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Write a story using this writing prompt: A female mage had a spell backfire on her, and now she's lactating and incredibly horny. Not only that, her milk has some magical properties, and her inquisitive mind can't help but look for someone to help her test it.
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"content": "\n\"You're the first person I've seen in days.\" She said as she stared at me with hungry eyes. \"I'm not sure if you'll be able to help me or not...\"\n\nShe was quite attractive. Maybe around 25 years old? Long black hair, and dark brown eyes. Her body was fit and toned, with nice curves. A bit of a belly, but nothing out of control.\n\n\"What do you need?\" I asked.\n\n\"My spell went wrong,\" she replied. \"I’m super horny, but my real concern is it's giving me all this extra milk. There’s a good chance it has some magical properties from drinking it. I just want to see what it does.\"\n\n\"How much is there?\"\n\n\"I don't know... I can't tell because my breasts are so full. It feels like gallons!\"\n\n\"Let me see them,\" I said.\n\nThe woman stepped closer and let me take a good look at her boobs. They were huge! The biggest I'd ever seen. And they were still growing.\n\n“So what do you want me to do?”\n\n“I need you to suck the milk out. It will give me sweet relief, and I’ll get to see what the milk does.”\n\n\"Are you sure about this?\" I asked.\n\n\"Yes! Please help me!\"\n\nI leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth. The moment I did, the woman moaned loudly and thrust her chest towards me. Her hands grabbed onto my head and pulled me harder against her tits.\n\"Oh yes! That's it! Suck me hard!\"\n\nI began sucking her nipple, and within seconds she was cumming. Her juices ran down my chin as she continued moaning.\n\n\"Oh fuck! I can feel it! It's making me so wet!\"\n\n\"Just relax and enjoy it,\" I told her. \"It won't hurt you.\"\n\"I don't think it will hurt me,\" she replied. \"But it feels incredible!\"\n\nI continued sucking on her breast while she moaned in pleasure. After a few minutes, she stopped moving and I released her nipple.\n\n\"That felt amazing,\" she sighed. \"Now I'm ready to find out what the milk does.\"\n\nSuddenly, I noticed something strange. My dick was rock hard, and it seemed way bigger than normal.\n\"Is your milk doing that to me?” I asked.\n\n\"Of course it is!\"\n\nI looked down at myself and saw my muscles bulging. I could feel the heat coming off my body. I looked up at the woman and noticed she was also looking at me with interest.\n\n\"Your body is changing too,\" she said. \"Didn't you notice?\"\n\n\"I didn't until now,\" I admitted. \"I feel stronger and bigger than usual. And I definitely have more energy.\"\n\n\"That's the milk,\" she explained. \"Now come over here and start going to town!”\n\n\"You mean... right here?\"\n\n\"Yeah! Right here!\"\n\nI moved closer to her and began licking her tits again. As soon as I touched them, my dick started throbbing. It felt so big and heavy, but it was so hard to resist.\n\"Fuck me!\" she screamed. \"Take my pussy! Fuck me with that massive cock of yours!\"\n\nI couldn't believe how turned on I was by her words. I had never been this horny before, and it wasn't even my dick that was getting me excited.\n\n\"Here I go!\" I said.\n\nI stood up and grabbed my shaft. I then placed my hands on her hips and slowly slid my cock into her.\n\"Holy shit!\" she yelled. \"This is so much bigger than I expected!\"\n\nI pushed deeper inside her and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I felt her hot insides squeeze my dick as I filled her completely.\n\n\"Oh god!\" she cried. \"I've never felt anything like this! You're so fucking big!\"\n\nI began thrusting in and out of her, and her cries became louder.\n\n\"Faster!\" she shouted. \"Harder! Fuck me harder!\"\nI slammed my cock deep inside her and felt her pussy spasm around me. She came again and I felt her juices squirt all over my balls.\n\n\"You made me cum so many times already,\" she moaned. \"I don't think I can take any more!\"\n“But I’ve got so much energy! I feel like I could go all night!”\n\nI pounded her pussy hard, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Our tongues danced together and I felt my orgasm building.\n\n\"Oh god!\" she cried. \"I'm cumming again! I'm cumming so hard!\"\n\nHer pussy tightened around me and I exploded inside her. I shot load after load into her, and we both fell to the ground.\n\n\"Oh fuck!\" she gasped. \"That was incredible! I haven't cum like that since I was a teenager!\"\n\n\"Me neither,\" I laughed. \"And I've never cum so much before either.\"\n\nWe laid there for a minute, catching our breath. Then I rolled off of her and looked down at her. She was smiling happily, and I realized she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.\n\n\"You're so gorgeous,\" I whispered. \"I can't believe I fucked you.\"\n\n\"Well, I'm glad you did,\" she replied. \"I needed that.\"\n\n\"You're not mad?\"\n\n\"Why would I be mad? I love sex, and you gave me the best experience I've ever had. And now I know what my milk does.”\n\nI got up and looked down at her. She was still lying on her back, and her huge breasts were jiggling slightly. I bent down and began kissing her nipples again.\n\n\"I guess you can stay here tonight,\" She said. \"I don't think I can drive you home right now.\"\n\n\"I don't care where we sleep,\" I replied. \"As long as I can get some more of that milk!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Wholesome prompts
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"content": "(My specialty!)\n\n1. His girlfriend is taller than him and a huge fan of cuddling, so he often ends up as her teddy bear, not that he minds. Even when they fuck, it's more like snuggling with penetration.\n2. The prince was ecstatic to finally be able to marry his childhood sweetheart, a peasant girl that his family never approved of. Their consummation would certainly be sweet.\n3. (Incest) She didn't think her poor younger brother deserved to be rejected so brutally by the girl he had a crush on, and as his older sister, she felt it her duty to cheer him up. She had a very... mmm, special, but still sweet, way of doing so."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She insisted her having a penis would be temporary. "Just a month or two, and then I'll go back to the BodyMod shop to switch back" she had said. But it has been almost a year....
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"content": "\"Look, it's just really convenient when I have to take a tinkle,\" She began, \"And, well, you know, I kind of like how it's just a one-and-done experience with fapping too.\"\n\n\"Janice, you know you're being ridiculous. What did Brendan say about this?\" Mary replied.\n\n\"Oh, him? Well, we do a lot of anal these days and he doesn't seem to mind that I can't get pregnant so easy anymore.\" Her voice trailed off in thought.\n\n\"That doesn't really sound like the whole story lady. Spill it!\"\n\n\"If you're going to force me too, then whatever. We're actually in the process of splitting up?\"\n\n\"Whaaaaaaaaaa-\"\n\n\"Yeah, I know, it's a big step. But, here's the thing. I went to Brendan and asked if he'd be okay with he fucking him some time and he totally refused! It's like, why'd I even get this dick if I can't use it for sex?\"\n\n\"I thought you like peeing and masturbating with it?\" Mary's smirk was not subtle in the least.\n\n\"I do! I really do but, I mean... Well, you understand, don't you?\" Janice's voice was almost pleading.\n\n\"Not really. I'd never do that to my body and I like just laying on my back while the guy does all the work. But, if I can step outside of my own desires for a moment, yeah, I guess I do get where you're coming from.\"\n\nThe two women sat at their table, pausing and sipping from their mimosas, both lost in thought. They looked around the sunny patio, taking in all the other patrons and listening to the sounds of the bustling city below. Finally, Janice spoke again.\n\n\"Anyway, I'm not sure if I really want to try anal anyway. What I really want is to have sex a vagina. You know, 'the classic' sex-perience.\" A teasing flash of the eyes passed between them.\n\n\"Janice, are you propositioning me right now?\" Mock surprise dripped from Mary's words.\n\n\"Yes, I very much am Mary. But, let's have ourselves another drink before we get into the details.\"\n\nThe two women ordered another round, talked over their plan, and left the restaurant arm-in-arm. ^They ^had ^sex ^later ^that ^afternoon. ^It ^was ^sloppy ^and ^silly ^and ^fun."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Looking for some good tech-based transformation prompts
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"content": "With the advent of gene therapy improvements for many diseases and conditions, the expectation was that biotech would stay relatively expensive and carefully controlled. After a high school student found a way to cheaply reverse engineer the tech involved, practically anyone could become a splicer, and as with all breakthroughs the porn industry was one of the fastest adopters. Custom cocks and vanity vulva were just the beginning - bioluminescent and flavored ejaculate followed, then exotic pharmacological excretia. Hallucinogenic perspiration, prophylactic lubrications..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (monster girlification) Ever since she got on to this weird social media site that her roommate recommended, every like and interaction seem to be causing... Changes.
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"content": "Lilith wasn't sure how ***'Metamorphosis'*** was meant to work.\n\nShe had been using it for a few days now and every post had been almost like a fever dream. Apparently, people would post pictures of themselves before and after a transformation, often in very explicit detail. It seemed far too realistic to be cosplays, even with the poor camera quality. All of the women who posted were turned into Monstergirls, and within a few days she had seen everything from holsaturs to kitsunes.\n\nHer roommate Mya had left for a short break soon after and she wasn't able to get in touch to ask her about it, so the only obvious thing to do was to post a picture herself. Normally, the changes were dictated by **Teras**, the community word for *likes* and was a gradual transformation over several weeks before they reverted back.\n\nHowever, there had been a recent rule change where you could have a single instantaneous change before you decided if you wanted to post more. Now sitting on the edge of her bed - in front of her mirror, Lilith decided to go through with it and posted a temporary request...\n\nThe first instances she felt of a change were strange and incredibly sudden. A searing passion scorched her body. It was like a flash of adrenaline that made her howl in pleasure. She fell of the edge of your bed, the mirror in front of her mimicking the movements, depicting a woman hunched over, writhing on the floor.\n\n\"Uuunfff!\" Lilith groaned, rolling heavily out of bed with a thud, dim light from the partial moon the only source bleeding in from her window. Her back was arched, breaths tight and shallow as her body went rigid, heartbeat increasing every second.\n\nThe reflection further contorted as her clothes seem to rip apart, first the shirt, buttons heaving at the threads. Her tits engorged in size heavier and more supple in nature, breaking from their restraints.\n\nNext was the skirt shredding to pieces as her legs extend outwards more muscular than before, defined by taught, traceable muscles visible through the skin.\n\n\"Ahh!\" Lilith yelped, the fabric of her clothes tightening around her chest. The first two buttons ripped off and two supple yet heavier breasts drop. Shivering as the cool air greeted them, her nipples puffed while she exhaled in a laboured sigh, \"F--Fuck Ahhh\\~ Oh my god! What's-- What's happening to me?!\"\n\nAs Lilith regained some form of clarity, seeing the blurry-eyed and wounded figure that lay on the carpet in the mirror, she witnessed the changes that came along with her experience. Her skin grew ashen, midnight grey under the moonlight streaming through curtain-less windows. A lithe tail wrapped around her waist, she glanced back to the mirror, thoughts clouding her mind.\n\nA blink further and it had all disappeared, leaving her breathless and exposed on the floor. Her last thought before she faded into sleep was when would Mya be back?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She said that she had bought new swimsuits for the beach. You just didn’t know that they could make a bikini that small and sell it, legally. It sure is attracting a lot of attention today…
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"content": "The way the nearby men stared at Tasha as she set her towel down then began applying sunscreen made him feel smug. The beach was packed, everyone taking advantage of the first hot day of the year. Wes was feeling a different kind of heat though as he watched her smooth the white cream down her legs. That bikini she insisted on wearing would be the death of him. Putting his towel in front of his trunks to hide the obvious tent, he made his way over, stopping behind her.\n\n \"Need some help with your back?\" His request wasn't completely innocent. He needed to hide the tent in his swim trunks and truthfully she looked too good not to touch. Besides if these pervs still watching and wanted a show, he would give them one. At her small nod, Wes took the bottle and squirted a generous amount into his palm. Rubbing his hands together briefly to warm it, he started at her shoulders, making small circles before working his way down. \n\nOnly a few minutes passed before he realized this was a bad idea. He was fighting not to let his hands wander to her front and cup her generous tits. The small triangles of the bikini top barely covered her nipples, leaving most of her chest exposed. The thong bottom was no better. The tiny scrap of cloth covering her pussy lips would be displaced with too much movement. He could easily slide it to the side and push inside her...\n\n'Fuck' he thought. This wouldn't do at all. \n\n A few weeks ago she had shown him the picture before she purchased it. A few scraps of cloth in bright red and too many strings to count is all it was made of. At first he was against it, but a quick blowjob when he voiced his concerns took care of that. Wes was not a jealous man and besides it was her body. Now though, he was having to keep himself from violating her in broad daylight in front of multiple families. His cock twitched at the memory of her warm lips and wet tongue. \n\nLeaning forward, Wes whispered, \"Tasha, we have a problem. And you're going to have to take care of it. Meet me back at the car in 5 minutes.\" Ignoring the puzzled look on her face, he turned, making sure to look as casual as possible. If she wanted to wear the damn thing so bad she'd have to deal with the consequences. And that meant draining his cock dry before she went back to flaunting what only he could have. \n\nHe made a mental note to tell her how hot she looked and decided to fuck her mouth extra hard as thanks. \n\nWes was a good boyfriend after all."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was always embarrassing, when her girlfriend would volunteer her into sexual favors with their friends, or pull guys to fuck her. But, even more than that... it was hot!
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"content": "Loaned out\n\n\"Oh don't worry.\" Sam declared. \"My girlfriend is a cock slut and I don't have a cock. So you'd be helping me out by giving her a fix.\" She patted Stacy's head while the quieter more mild mannered girl tried to not look embarrassed. It can be pretty hard not to look embarrassed when you're loaned out for sex.\n\n\"Oh?\" Paul looked just as shocked at the offer. He was the bride's brother and just in town for the wedding. Samantha was the best man so she kept feeling like she needed to offer her girlfriend's services to keep the bridal party happy. \n\nWell, it was working. Stacy kept the groom calm and comfortable through the frustration of wedding planning and they already had a complicated schedule planned for Stacy on the day of the wedding. So that they didn't have to worry about groomsmen harassing the bridesmaids. Of course after what Sam talked her into doing for the Bachelor party, all this didn't seem so extreme, but it was still so embarrassing.\n\n\"Look she's blushing.\" Sam teased as she petted Stacy's brown hair. Her cheek felt burning hot as Paul stared at her. It was one thing acting like a slut on her girlfriend's behalf but it was something else when she sat and bragged about it in front of her. \"She looks real quiet and sweet but I assure you she has a natural talent for dick sucking.\"\n\n\"Sam!\" Stacy yelled.\n\n\"What?\" Sam looked down innocently at her like she had no clue why she would be angry. \"I'm just bragging about my baby's skills. You had to be trained in being a good pussy licker, but watching you take dick is like seeing a professional at work.\"\n\n\"Sam… You make me sound like a prostitute.\" Stacy didn't think she could feel any more embarrassed in front of this guy she just met, but Sam had to prove that wrong.\n\n\"No…\" Sam chuckled as she leaned down and kissed her crimson colored lover. \"Prostitutes get paid. You're just here for the love of the game.\"\n\n\"Sam!\" Stacy snapped but she was far too wet to sit and have an argument for the sake of image. Something buried in the back of her cavewoman brain wanted the man sitting across from her and Sam to drag her off somewhere private and empty his balls inside her. Hearing Sam talk about it though was just so humiliating.\n\n\"Babe, why don't I just help Paul out?\" Then you can run home and get some sleep and I will meet you at the apartment in the morning.\n\nSam agreed and Stacy walked off to Paul's hotel room. Once she walked into the room she realized that Sam forgot to introduce her before offering her pussy up. Paul didn't even know her name. \"Would you like a beer or…\"\n\n\"Sam forgot to tell you my name didn't she?\" Stacy asked the man who seemed even more embarrassed than her.\n\n\"Yeah.\" Paul looked kind of shy. Stacy really wanted him to take the reins on this but she was quite certain that wouldn't happen unless she gave him implicit consent. \n\n\"Well...I'm not going to tell you yet, Paul. Getting your dick sucked by a girl before you know her name is a real treat. In fact, I'm going to wait to tell you my name until you're ready to cum. Because then you will know what name to say when I give you the best orgasim of your life.\" Stacy said it in her sweetest voice as she sank to her knees and undid his belt buckle. \n\nOnce his penis had fully sprung to life he began to grow more assertive. He gripped the sides of her head and controlled the pace while Stacey rubbed her pussy under her skirt. She was surprised when he abruptly pulled out of her mouth and practically tore her clothes off.\n\nShe basked in the intimidating feeling of a naked man leering over her naked body. Paul led her to the bed and bent her over the edge of it. As he stare at her presented backside, she braced herself for a vigorous fuck. Instead, he squeezed an ass cheek and asked. \"Wait, were you the girl at the Bachelor party?\"\n\n\"You weren't there…\" Stacy turned to Paul.\n\n\"No, but I recognized your tattoo from the video.\" Paul explained as he gently slid a finger inside her.\n\n\"What video!?!\" Stacy practically screamed the question and scared poor Paul, who ran to get his phone. It was a weird feeling for Stacy to watch herself acting like a cock slut on camera. It was a video they took at the party. \n\nSam was in charge of bringing the entertainment, but in the end she just set up a fishing trip and brought two kegs of beer and Stacy. The ten men that showed up spent the whole weekend chatting her up, making out with her, and using her body in any way they could. She called in sick to work on Monday because she couldn't walk straight after that weekend.\n\nAs Paul showed her the video of her fucking the groom in front of the whole party, she fingered herself. \"Well, at least you can't see my face.\" \n\nPaul watched her hand work. \"I jerked off a lot watching this.\" \n\nShe got up and resumed the position she was in before bent at the edge of the bed. \"Do you want to know what it feels like?\"\n\nHe didn't say anything. Paul just walked over and slid inside her, while she watched the video of herself being ravaged before a crowd with Sam cheering her on. She heard Sam's voice faintly on the video. \"Yeah baby, take that cock. Oh, you are such a slut.\"\n\nPaul gripped her hips tightly. He didn't even bother to ask her name or warn her as he gave her his first load. The creampie was a surprise to her but not an unpleasant one. She came on his shaft as she realized he had just cummed in her.\n\n\"You didn't ask my name.\" Stacy stated.\n\n\"I will next time.\"\n\n\"Who said there will be more than one time?\" \n\nPaul just smiled. \"How does such a cock slut end up in a lesbian relationship?\"\n\n\"Well, to be honest…\" Stacy said meekly. \"I actually only had one boyfriend before I met Sam. Don't tell anyone but she found out I had a threesome once with him and his best friend. Then she assumed I was some kind of cock addict.\" \n\nShe giggled \"Truth is my girlfriend has actually turned me into a bit of an addict. Over the last six months she loans me out to any guy that needs his balls emptied. Usually it was just handjobs and blowjobs, but I really enjoy when the guys go further.\"\n\nPaul loved hearing the story and was happy to find out her name in the shower. There he came down her throat while he screamed her name and gripped her hair.\n\nThe wedding was going to be a very busy day."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she decided to pretend to be her friend's girlfriend to make him look better, she didn't realize she'd have to do it for a whole weekend, or that she might have to be a bit more "affectionate" to sell it... In for a penny, in for a pound!
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"content": "**Friday**\n\nI stepped out of my house and locked the door behind me as I heard his truck rumble up the driveway. I had my backpack on my back, along with a duffel bag next to me. I didn’t expect to be in this position, but I did promise him I’d help however I could. \n\nI waved as his car approached. Ryan pulled to a stop and stepped out. He had a big smile on his face as he walked towards me. “Hello there, girlfriend,” he said in a joking tone. \n\n“Can it. Safe it for the wedding,” I grumbled. “Are you gonna help me with my bags?” I asked. He embraced me, before planting a kiss on my cheek and taking the strap of my duffel. \n\n“Allow me. It’s the least I can do,” he sounded too happy. “I got you an iced latte in the car, along with some french fries. Don’t say your boyfriend doesn’t know you!” He walked over and tossed my bags in the truck bed. \n\nRyan and I had been friends for years. I had never had him open a car door for me, but before I even touched the handle, his hand appeared and he pulled it opened. \n\n“Chivalry isn’t dead, is it Ry?” I looked up at him and laughed. I climbed inside and offered a mock-seated curtsy. He tipped his invisible hat at me and shut the door. \n\nHe ran around to the driver’s side and hopped in, that big stupid smile still on his face. “Forget anything?” We both bucked our seat belts and he backed out, heading towards the lake, the wedding, and a weekend I would never forget. \n\n(Will write more shortly)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An alien tries to get dressed after a one night stand with a human, turns out that human cum make her species female grow curvier and hornier, and he wants to go a few more rounds...
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"content": "\"Yes... yes...\" she moaned, \"oh, Tlatnge, yes!\" \nKlu'ini clenched her fists around the cheap motel sheets as she got pounded, her teal skin glistening with sweat. \n\"God, you're so tight...\" her partner said. \nShe cried out in pleasure as the man began thrusting harder. His cock stretched her pussy out with its girth as he slammed it into her. \n\"Don't stop...\" she gasped, \"I'm almost... almost... ungh!\" \nAn incredible orgasm rocketed through Klu'ini's body, so hard that she was afraid she might pass out. She felt something warm filling up her pussy, and the thick cock slid out of her pussy as something dribbled from her hole. \n\"That was great,\" she said, \"I had no idea how thick human cocks could get.\" \n\"Well, they did say your species had the tightest pussies in the cluster.\" he said. \nHer date tossed her a towel from the bathroom, and she used it to mop up the drippings between her legs. She stood up and picked up a t-shirt from the floor. She tugged it down over her chest with more effort than she was used to. \n*Must just be sweaty.* she thought as she picked up a pair of panties from under where the shirt was. \n\"Getting dressed already?\" he asked. \n\"Yeah, I have places to be tomorrow morning.\" Klu'ini said, \"Why?\" \n\"Well, it's just... I was hoping for another round or two.\" \n\"Maybe another time, Lou.\" \n\"It's Leo.\" \n\"Eh, whatever.\" \nKlu'ini pulled up her demin shorts, but seemed to have some difficulty pulling up the zipper. \n\"Come on,\" she grumbled, \"stupid thing.\" \n\"Can't get those shorts on around that fat ass of yours?\" Leo teased. \n\"I swear, this normally works just... fine...\" \nKlu'ini turned around and braced herself against the wall before continuing to fight with the zipper. Leo took another look at her shirt, and noticed the strange logo was stretched out a bit across her chest. \n\"Hey, uh, was that shirt always that tight?\" he asked. \n\"What are you talking abou--\" \nKlu'ini looked down at her chest and realized that Leo was right: her shirt did look tighter around her chest, and it was starting to feel tighter, too. \n\"I think it's just sticking to my skin.\" \nShe reached back down to the zipper of her shorts, but found it seemed to have slid down during her moment of distraction. She tried pulling it back up, but it was fighting her even more now than before. Her shirt was beginning to get uncomfortable, and she gasped when she took another look. Her hands shot up to her breasts: they had gotten bigger! Not by a whole lot, only a cup size or two, but they were definitely bigger than they were before. \n\"Lenny, you're seeing this, right?\" \n\"It's Leo!\" \n\"Whatever! They're definitely bigger, aren't they?\" \n\"Oh shit, yeah.\" \n\"I don't know what's going on, but...\" Klu'ini softly kneaded her new flesh, \"I kind of like it. Come, feel them.\" \nLeo stood up and walked over to her, squeezing her tits as she squirmed against the wall. The stimulation of his hands was really turning her on, and she could feel her rubbing against her pussy. His hands drifted across her body, down her sides and over her hips. \n\"Hey,\" he said, \"I think your ass is getting bigger, too.\" \n\"What are you talking abo--\" \nKlu'ini was cut off by a firm smack. She looked over her shoulder and saw an unusually large mound of flesh shaking under Leo's hand. \n\"What the fuck?!\" she said, \"I'm getting so...\" \n\"So sexy.\" Leo said, \"Are you sure you don't want round two?\" \nJust a minute ago, Klu'ini would've said no. But her pussy was getting wet again, and her heart was racing in her chest. \n\"Maybe just a quickie.\" she said, \"Sit down on the bed.\" \nLeo took a seat as she instructed. Klu'ini shed her shorts and kneeled down in front of him. She closed her lips around his cock and began to suck. He tasted good, salty with just a hint of musk. Klu'ini's hand drifted down to her panties, where she began to rub around her sensitive folds, pleasuring herself as she pleasured him. Her shirt was feeling very tight now, and she could feel the waist of her panties tightening around her wrist, but she kept going with the blowjob anyway. Sliding her lips up and down the shaft, tickling the tip with her tongue, even fondling his balls with her free hand. \n\"Oh fuck,\" he said, \"I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum again!\" \nKlu'ini's mouth filled with cum as it shot out from Leo's tip. Once the flood of warm goo stopped, she released his cock from her lips and swallowed the entire load. \n\"That was delicious,\" she said as she stood up, \"Now, unless there's anything else you'd like to dooo...\" \nKlu'ini collapsed back to her knees as her stomach began to growl. She clutched her abdomen tightly, and let out a moan as her breasts surged forward. Her shirt was beginning to creak, and her panties were getting uncomfortably tight. \n\"What's... oh... what's... happening to me?!\" \nHer shirt finally split apart at the seams, tearing down the sides until it finally ripped in two, resting on her shoulders like a makeshift smock. \n\"I can't... oh... I can't believe I'm... ungh!\" \nKlu'ini heard a loud snap as the waistband of her panties finally gave way. She brought her hands to her ass, and it felt like there was a giant pillow strapped to her rear end. \n\"Oh, fuck!\" she moaned, \"I feel so... so... oh...\" \nShe rolled onto her back and splayed herself out on the floor. She could feel the extra weight on her body, and even without looking, she knew she was comically large. \n\"Please... I need you to...\" she let out a deep, sultry moan, \"oh, God, fuck me, please!\" \nLeo lifted Klu'ini off the floor and dropped her back onto the bed. He climbed on top of her and began thrusting again. Her growing tits jiggled on her chest, blowing straight past G-cups as she moaned louder and louder. Her ass continued to expand, lifting her hips off the bed a little bit with each thrust. Klu'ini's eyes rolled back into her head as another orgasm hit her. Her walls clenched around Leo's cock very tightly. \n*This feels even better than before!* she thought, *What is going on?* \nAnother orgasm hit her, causing her to gush all over Leo's cock, but he didn't stop thrusting. His balls slapped against her ass as he went harder and deeper than ever. She could feel him beginning to twitch inside of her, like another load was coming soon. \n\"Give it to me!\" she cried, \"Give me all of your cum! I need it all, every last drop! Give me everything you've got!\" \nA third orgasm washed over her. Her tits were absolutely massive now, rocketing up the bra size chart like a runaway train. \nLeo came a third time, pulling her hips as hard as he could against his as he filled her up with his seed. Klu'ini felt her entire body tingling, followed by the sound of more clothes ripping, and... was the bed starting to creak? Leo backed away from her as she began to grow even faster than before. She opened her eyes and saw that her tits were the size of bean bag chairs! They were beyond the scale of cup sizes. In fact, she didn't even know if bras big enough for her existed. But they didn't stop. \nThe bed frame gave way, dropping the mattress on the ground. Klu'ini struggled to lift herself up, barely managing to get up on her knees. Her tits dangled down past her bellybutton, and before long were rubbing against the mattress itself. Leo was cautiously picking up his clothes as her tits inched out farther from her regular frame. Her ass was not far behind, being big enough now to completely engulf her legs in its soft mass as she kneeled on the ruined bed. At last, the growth seemed to stop, leaving Klu'ini panting on the bed, weighed down by her own tits and ass. \n\"What... what happened?\" Leo asked. \n\"I don't... I don't know...\" she said, \"This... this has never happened to me before.\" \n\"Well... what do we do now?\" \n\"I don't know about you, but... I'm feeling up for another round.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A tomboy finds herself as conflicted as she is devastatingly aroused when she discovers both her best friend's pregnancy fetish and her own latent breeding kink...
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"content": "(Contains: trans women, masturbation, cheesy porno dialog\n\nWriting on mobile, apologies for any formatting errors, if there’s any interest I might continue later! Please enjoy!)\n\nWe’d only been living together a few weeks when I… accidentally… saw the porn Annie had left open on her computer. \n\nAnnie had been my closest friend since freshman year of college. She was a good foot taller than I was, and her tits a couple sizes bigger; something I was always jealous of, since she didn’t even start hormones until a year after I met her. She was still pretty muscular and made a habit of picking me up and throwing me on the sofa whenever I was in her way. Long story short? She was a six-foot blond fucking bombshell. \n\nAt first, I didn’t really consider her as someone I could have a physical relationship with, as I’ve always been mostly a lesbian, but as her chest grew and her features became more feminine, I found my thoughts often wandering towards what it would be like if I could slip off those short cutoff shorts she was always wearing and just go to town… \n\nI’m honestly still wondering if she might have left her laptop open on purpose, but she had no idea I’d be coming home early from work that day. It seemed like she had smoked a bowl, jerked off on the sofa, and then passed out in her room with her tits out and the door open. At first, I thought she had *only* passed out, and of course I politely closed her bedroom door (after burning the sight of her into my eyelids), and went to go plug in her laptop, when I saw what she had open. \n\nI’m not sure what the exact title was, something something trans girl breeds petite brunette… seeing the title, and having just seen her sprawled out without her top on.. I was already too turned on to make good decisions at that point. \n\nI sat down, and I hit play. \n\nAt first, it was nothing special, just this cute, short, brunette with a buzz cut (would I be flattering myself if I said she kind of looked like me?) getting absolutely railed by this gorgeous chick with a huge cock. Glancing over at her bedroom door, I unbuttoned my shorts, spread my legs a little, slipped my hand down, and started slowly rubbing my clit. \n\n*oh yeah… fill me up, cum inside, pleaaase…* \n\nThe pornstars’ voices sounded tinny through the speakers, but it was working for me anyways. \n\n*Yeah, you like that, you little butch? You like my cock? You want me to knock you up, don’t you…*\n\nThe girl on the bottom moaned in response. I had leaned back farther on the couch, my legs spread and my hips angled up, already close… imagining Annie saying that to me, trying to breed me, cumming inside of me…\n\nPanting, not wanting to climax just yet, I slipped my fingers down to rub my pussy instead. I started to finger myself slowly. \n\nA lot of the tabs open on her computer were similar content. A few even with pregnant pornstars getting creampied…\n\nNo matter how many girls I’ve slept with, I’ve always, always wanted to get held down and bred. It turns me on like nothing else. Before I started watching the same stuff Annie left open on her computer, it was the only straight porn I’d ever watched.\n\nI started rubbing my clit again. \n\nKnowing that Annie… tall, blonde, stacked, Annie, had a bit of a dominant streak, was into tomboys, wanted to pound them, creampie them, *breed* them, and that I was getting off to the same porno *on her freaking computer* while she was just in the other room…\n\nI imagined her finding me there on the sofa. Her teasing me, getting on top of me, telling me she was gonna breed me and I didn’t have a choice, her lifting my legs up and stripping off my shorts and panties, and pounding me, and…!\n\nI slapped a hand over my mouth as I climaxed, my legs twitching, trying not to moan too loudly. *Oh, Annie…*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He was just supposed to transform and pretend to be the hot girlfriend so that his friend would stop being teased. How then did he end up handcuffed and being fucked senseless by his formerly virgin friend?
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"content": "The answer is simple.\n\nEscalation.\n\nIt'd been like this ever since they met back on the first day of college. Evan would do something stupid. Blake would do something stupider to compensate. Evan would do something stupider than that to compensate. So on and so forth until the end of time.\n\nAsking out girls, cheating at tests, snowboarding. It was a constant competition of who could outdo the other. So when Blake came back to the dorm bitching about never getting laid, Evan had to outdo him.\n\n\"Oh yeah? Well, at least you've *had* a girlfriend.\"\n\n\"Yeah, but we never did anything!\"\n\n\"Uhuh, well seeing as I never had a girlfriend, *and* I've never had sex, I double beat you.\"\n\n\"Oh yeah? Well why don't we *get* you a girlfriend?\"\n\n\"Oh yeah? Well, if I had a girlfriend, she'd be all over me! I wouldn't be a virgin for long.\"\n\n\"How're you gonna find a girl that'll fuck you?\"\n\n\"How would we find a girl that *wouldn't*? I'm irresistable!\"\n\n\"Bitch, I wouldn't fuck you if I was your girlfriend!\"\n\n\"Oh yeah? Prove it!\"\n\nTheir eyes narrowed. They both knew what this meant. Either Blake backed down, or...\n\n...\n\n\"HA! HEY BITCH, WANNA BE MY BOYFRIEND?\"\n\nBlake basically kicked down the door to their dorm, grinning ear to ear. When Evan turned to face them, his jaw dropped.\n\nA common misconception about gender swap potions is that it makes the user more beautiful. That simply wasn't true. Sure, Blake was shorter now and sporting a respectable pair of breasts, but her face was still freckled, her hair was still ratty, and her smile was still as crooked and vibrant as the sun.\n\nBut to Evan, she was somehow the prettiest girl in the world.\n\nIt took him a few moments to digest what he was seeing, but his instinct to escalate proved greater than his instinct to gawk.\n\n\"Yeah! But guess how little sex we'll be having!\"\n\n\"What's that?\"\n\nBlake stormed up to Evan, hands on her hips as her tits bounced loosely in her oversised t-shirt.\n\n\"I said, I'm going to be a chaste man, and not fuck my gorgeous girlfriend. I'm gonna die a virgin and everything.\"\n\nBlake's face turned bright red, though if it was from rage or embrassment at being called gorgeous was anyone's guess. Fumbling, she quickly began trying to tear off her jeans, droping them around her ankles and gesturing at her brand new feature.\n\n\"Oh yeah? Even if she's begging you to pound her tight ass pussy?\"\n\nEvan quickly glanced downwards, getting a good look at the untamed bush that now grew unimpeded across Blake's crotch. Feeling himself stiffening far quicker than he'd hoped, Evan finally gulped, realizing he was now on the backfoot of both Blake's game and his own biology.\n\n\"Well, I'd... uh... I'd need protection.\"\n\nWithout a second thought, Blake slammed open the drawer on their desk, pulling out an unopened box of condoms and basically throwing them at Evan.\n\n\"Done!\"\n\n\"Well... shit, uh... she'd have to be kinky! I'm weird man, she'd need to be willing to get weird!\"\n\nOnce again Blake grinned, pulling a pair of handcuffs from their drawer and sidling over to the bed. Without a second thought, she looped them through the posts of the bunkbed, securing them tightly around her wrists with her ass towards him.\n\n\"Done shitbrain!\"\n\n\"Fuck!\"\n\nStanding up frantically, Evan marched over to Blake's expectant behind, tearing open one of the condom packages with nothing on his mind but victory and fucking the beautiful girl in front of him.\n\n\"Fine! What if I want her to know that I love her, respect her, and want this to be enjoyable for both of us?\"\n\n\"Too late, she already knows! Now stop fucking around and pound me before I break up with you, you stupid fucking virgin!\"\n\nEvan's heart sank as he realized defeat. He pulled out his cock, rolling the condom on with trembling hands. He hated losing. It sucked. Its why he never really learned to back down. Knowing Blake beat him... it was humiliating.\n\nBut hey! As far as consolation prizes go... hearing his best friend squeal as he slid into her dripping tight pussy... well, it was a pretty good one."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She thought wishing her boyfriend had the dick of a god would be fun, and it was! Unfortunately now anytime she saw it she felt the uncontrol able urge to kneel and worship it, and her boyfriend was starting to take advantage of that fact.
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"content": "So you are not going to believe this shit. I can barely believe it. \n\nI’m just a normal guy right? In my 30’s, 200lb but fit, 6 foot, black hair, blue eyes, a safe productive job and a girlfriend that loves me. \n\nThe only thing I might have wanted to change about myself is like any other guy, wish I was just a little bit bigger in the crotch area if you know what I mean. I’m not small, but then again I’m not large. Or at least I wasn’t when I went to bed the other day.\n\nThat night my girlfriend and I were chilling in the backyard around the fire pit enjoying a beer. We had just watched one of those superhero movies with some god characters and we where joking around about who’d we’d want to fuck if we had the chance.\n\nWe were having a great time joking about dick sizes when she saw a falling star. She promptly started singing “Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight: I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight. I wish for my boyfriend to have the dick of a god!” \n\nWe both started cracking up at the silly song and continued on drinking into the night.\n\nSomewhere along the way she fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. I helped her back into the house and into bed and we both fell into a drunken sleep.\n\nI was woken to a pleasant surprise the next morning. My girlfriend woke me up with a blowjob. I opened my eyes to see her head bobbing up and down on my shaft. I just leaned back into the pillow and enjoyed the attention.\n\nIt didn’t take long before I reached my peak and I told her so. “I’m close. I’m going to cum.” She didn’t let up, if anything she picked up the intensity. I ended up filling her mouth with my cum as she took all that she could. She hummed happily afterward as she licked me clean.\n\nThat’s when I got a good look at my cock. It wasn’t my cock. It was bigger, much bigger and thicker than I used to be. If anything I’d say I now had a porn dick, like you’d see in a porn video.\n\nI reached down and touched it. I felt that touch. That dick between my legs was now somehow my own dick. I had somehow grown larger.\n\nI looked over to my girlfriend and saw that her eyes were focused on my cock. “You have such a nice cock” she said softly.\n\nI look at the clock and realize I need to get going if I don’t want to be late. “Yea. I don’t know what is going on but somehow I’m much bigger. And I’m going to be late if I don’t get going.” I say to her as I make my way out of bed and head for the shower.\n\n“Oh! Right. I’ll help you clean up then so you can get to work on time.” she says as she follows me into the bathroom. \n\nThis is a first. I’d normally do my own thing in the morning. We’ve never shared the shower before but here we are. Under the water with her pressed up against my back with her arms wrapped around me as they stroke my body covering me in soap.\n\nThe closeness and sensual experience of sharing the shower with my girlfriend has the expected result of making my cock hard under the hot water. Of course my girlfriend notices this and starts to fondle me from behind running her hands up and down my shaft and across my balls covering everything in soapy bubbles.\n\nShe pushes me under the stream of water and washes the soap off of me. She then turns my body around and drops to her knees. My hard cock stares at her in the face before she opens her mouth and starts to suck me off once again.\n\nI throw a hand up against the shower wall and lean into her attention as she sucks me off once again. She's going wild on my cock as she works me over bringing me to my peak in the shortest amount of time I have ever remembered. \n\nI blast her in the mouth before she pulls back and starts to cough. I’m not finished ejaculating at this point so my cock keeps pumping my sperm across her face.\n\n“So good,” she says as she catches her breath.\n\n“Yes you are. Twice in one morning. Fuck you’re the best.” I say as I lean down to kiss her.\n\nI finish up the shower, and the rest of my morning routine before heading off to work for the day."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She couldn't imagine anything hotter than her boyfriend breeding her best friend, and now that was going to be a reality...
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"content": "Diana loved having sex with him. It wasn't like the sex she had with any of her other partners; it was a special, unique experience for both of them. He knew how to touch her and he knew exactly what turned her on. Every time she was with her boyfriend their bodies moved in a perfect orgasmic dance. The two of them had memorized each nerve cell in the others body so they knew how to make each other cum. She wondered sometimes how they would ever get tired of sex. \nThe orgasms were amazing, but something about their sex life had begun to feel routine. They both knew every single dance step timed perfectly with the music. They'd been doing this since they were teenagers and now they'd been dating for nearly ten years. \nShe was thinking about this one night when she was watching her favorite porn on the Internet. Every clip she watched seemed to be filled with passion, novelty, and excitement. There were times where the couple would try new things or the woman would find themselves in some sort of new erotic situation. \n\"That looks amazing,\" she said while she was masturbating in her room. \nAs she touched her clit she imagined herself in the situation she was seeing on screen. \nDiana imagined that she was in a hot tub with two men who were both naked, one on each side of her. She could hear them talking to each other and she could hear the splashes of the hot water hitting the sides of the tub. It looked like it was filled to the brim and there were bubbles coming up from the bottom. As the two men began to wash her body, she felt herself getting hotter and wetter as she imagined them rubbing her body all over with their soapy hands. She thought about the feeling of their hard cocks sliding between her thighs and against her clit. She thought about them sucking on her nipples and playing with her breasts and pinching her nipples between their fingers. \nShe continued rubbing her clit feeling as though every time she was getting closer to her orgasm it fled from her. Release was like an albatross as she pleasured herself imaging sucking one man while being fucked from behind by the other. Her fingers pressed harder against her clit, feeling a little more pressure as she thought of sucking both men and feeling both cocks inside her at once. \nShe stopped biting her lip in frustration. Diana clicked around the porn site a little bit but found nothing more than what she saw before. It was all hot, sexy, passionate fucking, but she was starting to feel a bit annoyed at herself and a little frustrated. She wasn't getting off, not really, and she wasn't getting any closer to climax either. She just clicked on a random video. It was amateur porn of a random man fucking a woman in her car. She didn't know the details, but she saw the man balls deep inside the woman in the back seat. The woman was sitting up and leaning back on her seat. Her legs were spread and the guy's cock was sliding in and out of her. \nShe watched and began to touch herself again. She smirked when she looked at the man. He looked kind of like her boyfriend, especially when the camera was facing away. His face was kind of the same, especially his nose and mouth, but he was slightly younger than her boyfriend, and his cock was different. Then as Diana watch she felt her clit pulse back to life as her mind began to drift into imagining it was her boyfriend fucking this woman. \nDiana's mind began to wander as she imagined her boyfriend driving this woman home and pulling into a secluded spot somewhere. She imagined him pushing her back against the back seat and sliding into her. Taking her breath away, filling her up with his hard cock. She imagined him thrusting into her and fucking her fast and hard and deep, filling her up with his big cock. She felt herself getting closer to her orgasm. \nDiana was so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed that the guy's cock in the video began to twitch and spasm. She could see it starting to pulse as it grew even larger inside the woman. She imagined her boyfriends cock pulsating as he got closer to his orgasm. She could almost feel him twitching and pulsing in inside her as she imagined his cock filling the woman up with his cum. \nDiana moaned loudly as she came. She moaned louder as she felt her orgasm rip through her body. It felt like it lasted forever. When it finally passed she was breathless and exhausted, and she was sweating. \nHer boyfriend could make her cum whenever she wanted, but she'd never felt like that before."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Not only was he the youngest, but also the only male in their friend Group. On day, the girls are having a super smash bros tournament. The Winner gets to take his virginity.
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"content": "\"Hey, squirt!\"\n\nRuby fell against the lockers next to mine, the metallic clatter rattling the whole row. I jumped in surprise, banging my head on a shelf. She laughed as she feigned concern.\n\n\"Awww. Sorry...\" she snickered.\n\n\"Nahnahnah... I'm good,\" I lied, standing as I rubbed the bump forming on the back of my head, \"Hi, Ruby.\"\n\n\"Oh my god, you fucking neanderthal... go easy on the lil' guy...\" Erma appeared from behind the corner and moved my hand out of the way, meticulously examining the impact site, \"Sorry, Danny... Ruby never got past the 'hitting boys she likes' phase...\"\n\n\"Oh fuck off,\" Ruby rolled her eyes, straightening her cap. \"Danny knows I'm just playin' around.\"\n\n\"I'm fine, Erma. Really. Thank you though,\" I assured her.\n\n\"And what's going on over here...?\" Lena came around the corner and approached the group, \"Oh. Hey, Danny. What're you doing here?\"\n\n\"Uhhh... w--working?\" I hesitantly answered, \"I work from four to close on Fridays...\"\n\n\"Isn't it your birthday, sweetie?\" Erma inquired, her neon fingernails skittering up to my shoulders like excitable spiders.\n\n\"Happy 18th, by the way!\" Lena congratulated, stepping a little closer to join the conversation.\n\n\"Yeah, whatcha got planned for today?\" Ruby leaned her shoulder against the row of lockers.\n\n\"U--um...\"\n\nI started to get a little nervous as they looked down at me, each wearing a grin that seemed disproportionately excitable. They were planning something. Rather, they had planned something. They were now executing that plan. I found myself very glad that I had an excuse to disengage from the situation.\n\n\"Y--yeah, I gotta work until close, so uh... no plans for today!\" I retreated about half a step until my back hit the locker above mine, \"C--could I get by, girls? I've got to uh... clock in... y'know?\"\n\n\"Oh, I just checked. You're not on the schedule today...\"\n\nThe color drained from my face as Lena politely stepped aside. I briskly walked over to the posted schedule and traced my finger to Friday. She was right. I had an extra day off this week.\n\n\"Oh, isn't that sweet? Al gave you your birthday off!\" Erma excitedly hugged me from behind.\n\n\"And hey, since y'ain't got plans...\" Ruby interjected with a feigned shrug, \"We're all gettin' together at Sab's place today.\"\n\n\"We're gonna get wine drunk and fight to the death!\" Lena announced with a tiny hop of excitement.\n\n\"W--wait... did you guys all... you have today off too?\" I asked.\n\nAll three of them nodded.\n\n\"I can give you a ride back home, of course,\" Erma smiled reassuringly.\n\nI swallowed hard as the three of them circled around me again, my face suddenly very warm.\n\n\"I--I guess I can...\"\n\nI had no idea what I was in for...\n\n\\---\n\n\"Fuck you! 64's the mos' balanced! It's a classic! The bedrock of the series! That's th' one we're playin'!\" Ruby lightly stomped, finger pointed at the ground to emphasize each sentence.\n\n\"We get it, you like Kirby,\" Sabrina sighed, her head falling back as she looked toward the ceiling.\n\n\"Balanced, my ass... how many tournaments have you won with Samus, Grandma?\" Lena sneered with a shake of her head, \"I like my four specials and my C-Stick, thanks.\"\n\n\"Besides, it just makes the most sense to play Melee anyway...\" Erma interjected, nodding with her eyes closed as if there could be no argument.\n\nThe rest of the girls groaned loudly. Erma's eyes popped back open as she argued back.\n\n\"What? It's the most competitively viable game! It's been popular internationally for over 20 years!\"\n\n\"Sure, sure. Can't wait to get wobbled by eskimo joe and his ratchet girlfriend,\" Lena groaned.\n\n\"I'm fine with playin' Melee, but I'll need yer wifi password. Gonna needa google a fuckin' NASA engineer to make sure my controller can run backwards at least 50% of the time...\" Ruby nodded, snidely deadpan.\n\n\"You know what doesn't have dashback problems or wobbling? Project M!\" Sabrina excitedly announced to a sea of total apathy.\n\n\"Local trans girl wants to play Project M. Stop the fucking presses.\" Ruby rolled her eyes.\n\n\"Cease and desist, girl,\" Erma chuckled at her own joke.\n\n\"Why don't we just play fucking Brawl? Ninty shills...\" Sabrina crossed her arms in a huff.\n\n\"I'm fine with that,\" Erma raised her hand.\n\n\"Oh, the wobbler wants to play Shield Grab: The Game. Big surprise.\" Lena shot back, \"Let's just play WiiU. No Ice Climbers in that one at all!\"\n\nA resounding chorus of \"fuuuuuuuuuck yooooooooooouuuuu\" was the immediate response.\n\n\"Why don't you perfect pivot into a better idea, hun?\" Erma chuckled at her own joke again.\n\n\"'Just SDI!' she says, having the worst SDI of all time,\" Ruby snorted, pulling her hat down over her eyes.\n\n\"Hey, don't be mean, guys! She can play Cloud too!\" Sabrina grinned broadly, \"No one holds down B better than Lena!\"\n\n\"Why don't we just play Ultimate?\" I quietly raised my hand as they all looked at me, \"I mean... I have my switch in my bag... and that one has everyone's characters in it, right?\"\n\nThe room immediately burst into a gail of uproarious laughter.\n\n\"Yeah, and we can play Fortnite after!\" Sabrina started to floss, but decided the joke wasn't worth actually standing up.\n\n\"Call your mom and make sure she's okay with you playing it, sweetie. It is rated E-10, afterall...\" Erma mocked with feigned concern.\n\n\"Oh my god, no wonder you're a fucking virgin!\" Lena cackled, nearly falling out of her chair.\n\n\"What? Afraid you'll lose?\" I smirked.\n\nThe room got very quiet as all of them stared holes through me. I smiled confidently. They all exchanged a glance that put a tiny sliver of hesitation in me. I tried not to let it show.\n\n\"Y'onna bet?\" Ruby tilted her head.\n\n\"Sure!\" I boasted, \"Name the terms. Just don't get too salty, okay?\"\n\n\"Why don't we do a little tournament, hm? Round robin, so everyone gets to play everyone,\" Erma suggested, looking around to read the room. When the temperature seemed fairly lukewarm to the idea, she continued, \"And maybe whoever gets the lowest score has to... let's say... do whatever the highest score tells them to do?\"\n\n\"Oh... uh...\" I hesitated for just a moment, but quickly got my confidence back, \"Just for tonight? You're on!\"\n\nWhat they didn't know was that I had been grinding online since the day the game came out. I was in Elite Smash with every single character. Even if I couldn't beat everyone, there was no way I would end up with the lowest score.\n\n\"Okay good! Since there's only one set up, we'll just have one person run through all their matches and then switch to the next.\" Erma continued.\n\n\"Shortest first?\" Ruby snickered, rustling my hair.\n\n\"Fine with me!\" I huffed back, digging my switch out of my bag.\n\nAfter I got the dock set up, I pulled my joycons off the console and slid them into the controller shell, ignoring the snickers from the rest of them. Lena grabbed her WiiU/GC controller adapter, and went to sit down beside me for the first game. Ruby practically hip checked her onto the floor, rushing to sit down first.\n\n\"Ready to play, squirt?\" She sneered, turning her hat around as she dropped her selection token onto Pikachu.\n\nWhat followed was four sets of utter annihilation. I got a single stock against Sabrina because she tried to Falcon Punch me offstage and killed herself. She got it the second time though, which just salted the wound.\n\n0-4. I could only hope whoever got the highest score would be more merciful than they were in-game..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A wealthy young socialite gets mistaken for a masseuse. Naturally, she goes along with it...
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"content": "Mistaken masseuse \n\"Hurry up, girl. I don't have all day\" A man snaps while Sophie was just walking past the massage therapy room. In retrospect she would realize she wore black yoga pants too, but they all wore more professional tops than her spaghetti string tank top.\n\n\"Sorry sir…\" Sophie was about to explain herself as soon as she walked in when the older gentleman tossed his robe aside and crawled onto the table fully naked. She wasn't looking to creepily touch a stranger but he was pretty hot for his age. \n\nEven though her family was so rich she never had to work a day in her life, Sophie got an almost perverse thrill from acting subservient. His athletic build and impressive dick made her all the more happy to help. \"Oh, sorry, sir.\" She shyly entered the room and approached the face down man. \"What would you like done today?\"\n\n\"Are you stupid? Just get started already.\" He snapped without looking up.\n\nShe had been working his shoulders for a few minutes before she realized she probably should have laid a towel over his butt. Like they always did for her. Though he didn't seem to mind at all. \"Lower\" he said flatly and repeated until Sophie found herself kneading his glutes. It was obvious that this was turning him on. Truth be told it was really working on her too.\n\n\"I want you to work on my front, before we're done.\" He said as he began to turn himself. Sophie found herself staring at his semi erect cock. \"Come on, don't get shy now. I heard the girls here do happy endings and I need to be relaxed to meet with my client tonight.\"\n\n\"Of course, sir.\" The older man's penis got hard quickly in her grasp. She likes giving handjobs, but she was starting to hope for an excuse to place it in her mouth. It made her feel like a slut to think of it.\n\n\"We only have five minutes left in the appointment. I will give you a one hundred percent tip if you can get me off in time.\"\n\nShe didn't need to hear more. Sophie crawled on the table and removed her straps exposing her ripe young tits. Then she took him into her mouth and began a vigorous pace. In a few minutes he grabbed her chestnut brown ponytail and held her in place. \n\nSophie was pretty proud of her blow job skills. She swallowed every drop happily. Then she heard him laughing. The young woman looked up to see what he was laughing about and realized she went a minute longer than the appointment. \"Sorry, girl. So close but not quite. What is your name? I wouldn't mind having a hot cock sucker like you again next time.\" He asked as he leaned forward and pinched her exposed nipple.\n\n\"Um, It's Sophie.\" She was surprised how shy she could sound after draining a man's balls. He got up and grabbed twenty bucks from his pants and a business card.\n\nSophie nearly laughed when she saw his card. She made sure to join her dad on his business dinner that night. He was going to meet the company's new lawyer.\n\n\"What a small world. We bumped into each other earlier at the spa.\" Sophie announced to her father. The man she blew earlier that day tensed up as she spoke. \"He can be lots of fun to relax around.\" \n\nThe people at the table wrote off the comment but she could see in his eyes that she had him. Once the dinner was done it would be her turn to be the boss.\n\nBefore she left she whispered. \"I think I deserve more than that tip.\" As she discreetly slid her number to him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A ghost knew that one of these girls would make for the perfect "weekend body". She just had to pick the lucky lady!
