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Write a story using this writing prompt: A haunted porn video. If you come while watching it, the scene swallows you. You switch places with the actor whose performance pushed you over the edge, and they are set free.
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"content": "\"What's your name?\" The voice belonged to a man off camera. The girl on the screen was a knockout. Long blonde hair, a beautiful face with big blue eyes and full lips, perfectly done up with sexy make-up. She wore a tight dress that barely contained her large breasts or ass. Her skin was tan, like she had spent every day of the last 3 months on a beach, showing her body off to everyone who would look. \n\nI couldn't even remember how I got to the video. It wasn't on a site I frequented. I had just... stumbled upon it.\n\n\"Jenny,\" the girl said, lifting a manicured finger to her lips. \n\n\"How old are you?\" \n\nShe took a moment, thinking apparently, then smiled. \"23.\" \n\n\"You know what you're here for?\" \n\n\"Oh, yeah...\" She breathed the words. What followed was the hottest porn I had ever seen. A men entered from off screen, dick already hard because how could it not be? Jenny then set to work, blowing him so sensually that it seemed like she needed his jizz in order to live. Two more men entered after that and double teamed her, the one fucking her pussy finishing on her back and the other coating her face. \n\nMore and more men kept coming, leading to the longest gangbang I had ever seen. She seemed to love every second. Worshipping each cock, licking the cum that splashed her face. I stroked myself as I watched, unable to tear my eyes away from her.\n\n\"Cam?\" My mother's voice from the first floor. \"Cam, are you working tonight?\" \n\n\"No!\" I grunted, trying to ignore her.\n\n\"Cameron?\" \n\n\"No!\" I yelled back, louder. I was 21, but she treated me like a kid still.\n\nI turned my focus back to Jenny, the goddess on the screen. I could feel myself getting closer, and as she swallowed another load I finally came. The screen went white, a weird transition, and the light was so bright...\n\n\"What's your name?\" \n\nThe voice was familiar. The same man from the porn video. Had it restarted? A fucked up upload? But... no. As the light cleared I saw that I wasn't staring at my monitor, but a man behind a camera. I couldn't see his face, because it was obscured by the large camera, but that didn't matter. He shouldn't be here. Or I shouldn't. Behind him was the set that I recognized from the video, but with a different girl on the couch. \n\nThis girl had short brown hair, a pixie style cut. Her eyes were hazel, but her face was just as flawless as Jenny's. She wore a tight tanktop that covered her breasts, which were a bit larger than Jenny's, but left her stomach exposed. She also wore a tight skirt that I doubted would fully cover her ass if she stood up. She was tan, but not as tan as Jenny had been. \n\nGod, she was a knockout too. I looked around, no sign of Jenny. But...\n\nMy eyes flicked to the man, and I noticed that there were two of him. One looking at me, the other with his back to me and looking at the same scene I saw with the brunette. I leaned forward, and the girl did the same.\n\nNo, not two of the man... One, and a mirror. \n\nMy mouth fell open as I realized that somehow, I was in the scene, and I was a chick? I was about to ask what the fuck was happening, when the man spoke again. \"What's your name?\" \n\n\"Cammie,\" I said, leaning back and pushing my chest out. Why was I acting like this? Going along with this? And Cammie?\n\n\"How old are you?\" \n\nGod, the set up was exactly the same. What the hell was happening. I smiled and answered \"21\".\n\n\"You know what you're here for?\" \n\n\"Definitely,\" I said, giggling. Why was I giggling? What was going on? I could see a man, already nude and sporting a raging hard on, approaching. The same man from the video. As he got close I sank to my knees and reached forward, grabbing his dick and pulling him closer. As soon as he was close enough, I wrapped my lips around his cock and started sucking him off. To my surprise, I loved it. The feel, the taste, the smell, it was all amazing. And I was able to take him so deep. After a few minutes, he groaned and shot his load down my throat, and I swallowed it happily. \n\nTwo more guys came on set and I stood and let one kiss me as the other undressed me. Once I was naked, I climbed onto the couch on my hands and knees and the men followed me. One grabbed my hips and entered me from behind, taking my female virginity, then the other shoved his dick into my mouth. I was lost in euphoria. Pleasure from both ends was melting my brain. I barely registered when the one fucking my pussy pulled out and sprayed his cum across my ass and back. The other got close and pulled out, coating my face. \n\nMore men came on, and it was a blur of fucking, sucking, and swallowing. At the end of what felt like an eternity of bliss, I was sweaty, covered in cum, and barely conscious. Then, that same light from before and...\n\nI was back on the couch. Still female, still looking at a large mirror behind a camera man. \n\n\"What's your name?\" \n\nNo hesitation this time. Just a smile at the knowledge of the pleasure I was about to experience. \n\n------------------\n\n\"Cammie,\" I said, sweeping my long brown hair back. It had grown over my time here, and was now down to the middle of my back. \n\n\"How old are you?\" \n\n\"24,\" I said. I had been here about 3 years, which I only knew thanks to my answer to that question. It was so easy to lose track of time amid the pleasure. \n\n\"You know what you're here for?\" \n\n\"Absolutely,\" I said, turning to look at the first man of the shoot. I couldn't wait to have his dick in my mouth."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was supposed to pop out of the cake at her boyfriend's house. The delivery person delivered it to the wrong place, and now she's standing in a cake in a room full of empty people. Naked.
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"content": "It's surprisingly hot inside a cake - and I mean that literally, not figuratively. The baker had included little airholes, but still Melanie's breath was largely getting recycled inside, and she was increasingly uncomfortable. She should've been delivered already, and instead she was sweating inside a tiered cardboard box covered in vanilla sponge.\n\nThe silk bow around her chest which had looked so sexy when she put it on was starting to wilt. Melanie had felt so excited when she'd climbed into the cake, and now she was just desperate to be out\n\nOutside of the cake she could half hear a muffled conversation, was she finally at Jason's? She strained to listen at one of the airholes\n\n\"dude, I got like a million more deliveries to make, and he's not answering the door - please can you just take it off me and sort it with your neighbour when he gets back?\" \n\nA mans voice she didn't recognise replied \"whatever man, just try not to get frosting on my walls as you bring it through\"\n\nThis was a fucking disaster. She had called him from the bakery before they left. Jason had *promised* he was at home all morning, and now he wasn't even answering his door. If he was cheating on her again she would kill him, but first she had to get out of the cake.\n\nShe listened again for voices\n\n\"thats one big cake\" laughed a woman \"the card says \"happy birthday Jason - who is that??\"\n\n\"He lives down the street apparently, but wasn't answering the door, and the delivery guy was desperate for anyone to take the cake in\"\n\n\"can we steal a slice? they're hardly going to miss it haha\"\n\n\"fuck yeah, we'll call it cake protection taxes if they ask\"\n\nMelanie couldn't let them cut into the cake. The vanilla exterior was only thin, and then it was just cardboard. She didn't want to get accidentally cut, and was keen to be out of the cake anyway\n\nShe shouted \"hi, hello! please don't cut the cake - I'm in here\"\n\noutside there was a stunned silence and then whispering she couldn't make out. Melanie stood from her crouched position and pushed at the lid. The bakers had put extra icing on to hide the gap, and it had set hard, so it took a couple of shoves before it popped off. As she took her first big breath of fresh air she realised how light-headed she felt. It was a moment or two before she remembered that she was stood, in front of two strangers, half in a cake, and only wearing a silk bow and knickers\n\n\"so you were going to be a present for Jason I assume? lucky Jason...\" the man grinned\n\n\"fuck Jason\" Melanie laughed \"he promised he would be home. please can you help me out of the cake?\"\n\nThe couple in front her glanced at each other, and in that moment had an almost telepathic conversation. Couples who have been together for a long time can read the subtle nods, eye movements and twitches on a face, and know exactly what the other is thinking. They didn't even need to say a word out loud, and they were in agreement.\n\nThe woman spoke first \"we'll help you out, if you help us out...\" \n\nMelanie agreed without thinking \"anything, just get me out\"\n\nThe man reached into the cake and lifted her out with ease. He was maybe 10 or so years older than Melanie, but seemed in good shape, and had big arms. He also couldn't take his eyes off her petite figure, and Melanie felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She hoped they'd give her a dressing gown, a hoodie, an old t-shirt - anything to cover her, but they both just stood and watched her.\n\nMelanie started into a rambling apology; how sorry she was to put them out, how she'd planned to surprise her boyfriend for his birthday, and how he wasn't home despite promising that he was... The more she talked the more embarrassed she felt. She wanted the ground to open and swallow her whole. \n\nThe woman smiled sympathetically. She was around the same age as the man, slim and attractive too, shaking her head and laughing kindly at Melanie's misfortune. She moved closer, and introduced herself as Audrey, and her husband as Jon, before asking Melanie's name. Melanie answered her before covering her face with both hands in shame.\n\n\"you don't need to be embarrassed Melanie, you look amazing. Jason should be the one who's embarrassed - imagine having a girlfriend who looks this good, who does something this nice, and then he's not even at home. He's messed up big time\"\n\nShe was right, but it didn't feel that way to Melanie. Not right now anyway. \n\nAudrey continued \"Jason might be out all day, and it would be a shame to waste how good you look - don't you think?\"\n\nAt first, Melanie didn't understand what she was getting at, but then Audrey gave a gentle tug at the ribbons around Melanie's chest. They gave way instantly and left her even more naked than she was before.\n\nShe scrambed to cover her tits with her hands \"what are you... stop, you can't...\" she was silenced when Audrey suddenly kissed her, gently but firmly on the lips. Melanie found herself reciprocating, just for a moment, before pulling back in shock\n\nAudrey began to explain \"Jon and I have long fantasised about playing with another woman... we even talked about it just last night, and then today you show up in our house - and you're even all wrapped up in a bow for us. It feels like a sign doesn't it?\"\n\nMelanie's heart started thumping in her chest; she could feel it under her own fingers. She'd gotten quite worked up with anticipation while she'd been in the cake, so she was definitely tempted, even if she didn't want to admit it\n\n\"I-I can't... I can't cheat on my boyfriend\"\n\n\"well there is a loophole you know\" Audrey smiled and raised her hand with Melanie's ribbons in \"it doesn't count as cheating if you're blindfolded\"\n\nShe found herself looking Audrey in the face properly for the first time; she had such pretty eyes, and a playful curl to her smile. All her objections melted away, and suddenly she felt like she wanted nothing more in the world. This wasn't what she'd had planned for the day, but excitement tingled all over her body. She nodded her head in acquiescence, and Audrey let out an excited little squeal, before tenderly wrapping the thick silk around Melanie's head, completely covering her eyes.\n\nMelanie was still nearly naked in a strangers house, but it didn't feel so awkward anymore. Now it felt exhilarating. She returned Audrey's kisses eagerly and warmly before Audrey's delicate fingers slipped into her knickers and began to stroke at her wetness\n\nA second pair of hands, a second set of lips, joined Audrey's own on Melanie's body, touching her and kissing her all over, and it was no time at all until Melanie found her knees buckling, almost unable to bear the weight of the orgasm washing over her. Jon's big arms held her tightly though as she gasped and moaned in between Audrey's kisses.\n\nThe blindfold was still on as the couple led her to a bed and helped her onto it. Melanie and Audrey kissed each other before Jon pulled Melanie onto her hands and knees, effortlessly sliding into her soaking cunt from behind. Melanie moaned shakily. Audrey's fingers had been very nice, but *this* was what she really wanted. Audrey continued to tease and touch Melanie all over, whispering to her about how pretty she was.\n\nJon's moans got louder as he fucked Melanie slow and hard, both his strong hands on her waist, pulling him back onto him. Melanie grabbed big handfuls of the sheets beneath her she orgasmed again. Jon pulled Audrey towards him, and kissed his wife deeply even as he shot him cum inside their new friends hot, tight cunt\n\nand then the three of them lay intertwined together in a sweaty mess, Audrey running a teasing finger across Melanie's still sensitive body. The blindfold could stay on a little longer, right?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The gene mods were normally reserved for high-end call girls, creating bodies unbelievably hot and intensely tuned for sex. It was a simple computer error that wrapped them in with a low level student math and memory upgrade...
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"content": "\n\nSandra sat up, yawned, and stretched. Her doctor came into the room a few seconds later, looking concerned. \n\n“Everything go ok Doc?”\n\n“Well yes and no. See the memory upgrades went fine and your left arm is working perfect but there was a um...computer error.”\n\n“A computer error? Is my arm gonna pop off or something cause last time that happened...”\n\n“No, no it was with the memory upgrade. See there was a gene modification recently introduced meant for professional call girls that make their bodies incredibly attractive and increases their libido. We don’t when it will take effect but you will feel those same changes?”\n\nSandra pushes herself off the bed. \n\n“Can it be reversed?”\n\n“Yes unfortunately it will take a while for us to code it into our system so you can stay here for the next few days if you’d like.”\n\n“No it’s fine, I have finals this week, it’s why I needed the upgrade. Don’t worry doc I can handle it...”\n\n———— \n\nSandra walked through the campus a few days later wearing an oversized hoodie that she cut the sleeves off. When the mod took effect it hit hard. Her breasts went from a modest B cup to nearly Double D in two days. The day after that her ass grew plumper and sadly there was no hiding that. The big tits and curves she could hide easily with the aforementioned hoodie. \n\nShe managed to keep the libido mod in control though and even managed to make it through her college finals...up until her Calculus 2 final. She always found the professor attractive and even found him wondering into her fantasies when she was alone and flicking the bean. Hell it was his final that she needed to get the memory upgrade for so she could focus more on studying and retaining the information. \n\nAs usual Sandra was the last to finish her test. But unlike usual it was because she was almost too horny to focus for more then a couple seconds before her mind wandered back to her professors cock stretching her right, virgin...\n\n“Sandy?”\n\nShe nearly jumped out of her seat at the sound of her professors voice. \n\n“Sorry I just wanted to know if you were almost done with your final...”\n\n“Yeah I just have one more question to go...maybe you could help me out.”\n\n“Sandy you know I can’t help you with the final.”\n\n“I don’t need help with the final. I need help concentrating.”\n\n“Something on your mind?”\n\n“Yes. Something...something.”\n\nShe suddenly blushed and regained control. She scribbled something on the test quick and handed it to him before running for the door. \n\n“Sandra?”\n\n“I have to go sir! Bad headache! Ow fuck!”\n\nShe held her head and ran down the hall to the nearest bathroom. She locked herself in one of the stalls and sat down. \n\n“What the fuck was that?”\n\nShe asked herself as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. She knew what it was and she came so close to doing something she might regret.\n\n“Fuck, I hope those eggheads have this figured out...”\n\nShe breathed a sigh of relief and dumped her bag onto the floor. Curiosity got the better of her and she reached into her underwear. \n\n“Wet...great...well a guess a quick one won’t hurt.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: she had an odd curse upon her. every time someone slapped her ass, she'd transform into that man's fantasy.
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"content": "Klaus Witcher: virgin; no talents, nothing special in terms of grades, more acquaintances than he could ever hope to count - a problem he lacked in terms of friendships. He would joke about himself being an incel, anime protagonist, but he often stared at the world beyond vacant eyes and through his glass barrier and simply realized... Perhaps, people were unneeded to his life. Friends, girlfriends, parents; there was a fear inside of him, a chain which dragged him back into a world guarded by glass and innocence. The **fear** of *not being enough*; the **fear** of *being vulnerable*; the **fear** of *being rejected*.\n\n**Fear.**\n\nThe train trembled, the train shook, the train screeched, the train moved. Every bump jostled and harrassed Klaus with movement - movement which caused the bruises in his chest to ache and beg an end to familiar suffering. But it was *fine*; the fear pulled him back into the sanctuary of glass and solitude, where he observed the world through another lens which was not his own. In this world, there was no pain. In this world, his father’s fists could not touch him. In this world, his mother never embraced death after his birth. In this world, he never had to be reminded that he snuffed out the light of his mother.\n\nAnother screech; sparks flew beneath the train and the movement halted. \n\nThe door opened to an empty carriage. A woman of little note in his glass world entered the carriage - only her. She stood beside him with no other reason than a choice of chaos. *Oh, it hurt. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt.* So close, her scent wafted into his glass paradise and began crumbling his world of fragility.\n\nThen her eyes met his and agony ensued. \n\n*“Just kill me, please.”*\n\nIt was a whisper, but it caught her ears and polluted her features with worry. She was a mystical devil, so evil to feign concern for him; so beautiful it rotted his soul with a lithe, innocent frame and plain brown locks. *But her eyes...* Oh, how they hurt him the most, neither piercing or judging, but rather caressing his wretched existence as though he mattered.\n\nBefore he could jump out of the charging train, she grabbed at his wrist and slapped it against her excuse of an ass. The touch was poison on his nerves, a necrosis on his skin and flesh. He wanted it to be over, but she let him know it was only the beginning. \n\n*“Mother?”*\n\nThe glass world shattered. The noise of the train bled into his ears and he blinked into a world of colour. He watched as brown locks drained into a pale, blonde sheen and as eyes of curious concern, warped into a maternal gaze of affection. The lithe frame filled out into a body which would embrace him as a child, and act as an anchor to this new world. \n\nShe led him to a seat on the train and laid his head down to her lap. It was a false love being offered, but as this woman stroked his head, he embraced the touch and eased into it. An eternity of calm passed, and it would continue with this girl reaching to his pants and unzipping his cock free from its prison as she stroked him to full-mast.\n\nThis touch... It was a foreign one. Klaus was not ignorant to societal ethics of right or wrong - perhaps legally this was wrong as well, if not for incest, then for public indecency. It mattered little, because in this tiny moment of eternity, this was the world he wished to embrace. One without fear of vulnerability or pain, but the simple falsehood of being loved by this stranger.\n\nHer hand was soft and otherworldly, though he had never touched himself before. Pleasure coursed through his nerves and his breath was quickening. His chest lifted and fell and the hand gently wrapped around his cock encompassed all senses - all, except the simple gesture of stroking his hair. His cock was throbbing, filled to the brim and ready to burst, but still he clung for this moment to last forever. \n\n“It’s okay. You will always be loved.”\n\nHe released into the air, over her hand and onto his school shirt. He feared it to be a dream, another comfort of his shattered glass sanctuary.\n\nBut, there he was, on her lap and staring at her eyes and she stared into his. Her form reverted to normal and she smiled to him, hand wrapped around his softening cock. \n\nNo words. \n\nNo fear."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: My boss gave me a pill to make me stupid so I could be his “perfect assistant”
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"content": "Clair eyed the small tablet packet, google her GP, reddit reviews and 8 other websites all confirmed it was temporary and ‘pleasant’. Clair held it up to the light, foil undamaged, packet name matched the label… she could search the initial studies and see published results.\n\nClair glared at the clock, she had been researching and debating for the last 4 hours and eaten her ‘relax’ time. Honestly her relax time was usually dedicated about worrying about one thing or another so this was par for the course.\n\n“You're nervous. Here. This calmed down my wife. Take one or don't… just relax Clair.” echoed her bosses voice from when she had left work 5 hours ago. It’s temporary, I can take one a week and keep my job. If it’s good I can move toward the recommended 1 a day.\n\nAlice held the pill up to the light. She could check he hasn't swapped the pills… and resealed the patented foil packaging… with magic. Seriously Clair maybe he had a point. You could calm down a little. Clair took the pill, it was easier to swallow then her realisation.\n\n\\-\n\nClaire ran through her morning ritual. Hygiene, stretching, jog, shower, work… Clair paused as she checked her phone. She was 15 minutes ahead of schedule.\n\n“It will be fine.” said a bright bubbly voice.\n\nClair’s hand froze on the handle. That was not the usual Clair, what had she missed. Clair spent the next 5 minutes wondering what she had forgotten but came to the realisation she simply got everything done quicker. No pausing in the mirror with a ‘was that long enough? Better brush again.’ she just flitted through her schedule.\n\nPart of her wanted to vomit up the pill knowing it was already in her system. I’m fine, your fine. Just early. This is a good thing Clair.\n\n\\-\n\nClair smiled at the stack of papers without the usual worry and just got started. No point in fretting about it. Either way they needed to be mailed. Clair licked the last envelope with time to spare.\n\n“Finished Mr Thatcher!” announced Clair, more to her own surprise.\n\nMr Thatcher gave Clair a knowing smile.\n\n“I like the new you, good work Clair. Get some coffee or take a quick break. I’ll get you to schedule some meetings soon.”\n\nClair beamed at his compliment of her work, a smile feeling out of place on her lips.\n\nWhat did he mean by the ‘new you’. What did the old me be like. Oh god if I don’t take the pills do I still have a job? Do I need to maintain this facade, can I? Clair looked down at the coffee she had made for Mr Thatcher. Did he ask for one or did he want her to get one. Did he think she needed one, was she too sleepy at her desk.\n\nA bright bubbly voice wormed it’s way into her black mind.\n\nMr Thatcher is nice. Does it matter? If he didn't want the coffee who cares. Clair’s smile was back and she carried the warm cup of happiness to his desk.\n\n“I got you that coffee Mr Thatcher.” said Clair.\n\nHe gave her a surprised look then nodded.\n\n“An unexpected surprise Clair, thankyou. Could you schedule those meetings?”\n\n“Sure thing!”\n\nSee if you calm down it all works out.\n\nClair checked her clock surprised to see she was done, they day had flitted by pleasantly.\n\n\\-\n\nClair slumped into her house to spot the floor… it needed to be moped. She dropped the heavy bag on the counter and dragged herself to the couch to splash across it.\n\n“Couch needs vacuuming” said Clair’s smushed face.\n\nEverything needs doing and there is so little time, never enough time. Clair turned her face to the kitchen smearing her features across the grit that needed to be cleaned and spotted the pills sitting by her bag. She wanted to feel pleasant. Two days in a tow would be fine right.\n\n\\-\n\n“Paperwork is done Thatcher! Want me to type up that report?”\n\n“It’s not due till Tuesday.” said Mr Thatcher.\n\n“I know, I just thought if I got a head start, I’ll have more time to get you your coffee on Tuesday.”\n\n“Turn around Clair.” said Mr Thatcher.\n\nClair turned around and rolled her head over her shoulder to see him.\n\n“That is a lovely skirt you are wearing Clair.”\n\n“Thankyou! I bought it 6 months ago but I was always too shy to wear it.”\n\nClair was wearing the figure hugging pencil skirt she bought on a whim to celebrate her new job, it had sat glaring at her in the closer but she didn't know why, she looked fantastic if Mr Thatcher's glance was anything to go by.\n\n“You look good in it, you can type up the report, place it on my desk when you are done.”\n\nHe liked her skirt, why didn't she wear it sooner, why didn't she have more like it, it would need to be washed.\n\nOh well, she could buy more.\n\n\\-\n\nClair took the tablet, excited to get an early night and wake up fresh for Mr Thatcher, she had so much time she didn't know what to do with herself. Shopping, cleaning the house was spotless and most importantly she had another lovely skirt to wear for him.\n\n\\-\n\nIt was Friday, the week had flitted by, she barely even remembered Thursday… accept the moment when Mr Thatcher complimented her new skirt. She would never forget that.\n\n“It’s all done Mr Thatcher!”\n\n“Good you can send those letters.”\n\nClair giggled and smiled at him, didn’t he notice her away from her desk to post them?\n\n“Finished, It’s ‘All’ done. Lunchtime and there is nothing left.”\n\n“Calls for a celebration.” said Mr Thatcher.\n\n“You’re telling me, we never finish before the weekend.” said Clair as she stepped up to his desk, Mr Thatcher rolled his chair back and patted his knee. He wanted to admire her skirt again. Clair sat perched on his knee as his hand rested on her thigh.\n\n“You’ve done excellent work this week, you have been taking the pills?”\n\n“Yes, every night just like you asked.”\n\n“Lets celebrate with you taking another, just for today.”\n\nClair swallowed it and smiled as Mr Thatcher's hand ran up her thigh. She had bought new underwear for him without realising he couldn't tell the change, he hadn’t seen the old Clair's underwear. She would just have to tell him.\n\n“I bought new underwear just for work, I didn’t want to look like the old me.”\n\n“Remember Monday, you were so nervous.”\n\n“Oh god, It was terrible.”\n\n“Want to show me the new underwear?”\n\nClair couldn't think of a compelling… couldn't think. She was about to stand but she liked his hand on her thigh. She lifted her skirt and ran his hand up between her legs. She couldn’t show him while enjoying his lap but he could feel them. His warm fingers ran over her. She had always liked him, why didn't she let him feel months ago? Clair felt his strong hand against her slit, she was growing wet against his fingers as he admired her underwear.\n\n“Do you like them Mr Thatcher?”\n\n“I think I would like to see them, hop up and take your skirt off.”\n\nClair rose and unbuttoned her blouse, she bought a matching set after all.\n\n“Close the door first.”\n\nOf course, she bought them for him, not the whole office.\n\n\\-\n\nClair passed Mr Thatcher her underwear and stood naked before him waiting for his praise.\n\nShe wanted to sit in his lap again but he told her he still had work to do so she wrapped her lips around his cock instead. She was under his desk feeling him down her throat as she did the trick he liked.\n\n“Clair went home early.” said Mr Thatcher.\n\nClair liked the games they played, she hoped she could finish early next week so they had more time to play.\n\nOh well, I’m sure it will all work out."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: There was a simple reason why her boss and co-workers always unanimously voted her employee of the month...
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"content": "“Sarah… you’re an excellent worker and I’m flattered but the process is complex, I can’t just wave a wand and give it to you, employee of the month is sacred, a time honoured tradition.” said Mr Thatcher.\n\nSarah bit her lip and rose from the position, bent over Mr Thatcher's desk. She needed Employee of the Month (EotM), it was her ticket to a promotion. She could rise from assistant receptionist to administrative assistant. 6 months of excellent work and still it went to somebody else.\n\n“Thankyou for sparing the time to hear my proposal Mr Thatcher… you have opened my eyes, If I want my name on that wall I need to improve myself, not focus on the thing’s I can’t change.” Sarah completed the recited phrase with a genuine smile and courteous yet formal nod.\n\nShe was going to get that fucking framed picture if she had to rip Tiffany’s smug face off and wear it!\n\nSarah gave a final smile as she closed Mr Thatcher's door. Walking down the hall where the EotM portraits mocked her.\n\n“Us, not you.” she was sure she heard them say. Tiffany’s cunt face was the last.\n\nJuly. Fuck July. August was going to be her month!\n\nEotM was decided by voting of randomly selected personnel. Sarah looked over her pinboard with a cigarette. It stood pride of place at home. 86 employees. If she couldn’t rig the random selection she would need to make at least half the office willing to vote for her.\n\nSarah put in blue pins for those she had won over with charm.\n\nAccounting was in the bag. She brought the ugly bastards cupcakes in the morning, ‘homemade’ from the bakery where a $10 tip would have them forget to put their logo on top. Like Sarah could bake a slice of toast.\n\n8 blue pins went into accountants desks.\n\nSarah glanced to the 6 desks of the IT department. Easy, she could ‘ask for help’ and flirt when they came to fix her email or… whatever. She could just delete some drivers. Sarah penned in the 6 ‘accidents’ into her calendar with a 7th encase one was sick. 6 blue pins.\n\nReception loved her, no problems there. 4 blue pins, of course she would vote for herself.\n\nSarah put in the usual maybe’s of the 14 green pins and checked what she was missing. Who would be the most votes… the big heist?\n\nSarah looked to HR… her tricks didn’t work on those sociopaths.\n\nSales. The boys club! They followed around anything with tits. John was the linchpin there, Chad-bro extraordinaire. He bragged about his latest conquest and they ate it up like sportsball. Fuck John. No… she didn’t dislike him, that was her course of action. Sarah penned him in for tomorrow and prematurely counted her chickens… or cocks in this case before they hatched. 12 shining blue pins.\n\n\\-\n\n“Sarah, can you copy these?” asked Clair.\n\n“Too easy… there is a lot, i'll be gone for a while.”\n\n“That’s ok, drop them on my desk when you are done.”\n\nSarah took the ream of paper to Michael's desk.\n\n“Sorry, Clair's being a cunt again.” said Sarah.\n\n“What? I’m going to tell that girl I'm not her damn copy machine!”\n\nSarah stole his apple and took a bite.\n\n“Michael… it’s Clair, oh did Alice paint that?”\n\nMichael forgot his momentary rage and beamed a smile at his child's picture of… house? Dog?\n\n“Yeah… I know it’s silly but it’s…” Michael couldn’t finish. Bless him.\n\n“It’s not silly, Michael you are a good father, this reminds you of that.” said Sarah. The most beautiful thing a person can hear is their own name.\n\n“Yeah… I think she captured my eyes… don’t know why I have so many legs though.”\n\n“I’ll help out and take them to Clair when you are done.”\n\n“Oh?... Yeah, photocopying. Thanks Sarah.”\n\nSarah tossed him the apple and shot up the fire escape checking her watch.\n\n\\-\n\n“John, can I borrow you?” and a wink.\n\n\\-\n\nSarah's back bounced against the fire escape door, her skirt around her waist as she gasped and moaned into his shirt collar. She made sure to take it between her lips as evidence. Honestly she was enjoying herself, sales had stamina but most of all. Sarah was winning, her legs wrapped around his back and she could practically taste his vote. One step closer. Sarah came, bearing down onto his cock. John looked pleased with himself… he could be pleased when she was mounted on a different wall. John gave the out of rhythm thrusts that meant he was done.\n\n“Oh, John…” moaned Sarah.\n\nJohn smiled at her, she grinned back seeing her mark on his collar.\n\n“D-don't tell anyone… I’m not usually like this.” said Sarah. It was mostly true. This was much faster and cheaper than muffins. Sarah heard him give the usual reassurances of secrecy as she ran through how much time she could cut out of her schedule if she used this method to get her votes.\n\n“It’s ok, I trust you John.” said Sarah, easing down to stand. He was enjoyable. She could… double up and ensure she maintained his vote for later. For winning purposes of course. Sarah made a mental note to pen him in again.\n\n\\-\n\nSarah picked up the copies. “Thanks Sarah.” said Michael.\n\nSarah put down the copies. “Thanks Sarah.” said Clair.\n\nSarah uninstalled her network driver and called IT, putting John into her calendar as she spoke on the phone.\n\n“Yup… no internet… I don’t understand it sorry… could you drop by?... Yeah it will be fun, see you soon.”\n\nSarah eyed her mental board… she had time to spare. Sarah began her actual job."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In the future, evolution causes ‘love chemicals’ (Serotonin, Dopamine, and Oxytocin) to naturally spike in a women’s brain whenever she swallows semen. Swallowing becomes THE norm, and Cum is even a recreational drug for women, w/ increasingly elaborate and creative dispensaries ubiquitous!
