.\" she offered, as she gathered up her things.\n\n\"LactApp?\" Lisa offered with a grin.\n\n\"Yeah.\" Claire offered with an apologetic shrug as she drained her latte. \"It pays the bills.\"\n\n\"Doesn't coffee make it into the milk, tho'?\" Lisa asked, regarding Claire's chest with curiosity, mingled with lust.\n\n\"Who gives a shit?\" Claire offered with a grin, giving Lisa a light kiss on the nose. \"It's not as if I'm feeding babies.\"\n\nClaire made her way out into the park, and quickly spotted her patron. He was a bit overweight, and sweating a little as he watched a new mother across from him feeding her child.\n\nClaire grinned as she planted herself next to him on the park bench. \"You rang?\" she offered, undoing the top button on her blouse.\n\n\"Ahah, yeah, I just –\", he panted, his eyes darting between Claire and the girl across the way. \"I'm just so hungry.\"\n\n\"All of a sudden.\" Claire suggested.\n\n\"All of a sudden.\" he confirmed.\n\n\"A strange thing, that.\" Claire offered as she started unbuttoning her blouse. She'd long given up wearing a bra, with how her size changed near-constantly, so her breasts popped out free as anything. \"Have a taste, then.\" she offered, and he greedily set to work, lapping at her nipples.\n\nHis tongue was rough on Claire's skin, as they always were, but soon she sprouted a trickle, and he clamped his mouth around her nipple, sucking eagerly. Claire rolled her eyes, and shared a commensureate look with the young mother across the parkway, offering her a wry smile.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two girls always pratice kissing on each other during slumber parties, one day they go further... | [
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"content": "It started when we were eight. Julianne and I were talking about boys, both huddled under the same blanket at bedtime. It was her idea, but I wasn't opposed. After all, it was practice. I didn't want to be inexperienced. \n\nSo we kissed. At first they were just pecks, but as we got older it progressed more into making out. It stopped when Julianne was fourteen, she got her first kiss from the first guy to ever ask her out. They ended up dating for three years until he decided he would rather kiss Laura, who lived next door to him. \n\nHe texted her to end it mere seconds before locking lips with Laura. Or, at least, that's what everyone who was at Matt's party said. \n\nJulianne didn't take the break up well. When we hung out later that night, she wouldn't stop texting him, despite my advising against it. We later came to the conclusion that he blocked her, but neither of us really found out the truth. \n\nThat whole week, she was lifeless. No make up, messy ponytail, clearly not enough sleep kind of week. If I tried to talk to her, I got mostly mumbles. But the sleepover was her idea. \n\nThe start of the weekend, we both went home together on the bus. Her mom went all out, knowing it was probably the best chance of cheering up her daughter. When we arrived she had a whole spread of snacks and sodas waiting for us. Julianne basically dove right in, completely finishing the bowl of barbeque flavored potato chips before I could sneak even a one. \n\nFor the first time that week, I got to see my friend again. Through the internet videos she showed me during the first hour, I got a pretty good recap of how she spent her week. Videos of cute cats freaking out over vegetables were a kind of medicine in themselves, I think. \n\nBut then we tried to watch the Princess Bride, and we had to stop it about half way through because Julianne \"just couldn't do romance right now,\" so her mom ordered us pizza and prescribed us both some old cowboy movies, which we watched until we were both calling each other \"pilgrim.\"\n\nThe night waned, and at the end of it were just a little bit too full, and much, much too sleepy. The kind of sleepy where our bodies were tired but our minds were still energetic. Maybe it was all that soda, but we lay in bed whispering to each other and giggling. The conversation slowly fizzled out, and all was quiet for a while. I was just about drifting off into sweet hypnogogia when she asked me if I wanted to practice kissing. \n\nMy first boyfriend was at thirteen. The charismatic transfer kid who everybody took a shine to. On a Monday, he asked me to go out with him. I said yes, because I didn't have a reason to say no. On Wednesday, he asked if I wanted to go to the movies with him on Friday. I accepted, but he cancelled the next day which was fine because I got sick over the weekend anyway. Sick enough to miss the following Monday. \n\nI get back Tuesday to find out that he told everyone he stood me up at the movies. That I wasn't sick the previous day but instead too heartbroken to show up. I found out from my friends that it was over, but for some reason, none of it really phased me. I was more confused than anything. \n\nBut I didn't try to date anyone after that. Certainly learned my lesson on accepting dates \"just because.\" Julianne knew every detail of my lacking love life, so maybe she honestly believed going back to that would help me when she asked. \n\nThat's what I was thinking, at least, at the time. Until her sleepy mouth found mine in the darkness and my mind went blank. It was pure sensation. Feeling her warmth against me, I could see neon fireworks explode in time with her lips movement. The colors sparked and rained down behind my closed eyelids. I wasn't surprised when she started using tongue, not when she gripped my hair tight, but I have to admit I was a bit shocked when her free hand led my own down to her pajama bottoms. I broke free for only a moment, in which she asked,\n\n\"Too much?\" And I shook my head as I pressed it against her one more, our kiss deepening. As I rubbed against her softly, I felt her return the favor. She was moaning now, so I got on top of her, pinning her, to try and quiet her. But it didn't work. Maybe my eyes had adjusted to the dark, but at this point I could see desperation glaze her eyes. \n\nShe needed this. \n\nI understood, and began kissing her neck while slipping my hand underneath her waistband. She was wet and warm and slippery, her hips pressed against my fingers as I was only just realizing this. I teased her outside, ignoring her whimpers and squeaks and thrusts. \nPlaying with her was much more fun than playing with myself. \n\nThe night air hit my own lower body when she hungrily pulled my shorts off. Only then did I feel how soaked I was. She had no trouble slipping inside me, so I followed suit. For a while, it was like a game. Who could make the other feel so good they'd lose focus. I won, but only by seconds, the sounds of her coming, feeling her body undulate around my fingers, and the mere idea of knowing that I had done this to her sent me over the edge. \n\nOur exchange left us panting into each other's open mouths, eyes wide in equal parts fear and disbelief. Then we kissed again, and understood that everything was okay.\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A group of friends play "transform or dare". | [
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"content": "\"You guys, come on!\" Stephanie said, pulling the door to her basement open and motioning for us to go down. We slowly trudged down. There was no point in trying to argue. She'd get her way. \n\nStepping into her basement, I could see an area had been cleared. There was a small board with a glass circle on it on a table surrounded by 6 chairs. \"What is this?\" I asked.\n\n\"This, Nick, is a new game that I found at a yard sale the other day.\" Stephanie said. \"It's called Transform or Dare.\" \n\n\"Transform or Dare?\" Tom asked. \"You mean Truth or Dare?\" \n\n\"No, Tom. I know what I said, and I meant it. This game is magic!\" Stephanie said. \n\n\"That's dumb, Steph.\" Brad said. \"There's no such thing as magic.\" \n\n\"Like, don't be mean.\" Carmen said, slapping Brad on the arm.\n\n\"Then you won't mind trying this, right?\" Stephanie asked. \"If there's no magic?\" \n\n\"I'm game...\" Mike said, shrugging. \"Can't hurt.\"\n\nCarmen, Nick, and Tom all also agreed. And then all eyes were on me. \n\n\"Uh...sure...\" I said. \"Let's do it.\" \n\n\"Great! Everyone take a chair and touch the glass in the center of the board.\" Stephanie said. She took a seat. Carmen sat to her right and I sat to her left. Mike sat next to me, then Brad and Tom between him and Carmen. We all reached in and touched the glass circle. \n\nAnd it began to glow with a strange green light. Stephanie was grinning. \n\n\"Okay then, I'll go first. Tom, Transform or dare?\" \n\n\"Uh, transform I guess? Let's start interesting.\"\n\n\"Okay. You have a bodybuilder's physique.\"\n\nWe all gasped when the light flared again, and enveloped Tom. He went from scrawny and clearly out of shape to well muscled. He was almost as big as Brad. \n\nWho, of course, stood up. \"The fuck? How did that...?\"\n\n\"Magic.\" Stephanie said. \"Don't worry, everything will go back at the end of the game. Now Tom will pick someone and offer them the same choices, then name a transformation or dare and his target has to do it. If you don't pick in 10 seconds, you get both.\"\n\nTom looked down at himself and his now tight shirt. \"Uh...okay...Carmen?\" \n\n\"Like, definitely dare.\" Carmen said. \n\n\"Okay, I dare you to...uh, take off your top.\"\n\nCarmen rolled her eyes and lifted her top off, revealing her C-cup breasts. \"You, like, always go there within the first few dares. You see more when I'm in a bikini, you know?\"\n\n\"Still a nice view.\" Brad said. \n\n\"Like, fine. Your turn Brad. Transform or Dare?\" \n\n\"Dare. Hit me.\" \n\n\"I dare you to take off your pants.\" \n\nBrad raised an eyebrow, sighed, then stood and unbuttoned his jeans. He slid them down and then kicked them off. \"No problem.\" \n\nBrad looked around the room, then his eyes settled on me. I grimaced a bit. He had never really liked me. We only associated because our groups overlapped thanks to Stephanie. \n\n\"Nick, Transform or Dare?\" \n\n\"I...I don't think we should play this, you guys. If things go to far...\" \n\n\"Just pick, nerd.\" Brad said. \n\n\"No, seriously. If we aren't careful, then...\"\n\nI stopped talking when the light turned red. \"I warned you, Nick. Now you have to take both.\" \n\nMy eyes widened. \"What, but I...\" \n\n\"That's what you get for acting like a girl, Nick.\" Brad said. \"Hmm, matter of fact the teams are looking a bit uneven.\" \n\n\"Hey, man, chill out.\" Mike said. \"Don't joke about...\"\n\n\"Who's joking? Transformation time, Nicky. Become a girl.\" \n\nThe light shot at me and enveloped me. All I could see for a moment was green. I could feel, though. And I could feel my body shift. \n\nWhen the light cleared, I looked down at myself. My brown hair had grown, now hanging around my shoulders. I could see two bumps pushing out my shirt. Not huge, but decent. Probably B-cups. \n\nMy hand shot to my crotch, and I felt...well, not nothing. Definitely not what I expected, though. \"What the hell, Brad?\" I asked, my voice much higher now.\n\n\"Hey, you should be thanking me. You look a lot better like this.\"Brad said.\n\n\"You are, like, really cute.\" Carmen said. \n\n\"Jesus, Brad...why'd you do that?\" Mike asked. \n\n\"Hey, chill out. It's temporary. Now, for your dare...\" \n\n\"Haven't you done enough?\" I asked. \n\n\"Those pants look a bit uncomfortable on you, now. And I'm feeling a bit lonely being the only one without mine. Lose the pants.\" \n\nI scowled at him, even as my body began to move. After a moment, my jeans were undone and kicked to the side. All I was wearing were my boxers and my button-up. \n\n\"Your turn, Nick.\" Stephanie said. \n\n\"I don't even want to play...\" \n\n\"No choice, now. Once we all touch the glass, we have to play till the end. But, like I said, once we finish everything will change back.\" \n\nI sighed. \"Ugh, fine.\"\n\n\"And there's no choosing the one who chose you right back.\" \n\nI deflated a but at that. \"Okay, Mike I guess.\" \n\n\"Dare. Definitely dare.\" \n\n\"I dare you to punch Brad as hard as you can in the arm.\" Mike acted quickly, belting Brad. The latter boy hissed in pain.\n\n\"Ahh, shit.\" \n\n\"Fuck you, you deserved that.\" I said. \n\nBrad glared at me, but said nothing. He just sat there rubbing his arm. \n\n\"Okay Steph.\" Mike said. \"Transform or Dare?\" \n\n\"Transform.\"\n\n\"Okay...um, let's see what you look like as a blonde.\" The light shot at Stephanie, and her brown hair became blonde. \n\n\"Really? That's the best you can do?\"\n\n\"I'm digging the variety. Two brunettes and one raven? Boring. Throw a blonde in there?\" Brad said. \n\n\"Well, if we're after more fun. Brad? Transform or Dare?\"\n\n\"Dare.\" \n\n\"I dare you to leave Nick alone for your next three turns.\"\n\n\"Fine. If you wanna waste a turn on that.\" Brad said. \"Not even my concern right now.\" \n\nI smiled at Stephanie, who smiled back. \n\n\"Mike, Transform or Dare?\" \n\n\"Duh, dare.\" Mike said. \n\n\"Okay. You should have fun with this, Mike. I dare you to act more like me. I'm enjoying this game, after all.\" \n\nMike gave Brad a confused look, then smiled. \n\nI didn't like that.\n\n\"Carmen, Transform or dare?\" \n\n\"Like, still dare.\" \n\n\"Okay.\" Mike said. \"I dare you to make out with Nick for 1 minute.\" \n\n\"What?\" Stephanie and I asked. Carmen wordlessly got up and came over to me. She straddled me, sitting on my lap. I gasped, noticing that we were about the same height now. That meant I had shrunk nearly 8 inches, to about 5'3\".\n\nI opened my mouth to tell her to stop, but she seized the opportunity and mashed her lips onto mine, her tongue pushing into my mouth. I tried to fight for a few seconds, but the game must have been affecting me and keeping me from fighting. \n\nInstead, I just closed my eyes and tried to forget about my current body. Carmen was a very hot girl, way out of my league. I should enjoy this, right?\n\nAfter what seemed like far too long and not nearly long enough, she pulled away and stood up. She walked back to her seat, leaving me breathing a bit hard. \n\n\"Well, someone liked that.\" Mike said. I looked down and could see my nipples poking through my shirt. I pulled on it to try and alleviate the problem, eliciting some chuckles from mike and Brad. \n\n\"Like, okay Tom. Transform or Dare?\" \n\n\"Uhhh, I dunno...\" Tom said.\n\n\"Just, like, pick one.\" Carmen replied, tapping her foot. \n\nTom got a faraway look in his eyes, seemingly lost in thought. After a bit, the light turned red. \n\n\"Like, okay, you need to focus. I dare you to act more like Mike and Brad, okay? At least they're paying attention and playing.\" Tom blinked a few times, shaking his head. \n\nStephanie and I just looked at each other. \n\n\"I also, like, want you to be even bigger and buffer. Like, professional body builder. Give us some eye candy.\"\n\nTom's clothes exploded off of him as he grew. He gained about 6 inches in height, bringing him to 6'3\", and muscles grew onto him. \n\nCarmen's eyes shot down and she giggle. \"I see you're, like, big everywhere, huh?\" \n\nI could feel my face heating up as I averted my gaze. \n\n\"Okay, Nick. Transform or dare?\" \n\nI grimaced. Of course he would pick me if he was acting like Mike and Brad. \"Really?\" \n\n\"Really.\"\n\n\"Okay, transform. Just change me back, and...\" \n\n\"I want you to have more T and A. A real hourglass figure.\" Tom said. \n\nI felt the light hit me, and my ass, hips, and breasts expand. My shirt was now straining, as were my underwear. \"What the hell?\"\n\n\"Much better.\" \n\nI growled and looked at Brad. \"Transform or dare?\" \n\n\"Dare.\" \n\n\"I dare you to stop being such a dick to me.\" I said. Hopefully that would trickle down to working on the others.\n\n\"Okay, sure. Steph?\"\n\n\"I think I'll go with a dare, this time. I'm beginning to get a feel for your tastes.\" \n\n\"Okay.\" Brad said. \"I dare you to act like a stereotypical blonde bimbo.\" \n\nThe light hit Stephanie, and when it cleared she was blinking a bit. \n\n\"Stephanie? Are you okay?\" \n\n\"Like, totes.\" Stephanie said. \"But, like, call me Steffie, kay?\"\n\nI could hear Brad chuckle. \"She sounds a lot like Carmen. Maybe we should have made you the blonde, huh Car?\" \n\n\"Like, knock it off, Brad.\" Carmen said. \n\n\"My turn, right? Um...Mike.\" \n\n\"Transform.\" \n\n\"Ooh, goody.\" Stepha...um, Steffie said. \"Like, you should be made a big guy, too. Like a porn star or something.\" \n\nMy mouth fell open. Why would she say porn star instead of athlete? I looked at her and could see bits of the green energy from the game crackling over her. Was it pushing her into doing things like...that?\n\nMike laughed as he grew, admiring his muscles and then touching his crotch. \n\nHis eyes raised, and he looked at me. \n\n\"Nick...Transform or dare?\"\n\n(To be continued)"
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"content": "Tammy looked at herself in the mirror, sighing as she smoothed her dark blue dress. It was only a practice date and they were only going to a diner but she figured she'd look nice for her and his first \"date\". A smile came,over her face as she heard Sam knock on the door. She ran down to answer and thanked the lord she decided to wear her Converses. \n\nShe answered and greeted him with a hug. He looked her over and sarcastically whistled. She laughed and playfully slapped his arm. He asked her if she ready and as she nodded, she closed the door and locked up before following him t his car. \n\n\"Such a gentleman!\" She said as he held her door open. \n\nHe rolled his eyes before closing the door behind and getting in himself. The drive was quiet, Tammy thought little of it but Sam was usually better around her. Halfway there and she felt his hand lay on her thigh. She smirked and pushed it off. \n\nThe conversation was simple. They were always better socializing with each other. There was a brief silence though before Sam broke it.\n\n\"You look beautiful Tammy...\"\n\nShe smiled \"Bout time you noticed.\" \n\nHe chuckled \"I didn't want to make this weird...like you did at Jens par-\"\n\nHe laughed as she kicked him in the shin under the table. \n\n\"I was peer pressured.\" \n\n\"Surrreeee. \"\n\n\"Well God Sam, Im sorry I can't help being such a slut. \"\n\n\"Don't be sorry that'll make your dates better. \"\n\nThey both smirked \"Shut up Sam or I'll spit on your soup. \"\n\nThey laughed and their food arrived not long after. Tammy thought back to that night at Jens party. A scavenger hunt. Some of the cards had funny requirements though. The one the pair found first was \"Stripe den and hug your partner tight. The man will better with four eyes.\". \n\nThe awkward silence as the two decided and stripped down hugging the other close, the feel of Sams cock gradually getting hard against her panties...\n\nTammy was playing with her food as she thought back to that night. \"You know if anyone made that night weird it was you. \"\n\n\"Hey a sexy girl in her undies holding him close makes a straight guy excited. Excuse me. \"\n\nTammy smirked \"Did you just call me sexy?\"\n\nSam choked on his food before coughing a little and stammering out a response his face turning beet red \"I-I only meant it as a friendly compliment, like, like, uhh if you called me handsome or something. \" \n\nTammy giggled a little before rubbing his free hand \"Calm down, I'm just messing with you.\" \n\nHe smiled a little but he noticed Tammy was blushing too and her hand hadn't yet left his as she continued to eat. Tammy noticed the worried look he was giving her.\n\n\"Well it is a practice date, ain't it. \" she said as she softly closed her hand around his.\n\nHe smirked and their hands remained together until the date was finished and they were back in the car. On the ride home, she felt his hand on her thigh again but this time left it there. Once they were back at Tammy place their hands were together again as he walked her up to her door. \n\n\"Did you have fun?\"\n\n\"Mhm.\"\n\nThey both smiled as they got to her four. They faced each other to say goodbye and Sam sighed before kissing her cheek. The both blushed. He started to apologize but Tammy shushed him before kissing him on the lips.\n\nTammy wasn't the girl to fuck on the first date but she was willing to make an exception as the make out was already getting heavy with Sam rubbing her hips and legs. But just as she reached back to open the door. The two were startled by the horn of her mothers car. Sam stepped away and the two blushed. He waved to her mom before shaking Tammys hand and rushing back to his car. Tammy went into the house and laughed before rushing upstairs and taking care of what Sam started...of course thinking about his cock, what it feel like hard and out of his boxers...\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A naked man is magically frozen in time. His immobile dick becomes popular among the local women. | [