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"content": "In a sleepover, nothing gives a ghost more strength than fear. As all three of them watched the horror movie, Molly knew that it was a matter of time before it could take over a host. It had been so long, and she had been so deprived of stimuli. The only thing you have after death as a ghost is simply the lust of the living. And as the three girls watched the horror movie, Molly couldn't help but stare at them squirm. One of the girls was a young pale woman with a big chest, with red long hair. Molly observed her squeeze her arms in an attempt to control herself and not scream in this horror movie. She noticed the woman squeezed together tightly, seeing her breasts come closer, and become more exposed on the top of her shirt. How much Molly desperately wanted to feel the touch of that plump chest.\n\nThat's when her friend, which had darker skin, contrasting the first girl's skin, leaned over on the bed and tried to comfort her. Her long curly hair draped over the first. That second woman's head leaned over, and laid the side of her head against the first's shoulder. She was practically laying down on the pale woman's breasts. How Molly wanted to feel what they felt. Whether it was their fear, or the heat of their proximity to eachother, or to be in between both of them, as their bodies wrapped themselves around her. Molly was beginning to drool in excitement. Their third friend was on the couch de-escalating their fear, and making light jokes. Molly knew of the three, she'd be the one to ruin her takeover... Maybe she'd take over that one. Maybe she'd make that one do all the things she wanted to do to the first two to get revenge. That'd be amazing Molly thought.\n\nAnd then Molly heard a scream. It was the red haired woman. She was easily frightened already. Molly wasn't picky though. Any of them would do just fine. As the girl gasped, Molly worked her way inside through the woman's mouth. Molly soon started to feel less like a ghost, and more and more like this woman. The second she entered she could actually start to feel something. The woman's soft wet throat. Her delicate tongue. The further Molly went inside, the more she could feel just how warm this woman was. The inside of her was wet. With the blankets the two women had around themselves, Molly could feel warm. She felt the sweat around her legs, and the soft face the woman that was on her. Molly also noticed the soft skin that woman had. That red haired woman had moved a lot when she got frightened, and one of her arms were touching a small part of the second girl's back that was exposed.\n\nShe softly brushed the skin on her back, as she looked over and noticed the strong contrast between their skins. Molly slowly moved her arm lower, and felt the sweat from this woman. She too had been scared of the movie up to this point. It was exhilarating for Molly though. It had been such a long time since she had felt any of this. That girl's head at this point had lowered so much that the red haired girl's chest could almost pop out of the shirt. With her second hand she slowly moved her hand to her breast, and subsequently the other woman's face. Molly lifted it back up, and the second girl didn't seem to mind. That woman was comforted by Molly's strokes across her face. Molly lowered her head as to rest it on hers. She could smell her hair, and as Molly's hand started moving towards her friend's stomach, she felt a nice tingle, as her breaths became heavier. She was so warm up to this point. With her other hand Molly slowly removed it from the face of that girl. Molly stroked her own chest, moving her hand away from the girl, and slowly moving it down to her own stomach, and then lower. Molly knew she had picked the right body, because with how this second girl wrapped herself around Molly? She knew the rest of the weekend would have so much in store."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young witch casts a love spell on her crush, over the next couple of days the two become close and he's all she can think about. One day he invites her over to his house and she finds a familiar book in his room, with a familiar spell written inside.
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"content": "I just moved to this town this year. Last year of high school. Stupid parents couldn’t wait a year to move. \n\nThen again if we didn’t move I wouldn’t have met him. My crush. I’ve been watching him from afar all year as I try to work up the courage to talk with him.\n\nI met him the first day of senior year of high school. I had just arrived in town and of course the goof that I am I dropped my books in the hall. He happened to be walking by at the time.\n\nHis black wavy hair is perfect on his head. His big blue eyes seeing me in distress. His firm ass bent over as he picked up my books for me. The smile on his face as he handed me my books.\n\nMy face immediately went red after seeing him. I did my best to hide behind my hair as I thanked him. Ever since I haven’t been able to get him out of my mind.\n\nI’ve been following him ever since. Watching him play basketball after school. Following him from afar when we walk down the halls at school. Trying to smell him when I walk by him in the cafeteria.\n\nI’d dream about him at night. I’d wake up wet from what we did in our dreams. I forget how many times I’ve masturbated thinking about him and what he would do to me.\n\nI finally had enough after hearing he ate out the head cheerleader after the last game. I needed to do something more than just watch him. I needed him to be mine.\n\nThen I came up with the perfect plan. I was going to slip him a love potion I found in my witches studies book. The spell was just there like it was waiting for me to find. Nice and simple too.\n\nGot it all worked out and had my plan ready. I was going to spike his drink at the school dance that weekend. It all worked out to plan as well.\n\nI stopped at the drink table, made two drinks, slipped in the potion, and waited for my chance.\n\nWhen he came to the table to get a drink I gave him the one I had planned. We saluted each other to a good night and drank from our cups. The dance went on like normal, me by myself being a wallflower while he went from girl to girl to dance with.\n\nThe next day at school he sat down next to me at lunch! Me! He looked for me and sat down with me! We talked, well he talked, I listened as I was too shy.\n\nThen in class he sat next to me. When it was time to partner up for a class project he immediately picked me! I was ecstatic. He gave me his address and told me to meet him at his house that night to go over the project with him! \n\nThe potion really worked!\n\nThe rest of the day I was on cloud nine. The boy I liked was talking with me. I was going to his house tonight! I might get to see his bedroom. Maybe I’ll get to lay on his bed? Maybe I’ll get to see his cock? I couldn’t get my mind off of tonight for the life of me.\n\nOnce school was over I rushed home and jumped in the shower and put on new clothes. No way was I going to risk smelling bad tonight. Not for this chance at my crush. I even put on the see through underwear I bought when I was thinking about him. \n\nI showed up at his door at 7pm right on the dot. Like he asked me to. He answered the door in just his basketball shorts. No shirt!! His chest looked so nice. I wanted to lick him all over.\n\n“Hey, come on in. I was just out back taking some practice shots. Can I get you anything to drink?”\n\n“Anything” I squeak out. I was not expecting him to answer the doorbell half naked like that. It really got me flushed.\n\n“Cool. Why don’t you sit on the couch? I’ll go get you something.” He says as he heads down the hall.\n\nHe left me in the living room. TV, couch, table, bookshelf, the normal things you’d see in a living room. I browsed the bookshelf looking over the titles.\n\nAll kind of random. Books about animals, lawyer books, kids books, a few dictionaries, and then I saw it on the little table next to the bookshelf. A witches studies book. The same book that I read from, only not mine. A copy.\n\nThe book has a bookmark in between its pages. I flip the book open curious to see where it was left. It’s on the love potion page.\n\n“Did you know when you add a love potion to another liquid that it leaves a kind of shiny film on the surface? And that the drink smells like roses no matter what it was added to?” He asks me as he hands me a glass of water.\n\n“I know you tried to slip me that love potion. Except it didn’t work. You gave me the wrong drink. You drank it instead of me. I was going to warn you but you were too fast. I guess you were nervous?”\n\nI can feel my face heat up at his words. I drank it? No way. I’m sure I gave him the right cup. I start to try and think about that night again. I put the potion in the drink, held them in my hands ready to give him, put them down when I snuck a cookie. \n\nNO!\n\nI’m so stupid. I gave him the wrong cup! I drank the love potion that night, not him.\n\n“I’m flattered. Really. You find me so attractive that you thought you could slip me a love potion.” He says as he steps up closer to me. I can feel his body heat. His scent is intoxicating.\n\n“Then again. You did try to give me a love potion against my will. That doesn’t make me feel happy. More like I need to get revenge for what you tried to do to me. So I’d thought I’d give you a potion that I made just for you.”\n\n“What?” I look at the half drunk glass of water I’m holding.\n\n“See. I thought and thought about what would be a good answer to your attempt and figured turnabout's fair play. I just slipped you, not a love potion, but a slut potion. The same thing really.” He says.\n\n“Not the same thing. The other term for that potion is a sex slave potion.” I say softly. I remember reading about it in my study book. I can already feel it affecting my body as my excitement grows. My neither s tingling every time I look at him.\n\n“Eh. tomatoes tomatoes. Figured it was only fair since you tried first. I was just successful.” \n\n“Well what now… Master?” Master? Did I really just call him master? And while I grabbed my tit and started rubbing it in front of him?\n\n“Now? Now we start with our new lessons. Why don’t you come here slut and pleasure me?” He says as he starts to pull on the band of his shorts.\n\nI guess I got my crush, I think to myself. Just not the way I had planned. I drop to my knees in front of him. I wonder what he’ll have me do next? I can’t wait to find out."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The blast doors kept the radiation out...and you in. With little to do while the world recovers you feel your sanity slowly slipping. Maybe an old sexting partner's sill online?
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"content": "Well I guess my parents weren’t paranoid after all for having built this storm bunker under our house. Stupid Russia starting world war three nuking the world.\n\nI’ve been in my parents' bunker now for over six months. No contact with the outside world. All by myself. I’ve been living off of canned food and bottled water the entire time going stir crazy.\n\nI was just supposed to stop and water the plants while my parents were on a cruise. Simple stop and be on my way to work. \n\nThen the warning sirens blared and the emergency alert chimed on my phone warning of an impending nuclear strike on our city and to seek shelter.\n\nI had no time for anything. I dashed into the basement and sealed the door behind me praying that my family was OK. \n\nI barely made it in time as shortly after closing the door while I was trying to call my wife I felt the ground shake and the power go out. I’m pretty sure that was when the city was hit. I’ve been too afraid to open the door to find out.\n\nI’ve been terrified and can barely sleep. I’m worried about my parents. Are they OK? And my wife? Did she find shelter? I never did get a hold of her before the strike.\n\nTo try and keep my mind off of my worries I’ve been slowly sorting through all the junk my parents left in here. Besides the normal preper stuff my parents ended up also using the bunker for storage of old things. I even found my old pc from when I was in high school 20 years ago.\n\nOn a whim I decide to hook the old beast up and turn it on. All my old files and programs are still there.\n\nI start to browse the files remembering how I used to spend my evening as a horny teenager trying to find other horny teenagers to chat with to try and have cyber sex with them. There was just something about finding someone on the other side of the screen wanting to cum with me that was so exciting.\n\nI had some success with it as well. Sending dirty messages back and forth with various people. I still remember that one girl who I happened to chat with regularly. She had a public kink so a lot of our role play would involve having sex in public places.\n\nFor the hell of it I decided to open the messaging app that we used back then. I know it’s not going to work as there's no network but I still opened it anyway. To my surprise it shows her username logged in and online.\n\nI blink a few times at her username, KitKat87 and try to process that it’s showing her online. Must be some programming error. I check the back of the pc just to verify there’s no network cable.\n\nFor the hell of it I open a message and send it off to her. What else am I going to do all by myself? I’m running out of things to do and feel like I’m going to go crazy.\n\nMikeSixPack: Hey sexy. Long time no see.\n\nI chuckle to myself after sending the message before I see the dots at the bottom of the screen and the message that says “typing a response”. I go from amused to confused.\n\nWhat? It’s got to be a bot or virus or something I think.\n\nKitKat87: Hey daddy. I’ve missed you.\n\nKitKat87: Want to meet at the park like old times?\n\nI stare at the screen in confusion. I have no idea how this is working. I’m bored so I figure I might as well play along and see where this goes. Let's see how smart this bot is.\n\nMikeSixPack: You bet babe.\n\nMikeSixPack: *I arrive at the park at dusk. I’m wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt. I sit down on our favorite bench and look around as I wait for you. I see the normal flow of people as they take their evening strolls with none of them paying me that much attention.\n\nKitKat87: * I get to the park wearing a bikini top and a short skirt that barely covers my thighs. I see you sitting on the bench and you look so sexy. I head over to you.\n\nKitKat87: “Hey there big guy. I’m kind of horny. Did you want to fuck me?”\n\nMikeSixPack: * I stand up and pull you into my arms and start to kiss you on the lips. My hands grab ahold of your waist pulling you into me.\n\nMikeSixPack: “Damn right I do slut. I want you on your knees. Get me ready. Right here in front of everyone.”\n\nKitKat87: “Yes daddy. I’ll suck your cock.”\n\nKitKat87: (Shit I’m so hot and horny. It’s been so long. I’m already playing with my pussy)\n\nKitKat87: * I get on my knees and pull your cock out. I start to suck as my eyes look up at you as I watch your face.\n\nI’m hard. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the memories, maybe it's the loneliness, but I’m hard and I start to stroke my cock. Picturing my wife on her knees sucking my cock.\n\nMikeSixPack: (Shit I’m hard. I’m stroking my cock)\n\nMikeSixPack: * I watch as your lips suck my cock into your mouth. I place my hands on top of your head and help guild you on my cock.\n\nMikeSixPack: “Fuck your mouth feels so good.”\n\nKitKat87: (Fuck yea. Stroke that cock for me while I fuck my pussy.)\n\nKitKat87: “I can’t take anymore. I need you inside me. Please. Daddy. Fuck me.”\n\nKitKat87: * I turn around and get on my hands and knees. I pull my skirt up showing you my naked ass as I’m not wearing any panties.\n\nMikeSixPack: “Fuck that’s hot. I’ll fuck you nice and good.”\n\nMikeSixPack: * I get behind you and put my cock in your pussy as I start to fuck you.\n\nKitKat87: “Yes daddy. Fuck me. Make me cum. Let all these people watching know I’m your little slut and fill me up with your cum”\n\nKitKat87: (Shit. I’m close. You?)\n\nI can feel my own orgasm nearing.\n\nMikeSixPack: (Close. I’m going to cum soon.)\n\nMikeSixPack: * I pick up speed and start to fuck you faster, harder. Your words drive me on.\n\nKitKat87: (Cum for me. I’m cuming now. cummmmmmm!)\n\nShit. I’m at my limit as I feel the pressure reach its tipping point. I start to ejaculate covering my hand in my sperm.\n\nMikeSixPack: (I’m cumming to)\n\nI type with one hand as I slowly come down from my euphoria.\n\nKitKat87: (That was so much fun. We should do this again some time.)\n\nKitKat87 has logged out.\n\nI’m left with my dick in my hand, covered in my cum, trying to figure out what just happened."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She has been giving erotic massages for years, and has honed her skills to become the best in the city. One day, her eyes widen to realize that her next appointment is her boyfriend’s worst enemy.
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"content": "She thought about turning him down. She could turn down anyone, she made plenty of money. \n\nShe thought about making him cum in under 30 seconds and laughing at him. Telling him how all the 18 year old virgins last who came to her easily lasted longer.\n\nThen she had her idea. She would break him. Give him such an erotic massage that nothing would ever be the same again.\n\nHe came in cocky, he new who she was. He was smirking and condescending as he got onto the table. \"Your boyfriend must not do well enough that you're forced to resort to this. Maybe if you had a real man, you wouldn't be stuck in a dead-end job like this.\" \n\nHe didn't know, you made enough money that you told your boyfriend to quit working. You regularly had him come get massages from the other workers. They'd try out new techniques you thought them on him. \n\nAs he laid there you smiled wryly and went about your work. Rubbing oil from his head to his heels, the back of his feet. You pulled the towel off his ass and rubbed oil in. You started in the center of his back, worked your way up, as you did his neck your head was by his, your soft breathe falling on his ears, you did his lower back, and then went to his feet, rubbing him heel to toe. Then working up the legs. You reached under his thighs and massged his quadriceps.\n\nYou got close to his cock and then flipped him over. It was effortless. His cock already hard standing up to greet you. You started center of his chest, leaning your face over his, close enough to kiss him. You then got to his abs, now your face was inches from his cock. You slowly open your mouth and lean in, then ask \"Is there anything in particular you want worked out?\"\n\nHe grins, \"It's right there baby, give that dick all the time and attention it needs.\"\nYou work down his thighs grabbing underneath at hamstrings, causing his cock to flex. Finally finishing up his feet. Your grab him by the base. \n\nHe stiffens. You slowly pull up to the tip, pulling his foreskin over his head, then all the way back down. His cock was okay, maybe a bit bigger than your boyfriends, but also a bit skinnier. Also, in all your years of working here, cocks of nice people just looked prettier. It was weird, but while their was nothing wrong with his dick, even his dick gave off a bad aura.\n\nYou worked him up and down, one hand, then the other. Your other hand rubbing his stomach m, or his thighs. It was time. You worked him rhythmically, your face staring down the length of him and you massaged his taint. The taint was the magic button if you knew how to press it right, and the off switch if you knew how to press it right. \n\nYou'd build him up to just before he couldn't handle anymore than turn him off. He'd drip so much pre-cum but he'd quickly edge away from an orgasm. Each time you did this, you were able to build him up more the next time, right as he was practically levitatating off the table you'd shut him back down. \n\nFinally you had him where you wanted him. The amount of effort it would take to recreate this was so far beyond the untrained hand. You got him to the edge and then let him cross it. But mid-orgasm you shut him down. So he came but it lost the energy to make it up the shaft. A pathetic dribble came out as everything got clogged inside the shaft. It felt like the best/worst orgasm he'd every have. And now all his orgasms would be just the worst part of that. Dying halfway up the shaft. \n\nHe scoffed at you as he was getting dressed. \"I thought that was gonna be amazing, but in the end I don't know what everyone was talking about, you're not worth the hype.\"\n\nYou smiled, and waved. Of course he didn't even tip. Again, okay, his tip would never tip again. Maybe if he sucked your boyfriends dick, and then sucked your boyfriends cum out of your pussy you'd return him to normal. That is if he had it in him to apologize and beg you to."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You deal with your stressful life by regularly visiting a masseuse. After a particularly bad week, she notices you're way more tense than usual, so, as the prefessional she is, she offers you a happy ending to relax.
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"content": "Tranquil sounds. The smoothing smells of lavender and vanilla. The cool, ambient air fluttering over my skin. All the tell tale skins of a relaxing visit to the spa.\n\n\rYet, I was more stressed than I had ever been.\n\n\rI’ve been visiting Malvena for a year now at Massage Modern. She replaced my last girl, Ami, when she left to pursue her true passion: boating with rich men. I don’t blame her for that. But Malvena has been an angel since she took over. I swear, her fingers were literally magic, melting my stress away at my weekly appointments. But this week I wasn’t even sure that my lovely masseuse could fix it.\n\n\rWith a rapping at the door, Malvena entered, a soft smile in her voice. “Hey there, June. How are we feeling today?”\n\n\rI groaned into the headrest. “Not good, Mal. I’m hoping you can fix it.”\r\n\n“Well, that’s my job! We thinking full body today? Where do you need me to focus?” \n\r \nI shifted, letting my arms hang over the edge of the table. “Absolutely, full body. I have a lot of tension in my shoulders and hips.” \n\r \nShe tsked at me, starting to roll the sheet down from my shoulders to expose my back. “I told you you need to switch office chairs. Or get a standing desk.” \n\r \n“I’ll be sure to tell my boss that,” I laughed. \n\r \n“You better! My advice is highly recommended.” I sighed as warm oil made contact with my back, coconut filling my nostrils. She switched to coconut oil a few months ago. Said it would do wonders for my skin. Her advice really does come highly recommended. Her palms and fingers worked nimbly along my back, digging deep into my muscles. “Let me know if you need more pressure.” \n\r \nAs she worked her way up to my shoulders, a soft moan left my lips. “Mmm, a little deeper.”\r \nShe obeyed, giggling as she found the knots. “Easy, June. Someone might think we’re up to some funny business in here.” \n\r \nI bit my lip at the implication, letting her work her magic into my neck. “Eh, there could be worse things to assume.” \n\r \n“Fair enough. You’d be the prettiest client I’ve been caught with,” she teased. \n\r \nShe moved back into my shoulder blades, pressing deep enough to massage my bones. God, that felt so good. Between groans, restrained winces of pain, and satisfied moans, I poked back at her. “Are you saying you’ve been caught with clients before?” \n\r \n“Well,” there was a flirtation in her syrupy voice, “I’ve never been *caught*.” \n\r \nWe shared a laugh, but something bubbled within me. Something new, something hot. I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not, but a part of me hoped she wasn’t. \n\r \nOnce she was finished with my back, her supple hands felt my skin, leaving me cold even with the warm oil settling in. She moved the sheet to expose my hip bones, squeezing an ample amount of oil into her hands. She went in with her palms, letting out a low whistle. “My goodness, hun, you weren’t kidding. Your hips are so tight.” \n\r \n“I told you.” \n\r \n“You sure it’s just work? I mean, you’ve been tight before, but you’ve never been *this* bad.” \n\r \nShe was right. This week was more brutal than others. Not only had my job been kicking my ass, with another deadline looming over my head, but I had to end a three-year relationship with my now ex boyfriend a few days ago. “I thought he was the one,” I explained as she rubbed oil into the backs of my thighs, “But turns out he would rather nuzzle himself in between his paralegal’s legs than be with me.” \n\r \nI turned my head to look at her, her dark blue eyes full of sympathy. “I’m… I’m so sorry, honey. You shouldn’t have had to go through that.” \n\r \nI gave her a weak smile. “It’s okay. I appreciate it. I’m not really sad about it. More just angry.” With that, I chuckled, “If it helps, I told his paralegal that I hope she’s looking forward to several more months of orgasmless sex.” \n\r \nMalvena and I shared an uproarious laugh. “Oh my god, and you put up with that for three years?” \n\r \n“Oh yeah. What I wouldn’t give for an orgasm that wasn’t at my hand. Or my vibrator. Hell, I bet you’d be great at it. I’d probably be less stressed.” Those words left my mouth before I could stop them. The laughing subsided, leaving Malvena and I locked in a heated gaze. I don’t think she was expecting me to say that either, but something in her glossy, parted lips and heavy lids said she didn’t mind it. I swallowed, my skin running hot as my heart raced. “I’m… ha, sorry, that sounded weird.” \n\r \nHer tan cheeks blushed as she tucked a strand of thick, chocolate brown hair behind her ear. “It’s okay.” \n\r \n“I just don’t want you to think I was propositioning you–” \n\r \n“Oh god, don’t worry about it. Seriously.” \n\r \nIt was quiet for a moment, only the sounds of rushing water and whistling birds pouring from the speaker. I still hadn’t brought myself to look away from her. She was still looking at me. There was something about the shape of her face in the warm, dimmed room light that made all of those stirrings return to my belly. I’d always thought she was pretty, and we had grown close over the last year. But I had never thought about her that way. \n\r \nAt least, not until that moment. I mean, it was an intimate setting. With her oily hands on me, practically naked for her. \n\r \nShe broke the silence first. “You know. It *is* my job to help you relieve stress.”\r \n“I… I couldn’t ask you to do that, Mal,” I stammered, my face pink and thighs warm. \n\r \nShe smiled, her eyes filled with an unspoken feeling. “I want to, June.” She wriggled her arched brows at me coyly, “Professionally, of course.” \n\r \nI bit my lip, looking at her under my lashes. “... How do you want me then?” \n\r \n“Turn over for me.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was a tomboy who liked to wrestle. She was also a natural stunner with absolutely massive breasts...
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"content": "\"Ugh, this sucks.\" Caitlyn said, looking out the window at the miserable weather. \"I was hoping to do something fun today.\"\n\n\"Like what?\" Jake asked. \"It's too cold for summer sports and not cold enough for winter stuff.\"\n\n\"I dunno. Something.\" \n\nShe spun around and flopped against the wall. Jake had to fight to keep his eyes off her. The woman loathed the very idea of makeup and she still looked better than most airbrushed magazine models. Not to mention the eye watering mountains she called breasts. \n\n\"Well, until you come up with something, I guess it's down to TV or games or something.\"\n\nShe stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry. She looked around. A smile formed on her plump, naturally red lips.\n\n\"Hey, I got an idea. Why not try some good 'ol fashioned wrestling.\"\n\n\"Huh?\" Jake asked, suddenly nervous.\n\n\"You heard me. How about it. Go to the mat, first to tap loses.\"\n\n\"I...I don't know if that's such a good idea.\"\n\n\"What's the matter, you're not the one of those never fight a woman guys, are you?\"\n\n\"Uh, well, no, I suppose not.\"\n\n\"Oh, I get it. Scared you'll lose to a girl?\" She winked and flexed a surprisingly firm, and sizable, bicep.\n\n\"Uh, that...that wasn't what I was thinking.\" He just did not want to get accused of...touching anything he shouldn't. Which with Caitlyn was a real concern considering her chest was bigger than her head. \n\n\"Come on you wimp, let's go!\"\n\nShe was already taking her shirt off. Her sports bra was fighting a losing battle to contain her assets. She did not seem ashamed at all. And why would she? She was proud of her ripped, curvy figure.\n\nShe grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet before he could give any further objections. How she packed that much power into that frame he would never know. He had seen her bench a guy twice her size for reps once. But for now, she was getting into a classic wrestler stance. Jake groaned and matched it as best he could. Probably best to humor her and try not to get accused of sexual harassment.\n\nShe called the match and immediately went on the attack. She plowed into him, knocking him down immediately. Her chest pressed against his lower body in ways that made it difficult to focus on anything else. Once he was on the ground, her long, fit legs tightened against him, keeping him in place.\n\n\"Wow, you're a total wimp!\" She said with laughter in her voice. \"Come on, actually try and fight back.\n\nThe match continued, with Caitlyn always coming out on top. Jake did try to keep her down, but she was constantly pressing up against him, making it hard to really focus. Plus, the girl was a powerhouse that had no right being as strong as she was.\n\n\"Dude, it's no fun if you don't try.\" She taunted.\n\nCurrently, her legs were wrapped around his shoulders in an arm bar that had his arms nestled in her cleavage. He couldn't move his arm even if he wanted to. He did have to keep his smaller head from reacting though. That was almost tougher than she was.\n\n\"Who said I'm not?\" He said through clenched teeth.\n\n\"Boo. Come on, show me what you got.\"\n\nShe released him and stood, waiting for him to do anything. He stood, working his limbs. Once he was ready, he attacked. Or rather, he tried to. She was able to reverse everything he did. He went for her midsection, and she twisted him into an arm lock. When he went for her legs, he found them wrapped around his head. Her arms? She simply overpowered him. \n\nShe straddled him on the ground. He struggled against her, but she was able to push his arms apart no matter what he did. And it was then that her bra finally lost. \n\nThe clasp snapped against the strain of her breasts. They spilled out, no longer contained by anything. She blinked her bright green eyes.\n\n\"Uh...I didn't have anything to do with that.\" Jake said. He tried to look away, he really did.\n\n\"Damn it.\" She said under her breath. \"I knew I should've worn the good one.\"\n\n\"Uh, Caitlyn...\"\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"Are you going to get off me now?\"\n\nA sly smile crossed her far too beautiful face. \"Nope. You've been disapointing this entire time. Tell you what, you manage to pin me once, and I'll let you fuck the girls.\" \n\nShe used her chest muscles to bounce her massive breasts, dangling them in front of him. Jake heard the offer and a surge of untapped power swelled inside of him.\n\nHe rocked from side to side quickly, throwing her off balance and allowing him to finally get on top of her. She yelped in surprise as he got into position to use his full body weight against her smaller frame. He latched onto anything he could. His legs went around her tiny waist, his arms around her neck and shoulders. He used everything he had to keep her from moving. Oddly enough, she did not seem to muster a full fledged counter attack.\n\n\"Oh look, you finally did it.\" She said after a few seconds. \"I am fully pinned.\"\n\n\"Uh..what?\"\n\n\"You win this round, sir. Good on you.\"\n\n\"Really?\"\n\n\"Yup.\"\n\n\"So...\"\n\nHe relaxed his hold on her. Then she grabbed him, lifted him off her and stood, all without putting him down. He wondered how she could be that strong, but he did not ask, since she brought him to the couch and pulled his pants down.\n\nShe looked up at him and shoved his solid manhood between her mountainous breasts. His entire body stiffened as she began moving her chest. She pressed against his length and moved her bust along him, sending shivers down his spine with every move.\n\nShe moved them in opposing directions, and then back and forth. Each move she made sent an ocean of pleasure through his body, more than he had ever dreamed possible. He groaned and writhed in pleasure as she worked on him. It felt like he was in heaven.\n\nShe pressed more, and his manhood was assaulted by pure bliss even more. It was too much for him to handle. With a mighty roar, he unloaded himself into her chest and face. Now spent, he collapsed and gasped for air.\n\nCaitlyn wiped his seed off and licked her fingers clean. Her eyes rolled back slightly.\n\n\"Hey, Jake, once you calm down a bit, you want to go for...another round?\"\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\n\"Not here though. I'm thinking we wrestle some more in a different place.\"\n\n\"Like, like where?\"\n\nShe stood and lifted him off the couch, tossing him over her shoulder.\n\n\"How about the bedroom?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Trick or Treat! It seems that someone at the bachelor apartments had been handing out a special kind of candy to his neighbors. What had once been a building full of lonely guys was suddenly a building full of sexy gals!
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"content": "\"This has to be Ron's doing, right?\"\n\n\"Well yeah, duh. He was the only one going door-to-door, insisting that we all try his 'delicious new candy' on Halloween.\"\n\nPhil and Ted were standing in the hallway. As long-time apartment neighbours, they'd built up a bit of a rapport. Of course, for a lonely hearts building like this, that meant the occasional game night and lots of heavy drinking.\n\n\"Should we go teach him a lesson, you think?\"\n\n\"I think that he might be a her now? I guess, now that I think about it, we should see how far this goes. 'Cuz if he's the only one still unchanged, then yeah, a pummeling is going to be necessary.\"\n\nThe two nodded and proceeded to make their way down to the lobby. They found the P.A. system, mucked around trying to get it to work, and then eventually managed to signal all the residents to meet in the building's foyer.\n\nIt didn't take long for the space to be filled with women in various kinds of men's clothing. Some were wearing work clothes or boxers and t-shirts. All looked somewhere between scathing and furious.\n\nIt took Phil and Ted several minutes to calm everyone down enough to actually address the crowd.\n\n\"Now, look, it seems like Ron has done us all a little dirty. Has anyone seen that rat-fink around today?\"\n\nA noise from the back of the room as a woman was pushed to the front of the space. It was clearly the former man known as Ron, but clearly changed in the same way as the rest of the group.\n\n\"Do you have anything to say for yourself?\"\n\n\"Well... I was thinking... It could be fun to maybe try out a different gender. But I couldn't do it alone, obviously. So, I might've, maybe, roped y'all in unwillingly.\"\n\n\"And why shouldn't we curb stomp you for this?\"\n\n\"I'd say because it only lasts a couple of days. And, well this is a bit embarrassing, but the multiple orgasms feels pretty good.\"\n\nSurprisingly, the room got pretty lively at that. Not with outrage, but with quiet murmurs and contemplation. A few of the looser dressed women actually just put their hands on their new equipment and started stroking themselves, somewhat clumsily. \n\nEven Phil and Ted were taken aback. They looked at each other and paused for a moment. Then they slowly started to walk back in the direction of their apartments. Seeing that the meeting was taking a turn, other women started to catch on and rush towards the stairs.\n\nIn a near-stampede, the meeting dissolved as doors opened and slammed shut. Within minutes, feminine moans and squeals could be heard in every corridor. Showers were turned on and rhythmic thrusting could be heard from some rooms. \n\nAnd there was shifty little Ron, still in the foyer. A smile played across her lips as she listened to the cacophony of pleasure. Yes, surely this would buy her enough time to pack her things and leave. After all, some of the new women would catch on after a few days that this change was not as impermanent as she'd made it out to be..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Vampires cannot enter something without permission. So the bratty goth decided to enter the vampire lair wearing the sluttiest thing she could over her sizable curves to tease the hell out of them. Unaware that the rule was moot the second she entered their domain.
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"content": "Mona grew up believing in the macabre. She was obsessed with vampires, and into adulthood that obsession never dispelled. She hated people describing her as goth, she much preferred Occultist. Over the years she has learnt everything there is to know about vampires, or at least she thought so. \n\nFinally the evening arrived of the day she was going to meet a real vampire, everything had been leading up to this moment. The sun was setting and she was putting on the final touches of her outfit. Black and red, her colors of choice. Denim jean shorts, cut high at the thighs and hugging the curves of her ass cheeks in a dark worn black. On top she wore a deep maroon cropped bustier bra, with a thin fishnet tank top over that accentuated her breasts. \n\nVampires have rules. They do not wander during the day time. They avoid garlic and a stake through the heart would kill them. Most importantly they will not enter a person or their home uninvited. Fortunately, she thought, these don't apply to her. Upon finding the manor believed to house vampires she marched to the entrance and pushed the door open. Her heavy Doc Martin boots stomped loudly, echoing in the grand hallway. \n\n\"Come out, come out, wherever you are\" she teased, hands on her hips, throwing caution to the wind. \"It's time I met a real vampire!\"\n\nIn an instant she felt the cold breath on her neck as a figure, as if from thin air, appeared behind her. She stepped forward and turned around to face the figure. Tall, lean with long black hair, he stood in nothing but a long velvet robe with his arms crossed. \n\n\"You dare enter my domain. You must have nerves of steel, for no one leaves this place\" his voice echoed around the hall. He stepped towards her, the robe flapping subtly giving her a peak behind it. \n\n\"When was the last time you had a girl as voluptuous as me? I can tell your turned on by my figure. I've been fantasizing about meeting a vampire since I can remember. Maybe I'll invite you to have a taste, you are handsome after all\" she teased the vampire by dancing her hips back and forth, while pushing her chest out. \n\nThe vampire blinked directly in front of her at an imperceptible speed, his hand already caressing her cheek and neck before she even noticed. \"You must be mistaken. You bratty arrogance has lulled you into a false sense of security,\" he whispered showing his fangs, \"A vampire is unable to enter a person, or their home whilst outside their lair. But in MY home, there are no rules\" \n\nWith a motion as fast as sound he tore the ripped denim jeans from around her waist and threw them aside. Then without harming her, he picked her up by the throat and forced her against the wall. He ran his finger gently over her moist vulva. This slut became a willing passenger in his bidding.\n\n\\-----------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nHope this is what you were after. It was fun writing!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A half-succubus finds herself driven to put her nature to good use when, by way of encouragement, her mom slips her otherwise platonic guy friends some *extremely* potent aphrodisiacs...
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"content": "\"Ohhhh, and with my best friend no less!\" His hands were all over me, rubbing ruby skin and breasts as I bent over. I'd barely started getting dressed when I heard my door open to reveal Danny, his gaze at my summer yellow skirt showing how mad from lust he'd become.\n\nI bent over without hesitation when he'd ordered me to. Where was the poindexter that was too nervous to finish a sentence? He'd barked a command and I eagerly felt a bulge as my slit opened slightly to be played with.\n\n\"Cassie, I-can't-I-can't I can't think! The tea, I just wanna - fuck!\"\n\nI turned around, finger to lip \"Shhhh, all in a day's work to help you let off some steam.\"\n\nSeven hells! He was back on me in a flash, tongue in mouth as his fingers circled my hardening nipples. I was caught off guard by just how forceful he was, like a conquering enemy at the gates he battered my tongue with his as his hands gripped my arms tightly. I could smell the magically laced lilac tea on his breath, a brew so strong that even the trace amount remaining in his saliva started to make me horny.\n\nBack to confused \"I'm sorry Cassie! I'm just- my head! Smelling you, I just want you so badly!\"\n\nMy fingers spread my slit open as I grinned reassuringly. \"You can have me\" I whispered, \"Fuck me as much as you need to\"\n\nHe nearly stumbled as he dropped his pants. Spit and pre-cum was his lube of choice, but I was so aroused at the thought of fucking my bestie that it was entirely unnecessary. He entered me as I braced against my bookshelf, slipping my tail into his left hand to tug on.\n\nHe trusted forcefully and I gasped, tilting my head back and arching. \"That's it babe, fuck me!\"\n\nHe complied, beginning to increase his tempo. A shelf collapsed and books fell on the floor. We ignored it as he continued to pound me, tugging hard on my tail as I moaned. \n\n\"I always wanted to fuck you Cas! Hnnggg!\"\n\n\"I know babe -oh!-. I put those desires there! Remember that dream when you were naked in front of the college auditorium?\"\n\nHe chuckled while holding my waist, continuing to thrust with impressive force \"Everyone has that dream.\"\n\n\"Yeah, but not everyone has it interrupted by their bestie flashing them.\"\n\nHe came, holding his hips as close to mine as he filled me. I moaned in approval, letting his watery cum flow down my leg.\n\nI played with his hair \"Feeling better?\" I asked.\n\nHe sighed. \"Yeah, a little\"\n\nI pouted \"That's too bad. Mom! More Tea!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: the town’s annual recreation of lady Godiva’s nude ride isn’t drawing in crowds like it used to. So some last minute arrangements were made, adding 2 dildos to the saddle and ensuring it’d be a bumpy ride.
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"content": "“Absolutely not.” Bonnie brushed strands of her obnoxiously long wing from her face, staring at the horror of leather and black silicone before her. She was already uncomfortable with the clause in her winner’s contract that obligated her to ride the damn horse. But with the new… additions to the saddle? This increased from embarrassing to humiliating. “I am not riding that thing.”\r \n\r \nHer manager, Gretta, typed furiously on her phone, eyes avoiding her client at all costs. “Look, Bonnie. We reviewed the contract forwards and backwards. You won the contest, this is part of your duties.”\r \n\r \nBonnie, fuming, yanked the phone from Gretta’s hand, demanding her attention. “Did the contract say anything about stuffing myself with nine-inch sex toys for an hour while the ENTIRE town watches?!”\r \n\r \n“I know it’s not ideal–”\r \n\r \n“Not *ideal*? NOT IDEAL?!”\r \n\r \nGretta grabbed her frantic client’s shoulders. “Babe. Breathe. Please.”\r \n\r \nAgainst her better judgment, she did. Bonnie took a deep breath in, held it for five seconds, and released it, three times over like she always did. “Alright. Tell me why I shouldn’t break this contract to save myself from social and potentially sexual humiliation.”\r \n\r \n“Well one, $50,000.”\r \n\r \nBonnie sighed. “That’s a good number one.”\r \n\r \n“Two: this is a small bump in the road to your career. Yeah, you have to ride naked through a town of hicks on a horse fashioned with a sybian. Not great. But then it’s other contests, photoshoots, other contracts, and much more than $50,000.” Gretta squeezed Bonnie’s shoulders, a hopeful look in her eyes. “Just… use those acting chops. Today, you’re not Bonnie Hammersmith. You are *the* ‘Lady Godiva.’”\r \n\r \nShe looked at her manager and dear friend, the horse mindlessly grazing on oats, the handler, and then her fated seat. She didn’t remember the tale of Lady Godiva being one of a sexual nature, but, alas, it’s what the modern retelling had turned into. *Her manager’s voice rang in her ears. Today, you’re not Bonnie Hammersmith. You are* the *“Lady Godiva”*. “Fine,” she said, resigned to her fate. “Let’s get this over with.”\r \n\r \nGretta leaned in for a kiss on the cheek. “I’m gonna head to the parade route. You got this.” With that, Gretta departed, leaving Bonnie by herself at the parade meetup.\r \n\r \nBonnie dropped her robe, a vision of beauty with her sloping curves, long limbs, and juicy behind. She slipped out of her shoes, reaching into the saddle to retrieve a bottle of lube. A warm, pink flush fell over her fair skin. “Could you… turn away please?” The handler, a young man in his early twenties, obeyed, clearly just as embarrassed. She squeezed the bottle in her hand, cold and slippery between her fingers. Tentatively, she reached between her thick thighs, limber fingers swiping against her warm, shaven pussy. The temperature difference was a shock to her system, one that delighted her even in her chagrin. A quick of her fingers inside of her to prepare her, also repeating this with her asshole, she stored away the bottle and cleared her throat. “Um, if you could help me up here, please?”\r \n\r \nThe handler turned around, struggling hard to keep his eyes on hers. “Y-yeah. Sure t-thing.” He reached out his hand, waited patiently for Bonnie to wipe her hand on her side before helping her onto the docile white horse. “Creme Puff is a really easy ride,” he reassured her. “She takes curves nicely and isn’t too bouncy.”\r \n\r \nBonnie settled into the stirrups, her undercarriage hovering over the seat. “It’s not the horse I’m worried about.” Her cheeks grew redder as she shuffled the wig hair around. “Though I guess a little bounce wouldn’t be unwelcome.”\r \n\r \nAn unexpected choke escaped the handler’s lip. “Do you need me to t-turn again? So you can… get situated?”\r \n\r \n“Yes, please, thank you.” As the handler turned to care for Creme Puff, Bonnie, with a racing heart and churning stomach, pressed her openings against the saddle. She took a deep breath, blocking out the noise around her as one head entered her pussy, then the other breached her asshole. A small whimper escaped her lips, nipples hardening as she wiggled her way down. The lube helped some, but it was tight and invading in a way that was both shameful and arousing. Her body did the rest of the work for her in easing their way in. She took another breath, this one more shaky as her thighs clenched and she gripped the saddle horn. “Okay, I’m r-ready.”\r \n\r \nThe handler didn’t turn back to face her, his face redder than hers. He adjusted his slacks, trying to hide himself from Bonnie. She still noticed, but didn’t mention it. That was better for both of their sakes. “Cool. Cool, cool. Well, I’ll be here if you have any questions.”\r \n\r \n“Thanks. I appreciate it.”\r \n\r \nAbout twenty minutes later, the parade started to take its route. Creme Puff, led by the handler, began a slow trot. Immediately, the jousting began, the toys bumping against her walls with every few steps. Bonnie inhaled sharply, gripping harder on the horn to contain herself. *Goddammit*, she cursed under her breath, *get a hold of yourself*. She straightened her back, assuming her role as the Lady Godiva, ignoring the pounding of her heart as they rounded on the crowd. The goosebumps never left her flesh, though.\r \n\r \nWord had apparently spread of the new “addition” to the Lady Godiva ride, because the crowd was fuller than it had been in years. Adults of all ages, many imbibing and cheering, grew in volume and excitement when Bonnie appeared. Of course, there were some lewd and rude comments and sneers from jealous women dragged there by their boyfriends, but everyone else was shouting excitedly for her presence. Emotions swirled in Bonnie unexpectedly. Embarrassment started to shed away as something like pride or exhilaration replaced it. She waved like a pageant queen as people yelled “Godiva, we love you!” and “So sexy, so beautiful.” She started to think, *maybe this isn’t so bad!*\r \n\r \nThat’s when Creme Puff started to trot faster.\r \n\r \nBonnie bit her lip as she bounced harder on the saddle, the repeated thrust upward sending ripples through her body. Her body contributed to the bouncing for her, less afraid of people seeing her get her rocks off on this saddle. Hell, it was what they were here to see, right? She brushed the hair away from her shoulders, exposing her full breasts to more drunken cheers. She felt brave as the saddle grew wet with her slick and the trots growing more vigorous, releasing the horn to cup her breasts. *Fuck, this* does *feel good*. She let her instincts take over as she grinded against the seat, her holes pulsing with pleasure as she let her moans fly freely. She was spurred on by the crowd, some rubbing themselves at the display. *So this is exhibition? Not too bad*.\r \n\r \nSoon, a familiar buzzing started at her center, spreading like wildfire through her limbs. The horse was trotting a little faster, her nipples hardening in the cool air. *Oh my god, I’m gonna cum. On this horse in front of crowds of people.* Her clit rubbing against the saddle and hard, slick dildos pushing deeper and deeper into her body, she closed her eyes as her moans peaked. “Oh god, oh fuck, yeeeeeesssss!” The crowd near her lost their minds as her body twitched, her cum dripping out of her. She slumped for a moment, holding onto Creme Puff who was blissfully unaware of what happened, letting her catch her breath.\r \n\r \nThe handler leaned his head back, an inconspicuous hand on his throbbing groin. He whispered to the panting rider. “Hey. Hey, Bonnie? You feeling okay?”\r \n\r \nShe lifted her head, lids heavy as she smiled in post-orgasmic joy. The horse was still trotting, the toys still rocking inside of her. Another orgasm was steady in its wake. “I–” she shuttered, “I’m better than okay.” She grabbed the handler by the collar, planting a wet kiss on his face. As she pulled away, his face rounded in shock, she smirked in pride. “And call me ‘Lady Godiva.’”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A succubus tries to help out her friend by pretending to be his girlfriend and playing wholesome homemaker while he's hosting his super traditional and buttoned down parents. She's hungry too though, regardless of whether it's tough to find any privacy with them underfoot...
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"content": "“Oh, Margaret, this meatloaf is divine!” Kenneth’s mother swooned with a mouthful. “You’ll have to send me the recipe!”\r \n\r \nMaggie smiled, pushing his thick, honey blonde hair off of her shoulder. “Oh, thank you, Barb. It’s nothing special. My mom taught me to use pork rinds instead of breadcrumbs. It doesn’t suck up as much moisture.”\r \n\r \n“Well tell your mother she knocked it out of the park!” Kenneth’s father, Greg said with ketchup smeared into his mustache before quickly shoveling in another bite. “This young lady’s a keeper, my boy. She’ll make an honest man out of you yet!”\r \n\r \nKenneth leaned over to Maggie, whispering in her ear. “I can’t believe you got a compliment from my dad. He is a man of few words.”\r \n\r \nMaggie, taking a sip of deep red wine, let her grin grow mischievous. “I told you, Ken, when I commit to the bit, I commit hard.”\r \n\r \nShe had proven to Kenneth throughout the night that that was an absolute fact. He had only asked Maggie a week ago to enter this agreement: be his girlfriend for a weekend and help him look put together for his parents. Not only had Maggie made his bachelor pad a home for fully functioning adults, but she put on the whole wholesome homemaker schtick complete with a flawless glamor. It was strange to Kenneth, seeing his typically fiendish looking best friend without her horns, red skin, and forked tail. She had shown up at his house like a modern Stepford wife: fresh face of fair skin, a tasteful dress and heels, and not an infernal characteristic in sight. She even had an apron in her hands that read “Kiss the Chef”. “Isn’t it funny?” she beamed, normally yellow eyes alight with green irises and pure elation. “You mortals have the strangest anachronisms!”\r \n\r \nSo she did it all. A classic home cooked meal. Yankee candles burning and throw pillows on the couch. The scent of angel food cake (the irony) and carpet fresh in his apartment for the first time, well, ever. And not only did she do it to perfection, she did it with unadulterated enthusiasm, the doting girlfriend act in full effect.\r \n\r \nBut only because of what she’d get for all of her efforts.\r \n\r \nMaggie’s brows furrowed as she rubbed her forehead, pushing her wine glass away. “Oh goodness,” Maggie groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.\r \n\r \nKenneth placed a hand on her shoulder, both in keeping up the act and out of concern for his friend. “You okay, honey?”\r \n\r \n“Yeah, I think so,” she replied. She turned to her “boyfriend”, giving him a loving gaze. Kenneth’s heart skipped for a moment. “I may have hit the bottle too hard.”\r \n\r \n“Why don’t you go lay down for a minute?”\r \n\r \nMaggie’s eyes went wide. “In… your room?” Her voice had a small tremble to it, as if she was embarrassed he would suggest that in front of his parents. Damn, she was good. “Are you sure?”\r \n\r \n“Yeah, of course. Just so your headache can go away.”\r \n\r \nMaggie seemed to relax. “Okay, love.” Giving him a kiss on his cheek, she stood up and addressed his parents. “Barb, Greg, please help yourself to the angel food cake and forgive me for being a lightweight. Hopefully, this will pass before we bust out the charades!”\r \n\r \n“It’s okay, dear! Hope you feel better,” Barb replied with a smile and a wave of her own glass. Greg simply grunted, going for thirds of the meatloaf. With that, Maggie excused herself to the bedroom. Barb turned to her son, her smile turning wry. “Kenny, sweetheart, where have you been *hiding* her?”\r \n\r \nKenneth rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, hoping to remember the backstory. “Margaret grew up pretty traditional, and she wanted to wait until we did the ‘meet the parents’ thing.”\r \n\r \n“Well, good on her,” Greg declared after a forceful swallow of mashed potatoes. “Too many girls your age are giving themselves away too easily, don’t know what it means to be a wife. About time you found a girl that’s actually got commitment on the mind.”\r \n\r \n“I couldn’t agree more,” said Barb. “You know your father and I didn’t even kiss until our third date, and we–”\r \n\r \nKenneth could feel his mother start to drone on again, his parents’ draconian values grating on his nerves, when his phone vibrated. It was a text from Maggie, a playful devil near her name. He opened the message, heat immediately rising into his cheeks.\r \n\r \n**Maggie😈: Come “check on me” in ten. Time to pay up 👅**\r \n\r \n**Kenniboi 🔥: Are you CRAZY? My parents are still here!**\r \n\r \n**Maggie😈: I don’t give a fuck. We made a deal. And I’m getting hungry 🥴🥴🥴**\r \n\r \nKenneth stowed his phone, feeling his trousers grow a little tighter. This is what he got for asking a favor from a succubus. They weren’t known for their patience. He kept his eye on the clock, his mother still somehow talking as the minutes and second clicked by. 8:06, 8:07, 8:08, 8:09…\r \n\r \n“Kenny, honey?” his mom’s voice broke through his daze, “Did you hear what I asked you?”\r \n\r \nHe shook his head. “Sorry, Mom. I was getting worried about Margaret. Do y’all mind if I go check on her?”\r \n\r \n“Go on, son,” Greg said as he leaned back, undoing his belt. “Barbie, why don’t you cut me a piece of that angel food cake?”\r \n\r \nKenneth excused him, scurrying down to the bedroom. His body was on fire, fear and excitement fighting for control in his mind. He approached the door, giving it a gentle knock, to which Maggie responded in a soft voice, “Yes?”\r \n\r \n“C-Can I come in?” Kenneth said, his nerves bundled in his throat.\r \n\r \n“Of course, honey, I’m just laying here.” Trying to swallow with a desert dry mouth, he opened the door, only for a lightning speed hand to yank him in and slam him against the door. Before he could yelp, that hand cupped his mouth, the sound muffled in her palm. It was milliseconds before Margaret’s hand was on his pants, rubbing against the semi-hard bulge. “Took you long enough.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] A succubus tries to help out her friend by pretending to be his girlfriend and playing wholesome homemaker while he's hosting his super traditional and buttoned down parents. She's hungry too though, regardless of whether it's tough to find any privacy with them underfoot.
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"content": "Absolutely splendid! The relationship between Tony and Tina is well expressed throughout, with how they fulfill each other's needs and relate to each other, but Tina especially is a treat! I love how mischievous and casual she is and how intensely she pursues sex. Scenes with Tony were good, but the way that she decided to go in on his father right under the table was fantastic. All of the little touches throughout were excellent, and the scenes were vividly rendered. The descriptions at the level of detail were also wonderful. This was a perfect fit for a premise. Thanks for responding to the prompt!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sleeping with you was one path to completing the game and your world was just loaded up by a speedrunner.