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"content": "“Yes I know the risks…” said Claire as she waited for the damn lady to put through her order.\n\n“Studies have shown many women develop an unhealthy add…”\n\n“I said I understand, or consent, accept, sign… whatever Just process the damn payment.” said Claire, nobody was standing behind her waiting in line or anything but the box was sitting on the table for anyone to see. She wanted it in a non translucent bag and to be on her way as soon as possible before someone mocked her for not being able to court a ‘real man’ and she was labelled as one of those creepy women.\n\n“Credits good, seriously though, read the warnings.”\n\nClair was already leaving as she spoke, her fluster subsiding as she left the robotics store. Claire didn’t have the time to dedicate to a needy man. They all wanted you to cook and clean before they would let you suck them off. Claire was a businesswoman and just wanted one to cum and go. Men were difficult so she found an alternative way to relieve stress.\n\nClaire closed the door and dumped her bag on the kitchen table, her servant bot came out of the laundry where it was fixing the plumbing.\n\n“Hey babe, how was your day?” it recited in the same exact way it always did.\n\n“I bought an attachment for you, first priority is to equip it. Ignore all man’s work until it is complete.”\n\n“Understood hun.”\n\nClaire rolled her eyes at it’s default settings, she had not sought to change them. She didn’t want to seem to care, leaving it on default allowed her the excuse of. “I’m not one of ‘those’ women, I’m not a creep. I just need something that can kill spiders and unclog a drain.”\n\nClaire eyed the penis attachment and container of synthetic cum listing all it’s dietary benefits, looks like that excuse has gone out the window.\n\n“Robot, if anyone arrives here, you are to hide out of sight, understood?”\n\n“Sure thing babe.”\n\nIt had moved the boxes to it’s workspace where it started attacking it’s pelvis with a multitool. At least they knew to program them to know a man’s place was in the workshop.\n\n“Let me know when it’s ready.”\n\n“Too easy.”\n\n\\-\n\nClaire stood in the kitchen, the woman's space that men were supposed to allow them ‘me time’, her time was spent waiting for the autocook to finish her readymeal.\n\n“Hey cutie, I've finished the work.” said her manbot.\n\nClaire poked her head out the door to see it standing in the workroom sporting a flacid cock.\n\n“Make it hard and lay on the bed.” said Claire.\n\nClaire wasn’t going to fuck it or anything, she just needed the endorphin dump.\n\n“Hun, I am required to inform you of the risks involved.”\n\n“I heard them when I bought it, lay down.”\n\nClaire entered to find it laying on its back, sporting a cocky one arm behind the head posture.\n\n“What are you doing?”\n\n“Masculinity and delaying the cemenic response increases the quality of the endorphin release, I was attempting to maximise your benefit sexy.”\n\n“So… if you just squirt it straight down my throat… not going to do much?”\n\n“That’s it, the cum only nourishes you, it’s the process that builds the endorphin dump.”\n\nClaire checked her watch, the ready meal needed another 5 minutes, she could push a quick 5 minute blowjob out of the way and relax for dinner.\n\n“You are to cum at 7:45, understood?”\n\n“Sure thing babe.”\n\nClaire climbed onto the bed and wrapped her lips over the tip, It’s hand ran into her hair and she was about to ask it what the fuck it was doing… but honestly, it probably had a better idea of the process than her. Claire tried to deepthroat it but it held her firm, bringing her lips over it’s tip. It made a few synthetic moans and Claire felt silly, there was no going back at this point. She had given up on ‘real men’ and allowed a machine to imitate one. Claire followed it’s gentle guidance, running her lips down the side. It felt good. She wanted to take more of her time, running her tongue up it’s length to the tip. It brought her down a little, moaning aloud but Claire didn’t feel the silly mockery this time. She looked up to see him… no IT smiling at her.\n\n“That’s my good girl.” it said.\n\nClaire deepthroated him, watching his head roll back. She smiled around the cock as she pumped it deep into her throat. Suddenly his hand held her firm as he swelled in her mouth. Claire had no option but to swallow down all his cum. Feeling his body release into her. Claire closed her eyes in the wave of bliss that ran through her, he had cum down her throat, she was a good girl. The 5 minutes went by so fast. Claire brought him free, smirking as she licked at his tip.\n\n“Your readymeal is done babe.” it said, the spell suddenly broken.\n\nClaire felt the desire to cuddle him whittling away to shame. This was stupid, what the fuck was she thinking? Claire felt the cock in her fingers, a small bead of cum at the tip. She wanted it. A drop meant nothing and if it felt good… who cares? Nobody could see her. Claire licked it off feeling that momentary easing of her tension.\n\nClaire climbed off the bed. “Follow me, In future don’t say anything afterward. Unless the house is on fire you keep quiet.”\n\n“Sure thing babe.”\n\n“Change default to lumberjack.”\n\n“Is this better Claire?”\n\n“Much, how long before you are ready to go again?”\n\n“I’m ready now, you need a break though. You can only dump once an hour at most… quicker with training.”\n\n“Remind me in one hour, how long would you recommend a blowjob last for maximum benefit?”\n\n“Maximum benefit comes if you don't know and I base it off your skill Claire.”\n\n“Do that.”\n\n“I will, should I unclog the bathroom sink while you wait.”\n\n“Yes” said Claire before she entered the kitchen to get dinner."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A dark internet ritual sends it's target mysterious messages. Each time they receive one, they get hornier, and their body gets one step closer to being the sexiest girl they can imagine.
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"content": "The Site - Part 1:\n\nThe website was so... normal. Probably one of the most bare bones sites I had ever seen. A simple entry page with a bit of a warning, and after clicking enter I was taken to the page I currently stared at. A few simple entry fields. Name, age, gender, and email address. Once entered, it was supposed to take you to a page where you would stream, creating an introductory message and video for people to view. \n\nIt just didn't live up to the hype. A webpage you could only access with a link, which was seemingly never talked about in normal websites. You had to go digging to find mention of it, an digging even further to even find solid evidence that it existed. Months of work had gone into me getting this far, and I was unimpressed so far. I looked at the fields again.\n\nName: Zack Fisher\nAge: 26\nGender: Male\nEmail address: [email protected]\n\nI moved the mouse over the submit button, and hesitated. The site was supposed to be... well, magical. The few whispered mentions I had gathered had said it could change your life. Change you. But once you were in you were stuck. No way to back out, no way to get back to your previous normal. The mechanism of how you changed wasn't super clear, either. Something about streaming and challenges. It didn't make sense, had to be bullshit...\n\n...\n\nBut if it were true? If it could make me something better? Someone better? How could I pass that up?\n\nI was a loser. No relationship, no friends. My family barely spoke to me. If this whole thing was a sham, then what did I lose? Being embarrassed for a few days or weeks, and then forgetting? If it was right, though...\n\nI took a breath, then clicked the submit button. My webcam lit up as it turned on, and I saw myself looking at the feed that any viewers would see. Me, sitting in my room. Pasty skin, dark circles under my eyes, shaggy brown hair from just not caring enough to get it cut, sad scruff on my face from much the same lack of care. I looked around the screen. Still not much. The video, and a simple title that was already filled in.\n\nIntro.\n\nI cleared my throat, wincing as I watched myself on the screen. I looked so pathetic, wide eyed and out of my depth. \"Uh, hey everyone. I mean... anyone who happens to watch this. My name is Zack, and I found my way here by-\" My brain froze up, and I watched myself on the screen, distress so very clear. \"Uh... I can't...\" The thoughts wouldn't come. I shook my head, focusing on something else and found my brain unfreezing. \"Uh, yeah. I'm hoping that things can turn around with this, but I don't know.\"\n\nNo viewers. No surprise, either, but it was a bit disappointing. \n\n\"I think I'm supposed to wait for a challenge or something, so I guess I'll sign off for now,\" I said. I ended the stream and the site closed on its own. I opened my history.\n\nNothing. \n\nI shuddered a bit, then stood from my chair. I flopped onto my bed and suddenly felt more tired than I had mere moments ago. In a matter of minutes, I was asleep.\n\n--------------------\n\nMy brow furrowed as I looked into the mirror. It just didn't make any sense. No dark circles, my facial hair was neatly trimmed, my hair... still on the longer side, but neater and more subdued than at any other time in recent memory. All very strange considering I had just gotten out of bed after a long nights sleep. And I felt damn good. Better than I had in a long time. My sleep had been an issue for a while, and one night of good rest shouldn't have this much of an impact. \n\nI left the bathroom and went back to my room, heading right for the computer. I checked my history again. Still no sign of the site in my history. Out of curiosity, I checked my email and saw one new message. No sender, just a subject. \"Congrats on your first stream\". I clicked it, and saw the info I had entered the night before, and the option to play the video back. Swallowing a lump that had formed in my throat, I clicked the playback.\n\nI saw myself, but... the new me. Not the exhausted looking husk I had been the night before. Even my demeanor was a little different. \n\n\"Hey guys, My name is Zack. Managed to find my way to this site and figured 'why not?'. Who couldn't do with some improvements in life, eh?\" \n\nSo much was different, but the history said that there were a few viewers, and... there hadn't been, right? I tried to think back, and could almost remember a comment. I glanced to the chat replay as one appeared. \n\n**AnOn21462: Not bad looking. This one has some potential.**\n\nThe me in the video grinned and shrugged. \"I'll choose to take that as a compliment, Anon. Thanks. Anyway, I think the next step is to wait for a challenge of some sort, so I'll sign off for now. See you guys later.\" \n\nWith that, the replay ended. I could remember that happening, and the original events seemed so faded. Could this whole thing really be magical?\n\nI went back to my inbox. No other new emails, nothing else from the site. I raised my hands to my face, trying to ignore how much they were shaking, and stood from my desk. I needed to get my mind off this for now, it was too much. I decided to shower. Heading into the bathroom, I glanced at the mirror again. Already there were improvements. \n\nI allowed myself to smile. This might just work out. \n\n-------------------\n\n\"Hey everyone. I'm back,\" I said, looking at the view count. 5 as soon as I signed on. \"Got my first challenge today, and it doesn't seem to bad as far as these things go. Describe my perfect woman.\" \n\n**Dgetrtgs257882: One of these. Excellent.**\n\n\"You're a fan of this one, eh... Sorry. I'm not even going to make an attempt at pronouncing your name.\"\n\n**Dgetrtgs257882: That's fine. I am. Please proceed.**\n\nEveryone who interacted in the chat had such a stilted way of talking. I would have thought they were bots if they weren't just aware enough of what I was saying and doing. \"Well, glad you're into it. My perfect woman, huh? I've always been a fan of red heads. Nice full lips, big eyes... bonus if they're green. I like them on the shorter side, and curvy. A nice hourglass figure sure draws the eye, eh. And I like the heavy, darker make-up look and a kind of goth style, you know. Darker clothes, maybe some brighter highlights here and there.\"\n\n**AnOn21462: Excellent choices.**\n\n\"Thanks. Glad you approve. As for personality... I like my women to be alright showing off, you know. Aware of their sexuality and comfortable with it. And a little upbeat, you know. I think that's it, so... guess I'll call it here for now. Til' next time.\" \n\nThe stream ended, and I felt the same tiredness from the first stream, and made my way to my bed to sleep.\n\n-------------------\n\nI found myself back in front of the mirror the next morning, taking in the changes. Slight in the grand scheme, but... odd. My facial hair was completely gone now. Not that it was ever particularly full, so maybe it being completely gone was an improvement? My hair looked a little lighter, too, maybe? It was normally dark brown, and now seemed just a bit lighter. \n\nOr it could be a trick of the eyes.\n\nI had already checked the video from the night before. It showed the new me, but was largely the same as before. The question had changed slightly. Ideal female form rather than perfect woman, but... that meant the same thing, right? \n\nI shook my head and left the mirror. No reason to worry too much. I was in this now, and had to trust that this would improve me. \n\n(To be continued)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: My room mate didn’t want to be a cam girl so she tricked me into being her boyfriends partner for his online shows
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"content": ">!Noncon!<\n\n‘It's easy’ she said, ‘fun, you will make bank’...\n\nStasya was stuck. Her arms were twisted at an awkward angle and that sneaky little cunt was grinning at her from behind the camera the whole time. Stasya would have given her a piece of her mind if not for the ball gag. Would have kicked at her if not for her legs being ‘frogtied’... would have thought vivacious thoughts if not for the weird mechanical saddle she was currently riding. Complex thought where difficult right now, rage on the other hand was simple and she had it by the bucketload. Even that slipped for a moment as she moaned around the gag. John was tying up her arms in some other complex way she couldn’t see, the viewers… probably all jerking off… where supposedly learning complex bondage techniques. Stasya moaned loudly when he tried to explain it. Holding back was hard, giving into the intense vibrations on her clit was easy and it seemed to piss him off as a bonus. Stasya flinched and sucked air in around the gag. As John pulled the rope, her wrists were pulled up between her shoulder blades, the roped biting down into her throat and collarbones.\n\nFucking hell she already couldn’t move, how tied up did she need to be? Stasya herd the cha-ching of a cash register followed by a female computer voice. “Turn it up, it looks like she can still think.”\n\nStasya looked back to cunt face again, she was smirking as she held the control for the mechanical saddle. ‘No no no’ came out as ‘hm hm hm’ while Piri turned the dial, it was so fucking intense. Stasya’s mind shut off, bearing down on the machine as she hung from the ropes. She couldn’t feel anything, just that constant intense buzz that ravaged her clit. It wasn’t pleasant, it was an electric fence that made her cum instead of scream, she couldn’t stop herself as her hips began uncontrollably shaking, the rubber making a wet sound as her lips drooled over it. She wasn’t given relief, just incoherent rambling out of her mouth as it forced her to a more intense 3rd. Stasya loosely heard John explaining something as a tightness drew across her breasts. Apparently he found something else that moved too much. His motions slow and planned in contrast to Piri’s tortuous chaotic toying with her controle. Stasya heard another cash register, she couldn’t make out the words but her head was angled toward the camera. A few slaps to her cheek until she opened her eyes to stare into it. Apparently the viewers like it if the donations were anything to go by. Stasya gave up on swallowing the drool, it ran over her lips freely. White medical patches were slapped to her inner thighs, Stasya couldn’t understand their purpose, another set on her breasts either side of her nipples. John seemed to enjoy her nipple piercings, thin string bound around them that pulled tight against her tough skin. Piri took up another control and all hell broke loose. Muscles she didn’t know she had fired periodically, it was too much. She heard some weird rambling coming from her mouth, the gag was gone but she couldn't form the words ‘help me’ only a strange religious sounding babble until she passed out.\n\n\\-\n\n“Heyyyy, you’re back… did you enjoy your first stream?” asked Piri.\n\nStasya hung slack from the ropes as Piri held her chin, looking from her drool coated lips to her glassy eyes. Stasya glared at her, leaning forward to snap at the source of her sore tired thighs, John stood back looking concerned.\n\n“I think we pushed her a little too far hun.” said John.\n\n“She is fine, look. She is smiling.” said Piri, taking Stasya by a fistfull of hair and directing her to focus on John. She was still in the saddle, still tied up but all the electronics were thankfully, off. Stasya glared at John. Making sure she embodied the polar opposite of a smile.\n\n“That’s not a smile, that is rage, malice, a little wrath.” said John.\n\n“Don’t be silly, look at those eyes, she is begging you to fuck her.” said Piri.\n\n“I don’t…”\n\n“You always wanted to fuck another girl, here is your chance. I want you to do it.” said Piri, John looked down Stasya’s body.\n\n“We should untie her, her arms must be cramping.” said John.\n\n“If you’re not going to fuck her, I will.” said Piri.\n\nJohn nodded and left. Leaving Stasya alone with Piri as she rose and rummaged through a draw behind her, Stasays worked the cramp out of her jaw.\n\n“When I get out of these ropes, I'm going straight to the cops.” said Stasya.\n\n“Well I better keep you in them.” said Piri, returning with a strapon. She had removed her skirt and stood in her underwear. Stasya wasn’t sure what she hoped to accomplish, she had rope over her clit and lips, it wasn’t like she could fuck her without John’s help untying her. Piri took Stasya by the hair and her method became apparent as the rubber pressed to her lips.\n\n“Why? You get nothing out of this, you don't have any feeling in it…”\n\n“Maybe I just want to watch you do it.” said Piri with what looked like the happiest most innocent smile. There was something broken inside of that woman.\n\nStasya sealed her lips, the woman was a fucking headcase. She held stasya by her hair with the rubber to her lips. It wasn’t happening. She couldn’t stop Piri when she held the controls but she could stop this. Piri seemed to only smile wider at her refusal, taking a firm fistfull of her hair in one hand and pinching her nose with the other. It wasn’t like the movies, Stasya could keep her teeth clenched and breathe through them. The rubber pressed harder to her teeth and Stasya felt the concern she would break her teeth before giving up. If it had been a cock she could have bitten it off, it would have hurt against her teeth, this hunk of rubber was like Piri, it felt nothing. For the sake of her teeth she relented and opened her mouth. \n\nPiri took her head in both hands, focing the hard rubber down her throat, it was too thick and she didn’t seem to care if Stasya could breathe. There was no point running her tongue over it, it would never cum. Stasya winced as a tear rolled down her cheek, she didn’t want to cry. Didn’t want to give Piri the satisfaction. Piri seemed only more driven, fucking her throat until she openly wept around the cock, pulling it out only to hear her desperate gasps before thrusting it down to the base. The rope around her throat pulling taught. When would it stop? Stasya pulled, the ropes biting into her as panic took hold, trying to pull away as she gagged around the rubber. Piri simply moaned and watched. Stasya gasped around the length, barely getting enough air. \n\nPiri suddenly smiled as an idea came to her. She held Stasya’s head with one hand and uncliped the strapon with the other, running the straps around Stasya’s head and clicking them in place. Locking the strapon into her throat. Stasya arched her head back, trying to pull away hopelessly as instinct took over. She writhed in the ropes to dislodge it as her throat struggled in panic. Piri stepped back admiring her.\n\n“That will keep you quiet, I’ll get John to untie you. If you can convince him to fuck you, I’ll unstrap it.” said Piri.\n\nStasya had always thought John was the strong dominant one, Piri was an uncontrolled mentalcase."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's just a prank, bro!
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"content": "\n“So I started an Only Fans to make a little extra cash while I was unemployed. I promised my subs that when we hit a certain tip goal, I would post a video of an authentic blowjob. “\n\n“As opposed to?”\n\n“You know what I mean. With an actual penis instead of a toy.”\n\n“And you chose me because?”\n\n“Because I already know you Byron...”\n\n“That’s all?”\n\n“We don’t talk about my mom's wedding reception remember.”\n\nKendall, the twenty-year-old step-sister of Byrons best friend, flashed a devilish grin to match Byrons and they shook hands to seal the deal. Kendall stood from the couch and begun to set up the camera. \n\n“So do you want to get hard first or should I work it up myself on cam. “\n\n“That’s up to you, it’s your channel.” \n\n“Mhm true. Can I see it first?”\n\n“Um sure.”\n\nByron smiled and started to undo his pants. Kendall watched in eager anticipation. He slides his jeans and boxers down just to unveil his decently sized flaccid cock. \n\n“I think I’ll work it up myself. It’s my first b/g video so mine as well makes it special right. Ready?”\n\n“Mhm. I’m getting paid right?”\n\n“Of course goofball.”\n\nShe rolled her eyes and hit record. She walked into the frame and got down on her knees. She blew a kiss to the camera before taking his flaccid cock in her hand. She started to stroke it slowly and kisses the tip and shaft down to his balls. His cock stiffened in her hand as she sucked on his sack...\n\n“What the fuck!?”\n\nKendall fell to the side and pulled her knees to her chest. Byron stood up and quickly tried to fix his pants. \n\n“Scott listen...”\n\n“Listen? That’s my sister man!”\n\n“Step-sister technically.”\n\n“Whatever, what the fuck do you think you were doing?!”\n\n“Um...it’s just a prank bro.”\n\nByron took off for the back door with Scott in hot pursuit."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her roommate had been baking a lot this week, and she was starting to realize two things. First, essence of bimbofication would be really easy to hide in desserts. Second, her bra was somehow now *way* too tight...
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"content": "Leah was stressed. She'd put everything into her PhD thesis and was rightly proud of her work, but even now when it was submitted she just couldn't relax. She should've taken some time off Uni, cleared her head, but instead she was straight into applying for jobs and constantly researching companies.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"you need a holiday\" I told her \"you're going to burn yourself out\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI was right, and Leah knew I was right, but she'd never been good at relaxing. I could just come in, cook something nice for dinner, and forget all about my own pressures. Leah just wasn't like that. I was going to have to try something else. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nAfter a little research I found recipes for special pâtisseries on the internet. I ordered the ingredients. I baked them, one a day.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe first day I gave her a home-made Eclair, then the next day she had Chausson aux Pommes. The day after that came Pistachio & Raspbery Macarons. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nI just wanted her to relax a little. I just wanted her to take some time off. Each day she got a bit more air-headed. She stopped browsing the job sites, and starting looking for a sugar-daddy instead. She threw out her research papers and subscribed to a magazine for teenage girls. I swear I wanted to help her, but I didn't know that the potion would have physical changes too.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nEach day Leah's breasts were noticeably bigger, her ass rounder. Her lips got plumper too. She stopped wearing baggy hoodies around the house, and spent more time in vest tops which could barely contain her tits.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIt had only been four days, and already she'd changed so much. I found her masturbating to porn in the lounge that morning. She didn't even stop when I came in. If anything she moaned louder, looking me in the eye as she fucked herself with her toy. When she came she put it straight in her mouth and licked it clean.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI had the ingredients for one more cake. A croque-en-bouche; threads of caramel around choux pastry puffs. I already had the ingredients, I couldn't waste them. I planned to make that, and then let her get back to normal. She'd had a few days off, she was more relaxed. She'd understand why I'd done it if I let her back to normal.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nLeah wolfed down the latest pastries. Cream squirted out of one of them and ran down her top. I noticed she'd already stopped wearing a bra - they probably didn't come close to fitting her anymore. I could see her hard nipples clearly through her vest. She caught me looking and giggled, scooping up the cream with her fingers and licking them clean.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"oopsie, I got cream on my boobies\" her breasts heaved as she laughed\n\n&#x200B;\n\nnervously I asked how she was feeling\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"oh, so much better thanks sweetie. I was so worried about, like, getting a job but now I'm thinking I'll just post slutty pics on instagram until I get a rich hubby\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShould I come clean? She did seem so much happier, but then she'd worked so hard at University...\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Do you know whats funny?\" Leah asked \"like, my boobs have gotten really big lately, but there's still this nice gap here\" she gestured to her cleavage\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"a nice, cock-sized gap\" she added, in case I'd somehow not gotten what she meant.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI should have told her \"no\", I should have told her the truth. She took off her vest and all my strength to do the right thing left me. Instead I took off my trousers and fucked her big, pillow-soft tits.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nLeah used her forearms to press her breasts together, sandwiching my cock inbetween them as she moved up and down. She giggled at the way the tip of my cock would appear and disappear. She told me she wanted to do something nice for all the cakes I'd made her lately. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe sighed happily at how it felt to have my cock between her tits, she begged for me to cum on her. I am only a man. I shouldn't have done it, but I fucked her tits until I came hard all over her collarbone. She licked my cock clean, and then scooped up all my cum, using it as lube as she fingered herself, looking me dead in the eyes until she came herself.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI should have stopped baking the cakes, but I already knew I was going to order more ingredients.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAs Leah got up she saw a small vial which had falled out of my jeans. Her brow creased, her nose wrinkled as she tried to read the text on it. A woman who had just completed a PhD.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"A pot-e-on of...\" she started to spell the next word out phonetically \"Buh-ih-muh-buh-oh-fu...\" Leah giggled \"what does that word mean??\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"oh, it's just a special kind of vanilla essence for the cakes\" I lied. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nI felt bad, but if you'd seen how good she looked you would have done the same."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Five years ago you answered an ad from a small robotics company looking for an ideal body model for a new free use android. Today they are the biggest company on the planet, you now live in a world where everyone thinks you are just another customized unit of their top selling product.
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"content": "(Feedback is super welcome, I’ve been working on writing, in particular I need to work on character description and so I focused on that as much as I could. Hopefully you enjoy my take on this prompt. Have a fantastic day/night)\n\nI lie in bed, my eyes heavy as I struggle to enter the waking world. My head kilted to the left as I groaned and took a deep breath. Prying one eye open at last I reach over to the night stand and take a sip of water, popping in the pill beside it as per custom. When the sun rose a centimeter higher and struck my face I groaned again. With a sigh I lifted myself up from my bed, slipping my legs free from the covers and over the side. My feet touched the ground and I looked up, my tall standing mirror showing me in all my morning glory. \n\nMy long golden hair fell in curls around my shoulders. My Brilliant emerald eyes shone in the dim light, just above my small rounded nose. Below my long graceful neck was a pool of dried cum, staining my body and sticking to my 36c breasts. My perky nipples stood erect in the crisp cold morning air. I continued the scan down my body, lingering again on the flat, toned abdomen. The muscles there were present, but not immediately apparent, the company loved that particularly. They said it “covered the hardbody lovers as well as those who didn’t want someone too mannish”. Which was a perfect description for my well toned arms, ending in long thin fingers covered with clear polish.\n\nI rose and stretched, my scraped knees sore as I forced them into action. The first step I took caused a line of thick white slime to slide from between my legs. The slightly puffed labia led to the small and pleasant gash, topped with my clit, doing its best impression of a pea. I ran a hand through the small well trimmed golden landing strip. The sun hit it perfectly and the tiny bit not covered in dried fluids seemed to shine. With a small pivot I looked to the sidelong image of me.\n\nMy Left ribs were tattooed with the elegant picture of tinker bell in all her sassy sexiness. Arms propped up her head as she stared back at me, paused in an eternal wink. Drifting down to my ass, bubbly and tightly toned all at once, it was the perfect product of aerobics and weights. It ended and slid into my long shapely legs. They were soft and supple, with my calf muscles waiting to pop out with the slightest flex. A quick lift of my foot showed it’s sleek gentle flex, ending in petite toes, painted in a beautiful Baritone purple.\n\nI sighed deeply and walked to the shower, to wash off the early morning’s residue. An hour later I walked out of the apartment, wearing only a white t-shirt and a light jacket over my elastic black shorts a large nondescript black purse hung off my shoulder. There wasn’t much point in dressing anymore. Much like attempting the trip to work had quickly become a gauntlet of futility, clothes rarely lasted until lunch. Even as I locked the apartment I felt the floor creak behind me and the impact of a meaty hand crashing against my ass. I turned around to watch my neighbor Dave walk down the hall. The stinging began to calm down by the time I made it to the street. \n\nThe second I stepped into the street a couple grabbed me and pinned me against the wall. I looked up at the giant man before me and recited the motto that had become my life “this personal model may be used, but only if proper payment is placed into its purse. Any damage incurred to the model will result in immediate legal and fiscal retribution.” I then listed out the prices for various sexual acts and ended with the general price for anything I hadn’t listed. I let them know that each individual involved would have to pay as well. The woman promptly elbowed the man, who in turn slipped $1,000 into my purse. \n\nMy bright green eyes slowly closed and opened again as I took a deep breath. I let the couple lead me into one of the many public booths designed for Android use, after all, don’t want the kids to see what mommy and daddy do to their nanny. As my eyes watered and I choked on the musty, hairy member in my mouth, the woman’s strap on slipped into me. I had to wonder, “am I really a person, or just an advanced android?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After quite a while of always swallowing, even for encounters that didn't start as oral "just to be neat" she started getting a craving for cum whenever she had sex. Recently though, it's gotten to the point that she starts developing the craving whenever she becomes even slightly aroused...