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"content": "*Unknown Location - 72 Years After the Calamity*\n\n*“Has he lost his mind?”*\n\nHis calculations were right - that much he knew. He wasn’t entirely certain about the theory behind it all, however. What troubled him was the great magnetic field, but with time running out, he couldn’t spare a retheorization. It was time travel after all; an unprecedented and seldom explored subject. But he knew he had to do something. He looked outside the window to his lab, seeing the scorched sky, the ruins of Old Earth, and the razed land. The survivors barely clung to life since the calamity. With nothing to revive the world, the only chance mankind had at a future was to prevent the calamity from happening in the first place.\n\n“Theory be damned,” he said as he removed his lab coat and clothes. They wouldn’t survive the trip. He stepped inside the chamber, punched in the coordinates and said a prayer.\n\n\n\n*Central Park - New York, New York 2017 - 3 Years Before the Calamity*\n\n“Whoa, when did this get here?” A blonde woman in a skirt and blouse says as she stops to admire a statue she had never noticed before. A metal man, his skin silver and grey, was standing in the middle of a plaza in the park.\n\n“I just noticed it today, and I run this route every day,” another woman says, a shorter one with brown hair, wearing spandex and holding a water bottle, “I can’t say that I’m against it however.” She gestures to the statue’s midsection.\n\n“Oh my god!” The first woman exclaims, “why is he erect like that?! It’s so… big.”\n\n“It’s art, honey, it represents the toxic patriarchal culture we live in. See how he is standing there, his hands at his sides and unassuming? And yet your eyes are drawn to his dick?”\n\n“Is this, like, a *Fearless Girl* thing?” \n\nThe runner shrugs. \n\n“Wait, I think I just saw his eyes move. Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts within his head?”\n\n“All the more reason to justify what I’m about to do.” \n\nIn a fluid motion, she kicks her shoes off and slides out of her form-fitting running bottoms. She places her hands on his shoulders and hoists herself up, wrapping her legs around his midsection. The pose she holds causes her lips to part just barely, and she lines herself up with his metal erection before slowly coming down on top of it. \n\n“Oh my God I can’t believe you’re doing this! Are you some kind of slut?”\n\nThe runner bucks her hips, letting gravity do much of the work for her as she rides and humps the iron man. \n\n“Whatever, bitch, the thought ran through your head too,” she says between breaths, picking up her pace, “you’re just jealous you didn’t think of it first.”\n\nThe blonde bites her lip and watches the fit woman in jealousy, knowing its true . She looks around before sliding her panties off and putting them in her purse. \n\n“Alright, hurry up,” she says, “let someone else have a go.” \n\n“Fuck off.”\n\nShe takes a moment to brush against the iron man's abs, admiring it silently. Then she goes further down and rubs her manicured fingers against the brunette’s bush until she finds her clit. She rubs and manually speeds up the process, flicking and pressing and prodding, occasionally licking her fingers to add some more lube, just the way she herself would like it. She can feel the brunette’s muscles grow tighter and her eyes clench involuntarily as the inevitable approaches. \n\n“You… bitch…” is all she is able to get out before her body tenses and she shakes, quivering in orgasm. She nearly falls off the man and cracks her head, but the blonde shows some mercy and helps her down. \n\n“Thanks for lubing him for me,” the blonde smirks as she assumes the position.\n\nFrom beyond the path, through the trees, a woman sees a metal glint. She approaches, wondering where it came from…\n\n\n\n*”Nobody wants him, he just stares at the world. Planning his vengeance, that he will soon unfold.”*\n\n\n((A bit of a twist from the original prompt, I made a smutty version of the song “Iron Man” by Black Sabbath. For those that aren’t aware, the song is about a man who goes back in time to prevent the apocalyptic event that leads to the end of the world. He turns to metal the process of time travel, tries to warn others, but they ignore him. After many years of this, he goes mad and destroys the world - leading to the very event he was trying to prevent. In my version, he gets years of blue balls instead; surely an understandable catalyst to an apocalypse!))\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I believe the strangest part of learning Psionic abilities are the... urges... they get difficult to resist at times and easy to act upon" | [
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"content": "Evidently I had a knack. I'm a psychic.\n\n\nNo, not a palm reading tarot dealing crystal ball gazing chakra aligning fortune telling bullshit psychic, but a real honest to god telepath.\n\nMost psychics went through life thinking they just had good interpersonal skills. Good situational awareness. Without training they'd keep thinking that. I was different. I could sense emotion when I was a child. I could move objects when I was a teen, now when I focused I could hear thoughts.\n\nI'd used my abilities discreetly, and had done so to great effect, doing very well for myself. A pretty 25 year old who could literally read minds? Yeah, I worked in sales. I had sold cars at first, then moved on to real estate. I was closing a dozen homes a month, and rolling in commission.\n\nThat didn't help me through the line at Starbucks. Evidently they were slow roasting their beans to order. The air was thick with impatience and near panic. With nowhere to be, I was just bored. I reached out with my mind. Guy in front of me had a meeting tomorrow he wasn't prepared for. Boring! Middle aged mother talked to her teen daughter and thought about when she was little. That was a sucker punch right to the feelings, a little too sweet for me. I moved on. A young guy in a wife beater was nearing the counter, he had a pretty good bod. I gave him a once over, he was fantasizing about the girl behind the counter. Oh. Oh wow. That was... explicit.\n\nI tapped the girl behind the counter. She glanced at the guy in line thinking about her. That was somehow more explicit. I lingered here for a moment, savoring the lust that washed through her frustration and stress. She pictured him naked all wrong, from his thoughts. He pictured her wrong, too. She was slim, but her bust was bigger than it looked in the uniform, and she wasn't the sweet innocent thing he expected. The pierced clit and tattoos under her tits attested to that. A coworker nudged her and she sprang back to work, I broke contact and realized I was wet myself. Damn. Well, if I wasn't going to get satisfaction, maybe I could get a little vicarious thrill and sent them each a mental image of the others fantasy. They'd be together in a few hours, I could tell.\n\nI sighed. I hadn't moved in line. I scanned more when I found something I'd never found before. A shock, a concrete wall undulating over a sea of feedback. What was this? A mind guarded? I looked over and saw him.\n\nHe was past middle aged, tall and whipcord thin with a well lined face and hair that was more salt than pepper. He wore small glasses, little circular lenses in thin frames, the kind that you could call \"spectacles\" in this day and age and no one would question it. He smiled at me, left his place in line and stood beside me.\n\n\"Could I buy your coffee?\" He asked.\n\n\"I'm sorry, I don't accept coffee from strangers. Do I know you?\"\n\n\"No,\" he said, \"not yet.\" His voice was different. I realised with a start that his first question hadn't been verbal. Well I'd been played like an idiot. \"Don't feel bad, everyone falls for it.\" He smiled at me, almost fatherly.\n\nSomeone called out a drink order. Chai with a shot of espresso for Amanda. What? I hadn't ordered yet. \"Your coffee,\" he said \"is going to get cold if you don't get it.\"\n\nWhat. The. Fuck.\n\nI made a little bow and mumbled a little nothing and grabbed my drink and headed for the door. His voice stopped me \"you could be more than a real estate peddler. I could teach you.\"\n\nI sent a thread out again and hit that same wall. My probe stopped, and then I felt the wall bow and give way, and I understood. He was earnest. He had trained dozens of psychics before, but none with my promise. Even he didn't know what I'd be capable of. Maybe... Maybe I could be more. I nodded and he followed me out the door."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An alien breed of mutagenic Parasite has been discovered, influencing their hosts towards mating before mutating during the act to incapacitate the partner. You feel a sudden impact from behind and a stinging sensation | [
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"content": "I turned and swatted, it was that time of year, and I hated the damn bugs. \"Oh well\" I thought, what's another bite. It looked big but whatever. \n\nI began to feel woozy as I continued down the park path, the trees began to double, and the triple. I couldn't get my thoughts together to panic, I just stumbled to the side and passed out.\n\n*some time later*\n\nI woke groggy, my mind still clouded, I tried to remember where I was, what I was doing, but suddenly all thought pushed from my mind. I smelled strawberries. I couldn't focus on anything else! I swing my head around, searching the bushes around me for the source of the smell, why was it so strong? Suddenly I stopped. There. There was a blonde woman waking the path, it was radiating off her in waves! I could feel my skin prickle, and suddenly I was full of lust, I wanted her! I wanted to claim her, to fuck her. She had to be mine.\n\nWhy was I feeling like this? I had never been attracted to other women before... as I started to contemplate it however, the smell hit me again. She would be mine. I stood, feeling strange, but staggered towards her. \n\nHer head snapped around, she looked worried, then it morphed into concern. Whatever she saw when she looked at me, it wasn't normal. \n\n\"Oh no! Are you okay?!\" She rushed into the bushes \"you look terrible! Did someone rape you?!\" I could see the worry in her face, and although it all seemed wrong, I knew I had to make her submit to me. \n\nI lunged forward, grabbing her, pulling her further into the bushes, gagging her with my fingers down her throat as I did. I'd never been even a remotely aggressive person, but it just came to me, I needed this, and I would get it. \n\nAs I pulled her down, she kicked and clawed at me, but her attacks barely even bothered me, I didn't feel anything besides this lust, and as u gave into it, my thinking self gave up, surrendered to the urges just as she would do to me. She had tried to bite down on my hand in her mouth, her gurgles and gagging making noise, but I had simply pressed my fingers deeper, and she had been forced to give up to the invasion of her throat. I pinned her down with my body, and stared her in the eyes as I settled down. Her eyes were wide and panic filled, and that scent.. oh that scent poured off her, it was in my nostrils, around my head, it was everywhere. I looked down, she was in a pair of yoga pants and a sport bra tank, her breasts were large even constrained and laying down, it looked so perfect to me. \n\nAs I stared at her body, wondering what I wanted to do, I noticed my own body. I was almost naked! My shirt hung from me in tatters, my shorts were gone, all that remained was my thong, and it was partially ripped and had a blue stain on it. I had you pinned under me, and I wanted you, it I didn't know what to do, how could I have you? I felt like I was missing something. That's when I saw it.\n\nSlithering down the tree near us was a big light blue... thing. It looked kind of like a slug but had a red stinger on its tail. I realized it was probably what stung me as I passed by the tree! I was transfixed. It felt right to wait for it. This girl was struggling so hard but I didn't notice. I just knew that it would help me get what I needed from her. It advanced towards her head, it was 3 feet long in total, and seemed to be about 7 inches thick, but it kept shrinking and flowing so it was hard to tell for sure. It crawled up her head as it whipped back and forth, and instinctively knew to remove my hand. Before she could even scream it dropped a big glob of blue fluid from its stinger into her mouth. She gagged, choked, and then went limp, staring at the sky. I could feel her heart beating still however. It was almost time I knew.\n\nIt slithered down her body to where our vaginas met, and coiled up there, raising its red stinger towards me. I spread farther, aching, and waited. It suddenly spiked up, spiltting my lips, and rubbing along my slit and clit as it sought my hole. It wanted a home, and I needed to to enter me. It found my entrance, and it straightened up, pressed into me, and I went crosseyed with pleasure. I had never had something this big inside me! It got thicker as it anchored itself, and started to slither into my pussy, stretching it, splitting me wide open. I felt it reach my cervix, and without pause this time, it inserted its stinger in. I screamed with pain! It was unbearable! I could feel the stinger split, and spread into me, past my cervix, giving it a real anchor inside me. I knew it wouldn't leave me ever again. It started to secrete something in my womb, and the pain began to fade, I felt full, but hot, Horny, ready to fuck. When I focused down again, I saw that it's head had stiffened into a phallus shape, it had given me what I needed to take my pleasure. Looking closer I saw that it had attached a small sucker with sharp teeth to my clit and was massaging it, and it too had fluid dripping from it. I had a blue 12 inch penis anchored in my vagina. It felt so good! \n\nI looked down, I would take her. Take her now. \n\nI looked down on the blonde woman, her chest rising and falling but her resistance gone, and lined my new penis up with her pussy, i didnt care how it felt for her, I just wanted her. I wanted to split her. So I did. I took my dick and slammed it home, split her wide, forcing her labia apart, shoving past her vulva, and stretching her opening almost to the point of ripping. It was wonderful! Soon I bottomed out in her Vagina, and I stopped. How did I feel it? Was this parasite attaching to the nerve endings of my clit? I was stopped in my mental tracks however by a rubbing sensation against my Gspot, and the realization that I could feel my whole alien penis as if it was my own passed from my mind as I started furiously pounding my victim.\n\nI scrabbled for purchase as I pounded into her, her eyes rolling, her moans rising. I could see her nipples stiffen as her breasts bounced and jumped with each impact. I thrust harder each time, not caring if I damaged her cervix, i knew i was probably doing damage but I didn't care at all. Without testicles I could slam into her pussy hard and fast without worry or anything! I could feel her clit smashing against mine and the alien suction cup covering mine, it felt like heaven!\n\nSuddenly I realized that I was close to cumming! It had snuck up on me.. I wasnt sure what to do, but I kept pounding her vagina hard, and just as I came close, I felt the tip of my penis slam through into her womb. It was too much, I started to orgasm, and as I did, the parasite seemed to react. My pussy was on fire, it felt so good, and as I contracted and constricted on it, riding it to orgasm, it began to pulsate within me, thickening and thinning, growing hard and soft. I came over and over, for what seemed like forever!\n\nI flopped over, exhausted, confused, and still slightly horny. When I glanced down to inspect this parasite inside me, I saw that it was dripping white orbs in a blue sticky fluid. I examined one quickly, it seemed to be the same paralytic agent it had used on me and the woman. It must have some mind modifying agent in it? \n\nAs I was musing, it hit me. Those orbs were eggs. I had just raped a woman to plan a parasites eggs inside her. Looking at her I could see she was still lost in orgasmic bliss, and that her belly was swollen, and spilling out of her wrecked vagina was hundreds of eggs. She must be full of thousands and thousands of parasites... \n\nOh no I thought, as the mist over my mind began to thicken again, and I passed out...\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [SF] You cannot embrace each other, please one another. But you can talk about everything. | [