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"content": "My life had changed completely when indie studio DirtyParrot had released *You Gonna Do It? 2*, a hotly-anticipated sequel to YGDI which had been Game of the Year. It was a weird mix of VR challenges set in various worlds, which challenged players to collect achievements by interacting with real people in real situations. I, Daniel Meyer, and a woman called Sherrie Piper, had been randomly selected as the targets of Achievement 735: Sleep with a NPC. I obviously wasn't actually an NPC, but successfully clearing 735 with me or Sherrie automatically completed the game, so in the days after the launch I was inundated with random players walking up to me and begging for sex. It was tempting: I don't have a girlfriend and some of the girls' avatars were pretty hot, but something felt off about it and I always said no. As far as I could tell from YGDI2's forums, nobody had convinced Sherrie either. There were other paths to complete the game, but nobody had reached 100% as a result. Johnnie, one of the devs, admitted after a few weeks that 735 was probably a dumb one to include, but he was reluctant to change it, otherwise players would demand changes to all the achievements.\n\nI mean, DirtyParrot paid me fifty bucks a day, covered by a NDA, to let them keep doing it, so I wasn't complaining.\n\nAfter a few weeks the hype died down and I only got occasionally bothered by a hardcore 100% type, who I always rejected. DirtyParrot dropped the payments to thirty a day after the first month but guaranteed that for a year. People moved on from YGDI2 and my life went back to normal. I did occasionally wonder whether I should have actually done it with someone, but then I would have been all over the internet and who knows what details the player might have shared about me or my life.\n\nAnyway, that was five years ago. The game is still live, and the studio pays me one annual payment of $1000 every January, but I probably see less than five players a year who try to clear 735. Most players are content that 99% is as good as 100%. Now I am just a normal guy again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After years of unsuccessful orgasms it is said that the maiden who properly pulls Kind Arthur's sword will be the new queen of England.
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"content": "\"Another successful day, sire,\" Sir Gawain said, hanging King Arthur's armour in his tent. \"Dealing with the rebels in the borders was inspired, I should say.\"\n\nArthur settled into his bedside chair, the soft furs helping to take away the day's cares. \"And yet I am not satisfied,\" he replied. \"The old problem is troubling me.\"\n\nSir Gawain bowed slightly. \"I will retire, sire.\"\n\n\"No, knight, stay. Leaving me with my own thoughts will only trouble me further,\" Arthur said, gesturing for Sir Gawain to sit beside him. The knight did as he was asked, but he fidgeted slightly as he waited for Arthur to speak again.\n\n\"Knight, something is troubling you. Speak.\"\n\nSir Gawain smiled slightly. \"Sire, news has reached me of an old witch who lives in the Marches. She claims to be able to help with your... problem.\"\n\nThe king smirked. \"Knight, if you think an old woman is what I need, you need to think again.\"\n\nGawain laughed. \"No, sire, I believe she means to use her magic.\"\n\n\"I find it hard to believe that what Merlin cannot achieve, an old witch can.\"\n\nGawain shifted uncomfortably. \"Well, sire, some problems are... shall we say, best left to a woman's expertise. No disrespect to Merlin, of course.\"\n\nArthur pondered this. \"Well, I have tried everything else. If she wants me to bathe in a barrel of frogspawn, though, she'll have much to answer for.\"\n\n​\n\nThere was a fog rising from the marsh, wisps gathering into pockets which by morning would be a blanket. Arthur sent a squire back to ask Sir Lancelot to stand the troops down; there could be no campaigning when there would be no visibility in the morning. And they would appreciate a night under cover, especially one as dank as this. \n\n\"We are close, sire,\" Gawain said, reining in his horse. \"She asked for you to approach alone.\"\n\n\"In any other matter, an impossible request,\" Arthur said, following suit and then dismounting. He handed the reins to Gawain. \"If I have not returned within the hour, find me.\"\n\n\"Very good, sire,\" Gawain said, watching his king tentatively step through the mist, finding dry footing amongst the bog moss. \"And good luck,\" he added, under his breath. \"God knows, the kingdom needs a Queen.\"\n\n​\n\nThe witch's hut was little more than a shelter made of rushes on the leeward side of a great elm, and only a depressed patch of grass where the entrance seemed to be gave away that it was inhabited.\n\n\"Witch, I have come,\" Arthur announced, his hand on his sword hilt. \"Show yourself so that I might know I am safe.\"\n\n\"You are safe in this place,\" a voice croaked in response, and a bundle of rushes moved almost imperceptibly. \"I knew of your approach long before you spoke.\"\n\n\"Witch,\" Arthur went on, dropping to one knee. \"I have come to seek your aid in lifting my curse.\"\n\n\"Cursed is what you are,\" the witch confirmed, stepping forward to that Arthur could see her. Her cloak was rich and brown, wrapped several times around her, and a large, pointed hat sat atop her head, almost completely shielding her from view. All that Arthur could see was the glint of two eyes, fixed on his. \"The Old Gods wish to see the kingdom fall and have cursed you never to produce an heir.\"\n\n\"How can I please these heathen Gods?\" Arthur asked, bowing his head for a moment in reverence. \"I sense they are present in places like this where the True Faith has no penetrated.\"\n\n\"Perceptive, you are,\" the witch croaked. \"There are still places in this great island where They still find refuge. But as for your curse, the Gods cannot help with that. What is once cursed cannot be undone.\"\n\n\"So my line is ended?\" Arthur asked, crestfallen. \"This will surely lead to civil war.\"\n\nThe witch chuckled. \"The Gods cannot help, but there is something Earthly that can be done.\"\n\n\"Tell me, witch,\" Arthur demanded. \"I must know how to end this terrible curse.\"\n\n\"Terrible, yes, perhaps,\" the witch said, thoughtfully. \"The inability to produce seed has endowed you with divine strength in leadership and battle. Is this something you wish to give up so easily?\"\n\nArthur nodded. \"I have given the matter great thought, I assure you. The greatest safeguard for this kingdom is my heir. A man's time on earth is like the grass of the meadow but his line is forever.\"\n\nThe witch made a sudden jerking movement. \"Do not cite the new teachings in this place,\" she hissed. \"The power of the Old Gods may be diminished but their anger is still to be feared.\"\n\n\"My apologies,\" Arthur said. \"Witch, tell me what I may do.\"\n\nThe witch paused, her eyes still fixed on the king. \"Close to this place is a clearing which contains a lake. At the centre of this lake is a stone platform. Go to that platform and leave all earthly burdens behind. The One who can save your kingdom will appear and she will pull your sword on the stone.\"\n\n\"Thank you, O wise woman,\" Arthur said, bowing once again. \n\n\"The bargain must be struck, however,\" the witch added. \"Should the sword be successfully pulled, the One must be crowned Queen of England before the new moon rises.\"\n\n\"She shall become my Queen,\" Arthur confirmed. \"I will go now and seek this lake.\"\n\n\"May your kingdom last a thousand years,\" the witch said, retreating into the darkness. \"And remember the bargain.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When he found out his bully had a major swallowing fetish, she pretty much walked him into blackmailing her into giving him blowjobs... mostly because she was into that too...
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"content": "`Oh my god, delete that. I sent it to you on accident, DORK.`\n\nJon stared at the text from his long-time bully, Emily. Though, he was much more interested in the lewd picture she had sent him just prior. She was clothed, but was showing off sucking a dildo. It was a pretty large dildo too if that bulge in her neck was of any indication.\n\n*Ding* `I'll do anything. Anything. Just don't send that to anyone.`\n\nJon responded simply, `Just don't make fun of me at school anymore, okay?`\n\nThey were both in their senior year of high school, and Emily had tormented Jon since elementary school. At this point, a reprieve for the rest of the year was like a dream come true.\n\n*Ding* `Okay`\n\n*Ding* She sent a video. When Jon played it, she was slurping on that dildo like a pornstar, making some rather embarrassing moaning sounds, before looking at the camera and declaring \"I'm just a cumslut\".\n\n*Ding* `Shit. Please, I'll do ANYTHING. Just don't share that.`\n\nJon didn't believe in signs from god or anything, but even he had a hard time ignoring this particular set of... \"coincidences\".\n\nJon typed back. `Anything? If you mean it, meet me behind the soccer field after school tomorrow.`\n\n*Ding* `Dork`\n\n======================================\n\nJon's heart was pounding in his chest as he made his way to the soccer field. School had been tough today, but despite that, he had been in a better mood today than he could remember being in a long time. Emily had actually left him alone today. When they passed in the hall, she gave him a... strange look. It wasn't hateful or anything. Just... odd.\n\nEmily was already there when Jon arrived.\n\n\"Finally!\" Emily exclaimed as she immediately began working on Jon's pants zipper.\n\nThis spot - technically off school property and well out of sight - was well known as a hook-up spot, but that's not what Jon had chosen it for.\n\n\"Whoa whoa whoa. What are you doing?\" Jon exclaimed. \"I just wanted to talk.\"\n\nEmily paused, \"Are you really saying 'no'? You have that much dirt on me, and all you want is to talk? You can have so much more than that, dork.\"\n\nNow Jon paused. It was hard to see Emily as attractive given the torment she had caused him, but that video had been playing on repeat in his head ever since he got it, and he had to admit that she *was* one of the hottest girls in school. Plus, he had never done anything with a girl before... maybe now was his chance.\n\n\"O-okay. Um... yeah... S-... suck my dick?\"\n\nEmily rolled her eyes, but pulled his pants down to his ankles, and immediately took his rapidly hardening cock into her mouth.\n\nShe closed her eyes as she buried her face into his crotch, his not-yet-completely hard cock poking the back of her throat. *Finally,* she thought to herself. *How much leverage do I have to give him?*\n\nA shiver ran down her spine at the pleasure of finally having her crush's cock in her mouth. She had never sucked a guy off before, but had been practicing with her dildo. She lacked somewhat in skill - not that Jon knew the difference - but made up for it with enthusiasm.\n\nShe bobbed back and forth on Jon's cock as it grew and grew. Jon had only compared himself to porn and thought he was average at best, but as quickly became fully hard, it was clear that he was about the same size as Emily's rather above-average dildo. And, given her practice with said dildo and the slight warm up as Jon got hard, Emily was able to throat him immediately.\n\nFor Jon's part, no further thoughts floated through his head. He could only moan and focus on keeping his legs underneath him.\n\nBack and forth, back and forth, in and out, in and out went Jon's cock in Emily's throat, causing a familiar bulge to form in her neck.\n\nIt didn't take long for Jon to feel a familiar pressure building in his balls. Having so little experience, it didn't even occur to him to warn Emily. Still, Emily felt him start to pulse, put two and two together just in time to fully impale her face on her crush's cock.\n\nJon felt his cock throb powerfully, cumming harder than he ever had before down his bully's throat. He felt her neck pulse in response as she eagerly tried to swallow all the seed he had to give her.\n\nUnconsciously, Jon reached for her head to hold her head in place he rode the last of his orgasm.\n\nWhen the pulsing in her throat finally stopped, Emily pulled her head sloooowly off the delicious cock, and let it rest on her face as it leaked the last of the cum on her face.\n\n\"Same time tomorrow? I *really* don't want anyone to see that video...\"\n\n\"Oh, don't worry,\" Jon said, panting. \"I'll delete that video. We're good.\"\n\n\"Fine. But I want to do something first.\" Emily took out her phone, held it up, and took a picture of Jon's big cock resting on her cum-covered face.\n\nThey parted ways, and drove to their respective homes. As soon as Jon got home, he flopped on the couch, reeling from the experience.\n\n*Ding*\n\nJon checked his phone. It was a picture of Emily with an \"average\" cock resting on her cum-covered face.\n\n*Ding* `Whoops. Guess we'll have to do this again tomorrow after all, huh?`"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Bret couldn't help but shiver with delight as the new effeminate cheerleader dropped his mini-skirt to reveal the biggest third leg he had ever seen.
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"content": "Cody almost rolled his eyes at his soon-to-be newest jock bottom. He hadn't even bothered to learn this ones name, Brad maybe. The huge macho ones were usually so easy, but perhaps this one would resist?\n\nAlways the same reactions; first the shiver, then the shuddering breath, then the shy little lick of the lips. And now, it was Cody's part.\n\nCody padded slowly over in stocking feet, making a whole show of untying his cock from its place around his waist. First, he let it fall, watched as the eyes went wide, the jaw dropped slightly. He nearly smiled at how this one was unconsciously leaning towards it, so eager.\n\nAs Cody reached his new bottom, he reached with both hands. One reached down, reaching under the girth of his cock and lifting it parallel to the ground. The other reached up, and started stroking around this jocks lips. He would call this one Captain, to remind it of what a manly man it used to be.\n\nAh, and now the best part; the begging. Not with words, Captain was paralyzed by lust, but with the eyes. Quivering eyes, the smallest whimper, all begging to be released from this need.\n\nAnd now Cody did smile, a smug and patronizing smile, as he moved his hand to the top of Captains head and pushed. As expected, no resistance. Knees immediately crumbled and they were face-to-tip with what had so enraptured them.\n\nCody turned their face up, wanting them to see what was happening, claim their mind with their body. Another tracing around the lips before gently pushing on the lower one. Still no resistance, Captain opened wide, as wide as they could go. Maybe even wide enough. Cody smiled a real smile now, this one would be good. He traced his fingertips around Captains ears, exerting no more pressure, no force, just tickling the nerve clusters. \n\nAt now at last, the dance was over, this new hole was ready. Cody placed his hands on Captains ears, and pushed his hips forwards.\n\nNo resistance."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was a stuck up mean girl who loved bullying nerds, however, she loved bullying nerds with forced handjobs, blowjobs, or even by just pinning them down and fucking them...
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"content": "As class was dismissed, I began to sweat. At this point, it was a Pavlovian response. I shuddered, my skin turning clammy even as I felt my dick start to get hard. I was a grown-ass man but felt helpless as I gathered my books and prepared to leave for my next class.\n\nI lingered slightly behind everyone, hoping, as usual, to limit the number of people that might notice my… situation. I learned to start carrying my backpack in front of me, taking my time zipping it up as I walked down the aisle, doing my best to pass for normal.\n\nOnce I was in the hall, I clutched the bag in front of me, less worried about getting a side-eye from someone I knew. I followed the same route that I usually did. I’d long given up on trying to get clever. She would find me. She always found me. As slow as I walked now, I knew that dodging her for too long would only further delay the inevitable, making me embarrassingly late for my next class.\n\nI turned a corner in the hall and stopped, almost causing a collision with someone behind me. I barely heard them as I automatically mumbled an apology, my eyes locked on a nearby classroom doorway. My heart thundered as she stood there and smirked, casually leaning against the wall in front of the door.\n\nSwallowing hard, I moved towards her. My feet dragged as my mind turned blank, trying to preemptively protect itself. I had a choice, but really I didn’t. No one would believe me. I’d already tried to speak up and only gotten smirks from the faculty. Their eyes conveyed incredulous disbelief even as they gave lip service to the options available to me. Call the police. Get a restraining order. Consider moving classes. Consider a different school.\n\nAs I reached the doorway, my eyes unfocused as she opened the door, grabbed me by the front of my shirt, and pulled me inside. She closed the door behind us, locking it before using that same fistful of my shirt to shove me into a nearby table. The floor groaned as the table feet and chairs slid roughly along the linoleum floor.\n\nA tear slipped down my cheek as she walked towards me, even as my cock throbbed. She grabbed my chin roughly, squeezing my face as she pressed her body against mine.“Now, what do we have here? Are you crying?” She laughed, the sound harsh and cruel as she shoved my face back with her hand. “Is poor little baby scared of the big bad hottest girl in the school?”\n\nShe grinned, leaning towards me as I instinctively pulled away. Placing one hand on either side of me on the table, she pressed harder against me. My cock, now rock-hard, was practically stabbing her in the stomach. “Don’t pretend like you don’t love it, you disgusting little freak.”\n\nTaking a step back, she folded her arms. “Take your pants off,” she commanded, her smirk back in place.\n\nI swallowed, a quiet whimper escaping the back of my throat. I turned my face away and gripped the table behind me, my short nails biting into the wood underneath. More tears began to slide down my cheeks, unbidden. My face heated, shame mixed with fear constricting my throat and making it hard to breathe.\n\nSo fast, it was only a blur out of the corner of my eye, she stepped forward and slapped me across the face. “I said”—her voice low and threatening—“take your fucking pants off.”Face stinging, my hands shook as I fumbled with my pants. She stood there, arms crossed, as she watched me struggle—a vicious, hungry look in her eyes.\n\nOnce they were off, she moved towards me slowly, that cruel grin plastered across her face. “Oh, how you disgust me,” she cooed, placing a hand on my throat. “What are you going to do if you ever trick someone into fucking you? What if some ugly little nerd wants to wife you up? Are you going to tell her about me?”\n\nI whimpered as she increased the pressure on my throat, forcing me backward onto the table. She used her other hand to smack my exposed cock, and despite my efforts, I whimpered again. “Shut the fuck up, you sad sack of shit. Get your ass all the way up on the table and lay down.”\n\nI moved to obey, dizzy from the lack of oxygen and adrenaline, even as she released my throat. I gulped in fresh air as my tears slid down my temples and into my hair. I wondered absently if I’d have a red mark on my cheek that I’d need to explain away at my next class.I stared at the ceiling as she took off her pants, grateful to see that it was paneled with textured tiles. At least I’d have something to count while she did what she was going to do."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sex Ed in college. Single students only with the advanced brain chip set . Each student would be given a random kink to explore for each two weeks of class. Student would also be randomly assigned new partner for each two week period.
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"content": "Lola Orozco\r \nJournal Entry #16\r \nOctober 23, 2XXX\r \n\r \nI can’t believe we’re nine weeks into this semester, which means we’re nine weeks into the experiment. It has been an absolutely wild ride of kinks I’ve both enjoyed and despised. But this two week assignment? Well…Okay, I’m actually a little excited to share this one. I may even add it to my current repertoire.\r \n\r \nI’ve always had sensitive nipples. The slightest brush against them would make them sting and stick out under my tops. So they’ve always been a sensitive (no pun intended) subject for me. For years, if I was intimate with a new person, or even a person I’ve been with for a while, I would keep my shirt on or squirm away at an iota of sensation. So, when we got our chip reset for this last week, and “Nipple Play” appeared in my vision, I almost requested a new kink. But that wasn’t what this class was about. So I swallowed my nerves, womanned up, and surged forward.\r \n\r \nI thought maybe this would be good for me.\r \n\r \nArmond, my assigned partner, and I agreed to meet at his home to work on the experiment. Thankfully, I always found Armond to be handsome, and he seemed very intuitive to kink apprehensions according to his previous partners. When we first started to talk about this assignment, I told him about my fears surrounding my chest. I’ve always been a little ashamed that my breasts are small and how much my areola took up the surface, but the real concern was how sensitive I was to sensation on them. We immediately decided on the stop light system and a game plan. He admitted that he was a fan of this kink, so he had enough tools to get us by. But he assured me that I was calling the shots and that he would check in on me periodically throughout the session. Green meant I enjoyed it and wanted to keep going. Yellow meant I needed to slow down and process. Red, of course, meant we’d stop, he’d soothe me, and we’d talk about the experience. So I had that comfort going into the night.\r \n\r \nThe first night we started with a little wine to ease the nerves. I’ve always been a bit of a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, so one glass was enough to take the edge off. It wasn’t long until he had pulled me into his lap, and we were kissing. He is a VERY good kisser. He is very gentle, with soft hands and a surprising amount of enthusiasm and care, and he really seems to enjoy praising me. I’ve never been told how much someone loved my lips or the way my tongue tasted while they got aroused from it. It was surprisingly hot.\r \n\r \nBut then he started to pull on my shirt.\r \n\r \nI grabbed his wrists, pulling out of the kiss. My entire body was locked up. “Wait…”\r \n\r \nHe kept his hands in place. No sudden movements, and his voice low and calming. “Is this a ‘yellow’?”\r \n\r \nMy voice trembled, and I avoided his gaze as I released his wrists. “I… I don’t know. I think so.”\r \n\r \nA hand came up to my chin, drawing my eyes to him. He has such a kind face. Some of the tension in my body melted. “Talk to me.”\r \n\r \nI could feel my entire face burn. “I-I…” I stammered, “I rarely talk off my shirt during sex. So when you started pulling, it freaked me out. God, this is embarrassin–”\r \n\r \n“Hey, we’re okay. Don’t be embarrassed.” He stroked my cheek, cooling the red embers that inflamed them. “Would it help if you took it off on your own?”\r \n\r \nI took a deep breath, leaning into his hand. I was safe there. I could do this. “Yeah,” I nodded. “I think I would.” I crossed my arms over my chest, gripping the hem, and I slowly pulled it over my head. To prepare me for our first night, I hadn’t been wearing an undershirt. So as soon as the shirt was gone, I was bare. The room was cold, and my nipples rounded to a point almost immediately. My body tensed all over again, my arms ready to cover myself. But a quick grasp of my wrists stopped me. \r \n\r \nI gasped, ready to call, even scream “red”, when I realized he was just looking at me. Looking at my chest, studying the rising and falling with my unsteady breath. My skin was hot, every inch. I thought I was going to throw up. “I don’t know what you were so scared of.” His eyes met mine with a smile and a gleam of admiration. Excitement. Maybe even desire. “Your body is so lovely.”\r \n\r \nI loosened my rigid muscles, lowering my arms. My skin was still hot, but for a different reason. “Y-you think so?”\r \n\r \n“I do.” Keeping his eyes on me, he raised his hands, no contact made but hovering only inches away. “May I touch you, Lola? I would really like to touch you.”\r \n\r \nI took a deep, ragged breath. I was safe here. I could do this. “Yes. Please… touch me.”\r \n\r \nHis brows twitched, still grinning. As if he was only so lucky that I was giving him the privilege. That thought alone twisted my stomach in the best way. He started with his fingers, very delicately tracing around my areolas. It dimpled as goosebumps formed after every pass, sending a delightful shiver down my spine. He watched me for signs of displeasure and fear as his circles grew closer to where fair met dark pink flesh. “What’s your color?”\r \n\r \nI felt a soft ache between my legs. I wanted more. “Green.”\r \n\r \nThe tips of his fingers hit the halo of my nipple, and I sucked in a breath. So much sensation hit me at once, making me want to flinch away. But I stayed, letting him caress the bumpy skin until he hit his prize: a buzzing, ornery bud covering in nerve endings. “Ahh–”\r \n\r \n“Still green?”\r \n\r \n“Y-yeah.”\r \n\r \n“You sure?” \r \n\r \nI nodded, my lower lip pulled between my teeth.\r \n\r \n“Would it–” he leaned his head up, close to my lips, “--help to have a distraction? I could kiss you so the sensation isn’t so intense.”\r \n\r \n“Yeah. I-I think I’d like that.”\r \n\r \nHe closed the gap, and we locked together in a tender, focused kiss. His tongue pecked at my lips, and I granted him entry, easing into a rhythm of swirling and sucking that took my mind immediately away from the threat of his hands. God, he really was a good kisser. Knowing he had me fully distracted, he lightly rubbed the pebbles under his thumb. It was a lot, all cylinders firing at once to make me tremble. But I just kept focusing on his kiss as he massaged. It was a lot… but it felt good. Really, really good.\r \n\r \nThen a word left my mouth before I could stop it. “More…”\r \n\r \nHe pulled away, breathing heavily and keyed up from our kiss. “What was that?”\r \n\r \nKeeping Armond’s gaze, I pressed his hands flat on my tits, a soft buck in my hips from the sudden presence of his palm. “I… could you do more please?”\r \n\r \n“It’s not too much for you?” he asked, brows furrowed in concern.\r \n\r \nFor the first time, I grinned, eyelids heavy with want. “I’m all green, baby. Keep going.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A chastity belt is a part of the uniform(boy or girl) . And the key must be given to a boy(preferd gender).
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"content": "[If anyone would like me to continue let me know] \n\nHer mother looked over at her from the drivers seat and said gently “This is for your own good I'm sorry it came to this.” Patrica was going to Rose medical center sent there by her mother. All because Leanne, Patricia’s mother thought she was an abomination for being 22 and still masturbating daily. To fix the abhorrent behavior she decided to send her to a place that controlled her ability to pleasure herself. They had told them both in a Google meets meeting that she was correct in placing Patrica in their care. They had requested that leanne drive her to them immediately.\n\n“You can’t be serious Mom. How does this place even exist anymore?” She asked in an indignant tone. With a sigh her mother placed her hand over on her thigh and calmly patted it to reassure her. “You know why, and don’t act like you don’t.” The gesture didn’t reassure Patricia in the slightest. \n\nRemembering the last time that she’d been put into a psychiatric facility she shuttered. Her father and brother had unexpectedly passed in a car accident on the interstate. A snow storm came through and it caused them to veer off the road into a barrier. Due to the snow it took 2 days for them to find out what has happened. The whole time the where just missing had caused her to have a severe panic attack. When the police had shown up to the door to inform them the panic attack morphed into a mental breakdown. Her mother had placed her into Oak ridge medical Center when she couldn’t be calmed down. \n\nAll she could remember from her first week there was being numb everywhere. The meds made her feel emptiness. She had started to pleasure herself to finally feel something a few weeks into her stay. Ever since that day whenever she felt emotions she couldn’t handle she pleasured herself and felt better. All that had led her to this a one way trip back into the world of meds. Her mother had caught her with her hands down her pants at the theater and once while she was in the backseat as they were going through a drive through. The other times she had been caught were almost immeasurable. \n\nShe say the gated entrance and tensed. Her mother gently squeezed her leg “It’ll be ok Patty I know you’re scared but it’ll be ok.” Her mother tried to tell her in as reassuring a tone as Patty thought her mother could muster. As they pulled through the gate they came to a parking spot labeled patient intake her mother coasted into the spot. Patricia heard the click as the car was placed into park and started to get quite anxious. “ Come on Patty we’ll go inside and just talk first ok.” \n\nPatty nodded and unbuckled herself and turned to get out of the car and follow her mother. Beep…Beep. God Patty thought she’d just locked the car I’m not getting out of this. Her mother patiently waited at the door holding it open for Patty. “Come on Patty.” Lowering her gaze Patty followed her inside the building with off putting fluorescent lighting. A desk was ahead behind a glass window. The receptionist looked them over and said “Name please” looking at Her mother. Leanne spoke and said “My daughter is Patricia Jones. She’ll be checking in today.” Glancing at a list the receptionist said “We’ll take it from here and disappoint for a moment to pop up at a door to the right. Waving she said “Over here Patricia let’s get you checked in.” \n\nHer mother gently pushed her in the direction of the door. Patty stumbled until she was at the door. Looking back her mother mouthed “I love you.” And then turned and walked back tge way they had come. The receptionist took her into a small room and said “The doctor will be In shortly please undress and get into this.” She told Patty handing her a hospital gown, and with that she disappeared with a resounding click of the lock. \n\nAs Patty undressed she looked around the empty room the only other thing in the room besides her was a small table with a bin on top and a rolling medical stool. After she undressed she placed her folded jeans hoodie and tank top into the bin placing her phone on the top. Knock..knock.. she heard and then a younger woman dressed in scrubs walked in. “Hello Patricia my name is Doctor Fitzgerald.” Extending her hand. Taking the offered hand Patty said “I go by Patty.” After they released hands Doctor Fitzgerald sat on he stood playing a box she had held in her other hand on the ground. “Please take off the gown Patty. And stand in front of me.” Patty scoffed “Why?” \n\n“For your fitting Patty that’s why you’re here.” The doctor said in a no nonsense voice. Dropping the gown Patty placed it beside her other possessions and stood in front of the doctor. “I don’t remember needing to be fitted for anything.” The doctor removed a metal bra looking contraption and motioned for Patty to extend her arms. Extending her arms Patty gasped “What the hell is that?” \n\n“It’s how you will be stopped from pleasuring yourself.” As she placed the cold metal cups against her breasts patty moaned as the cold effected her nipples. Spinning behind her the doctor locked the clasp quickly and went to her box again. “ now this one requires some adjustment first ok.” As she placed the belt between her legs and on her hips Patty squirmed. The doctor pulled out a tool and messed with the belt for a few moments then click. Patty felt the unmoving metal between her legs. Feeling around she probed and couldn’t get under the metal coving her most needed parts. “What is this I didn’t sign up for this.” Patty pleaded as the doctor sat infront of her adjusting the bra and belt some more. \n\n“You signed the release my dear. We made sure of it.” With that the doctor stood now come with me please."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A girl has to come to terms with the fact that she has become a werebimbo...
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"content": "Angelica rubbed her head and groaned. Last night's drinking binge had been a rough one. A brother-in-laws birthday party had started with shots at 2 and gone on to have cocktails at midnight. Understandably, her body had not enjoyed the results of the poison. \n\nShe felt sore, too. The memories of it were vague, but she was pretty sure she had gotten into a fight. Some slut had mouthed off about something, and next thing Angelica knew they were at each other like cats in the parking lot. \n\nAngelica started her shower and stared at her body in the mirror. A few bruises on her tanned skin, a few scratches, but nothing serious. It wasn't until she turned around that she saw it, and did a double take.\n\nThere were teeth marks on her left ass cheek. \n\nHow in the hell had that whore managed to bite her ass? Angelica had been wearing *jeans* for God's sake! Luckily the bite hadn't been deep, and was essentially healed already. Angelica thought it was strange that it had healed that quickly, but moved on. No use thinking about it.\n\nThe shower and a cup of tea helped clear up the fog of hangover, and soon Angelica was nice and happy in her pajamas. She didn't have work until Monday, so she had the weekend to recover and relax. In that regard it was a successful day. Nothing but tv binging until the sun began to set. \n\nAngelica got ready for bed, or more accurately, moved to watch TV in her bedroom instead of on her couch. She had just laid down when her body began to feel hot. Like, really hot. \n\nIn the span of a few minutes she went from a long sleeve shirt and pajama pants, to just top less and boxers. She normally hated panties, but she had to admit, they would have offered more airflow to her upper and inner thighs. \n\nThe sensation was changing, closer to a body high. Angelica stumbled to the bathroom. Had she eaten something from her stash by accident? She had been purposely sober all day to give her body a break, and yet here she was with a wonderful tingling feeling in her ass and chest. \n\nAngelica started panting as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was drenched in sweat and her boxers were way too tight.\n\nWait a second.\n\nHer boxers were supposed to be loose, how had they started to feel like they were cutting off circulation? \n\nThe sensation suddenly became more intense. Angelica fell to the floor. It felt like her body was receiving an intense massage, inside and out. Hands and fingers beating on her skin, in the best way possible. She saw herself I'm the fullsize mirror and gasped.\n\nShe wasn't being massaged, she was being molded. Her skin was shifting, breats and ass growing. Her black hair shifted into a bleach blonde form the roots down. Watching it happen made it so much more intense.\n\nAngelina's hips thrusted involuntarily, pushing her ass out lewdly. God the boxers were getting tighter and tighter, until with a comic *riiiiiiip* they split open and feel off her ridiculous ass. \n\nHer breasts faired no better. Normally a b-cup, they had engorged to G and showed no signs of stopping. \n\nIt looked so silly, the little toy I'm the mirror squirming as her body changed without permission. Angelica giggled. Wait no, this was bad. That was her in the mirror, and no matter how dumb and stupid and silly--\n\nAngelica giggled again. She liked to giggle, it made her body jiggle. She giggled again at the rhyme. She giggled as her lips swelled and turned into a bright pink. She giggled as her finger nails grew, perfectly manicured and also bright pink. Such a silly sexy body. \n\nAngie felt disappointed as the good feeling began to go away. She whined. She needed it back!\n\nAngie's hand jumped to her now perfectly smooth pussy. The other mauled her J-Cup breasts. They made it hard to see her pussy, and that made Angue giggle. \n\nHer fingers pumped in and out, but it wasn't enough. She tried a dildo, a vibrator, two dildos, every combination she could think of, but it wasn't enough. It made her want to cry. \n\nThen like bubble gum popping, she had an idea. It took her a few minutes to remember her phones password, and she immediately took several pictures of herself. They were crewd, blurry, and not well lit, but they got the point across. \n\nAngie sent them to her bother-in-law with just the phrase \"I need your help\". Now she just needed to get dressed up and wait. \n\nWhen her brother-in-law arrived she was only wearing thigh highs and a garter belt she had recieved has a joke a few birthdays back. How times change, now they were the perfect way to show off her pussy and ass.\n\nHer brother-in-law, Henry, was suspicious \"Angelica what's the fucks going on, you can't just-\"\n\nAngie put a finger to his mouth \"Shhh call me Angie. Don't worry, your just helping your wife's sister out ok? I have a problem, and you can fix it. Isn't that what family's for?\"\n\nHenry hesitated, then nodded. Angie pulled him by his arm to her bedroom and shoved him onto the bed. Already her body was shivering with arousal, far more then a simple dildo had given her. \n\nIt made Angie giggle the way Henry pulled off his clothes as fast as possible. His cock twitched as it hit the air, and that made her giggled too. So many things made her giggle, and horny. Especially horny. \n\nAngie pushed her ass against that wonderful cock, letting it grind up and down against her asshole and pussy. It was like electricity across her crotch. \n\nHenry got impatient and grabbed her hips. He shoved himself inside of her, and Angie squealed in pleasure. She put her hands on her legs and bent over, letting Henry have his way. Again and again he slammed into her, assaulting her womb, and each time Angie gasped as if it was the first time she had ever felt such pleasure.\n\nAngie's hips moved in time with his, slamming back to meet his thrust. This, this was what she had needed. Her body was aflame with pleasure, and not just from the cock. Angie could see her sisters jealous face, furious that she had stolen her sisters property. \n\nIt made Angie giggle, and moan. It made her turn around and shove Henry onto the bed. She straddled his waist and hovered above his cock. She slammed down to it, hands on Henry's chest while she humped his cock and hips like a dog in heat. \n\nHenry grabbed her waist, groaning and grunting like a wild animal. Finally his hands tightened, and Angue screamed in wonderful ecstasy as his cum pumped into her womb. Her legs shook and her toes curled as she came on his cock. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. \n\nThey both passed out soon after. Angelica would wake up the next day, back to normal, and horrified at her actions. But deep down she knew Angue would return, and even deeper down she knew she looked forward to it.\n\n*End*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It just started happening one day, every woman on the planet began growing bustier. Only you know what's causing it... they grow every time you cum.
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"content": "[FF relationship, blackmail, non-con/dub-con growth, breast expansion] \n\n*No, no, no...* It shouldn't have gone like this. The spell had such a simple structure, or so I thought at the time; Make my breasts one cup size bigger and make them feel good enough for me to get off just by playing with them. Well, if anyone knew I was a witch, they'd certainly find out soon enough how terrible of a witch I am.\n\nThe night before blurred into the present, the newscast I was watching was a dull buzz over the pounding of my heart and the racing of my thoughts. I watched the now-bustier news anchor speaking in a hurried yet serious tone. My girlfriend sat next to me, eyes glued to the TV, just as clueless as the rest of the world about what happened.\n\nI didn't bother to move a lock of my long blonde hair out of my face when the news cut to reporters interviewing some of the three and a half billion victims of my spell-gone-awry, as if to rub it in my face. They all grew at the same time last night, the same time Taylor and I did. The same time I-\n\n\"This is actually insane, Ash.\" Taylor looked at me, her D-cup bra being overflowed by her new chest, \"This is something out of, like, a perverted Stephen King book or something.\"\n\nI just shrugged, my freshly-grown, perky B cups doing a slight wobble under my T-shirt, \"It definitely shouldn't be happening.\" I replied, guilt building up inside me.\n\n\"That may be true, but hey, it's not all bad. You've wanted bigger boobs for practically your whole life, right?\"\n\n\"Well, sure, I mean... But there are literally billions of women that got bigger boobs that didn't want them. Think of all the back pain this caused!\"\n\n\"Relax, Ash, it's not like this is your fault or anything.\" I grimaced but Taylor was looking down at her chest and failed to notice. \"And besides, I think we look pretty damn good with them.\" She squeezed her breasts between her arms and smiled at me, trying to take my mind off of things. The worst part was that it was almost working.\n\nTo avoid any further complications (and to avoid a very awkward conversation about what happened last night), I let my chesty, raven-haired partner be a pillow princess this morning. It was truly breathtaking to see her play with her swollen tits from between her thighs.\n\nI was playing with fire by even letting myself get turned on, knowing what was at stake. But as Taylor finished, her back arching and her tits thrust into the air, I felt my defenses weakening.\n\nHer eyes met mine and she used her extra six inches of height on me to pin me to the bed and she practically tore my panties off. \"Taylor... W- Oh my God...\" I didn't realize how wet I was when she thrust two fingers into me like a hot knife through butter.\n\n*Maybe the spell was one-time only.* A little voice in the back of my head started, *And if it's not, you're only a B cup, you can go a little bigger...* I bit my lip, trying to resist, *Those other woman can just get reductions...*\n\nI reached forward and squeezed Taylor's nipple before bringing it to my mouth to suck on as she brought me closer and closer.\n\nThe next thing I became conscious of was a woman's voice screaming in the distance, \"It happened AGAIN!!!\" I blinked and felt a warmth in my chest. Taylor sat back and clutched her own mammaries. I saw them swell through the gaps in her fingers. I heard panicked cries through the walls as the women of our college dorm got another cup size. The news anchor was the source of the voice I heard, her blouse full to bursting, the buttons straining. They cut to commercial.\n\n\"Ash...\" Taylor cooed, \"That's twice now this happened right when you-\"\n\n\"I know.\"\n\n\nWe were at the library coffee shop. A public place to ensure that we couldn't get up to anything, no temptation. I confessed everything to her. Even sneaking out of bed after it happened to double check my transcribed incantation to see just how badly I missed it up. Taylor was dumbstruck.\n\n\"That's, um... A lot.\" Taylor sipped her coffee. Normally her D cups would draw a lot of unwanted attention, but with everyone being bigger, there were proportionally fewer prying eyes.\n\n\"Why not cast a spell to reverse it or stop it?\" She inquired. It was a good question. If I could do this, it made sense I could undo it.\n\nI shook my head, \"Unfortunately that's not possible,\" When I cast the original spell, I was the focus. No witch is powerful enough to focus on half the world at once. The best I could do would be to make it so everyone shrank when I came, to try to balance it out, but if I don't get the ratios just right, people would still grow a little bit or, worse, people would shrink so much their ribcage could collapse. It's too risky.\"\n\nTaylor's eyes went wide at the mention of the risks. “So what exactly is your plan?\"\n\nMy lower lip quivered, \"Well, until I come up with something better, I was just going to avoid getting off. Minimize the damage.\"\n\nTaylor leaned back, her chest jiggling. Her bra didn't fit so she was wearing a sweater, like many other girls around us, it seemed.\n\n\"I have my own plan as well,\" Taylor smiled and pulled out her phone. She opened her finance app and showed me her investments, \"After this morning, I invested every cent of my student loans into bra and blouse manufacturers. I've almost doubled my money in three hours.\"\n\nMy eyes went wide. \"Taylor, that's... Um... I guess I'm glad you're making the most of the situation.\"\n\n\"I was thinking, Ash, we could potentially give the market another *boost* if we needed to.\" she looked down at my chest and smiled.\n\n\"No, nuh-uh, not happening.\" I pushed my chair back and folded my arms, hiding my breasts from her, \"I can't believe you would use this catastrophe as a way to make money!\"\n\nBefore she could say anything, I stood up and stormed off.\n\nI told Taylor to collect her things from my room. I couldn't have her tempting me to ruin things even more. When she was done, I didn't talk to Taylor for a month. And I didn't get off a single time, either.\n\nIt was torturous. I was martyring myself so the women of the world could have a normal sized chest. I had already left my mark. Billboards for boob jobs were remade to advertise breast reduction, bra prices were through the roof. I even heard Taylor's name on the news, how she had dropped out of college to ride the new wave of bras and custom-made clothing. She went from economics major to business mogal in thirty days, and she even had a book coming out soon. \n\nMeanwhile, I tried to carry on as normal, until I got a call from her. I was nervous, but I picked up anyway, \"What do you want? I thought you would have everything you could dream of by now.\"\n\nI heard a dry laugh through the phone, \"Ashley, I thought you, of all people, would see there's more to life than getting rich. There's *magic* in this world!\"\n\nMy breath caught in my throat.\n\n\"And, as it turns out, you can learn a lot about it by paying the right people the right amount of money. Tell me, what did you end up doing with that old scroll from that night a month ago?\"\n\n\"I... I threw it away.\"\n\n\"That's right, you did, but luckily I was able to salvage it while I was getting my things. And I made some *revisions* to it...\"\n\n\"Taylor! No! You can't mess with that stuff, are you kidding?!?\"\n\nTo answer, she turned on her video calling and set her phone at a good vantage point. An arcane circle was drawn on the floor, a scroll laying in the middle. She was kneeling at the edge of the inscription, her hands in her lap and her face twisted into a devilish smile. She was stark naked. Her nipples were erect and far more likely from arousal than a chill. It looked like she was in a master suite of a five star hotel, but it could have easily been her own bedroom with how much money she now possessed.\n\n\"Taylor... No...\"\n\n\"Oh, you don't even know the half of it! Here's the deal, Ash. You're going to move in with me and get off whenever I want,\"\n\nMy heart sank.\n\n\"Or... I complete this ritual that makes everyone on earth grow *two* cup sizes whenever *I* have an orgasm. And I'm pretty new at this, I might have underestimated the power, so who knows how much they'll actually grow, you know?\"\n\nMy hands were shaking.\n\n\"Come on, Ash, I don't have all day... There's big money to be made. If it makes you feel better, my company donates 10% of its profits to help buy clothes for the underprivileged...\"\n\n\"You... You're a monster.\"\n\n\"Well that's just rude. It's in your own best interest to take me up on my offer. Who knows how big you'll get if I'm left to my own devices?\" She hefted her own E cups, \"Who knows how big *I'll* get? At least I have the money to take care of myself now matter how much I grow. I could take care of you, too...\"\n\nMy breathing grew haggard. Was this really what my life has come to?\n\n\"I... I accept.\"\n\nTaylor beamed, \"Yes! I'm so glad you came to your senses! Now to seal the deal, how about you give me another cup size. Right now. With the camera on.\"\n\nI couldn't believe her. I begrudgingly turned the camera on, revealing my blonde hair falling over my white tank top. My C cups were comfortably contained in my sister's old bra that she outgrew for obvious reasons.\n\nOn one hand, I hated being used like this, it went against every fiber of my being. But on the other, I hadn't felt release in thirty mind-numbing days. I obeyed, setting my phone on my dresser and laying back, my eyes closed and I snaked a hand into my sweatpants and under the band of my panties. I hated that I was already wet.\n\n\"Good girl, Ashley. Think of how hot it'll be to have D cups! Those are what I had before all this began, and I remember how much you loved them...\" She started massaging her own chest in slow circles.\n\n\"It won't be all bad, Ash, you'll get to play with my chest whenever you want, too. You won't have a care in the world.\"\n\nMy resolve was melting as my hand went faster. I would have loved to use a toy, but I got rid of them all to avoid temptation. [Continued in comment]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’ve finally done it. After years of research and development , you finally have been united with your lovers. Your soul mates. A harem full of the most perfect person, yourself.
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"content": "\"Ms. Millport, I have those files you asked for--oh shit.\"\n\nMy boss was waiting for me at her desk, one of my clones wearing pink handcuffs and waiting for me in a chair. Ms. Millport looked over at me with a stoic expression and said, \"Dr. Roquelaure, so glad you could join me for the second time today. Please, have a seat next to yourself.\"\n\nI felt my heart leap up into my throat as I took a seat. My clone reached out her hand with a whimper, attempting to tell me she was sorry without words. I placed an assuring hand on her wrist as I directed my attention to Ms. Millport. \"I, er, suppose you'd like an explanation for this?\"\n\nMs. Millport stared through me with a cold gaze. \"You mean the part where you've been secretly blowing through a chunk of the R&D budget for years in order to satisfy your selfcest fetish?\"\n\nMy anger burned as I yelled back, \"This isn't a fetish!! I love Natalia, thank you very much, and that sentiment is extended to all of my clones!\"\n\n\"What do you say you prove it?\" Ms. Millport hit a button on her desk, causing one of the bookshelves in the room to slide open. My remaining eighteen clones were inside with worried expressions on their faces. I looked at Ms. Millport with a confused look, who sighed and responded, \"I had the secret room installed for privacy. Now go, and take Natalia with you. I'll be watching from out here. We'll see how long it takes for this to turn to sex.\"\n\nI got out of my chair and led Natalia into the room. As the bookshelf slid back into place, Natalia collapsed into me and started crying. \"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I just wanted something from the vending machine, so I stepped out of the lab for a bit, and she was right there!! Now you're in trouble and she's gonna fire you and she's gonna get rid of us, and it's all my fault!!\"\n\nI hugged Natalia tight and softly replied, \"No, shh shh shh, it's okay. It's okay, it's not your fault. We were gonna get caught eventually.\"\n\nNatalia looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. Four other Natalias joined me in comforting our shared lover as one of them took a bobby pin from her hair and started to pick the lock on Natalia's handcuffs. I let out a long sigh and sat down in Natalia's lap, who wrapped her arms around me and quietly said, \"Hey honey.\"\n\nI nuzzled into her shoulder and sighed. \"Hey honey. Is the lab still in one piece?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Your boss wasn't keen on destroying the other projects you were working on, but...\" Natalia gulped. \"She had security stationed down there as we were being forced into the private elevator. We think they're waiting for the order to destroy it.\"\n\nTwo more Natalias moved in to wrap me in a hug as one of them cried out, \"They can't do that!! The lab's our home!\"\n\nMurmurs of fear and anger weaved through the gathering of my lovers. I whistled to get their attention and got out of Natalia's lap. \"Look, I get it, we're scared. But no matter what happens, I swear I'm going to fight tooth and nail for you girls. And if my career burns as a result, then fuck it: we'll roast marshmallows on the way out.\"\n\nI happily got back in Natalia's lap and tenderly caressed Natalia's cheek to wipe her tears. \"But for now, let's just snuggle like nothing's wrong and show my upstart boss what our love looks like.\"\n\nNatalia happily tackled me onto the floor and gripped my arm. Little by little, all of my girls settled into comfy positions, not one of us left alone or without a body to snuggle. This was the real motivation for my pet project: to always have someone to curl up next to without worrying what they were thinking about. Among the group, I heard the sound of kissing and playful exchanges of, \"I love you,\" and couldn't help but grin at the shared affection.\n\nBut much like anything we did, it turned into an orgy at the drop of a hat. I didn't know who was the first to go, I never did when there were this many of us. But before I knew it, I was caught in a six-Natalia daisy chain and eating out my lovers like I was going to die if I didn't. In that moment, nothing mattered but the feeling of my lovers' bodies pressed up against each other and the sweet taste of their pussies.\n\nWhen I and the other participants of the daisy chain had our fill of cumming our brains out, we broke apart and found new ways to chase the next orgasm. Sex was a seamless ebb and flow between all of us, a riptide of naked flesh and breathy praises and pleading. I jumped from one clone to another, scissoring and French kissing and biting each and every one, utterly disgusted by the notion of leaving any of them unsatisfied. And with my back to the wall and Natalia's tongue in my pussy, I had the same thought I did every time I made love to my clones:\n\n*I have to make more. I have to add more clones to this.*\n\nSlowly, the orgiastic tide slowed to a trickle as we started to run out of steam. As I caught my breath, I heard a voice from my boss's office cry out, \"YESSSSSSS!!!!\" I snapped to attention when I realized that Ms. Millport was still around--and that she said she was going to be watching. With a smirk, I managed to gather the strength to stand up and walk over to the wall.\n\nI pushed away the bookshelf and faced Ms. Millport, who had torn open her pantsuit to masturbate to the security footage of me and my clones. As she stared at me with horror in her eyes, I calmly walked over to her desk and sat down in the chair. Ms. Millport gathered herself as much as possible and said, \"Yes, w--well, I think there might be cause to retain your employment.\"\n\nI nodded. \"Good to hear. Oh, and Ms. Millport?\"\n\n\"Y-yes?\"\n\n\"The company has your DNA on file and the clones take about a week and a half to fully mature. Seemed prudent for you to know.\"\n\nMs. Millport blushed. \"...Thank you, Dr. Roquelaure.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A theme park engineer subtly engineers attractions to cause as many "wardrobe malfunctions" as possible...
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"content": "**Tunnel of Love**\r \nThe swan boat slid down the artificial river and into the mouth of the attraction. Hector and Lisa held each other’s hand as darkness enveloped them. The love music and dim lights were doing their job of setting the mood. But the key that sealed their fates was the pheromones in the air.\r \n\r \nDrunk with lust, Hector and Lisa became frisky with each other as they passionately made out. Hector pulled Lisa’s top down, exposing her petite breasts. Unbeknownst to the lovers, cameras were recording them, and a man in a booth was selling pictures of the couple.\r \n\r \n**Kingdom Come**\r \nKingdom Come is the park’s main roller coaster and one of the fastest rides in the state. \r \n\r \nAlex looked to see his friend staring at the large arch. He knew Hannah didn’t like fast rides like this, but the girl needed to loosen up. Kingdom Come was the roller coaster Alex wanted to ride, but he kept missing his chance due to the long lines. Alex heard that they had updated the ride, which made him all the more excited.\r \n\r \nToday, they lucked out by being one the first to ride Kingdom Come. He convinced Hannah she couldn’t let her fear of the ride control her. The ride was safe for everyone else. Why not her? But the $100 bribe did help sweeten the deal, though Alex liked to think it was his words of encouragement that pulled her through.\r \n\r \nAs the park attendants strapped the passengers, Hannah held her stomach. “I have a bad feeling about this.”\r \n\r \n“You’re going to be fine,” Alex said. “After this, we’ll do whatever you want.”\r \n\r \nThe ride began its journey as it climbed into the air. The passengers cheered as more of the park came into view. Hannah was glad she wasn’t at the front of the ride.\r \n\r \nAs the ride reaches the top, it begins its u-turn before descending. Though the drop hadn’t happened yet, Hannah covered her eyes in anticipation of the sudden speed. But before she hid them, she noticed a crowd forming around the love tunnel. She didn’t have enough time to process the scene as the ride plunged and roared into action.\r \n\r \nShe screamed as the ride made twists and turns. With each jolt, a shirt would drop and expose a nipple. Screams turned into shouts as riders tried to cover themselves. After the ride stopped, riders scrambled off, much to the confusion of the upcoming passengers. Hannah lost her shirt and bra to the ride as Alex’s pants now sported an embarrassing hole in his crotch area."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your harem has a simple question for you; “Which one of us is the best kisser?”
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"content": "\"Is there a point to this question?\"\n\nMarigold shrugged. \"Not really. We just wanted your opinion on it.\"\n\nAaron closed his book and got out of Sam's lap as he put his hand on his chin in thought. \"Well, I guess it really depends on what you mean by kissing. If you mean cute little hello-and-goodbye kisses, then I'd say it's a tie between Tara and Nat. If you're talking movie-style, with the full embrace and all that, then the best is Marigold, unquestionably. Now, when it comes to making out, Sam takes home that trophy hands down. But Ashley's good overall, real jack of all trades, you know?\"\n\nIsabel poked her head out of the kitchen with a bowl of cake batter. \"Wait, so I'm not in the running at all?\"\n\n\"No you are not, ya dry lip-having ass.\"\n\n\"Wha--I work outside! Sue me for having dry lips!\"\n\nTara cackled. \"It's like trying to make out with a lizard's heat rock.\"\n\nIsabel pouted, put down the cake batter, and yanked Aaron into a wild kiss. Aaron let himself be leaned backwards as Isabel ran her hand through his hair. When she finally had her fill and let Aaron breathe again, Aaron thought for a few more seconds before saying, \"Yep. Dry as an insult comic's routine.\"\n\nIsabel groaned and replied, \"Oh, fuck you.\"\n\nNat smirked. \"You do. Frequently.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] For people who reply to posts, what do you look for in a prompt to make you want to reply to it?