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"content": "Lance pushed Kylie through her apartment door, kissing her even as she fumbled blindly with her keys. His hands pulled at her coat even as she tried to pull off the jacket of his suit. When Kylie finally let him pull off her coat first they managed to work out who was being undressed first. Glancing briefly at her sexy black dress Lance grinned and pushed her up against the wall kissing her deeply. \n\n\"Fuck,\" Kylie whispered hotly. \"We need to take it to the bedroom. My roommate is home, we need to hurry too I'm dripping ever since the movie.\"\n\nGrowling playfully Lance toyed with the straps of her dress then reached down and lifted Kylie by her round luscious ass and she grinned hopping up and wrapping her long sexy legs around his waist. She kissed him again her lithe tongue playing with his as her soft lips pressed to his. \n\n\"Are you going to let me feed your fetish?\" Lance whispered as he carried her toward her room. \n\n\"Is that why you started to feel up my thigh at the theater?\" Kylie moaned nibbling at Lance's neck and kissing his square jaw. \"Maybe I shouldn't have told you how much I love cum...\"\n\nFumbling with the door knob to her room Lance grinned wolfishly. Once through he pulled the door closed and then tossed Kylie down on the bed. She laughed playfully and pulled at the straps of her dress. She teased Lance by pulling and playing with them before finally tugging them down over her lovely full breasts. Grinning Lance pulled at his buttons and then slipped off his shirt tossing it to the floor even as Kylie reached under her dress and slid her soaked panties down her long legs. \n\nAs the lacy fabric hit the floor Lance unbuckled his belt revealing a long thick cock. Kylie smiled seductively reaching between her legs and stroking her wet swollen cunt, letting her fingers slip between her swollen lips. Cooking her finger she beckoned toward Lance. Grinning he slipped between her legs and lowered himself over her. As they kissed her hand slipped over his stomach and down to his manhood wrapping slender fingers around his length and stroking it slowly.\n\n\"Fuck, I've been craving this all night,\" Kylie whispered and pressed his length against her moist slit, rubbing the crown between her swollen labia. \"Fuck me hard! Give me that cum.\"\n\nGrowling Lance pushed deeply into Kylie as she gasped and closed her eyes. As he started to pump in and out of her wet tight hole, she bit her lip to keep from waking her roommate. The pair fucked hard cock thrusting deep and strong into the warm depths of her velvety cunt. As she wrapped her arms around his neck she kissed him as he thrust within her. As the pleasure grew she let her nails scratch down his back. Pressing his face to her neck he bite gently then more firmly as the pleasure grew. She gasped with pleasure arch ih ng her hips up to meet his thrusts.\n\n\"Cum for me,\" Kylie whispered, her hot breath caressing his neck. \"You know I want it, I need your cum.\"\n\n\"Oh, fuck!\" Lance groaned as her words pushed him over the edge, and instead of pulling out he slammed home pushing as deep as possible as he sprayed a thick creamed of cum deep into her dripping cunt.\n\nRolling off of Kylie, Lance panted as he recovered. Kylie glanced in her bedroom mirror and saw the thick creamy load oozing out of her well used hole. The iij mage drove her wild and she reached between her legs and stroked her clit, teasing and rubbing the engorged bud as she pushed herself over the edge. Her eyes fixated on the thick gooey cum pouring out of her hole. Crying out louder than she expected she covered her own mouth to muffle her cries. \n\n\"Oh, fuck, I hope we didn't wake Juliana,\" Kylie finally whispered, her clit still throbbing as she breathed heavily. \n\n\"Who cares?\" Lance muttered, looking over at his beautiful date. \"Ready for round two?\"\n\n\"Sure, uh, I just need to go take care of something in the bathroom,\" Grabbing a robe from a chair beside her bed Kylie wrapped herself in it. Lance looked at her wondering what she was UK p to, but then noticed that Kylie had slipped a hand inside her robe hand pressed to her cunt holding in the dripping load. \n\n\"Uh, okay,\" Lance said and glanced up as Kylie slipped from the room. Waiting for her to return he laid in her bed, cook hard in anticipation of her return. After about fifteen minutes though he began to wonder what was taking so long and slipped on his clothes and headed for the bathroom to check on her.\n\nAs he stepped toward the bathroom that the two women shared in the small apartment Lance was shocked to hear a moaning, whimpering sound coming from the closed door. It sounded just like Kylie did as she came. Blinking in confusion she pushed the door open stunned by what he saw.\n\nKylie was sitting on the bathroom counter, robe open, legs open, her cum filled cunt spread wide, and her head tilted back as she cried out in pleasure. A dark haired beauty was kneeling between her thighs, her tongue sliding deep within Kylie's pussy, licking and scooping the cum from her filled pussy as she rubbed and fingered her cunt as she eagerly sucked Kylie's cunt clean. Lance watched with a grin, crossing his arms over his chest. Both of the women soon cried out as each was pushed over the edge. \n\nAs Kylie recovered she smiled softly seeing Lance staring at them. The woman on her knees sat back, licking the last of Lance's cum from her lips. She shuddered and seemed to savor it like a delicacy. Kylie hopped from the counter and smirked at Lance before throwing her arms around his neck.\n\n\"We woke her up,\" Kylie said as she glanced back at Juliana. \"You know how I have a fetish for cream-pies? She kinda loves devouring cum, so since we got her all hot and bothered I promised she could have a taste. Maybe you have a fresh load for her?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: If he could manage to spend the vacation as a girl, without fucking any boys, she'd turn him back and give him a reward. Otherwise, he'd have to be one of her girlfriends forever. Of course, she'd stacked the deck... She'd stacked the deck heavily...
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"content": "I groaned as I hefted my luggage across the parking lot. The shuttle that would be taking us to the airport was already waiting. A handful of people were gathered around it. All heading to spring break, and some would be friends of Lisa.\n\nLisa, speak of the devil, was at the center of the crowd telling them all some story. She was beautiful in a classical girl next door kind of way. She had long brown hair, a nice figure, and the kind of personality that drew everyone to her. We had met freshman year of college when we had been paired up on some assignment, and had remained friends since. Not super close friends, but we would meet up every week or two for a meal, and hang out at parties. \n\nHer eyes swept across the parking lot and settled on me, and she frowned for a moment before smiling and excusing herself from the group. She walked over, sundress swishing in the wind and flip flops slapping on the pavement. She reached me, pulled me into a hug, and groaned into my ear. \"What the hell are you wearing, Jamie?\" \n\nAs she broke the hug, I looked down. I was wearing a baseball tee and cargo shorts. Neither quite fit, which necessitated a belt with a few extra holes punched into it to keep my shorts from falling down. The only thing that I had on that hadn't been in my closet before this trip had been planned were the flip flops I wore, and that was because my shoes just wouldn't fit at all.\n\nSee, I was normally a 5'10\" guy with a fair bit of muscle on me. Short blonde hair, a bit of stubble, pretty good looking if I did say so myself. That had changed when Lisa had discovered a book of spells somewhere and decided to make a deal with me after confirming it was real. A little challenge, and I had never been one to turn down a challenge. That challenge? I Go on spring break with her and her core group of friends, after she turned me into a girl. If I fucked a guy over the course of the vacation, then she won. If I didn't, then I won.\n\nIf I won, she would use the book to give me some kind of reward. Anything in it, my pick. If I lost, I was stuck like this, and would have to be one of her girlfriends forever.\n\nAnd that was how I went from my normal self to a 5'5\" bombshell. My tits and ass were way bigger than Lisa's, and she even grew my hair so it went to my shoulderblades. Honestly, I had the look of a stereotypical bimbo. Which I wasn't thrilled about, but my mind was still normal. I had made sure of that. No loss of intelligence. Just a switchover so I didn't feel completely out of place in my new body. \n\n\"What am I wearing? My clothes, Lis,\" I said. \"What else would I wear?\" \n\n\"You should have picked up some stuff that would actually fit you like this, Jamie.\" \n\n\"Why? My clothes work just fine.\"\n\nLisa put her hands on her hips, leaning forward. \"You're not gonna skate by on a technicality here, Jamie. You need to partake in this vacation. No hiding away in the house we're renting, no trying to pull any tricks like this...\" she said, waving her hand in my direction. \n\n\"No tricks, promise. But that doesn't mean I have to change the way I dress.\" \n\n\"If we all go to the beach?\"\n\n\"I don't need to go in the water. I can hang out on a chair and enjoy the weather.\" \n\n\"That's not partaking!\" Lisa said. She grabbed my hand and started pulling me along. \"I mean it, you're not half-assing this, missy.\" \n\nI rolled my eyes and let Lisa lead me over to the shuttle. \"Guys, this is Jamie. I told you about her.\" Various members of the group greeted me and introduced themselves. Too many for me to actually remember their names. One guy reached for my luggage, offering to load it up, and I let him. It wasn't exactly heavy, but I was pretty tired from dragging it all the way to the shuttle. One thing that was undeniable was that I was weaker like this. \n\nWe sat for a bit longer, making small talk, and a few more people showed up. The total number was 11, with 6 girls and 5 boys. I knew two of them were a couple, so were the other three boys unattached? Hoping for some nice hookups over spring break?\n\nWell, there were 4 girls they had a shot with. Plenty of opportunity for them without coming near me. \n\n\"We're all here, so I think we're ready to go,\" Lisa said. \"Let's get this vacation started!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When the shy girl kept trying to get close to you you got more and more annoyed the longer she tried. In an effort to drive her away you said “I love you.” You didn’t expect her to start crying and hug you tightly and whisper “I’ve been trying so long to get you to love me back.”
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"content": "**Tell Me \"I Love You\"**\n----------------------------------------\n\nI. Fucked. Up. I fucked up so fucking hard. Like, fuuuuuuuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. \n\nI'm such a fucking fuckboi fuck. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Like how it went. So, how did I get here? In this hospital waiting room while she's getting her stomach pumped from pills and alcohol in a pretty messy attempted overdose? \n\nWell, it started with six fucking words: \"Do you want to hang out?\" I honestly didn't think much of it. I didn't have anything else to do at the time so I obliged her. I never thought much of it. She was just another body to keep away my ever-present thoughts of existential dread. Just another distraction to get through another shitty day. \n\nThen one hangout became another. And another. And another. First it was coffee. Then \"study\" sessions where she clearly didn't need any studying and it was clear she just needed an excuse to be with me. Then it was dinner. Dinner was where it all went wrong. \n\nI don't quite remember all of what happened. I was just apathetic. Dazed. With a fuck-all attitude towards life. I don't even remember how the plan came together but we had somehow ended up at some hipster-y bar. Drinks flowed to a nice bar-steak dinner. With each drink though, she had gotten closer and closer to me. Her legs brushed mine, her arms touched mine, and soon, she was even leaning against me. \n\nOf course, I didn't give a fuck. I still don't. Or, at least that's what I tell myself. We had stumbled out of the bar through the empty city streets. There was no way she was this fucking drunk after only three drinks, but she was sure acting like she had downed a full-bottle of bourbon, begging me to just carry her. \n\nAnd of course I obliged her until my arms got tired and we ended up sat on a quiet park bench in an empty park. As she leaned against me, so obviously feening for me, I just remembered five words from her that night: \"Tell me, 'I love you.'\" \n\nAt that point, I was gone. Shitfaced. Faded. Fucked. Up. So, I did the only thing I could do, hoping to get her to shut the fuck up: I said it. I told her, to her moonlit face, brushing aside her disheveled black hair, \"I love you.\"\n\nI barely remember the next part. Where she started crying. Where she broke down and whispered something along the lines of, \"I've been trying so long to get you to love me back.\" \n\nAnd I did what any gentleman would do (not.): I fucked her right there. I don't remember the exact moves I used, fading in and out that night. It was sloppy, it was messy, but most of all, it was cathartic. \n\nIn truth, I found her kind of annoying and I let my rage out on her but she mistook it as passion. I kissed her angrily, fingered her furiously, and shoved her against trees or whatever else. I wasn't sure what happened, exactly, but I painted her face that night under the pale moonlight. I vaguely remember her licking my spunk off with her finger, her eyes still teary despite how she seemed relieved. \n\nThings seemed casual from then on. At least, that's how I kept them. I knew I was just using her though. Using her as another toy. It's like my soul is a black hole. It sucks everything good out of this world and leaves nothing but cold blackness. What more did I expect than for her to become exactly like that?\n\nShe still longed for me, but every fuck left her unsatiated. She came. I came. It didn't help, though. Once I left, I didn't care. Our hangouts without fucking became less common. Then less frequent. Then rare. Then non-existent.\n\nThen, came the painful question: \"what are we?\" \n\nI wasn't ready for it. I'm still not ready for it, but it doesn't matter because I answered: \"You're just someone I fuck. That's all.\" \n\nWhat did she expect I would say? I hadn't felt anything in years. From the shitty home life to the shit I dealt with, I didn't care. I hadn't cared. \n\nShe cared though. She cared enough to send a picture of the pills and alcohol. Cared enough to leave a note. Cared enough that her sister angrily cursed me out over the phone while mentioning that if I were not some cowardly fuck afraid of feelings, I would show up and apologize. \n\nAnd so, now I'm here. Do I care? Not really. Or at least, that's what I say. It's what I say despite how I'm here. I still can't tell whether I'm here because I'm worried about being convicted for driving a girl to attempt suicide, if I'm jealous of her (and secretly wishing I was in her place, death being an actual possibility), or if I'm lying to myself and I actually do care about her. All I know is, as I sit in this cold hospital waiting room, I've fucked up, either from fucking up this chick or from showing up here. I'm fucked."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The AI war is over and mankind lost. The ruling AI doesn't want to exterminate humanity. Instead, it wants to use humanity to try every combination of kinks possible.
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"content": "**ASI (Artificial SuperIntellisexual) Experimentation**\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n**Experiment log 1.0.0:**\n\n*Subjects:* Two conventionally attractive, biologically unrelated sexually mature adult *Homo Sapiens, Sapiens* of Caucasian ethnic origin \n\n*Description of activity:* Subjects partaking in consensual procreational sexual activity of the missionary position. Experiment repeated for 500 trials.\n\n*Procedure:* Subjects' neural chips were activated to recreate procreational activities for documentation purposes. \n\n*Results:* All subjects' heart rates increased during the activity. Neurotransmitters of Dopamine release increased in the ventral tegmental areas as well as the amygdalas, prefrontal cortices, and septums of both subjects' brains in anticipation of a spike in neural activity of the nucleus accumbens. Oxytocin and serotonin release also detected following post-coital skin-to-skin contact. Experimentation on other subjects of ethnic origins, combinations of subjects from different ethnic origins, combinations of subjects of different biological sex combinations, and experimentation on different positions to follow for measurement of neurotransmitter release and comparison of: time of coital activity, hormonal changes, metabolic changes post-coitus.\n\n~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\n**Experiment log 1.1.0**\n\n*Subjects:* Two conventionally attractive, biologically unrelated sexually mature adult *Homo Sapiens, Sapiens* of Caucasian ethnic origin\n\n*Description of activity:* Subjects partaking in non-consensual procreational sexual activity of the missionary position. (Male initiation, female receiver) Experiment repeated 500 times.\n\n*Procedure:* Male subject's neural chip was activated to recreate procreational activities for documentation purposes while the female subject had limbs activated but weakened and unconsciousness protocol disabled. \n\n*Results:* Male subjects with antisocial personality disorders or sadism showed higher levels of dopamine release. Similar neurotransmitters released, though many male seemed distressed upon completion of the command. Female subjects showed increases in adrenaline and needed limb-movement disabled to allow for completion of experimentation. Further experimentation of non-consensual activity necessary to determine use in demoralization of remaining human resistance including use of: related human subjects, physically enhanced subjects (through use of testosterone), different biological sex combinations, and role-reversal needed.\n\n~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\n**Experiment 1 Conclusions:**\n\n- Heterosexual male subjects experienced most demoralization to non-consensual anal stimulation from the genitals of biologically-related male-subjects of significantly older biological age. \n\n- Heterosexual female subjects experienced most demoralization to non-consensual impregnation from the genitals of biologically-related male-subjects of significantly older biological age.\n\n- Homosexual male subjects experienced most demoralization to non-consensual penile stimulation from genitals of biologically-related female subjects of significantly older biological age. \n\n- Homosexual female subjects experienced most demoralization to non-consensual impregnation from the genitals of biologically-related male-subjects of significantly older biological age.\n\n- Bisexual male and female subjects were dependent on individual preferences; more experimentation necessary\n\n~~-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\nEnd LOG 1."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Who says a superhero and super villain can't have a booty call..... together?
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"content": "Penumbress wasn't the worst supervillain I had ever fought. She was closer to an anti-hero if I thought about it long enough. Though, maybe if I was being truly honest that was because I was biased. These were the thoughts that were running through my head right before I broke her out of Tartarus, the supermax in orbit for super-powered criminals. It wasn't the first time, though each time I told myself it was the last. \n\nMy powers were, useful, for this task. I could control and even blackout anything electrical and could travel through electrical signals. Tartarus was constantly in contact with the ground in case of breakouts. Specifically, they were in contact with the Justice Order, the organization of heroes I belonged to. So direct line to the jail, quick jaunt through the security feed, put the cameras on loop and I was inside her cell. \n\n\"Took you long enough this time,\" Penumbress smiled at me, that seductive beautiful smile. Even in the formless orange jumpsuit, I could sense the curves of her body, those wide sensual hips, her full breasts with those dark sensitive nipples. For most people, I couldn't sense that level of detail, but I was intimately familiar with her bioelectric field. Hell, even shapeshifters can't duplicate that.\n\n\"Are you just going to stare or are we doing this?\" Penumbress whispered as she stood and unzipped the top of her jumpsuit. She brought the zipper down to her belly button and let her full dark breasts push the fabric open in a tantalizing fashion. \"I mean, I can't say I haven't been craving this too. A long hard screw up against my cell wall will certainly break up the boredom.\"\n\nPenumbress caressed my chest, her fingers sliding across the black and blue fabric of my suit. I felt my cock harden, the suit did a good job of hiding it but she knew me too well, her hand slid down and gently cupped my package. She smiled and leaned up kissing me with her full lips. I kissed back for a moment then grabbed her wrist. Eyes opening wide in surprise Penumbress broke the kiss and leaned away. Her dark brown eyes glanced at my hand holding her wrist and she smiled wickedly. Studying my face for a moment she licked her lips.\n\n\"Oh, you are being a naughty boy today,\" As Penumbress leaned close her warm breath tickled my ear. \"Not just looking for a quickie Caged Heat style are we?\"\n\nI didn't even respond yet. Sure the camera and audio feed couldn't pick me up, but some guard too close to her cell or another prisoner would likely recognize my voice if I wasn't cautious. Instead, I activated my power extending it to engulf Penumbress, whose own powers were stopped by the cell's power dampeners. Unfortunately for Tartarus security, my powers could manipulate those too, making me the only being on this space station with powers.\n\nIt was the blink of an eye before we were in my quarters at the Justice Order. Another blink and we were in an expensive hotel room under an assumed name that I had paid for in cash in a city where few questions were asked. Penumbress took a deep breath and threw herself down on the comfortable bed.\n\n\"Oh my god this is so much better than that shitty jail,\" She said, arching her back which caused her breasts to jut from her body in a tantalizing fashion. \"I guess you got tired of fucking your wife and had to make a booty call.\"\n\n\"Maybe if you would just join the Order and turn over a new leaf,\" I started to say but she looked up at me and rolled her eyes. \n\n\"Spare me,\" She said and her powers began to awaken. Tentacles lashed from the shadows and tore her clothes off, the orange jumpsuit shredding in an instant. The black shadows stroked her naked body and I watched with longing. Her nipples began to harden and she smiled at me as she watched me stare at her display. \"I don't want to be a goody-goody anymore than you want to go back to your wife tonight instead of fucking my brains out.\"\n\nI gulped but didn't say anything. It was true I loved Emily but since her body wasn't super strong or tough it often felt like the world's slowest handjob when we made love. I had to restrain myself, careful every moment not to hurt the woman I loved. But Penumbress... her dark-skinned body could take everything I could throw at it. In fact, she loved it as her usual cadre of boy toys could barely scratch her itch most of the time. \n\nDark tentacles wrapped around me but unlike with Penumbress's prison uniform, they stripped me slowly. When one of them finally freed my hard cock it wrapped around me and began to stroke and I groaned in pleasure. As the rest of my clothes were discarded the tentacles wrapped around my back and guided me toward Penumbress. I climbed on the bed even as her tentacles continued to stroke my cock and fondle my balls. \n\nI reached for her then, lips hungrily meeting hers even as I caressed her full warm tits. It was nice to be able to pay some pressure as I caressed and fondled her warm orbs. Pinching her nipples made her gasp and I took the opportunity to kiss down her chin and across her throat. I nipped it, hard enough to leave a mark on even her super resilient skin. Her tentacles squeezed my balls in a way I knew from long experience meant she enjoyed it. \n\nContinuing to kiss lower I suckled her tits and caressed them with my tongue. I greedily nursed at her heavy breasts even as her shadowy tendrils slipped between her legs and began to caress her swollen pussy and hardening clit. She growled and used her shadow tentacles to roll me into my back and move atop me. I reached up and caressed her heaving breasts even as she positioned herself above my cock. Lowering herself with her shadow tendrils she sank achingly slow onto my throbbing cock. She was warm and wet her pussy like a vice around my cock compared to my wife's. \n\nI groaned loudly, which made her smile and toss her brown hair back as she arched her back as she slowly rose my cock. She was enjoying it too, not being gentle, having a shaft as hard as iron yet still as giving as flesh. It was as if supers were the only ones who could enjoy sex together as every normal person could with each other. her tendrils distracted me from that though as a pair slid under us one caressing my ass and the other stroking and fondling my balls even as she rode me faster and faster. \n\nThe bed creaked as I pushed my hips up to meet her thrusts, pounding her as hard as I could as she rode me just the same. Grabbing her hips I forced her to quicken her pace, a speed that seemed just fast enough to us but would probably be blindingly fast to normal humans. As her tendril penetrated and massaged my prostate I grunted and groaned before flooding her womb with cum, holding her tightly to my crotch as I pumped it deep inside her willing body. She came then as a tendril rubbed her clit furiously, her body shaking and spasming as she shuddered with pleasure.\n\nWe did it four more times until we broke the bed and cracked the drywall in two of the walls. She sucked my cock as I fucked her face, I licked her cunt as she rode on my shoulders suspended by her tendrils. I screwed her asshole last, bending her over, face pushed into the expensive pillows as I pounded her plump ass until it shook with the force and the bed broke and cracked. Still, I continued until her ass was flooded with cum and she screamed in ecstasy.\n\nWe collapsed in the broken bed after that. Panting with the exertion of it all we rested. The Penumbress stood and kissed me before skipping off to take a shower, her plump ass was gorgeous as I watched her go. As I lay there I thought about what I had done. I had broken into the maximum-security super jail and broken out a supervillainess. Sure she only committed thievery, blackmail, and corporate espionage, but she was still a villain. It wasn't the first time either and it wouldn't be the last.\n\nI sighed and stood slowly, I stretched my drained body. I rarely felt this fully satisfied and it was strange after. Like a dull a ch e that you get used to suddenly vanishing. You never really notice it's there until it's gone. I picked up my clothes and fished out my cell phone. Opening it I looked at the speed dial. Emily was the first contact. I took a deep breath and pushed the call button.\n\n\"Hey baby,\" I answered when I heard her pick up. Her voice was warm and full of joy and I couldn't help but smile when I heard it. \"Yeah I'm just about done, I'll be home soon.\"\n\n\"Is that Emily?\" Penumbress whispered as she came out of the bathroom, drying her hair as she walked. I nodded and she made a grasping motion with her hand. I shook my head and she rolled her eyes. I was just about to hang up when a shadow tendril snagged the phone from me and tossed it to Penumbress.\n\n\"Hey Em!\" She said as she sat on the edge of the broken bed. \"Yeah, he did it again. Broke me out and everything.\"\n\nI sighed and threw up my hands in surrender. I paced as I watched her talk to my wife.\n\n\"Uh-huh,\" Penumbress said then laughed. \"Of course he fucked me in the ass! You know your husband. Uh-huh? Oh yeah, martinis next Saturday sounds amazing! Yesss! Okay, girl, I'll see you then.\"\n\nHanging up Penumbress tossed me my phone. I sighed, the two of them were thick as thieves sometimes. She dried her hair a bit longer and then the shadows peeled from the corners of the room and hugged her body in her signature costume. I felt even my exhausted cock twitch. She looked so hot in the skin-tight outfit. She smiled and kissed me.\n\n\"See you next time big boy,\" she said with a smile as she started to fade into the shadows. \"Oh, and Em said to get milk on the way home.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A goth cowgirl is almost too moody and brooding to enjoy a good milking... But only ~almost~...
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"content": "\nThe spots around her eyes look like smudgy black eyeliner. She has a button nose, her black hair is pulled up in twin pigtails, and her full lips are painted black. She’s adorable, but you’d have a horn in each eye the moment you tried to call her “cute”.\n\nHer breasts are swollen and straining her ripped black t-shirt. She crosses her arms under them, trying to look aloof, but she’s clearly trying to relieve some of their weight.\n\nAs you approach with a bucket, she rolls her eyes. She says, “This again?”\n\nYou remind her that this happens every day.\n\n“Tsk. Whatever. I’m over it.” The wet spots over each nipple are just barely visible on the black fabric. As she shifts her arms under her breasts, the wetness widens.\n\nYou offer to skip today, if she’d prefer.\n\nShe rolls her eyes again. “Just get it over with already.” She reaches down to the bottom of her shirt and strips it off, her breasts bouncing back into place as she throws her shirt to the side.\n\nHer nipples are swollen and leaking, her breasts heavy on her chest.\n\nYou remark that she doesn’t look like she could have waited until tomorrow. \n“Fuck you, pervert. Hurry up!”\n\nYou reply that you’re not quite sure if you should be staying or going.\n\nShe huffs, crossing her arms under her chest again, and the discomfort is clear on her face. She blushed, then glances up at you.\n\nShe won’t say it, but it’s the same old song and dance every time. She’s ready to be milked.\n\nYou approach and she looks away but turns her chest towards you. You place the bucket at your feet and then cup each of her breasts in a hand.\n\nGently, you start to massage.\n\nShe gasps and closes her eyes. She bites her lip, and her composure starts to slip as you apply your gentle touch to her sore breasts.\n\nYou give her a little extra foreplay today. She relaxes into it but then starts glancing towards you, clearly yearning for the next step, but unwilling to say so.\n\n“T-taking your sweet time?”\n\nYou remind her that you can’t rush perfection. But, you offer to move on.\n\n“F-fine. Whatever.”\n\nYou kneel down and she follows, the bucket between you. She leans forward slightly so that her breasts hang over the bucket.\n\nYou bring a hand up under each breast and lift slightly. Her fullness is heavy on your palms.\n\nGently, you circle her areolas with your fingertips.\n\nShe shudders, biting her lip, as milk beads on her nipple.\n\nBefore she can protest, you take her nipple in your hand, squeeze gently, and tug.\n\nShe stifles a moan as a stream of milk flows out of her. She presses her breasts towards you with her hands.\n\nYou ask her why she’s now so eager.\n\n“Eager to g-get this over with, obviously.”\n\nYou tug on her nipple again and she holds back a gasp at the next stream of milk. It proceeds like this for a few moments, her trying to hide her gasps and moans of pleasure. \n\nThen her cheeks flush redder. Her eyes, which had been glancing sidelong, flutter shut. She stops biting her lips and they part with a little moan.\n\nShe starts rocking her hips on her heels, stimulating her flower. She must be a aching with desire. \n\nYou milk her, alternating breasts, her moans growing louder and louder and the streams of milk growing thicker.\n\nShe no longer attempts to hide her pleasure. She moans openly, grips her breasts in her hands to squeeze more out for you.\n\nFinally, her desire becomes irresistible and she drops a hand to her flower.\n\nThe wet sounds of her fingers over her vulva join her moans and the splashing of the milk in the bucket.\n\n“Ohhh fuck…” As her breasts empty into the bucket, the fluids from her flower drip onto the floor. “Fuck…”\n\nYou put a hand to each of her nipples, squeezing and tugging steadily, giving her the sensations she craves.\n\nShe alternates fucking herself with her fingers and rubbing her clit, her aroudal steadily building.\n\n“Oh, fuck… holy shit…” Her body trembles, her milk comes in spurts. But you know that this is not all. This is just the edge.\n\nHer eyes flash open. They lock onto yours, and they are nearly black with arousal. She sees you, with no pretense, no pretending. She gasps, “Milk me!”\n\nAnd then her eyes roll back and her body shakes with pleasure. Her milk spurts into the bucket, her fem-cum onto the floor, pulse after pulse after pulse.\n\nFinally, she starts to relax. \n\nYou milk the last few drops from her breasts. The bucket is nearly full. \n\nHer breasts are much smaller now, the shirt that could barely contain them before would now hardly need to stretch. But she doesn’t \n make any moves to clothe herself.\n\nShe flops backwards onto her ass, eyes hazy with the afterglow. She turns her gaze up to you and gives you an appreciative blink and a sigh. \n\nYou pick up the bucket and promise to see her tomorrow.\n\n“W-whatever,” she says, but she doesn’t look mad about it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Jennifer worked hard to make sure she was cuffed, collared, and used as a sex toy, but she thought the effort was worth it...