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"content": "[It's around 3 afternoon, a slow day at the office. I work a swing shift and don't get off til 9 PM. I'm texting my friend Steph, who works on the other side of the office and works until 7 PM. We used to work side by side but she transferred to another department recently. Things have become more flirty between us since then. Before she transferred, I didn't pursue anything, because dating people you work with directly is usually a disaster. But now, thoughts of hooking up have been on my mind.]\n\nSteph: You busy over there? \nMe: Not at all honestly. It's pretty dead. \nSteph: Lucky. Slammed over here. Billings up to my eyeballs. \nMe: Don't get a papercut. \nSteph: Gross. Seriously though, this is the first chance I've had to even text you. \nMe: Please keep texting me, I am so incredibly bored. \nSteph: Oh shush. \nSteph: Still, it'd be nice to go into a room and take a nap, or blow off steam some other way. \nMe: Blowing off some steam sounds nice. \nSteph: Right? I wish I could run to the bathroom and touch myself right now. But those stupid ladies from accounting are always in there. I swear they travel in packs. \nSteph: I envy you. You work later on, when there's nobody in the office. I bet you jerk off in there all the time.\n\n[A pause. Shock. Wasn't expecting things to escalate that quickly. But I recover pretty fast and text her back.]\n\nMe: Not all the time. It's hard to get comfortable on a toilet seat. But sometimes I can't really resist. \nMe: You could still go in there now, you know. Just be quiet and don't let anyone hear you. \n\n[Reaching a point of no return. Fuck it. I'm all in.]\n\nMe: Unless your pussy gets loud and wet when you touch it. Does it?\n\n[A long pause that seems to go on forever without reply.]\n\nSteph: Oh dammit. \nSteph: Now I have to go rub one out. \nMe: I think I do too. \nSteph: Race you to the bathroom [sweat emoji] \nMe: Steph, I sit about ten feet from the men's room. You're across the entire floor from the ladies'. \nSteph: Less yapping, more racing! \n\n[I excuse myself from the bullpen and nonchalantly head towards the bathroom. Which works out because I kinda needed to go anyway.]\n\nSteph: Are you there yet? \nMe: Just sat down. \nSteph: Anyone else in there? \nMe: Not right now. How about the accounting ladies? \nSteph: Coast is clear. \nMe: Good. So tell me what you're doing to yourself. \n\n[A short pause]\n\nSteph: My left hand is texting you. My right hand is reaching into my panties. \nMe: Hold up I'm gonna need the details on your panties. \nSteph: They're pink. Lacy. \nMe: Good lord. Hot date tonight? \nSteph: Not at all. I just had a good feeling. ;) \nMe: Mmhmm. So what's your hand up to in there. \nSteph: Oh, you know. Canoodling. \nMe: You're wicked. Details. \nSteph: Curious boy. Okay. I'm stroking my fingers over my labia. And sometimes my thumb brushes against my clit a little bit. \nMe: Jesus. Getting wet? \nSteph: Like a fucking fire hydrant. \nSteph: Okay, your turn. What are those big strong hands up to. \nMe: Phone in my right hand. Left hand is slowly massaging my cock. \nSteph: You asked me for details, buster. Reciprocate. \nMe: Yeah yeah. \nMe: I'm not fully hard yet. I'm halfway there. Feels good to be stiff and soft at the same time. \nMe: Thumb and index finger are wrapped around, right under the head. Other three fingers are curled under my balls and massaging the base of my shaft. \nSteph: Fuck that's hot. So tell me what gets you hard. \n\n[Again I'm shocked at how shamelessly I just go for it...]\n\nMe: I'm thinking about you sucking my dick in this bathroom stall, Steph. \nSteph: Fuck. More details. Tell me everything. \nSteph: Hurry. \nMe: I'm sitting on the toilet with my pants down around my ankles. My knees are spread apart just far enough for you to get between them. You're on your knees in front of me on the tile floor. \nMe: You look at me with that coy expression you always have on your face when you're flirting with me. \nMe: You slowly part your lips and you smile, and then the head of my cock is kissing your lips. \nMe: You part your lips and let my cockhead in. It slides into your wet mouth slowly and gingerly. \nMe: After sucking on the head a bit you start to move your entire mouth up and down my shaft. \nMe: I'm trying not to groan. Your lips feel so good pursed around my hard dick, sliding up and down. Your lipstick is leaving stains all over it. \nSteph: Fuck \nMe: You pop my dick out of your mouth for a moment to ask me if I want to come \nMe: I say yes but I don't want to come in your mouth \nMe: I want to come in your sweet little pussy \nMe: So you smile and you stand up and turn around \nMe: And you present your big round sexy ass to me and start pulling down your jeans that are straining to contain it \nMe: And suddenly I see your lacy pink panties. A huge wet puddle in them. They're so sheer I can already see your pussy quivering through them. \nSteph: Fuckkk \nMe: Cumming baby? \nSteph: Keep goinggg \nMe: Instead of dragging ur panties down over your luscious perfect ass I just tug them to the side to see ur pussy \nMe: I drink in the sight and smell for a moment Im intoxicated \nMe: Then I slowly guide ur ass onto my dick which is hard and slick with ur spit \nMe: My dick pushes firmly through the entrance to ur pussy and inch by inch you let your weight sink you deeper into my lap \nMe: It's so dirty, we're fucking in the bathroom at work, on a toilet \nMe: You rise up slowly on my cock and then slam yrself back down again, again, again, baby again \nMe: I reach into ur panties and stroke ur clit \nMe: It's so hot neither of us can take it \nMe: I can feel ur pussy start to gush \nMe: As you start to cum you slam yrself all the way down on my pole \nMe: And grind ur ass around in big circles and it drives me crazy and my hard cock feels so good churned around in ur tight little fuckhole \nMe: I start to cum and I'm not wearing a condom and I'm groaning and I paint the walls of ur pussy with my hot milk \nMe: You reach down to cup and fondle my balls while I cum, you want every last drop blasted into your womb \nMe: When I'm finally unloaded you slowly drag your pussy off me and pull up your pants \nMe: And smile at me coyly and leave me very well fucked in the toilet at the office \nMe: Which now smells completely, unmistakably like fucking \n\n[A long pause. I was rock hard and close to cumming, but I noticed she stopped replying a while ago. Maybe she was taking care of herself?]\n\nMe: Hey, you there...?\n\n[No response for a full minute, at which point somebody comes and sits in the stall next to me. I sigh quietly and pull up my pants and flush and get out of there.]\n\n[When I get back to my desk, a text pops up.]\n\nSteph: The accounting ladies came in. \nMe: Whaaaaat \nSteph: I couldn't focus at all. Had to get out of there. \nMe: Sorry to hear that. I almost came. \nSteph: Oh, I came. I came like three times. The last time was as they were walking in. \nMe: Whaaaaat \nSteph: Poor baby though. You must be backed up. \nMe: Little bit. Worth it though. That was fucking hot. \nSteph: Sure was stud. \nSteph: Tell you what \nSteph: I'll work late tomorrow \nSteph: And later on... \nSteph: I'll meet you by the men's room ;)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A schoolgirl wakes up in an alternate reality. In this world, a woman's breast and ass size indicate her level of intelligence. | [
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"content": "An excess of sunlight woke me and with it dawned the realization that I was late for the only exam of the semester. I jumped out of my book littered bed, not bothering with underwear and a bra. I would be taking them off soon anyway. I shimmied into the pleated skirt, and tried to button the top while putting on shoes. The buttons strained, leaving gaps, distorting the logo on the private college's uniform. Hopefully I had studied enough to push to a D cup. I could feel a breath of air across my ass, indicating that the skirt was almost too short. I ran from the dorms to the science building, where my year was being evaluated. \n\nI paused to give homage to our founder's statue. The nipples on her size FF breasts were all but rubbed off, as was her clit. It was customary to rub her for luck. Some went even so far to lick. Her perfectly round ass was gold from all the pats it had received. I gave it a squeeze, asking for D's at least, before running again. \n\nMr. Smith just raised an eyebrow when I burst into the room. My shirt had come unbuttoned from the run and my nipples were perked.\n\n\"You look ready, Ms. Clement.\"\n\nI walked past the line of girls, following him into a side room and then stood, waiting for the exam.\n\nHe set down his clipboard and turned on a recorder before unbuttoning my shirt. His long cool fingers skimmed my ribs before circling my breasts. \n\n\"No cheating devises on the chest,\" he stated. \n\nHis fingers glided over my breasts until they reached the nipple. He pinched them, hard, before smoothing over them again. My clit twitched with them and I could feel myself getting wet. Mr. Smith had always been a distracting teacher. All long limbs and hard lines. \n\nHe shifted closer, kneading my breasts. \n\n\"You've been studying,\" he said softly. \n\nHe pinched a nipple again, as I stuttered \"Y yes, sir.\"\n\n\"You've passed the breast exam with a D. But let's see about that ass.\"\n\nHe directed me to bend over the small table where his stuff sat. My pussy twitched again, starting to drip. I tried to still the heat flaring. It was not professional. It could lower my marks, if I wasn't careful. \n\nThe low table was cold on my nipples and sent a shiver of delight through me. The start of an orgasm rippled through me as Mr. Smith slowly ran his hands up my legs, pushing up my skirt. \n\nHe slapped me ass, startling me, and I gave a squeak of a moan before catching myself. He slapped the other cheek, watching it bounce. \n\nHe rubbed his hand over my ass in circles, soothing the slaps, before spreading them apart. One of his fingers tapped the buttplug that I had fallen asleep in. The tap threatened to send me over. My pussy clenched once, aching for something to impale it. The wetness was dripping down a thigh I was sure. \n\nHe gave it a light tug and this time I was sure he saw how my ass twitched in pent up ecstasy. \n\nHe let go of my ass and glided his hands down my legs, trailing through the wetness. And I twitched again, the ache spreading. \n\nHis hand grazed my clit as it drifted back up to my ass again. I suppressed a shudder, but couldn't when he tugged on the buttplug again. He did it lightly, coaxing it out a bit before letting it suck back in. Teasing. Over and over. I rocked with it, too lost with the need for release to stop. His hand drifted to my clit. He tweaked it as he pulled the plug almost all the way out and then pushed it back in. \n\nMy back arched further as I came. The jewel twinkling as my ass clenched and unclenched around it. \n\nBefore the orgasm was over, he pulled the plug. Grounding me in reality. \n\n\"Your ass passed, barely,\" Mr. Smith said. \"But I'd like to see you later this afternoon for some supplementary studying.\" \n\nMy face was a bright red, the sting of embarrassment mixing with the flush of an orgasm. \n\nHe moved away, concealing a smile. \n\n\"Oh and Ms. Clement?\" I paused while straightening myself. \"Without the buttplug. It's obviously distracting you from your studies.\"\n\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] The Lemon-Stealing-Whore managed to steal some lemons. Her plan comes into fruit-ion now... | [
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"content": "Joanna ran away, cackling madly as the lemons bounced around her mesh swimsuit. The feel of their tart, leathery citrus skin rubbed her stomach the way she loved it. \n\n\"Yes, yes... all mine!\" she mischievously muttered as she ran across the grass, erstwhile trying not to stumble in her black, platform heels. A horrible decision for prowler-and-escape footwear, but she didn't care. She looked damn good in them.\n\nJoanna had long fantasied about the shows she'd heard about in TJ and Phuket. Soon, she would practice and become one of the best in the West. And then she would become:\n\n#Citrus-Cannon Carla!\n\nHer life-long goal of being able to pop a tart-treat further than anyone ever had was soon to come to a rapid middle as she managed to hop a fence whilst only dropping a single lemon. Her apartment was only steps away. Frantically she scurried up the stairs, unlocked her door, and slammed it shut behind her. \n\nIt didn't take much to get the mesh suit off and it doubled quite nicely as a fruit net bag. \"Ah yes, at long last,\" she quipped. \n\nShe was already moist with anticipation, which she considered fortunate. The haul was the pick of the bunch and quite large. After all lemons weren't designed to be consumed by the body in *this* manner. Still, she painfully worked the first one in. \"Is there room for another?\" she wondered aloud. Sure enough, she managed to fit two of the largest ones in. \n\n\"Ok, here goes nothing!\" She pushed and clenched and kagled until the first popped out like a rejected egg. \n\n\"Drat. This is going to take a lot more practice before I'm shooting citrus salaciously...\" "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Lesbian woman decides to take her straight male virgin friend's virginity out of pity | [
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"content": "Rachel and her good friend Mike have been friends for a few years now. She came out as a Lesbian about 6 months after they met. Men just weren't her thing, and she'd started dating women. They hang around a lot, but don't have much interest in each other. Recently though, Mike has had some trouble getting a date, and hasn't had much luck in the bedroom. \n\nM: \"I don't know what it is, Rachel... I'm meeting these great girls, but they hear I'm... a virgin... and they just disappear.\"\n\nR: \"Hey, it's ok... I'm sure you'll find someone... I mean, how about the cute one you were seeing before... Melissa? She seemed promising.\"\n\nM: \"Didn't work out.\" Mike replies, defeated\n\nR: \"Seriously?\"\n\nM: \"Yea.. came close though. We were making out, and i ended up saying it was my first time. All of a sudden, she backed off.\"\n\nR: \"Oh, that's harsh...\" Rachel says, as she thinks to herself.. *you know.. Mike's not such a bad guy... maybe I can help him out a little.. he's a nice guy, but this is just a little sad.*\n\nM: \"yea, it's frustrating..\"\n\nR: \"Hey, so.. I was thinking... and this is just an idea. How about I help you out?\"\n\nM: \"Like how?\" Mike says, oblivious to Rachel's aims\n\nR: \"Like.. How about you try with me?\"\n\nM: \"What? coming on to you? Ha! I'm hopeless... but thanks... I doubt I'd las-\" Mike is cut off by Rachel who moves in and kisses him.\n\nR: \"Are ya done yet?\" She says as she sits in front of Mike.\n\nStunned, Mike is now visibly hard, and Rachel sees. \"That's all it took, huh?\" *This guy really needs to get laid* she thinks to herself.\n\nM: \"I.. uh..\"\n\nR: \"Shut up, and fuck me Mike...\" \n\nRachel takes off her top, and tosses it to the side. Mike, blissfully unaware, is mainly along for the ride. He reaches back to undo her bra, and struggles.. \"I'll get that..\" Rachel says as she undoes her bra, takes off the rest of her clothes, and tosses them aside. She grabs his wrist and places it on her chest. \"That easy... now let's see what you've got.\" she says as Mike's hand stays there, and she takes off his pants. His cock is rock hard, and throbbing like he's about to burst. Rachel says.. \"Got a rubber?\"\n\nMike takes a second, and scrambles to his bag grabbing a condom from it as he starts fidgeting with the package. He finally gets it open, and puts it on.\n\nRachel pats the spot on the floor next to her, and he comes over and sits down. Rachel faces him, and sits on his lap cowgirl style, and takes all of Mike's cock. She starts moving, and she can feel Mike getting close already. \"Calm down there, Tiger... get it together.\" she says moaning softly as she grinds on his cock. He finally starts playing with Rachel's nipple and sucking it as she moves. Rachel, getting more into it, starts to move faster. After a few minutes, Mike makes a grunting sound, and says.. \"OH SHIT..\" as she feels him throb inside her, and the condom fill up.\n\n\"Mmmm... Well, that as fun... now you're not a virgin! But, I'm gonna head back to my dorm and finish myself off.\" She says as she grabs her panties and bra, stuffing them in her purse and just puts on her top and jeans. She kisses Mike on the cheek with him sitting there in amazement processing what just happened. \"Later, Mike! See you tomorrow in class\" She says walking out the door.\n\nThe smell of sex fills the room, and Mike just sits there and asks himself.. \"Did that just happen? \"\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are a man who shares a flat with your lesbian roommate and best friend. Once or twice a week, much to your embarrassment you have particularly exciting dreams with her as your partner. You notice that on these days she seems sleep deprived and not particularly willing to make eye contact. | [
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"content": "Peter awoke in a cold sweat. He'd had the dream again. Dreams about Vicky. Carnal dreams about his lesbian flatmate. It was unsettling. They'd been friends for five years and this had never been an issue. As far as lesbian's go, she was more on the lipstick side, than butch, but he never really let that get in the way of their friendship. He always considered himself an open minded, modern guy.\n\nRousting himself from bed, he went out to make coffee. As the brew finished its cycle, Vicky walked out in a long t-shirt, her black hair cutting the cuff of her pantie-laden ass as it poked out. \n\n\"Hey, Vik. You sleep ok?\" He moved to hand her a cup of coffee. She took it and walked away without a word. \"What's wrong?\"\n\n\"Nothing,\" she mumbled. \"I haven't been sleeping well.\" She'd been acting weird for weeks, it was only getting worse. \n\nAlone again in the kitchen, Pete wondered if it was the pain of her past that affected her sleep. One night when drunk, Vik had confided in him about her childhood. How she knew from a young age she liked women. How a touchy uncle convinced her that men were not for her, when he tried - and failed - to get too handsy with her fifteen year old self. Peter'd never been dumb enough to press the question of her sexuality before and certainly not after that conversation. \n\n\"Well, if you want to talk...\" he trailed off. He wasn't even sure she could hear him, the moment was cold and he drank his coffee before it got that way too. The shower sounded in the distance and the bathroom door shut. \n\nVik's latest fling, a short punker with purple hair and too many tattoos walked out, \"Where's my cup?\" \n\nPeter quickly made a third cup and handed it to what'sherface. He couldn't remember, \"Here you go...\"\n\n\"...Mattie.\" She took a sip and looked at him, standing there in his boxers. She bit her lip ring and winked, \"You're pretty cute for a straight boy, Petey. If I wasn't all over Vicky, I'd probably give you a spin.\"\n\nPeter mouthed the word, \"Thanks\" and patted her on the head. Mattie was petite compared to Victoria's 5'9\" model-esque frame, long legs and all. She brushed his arm and a flash of the two ladies intertwined played out in his mind. It was a work of art. Erotic, passionate, consummate art. It was as if he was watching them live. \n\nMattie smiled as if she knew. \"You're welcome,\" she mouthed with a wink. \n\n\"What's wrong with Vik?\"\n\n\"Dreams,\" Mattie responded, \"she was... restless last night.\"\n\n\"Sucks, something on her mind?\"\n\nMattie scoffed, \"I didn't say they were *bad* dreams.\" She smiled coyly. \"How about you, any dreaming?\" \n\n\"Yeah, actually. How did you know?\"\n\n\"Just a guess,\" Mattie smiled with her bewitching eyes. \n\nSomething had always seemed off about Mattie. The more he thought about it, he realized the dreams had started the night after he'd been introduced to her. Vik and Mattie had only been together a few days at that point. It had been nearly a month. And he'd had almost a month of dreams. \"What are you doing?\"\n\nMattie feigned innocence without much effort put into hiding anything, \"Me? Oh *nothing*. Just helping two friends realize the sexual tension between them.\"\n\nPeter glowered an eye at her, \"What are you?\"\n\n\"I'm just the girlfriend of your roommate. Nothing special about me.\" She twirled about with a mischievous smile, \"nothing *at* **all**.\"\n\n-----\n\nVictoria walked out of the bathroom wrapped in two towels, one for her head and one for her hair. She nodded to the pair, enjoying their coffee, barely paying them any heed. \n\n\"Not so fast, Victoria!\" Mattie exclaimed. She didn't let Vik take another two steps before yanking the towel clean off her. \n\nThe taller raven-haired beauty was caught off-guard and attempted her best to cover her slender nudity with her hands and arms, \"Oh my gawd Mattie, what the *fuck*!\"\n\nMattie giggled and pointed at the towel around her lover's hair. Victoria shook her head in disgust and did her best to cover frustratingly with the smaller towel. Peter couldn't help but admire her nude beauty, like the Venus Di Milo, but with slender arms. She locked eyes with him and he looked away in mild embarrassment at his friend's unfortunate situation. \n\nHe felt a delicate fingers prod his erect manhood, he hand't even realized he was hard. \"Someone tenting?\" Mattie teased. It was her hand that had poked his junk. \n\n\"Good god, Mattie, what has gotten into you?\" Victoria was fuming and frustrated. \n\n\"Less than what's in the two of you,\" she quipped. Mattie shook her head and arms like a silly child, \"I've seen into your souls. You two care for one another greatly. I'm a witch, you can't fool me. You just put up barriers because...well, because you did!\"\n\nThey both protested their feelings in a mess of words, \"...my friend, I'd never.\" \"It's not like that.\" \"Gross.\" \"Unthinkable.\" \"That's crazy.\" It didn't matter who said the words, both were in firm denial. \n\n\"Tell me you weren't dreaming of screwing the fuck out of each other the past month,\" the witch requested.\n\nBoth Vik and Pete looked forlorn and ashamed. Mattie reached out for both their hands and pulled them together. \"It's nothing to be ashamed of, I'd do you both.\" She smiled coyly and let their hands touch, placing them together. \n\n\"Mattie, you're a bitch.\" Victoria rolled her eyes. \"Maybe you're not wrong. Unless you hexed me, did you hex me?\"\n\nAn impish smile crawled across her face, \"Nope. You still want to bang me, don'tcha?\" Vik shook her head sarcastically. \"See, you're still into me and women. You just happen to also like men. Or at least him. I didn't make you less lesbian. You just didn't realize, *in your case*, you were a buried bi. Happens occasionally. Sometimes. Barriers and walls. And don't feel like you're betraying your sisters or some crazy shit like that. Lesbians will continue on without you. Or with you? Bi is bi and bi is beautiful too.\"\n\nPeter looked into Vik's eyes. She was more Victoria now, than Vik. \"Ummm. You *are* beautiful.\"\n\nVictoria smirked, \"I... yeah, I've kinda thought you were cute...um... the entire time.\"\n\n\"See,\" Mattie exclaimed, slapping them both on the ass. \"We're all one big happy unit.\" Somehow, while Victoria and Peter had been locked in one another's gaze, Mattie had stripped completely, now wearing nothing but a shit-eating grin.\n\n\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Someone has a crush on you, yet you remain oblivious as they create situations to "accidentally" grope you. | [