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"content": "I mainly look for prompts that appeals to my tastes and grabs my attention and won't let go of me. I like prompts that scratch the creative side in my brain as I wonder how *would* that prompt play out. I also space my prompts as I can't be writing everyday, so the prompts *really* have to catch my attention.\n\nI would suggest looking at the prompts available on the subreddit and ask which one would you like to see have a story in the replies."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He had no idea what was going on, but everyday when he woke up the world was bustier then before. All the girls in class, his professor, random women on the street, the cure barista, his own mother?! All with a bit more cleave every morning, and nobody seemed to notice!!
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"content": "\"You're sure nothing looks strange?\"\n\nJacob's friend, Abby, shook her head. He had to look away as she wore a loose shirt that showed her massive cleavage. \"I think I would have noticed if my tits were bigger,\" she said.\n\n\"But they were,\" said Jacob. That's when an idea popped into his head. Jacob pulled out his phone and went to Instagram. It was a good thing that Abby took so many pictures of herself. Abby might have changed, but at least her posts were still the same. Except they weren't. \"No. No way!\"\n\nJacob scrolled through her posts but they all yielded the same results. It was as if she always had massive jugs. Other than having bigger boobs, the photos remained the same.\n\n\"If you're done ogling over my pics,\" Abby said as she pulled her shirt over head. \"Do you want to feel the real thing?\" Jacob's eyes were practically bugging out at the sight before him. Abby wasn't even wearing a bra, which was probably shouldn't have been a surprise since none of bras fit her anymore. Her breasts hung low and moved freely as she walked closer to him. Jacob could feel his breath growing heavier as her tits pressed against his chest. Abby guided his hand to one of her boobs. \"What do you say?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Hyper sensitive breasts/cocks in embarrassing situations
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"content": "[WP] Years ago, she wished on a shooting star for bigger boobs and the sex drive to keep up with her Horndog now ex-boyfriend. She didn't realize that wishes take time to reach stars and magic takes time to return. Now, she's moved on with her life and even become a respected knight! Now, as she's at the Royal gala, she's suddenly getting bustier and bustier, Her body getting ever more sensitive, as her libido ratchets up to wanton harlot levels!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A couple of novice conjurers try to fool around with a "summon girlfriend" spell, not realizing that it isn't even a summoning spell, but a transformation one!
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"content": "Candlelight flickered over the walls of the cellar as Jordan flipped through the pages of the spellbook, the atmosphere heavy with mystery and wonder.\n\n\n...at least, that's how he liked to imagine it. The reality was that the candlelight was from an electric candle, the 'cellar' was his parents' basement, the spellbook was a page he'd printed from the internet, and the atmosphere was far more nerdishly excited than mysterious. Still, a man could dream, couldn't he?\n\n\"You ready?\" Rodrigo grinned at him from across the summoning circle, eyes alight with boyish excitment. \"I'm telling you dude, this'll be the best spell we've ever cast.\"\n\nJordan sighed, shaking his head good naturedly. They'd graduated from highschool more than two years ago, but his parter in crime Rodrigo had never lost his boyish excitement for magic. Dude was just... passionate about the arcane arts. Still, Jordan couldn't quite shake the feeling he was excited for more than just the magic this time. \n\n\"You can't rush art Rodrigo. You gotta really *connect* with the spell.\"\n\n\"Aw dude, I'm connected as all heck. 100%. Fully in on the system here.\"\n\n\"So in other words, you're horny and you really want a girlfriend.\"\n\n\"Hey! I thought we agreed no wisecracking! We're both here doing this, there's no shame at the girlfriend summoning ritual.\"\n\nJordan could only chuckle. He'd been surprised when Rodrigo had suggested doing some 'independent summoning', far less surprised when that independent summoning turned out to be for once specific spell. \"You're such a geek.\"\n\n\"No. Wisecracking. We need to be focused here Jordie! These girls have gotta be perfect.\"\n\n\"Pshh, ok. Sure.\" Jordan shook his head, grinning faintly. \"Let's start.\"\n\nRodrigo nodded enthusiastically, and the two summoners placed their hands on the ritual circle. Both began to whisper, chanting near silently in the ancient language of the arcane arts. First, the spellwords. Allegrium Compartmentia Femenina. Then the binding. Jordan e Rodrigo. Finally, the descriptor. Jordan heard Rodrigo excitedly listing off adjectives: smart, cute, big tits, kind. Jordan could only smile. He described only one thing. 'Whatever makes Rodrigo happiest'. Finally, the seal, the smashing of the palms, and the flowing of the light into the very center of the world.\n\n...\n\n...\n\nSomething was different. Summoning always felt a little weird, most magic did, but this time... something was definitely different. As the light faded and Jordan opened his eyes, he could feel it in the air. In the world. In the widest, happiest grin that Jordan had ever seen laying on Rodrigo's face. \"Holy shit...\"\n\n\"What?\" Jordan swallowed. The sound, words... they sounded weird. \"What is it?\"\n\n\"Holy shit, it worked!\"\n\n\"It- what worked? The hell are you talking about?\"\n\n\"You're here!\"\n\n\"What? Or course I am!\"\n\n\"Where's Jordan?\"\n\n\"Uh, right here? The fuck are you on dude? I'm Jordan!\"\n\n\"...you are?\"\n\n\"Yeah! The fuck's gotten into you?\"\n\nRodrigo just blinked, and pointed right at Jordan's chest. That's when, for the first time, Jordan looked down. \"Oh motherfucker.\"\n\nHuge breasts. Shocking ginger hair. Thighs that could kill a man. Even under her summoner's robes, it took only a moment for Jordan to realize what had happened. \"Oh shit. I'm-\"\n\n\"You're-\"\n\n\"The girlfriend?!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An arrogant prison guard gets taught a lesson they'll never forget
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"content": "\"Hey. Blondie. Lights out.\"\n\nI glanced away from my book and over at the cell door. The new guard, a woman by the name of Nancy, was standing outside my cell impatiently. I returned to my reading with a dismissive, \"So it is.\"\n\nNancy glared at me and reiterated, \"What, you just gonna ignore me, little bitch? Not smart; believe me, I can make your life in this hole a living hell.\"\n\n\"In my experience, the people who make life a living hell have infinitely less power than the ones who can make a living heaven.\"\n\nNancy chuckled. \"What, are you trying to intimidate me here, Master Splinter? You're not even in the superpowered wing and you're trying to make me fear you? Stupid little shit thinkin' she's the next Doc Gryphon when she probably got busted for mail fraud or something. Gimme a fuckin' break.\"\n\nI closed my book with a snap and set it on the bed. I sat up and looked Nancy in the eye as a sort of pressure built up in my temples. \"Radio the security head. Tell him Genevieve wants some company tonight. He'll know what it means.\"\n\nNancy did as she was told, the good girl. As the cell door slid away, Nancy stepped inside and looked down at her hands in confusion. \"W--Why did I just do that?\"\n\nI got off my bed and circled Nancy as I purred, \"Because a good girl knows how to obey her mistress properly. Now, drop your weapons.\"\n\nNancy let go of her nightstick and dropped her Taser on the floor. \"What is this, how are you--\"\n\n\"Ah ah ah, hush time now. Pretty and silent.\" Nancy immediately stopped talking, prompting me to smile and run my fingertips along her collarbone. \"Good girl. Now, let's dispense with the lies, namely the one about me being unpowered. You've probably heard of me after that... incident with the oil tycoon. Does the name Consequence ring a bell for you?\"\n\nNancy went wide eyed at the sound of my alias. I giggled and continued, \"You *have* heard of me. Tell me, what about me scares you more: the way I twist and corrupt the hearts, bodies, and minds of the people I don't like...or what I do with them afterwards?\"\n\nNancy shuddered, having realized the sheer size of the hornet's nest she just kicked. I cupped her face and laced my voice with false sympathy as I remarked, \"Aww, what's wrong, Nancy? Where'd all that bravado go, hmm? You know, you don't have to be an ass to be confident. Confidence comes from many different places--and for my girls, that confidence comes from *this*.\"\n\nI placed my hand on Nancy's breast as a peach-colored light emanated from my hand. Nancy's body began to change--her breasts grew larger and perkier, her waist narrowed as her ass blew up, her hair grew longer and silky soft, and her cherry-red lips plumped up. All throughout her transformation, a smile crept across Nancy's face as her mind was emptied of all that nasty stuff like her inferiority complex, trauma, anxieties, shame, intelligence, and ability to disobey me. Once the transformation was completed, I pulled my hand away to admire the result as Nancy giggled at her new body. \"Oooh, this is *so* much better. Thank you, mistress!\"\n\n\"Oh, it was my absolute pleasure, doll. If only everyone else could see the new you.\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\"\n\nI sighed and sat back on the bed. \"Well, I can't take you to my sanctuary while I'm still locked up, so I had to use my psychic powers to make sure everyone who sees and hears you thinks you're still the same.\"\n\nNancy pouted and whined, \"Noooo, I don't wanna look the same! If I get you outta here, will you show everyone what I really look like? Pleeeeease, mistress?\"\n\nI chuckled and caressed Nancy's cheek. \"Of course, doll. Go find the big guy with the red wings and say the words 'pink elephant' to him. He'll know what to do after that.\"\n\nNancy saluted as the cell door behind her slid open. \"Okie dokie! Big guy with red wings, pink elephant. Big guy with red wings, pink elephant.\"\n\nNancy walked off muttering her orders as I laid back on the bed with a grin. \"Easiest breakout ever.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: On your ravenous search for a goth gf you attract the attention of several witch covens searching for a mate
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"content": "I didn't know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't *this.* I just wanted a big-tittied goth gf like any other red-blooded man. I shot my shot on Tinder, Hinge, and so on, only to come up empty-handed. Well, not empty-handed... I was using my hand for *something.* \n\nAnyways, I'd all but given up hope when I received an email. \"BIG TITTIED WITCHES IN YOUR AREA WANT YOU.\" My best guess was that it was a targeted ad from my, erhm, less-than-wholesome Google searches. Not sure where the \"witches\" portion came from, though. \n\n\"What the hell,\" I thought. I opened the email to hopefully get an eyeful of a very sexy goth girl when I felt the world around me shift and spin. It felt like I had just been shot out of a cannon (not that I particularly knew what that felt like). Then, as quickly as it happened, it'd stopped. \n\nI wasn't in my room anymore. Instead, I was in front of what I can only describe as a haunted mansion. Picture your favorite one and it probably looked like that.as for me, I was in a tuxedo. Next to me stood a well-dressed skeleton who was holding a set of cue cards. \"Welcome!\" He said, turning to me with excitement. \n\nI should have felt scared, but I was just stunned and bewildered. I thought my sleepless nights of goth girl hunting had caught up with me. Still, I'd let this dream ride. \n\n\"Welcome to Bachelor in Salem! I'm your host: Nick LeFlay! On this season of the Bachelor, our lucky man here will be courtesy by representatives from the top covens in the world! Let's meet our sexy single! His tireless searching for a big tittied goth gf led several of our covens to take notice of him! Will he find magic in the air or will his love be cursed?\"\n\n---\n\nDaniella was eager to prove her covens, um, abilities. She'd initially flown in on a rather dazzling broom. She caught my eye from the get-go. This girl was curvy as all hell and I had no choice but to hold onto her as we flew through the air. \n\nWe'd been sent on an initial date, which she flew us to, where we landed by a hut and she pulled me inside where I got a good look at her. She had a perfect hourglass figure, accentuated by her long, curled raven hair. Her make up, as one would expect, involved a myriad of blacks. Her lipstick was almost reflective, like a seductive tar. \n\n\"Hi, I'm—\" I was cut off from the introduction by her lips crashing onto mine. Oh, fuck, that felt good. She was probably using some kind of magic. Was that allowed? I don't know. Nick didn't really explain a lot of the finer points. Besides, the skeleton host wasn't the bone that was currently present at this date. \n\n\"Kleidung entfernen,\" she said, waving her hands up for a moment. Both of our outfits vanished in a second. \"See how handy my coven's magic is? Now why don't I show you how handy *I* can be?\" Daniella pushed me onto a bed and landed on top of me, sandwiching my dick between her pillowy tits. \n\n\"Fuck...\" I moaned as she started to move her tits around my dick, eyeing me seductively and letting her tongue tease the head of my cock. \n\n\"Dieser Schwanz gehört mir,\" she chanted. I wasn't really sure what she'd done, but she smirked as if she had already won. And, hey, with the way her breasts squeezed my cock, she probably did. \n\nShe teased her pink nipples, pulling and twisting them, giving herself pleasure as well. Suffice to say, when I came, I came hard. And then we changed positions. Again. And again. She knew a lot of stamina spells. \n\nAfter we got back to the mansion, we parted ways and I returned to my room. I threw myself into my bed and relaxed for a moment when I felt soft, wet walls grip my cock. I pulled my pants down and saw a magic circle where my cock would have been. It felt like someone was riding my cock, but not actually near me. I wasn't really focusing on the logistics as my dick kidnapper rode me to orgasm after orgasm. \n\nIt didn't take me long to recognize who it was. Daniella seemed insatiable. After cumming inside of her(?), my dick returned to me. \n\nOne girl big tittied goth girl down, twenty-nine more to go."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You wake up injured in your room with no memory of what happened the day before. The first thing to greet you is a werewolf, which claims to be your girlfriend.
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"content": "All I can see when I awake is fur. My morning wood is going strong this day, but I might need to back it down if I don't see a person soon. \n\nA voice greets me. \"So, you're finally awake! Good; I was kinda worried you wouldn't make it!\"\n\nI look up to see the source of the voice. First, I see what looks like furry boobs, but my eyes continue upward and see a face... complete with snout, golden puppy eyes, and a tongue hanging out the side of her mouth. What the heck?\n\nThe dog lady continues talking, panting between sentences. \"So, last night was amazing. Sorry again about wrecking your car; I forgot that it was a full moon, and I haven't yet learned how to maintain control during the transformation. I'll get there someday, but until then, I guess I'll just have to...\"\n\nShe trails off, as her tail brushes against my manhood, making it twitch. She looks down. \"Oh! I guess you're in better shape than I thought! You were quite the mess last night; you were covered in blood, but I guess it wasn't as much as I thought. Anyway, if you're strong enough to have this going on...\" She strokes me gently through my boxers. \"...I guess you have the strength to take me all the way like you promised!\"\n\n*Excuse me, like I **what?** I don't remember anything about this! Still, she is pretty hot. I guess I'll keep my mouth shut for now and see where this goes.*\n\nShe brings her nose down to my boxers and starts sniffing. Her golden eyes turn more lusty, and my manhood quivers from the much needed attention. \n\nShe giggles. \"Ah, it looks like you haven't been used for too long. Mmmmm! Well, I can fix that right now!\"\n\nShe pulls my boxers off and begins caressing my manhood with her long canine tongue. I can already feel a climax rushing towards me, but she stops short, leaving me wanting more. She breathes her hot, steamy breath on it, then slides her body along mine, until her lady part is touching my man part. \n\nShe looks me close in the eyes. \"This is where I need a little help,\" she says. \"I need you to lift it a little...Haaa, there we go!\"\n\nShe slides my lubricated shaft into her wet hole. I'm honestly surprised at how comfortable this is. The warmth of her body is radiating to me, but her fur makes it pleasant. I can't help myself; I reach up and hug her close, as she works her way up and down my shaft. Her furry boobs rest on my chest, and her fluffy tummy slides across my bare stomach as she rides me. Not only is the sex great; I feel like I'm being given a petting session, and I'm loving every second of it!\n\nAfter a few minutes, her pace quickens, and she begins panting heavily as she reaches her own climax. Her eyes lock onto mine, silently commanding me to stay right here in this moment, so she can reach the crest of her hill. \n\nAfter a minute, her panting turns into a long cry, and I feel a certain wetness leaking onto me. Her hungry eyes turn softer, and she leans in for a kiss. \"That was great; you can finish when you're ready.\" \n\nI happily obliged. My hands move from the hug down to her hips, and I start pounding, willing my own hill to peak. She cries out, not having expected this, and her surprise causes a rush of hormones, bringing her shooting up her mountain again as we both crest the hill together. \n\nStill connected, she lies down on my chest, keeping all the juices from dripping out. She smiles, and we fall asleep again for a few more hours, not caring about the world outside."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You become the hero of a tribe deep in the forest. It is a tribe of rabbit people, and they’re very eager to think of a way to thank you.
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"content": "Most everyone knows that rabbits mate all the time. The statistics say that lady bunnies are in heat for 14 out of every 16 days. Not only that, but they enter into their heat cycle at the age of only about 4 **months.**\n\nWell, I was taking a vacation on one of the smaller cruise ships still in service. She was an old tub, but she still had a few trips left in her before she would be scrapped out to build something newer. The crew decided to spice things up with an ambitious journey, stopping at more shores and taking a longer journey. And, there was no upcharge for it, so nobody really protested. \n\nEverything was fine, until a storm blocked us from leaving one of the minor ports. It rocked the old ship so badly that the Captain ordered all guests to offboard to a local hotel. \n\nIt was there that I heard of a genocide currently taking place. Apparently, on this particularly strange island, there existed a tribe of rabbit folk. This tribe literally had furry DNA, making their appearance, behavior, and lifestyle very similar to their animal counterparts. Unfortunately, this had led to a massive population explosion, which the local humans didn't appreciate at all. \n\nAnd, since modern problems require modern solutions, the decision was made to eradicate the bunny folk. \n\nWhen I heard about this, I was shocked and appalled. Surely this wasn't necessary; surely there was a better way!\n\nSo, after making a couple calls to my lawyer back home, I went out into the jungle to find this bunny tribe and see what I could do to help. Under normal circumstances, this would be suicide, but since the tribe was being persecuted, and since the island wasn't all that large, it wasn't long before I found them. \n\nAnd what a tribe I found! All females! Not a single bunny man in their whole tribe! Thankfully, there was no language barrier; the tribe had learned English as a way to attempt peace. It hadn't worked, unfortunately, as all the males had been executed... At least, that's what they thought. \n\nAfter entering the village, I was quickly surrounded. At first, I thought they were going to physically fight me. So, I quickly explained who I was, and why I was there. I thought that I could at least try to empathize with them, even if I couldn't fully understand what they were going through. \n\nThere was a small pause, and then their expressions changed. Rabbits are known for being weak and nearly defenseless. When they first surrounded me they looked unsure of themselves, like they didn't know if they could defeat me. But after I explained that I wanted to help, they immediately relaxed. \n\nThe eldest bunny girl explained that all of the males had been taken away several months ago. Without males, there could be no mating, and obviously, rabbits are not comfortable with that situation. By simply coming here and volunteering to help, they hailed me as a hero. And of course, heroes have mating rights. \n\nI tried to politely decline; I didn't think it was my place to be a daddy to 60+ bunny children...and that's if every bunny girl only has one with me. But, rabbits have their ways, and that night, I found myself in the company of four newly matured rabbit ladies.\n\nI only slept 15 minutes at a time, then the next girl took her turn. By morning, I was exhausted. And that was only the first night!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Topic and content is up to you. Just a free write. Things you don't have another prompt to post to or something you posted a while ago that got drowned out.
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"content": "*Here's a scene I wrote, intending to do a longer tentacle flesh pit/mind control story that I've never gotten around to finishing. In this setting, Eric and Jolyne have already been tied up by the monster in the pit.*\n\nA much larger tentacle emerged from above. As it snaked towards the top of Jolyne’s head, it opened up like a slick flower, dripping with slime.\n\n“No, no no no no!” Jolyne gave one more desperate attempt to twist away as the tentacled mouth closed over her head, muffling her shouts.\n\nWith a slick squelch, the monster released Jolyne’s arms and legs, and she fell to her knees on the fleshy floor. Her hands flew up to the tentacle enveloping her head and she started beating and scratching at it, but it didn’t even react. “*Get this fucking thing off me!*” Her voice was muffled inside the thick tentacle.\n\nEric watched with horror as the tentacle encasing Jolyne’s head began to bulge, as if a mass of tentacles was moving inside it. “Holy fu—mmgnh!” Jolyne’s protest was suddenly cut off.\n\n“Mmnn! Mmm mm mmmghh! MMMMMM!” Eric could hear Jolyne’s muffled screams as she pounded even more frantically against the tentacle that enveloped her head, now trying to dig her fingers between her neck and where the tentacle’s petal gripped her. Eric could see the tentacle’s exterior pulsing and writhing, and could hear something squelching around inside.\n\n“MMM! MM MMMM! MM-*gck”* Eric could hear Jolyne’s muffled screams cut off by a sudden gagging sound. “*gk… gmm… gkk…”* Her hands were moving without strategy now, clawing and scratching wildly at the flesh prison around her head.\n\nHer breasts heaved with effort, and her hands curled into fists as the squelching sound from inside intensified. Muffled choking sounds came from Jolyne’s throat. It sounded like she was furiously struggling to keep something from invading her mouth, wrenching her head around, trying to pull away from the tentacle that enveloped her head. She grunted with exertion as she tried to avoid breathing, to avoid giving the monster an opening. Finally, it seemed like she didn’t have another option – her throat pulsed as she desperately started swallowing. “*gulp… gulp… gulp…”* She fell forward onto all fours, tentacle still trailing from her head up to the ceiling, which Eric now noticed seemed to dance with movement, pumping something in from above. White, sticky-looking fluid began to leak from the seal around her neck, trickling down her body and starting to soak into her leather tunic.\n\n*“gulp… gulp… GUHHH”* Suddenly, Jolyne could breath again, sucking in a desperate gasp of air. “AAHMM-*gk…”* before she could even finish her cry, her voice was cut off by a gagging sound. Eric saw her struggle, still on all fours, bowing her head with what looked like concerted effort. “gk…. gmmmmmMM!” She gave a muffled squeal, followed by a silence where she seemed determined to hold out against the monster. For a while she was silent, shaking with effort, but then he saw her throat start to work again. “*gulp… gulp… gulp…”* \n\nShe seemed almost resigned to the humiliation of swallowing the monster’s cum. The flesh prison around her head pulsed rhythmically as her throat moved up and down, swallowing more and more of whatever the monster was pumping into her. *“gulp… gulp…”*\n\nThe monster gave her another chance to breathe. “GUHH-HUHH-*hng.. gk….”* Eric heard a choked half-gasp, half-sob before Jolyne was gagged again. This time her arms gave out and she fell sprawled on the floor, continuing to pitifully swallow the cum the creature pumped into her trapped mouth. Her fingers dug into the soft fleshy floor beneath her as she continued to swallow as hard as she could, her stomach now bulging slightly with the monster’s juices. Liquid continued to leak from the seal around her neck, her leather tunic now totally soaked and slick with cum.\n\nShe started to twist and writhe on the slippery floor, flopping around pathetically as she was forced to continue swallowing. “*Gulp… mmmf! …gulp.. gulp.. mm! Mm! gulp…”* the swallowing was punctuated by muffled sounds of squealed protest.\n\nEric noticed with horror that it almost seemed like... she was beginning to enjoy it. Her squeals slowly turned into what sounded more like a moan. “*Gulp… mmmm… gulp.. mm! gulp… gulp… gulp…”* her writhing on the slick floor suddenly seemed more sensual, like she wanted to rub herself as much as possible against the slippery surface of the creature.\n\nHis heart dropped as she saw her snake a hand down to rub her crotch through her leggings, tentatively at first, but then with shameless abandon, touching herself through her clothes as she eagerly swallowed more of what the monster gave her. *\"Gulp... gulp... gulp... mmhmmhmmm....\"* he heard her giggle airily through her muffled mouth as she continued to gulp down the monster's cum.\n\nFinally, seemingly satisfied, the tentacle released Jolyne's head. Thick cum spilled out as the petals opened to reveal a writhing mass of small tentacles, completely obscuring Jolyne's face with organic, wriggling movement. They pulled back, dripping cum, to reveal Jolyne's face, near-unrecognizable, caked with slimy, thick, white liquid. A bigger tentacle was still shoved down her throat, and her eyes were closed in bliss, neck visibly bulging with the monster inside her.\n\nSlowly, the larger tentacle also retracted, pulling out what seemed like impossible length from down her throat. Finally, the tip came out of her mouth, still trailing a sticky bridge of spit and semen to her mouth. She breathed heavy, chest heaving, lying on the floor with glazed eyes, hair completely matted with the monster's cum. Slowly, she seemed to get her bearings, flipping over and seeing Eric still bound by the tentacles. A wicked grin spread over her face, and she began to crawl towards Eric, cum dripping off her face. She spoke with a voice that didn't seem entirely her own. *\"I can't wait for you to join us...\"*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: you lived quite a hard life, up until now. But you new role of a Dragon/god's sentient sex toy has made your life vastly better.
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"content": "Everyone knows that dragons prefer virgins — I had just always assumed that meant *female* virgins. Evidently not, though, or not always. When Saerisa the Mighty Green Dragon landed in front of me in the middle of finishing my plowing of the field, I thought she meant to eat me.\n\nShe did, eventually, just not in the way I had expected.\n\n“I suppose that you’ll do, human,” she rumbled, peering at me with enormous green eyes, while sniffing the air around me, “I can smell it on you.” She must have been twice as tall as me, and three times as long, with scales like deep glittering emeralds.\n\nSmell it? Smell what? Mildly offended, I raised a hand to my chest, forgetting the fear that had filled me upon her unexpected arrival. “I bathed last week,” I objected, while simultaneously understanding that arguing with a dragon about my hygiene was a little strange. “And you don’t smell so wonderful yourself.” She smelled a bit of carrion and sulfur — not a pleasant mixture, in my opinion, but *I* hadn’t planned on starting out with that fact. She did have lovely eyes, though. Faceted, like a gemstone.\n\nThe great green drake rattled her scales, a strange clattering of metallics that made the hair on my neck and arms raise up. She glared at me, and I wondered if she might just eat me yet. I hadn’t been the one who had started off so rudely, but she *was* a dragon.\n\n“You reek of *purity*,” she said, finally, her lip curling slightly at the obviously offensive word. She had *very* large teeth.\n\nPurity? Well, I attended weekly mass and worked from dusk ‘til dawn which left me little time for drinking or womanizing, but I didn’t know about being *pure*. Tired, mostly. A little burnt out. I had my share of intrusive *thoughts* that would dissuade me from giving *myself* a purity label, anyways. Just because I hadn’t acted on those thoughts *yet* …\n\n“Look, lady, I don’t know what you’re —”\n\nA great green tail wrapped around my midsection, lifting me into the air and cutting me off. I let out an unmanly yelp as the dragon hoisted herself into the air with a spray of dust and a roar of buffeting wind. She only carried me for a few minutes, the earth falling away dizzingly fast below us. She lifted me up through the clouds, into the mountains that surrounded the village I’d lived in my whole life — I could even see my house. From the sky, it looked so small. My acreage of land that kept me busy, my cattle and sheep that made me come home smelling of sweat: gone.\n\nOr, I was the one who was gone, really.\n\nI didn’t try to talk to her as she flew — thus far, she didn’t seem very keen on conversation, and I was at least somewhat relieved she hadn’t just devoured me whole. The more I talked, though, the more likely she probably was to just eat me.\n\nWhen we finally arrived at her lair, she sat me down in a huff, then turned and looked at me with those big, faceted eyes.\n\n“From now on, you’re mine,” she said, “and you’ll do anything I want you to do, or I’ll eat you.”\n\nWell that sounded very straight forward and, seeing no way to escape the mountainside cave she called home, I nodded. “Okay.”\n\nThe dragon made a sound that was similar to rocks grinding together, or maybe a very husky purr, and I wondered if that pleased her. She liked being listened to, then. Well, what woman didn’t?\n\nI looked around the lair. I had expected it to be rather dingy and dirty, but really, the cave was kept very tidy. The piles of gold and goods had been heaped together in clear organization, and there were torches planted along the outskirts of the cavern that gave it a warm, homey feel. How did she light those? It was even warm, as if there was a fire flickering somewhere in the distance. Dragons probably didn’t enjoy living in squalor, either.\n\n“Well, if you need me to organize, then I suppose I can do that for you.” I always enjoyed keeping my hands occupied, and at least I wasn’t on the dinner menu just yet. It looked as if she already had someone helping with that, though.\n\nSniffing again, the dragoness looked at me like I was an idiot. “I don’t need you to clean,” she said, shaking her head with a snort, “I have slaves for that.” Ah. That explained a lot.\n\nBut, then, if she had slaves to clean and didn’t need me for that, what *did* she need me for? She was larger than me by a fair bit, her head as large as my torso, and she stood suddenly, dwarfing me. “First,” she said, her voice dropping to sound almost like a purr, “we need to get rid of that *stench* you carry.”\n\nI tried not to be offended again. Really, it seemed like a species disagreement thing, rather than an insult. “Do you have a bath? I’ll take one, I suppose, if it’ll make you happy.” Did dragons bathe?\n\nThe dragon hadn’t moved, though, and her green eyes made me feel as if I couldn’t move. Frozen in place, even. I tried to step back, discomforted by the feeling of stuckness, but my legs seemed to disobey me. I looked up, our eyes meeting —\n\n“That’s not what I meant,” she said, that was definitely a purr, and I felt a strange warmth growing in my chest as her eyes held me immobile. “The stench you carry can only be removed in *one* way.” A long, serpentine tongue slipped from her maw, glancing over her reptilian lips, and she eyed him with a hunger that made my stomach flip over with renewed anxiety. She crouched, looking like a mountain cat hunting its prey. It was fairly easy to discern that I was the prey being stalked, and I didn’t like that one bit.\n\nWas she actually going to eat me?\n\nI couldn’t bring myself to move as she crept forward, her hypnotic eyes pinning me in place, even as she came close enough to touch.\n\n“W-wai—“\n\nShe pushed me over with ease, her head bumping my chest and bowling me backward to land in an ungainly pile at her feet, my panicked exclamation flaring out with a pained huff. I went to push myself back up, but massive talons pinned me to the earth, keeping me still. Her mouth opened, revealing those fangs I’d seen earlier —\n\nShe bit at my clothes, tearing the simple fabric with terrifying ease, the serrated teeth ripping through the material in only an instant. The dragoness tugged at the shredded attire, tossing it to the side as soon as she had torn it free from my pinned body. It would’ve been entirely too easy for her to rip into my flesh, too, but there was a distinct care on her end to avoid even scraping me.\n\nAt worst, I found myself a little perturbed at how easily she was able to hold me down.\n\nI found myself naked, lying beneath the massive form of a giant green dragoness. Her eyes peered down at me, glinting and sparkling with an internal light, a thousand shades of green staring straight through me. “If you do not fight, you will enjoy it more,” she rumbled, the sound vibrating through her body and rippling over mine, too. “I will enjoy it regardless.”\n\nEnjoy what?\n\nBefore I could begin to wonder what a dragoness meant to do with a naked man, she showed me. Her head lowered, breaths hot against my skin, almost scalding. I sucked in a sharp breath, wondering if she preferred her meat lightly roasted rather than raw, then shuddered as I felt something hot trace over my skin.\n\nIt took me a moment to realize she was using her tongue.\n\n​\n\n\\-continues."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your idiot friends locked you in a cabin with your femboy bestie and no way to 'vent'. With the largest shit-eating grin, he patiently listens while your try poorly to explain how he can help with 'something'
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"content": "He looked at me while I kept ranting.\n\n\"It's-its like she doesn't get it and-and, no matter how many times I try to explain it. She just doesn't understand.\" I ranted nearly incoherently as he sat by me.\n\n\"Those idiots outside seem to think you can help me with-with something.\" My hands were shaking. \"I-I just don't get her. We've been together summer you know and she wanted to have a summer fling but I ju-I just don't know.\"\n\nHis grin just remained on his face as I threw my face into my hands. I could feel him position himself behind and start rubbing my shoulders.\n\n\"Shoulds like she's not meeting your needs?\" He said tenderly. His hands felt really good in my shoulders.\n\n\"I guess, I can't force her to do anything though.\"\n\n\"That's very noble of you.\"\n\n\"I guess. I don't want to keep pestering to her.\" My body was reacting to his hands. My shoulders were loosening up after tensing from my ranting and I could feel myself calm down.\n\n\"I think I know what our friends wanted me to help you with.\" He whispered with his grin still fixed to his face.\n\n\"You know, you're a good listener.\" I said as I raised my head.\n\n\"Oh, I more than that.\" I could his hands more from my shoulders to my arms. \"I know how to help you...if you'll let me?\"\n\n\"Umm sure, you give a really good shoulder rubs.\" I responded.\n\n\"Here, lay back and let me take care of you.\" He whispered as he laid me back.\n\nWhile he helped me calm down, I was still very stressed and pent up. So my panic was strong when I felt him undo my zipper.\n\n\"Um WHAT THE-??\" I blurted out my body shot up.\n\n\"Shhhhhhhhhh\" he said as he raises His finger to my mouth to calm me down. His voice had a calming presence to it. I lowered my body as I let him act out his intentions.\n\nHe pulled out my flaccid dick.\n\n\"So this is your poor neglected little camper?\" His voice had a hint of a condescending tone. \"Well, she doesn't know what she's missing.\"\n\nHe started by giving me the biggest lick from by balls, up the underside of my shaft, all the way to the tip. He started to kiss the sides of it and kiss all around the tip. His trasing was good, we've chatted about his life and preferences and he just oozed Sexuality. He enjoyed men and women but most of all, he enjoyed pleasuring other Femboys. \n\n\"Holy fuck.......ahhhmmm.\" I moan as he starts to switch from kisses to sucking. He knew how to work a cock. his hand jerking me off as he kept sucking. He was slow and methodical about this, I don't jerk off like this but his technique was immaculate. Using his tongue to trace shapes in my dick got my heart racing.\n\n\"Forget about her\" he said as he took a small pause to divert attention to my balls.\n\n\"I-I mmm yeah...I\" I stuttered out, I couldn't think straight or even form coherent thoughts. This Femboy was giving me the best head I ever received.\n\nHe returned to my dick as she statted giving my tip small licks.\n\n\"Oh looks like someone's leaking.\" He teased as he licked my pre-cum off. \n\n\"Oh so-sorry.\" I managed to say.\n\n\"Never apologize while I'm sucking your dick.\" He said as he gave me a deep and tight suck. His lips popping as he oulled his head back. \"It means I'm doing my job.\"\n\nI couldn't utter a coherent thought, just grunt and moan from his actions. He loved it. Every little grunt and noise I made just boosted his already high confidence.\n\n\"U-u, I'm-I'm..I'm gonna....gonna....cum!\" I moaned as I shot a huge load into his mouth. My toe knuckles cracked from me curling them so hard.\n\nThis intensity of this orgasm made me exhausted.\n\n\"Hey, look.\" He said quietly as I mustered any strength to sit up.\n\nHe was still kneeling at the base of the bed, now sticking his tongue out and had my load sitting on it. He made direct eye contact with me before swallowing it all. I was still speechless as he tucked my dick back into my boxers and zipped my pants back up.\n\n\"Let me know if you need anymore \"venting\", okay?\" He teased as he got up and left the cabin.\n\n\"Ummm......what?\" I ask outloud to an empty room still processing what just happened.\n\nHe knocked on the window. I turned to look as he shot me a wink before walking into the night."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Okay, Ladies! Our restaurant was just bought out by a chain, which means you're all getting new uniforms! Everyone pick a pair of panties from this box, and a set of bunny ears from that one!"
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: \"Okay, Ladies! Our restaurant was just bought out by a chain, which means you're all getting new uniforms! Everyone pick a pair of panties from this box, and a set of bunny ears from that one!\""
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"content": "The manager was excited she announced the new changes.\n\nOur small women owned shop was just bought out, of course the manager was happy, she got a fat payday and as usual, the working staff get fucked over.\n\nWhispers and murmurs came from the group of the all girl wait staff. It was the day our shop was closed so then calling in a meeting on our off day was cause for alarm as this has only happened a few times in the past.\n\nJennie, Kate, and Hazel walked forward and grabbed a skimpy pair of panties from the box and a corresponding set of ears. Hazel has a look of confusion.\n\n\"So where are the tops?\" She asked.\n\n\"Oh funny thing, umm you don't get any.\" The manager replied.\n\n\"You mean line we have to provide our own?\" Hazel asked but we all knew what the response was going to be.\"\n\n\"Oh you misunderstood, you don't get to wear a top.\" The manager started. \"We were bought out by the Booba Boba company so this is becoming a Bunny Booba Boba Bar.\" \n\nThe whispering had resumed through the waitstaff. We've heard rumors of those places, subpar boba tea with \"private requests\" for the servers. Money could be good....but there's not guarantee as like all restaurants, we relied on tips to fill out pay.\n\nI heard some of the girls contemplate leaving but in this current economy, a job is a job.\n\nOne by one, the girls slowly grabbed their uniforms. As they inspected their uniforms, I could hear some of them whisper that it looked cuter now that they got a hold of the panties. Some tried to comfort the other girls saying that Boba Bunny girls make really good money.\n\nI was having my own internal struggle. No one, absolutely no one, knew I was a Femboy. And there was no way these panties were going to allow me to keep my secret."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Help! The princess is corrupting those poor goblins. We have to save them. How the hell did we ever get to this point?
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"content": "\"I'm sorry, how exactly is the princess corrupting the goblins?\"\n\nChief Toko snarled as he banged his fist on the table and replied, \"Ever since that royal bitch crashed our harvest festival, every goblin woman's been running around with hands or heads between the thighs of the nearest available woman! How are we supposed to procreate if our women are too busy being some princess's harem of sex slaves?!\"\n\nCaptain Heinrich stopped taking notes and put his fountain pen back into the inkwell as he dryly remarked, \"So, to recap: Princess Loretta introduces goblin women to the concept of lesbian sex.\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Which your species, for some reason, never thought to try or experiment with despite you predating humans by at least two hundred years.\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"And the goblin women liked it so much, that they're no longer interested in making more goblins.\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"And this upsets you because goblins have a reputation for breeding like crazy that you feel the need to maintain.\"\n\n\"Yes!\"\n\n\"Despite the fact that your explosive birth rates are the reason you've had to resort to stealing just about everything.\"\n\n\"Ye--uh, wait a minute.\"\n\n\"And letting your birth rates drop might solve a great deal of logistical problems for your people.\"\n\nToko blinked a few times before saying, \"Maybe this isn't as much of a problem as I thought.\"\n\nSuddenly, the door to the adventurer's guild was thrown open as Princess Loretta strolled in with a pair of goblin women hoisted over her shoulders. Loretta beamed at Heinrich and said, \"Hey captain! Any word from my mom yet?\"\n\n\"She's on her way back from the elf kingdom and will arrive by tomorrow afternoon. I take it you want the private room for your own use?\"\n\n\"If it's not too much trouble!\"\n\nHeinrich motioned for Loretta to head upstairs. Loretta nodded and replied, \"Thanks Heinrich,\" as she marched upstairs. Suddenly, Toko went wide eyed when he got a good look at the goblins Loretta was carrying, and realized they were two of his daughters, Maka and Nuku. The girls waved at their father and said, \"Hi daddy!\"\n\nOnce the door to the private room was shut and Maka and Nuku cried out in delirious joy, Toko sighed deeply. \"I'm reserving the right to be upset about that though.\"\n\nHeinrich shrugged. \"I don't blame you.\" A stream of goblin women entered the guild hall and up the stairs as Toko left with a groan. Once he was gone, Heinrich looked underneath the table at the goblin girl sucking him off. Heinrich smirked and held out his hand as he remarked, \"Made it the full two hours without making it clear I was getting head. Pay up.\"\n\nThe goblin girl handed Heinrich a sack of gold coins as she kept up the good work."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was just a joke. You complained to your sister, a nurse in training, that you’re suffering from blue balls. Of course, as soon as you mentioned it, she dropped to her knees and started pulling at your pants.
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"content": "\"Whaa- What are you doing?!\" I sputtered as she got my pants below my knees and reached for my briefs.\n\n\"I took an oath to reduce suffering where I can.\" she said, taking down my briefs and revealing a 6-inch semi. \"Besides, you and I both need this.\" She smiled as she pushed me back onto the couch, throwing off her scrubs as fast as possible and revealing the curvy, muscular form beneath.\n\n\"But, sis, --\"\n\n\"STEP-sister! Now shut up and enjoy!\"\n\nShe fell forward, grabbed my now-stiff member, and guided it between her soft, luscious mounds. As she pressed her boobs together, my eyes almost crossed at the pleasure. It had been so long, and now I was getting the tit-job of my life on my own couch!\n\n\"OH, yeah! You like that, you filthy fuck? Shoving your big, long cock up in between my fat titties? I bet next you expect me to drool all over you, don't you?\"\n\nShe had seen my search history growing up, there was no point in denying what I liked. I just leaned back, enjoying these incredible sensations.\n\nShe did indeed start spitting and drooling all over both my cock and her own boobs, getting them glistening in no time at all. And as soon as they were wet enough, she started using those core muscles and bounced her whole torso up and down, essentially wanking me with those heavenly globes. And the whole time, she kept up the dirty talk.\n\n\"You animal! You dirty, dirty animal! Look at you, getting my spit on you! And then, you beast, you rub it all over these big, juicy boobs and expect me to just bounce, bounce bounce my titties up and down this amazing, long cock! I bet you love it so much, you just might - \"\n\nShe was interrupted by her prediction coming true, as I came hard, splattering weeks worth of built-up spooge all over her face and boobs. \n\n\"oh, yeah...\" she moaned, as she gazed at me through goo-covered eyelids, smiling. She started rubbing my jizz into her skin, slowly, holding my gaze as she leaned further forward.\n\n\"And that was just round 1 \" she said softly, as she crawled up my body and positioned her hips. \n\n\"Are you ready?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The dress was enchanted to made her irresistible to all who saw her. She probably should've considered that before checking her appearance in the mirror.
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"content": "The dress was a work of art, its lacy fabric draping over her curves like a lover's touch. As she slipped it on, she couldn't help but admire herself in the mirror. Little did she know, the dress was enchanted to make her irresistible to all who laid eyes on her, including herself.\n\nShe twirled around, watching the dress flow around her in a seductive dance. Her eyes trailed down to her chest, where the neckline plunged low, revealing just the right amount of cleavage. She couldn't resist the urge to touch herself, to feel the soft fabric against her skin.\n\nHer fingers traced over the lace, sending shivers down her spine. She didn't know what had come over her, but she couldn't stop herself. She needed to feel more. \n\nWithout a second thought, the woman moved closer to the mirror, her hand trailing down her own body. She couldn't resist the urge to touch herself, and soon she was running her hands over her breasts, down her stomach, and between her thighs. Her reflection was doing the same, mirroring her every move.\n\nShe sat down on her bed and crossed her legs, the skirt of the dress riding up her thighs. She ran her hands over her legs, feeling the silky smoothness of her skin. The sensation was almost too much to bear.\n\nWith each touch, she grew more aroused. Her fingers trailed higher and higher, until they reached the edge of her panties. Her fingers danced over her panties, sending waves of pleasure through her body. The lace of the dress tickled her thighs as she spread her legs wider, giving her fingers more access to her most sensitive areas.\n\nHer breaths came in short gasps as she applied more pressure to her clit, the sensation building inside her like wildfire. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing, her body responding to her touch in ways she had never experienced before.\n\nShe didn't know how long she lay there, lost in her own world of pleasure. All she knew was that she didn't want it to end.\n\nHer fingers slipped inside her panties, finding the slick warmth that awaited her. She let out a loud moan as she began to move her fingers in and out, her hips bucking in time with the rhythm she had created.\n\nThe dress was almost like a second skin, moulding to her body with each movement. It was as if it was amplifying the sensations, making everything feel even more intense.\n\nShe arched her back as she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Her fingers moved faster and faster, the tension inside her building until she couldn't take it anymore.\n\nAnd then it happened. Her body convulsed with pleasure, waves of ecstasy washing over her in a powerful climax that left her panting and gasping for breath. As she lay there, tired but satisfied, she realized that the dress had been more than just an enchanted garment. It had been a gateway to a new level of pleasure, a new understanding of her own desires.\n\nAnd she knew that she would never be the same again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Scenarios a pretty girl would run into during the post-apocalypse
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"content": "A seemingly normal heavily populated village named Breedwell that's prospering, with a few men, run by women, with every woman massively pregnant. \n\nWait ..... Turns out the entire village is devoted to a breeding sex cult, with all the water and spices in the food enhanced with scientifically designed chemicals that perfect human breeding (replaces periods with heats, massively ramps up fertility, cuts down gestation time to three months, bumps up minimum litter size to four with most litters usually being much more, being pregnant is super pleasurable & orgasmic and gives every woman a MILF style porn star worthy figure). \n\nIt doesn't take long before she's happily indoctrinated into the cult, and eventually becoming their most devoted member, eagerly taking far more enhancements than most, with results to match."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: May 2023 Contest: I Did NOT Mean To Do That... (and April winner!)
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"content": "# Summoning Gone Wrong\n\n​\n\n\"Oh fuck...\" I whimper slightly, stepping back away from the summoning circle as the room around me begins to shake.\n\nThe complex design, drawn in blue chalk, seems to *fuzz* slightly. The white candles that are placed around it, wax dripping onto surrounding floor, all snuff themselves out in a clock-wise fashion. Each one's flame disappearing with a *whoomph*. Soon after, the slight tremors begin to fade - leaving me in the sparsely decorated enchantress' room, lit only by the faint blue glow of the now activated chalk lines.\n\nI attempt collect myself from the original shock, my thoughts now racing as I hastily brush the chalk dust off my robes.\n\n\"This feels very *very* wrong.\" My voice shaking as I step towards the grimoire, its ancient pages splayed open on the lectern. The words are hardly visible in the dim, blue glow that is now *pulsing* slowly. Despite this, my eyes quickly scan the ritualistic text before my eyes land on the mistake.\n\n\"It's *Jyult'kya* not *Jyolt'kya*! Shit!\" There is no hiding the panic in my voice as the realization that I've misspoken in the most important part of the summoning hits me - the protective seal offered by the circle now broken.\n\n*All because that damn book is millennia old, that \"o\" had faded to look like a \"u\"!*\n\nThat's the only thought I have time to form before the scaly hand, as large as my head, reaches up *through* the floor as if it was made of water and not the solid stone bricks that are there. Its long, black claws visible as the tendons in the hand *tense* and the beginnings of an arm start to appear as the creature begins to pull itself up and out of the void.\n\nIts arm is extremely well-muscled, covered in black scales to match the attached hand - the other of which has reached through the floor and begun to help in dragging the rest of the attached body up.\n\nI stand frozen in fear, watching as the horned head appears from below - the daemon's red eyes and cat-like pupils lock onto my own.\n\n\"**Human...**\" Its voice rumbles as it makes a show of sniffing the air. \"**...Female.**\" It grins wide, revealing too many rows of sharp, pointed teeth before all of the daemon's muscles tense at once and it *launches* out of the circle, landing directly in front of me.\n\nIt - no, it's not wearing any clothes - *He's* massive! Easily 9-feet tall! Even though I'm considered tall for a woman, standing at nearly 6-feet, he towers over me. Regaining my senses, I take another step back towards the exit.\n\n\"**Kneel.\"** He says flatly. My legs buckle beneath me and I find myself kneeling before him, my head being forced to look up at his colossal frame. My eyes can't help but look at his equally colossal...member.\n\n*This definitely isn't right...Djinn don't have reproductive organs! This...this is an inc-!*\n\n\"-**Incubus. Correct, enchantress Sylvia.\"**\n\nMy eyes widen in surprise. *He just read my mind! That's far too powerful for what should have been summoned!*\n\nThe incubus places a clawed finger under my chin, the point of which stopping just short of drawing blood. He beings to chuckle, \"**Jyult'kya! You are not the first to mistaken me for that weak fool. Nay, I am the Incubus Lord,** ***Jyolt'kya***\\*\\*!\"\\*\\* His voice rumbles throughout the comparatively small room as he forces my eyes to meet his once again.\n\n\"F...Fuck.\" I barely manage to eek out the curse. Whatever spell he has me under has nearly taken me over completely, its only thanks to my training that I'm able to even move my mouth.\n\n**\"Worry not, human, I will not kill you. However, I will teach you a lesson as to not be so careless when playing with things that were not meant for mere mortals - just as I did to your teacher.\"**\n\n*My teacher? But that means that-*\n\nMy thought it cutoff as my mouth seems to slowly open by itself. My tongue lolls out soon after, saliva dripping from the end and down onto the floor.\n\n*What?! He's controlling me without even having to speak!*\n\nThe incubus grasps his massive cock in one hand. \"**Hrm...this will not do.\"** He grunts, and his erection shrinks to a more normal size...barely.\n\nI feel my neck craning towards him until the tip of his cock is resting on my tongue. I'm drooling despite myself, the spit now leaking past my lips as they form around him, taking the incubus into my mouth.\n\nMy head moves forward on its own, taking more of the daemon into me until he reaches the back of my throat. I gag, unable to breath.\n\nI make muffled sounds of resistance, but its useless. The Incubus Lord grunts and the remaining length of his cock is *forced* down my throat and I gag harder.\n\nHe growls in what I assume to be pleasure before making me repeat the motion several times - only stopping briefly to let me choke down a quick breath before resuming - using my mouth as if I was nothing but a toy to him.\n\nFinally, he stops. The massive member sliding out of my throat and *flopping* out of my mouth. I heave for air, but his breathing hasn't even quickened. The front of my robes are drenched in my own saliva, but I have no time to reflect on that.\n\n**\"Good, but at this pace I will be here all day.\"** Says Jyolt'kya, stroking his cock.\n\nOne massive hand comes down and *lifts* me up without even a hint of effort. I now face away from him, but I can feel his attention on my lower half as his other hand lifts up my robes to reveal my nudity beneath.\n\n*Why am I so wet?*\n\nI think to myself, but again, the Incubus Lord is not here on my time and so does not wait to push his lengthy, thick cock into me.\n\nI scream in part pain, but mostly in pleasure, I think - Its already becoming too hard to think as he slides me up and down his shaft with his own strength.\n\nI think I've already orgasmed twice - no - four times, but I have no idea how long he has been using me like this.\n\nSuddenly, I feel his pace quicken as he uses me even more ferociously. I hear his grunt and he pushes in. *DEEP.* One, final time before I feel the waves of semen being *pumped* into me. The daemon's seed is so hot, its feels as if it could burn my insides - yet it does not.\n\nOnce his lengthy orgasm is finished, he sets me back upon the cold stone floor - almost delicately.\n\n\"**Hah! That should teach you not to toy with the Void!\"** He says mockingly, breathing heavily.\n\nI don't have the strength to look back at him, but I feel his presence simply...disappear. He left?\n\nI pant on the ground, the soreness starting to fill my abdomen as I feel his semen leak out of my used pussy.\n\n...*Why...Why didn't my teacher warn me?...*\n\nMy consciousness fades to black."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Sitting on the other person's lap
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"content": "Spring break to the beach was always a big deal in your friend group, and as the years went on, it seemed like more and more people joined in on the annual event. This year proved to be the biggest gathering yet and the week was looking great. \n\nUnfortunately, that also meant transportation was the worst it'd ever been. Your car pool was maxed out. No one wanted to be the one who had to double-up on a seat. No one except you, that was. See, you had a plan. Your crush was in the same car, so that morning you put on your best imitation of being irritated at the ordeal, dressed up in a short skirt and positioned yourself right on his lap for a long, and certainly bumpy, ride. Double entendre intended."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The summoning ritual was mostly a success. But instead of the horny succubus you wanted, you've summoned an angel.