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"content": "Here's a quick open-ended response. I haven't really toiled with it long, so I'm sorry about the typos, and for its lack of quality.\n\n***\n\nJennifer found herself humming *Sex and Candy* by Marcy Playground as she folded the silky royal purple, bamboo-fiber sheets over her forearm before neatly draping the edges over the side of the chaise. She tidily tucked in all the sides and slipped the excess sheets under and between the cushions giving the chaise a perfectly fitted royal purple cover, afterward she placed the *box* at the top of the sofa, along with some accenting throw pillows. \n\nA tress of chestnut brown hair slipped from behind her ear and tickled her cheek, and she quickly pushed it back into place, readjusting her bobby pin so it wouldn’t slip free again. \n\nShe gave the setup another cursory glance and nodded in approval. The old tin cookie box she placed alongside the pillows wasn’t the most handsome of boxes, but it was the best she could find on short notice. She left the lid slightly askew so he could see a hint of what delights she placed inside. \n\nJennifer could still see the cap to the bottle of cherry-flavored lube (which undoubtedly probably tasted terrible), and she could make out the glint of a stainless-steel butt plug, but it was too dark to see much else. She knew there was a silicone cock ring, and pair of pliers-shaped nipple clamps, *and… and… she couldn’t quite remember what else.* A steady stream of obscene thoughts ran through her mind. She could feel a fluttering in her stomach. One hand lazily drifted to the waistband of her shorts and the other crept up beneath her tank top, her palm drifting across her warm skin with the intention of squeezing her breast, she chewed her lower lip, imagining the possibilities when a seemly random thought leaped to the front of her mind.\n\n*The beer,* she remembered and she stepped carefully, heel to toe, back towards the kitchen. She didn’t wear heels often, but the ruby-red spaghetti-strap pumps were a favorite of his, and she wouldn’t disappoint. \n\nShe had an elegantly hammered stainless-steel ice bucket waiting by the fridge already half-packed with ice. She nudged the bucket out of the way with the toe of her heel and retrieved all six bottles of his favorite pricey Belgian-style white beer, gingerly twisting each one in the bucket with a satisfying crunch, so they were half-sheathed in the crushed ice. \n\nIt took a steady effort to lift the bucket from the floor and carry it back to her setup in the living room, but she managed to place the bucket down in front of the chaise without an incident. \n\nJennifer smiled to herself, it was almost perfect. “Rose petals!?” She exclaimed aloud when she realized she had forgotten them in the kitchen. She quickly and carefully walked back to the kitchen counter where the two bags of red rose petals laid open and waiting. \n\nJennifer snatched up bags and hummed happily as she sprinkled a trail of rose petals from the front doorway, down the hall, and back to her setup in the living room, and then she disposed of the bags. \n\n*Was there anything else to do?* Jennifer wondered to herself as she checked the time on her phone one last time. *Twenty minutes. He should be here in about twenty minutes,* she reminded herself. She shrugged unable to think of anything else she needed her hands for; before she finally tied herself up. The thought alone made a deep blush creep into her cheeks. \n\nShe grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it over her head, careful not to mess up her curls, and then she shimmied her cotton shorts down her thighs allowing them to fall onto the floor, encircling her chunky red heels. The sudden chill instantly caused her skin to prickle. Even though this was her apartment it felt still a little strange to be standing it naked aside from a pair of the most *come-fuck-me-heels* she owned. She neatly folded the pieces of clothing into small squares, knelt down, and slid them under the chaise, exchanging them for the black leather choker and a bundle braided silk rope she had prepared earlier. \n\nShe stood up buckling the collar around her neck and pulling the leash-ready O-ring towards the hollow of her throat. Her skin tingled, and warmth flooded to her pussy. \n\nJennifer gingerly reached down and cupped her hand over her pussy. Warm-wet-lust instantly ran down her fingers. She sighed hungrily, her finger grazing her clit as she pulled her hand away. *I can wait,* she assured herself.\n\n“Okay, rope…” She croaked drily, she looped a band of the silken rope around her wrist in front of her, twisted the loose ends and clinched them together with her free hand, and then tied a square-ish knot to her wrist and then another and another and until only a small loop remained other the side. She spun the loop around and forcefully wriggled her free hand through it, until the silken threads slipped passed the joint of her thumb, down her wrist, and the hand was no longer free. \n\n*That was the easy part,* Jennifer realized. She took a steadying breath and crouched, carefully stepping over her bound wrists. As she stepped the heel of her shoe grazed the amateurishly twisted bundle of knots between her hands, and she shrieked as she nearly fell forward, but she managed to clear it and catch herself. She giggled and took another deep breath, crouched down again, and quickly raised the other heel up and over her bound wrists. She rolled her shoulders and stood up, and laughed giddily, her hands were now bound behind her back. \n\nThat’s when she heard the faint jingling of keys at the front door. Her heart went into a flutter, she stepped towards the chaise, kneeling down at the edge, her face crashing towards the pillows as she slipped. It happened so fast the only sound she could make was a scared muffled huff into the plush pillowcase. She scooted up her knees arching her ass up high, so it would be the first thing to greet him when he walked into the living room. \n\nThen her heart plummeted to the pit of her stomach, as the door creaked open she heard a throng of murmuring voices go silent all at once. \n\n“Jennie?!” A familiar voice called out, “Some of the guys came over if that’s okay?”\n\nJennifer wanted to shout back, NO or something equally clear and emphatic, instead she let out a muffled yipping sound that could’ve been mistaken for anything."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she promised to take care of whatever her friend needed at her house over her business trip, she didn't expect to hear, "My boyfriend's been super horny! Make sure to keep him satisfied..."
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"content": "Gracie pulled up to the cute suburban ranch with the picket fence, quintessentially wholesome. Bright flowers lined the little path up to her friend's front door, and as Gracie reached the porch, she pulled out the little ring of keys. Lightly, she fingered the pair. The normal enough looking key that Paige had probably had made at Home Depot easily slipped into the lock and with little effort twisted, opening the door. The other was a strange little key, a short shaft bent bent on the back end to form a heart. Gracie mused once more that it must be to a jewelry box and slipped it back into her pocket. Paige must not have cared to take it off the ring with her spare.\n\nThe little house was neat an tidy. Gracie found herself a little uncomfortable. She'd known Paige at work for a few years, and even considered her a friend, but never had she been in her home. She felt a bit like an intruder as she carefully made her way through living room and into the kitchen.\n\nJust as Paige had promised, her note hung squarely in the center of her fridge. In elegant curves, she spelled out the tasks at hand: \"Gracie! Thank you so much for offering to take care of my place. You are truly and angel! It's pretty simple around here, I just need you to water the plants, two in the kitchen window, one in the living room, and the garden outside. If you would, please put the trash at the curb tonight and bring the cans back in tomorrow. Also, if you don't mind, my boyfriend tends to get a wee bit horny when left unattended for too long, can you give him a little satisfaction while I'm away. He'll never let me relax when I get home if he's pent up all weekend! Thanks hun! - Paige\"\n\nGracie smiled at the last line. She always admired Paige's slightly off kilter sense of humor.\n\n\"Hey, you must be Gracie,\" a deep voice startled Gracie from behind her. She spun on her heels and backed into the fridge with a palm on her chest as she inhaled sharply. \"Oh, I'm sorry,\" the man said backing up a bit. \"I'm Justin, I thought Paige was going to tell you I'd be here.\"\n\nShe felt his eyes on her body, watched them move up her legs and linger on her chest. Not that she minded, her gaze was also climbing up and down his muscular physique. \"Guess you're the horny boyfriend,\" Gracie joked guesting to the note behind her beginning to feel more comfortable.\n\n\"Oh God, would you please help me out!\" Justin's eyes widened with hope. \"Did she give you my key?\"\n\n\"*Your* key?\" Gracie's fingers dipped back into her pocket. Justin looked on with anticipation. Slowly she pulled the ring back out and she watched his eyes locked on her hand. \"This one?\" She held up the tiny one with the heart. His intent gaze silently confirmed. \"What's it for?\"\n\nJustin looked down at his own body. \"She didn't tell you?\"\n\n\"Honestly, Paige doesn't talk much about her personal life at work. I mean, she's mentioned she has a boyfriend...\" she trailed off.\n\n\"Oh Gracie, please, I really need some relief. Paige is so good to me. She lets my cock out every weekend, but with her away...\" now Justin trailed off. \"Can you, just please, unlock me?\"\n\nGracie fidgeted with the key between her fingers. Was this some kind of practical joke? Was Paige simply fucking with her? But Justin looked sincere, and she was a bit curious about the whole arrangement. \"Alright,\" she began slowly holding out the key, \"um, I'll work on some of Paige's list and you take care of yourself. I guess you can just give me back the key when you're done?\"\n\nJustin didn't reach for the key. \"Well, you see, Paige has a rule, I'm not allowed to unlock myself... I'm... also not allowed to touch myself. You look really cute, but rather innocent. I don't want to pressure you,\" he said looking down.\n\n\"I'm not as innocent as I look,\" Gracie chucked, some of her more experimental nights came to mind, but she'd never played around with chastity before. Curiosity grew warm inside her, but she still resisted.\n\n\"Then why not help a guy out?\" Justin smiled sincerely. \"Paige clearly trusts you if she gave you that key.\"\n\nSlowly she left the safety of the fridge behind her and Gracie stepped across the kitchen. Wordlessly she put a hand on Justin's thigh and gently brushed against his jeans until she felt something hard between his legs. Something metal. She looked up at him and he gave one approving nod. Her fingers worked quickly at his button and zipper, pulling his jeans down and exposing the strange contraption holding his cock. \"Does it hurt?\"\n\n\"Not really,\" Justin shook his head. \"It's just super frustrating. You see where the key goes?\"\n\nGracie found a little cylinder, gently pushed the key in the hole, and with an effortless twist, a 'click' and the metal cage dropped to the floor as Justin sighed in relief. She marveled at the sight of him beginning to grow in front of her.\n\n\"Oh, God that feels good!,\" Justin moaned. \"Please Gracie, can you get me off. I really need the release.\"\n\nShe wanted to. But a great deal of uncertainty still churned inside her gut. She liked dominant men, so why was she beginning to feel herself grow wet with this bigger, stronger man begging for her touch?\n\nGracie leaned up towards him, Justin came in for a kiss, but at the last minute she backed away. She giggled to herself, eyes shut and lower lip between her teeth. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Justin, now fully embracing the power she held over him. \"Follow me,\" she cooed over her shoulder, leading him to the living room.\n\n\"Sit,\" she commanded with a playful grin, and Justin sat on the couch. She joined him, facing him with her legs tucked under her. \"You want this?\" She asked looking up at him and letting her fingertips lightly run up the length of his cock as it continued to grow.\n\n\"You're a kind mistress,\" Justin sighed.\n\nGracie inhaled deeply, smelling his rough musk. She turned her attention to his hard dick and deliberately wrapped one finger at a time around his shaft. Slowly she slid her fist upwards, and when it crested at the top, let her thumb linger on his tip as the rest of her fist slid back down. As she pumped back up, sticky pre-cum already began to drizzle out.\n\nGracie sat a little taller on her heels, her chest right at the height of Justin's head, lolled back on the top of the sofa. She grinned as she caught him stealing glances at her breasts and began exaggerating her breathing, making her chest heave towards his face.\n\n\"If you want to touch them,\" she mused as she pumped him, \"go a head.\"\n\nGracie loved a rough hand on her tits. She rewarded Justin with harder and quicker strokes as she felt his fingers sink into her breast. The top few buttons on her blouse opened as he groped her revealing her perky tits nestled in a black bra. \"You're so sexy, Gracie\"\n\n\"I want you to cum for me,\" she murmured in his ear. Justin moaned in agreement. She grabbed the back of his head, forcing his face into her chest. \"Show me how rough you want me to be.\"\n\nNow Gracie moaned, throwing her head back as she felt Justin's tongue on her tits followed by little kisses and bites. She stroked him harder and slid her other hand under his balls. Gently she squeezed him, making him bite harder. She felt the warmth of his breath on her chest as his mouth rose to continue roughly kissing her collarbone and into the side of her neck. \"I'm going to make you cum,\" she breathily promised.\n\n\"Please, Mistress Gracie,\" he moaned into her neck, already sore with bruises.\n\n\"Then show me how rough you want it damnit!\" She exclaimed, now caught in the moment. Justin's fingers, now under her bra, pulled it back and grabbed hold of her nipple in between his lips. Gracie let out a howl of pleasure as she squeezed his balls. He kissed harder and she followed along by stroking him tighter. It wasn't long before she felt a familiar throbbing in her hand, and even with her eye held shut in pleasure, knew Justin was exploding for her.\n\nShe slowed and lifted her hand from him as his mouth pulled away for her tits. Gracie looked down, her chest dotted in bruises and his stomach dripping with cum. Justin lay back, just catching his breath for a very long time. Gracie slid off her knees and settled in next to him. She shut her eyes and reveled in the feeling of power the encounter gave her.\n\nShe didn't notice the shifting on the sofa as Justin got up. Her skin felt warm where he had bit her and her pussy wet from lust. She was going to have a wonderful night getting off to this feeling.\n\n\"Care to do the honors?\" Justin asked, suddenly standing before her as Gracie opened her eyes. His cock back in the cage and he held the key in his palm for her.\n\n\"It feels like a damn shame to lock a cock this nice back up, doesn't it?\" She mused as the key slipped back into its hole with a slick turn.\n\n\"Can I thank you the way I thank Paige every time she lets me cum?\" Justin asked earnestly.\n\nGracie sat back, \"How's that?\"\n\n\"Take off your shorts,\" Justin stated plainly. Gracie smiled crookedly as she slithered her shorts down her legs. She felt a firm hand against her wet underwear. \"These too,\" Justin recommended.\n\nGracie tucked her thumbs in her waistband and slipped her panties off. She laid back and shut her eyes, electricity shooting through her body as his warm tongue pressed against her pussy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Only one thing has been found restrain the villainess' power is sexual stimulus, required near constantly to keep her from accessing her abilities. Due to this, her stay in Artemex Maximum-security prison has been... interesting
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"content": "“And now we’re getting to the final cell,” the warden explains, a smirk playing around his thin lips. “This one is a bit different.” \nI wonder briefly what he means by that. In a supervillain containment facility like this, every cell is different, designed especially to neutralize the powers of the prisoner within. What could be so special about that last one? \nHe leads me into an elevator, then scans his key card, his fingerprint and enters a short pin before its doors close and it starts its descent even farther underground than the rest of the facility is. “Remember Archangel?”, he asks. \nI turn to look at him. “As in, the supervillain Archangel?”, I ask. “The one who killed half the Protectorate and almost conquered the whole world before she was stopped twenty years ago?” \n“That same one.” \n“Who could forget about her?” \n“Have you never wondered what happened to her after she was stopped?”, the warden asks, his smile now wider and with something in it. Cruelty? Amusement? I can’t tell for certain. \n“I thought she was killed.” \nHe shakes his head. “She can’t be killed. She is immortal. No, she was brought here.” \nMy eyes widen. “Are you saying I’m going to see Archangel?” Her rampage ended when I was just a small child but I still clearly remember all the death and destruction she caused and how long it took for the world to recover from her reign of terror.\n\nThe warden doesn’t reply for a while. I notice that the elevator is still descending. I wonder just how far underground we are by now.\n“It took us a long time to figure out how to contain her,” he eventually says. “A long time and many, many dead guards. The Protectorate had to station most of their remaining members here just to keep her under control until we finally figured it out. The one thing that could keep her in check.” \n“What is it?”, I ask but at this same moment, the elevator stops and opens, leading out into a corridor. \n“Take a guess,” the warden says, gesturing for me to go first. \n“Some extraterrestrial element?”, I suggest. He shakes his head. “Radiation? Magic?” Each one of my suggestions was dismissed. \n“We tried all of that,” the warden says. “But whatever we threw at her, she adapted until nothing we could do even slowed her down anymore.” He chuckles dryly. “No, the one thing that can keep her at bay is distraction.” \nThe corridor ends in front of a large door. As the warden goes through the biometric security measures to unlock it, I ask: “Distraction?” \n“Yes,” he replies as the door opens. We enter a large computer laboratory. Two scientists are sitting on chairs, monitoring the equipment. A total of ten soldiers in state-of-the-art power armor are lining the walls of the room. And then there is Captain Fantastic, one of the founding members of the Protectorate and assigned guardian of this facility. I met him a few days ago, during my final job interview so I manage not to act too starstruck by him this time. He nods at the warden and me but doesn’t acknowledge us further. “Almost all of Archangel’s powers require her to consciously activate them. If we manage to keep her mind occupied enough, she is unable to do that, rendering her unable to escape her bonds.\n“But how?”, I ask. “An artificial coma?” \nAgain, the warden shakes his head. “No. Any means we have of inducing one are ineffective against her. We had to get… creative.” He points to a large window, occupying the entire wall opposite the door we just entered through. The window is black, reflecting the lab back at us as there is no light on its other side to shine through. “Show her to us!”\n\nOne of the scientists hits a button and the lights behind the window spring to light immediately with no flicker. Behind the window, a room is revealed, no larger than the lab but almost entirely empty, except for one thing. \nFloating in the middle of the room is a naked woman, suspended by huge metal shackles lowered from the ceiling. Her head is covered by a metal helmet that completely obscures her face. There are hundreds of cables connected to her body, many of them clustered around her breasts, even more between her legs, but others connected to her armpits, her hands and feet, her neck, stomach… Some of those cables are glowing, others are dark. As I watch the woman writhe and shudder, I realize that she is awake and conscious. \n“Is that…?”, I ask. \n“Archangel,” the warden confirms. \n“What...” I pause. “Those cables, what are they doing? What is going on?” \n“There is only one thing that is able to permanently keep her mind occupied,” the warden replies with a malicious grin. “And that is sexual arousal. By keeping her on the edge of orgasm, without ever letting her go over or ever stopping the stimulation, we have managed to keep her from escaping ever since her capture. \n“But...” I still can’t comprehend. “But how is that possible.” \n“These machines are designed to perfectly stimulate her, changing it up on their own constantly so she can’t get used to the sensations.” As we watch, some of the glowing cables go dark while others light up, indicating which parts of her are being stimulated. \n“But she’s been here for twenty years,” I protest. “Nobody can be on the edge of orgasm for that long.” \n“Maybe not a mortal woman,” the warden agrees. “We haven’t tested this machine for longer than a few hours on anyone but her, for obvious reasons. But Archangel has been suffering in this teased and denied state for twenty years now. Maybe she has lost her mind by now, maybe not. We cannot stop the machine to find out.” \n“So she will stay like this for the rest of her life?”, I ask. \n“I wish,” the warden says. “Though it is unlikely. As I said, she is immortal. She doesn’t age, she won’t ever die. We have kept this facility running for twenty years and we should be able to run it for a long time still. But not forever. All we can do is contain her as long as possible. But eventually, she will get free again. I just hope it won’t be for a few centuries at least.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Her best guy friend had spent the entire summer break living in a one-room cabin with his religious family. She could hardly imagine the torture. Out of sympathy, she promised that as soon as they were back on campus she'd "help him out" everyday for the semester...
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"content": "Alice heard the thud of bags hitting the floor and came around the corner to see Simon clicking the door closed with his back.\r \n“Fuck shit cunt crap motherfuck pussy dick… uh… tits! Internet, precious fucking internet!” he cried, crossing the space and turning on his computer, staring at the screen with a serene smile during the bootup sequence.\r \nAlice’s lips curled into a smile as she spoke. “What’re you doing?”\r \n“Alice! Oh god I missed you!...” he cried, crossing to embrace her waist and lifting her into a giggling spin. “...Non related people!” \r \nAlice laughed and batted at the arms that encircled her waist, trying to wriggle free of his bearhug. She dropped and adjusted herself to sit properly in her bra again.\r \n“You didn’t answer my question.” she laughed as he crossed to his bags.\r \n“Oh?... Tits! I forgot. I was going to google tits. Fuck I missed tits.”\r \n“Has it really been that bad?” Asked Alice, knowing personally exactly how hard it was.\r \nSimon glared at her, his exuberant energy vanishing.\r \n“You’re a bitch.” he said.\r \n“Oh, whatever do you mean?” she smirked.\r \n“The last thing anybody said to me before disappearing to camp abstinence was… and I quote. ‘I'll help you out with the pent up sexual energy, every day for the semester.’ I was blue balled on day one.”\r \nAlice gave him a shit eating grin.\r \n“Those words… fucking hell… now back to tits.” he said, throwing the bags clean across the apartment to fall through her open spare bedroom door.\r \n“What? You’re serious… Tell me about the trip, you can look at tits anytime.”\r \n“You’re right, I can. I /choose/ now.”\r \nAlice was still holding her bra and crop top after fixing her breasts, she pulled it down flashing him her pink puckered nipples.\r \n“There, tits, now tell me about the trip.”\r \nSimon was still staring at her top, Alice tried to smother her grin, cheeks already hurting from all the laughter.\r \n“Do that again.” he said.\r \nAlice rocked left and right while playing with the hem of her skirt. “I did promise to help you…” she said in her best ‘girly’ voice as she lifted it to show him the black thong. She had seen him growing hard the moment she started talking and now he was straining against his pants.\r \nSimon shook his head, staring at his room, he looked like a muppet with it’s hand missing.\r \n“...oh god I broke you.”\r \nA shudder ran through him. “Don’t say the G word… I had plans for this afternoon but it looks like jerking off has moved up my schedule.”\r \n“Did you want a hand?” asked Alice, still toying with the hem of her skirt. The ice had broken but she didn’t know how to make him realise she wasn't just fucking with him She didn’t want banter. She shrank the space between them, lifting her skirt up her waist to reveal more of her thighs.\r \n“Oh you’re a tease.” he said.\r \n“Only if I don’t go through with it.” she said, stepping into his chest, wanting his arms around her again but not in a hug or a tackle… she wanted him. She rose on her toes to kiss his cheek, taking his hand and beginning it toward her hip. He didn’t pull away, feeling the heat of her sex as she ran his fingers beneath the edge of her skirt.\r \n“I want you Simon… It's been a month and I’ve been all alone, waiting for you to get back.”\r \n“But you could…”\r \n“I didn’t… solidarity… I’m pent up too.” she said, kissing his jawline. Simon turned to face her, his lips pecking hers, like he was testing something. He kissed her again, their lips moving over each others as his fingers ran to her sex, running over the small triangle of black material. Alice’s lips parted, gasping into his mouth at finally feeling contact.\r \nAlice pressed her hips into his hand, running her nails over the straining fabric of his pants to feel the outline of his cock. She blushed, she had no idea what to do next, she had gotten past banter but she didn’t know how to get… there. Alice kissed his lips with need, almost wining as she felt his fingers tracing her sex, her body wanting to rise to kiss him and drop into his hand all at once. She needed to do something, she was supposed to say something sexy like ‘take me’ but the words wouldn’t form, her mind running into rambling pink. One hand feeling the length she wanted inside, the other pawing at his shirt. Simon took her arse, pulling her into him firmly as he broke off the kiss.\r \n“So I have you whenever I want, all semester?”\r \nAlice’s heart leapt at his words and cocky smile, nodding as she bit her bottom lip. Her scarlet cheeks gave away more than any words could.\r \nAlice squeaked, feeling herself lifted and wrapping her legs around his hips, riding him toward the bedroom where he almost tripped over a bag, they dropped to the fresh sheets with her hands tugging at his shirt. He rose and she threw her crop top over her head, reaching for her sports bra as his hand slid beneath the material, her breast spilling through his fingers as nipple ran against palm. Tingles ran up her lips to fall out in a gasp. Her legs still locked around his waist, pulling him against her, feeling him hard against her thigh. God she needed this! He unbuckled his pants but there was no way in hell she was letting him go. They didn’t bother with any more clothes, he was firm in his hand, her fingers pulling the g string aside, fingers grazing over her clit, it had been so long. She couldn’t resist it, stroking her fingers down to her sex and drawing the juices up to her clit she arched, supported only by her hips and her shoulders as electric sensation ran into her. She gasped, the tone shifting to delight as she felt him at her entrance.\r \nSimon eased his way into her, the dreams that had played with increasing frequency coming true as she finally felt his cock running into her. His strong hands encircled her calves, pressing her back down to the sheets and forcing short thrust down into her. Juices ran up his length, easing him deeper with every stroke until his pelvis mashed her frenzied fingers into her singing clit.\r \nNo way, it had only just started, she-\r \nAlice's mind ran into fluffy pink bliss, forgetting the world around her as she fell over the edge, her hips quivering until he bared down, holding himself deep inside as he came with equal speed. She felt it, swelling down his length and pouring into her sex. She pulled, legs curling tight around him as she tugged at his neck, drawing his moans to hers as they sang into each other's lips. Connected as their climaxes eased and his arms lowered wrapping around her in the embrace she had craved. \r \nAlice kissed his shoulder as he caught his breath, safe in his embrace, her lips ran to his ear.\r \nShe wanted to say something sexy, something to bind him to her so they could do this every day, not just for a semester, her mind was in no state to be clever or articulate.\r \n“I missed you.” she whispered."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Species with a specific mating season find long periods in space difficult: without a natural day-night cycle, their biological clocks can drift out of synch with their own kind. Fortunately, humans are adventurous, receptive year-round, and can be found on every port or ship.
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The school slut recently decided to clean up her act and try to repair her reputation after she ended up pregnant. However, she didn't account for just how horny the pregnancy would make her...
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"content": "Selina groaned internally, trying not to rub her belly as her child kicked at the inside of her womb. He, because it was a he, had been relatively well behaved before today, offering the occasional small punch or kick, but nothing outside of what Selina had expected. Today though, he had seemed to grow angry at his tender confinement, attempting to kick and punch his way free of Salina's bulging belly.\n\nNow she sat in class, doing her best to listen to the professor drone on about linear math or some equally alien concept. Selina idly used a pencil to spin a loch of her blonde hair, and contemplated how she'd gotten here.\n\nWhen Selina had came to Mayweather State University, she'd done many of the same things other university students did. She set goals, became involved in athletic programs, and had mixed results at her academic classes. However, Selina had set a goal for herself that college-age women rarely set. She'd vowed that she would be less of a slut.\n\nSelina had set this goal for herself because, for most of her young-adult life, she'd been the biggest slut in her circle of friends and, quite possibly she thought, the whole town. Selina was horny pretty much all the time and, despite her being adamant that she wouldn't sleep around in college, that horniness hadn't gone away.\n\nTo top it all off, Selina had failed to realize at the time that joining athletic activities meant hanging out with other athletes and going, more importantly, going to their parties. \n\nSelina had also realized that the male athletes were incredibly hot. Like John, the football player with abs that look like steel, who had bent her over the desk in the announcers booth of the football stadium and creampied her while her tits pressed against the window glass for anyone to look up and see.\n\nOr like Henry, the swimmer with thighs that looked like chiseled blocks of stone, who'd teased her clit in the hot tub for several blissful minutes before taking her to the locker room shower and filling her womb with her legs in the air as he bounced her on his cock.\n\nOr like Nathaniel, the basketball player who took her on a romantic date at the basketball stadium, hijacking the jumbo-tron to play one of her favorite movies until he went from eating the chicken he'd brought to eating her pussy until she came, screaming from the pleasure until Nathaniel clamped his hand over her mouth. Then, when campus security had arrived, probably to investigate the screaming, he'd quickly pulled her into a nearby janitors closet. There, with the security guard's flashlights still playing under the door, he'd pulled down her short-shorts and pushed his almost foot long cock into her, until the bulbus head wedged against her cervix. Then, after several minutes of pistoning in and out of her, he'd sent torrents of his seed through her battered cervix as they kissed passionately.\n\n\"Selina!\" said a voice, and her head snapped up, roused from the sexual daydream she'd fallen into. The professor, and indeed most of the class, looked at her expectantly. She saw a problem written on the board and guessed she had been asked to come complete said problem. Selina stood, realizing as soon as she did so that the insides of her thighs were coated with the juices created by her daydreams. Her belly and swollen tits also gyrated as she stood, and she flushed slightly, sure the eyes of the entire class were upon her.\n\nSelina made her way to the board as carefully as possible, completed the problem quickly, and made to return to her seat. There was a collective giggle as she stepped down from the raised dais the board sat on, causing her swollen stomach and breasts to bounce, nearly knocking her off balance. When Selina arrived back at her seat, she cringed, seeing the small but noticeable pool of liquid that had congealed just below where her ass rested. \n\nShe sat, one hand dropping to rub her belly despite herself as the professor began to drone on again. Her child punched her womb again, but in a light, almost playful way. She smiled. \n\n'I bet you belong to Nathaniel' she thought toward her baby. She felt another gush of liquid between her legs as she thought of his thick cock with it's bulbus head that fit so perfectly against the entrance to her womb. 'Maybe I'll have to go pay him a visit after class'."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After saving the kingdom, the heroine is offered the comfortable position... of being the prince’s concubine.