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"content": ">Author's Note: Contains **Goddamn Teasing**, And **only that.**\n\n\"Rina? Yeah, she is a sweet girl. Somewhat of a klutz, but she tries. I mean, her grades are lacking, but she puts effort in to better herself. Determnation and discipline are two very important things to grow, she's got them. She'll go far.\"\n\nMy friend stares confused on me. \"A clutz. You are saying she is a clutz?\"\n\n\"Yeah, what about it?\"\n\n\"Listen, she is gettting straight A's in all classes involving physical activity or finesse. Sewing: Got an A. Physical Education, A's. Art classes? She sold one of the paintings she did in class for a hundred dollars! She's many things, but not a clutz.\" He explains.\n\n\"Well, see, she is quite a clutz, at least in my classes. Last week, she got to the board, and tripped over the chair. She'd have landed on her face if I hadn't caught her.\"\n\n\"She'd have rolled off. You probably just were in the way.\"\n\n\"She extended her hands, and even as I caught her, her hands still were extended to my body. Like, even I know that is not how you roll off.\"\n\n\"Okay... that is just once.\"\n\n\"Well, Monday she had been talking on her phone. She had just stopped when she bumped into me. Her phone went flying and she hadn't even realized who I was, pushed my surprised butt away to dart after her phone.\"\n\n\"Okay. Well, then she is a clutz, but merely around you. Could there be a reason?\"\n\n\"I dunno. She isn't always so accident-prone around me. After P.E yesterday, I checked the locker rooms, and there she was. She had been fiddling with her socks, barely wearing a thing. I assume she had just changed from a sports bra, and was slowly dressing. I had talked to her, and to my surprise, there was no accidental shoe-flinging, or clothes tossing, or even accidental clothes-wetting. She greeted me merrily, and wanted to know if she could ask me something.\"\n\n\"Oh, really? What did she want to know?\" He asks.\n\nI continue. \"*'Miss Danlin, if you don't mind... The other girls tease me for my boob size... Could I compare with you?'* she said. An odd request for sure, but I did it. I mean, she had nobody to compare to, and if she was curious, I could simply grant her that. Was kinda awkward though, to present my bare chest for her to compare. *'Yours are bigger, and so round...'* She said then. She tore herself away from that, and got dressed. Thankingly, she went outside.\"\n\nI stopped reminiscing and looked at my friend, who stood there slack-jawed. \"What?\" I asked.\n\n\"...Do you even realize she has the hots for you?\" He asked.\n\n\"Wait, what?\"\n\n\"Like, accidentally groping you, asking you to be nude before her, complimenting you... She totally is into you.\"\n\n\"She is curious and had nobody to compare.\" I defended her actions.\n\n\"No, she was with girls in a locker room, but stayed almost completely nude and waited for you to come in, to ask you of all people. You don't even have the smallest boobs in this school, much less the class. Heck, Rina's breasts are second-biggest.\"\n\nI glared at him. \"Could you stop comparing the boob size of my students?... Anyways, why would she be into me, she's a girl.\"\n\n\"Uhhh... Lesbians exist.\" He said flatly.\n\n\"Oh.\" I only replied.\n\n***\n\nI opened the door to the classroom. It was late, and only Rina was waiting there. She was looking down on her desk, and a faint buzzing noise was heard. *Probably the speaker being broken...*\n\n\"Wha- Who is i- Oh, it is y-you.\" She said, and smiled.\n\n\"Yeah, just a short question. Do you have a crush on me?\" I asked bluntly, matter-of-factly.\n\nA pause went through the room as she seemed to think for a bit. A moment, where no words, no stutters, only my feint breathing, her rather exhausted breaths and the buzzing of the speaker were heard. It was sunset, and she must have stayed longer for some reason, one the other students didn't tell me. Finally, this silence which went for minutes was disrupted by her words. \"...Err, nope! I am a totally normal girl, who definitely has no cru- Ah!... crush on her teacher! Sorry, none of that. Just a girl loving bo-Eeep!-boys, ehehe...\" The noise-filled silence filled the room once more as I thought.\n\n*Was she telling the truth? Why would she lie to me? And does that me- Oh god, did I just accuse a girl of being lesbian without reason? Okay, fuck, I need to make my reply seem harmless, non-offended, else she might get the wrong idea if she actually is lesbian.*\n\n\"Well, alright! Have a nice day, then!\" I replied and went out of the room, closing the door behind me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "if you had to choose, what would be your Superpower?" "Shapeshifting, hands down" "Why's that?" "I'll show you" | [
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"content": "\"I'll show you.\" Dan said to me, nonchalantly so. Despite the fact that we talked about potential powers, he wanted to prove how it is beneficial.\n\nI gave my confusion a voice: \"What, like, right now?\"\n\nHe sighed, shaking his had and letting his short hair follow in kind. \"No, of course not. I need time to set things up. Sometime next week?\"\n\nI laughed. \"Sure, my little shapeshifter,\" I said to him. \"I look forward to it.\"\n\n***\n\nIt was thursday, and he had been somewhat busy. Out for quite some time, secretive about what he got and unwilling at night. I was frustrated at how cold he was in bed, hoping that there was a reason, and wishing it was a reason not related to something I said.\n\nIt was the afternoon, I had already packed my stuff to return home from work when I got a message. \"*todays the day ;)*\" read the first, coming from Dan. Soon followed another: \"*youll love it, dont worry*\".\n\nI rode home on the bus, and as I climbed the stairs to my flat, my hands trembled. *What is gonna expect me at home? Something adventurous, something funny, something sexy? Oh, I hope he isn't just in costume, that would just be awkward.* Finally, I pulled out my keys, and opened the door to our flat. He already waited at the door, presenting me a sleep mask. I had no such thing myself; it must have been new.\n\n \"Should I...,\" I asked. He nodded. So, I put on the sleep mask and could see no more. He undressed me, then led me around, and soon I sat on what most likely the polstered chair from our living room.\n\nHe stood before me and said: \"Now, you wanted to know why I love shapeshifting. I think showing you is better.\" His voice went around me, and my head tried to keep track, but got lost. I could not hear him move, but I heard his position change. \"Shapeshifting of course means to be able to change your body, which would mean that I could become fat or thing, weak... or strong.\"\n\nI felt my balance shift, and soon the feet of mine, before safely planted on the carpeted ground, were dangling in the air. *Di-Did he just lift me in the air?!,* I thought. As if reading my thoughts, he replied: \"Strong enough to lift you like you were a bag of chips, dexterous enough to keep you in balance with one hand... Oh, and smart enough to not keep you in the air for too long.\"\n\nI quickly sank down to the ground, my feet connected with the floor once more. My mind told me to say something witty, to reply in jest, yet my body refused. And as little as I wanted to acknowledge it, I felt a thought repeat through my mind: *He just lifted me up, with the chair. How? No amount of gym training would work that quickly.*\n\nHe spoke once more: \"Of course, just that is boring. You can do so much more... How about becoming a rosebush, which is growing on you?\" Slowly, as he said these words, something took hold of my feet, coiling upwards. It tied my left leg to the chair, and slowly grew upward. Suddenly, I felt a sting at my leg. \"Oww!\" I cried, less in pain than in shock. More and more I was entangled by something, as small stings pierced my soft flesh at some points. I cried in quiet agony, wincing at the pain and gritting my teeth.\n\nNow very, very close to my ear, a petal of sorts brushed my ear. It smelled like the white roses I loved to get from him every valentine's day, and while I was tense, I enjoyed the scent nonetheless. \"Oh, excuse me,\" He said, seemingly out of the petals themselves. \"Thorned roses and all. I hope I did not hurt you too bad.\"\n\n\"It's -ah!- fine.\" I replied. I don't know why. I felt pain, it was weird, uncomfortable, imprisoned, and yet I somewhat tried to endure. I did not resist the binding, I did not try to get out of this, I did not try to stop him. No, I even encouraged him...\n\n\"So, you are not a fan of the roses? I got better plans, of course.\" Slowly, the... plant removed itself from my body. I breathed in deep, and shook myself. I spread my arms slightly, and set my feet on the ground with good foothold. I had the utmost urge to just stand up and move around, wander in this room, but I held myself back. In my breathing, I felt a gooey liquid land on my right foot. A mere droplet, but I felt it. I pressed my eyes shut once more, even though I was unable to see anyways, and said: \"What was that?\"\n\nThe droplet now moved up my leg, leaving a trail I felt, as the skin cooled from condensation and the air circulation. I repeated myself, now somewhat panicked. \"Dan? Where are you, and what was that?!\"\n\nThe reply came from my leg, from the droplet that slowly climbed up and up. \"Oh, I am here. If you don't mind, keep still, it is hard to climb upwards like this, but you will enjoy it, I swear.\"\n\nI tried to calm myself. *He's here, only a small drop of a gooey liquid... Oh god, what is going on? First he was strong enough to seemingly lift me with one hand, then he claimed to be a rose, with thorns and all, and now he was a droplet, climbing up my body?... Keep calm, just keep calm. You got room to breathe, and Dan's here.* My breathing calmed, and soon I felt him slip from one of my thighs to my pelvis. He now covered my entrance. Dan said: \"Oh, someone is wet already. I don't know how much of a job I have left then. Actually, give me a second, I always wanted to take a look like that.\" He was awfully energetic, and before I could object, the goo entered me. He remained quiet now, as I felt it slowly wandering upwards, tickling me on the inside. It felt strange, as if someone slowly filled me up with gelatine. I squirmed, and he sloshed around inside me, making the sensation worse. Soon I was thrashing around my chair, holding in my breath when he emerged once more. \"Geez, you are sensitive. Yeah, I think we had enough of that.\" The droplet sprang away from me, and after a while, I heard a dog bark.\n\nHe spoke from before me, from where I heard the dog. \"You know, I could turn myself into any animal, into many animals in sequence. Just imagine, you are in a forest and wander through, ceaselessly attacked, ravaged, defiled by whatever animal comes close. And when you finally are at exhaustion...\"\n\nTwo paws got hold on me, and climbed up. They got hold on my shoulders as the dog's pants were close to my ear. The dog's hindlegs were now resting on something, and the lower body touched my thighs, his tail waggling left and right to my legs.\n\n\"I come close, and you open your legs.\" I did as asked, and spread my legs for the dog. Soon, a wet, warm rod of flesh touched my pelvic area, and I knew what would come. As he prodded against me, he made very clear what was going down: \"And then I'd breed you, and you'd not even know things for certain. Is this me, the man you love, impregnating you, or a stray dog, a wolf, going through the woods and covering your unprotected, undefended womb with his animalic seed.\"\n\nHis dick entered me. It entered me fully, and without resistance, as my wet folds welcomed his cock, his knot inside. Oh, I cried, and screamed. Some curses, some moans: \"Oh, fuck me Dan! Breed me like a good dog! You- Shit!- Fuck, balls! Don't ho- Nnngh!- Don't stop, doggy, make me bear your puppies!\"\n\nThe dog, that is Dan, panted more and more as he pushed deeper and deeper inside. His piston pushes rubbed all the right places, and I gave myself to pleasure. Filled with bliss, I couldnt help it; I came first, and came I did. Thrashing around, pushing against him, and yet he continued pumping. He was restless, working himself as deep as possible, and I was already beyond coherency when he finally did that final push and filled me more and more with his seed. It didn't stop, and soon my stomach hurt from the amount, as quite some coated my legs, most likely dripping to the floor. And despite the knot, he pulled out effortlessly as I recollected myself. A breath, followed by another, followed by many more as my mind grew blank on what I just felt.\n\nSuddenly, a *definitely* feminine voice talked. \"And, trust me, that is not even the best part. The best part is that I can't only please myself with this. I can please you, in ways I humanly could not.\"\n\nI asked hesitantly. \"...Dan?\"\n\n\"Oh, yes, I am Dan. But more than that, you know me by a better name. Come on, you can think for a second.\" I physically heard the smile she gave me. I struggled. *What name could I know a better name Dan had? What did she mean?*\n\nShe asked kindly, playfully. \"Don't know? I guess I must give you a hint... Oh, thank the stars you need a hint.\" Two lips were pressed upon mine, pushed open by a tongue, looking for mine. It soon found it, and we kissed deeply. Deep enough that i closed my eyes, and when I opened them once more, we seperated, and I saw her. Complete with the blonde, locked hair I knew, the A-cup breasts, completely naked. The green eyes I saw on her picture.\n\nMy heart sank. \"...You knew,\" I muttered out. \"You knew all along.\" The girl before me was known to me, yes. After all, I had seen her before, online. We had been chatting, talking, egging us on. That Dan knew was a surprise, after all, I had been going on the site in spite of him. I had been going on that site to cheat on him.\n\n\"Oh, don't worry. I'm cool with that. But just think about it, as a shapeshifter, I can do this, and more. I can let you have the best of both worlds, no, of *any* worlds.\" He said, prancing about. \"If you like girls sexually, but me romantically: Boom, your lesbian boyfriend! You want to try something kinky, some fringe fantasy of yours, and we can do that. This is why I would pick shapeshifting, every single time.\"\n\n\"Forget the shapeshifting!\", I cried out. \"Aren't you mad? Upset? Devastated that I cheated on you, lied to you?\"\n\nShe smiled, laughed, spoke: \"Oh, but have I not done the same? I got powers and held them secret from you, and only now presented them. We both were selfish in a way, but no longer. You give yourself to me, and I can give you this...\"\n\nAbruptly, my senses failed me as a wave of pleasure, release, and desire knocked me unconcious."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: All the females in the world have dicks. | [
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"content": "Will was pushing a cart filled with coffee urns and pastries when he rounded the narrow hallway of conference rooms. It was then that he heard it; the unmistakable sound of raucous laughter and voices filled with confidence and bravado. The meeting he was delivering to was for the executive leadership committee. \n\nThe young, handsome secretary had recently started his job at the firm, but he already hated this aspect of the job. The women were just so disrespectful and handsy. But what could be do? They were his bosses and he was just a man. \n\n*Please don’t say anything, please leave me alone,* he thought to himself as he approached the conference room. He could hear their conversation, and it made him shiver. \n\n“There is no way, you’re not bigger than me! You can see my outline through my pants!”\n\n“I’m wearing a skirt, darling, so it’s not quite an even comparison is it? Besides you’re a shower not a grower like me.”\n\n“Let’s just admit that no man has us beat, okay?” \n\n“Amen to that sister.”\n\nWill found himself shaking just outside the door. This wouldn’t end well for him. It never did. \n\n“Hey is that the coffee? Get in here, boy!”\n\nWill jumped and nearly tripped as he pushed the cart into the room. Seven women were waiting for him, some standing while others were sitting. They were all finely dressed and, he couldn’t help but notice, extremely beautiful. \n\n“Bout time,” one woman said as she brushed Will aside and poured herself a cup, “were you going to wait forever out there?”\n\n“Sorry, Miss Barret,” Will replied and nodded respectfully. She was the head of legal. \n\n“Oh you’re just too cute to stay mad at,” the tall blonde replied, pinching his cheek like he was a child. \n\n“Speak for yourself, Eva,” another woman said as she approached and took a cup, “nothing gets between me and coffee. What took so long, boy?” \n\n“It was brewing, Miss Tanaka,” Will replied, unable to meet the dark-haired head of R&D, “I’m sorry.”\n\n“Not good enough,” she replied, “your job is simple. Bring us coffee and look pretty. Is that so hard?” \n\nWill couldn’t meet her gaze. He held his eyes to the ground. \n\n“The least you can do is help us settle a bet,” she said, taking a quick sip, “we were wondering something.”\n\nWill winced before he felt it. Her hands deftly unbuckled his pants and his slacks crumpled to the floor around his ankles. His legs felt cold against the air and his cheeks blushed red. \n\n“Are you wearing underwear?!” Someone said, “why the hell are you wearing underwear? Don’t you know our company policy regarding men?” \n\n“Sorry ma’am, I’m new here,,” Will replied, then hooked his fingers through the elastic, bringing them down to his knees. He knew where this was going. \n\nThe room laughed. \n\n“You were right, Bea, no man could ever hope to be bigger than one of us.” \n\nWill though himself a decent size at six inches flaccid and a solid eight and a half when hard, but the woman’s words rang true. He could see the other women’s cocks pressing against the fabric of their skirts and pants. They dwarfed his. \n\n“Men are so pathetic,” Miss Tanaka said. She unzipped her skirt from behind and let it fall to the floor. Her cock sprang free, already half-hard. It’s eleven inches made Will blush. \n\n“I think it’s cute,” a blonde executive said as she dragged a finger across Will’s manhood, “it’s like a hot dog.”\n\nThe women laughed. The blonde didn’t stop fiddling with Will’s cock, soon coaxing it to it’s full hardness. \n\n“Even when it’s fully up, it’s like a little weenie,” she said, pumping his shaft with her soft hands, “look, even these wrinkly balls are small.”\n\nThe women laughed again and Will noticed Miss Tanaka was full hard now. A drop of precum had formed on her tip. He looked around and noticed all the women’s pants and skirts had gotten tighter. One’s tip was even poking out the bottom of her knee-length skirt. \n\n*I don’t like where this is going…*\n\n“Why don’t you stick around for the rest of the meeting, boy?” The CEO, a redhead named Erin asked him, “we will need your services.” She winked at him and he shuddered. \n\n“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, knowing he had no right to refuse. \n\n“Oh, and by the way,” she continued, “our meetings are done in the nude.”\n\n(If someone wants to continue, feel free. I wanted to set up a scene because I like the prompt.) "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A man is bitten/kissed by a were-woman | [