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"content": "The circle was ready. The diagrams all in proper alignment. The offerings in place. The words to activate the glyphs spilled from my mouth as I recited them, a vile taste on my tongue. But the glyphs began to glow, and the lines within the circle followed suit closely. The center-most circle began to visibly distort, lights flickering above it like infernal blood-red match strikes.\n\nThen. A flash.\n\nI cradled my aching head. Pain surges through my nerves. A consistent pounding in my brain and a loud ring in my ears. My vision was clouded by straining eyelids and smoke.\n\nThe ritual was a failure.\n\nWincing at the pain, and spouting obscenities, I attempted to climb back up to my feet. But the explosion was too much of a shock. My one and only inclination was to lay there, writhing as my body desperately attempted to get its bearings. I was breathing heavy, panting like a dog after I caught my breath. The blast completely knocked the wind out of me.\n\nI finally mustered the strength to hold my self up with one arm, now on my knees. My other arm cradled my battered chest. Looking down, expecting burns or even shrapnel of some sort, I was relived to see nothing of the sort. No singes, no burns... what a relief...\n\n\"Wayward child.\"\n\nI sat dead in my tracks, aborting the attempt to stand up. A feminine voice, that reverberated as if it were from the stage of a theater, echoed through the dark basement. I looked around, searching for the source of this unfamiliar voice.\n\n\"What the... who's there?\" I stuttered and stumbled backwards onto my behind.\n\n\"I am your adjudicator.\"\n\nA loud, thunderous rush of air banished the smoke that polluted the room. I covered my eyes, protecting them from both the gust of smoke and any sort of debris. I heard the the then commanding flap of what sounded like... wings?\n\nThrough a swath of gently falling feathers, I met the owner of that voice.\n\nGlowing turquoise eyes, with bright white pupils that nearly blinded me. A cute, effeminate countenance. Long, majestic, flowing golden hair that shimmered as if it truly were that precious aureate metal. A lithe, curving body. Wide hips, pale skin... elegant if rather revealing... robes of snow white and sky blue coloration. A cross cut out upon the chest, showing the being's fit pectorals.\n\n\"Wayward child, you have dared to tred upon the ground of Hell and council with enemies of God.\"\n\nI couldn't look away. My eyes were transfixed. Even through the intense luminosity of this creature, I couldn't bare to set my sight on anything else. Was it due to the sheer absurdity of the situation? The unmitigated splendor of the figure ahead of him?\n\n\"This action will not be tolerated. Your judgement is at hand.\"\n\nThe being's hand rest upon my forehead. I was frozen in fear. Nothing could escape my lips as I peered on helplessly before divine punishment.\n\n\"Pffft... Hahaha!\" The creature suddenly burst out laughing. \"The look on your face! Priceless! The \"adjudicator\" bit never gets old!\"\n\nI likely gave off the impression of being mute, as no words nor sounds had escaped me for some time. Just one strange, unfathomable event after another. I suppose I was relieved the being walked away, too preoccupied with amusement to... do whatever it was going to do.\n\n\"I... uh... am I...?\" I tremble, attempting to rise to my feet.\n\n\"Haaa.... hmm... no, you're definitely going to hell for trying to hook up with a demon, kid. It just wont be today.\" It scoffed... patting me on the head and pacing around the room. I only now noticed that the overbearing and constant excess of light had toned down considerably. \"Of course, if you repent, tell God you're sorry, pledge your fealty to him, yada yada yada... you might be able to juuuuust make it into purgatory.\"\n\n\"Really...?\" I picked up my glasses from the floor, luckily unbroken. But in desperate need of some cleaning.\n\n\"Really.\" It nodded.\n\n\"Alright... uhm... if thats the case then...\"\n\n\"I just came here for some fun.\" The being rested a hand on its hip.\n\n\"Pardon?\" I kept my distance from the being as it stared me down with a nefarious smile.\n\n\"Just letting off some steam, ya' know? Work's been hectic and I finally get a day off in... what five hundred years? You were doing something naughty so I decided to crash your little ritual.\"\n\n\"So it would have worked if you-\"\n\n\"Hey, kid, I just saved you an entirely different sentence of actually consorting with a demon, so... I think you owe me one.\" The being was suddenly right up in my face. I didn't even see him move towards me...\n\nFear permeated through my body. Swallowing spit, I inquired. \"A-alright... uhm... thank you...\"\n\n\"Good boy.\" It smirked. \"Name's Sariel, by the way. Angel of God, and all that. Now... time for something else I wanted to try while I was here...\"\n\nSariel, this 'angel', walked away and disappeared as I blinked. Worried, I scanned the basement, searching for the being. But as my eyelids closed again I suddenly felt my body impact against a soft fabric... it was my bed?\n\nSariel lay next to me, smiling as its sudden presence startled me. The being was close. Very close. So close, I could see the night-time constellations in the bright sky-blue hue of its eyes.\n\nThen, gentle fingers caressing my erection... it was only now a I realized I was nude. And Sariel was nearly bare as well... Only the top with the cross cut-out, detached sleeves and pale white thigh-highs cradling those long, shining legs. I noticed an erection between its legs... or his legs, then.\n\nHe licked his lips as his hands meticulously massaged my shaft. It was mere moments before I was completely at attention. Seeing me at full mast, Sariel softly chuckled before crawling towards the foot of the bed. His ass up and in the air, swaying softly. A tight, puckering hole above his taint and dangling ball-sack. Cock beneath it all, already leaking with moisture.\n\n\"Since your eager to make deals, kid, I'll make one with you. And I'm an angel, so I wont go back on my word.\" He cooed, head nestled in his own arms. \"I'll wipe your slate clean. Any sin before right now? Gone.\"\n\nI sat up, cock in my hand and approaching him slowly. I left a gentle pat on his perfect round ass as I lined up the head of my meat against his hole. \"Alright. What's the catch?\"\n\n\"Defile me.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young adventurer helped an old witch by doing some tediouse fetch quests for her. Turns out that he has been collecting ingredients for a rejuvenation potion. Infront of his eyes the Hag turns back into a young, voluptouse sorceress. And as his reward she decides to become his personal slut.
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"content": "As tempted as he was, he couldn't bring himself to accept her offer. The voluptuous woman in front of him blinked seductively, as if that would make matters more appealing. He slowly shook his head. \"There's no need for that, Madame,\" he said quietly. \n\nConfused, she stared at him, her expression slowly changed to reveal the growing anger at his refusal. Averting his eyes from her intense stare, he quickly added: \"It's not for lack of attraction, but I am not worthy of the attention from a woman of your... stature.\" \n\nHe was unable to hide his fear, and now as he looked at the dirty rags hiding the new gorgeous form of Madame Melisande, he shuddered. Merely moments ago, the old woman underneath these rags were as undesirable as any woman could ever be. If only she'd hidden her transformation and changed her clothes into something more suitable before revealing her new form, he might have felt less revolted and accepted her offer.\n\n\"That's not for you to decide,\" she muttered, before following his gaze and realized it must be the clothes that put him off. Instead of bothering to undress, she cast a simple spell and the clothes fell down to her feet. \"Look at me. Don't you find me desirable? Irresistible?\" She stepped out of her clothes and turned around for him.\n\nShe was, there was no question about that. With her new soft, womanly curves, wide hips, narrow waist and large but firm breasts and buttocks, hardly any man - or woman for that matter - would disagree. He'd seen what she really looked like, though, and that image was burned into his mind, tainting his impression of the perfect woman in front of him. In fear of insulting the powerful witch, he didn't want to say that to her face. Naturally, he was also aware that refusing her wish, her *desire*, to be his personal slut, was also an insult. Still, he simply could not accept her offer. He wasn't even sure he could get hard with the memory of how she used to look burned into his mind.\n\n\"You truly are,\" he said, \"but I still have to politely decline.\"\n\n\"It's not a damned request, offer, or question of worthiness,\" she sneered. \"I've decided. From now on, until the day you die, I'm your personal slut.\" She cast another spell, and he found himself locked in place, unable to move. It was the weirdest feeling. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't move a muscle, but he was still able to breathe and his heart kept beating. When she started walking around the room, gathering ingredients for a new potion, he found he could move his eyes and watch her as long as she was within view.\n\nShe took her time, smiling and humming as she worked, crunching dried leaves, berries, dead insects along with things he had no idea what was, and mixed it together with a dash of pre-made green liquid stored in a small bottle. After adding some water, she poured it into a kettle and brought it to a boil. The color was disgusting and the smell was vile. He had no clue what it would do, but knew without a doubt that it was meant for him.\n\nOnce done, she let the potion cool for a few minutes. She smiled as she pried his mouth open and began spoon-feeding him like a baby. \"Why didn't you just accept my generous reward without question?\" He stood motionless, gaping wide, as he felt the vile potion slide down his throat. \"None of this would be necessary if you had done what any normal young lad would do and fucked my brains out. Not to worry. It'll come to be soon enough.\"\n\nWhen there was nothing left, she mumbled a long incantation and he felt himself grow hard. She laughed when she noticed the bulge in his breeches. \"Good, good, good, good... it's working already. Now fuck me like you've never fucked a woman before.\" With a wave of her hand, the rigidness of his muscles disappeared. Startled, he almost fell down to the floor, before catching himself and standing back upright.\n\nEven though his revulsion for the witch had reached new levels, he was filled with a deep desire unlike any he had felt before. He groaned as he tried to resist, but it sounded more like a growling animal. Confusion and anger filled him as he stood still, trembling with ever growing lust. He'd never felt anything like this before. Unable to hold back any longer, he lunged forward, grabbed her underneath her arms and threw the naked woman onto the table. She laughed with glee and willingly spread her legs, which only spurred him on.\n\nHe pulled his breeches down and threw himself at her. Growling out loud, he plunged deep inside her in a single thrust. She squealed in delight, meeting his thrust and wrapped her long, soft legs around him. Unable to restrain himself, he leaned forward and grabbed her large, delicious breasts, squeezing and mauling them with a roughness that didn't even remotely resemble his usual gentle demeanor.\n\nThey fucked like animals, there's no better way to describe it. He growled and groaned, she squealed and moaned, both of them thrust against each other at a furious pace. Their bodies were soon covered in sweat. She scratched his back so hard he started bleeding and he mauled every inch of her soft upper body so hard it started to bruise. They kept going, fucking hard and relentlessly, until finally they both screamed out loud and came at the same time.\n\nHe pushed his cock balls deep into her soaked pussy and unloaded inside her. Every spurt was intense, painfully forceful and lasted longer than they used to. His balls ached as they emptied. Even after there were no more seeds left, his cock kept throbbing painfully as if it tried to squeeze out every last drop into her hungry pussy.\n\nAfter he pulled out of her and slumped exhausted down in a chair, he stared at his sore cock. It somehow looked bigger than it used to and was so red he was convinced it would glow in the dark. It was still rock hard. Confused, he kept staring, before asking: \"Why won't it go down?\"\n\nThe witch, as exhausted as he was, lay sprawled on the table with his seeds dripping out of her pussy. She propped herself up on an elbow and gave him a tired smile. \"Oh, that's just a minor side-effect. Nothing to worry about. You'll stay hard in my presence and flaccid when not.\" \n\nShe laughed hoarsely before continuing. \"Wouldn't want you to spend those precious seeds on anyone else, now would we. Besides, you'll see it's all for the best. I'm always available and you can fuck me whenever and however you want. I wouldn't be much of a personal slut otherwise, now would I?\" \n\nWhat the fuck had she done to him? He looked at her with disgust, only to realize that was a mistake. The sight of her was too alluringly sexy and before he knew it, he was filled with lust again. His cock throbbed, bumping up and down with every heartbeat. \n\nShe laughed wholeheartedly at the sight, immediately catching on to what was happening. She turned around on the table and spread her butt cheeks for him. \"Why don't you christen this opening this time,\" she said with a giggle. \"The other one is still a bit sore.\"\n\n\"No!\" he said, or rather, thought he said, but it came out as yet another lust-filled growl. \"I'll never fuck you ag...\" before he could complete the sentence, he was already upon her, not even realizing he'd started to move.\n\n\"Nooooo!!!!\" he growled out loud as he speared into her ass."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her succubus heritage meant that she was technically susceptible to binding rituals. And, feeling kinky and trusting, she let her FWB try one on her...
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"content": "\"Hey, Ella, can you try casting this spell on me?\"\n\n\"Sure thing, Lucy... wait, is this a demonic binding ritual?\"\n\n\"Yeah, see, I don't have much demon blood in me, but it's still detectable in my essence pattern. So I think spells that key off of demonic essence still apply to me, even though I'm basically just a prime material human. Which is really interesting, since holy magic doesn't affect me, but this spell theoretically would. It's for science!\"\n\nLucinda Darke looked almost like a normal human. After many generations, the only traces of her demonic heritage were red eyes, pale skin, and a liking for short skirts. Despite it being early spring, she had worn a black skirt, black stockings, and a short black top. She was cheerful and animated as she explained her research.\n\nEleanor, meanwhile, tended to carry herself with the seriousness of a noble. She had no extraplanar bloodline, but she'd been learning magic since she was a child and was proud of her hard work. She wore a light blue dress, embroidered with her house sigil in white.\n\nEleanor sat down, and started looking through the spellbook. \"Gravisham's *Rite of Chained Lust?* That's the spell you want to test this with?\"\n\n\"The original Lady Darke was a succubus, so it should be most closely aligned with my essence.\"\n\n\"If it *does* work, I can imagine some potent side effects.\" Eleanor commented.\n\n\"Why do you think I asked you?\" She replied with a sly grin.\n\nEleanor was a good friend of Lucinda's. Well, *more* than a friend - Lucinda had been the cause of the sheltered noble's lesbian awakening in their first year, and Eleanor rarely resisted when the other girl tried to pull her into shenanigans.\n\n\"Ah, so it's *that* kind of experiment. Let's take this to the bedroom, then.\"\n\n...\n\nMoments later, they were in Eleanor's comfortable bedroom, standing in a clear spot on the hardwood floor. The noble held up the book in front of her, and raised her wand in her left hand. \"Okay, let's start with the quick binding.\"\n\nMost books on summoning started with a spell that could be used quickly in an emergency, in case whatever you summoned got *out.*\n\n*\"I invoke the powers of steel and light! Seize the demon, bind the night!\"*\n\nA ring of light drew itself on the ground around Lucinda. She shivered as she felt the power of the spell flow around her. Lucy took a step backwards... and a wall of lightning crackled up from the floor, blocking her from escaping.\n\n\"It worked!\" She said.\n\n\"Can you contest the spell?\"\n\nThe demon-blooded girl placed her palms on the crackling barrier, but after only a second she pulled them back, wincing. \"I can't. You locked on to my essence perfectly. I could counterspell it, but I left my wand downstairs.\"\n\n\"Well, that's a shame, isn't it?\" Eleanor lifted her wand. \"You've got no way to escape what comes next.\"\n\n*\"I call upon the fire's surge. Obey, or feel the demon's urge.\"*\n\nAlmost instantly, it started to feel *warm* inside the circle. \n\nLucinda knew what spells were in the grimoire. She knew how succubi were traditionally bound and forced into pacts. They were creatures of desire, and when those desires were unfulfilled they would quickly lose their reason.\n\nShe knew that, but she was a human. She wasn't driven by her nature in that way. She was... oh god, it was *really* getting warm in here. Maybe she should just take off her shirt... and her skirt... and maybe her stockings for good measure. It was nothing Ella hadn't seen before.\n\nEleanor's lips curled up into a smile. \"It's really amazing, isn't it? You barely have a drop of demon blood, but the magical resonance is still there at full strength. You're already starting to feel weak at the knees, aren't you?\"\n\nLucinda couldn't deny it, she was starting to tremble. The heat inside her had gone from a vague sense of need to a very insistent urge. \"I... I'm so sensitive...\" she whispered. It came out as more of a moan than she expected.\n\nEleanor watched patiently as her friend slowly started to give in. The other girl sank to her knees, a hand sliding between her legs. Then she cast her next spell.\n\n*\"By chain, by bond, by links of heart, your needs be met by your master's art.\"*\n\nLucinda winced as the spell tightened around her wrist like a shackle, stopping her hand from getting closer. \"You used the spell that stops me from pleasuring myself. You b...\"\n\n\"Think carefully about your next words, dear.\"\n\n\"...beautifully clever sorceress.\" Lucinda said with a wince. \"But how are you going to touch me without breaking the summoning circle?\"\n\n\"Oh, don't worry. Gravisham thought of everything.\"\n\n*\"I call the powers that shape and tame, to bind the prison in your frame.\"*\n\nThe glowing circle around her rose up into the air, then started to shrink down, tightening until it formed a glowing collar around Lucinda's neck.\n\n\"It's a really clever design, I must say. It allows the demon to move freely, but without releasing the strictures placed on her. You *could* run away, but at this point you're too desperate, aren't you?\"\n\nLucinda wasn't *truly* desperate. Not the way a succubus would have been, maddened with lust until it became torture. But at the same time... well, she was having *fun.* So she stayed on her knees and crawled towards her friend. \"Please, mistress. I'll do anything you ask.\"\n\nEleanor slowly unlaced her dress and took off her underclothes. \"If you want release, you'll have to satisfy me first. I hope you know how to use your tongue, demon girl.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The curse cast on the Halloween party was read wrong. They only figured that out when they noticed the costumes of the women at the party begin to get tighter around their chests.
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"content": "Lexi looked fantastic in her jinx cosplay. He had the perfect figure for it and even the perfect look, but that wasn't her concern at the moment. She, normally a goth, when she wasn't temporarily dying her hair blue and dressing up as a manic gunslinger, was the only one with any knowledge of magic, and she knew that the sorority across campus was majorly pissed off. Apparently, they had cast the curse of gigantic beasts on the house, and everyone here was in danger of being devoured at any moment, once these gigantic beasts showed up anyway.\n\nLexi was on high alert, and he was desperately browsing her phone, looking for any way to counteract an incoming curse, when she noticed one of her friends idly pulling some stuffing out of her costume.\n\nJoanne was a modestly busty gal, but she needed to pad herself a bit to play Jessica rabbit. Now though, she seemed to be pulling the padding out of her costume, trying to adjust it, as it seemed suddenly too tight. Lexi watched, as Joanne pulled all of the padding out and still couldn't seem to get her sparkly red dress to stay in place. The redhead's breasts seemed determined not to fit into her top, and they were practically overflowing the poor girl's hands.\n\nLexi looked around, and it wasn't just Joanne that was having trouble with her costume. Girls all over seemed to be getting bustier. Lexie stood up, and a distinct jiggle she'd never felt in her chest before alerted her to something she'd feared... It was affecting her too!\n\nLexi's once flat breasts were now each the size of an Apple, jutting out proudly on her chest, and visibly growing bigger, even as they started to fill her black and purple bikini top. Panicked, Lexi ran up the stairs, her new breasts bouncing as she did. They reach the size of oranges now, and she held them in her arm to steady them, completely unused to having to deal with bouncing boobs on her own chest.\n\nIn her room, Lexi grabbed the notes she'd been able to scribble down, when she was spying on the sorority girls, and she noticed something... The girls thought that they had a curse of gigantic beasts, but what they actually had was a curse of gigantic breasts! Lexi read through the spell, trying to translate it on the fly in her head as best she could, and she realized that, if she didn't do something, every girl here was going to be completely immobilized by breasts the size of bean bag chairs or bigger. Lexie had to act fast.\n\nDesperately, she sent off a text to her best friend, Bryant, simply saying, \"I need you right now! Right now! In my room!\" She had no idea what she needed him for, but he was always helpful, and she knew she'd need another pair of hands one way or another.\n\nLeaving through the scant research she had and an old grimoire that she'd never seen fit to really delve into, Lexi tried to focus.\n\nMeanwhile, her breasts had swollen to the size of cantaloupes, and they were forming a deep cleavage on her chest, squeezed tightly together by her suddenly too small bikini top. Her pale, creamy flesh was swelling bigger and bigger, her twin mounds practically vibrating, jiggling against each other as they grew, expanding like rising bread dough. Lexi brought her hands up to her growing bust, and her fingers sank deeply into her soft, heavy orbs. She moaned, involuntarily, at the Sun rush of pleasure her unexpectedly sensitive breasts gave her, and it was all she could do to avoid squeezing and groping herself. She focused on her books instead, finding a spell that might offer some promise.\n\nUnder the heading, sexual magic, there was a spell for refocusing and channeling sexually charged magical energy, but the only part of it she could understand gave her pause... She'd have to focus it and channel it into herself! Desperately hoping that she'd be able to improvise her way through this, she started to chant the spell. Almost as soon as she uttered the first verse, she felt a sudden rush of pure sexual energy start to enter her body, as the bulk of the curse which had been affecting the whole house started to affect her first and foremost. Her breasts ballooned, almost immediately blowing up to the size of volleyballs, snapping her bikini clean off, and almost knocking her down both with their new weight and the sense of pleasure that rushed through her as they jiggled and expanded into the open air. Her pale pink nipples were achingly stiff, and she could feel them getting stiffer, even as her almost ghostly areolas became raised and bumpy in the chilly air of her room.\n\nLexi's body started to absorb the sexual energy of the spell, and her narrow hips seemed to widen a bit, becoming around her and shaplier, even as her butt grew in turn. Her whole body was experiencing the sensation of a deep stretch, as her legs started to lengthen, her thighs becoming shaplier and more enticing. Her breasts had grown to the size of basketballs, and it was becoming hard for her to stay upright, as she kept chanting the spell..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You masturbate every day. At what point, does her walking in on you mid wank become accident versus routine?
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"content": "I was watching big tittie porn on my phone and jerking it hard one afternoon in the ensuite bathroom. I was lost in the videos and the sensations. I didn’t even notice when the bathroom door opened. \n\n“Oh! Oh! Gawd! Sorry!” My wife said as she quickly closed the door and left. \n\nWe had been married long enough that I just shrugged it off and kept on keeping on. I finished. Cleaned up and went back to my little work from home office. \n\nMy wife, Marie, came by my office about an hour later. She brought me a coffee. Giving me a peck on the cheek she set the coffee down. \n\n“Sorry about earlier,” she said bashfully. \n\nI shrugged. “It’s fine. Nothing you haven’t seen before.” I took a sip of the steaming hot coffee. \n\nMarie looked like she was going to say something more - but turned and left. \n\nI got back to work and didn’t think anything of it. \n\nThe next day, at ten thirty, I locked my computer and went to the ensuite bathroom. I brought up big titty porn. I stripped down and started stroking my hard cock. \n\nI was really getting into it. I didn’t notice the door open. Marie walked in. She went to the medicine cabinet and got a Tylenol. She popped the pill and then leaned back of the sink - watching me. She watched for a minute or two - giving me a peck in the cheek she left. \n\nThat was a bit weird - but whatever. I finished and went back to work. \n\nOn Wednesday and Thursday, Marie found some excuse to be in the ensuite as I was jerking off. It was starting to be a pattern. \n\nOn Friday morning, I popped into the ensuite for my morning wank. I had just gotten started when Marie walked in. \n\n“Whatcha watching?” She asked - peeking at my phone. “Damn! She has some big titties,” she said with a giggle. \n\nI stopped jerking off and walked over to Marie. She was backing away uncertainly. I pinned her in a corner - my hard cock bushing against her soft yoga pants. \n\n“You know I jerk off around ten thirty every day - right?”\n\n“Yeah,” she said weakly. \n\n“You know I will be in here, naked, cock in hand, watching porn - right?”\n\n“Yeah.”\n\n“But you keep coming in. I am starting to think you want to watch me jerk off. Did you want to take a seat and watch?” I asked. \n\n“No,” she blushed. \n\n“Then what? What’s going on?” I asked. \n\n“I work from home, too,” she said. \n\n“I know. Your office is right beside mine,” I said with a smile. \n\n“You have needs. I have needs. How come…” she sighed, “how come you never ask me to join you? Or help out? Or you know… anything? We are home all day together - everyday. Just makes me think that you would rather look at porn on your phone and jerk off than… you know… play with me.”\n\n“Silly girl,” I said. I kissed her. A little tentative kiss. Followed by bigger and bigger kisses. I pressed my body into hers. She let out a little moan as I kissed my way down her neck. \n\nMy hands found the bottom hem of her shirt and snuck under it. My hands cupping her big tits. She gasped as I squeezed her tits. \n\nI pulled off her shirt - burying my face in her cleavage. My fingers fumbling for the clasps in the back. I finally freed her tits from their lacy prison. I kissed her nipples. \n\nI pulled her pants and panties off as I sucked on her nipples. My hand exploring between her legs. She gasped as I trailed my fingers over her pussy. \n\nI turned us both around and walked her back until her butt hit the counter. Then I lifted her on to the counter. She spread her legs wide for me. \n\nMy cock was hard and ready for her - dripping with precum. I eased into her. Working slowly into her folds. She moaned as she leaned her head against my chest. \n\nWhen she was wet and slick - I eased my cock back and forth. Getting little moans from her. I thrusted faster and faster. She leaned back - resting on the mirror - her big tits jiggling magnificently as I thrusted. \n\n“Oh! Oh fuck!” She moaned. \n\n“Hold on,” I whispered. I started thrusting faster and harder. \n\n“I am going to cum! I am…. Oh fuck! I am cumming!” She yelled. \n\nI was close behind her. I slammed my cock in deep and let it buck - pumping a hot load of cum deep into her tight pussy. \n\nWe both panted. \n\n“Ok. Back to work,” I said before either of us had really caught our breath."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are driving down the highway late at night when you come across a sex hotel. The place seems normal enough (aside from the sex part). However, the guests, staff, and hotel itself seem set on making your stay as comfortable and permanent as possible.
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"content": "My eyes were drifting shut and my vehicle was slowly veering off the road. I vigorously shook my head and slapped my face a few times, feeling the world jerk back into my conscious mind. Almost immediately it began to drift again, slowly fading as my mind wandered toward dreamland and the oncoming road ahead was hypnotically sucked toward me.\n\n\"Aaaaah!\" I screamed, trying to get the blood pumping. I jumped up and down in my seat, rubbing one eye at a time and flailing my head around. I *had* to stop soon or I was going to end up in a ditch. Up ahead I saw what I desperately hoped was a sign for a motel. I focused on it, intensely focusing my wide eyes, grasping hold of my mind's focus with an iron grip.\n\nI slowed and pulled into the off ramp and followed the curve, glad to be off the highway. Up close it was clear from the neon sign that this was no cheap roadside motel, this was a *hotel*. I hoped it would fit into my budget, wondering if they'd tow my car if I slept in their parking lot.\n\nAfter the worst parking job of my life, I got out of the car and let the cold night air sting my skin while I walked into the lobby. It was nice. *Definitely* too nice. I almost turned around, but up ahead at the desk I saw the most adorable, sweet front desk clerk I'd ever seen, and she was smiling at me. She couldn't have been much older than eighteen or nineteen. I shook my head, wondering if my imagination was playing tricks on me. *Am I dreaming, or did she just wink at me?* I wondered. I wasn't dreaming. She flirtatiously ushered me to the desk where she leaned over the counter, her ample breasts resting on the cold marble countertop and her hard nipples gently pressing against the fabric of her white blouse.\n\nShe giggled warmly and reached out to lift my chin until our eyes locked. \"Welcome to the Morgenstern Hotel. What can I do for you?\" The sounds of her pure, sweet voice rang through my ears and into my imagination where she straddled me and drew hearts on my chest with one of her slender, soft fingers.\n\n\"Oh,\" I said meanderingly, \"I don't think you ca...\" I stopped, realizing I didn't *want* to say it that way. \"I don't think I can afford to stay here.\"\n\n\"Nonsense,\" she said. \"We have some of the best prices in the world. Trust me, you can afford it.\"\n\nI cocked an eyebrow and regarded her. \"Really? How much for a room for tonight?\"\n\nShe shrugged. \"I should warn you. It's a sex hotel.\"\n\nI shook my head. \"I'm sorry? What did you say? I don't think I heard you right.\"\n\n\"It's a sex hotel.\" She said it flatly but with pep.\n\nI stared at her, processing. \"What *exactly* does that mean?\"\n\nShe smiled. \"It means it'll be the most comfortable stay you've *ever* had at a hotel.\"\n\n\"Well,\" I said. \"What if I'm tired and I just want to sleep?\"\n\nShe shrugged again, her substantial breasts squeezing together under her shirt. \"That's fine. It'll *still* be the best stay of your life.\"\n\nI thought for a while. \"How much?\" I asked.\n\n\"Your phone number,\" she said. She didn't *ask* for my phone number...\n\n\"That's it?\" I asked incredulously. \"It costs my *phone number*?\"\n\nShe giggled. \"No, silly. But I'll need your phone number to give you a quote.\"\n\n\"Seven three...\"\n\n\"No,\" she said, laughing. \"Write it down for me. Here,\" she pulled a slip of paper out from under the counter and handed me a pen.\n\n\"Odd,\" I muttered, writing down my number. When I looked up from the paper she slid a similar paper over to me with her own writing on it. \"What's this?\" I asked, looking up at her quizzically.\n\n\"That's *my* phone number,\" she said, smiling.\n\nI opened my mouth to speak but had no words. I was thoroughly confused.\n\nShe laughed and pulled a keycard out from under the counter. \"Here's your room key,\" she said, sliding it over to me.\n\nMy jaw fully fell open and I let out an exasperated breath. \"But...\"\n\n\"Enjoy your stay mister... What was your name?\"\n\n\"Paul,\" I stammered.\n\nShe took my hand, pried my fingers open, plopped the keycard into my hand, and closed my fingers around the edges of the card, holding my hand in her soft, petite grip. \"Enjoy your stay Paul.\" She smiled warmly and blew me a kiss as I slowly walked away, dazed and confused. When I got to the doors I realized I needed to get my bags but also had no idea where my room was. I turned to look at her. She blew me a kiss and called out, \"your room is on the first floor, just around the corner from the front desk. Come back with your bags and I'll walk you there!\"\n\nI blinked several times. *Maybe I crashed and died. Is this... purgatory maybe?* The cold night air shocked my system and I ran to the car, quickly pulling out my travel bag and a backpack with a few extras I'd packed for entertainment during my motel stays. Books and electronics mostly.\n\nI dashed back to the lobby and the cute girl met me at the door. \"Follow me Paul,\" she said, wrestling the travel bag from me.\n\n\"I didn't get your name,\" I stuttered.\n\n\"Oh,\" she said, surprised. \"Sorry about that! I'm Madison.\" She looked up at me from just under my shoulder height. \"That was *very* rude of me not to introduce myself sooner!\"\n\n\"It's fine,\" I said. \"I was so distracted and tired, I might not have remembered anyway.\"\n\nShe giggled and led me just around the corner from the front desk where a beautiful mahogany door with gold trim and silver inlaid detail stood in a white marble frame. All the other doors looked *much* more plain.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" I began. \"This can't be the right room. This looks like some kind of special suite.\"\n\n\"It *is* the special suite!\" she exclaimed cheerily. \"Good eye!\"\n\nA door nearby opened and the guest peeked out into the hall. \"Ooh!\" she cried. \"A neighbor?\" She danced into the hall wearing a thin nightgown and nothing else, as was obvious from the sheer fabric. I couldn't tell how old she was, perhaps mid thirties or younger, but not much. She smiled warmly and extended a hand. \"I'm staying for a few nights,\" she said. \"It's so good to have a neighbor! If you need anything *please* don't hesitate to knock on my door!\"\n\n[Continued in a child comment.]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your persuasion magic allows you to get whatever you desire. Including the tavern owner's very attractive daughter.
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"content": "The moment I laid eyes on her I knew. Everything about her lit up my world. Her bright eyes seemed to know my name. Her smile washed away every impurity, every imperfection in the world. The way her hair fell on her shoulders and even the way her hands moved as she set my plate on the table, everything about her turned me on, warmed my heart, and seized upon my imagination.\n\nI cleared my throat. \"What's your name, lass?\" I asked, trying to conceal my excitement upon finding such a perfect young woman.\n\n\"Tabitha,\" she said, looking down and smiling.\n\n\"Tabitha,\" I repeated dreamily. \"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Are you betrothed?\"\n\n\"I am, sire,\" she said, casting her gaze down even further. \"I am to be wed next week.\"\n\n\"Will you be happy?\" I asked.\n\n\"I doubt it,\" she whispered. \"I have not yet met him, but I have heard many unpleasant things about how he treats his wives.\"\n\n\"Who gives you away?\" I inquired.\n\n\"My father,\" she said. \"He is the owner of this establishment and he stands to benefit greatly by marrying me off to...\" her thoughts trailed off and tears began to collect along her delicate eyelashes.\n\nI could stand it no longer. \"This shall not do,\" I said. \"Would you be *my* wife?\" I asked, knowing her answer before her lips began to part.\n\nShe hesitated, quickly making then breaking eye contact with me, her shimmering gaze trembling under the thick layer of tears in her eyes. She blushed and a soft smile graced her lips. \"Yes,\" she breathed. \"I would, were it possible.\" Her countenance fell again. \"But I'm afraid my father will not agree to it unless you can offer him far more than... the other man.\"\n\n\"Summon him for me and you will be my wife,\" I said confidently.\n\nHer smile returned briefly and she stepped away with a hint of bounce in her step.\n\nA few long moments later a portly, sad looking man approached my table. \"You requested an audience?\" he asked, confused.\n\n\"Yes,\" I said. \"Please, have a seat.\"\n\n\"Why should I?\" He asked. \"Who are you?\"\n\n\"I am your daughter's future husband,\" I replied, feeling the warm glow of persuasion flow over my lips.\n\nHe halted, his eyes fixed on some distant thought, then as though a twig had snapped he twitched and took a seat at my table. \"She is to marry the duke of Nomberth,\" he began, lowering his voice. \"This union will help to keep my tavern in business through these hard times. I'm afraid I cannot afford to change course in this matter.\"\n\nMy mind tingled, soft sparks of transcendental power tickling my brain's tissues. \"What is your daughter worth to you?\" I asked. \"Can you sell her for a price?\"\n\nHis eyes widened and he leaned back, gasping. \"Of course not man!\" he declared. \"She is my daughter, not a common slave.\"\n\n\"If you will betroth her to me I will give you a price that cannot be measured in gold. I will give you her lifelong happiness, safety, and comfort. She will know joy, peace, and pleasure unlike anything that cruel duke could ever give her.\" As I spoke my tongue burned with the vibrations of unseen powers, radiating out and through the man's unsuspecting ears.\n\nHis eyes locked onto mine and I knew that his mind was in my own grasp. I could have anything I wanted from him. If I suggested he give me the tavern *and* his daughter, he'd do it. If I suggested he cut his own throat, he would do it. Instead I simply said, \"let her marry me instead of the duke. I will take her now and she will be happy.\"\n\nWithout a word he began to nod, but I knew he had to speak the words for the spell to last. \"Do you agree?\" I asked.\n\n\"Yes,\" he said. A powerful rush of magic washed over him, do doubt warming his heart to provide confirmation that he had done the right thing. \"Tabitha,\" he called out. \"Go and grab your things. You will be departing with...\" He cocked an eyebrow. \"What is your name sir?\"\n\n\"Paul,\" I said.\n\n\"You will be departing with Paul this very instant.\"\n\nShe rushed to the table excitedly. \"Really father?\" she asked incredulously. \"And are we to be wed?\"\n\n\"You are,\" he said, smiling at his daughter's excitement. \"Now go, bring just one bag and do not keep Paul waiting.\"\n\nShe turned to me, her face aglow and her hands squirming with energy. \"Thank you,\" she mouthed, giving a tiny curtsy before running to pack.\n\nThe tavern owner gazed at me silently, perhaps pondering the consequences he'd have to face, perhaps wondering who I *really* was. But before either of us found occasion to speak Tabitha returned and threw her arms around me.\n\n\"Let's go,\" she said, a small bag at her feet.\n\n\"Is that everything?\" I asked.\n\nShe nodded. \"I don't own much.\"\n\nI smiled. \"We will fix that.\" I stood and took her hand, which she gripped eagerly while pulling her bag up with her other hand. \"Let's go.\"\n\nWe left, hand in hand, and went to the church to be married. We stayed at her father's tavern that night, a night I shall *never* forget..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The naughty and nice lists still exist for adults the punishments and rewards just get more "creative."
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"content": "\"Hmmmmm,\" Micki hummed as she looked over her checklist. \"Ok, so just these last five, then we can all go home,\" she told her crew of elves. They nodded and finished their coffees, ready to knock out the last bit of 'adult' wishes on the docket.\nThese weren't cutesy toymaker elves, no. Every one of Micki's crew were androgynous, well muscled, and professional. They took the Nice and Naughty rewards to the next level, for special cases. Even their outfits, a mix of green and red leather catsuits, marked them as the old man's unique task force.\n\nMicki read the first page. \"Katherine Reed, 23, 5'3\" with C cups and a tight butt. She's been real Nice, so she's getting exactly what she wants. And she wants,\" Micki grinned as she read the handwriting verbatim. \"The chance to screw a really big cock in all my holes, all night long, no worries about getting caught or pregnant or anything. Well, Long Johnny, sounds like this is a job for you.\" The tall elf with a massive codpeice took the paper with a grin.\n\nMicki continued. \"Now, we got a naughty one. Mr. Tyler Samuelson, 27, 5'10\", football player who cheated in most of his games. He wanted, 'a threesome with two hot chicks who can't get enough, with big butts and who love toys'.\" Micki arched her eyebrows at Gerri and Terri, a pair of red headed, pointy eared, babes who looked sweet and were her go to elves for making naughty dudes regret their wishes. \"Gerri, Terri.\" She said. \"Make him regret *everything*.\" The pair giggled in unison and took the page, scanning it closely. \n\nMicki chuckled at the next. \"Ok. Quincy Young, 34, school librarian. Not just Nice list, this guy got a star next to his name. That means Mrs. Red approves of him personally.\" The crew nodded and whistled, it took major good works for the Ma'am herself to notice. \"Now, Mr. Young wanted, after all the usual banter and kind wishes for others, to 'take a nice young lady out on a date and show her a good time'.\" Micki paused. \"Sammi,\" she said, turning on the diminutive blonde elf sitting on top of the counter. \"Care to let Mr. Young takd you out on a date, then rock his socks off and give him a confidence to match his heart.\" Sammi just grinned like a cat as she took the page and nodded.\n\n\"Next,\" Micki turned to face the remaining members of the crew, \"we got Henrietta Blanks. 29, 6'2\", volleyball star, and a grade A Naughty lister. She wanted to 'ride in a high tech, expensive toy' in the coming year. She's probably expecting a fast car.\" Micki smirked. \"Zay, your usual probably would work best for this one.\" The elf with glowing pink hair and smudges of grease on their gloves nodded sagely, taking the paper and mentally calculating what devices would be best for this Naughty lister.\n\n\"And finally.\" Micki rounded on the last trio. \"We have Janelle Richey, 31, 5 foot nothing. I've taken the liberty of outlining her... treatment personally.\" Micki smiled devilishly. The trio, Curli, Larri, and Simp exchanged a look of apprehension. Then a few more as they read. It was certainly their specialty, but Micki had an evil genius when it came this kind of stuff.\n\n\"Chop chop fae and fairies,\" Micki called out. \"You've got your assignments, now head out and make the big man proud! I'll be by in a few hours each to check on you all.\" With various pops and flickers of light, each of the crew disappeared."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You accidentally put on your witch roommate's enchanted lingerie set. It proves to be a very stimulating experience.
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"content": "If my roommate was going to break our washer using it as a spinning cauldron, then it was only fair that I could borrow some of her lingerie. I had my friend's wedding to get to, and she insisted that all of the bridesmaids should be wearing matching underwear to her dresses. God knows why, but I really just didn't have that many forest green bras or panties.\n\nFortunately, Saralinda had at least one set. It was actually really fancy too. The panties seemed to have a ribbon that tied them on instead of just having elastic, and there were snaps to hold them in place. A little bit fiddly to deal with, but I managed. The matching bra seemed to have some ties and snaps too, but once I had the panties on that was at least as easy. It was a bit of a snug fit, considering that I was a lot bustier than my witchy roommate, but we had both been last with hourglass hips that let us swap skirts and pants easily enough.\n\nI put on my forest green mini dress along with matching black lace pantyhose, stepped into my unfamiliar 5-in forest green heels, and went out the door. The wedding venue wasn't too far away and I was already in the foyer of the church when I suddenly felt something strange...\n\nIt suddenly felt like there was a finger teasing around the smooth lips of my pussy. My hand shot down to my skirt instantly, but there was no one there! I still felt something though, and the fingers weren't just content to lightly pet the outside either, one of them slipped inside me, and I practically hunched over in place at the sudden intrusion.\n\n\"Are you okay?\" Judy, the maid of honor asked, noticing how I was moving.\n\n\"I'm... Um... Fine,\" I said, hoping that it was just a trick of my own senses.\n\n\"Well good, Jessie . I know you're a bit of a tomboy, and you don't always do this kind of wedding stuff, but we need to all mind our ps and q's, okay?\" She raised an eyebrow at me. \"You're honestly lucky that Sharon let you wear the same dress as the rest of us, with as busty as you are. We don't want you upstaging her, all right?\" \n\nI shrugged and nodded, Even as the sensations from my crotch started to intensify. \"Sure! No problem! I just need to... Freshen up real quick!\" \n\nI moved into the restroom in a blur. Fortunately, it was a single occupancy room. I never thought I could run in heels like that, but the adrenaline carried me.\n\nAs soon as I was in, I found myself bending at the waist and grabbing onto the sink, as I felt the unmistakable sensation of a cock thrusting into my pussy! And I wasn't sure what was going on. I took out my phone and I furiously started to text Saralinda. She didn't respond at all, and it was only then that I noticed she was live streaming. My phone's reception was terrible, but I was able to get bits of it.\n\nShe was at a mansion somewhere with a bunch of dudes. There was one guy who looked like he was half incubus, another that looked like he was half Minotaur, and a girl who looked like she had tons of tentacles. The Incubus was thrusting his hard, bare cock slowly into and out of a Fleshlight , And I could feel every stroke! \"All right!\" She chirped, a giant smile on her face, as she sat on the Minotaur guy's lap. \"I'm here with some of my best friends, and we're going to be testing out some of my new potions! Now these are supposed to make your cum taste way better! But more importantly than that, they're supposed to make you come a lot more! And when I say a lot, I need a whole lot!\" She gestured toward the fleshlight. \"No! We're going to be using this stroker, just so everybody can watch!\"\n\n\"Is that one of the magic ones?\" The red skinned incubus asked.\n\n\"It is, but the panties it's connected to aren't on anybody, so the magic won't be active. The jizz should just disappear. You can just go crazy!\"\n\nI tried to type something into the chat, but between the bad connection and the way I wasn't a member, nothing showed up! Meanwhile, the incubus just started furiously thrusting the stroker over his cock, as soon as she had told him he could go nuts!\n\nMy knees practically buckled, as I was suddenly receiving the hardest and fastest fucking I had ever felt, and I had to cover my mouth with my hand to stop myself from moaning out loud. My body felt like it wanted to bounce and buck with every thrust, and there was nothing I could do to stop it! I tried to take the panties off, but I couldn't unfasten them! They wouldn't shift an inch either! The sensations were too much, and I suddenly felt an orgasm forced through me.. I dropped my weight onto my arms, burying my head onto the counter.\n\n\"This is great!\" The Incubus said, through the choppy video feed. \"I could swear this feels just like a real pussy! It even feels like there's a girl coming on my cock! I can't hold back!\"\n\nMy eyes shot open, and I looked at my phone there next to me, just in time to see the stream cut out from bad reception. The sensations kept going though, and my oversensitized pussy was going wild. Just then, I felt the cock inside me suddenly erupt, pumping me full of cum. It was like molten lava flowing directly into my womb, pulsing deeper and deeper inside of me than I would have thought possible. And it didn't stop! More and more cum was being forced into my unprotected tummy, and I could actually feel it filling me up. I have placed a hand on my stomach, and I could feel my belly slowly starting to swell, as the potion testing incubus used me as his casual cum dump.\n\nMy slim tummy started to dome outward, pulling my skirt tight and stretching the fabric, as it sloshed and swelled against my hand. I squeaked and squealed, another orgasm building inside of me, as he pumped me so full that I was visibly bloated. It was only then that I felt him pull out, although all of his seed stayed deep inside my body. I was panting heavily, one hand on my bloated tummy, as I tried to collect myself. I shifted and flexed my thighs, wiggling my hips, as I tried to get my legs working. With every emotion, I could feel the cum sloshing in my womb. I was dating a girl at the time, so I wasn't on any birth control, and I had just been pumped full of enough incubus sperm to knock up a sorority.\n\nI tried to push my worries about getting pregnant out of my mind, even as some corner of my thoughts started making me horny somehow. I could feel some sort of heat or energy coming from the panties and the bra. They felt tighter, somehow, and I looked down to see my breasts actually swelling a little bit bigger, slowly bloating heavier and rounder, squeezing tighter in the neckline of the dress. And then the bra felt like it fit again. My belly was still bloated, and I tried to remind myself that I could be getting pregnant to throw cold water my libido, but it only seemed to do the opposite, and I found my round tummy somehow hot, the idea of getting bigger somehow arousing, the idea of being knocked up somehow... Addictive."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The student council president and head cheerleader absolutely despise each other. Both girls think the other is rude, cocky, and uptight. When they're left alone in a classroom, though, that hatred starts to boil up into lust.
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"content": "\"Bimbo!\" Tiffany snapped at her fellow classmate. The other girl had just rolled her eyes and scoffed as Tiffany got an answer wrong. \n\n\"Bitch,\" Alisha scowled as she mumbled her response beneath her breath. It was loud enough for everyone to hear though. Especially Tiffany.\n\n\"Girls!\" Their English teacher tried to calm the situation but it was beyond repair.\n\nThe blonde cheerleader nearly launched herself out of her seat when she heard Alisha call her a bitch. Tiffany was shorter and quite a bit smaller than the curvy other girl but she was also the more active and athletic. Rage boiling in her blue eyes she reached for Alisha who growled and reached out grabbing one of the blonde's pigtails. \n\n\"Oww!\" Tiffany yelped as Alisha pulled her hair. \"Let go you fat titted cow\"\n\n\"Get off me you vapid cunt!\" Alisha shot back as Tiffany crashed into her knocking her from her desk.\n\n\"Girls!\" Mrs. DeAngelo tried again in vain to break it up. School policy dictated she couldn't touch the two seniors. Even if they were both eighteen and adults the school wouldn't risk any accusations that a teacher was inappropriate.\n\nIt was two other girls that helped break it up. Two young women both wearing the same cheerleading uniform as their Team Captain Tiffany separated the girls. One held the athletic blonde back as the other stood between those two and Alisha eyeing the normally reserved student council president.\n\nThe pair of girls were probably the most attractive pair in the school. Tiffany's athletic body and good looks had made her the Captain of the cheerleaders. Meanwhile Alisha's curvy and busty body had helped her secure the male vote for Student Council President. Her brains and a desire by many of the female students to not have a popular cheerleader be their president had done the rest.\n\n\"Bimbo,\" Tiffany hissed one more time. \n\nThe name wasn't super accurate. Sure Alisha had a massive pair of tits ans a thick ass that gave her the classic hourglass figure but she was far from a brainless airhead. With her long dark hair and piercing brown eyes she looked more severe than silly. As she picked up her glasses from where they fell she rolled her eyes again.\n\n\"Real creative insults there Tiff,\" Alisha's burst od anger had begun to subside and she realized she was in trouble. \"You're such a bitch, you've gotten us both in trouble you dumb slut.\"\n\nThe pair had been rivals for a while now. Their completion over student council president had just been the latest in an almost four year schism between the two. In elementary school they had been the best of friends, but something had changed as they both began to develop. No one at their school was completely sure what had caused the rift but it was clear the pair hated each other now.\n\n\"Break it up girls,\" The teacher repeated as if she was being listened to at all. Moments later the school security and the vice principal showed up. \"Alright class, sit down and let's get back to class.\"\n\nAs the classroom attempted to return to normal Alisha and Tiffany were led out or the room and towards the designated in school suspension room. When they entered the desks were empty and the vice principal pointed Alisha to a desk on one side and Tiffany towards a desk on the opposing.\n\n\"Alright, which one of you wants to explain...\" The administrator began only to be interrupted by a crackle of static from his walky-talky.\n\n\"Mr. Johnson, ate you available? There is a parent here causing a scene and Principal Garfield is busy with...\"\n\nThe vice principal only barely managed to not curse in front of the two students. He glanced between both of them and frowned.\n\n\"Can I trust you girls not to kill each other now that you've calmed down?\" His intense glare told them the consequences would not be good if they further misbehaved.\n\n\"Yes Mr. Johnson,\" Tiffany answered sweetly and innocently in the baby girl voice that seemed to make most men melt.\n\nAlisha glowered at Tiffany but nodded tothe vice principal. \"Of course sir.\"\n\n\"I'm on my way,\" The vice principal spoke into the radio as he left the room, the door slamming after him.\n\n\"Look at the mess you've gotten us into,\" Alisha said rapping her fingers on her desk. \"Aren't there any brain cells in that cock hungry head of yours?\"\n\n\"Me? Jesus Lisha, why do you have to be a cunt all the time?\" Tiffany spat back as she stood and walked towards Alisha. \"What the fuck did I ever even do to you?\"\n\n\"Because you are a bitchy slut!\" Alsiha nearly shouted, also standing and meeting Tiffany halfway. They stood glaring at each other mere inches apart.\n\n\"A slut?\" Tiffany glared at her busty former friend."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're the only male that survived on the Space station, as you and your team try to establish a colony and explore the new planet you've crashed into, you realize there will need to be a drastic population increase [sci-fi][preg]
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"content": "(1)\n\nHe had been dreaming for honestly who knows how long. As the dreams started to fade, the first thing he became aware of was the sound of bubbles gurgling about him. His eyes slowly opened and immediately stung from being surrounded by cold liquid... so cold. \n\nA female computerized voice started speaking around him, but through the liquid surrounding him he couldn't understand what it was saying. The sound of gurgling bubbles deepened and turned into a drowning roar that he quickly realized was the sound of the liquid draining out the bottom of the glass tank he was inside of. There was hissing sound as the tank opened up and let him free, stumbling into the dark room onto his hands and knees. \n\nSlowly, his senses seemed to return to him, the [room](http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/091/3/f/cryo_stasis_pods_by_cloudminedesign-d6028jk.jpg) brightening as the cool LED lights at the roof gradually turned on. The same hissing sounded from each corner of the room as the other stasis chambers opened to release their contents, the other men falling from their tanks as well, probably suffering from the same stasis sickness that he was.\nHe looked over to try to recall their faces, watching for them to get up, but none of them did. They all just laid there, entirely still. Red \"danger\" lights were glowing above their respective tanks. \n\nHe coughed heavily, sputtering some of the cryogenic fluid from his lungs as he tried to lift himself up. His head was pounding, he felt weak and dizzy... was the cryosickness always this bad? His vision was blurred and foggy, tunneled at the edges. He dropped from his hands and knees onto his stomach and heaved, vomiting onto the drainage grate before him before turning his head and slumping into the floor. \n\n\n...\n\n\n\"Harken, James A.\" The doctor said, looking over her tablet with his personnel file displayed on it. \"Commander, Colonial Marines.\"\n\nHarken nodded, standing at attention. His dark hair was overgrown over his strong features, his normally lean but fit body emaciated from the decades in cryostasis. His face was freshly shaven, one of the first acts of hygiene he’d been able to perform since waking.\n\n“No doubt you’re wondering why you’re here.” she continued. “Or how it is that you are alive, while all 293 of the of the other male members of the crew did not survive their revival.”\n\nHe nodded to her. “I barely qualified for the deep space program. I was told that of all candidates, I would be the *least* likely to survive.”\n\nThe doctor looked at him ironically, raising an eyebrow. “It says here you have an allergy to tetramethylaminorex, the drug normally used to prevent muscle entropy during cryosleep, so it wasn’t administered to your tank.”\n\nHarken once again nodded. “That’s correct.”\n\nThe doctor continued. “I believe that’s precisely why you’re still with us. There was an unexpected effect that occurred with the mixing of tetramethylaminorex with the dietary suppliments we had feeding into the male stasis chambers had unexpected side-effects. It was not detected until after . . . the death of every man onboard, save for yourself.” \n\nHarken closed his eyes at that, the image of the corpses of other men falling from their stasis tubes and lying motionless beside him returning to his mind. It still had not sunk in really for him. He'd been asleep for 200 years in that tube- and now every man who'd been sleeping beside him were dead as well. Every single man he had ever known was now dead. He felt glad for the military discipline he had that helped to hold him together with the horror of the thought.\n\nThe doctor cleared her throat, eying him. He straightened back up under her scrutiny and returned his attention to the briefing. The doctor's cool eyes returned to her notes.\n\n\"Because of your entropy-ed body, you've been ordered to undergo mandatory physical therapy until such time as I deem you fit for duty, Captain's orders.\"\n\n\"The captain is alive?\" He asked looking up.\n\nShe raised her eyebrow at him. \"Captain *Hyne's* orders.\"\n\nHe gulped. Of course it was Hyne. Lt. Commander Hyne had been the ship's primary Navigation officer, but with the drastic loss of life, she was now the ranking officer aboard. She was also his ex-girlfriend from the academy.\n\"I understand.\" he finally said.\n\nThe doctor nodded. \"Then let's begin.\"\n\n\n…..\n\n\nIn space it’s easy to let time get away from you. It had already been a year since Harken had woken from cryosleep and had been ordered to be kept aboard the station until his physical therapy was complete. He finally was back to being fighting-fit, his combat marine’s physique restored to him after a year of work. His dark brown hair was still a bit overgrown, but was well kempt. It occasionally spilled over his handsome face, he having to brush it back from over his hazel eyes. It wasn’t regulation, but then again regulation had become a bit more lax in the face of the change in command.\n\nHis thoughts tended to wander while he was jumping rope, the monotony and the cadence of the rope taping against the ground as he jumped letting his mind disengage while he pushed his endurance. As far as he was aware, he was still the only surviving male person within 200 year’s travel time in any direction from the colony. With the changes in command structure following the deaths of nearly half the ship personnel, Commander Harken was now in command of the marine forces, answering only to command officers of the ship. There were 12 marines under his command, only a third of the initial force since only the female members had survived. Evidently however there had been no serious need for the combat operatives since their arrival and at this point they were mostly a formality. While it felt like only a relatively short time since his last command, Harken had to consider the fact that it had in fact been 200 years since the last time he’d actually commanded any forces and the marines left might not respect that idea. It was just one more thing, he’d deal with it. What *was* difficult to deal with was of a slightly different nature. For the past year or so, he’d been under almost constant supervision by the medical staff; never really getting any time to himself. While he’d never brought it up, he had a very high libido; even with the help of his military discipline, after a year of denial to it, it was getting difficult to think about nearly anything else for long.\n\nA timer buzzed, and he finished the last repetition of the rope jumping, his body coated with a fine sheen of sweat in the aftermath. He picked up his towel and began to clean himself off before his personal com flashed, and he went to pick it up. Upon activating the device, text read across the holographic display: *Report to Captain’s quarters at 0900 ship’s time for breifing*. It looked like he’d finally be set to deploy after being cooped up for so long.\n\n“About damn time.” he muttered, before going to hit the showers. It was going to be a big day.\n\n\n\n\n*just a quick intro write up on the prompt. Could start becoming more interesting as it went on*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Write about a world in which women's diets have been completely replaced by male cum.