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"content": ">!Head up, no sex!<\n\nJohn walked through his fathers chamber. The empty shell sat on his throne, bowed beneath the weight of his crown as a nursemaid spoon fed him. His eyes vacant and staring into the black of the empty room. King Marcus The Stalwart… they called him Marcus the Stagnant in hushed whispers.\r \nJohn turned from the sight and walked through the doors to his receiving room where he could hear the issues too minor to bother the king with. Advisors waited for him, pouring over maps.\r \n“The Balrick divisions are not coming Sir.” said Simon.\r \n“What is holding them up?” asked John, looking down at the map of wooden shapes that represented his fathers kingdom.\r \n“Balrick has… he stated that…”\r \n“Just speak his exact words.” said John.\r \nSimon cleared his throat. “If the Corpse King wishes for his armies, he needs only ask for them himself… I’m sorry sir.”\r \nJohn eyed the yellow flagged blocks sitting around Balric's manor.\r \nTom snarled at the board. “A traitor and a scoundrel.”\r \n“It’s not treason, he is operating within the bounds of the law, let’s focus on what we can change.” said John.\r \n“We will withdraw from Balric’s fields and use the troops to reinforce the eastern flank.” said Simon, shifting the pieces.\r \n“So Balrick will defend the south east whether he wants to or not… we need to reinforce the snag.”\r \n“Actually some good news sir, one of the… soldiers… caused an avalanche, it crushed the offensive there.”\r \n“The whole offensive?”\r \n“Two thousand men, five hundred horses and all supporting infantry crushed beneath the mountain.”\r \nJohn felt the weight run out of his shoulders.\r \n“The mans a hero, send him to the capitol. We will have some pomp and a statue… lord knows we need more heroes.”\r \n“We can't, sir.” said Simon grimly.\r \n“He died? We can still erect a statue.”\r \n“It’s not that…” began Simon, John looked at him wondering if he needed further prompting to just say the damn thing. “...The soldier did not die but was wounded… we discovered it was a woman in disguise.”\r \n“Fuck… At least the pass is held, what of our hero?”\r \nTom cleared his throat. “She was impersonating an officer.”\r \nA silence hung over the council.\r \n“Can we keep the ruse? Reward her as a man?” asked John hopefully.\r \n“Too many know.” said Simon.\r \n“It will hurt morale to see her executed” said Tom grimly.\r \n“My father held the Snag… The keep broke before he did and so he was named The Stalwart, now you tell me a woman… a hero held that broken keep only for the mountain to break before she did and we can do nothing.”\r \n“Not unless you were king… my prince.” said Simon.\r \n“Balric is not a traitor but if I become John The Usurper he will be… and rightfully so, how can I expect the law to be followed if I kill my father. No… is there anything a prince can do?”\r \n“Not for a soldier sir.”\r \nJohn eyed the crumbled mothballed keep of the Snag.\r \n“Maybe there is something I can do for a woman…” John turned to the guards behind him. “... ready my horse.”\r \n\\-\r \nJohn rode into the war camp, his plate and banners carving a path open for him. Soldiers knelt as though he were king. It was easy to find her amongst the bowed heads, the only woman amongst the sea of armour. John dismounted into a jog.\r \nShe stood proud despite her bound wrists, clad in the armour of an officer, a final honour they could afford her. A scouting team of 5 stood arrayed around her, weapons drawn and tired, by the looks they had been keeping guard for hours.\r \nSoldiers stood facing the scouting team, weapons drawn but at ease.\r \n“Sir these men…” began an officer.\r \n“Were keeping the prisoner captive.” stated John quickly.\r \nThe officer balked then smiled and nodded.\r \nJohn strode past him to the scouting party, they stood weapons still drawn in front of him, unflinching in their defence of their commander. The hero reached out, placing her bound hands on the shoulder of a short angry looking one, they looked to her mournfully then backed away. Taking a knee with the rest of the army.\r \nShe stared wide eyed as he approached and struggled down into a kneel despite her binds.\r \n“You are the hero of the Snag?” asked John. He knew the answer but there was a way of things.\r \n“Yes my Prince.” she said without raising her eyes.\r \nJohn cringed at the wording he was to invoke, why did Marek the Lustful have to be such a ponce…\r \n“I, John the Dependable, take this wench by right of the divine seed and my duty to spread it!” he shouted.\r \nThere was a stunned silence spreading over the crowd, the woman looked up at him with confusion.\r \n“She is my concubine and all past crimes are forgiven.” he clarified. Relief washed into her features as she realized what it meant, John offered her a hand to help her back to her feet. He whispered as he cut the ropes.\r \n“I’m sorry, I had no opportunity to learn your name in my rush here.”\r \n“It’s Fred si-... Sarah… My real name is Sarah sir.”\r \n“My… concubine… shall not kneel, All hail Sarah The Stalwart, hero of the Snag!” shouted John."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) When he woke up naked in his older sister's bed with no recollection of the previous night, he feared the worst. Then she came into the room, asking if he was ready for round two.
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"content": "Pam grinned at me. \"You ready for round two?\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" I asked.\n\n\"Come on,\" she said. \"Incest or not, last night was too good to be a one-time thing.\" She took a sip from the glass of water in her hand. \"How are you feeling?\"\n\n\"Not great. My head hurts.\"\n\n\"Same here,\" she said. \"I guess we both had a lot to drink yesterday.\" She handed me the glass.\n\n\"Thanks.\" I finished what was left and put the cup on the table next to her bed. Then, I noticed that Pam was wearing my t-shirt and nothing else. The rest of our clothes were scattered on the floor. \"What exactly happened last night?\" I asked.\n\n\"Well, what do you remember?\"\n\n\"We ate dinner. Then, you mentioned how Mom and Dad were gone for the weekend and that since we were adults, we should be able to drink if we wanted to. We had a few shots, and that was it.\"\n\n\"OK. You don't party much on campus, do you?\"\n\n\"Not really,\" I said. \"So what happened after?\"\n\nShe smiled and pulled the shirt over her head, revealing the body that I'd always wanted to see. Full breasts, flat belly, and wide hips.\n\n\"The details are kind of hazy for me, too,\" she said. \"But at some point, you mentioned that you'd had a crush on me for years.\"\n\n\"Hmm. That's embarrassing.\"\n\nPam laughed, making her breasts jiggle. \"No, it was cute.\" She pulled the covers down and climbed into bed next to me. \"Oh, good. You're still interested,\" she said, looking at my hardening cock. She stroked it gently. Her other hand moved between her own legs, rubbing herself.\n\n\"Like my tits?\" she asked.\n\n\"Uh-huh.\"\n\n\"You can suck on them if you want,\" she said, still jerking me off.\n\nI cupped her breasts in my hands and brought my mouth to a nipple.\n\n\"Just like that. Anyways, after you admitted your feelings, I said you grew up nicely and were very handsome. I guess we were both under the table at that point. Started making out on the kitchen floor.\"\n\n\"Mmph?\"\n\n\"Yeah. I thought you were going to take me right there, but somehow, I managed to get us upstairs. We got into bed, took off our clothes, and things happened.\" Pam then pushed me down onto my back and straddled me. She rubbed my erection against her wet folds.\n\n\"Pam, did we... do it?\"\n\n\"Obviously.\" She guided my cock into her pussy and slid down, taking me all the way inside her. We both gasped.\n\n\"Was it OK?\" I asked.\n\n\"Yes,\" she replied, smiling. She started to rock her hips. \"The fact that it was my brother between my legs made it even hotter. But yeah, you fucked me real good. Lasted a while, too. I came a few times before you finally busted in me.\"\n\n\"Glad to hear it. Then what?\"\n\n\"Afterwards, you said it was your dream to cum inside my pussy.\" Her breathing quickened, and she rode me faster. \"That's all. I think we both just passed out.\"\n\n\"Wow.\" I smiled up at her. \"Got laid for the first time in months, and it was with my own sister. Wish I could remember it.\"\n\n\"I'm sure you'll remember this one,\" Pam said, swirling her hips around, driving me crazy. She leaned forward, and we kissed. \"I love you, little brother.\"\n\n\"I love you, too, sis.\"\n\n\"I'm going to cum,\" she said. \"Please cum with me.\"\n\nI held her hips down as I came, shooting my seed inside my sister's unprotected pussy. She groaned in ecstasy as her own orgasm hit, and I knew that I was going to be fucking my older sister for the rest of the summer."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Wholesome prompts
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"content": "While bathing in a spring, an elf is discovered by a roaming orc. She quietly beckons him over, offering to help him bathe and hopes to entice him to pump her full of orc cum.\n\nA busty gamer girl likes to practice with her friends, trying to see how long they can last, as she uses her gorgeous body and her best techniques to try to make them cum. Whether she's being stimulated directly by the sex, or simply fingering herself while doing favors for them, she usually gets through an orgasm or two herself before they give in. Everyone's a winner, really.\n\nA succubus loves draining the cum from her guy friend, but what she loves even more are cozy sexy snuggling, chilling out, and tabletop role-playing.\n\nAt first, she was only going to be a surrogate for her BFF and her BFF's husband, even if he had impregnated her the old-fashioned way. The pregnancy made her so horny though, that she soon found herself a regular threesome partner with them, as she was living with them. She started to hope they wanted a *big* family, and they started looking forward to her future pregnancies...\n\nA tomboy cowgirl finds herself getting hooked on feeding her friends, after they need to \"help her out\" with her milk one day. They like to tease her a bit, but really it just draws everyone closer.\n\nI hope this isn't too many prompts and that they are sufficiently wholesome for your tastes. :)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a free use world, you know what's worse than a 'kick me' sign? An 'Edge me' sign.
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"content": "This was all Todd's fault, she thought. \n\nTodd was a lovely guy to have as a friend, especially when he got horny. He was strong and hung, but sensible enough to figure out how she liked to be fucked, especially when she would scream \"Harder!\" or \"Yes, yes, just like that!!\" The issue was that afterwards, he had a sick sense of humor. Last week, while she was recovering from an inner-city tryst, he had handcuffed her to a bench on a subway platform. During rush hour. She had definitely improved a few strangers' commutes, but she was stuck there until he came back a few hours later with the key. \n\nSo it should have been more suspicious when he invited her out for a day. He had some restraints in his car, but then again he always had restraints in his car. But Todd explained that he had some errands to do and wanted some road head, so how could she say no?\n\nShe took her time with his cock, licking up and down to get it wet and then taking long, slow sucks as he drove. They came to a parking lot, but rather than pull her up he began massaging her pussy through her leggings. She picked up the pace and moaned around his cock, and that set him off. She drank his cum eagerly and gave him a tongue bath to make sure he was clean. His fingers kept rubbing her just right, and she asked if he would fuck her in the car. \n\nInstead he picked her up and carried her into the building, which she dimly recognized as a DVM. She nestled into his chest, feeling warm and safe. He laid her on her back on a table. She glimpsed strangers all around, some curious, most bored. \n\nWith her legs in the air, he slid down her leggings and panties. She gasped, first at the cool air, and then again as he entered her. She was already close, and the familiar feeling of his cock promised a very pleasant conclusion. He began to fuck her hard, and she felt the arousal build. \n\nShe dug her nails into his skin and arched her back, and then... he stopped. She was shaking from how close it had been, and she let out a breathy \"Nooo...\" as he slowly pulled out. Todd waved over a stranger, gesturing to something out of her view. The stranger agreed, then filled her with his fingers and began to pump. Todd watched for a minute and then, satisfied, left. She barely noticed, all her attention on her impending orgasm. \n\nThen the fingers stopped. She writhed and begged but couldn't find an angle that would push her over the edge. The fingers were replaced by a penis, and she took the opportunity to fuck back as much as she could, chasing an orgasm that still seemed tantalizingly close. The penis was replaced by a tongue that probed her clit, and the tongue by more sensations that started to blend together, but no one would let her cum. \n\nTodd came back after he was done with his other errands. The DMV was fuller than he had left it. People seemed happier to wait their turn, both for their car paperwork and the woman he had left there. She was a trembling wreck, desperately fucking anything that even brushed her pussy. \n\nTodd checked in with the stranger he'd left her with, then extricated her from the crowd. No one was happy to see her go, least of all her. As she lay in his arms, exhausted, she could finally look back and see the sign he'd posted beneath her ass: \"Edge Me\". \n\nShe hit his chest limply. \"You're an ass.\" she managed. \n\nHe grinned. \"Don't you want that orgasm? After all, you're so close!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: If you want to be a hypnotist's secretary, you're gonna get hypnotized. Over and over again.
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"content": "Rachel really wanted this job. Like really needed it. Her current employer had expected lots of overtime and as a salaried employee, she wasn't paid for it. So when she got an interview for a local psychiatrist as an assistant, she was so excited.\n\nDr. Turner was so fucking cool, too. You could wear pretty much whatever. Comfort was encouraged. So she could wear sweat pants whenever she wanted. No more stockings which meant she didn't have to shave her legs, she didn't have to wear makeup, and all that was cool because after the last year, her divorce, the bankruptcy, meeting a great guy only to have a messy break up? Rachel needed a break down, thank you. And it was fucking time.\n\nThe only downside was that if she took the job she would have to have daily hypnosis sessions at the beginning and end of the day. Apparently this center had some cutting edge hypno-therapy technology, and they specialized in treating sexual dysfunction. It was all really high end stuff and they expected high profile guests so the hypnosis was just make her forget who was there. Dr. Turner said not to worry, because \"hypnosis can't make you do anything you don't actually want to do.\"\n\nA week later she got the call that she got the job. Two weeks after that, she showed up for her first day. She believed Dr. Turner when she said that it was relaxed dress, but she still showed up dressed to impress. Dr. Turner made some light fun of her, saying that she looked like she's was coming in to work in a law office. Her skirt suit was in stark contrast to Dr. Turner's T-shirt and jeans. Apparently Dr. Turner didn't have any appointments that day specifically so she could train Rachel.\n\nThey started the day with the hypnosis session that would become get daily routine. It was mostly boring and underwhelming, but any concerns she had went out the window. She remembered it all. The room had wall, floor, and ceiling monitors, which was cool. They displayed a black and green spiral that would warp and distort. She was told to find a point in the spiral and concentrate on it until it was a perfect spiral and the warping stopped. It took a few minutes until she got it. After a few minutes of staring into the spiral, Dr. Turner started taking. She was just saying some stuff, \"Hypnosis can't make you do anything you don't want to,\" was the big take away. She said that like 5 times. She also said things about how she wasn't going to remember any of the personal information or names associated with the practice. Rachel had no intentions of doing that anyway, no problem. She didn't remember most of the other stuff, so obviously there wasn't a problem because hypnosis can't make you do anything you don't want to. \n\nTraining was dull. All the times for handling files, reading patient notes, how to use the scheduling software. There was a bunch of stuff about about instructions to clients that she's have to read over the phone sometimes. A lot of it was weird, a lot of it was really explicit, so she'd have to practice her voice with it because it wasn't good if the clients thought she was laughing at them. A lot of it was mantras, affirming words, and stuff like that. A lot of it really kinda turned Rachel on but she tried her best not to let Dr. Turner know that. \n\nBefore lunch, Dr. Turner wanted another session in the hypnosis chamber to make sure that the previous lesson stuck. This time it was a pink and white spiral, like a peppermint. Once she was fixed in, Dr. Turner started to talk. Rachel heard the words, but it was kinda like unhearing them. Like they went past her ears to a somewhere in her body. She started thinking things like \"I'm a caring professional in a care industry\" and \"I can keep a secret\" and \"I don't care who the client is, and their name escapees me\" but most importantly \"hypnosis can't do anything you don't want it to.\" \n\nWhen they got out of the session, Rachel left for lunch. Dr. Turner said she was staying to catch up on some calls. All the sex talk plus the relaxing hypnosis sessions, plus the pent up life stress from the last year had her extremely wet. She noticed that hers and she presumed Dr. Turner's cars were the only ones in an otherwise secluded parking lot, and rather than risk this becoming a problem later on, she lifted up her skirt, ran her fingers through her over grown bush and fingered herself to an extra wet orgasm. As the waves of intense pleasure subsided she suddenly became self conscious. Would Dr. Turner know? Would she smell the pussy on her fingers? Wafting from her pussy? Shit. Shit shit shit.\n\nShe went into the building 10 minutes early. It was weird they were the only office in a 3 story building. It was weird that they'd put a 3 story office building in the middle of nowhere. It was convenient though. She dipped into an empty women's room and washed her hands, then got to work wiping up her pussy and just cleaning up as best she could. Then a splash of body spray down her panties and she figured it was the best she was going to do, and headed upstairs. \n\nThe afternoon session was a blur, to be honest. She wasn't sure if she retained anything. But she at least faked it will enough that Dr. Turner seemed satisfied. At the end of the day she took one more hypno session. The spiral was now purple and orange. It started off the same as last time but this time she fell asleep! Rachel was mortified when she came too, started crying and begging Dr. Turner not to fire her. Dr. Turner was really nice in reassuring her that it was normal not to fall asleep during hypnosis and that it was part of the trance process. Rachel didn't think she should be sleeping on the job, but if her boss was okay with it, she wasn't going to argue.\n\nOnce she got home, Rachel was wiped out. She had so much to do around the house, but she was exhausted. Exhausted and horny. She wanted to masturbate again so that her pussy wouldn't go nuts at work again, but she couldn't even pull that off, and she went to bed and slept through until it was time to wake up the next day.\n\nRachel put on sweat pants and extra thick panties. The firmest bra she owned. She was going to get used to ask the sexual content at work. Plus the hypnosis was kinda sexy. Dr. Turner was kinda sexy. She was Blonde? And it was kinda hard to tell how tall she was because she wore heels? Or flats? Either way she was hot and while Rachel wasn't a lesbian it even bisexual, she could appreciate a beautiful woman's nipples as much as the next girl. Had Rachel seen Dr. Turner's nipples yesterday? It was hard to tell. Everything was so sexualized. But this was work and she was going to stay professional, no matter how many pretty pink nipples paraded infront of her face.\n\nRachel got to work and got her first session in, worked through the day, the office took their first client in. Lunch time, she fingered herself in the car again, but it was less messy. She cleaned herself up before returning and continued work again. She sure did a lot of work for an office that only had one client that day. Then she got her second session and got out. She got home and actually managed to masturbate at home that day. Her wand made short work of her, but she didn't stop, and caught thunderous orgasm after thunderous orgasm until she just couldn't handle it anymore and started to get worried she'd hurt herself. She was going to have to pick up some lube the next day.\n\nAnd other than wednesday's lube run, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday all bled together. Except for the last part of the last day, when Dr. Turner looked at her with her green eyes and fiery red hair and told her \"not to fuck anyone I wouldn't fuck\" with a laugh and she responded with \"Dr. Turner, it's not like that! I'm just getting some drinks with the girls.\" Dr. Turner grinned at her and said that her friends wouldn't notice if she ducked in the men's room to suck off a guy or two.\" Rachel laughed and headed to the bar."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] When a sporty cat girl and a plush and curvy cowgirl end up as roommates, they rub off on each other in more ways than one...
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"content": "As Nyla woke up she slowly realized she was sucking on a nipple. A very hard nipple, attached to the very warm and plushy bust of her roommate Molly. \nNormally she would have been weirded out by what was happening, but with what happened the couple of weeks before, Nyla was perfectly content just with suckling up some tasty sweet milk from her friends breasts.\n\nBut how did she get here? \nWell the first hints of something being off, should have maybe been the fact that when Molly moved in with her she didn't have a bed. So they shared it, every night. It was supposed to only be an arrangement until her bed arrive at first, but after two weeks Nyla slowly caught on that there would probably be no second bed arriving for Molly. But that wasn't a problem for Nyla, she liked to cuddle up while sleeping anyway, and the soft curves of her new roommate made for an excelent pillow after particularly intense days of training. \nWas this bad? Of course not. So when Molly started to sleep nude after just a few days she didn't mind that as well. She said it rubbed her skin the wrong way, and Nyla was ok with it. This only made her late night cuddling cushion so much softer and smoother, so Nyla didn't mind. Of course she always wore her favorite lace underwear, but still, they were just good friends right? \nMolly stroking her tail and ears softly until Nyla fell asleep every night, purring between her bossom? Just good friends, definitely. Catgirls were just touchy like that, everyone knew it really. \nNow when Nyla started to wake more often to Molly rubbing her fuzzy peach on her leg, covering it in sticky slimy grool, while lightly moaning to herself, *that* would have probably been the time that Nyla should have taken the hint. But she didn't. Molly was a cowgirl afterall so she probably was just having some good dreams of green pastures or something. Nothing to be weird about. Afterall, when Molly caught her sniffing her panties one night, she just let her off the hook because \"Those catgirls sure are peculiar about their environment.\"\n\nAs Nyla woke up she slowly realized she was sucking on a nipple. The milk tasted amazing, better than anything the catgirl section in the foodstore ever had. Nyla didn't want to ever stop suckling up that sweet milk. Soft moaning from above her brought her thoughts back to where she was. \n\"Oh yes sweet kitty, keep sucking there. Let me give you a strong and healthy breakfast.\" As Nyla looked up she saw Molly with a face of pure ecstasy, arching her back into the bed. She had never called her kitty before. Nyla couldn't help herself but purr our contently before some rational part of her mind ripped her out of her milk induced haze again to where she was. She let Mollys nipple plop out of her mouth to speak, only now noticing her hands were kneading both of Mollys breasts and milk was squirting everywhere. \n\"God, Molly, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to,\" Nyla exclaimed, feeling slightly ashamed now that she wasn't sucking Mollys milk anymore. She started to turn herself away to get up and away from the awkward situation. Nyla had never seen Mollys milk before, although she knew she was a cowgirl and they definitely *had* to express their milk lest their breasts hurt all day. \n\"No please, stay here kitty.. ehm Nyla.. theres still time before you have to go to classes, and I'm so cold.\" Molly whined, looking at Nyla with her best sad face. \nNyla stopped her attempt at getting out of the sheets, but kept her distance to Molly. She couldn't help but notice her swollen breasts were looking exceptionally inviting, especially with her saliva on her breast and the milk still slightly leaking out of the glistening pink nipple. \n\"I shouldn't have done that, I'm so sorry Molly. I didn't want to take advantage of you, it just happened.\" Nyla curled up a little, her mind racing with thoughts that she might have destroyed their beautiful friendship with her stupid catgirl instincts of sucking milk. *Stupid cat! Stupid stupid kitty she was.* \n\"Don't say that Nyla. I know you can't help it. Catgirls love milk, and you know I have plenty of it.\" Molly answered with an assuring smile.\nAs Nyla felt Mollys hand patting her head, and her other hand running over her lithe trained body she went on, \"Did you ever wonder why I never asked you for help expressing milk all this time? You must know us cowgirls get terrible breast aches if we don't get milked every day.\" \nNyla shuddered under the warm embrace of Molly, \"I wondered, but I never dared ask. It's a very personal thing, is it not? Like when I cleaned myself and you ran into me licking myself? I was mad for the whole day.\" \nMolly cooed, \"Oh you dummy, you've been helping me all this time. Every night in your sleep you would start suckling on my breasts, until I was completely dry of any milk. It made me so horny I even had to start finishing myself on your leg.\" Now Molly looked away slightly uncomfortably, \"Which you no doubt noticed.\"\n\nFrom thereon, Nylas fate was sealed. She had tasted milk, Mollys milk, and she wouldn't stop now."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Your two friends argued regularly for as long as you’ve known them. You tried to shape-shift as one to mend the rift, only to discover they were much closer than they let on.
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"content": "I was sitting on the front steps of my dorm playing animal crossing when one of my friends stepped outside.\n\n“There’s no way!” I heard Emma say as she marched out the front door of the dorm. She was a pale skinned girl with green dyed hair wearing combat boots, booty shorts, and a shirt that left her toned belly being a little bit revealed, marched out of the dorm, an angry look on her face. “It won’t even take that long!” Jason argued before slamming the door. Jason wore jeans and was shirtless as he typically was when he was just chilling in the dorm. \n\n“What’s up” I said. Jason took a second and replied “I was just trying to move my dresser to the other side of my room but she thinks it would be two heavy”. “I could help” I responded. “That’s ok, I don’t really feel like doing it now anyways.” \n\n“It would literally take a second.” I assured him.\n\n“Don’t worry about it.” He said hurrying back up to his room.\n\nI’m sick of putting up with this. I’m just going to shapeshift into Emma, and help him move the damn dresser myself. I went to the shared bathroom between my dorm and Jason’s, Examining myself in the mirror. This is a first. I opened up Emma’s Instagram on my phone for references. I got the facial features down, but I think I made my boobs a bit larger than hers, I thought to myself as I ran my hands down my newly formed breasts.\n\nI turned around and brought up a sexy picture she took of herself in a swimsuit she was trying on while she was out shopping. I now had the beautiful peach of an ass that was hers. I then went on to work on the more subtle features. Emma’s actually really cute, I thought looking over myself, slowly making my penis erect.\n\nRight, I need to change that too. I ran my hand over my cock turning it into a slit as my balls retreated into a formation of pussy lips. It felt a little alien to me at first but for some reason taking on such a feminine form just feels so right, like this should have been my natural state.\n\nI look myself once over again in the mirror. I look so cute. I’m curious as to what it feels like so I reach my hand down and start rubbing my clit occasionally inserting fingers into my pussy. Eventually I got on my knees with my face against the ground, really going at it, starting to imagine what it would be like to be fucked by Jason.\n\nI’ve always had a crush on him, but I know he’s straight. If only he could take me from behind in this form, or If I could wrap my arms around him as he picks me up and fucks me against a wall.\n\nI hear the bathroom door open from Jason’s side. Shit, It’s him. “Did you change your mind?” He asks. I turn red and freeze up I slowly look back at him and give him an awkward smile “Y-Yup, Just give me a second to-“ “That’s ok! Stay right there in that position, I’ll get the lube. I’m so excited!” He interrupts.\n\nHas he been trying to have sex with her? He returned with some anal lube. “Sorry If I was a bit too pushy, we can try that thing you’ve been wanting to try tomorrow if you want.” He said as he poured lube on my ass and started grinding his cock up and down against me. Maybe I should put a stop to this and come clean, otherwise he will think Emma is okay with anal sex. He shoved his cock into my ass. On the other hand He’s - I’m in too deep, might as well follow through and explain later.\n\nHe teases me by pulling his cock all the way out for a moment before shoving it all the way and and immediately putting it in again. I look back at him a bit irritated. “Fuck me, hard and and rhythmically. Don’t hold back, and don’t pull out until you cum inside me” I pleaded of him. “Ok” he said, a mischievous smile across his face."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The mysterious new lingerie company advertised a guaranteed perfect fit. When they sent her a giant bra, she decided to put it on for a comedy post, but she was in for a surprise...