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"content": "I couldn't believe my luck as the bombshell I had met in the bar dragged me out the door. I could hear a few calls from my friends as I was led out. \n\nTo her credit, she didn't react to them. She just kept holding my hand and dragging me along. \n\nShe led me right out to a car, a black sedan. She reached into her purse and pulled out the keys, unlocking the door and then climbing into the back seat. She laid back and looked at me as she tossed her purse into the front seat. \n\nI looked her over, taking her in and committing her to memory. She had blonde hair that hung to her ass, her face was on par with any model or actress that I had ever seen. She had an hourglass figure that was barely contained in her tiny black dress.\n\nShe was so far out of my league it was ridiculous. I was fairly average guy with shaggy red hair and a bit of scruff on my face. I was wearing a black button up shirt and dark jeans. \n\nShe spread her legs, showing that she wasn't wearing any panties, and looked at me. She looked almost desperate. \"Please... please hurry and fuck me.\" \n\nI looked around, seeing that the parking lot was empty. That was all I needed. I climbed into the back seat and closed the door behind me. I hurried to undo my pants and tug my dick free. Again, it was about average. Maybe a bit below, but she didn't seem to care. \n\nAs I positioned myself, I couldn't keep my mouth from speaking. \"I don't even know your name.\" I said, chuckling a bit. \n\n\"Jam...ie.\" she said.\n\n\"I'm Sam.\" I said. \n\n\"Good, now please.\" Jamie reached down and touched my dick, pulling it closer to her pussy. \n\nI nodded, and pushed into her. She let out a shuddering moan as I filled her slowly. I was gasping too. She was so tight, I wasn't sure how long I would last. \n\nI went as far as I could, then paused, trying to keep myself from blowing too soon. \n\nJamie wiggled a bit, her pussy tightening around me. \"Please, don't tease me, just fuck me.\" she said. \n\nI nodded again, and started thrusting in and out of her. She let out a low moan as I did. Her legs wrapped around me, helping to pull me in with each thrust. Between that and her pussy gripping me, I didn't last long. \n\nAfter about a minute, I spoke up. \"Shit, I'm gonna cum.\" I said. \n\n\"No, please...\" Jamie said. \"Just...just keep going...\" \n\n\"I can't.\" I said. \"Seriously, I'm going to...\" \n\nShe groaned in irritation, allowing me to pull back. She quickly shifted and pulled my dick into her mouth, which finally pushed me over the edge. I filled her mouth, and she swallowed easily. I was breathing hard, even as she kept my dick in her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, her hands playing with my balls. \n\n\"I...I think I'm tapped out.\" I said. \n\nShe shook her head, my dick still in her mouth. After a few seconds, she let my dick fall from her mouth. \"Please, I need more...\" she said. \n\nShe shifted, moving up and kissing me on the lips. She then moved to my cheek and started kissing down my neck. She stopped when she reached the spot where she would be kissing my shirt.\n\n\"I really can't, I've usually got a bit of cool down, you know.\" \n\nShe practically growled, and I felt her mouth open and her teeth sink into me. I flinched, and let out a hiss of pain. \n\nJamie pulled back, her eyes wide. \"Shit, sorry, I...\" \n\nI moved a hand to the spot where she bit me and touched it. A bit of blood welled out. \n\n\"Fuck...\" I said. \"Why did you...?\"\n\n\"Sorry, I was aggravated, and I just did it.\" she said.\n\nIt didn't seem too bad, but she had still drawn blood. \n\n\"I...think I'm gonna go.\" \n\n\"Please, don't. I...do you want to come to my place? We could...\"\n\n\"No, I think I'm gonna head out.\" I said.\n\n\"Let me give you my number.\" Jamie said, sighing. \"We could meet up later.\" \n\n\"I don't know about that...\" I said.\n\n\"Really, I think we should.\" \n\nI looked at her again. She looked pretty sorry, and she was still one of the hottest women I had ever seen.\n\nI finally relented, and we exchanged numbers. That done, I left her car and went to mine. I didn't particularly feel like going back into the bar. \n\nI headed home and entered the empty apartment. My roommates were still out at the bar. \n\nI collapsed into bed, and my dreams were incredibly strange. \n\n-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_\n\nI groaned as I woke up the next morning. My whole body hurt, as did my head. I sat up, and felt things move where they shouldn't have been moving. \n\nMy eyes shpt open, and I looked down. Two large breasts hung from my chest, my boxers hung lower on my hips, only hanging due to my wider hips. The figure that I saw was easily on par with Jamie's...\n\nI stood and stumbled as I made my way to a mirror hung on my wall. Instead of my face, I saw another 10/10 beauty. She had red hair hanging down to her shoulders and piercing green eyes. \n\n\"What the fuck?\" I asked. I looked to my phone and saw it was blinking. I picked it up and saw a text from Jamie. \n\n\"Sam, by the time you actually see these, you'll probably have already changed. I wanted to tell you in person. I'm a were-woman. Cursed to transform for 3 days a month surrounding the full moon. When I bit you, I passed the curse to you. There's more to share, but we should talk in person. Please call me.\"\n\nI read the text 5 times before dropping my phone to my bed. \n\n\"What the fuck? This has to be a nightmare or something, it can't be...\"\n\nI jumped as I heard a knock on the door. \"Sam, you up yet? We want to know what the fuck happened to you last night.\" \n\nMy roommate, Carl. \n\nI looked at the door, then the phone.\n\nWhat should I do?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A perverted girlfriend magically swaps genders with her boyfriend and turns him/her into a horny submissive slut. | [
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"content": "As Elise lie on her back getting pounded by her boyfriend Paul's tiny cock, she found herself bored. Basic missionary position with him on top was all he ever wanted to do, and it barely even aroused her any more. His small dick probably couldn't reach her G-spot even if he tried--and he didn't try particularly hard. He never lasted long, either; she was way out of his league physically and only with him for his money.\n\nRight on schedule, he'd been thrusting uselessly at her cunt for all of two minutes when he started moaning, pulled out, and began jerking off over her chest.\n\n\"Ooooohhhhhh,\" he moaned as his paltry pecker spat out a few short ropes of cum onto her tits, \"that's so hot...\"\n\n\"Yes, cover me baby,\" she said unenthusiastically. *This wouldn't be hot even if I was into cum play*, she thought to herself, *you're so bad at this it's almost depressing*. She reached down to touch herself, hoping she might still have a small chance of orgasming tonight. She wasn't even wet besides the lube he had used.\n\nMinutes later, as they settled down to sleep with disappointment still on Elise's mind, she asked him, \"Hey... you know what might be fun some time? Mixing it up in bed a bit. Maybe I could even get on top...\"\n\n\"Eh, I don't know about that,\" he responded, \"I kinda like what we've been doing, you know?\"\n\nShe didn't respond, resorting instead to gazing at out the window longingly. Suddenly, a slight flash of light caught here eye: a shooting star! She thought silently to herself: *I wish things could change for us sexually.*\n\n------------\n\nThe next morning, Erica awoke feeling *extremely* horny. She rolled onto her other side to look for Paul--maybe he'd be more willing to try her ideas in the haze of the morning--and nearly jumped out of the bed in shock: the person lying next to her possessed not Paul's short haircut but rather the long flowing burnette waves of a woman. *I must have somehow ended up crashing at Sylvia's house last night*, she thought to herself before realizing something peculiar: the woman was naked, at least the part of her back that was showing.\n\nShe leaned up in surprise and got a better look at the woman: it wasn't Sylvia (*thank God, that woule be awkward*), but rather a girl she had never seen before... yet seemed so familiar. She looked around and realized that the room was, in fact, still Paul's bedroom... but ever so slightly different. For one, she sat on his side of the bed, and vice versa. Also, the portrait on the wall of them housed two different people: instead of her blonde curls, the woman in the picture had brunette waves and... was lying next to her in bed. The guy in the picture was taller, handsomer, and more muscular than Paul had ever been, and... he was staring back at her in the mirror on the other wall.\n\nShe felt herself up, watching her hands in the mirror run through her new short hair and over every chiseled muscle, then finally down to the penis that stood straight as a flagpole just below her new 6-pack abs. It wasn't the longest in the world, but at 5 and a half inches, it was longer than any she'd ever had.\n\nShe wrapped her hands around it and gave it a few pumps, feeling tiny pulses of pleasure run through her body. Thinking back to the shooting star, she realized what had happened. *I'm a man now*, she said to herself, *and a better one than you ever were*.\n\nPaul... no, Pauline? Paula? was still asleep. She wasn't quite as pretty as Elise had been, but was still a solid 8. *And more importantly, a 1 on the binary scale*, Elise--no, *Eric* now--thought with a predatory smile. Paula made up for an OK face, however, with amazing curves: a perfectly fat ass and DD tits that made Erica's mouth water. She'd always wanted a pair of tits to play with, having basically given hers up even in her pervious life for the sake of an athletic figure.\n\nErica walked around the bed to face Paula's sleeping body, face and tits exposed. Unsure what else to do, she started jerking off. Somehow, her new cock got even harder the faster she jerked. As the pleasure built, little by little, she started to wonder just how much the shooting star had changed things for them sexually. Would Paula still have the same indifferent attitide as before, or would she be the submissive one this time?\n\nErica got part of her answer when she spied a curious sight on Paula's tits: dried cum, and mountains of it. Paul had always thought it incredibly hot when she had gone to sleep still wearing the spoils of war from that night. The thought of someone else doing so for the sake of arousing her new body turned her on, and she aimed towards Paula's massive coconuts as she continued to jerk harder and harder.\n\nThe pleasure built higher and higher, bringing a pressure with it that demanded to be released. She wanted--*needed*--to explode all over the sleeping woman that was now her bitch.\n\nAt a moment's inspiration, she grabbed Paul's lube off the bedside table and lathered her dick with it. The pleasure flew to another level, her hands gliding over the cock instead of grabbing it. Finally, she orgasmed, launching lakes of cum onto Paula's sleeping body. She continued to stroke slowly as she watched her handiwork pool in her cleavage.\n\n*That was fun* Eric thought to himself.\n\n(TO BE CONTINUED)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Paladin and the Succubus | [
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"content": "The last demoness vanished through a portal back to the netherworld, vowing to defile Elyn until she had birthed a thousand of her young. The paladin wiped the semen off of her shield on a nearby tablecloth, gazing upon the feast with contempt. With these creatures, their seed and milk likely tainted each and every dish, tainting those who consumed them with sin.\n\nShe offered a prayer to her goddess, not for those they turned to demons but for herself. When Elyn had knocked open the door, several demons were partaking of a many-breasted succubus's milk. It was hard to wipe such perverse images from one's mind, even when one was devoted to banishing creatures that preyed on the sexual desires of mortals.\n\nJust as Elyn returned her sword to her sheath, a door behind her burst open. A woman ran into the dining room, falling onto her knees, her loose brown hair being the only thing that concealed her massive breasts from sight. Nothing covered the erect seven-inch cock that she bore above her vagina. She was human, no more than twenty years, and her eyes bore not lust but terror.\n\n\"Are you...my savior?\" she cried out, trembling.\n\nElyn looked at the woman, not letting her gaze linger on the woman's non-feminine endowment. \"Were you a slave of these demons?\"\n\nNodding, the woman said, \"Yes. They took me and my friend. My friend...they turned her into a demon, one that sucked their cocks without a second thought. She even fed from me, after they cursed me...\" The woman's eyes lowered to her own penis. \"I kept strong, I didn't want to become one of them, like her. They...they used me so much, cast spells upon me...\"\n\nElyn knew all too well the pain of having a friend corrupted by demons. \"You're safe now,\" she said, holding out a hand. \"I'll take you to my order's chapel. Our healers should be able to purge the demons' curses from your body.\"\n\nThe woman pushed herself up, not taking Elyn's hand. \"Thank you!\" she shouted, almost about to embrace the armored paladin but stopping at the last second. \"Please, let's leave this place...I want to be anywhere but here.\"\n\nElyn turned and headed into the entrance hall of the ancient manor. It had once been the residence of an ancient demon-worshipping cult of women who were possessed and made to impregnate each other with demonspawn. That demons had made it a lair once more was no surprise.\n\nShe reached for the closed door, but heard a noise behind her. The woman was whimpering, and when Elyn turned back, the woman had her cock in her hands, panting with need as she pleasured herself.\n\n\"You must resist!\" Elyn shouted, hoping to snap the woman out of her lust. \"Do not let yourself succumb to sin!\"\n\n\"I...I...can't help it...\" uttered the woman, as beads of precum leaked down her length. \"...so...so horny...\"\n\nThe paladin looked away. It was thankful that she arrived now, or else this woman might have soon been corrupted in full. Elyn winced at the cries that came from the woman, screams of perverse ecstasy and indulgence in sin. It would take many prayers for this one to cleanse her soul from the demonic taint.\n\nElyn didn't look back once as she opened the door, the woman following her out.\n\n****\n\nAs night fell upon the land, Elyn set up a tent for the woman and a bedroll for herself. In the few hours since deparing the demons' lair, the woman had masturbated several times. Each time she looked guiltier and guiltier. Elyn thanked the goddess that she had arrived to prevent the demons from finishing this woman's corruption.\n\nElyn finished preparing the camp as the woman returned from the nearby bushes, her cock still erect and her thighs moist. \"I have a spare set of clothes,\" Elyn said, holding them out to the woman. \"You should wear them. Nudity is frowned upon in civilization.\"\n\nThe woman nodded, and crawled into the tent with the bundle of clothing in hand. Elyn doused the fire, removed her armor, and laid upon her bedroll. It was a warm night, one too humid for laying within her bedroll. The blonde-haired woman rested her ponytail over her sleeping-robe and stared towards the tent, asking the goddess to forgive the poor woman in there for what the demons had made her do. With her prayers finished, Elyn closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.\n\n***\n\nA strange warmth flooding her crotch roused Elyn from her slumber. She sat up, feeling something warm trickle down her chest. She...she had been clothed before she went to sleep...\n\nThe woman knelt before her, smiling wide, one hand still stroking her cock while the other rubbed her dripping pussy. Elyn's eyes lowered to the white splatter upon her now-naked torso and crotch. Had this woman...?\n\n\"So many knights in shining armor fantasize about rescuing damsels in distress,\" the woman said, her voice taking on a soft tone. \"Don't feel ashamed. You're not the only hero who's fallen for a pretty face.\"\n\n\"Wh...?\" Elyn's groin flared with unpleasant flashes of warmth. This one was too far gone. She reached to where she left her sword—\n\n\"Did you truly think I'd leave your weapon within reach?\" said the woman, giggling. \"If you would like to touch a sword, mine is right here.\"\n\nTurning back to the woman, Elyn began to whisper a prayer.\n\nBefore she could finish, the woman leapt upon her, driving her cock into Elyn's pussy like a trained hunter's spear striking a beast's heart.\n\nA scream escaped Elyn. She was being...defiled! She felt the semen that the woman had splattered onto her lubricating her passage, spreading inside of her with each thrust. The farther it went, the deeper that terrible burning lust spread through her. Such terrible pleasure...!\n\nElyn tried to force the woman off of her, but her arms felt too feeble and weary. She'd heard of demons using enchanted seed to incapcitate their prey...she couldn't let this one win...\n\nShe closed her eyes, trying to keep her body steady as the woman fucked her. The woman's moans began faster and louder, and Elyn's own whimpers rose in volume and pitch. There was nothing she could do...this woman was raping her, and she was too weak of will to resist...\n\nA high scream escaped the woman's throat. The moment between that and her ejaculation felt far longer than it was. Warm seed flooded deep into Elyn, sending every inch of her vagina into ecstasy. Elyn's hands clenched the bedroll beneath her, her eyes refused to look anywhere but before her—\n\n—and she came.\n\nHer cry came out without a thought of her own, her pussy squeezing the woman's cock as if it craved every drop of her semen even if Elyn didn't. Her juices leaked over her thighs, running down towards her underside.\n\nHer breaths were slow, heavy; her mind raced with prayers for forgiveness and salvation. She hadn't been strong enough, she had succumbed, she had let this woman use her...\n\nLeaning forward, the woman said, \"Now how foolish were you to deprive yourself of such pleasure?\"\n\nHer face had changed. Her brown hair had become silver, seemingly shimmering in the moonlight. A pair of horns pierced through her hair. Her skin was a pale lavender, her eyes black with pink irises. Just glancing into those orbs felt like Elyn was looking into lust itself. The woman atop her still hungered for pleasure.\n\nNo...she hadn't been an innocent woman."