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"content": "*DING*\n\n\"One mixed cream milkshakes at table six\" the waitress yells out.\n\n'The Cream of Seed' is one the most popular semen joints the city has to offer. They employ over a hundred men of different ethnicities for their semen. It is one of the highest paying jobs. The cafe takes pride in providing customers with the richest most flavourful semen the country has to offer.\n\nMales are employed based on their looks and diets. The men have to consume vital fats such as fish, sardines and nuts as well as vegetables such as celery. Men are required to ejaculate 15 ml of semen per load and the higher paid can ejaculate up to 40 ml.\n\nThe males are usually assisted by onsite groupies who start the day by first gently teasing the men and then give hand jobs or blow jobs to help release. On rare occasions, some men have intercourse to refresh the routine.\n\nJuliana sips on her, 'Bull and Snake' milkshake, one the more expensive ones that have the semen of an Black and Indian male. \n\n\"Ah, this is refreshing Crissy. Try it, the surgeon general has said this is good for our healths.\"\n\n\"No, i don't like the added sugars, i think i am getting fat, preferably i just go to the organic restaurant to get a shot of semen\" Crissy replies.\n\n\"You know, the best place to get pure sperm is directly from the males\" Juliana says trying to sound educated.\n\n\"Yeah, it's important to consume at least 50 mls per day\" Chrissy said.\n\n\"I know, i had to break it off with Raj because of that\" Juliana sadly replies.\n\n\"What, why?\"\n\n\"Well\" Juliana replies stirring the straw and then taking a sip, \"He did not have enough cum. Like i gave him head around 5 times a day. His first load is heavy, by his third the thickness decreases and it is almost like drops of water\"\n\n\"Yeah, i get it, no point of keeping someone like that around\" Crissy laughs.\n\n\"We should pay the bill and get out\" Juliana replies gulping down the milkshake.\n\nShe makes sure she gets every drop of cum from the straw. and waves to the waitress for the bill.\n\n\"Cash or semen\" the waitress asks.\n\n\"Semen\" Juliana replies smiling.\n\nShe fishes through the viles of sperm she has in her purse and picks out the exotic, 'Vitamin O'.\n\n\"Vitamin O\" the waitress inspects. \"This is at an all time high. So that means you have to pay 5 ml.\" \n\nJuliana pulls out the syringe and pours exactly 5 ml into the waitresses empty vile.\n\nBoth ladies grab their purse and leave. They are walking down Main Street and see signs advertising new, 'Semen Coated Pills - Famous to Help Burning Off the Fat!'\n\n\"Pay no attention to it Crissy\" as Juliana grabs her arm. \"It is all just a gimmick\"\n\nThe ladies walk into a convenience store and buy 2 bottles of Evian-Semen water bottles, which contains 5ml of semen per 100ml. Juliana also looks at some lotions and reads out the ingredients, \"Horse semen, bull semen, Chinese herbal Semen. Ah, this is the one main ingredient for your skin.\"\n\nA giant televison outside has a PSA out, 'To induce more viscous and healthier semen, males must refrain from ejaculating for 5 days after every 100 days.'\n\nIt is all common in the life of a big city in America called Semenville."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young woman takes a job as a sex ed teaching assistant, but quickly regrets not reading the contract as she finds herself bound naked and about to assist in a very practical lesson.
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"content": "\"This, you see, is a common position for a woman,\" Mr. Norton said. Ella surged against her restraints but the gag-ball in her mouth stifled her protests. The balding, graying man smirked at her and added, \"There are others, of course, but most girls learn to do it on their backs first.\"\n\nElla could hear the murmurs of the boys. It was an Advanced Sexual Education class she had foolishly volunteered to help with the week before. At the time she figured, *\"Why not?\"*. After all it paid time-and-a-half and for an intern like her that was nothing to sneeze at. She barely made minimum wage at St. John High as it was and every dollar mattered. Even her fiance and soon-to-be-husband had agreed that taking on the extra hours was a good idea.\n\nNow here she was, tied down to a small twin-sized bed. Her wrists were above her at each post-head of the steel bed-frame, her ankles similarly tied down to the foot posts. She was naked, a fact she'd discovered shortly before regaining consciousness fifteen minutes earlier. At the same time the petite young blonde had found the orange rubbe ball in her mouth, held in place by a leather strap wrapped around her head.\n\n\"Mr. N? Why's her cunt so harry?\" one of the boys said. \"I thought girls were bald down there...\"\n\nNorton chuckled softly. Ella hissed at his intimate touch as the man gently petted her soft, pale-yellow pubic hair. He said, \"Good girls shave or wax away their pubes, Terrance. Ms. Collins is obviously not a good girl. It's probably because she's engaged: when a slut gets married, you see, they often get lazy.\"\n\n\"Is that why she looks so scared?\" another student asked. \"Does it think we're going to hurt her?\"\n\nElla surged against the silk ropes that bound her again. Norton lad a hand on her firm, taught stomach and said, \"No, Ms. Collins isn't frightened. She's excited. Just look at that furry pussy-- see how damp it is? That, young men, is how you know a slut is excited.\"\n\nElla blushed as the boys surrounding the bed muttered their agreement. Much to her shame Ella realized that Norton wasn't lying, either: she *was* wet. In fact she was about as damp down there as she had ever been before in her entire life. *Why?!* she wondered. After all she was gagged, had been stripped naked will unconscious, and was tied to this bed by a bunch of high school seniors. Why on earth would that make her aroused?\n\n\"Can we take out her gag?\" one of the larger boys said. \"I've seen it in videos, you know, a guy with his thing in her mouth and another in her pussy... sometimes in her backside, too! We should try that!\"\n\nNorton chuckled. \"That's a little advanced,\" he said. \"Let's take baby steps. Today the fourteen of you will learn to fuck a nice, tight pussy. Stuart, as the oldest you get to go first.\"\n\n\"Awesome!\" the large, broad-shouldered boy exclaimed.\n\n\"MMMF!\" Ella screamed into her gag. Once again she pulled against her restraints to little effect. The dark haired boy was already on her and she could feel his eager cock against her damp slit a moment later.\n\n\"I'll have her waxed properly tonight,\" Norton said. \"After you boys break her in. Go on, Stuart, hair or no that's a warm little pussy begging for your cock. Give it to her.\"\n\nElla shrieked into the rubber ball holding her pretty little mouth open as she felt Stuart's cock press inside her. \"FUCK she's tight!\" the boy cried. \"Ugh... I thought... thought you said she isn't no virgin!\"\n\nElla groaned at the feeling of her cunt being pressed wide open. Norton said, \"She's not, trust me. I do my research and this little slut hasn't been a virgin since her freshman year at State. See that ring on her finger? She's engaged, boys. Supposed to get married this fall.\"\n\nElla sobbed as the boys standing around the bed snickered. On top of her was Stuart, a boy she had never even talked to before but who was now forcing his cock into her defenseless pussy. \"Harder,\" Norton said. \"When you fuck a woman you're sending a message. If you're gentle then they will think you're a pussy. When you're firm and rough they'll see you as a man. What would you prefer, Stu? To be seen as a pussy or as a man?\"\n\n\"A man!\" Stuart grunted. Ella shrieked in pain but shuddered in delight as the young man pounded himself deep inside her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] This subreddit needs an overhaul
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"content": ">That is just beyond disgusting. \n\nThen don't come here. This is dirty writing prompts. That you don't share a fetish doesn't make it disgusting, it just makes it not your fetish. One of the points of having a dirty writing subreddit is to allow people to explore things through writing that they would not choose to do in real life because only some aspects are arousing. Take rape. It's a common fantasy for both genders, and is really only problematic if it leads to actions for rape or forced sex. There are studies indicating that people who mentally explore their fetishes are actually less likely to engage in criminal sexual behavior. Real life rape is violent and a violation of the victim's desire. Stories about rape let them explore the parts of it that turn them on, but, and this is the key thing to consider, in engaging in rape fantasy *the victim is in control!*\n\n>There's rules against that all across reddit, so why not here, also?\n\nBecause for the videos and images, the concern is that it supports criminal porn industry providing those videos and images. The same concern is not applicable here. \n\n>same reasons lots of other people come here too\n\nYes, but somehow your fetishes are okay, there's are not? No one is harmed. No one is put at risk. None of the reasons for restricting such topics in other subs applies here. It's all just words on a screen and the images our imaginations create. \n\n>There must to be some way to weed out the creeps from coming here.\n\nWhy are they creeps? Having a fetish doesn't translate to creepy action.\n\nI don't share all the fetishes I see here. But I have written promps for some of them because I enjoy writing, being creative, and helping someone with a desire they have. Why limit everyone only to the most mild of desires (which is all we as a group could agree on, right?)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Some porn stars are sitting around discussing the taste of cum they've swallowed like they're wine tasters.
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"content": "The five vulptuous women sat around the large mahongany table, surrounded by the expensive decor of the luxurious house. Light poured through big windows on the wall, over the entire room. It was their annual party, one they held for a special a kind of tasting-\n\nYou see, these women weren't having a wine tasting, as many of their friends might do. No, these women were all professional, very successful porn stars with years of experience behind them. And this party was for them to discuss \n\n\"Anyway, like I was saying, the best kind are the ones that are a bit on the bitter side, but also have a sweet aftertaste,\" said Nikki, her blonde hair wrapping around her fair-skinned shoulders beautifully. \"The mixing flavors are best from a well, darker cock,\" she says, smiling. Nikki had starred in many popular pornos, most of them being interracial to some extent. Those were her favorite, abosolutely. \n\n\"Ah, Nikki, I must agree, but personally I adore the taste of a solid, pungent single flavor,\" said Kathy, the youngest of the women, her curly, dark brown hair nearly coming to the edge of her neck. \"Just the other day I had some good, creamy stuff,\" she mentioned, going on. \"I belive he was..caucasian, forty-nine years old,\" she stated, the memory fresh in her mind. \n\n\"Really? Wouldn't that taste a little...weathered?\" Claudia asked the young woman, rubbing her dark, ebony arms while she twirled her black-and-highlighted-hair in her finger. Her full, pursed lips displayed a soft smile of curiosity, however. \n\n\"Just the opposite,\" Kathy replied, giggling a little. \"I've noticed the older you go, the creamier and more full the flavor,\" she said. \"Once it ages over forty, it just gets better and better.\"\n\nSara, the short Latina sitting to her left, chuckled a little bit. \"You sure are weird, Kath,\" she said smiling. \"Next time I need some cum extra creamy, I'll go give my grandfather a blowjob,\" she joked, recieving a playful punch in the arm from Kathy. \"Oh, don't take it so seriously. Lighten up,\" she said smiling.\n\n\"Oh? And what's your favorite kind, then?\" asked Alice, the short-haired redhead lesbian across from her. Alice's dyed red hair was pulled into a tight bun, messily put behind her pale, rosy skin.\n\n\"Me? Well, I prefer a...cocktail of sorts,\" she admitted, bashfully grinning. It was true, that; Sara's biggest and most successful porno was one where she fucked five men at once. She leaned back in her chair, and sighed heavily, remembering back to when all five of those men had cum in her mouth at once. \"I think the best ones are mixed, when there's a bunch of flavors,\" she said, leaning forward. \"On the contrary, how about you Alice? Do girls taste different?\" she asked. \n\nThe redhead turned to her, and giggled a little at the question. \"Of course they do,\" she said. Alice had done normal porn in the past, but nowadays she usually did stuff with other girls after she'd come out as gay. She found it more thrilling, despite not being able to relate to her other pornstar friends. She didn't mind, though.\n\n\"They're a bit thinner than men's, but definately sweeter and have a more apparent flavor,\" she went on, \"And it's much, much easier to clean off the couch,\" she joked. Of course, this sent the table into a roar of laughter, dying down only after the girls had giggled themselves silly. \n\n\"Well, maybe someday we should all bring our favorites and have a tasting,\" Nikki suggested, smiling. The other girls nodded, knowing what they'd be doing later that night....\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: describe a society in which man cum and breast milk are sweet and used as ingredients in many recipes
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"content": "I could tell by her first taste that my wife was not happy. It's just that little dip of her eyebrow that communicates it. Being married to a gourmand has its challenges and privileges, but one thing I've learned is to never get between her and the chef if there's a complaint. Not that I would dream of it, I love to see her get it solved!\n\nA quiet \"Garson!\" and a snap of fingers brought our waiting scurrying to our table.\n\n\"Yes, sir?\" he asked.\n\n\"The lady has a complaint.\"\n\nHe turned to her. \n\nShe smiled politely and said, \"I'm displeased. The semen tastes old.\"\n\nOur waiter looked horrified, a difficult look on such a seamed and aged face. \"But madame, I can assure you that we serve nothing but…\"\n\nHer raised hand stopped his apology in flight. To understand this, you must understand a little about my wife. First, she comes from old money. Second, she is petite, slender, and fit. Third, she is always elegant. And fourth, she doesn't take shit from anyone. Imagine a young Audrey Hepburn in her early 30s, but instead of playing a cute innocent role, she was trying out for the daughter of a recently deceased robber baron who has decided to take power into her own hands.\n\n\"I'm quite sure…\" she took a quick glance at the menu, \"…that your finest large Jamaican source does deliver fresh semen upon demand. I'm also sure it's of the finest source, large and dark and clean as it should be. But what I'm not content with is how fresh it is. This tastes like it came out of those hot, sweaty balls at least fifteen minutes ago. And that's just not fresh enough.\"\n\nI could see faces turning to look. Women with surprise on their faces, men with mouths hanging open. This is one of the finest restaurants in NY, and freshness and quality aren't just expected, they are guaranteed. To suggest that any ingredient was less than fresh just isn't done. Except I could see some of the women starting to blush.\n\n\"Do you know how I am?\" she asked? I hope he was smart enough to simply agree. I'm no pushover, certainly not. But my wife is old money and old power and both her father and grandfather taught their children how to use that power without thought. My offering to our marriage doesn't come from money or power. At least, not that type of power. She says she married me because I treat her well, make her laugh, am a romantic at heart, and keep myself fit. I know its also because I can toss control her physically with a single hand and pound her into submission, but that's another story.\n\nHe was smart, he simply nodded.\n\n\"Then you know I'm fully qualified to assess the freshness of any ingredient?\"\n\nAgain he was smart and simply nodded.\n\n\"Then you will either go and fetch the chef and bring him out to me, or you will address the freshness issue immediately.\" I could see the slight flush rising up her cleavage, the fine pores of her skin heating as a hint of excitement finally showed through. \n\n\"Would madam prefer I move her and the gentleman to a more private table. We can, of course!, accommodate madam's wishes but in the interest of decorum…\"\n\nNow I know why he's the waiter and not in charge. Oops.\n\n\"No. I would not like to move to a private room. I'm certain the other diners would appreciate seeing you total, or should I say, your immediate commitment to freshness rectified here and now.\" She looked at the other guests before turning to him and giving a simply, demanding nod. He could see some faces nod in agreement, others say nothing, but the hint in their eyes gave it away.\n\n\"Very well madam. Excuse me while I fetch our Jamaican source.\" He turned to leave.\n\n\"Oh, Gason?\" she said. He turned back, \"I think we'll need at least two big, strong, dark sources. Healthy fresh ones.\" He shuddered but nodded and turning he practically ran to the back.\n\nMy wife was now smiling at me. She lifted her hands to me, still covered in dark purple satin gloves, her dark red lips smiling. \"Do you mind terribly dear if I'm a positive beast about this and demand a full load, um, a full serving of the most hot and fresh semen they can produce?\" I could see her small tongue lick the inside of her lips in quick delicate fashion. Since I knew just how horny feeding from those big black dicks would make her I said, \"Of course not, love. I'll be sure to give you a different flavor later.\" The small smile was all the answer I needed, but as I turned back to my meal she asked, \"Would you like some fresh milk to go with your meal dear?\"\n\n\"Of course. It would be so much better with fresh milk.\"\n\nBy now our waiter was back with two young black studs in tuxedoes. He escorted them to our table and introduced us. My wife simply nodded and said, \"Step closer, I'll dish it up myself.\" I could tell by the utter horror on the waiter's face that he hadn't expected her to go that far. The boys stepped forward and unzipped. Out flopped a long, thick dark member. Seeing my wife's tiny purple gloved hand wrap around each one and begin tugging was going to make certain parts of my suit uncomfortable tight. She looked at me with delight, \"Look how big and clean these two look dear. Don't you think they look tasty?\" I simply nodded, while noting one or two women's hands darting below a table. And one man's. Then my wife leaned in and gave a juicy kiss, lick, suck to each one, making a noisy slurping sound while doing it. \n\nShe looked at the waiter who was starting to turn away, \"Oh, and my husband will need some fresh milk. And milk from his choice of teat.\" She returned to preparing the cum to her satisfaction, which involved lots of jerking, licking, kissing, sucking, fondling, and small murmurs of, \"mmm, love dark meat\".\n\nThe waiter turned to me and asked, \"Would sir prefer to look through our menu or…\"\n\nI said, \"The girl at the front desk.\"\n\nI swear the blood drained entirely from his face. \"But Sir! That is the owner's daughter. Surely someone else would be…\"\n\n\"She's a waiter is she not?\" A nod. \"And waiters at this restaurant will serve milk or semen as demanded if their supplier is not drained, correct?\" Another nod, this time with some color returning to his face. I could tell my wife was being a glutinous cum gourmand because I could hear the sound she makes when she's gagging herself on a big cock. A quick look confirmed that neither of the stud waiters was touching her. They were simply letting her play with their dicks. Good waiter, if they had mussed her hair or makeup she would have insisted on a second load, this time delivered painfully.\n\n\"Then you will bring her hear right now. I'm thirsty and you're not getting her her fast enough.\" I know I'm not as cultured or elegant as my wife, but she says my bearish charm can be cute. In less than two minutes a young 20 something girl was being escorted to our table. She was raven haired and pale white, with tiny little titties. I took her hand and pulled her close then simply started to undo the buttons up the front of her shirt. She looked confused for a moment, then surprised and a bit scared, then a look at my wife sucking one cock and jacking the other, half a dozen diners in various states of arousal, then she asked, \"But sir, I don't think I can produce milk. I'm not pregnant or lactating.\" I could hear my wife's smile behind me. She knew what I intended.\n\n\"I will still sample them now and will have to simply see. But if you're not pregnant now, perhaps soon. Now sit!\" And I pointed to my lap where a very large bulge was showing. She looked at it, then at me, then closing her eyes she sat down on it. I could feel it push against her pussy, and the sudden warmth as she shuddered. Then I pulled her close and started nursing, gently at first, then with all my strength. If my wife can have her hot, fresh sperm, I can certainly try out the newest waiter on the staff. Who knows, maybe by the end of dinner she will be pregnant. I think that would be worth a sizeable tip. She'll deserve a little extra if she can earn it. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Don't know how accepted expansion is here but it's worth a shot: A girl addicted to mastrabating, but every time she gets off, she grows a cup size, and her butt grows a pants size
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"content": "I am not a habitual erotica writer, and I took it more towards giantess instead of pure expansion. Hope you'll enjoy it somewhat!\n\n\nI was standing, my whole house under my butt, as it was still growing. I could see the horror among the crowd around me, as well as a morbid fascination as they watched me masturbate. I had lost all semblance of control now. I would stop only when my ass would devour the whole of the earth inside it. I continued masturbating. My hands on my large clit, dwarfing the size of the largest cock in the world. Another orgasm rippled through my body as the I grew again. The house collapsed under my weight, but I still continued, chasing that orgasm again. \n\nIt started just last night. I have always had a fascination with large boobs and butts, but sadly I was lacking in that compartment. At the age of 18, I was the proud owner of an A cup bra, which I wore primarily for vanity’s sake, and an ass flatter than a pancake. With my tiny height of just 5 foot, I was not really getting the attention I wanted from men or women. I had been hanging out with Mike, Collin and Stacy last night at the club. I had just gone to get drinks and was obviously carded. I came back quickly, but stopped when I overheard the conversation. \n\n“I feel sorry for her. I mean she still looks like a baby”, Stacy said. \n\n“Well, its not like its her fault. Even if it seems like puberty skipped her.”\n\n“She isn’t gonna get anyone for the prom. Kristina has spread nasty rumors. Anyone taking her out would be labeled a pedophile.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Well, she does look like a kid. I mean, can you imagine fucking her?”\n\nThey all shuddered at the though. Even my best friends. I tried to stop the tears as I ran out of the club. I opened the door, and stepped outside. I was shocked for a moment, wondering where I was. It looked like a dessert.Even the air smelled different. Suddenly, I felt difficulty breathing. I futilely clawed my throat, but unconsciousness overtook me. Was this going to be the end?\n\nI woke up. I looked around and it seemed I was in my bedroom. Was it a dream? I wasn’t sure. Perhaps I drank something spiked. I looked at the clock. It was already 8. Mom would have left for her trip. I was alone in the house. And I was feeling horny. Contrary to what my ‘friends’ were saying, I didn’t pass puberty. In fact, I was almost always horny. I grabbed my vibrator from the drawer and started pinching my fat clit, as it started engorging like a small cock, peeking out from under my lips. My vibrator was on now, and I gently put it on my clit. With one hand inside my pussy, trying to rub my g-spot, and other on with a vibrator on my clit, I came quite quickly. I felt something weird happening in my body, as my orgasm subsided. I checked a little, but didn’t really feel any different. My boobs did look a little bigger, but I discounted that as wishful thinking. I got up, taking a shower and doing my ablutions and then came back to the room. I didn’t really have anything else to do, and I wasn’t really hungry for breakfast. Eh, might as well just frig myself all day, I though, and switched on the vibrator again, after starting some porn on my laptop. It took me awhile, lazily rubbing the vibrator on my clit while watching those girls suck that nice cock, and then it hit me again. I t was a nice orgasm, slow and continuous, as I shuddered for what felt like minutes. I again felt that weird feeling and examining myself I was sure now that my boobs had grown, maybe two cup sizes.\n\nI started pacing in the room, freaking out with what was happening. Did that weird dream had something to do with this? I looked in the mirror and I could see that I had become taller. My squiggly legs had gained some mass, and my butt ass was bigger. I was pretty sure that my orgasms were responsible for whatever changes that were happening. I should have gone to the doctor, but I wanted to get bigger boobs before I did. I was pretty sure that they would stop me from orgasming, so I started myself. I wasn’t sure of what height I wanted to grow too, but I was sure I wanted to grow large. My hands over my pussy, and pinching my large nipples, I started masturbating. \n\nI had had more than thirty orgasms since that time. I was about thirty feet tall now, with breasts that could not be measured by any cup system. And my ass was so large that I could see easily on our whole house. While I lived in a secluded area, still I was going to be discovered at this size at some time. And my growth was fastening. As the people started screaming as I crushed my house, I had an epiphany.\n\nThe only thing I could do now was continue growing, especially before the authorities arrived. So I continued, now crushing houses under my ass as the tiny humans started running. I wondered if I had a limit? I knew that after a particular size, my skin would be hard enough that the army wouldn’t be able to anything. At some point even a nuclear bomb would be ineffective. My goals decided for now, I continued, one orgasm at a time. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your girlfriend’s pregnant sister moves in with you and your girlfriend. Previously a sugar-baby escort, she now does phone sex for a living; you work at home and she’s driving you crazy.
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"content": "\"Ooooh yeah baby, keep going.\" Can be heard from down the hall, Casandra's breathy pleasure fueled moans becoming common place in the house as she talks with probably another loser client.\n\n\"Fuck, the slut is at it again..\" I mumble to myself as I press my hands to my face in frustration. It had only been a couple weeks of my girlfriends sister staying here and it has been nothing but torment. I get that this may be a hard time for her, I mean before now all she had ever known is selling her body which is made a bit more difficult with that baby bump. But really can't she just get a real fucking job till the bastard pops out, and who even calls for phone sex in the middle of a work day.\n\nI had talked to my girlfriend about it, but all she ever does is stand up for her sister. Not that I can blame her I mean I understand family is important but at some point you have to realize that when your sister is a pregnant whore then yes, she is a loser,albeit a sexy loser. I mean my girlfriend is great, but she definitely borders more on cute and adorable then then being out right sexy.\n\n\"This needs to stop, I haven't gotten any real work done in weeks.\" I say talking to myself again as if someone would answer and fix my problem. With just me and the little slutbag in the house though I guess I am the only one that could really solve my conundrum.\n\n-----\n\n*Knock Knock* Rapping at the door as it opens I look inside, my eyes widen as I see Casandra laying on the bed with her legs wide open and fingers moving wild as she teases her sex. The large pregnant stomach obscuring my view of her face as she continues to talk on the phone. \n\n\"Yeah honey, just like that, I love how your tongue feels on my clit.\" A moan escapes her lips before she even notices me at the door and quickly waves for me to go away, mouthing the word 'Busy' with her soft looking lips. Normally i would comply but with finally feeling as if I have had enough I slam the door behind me.\n\nQuickly she covers the speaker of the phone to mask the loud bang as she softly exclaims \"What the fuck\" and stares daggers at me.\n\n\"Listen you spoiled bitch, things need to change around here, I can't get any work done when your moaning like a harlot all day.\" Even in my head it sounded a bit mean but it felt necessary to get tough on this grown woman who had never spent a day doing an honest days work in her life.\n\n\"Your right baby....\" Cassandra begins to say, making me feel instantly relaxed not realizing it would be that easy. \"...I care so much about your comfort....\" She adds which makes me give a small chuckle.\n\n\"I am glad you see it my...\" I respond but am cut off by a shush from her lips as she holds her finger to them. \n\n\"No not you baby, sorry one of my girlfriends just tried to get my attention but I am all yours.\" She whispers sensually into the phone as I realize she hadn't even listened to my complaint, the wanton slut rather annoy the person who is putting her up then some pervert on the other end of the line.\n\nStomping closer i raise my voice. \"That's it, your fucking done, I don't even care if your Sophie's Sister, no one disrespects me in my own damn home.\" Much like before my frustrated anger feels impotent as its met with a smirk before Cassandra has the audacity to give me the middle finger.\n\nMy body seethes with rage, fist clench and teeth begin to grind. Slowly I move forward with nothing but hate in my heart, which seems to finally get some of Cassandra's attention as she sits right up and looks me defiantly in the eyes, the look she gives one that is just asking to be challenged.\n\nFinally next to the bed I reach forward, moving my hand to grasp her hair and plan on literally pulling her from her bed and kicking her out the door, not even caring if she had to be on the street naked as I just needed her to stop ruining my life. But seems I am not the only one with some plan in mind as my anger turns into confusion when I feel her soft hand press over my bulging pants. Skillfully she rubs along the silhouette of my cock as I just look on, not even able to process what is happening fully. Did I have some sort of...rage boner?\n\n\"Ohhh baby its so big.\" She whispers, my mind unsure if she is talking to me or her client, very well could be both. \"Here let me let it out, I will use my teeth to pull down that pesky zipper.\" Leaning forward she does just as she says as I stand there like a deer in the headlights. The sound of the zipper probably adding some form of immersion to the pervert she is chatting with. Soon I feel her soft hand slide into my fly and begin to pull my cock from within its cloth confinement. \"Fuck, your a big boy aren't you, let me help you with all that pent up frustration.\n\nI know I should stop her, I know it would be easy, but with her sexy looks even with that large baby bump belly (Maybe because of it?) I just can't seem to make myself do it. With Sophie having been so busy at work I had been backed up for longer then Cassandra was even here, I knew that had contributed to the frustration I had felt but even so, I really should stop this. But I already know I won't.\n\nI watch as her tongue flicks at the tip as those big beautiful eyes look up to me. \"You taste so good, can I have more of your delicious cock?\" She asks but before even letting me answer a loud audible yes is heard from the phone which triggers her going down on me and taking my cock to her throat. Her wet sloppy mouth being extra loud so the client can hear her head bobs wildly. Her skills as a cock sucker truly shine through as every movement feels designed to increase my pleasure further then the last. Her tongue always exploring to find my particular weak spots as she presses it to every vein on my manhood it can reach.\n\nThe pleasure begins to get to me as I entwine my fingers tightly in Cassandra's hair, now helping her take it deeper in her throat as I pull her head in closer. The sound of her gagging obviously forced as the little whore had long sense lost that reflex, not that it sounds any less arousing. I can't help but let out a moan at the immense pleasure she expertly causes my body to go through. Her lips quickly pulling away to tell me to shush once again, her hand taking the place of her moist mouth right after as she strokes along my saliva coated shaft fast.\n\n\"That's it baby, cum for me, give me that seed.\" Her voice sounds sweet as honey while she begs for both her client and I to let loose, her perfect delicate fingers coaxing more pleasure then I think I had ever had with my girlfriend. Her bright eyes looking up to me as she bites her lip in excitement of getting her first real load in weeks.\n\nHolding back my moan as not to disturb her work anymore I let loose, my hot sticky cum spurting rope after rope of thick liquid on to her slutty face. Her hand continuing to pump as she urges us both to keep going, to let it all out until we are drained. By the time I feel my balls empty and her hand stop she had hung up the phone and begun to use her fingers to clean up the mess that had stained her face. \"Pretty good, my sister knows how to pick them I guess.\" Is all she says before waving me away once again, this time I comply.\n\nMaybe having her as a house guest isn't so bad after all I begin to think, texting her sister that I think her sister and I have come to an arrangement and she can be with us as long as she needs."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every time you cum in or on your girlfriend, she gains 10 pounds. You absolutely love it, she is less than thrilled, but she's a nymphomaniac who hates condoms at the same time
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"content": "I could see through the blinds her jogging in place at the mailbox, moving the junk mail to the back of the pile, humming whatever dumb thing she was playing on Spotify.\n\n \n\nOne more jiggle and her cleavage was sure to pop over the top of that sports bra. Suddenly my hardening penis was being forced to the right with nowhere to go, so I reached down and grabbed it, and pointed it up so it could continue to grow as I ogled my lovely Sarah.\n\n \n\nI split apart the blinds again to find that I was not the only one ogling. Some teens on bikes rode past and said hi to her. She pulled down the bottoms of her Adidas shorts to get them out of her butt crack.\n\n \n\nGod, every time I fuck that woman she gets hotter.\n\n \n\nThe baddass in the group was trying his best to, well, either impress his friends or was genuinely trying to make a move on my girlfriend.\n\n \n\n\"You look really nice today Miss Sarah. The jogging is really paying off.\"\n\n  \n\n It sounded like she said thank you and then naid something else I couldn't make out. I could tell she was embarrassed. She pulled down the front of her shorts in case she was violating them with camel toe. The boys chuckled and shoulder-punched each other like they had just broken some terrible rule.\n\n \n\nI had to shift my penis again because the elastic in my boxers was starting to hurt. The door slammed as I was finding a comfortable place to point it.\n\n \n\n\"Dude, I have to buy a bigger sports bra. I'm hurting here.\"\n\n \n\nShe walked into the kitchen with her sports bra halfway off. She had welts across her back from where the elastic was pressing into them.\n\n \n\nI crept up behind her with my hands on her bare waist. As she was drinking ice water at the sink I noticed that this time when she arched her back, her breasts didn't flatten out into nothing the way they did when I first saw her naked. They were still big and gloriously full. I cupped them with my hands and bounced them to get an idea of their weight.\n\n \n\n\"I don't know what's wrong. It's like the more I run the more weight I put on. Maybe it's my hormones. Maybe it's all the sex we're having.\"\n\nBy that time I had my hands down her shorts, which was hard to do with how tight they were. I had my fingers pressed firmly against her clitoris, because I knew she loved that.\n\n \n\n\"Honey I think we should try holding off on OH GOD THAT FEELS GOOD.\"\n\n \n\nI knew that before she could talk her way out of it I needed to pull out my kryptonite quickly! ...which was kissing her along her neck down her shoulder. I was also sliding one finger down her clitoris and into her vagina. So pretty much I had her where she couldn't move.\n\n \n\nShe was still out of breath from the jogging and there were tiny beads of sweat all over her bare skin. Yet she still tasted like white peach and silky orange blossom Caress. I flipped her ponytail to the other side of her neck. I pressed my throbbing penis into her to make it clear what I intended to do.\n\n \n\nThen my pants dropped to my ankles, and my cock muzzled itself against her thick, smooth thigh. She reached down to feel it.\n\n \n\n\"Oh my God dude, why are you so big today?\"\n\n \n\n\"I haven't gotten to fuck you in over a week babe. Ever since you've had this idea you're getting fat and it's me\".\n\n \n\n\"Well yeah, I mean these shorts used to be baggy on me.\"\n\n  \n\n\"They still are. Watch.\"\n\nI pulled them to the side so that her pussy was exposed. Then I carefully entered her, moving slowly in and out so her natural slippiness would have a chance to spread out. When I was finally able to push myself all the way into her she dropped her water into the sink. Ice and glass went everywhere. She let out a deep breath (I didn't know she was holding her breath).\n\n \n\nI picked her up and moved her to the dishwasher where she could lay across it while I fucked her. I loved disappearing into her thick ass. She used to be skin and bones.\n\n \n\nI spun her around so that I could be French kissing her during my orgasm, which was still some time away but I wanted to be ready. I'd also learned how to keep my orgasm in check so that she would come first. Usually french kissing her would seal the deal, and sure enough that's what was happening now. She suddenly got dripping wet and she was writhing. I loved watching her face while she came because she would have the dumbest expressions.\n\n  \n\nThen, unexpectedly, I felt my waves sooner than I expected. I pressed myself as deep into her as I could. I kept her pinned to the refrigerator and began pumping semen into her. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, holy shit, ten, eleven. After number eleven the pulsations started to die down. Our bodies relaxed. I stayed inside her for about two minutes until we could catch our breath.\n\n  \n\n\"Oh my God dude.\"\n\n \n\n\"Wow, I say we lay in bed and eat popcorn and watch Netflix for the rest of the night.\"\n\n \n\n\"Sounds good. I'll start the popcorn.\" But as she bent down to get the popcorn her Adidas split in half just about all the way down her ass. Her regular pink panties were now a thong. She freaked out and started to pull them down, but the leg holes were barely wide enough to get them past her thighs. She had to get me to help her pull off her panties.\n\n  \n\nWhen we finally got them off she was completely naked. Before me stood a different woman than I had known even minutes earlier."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Just a normal day in a world where sex is as necessary as food.
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"content": "First day on the job. Fuck, I'm nervous. I look around. There's about twenty of us. All wearing the same admiral blue polo shirt with the corporate logo on the left breast. The red and blue game piece with the white dots. You know the one.\n\n\"First timer, eh?\" someone asks. I nod. This particular co-worker must be twenty-five. Male. With a three day stubble and unkempt shaggy hair under his company-issued baseball cap. \"Here, take these.\" He reaches a hand out. \"No thanks, man, I'm good,\" I answer, but really my hands are shaking. \"Don't be a hero man. Everyone needs those.\" I thank him, and quickly swallow one of the sky blue lozenges. It's going to be a long, brutal day. I'm going to need all the help I can get.\n\nA couple of girls are laughing. \"Women,\" my new-found friend tells me, \"they've got it easy, man.\" But I'm not so sure. I look over to where the two of them are standing. One blonde, one brunette. There's tension beneath that laughter. I wonder what it's really like for them.\n\n\"Smith! Morgan Stanley on 55th!\" The dispatcher starts calling out assignments. Major banks, small businesses, even private homes. We go everywhere. Soon my name is called.\n\nTraffic is light at this hour. Lunch time. Everyone is busy inside. I park in front of the office tower and quickly get in the elevator. Some law firm I've never heard of before.\n\nI give the name of the person who called to the front desk. The woman gives me an office number and points to a long hallway lined with heavy wooden doors. I can see her licking her lips as I walk past her. She looks hungry.\n\nAlmost all the doors are closed. The place is quiet, except for a few squeals and moans here and there. The offices have no windows and the heavy doors muffle most of the sounds.\n\nI finally reach my destination. The door is open but I knock anyway. \"Come in,\" I hear. A blonde woman in her late forties beckons me in, and I quietly shut the door closed behind me. Shapely, dressed in a pencil skirt and white women's dress shirt. For a first assignment I could have done a lot worse.\n\n\"You ordered delivery?\" "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The worst-written sex scene.
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"content": "Hanikami has the clear winner but I'll go in the other direction... terrible, period-incorrect, unsexy metaphors, romance-novel level tripe description and bold faced racist stereotyping being passed off as 'race play'.\n\n____\n\nMadelines innocence screamed in the space twixt her knobby knees, the sound of lobsters dropped to their boiling deaths converted into carnal aching. Her beloved, bent backed and browned skinned, battered the brim between her hips, head rising and falling as the shifting tide whilst his tongue turned tacitly against the pearl of her innocence. Happy Jack had peeled back the hood and found it waiting, as if he were a master Egyptologist uncovering Tuts Tomb. She wept tears of bliss and pushed the matted black curls deeper.\n\n“Yes, my dark prince! Devour your alabaster beauty, for she is yours to consume!”\n\nHe answered only in grunts, growls and groans – a beast tearing the sweet meat from the prey he’d just slaughtered. The slope of his naked back cascaded into a waterfall of a fudge colored moon. As the lily skinned lady finally succumbs and gave him her nectar, Happy roared a lions roar and wore the runny result of climax on his face like war paint.\n\n“Dat be all, miss, or does I needs to fuck ya too? Them fields ain’t gonna plant dey selves!”\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: If two people become horny while nearby each other, their bodies decect it and involuntarily have sex with each other.
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"content": "It started with an experiment. Work towards using quorum sensing biosensor mechanisms in eukaryotes of all taxonomic levels. The applications were neigh limitless! Humanity could coordinate the bioremidiation of oil spills with algae, study animal behaviour with unprecedented sample size, or even fundamentally alter our own existence.\nEnter me, Ivan, a lab technician working frustratingly long days in the lab. I suppose its not all bad, though. The research was going along so well they decided to bring in another technician. A promising student of animal behaviour. As luck would have it, though, it was my old flame, Elisa. We had split under less-than-amicable terms about 2 years ago. We were both loved each other--hell, we both lost our virginities to each other. A few things led to our split. Notably, but not exclusively, her libido far outpaced mine. That was a consistent motif that we played off as funny at first, but became increasingly frustrating the more we fell for each other. I was too shy and didn't initiate or advance enough. It was not for lack of desire. She was gorgeous, inside and out. She was on the short side, about five-foot-two. She had henna-stained brown hair that was full and smooth, if not a little unmanageable (as one might expect from a woman of science!). All of her, from head to breast to hips to toes, drove me absolutely wild. But I lacked confidence. I was so insecure. So I focused on science and research and I lost her.\n\n\nWorking with her was extremely strained at first. We were both uncomfortable with each other, but the work was promising and paid the bills, so we both bit the bullet. Over time, though, we came to remember all our compatibilities and we spend our days laughing and enjoying each others' company, though we avoided getting too close. That is, until we began prep work for trial 57.\n\n\nTrail 57 was our first attempt at using our system in animals. Funnily enough, most animal work starts in mice, but in this case we decided to use birds. We didn't want to jump straight into a mammal system in case the vector could jump to a human host. Besides, Elisa primarily studied birds before she came to work on this project, so it would be easy to care for and measure the animals. Elisa was particularly interested in mate selection in birds. In many species, the male has to really impress the female before she will agree to mate with the male, leading to flamboyant displays you may be familiar with. She wanted to see if the system could be used to essentially override this sexual selection. She wanted to be able to pair up any birds. This would make breeding for particular traits or studies orders of magnitudes easier. \n\nThen, it happened. She had just finished preparing the transformative vector and were going to incubate it overnight for application to the test subjects in the morning. We had plans to go out for a quick drink and celebrate after work tonight, so I was rushing about the lab trying to wrap up my work. I bumped into her as she was transporting the samples to the incubation chamber. She dropped the tube to the floor and we both instinctively reacted to try and catch it. The tube hit the floor, but seemed undamaged. We both sighed in relief and locked up the lab for the day. We went out for a drink and....that was it. Nothing out of the ordinary. We called it a night early and went our separate ways, both eager to test our work in the next morning. \n\n\nI woke early and went to the lab to set up for the experiment. When I walked into the incubation chamber I noticed the faint glimmer of liquid on the outside of our tube. It was tiny, but there was a leak. There was still plenty of sample to do our test, but an exposure of this level could loose our lab's funding! I quickly patched the tube up and called Elisa to come to the lab ASAP. She walked into a bit disheveled--she had a bad habit of oversleeping. She still looked amazing, though, and I could feel my pants tighten and my heart race as I remembered kissing her and running my hands all over her smooth and sensitive skin. I remembered the feeling of undressing her and the sensual look she would always throw my way. This was not an unusual problem and I had long mastered ignoring it. Today was different though. When she finally looked at me after rubbing her eyes, my body moved all on its own, and I started to walk towards her.\n\n\nApparently, I wasn't the only one surprised by this. She seemed startled by something as she also walked towards me. Much to my surprise and, admittedly, pleasure, she reached her hand right down my pants and started to stroke my member. She seemed terrified for a moment, as if she had no control over her movements. I was soon to share in that terror as I could not control my body as I leaned in for a long and passionate kiss. She continued to stroke and stroke as I pulled off her pants and then my own. She stopped suddenly and removed her top, revealing her perfect breasts. She took my hand and pressed it between her warm and wet folds as I began to tease her. I couldn't figure out what was happening, but the look of terror on her face had long been replaced with one longing and sexual appetite. The same sensual face I had seen so many times before. Suddenly, I grabbed her firm but full butt and hoisted her into the air. I, with a nearly scary amount of precision, directed myself into her. Her gasps and moans only increased my pace as I so easily did what I had feared to do years ago. I could feel her womanhood tighten as her moaning became louder and uncontrolled. I could see no thought behind her eyes, only an all-consuming white-pleasure as she orgasmed. For a moment, I seemed to be back in control. I hadn't yet come and I was so close it was frustrating, but I took the opportunity to set her down and figure out what was going on. She was breathing heavily, basking in the radiance of her orgasm. She bordered between sleep and consciousness and I figured she'd be fine if I left her for a moment.\n\n\nOf course, I suspected the vector. I'd be a pretty shitty scientist if I didn't. But there were so many unexplained factors. How did the vector make the jump from birds to primates so fast? Even with the avian flu, there is an intermediate organism. Why didn't it kick in yesterday? Was it the incubation period? Furthermore, there was the matter of how it was designed to be activated. Both subjects had-----my thoughts were interrupted by familiar hands grabbing me from behind. One hand ran gently across my face and the other teased my manhood. I lost control once again. I turned around only to be literally jumped by Elisa. She wrapped her legs around my hips and I was pushed backwards into the wall. I slowly slid down the wall until she pinned me to the floor. She was sweating, but gently. It only served to highlight the alluring complexion of her skin. She smiled at me and, once more, guided me into her. She pumped herself up and down, back and forth, over and over as her pleasure, and my own, began to near climax. I remembered the familiarity of the scenario--her on top of me, taking initiative and, eventually, leaving unsatisfied. I exploded from my back, pushed her over, and turned her around. I grabbed her hips and took her from behind. Her moaning returned, softer and more subdued. The pressure built up in both of us. She was practically gushing with her wetness when we both came at the same time. As we laid in our own love on the lab floor, we finally had the clarity of mind to speak of what had just happened. \n\n\n\"Elisa, I think the vector is primate-ready.\" I said\n\n\"You don't say\" she teased.\n\nI elaborated. \"There is one thing I don't understand, though.\"\n\n\"What is that?\" she humored. \n\n\"The vector requires both subjects to be aroused for the pathway to become active.\" I finally let out.\n\nShe laughed a small laugh, looked me dead in the eyes, and smiled. \"So it does.\"\n\n\n\nThis is my first submission to any writing thread. Guidance and criticism is welcomed. I feel like there is too much build-up, but you gotta try first to learn, right?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You've invented a machine that creates perfect, half-size copies of people, and now you're going to test it.
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"content": "I'm tall, and my wife Elsie is short. I've always had a thing for short women, because who hasn't\nbeen madly in love with Tinkerbell all these years, am I right? Right? And my wife turned out to be\nsomewhat of a size queen. While I won't be in the Guinness Book of Records, I'm amply sized for my\nsmaller wife. My wife is 150 cm tall (that's 4 foot 11 inches for you barbarians), and on the petite\nside, and I'm 191 cm tall (6 foot 3 inches, ugh, get with the metric system already), and larger\nthan average where it counts. And I've given my wife a lot over the years. Like, she has no reason\nto complain. We're well off. She has no right to be angry, right? She should be grateful, really,\nbecause of how awesome our life is. Yeah, that's right.\n\nI open the door hesitantly and peek inside.\n\n\"Are you still angry, sweetie?\", I ask her.\n\nBy her silence, and the unmistakable look on her face I can tell that she is in fact still angry.\n\n\"But I bought you a house! And a pretty dress!\", I try.\n\n\"It's a doll house! The dress is for a Barbie doll! AND IT'S TOO BIG FOR ME!!!\", she yells, with her\ntiny adorable squeaking voice.\n\nOkay, I admit copying the copy of my wife was maybe not the best idea. And I definitely should not\nhave made a copy of the copy of the copy of my wife. Fine, that's on me, but now it's done and we\njust have to deal with it. But to be fair, having a 18 cm copy of my wife is actually pretty damn\nhot.\n\n\"Take me to the others!\", she demands.\n\n\"Well, sweetie, they went out for drinks for a bit.\"\n\n\"They all went out without me?!\"\n\n\"No, no... Only original Elsie and Elsie 1. You know how you always disliked being the shortest of\nthe group. Well, now original Elsie isn't anymore. That's why we did this, remember?\"\n\n\"Fine! Just take me to bed, dipshit!\"\n\n\"Don't you think it's a bit big for you now?\", I ask. By the look of her face I come to realize I\nasked it stupidly. \"Okay, okay, we'll go to bed.\".\n\nI reach into the doll house and she awkwardly steps into my hand. I hold her gently and smile at\nher.\n\n\"Well? I ain't walking there myself, fuckwad\".\n\nI start walking to the bedroom when I realize.\n\n\"Um, sweetie. It's just... We'll have to be quiet, okay? Elsie 2 is sleeping.\"\n\nShe crosses her arms and looks sternly at me.\n\n\"If you call me Elsie 3, I will kick you in the fucking balls, asshole.\", she said, adorably.\n\n\"Awww...\", I let out involuntarily. She's soooo cute, I can't help myself.\n\nIn the bedroom we see Elsie 2 sprawled on the bed, snoring, naked and entangled in the sheets.\nShe's so small she only takes up a small portion of the bed.\n\n\"Just put me on the pillow.\"\n\nI gently put her down on my wife's pillow. That is, my original wife's pil... Fuck it, just her\npillow. I look at her as she struggles out of the large Barbie doll dress and sits down on the\npillow, completely naked. Her small bush and tiny, tiny boobs... I feel myself getting hard, again.\nShe has her eyes on Elsie 2, the copy she was made from. We can still clearly see the cum stains\non her belly, boobs, neck, and face. When I came over her earlier, I came over nearly all of her.\n\n\"You just had to fuck her, didn't you?\"\n\n\"Well... yes! She wanted it too!\"\n\n\"What, did you fuck her with your pinky finger?\", she says in a mocking tone.\n\nI stay silent, and lie down on my back in bed. I avoid looking at her.\n\n\"OH MY GOD! You fucked her with your pinky finger!\", she exclaims.\n\n\"Well, my cock was way too big for her... We had to do some other stuff.\"\n\n\"Oh, I bet you felt like a really big...\"\n\nShe stops mid sentence as she sees I just pulled down my pants and revealed my hard on. She only\njust now realizes it. She's only marginally taller than my erect cock. She looks dumbstruck, staring\nat it.\n\n\"It's huge!\", she says, making me feel very manly.\n\nShe climbs onto my shoulder and walks across my chest, all the while keeping her eyes on the prize.\nMy cock is hard, pointing upwards at an angle. She reaches it and stares at it up close. I reach\ndown and gently start caressing her side with my index finger. Feeling myself hornier and hornier\nI reach around to caress her front side, feeling her tiny bush and tiny boobs with my finger. I\nthink I can hear her moan.\n\n\"Sweetie, you can play with it if you want...\", I say.\n\nShe reaches out a hand to stroke it gently. It feels so nice to feel her tiny hands against it. She\nlaughs in surprise as my cock twitches at her touch. Slowly she takes my cock into her arms,\nhugging it close to her. She leans in a bit, pushing at my cock, pointing it upwards. She starts\nfondling the shaft with her hands. She leans in and starts kissing and licking the head of my cock.\nI moan involuntarily at her touch.\n\n\"Yeah, baby, that feels so good\", I say, moaning.\n\nShe hugs my cock closer, pressing herself against it harder. She wraps one leg around it, and I feel\nher bush pressing against the shaft of my cock. I can feel her wetness against my cock. Slowly at\nfirst she starts humping my cock, kissing and licking the head of it as she rubs her pussy against\nthe shaft. She moans and groans in her lovely squeaking voice.\n\nMy cock starts twitching as she's hugging my cock tighter and tighter. She's humping it furiously\nand moaning all the while. She's licking at the precum coming from my cock.\n\nI feel myself getting close. I know it will be a forceful orgasm.\n\n\"Baby, I'm coming... Oh god, I'm coming!\", I say.\n\n\"Yeah, big daddy, come for me!\", she responds.\n\nThen she starts feeling the hard twitches of my cock. She's having trouble holding on, as it\ntwitches so hard against her body. Then she realizes what's about to happen. She lets go of my cock\nand takes a step back. Now my cock is pointing directly at her. She takes a few steps back, looking\nwith wide eyes, about to turn around and run. I can't hold it back any longer, so I groan loudly as\nI feel it coming.\n\n\"OH!\", she exclaims.\n\nShe takes the first jet of cum directly on her chest. She's knocked down by the force of it, now on\nher back on my belly. The second jet of cum lands on her face, covering it completely. She raises\nher hands trying to protect herself from the flood, but it's no use as she takes the next stream of\ncum over her belly and bush. I groan and groan, incredibly turned on at the sight of her tiny\nbody covered in my cum. Eventually my cock grows still, with only some cum oozing out of it.\n\n\"Are you okay, sweetie?\", I ask her.\n\nShe uses her hands to wipe of some of the cum covering her face. I hear her gasp for air as she\nclears the cum from her lips.\n\n\"Oh... my... god...\", I hear her say.\n\nShe gets up on her knees and starts wiping away all the cum from her eyes. Her small eyes still look\nsticky, but she turns around and looks at me.\n\n\"That. Was. Amazing.\", she says, still gasping for air.\n\nShe crawls up my belly and lays down square on my chest, face down. I caress her gently with my\nindex finger, feeling her tiny ass. I grab a spare pillow case from beside the bed and gently put it\non top of her, as a bed cover. Soon she's asleep.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An isolated tribe that worships orgasm and encourages promiscuity and perversion as virtues for both genders.