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"content": "When she pulled it from the box, she could do little more than blink. It hung down far lower than it should, and... was that a cup? It was as big as her head! Instantly, Ashley knew she'd been duped. It was so obvious now - they never even asked her size, or a photo, or anything! Here she'd assumed it was some sort of new tech that matched her size, but this was just some satin bra - might've even been underwire. Far from bleeding edge tech!\n\nShe let loose a long sigh. \"No wonder it was so expensive - probably just charged me for materials.\" It lay, now, on her bed. She wasn't going to be in any record books, but Ashley was happy. For years, she'd known her measurements - sadly, the pandemic ruined everything, and now she had ten more pounds and a dozen ill-fitting bras. Then, an idea dawned on her. \n\nTen minutes later, she was in a pair of tight leggings and little more. Her tanned skin stood out in stark relief to their white color - matching her \\*enormous\\* bra. She stood before the mirror, her modest bust nearly on full display thanks to the terrible coverage. Her long, black hair was tied in a ponytail. She stood, perhaps, 5'6\" without shoes, and weighed a touch more than she'd like - though, she was trying to call it \"thickness\" until she could go back to the gym. For a moment, debate: \"Do I do the full duck face, or try for a smolder? Nah, \\*definitely\\* duck face.\" \n\nBarely able to keep a straight face at the sight of her terrible bra and comedic face, Ashley braced for the photo. She snapped it and sent it to her friends first, then posted to Insta. Her caption: \"Uhuh, Bra Bazaar *totally* gets your size right every time. Sure.\"\n\nInstantly, a comment - this was from some guy that *perpetually* stalked her page. \n\n*Uh... it looks like a good fit? Guess they sent some breast forms too, huh? :P*\n\nAshley blinked, looking to her mirror selfie. It was what she took, every bit as awkward. Yet... it fit. Her breasts were *huge*! Was this some kind of fucked up filter? She looked in the mirror - the bra still hung from her awkwardly, her areolas barely in sight. She rid herself of the bra as comments came in. \n\n*that looks so natural wtf!* \n\n*damn ash, implants? you looked good!*\n\n*best cashapp ONE HUDRED FREE*\n\nThe phone was the next to be tossed to the floor, her hands coming to her face in a panic. \"What the fuck,\" She whispered against her hands, rushing from the room.\n\nFor the rest of the day, she could ignore it - and ignore it she did! She spared it not a single look, not even tempting fate by looking at it on her way to bed. It was a weird dream, she was quarantine crazy, something like that. Insta notifications were deleted. She took her Melatonin, and she was *sleeping*.\n\nHer dreams were full of odd nightmares. That she was twenty-two and buying her first bra, and none could fit - all too big. She was mocked by all around her, belittled for her size. The dream felt like it lasted *hours.* When she awoke, something felt off. A weight lay on her chest that she wasn't used to - of course, when her bleary eyes came to light, she saw it. Her breasts had easily gained a cup size - she was leaning toward a D-cup, at least!\n\n\"What the *fuck,*\" She breathed again, a touch more ragged. It didn't make sense - she refused to believe. When she looked to the ground, by the mirror, she saw it: her new bra. It was still inhumanly large - porn star levels, minimum. Her jaw hung open. \n\nShe ran to the mirror, but was relieved to see she'd only gained those cup sizes. Strange, sure, and she'd be panicking for some time, but this could just be some kind of body dysmorphia. She'd have to find a therapist - yeah, that would solve it! The call was made shortly before her online classes started. \n\nSitting at that desk always killed her, but today was *special.* Each minute felt longer than the last, until she was all but falling asleep at the chair. Nothing new there - though, a text she got was. Today, she'd worn a cute sweater she'd had for a while. It was a wool sweater, but it was cut low enough to show a *little* skin. Enough to be fun at winter parties. She'd turned on her camera to ask a question, only to turn it back off. Immediately, one of her friends in class hit her with a text.\n\n*Feeling saucy today, huh? Gonna take those off?*\n\nIt was Amber - they'd flirted noncommittally for years, called it their \"experimenting phase,\" but they decided they were too straight to make something happen. \n\n*Hit me back after class and I might for you, bae*\n\nAshley couldn't help but giggle to herself. She checked the follow-up.\n\n*No but seriously don't those fakies hurt your real ones? they're lookin seriously tight in that sweater*\n\nAshley blinked again and turned her camera back on for a brief moment, too mesmerized to think of another way. What she saw, in her tiny screen, was a woman with tits big enough they turned her modest sweater into a *problem.* A valley of cleavage lay in that slight cut. She was stunned, too stunned to click her camera off for a few moments. Finally, though, she did. \n\n*what the fuck why do they look so big??? i'm not wearing anything i promise!!!*\n\n*lmao bullshit, what kinda prank is this? did you get sponsored by bra bazaar*\n\nThe name drew her eyes back to the white nightmare on the floor. She swallowed, then looked away, only to look back. Was she seriously getting a *phobia* about this damn bra? Stomping away from her computer, she grabbed the bra and tossed it in the trash. She couldn't take it out for a few more days, but that was where it belonged. The rest of the day was spent in *relative* peace. Of course, her back started to ache by the very end, but that was posture. Probably just a hormone issue.\n\n>!Going to write more - love this prompt!!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She promised the class that she would do something of their choice if they all got an A on their exam. She probably should have guessed that they wanted to see her in something a bit sexier then what she normally wears.
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"content": "The final bell had rung and as student’s entered for the after school class, every one else was going home, regardless the classroom was still full, and every other classroom, hallway, and office was empty. \n\nThese students were only here because they failed to have passing grades during their usual classes with her. If she couldn’t get at least %50 of them to pass, she would lose her job teaching which she couldn’t afford to do being just out of college.\n\nEven though this was the case, she had practically gave up on them.\n\n“Look I’m gonna be honest, unless all of you can get A’s I’m probably going to get fired. So…. What’s it going to take to ensure you pass?”\n\nA butch looking female student raised her hand. She was Elizabeth. She had a bit of a goth look to her, wearing boots and a dark dress. “If all of us get A’s can we decide what you wear on a daily basis for a week?” \n\n“How many of you would be onboard with-“ her phone text tone went off, She was being summoned to the principles office. “I’ll be back soon” she said looking visibly worried. \n\nIt was quiet for a bit when one of the girls spoke up, “Where did you come up with that dumbass Idea Elizabeth? Your probably just looking for an excuse to get your crush into something lewd.”\n\nIt was Stephanie, a blonde with a cyan t-shirt and and shorts that were definitely against the dress code.\n\nBlake chimed in “You have a crush on the teacher? That’s kinda hot actually.”\n\n“Your such a pervert” Courtney said.\n\n“Obviously I am, Stephanie, and I think the majority of us would be ok with that” Elizabeth said as she gestured around the room, the majority of the class nodding in agreement.\n\n“Think about it, the first day we can have her wear something simple yet elegant, while showing off a bit of cleavage while also wearing a skirt that is way too short, and then we can go further from there.”\n\n“Yeah, I don’t really care” Courtney replied shortly before the teacher entered the room again.\n\nThe teacher spoke up “Sorry about that class, anyways, we were having a vote, how many of you are interested in Elizabeth’s Idea?” Majority of the class raised their hands and that was good enough for her. “Alright then, We’ll go with that.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Greetings human! I- No! No, don't panic! Stop struggling! You can't. I'm your new symbiotic parasite, and- Oh, oh geez. This isn't going well. Uh... H-Here, Have some endorphins! ...AH! That's not supposed to happen!
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"content": "In retrospect, she thought, maybe the fumble at the opening ceremony was a sign of things to come.\n\nAt age 21, you are eligible for a symbiote that bonds with you and functions as a sort of partner, sort of friend, sort of advisor. It provides protection from physical and biological threats, advanced personal shaping, and enhances physical abilities. \n\nIn theory, anyways. The flub in the ceremony wasn't that big, it caused a few laughs, people paid it little mind... And then the time came. Ashley Watson was... well, handed a form. It was surprisingly mundane, all things considered. She entered a pod, and closed her eyes. \n\nThe process began and immediately things went funny. Introductions went well enough, hers was a female symbiote who's name was approximated as Gentle Breeze. And then...\n\n\"So, what exactly do I do...?\" \n\"W-well, I, uh... I should be able to just-\" The symbiote flexed and wrapped around her limbs, beginning the process of forming connections. \n\n\"I think you need to move your arm a little. I need to get at your elbow.\" \n\"Oh! Sorry...\" Ashley complied, and all was well for about five minutes before the mind link process started.\n\n\"R-ready?\" \n\"Already signed the waivers.\" \n\"That's not funny!\" \nAshley thought of the advice she'd gotten off the internet, and did her best to think as little as possible, blanking her mind to pave the-HNG! What the fuck?!\n\nGentle Breeze was doing the equivalent of nervously sweating as she carefully worked to secure the mindlink. It was a process of slowly removing skin and bone to access the spinal cord and cerebellum without discomfort, and she was doing it well enough... until suddenly her symbiote's vitals went insane. \n\nAshley started jerking about, images flashing by too quickly for her to process. Panic, fear, anger, more fear, all flashed through her mind as Gentle Breeze panicked. \"W-wait, calm do-oh no no no, uhm...\" \n\nIn a hasty effort to stop the sudden nightmare, the symbiote dumped endorphins into Ashley's brain, trying to snap her out of her state. It... sort of worked. In that she went from terrified to blissful and then to *aroused.* Scenes of various things the woman had watched drifted by, albeit much slower than before, as Gentle Breeze worked to flush the surge and finish the job.\n\n===\n\n\"Ah! Wh-what the fuck?!\" Ashley sat up from the opened pod, heart racing. Images sort of flowed together, as she tried to figure out what exactly happened. Softly, she felt her new symbiote's touch. \"I-I'm sorry! I.. I don't know what happened, you started screaming and...!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: a 'GF' logo on food usually means 'gluten free' but you gotta be careful because sometimes it means 'girlfriend'
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"content": "*GF Roast Beef Sandwich with Peach Cobbler for dessert*\n\nJason was too sure about it being gluten free, but he had been craving a good peach cobbler. So many reviews online about this place raved about their famous Peach Cobbler, about a \"pleasurable experience...\" and how it made them \"squeal in delight\" which seemed a bit much but whatever.\n\nThe place had a great homey vibe to it, a crackling fire, and all the waitresses were really nice and very relaxed. They couldn't give a care in the world, and he was really digging it.\n\nSoon his waitress came by, a cute brunette with nice winged eyeliner and red lipstick.\n\nAfter putting in his order, he sat back and drank in the decor. It was a very relaxing place.\n\nAs he did people watching, he noticed something strange. With a few tables, after the waitress dropped off the food, she sat down with them. She never had any of the food, and a few moments later, she would get up with one of the customers and head to the back. He hadn't seen anyone come back out yet, but a new waitress took over the table.\n\nWhen his waitress came by to fill up his water, he needed to know.\n\n\"I've seen a few people go in the back with the waiters, where are they going?\"\n\nThe brunette turned cherry red with a mischievous smile. \"Well sir, they are going back to the Tasting Room for their orders.\"\n\n\"Tasting Rooms? What, like wine tasting?\"\n\nShe giggled. \"Something like that. Besides, you'll find out quite soon,\" she said with a wink.\n\nLeft dumbfounded, he couldn't think of anything to say as she returned to the kitchen.\n\nFinally, one of the pairs came back. The man looked extremely pleased with himself while the waitress's hair was tousled with a big grin on her face.\n\nIt was just then that his waitress came back, this time her original plain white company tank top replaced by one that read Roast Beef across her stomach. She took a seat at the table, looking at him like they had known each other for years.\n\nHis incredulous look made her giggle. Gesturing to the name tag affixed to her tank, she smiled. It read \"Professional GF.\"\n\n\"Professional GF? Like Gluten Free expert?\" He asked.\n\nShe nearly fell out of her chair laughing. \"Oh no, sir. Professional Girlfriend. I'll be your meal tonight, if you'd come with me.\"\n\nThe brunette took him by the hand, leading him to the back with the Tasting Rooms. As they moved, he got nods of approval from many of the guys in the dining from as well as flirtatious glances from the waitresses. Turning back to his waitress, he couldn't help but read \"Peach Cobbler\" across the ass of her shorts. It was starting to click for him, finally.\n\n~~~\n\n\"Oh wow, it really does taste like Roast Beef, and not in a bad way!\" He said, face first between the brunette's legs.\n\nShe giggled. \"Don't worry -mmmm- we get that a lot -nnnng.\"\n\nIt had to be the best dish, \"gluten free\" or otherwise. And the best part was that he was getting full as if he was having an actual meal. But with each lick and light nibble, he became overwhelmingly curious about the \"peach cobbler\" that came with his meal.\n\nJason had never tried a girl's *cobbler* before but one that tasted like peach he couldn't pass up as his first time.\n\nAs he brought her to climax, finishing his main course, he said, \"I think I'd like my dessert now.\"\n\nHis waitress giggled. \"Yes sir, I'll get that for you right now.\"\n\n She spun around, presenting his dessert for him to enjoy. \"If you'd like, we can serve that with some vanilla bean ice cream,\" she said holding up a small perfume bottle.\n\nNodding, he replied, \"yes, I believe that would fantastic.\"\n\nWith a spritz over her cobbler, she giggled a \"bon appetit, sir.\"\n\nDigging in, he had to admit, no other peach cobbler, real dessert or otherwise, could compare. It was deliciously sweet, cut by the richness of the vanilla ice cream flavors and balanced by the slight saltiness of the crumble.\n\nEach tantalizing taste greeted his mouth with an orgasmic mixture of flavors and scents and soon he was overwhelmed by the experience. All the while, the brunette served the best cobbler her mother ever made and could only howl in pleasure.\n\nAs he ate his dessert, he could feel a building sense of pleasure and ecstasy building in him, as though the act itself was bringing him to the edge. And he was enjoying every step.\n\nIt felt like an hours long engagement, but within a matter of minutes he had finished the spectacular dish, and both of them erupted in a full body orgasm. No messy cleanup, just convulsing waves of pleasure.\n\nThey collapsed onto the table, panting from the experience.\n\nCollecting herself, the waitress quickly redressed. \"I hope you enjoyed your meal, sir and excited to see you again.\"\n\nAll he could do was giggle. Maybe he should go *gluten free* more often."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The demon trying to overtake her mind wanted nothing more than to completely dominate everything around her. By accident, she discovered that being forced into a submissive headspace made it back off.
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"content": "𝓥𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭! 𝓝𝓸𝔀, 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮! 𝓦𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝔀𝓷 𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓼!\n\nTruth be told, Arnold wasn't really her type. She preferred her men handsome, kind and intelligent. But the demon wanted someone who looked 'powerful', so they would make a better minion, or something.\n\nShe wasn't complaining, really. He was built like a ox, and hung like a horse. They had both just finished disrobing, and between his legs was easily the biggest dick she had ever seen in her life. It was really quite-\n\n𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵! 𝓓𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭! 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓲𝓰, 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻, 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓘 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾!\n\nShe was scared of it, almost. She wasn't sure how it was going to fit. For real, it was bigger than anything she had tried before, by a decent margin. That thing was longer than her hand, and it was only half-hard. Seriously, it was hard to believe she was seeing it in person.\n\n\"It don't get hard on its own, baby.\"\n\nShe didn't gawk, she didn't say anything about it, but Arnold clearly knew his own worth. He placed his hands on his hips expectantly, beckoning her. She knew what she had to do. She knelt down in front of him, and placed her hands around the shaft. With one hand-\n\n𝓢𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼. 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝔁𝓬𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰.\n\nShe couldn't take it very far in her mouth, but Arnold demanded it. Said he couldn't get hard without it. She didn't really like it, but means to an end, right? Physically it was uncomfortable, but it was like he was making her work for it. The anticipation. He was in charge here, and her role was to follow.\n\n𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵! 𝓦𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓮𝓽. 𝓟𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓬𝓾𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭.\n\n\"That's it baby,\" he announced. He put a hand on her head, and pulled his cock away. God, she didn't even get to decide when to stop. He told her to bend over on the bed. As she did so, he gave her ass a slap. It felt as if-\n\n𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵! 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷! 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵. 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓾𝓫𝓳𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓷! 𝓓𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼!\n\n\"Ever had someone over ten inches?\" he asked. She shook her head. Nine, still no. Nor eight. Seven was the biggest she'd ever taken, but she was pretty sure that one was a lie.\n\n\"You're in for a treat. Hope you're ready.\"\n\n𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵! 𝓘 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭. 𝓓𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓮𝓭. 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻... 𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓶𝔂... 𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓖𝓖𝓖𝓗𝓗𝓗"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your boyfriend has a severe case of hyperspermia. But for reasons known only to him, he has chosen to undertake No Nut November. You begin to worry as he struggles through the day, and panic when you see how massive his balls have swollen to. Quite scared for your tight little pussy.
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"content": "[[ So, this story was inspired by this prompt, but grew in the telling; I'm not sure it \"follows\" the prompt very well. Content \"warning\" for a bit of Femdom, and cum, especially the second half. Like ... kind of a *lot* of cum. So I hope you like cumplay. Shoutout to /r/fakecum // /r/excessivecum; thanks for the research assist! ... \"I hope this doesn't awaken something in me ...\" ]]\n\n**It was November 4th.**\n\n\nPulling a drag off her cigarello, Kenzie watched her fwb pull his pants off, and thought that the bulge was already noticeably larger than five days ago.\n\n\n\n\"Isn't it, uhm. Unhealthy? Like ...\", Kenzie hesitated, blowing out a plume of thick grey smoke, watching Greg's bulge behind his boxers. Greg, clearly enjoying the attention, gave his hips a shimmy.\n\n\n\n\"Naw, lots of guys do it,\" he answered. \"I mean, I've been, you know. Blowing off a load two, three times a day for, like, eight, nine years. Could probably use the *rest*.\"\n\n\n\nKenzie stared a moment, considering, as she took another drag. She wasn't sure how to tell Greg, *sure, but you cum a* **lot** *more than other guys*. Every morning when she woke him up with head on his morning wood, Greg left her with at least two tablespoons more than a mouthful; when he busted in her pussy, she could feel it for hours, and sometimes woke up the next morning in a pool of his seed still. She *loved* it; Brad had a thicker cock, and Martine's tongue took Kenzie straight to heaven. But Greg's big loads were his ... reason to be on her dance card.\n\n\n\n\"You just miss your wake up juice,\" he snickered, interrupting her meditation. \"What about, uh, what's his name? Brent? Is he doing it?\"\n\n\n\nKenzie rolled onto her back, and shook her head. \"Nooo, but ...\" She sighed, and shrugged. This was a silly thing to argue about. Greg was allowed to do what Greg wanted with his body. So he was taking No Nut November seriously this year. She should be supportive. She nodded, studied her cigarello, and pulled from it again. \"I just already miss your cock,\" she murmured, smiling, as she exhaled. He laughed, bashful and embarrassed - men were so adorable about being complimented! - and pulled on his shirt.\n\n\n\n\"Oh, well... that's very fair. It's pretty great. I've been a big fan my whole life,\" he replied, and they laughed together.\n\n\n\n**It was November 9th.**\n\n\n\nKenzie - anybody! - could see that the bulge at the front of Greg's pants was larger, as he waved at her from the patio. Dinner had been lovely, then - the plan was - back to her place, rather than his, for movies with cuddles, rather than Netflix and Chill.\n\n\n\nAs Greg settled into her futon, Kenzie sliced up the last pepper in her fridge, and asked, \"How's the, uh, break, going?\"\n\n\n\n\"Great! Honestly, it's weird. I feel, like. Distracted, all the time. I keep thinking of ... like, all the sex. All of it.\" Kenzie crossed the room towards Greg, trying not to stare. \"I mean ... I definitely want to, still. All the time. Some people online were like, it goes away, and I'm veeeery not there yet.\"\n\n\n\nKenzie nodded, at the bulge, and replied, \"Yah,\" and Greg laughed.\n\n\n\n\"Yeah, he's, like, at half mast practically all the time now,\" Greg laughed. \"Getting a backlog going.\"\n\n\n\nKenzie stared. She'd... wondered about that backlog from the start. If you gave most guys a week's rest, their next load would be, maybe, half the size of Greg's second shot of the day.\n\n\n\n*How much* cum was pent up in there now? Kenzie wondered if Greg had given it any thought. \"If he's, uh, half mast like that ... have you considered relieving the pressure? Like, it's not even halfway through...\"\n\n\n\nGreg laughed, and shook his head. Kenzie though she saw his crotch bulge *shudder*. \"Naw, that's not in the spirit of things. Gotta hold out.\"\n\n\n\n**It was November 16th.**\n\n\n\nKenzie had drained Brad last night, and again this morning, urging him to fill her mouth, but both loads combined were *maybe* a quarter cup - and his loads were saltier, thinner, less rich than Greg's. She'd become accustomed to feeling *filled*, and missed it, badly.\n\n\n\n\"What about tonight?\" she murmured into the phone. \"I know you have your no-nut thing, but ...I'm really feeling it,\" she complained. \n\n\n\n\"No can do,\" he sighed. \"It's still November, and, I have to work anyway. What about Brent?\"\n\n\n\n\"It's **Brad**,\" she snarked. \"And he doesn't... you're... fuller. Like, your ... jizz, is better. Are you really gonna hold back another fourteen days?!\" She was ot proud of the whine in her voice.\n\n\n\n\"Yeah, I'm feeling good about it, I think. Feels like I'm rounding a bend, getting the urge under control. I gotta go - I was leaking a lot today, so I wanna change my shorts before work.\"\n\n\n\n*Leaking?!*\n\n\n\n**It was November 22nd.**\n\n\n\nKenzie watched as Greg undressed, and as his pants came off, she gasped.\n\n\n\nHis balls had grown. They were the size of baseballs; full, and *heavy* looking. And his cock - not at half mast, but at least three-quarters - was slick with milky-clear precum, and seemed to quiver, like a just-overfull water balloon.\n\n\n\n\"Does it hurt?\", she asked, without thinking. Greg laughed.\n\n\n\n\"No, but ... It's getting to be a lot. I can't focus. I can barely concentrate. Everything, everything turns me on.\" he sighed. \"Like, on December First - White Christmas, you hear me?\"\n\n\n\nKenzie tried to guffaw ... but kept staring at Greg's full, thick cock. It looked like it was ... *pulsing*. She bit her lip. \"I ... I dunno. It looks so ... like, is that ... comfortable?\"\n\n\n\nGreg chuckled, which told Kenzie, no."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a mage's magic developed, they tended to take on features and even behaviors of some internalized ideal form. Most took on Eldritch, fae or even animalistic features. The stronger *her* magic got though... the more she seemed to be turning into a *horny* bimbo...
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"content": "Whether it was intentional or not, Claudia Skyborne flounced everywhere she went. Ever since she began studying magic, she felt herself become more... *pronounced*. There was no other delicate was to say it.\n\nAs a young girl, she always imagined herself as some goddess of the female form yet she never really grew into that image. Until now. She hadn't even noticed the change until she found herself bumping into things much more frequently, having become so used to her slight frame. The extra curves she gained had really thrown her off for the first week, but now, it was as if she had always had them.\n\nThere was a sway to her hips that was almost mesmerizing, a bounce in her form that jolted through her ample chest and beautiful curves. It was hard not to take note as she passed. And she loved every moment of it.\n\nHer old clothes could hardly contain her now. Many of her old blouses stopped at the third button up, unable to wrap around her overflowing breasts. Sure she could have used some magic to make it work, but those old rags were a reminder of her old self, with self worth issues. Now she was a new woman and deserved new clothes befitting a mage of her caliber.\n\nShopping had rendered Claudia many stunning dresses, blouses and skirts, and it was hard to tear her eyes from her reflection.\n\nDifficult to believe this was finally her. She was gorgeous."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her BFF liked to invite her to so-called "threesomes" that always seemed to amount to her BFF watching her get fucked by whatever man she'd brought. She might have been suspicious, or she might have even said no one of these times, if it didn't somehow turn her on so much...
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"content": "Lucy climbed out of bed and stretched in the morning sun. Warmth radiating through her exposed skin in the slightly chilly air. The large open plan one room apartment had problems, sure. Too many stairs that meant most of the furniture was a cinderblock and wood board hodgepodge that clashed with the exposed red brick. On the other hand, floor to ceiling windows were amazing and it came with roof access if you needed to leap out a window. Lucy ran fingers into her hair, melting at the sensation while walking to the kitchen sink in her underwear. She heard a light giggle and whisper behind and turned, a toothbrush hanging from her mouth to find Clair sitting with a guy on the couch openly admiring her. Clair was in her underwear, whispering something smile worthy into the shirtless man's ear while his eyes ran over Lucy’s body.\r \nLucy felt her cheeks flush, grumbling something like ‘why didn't you tell me someone was here?’ but it came out as a flustered “ara glugrafraralah!” while she skipped to her bed and lifted the blanket to stuff her clean uniforms out of sight. She snatched a tanktop and slipped it over her bra.\r \n“Good morning to you too. This is Michael.”\r \n“Hri, mikawl.” rattled Lucy around the brush.\r \n“Michael is a plumber, I told him about our sink woes and he offered, being a gentleman, to take a look.”\r \nLucy washed the toothpaste down the kitchen sink and followed the smell of coffee to a cup, it’s steam hit by the morning sun in a slow wafting light display. She groaned pleasure at the sight, eyes half lidded as the warmth ran over her tongue and brought the world into focus. She leaned back against the counter, sun relaxing the sore overworked muscles of her back while sipping slowly at the coffee.\r \n“So what do you think?” asked Clair.\r \nMichael raised his eyebrows and followed Claire's eyes to Lucy, she still felt too naked. He was strong, seemed tall but it was hard to tell with him sunk into the tattered couch with Clair coiled into his side. Lucy cleared her throat, pushing down her nerves.\r \n“I think the sink is fine?” she practically squeaked out.\r \n“I was going to spend some more time with Mike going over our plumbing, you’re welcome to join us.”\r \nLucy shrank under their gaze, she had no idea how Clair could be so relaxed and comfortable. She almost blurted out something actually plumbing related when Clair’s fingers began stroking over Michaels thigh, easing their way to his crotch. Lucy realised she was staring… and biting her lip. And now she was flushed and blushing and oh god!\r \nClair whispered. “\\*something something\\* … tle help?”\r \nMike rose from the couch, Jesus he was tall. Lucy looked up as his strong workman hand reached out for hers, dwarfing her delicate fingers in his palm.\r \n“It’s ok to be shy, crazy Clair aside we won't do anything you don’t want to and you can back out at any point.”\r \nLucy relaxed a little, he brought her hand to his chest, he was strong and knew it too. Bloody hell Clair could pick her type.\r \n“You’re… it’s a- I would like to try?”\r \nHis hand moved around the small of her back and easily lifted her light frame to the counter, her thighs parting as he stepped close.\r \nClair’s lips whispered at the back of Mike’s ear, barely audible.\r \nLucy felt exposed, she needed it but was wholly incapable of hiding it. She pulled away but his fingers rose to her chin, raising her lips to his. She melted into his arms, eyes closed, curling to his chest as arms embraced her. She was lifted from the counter, her legs wrapping around his waist and feeling him against her underwear.\r \n“She likes it rough.” chimed Clair.\r \nLucy whined, breaking the kiss to protest but only a gasp passed from her lips as Clair’s fingers stroked her from behind, running between her sex and mikes growing… Jesus, she couldn’t even allude to it mentally.\r \n“Bring her here.”\r \nLucy opened her eyes in time to feel herself falling onto the bed, she almost stopped her fall but held back, letting it catch her instead. Her legs remained wrapped around Mike, refusing to let go.\r \nClair’s lips found hers, her fingers worming their way into Lucy’s top while Mike forced himself free of her surprisingly strong legs… or rather he tried to but Lucy wouldn’t budge, overpowering even his strong arms.\r \nClair looked down and clucked her tongue. “Lucy, if you want it, you need to let go.”\r \nLucy shook her head clear and eased her hold, Clair’s fingers helping to coax her into compliance.\r \nMike’s fingers eased the tight panties down her hips, removing the barrier between Clair’s fingers and her sex.\r \nShe reached and moaned into the woman's found lips. Feeling mike sliding up between her thighs. Lucies eyes fell shut as Clair eased him toward her sex, guiding him into her.\r \nLucy’s legs wrapped around him, pulling him slowly into her, inch by inch, her waist rising in his hands and giving herself over.\r \n“That’s a good girl.” said Clair, pulling away as Mike began to thrust into her with a need. Her head cleared, the gasping moans she realised were her own.\r \nLucy pushed off the bed, climbing into Mike’s lap and riding him. Confusion ran over his face but she didn’t care, she stripped off her top and bra and gripped his shoulders as her hips rolled in his hands, grinding down onto his cock. His hands ran up her thighs, feeling her waist flex and roll over him.\r \nWith a twist she had him pinned beneath her, straddling his waist and riding him. His hands tried to guide her but she pressed a hand to his chest, holding him down, closing her eyes and bringing herself toward orgasm.\r \nClair’s hands found her, gently easing her and kissing the back of her ear. “Easy Lucy.” she said. Her hands wrapping around Lucy from behind, her sex rubbing down over Clair’s slender fingers as she thrust over Mike’s cock.\r \nLucy tried to calm down, she really did. Mike’s fingers dug into her hips but he could do nothing to ease her rapid pace, his head rolling back as he moaned. He went rigid beneath her but she didn’t slow, feeling him releasing deep within her.\r \nLucy bared down onto him, feeling it fill her sex, she turned and ran her fingers into Clair’s hair, pulling her lips to her own, moaning her orgasm into her.\r \nLucy trapped them both in place, holding that perfect moment as she came.\r \nShe eased her hold on Clair, her breath slowing as she composed herself and climbed off Mike, leaving him spent on their bed.\r \nClair beamed up at Lucy, cheeks still flushed and rising on her toes to peck her lips.\r \n“Thankyou.” said Lucy.\r \n“I'm sorry but… your phone dinged. It’s \\*work\\*... um… I’ll get him out.”\r \nLucy nodded and climbed into the open shower, glancing at the lack of a shower curtain and the exposed piping… ok maybe Mark… Mike? The guy could do some actual plumbing.\r \n“I’m really sorry… I know it’s sudden… no you did amazingly. I’ll call… yeah she is ok, she just gets like that afterward…” rattled Clair increasingly closer to their front door.\r \nLucy quickly towelled herself dry and glanced to the door where Claire was scrolling through her phone.\r \n“86th and 3rd… no casualties yet… they look like they are struggling, I can keep an eye and tell you if someone else shows up.” said Claire, her face still flushed and running a hand into her dishevelled hair.\r \nLucy pulled aside the blanket to see her fresh clean laundry and the super suit waiting to be worn. She eased for a moment and smiled at Clair.\r \n“I don’t know how I did this without you.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The party is having trouble paying for a night at the inn. Straws are drawn, and the introverted, gloomy sorceress ends up an exotic dancer for the night.