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"content": "I woke up to the shifting of sheets and warm sunlight. A pleasant awakening, especially on the weekend\n\nI took stock of my situation. I was lying in a truly colossal bed, spooning a smaller guy. Short red hair. Freckled across bare shoulders. The blonde lady I vaguely recalled from last night was nowhere to be seen.\n\nI sat up, but was yanked back by my arm, which was pinned by the bicep, under 90 pounds of oddly muscular manlet. Part of me remembered that I swore off dating guys before going out last night. But he felt so cold to the touch. I was probably really warm by comparison. I wrapped my other arm around his waist and he snuggled closer to me.\n\nWell, I'm not getting up anytime soon, I figured, so I just closed my eyes again and enjoyed the feeling of someone else slowly warming up in my embrace.\n\n\"Aww.\"\n\nThe two of us jolted up into sitting positions. Standing in the doorway wearing jeans and a tank top, was the lady we'd gone home with.\n\n\"Its nice to see my boys getting along.\" She cooed with a smirk. \"Who's down for brunch and some proper introductions?\" She asked rhetorically, walking back out.\n\nThe redhead looked at me and scowled. \"Get your leg out from under me.\"\n\nI raised my eyebrows. \"That's not my leg, mate.\"\n\nHe scrambled off my lap and scooped his clothes off the ground in an attempt to cover himself. \"AHH! GROSS, MAN!\"\n\nI laughed. \"If you think that's gross, what we did last night might be worse.\"\n\nHe made some more stammered choking noises before running into a bathroom.\n\nI laughed a little more before realizing that I didn't remember what happened either.\n\nAh shit."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The clothing industry has created a new invention. Clothes now have expiration dates, on the day the clothing slowly breaks down into nothing. | [
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"content": "**Part 1**\n\nMichelle held back a sigh as she looked down at the poor excuse that would have to pass for groceries, a 5 pound bag of pasta to last her all the way till her next paycheck, and an instant cup of noodles her celebrations next week. She emptied out the content of her purse on the till and found herself with a total of 5 cents left over. A whole 5 cents for every other thing she needed for the next 2 weeks, what a way cup noodles would be for her to celebrate her twenty fifth birthday next week.\n\nShe picked up her bag and headed for home, pulling her thin jacket closer around her in the cold autum wind. It had been a real steal too, a good summer jacket for a fraction of the price it would have cost new, and it wasn’t even all that worn out yet. But a summer jacket is a summer jacket and she could feel the autumn winds biting through it as she pulled it closer. She would have to head back to the second hand store the next time she got paid to look for another jacket, but the utilities bill was coming in next month, so she might have to bite her time till she had that squared away.\n\nShe was still considering her financial future when she felt the wind go through her jeans and chill her to the bone like they weren’t even there. With a shiver she looked down and saw a hole through the fabric right on her thigh.\n\n“Oh come on, when did that happen?” She muttered annoyed as she stopped and pulled at the fabric, only for it to crumble away between her fingers. “What?” She said confused as she looked at the denim dust blowing away on the wind and she watched the hole grow larger at an alarming rate.\n\n“Oh no, not now.” She whimpered as she picked up the pace and tried to hold the bag so it blocked some of the wind that was tearing at her jeans. “I can’t afford this right now.” She whimpered as more and more of the denim dust started blowing away behind her and she felt the cold chill fill her. With every step she took more and more of her jeans seemed to crumble to nothing and she wasn’t even halfway home before the last strands of denim holding up what remained of her jeans crumbled away and it was all over. \n\nThey literally fell off of her, the fabric around her waist vanishing and the remains collapsing into a dusty crumbling pile of denim around her feet. She could feel the cold wind against her bare legs and her thin well worn panties as she pulled her jacket down as best she could to cover herself and ran. She could feel the eyes on her with every passing car as someone behind her yelled something after her but she didn’t want to hear it, not now. She was barely watching where she was going, her eyes filled with bitter tears and her cheeks flaming red as she raced down 3 blocks. Even running she could feel the cold in her bones and the gawking eyes of people looking at her panties as she ran past, in desperation she reached to unzip her jacket to tie it around her waist to at least give her some decency . \n\nAs she unzipped it a blast of wind hit her and a cloud of dust erupted from inside her jacket. She looked down in horror at the remains of her shirt vanishing into the air and for a brief moment managed to wonder what she was going to do in the middle of the city in nothing but her underwear and a summer jacket. That was when she realized she wasn’t holding her bag any more.\n\n“No.” She cried, tears filling her eyes as she turned around hoping to find the plastic back right besides her but it was nowhere to be seen. The sidewalk was hard and cold against her knees as she dropped to it and cried, her jacket pulled tight around her chest again to not expose her white stained bra and what it held to the world. She had to go back, she needed to get back up, to get her food or she was going to have to go dumpster diving again and she had promised herself never to do that again. But getting back on her feet seemed impossible, the jacket wouldn’t cover her properly when she stood upright, she would have to walk back past all those eyes again in her panties and she couldn’t do that, she just couldn’t do that.\n\nThe world was spinning around her as she balled her eyes out, clutching at her jacket, holding it tighter hoping beyond hope for it to cover her and warm her back up. And then, it seemingly did. \n\n“Come on.” A soft voice said just above her. “The ground is pretty cold this time of year.” The voice said softly as a soft but firm hand took her by the shoulder and started pulling her up. She tried to pull away but the hand held firm. “I know, I know.” The voice said gently as it pulled her up and something warm wrapped around her. “There, that’s better isn’t it?” \n\nMichelle blinked the tears out of her eyes and looked at a pretty motherly face that smiled back to her. She was in her mid thirties if Michelle were to guess and dressed in new clothes, but far too lightly for this time of year, she wasn’t even wearing jacket. “You are coming home with me so we can get some warmth in you.” The woman smiled as she pulled the warm coat tighter around Michelle and buttoned it. \n\n“I-“ Michelle began but the woman just shook her head with a smile and pulled the girl into a warm hug. \n\n“I won’t take no for an answer.” She smiled as she stroked Michelle’s hair, picked up the plastic bag and led her down the sidewalk in a warm embrace. “It was a good thing you dropped your bag or I wouldn’t have chased after you.” She said upbeat as they walked, rustling the bag she was carrying in her other hand. “It’s a hard time of year to have money trouble.” She said gently, one arm still around Michelle and holding her close. “I’ve been there myself.” She said with a smile down to Michelle who looked back up at her. “And I won’t let anyone go cold or hungry if I can help it.” She declared. “I’m Honora.” She said with a smile. “What’s your name?”\n\n“M-“ Michelle began, clearing her throat before trying again. “Michelle.” \n\n“Pretty name.” Honora smiled down to her. “Almost as pretty as you.” She chuckled as she gave Michelle a small squeeze and buzzed them in at a small apartment complex. “Now lets get out of this wind.” Honora smiled as she led Michelle inside and they headed up to the second floor apartment. “Home sweet home.” She smiled as she opened the door and let Michelle into the small apartment first.\n\nIt was cramped, with only a small kitchen, a smaller bathroom and a couch that pulled out into a bed, but it was warm and homely. “You keep that coat on for now, hun.” Honora said as she sat Michelle down on the couch and headed over to the closet. “I think I have some clothes that will fit you.” She said as she found a pear of sweat pants and a shirt. “Its not high fashion I’m afraid but they are a few years out from their expiration date so they should do you some good.” She said as she handed the clothes to Michelle who just sat on the couch. \n\n“Now, how about I make us girls a cup of coffee while you get changed? Or do you prefer tea?” She asked tilting her head a bit and Michelle finally managed to shake some of the daze she was trapped in.\n\n“Coffee is good.” She said as she began trying to pull the shirt on without taking off the coat.\n\n“Good, because my tea isn’t.” Honora said with a hearty laugh as she got to work. “You can take the coat off to get changed, hun.” Honora smiled over her shoulder as she watched Michelle struggle. “Its just us girls here.” \n\n“Right.” Michelle said flustered as she undid the heavy coat and pulled it off alongside her jacket and whatever dust was left of her shirt. She let out a small whimper as she looked at the small pile of dust on the couch that had been her last good shirt. How was she going to make it through the winter without even a proper shirt to her name? She could feel the tears starting to well up in her eyes again as Honora’s arm curled itself reassuringly around her shoulders.\n\n“We’ll figure something out, hun.” She said in a soothing voice. “Don’t you worry, we’ll figure something out.” She said as she gently stroked Michelle’s hair and the younger girl lost herself. Her whimpers turned to sobs and before long she was full on crying, holding on to this kind stranger for dear life as she cried her troubles out and the woman just rocked her back and forth with warm words of comfort.\n\n--"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Remote controlled vibrator/vibrating panties during Church. The Controller is the pastor. | [
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"content": "“Today I would like to talk to you about the pervasiveness and ubiquity of sin and the possibilities and promise of unearned grace. The scriptures tell us that sin is ever present in our world. Ever since the Fall, when Adam and Eve chose to shun God’s loving kindness and indulge in the desires of the flesh, we live in a world of sin. It warps and taints our bodies and our very wills.”\n\n_As his sermon started, so did Claire’s “penance.” The Hush vibrator she held inside of her whirred to life, silently pulsing inside of her body. She knew it was coming, but it still caught her by surprise, causing a sharp inhale, before she could consciously control and regulating her breathing. Sitting in her choir stall behind the altar she could see Reverend Peters standing at the pulpit, the text of his sermon in front of him, with his phone next to it. Most assumed it was to keep track of the duration of his sermons; only Claire knew that her lover made her cum in front of the entire congregation every Sunday by controlling the vibrator she wore._\n\n“It surrounds us. It engulfs us. It penetrates our innermost being.”\n\n_Claire closed her eyes momentarily, and let out a sigh, as he slowly intensified the vibration. Tessa, seated next to her in the stall, glanced over, with eyes that said “everything okay?” No one could hear the vibrator, but she had to focus to not cry out and reveal their secret. She nodded to Tessa and began to tightly grip her choir robes to ease the tension she was feeling._\n\n“It transforms and mutates our will. Our desire becomes a slave to it. Even when we believe that we are acting righteously, when we believe we are on the side of the angels, Satan and the forces of sin have so corrupted us that we commit evil unawares.”\n\n_Her breathing was elevated now. She forced herself to breathe through her nose. She was afraid to open her mouth lest she let out a moan. The sensations were intensifying, as the vibrator pulsed and buzzed against her g-sport. Her legs began to shake slightly as she squeezed her thighs together, praying no one noticed her fidgeting her chair. Hoping that the sermon placed the congregation under a similar rapture to that which the preacher currently had over her, she tried to focus on her breathing. Her chest heaved and swelled with every breath, increasing in speed and fervor. The grip on her choir robes had tightened, as she dug her fingers into the soft fabric, doing everything she could to not scream out in pleasure._\n\n“But yet god is ever-loving and all powerful. And though we do not deserve his love, for we are such corrupt and sinful creatures, he reaches out his hand and gives us a momentary reprieve. His grace breaks through the layers of sinfulness and wickedness. It reaches into our soul and gives us a moment of rest, of respite, of calm amid the stormy waters of evil.”\n\n_Suddenly the vibration stopped, and Claire audibly whimpered under her breath. She closed her eyes, hoping that the others in the choir did not hear, hoping to appear as deeply contemplative. But all she wanted was the pleasure back. She was moments away from climax, and he had denied her the object of her desire. She squeezed her thighs together willing him to press the button and continue to please her. He spoke of grace and love, but in this moment she felt only lust and abandonment, her desire for carnal pleasure only intensified._\n\n“And it is in this moment of quiet serenity that the Lord God asks us to make a choice. To accept his grace into our heart and soul and follow him out of the depths of sin and wickedness and despair. Or to turn our back, fully, knowingly, and willfully, on his love and return to the realm of sin and death. To know the peace and joy of God’s grace and to reject it. To experience God’s love and turn away from it. This is the true sin. This is the source of our corruption and wickedness. This shows the depths of our depravity, the penetration of wickedness into our souls, the transformation of our bodies from houses of God to temples of evil.”\n\n_Her mouth remained opened as she rapidly inhaled and exhaled with short broken breaths. He had pushed the intensity to full, and waves of pleasure cascaded over her. She could feel her climax building out of the depths of her soul, quickly enveloping her body. Her legs began to quiver, and despite her best efforts to squeeze them together, she was sure they were noticeable even under her choir robes. Her eyes were closed involuntarily, as short terse breaths passed in and out of her mouth, her lips curved in an ‘o’ shape. A bead of sweat dripped down her brow and she exerted every ounce of control to keep quiet as her orgasm overtook her. The vibrating pressure on her g-spot caused her vaginal walls to pulse, every muscle in her body contracting and convulsing. In another time and place her predicament would be described as the ecstasies of Teresa of Avila, but she knew that the source of her ecstasy was no angelic or spiritual visitation. She whimpered again slightly, as her body tightened and constricted around the vibrator, clenching and pulsing in pleasure, her knuckles white as she gripped her chair through the waves of carnal delight._\n\n“And so we all are given the choice of whom we serve. Do we serve God, who reaches out with love when all we deserve is scorn? Or do we shun this love, and serve only ourselves, the desires of our flesh, and the prince of sin and darkness? May we all be filled with strength, courage, and spirit when we are called upon to choose. Amen”\n\n_She regained control over her body as her orgasm subsided, and the vibrator went inert inside of her. Her forehead was now beaded with sweat, and she was sure she could smell her arousal and desire emanating from her now damp panties. She rose as one with the choir as they sang their closing him, but all she could think about was removing her choir robes after service and sneaking over to the rectory to wait for him with open legs, so that they could share in a moment of true spiritual and carnal ecstasy._\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A man’s value is judged by the size of his penis, while a woman’s value is judged by her bra size. | [
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"content": "Behind her desk, May files her nails while waiting on her assistant. A young woman, probably no older than 19, carries stacks of paper in her arms, pressed tight to her small chest.\n\n\"Here you go, ma'am.\"\n\nWaving the girl away, May's ample bosom jiggles from the movement. \"Yes, yes. Thank you, Cathy.\"\n\nIn the hallway, a nearly completely flat chested woman carries a vacuum to an empty office, plugging it in and going to turn it on before realizing the office isn't empty at all.\n\nOn the desk there is a woman, moderately large breasts and brown nipples bared, as a young man kneels on the floor, face buried between her thighs.\n\nOn the desk, next to the nearly naked boss, sits a huge bra, almost entirely full of padding.\n\nLisa, the maid, had never seen \"fake it until you make it\" play out quite that seriously."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You live in a world of superheroes and villains, while on your way home from work you stumble into a villains lab and take his newest mind control device, if you are use it sparingly no one well notice as you gain power. | [