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"content": "I shouldn't have gone on a boating trip by myself, but guys like me wanted to go fishing every now and then. A storm had thrown me off my boat, and I swam to an unfamiliar island and passed out on the shore.\n\n\nWhen I woke up I was inside of a room in a straw hut. I was totally naked. I got up to a sitting position when someone walks in.\n\n\"Hello, are you okay?\" I hear behind me. I turn around and see a tall and beautiful dark skinned girl wearing nothing but a necklace made of wooden beads. Her breasts were large handfuls and her ass was large and firm.\n\n\"Ummm yeah... Uh... Where are my clothes?\" I ask while blushing in embarrassment.\n\n\"Oh don't worry about that right now. Are you feeling alright?\" She asks. She sits on the cot next to me and rests her hand on my leg. My cock slowly stiffens on its own. \n\n\"Y-yeah I'm fine... I just... A little stiff downstairs and I need to cover it...\" I sheepishly reply. \n\n\"Oh! Do you want me to help you? It would be my honor!\" She smiles. I nod sheepishly. She lays me back and proceeds to blow me. Her mouth is warm and pleasant, which is a welcome departure from the cold and harsh sea. I don't last long, finishing in her mouth rather quickly. She pulls away and licks her lips.\n\n\"I never knew outsiders tasted so good!\" She moans. \n\n\"Thanks... You were amazing...\" I sighed. \n\n\"So you feel better?\" She asks while licking her lips. \n\n\"Much better...\" I reply.\n\n\"Good! The chief would like to meet you then!\" She says.\n\n\"Umm... Okay.\" I reply. We walk out of her hut and walk through the island. Beautiful women walking everywhere. Not a single male. We walk up to a massive hut and I see someone who must be the chief. She had several necklaces of varying colors, no doubt signaling her power. Her breasts were fascinating, and her figure was that of an hourglass.\n\n\"Drifter, welcome to our island. I have requested you see me for a special reason.\" She explains. \"Our people are focused on one thing. Orgasms. Men, women, doesn't matter. The problem is that there are no more men on the island. We have since prayed for a new champion. We need you to prove that you are the champion we have been in need of.\" She adds.\n\n\"Well what do I have to do?\" I ask.\n\n\"It's simple, make me cum and you will prove yourself to be a champion.\" She smiles. I gulp and kneel at her throne. She spreads her legs and I begin eating her pussy. Her moans turn me on, pushing me to go faster and deeper. Before I know it she cums on my face. Her moans echo through the island. I pull away and look up at her.\n\n\"Well done... You've earned the title of champion. Now you must fulfill your duty as champion and plant your seed in our women.\" She explains. \"They belong to you, and you belong to them.\" She says handing me a fruit. \"They have heard my moans and will no doubt be coming. Eat this and your body will be able to seed many women.\" She explains. I take a bite of the fruit and blood starts rushing to my cock. I turn around to see a whole crowd of beautiful native women. My body tells me what I must do. I turn around and slide my dick into her soaking wet pussy. My hips thrust in and out of her. Her moans make my hips buck like a horse and I finish inside of her. All I can remember after that is waking up to a hut full of exhausted women with cum leaking out of every hole in their body. I guess this was my job. I was the stud used for breeding. I guess it could be worse."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A girl is raised in a cult, taught that a woman's job is to please her man in every way possible. She's just started dating a boy from outside the cult.
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"content": "I was born in a very old cult... one that many people nowdays would see as being fundamentally immoral\n\nBut I don't care\n\nI grew up with them and learned one thing... \n\nI am here to do naught but bring pleasure to a man, I am here to be his toy to play with as he sees fit, to do as he alone desires no matter what.\n\nAnd I found the one I shall belong to...\n\nNerdy, handsome (despite the acne) with an intoxicating voice and hair much like a blazing flame... My advances have not gone unnoticed by him and he has accepted them...\n\nTonight... I would bend for him, contort for him, enter whatever position he so desired for the sole purpose of his enjoyment. I had been trained well for this moment and I yearn to finally do what I am meant to do...\n\n--------------------------------------------\n\nWe sat together, shrouded in naught but moonlight. I reached into my coat and drew out a small, sealed box of a special aromic mixture. \n\n\"Hey... can you come here for a second...?\"\n\nHe looked over at me before smiling and shuffling over.\n\n\"Smell this... you'll love it...\"\n\nHe moved closer, taking in some of the pheremones, falling back in a daze as his member elongated and hardened. I smiled and took a whiff of the aphrodisiac, feeling my mind and body be overcome with feelings of lust and an abundance of hormones. I shed the last of my clothing and crawled to him, an almost feline body position accompanying me. \n\nI slid my fingers under his shirt and gently pulled it off as he stared, before doing the same with his shorts. I gently caressed his penis.\n\n\"Am I to your liking... Master...?\"\n\nThe half look of confusion and excited agreement answered me, I smiled and lowered my head beside his still-swelling member.\n\n\"I am your plaything now... I shall do whatever you desire... Allow me to give to you a demonstration...\"\n\nI winked and recoiled slightly, before sticking out my tongue and gently running it from the base of his penis to its tip. I pursed my mouth into an O and descended once more, being forced to breath through my nose as his massive cock gently hit the back of my throat. I began to bob my head up and down, his moans of pleasure only encouraging me to continue.\n\nIt went on for a while until I felt his member begin to pulse, I smiled (well... tried to) as his seed was fired into my throat. I pushed myself up with a smile, exhaling before swallowing. Our eyes met and I smiled.\n\n\"Are you satisfied with me Master? We can continue if you so desire.\"\n\nHe seemed to nod, or tried to, it was enough of an answer for me. I crawled forward, feeling his stained tip leave a thin trail on my stomach, until my soaking vagina gently sat on his penis. \n\nHis eyes drifted down to my dripping entrance, his face adopting a deep shade of red. His eyes slowly trailed up, briefly pausing on my long hardened nipples before meeting my eyes. My face betrayed a questioning look, asking if this would be fine or if we should switch to something else.\n\nHe grasped it quickly and nodded, sitting up slightly and positioning me just in front of his penis. He gently pulled my head down to meet his own, pulling me into a kiss. We continued like that for a minute before he pulled me up gently, hovering over his member. Gently, I pressed against its tip, gently wiggling to both sides. My hands drifted to the skin beside my vagina before gently pulling my vagina open and sliding his cock in. \n\nHe flinched briefly as his cock pushed past the lips, accompanied by me inhaling sharply as his rod entered my flesh. After a few seconds, I began to gently bounce up and down, waves of pleasure rolling through my body. I felt a sudden wetness against my nipple.\n\nI looked down to see his tongue gently caressing my nipple, accentuating the pleasure already rolling through my body and no doubt making him even harder. I moaned as I pressed his head gently to my left tit, his licking progressing instantly to sucking. His left arm gently wrapped around my back as his right hand grabbed my right buttock, gently accentuating the rhythm of my movements.\n\nIt went on for a while, his moans muffled by my tits, until my body exploded. I only barely suppressed my orgasmic squeal as his mouth pulled away from my breast and moaned as he shot his cum into me. I fell to his side, my hand gently rubbing the lip of my vagina, tiny squirts of his semen spilling onto the bed. My other hand rested against his throbbing cock.\n\n\"Hah... hah... did I do... good... master?\"\n\nHe looked at me, panting, with an exhausted smile of affirmation.\n\n\"Well then... hah... the mixture I have lasts a long time... and the effect lasts for half an hour... When you're ready, we can... have some more fun...\"\n\nHis eyes widened, turning his body over to face mine. I smiled and leant forward into a kiss.\n\nIt would be a long, and fun, night...\n\n--------------------------------------------\n\nMay continue this at some point"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Balls the size of Breasts
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"content": "I hesitate, fingers hovering above the keyboard. Maybe online dating isn't for me after all. I consider closing Skype, walking away for a while, maybe forever.\n\n\"Well? How's your equipment?\"\n\nShe had suggested a game where we got to take turns asking questions. It had started out innocent enough, and I was the one to make it sexual. I regretted it. Well, I thought, she'd find out sooner or later. I bit the bullet and typed a reply.\n\n\"I'm pretty well hung.\"\n\n\"I want to know about all the equipment\"\n\n\"I'm... well, I'm stacked.\"\n\nThere was a long pause. The message box read 'SquirrelTree is typing', then there was nothing. A longer pause.\n\n\"How big are we talking?\"\n\nI groan. Here comes the no thanks not interested. \"9 1/2 inches. F cups.\"\n\nNothing. Nothing for a long time. Dammit. My heart falls and I type slowly. \"There's no need to ghost. If you're not interested I understand.\"\n\n\"No. It's ok. I just... I'm surprises is all.\" She types. The next message is quick. \"I'm still interested. Are we still good for tonight? I promise I won't ghost you.\"\n\nI look at the clock. Reservations in two hours. I sent her a kissy face and signed off, feeling hopeful for the first time in a long time.\n\nI took my time getting ready, shaved my face, hopped in the shower and shaved my balls. It was a chore, honestly, but I thought they looked better when they were bald.\n\nI toweled off, and picked my outfit. Bra first. I couldn't have them flopping everywhere, after all. Not at that size. The guys with the A cups had it easy. Not me. I couldn't even get away with the jock strap model, too much weight. The contraption looped over my shoulders and around my waste to support the girth of my colossal testicles. It looked dumb, but it was comfortable. And modest.\n\nA dress shirt would be nice, black. And for the skirt? I briefly considered something long, but I felt myself stiffen briefly by a thought. I would be going risque.\n\nI drove my pickup to the restaurant, a young man in a valet uniform took my keys. He wore the red shirt and skirt typical for this kind of place.\n\nThe hostess greets me with a smile. She's cute, a little brunette with a modest figure. Her blouse and slacks matched the decor, and I saw her look me up and down. I couldn't blame her.\n\nGood hair, square jaw, sharp shirt and a kilt. I looked around. Most of the men here wore some kind of kilt or skirt, but I wore a traditional plaid. Eye catching.\n\nI gave her my name and was promptly led to a booth. I was looking over the wine list when my date slid in across from me. I looked up, and she took my breath away.\n\nHer green eyes sparkled like gemstones, and her face was framed by a gentle tumble of auburn hair. She was slender, svelte, but... She curved in the right places. Ok, she had some great boobs, on display with the red dress she wore.\n\nWe hit it off. She was beautiful, a great conversationalist. When the waiter came, he wore shirt and slacks. I glanced. Ugh, his balls were far too big for those, where the legs of his slacks met, which was nearly halfway to his knees already, still bulged from the weight of his nuts. He took our order with a smile and left, walking a little bow legged.\n\n\"No, he cant pull slacks off\" she said, and I was surprised by the feeling of a bare foot sliding up my thigh, in between my legs and just touching my boys. \"I don't think you could, either.\"\n\nDinner couldn't be over fast enough after that, and we drove back to my place. I gave her the tour, and she laid down on my bed, head propped up on one arm. \"I want to see them.\" She said.\n\nI excused myself for a moment, stripped out of my shirt and bra and left the kilt on. I came back out feeling confident. She was breathing hard as I walked over to her, laid down beside her. Her hand went to the kilt, and I stopped it, holding her wrist gently. \"Not yet\" and kissed her.\n\nShe kissed me back, with a passion that startled me. She pressed into me, her hands on my neck and back, her tongue on mine. I touched her breasts, gently at first but at the first brush she had bared them, and pushed my hand harder into them. Staci liked it rough, evidently.\n\nMy dick got hard, and I pivoted my hips away from her, letting it do it's job. When it was at full mast, i told her she could look.\n\nMy cock raised the bottom of the kilt, exposing my balls, bigger than her tits. She sat up, one breast falling back inside the dress and stared.\n\nShe on them in an instant. With both hands she lifted them, licked them, ran her tongue along the 10 or so inches of the crease, and then up the shaft of my dick. She took me into her mouth, her tongue working down the shaft for a moment, then back out and buried her face in my balls. I was in heaven.\n\nShe hiked her own skirt and straddled my face, working my cock with her mouth while caressing my balls with her hands. Her pussy tasted amazing, and was so wet she dripped onto my chin. She came with a shudder, and shouted at me \"I need it!\"\n\nNext thing I knew, she was on all fours, her sweet pussy waiting, eager. I obliged, sliding my cock into her.\n\nShe bucked against me, once, and again harder \"fuck me! Please!\" I obliged, and rammed into her. And instant later my balls slapped against her, rocking her forward even further. She moaned \"yes\" and bucked into me again.\n\nWe fucked, her pussy accepting my cock and my balls slamming into her. She was so wet, so tight, so eager. I couldn't help myself. \"I'm gonna cum\", I warned her.\n\nShe nodded and slid forward, turned around to face me and leaned back. I understood, and came closer as she stroked my cock, taking the tip in her mouth as I came close.\n\nThe first wave hit, and a foot long string of white cum shot out, slapping into the headboard behind her. The second came, even longer and splattered on her face, most of it in her mouth. Again and again I came, for nearly a full minute as my balls drained, contraction by contraction.\n\nWhen it was over, she was covered. She looked like a glazed donut. The sheets were soaked. The headboard and wall behind it had gotten plenty. She gripped the my cock with a smile, licking it clean. \"That was incredible. But I think my thighs are going to be bruised.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Noncon] In the midst of a civil war, a female rebel is captured by troops who plan on punishing her for her activities accordingly.
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"content": "This is kind of a follow-up to [PI] [Blonde. Bomb. Shell.](https://redd.it/6era24), set about a year later; some characters and themes will be familiar to you if you've read it.\n\n----\n\n\"Well done.\" the captain said with a vicious grin as the sargeant dumped the copper-skinned and dark-haired girl bodily on the floor in front of his desk. She was dirty and sooted, the fringes of her short hair singed and her fatigues torn and dirty. \"So much for the tactical rebels, eh?\"\n\nStanding, he made his way around the desk to kneel down next to her.\n\n\"Where are the clever rebels now, huh?\" he asked with a grin. \"Falling into a textbook trap like this, hardly impressive.\"\n\nThe girl spat on the floor, saliva mixed with blood.\n\n\"We thought\", she coughed, \"we thought not even you would be stupid enough to try such an obvious trap.\"\n\n\"Well, I guess we were!\" the captain laughed, before catching himself. \"I mean, no, it _was_ a trap.\"\n\nThe girl snorted along with him, cut short by a quick and heavy slap.\n\n\"What's your name?\" the captain inquired.\n\n\"Eva.\" the girl offered. \"But the spelling is unusual.\"\n\nThe captain arched an eyebrow. \"Oh?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" Eva said. \"It's spelled S-U-C-K-M-Y-D-I\"\n\nBefore she could finish, the captain laid another heavy slap on her.\n\n\"You had best watch yourself.\" he admonished as he got up.\n\n\"Or what, you'll hurt me?\" Eva coughed.\n\n\"Yes.\" the captain confirmed with a nod to the sargeant, and the burly man gave Eva a kick to the stomach.\n\nThe captain grabbed Eva by the arm, regarding her tattoo carefully.\n\n\"You commies think you're so smart, don't you?\" he asked, squeezing her tightly, his nails digging into her flesh.\n\n\"Smarter than yo–oof\" Eva ventured, interrupted by another boot to the stomach, courtesy of the sargeant.\n\nThe captain paced over to the window, looking out over the smoking and smouldering city below, the result of a sustained campaign of IEDs and car bombs.\n\n\"Tell me, without the poor, who are to sweep the streets, to gather the garbage?\" he asked. \"Who would do these things voluntarily.\"\n\n\"Oh, you got me.\" Eva said, expecting another kick to the stomach that never came.\n\n\"No, wait, I know.\" she added.\n\n\"Convicts or something?\" the captain ventured.\n\n\"Your mother.\" Eva sallied, receiving another boot to the belly for her trouble.\n\nThe captain made a gesture to the sargeant, who dragged Eva to her feet and pushed her down on the desk, pressing her face into the wood grain with a meaty hand on her neck.\n\n\"You know what I think the problem is?\" the captain asked, turning back to her.\n\n\"That you're a bunch of sad, fragile tossers?\" Eva ventured, but before the sargeant could register his displeasure with the suggestion the captain offered a gesture to stop him.\n\n\"That you're a degenerate rug muncher who doesn't understand your own value and desires.\" he said, rounding on the desk and leaning down to come face to face with her.\n\n\"Not buying it.\" Eva coughed.\n\nThe captain nodded over her shoulder at the sargeant. \"I suppose a demonstration is in order, then.\"\n\nWith a rough yank the sargeant pulled down her fatigues, and while the captain placed his hands firmly down on Eva's shoulders he undid his own belt to pull out his cock.\n\n\"You're going to have to tell me when it's in.\" Eva sallied. \"Pretty sure it's too small for me to feel it.\"\n\n\"I don't see that as being a problem.\" the captain said icily as the sargeant grabbed her by the hips and thrust into her to a shout of pain.\n\n\"Fuck.\" Eva groaned. \"Is going in dry like that even comfortable for _you_?\"\n\nIgnoring her objections, the sargeant fucked on, driving her into the desk with every thrust.\n\n\"Or does the pleasure you get from being a violent sociopath – uhn – outweigh the chafing?\" she attempted weakly.\n\nBefore long the sargeant was done, and Eva retched as she felt him filling her up.\n\n\"Go fetch the private who helped you.\" the captain ordered. \"I'm sure he'll want a piece of this action as well.\"\n\n\"You have to reward those troops, don't you?\" Eva panted. \"This is what you're fighting for, isn't it?\"\n\n\"We fight for order and the nation.\" the captain offered.\n\n\"You fight for the right to own and rape people as you will.\" Eva sallied, shuddering as the trickle of cum the sargeant left behind trailed down her thighs.\n\nShortly, the sargeant returned with the man who had managed to pin Eva down, and pinned Eva down to the desk with broad hands while he readied himself.\n\n\"She's a mouthy one, so I'll give you some help.\" the captain said, leaning down. \"Now, do I need to knock your teeth out, or will you play nice?\"\n\n\"I'll play nice.\" Eva acquiesced quietly. \"But can you tell this asshole to…\"\n\nThe private thrusting into her cut her off.\n\n\"I guess not.\" she growled as the captain grabbed her roughly by the chin, unbuttoning his pants with his other hand.\n\n\"It's time for you to shut up, and I can give you some help with that.\" he said, placing his cock against her lips. \"Say aah.\"\n\n\"Aa~ghnn.\" Eva offered as he shoved his cock down her throat.\n\nBetween the two of them, the captain and the private fucked her roughly, and once they were both satisfied and slipped out Eva fell back from the desk, to land in a soiled pile on the floor.\n\n\"Have you had your fun?\" she panted, trying to pull her fatigues back on.\n\n\"Oh my actual God!\" the captain exclaimed, rounding the desk to look down at her. \"Why will you not shut up?\"\n\nEva grinned up at him.\n\n\"Two things.\" she said with a smile. \"Obvious traps make for nice counter traps, and we've been looking for this ohcee for a while.\"\n\nThe captain blinked.\n\n\"And I happen to like it rough.\" Eva added with a grin, as the bullet aimed at the captain's skull shattered the window and sprayed his brains across the desk.\n\nA second and third shot quickly followed, downing the private and the sargeant, and kicking out the shattered glass Carmen barged into the room.\n\n\"Having fun?\" she asked with a grin down at Eva, and Eva gave a half-hearted shrug.\n\n\"Given the circumstances…\" she offered, sitting herself up with Carmen's help.\n\n\"Let's get out of here and blow this joint to hell?\" Carmen suggested, and Eva gave a quick nod.\n\n\"Sounds good to me.\" Eva offered, getting to her feet.\n\nFrom the van speeding away, Eva watched through the back window as the Opera House was demolished by a series of explosions, before collapsing back into Carmen's lap.\n\n\"You'll have to be gentle with me tonight.\" she said with a smile to Carmen.\n\n\"No.\" Carmen said with a grin, gently stroking her hair.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two kingdoms have been at war for years. You, the prince/princess currently resides in the dungeons of the enemy, stripped, chained and awaiting either freedom or death. What you don't expect are the slithering sounds around your legs as night falls
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"content": "I struggled against the ropes on my wrists as they pulled me up. I was suspended about a foot in the air. \nA cool mist tickled the bottom of my feet, accompanied by an unsettling slithering sound. What was going on? \n\n\"Greetings, Princess,\" a voice whispered through the mist. \n\n\"What do you want?\"\n\n\"It would be so kind if you would divulge the location of the hidden king,\" he said sweetly. The mist was wrapping itself around my naked body. \n\n\"Go to hell,\" I growled. \n\n\"Only if you'll join me,\" the voice chuckled. \n\nSuddenly, my heart quickened and heat pooled between my legs. Son of a bitch was using magic to arouse me! \n\n\"Listen, if you-\" I was cut off my a sharp sting to my ass. \n\n\"I'm going to spank you five times, and you're going to count and thank me for each one,\" he ordered. \n\nSpank. \n\n\"No,\" I said defiantly. I had been in this dungeon for months, I would not let my kingdom fall. \n\nI gasped as arousal seeped through my body. Every fibre of my being yearned for release. \n\nSpank. \n\n\"Say it, whore,\"\n\nSpank. \n\n\"Thank you!\" I yelled, writhing and rubbing my legs to gain some friction. \n\nSpank. \n\n\"Two, thank you!\" \n\nI was spanked three more times before the mist fell back down to my feet, barely grazing my toes. \n\n\"Please,\" I panted. \"Let me come,\" \n\n\"Tell me what I want to know,\" \n\n\"I can't, please!\" \n\nThe mist rose once more, covering my breasts. It massaged them lightly, as I felt a finger touch me between my legs. \n\n\"Please, what?\" he whispered. \n\nThe mist pulled hard on my nipples, causing me to gasp and cry out. My pussy was throbbing and aching for release. \n\n\"Put your finger in me and let me come, dammit!\" \n\nI gasped as I felt myself being filled. \n\n\"Tell me where the king is hiding,\" he growled as he fingered me faster. \n\nMy body was overcome with arousal and every thrust of his fingers was bringing me closer. \n\n\"I'm going to come!\" I yelled, throwing my head back. \n\n\"Tell. Me.\" he said as he stopped all motion. \n\n\"I can't\" I gasped. \n\nSuddenly, he removed his fingers and the mist fell away, leaving me panting and sweating. I looked around to see an empty dungeon cell. \n\n\"Then I'll see you again tomorrow,\" \n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A woman has spontaneous orgasms of varying intensity throughout the day.
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"content": ">Warning: Contains **little to no erotic themes**, is depressive as fuck. I warned you.\n\nI hate my fucking life.\n\nSo, from what I hear of men, most of them start their day with a quick wank to orgasm. As in, get rid of the morning wood, get out the first load.\n\nWell, I tend to start my day because of orgasm. Yep, I wake up at 6 AM, or 4 AM, and heck, sometimes even 3:57 because my body decides ¨*Sup, bitch! You get to orgasm, right now!*¨. So, I wake up whenever, and I usually tend to try to get enough sleep to get through the day.\n\nDid I already mention that I am jobless? Or rather ¨self-employed¨, which is code for ¨Nobody wants to fucking hire me¨. Because regularily stopping the actions you do to cream your panties means that bosses and coworkers start to really dislike you. Actually, everyone does. I think about 99% in town know me as the ¨Creepy Moaning Lady¨.\n\nActually, I probably wouldn´t be able to support myself if it was not for Nick. Nick was the only one willing to listen, and while he is the person I am most comfortable being around with, I still feel embarassed when I climax while talking with him. He understands, though, and mostly helps me with taking care of shopping and social contacts. I don´t dare to leave the house anymore, much less get into a car, so he has to take care of groceries for me. I help him out from time to time.\n\nNow, I know what you are thinking, but no, not like that. I work with statistics and bookkeeping, so I am pretty knowledgable when it comes to savings and taxes. I take care of his taxes. Even if, I doubt that a person like me would even be attractive to Nick. Everytime I have one of my spontaneous orgasms, he leaves in a hurry, probably creeped out to see me like that.\n\nIt seems to be completely random when I come, so sometimes I cum about ever half hour, sometimes I cum once per day. The average is that Icum 9 times a day, and I fear the few days where no orgasm comes until the afternoon. I tend to call nick over in panic when that happens, because while it could be a good thing like when I only come once a day, it also could be one of those days where I am stick, shaking from orgasm to orgasm through the night, sometimes stacking or toppling one another. When that happens, I hold Nick tight as I put a pillow or something similar into my mouth to stop my voice from leaking out. I already am disliked here, I don´t want to be breaking more rules.\n\nMasturbate myself? I did that, back when I was new to this curse (that is what it is, I do not care that doctors call it illness, or my mother calls it divine retribution, it is a curse for me). Back then, I pleased myself in hopes that it held back new climaxes. Nope, that backfired harshly. So harshly in fact, that I got a new record set up for longest orgasm ever recorded.\n\nI have given up sex. I don´t know a person anymore which would even date me, let alone fuck me. And even if, what for? So their dick can be squeezed to death while I suffer through even more orgasms? No, if that were to happen, I would only give oral sex to others.\n\nAnd of course I have contemplated suicide, often. Do you know how hard it is to hang yourself when you cum unpredictably, meaning you cannot shop and cannot ask a friend to buy the rope for you. How would I explain that to Nick? ¨Hey, friend. I need you to get me some rope, I wanna kill myself.¨ Similar with things I have here. It is hard to hit things when you are either having an orgasm, shaking from the aftermath or quivering in fear of the next orgasm.\n\nYou know, I sometimes want to just give up normalcy completely. To go outside in the nude, show off my overtuned and unnatural sexual behaviour and wait for things to happen to me. Perhaps people will steal me away using me for their creepy fantasies. Or I could land in jail, which means learning other people who cannot afford to judge me. Or suddenly, a doctor arrives and cures me spontaneously... I know that this all is wishful thinking, but I wish nonetheless. I only really have hope, and if that is taken, what is left?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [FF] It was over so quickly: A young couple's first time in 350 words.
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"content": "The first time I had sex with a girl was quite by accident. Well, at least it seemed like an accident at the time. When I was still in college, there was this girl in some of my classes, who I really, really liked. So much, that it was somewhat confusing to me. Her name was Jennifer, and she was… really quite average, I'd say, just as myself. She was pretty short, and looked somewhat nerdy, but not like she wanted to be nerdy, just like… well, like she didn't know how to be any other way. \n\nWe used to sit next to each other in some of the lectures, and so one time, half way through the class, I suddenly felt her hand on my thigh. Just brushing lightly against it, but it was definitely there. The feeling sent shivers all through my body. Suddenly, I couldn't concentrate on the anything anymore, except her touch. I glanced over at her, shyly, and our eyes met. She didn't smile or anything, just looked at me with a deadpan expression and I just thought about how pretty her eyes were behind those glasses. And then, her hand wandered further up, and up, under my skirt, until her fingertips grazed along the fringes of my panties.\n\nI actually shuddered, halting my breath, my chest was just spasming from shock, but I involuntarily opened my legs wider, as a gesture for her to go further. And she did. She slid her fingers under my panties and gently rubbed across my clit, massaging it carefully while she acted like she was still listening to the lecture. I don't know if anyone around us noticed, but I certainly had a hard time keeping this concealed. I managed to stop myself from moaning, but my breath only came in gasps, and there was nothing I could do about it. That she played with me, right where anyone could see us, made me cum so hard and fast that I walked out of there with soaked panties and my first girlfriend, who still licked her fingers clean."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A witch discovers she has the power to make people orgasm simply by thinking it. She decides to have some fun messing with her crush.
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"content": ">Warning: Contains Forced Orgasm, Witchcraft, and the accountant Steve.\n\nI had mastered yet another spell now, and my circle of illusions netted me yet another benefit. I opened the curtains and looked out of the window. On the street next door, I saw a group of men, waiting outside a door for someone. \"*Come one, come all! Come for me, and let your seed loose.*\", I thought, and right after, the strings of my phantasms rushed away to entangle them in the invisible web of magic. As they strung around, rushing and weaving between them and through them, they suddenly shook, lost balance and felt to the ground, the sudden pleasure overwhelming them as their groans echoed through the night.\n\nPeople tended to run past this street quickly. They knew something or someone was manipulating this area somehow. Nobody knew what caused it, but at random, people could vanish, feel different, meet people that reasonably should not be here, or even duplicate. It was risky for the group of men to come here, but they got away with a pleasant, albeit awkward ecstasy. 8 men, all have creamed their pants. Well, the spell seems to work and my magic resources were still filled, so I can use it on my intended target. But first, I need to prepare something.\n\n\"*Strings of magic that follow me, turn and burn as I desire! Take the form, the flesh of one to do my bidding! Work as I want, and how I need, I call you, Accountant Steve!*\" I called out into my mind, and yet again, the phantasms rushed out of my body, twirled around the room and converged into a spot. With a string of flame, curling around as it expanded, it took the form of a human. Soon, the flame vanished to reveal a man: Accountant Steve, who was mine to command. I used him twofold. One, to gain money through income without wasting my time on humanity. Two, to get closer to Gabriel, my love, my one and only thing that I wanted to have.\n\n\"Steve, we go for a walk.\" I said with a cheerful smile.\n\n\"Yes, ma'am. The umbrella?\" He asked.\n\n\"Oh, of course. Can you hold it for me?\" I ask, a redundant question as he did so anyways. And like that, we went outside to walk through the bewitched night.\n\n********\n\nWe had arrived at Gabriel's door. I pondered for a moment if I should just stay outside and wait. No, what I have planned is a thing I had to see.\n\n\"*World of Mundanes, look away, as I undo my form and reveal my true self. Hide me from my facade, veil me from sight!*\" My mind cried out and flames started burning away at me. Like a line drawn by gunpowder, I burned away quickly as the flames travelled up my body. Where the flames left, nothing was left seen, though the flesh and clothes of my body were there, just unseen by the normal eye.\n\nSoon, nothing was left of me. I was gone from the world, though still there to interact with it. I asked Steve to ring the bell for his apartment, and so he did. Soon, the door was opened for us, and I got a full look at the rugged, manly person that Gabriel was. He was so nice and good-looking, anyone would love him, right? He looked so good, and that look was effortless. Just imagine how he'd look if he prepared for a date... I rushed past Gabriel inside as he greeted Steve.\n\n\"Hey, Steve, nice to see you. What are you doing around here?\" Gabriel asked.\n\n\"Hey. I wanted to ask if you want to come to Mike's place.\" The only reason I let Steve suggest that was because I knew how much Gabriel hated Mike. It made sense, Mike really was an asshole. He always took Gabriel's stuff and treated him poorly. According to Gabriel, Mike even caused him to not get a raise one time, and that went beyond work and was personal spite.\n\n\"Hell no. You can go to that party alone. You know I can't stand that guy. Besides, I am busy.\" He explained.\n\n\"Oh, okay. See you tomorrow?\" Steve asked.\n\n\"See you tomorrow.\" Gabriel closed the door with an elegance far beyond my own as Steve disappeared behind the closing door.\n\nNow I was in his home, and I followed him to the computer. He opened a minimized browser, and I was greeted by the sight of various porn sites, all lining the task bar of his site.\n\n\"*Subconcious, drown your realisation, and wake in the lucidity of twilight. Search my name in your heart, and you shall find me as you look!*\" I thought, and the strings tethered me with him. He then closed the tabs he had opened and opened google.\n\n\"The Witch Ryal\" He entered, saying the words out loud. Then he went to wondering. \"Where have I heard of this... Was it at work?\"\n\nAfter entering, he reached the website I had made. It mostly was for myself, but I had presented onlookers a treat today: He was greeted by a downloadable image library. After downloading it, he checked it for viruses before unpacking the folder. He checked the contents for viruses again, and opened the folder.\n\nHe was presented with 238 pictures of me, in the nude playing with myself. Add to that the roughly four hundered pictures of me with a witch cosplay I had gotten a while ago (what can I say, it increases the mood for witchcraft immensly), also playing with myself and various toys. I had just given him an A-class porn stash filled with me, and me alone in very seductive and revealing poses.\n\n\"Whoa...\" He could only say as he browsed through the files. He opened one at random, and looked at it closely, zooming on parts and unzooming again. Soon, he was clicking through the images, pulling out his dick out of his trousers, slowly harding at the nubile body of mine. Now, I had to go further:\n\n\"*The burden of your loins is set free, human. See the face of your loving and cry in bliss as you please yourself by the faintest touch!*\"\n\nSuddenly, he was gasping and slowing down as the tether between me and him caught fire. Yet, no matter how slow he became in his movement, it was inevitable: He groaned, and bucked his hips upward on the chair.\n\n\"Aaaahh! Fucking god!\" He cried as string after string of his virile seed gushed from his cock, spraying on his clothes, over his hands and on his monitor. After a while, the streams stopped, and covered in his own cum, he was so exhausted from the strong orgasm that he lost conciousness on his chair.\n\nI wanted to lick his cum, to eat it all up, but I held myself back. If he noticed something was off, he might suspect something wrong, and even if he himself thought it as insanity, I would be having a hard time repeating this. Instead, I dropped on the bed in the room, and thought an incantation again.\n\n\"*Dreams of his shall be the dreams of mine. While he sleeps, I wake, while he is toyed with, I am the toymaker. Phantasm of dreams, let me guide him in the theater of dreams!*\"\n\nAnd with that, sleepyness overcame me as I slowly fell into the realm of sleep."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every time you cum you change gender
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"content": " So how did I get here? Why am I [eating for 2](https://images-production.global.ssl.fastly.net/uploads/photos/file/140620/anna-kendrick-what-to-expect.jpg) at a restaurant that isn't one of the higher priced ones in town? I fucked up... or my body did, either way I'm fucking worried. I used to be a guy most of the time... even after I got this power, this fucked up power that ruined my life. Who cares if I'm fucking hot now if I have to push a fucking kid out of my fucking... sorry, I'm in one of my moods... I'm usually mad or sad or both. Sometimes I'm happy but when I feel a kick on the inside of my stomach I get right back to being upset. \n\n It started when I got this power, I don't know why or how but I ended up being able to change gender whenever I'd cum. I didn't find out about the power for a while cause I never masturbated, I didn't think it was wrong or anything I just had no drive or passion about touching my body that I didn't like too much. I was unfit and had health problems so I usually didn't pay attention to my body... until I got the curse... or power, whatever it should be called. One day I woke up and felt odd, I felt like I had a wet dream which I would occasionally have. Usually when I'd be in my \"sleep mode\" I'd lay there for a minute until I'd realize I'd need to clean up. \n\n That day it was different, I didn't feel my wetness soaking my hair but I felt the thick liquid on a flat shaven area where there should have been hair and an appendage. I was still in my tired mind though so I put a hand down my boxers and felt nothing... when I opened my eyes tiredly I saw the sorta clear white liquid on slim manicured fingers and put my hand down being mad that I had to clean. When it finally clicked I jumped up feeling my chest move and long hair hit the back of my neck along with the feeling of fluids going from the flat area to somewhere I didn't have before. \n\n I looked down and screamed then threw my boxers across the room and sat on the couch [looking at my hands](https://www.thewrap.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/AnnaKendrick.jpg) wondering what the hell was going on. The liquid was still felt in the area so I ran to my bathroom and wiped off everything very fast and let out a moan when I accidentally touched my new organ's \"sensitive area\". After a few hours of wondering what to do and sitting around I decided to see what it was like in this form. \n\n It probably wouldn't be good if I messed up the couch so I put a small towel under me and started moving my fingers around which made me let out a slight gasp at first. After a minute of feeling pretty good while my fingers went deeper there was an instant increase in pleasure, it made me throw my head back and grip the couch while my thin walls probably made the neighbors hear me... they probably thought I was watching porn. After I felt a release of fluids I didn't feel the area anymore.. when I looked down I was my old self. I thought it was a dream but all the stuff was there and my fingers had the fluid on them. \n\n There was kind of a sorta sad feeling after I changed back but I was alone so I wanted to see something. That day I changed back and forth a few times, the curse was pretty cool then but it didn't last. About two weeks in I was at a gym with a girl I had met and went to take a shower while in my girl form. The woman stayed back and surprised me in the shower, she asked if I wanted to do anything since she noticed me looking at her a few times during our new friendship. I was gonna but I remembered my curse so I thought I'd tell her, I [told her](https://images.gutefrage.net/media/fragen/bilder/frisur-von-anna-kendrick-steht-sie-mir/1_big.jpg?v=1381777163000) but she didn't believe me. \n\n I decided to show her so I started putting my fingers in and she looked away weirded out by how crazy I sounded. After I felt my release I showed her her and said \"see?\" But my voice was the same, I looked at my hand and [freaked out](https://m.imgur.com/gallery/RZyKszy) when it didn't change back. She just said it probably wouldn't work out and left, I wondered if I was actually a crazy woman for an evening until I went home and the people who I lived with didn't know who I was. I had to find my friend and convince her who I was, after some talking she believed me. \n\n We talked for a while until she asked what would happen if I got pregnant... then it hit me, during wet dreams I'd be able to easily get myself pregnant... I got so fucking scared and ran out the door to a pharmacy to get a pregnancy test before my friend could even get her keys to drive me. While looking at the shelf my friend walked up and I [looked over at her](http://37.media.tumblr.com/4e78bcbe19a31541b1e026c7719be6e2/tumblr_n6psh6MPUe1rfo1vco3_250.gif) and told her I didn't know which one to get. She bought me a few of them from different brands and took me home, I did them all and set them up on the counter while I waited on the toilet with both lids down. \n\n After a few minutes I checked them all and looked forward [while crying](https://68.media.tumblr.com/52e76ddbb77950eaa122271d08187f45/tumblr_inline_nn16v6bg5B1r4eyck_500.gif) then I stayed there while my friend knocked. She opened the door after a few seconds and saw me sitting on the toilet with my head in my hands with all the pregnancy tests surrounding me. She told me it'd be alright when she saw the results but I asked how it'd be ok when I was gonna have a mutant baby made by two beings with the same DNA. She said I could get an abortion but I told her I couldn't since I didn't have an ID or legal status since I was in a magically created form, as soon as I'd try they'd probably turn me away or even have me put... somewhere, probably Mexico or Canada since I didn't exist anywhere technically. \n\n It's been months and my friend has taken care of me even through my bad days, she lives with family but I made up a sad story so it was alright for me to stay. Yesterday I watched a pregnancy video and [reacted bad to it](https://m.imgur.com/TNjlGJD) since it looked horrible, I couldn't even get past the first few minutes. I'm so fucking scared and there's nothing I can do! I hate when people want to touch my stomach, I hate the kicks, I hate feeling like I'm going insane, and I'm gonna have my new organ ruined after it all. I'm definitely giving the kid up cause I can't care for it... other than that I have no idea if I'll ever be able to change back again. I'm so screwed..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are ecstatic to find that you are in the body of your crush. Less ecstatic to find that you can hear her.
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"content": "My body quivered as I struggled to regain my breath. My hand massaged my sore pussy. Cumming as a woman was a completely different experience. I had to start slower and it took longer, but when I finally climaxed… Wow! I felt every muscle in her body (or I guess my body) clench down and then erupt in pleasure. Shockwave after shockwave shot out from between my legs and rocketed through every nerve. And the moaning! Fuck, hearing my new voice as I got closer to the edge just made the whole experience that much more explosive. I didn’t even feel the involuntary moans escape my throat; it was as if they were just echoing through my head.\n\nI came a full minute ago and was still struggling to gather up the strength to open my eyes. Eventually, my lids cracked open, and I propped myself up on my elbows to look over my new body once again, in the mirror on the wall opposite the bed. My brown hair flowed down over my shoulders, messy from the passion I put myself through. My skin glistened with the sweat I had built myself into. My breasts, God, how much more amazing they looked than I ever imagined they would. Full, tan, and with small, erect nipples. My eyes traced down my new, hard abs and followed the “V” of my hips down to my vagina. Looking at my new body in the mirror wasn’t all that strange, but looking down and finding only a pair of soft, pink folds between my own smooth thighs would take some getting used to. I rubbed it again, still sore from masturbating so intensely.\n\nI was confused when I had woken up this morning in an unfamiliar room. I was shocked when I looked in the mirror and Sarah was looking back at me! We had worked in the same department for years, but unfortunately, our work friendship never turned into anything other than that. Now, here I was, looking at the world from behind her eyes. Feeling everything through her skin. I was the one controlling her actions. I was a little ashamed of myself as I began to strip and explore her naked body, but I quickly became so aroused, I couldn’t keep my hands from venturing between my legs.\n\nI was beginning to realize this wasn’t a dream as I pulled myself out of bed. I slipped on Sarah’s robe and began to look around for any clues as to what was going on. Nothing immediately became obvious. A voice somewhere beyond my consciousness seemed to suggest I was thirsty for tea. It was an odd sensation, like it was a though not my own. I just chalked it up to some difference in a woman’s physiology as I prepared some hot tea.\n\nSarah’s couch was comfortable. I sank into it as I waited for the water to boil. And with a sigh, I felt my hard nipples brush against the fabric of my robe. I slid my hand underneath and squeezed a handful of my new breast. My eyes closed as I kneaded and I began to get aroused again.\n\n*Why the hell am I so horny this morning?*\n\nThat thought was definitely not mine. I was still thinking in my own voice, but that definitely sounded like Sarah. I opened my robe, exposing my body, and looked down my figure. Looking at my big tits, flat stomach, and tight cunt I began to get feel myself get wet again. My fingers teased my own skin, heading down my abs. Instinctively, my legs spread and my index finger pressed against my swollen clit. I bucked my hips into my hand.\n\n*Am I really masturbating again?* The voice echoed from somewhere beyond my consciousness. My kettle began to whistle.\n\n*Mmmm, that really hits the spot* As I enjoyed my first sip. *Hopefully this will help me relax some.*\n\nWas this really Sarah I was hearing? I tightened the robe a bit, a little embarrassed at the thought Sarah just experienced everything I’ve been doing with her body. She didn’t seem to sense me at all though. Did she even realize she wasn’t in control?\n\nI thought maybe a cold shower would help. Her thoughts seemed to indicate I had the right idea as I headed for her bathroom. Shedding the robe was difficult. I tried to avoid staring at her pump boobs, but she still noticed.\n\n*God, my tits sure do look spectacular today, fuck I don’t remember ever being this impressed with myself!* I struggled to fight the growing feelings of arousal. It felt wrong. Whether I wanted to fuck her or not, Sarah was still a friend, and my mind was torn between touching her body or trying to do what I thought was the “right thing.”\n\nSarah kept an enormous dildo, shaped like a giant, veiny cock, right on the shower ledge. *There you are hot stuff* She thought. Is it ok to masturbate again if she wants it, I wondered? As I turned on the water and watched it trace lines down her body we both started thinking about what that dildo would feel like inside her pussy. I picked it up. It was heavy in her hand. I squeezed it tight. It was firm in her grip. I didn’t even realize my other hand was playing with her nipples again.\n\n*I want to fuck myself so badly right now…* Her voice was getting desperate. I traced the hard rubber down her stomach. Her breath, or my breath, I’m not sure which, quickened. I rubbed the tip against her clit and felt waves of pleasure starting to ripple out from her groin. *Come on big boy, fuck me good today.* It was too much for me now. I was horny, she was horny. And I knew this big dick would satisfy both of us. With almost no hesitation I plunged the dildo into her body.\n\n“Ow! Motherfucker!” I yelled. I felt her groan in pain too. I forgot I had to be more gentle with her body. With one hand gripping the shower wall for support and the other wrapped around the rubber member inside her, I slowly pulled it back out. \n\nThe cool water felt good on her cunt. I began teasing her opening with the tip now. This felt much better. I heard Sarah moan in pleasure. Each moan louder than her last until we were both ready for me to try sliding the dick back inside. I felt her walls slowly expand as the dildo slipped in. Her body was now welcoming it. And it kept going in! I was shocked, and frankly pretty aroused, at how much of the giant cock she was able to take in. She sighed and started rambling, asking to get fucked again. I worked the cock into a slow rhythm. It felt glorious! Watching her breasts rise and fall, her stomach tighten and relax, and her pussy lips grip the shaft so tightly set my mind ablaze with lust. I wanted to make her cum even harder than earlier this morning.\n\n*Fuck me Cameron, fuck me, fuck me so hard…*\n\nCameron?! She kept repeating the name. Who the fuck was Cameron. It made me pause momentarily, to Sarah’s displeasure.\n\n*Come on, I’m so fucking horny I want to cum!* She protested, a little frustrated that she didn’t understand why she couldn’t control her own wrist.\n\nA quick glance down at her body was enough to get me going again. We both sighed in pleasure as the cock worked up to a faster speed now. But it wasn’t long before her mind got in the way of my pleasure again.\n\n*Take me over your fucking desk* What the hell? *Oh, Cameron, your cock feels too good.* Back to that fucker again? Now, I was beginning to see what she was imagining. No, not imagining, these images were a memory. A dark office, she was face down on a desk, white knuckles in front of her gripping the edge, and a constant thrusting from behind. Thinking of Sarah fucking another man made it harder to keep going, but every time I slowed she protested. \n\n*I want you to cum in my mouth. I love the taste of your cock.* I watched her memory as she climbed off the desk and there was Cameron. That motherfucker from the IT department, with his big, stupid cock poking out of his fly, grinning at her. No, I don’t want to see this. She dropped to her knees, wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft, and leaned towards him. Fuck this shit. I tried to drive the memories out by playing with her body. I clawed at her tits and squeezed her ass, but this only seemed to encourage her. Sarah’s voice was begging Cameron to let her cum as the memory played back, and from her point of view, I watched her wrap her lips around his dick and start sucking.\n\n“Fuck this!” I ripped the dildo out of her and threw it at the shower wall. Sarah’s mind protested something fierce, but at least the memory stopped playing. I collapsed on the shower floor, angry she was fucking that loser, and frustrated because her body was still so horny.\n\n*What the hell is wrong with me?* She started to cry. *This morning is so utterly fucked!* She seemed to have genuine feelings for Cameron. We sat in the tub for about five minutes, letting the water wash over us. I was unsure what to do next. Then I heard her phone ring outside.\n\nOf course I felt her wonder who it was and felt her desire to want to get up and check. I obliged, pulled her naked body off the shower floor, stepped out, wrapped her in a towel, and opened the door. I got her there too late. I checked and we both saw she had one missed call from Cameron. I’m not proud of what I did next.\n\nI had Sarah drop her towel and stood in front of her full length mirror. *This will perk his cock up.* Her confidence began to return as I admired her naked body and held up her phone. I took a few pictures until we had some we were both pleased with. I scrolled through her contacts until I found the name I was looking for. Then, selecting my own name, I sent all the photos we just took.\n\n*NO! What the hell did I just do?!* I felt her embarrassment, confusion, anger all at once. I didn’t care. *No, I should text him, no, CALL him, tell him just to delete them without looking at them. He’ll do that, he’s a nice guy. It was just an accident.* Ha, nice guy my ass. She became more bewildered when her body wouldn’t respond to her wishes and simply put the phone back down. *Oh God, what is he going to think? This is going to make working with him impossible.* I didn’t give a fuck any more. I had her climb into bed. I was hoping she would just fall asleep and I’d be sent back to my own body."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] In a free use world, a brother does everything to protect his little sister - because he wants her all to himself.