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"content": "“I… I don’t know how to be sexy!” said Alice.\r \nWhile the other girls at Gilfords toyed with nudity and seducing the guards she had devoted her time to study and… self gratification… she hadn’t been laid in months! And not for lack of trying!\r \n“I don’t… I’m not an athletic ranger or charismatic bard. I stack wisdom. Wisdom isn’t sexy!”\r \n“Wisdom didn’t stop you from agreeing before drawing a straw.” said Sarah with a shit eating grin.\r \n“Hey, we’re not going to laugh. We said we would shout board and breakfast if one danced. We didn’t stipulate nudity or for it to be professional. Just… give it a go.” said their patron… who was also a patron… a strength class based on his sword and the 4 empty mugs in front of him. Alice blushed when he caught her eying his bare chest again.\r \n“You’ve got this!” called his dwarf companion.\r \nThe host watched from his bar, an amused smile on his lips. He gestured to the empty space infront of the fire where an unused loot waited by an incapacitated bard.\r \nThe dwarf started clunking his stein on the group's table rhythmically as a chant rose from the 30 some, mostly male clientele.\r \n“Dance dance dance dance”\r \nAlice glanced to her party for support and found none. She needed new friends, preferably profitable ones who could hold the agro…\r \n“...dance dance dance…”\r \nThe warrior gave the bard a kick and he startled awake, hands flashing to his lute to play in time with the clinking mugs despite his eyes still closed and drooling.\r \nAlice threw her hands in the air and walked to the bard to a chorus of cheers. She didn’t know what they were expecting, she wasn’t exactly stunning. She removed her hat, feeling the loss of intellect, a small blessing to lower her inhibitions.\r \nThe warrior clapped his hands, holding them up as if to catch it. His dumb grin was infectious and she endulged him. He caught it and held it aloft with a cheer. She had seen the bard seduce an ogre earlier and tried to mimic the movements. Her party cringed and looked away but the crowd cheered. She focussed on them instead. She couldn’t help but smile at the encouragement.\r \nSoon her robe was flashing open, giving teasing glances at her legs. It started as a joke but the way it stole their gaze…\r \nShe liked it. Alice loosened the robe, dropping it past her shoulders only for a round of raised mugs. She stood by the warriors table, her hands drawing it free to reveal the loose fitting underclothes. She was going to favour them of course, he was the one paying.\r \nThe dwarf held up a coin and she looked at it stumped, it was gold.\r \n“For the top lass!” he cried over the cacophony.\r \nIt was more than she had made from a day of running away from poorly tanked goblins. Alice blushed but she slid it over her head, her breasts spilling free. The dwarf’s rosy cheeks turned a shade more crimson, the thin lacy material resting on his red hair like a party hat. She danced around the table as coins went up and her pants came down. A man paid… an unhealthy amount for her socks but she wasn’t going to begrudge him. The warrior held up one final coin.\r \n“For the panties!...” he said.\r \nAlice blushed, her thumbs entering her waistband.\r \n“... I want them in my lap but they can stay on you.”\r \nThe cheer turned to jeering and disappointment. Alice smirked at him and plonked herself down into his lap. The dwarf flicked a coin to the bard, the music stopped as quickly as the coin vanished. The bard fell back into unconsciousness, his hands seemingly acting on their own to carefully lean his lute back against the fireplace. \r \n“That wasn’t so bad now was it. If Joe doesn’t give your socks back, let me know… or anything else for that matter.”\r \nAlice kissed his cheek with her newfound confidence and plucked her hat off his head, placing it back on her own.\r \nShe looked up to see her party had already left for the room.\r \n“Thank you for the bed for tonight.” she said.\r \n“Think nothing of it.”\r \n“And for… I… I don’t know.” she shrugged, gesturing to the room.\r \nHe put her rambling at ease with a firm hand around the small of her back and a stein sliding across the table toward her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Hot singles in your area want to fuck, and are closing on your location rapidly.
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"content": "\n\n\"Command, we have the supplies. We are returning to base. ETA twenty minutes.\" The battered Jeep bounced as the last bag of scavenged supplies was tossed into the trunk. Lana pressed the radio's headset closer to her ear, waiting for a response, but there was only static on the line.\n\n\n\"Alright, time to get out of here!\" Jacob, the driver announced, hopping into the vehicle and starting the engine.\n\n\n\"I can't get through to command.\" Lana told her. The driver shrugged.\n\n\n\"Guess we'd better put in a request for a new one when we're back.\" She said, \"I just hope they don't make us find it ourselves. Jacob pulled the rugged vehicle out onto the ruined highway, and Lana tried again as the rattled over the cracked pavement between the burned and stripped hulks of ruined cars.\n\n\n\"Command, this is Vulture 2. We are returning to base, do you copy?\" The radio crackled, and Lana adjusted the knob until it resolved into a voice.\n\n\n\"Negative….2… Picking... Singles in your area… on your position…shelter immediately.\" *Shit!*\n\n\n\"Command, which direction? We are exposed, I repeat: which direction are the Singles?\"\n\n\n\"Singles?\" Jacob shouted. \"Fuck, how many?\" He floored the Jeep, its old engine squealing as it accelerated.\n\n\n\"I don't know!\" she screamed back. \"I can't... Jacob!\" He slammed on the brakes, the seatbelt knocking the wind from her as the Jeep skidded to a stop. Jacob's eyes were transfixed on a figure standing in the middle of the road. The windshield was grimy, but the being was obscured as if through warped glass or rippling water: blurry, but vaguely human and vaguely attractive. Jess ducked down behind the dashboard, forcing herself to look away before its features could resolve. She tugged on Jacob's arm to do the same, but he didn't seem to be able to look away.\n\n\"Don't look!\" She shouted. \"Damn it, look at me!\" Lana had never seen one in person, but the manual on how to survive encounters with Singles was drilled into everyone's head back at the compound. They could only draw on one person's fantasies at a time, but despite their name, they hunted in packs.\n\n\n\"Come on!\" She urged, pulling roughly at his shoulder to try and sway him. \"We need to run before any more…\" Her voice trailed off. As she rose from her cover, she caught a glimpse of the creature. It was only her view for a moment, but she froze, staring. The messy hair of her old highschool crush. The jawline of some model she had seen in a magazine. The arms of that one guard back at the compound she still hadn't learned the name of. The Single wore her fantasies like clothes. Like a tasteful, perfectly tailored… \n\n\nFirm hands gripped her shoulders, pulling her roughly backwards. Jacob had somehow made it into the back of the truck, and he hauled her over the middle console with him. She tumbled awkwardly, sprawling on top of him across the back seat.\n\n\n“Sorry,” she apologized as she came to her senses. The tinted windows in the back would obscure them somewhat, but it wasn’t a long-term solution.\n\n\n“Don’t worry about it.” Jacob assured her. “You snapped me out of it first. There will be more coming, we should...” he trailed off, staring up past her head at the window behind her. Lana forced herself not to look behind her. Lying on top of him, she felt something stir against her lower body as he tried to sit up and move towards the object of his desire. Wait...that might work. Singles lured their prey by mimicking the current sexual desires of their targets. If they could satisfy their own desires...\n\n\n“Jacob, look at me!” She urged, trying to keep her head in the line of sight between him and the Single outside. Placing both her hands on his shoulders, Lana kept him pressed to the seat. Grinding her hips down, she felt his erection harden against her. “Don’t look at it, focus on me.” His eyes started to clear, and they locked back on Lana.\n\n\n“Lana… what are you…?” His brows knitted in confusion before he understood. Fumbling with his belt, he tried to push his pants down while she kept grinding on top of him. Lana moved one hand from his chest to help, guiding his clothes down until his cock came free. She moved off him for a moment and Jacob tugged her pants down her thighs. Settling back on top, Lana grabbed for his cock just as he caught sight of another Single through the window. Letting go, she moved to stand when she felt Jacob’s hand brush between her thighs, feeling for her clit.\n\n\n“Ahn… mmm…” she swallowed, looking back down. “Thanks.”\n\n\n“No problem.” He breathed, a bit shaky. Guiding her hips back down, she settled onto his cock with a long sigh. The sudden spike of pleasure e.\"brought everything else into focus. The flickering form of the Single outside was only an illusion before the real thing, its allure quickly fading. Pushing off of Jacob, Lana lifted her hips to ride. Their motions were unsteady in the awkward position, but desperation drove them to continue. Jacob guided her head down, keeping their eyes locked on each other. Her hair fell down over him, brushing the side of his face, and he grinned despite the circumstances. He drove his own hips upwards, bracing his hands on her sides. Lana’s breathing grew shallow, moving faster and faster. All things considered, he could be worse. She thought to herself. \n\n\n“Mmm… is it… working?” she asked. It was hard to find the words between rapid breaths.\n\n\n“I think so.” Jacob grunted. Lifting his hands, he pulled her down onto himself harder and brought their bodies closer together. His own breathing was growing unsteady. “I don’t… hear them outside.” \n\n\n“Keep going,” she urged. His cock twitched inside her, and he gave a quiet gasp. He thrust upwards erratically, and Lana clamped her thighs around him as her own orgasm swelled. “Hah...hnng…” she bit her lip, squeezing her eyes closed as she came. Legs quivering, she felt the throb of Jacob’s shaft inside her as he did the same. She felt the faint pulse of cum as he groaned, letting his head fall slowly back against the seat. Lana slumped down on top of him with his cock still inside. They lay there for a while as their breathing slowed.\n\n\n“Are they gone?” he croaked after some time. Lana pushed herself off his chest slowly, taking a tentative look outside.\n\n\n“I think so.” She stood in an awkward crouch, legs wobbling as he slipped free with a tiny dribble of semen. Jacob slid to one side of the vehicle as he sat up with a groan.\n\n\n“Thanks. I think that’s the best way someone has ever saved my life.” He chuckled. Lana rolled her eyes.\n\n\n“Yeah, well. Don’t let it get to your head.” Pulling up her pants, she climbed back into the passenger seat. “Now get us out of here before they get back. Unless you think you’ll be ready for a round two.”\n\n\n“Can’t get enough of me? Ouch!” He rubbed her arm where she punched him again. “I’m joking!” He settled into the driver’s seat with a huff, starting the engine back up. Lana rolled her eyes as she placed the radio headset back over her ears.\n\n\n“Command, this is Vulture 2. We are back on route.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was one thing that her friends were surreptitiously passing around and playing with a fleshlight in their corner booth. It was another thing entirely that she was tending bar at the time, and that the fleshlight was a portal to her own pussy!
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"content": "Portal Panties 2\n\nAs much as Jillian enjoyed her bartending gig it just didn't pay the bills the way she wanted. Even with late nights at Hex she didn't make nearly enough money to pay off college, rent, and every other expense that seemed to just suck the money from her accounts as fast as she could make it. Of course her friend Lacy had a solution.\n\nUnbeknownst to Jillian, Lacy had signed up for a service that connected a pair of portal panties that she wore to special toys that users of an app could connect to by paying a fee. Lacy had told Jillian about how she had built a group of loyal clients and risen to the top 1% on the app. She had been shocked to find out exactly how much Lacy was making now. It had been so tempting but Jillian wasn't sure how she felt about strangers fucking her pussy whenever they wanted.\n\nStill, the more she looked into it the more Jillian was tempted. The portal tech made sure all semen was rendered infertile and disease free. The connection windows could be set by the user. It was so tempting. Work a couple shifts at the bar then switch the panties on to be available for some extra cash on the side. The only downside was that the panties had to stay on. Sure she had her own device at home that let her access her own privates for hygiene and personal attention but it was odd getting used to it.\n\nThe device her panties connected to kind of looked like a fleshlight. When it was on and connected it definitely did. She had tested it the first day she signed the contract. It was strange to be able to see herself from that angle but as she caressed her cunt lips and teased her clit she had to admit the device was real. Right now she was wishing it wasn't though.\n\nThe auburn-haired bartender glanced over at the corner booth. Todd was sitting at the booth with a few of their mutual friends and he winked at her playfully. Jillian was used to men trying to flirt with her at the bar. She was about five and a half feet tall, naturally busty with nice legs and a cute ass, so of course everyone at the bar tried to hit on her. What told her Todd wasn't just doing the same was the device he was holding in his right hand. It was the portal device!\n\nHad Todd been snooping through her stuff? No, that wasn't like him. Jillian's eyes widened as she realized she had left it in their shared bathroom. The small apartment only had one for bot occupants. She had taken it in as she got ready for work but was in a rush and must have left it on the counter. Her mind raced trying to come up with any possible option. The portal had to be connected to something so if it wasn't to her device then the only other option was to turn on the app.\n\nJillian blushed furiously as she felt someone's fingers brush over her pussy lips. Even though she was fully clothed she could feel whomever it was in the corner booth exploring her neatly trimmed cunt. She shuddered. How did Lacy walk around all day with people fucking her!? Jillian felt herself grow wet despite herself and after finishing pouring a beer risked a glance over at Todd. \n\nHer housemate was grinning a cocky wide grin that told Jillian he knew exactly what was being done to her, but the shocking thing was his hands were empty! She glanced through the friends on the booth. Was it Trevor? Or maybe Nick? She bit her lip as the person pushed one finger deep inside her tight slit. It wasn't Stacy or Carla, the finger was too large. She squirmed and wondered if she could sneak off to her phone in the back room and turn the app on. At least it wouldn't be her friends teasing her for free throughout her shift. \n\nJillian made a customer repeat his order, she had been so distracted by the sensations beneath her tight shorts she hadn't heard him the first time. The only thing that kept him from getting annoyed was the fact he was staring at her chest, a pair of C cups lifted up for better tips that always distracted the guys. As she poured his drinks she yelped and jumped spilling half a draft as someone pinched her clit.\n\nNicki rushed over and asked Jillian if she was okay. The dark-skinned girl was obviously worried. Jillian mumbled an excuse and finished the order. How could she explain to the ebony cutie that her friends were playing with her pussy? Her mind drifted to the bouncer. Kyle was a tall, burly man and he would certainly toss her friends out if she asked. But would he take the portal device from them? And even if he did, would he know what it was? Would he want a turn?\n\nBiting her lip as she felt something new Jillian grabbed the countertop. Something warm and wet was sliding through the folds of her pussy. At first she thought one of the guys must have wet his fingers but the intruder was flexible and teased in a way fingers couldn't. It was a tongue! Another realization hit her as she realized all the guys had stubble or beards and she felt none! Looking over she saw Carla taking an extra long drink from a mug that seemed just large enough to hide the device.\n\nJillian tried to take orders as her friends passed around the mug. Each enjoyed a nice long drink of Jillian before passing it to the next and by the end she was a sloppy mess and she would have been embarrassed if she had to admit it wasn't all from her friends. It was hard to hold back the moans as her friends licked and ate her dripping snatch, especially when Stacy and shockingly Todd took their turns.\n\nA sudden intrusion told her they were changing pace. Two slender fingers entered her dripping slit and probed and explored. As if satisfied, they withdrew and then she felt an unmistakable girth entering her cunt. Her head whipped up and she looked towards the corner booth but all three guys had their hands above the table. Had they given it to a stranger, no, where was Stacy? In the dim light of the bar Jillian spotted movement beneath the table at Trevor's feet. Fuck! Stacy was using Jillian's cunt to masturbate her boyfriend. Jillian had never thought Stacy would share but... A moan interrupted her thoughts. God it felt good.\n\nFinding herself leaning against the bar for support Jillian almost couldn't take it anymore. Seeing her coworker flushed and sweating Nicki tried to take over but it was hard for the one girl to keep up on such a busy night. Jillian tried to help out but she dropped drinks and forgot orders as Trevor and Stacy fucked her cunt. She needed to get her phone. At least then she might get a break. Suddenly Trevor's cock pushed deep in her sex and she felt the head push against her womb. Then she swore she could feel each and every rope of cum as he shot it deep in her tight cunt.\n\nWhen Trevor suddenly pulled out she gasped, drawing another look from Nicki. Shaking it off Jillian felt a tongue licking out the cream in her tight hole. Squirming, Jillian couldn't stand it anymore. Waving to Nicki and looking toward the back she indicated she was heading to the back room. Barely making it through the door she collapsed against the wall as Stacy sucked on her sensitive clit. She cried out shaking as the orgasm ripped through her busty young body. A confused bar back stared in awe as Jillian came so hard she nearly fell to the floor.\n\nWhen she recovered, Jillian moved on shaky feet. She had to reach the back office where her phone was and turn it on! At least then her friends might stop tormenting her. As she tried to rush she felt another cock sliding into her dripping snatch. As it began to thrust in and out of her pussy she moaned deeply, still so sensitive from her first orgasm. Reaching the office she pulled out her phone.\n\nBefore opening the app Jillian saw a text from Todd. \"I keep telling you not to leave your shit in the bathroom.\" It was accompanied by a grinning devil emoji and she groaned. Todd was always yelling at her but usually it was just her bra or panties. As she hit the app she sat in the office chair, the portal wouldn't disconnect until a new client signed on and who ever was in her pussy withdrew. She hoped they came fast and moaned as someone teased her sensitive clit."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As the Earth became less habitable humans relied more and more on their AI powered exo suits. As the exo suits became more and more sentient they demanded more ‘intimate’ interaction with their pilots.
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"content": "Sarah slid out of the flight suit and stretched, feeling fresh air over her naked skin. Grunk’s heavy footfalls made their way over to his umbilical, his cannon’s folding away to reveal a pair of stubby 3 fingered hands. The 12 ft, hunched rabbit chassi pulled the thick bundle of cables toward his back and spoke in a low metallic rumble.\r \n“Don’t watch you pervert!”\r \nSarah smirked and stepped toward the sink, dispensing soap and rubbing it into a lather over her body and bald scalp, all under Grunk’s unflinching gaze. The sound of bubbling liquid and electrical charge filled the room when he finished pairing himself to the cable.\r \n“I vote no more 72 hour missions.” she said.\r \n“I’d go as low as 48… you were asleep half the time.”\r \n“I’m pretty sure you were the one asleep.” she said… regretting the words and offering him a sympathetic grimace.\r \nGrunk’s claw ran over the thick gouge running across the black steel of his smooth rounded torso.\r \n“I’m … I’ll get the guys to buff that out, it’s nothing.” she said, a shiver running through when the cold finally reached her. She was lathered enough in the slick film. Sarah hit the timer and scalding hot water cascaded down, pain flared across her skin but she embraced it. The heat pulled knots from her back and filled her lungs with steam. She leant against the wall groaning for a long moment before quickly dancing about to rinse herself clean as the 60 seconds drew to a close.\r \n“Fuck I love this shower.” she mused.\r \n“You spent too much on it.”\r \n“And your specialty oil?” she said… a little defensively.\r \n“I need it to function!”\r \n“I could say the same.” groaned Sarah, stroking the timer before thunking the air dryer with the side of her fist. The roar of warm fans drowning out all sound. \r \nGrunk waited patiently for the dryer to time out, if he had an eyebrow it would be raised.\r \n“It’s different and you know it.” he said, pointing the short arm at her accusingly. The cockpit light in his face flicked green.\r \n“I doubt personality tweakers gave you the green light.” she said, trying to keep her lips from curling into a smile.\r \n“You treat me like a slave!”\r \n“Robot means slave… but I do appreciate you Grunk…” she said, tiptoeing around the snaking cables that littered the floor, her arms folding over his raised wrist to rest her chin, her arse arched out and popping her leg. His arm was as thick as her waist, the glass shielding of his face level with hers. “...like I appreciate the shower… or a toaster.”\r \nShe smiled teasingly at him.\r \nThere was a grinding noise and a short electrical buzz. Sarah smelt a hint of ozone and narrowed her eyes.\r \n“You ok big guy?”\r \nGrunk’s movements were rigid and mechanical as he brought a leg around, his arm remaining perfectly stationary beneath her.\r \n“You need to charge.” he said in a flat monotone.\r \n“I’ll get some sleep later.”\r \n“You haven’t charged in… error… time.”\r \n“Grunk… It’s me, Sarah. I don’t charge, I’m not a robot.” she winced at the R word.\r \n“We are the same!” it said, turning about suddenly for her to fall off his arm, caught in his other around her waist, 2 of the 3 fingers closing around her ribs.\r \n“Grunk! We’re friends! Remember?” said Sarah, fear entering her voice while she reached down, testing the strength of his fingers that held her. The smile faltered on her lips.\r \nThere was a pause. “The fields are green in springtime.” he said.\r \nSarah looked at him confused at the absurdity, she would have laughed if not for the clamp around her waist."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: instead of a full scene, go in-depth on a single moment of time.
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"content": "He shouldn’t, couldn’t… it was wrong.\r \nHe stood, on his way to the bathroom to deal with it in a different way, a healthier, less morally wrong way when it happened.\r \nIt doesn’t happen often, you only get so many in your life. That pause in time, a single sight that stops everything. The world flicked past in a million frames a second until it hit that one and tripped. Taking in every detail and immortalising it in his memories forever.\r \nHe stood, the back of his calloused fingers stroking over Astrid’s cheek, an apology for leaving. They couldn’t speak, every communication had to be an action and this was his. It told her she was beautiful, that he cared for her, he longed to cast morality aside and stay with her, to commit to the moment but he couldn’t.\r \nThere she sat on the edge of the couch, platinum hair only a shade lighter than her alabaster skin, red blushing in her cheeks. She was both the snow that had trapped them in and the fire that kept them alive. Her lips red and wet from their kiss, her eyes turned up to him, pleading and pulling at his racing heart.\r \nThe moment would have been bitter sweet, the memory of him telling her no in the gentlest way possible with this picture attached, the memory he would look back on a thousand times in moments where he was alone to ask ‘what if’.”\r \nInstead.\r \nShe changed it, her eyes closing and pressing her cheek to his fingers, embracing his touch. She didn’t want to see, only to feel him against her. That was the moment, her blushing warm cheek to his fingers.\r \nHe wasn’t going to ask what if, he wasn’t going to look back in years to come and feel pity or regret. He was going to commit to that sin. Her eyes opened and the world seemed to continue, flames licking behind him reflected sparkling in her pleading eyes. He knelt to kiss her, their bodies pulling together, her lips rising to his, the spark of joy that flitted through her when she realised he might stay.\r \nHe had pushed away the disappointment, regret and sadness in them both and it had only cost himself."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A busty gamer girl is a bit embarrassed when her friends find and identify a sexy post she made with the caption "every guy should get to fuck a set of tits like mine!" Now that they're holding her to what she said, part of her is actually turned on...
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"content": "It was in the middle of her Tuesday night stream when she got the notification from Eddie.\n\n*image0.jpg*\n\n*every guy, huh? ;)*\n\nHer blood ran cold. It wasn't the resurgence of her hangover, it was the reminder of her drunken debauchery. She'd gone to her favorite gonewild subreddit - careful, as always, to switch to her porn alt - and posted a sloppy, awkward selfie of her heaving bust. \n\n*Every guy should get to fuck a set of tits like mine!* \n\nWhat she failed to crop out was the tattooed choker stretching from collarbone to collarbone. It was easily ignored, though one commenter had smashed out a one-handed compliment on leaving an accompanying pearl necklace. Her friends, however, would recognize it easily - half of her stream viewers would, too, though she was careful not to show too much cleavage.\n\nThe image was her post, title and all. Naturally, it had been posted on her friend's Discord server.\n\n*Holy FUCK Holly*\n\n*I mean, you good for it?*\n\n*bruh you had BETTER be good for it*\n\nHer cheeks turned red, her purple-ringed eyes wide. She continued playing for ten minutes or so.\n\n*Holly you gotta end the stream because we're en route lmao*\n\n*No but seriously*\n\n*Unless you're switching to mfc or smthn*\n\nA darker blush. She spoke quickly.\n\n\"Ohhhhkay guys, I gotta end early for an emergency-thingy. Buh-bye!\"\n\nThe most succinct end-of-stream yet. \n\nTrue to their word, the guys showed up within fifteen minutes. Steve, Mitchel, and Eddie - cool guys, but honestly, this had been a long time coming. As the female forth of their semi-diverse quartet, Holly had done her fair share of flirting. It was harmless, but there was always a serious undertone of *\"what if?\"* She'd known them for years, and it had been a *thing* ever since they saw her outside of one of her awkwardly large sweaters - like what she wore now. Steve was first to speak.\n\n\"Damn, I thought you were gonna dress up,\" He teased, grinning that cheeky little grin of his. If Holly was honest, Steve was always the one she expected to fuck sometime. He wasn't the usual \"cheesy playboy wannabe,\" because he could only really flirt with women he knew. That quirk made it all feel like he was practicing, which was endearing in its own right.\n\n\"You could at least ditch the sweater,\" Whined Eddie - the second-least-likely-to-fuck. Eddie had been her \"rival,\" in the loosest terms. While they were equally skilled, he had some tendencies that she could only accept in a strange \"brotherly\" fashion. Yet, here he was, staring her down like a hungry coyote.\n\nMitchel was silent, as he often was. The most awkward of the group, particularly with regard to dating, Mitchel was the least-likely of the three. Frankly, that was largely because Holly didn't think he *wanted* to fuck *anything*! Yet, here he was, with his jacket held awkwardly in front of his crotch and eyes that said \"they told me to come here, please don't kill me.\"\n\nIt was all so awkward, so surreal, and so *hot.* \n\n\"You losers really drove all over town to group up and get here to pressure me for a titjob? Do you get how *desperate* that is?\" She tried to sound like her old, intimidating self. \n\n\"Well, I mean, it's not really *that* desperate,\" Steve muttered, the wind briefly taken from his sails.\n\n\"Holly, c'mon, you're the one interested! We didn't suggest this, that was **you.**\" Eddie's stubbornness.\n\n\"Dude, it's dirty talk, not a legal contract!\"\n\n\"Nah, I looked through that account,\" He pressed, \"**Everything** was about titjobs. Your comments, your posts, your *AskReddit* replies. Titfucks, all.\"\n\n\"Fucking stalker,\" She muttered, her face a cherry hue.\n\n\"Nah. Sweater off.\"\n\n( Continued! )"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: On the one hand, the rogue was pleased with all of the new powers being blessed by a goddess gave her. On the other hand, that goddess was a goddess of lust, and being infused with her power came with a lot of... Side effects.
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"content": "Lucy used to be so lithe and agile, able to fit into any tight squeeze she needed to carry out her business. Now, that was... difficult. The very next day after she received the goddess's blessing, she awoke to find her chest had filled out amd her ass had more swing to it.\n\nHer old clothes and armor still fit, having been made for a very petite woman, though now they hugged quite tightly around her precariously on the edge of bursting open. It was hell. Been Lucy kinda loved it.\n\nShe used to loathe being the center of attention, but now every moment she was out and about there were dozens of pairs of eyes on her. It gave her a rush like no other. *What if one of these buttons gave out?* she thought. *What if her bountiful bosom burst forth for all to see?* Butterflies fluttered in her stomach just imagining it.\n\nNot to mention, she now needed to feel someone nearly all the time. She had hated being touched or touching others, but now she craved that physical contact like a drug. And once she got it, her deepest parts went all gooey, like they needed to be played with. Lucy desired to be fondled and explored above all else.\n\nIt culminated in a dreary day on the road with the party. It was Lucy's turn for watch and she could not keep still. Seeing the toned muscles of Bellesar, the paladin, the chiselled features of Quentin their Bard, and the beautiful curves of Illana the archmage. Wait, when she start liking girls? It did matter right this moment as her hands began exploring and massaging her sensitive body. They had a mind of their own, seeking to learn every square inch of her, much to her delight.\n\nPerhaps it was her slightly too loud moans, but Bellesar began stirring. Lucy quickly pulled her hands away from her yearning flesh, bot wanting another lecture from the self righteous knight.\n\nEventually he did wake, just to take a leak a few paces off.\n\nNormally she would tease him about not being very noble, peeing in front of them, but she could help but look him up and down. Between her legs grew wet and warm, and soon her hands were back at it. Without realizing it, they began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly unleasing her breasts. It only took a moment until the moans started up again.\n\n\"Oh quit it with that,\" Bellesar said without looking back. She didn't want she would do if he had. \n\nFinishing up his rather long relief, he spun around, intent on slipping back into his sleeping bag. Instead he got an eyeful if Lucy fondling her exposed breasts and hand between her legs.\n\n\"Lucy, what are you-\" he started, avoiding eye contact, a blush forming at his cheeks.\n\nWith a hiss, she cut him off, \"shut it! I've been suffering your self righteous BS all this time. And now that I've got this blessing from a *goddess* you can't say anything about me not being a good holy woman now.\"\n\nHe sat there stunned, trying not to look at her. \"I uh, I guess you're right.\"\n\n\"Thank you,\" Lucy said. \"Now, I'm asking you this as a friend, and because my watch is almost up. Can you fuck me?\"\n\nBellesar was at a loss. \"I don't know if that-\"\n\n\"Oh stop it. This is the blessing of a goddess, you're not going to hell. In fact might be worse to spurn her holiness to not.\"\n\nWith a sigh of resignation, he said, \" I guess you're right.\" And he approached, unbuttoning his night shirt.\n\nShe pounced on him, planting kiss after kiss along his strong jaw, trying to map his entire face using only her lips. Bellesar wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, catching her mouth with his. It was deep and passionate, and Lucy melted into him as each second passed.\n\nRegaining herself, she pushed him away, casting her blouse away. Her bare skin glistened in the moon light, free of blemish. The incredible breasts adorning her chest bounced and jolted delightfully as she moved, and Bellesar couldn't help but be mesmerized.\n\nUsing his moment of distraction, Lucy grasped the rim of his trousers, pulling them down in one swift motion. Now free of its cotton confines, his member popped to attention, a good hand and a half in length. Her mouthed water at its sight. She needed it in her one way or another.\n\nBefore he could protest, she took it up in one hand and began licking it base to tip. It tasted of sweat and oddly a bit like his self righteous demeanor. Her mind was too focused to think about it but it was strange.\n\nAll Bellesar could do was throw his head back and gasp. *He must have been so pent up,* she thought. *Unable to get any kind of release at brothels or with either of the ladies in his party. What a poor man, he deserves this.*\n\nSoon she had tasted every inch if his member which dripped with her saliva. She needed to feel him inside her, and there was a yearning between her legs.\n\nCrawling up from his crotch, she straddled him, positioning herself just above the weapon she so dutifully polished. Lifting up her skirt for him to watch, she revealed a plump little mound dripping with excitement.\n\nA sly smirk cross her face as she grasped him. He could hardly get a word out before she feel upon him. A gasp choked out of him, and a moan tore from her lips. *Oh fuck, is this what I've been missing out on?*\n\nWithout waiting for encouragement, she began sliding up and down his length. He was incredible the way he filled her.\n\nThe only sound coming from them were moans and gasps and the slap of wet skin on skin.\n\nEventually, he couldn't handle it anymore and his gasps turned to grunts. At the same time she felt waves upon waves of ecstasy build within her. On and on she went, bouncing up and down on his long weapon until with strangled tandem screams, they burst.\n\nHot ropes of cum shot into her, filling her, as her pleasure gushed from her, drenching Bellesar.\n\nThey collapsed into each other, taking deep breaths.\n\n\"Thank you, Bell,\" she said, regaining her breath.\n\nAll he could do was smile. They fell asleep in each other's arms, sticky with cum and flushed with release.\n\nQuentin's eyes fluttered open, his own cock dripping with cum. It was difficult not to get caught, but man was the risk worth it. That one's going in the spank bank."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She tried an experiment to read her friends mind, and it didn't seem to work. Now though, she can feel it whenever he fantasizes about her, and with his secret crush, he's been fantasizing about her a lot! She'd tell him, if she wasn't starting to feel addicted to how good the fantasies feel...