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"content": "Pretty much the whole world thought the massive helmet that Cerebelle wore on her head was the secret to her power. That her mind controlling ability somehow came from the complex mess of circuits, satellite dishes, and whirling gizmos that adorned her helmet. Turns out that wasn’t true. The helmet, along with the spandex costume and cape she wore when she infamously tried to rob the banks or blow up bridges or do whatever else villains like to do, was nothing more than show. A gimmick. A marketing ploy. Her ability came from what appeared to be a simple smart watch she always wore on her wrist. \n\nAnd now that watch was on my wrist. \n\nTo be fair, I hadn’t *intended* on stealing from the most notorious super villain in recent history. And frankly, if she didn’t want a mishap like this to happen, she shouldn’t have modeled the watch to look exactly like the most popular fashion accessory and must-have tech gadgets of modern times. How I stumbled into her secret lab is a story all on its own, but at the end of the day, *I’m* now the one with mind control powers. If I ever find myself in county prison for villains, the maximum security evil-doers holding facility that Cerebelle ended up in after being famously beaten in a hilariously one-sided battle with the Flying Fox twins, I’ll make sure to apologize. \n\nBut something tells that won’t be happening any time soon. See, Cerebelle had grandeur ambitions of wealth, power, and notoriety. It’s why she battled with the Super League every other week. She could have used her power for good, or be like me and use it for personal selfish reasons. I don’t want any of the things she wants. I seek pleasures in an entirely different realm. Pleasures of the flesh. \n\nDon’t look at me like that. I know what you’re thinking. “You’re a rapist!” I’m not. I swear. Mind control works by making my targets willing. If they are willing, it’s not rape! Don’t say that I am forcing the unwilling to become willing, because then we will end up in a philosophical rabbit hole and frankly I don’t have that kind of time right now. Just know that every life I’ve touched since I got the watch (and I’ve touched a lot of things, believe me), has ended up happier than before. \n\nFor example, I don’t just use the watch for myself. Just the other day, I overheard a married couple arguing on the subway. Divorce was on the horizon and there was no way out. Such a shame, because they were such a beautiful young couple too. Turns out, after I dug around their minds for a bit, their issues lied in the bedroom. The husband wanted to try anal sex, something he had always dreamed of, but the wife wouldn’t comply. She wouldn’t even indulge the thought. To her, the ass was an exit-only and that was final. This relatively minor argument had snowballed and now divorce was looming it's ugly head, all because the woman was reluctant and medieval and the man was stubborn.\n\nBut that was before they met me. \n\nChanging people's minds is easy, but like I said, I’m nothing like Cerebelle. The changes I make are subtle and beneficial. I don’t rape anybody. I merely suggest.\n\nOne easy mental command and the woman suddenly no longer believed anal sex to be buggery. It was pleasurable. It was beautiful. Her husband would enjoy it and she would too. Right there in the subway, she peeled her jeans down to her around ankles and began to finger her asshole; her sense of inhibitions was gone too. Just a touch to begin with, playing with the outer ring where it’s wrinkly focal point is lined with sensitive nerves. She massaged that area, closing her eyes and letting out a soft moan. \n\nThat’s when I enabled a shrouding field. Everybody within a 50 foot radius received a brain signal to no longer register the woman, her husband, or I. We were essentially invisible. The handy watch has other fun capabilities, but at that moment I wanted to give this nice couple some privacy. \n\nShe then let her husband suck on her middle finger for a moment, before inserting it into her ass to the second knuckle. She let out a gasp, though whether it was in shock or pleasure, I couldn’t tell. Maybe it was shock of how pleasurable it was. Her pink slit was wet by this point, oozing a clear stream that dropped down onto the plastic seat of the subway train. Surely not the most offensive substance that seat had ever seen. \n\nShe continued to finger her ass for two more stops. With every thrust and motion, exhilarating pleasure moved through her like waves. It was not unlike she was fingering her pussy. I sent a mental command prohibiting her from touching her pussy - I wanted her to fall in love with anal. \n\nThe husband unzipped and pulled his cock out, and I suddenly understood why the wife had been reluctant all these years; the man was huge. His girth alone would split an asshole like tissue paper. An anal virgin would have to prepare for months to take him and perhaps even an avid pornstar would have to do significant stretch work before shooting an anal scene with him. \n\nSo that’s where I came in (no pun intended). My own member was slightly above average size and would be a suitable starter for the woman on her first anal adventure. At that moment, only I could save their marriage. Yes, this was the *only* way. \n\nThe husband warmed the wife up for me, licking her ass and getting it used to sensation. It hadn’t taken long at all for her to relax her sphincter enough to take two fingers now. They were sliding in and out of her with ease while he licked her shaved asshole with gusto, occasionally stopping to suck it. Yes, he sucked her ass. He formed a seal with his lips by bracing it against her little ring, then sucked with all his might. Judging by her scream, she *really* enjoyed that. \n\nWordlessly, the wife eventually climbed over to the seat in front of her, where I was sitting. Neither her nor her husband had any objections to it. They just obeyed and watched with looks of approval. She kicked her jeans off and using the handholds above to balance, she placed her feet on either side of my hips. My cock was pointing straight up, glistening with precum. She bent over and her husband gave one last, sloppy lick and suck. I had a bottle of lube in my pocket, but I figured his saliva would do just fine. \n\nShe slowly lowered herself until my head pressed against her puckered entrance. She let out a soft gasp. \n\n“Relax,” I said. I didn’t need to say it out loud since it was a mental command, but it just felt like the right thing to do. Immediately, she obeyed and I felt her sphincter grow. It spread across my cock as she simultaneously lowered herself onto me and soon my entire head was engulfed by her ass. Her stretched ring snapped back around my shaft after it had crested the head, the thickest part. \n\n“Good girl,” I said. She smiled and grimaced before lowering herself further until she was sitting against my lap. I could feel her soft ass against my naked skin. \n\n“Anal sex is wonderful,” I whispered to her, “it is a superior way to *cum*.”\n\nThe second I said that last word, she shuddered as an orgasm ripped through her body. Nipples turned hard like little pebbles, and it wasn’t just because it was cold. Her muscles tensed, squeezing my cock in tight pulses and she leaned back against me. The tightness of her virgin asshole spasming like that sent myself over the edge and I shot a healthy load of deep inside her bowels. It was my gift to them. \n\nShe was happy and so was he. They both would benefit from this encounter.\n\nI made sure to check on the couple a week later, and their mental well being was through the roof. \n\nYou’re welcome. \n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every year, the villagers offer you a virgin as to calm your wolven wrath, to sate your lust and then your hunger. This year, they were tricked and sent a virgin boy instead. (TT) | [
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"content": "I almost had it ready for Thursday :P Whatever, I hope you like it.\n\n_______________\n\nThe turning of the leaves said that it was Autumn, and thus it was nearing the time. Every year you do this, and every year the village complies. It is not a choice that you make, but a nature to which you are bound. The remainder of the year was the time for you to howl and rage at the waning moon, and your returning lucidity. The people of the village had long ago surrendered to this status-quo, learning through bloody trial and error that your urges would be sated regardless of their resistance. So these days, they made a habit of Offerings in the Fall.\n\nThe first time had been by chance, a straggler left out on the cobbles, taken in full view of the rest. But on that night you were satiated before being worked into a violent froth, and hence left the village with your prize, and without tearing through it in a rage.\n\nThe next year another girl was offered, staked to a post with half a foot of rope, a few hundred feet beyond the furthest house. That second time as well, the village watched. But only to be sure. From then on they chose to obfuscate things through obtuse ceremony, flowery myths, and sending the offering themselves out into the forest. To be unseen when you arrive. Untold years has passed since then, the individuals who cemented these traditions long gone by now. You cannot even remember a time before the offerings anymore.\n\nBut then again, it is Autumn, and so you can barely remember anything. Your mind wracked with visions of flesh, images twisted beyond specificity and blurred into a maelstrom of the carnal. Even your lithe lupine body has become a spastic jumble of frustration. On all fours you can smell the ground, tracks of all prey in every direction, like blinding lights, you can almost taste their meat between your jaws. Digitigrade walking frees your head from that myre only to spring your member from its sheath. Your steps sway and you stagger as your blood flow violently redirects. Suddenly all you can see are bodies, swaying and alluring, a blur of species and persona. You fall back to the ground as the wiry fur on your thighs brushes your shaft, with a throbbing intensity a glob of pre-ejaculate slides down. You shudder and regain your balance as a quadruped, the glob shifts direction, tantalizing you until it falls free to the dirt. The visions blinding your mind change track yet again, and you howl.\n\nA call, from the woods. A Human. The Sacrifice. In a hormone laden heartbeat you are off. They are calling into the night, wails of fear you are sure. It is always the wails of fear you remember first, once the moon wanes. You can smell them now, your sprint becomes more frantic. A pheromonal recognition fixates your mind, though you haven’t the power any longer to ponder what it could mean.\n\nYour prey smells as determined at you are.\n\nA small clearing, lit by the rusty full moon. The Offering has wandered to the center of it, as if on a platter for you. Barefoot, clad in a simple gown of white cloth, holding in their hands one of the twig-crowns they had begun to include. Garnish. They drop the crescent of woven wolfsbane clippings when you shatter through the brush before them. A hesitant moment of anticipation, you slowly approach, again trying to stand on your hind legs. You are focused properly now, and able to balance.\n\n“You’re huge…” The Sacrifice mumbles. They are afraid, but something is different.\n\nYour hesitance lingers, and you take in their scent once more, closer and deeper. This Offering feels no terror, unlike all before them they seem less full of trepidation than wonder. Your presence is cowing, as it always is, but they aren’t frozen like prey should be. Intrigue? The Sacrifice takes a step forward. Instinctively, you recoil.\n\n“You’re alright, it’s okay.” They whisper, approaching carefully with an outstretched arm.\n\nWith a snarl you pounce, taking hold of your prey with your foreclaws. They shriek as you lift them from the ground. Skinny but with curvaceous hips, long dark hair now askew. They tremble and try to kick, but long as they are, your Prey’s legs do not reach you. Finally they wrap their slender fingers around your wrists, you feel their fingernails find purchase, but they couldn’t hurt you if they tried. You taste them, running your tongue over the Offering’s face, they always sweated with fear, and you always tasted it.\n\nBut not this time. The tangy terror you’d grown to expect on the girls the village sent to you was not to be found on this night. The Sacrifice in your hands was sweating, but not in fear. The boy in your clutches was aroused. For a time all you could do was to stand, nearly motionlessly holding them aloft, as the hormones in your mouth and brain danced.\n\nSuddenly, your slackened posture allowed the boy the find purchase on you with a foot. But only his toes, against the tip of your still raging erection. His efforts reward him, with only that lightest of touches he brought you to near orgasm. Your already leaking member coated the boys foot, just before you let him go. Your balance again failed you and you are a quadruped once more. The Sacrifice laying beneath you, both of you breathing heavily.\n\nSlowly, without taking his eyes off of you, the boy who somehow found his way to you as an Offering, turns over and presents himself to you. In what coalesces as the first coherent thought you’ve had in your own memory, you think to yourself: The girls always fight.\n\nYou mount him, and your member gets caught in the thin fabric of his dress. You can feel his own erection through it, against yours. With a finesse you almost forgot you possess, you tear the fabric away and let it pile on the forest floor beneath you. Your claws brushing painlessly across the boy’s back, he moans. You rear back, then thrust, failing to enter him but leaving a trail of precum along his back.\n\nHe presses against you, sliding your member between the cheeks of his ass. A whimper escapes you as another stream of ejaculate achingly slips out, dripping onto your willing Offering. You foreclaws find the ground behind you and he gyrates, keeping you upright while he begins to stand for better purchase against your cock. The Offering wants you inside of them, the sounds they are making tell you as much. But sat upon your hind legs as you are, they simply aren’t tall enough to mount you themselves. Both of you begin to emit pent up whining noises. You want to help them, they want to help you, a bridge of understanding forms in your addled lupine mind.\n\nAll you know to do though, is to take over. You force the boy’s face into the dirt and scrabble to grip against the dirt with your hindclaws. He tries to rise, but his arms are far from strong enough. With your free foreclaw you grip your member, something feels so familiar about how your claw can hold things, but this tiny moment of wonder is passed in an instant as you guide your painfully erect cock into your Offering. He shudders and digs his toes into the ground, pushing against your thrust. Smeared in your cum as he was, you can still only penetrate him with a third of your length with that initial plunge. Your rear back again, and his thighs press together, you can feel his orgasm undulating through him with your member. The flow of your precum gets stronger and again you thrust, deeper this time. You wrap both your hands around his waist and lift the boy clean off the ground for your third.\n\nYou stand and he is filled with you. Shuddering nearly uncontrollably as he babbles, half formed words of adoration, while a thin dribble of his own pre-ejaculate works it’s way down his strained cock, dripping into the already forming puddle of your fluids beneath. You howl as you ride your Offering, your orgasm coming in waves, at first no line is drawn at all, the stream of precum simply increasing and increasing with each thrust until it spilled from the boy. The stimulation had worked countless orgasms from him. But then, with a renewed vigor, you again fell to all-fours and pressed him down with your whole body. He squirmed as you knotted him, gasping and ejaculating, while able only to murmur and flail. Finally, satisfyingly, you come. Your offering filling with your seed and tied in place.\n\nAll other Autumns you can remember, what followed was a feral act of hunger. But no other Offering had ever been so fulfilling. Of course you bit the boy, there are instincts that cannot be fought. But you only bit him, a small tear to the flesh of his shoulder, he hadn't even awoke. The morning was strange, in your day-form he cared for you, spoke with you. But the moon was yet to wane, you worried for the coming night in ways you had no words for.\n\nBut the moon brought change to you both, and now the village has two Wolves to worry about next Fall.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your nearly nightly wet dreams turn out to be more than just your imagination. | [
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"content": "My roommates don't believe me. They say I fall asleep masturbating and then wet myself.\n\nThat would be believable if my penis was inside my Hanes when I wake up, but it's always sticking out of the side or the top, sometimes still throbbing and glistening from its recent encounter. The wetness is always localized to just my undies, but my ejaculations are so strong you would expect to see wet blankets, carpet, pillow, and mattress. That's how I know my semen is going *into* something.\n\nThat something I know intimately by touch now. Her looks and character changes with every dream. Sometimes she's a redhead, sometimes blonde. Sometimes she's a shy bookworm, sometimes she's a nymph floating through the yggdrasills, and I'm a distracted stag hunter. Those change, but other things don't.\n\nShe weighs about 130. She shaves except for a thin strip above her vagina. Her breasts are B and conical with large nipples. She has braces. Her hair is very thick and curly. I spent a creepy amount of time in the perfume section of Kohls last weekend. She wears Burberry. \n\nShe's obviously very good at climbing, but none of the girls on the rock climbing club quite match. She probably doesn't have any early morning classes, or she skips them. Or she has afternoon breaks where she catches up on her sleep.\n\nShe doesn't have any self confidence, obviously. That doesn't narrow it down a whole lot at this Christian college, unfortunately.\n\nI've tried triggers in my dreams to wake myself up. Giving her glittery pink toenails almost works, but just makes me lucid. I've tried talking to her, but my mouth won't move. I listen to her moans, but she keeps them faint enough that there's no uniqueness to her voice.\n\nI've thought about taking a sample of the wetness to the genetics students, but I'm worried I'll get her in trouble. I don't want to scare her away.\n\nI'm sure one day I will sit down somewhere, under an oak with my Calculus perhaps. A girl at the other tree will become nervous. She'll leave. I'll recognize the hair. The wind will blow Burberry my way. She'll look at her feet as she walks. A million visual puzzle pieces will fall into place. My instinct might be to chase her, but that would probably scare her, so I'll just watch her walk away.\n\nThen only her voice will be missing. The sound of her laugh. That I may never find."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: For a hand picked group of students attending this college, they receive free accommodation and pay no tuition, if they meet the requirements: They must complete the sexual activities outlined on their weekly rosters and live in a purpose built dorm. | [