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"content": "> Warning: Contains Sleep Molestation, Incest, and Locked Doors.\n\n*Finally, home...*\n\nI turn the key twice in the lock to open the door. Inside, Erika was sitting at the coffee table, drinking her favorite blend of Jasmine Tea in her yellow shirt and her short, red skirt. Her smile showed me that despite the doubts, despite the hardships I faced, it all was still worth it.\n\n\"Ah, home already? How was work?\" She asked me cheerfully as I fetched myself a glass of milk.\n\n*Messed up as it always is in this dystopia*, I thought to myself. But while I hated the way the world worked, I knew that I was alone on that front. \"I was again the most productive worker, most were busy fucking each other all day, only pretending to work.\"\n\n\"Good for you, Erik. I hope it is not too much of a bother to keep me here.\" My sister said, looking at the iron bars on the windows, the curtains which were constantly closed, and then back to me.\n\n\"A bother? No, a bother is that the world thinks that just because you are a woman, you need to be abused, that just because they are male, you need to submit to them. How people have lost their minds, that forcing themselves onto innocent people has gotten the norm! I can't stand how there is no logic in this world besides the need for sex for men! That the only role of females is that they are bred by anyone... That is a bother!\" I talked myself into a frenzy, and slammed my hands on the table in frustration, so annoyed was I with the changes this world has gone through.\n\nAs I looked up, I saw Erika, wincing as she had her eyes shut. her hands were shaky and she looked very, very uncomforable. I had overstepped, once more. \"Erika, I am sorry. It is just that... No, sorry, I should not have gotten that loud. It is not your fault, after all.\"\n\nShe nodded, and added quietly: \"I know... You try your best, and this can get quite bothersome... I just want you to know that if anything has changed, please tell me. I do not want to be a bother to you if you can't do it.\" A yawn now escaped her lips. \"Sorry, I have been up for quite a while, I think I will head for an early night, okay?\"\n\nI nodded and turned aside, watching the news as the evening program started.\n\n********\n\n*Oh, who am I kidding. I am no different than those freaks outside...*\n\nThis thought entered my mind as I started locking door for door, as was normal in the night routine. I made sure that no matter the entry point, no intruder would be able to get to my sister. I moved to lock every door, except for one: The one seperating my sister's bedroom with mine.\n\nI quietly entered her room, and was greeted with a beautiful sight. The warm summer and lack of ventilation through the window resulted in Erika, laying nude and uncovered on her bed, her sheets tossed aside on the ground. The dim moonlight, blocked by the curtains, let only the faintest hint at the sight, but that was enough for me.\n\n*Oh, Erika... With a sight such as you, who needs vacations, who needs sightseeing tours...* I admired her for a while, as she laid on her stomach, her rather stacked chest acting as cushions, her plump body not only giving her a bigger stature, but also resulting in equally, if not moreso plump ass cheeks. Her thighs lacked any thigh gap, but instead there was meat on those legs. Back in the olden days, I would have naught a fear for her to be taken, ravaged by another man. But here, now? In this world, I could not trust a single man with keeping off of her. Not even I myself was different, no matter how highly I wanted to think of me...\n\nI undressed to naught but my undies, and laid on the bed, beside her. For a while, I thought of doing nothing but to listening to her soft breaths as she slept through the night. I admired her head, buried half in the pillow, her soft skin, paler than mine due to lack of exposure to the sun, but my head urged me onwards, my loins asking for more.\n\nI would not give it to them. I had made that mistake once more, and blood paid the price. Yes, Erika was a virgin no more, and I was the deflowerer. She could not know, after all, it happened in her sleep. This is another reason why she could never go out again. Not only would she be the subject of depravity not caring for the girl controlling that body, she'd also find out the truth about this, about me. No, I would not penetrate her.\n\nI pushed apart her legs and laid behind her. Her lovely little lips greeted me, and I went to work. At worst, I would give myself the satisfaction without penetrating her, at best she would have the sweetest of dreams. And with that in mind, I licked away, twirling my toungue around the outer perimeter, only occasionally inching closer and closer. Rushing this would do nary a good thing, and it was not about me, it was about her. Yet, despite my unwillingness to hurry along, I soon found myself doing little more than licking the slit of hers, lapping up any fluids that escaped her. It was intoxicating in many ways, and I could do no better than to give in to my desires and lick faster, dig my tongue deeper inside.\n\nI was caressing her folds, my action being rewarded with the quickened breath of hers and the fluids escaping hers when she shook like a leaf. Nothing unusual, she just came. However, unlike the usual, I could not stop, and licked more and more. This was, to my surprise, bemet not with breathing alone, but with a gasp: \"Ah!\", a rather short gasp, but it made me stop, pull away and wait for what happened next. Soon, the faint, calm breath of sleep came back, with a small snoring of sorts mixed in. She had fallen asleep once more, or never had woken up in the first place.\n\nI saw my job as done, boundaries as overstepped, and thus slowly and silently retreated into my bedroom. I closed the door between us, and laid into my bed, where I slowly fell into a dream of family and fornication...\n\n********\n\nI awoke, and got dressed to the bare minimum before unlocking the doors. After trying to unlock the door to my sister's room, I noticed I had kept it unlocked, and open at that. It was open little more than a crack, but it was open nonetheless. I knocked on the door.\n\n\"Erika, wake up! A new day has started, and I got today off! That means we can play cards together, right?\" I called inside.\n\n\"-Oh! Yes, I am coming in a second!\" She said, rather surprised to hear me, but not startled awake like she just woke up.\n\n\"No need to rush, I need to get dressed too.\" I said, and started doing that. Afterwards, I sat at the coffee table and cooked up some Jasmine Tea for her. She came in, wearing a sweater over her shirt and long jeans. She sat on the far end of the table, instead of the place next to me where I had put the tea.\n\nShe answered my questioning look while stammering and looking aside: \"W-well, we wanted to play cards, right? And you should sit on opposite sides when playing cards, as to not peek into the other's hand, and you suggested a game of cards, so I sat on this side.\"\n\nI nodded quietly, and gave her the tea. She looked like she had not slept much, and the tea could help her. I then turned my attention to the shuffling of the deck, only to quickly be interrupted by a loud \"Aaah!\" In her shakiness, she had accidentally poured the hot tea over her clothes. She rushed into her rooms to change clothes, and I heard swears escape the room.\n\n\"Everything okay?\"\n\n\"^^Shit, ^^I ^^got ^^no ^^other ^^jeans... Erik? Is it okay if we can not play cards today? I don't think I feel well, and I have no more trousers to wear.\" She asked hesitantly.\n\n\"Wait, why don't you wear a skirt like always then? You rarely wear trousers in the first place an-\"\n\n\"I can't!\" She replied in a cry.\n\nI had to face it, something changed with her, and it was something I could not just ignore. I was her brother above all, and if she felt too uncomfortable about something with me, I really need to work it out.\n\nI sighed, and tried to sound as calm and friendly as I could. \"Listen... Erina, I am going outside for a moment to get you new pants... After that, do you mind if we talked for a second; even from door to door if we have to?\"\n\nAfter what felt for too long, a faint \"Okay...\" made me feel better. I replied a \"Be right back!\" and left the house, closing the door in the process."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A girl has almost every detail about her under the control of somebody she doesn't know about. They appear to have a small crush.
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"content": "\nSarah Collins burst out of the restroom, and ran down the hallway. Feeling the massive bouncing of her breasts and ass was surreal for her, but she tried to ignore it. The men around her didn't do so.\n\nSarah was running to her dorm to find her dormmate, Brooke to get her to help fix her.\n\n\"Brooke!\" Sarah said as she burst into her dorm and saw Brooke sitting on the couch calmly and holding her necklace. \n\n\"Woah!\" Brooke said. \"Those tits! I didn't know you had them that big!\"\n\n\"I don't! They became this way!\"\n\n\"So you got a boobjob?\"\n\n\"No! It's. ..ugh..I DON'T KNOW.\"\n\n\"Okay. Just calm down. Tell me everything. \"\n\n\"Alright.....This morning, I woke up to have my hands stuck to my breasts. I literally just woke ip to my hands already there, and they wouldn't come off no matter what I did! They just kepy fondling them and shaking them around. It was only after 4 minutes did it let me go.\"\n\n\"How did that happen?\"\n\n\"No idea. So, just 3 minutes ago I was in class. But suddenly, I feel a warmth under my ass. I excused myself to the restroom, and went on in. When I leaned my butt in the mirror.....I saw that it was growing!\"\n\n\"What??\"\n\n\"Really! My ass was inflating. Pretty soon it had become a bubble. It even fucking bounced!!\nAnd just when I was about to scream, my tits started growing too.\"\n\n\"I see that.\"\n\n\"Look at these!\" Sarah cupped her breasts. \"I can't ever run again!\"\n\n\"Your ass is like this too?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" Sarah said.\nShe turned and stuck her butt towards Brooke. She cringed as her butt also jiggled.\n\n\"Wow. Glad I convinced you to wear yoga pants. They'll be knocking down your door to eat that.\"\n\n\"This isn't funny, Brooke!\" Sarah said as she turned to face Brooke angrily. \n\"Someone is controlling my body! I don't know who it is, but it must be some guy who knows me. It's probably that kid at the gym that keeps checking me out. He looked like a voodoo typ-AAAAAAAHH!!!\"\n\nSarah had looked down and seen that all of her clothes had disappeared off her body.\n\nSarah raced around to close the curtains to hide her new attributes, shocking and arousing at least 2 college kids at the same time.\n\n\"Very bouncy indeed.\" said Brooke.\n\n\"What is wrong with you Brooke? Some sick man is controlling me against my will, and you're making jokes!\"\n\n\"How do you know it's a man? Maybe it's a woman. It would probably be better then, since you like girls too.\"\n\n\"What? I don't like gir-\"\n\n\"You like girls, Sarah.\" Brooke said as she pressed a finger onto her necklace.\n\n\"Uh...mm...well I never really gave girls a shot.\"\n\n\"Always here for you, Bouncy.\" Brooke said as she went to her room, getting a handful of Sarah's ass along the way.\n\nSarah was sorta surprised at first. Then, she followed Brooke into her room.\n\n\"Thank fuck for voodoo.\" said Brooke as she closed the door behind them."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Write about an experience in a world where sex is used as a way to celebrate, to cheer each other up, as a greeting... basically any interaction is a good excuse to get it on.
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"content": "I fan myself with a piece of paperwork. It is hot and stuffy in my office over the factory floor. I really should be going through applications, we are short on labor after all and the interviews will start soon. There is a knock on the door. Speak of the devil.\n\n\n“Come in.” I hollar.\n\n\nThe door opens and a cute black girl comes in. \n\n\n“Hi. I'm Kayla, I'm here for an interview.” she says with a pretty smile. \n\n\nI casually check her out. She is wearing jeans and a green blouse but looks the type to normally wear basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Her legs aren't cut with muscles but look firm and fit against her jeans. She has moderate tits. Wouldn't be a bad change of scenery from all the dudes.\n\n\n“Of course. Come on in.”\n\n\nI stand and walk around my desk as she closes the door behind her. Kayla walks to me and shakes my hand. “Nice to meet you. How do you want to do it?” she says formally.\n\n\nI start to undo my pants. “Umm.. just bend over the desk?”\n\n\n“Sure.” Kayla says. She moves to my desk and faces it while she wiggles her jeans down her hips. “I'm very excited. I've been looking for a good fit for me and this seems like just the place.”\n\n\nI eye her freshly revealed caramel ass while dropping my own pants. “Do you have any experience in a factory?”\n\n\nI step behind her and flop my cock between her firm ass cheeks. Despite having fucked several times that morning, I already have a semi as I appreciate her toned body up close.\n\n\nKayla rocks back against me, caressing my cock in her crack. “I don't. But I've worked in freight loading for quite a while.\n\n\nI grunt, partly in acknowledgement and partly in pleasure as my erection becomes full against her ass. Kayla must feel it because she giggles softly.\n\n\nI take a step back and stroke myself. “So lots of lifting, lots of repetitive motion?”\n\n\n“That's right.” Kayla leans forward on the desk, her chest resting on the surface. Then she reaches both hands behind her and spreads her ass and thighs. “As you can see..” She looks over her shoulder coyly. “I'm in very good condition for physical work.”\n\nI lick my lips as I get a glimpse of her slit, the pink of her folds vibrant against her dark skin. My cock throbs in my hand as I notice she is glistening with wetness. Everyone fucks out of courtesy, but it's always good when both people are going to really enjoy it.\n\n\n“I can see that.” I comment, moving close behind Kayla. I place a hand on her hip and use the other to guide my tip to her entrance. “So why'd you leave?”\n\n\nKayla gasps as I enter her. Her pussy is even wetter than I thought and God she is tight. I watch as my dick slowly disappears inside her.\n\n\n“I...The..” She clears her throat and tries to maintain a professional voice as my dick moves inside her. “The hours just weren’t ideal for me. I could only get on the night shiffff…..SHIT!” she cries out as I slide my full length into her, my crotch pressing against her firm ass.\n\n\nI take a deep breath and keep my dick fully inside her tight pussy. I am loving how she clenches down on every inch. I fight off a groan and try to proceed.\n\n\n“You're in luck. We have several… ahh fuck.” I stutter. Kayla has impatiently started to grind against me. Her pussy slides up and down my shaft. “Sss several spots open on the day crew.”\n\n\nI feel ready to explode and thrust into her repeatedly, her pussy massaging my trembling head and shaft. Kayla’s hands leave her ass to grip the edge of the desk as I fuck her. My hands quickly take their place and keep her spread open while I keep pounding her pussy.\n\n\n“Oh god that's good!” She pants, her brown ass now bouncing in rhythm to my thrusts. “The day shift is perfect for me!.”\n\n\nKayla feels so amazing and I want nothing more than to cum all over her. My breathing is hard as I try to fuck her and finish the interview.\n\n\n“So Kayla,” I feel my balls smacking against her clit, my hips picking up speed. “When can you start coming to work?” I ask through clenched teeth. Damn I am so close.\n\n\n“Right now, right now. I can come right now!” Kayla moans out loudly, her voice filling my small office. \n\n\nAnd she does. Her pussy clamps down on my pulsing cock, squeezing it tight as I continue to fuck her. She presses her cheek to the smooth surface of my desk, her eyes closed, her lips parted. Her ass trembles under my hands as her body shakes violently. I grip her tighter and work to maintain my pace in her tightening pussy. I feel wetness drip down my balls and that sends me over the edge.\n\n\n“Yessss!” I exhale with a groan of pleasure and pull my dick from her quivering hole. I rapidly stroke myself for a moment and then buck my hips. My climax hits me, making me sway on my feet, and I cum onto Kayla’s ass and thighs. It is very satisfying to see my jizz fall across her cheeks and crack. \n\n\nWe are silent for a few moments of bliss and then I grab my pants and walk back around my desk. I pause to look at Kayla still bent over it. She smiles sweetly and straightens up. She squats down and pulls her sex towel from her jeans pocket while I take mine from my desk. We clean ourselves of each other's cum then dress.\n\n\nKayla now looks a bit nervous. “So, did I get the job.”\n\n\nI sit down and grin. “Yeah. You got it.”\n\n\nHer face lights up. “Oh thank you very much sir.”\n\n\n“Sure thing.” I point a finger at her. “But you better be able to keep up. If you can really start immediately..” Kayla blushes. “Come in tomorrow at 8. You'll have a performance review in a month.”\n\n\nShe looks at me suggestively. “I look forward to it sir. I won't let you down.”\n\n\nI adjust my crotch as she leaves. I was looking forward to it too."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A new technology is able to generate electricity from orgasms. Describe the design of a power plant designed to harvest electricity using this technology, and what it is like to work there.
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"content": "The stainless steel walls of the Sexual Orgasm Nexus Generation Station (SONGS) gleamed with that high-sheen that only came from relentless cleaning and buffing. Mike was glad that his job here didn't entail cleaning, but he *was* grateful for his job. *Who wouldn't want to get paid for fucking?\" he pondered as he waived to Bruce and Vincent.\n\nHis coworkers had just entered the building at the central hub, from there it branched out into four hallways. The building looked like a giant \"X\" from above. Bruce and Vincent worked over in the west wing. It wasn't Mike's cup of tea, what went on in the west wing, but he couldn't fault them for it either. \n\nThe pair gave Mike hearty high-fives with more exuberance than most men who showed up for work. \n\n\"You know,\" Mike joked, \"I never thought I'd see guys who enjoyed getting fucked in the ass so much by their job!\"\n\nAll three laughed heartily, but Vince held his hands up in defense. \"Don't look at me, Bruce is a bottom. I'm always on top!\"\n\n\"Well, you two have a good shift. I'm gonna go stay on top of whatever workload I have today.\"\n\nBruce nodded, \"Fuckin' strait! You ain't been assigned a regular yet?\"\n\nMike shook his head against it, \"Nah, variety is the spice of life.\"\n\nVince smiled, \"Well you enjoy that, for us this is couples therapy.\" \n\nThe duo headed off to the west wing, or \"Boy's Town\" as it was jokingly called. Each wing catered to personal preferences, just so everyone was most comfortable in their element. The south wing, or \"the Fish Market\", was strictly for the ladies who loved ladies. *Bitches make too much money here,* he kept the thought to himself. Lesbians were worth their weight in gold at SONGS as they could go for ours on multiple climaxes. So they were paid extra to keep the output high. \n\nThe east wing was \"Fetish Den\", a place Mike always considered a bit dark for his own tastes. It catered to things beyond what he considered fun, beyond the basics: hardcore BSDM, cutting, Trannies, and all manner of deeper perversion. Light fetish stuff was allowed anywhere, but if you were going to take it above and beyond, east wing was your destination. \n\nMike's assigned place of work was the Peter North Memorial wing, aptly located in the north hall. It was where the straights hung out. Well, the bulk of it was straight. Bi stuff could fly up in the north wing, as well as straight/bi orgies. \n\nJust inside the north wing, Mike passed through the routine Medical screener. His results would be out by the time he left the locker room. In the locker room he passed a handful of folks he barely knew. Most of the men in North were his competition so he really didn't bother much with them. Mike stuffed his civilian attire into his locker and wrapped his Climax Accumulator Belt (CAB) around his waist. \n\nMike was good at his job and knew the tricks of the trade. For straight men, it was like mining more than shooting. Even the heartiest of men had limits to their refractory period and only a fool focused on his own output. Newbies here were always bragging about how much they could nut in an hour or two and the fools went home with lighter paychecks for it. No, for Mike it was how many orgasms he could tease out of his partner. Sure, she'd make more per her orgasm than he would, but the partners got paid 50 cents on the dollar for their partner's orgasm. It paid to get them off more than him and he'd still take time to satisfy himself, just not as often as the young fools. \n\nHe walked up to the exit door and placed his palm on the sensor. It chimed and flashed a low-green, indicating his medical screening was clear. \"Time to get to work.\" \n\nA cold hand slapped him on the ass, \"Go get em tiger!\" It was Eddie.\n\n\"Jesus, Eddie. Cut it out, you sure you don't want to be workin' in Boy's Town?\"\n\n\"Oh relax tight-ass, it's just locker room jackassery. Who'd ya pull today?\" He pointed to a waiting keycard in the dispenser. \n\nMike pulled it out and looked at the image imprint, \"Jackpot. 'Amber'.\"\n\nEddie groaned, \"Some guys have all the luck! Hit that shit once for me, will ya. My luck I'll get Bernice again. God that woman needs to wash up better.\" \n\nMike looked over at Eddie, \"I hear the same about you, Mr Funky Sack.\" As he walked passed the doorway and into the hall, he caught a glimpse of Eddie trying to sniff his own crotch. It made him chuckle. Five doors down on his left, Mike pressed his keycard into the slot opening the doorway. Amber was waiting inside already, laying coyly on the bed. \n\nThe woman was one of the most desired and respected workers in SONGS. She was easy to climax and easy on the eyes, she also was very artful with her coworkers. Mike was not sure who he impressed to pull this particular booty duty. \n\nAmber smiled from behind green eyes, her svelte form covered in a sheer teddy. Most didn't bother with foreplay or attire, unless they were working a cosplay corridor, but Amber still put forth the effort. \"Ah, my personal request went through.\"\n\n\"Your what?\"\n\n\"All your partners talk about you Mikey. Word gets around the watercooler in the ladies locker room. I put in a request for you, by name.\"\n\nHe was shocked, impressed, and slightly embarrassed, \"We can do that?\"\n\n\"Well, if you're employee of the month you can,\" she winked. Her fire red hair drooped in front of her eyes and she kissed the air. The woman knew how to build a man up with but a smile. \n\nMike nodded, \"Very well, I'm honored. Any thing I should know before we start our shift? Preferences? Turn-offs?\"\n\nShe parted the teddy, exposing her firm, supple navel. The CAB was only slightly distracting. \"Explore away,\" she ordered.\n\nHe grinned greedily and approached her confidently, \"Time to put in the hours.\"\n\n\"You'd better,\" she winked and bit her lower lip. \n\nMike ran his fingers along her leg, tapping gently as he traced up the path to her fertile valley. He could see her leg turn to gooseflesh as he navigated his way along. Amber squirmed slightly with a faint giggle. Mike climbed into the bed and rested his palms beside her. He leaned in and kissed her neck, then worked down her collar bone, between her ample bosom, down the part of the teddy, stopping just above her panties. He gently pushed her onto her back, then nibbled on her hips. She squirmed again, her CAB glowing softly. She wasn't cumming yet, but the indicator let him know he was doing the right things. \n\nHer moans didn't hurt for indication either. Mike forcefully rolled her over on her stomach and playfully bit at her ass cheeks. More twitching on her part, more glowing on the belt's. \n\nHe slipped his fingers under the sides of her lace panties and extracted them, discarding them to the floor. His tongue traced the curve of her butt where it met her legs. Her legs kicked out slightly and her perfect ass arched into the air, presenting her already warm and wet crevasse like a finely presented meal. Amber smelled far sweeter than most down below. Mike could feel his tongue watering in anticipation. \n\nPlacing his hands around her legs, he hoisted her up onto his shoulders. Her slender thighs wrapped around his neck as he dove face first into her muff. The thick muscle between his teeth wagged up and down, licking slowly at first, tracing a pattern across her labia and clitoris. Within moments her belt flashed visibly against his chest and she quaked and quivered. A soft bell chimed in the ceiling, indicating successful energy upload. \n\nMike ignored it and kept working. Meanwhile Amber recovered from the initial impulse and began working his manhood with her hands. He could feel here tracing her own tongue along the tip of his thick mushroom head, not yet enveloping it in her lips. \"Careful, not yet,\" he cautioned her. \n\n\"I know,\" she whispered. His wet his fingers in her warmth and began to play with her asshole as he continued to lick. \"Oh, I like that,\" she concurred. Mike said nothing and slid a wet fingers into her her rear. She moaned again as he stimulated both orifices. The glow of her belt increased steadily as he picked up the pace of probing. Again it flashed and the room chimed. \n\n\"Two for two,\" she cooed. \"How long before it's your turn?\"\n\n\"At least five more,\" he chuckled. \"Today's just starting.\"\n\n\n\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After changing you into a girl, the witch told your male roommate a secret: The more cum you consume, the hornier you'll get. He's been secretly using this to his advantage.
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"content": " That fucking asshole, he's lucky I wasn't bleeding when he admitted the truth cause I would've stomped on his testicles before I went to the bathroom to puke. I've been stuck this way for two months and the end of the first one I hurt my hand on someone's face. I don't think I'll ever get over it since I'm still disgusted, I don't care if other people are into it... they can do whatever and I don't judge. But I don't want anything of a guy's inside of me... especially my fucking throat. \n\n It started when I got a curse, I didn't like my body before and my new body at this point still isn't bad but the bottles of mouthwash I've had at this point isn't enough. The witch that did this to me was sort of crazy... she probably was having a bad day. I saw her at a bar, I had saved up enough money to be able to go for a few drinks that week. While I was there I happened to look over at an attractive woman, she accused me of staring and told me I was a pervert. It was just a glance and she freaked out... even the bartender saw me when I looked and was on my side. \n\n She told me I'd wake up in a form that I would probably enjoy then stormed off. The bartender talked to me for a second since there wasn't a lot of people at the bar. He was pretty funny and gave me a free drink for having to deal with the crazy woman. When I got home I went to sleep on my couch, I fell asleep better than I ever did before. I woke up and felt so odd, my head felt light and my chest and... pretty much everywhere felt like they weren't mine. There was a headache so I ignored it and went to go to the bathroom. I slid my boxers down when I walked in the bathroom and stretched my arms. \n\n When I started peeing I felt it all go down my leg and since I was half asleep I looked past my chest that was sticking out to see my soaked hairless legs. I was so out of it I just sat down then it hit me, I [felt my chest](https://az616578.vo.msecnd.net/files/2016/11/06/636140577688797561-997147506_tumblr_nejqq2V8ZD1rt5ctno2_250.gif) and freaked out. After finishing going to the bathroom I cleaned my leg off and stared in the mirror, I was breathing so heavily and ended up screaming. Luckily the people I lived with weren't home and I ended up taking a shower, while the water was on me I tried putting my finger in my new organ and gasped with a slight smile but it was so weird so I wasn't gonna do any more than that at the moment. After the shower I [walked out with a towel around me](http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/26900000/Zooey-Deschanel-in-New-Girl-Naked-1-04-zooey-deschanel-26901872-500-281.jpg) and walked to a mirror. When I got to the mirror I [looked at myself in it](https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/84/0b/1c/840b1c8dbc25550120c5fba7957c9357.jpg) thinking I was at least pretty hot. \n\n I... didn't have much friends so I ended up [calling the guy from the bar](http://www.neonmag.fr/content/uploads/2014/08/Arrêtez-de-faire-votre-larve-sur-votre-canapé-la-rupture-ça-a-aussi-du-bon-vous-verrez-323580.jpg) since he was the first person that came to mind and he heard the woman curse me. It took some convincing but I got him to believe me, he asked if I was into guys and I shrugged then put the phone on speaker while looking up pictures online. A picture of Ryan Reynolds didn't make me feel anything and I thought if my new body was attracted to guys he'd be the guy to have an effect. A picture of some twitch girl made me sit up feeling my new organ get wet... my heartbeat went up and I started breathing a little heavy. It was... different so I wasn't used to any of it. \n\n My legs felt like they couldn't sit still and I ended up telling the guy I had to go and that I definitely wasn't into men. I dropped my phone on the couch and ran to my bedroom, I'd rather have had something to put in my new organ like one of those toys but I was a straight guy so I didn't have anything around. I just ended up using my fingers which was still pretty good, I didn't get a full back arch but I did breathe heavy and my hand gripped a bit harder than intended while I was playing with my chest. After a few minutes I felt the release but wasn't tired or anything so I tried again. I did a little better the second time and had to wash up afterwards. At that point I was starting to like the new body. \n\n I ended up getting dressed, then heading to the bar to see the guy. It was packed but I got in and [sat down](http://static.tvtome.com/images/genie_images/news_hub/uploaded/radiumgirlnews136372948652/NewGirl-Ep219_BoysNight-Sc14_1073.jpg) when a seat became available. He asked what I wanted and I told him who I was them he got me a free drink. It was the end of the night and I asked him what his living situation was, he asked why so I told him that I couldn't stay at my own apartment since I was different. He said I could stay there if I wanted, he could help me get some kind of identity or I could work at the bar. I decided on the bar and went home with him. He asked why I left the call so quickly and I told him the picture I looked up made me want to do things.\n\n In the morning I woke up and [talked to the guy](http://lifeinlingerie.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Screen-shot-2011-12-09-at-2.46.06-PM.png) when he walked in the room I was gonna have. Before I could never return to my apartment again he helped me move my things to my new room. That day he got me a job as a bartender and I thanked him then went in my room to get changed into some better looking clothes that he apparently had from past girlfriends. I walked out [buttoning my shirt](http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/kutgm5-l-610x610-shirt-new+girl-zooey+deschanel-jess+day-jessica+day-striped+shirt-bra.jpg) and he asked if I was sure I was only into women. I told him if a picture of Ryan Reynolds didn't get my new form started I doubted any other guy would then we both laughed. \n\n Work wasn't too hard but at one point I did see him talking to the witch, he told her to get out so she did then I asked what she said. He said she just sounded crazy and I believed him. When I got home I got some pajamas on and drank a glass of milk before [going to my room](http://assets.wwzd.ws/uploads/2013/10/jess-blue-check-plaid-pajamas.jpg) and laying in bed. The milk tasted so odd though... it wasn't as good as before, I already poured it though so I drank it. While laying in bed my chest felt sensitive and I felt so turned on, it started to make my new parts actually hurt. I had to use my fingers like three times just to get satisfied. At first I just thought my \"drive\" was increased due to my new body. \n\n The next day I woke up and felt odd, I felt lightheaded and I had a slight stomachache. I looked up the symptoms and face palmed when it said I had early symptoms for my time of the month. I walked out after getting dressed and the guy was eating breakfast, I got some cereal too and he said he liked having individual milk bottles so I should grab the one I drank from before. It was odd since I didn't drink from the bottle but I shrugged and poured some since it wasn't too much of a request. He asked how I felt and I [told him](http://cnd.vous.hu/img/inline/1446134365_jess.gif) how I felt. He asked what was wrong so I got annoyed and [told him what was wrong](https://68.media.tumblr.com/13bcc3c8d09c4c040b86b875f548c773/tumblr_n1u7x0jxyn1qgxmqno2_250.gif) then he got quiet. \n\n After the silence he asked how it felt so I [told him](http://stellar.ie/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/period11.gif) then he told a joke. That moment was the first sign my mind wasn't ready for the emotions, most women probably weren't as easy to upset but my mind wasn't used to the different chemicals. I ended up dropping my spoon in the cereal and [telling him to shut up](http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eNhZ1-dXEIw/UPOUblQmq-I/AAAAAAAACQQ/h2l69yPiiag/s1600/tumblr_mdh9zktwuG1qgjybho8_250.gif) while storming off. He looked confused and I felt bad for freaking out, he said he understood. For a few minutes I sat in my room until my new organ started getting so wet it started to hurt again. I hit the bed and thought it was another symptom, when I walked out I looked visibly uncomfortable and the guy asked if I was bleeding.\n\n I just shook my head and told him I was super turned on, he asked if he could help and I told him it wasn't the time to joke around. I spent the day in bed trying not to think about anything to turn myself on, I had to bite a pillow at some moments. When I had to use the bathroom I walked past the guy and he asked if I was alright and I told him I wasn't due to the mix of wanting to touch myself but not wanting to due to the pain I was feeling. He looked upset and kind of guilty then said there was some aspirin in the bathroom. I took a good amount then went to get a drink, he said I should drink water since he heard that was good somewhere online.\n\n It was odd and I was starting to suspect the milk but I didn't really want to say anything at the moment. The rest of the day I spent passed out since I didn't want to be awake during all the stuff that sucked. When I woke up there was blood on the bed and I ended up laying down for a second just feeling upset. I walked out in a robe and the guy walked up and [poked my side](http://new-img1.cosmochina.com.cn/cosmo/128/151/liHNJuAulhoqY.gif) asking if I felt better. I held my side and told him that it fucking hurt, he say the small amount of blood going down my leg and kept quiet. He asked how I felt and I told him to stop asking how I felt since it all was obviously bad then [told him what it felt like](https://media.tenor.com/images/94b977415cf529720b769f1d18a2c77c/tenor.gif) before storming into the bathroom to sit on the toilet. \n\nPart 1"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You gain the ability to increase the arousal/pleasure of anyone around you, at will, using only your mind. Making people randomly cum in public has gotten old, what other fun games can you play?
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"content": "I love the park, it's a great place to relax and read, and with my new powers I managed to keep it quiet...albeit some of the awkwardness got tired fast.\n\nThere was the group of guys loudly playing frisbee nearby, talking shit to one another. I Superman focused on them, you know the deal, tilting my glasses down so that I could look at them over the rim. Except it was more of a 'naughty librarian' look with me since I'm a woman, but whatever.\n\nI focused on the one about the receive the frisbee, and he nearly drops the disk, as he feels his erection suddenly spring to life in his pants. I leave him, and turn my attention to one of the guys holding the other in a headlock. The aggressor is soon shoving the headlocked guy away, his erection he becomes aware, MUCH too close to the other's face.\n\nThe game of frisbee ends soon after and they all leave. I smirk and tuck my glasses on top of my head and turn to focus on my book, sucking down some more of my iced coffee from the seat next to me.\n\nIt's when I have to pee that I finally move, and I head to the public bathrooms. I'd honed my ability to the point that I no longer really need to focus, just peer, bam, erection. Practicing on those guys from my college class had helped me hone it, as I didn't want to be caught staring at them while they got harder, harder, harder until they burst into uncontrolled need to fap and orgasm.\n\nThe women's bathroom, I see, is closed, and peering around I go and knock on the men's washroom.\n\n\"Hey, anyone in here? The women's is closed for repairs and I really need to go...\" I push the door open a crack, no answer save for the dripping of water from a sink. It smells clean at least, so probably not used often.\n\nAs I slip in, I decide to place the garbage can near the door, so I can quickly call out if someone comes in while I'm in there about my presence.\n\nI turn and a movement catches my eye as I step further into the bathroom, and I gasp, jump and look over.\n\nWhen my eyes meet my own I suddenly feel it, shit...I can feel it building...fuck....and unbidden I moan loudly into the echoing bathroom. I'd left my glasses tucked on top of my head, I was stuck in an endless loop.\n\nI could feel my clit pounding, incessantly begging for me to touch it, and my nipples were so sensitive...why was my bra so tight? I walked, helpless, towards the mirror, as I undo the buttons to my blouse, slide my hand in and pull out a breast, flicking the nipple helplessly, tweaking it. I even twisted it to the point that I would normally yelp in pain and stop, but instead I just moan louder, and feverishly stuff my hand down the front of my jeans.\n\nI squirm my fingers down, but it's all wrong, I know it is, and I need more. I withdraw my hand to flip open the button, rip down the zipper and push them down so that they fall just below my round, bubble of an ass. I rest my forehead against the mirror, my blue eyes locked to their twin, the mirror cool against my forehead.\n\nMindlessly I swirl my fingers against my pussy, the sensation increased dramatically with the help of my eye contact, and I'm slapping my tits, both now dangling over my bra as I feel the pain, but it instead sends sparks racing and coursing through my body, adding to the sensitivity and throbbing in my clit.\n\nJuices spurt out, and I squirt onto the wall of the public washroom, groaning helplessly. I can't stop though, and I keep stroking. Not even caring at the sound of the voices approaching the bathroom, the crunch of sneakers in the gravel as those guys I'd tried to send away with awkward erections approach the bathroom...\n\nI try to squeeze my eyes shut, to end the look but my body refuses, addicted already to my own gaze, trapped....until something breaks my gaze and I fear that the something...or someones...to do that are about to walk in....."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your robot bf/gf just arrived. The realism is beyond belief. Turn him/her on and......
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"content": "\"Ok... here we go..\" Dave says staring at the nearly 6 foot box in front of him. He looks around, and finds a tab that says *PULL HERE*. Dave grabs it, and pulls it slowly as a long strip releases from top to bottom, and the sides of the box collapse outwards revealing a large black box with a window to the face on the front. \n\nThe robot stands there still, eyes closed, and Dave can't believe how real it is. \"Holy shit, they weren't kidding about these things...\" he says to himself. He notices a button with a speaker above it, and presses it. A voice crackles on with a personal greeting and instructions in a female voice.\n\n Welcome, Dave!\n Your new woman has arrived, and we're excited to get you started. On \n the side of the box, you'll notice an instruction manual. *a panel opens \n revealing a thick owner's guide.* \n\n\"whoa..\" Dave says reaching for the book. The voice continues..\n\n Your robot has been configured with all of the options you set when you \n place the order. To open this box, simply open the front panel slowly using the \n handle. To activate her, grab her hand, and she will activate. In the event of an \n emergency, yell STOP in a raised voice and she will turn off immediately in place. \n Her vitals are transmitted to us where we monitor your robot's health. Should you \n need any repairs, someone will be dispatched immediately. Have fun, and enjoy!\n\nThe prompt ends, and Dave flips through the intimidating manual. It covers everything from her moods, to a section called 'Intimacy'. Dave puts the book on his table, and takes a deep breath, reaching for the handle. His mind races as he slowly pulls the door open revealing a fully realistic and anatomically correct nude robot. The robot is positioned on top of a box with outfits that came with it. He stares in awe at it for a moment and gets hard as he's fixated on her figure.\n\nDave grabs her hand gently, and she slowly wakes up as if she'd been sleeping. \"Oh!\" the cheery voice says, blushing. \"Nice to meet you!\". Dave zones out staring at her figure, perky DD tits, hairless body, big eyes, and brown hair... all as requested. \"Is.. there something wrong?\" she asks. \n\n\"Oh! ummm.. no.. Nice to meet you too.. I'm Dave\" he says gathering himself.\n\n\"Great! I'm Ashley.\" she says as she steps gently off of her box and out onto the floor in front of Dave. She peeks downwards and notices Dave's hardon, commenting on it. \"It seems like... you're excited to have me here..\" she says.\n\nDave, unsure what to do, gets scared for a moment and steps back. \"Yes!\" he says, having it come out cracking, and clearing his throat. \"Yes! I am... so umm.. what can.. you erm.. do?\"\n\n\"I'm a fully capable woman, Dave... and I'm here to help you..\" she says walking up to him. \"... with whatever you need\" she continues softly as she puts her hand over his crotch.\n\nHer touch feels completely real, and Dave's face turns bright red. *figures, the first thing you do is want to fuck her* he thinks to himself. \"I uh... ummm..\" he says stuttering.\n\nAshley unzips his pants, and kneels down revealing his hard cock. She puts her lips around the tip, and her mouth instantly lubricates. She sucks him off, and it only takes about 30 seconds before he unloads in her mouth. Ashley swallows and winks at Dave, saying.. \"Not so bad, huh?\"\n\nDave is left with his flaccid cock staring at Ashley. \"Uh... yea, pretty good...\" he says.\n\n\"Where's my room? I'd like to get settled in\" Ashley asks.\n\nDave points to his room and says. \"Um.. in here, with me..\"\n\n\"Great!\" she says. \"I'll put something on, and get sorted out in there.\" Ashley bends over in front of Dave giving him a great view of her realistic vagina and ass. She opens the box with her clothes and puts on everything like a real woman would. After that, she takes the remaining stuff, packs them in a drawer, and lies on Dave's bed with a sigh.\n\nDave spends the next 3 hours reading the manual, having completely forgotten he's not wearing pants and wondering what to do next."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your firm handshake got you an interview. .
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"content": "Craig pumped the interviewer's delicate hand eagerly, with perhaps more strength than he should have. He was excited for the opportunity and would do anything to land the job. Anything.\n\nA svelte, stern-looking woman in her late thirties smiled politely and withdrew from his grip. She had a business attitude and a subtle sexy-bitch look to her. Craig did his best not to sexualize her, but it was hard. Her clean-cut blue blazer atop her white blouse accentuated a lovely, perky set of breasts. And the matching navy skirt felt awkwardly short for businesswoman. It did however showcase slender, but muscular legs. Runner's legs. Though he doubted she ran much in those 4-inch heels.\n\nRather than sit at the desk, she sat on it and directed him to sit in the chair, directly in front of her. It put him at an awkward angle, less than two feet from where she crossed her knees. \"Welcome, Mr...\" she looked over his resume, \"Mr. Smith. Before we start, I'll tell you something: Most men don't even get this far. They're weak, pathetic, insecure, timid. You... you ooze confidence. This job requires confidence. It requires a firm...*grip*. You had one, that kept you from being directed back to that door. Now, now we have to determine if you have what this job requires beyond that.\"\n\nCraig nodded, he was in dire need of a job and this one promised $60k. He just had little idea what it was, beyond:\n> Seeking strong, clean, hard working persons. Must also be smart and conversational. Long office hours, with occasional physical exertion. Must be flexible, able to lift 130lbs. The job is a tight fit, so few will qualify. $60k + benefits. Long hours. Veteran friendly company.\n\nHe had thought it to be a peculiar ad, that with the odd lifting requirement, eliminated most women. He'd seen adds like that, which tried to skirt fair labor laws. He didn't care. $60k was $60k and he'd been unemployed for months since he'd left the service. His GI Bill was looking tempting, but a job like this... might be a better choice.\n\n\"Well, I have confidence, ma'am. If I got anything from my four year stint in the Army Corps of Engineers, it was strength and confidence.\"\n\n\"I can see that,\" she looked down her thin, rectangular glasses and pursed her lips. \"I can see you clean up nicely too, that suit fits you well.\"\n\n\"Thank you, so what exactly would I be doing here? I wasn't able to dig up much on Bradford & Irene Consulting, other than you do some government consultations.\"\n\n\"Well, for starters, I am Ms Irene Bradford, owner and executive. I came up with the name so people thought there might be a man in charge. But it's me. I'm the boss.\" She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, \"Can you deal with that?\"\n\nCraig nodded, eagerly, \"Absolutely, ma'am. My last CO was Captain Rebecca Jones. Had zero issues taking orders from a woman. At the end of the day, she was my CO.\"\n\n\"Good. Glad that won't be an issue here then. At BIC we have multiple positions you can fill. All from the same job.\"\n\n*That's a weird way to phrase things,* Craig thought. \"Well, that's good. We had a real 'Can Do' attitude down in the shop, ma'am. I am flexible to do what needs to be done, to get the job done.\"\n\n\"Excellent,\" she commented before leaning back on her hands, not crossing her legs. Craig forced himself to maintain eye contact, though he could swear in his periphery that she wasn't wearing underwear. \"What would you do for BIC? What would you do to get a job here and keep it?\"\n\n\"Anything, ma'am. I *am* eager to please, a hard worker, and definitely able to lift that 130lbs. What am I lifting, I did find that a weird part of the advert.\" \n\nIrene looked up and to the side, \"Things... I weigh about 115. Come pick me up. I want to see.\" Craig twisted his lip at the odd request, but easily hoisted the 5'7\" brunette up in his arms. \"Nice,\" she commented, \"Not even an effort for you. Put me down.\"\n\nHe did and returned to his chair. She adjusted herself and peered at him, \"How good are you with your tongue?\"\n\nThis confused Craig, \"I'm a good speaker, if that's what you mean. I had to often brief my leadership.\"\n\nShe shook her head, \"Not exactly what I meant.\" She spread her legs from the desk, revealing a very freshly shaved cunt. \"You said you were eager and willing, now prove it.\" Craig froze for a moment in shock, this was all too surreal. \"Now!\" she commanded. Doing as he was bade, Craig leaned in and took hold of her smooth legs, before burring his face in her wet purse. Irene leaned back on her desk and ordered him,\"Lick!\"\n\nHe lashed out with his tongue and penetrated her with it, wriggling it up and down between her moist lips. She moaned and kept ordering him about with various commands to improve his craftsmanship. Within a few minutes she leaned forward and grabbed his sports coat. \"UP! Against the wall.\"\n\nCraig picked her up and pressed her ass and back into the wall while he continued to dine upon her countenance. Irene moaned and continued to critique him. He felt her quiver as she came, but she was not done with him yet. \"On the desk, rail me from behind!\"\n\nHe carefully sat her down on the glass desk, it was surprisingly empty. She rolled over quickly and pressed her ass into the air. \"Now!\"\n\nThe eager future employee wanted to please his hopefully soon-to-be boss and rapidly unfastened his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. He was hard as a rock, how could he not be? *I must have wandered onto a porn set, buy mistake.* \n\nHis exposed mushroom head slid easily into her fertile valley, she was good and worked up, but yes... it was a tight fit as they ad promised. It all made sense now. His shaft penetrated deep into her, filling the position as requested. And then he went to work, as ordered. Craig railed into Irene, pumping more like a jackhammer crewman than an office drone, but that looked to be his new job. \n\n\"Cum in me now!\" she demanded looking at her watch. I have a meeting in ten minutes and you'd better not make me late. \"I do want your warmth in me though. I want that sticky cum to wet my panties while I have to sit in this boring meeting.\" \n\nIt sounded uncomfortable to Craig, but fuck that - he was getting this job. He burst into her, releasing his seed, filling her to the brim. It was a heavy load, even for him. It dripped from her as she rolled over. \n\n\"A bit two much.\" She pressed a button on her phone, \"Stacy, bring me the blue ones.\" Within seconds, the beautiful twenty-something blond secretary entered the room, panties in hand and delivered them to her boss. Craig just stood there in awe. \n\nStacy eyed him up and down smiling at his receding erection, \"Excellent choice, boss.\"\n\n\"Very much so dear, would you be a sweet thing and clean this up?\"\n\nStacy didn't bat so much as an eyelash before servicing her boss with a quick cleanup of Craig's mess, sucking it out of her and swallowing it whole. \"Mmmm, tasty,\" she said as she wiped a small bit off her lips. Stacy winked at Craig and walked out of the room.\n\nIrene pulled up her panties and corrected her skirt before glancing at her watch, then back up at Craig, \"Excellent interview, you're hired. You start Monday.\"\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was tossed in the police car, handcuffed. There obviously have been a mistake. Minutes later, they toss another girl besides her...
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"content": "\"HEY! I KNOW MY RIGHTS! LET ME OUT YOU ASSHOLES, I AIN'T DONE NOTHING WRONG!\"\n\nJane did everything she could to get the cop's attention, even going as far as to kick the grate that seperated them. Her ginger hair laid messily over her sweaty face as she contuied her assault against the cop that had arrested her. She'd been arrested at nearly ten at night for no reason, barley having a chance to dress. Tight yoga pants flowed around her thighs as a strap gave up on her tank top, flopping lazily to her arm as she struggled in the back seat.\n\nThe car soon stopped, the cop leaving behind Jane inside as she walked up to another house. Through the sudden pour of rain, she could just make out the foggy figure of the cop knocking on the door of another person's house. She seemed to turn her around aswell, throwing on the cuffs with barely a word. It wasn't long before the lady was tossed into the back seat, damp blue hair being shoved into Jane's face as she shuffled into the other seat.\n\n\"Wait, Cathy?\" Jane asked cautiously.\n\n\"Hiya babe!\" Catherine called excitedly. \"Ta-da!\" She squeled.\n\nJane seemed confused at first, looking into her friends eyes as she put the pieces together.\n\n\"Cathy, I'm going to kill you.\" She muttered, kicking her friend before pressing her face into the metal grate. \"Is that you Rachael? Mother fucker...\"\n\nThe cop seemed to giggle as she started up the engine. \n\n\"Meanie. No need to kick me.\" Pouted Cathy. \"Wasn't this on your \"Fuck-et\" list?\"\n\n\"Cathy, it's 10pm at night.\"\n\n\"And Rachael gets off work at 9:30. How exactly are we supposed to do it before then?\" Her friend enquired with a smile.\n\n\"You could've told me! I got all worked up for nothing you asshole.\" \n\n\"Yeah... I coulda.\" Cathy responded, glancing down at Jane's chest. \"But I like you sweaty.\"\n\nJane took a moment to examine her friend. Pale skin bared her blue lipstick as her matching hair colour was trapped within a pony tail. She had a smaller chest than Jane, which she took great pleasure in teasing Jane about her 'bountiful Jugs'. With her bright sapphire eyes digging into her lightly tanned chest, she could feel a heat rising between her thighs as Cathy licked her lips. \n\nBefore Jane could respond, Cathy dove her face forward, planting her tongue between Jane's chest as she swirled around her breasts. \n\n\"God dammit...\" She muttered.\n\nWith her arms tightly bound behind her, Cathy used her teeth to free Jane's chest. Her hardened nipples exposed to Cathy's hungry mouth as she planted her lips around one. Suckling softly, Jane could only squirm underneath Cathy's growing hunger due to her own arms being cuffed behind her. She could feel her tongue growing more mosit around her nipples as the small beads of sweat entered her mouth.\n\nPanting soflty, she could feel the soft imprinting of teeth around her tits. Her fringe, still damp from the rain, bobbed against her chest. The strange alternations of wet hair and hot tongue caused the heat to rise between her thighs, rising into her chest as she let out a soft moan.\n\n\"Nowh...yohr're... gettinc... intoh ich\" she managed between slurps, taking more of Jane's breast into her mouth as she sucked deeply. \n\nAs Jane began to drool slightly from the sensation, she heard a pop of release as Cathy removed her mouth from her breast. Moving her head lower down, she spent some time licking clean the sweat from Jane's exposed midriff, enjoying the salty taste as she made her way lower.\n\nThe lack of panties combined with the tight yoga pants caused the features of Jane's pussy to be on open display. Pressing her tongue deeply agaisnt her clit, Jane could barely stiffle a moan as the dampness seeped through her pants. Acting like a rabid dog, Cathy bit into the top of Jane's yoga pants, tugging on them hard as they freed the smells of Jane's damp cunt. Diving her face forward, Cathy's nose buried into Jane's clit, she dug her tongue between Jane's folds. Tasting each dribble of her fluids as she explored deeper inside. It wasn't her first expedition inside Jane's sweet lips, but every time she enjoyed the tightness of her pussy against her tongue as she climbed higher into her ecstacy.\n\nWrapping her thighs around Cathy's head, Jane pushed her friend's face deeper into her crotch as she felt her tongue coil around inside her. As the car took a sharp turn, are friend's face was forced forward as Jane began grinding agaisnt her face. Panting harder and harder as she felt the tognue dance and split her lips apart. Tightening her thighs around Cathy's head, she began grinding even harder. Feeling her soft damp nose graze against her clit as she climbed higher and higher.\n\nWith a final squeeze of her thighs, she cried out her pleasure. Listening to Cathy's soft guzzling as she drank deeply from Jane's tight hole."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The house is haunted, but the ghost can only watch [TT]
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"content": "My house sat empty for so long that I cannot remember why or when it was built and occupied, nor those people who lived in it. Until that day after a thaw when a man in a suit arrived. He seemed strange to me, his clothing was odd, I’m not sure why.. He walked slowly through each of my rooms then turned on his heel and left. \n\nThis was only the beginning.\n\nA short time later a horde of workmen stormed through and they, rebuilt my house from the inside out. I hated them, they were violating what I had. I did not understand why they were there. Once they were finished and my house had become entirely wrong within, that suited fellow returned with an excited couple. They seemed so very happy to see what had been made of my house. They called it ‘Modern’ and were surprised by this. I don’t truly understand what they meant.\n\nBut they were so happy.\n\nI never saw them again, but in no time another happy pair were moving about my house, and being happy. The man in the suit sounded like he was brokering the fulfilment of dreams to these people. Their dreams seemed to be to look upon the inside of my house. It was wonderful.\n\nEventually I saw the same pair of happy faces a second time. The suited fellow seemed ecstatic to see them again as well. They were far more scrutinous this time around, even going so far as to explore the parts of my house that had remained untouched by the horde. Then I saw no more visits from any happy couples for some time.\n\nUntil that studious pair returned, bringing a cornucopia of things with them, filling my house with furniture and items of which I have no clue as to the purpose. They stayed together in my house, happy, for a short while. Then as the summer waned more arrived, a young woman and a younger boy. Others too, but they did not stay.\n\nA family, they had traveled far to live in my house. I supposed this to be an honor. Though they were not always the most respectful of my property. Many times doors were slammed in anger. I can remember a handful of beverages spilled for various reasons. It can be very frustrating to watch family meet impasses when you are privy to all sides of it. So many misunderstandings, so few compromises.\n\nI don’t know how long this was routine. Quite some time, this family settled well, I think. The young boy was slowly becoming a young man. This seemed to cause no end of friction with his sister and father. While that young woman seemed to be at odds with everyone around her. She had taken to climbing out the window of her room and absconding into the night. Her parents were at best, dimly aware of her behavior. Her brother knew, and for all of their problems he kept her secret.\n\nThis young man accomplished something outside of my house. The details escape me, but he received a costume and an accolade. Then his parents and him began to make semi-regular trips away, for days at a time. Their daughter took to being alone incredibly well, keeping my house tidier than the rest of them combined. After a few tries at her sudden and seemingly satisfying spinsterism, on the third time the rest of the family left her alone: A houseguest arrived.\n\nAnother young woman, they knew each-other. After inviting her friend inside and taking her jacket, they embraced. Then they took up the settee, where the family usually gazed into that lighted box of imagery, and laid together. A strange reflex came to me, thoughts of somehow attempting to offer them privacy, but I couldn’t. The house and I are as one, I haunt it.\n\nThis young lady was no spinster, though it was apparent now that much of her strife was due to her love’s secrecy. Her friend cried out as she began to undo the buttons on her blouse.\n\n“We’re gonna fuck and we don’t even have to be quiet about it!” \n\nHer friend’s joy was palpable. The young lady had to stifle her laughter at her friend’s outburst. Containing her mirth, she finished undoing her lover’s blouse. They kissed, I was shocked to see their tongues begin to dance. It took very little time for them to finish removing each-other’s clothing.\n\nThe young lady leaned back and let her lover kiss her between the legs, I presume she retained her lurid tongue technique. Trying to contain her moaning, when she remembered they were alone, the young lady of the house let an expression of ecstasy take over her face and a shrill cry of pleasure escape her lips. They fell asleep with their limbs still intertwined.\n\nThe young lady and her friend made a habit of their clandestine couplings, when the house was otherwise empty. Though after what could have been as much as a few years of this practice, something happened and they decided to stop. Whatever it was, they called it a ‘Close-Call’ and decided to stop meeting in this way. When they spoke about it, they seemed determined and hopeful.\n\nThat night, and for several more, the young lady wept into her pillow.\n\nI hope they found another way to be together, those two young lovers. I can only hope. In another small handful of years, the couple who at first seemed so full of joy to be together in my house, decided to stop being a couple. They divvied up all the things they brought inside my house and then they divvied up their children. The young man and his mother were the first to leave, some short months later the father was left alone by his daughter. After that, he only stayed for one night.\n\nAnd so I was alone with my house again, for so many years I have forgotten their names.\n"
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