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"content": ">Author's Note: Contains Rulebreaking, m/f, and impregnation.\n\n\"*Fuck*\", Mabel thought.\n\nIt had been so simple. In a desperate try to save money, Mabel as well as many others had agreed to an rather interesting apartment. The dorm was purpose built with one motto in mind, which all rules and guidelines were about: \"Pleasure inside, Chastity outside.\" Mabel (as well as the others) were asked to keep up the veil of celibacy and chastity to the outside students, while they were obligated to sexually deviant practices in the dormitory. No gendered bathrooms, no lockable doors, everyone must spend three days a week in the room of someone else. (Mabel had thought herself clever when she decided that swapping rooms with someone else would do the trick, but found devastated by the arousing aroma of her roomies' sheets, almost fainting her with the aroma of perfume and love juices) In a way, it was funny, there was no explicit need to have sex with others, but it was conveniently set up that sex with others was the easiest of options.\n\nAnd it turned out for Mabel in this mere moment, this blink of an eye, that the difficult wasn't the sexually open world, but that it was the fact of surpressing one's desire, one's love outside.\n\n\"I-I think I should go.\" Mabel said out loud, trying to get away from the charming, beautiful, enticing stranger whose lips seemed so soft to the inevitable touch of two lusty people, embracing each other in the romantic setting of a party... \nMabel shook her head, and tried to get up, trying to get away from this influence. She had hoped this would be it, that she could just leave, return home and keep up the rules.\n\nA grab, no, an embrace of his warm, muscular hands stopped that retreat. \"Shh, cool down, little girl...\" He said, holding her tightly, his palms resting on my belly. Mabel's breath grew coarse, and quickened still, as the fires of desire licked over her face, setting in a deep blush and an awkward smile. \"Come on, let's just have fun...\"\n\nI winced, and in this moment I turned my way of thinking. No more was the goal to keep up the rules, but to not get caught breaking them. My look wandered around, not spotting anyone from my dorm or any of the administrators here. They must be smarter than to head right into the lion's den, to throw themselves into temptation so willingly. A deep breath, and Mabel let out little more than a whisper: \"Half an hour, in the third woman's stall, okay?\" The guy nodded, and the embrade loosened. \n\nWith hasty steps, Mabel got up and into the bathroom. It wasn't inside the dorm, so she had to have no fear of open doors, of everyone watching. Normally, she had no reason to shame, but this was different. \nSitting down inside the bathroom stall, Mabel quickly dropped down her legwear and sat on the toilet. She had no need to urinate, having drunk comparatively little today, even in terms of non-alcoholic beverages. Instead, her heart was pounding, her cheeks were blushing, and her body cried out for a simple touch, any touch... And Mabel complied. A gentle trace over her overtly hardened nipples reminded her of the embrace. If he had touched her there, he'd have noticed her arousal, her need. What would he have done if he knew? Taken her then and there? With anyone to watch, no, everyone to watch? Would she have said no?\n\nMabel's fingers dug deep into the aching flesh, craving every bit of desire, even more. Her voice was unheard by herself, but loud and clear. Loud enough, in fact, to see the door to her stall swing open and have another girl stare at her in surprise. The girl was under 21, not allowed to drink and most likely snuck in by her friends. That girl, too, had the faint blush of arousal, the hardened nipples that had tormented Mabel so, and she was looking, gazing on the most private act a girl can perform, done in such a public place.\n\nThe two lingered for a moment. Mabel didn't stop, but she slowed down, surprised, unexpecting, and yet so needy. Her mind was rationalising, trying to weigh her own desire and needs against her inmost shame, her awkward gaze, and most of all, her preferences.\n\nJust as lust were about to win Mabel over, just as she was opening her mouth to say something akin to \"Come on in, girl!\", the girl herself shook her head, and closed the door with a hasty: \"Sorry!\" The girl didn't leave though, sitting down in the stall next to Mabel and relieving herself of her bladder, as heard.\n\nMabel hesitated to start over, and soon after, the guy she was waiting for entered, seeing her nude, aroused, playing with herself. He gazed upon her, and the bulge in his pants was not hard to spot at all.\n\n\"Take me.\" Mabel begged.\n\nThe guy whipped out his cock with quick movements, and picked Mabel up. Pinned against the wall, she had no other recourse than to hold onto him, to put her trust in the man holding her, fucking her. Her legs curled around him as her head rested on his shoulders, taking in his body's sweet odor.\n\nThen, he entered inside her. No condom, that was certain, only his hard, raw cock, hitting fast and deep inside her. He kept foreplay or anything besides the main act to himself, and grunted as he thrusted her against the wall.\n\n\"Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yes!\"\n\nMabel's cries were loud, overt. Anyone might listen in, anyone might come in, Mabel didn't care. All she cared around was this fullness inside her, the rod rubbing her wet, needy folds, hitting all the spots that were right, all the little places fingers couldn't reach as well.\n\n\"Ungh! Yes,baby! Pound me, pound me... Breed me, you son of a bitch! Knock me up!\"\n\nMabel cried out more and more, the prospect of him not using a rubber turning into a fantasy of him fathering children inside her, this stranger she hadn't known an hour prior, this man she didn't even tell her own name, or ask his in turn. The wicked thought filled her mind, took over every waking moment of her head. His grunts urged Mabel on to push back, to let herself drop whenever he pounded in her, to move faster, to be fucked harder.\n\n^^\"Fuck... ^^shit... ^^Ohh...\"\n\nThe faint voice coming from the stall over was quiet, but not quiet enough to be overheard by either of them. Not given visuals, only the imagination of how it looked seemed to urge both the man thrusting into Mabel, pounding her with ever more frequency, as well as Mabel herself.\n\n\"Yes, let's show that little minx how mommy and daddy make babies! Break me, daddy! Break little mommy!\", Mabel cried as she rode out her own orgasm, and not soon after felt the spurts of baby batter shoot deep inside her.\n\nThe two of them turned quiet, their exhausted breath calming. Mabel whispered to the guy: \"Thanks, I needed that.\" and tried getting back down to the floor. He let her go, softly lowering her as he nodded. He whispers to her: \"I see there is someone else that needs *\"something like that\"*,\" and with a wink, he walks over to the next stall, pants still down.\n\nMabel gets dressed, gets out and leaves. Nobody should ever know, nobody could ever know, and that meant only one thing: Someone inside the dorm would have to do her bareback. With thoughts of lust and love, Mabel returned to her dorm room alone."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Really popular, 20 y/o supplement for pregnant mothers ended up making their sons hyper masculine, and now that the boys are adults the coeds are having a hard time thinking clearly. | [
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"content": ">Author's Note: Contains Hypermasculinity, Ads.\n\nJules is confident. Jules is bold. Jules is elusive. Of course, Jules isn't just a boy, a pipsqueak, a youngster, a child. He ain't a dude either, he won't be called \"guy\" by anyone.\n\nJules is a **M**an. A capital M type of man. As a **M**an, Jules is manly, not masculine. He doesn't down shakes on the daily, he doesn't go shave. He lifts weights, and raises the bar, both in what he is able to do, and what men can do in general.\n\nJules walks into a bar, and the crowd turns into sea for him to swim in. Guys want to do his every wish, wanna be like him. Well, those that don't want to be emasculated by him, those that don't desire his most masculine of organs deep inside them do, at least. Gals, and those guys hoping they'd be like gals, they flock to Jules, hoping he'd acnowledge them, or flirt with them, or perhaps, even more.\n\nJules doesn't pick, he goes through. He snags a girl, grabbing her by her busty, open body. She doesn't need names, she doesn't need to feel in charge. Jules is a **M**an, and she trusts his every action. She doesn't hesitate as she dresses down in public, she wonders not when he dresses down and reveals his nine-inch cock to the public. She bends over, suspended by her female competition as said competition cheers Jules on, egging him to defile the woman.\n\nJules pushes in, and he doesn't ask if it hurts, he doesn't do courtesy. His nine inches sink deep into the woman's womanhood, violating her both physically as well as mentally. The woman doesn't hold out, a quivering mess beneath him. Her tongue lolled about uncontrollably, her eyes lost in pleasure. Even the simplest insertion has made her squeeze her child-bearing pussy for him, made her womb warm and embracing of his kin.\n\nUnfortunately for this girl, the mind fails where the body is willing. She passes out, overwhelmed by the sensation caused by the mere imagination of motherhood by Jules, the thought of being impregnated by a **M**an. Jules doesn't linger, doesn't fuck her despite her exhaustion. After all, there are far more waiting in line.\n\nJules fucks girl after girl, each and every one passing out before he can finish. Jules is a **M**an, though, and he needs to breed a woman. After a while, he feels himself ready, and returns to the very first woman he started with. She is barely awake now, still shaken with the afterglow, only to be jolted awake by the pleasure of insertion, hilting, ejaculation inside her. She cries and cries in lustrous pleasure, and even though Jules already moved to the next, she still shudders under perpetual climax as the warmth of the virile seed inside her lulls her to an exhaustive sleep.\n\nTwo, then three, then five, then ten: Woman in the club are getting impregnated, as other men touch themselves, touch each other at the masculinity that the **M**an shows. Soon, the club is filled with woman filled with his seed, and not one of the men dares to take his turn on one of them. Husbands, boyfriends, siblings: Not one of them tries to stop Jules, because Jules is a **M**an, and **M**en like him don't get bothered by wimps.\n\nJules was bred to be a **M**an, genetic modification making him irresistable. But Jules is not alone anymore. The pervert next door can be the next Jules in your life, the creepy janitor can become the **M**an that takes your wife. Even you can become a **M**an with Man^^TM Deodorant, made with pheromones that may cause your dick to get sore from all the pussy you'll be having."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Pregnancy takes about 3 hours from conception to birth | [
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"content": "\"Zoella, what do you think you're doing?\"\n\n\"Clocking in?\" The raven haired 22 year old answered, freezing mid-swipe in front of the time clock as the voice from the Production Office stopped her in her tracks. It wasn't unusual for the Admin side of the factory to get their chops busted every now and then by the rougher types that actually made the stuff they sold and this morning already wasn't looking to be any different. \"Why? Wanna send me home with pay?\"\n\n\"Hell, we should pay you extra. It might encourage you to be on time more. Ten minutes early is a new record for you I believe.\" Mike said, clean cut and immaculately dressed in a perfectly ironed dress shirt and slacks, as he leaned forward just to give the blinking time on the clock a comedic double take. \"I've got a fresh pot of coffee on in my office if you'd like something to do with your free time\"\n\n\"Thanks but no thanks. My stomach is actually acting up a little right now and I don't even think I could handle smelling it to be honest. Since you're offering....how about a spare Green Tea bag from your stash?\"\n\n\"Sure thing. You do look a little flushed\" He said with a faltering smile and squinting eyes before turning and leading the way back through the open doorway. \"Rough night?\"\n\n\"Sort of\" Zoella answered diplomatically, trying to keep her expression neutral as she slipped into the offered chair opposite his desk. Waiting until his back was turned she tugged at the sweater wrapping her petite upper body discretly, cursing her boyfriend under her breath for ever allowing him to do laundry again. He was great in a lot of ways but choosing what to air dry wasn't one of them. \"You know....holiday stuff\"\n\nMike let the silence drag on as he picked out one of his personal mugs and dropped the bag in along with a packet of sugar. With a well practiced splash of warm water he handed the cup to the girl half his age as he took a seat on the corner of his desk with all the aura of a concerned father. \"Did holiday stuff use a condom?\"\n\n\"Excuse me?\" The question knocked her out of her thoughts for a second before the burning at her fingers forced her back to reality to shift her grip to the handle. \"Listen, we're friends and everything but that's tota-\"\n\n\"Zoey just look at your sweater\" He interuppted, patiently waiting for her eyes to fall down over her body. Her gray eyes took their time at staring at the small roll of a new curve showing through even the relatively loose sweater draping over her petite body. He waited patiently as her eyes swung back up to his before back down to her chest in confusion, watching them give a certain amount of new bounce through her bra as she shifted uncomfortable in place. \"Maybe that day off with pay would be a good idea\"\n\n\"No way\" She shot back as she slid to her feet and set the cup down like it was radioactive. \"Nope. No way. I can't.....\"\n\n\"You know it's possible to be early AND late at the same time\" He tried to say soothingly, trying to diffuse the situation with a bit of dry humor like he always did. \"No judgement, did you have unprotected sex this morning?\"\n\nThe bite of her lower lip as her eyes fell to the floor was all the answer that he seemed to need. Waking up to kisses down her neck instead of a blaring alarm clock hadn't been unwelcome, neither had the hand sliding up and under the tshirt from behind as Mark had spooned her. He slept nude as their heating bill usually showed and all it took was a slip of a pair of panties down to her knees before they made their own slow but forceful version of breakfast in bed. While she had still be kinda groggy the feeling of a warm gush had stuck with her....and that was even before he had offered to wash her hair while they showered together. \n\n\"I thought so. I'll email your supervisor and let them know that you'll nee-\"\n\n\"Stop. Just stop okay. I've got to get to work\" Just like that she was out of the office and walking down the main corridor with a pace that suggested an angry wolf was hot on her heels. Both hands slide across the rapidly growing bump on her tummy now big enough on her small frame that it wouldn't be hideable even under the best conditions. The quick bit of math she did in her head put their encounter at an hour ago which would make her......\n\n\"First trimester?\" The female voice asked as she turned the corner into the employee breakroom, coming face to face with Sarah mid stir of her morning oatmeal. \"You're going to want to get rid of that bra very soon or you aren't gonna like the breast soreness that comes after, trust me on that.\"\n\n\"Shut UP. JUST SHUT UP\" Zoey snapped, catching even the mid 30 year old off guard by the usually quiet and polite girl breaking down. The shock didn't last long before the mother of 4 turned with a snap all of her own and grabbed a chair which luckily ended up exactly where it needed to be before her knees gave way. \"Maybe its....I need.....I need to think..\"\n\n\"Ssshhhhh. No you listen to me sweety. You're not the first woman in this boat and you won't be the last\" She said quietly with a quick brush of Zoey's black hair away from the glistening tears welling up at the corners of her eyes. The younger girl barely moved from staring at the floor as Sarah circled around behind her slowly and found her bra strap before letting it go with a half stiffled sigh of relief. \"Its sudden dear but it's not the end of the world. You're caring and sweet. I think you're going to be a good Mom actually. What do you think?\"\n\nZoella sniffed softly before the nervous giggle got the better of her and she got around to sliding the loose bra straps laying across her shoulders beneath her sweater down enough that she could finally pull the whole think up the front of her top. She handed it over, ignoring the looks the pair was getting from other people curiously poking their heads in on the way by. There was no denying the fact that her breasts were bigger. Maybe a full cup size bigger judging by the sheer amount of bounce they gave with each panicked hiccup starting to wind down along with her emotions. \"I think....I need some privacy\"\n\n\"Naturally\" Sarah purred, glancing at the clock with a nervousness all of her own. \"Let's get you to the company nurse's office. She isn't going to be in for another hour but you won't have any uninvited guests at least. Up and at 'em\" She said with a hand beneath Zoella's arm, careful to balance the increasingly top heavy girl before starting their walk towards the opposite door. \n\n\"It's kinda crazy. I was worried about the slice of pizza that I brought for lunch making me fat\" She deadpanned softly, her eyes still a little pink from the rollercoaster of emotionss swirling around as they made their way down the hallway and let Sarah shut the door behind her. \"Should I call a doctor or something....\"\n\n\"I'll handle that, don't you worry youre little head about that. First things first is we need to get those clothes off you before they start cutting into you. You always dressed nicely Zoe. I appreciate that\" She said half to herself, thankfully ignoring the touch of pink on her friends cheeks as she helped her wiggle out of the sweater until her previous C cups bounced out from beneath as swollen DD's. \n\n\"How long do you think I have?\" She said, rubbing her fingers along her previously flat tummy now bulging enough to pop her belly button out. She jerked all of the sudden, looking between her hands and the place where the the sharp kick caught her off guard in confusion.\n\n\".......Not long.\" The thicker brunette said as her eyes fixed on the droplette of white emerge from her friend's puffy nipple. \"Just stay here and breathe while I make a phone call. You've done amazing. Much better than my first. You're a natural\"\n\n\"Naturals don't come to work do they? Could I get some ice cubes maybe? I'm a little thirsty\" Zoella said, taking a seat on the dusty nurses couch and laying back in a big to find a comfortable spot from the bowling ball hanging in her stomach.\n\n\"Gotcha. Be right back. Don't you go anywhere\" Sarah said with a wide smirk before slipping out the door and shutting it behind her. If she hadn't burst out into a flat run towards the phone sitting on her desk she might have caught the first surprised grunt and following moan from the other side, but like she had said the suddenness was part of both the gift and the curse.\n\n(I'm definitely and obviously very new. If you want to give me tips and pointers for writing I'll definitley take them in PM form!)\n\n"
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