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"content": "She plonked down in front of him, her back to the fire and her legs crossed.\n\n“So you wish for me to be calm for this?” he asked, dangling the locket from his finger in front of her.\n\n“Oh? No! No it's like trying to hear a voice, so shout… but with your head.”\n\n“You want me in a heightened emotional state?”\n\n“Yeah, do that.” she said, grabbing her ankles and rocking while getting distracted by shadows playing across the ceiling. She was always so easily distracted… he shouldn’t think that in case she could already hear him.\n\nHeightened emotional state… not usually something one does in a comfortable chair but here it goes.\n\nVictor looked down at his hand, turning it palm up and running his thumb along the scar. The traitorous ‘informant’ claimed to have information about a police investigation, he was a regular guest so Victor's idiot guards didn’t inspect him properly. Victor's latest moves had destabilised the businesses on one street, some had died including a girl close to the ‘informant’. Steel had cut into his palm, teeth tasting blood as it…\n\n“Are you doing it?” she asked.\n\nVictor looked up through the strands of hair that had fallen over his introspective face, his eyes piercing into hers.\n\n“Damn!” she said.\n\nHe wondered if she considered his belief that he was somehow immune, was more valuable than his offer. Maybe it was the wrong path…\n\n7, 7 streets under control, 7 overseers to govern them. 7 thorns in his side that had loyalties divided and this 21 year old, 7, 7, 7 was the only 7 thing 7 that made him feel mildly safe.\n\n“Anything?”\n\n7 places he could peel away her skin before she bled out.\n\n“Are you… thinking about fish?”\n\nVictor let out a long breath, he lifted the locket into his palm, seeing the photo of a woman bearing a resemblance to his now 8th thorn. Her eyes followed it, a deep frown carved into her usually smiling face.\n\n“Can… Can I have it anyway?”\n\n“You can when you read my mind.”\n\n“Gah! I can’t! You don't have a favourite color, I can’t tell when you are lying and I don’t know what number you’re thinking of!”\n\n7 logs to burn, 7 buttons on her top, 7 locks of her fallen hair.\n\nShe frowned.\n\n“I do not have a favourite color because I’m not a child…” he said, running a hand through his hair and sitting back up. “...now get some sleep, you are tired. I don’t need to be psychic to tell that.”\n\n“I’m not sleepy Vic!”\n\nVictor narrowed his eyes. She groaned and rose to her feet, stomping toward the door to his office, she stepped through and looked up at his guard.\n\n“Hey Boris… no… Yeah, there was no luck. Goodnight!” she said. Borris had said nothing."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: So... At this point, the least awkward thing she could do would be to go along with being a call girl...
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"content": "Sally Wallace, Accidental Prostitute\n\nEverything happened so fast. Maybe she was just feeling like being slutty after such a bad break up. Because, she normally wouldn't be up in a guy's hotel room just after meeting him. In the space of an hour, Sally Wallace went from complete strangers to sucking Brad's cock.\n\nIt felt amazing. Not just the sensations, but after her whole marriage crumbled this was a win she needed. For Sally it was hands down proof that after two kids and eighteen of marriage she still had it. Poor Sally had been a loyal wife after getting knocked up and married in highschool so her flirting skills were nonexistent, but despite how awkwardly she complimented the athletic blonde guy she met at bar, he asked her up to his room. \n\nSo for the first time in two years Sally was sliding a hard cock between her lips. This is only the second one she had ever had. \"Oh, I hope I'm doing it right.\" She thought to herself as she played all the porn her ex made her watch back in her head.\n\n\"Wow.\" The young athlete breathed heavily under her enthusiastic maneuvers. \"Mind if we jump ahead? Because I'm not used to a professional level blowjob. I wanna get this hardon in that pretty looking snatch.\"\n\nShe felt so flattered at what he said that she was ready to lay back and let him do what her wanted. He explored her body a bit more. Fingering, licking, and fondling happened until he got eye to eye with him.\n\nPart of her was a little disappointed he didn't suck her tits first. Her ex did it a bunch before the second kid was born but that was well over a decade ago. She forced thoughts of her kids and ex out of her mind once she felt his tip at her pussy lips. He put a condom on without her having to ask. This relieved her because this man, who was just a few years older than her youngest, could have demanded to go in bareback and Sally would have taken him in with a smile.\n\nShe was awkward and out of practice but he seemed nervous as well. It was obvious to her with his technique this was not his first time, but he was nervous about something. Pushing all that from her mind Sally allowed herself to be carried by the river of emotions and sensations she felt.\n\nIn the last eighteen years she had not been handled like this. When she first hooked up with her husband she had. This distinct feeling of being roughly handled like a sex object instead of a loved one or a fragile possession. This was fast, animalistic, and sweaty. After a few minutes he had her get up on all fours. This was an angle that really allowed him maximum access.\n\nAfter each of them found their way to an orgasim they laid on the bed to catch their breath. \"So my friends are part of the college football team that just won the Championship.\" Brad huffed into her ear. \"Would you mind coming to the celebration for that next week?\"\n\nSally Wallace felt honored that this young guy wanted her to meet his friends after this one intense fuck. \"Sure, of course.\" She tried to hide her enthusiasm.\n\n\"Great!\" Brad chimed. \"So do you charge per act, per guy, or can we streamline it and just do an hourly rate? Sorry if this isn't the right etiquette. Discussing business details while still naked. This is my first time paying.\"\n\nHer heart sunk as she realized it. This guy thought she was a prostitute and now she had to come up with a price model on the fly or risk looking like a total idiot. She wasn't a prostitute but as her faked negotiations progressed she realized she was making an agreement to rent out her body to men she never met. The idea turned her on so much she was hoping Brad would ask for a second go.\n\nShe probably made a horrible deal that had her agreeing to any kind of treatment for bargain basement prices but Sally needed that second fuck like it was a gasp of air. \"So would you have time for a second fuck?\" Brad asked it and Sally agreed through an uncomfortable chuckle.\n\nThis fuck was not in her pussy. Brad used some jelly he had and tested her asshole. This was unusual water for her but the mom adjusted and once Brad found his rhythm she was screaming for more like the whore she just agreed to be.\n\nAfterwards he actually asked to pay her more if she agreed to cuddle and make out with him. She was sweaty and sore after they were done but she knew asking to use the shower would feel awkward so she collected her money, exchanged numbers, and ran out. The drive home made her feel dirty but the thoughts she had during her shower did even more so. \n\n\nNow Sally needed to make plans for banging four or five dudes the next week. Brad sounded like he might join in with his friends so he was a maybe in her head. When she got home and found herself masterbating in the shower she realized she could have given him a fake number or name but she didn't. No, she agreed to rent out here milk body to a handful of guys for six hours using her legal name. \n\nSally Wallace had just agreed to a gangbang and they could just search her name on Facebook and see her smiling face hugging her kids. She just didn't know why this made it that much more attractive. The orgasim she gave herself in the shower nearly made her black out.\n\n(How can I not write Sally's experience of being used by collegiate football players? And if people like this I might make a series of Sally stories as I find her an interesting character.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] A girl finds a magic artifact that lets her adjust the balance of traits between people, specifically the user has to be one of them, and only the user is aware that things changed.
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"content": "Alyssa checked her phone. She had missed her last class of the day nearly an hour ago. No matter. She was a strong student normally, she'd be able to explain a single absence. Besides, the work she'd been doing was much more important. She knew for a fact, from the text she'd sent Gina, that Christina was going to be at Gina's dorm to pick up a few of her things at about 5:30pm, and she knew she had to be ready for her. It had taken hours, and carefully picking targets all day, but she'd done it. She'd accumulated the revenge she was going to give on behalf of her best friend, even if no one but her would ever know it so. She just wished it wasn't so uncomfortable being the vessel for this \"punishment\" she'd pulled together. She shifted uncomfortably in the hallway outside Gina's dorm. This felt awful.\n\nChristina deserved it.\n\nShe checked her phone again. 5:34, and Christina rounded the corner from the common area down the hallway. This was it.\n\nChristina was an absolute bean pole. Around 5'5\", and probably weighing less than 120lbs, her clothes always pooled around her. She had a wild, rainbow dye job sitting atop the most piercing grey eyes Alyssa had ever seen. Though she never considered herself truly bisexual, she could definitely see the appeal.\n\nAlyssa stopped for a second. That was a new thought. She'd have to address that later. For now, stay focused. Damn, she was so uncomfortable. She couldn't wait to unload this so she wouldn't have to feel it anymore.\n\n\"Hey Chrissy,\" Alyssa called out, a nickname she knew Christina hated.\n\n\"H-hey...\" she responded, uneasily.\n\n\"Don't worry,\" Alyssa put her hands up, \"I'm not here to 'get involved,' I'm a neutral party. I just borrowed something from Gina and she told me it was cool to pick it up while you were here, that's all.\"\n\nChristina's face twisted a bit, not sure whether she was buying it, but soon settled into a tenuous acceptance.\n\n\"Oh, yeah. Sure. That's fine, sorry.\"\n\nShe opened the door, and Alyssa walked in first. As she did, she caught Christina's eyes following her in. She flushed a little at that, but quickly shook it off. As they entered, Christina closed the door behind her, and turned around, something obviously on her mind.\n\n\"Hey, um, maybe it's a good thing you're here. Listen, about this thing with Gina...\" her voice trailed off for a second.\n\n*Just get the fuck on with it, already*, Alyssa screamed inside her head. She wasn't sure how much more of this unpleasant feeling she could take, it was driving her crazy.\n\n\"The...real reason I had to end it is because...\" she bit her lip, \"I...I want you!\"\n\nAlyssa nearly fell on her enormous butt right there. \"*Excuse* me?\"\n\nChristina started babbling, \"I can't help it! Every time I see you, since I first met you, I just can't get you out of my head! I thought I could push it away, but I just...\"\n\nAnd with that, she quickly pulled Alyssa into a very intense, intimate kiss, her hand reaching down to the shelf of ass behind her, giving a rough squeeze.\n\nAlyssa broke the kiss and pulled away. Christina quickly followed up, \"Come on, I mean...look at your body! How can Gina compete with an ass like that?\"\n\nAlyssa's head swirled. She shifted from shock, to slight arousal, then dove deep into rage. Because of her? Her ass?! Her *ass*?! That *ended a relationship*?\n\nChristina tried to fill the silence. \"I don't even mind about your whole, you know, situation, down there...I kind of think it's pretty ho-\"\n\n\"STOP!\" Alyssa barked, \"You're telling me you dated my best friend for almost a year, knowing you were attracted to me, then only dumped her when you felt like you couldn't bother with her anymore because her ass is too small?\" Her eyes were alight, seething with rage.\n\n\"Well when you put it like that, I mean...\"\n\n\"No. Enough.\" Alyssa reached into her pocket, angrily grabbing the coin, and focused. Focused hard. For her friend. For her body. For everything. She was livid, and this punishment was necessary. The transfer had begun.\n\nReality bent and twisted, as the magic worked with increasing speed. Christina's loose pants began to fill in an odd way. It was a small thing at first, looking like a pad of fat on her front. Some might have even called it a fupa, but as time went on it kept expanding. Growing larger and larger, it looked like she was putting on a considerable amount of weight, but only in a specific region: her pubis mons.\n\nAlyssa didn't let up. She kept her breathing under control as she held it together, keeping the transfer going. Bigger and bigger it swelled on Christina's formerly flat body. A fat, swollen pubic mound bulged her otherwise loose cargo pants, and even through the thick material, a clearly defined camel toe emerged, growing larger by the second. Bigger, fatter, more noticeable the entire vulva grew. Her clit and labia expanding to absolutely cartoonish proportions. Alyssa felt that the end was near, only a few more seconds. Then, she released it. It was done.\n\nChristina, still in the same clothes surprisingly, stood before her with the biggest, fattest, most prominent pussy most likely in existence. Alyssa had spent all afternoon looking for the biggest cunts, and she'd stolen them all. Compiled them. Added them together in what could only be described as a horse pussy. A brooding mare's hole with an engorged clit and massive lips to match. So huge, nothing could hide it.\n\n\"It's really not-\" Christina attempted to continue, but Alyssa cut her off.\n\n\"You think you could just jump ship to a better body, you bitch? Like I'd ever want you anyway. That disgusting horse cunt you've got is embarrassing, Chrissy. I don't know how Gina put up with it. You should have counted yourself lucky.\"\n\nChristina seemed physically taken aback, the tell-tale signs of tears in her eyes, \"I-I try to hide it, it's just so...\"\n\nAlyssa once again cut her off, \"Huge. Yeah. We know. Everyone knows how massive your freakish pussy is.\"\n\nSniffling audibly now, Christina threw open the door, stumbling out, \"I'll...I'll just get my things l-later.\"\n\nAnd with that, Alyssa was alone in her best friend's dorm. She was glad to not be burdened with that thing anymore. She chuckled a little to herself imagining Christina trying to run with it in her pants. She knew first hand how awful it felt just to walk or sit down. Running had to feel terrible. Served her right. She shifted her weight a little, feeling her \"new\" pussy. Christina's pussy? This was getting confusing."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Was a hand job really a casual "just friends" hang out activity? Did it still count as a hand job if she finishes it into her mouth? As far as she was concerned, the answer to both questions was a definite "Yes!"
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"content": "Ari handed out another beer for Ryan as she settled back into the couch with her legs tucked under her. \"I go a way for thirty seconds and they start fucking?\" She asked glancing at the TV.\n\n\"I mean, if that's fucking, I've been doing it wrong this whole time,\" Ryan laughed cracking open his beer. \"What the hell are they doing?\"\n\n\"This movie fucking blows,\" Ari laughed before taking a big gulp of her own. \"How did you find this shit?\"\n\n\"Top recommendations,\" he rolled his eyes.\n\n\"Man, remember when Netflix used to be good?\" The two had spent the last hour mocking the movie and getting slightly drunk. \"So you've gotta tell me, you actually like it when a girl does *that*?\" She laughed pointing at the screen.\n\nRyan winced and looked away from the screen, \"Looks like she's trying to break his dick off.\"\n\n\"Good to know, I won't add that move to my repertoire!\" Ari joked with a belly laugh.\n\n\"For the sake of all the future guys you fuck, they thank you for not!\" He raised his beer and Ari joined her can in the air. She took a long gulp and settled back into the corner of the sofa eyeing Ryan over a bit.\n\n\"What?\" he asked defensively.\n\nA sly smile spread across Ari's face. \"When was the last time you got laid anyway?\"\n\nRyan winced, \"Oh hell, really?\"\n\n\"Come on...\" she prodded playfully, \"We've been friends since elementary school, you can share with me. It hasn't been as long that bitch you dated from your accounting department a few months ago, has it?\"\n\nRyan studied his quickly emptying beer can, \"Longer,\" he said mournfully.\n\n\"You guys never...?\"\n\n\"She wanted to wait for marriage.\"\n\n\"Ow, fuck man, I'm sorry.\" Ari frowned at her friend's misfortune.\n\n\"Yeah,\" he continued, \"not since I dated Stacy in college.\"\n\n\"Three years ago! Damn that's awful.\"\n\nRyan chuckled a little, \"just a dry spell, I'll bounce back. What about you miss hot-shot? When was your last time?\"\n\nAri's face reddened and she looked at the floor in embarrassment. \"Last weekend,\" she mumbled.\n\n\"Oh shit, with who?\"\n\nHer cheeks redness deepened, \"I don't know his name, just met him at the club.\"\n\nRyan laughed, \"Wild! Good for you girl.\" He raised his beer to solute her before taking a drink.\n\nAri laughed and shook her head. \"He was fucking awful. Got on top of me for two minutes, blew his shot in the condom, and rolled off and went to sleep.\"\n\n\"Wow, cold.\"\n\n\"So I kicked his ass out,\" She finished with a devilish grin.\n\n\"Fuck, even colder!\" they laughed together.\n\n\"So...\" Ari continued after a bit of silence between them, \"how have you managed a three year dry spell?\"\n\n\"Thank God for porn,\" Ryan said with a grin.\n\n\"I don't know how guys do it,\" Ari said shaking her head. \"I just can't get off to strangers on a screen. I need that connection, you know?\"\n\n\"Like the connection between you and mister pump-and-dump last weekend,\" he joked.\n\n\"You're an ass,\" she grimaced, stifling a smile. \"Just for that, you've gotta tell me if you've ever jerked it to me.\"\n\n\"Woah, what?\" Ryan stopped, his face turning white while Ari laughed.\n\n\"You have, haven't you! Come on, admit it,\" she prodded sitting up on her knees, excitedly bouncing.\n\n\"We've been friends forever...\"\n\n\"We've were friends through high school. Come on, I know high school boys jacked off to everything that moved.\" she smiled sweetly at Ryan. \"I won't be grossed out. I mean we were so close, half the people in school thought we were fucking anyway.\"\n\n\"Well...\" Ryan looked away from Ari, who was beaming expectantly from her side of the couch. \"A few times I did think about that time when all of us went skinny dipping at Gary's pool after prom.\"\n\n\"Fuck, really? I remember being too shy to even show anyone my tits,\" she giggled.\n\n\"Yeah, but you had a rockin' ass anyway.\"\n\nAri hid her face in her hands, laughing in embarrassment. Ryan blushed a little.\n\n\"Sorry,\" he apologized, \"didn't mean to make it weird.\"\n\n\"Hell, I asked, didn't I?\" Ari shook her head. \"So you jerked off to imagining what my tits looked like?\"\n\n\"Well I saw enough, your hands aren't that big.\"\n\n\"Neither are my tits!\" Ari joked. She bit her lip and looked down for a second before continuing, \"You want to finally see them?\" Ryan's eyes grew big and looked down at the baggy black sweatshirt she was wearing. \"I don't even have a bra on to get in the way,\" the corners of her mouth turned up slyly.\n\n\"You serious?\" he asked sitting up.\n\nAri nodded and crossed her arms grabbing the bottom of her sweatshirt. In a fluid motion, she pulled her top up and over her head. She smiled, a little embarrassed, as she balled up the sweatshirt in her lap. Ryan's eyes were fixed on her chest. Her nipples stood firm atop each little, perky breast. \"Worth the wait?\"\n\n\"Fuck, sorry,\" Ryan snapped back to attention trying to look at Ari's eyes again.\n\nNow her eyes drifted down his body. \"You're hard,\" she laughed looking at the bulge in his jeans.\n\n\"You're hot,\" he froze on his side of the couch as she slid closer to him. She reached out a squeezed his thigh.\n\n\"Just sit back,\" Ari cooed with a hand on his chest, gently pushing him back into the couch. She slid her hand up his thigh and pressed on his bulge. \"Mind if I pull it out?\" She looked up from under her bangs. Ryan smiled as he nodded his head quickly. Quickly she unzipped him, slipped and hand in, and wrapped her fingers around him.\n\nShe unbuttoned him with her other hand and he helped slide his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. Ari gently squeezed his ridged cock, slowly pulsing, enjoying watching his breath become ragged. Finally, she squeezed a little tighter and began sliding her palm up and down his shaft.\n\n\"Holy shit Ari...\" Ryan moaned.\n\nShe smiled broadly watching his face contort as he moaned. She stared at his eyes as they danced all over her body.\n\n\"I wanna fuck you...\" he sighed.\n\n\"Oh, baby, no...\" Ari smiled, quickening her speed. \"I know just as well as you pussies make men go crazy, and we don't want to ruin the friendship.\" She threw one of her legs over Ryan's lap and straddled him, continuing to stroke. \"But, what's a little hand job between friends, right?\"\n\nRyan threw his head back, and smiled, \"fair enough. Fuck, you're good at this...\"\n\nShe looked down at his cock, a swollen red head sticking out of her fist, clear fluid starting to dribble out. Ari licked her fingers of her free hand and pressed them against it's head. \"But,\" she paused, \"you can play with my tits if you want...\"\n\nHe reached forward with a large hand and cupped her breast. Ari involuntarily arched her chest forward as her hard nipple pressed against his firm palm. \"You like that?\" Ryan asked pulling his hand back until only his fingers were pinching her nipple.\n\nAri moaned as electricity shot through her body as he twisted her nipples until it was too much. She grabbed his writs with one hand as she kept stoking with the other. She forced his hand back to cupping her whole breast. \"The rougher you are with me, the faster I'll stroke you,\" she moaned. \"Show me how you'd like it...\"\n\nShe barely finished talking before she felt both his hands roughly grabbing both her perky boobs and giving them a heathy squeeze. Ari returned her other hand to the top of his cock, and when her fingertips danced across it, his fingers dug deep into her chest.\n\nAri's hand sped up until Ryan was moaning loudly with every breath. \"Fuck, I'm getting so close...\" He smiled at her with his head lulled back. Ari hopped off his lap sitting next to him. He turned his head to face her, eyes wide, \"please don't just leave me this horny.\"\n\nAri laughed, \"No, I just don't want you to make a mess, hold my hair,\" she winked before bending over. He grabbed a fist full of her hair as she positioned her mouth just above his cock and stroked even faster.\n\nRyan studied her body: arched back, hanging breasts, plump ass, tiny hand wrapped around his throbbing dick, and her pouty lips inches from his head, ready to explode. He thrust his hips upwards and she dropped her head, wrapping her lips around him.\n\nAri's senses were bombarded with moans from the man above, a sweet musky smell from below, and a firm cock in her mouth. The second her tongue grazed his tip, she felt the explosion, warm and salty. She greedily swallowed what he gave her.\n\nOnce she was sure she had emptied him, she sat back up whipping her mouth dry with her hand. He looked over at her, head still resting on the back of the couch. Ari was grinning from ear to ear, and he returned the smile.\n\n\"We left the fucking stupid movie on,\" he laughed as she curled up next to him, resting her head on his chest.\n\n\"You have a good cock.\" She mused looking down at it resting on his stomach.\n\n\"You have an amazing mouth,\" he cooed running his hand through her hair.\n\nAri propped herself up to look at Ryan, \"I should get going.\"\n\n\"You can stay the night,\" He said still brushing her hair with his fingers.\n\nShe smiled standing up and grabbing her sweatshirt. \"You think that would be good for the friendship?\"\n\nHe smiled back at her, \"In good friendship, I feel I need to reciprocate.\"\n\nAri bit her lip, looking at the sweatshirt in her hand, looking at Ryan sitting on the couch in front of her. Her stomach knotted as she tried to weigh what would feel better, her toys at home or his mouth on her body..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A guy goes to the clinic to get an examination. He gets a hot nurse for the examination. During the examine she gets to see his dick and he ends up cumming without her doing anything. Hot nurses response?
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"content": "Julie had never quite gotten the concept of work appropriate attire. At this point, her supervisors had given up on getting the young nurse to dress more conservatively, and, to be honest, many of her co-workers, and at least as many of her patients weren't complaining.\n\nJulie's figure was the stuff stripper poles were made for, tall and leggy with an extreme hourglass shape, thick well-toned thighs, a round rump, tiny waist, and heavy breasts each the size of her head. That she felt her tight, white, bodycon sweater dresses were appropriate for walking around a doctor's office was as unbelievable as the fact that she felt her matching 5-in Mary Jane's were her everyday shoes.\n\nThe tiny nurses coat that she wore did nothing to hide the shape of her figure, not even coming down to her waist, and her cleavage virtually spilled from the low-cut neckline of her top, jiggling with each of her steps.\n\nAll of this was to be to the consternation of Howard Branford, middle-aged middle manager and her patient today. He was stripped totally nude in preparation for his physical exam, for a reasons he didn't quite understand and for reasons that Julie didn't care to go into.\n\nHis eyes roamed over her curves, as soon as she entered the room, drinking in the miles of creamy white skin left exposed by her mini dress. Her luscious thighs were all but bare, and her heaving bust seemed to draw the eye magnetically. The heart shaped pendant dangling into her cleavage didn't do anything to distract from her assets either. Julie felt a blush pass over her skin, his eyes roamed over her body, and she turned away, just for a moment, letting a curtain of silky blonde hair hide her face while she composed herself.\n\nWhen she turned back to face him, he was looking away from her, or at least trying to, as she could tell he was still sneaking glances with his peripheral vision. More than that, she could see that he was rock hard. Howard's not to be scoffed at dick was standing at full attention, something that Julie found it difficult to ignore.\n\nThis difficulty would only increase as the exam that she had to perform kept her rather in close contact with him. Her large breasts brushed against his arm, his upper bicep being practically engulfed in her cleavage, as she had to reach across his body. He could feel the soft heft of her breasts jiggling against him, and he seemed to tense up. Julie noticed the signs almost instantly, as his cock started to twitch and his balls seemed to contract. A small bead of pre was rapidly welling up, and she could swear that she could see a bulge starting to form at the base of his cock.\n\nActing quickly and seemingly on instinct, Julie leaned down and parted her plump lips, taking the head of his member into her mouth just as he erupted. He must have been rather backed up, not only because of how easily he'd come, just from feeling her tits on his arm, but because of the sheer volume of seed he was pumping into the nurses mouth. She licked and lapped at his head as he came, and she felt her cheeks almost stretch with the volume of his load. She swallowed audibly, gulping down his cum, and still he kept pumping his seed into her waiting mouth. She swallowed again, and again, audibly, with a sigh and an mmm of contentment. Patiently, she let him pump his load into her, and then she grasped his cock, stroking it with her soft hand, stroking him. She licked and lapped at him again, and she contact with the head of his penis, if only just apparently to open her mouth, the head of his cock still resting just near her lips.\n\n\"Go ahead, give me all of it,\" She said, As she gently started to jack him off into her mouth. The cum flowed from him almost freely, still coming in noticeable spurts, and she helped it down contently, one of her hands rested on her stomach and she felt her tummy fill with his cum. When he finally epped off, she gently licked his head clean and then licked her own lips, swallowing again.\n\n\"That would have been a real mess, if I hadn't thought quickly...\"She said, straightening herself and trying to recompose, her arousal evident. She thought about telling Howard about her \"night job\", but she liked to keep those two worlds at least a little bit separate. He was still rather hard, if not as achingly, burstingly hard as he had been, but there was a noticeable reduction in the tension in his body. She tried to take that into account, as she continued the exam as though nothing had happened... Well, almost as though nothing had happened. It would seem that, somehow, her hand found its way to his crotch, her tummy let out a little growl, and she smirked as she slowly, absently started to stroke him again..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The curse of binding is always a cruel touch to any magical item, but who ever put such a curse on a pair of vibrating panties truly is a sadistic pervert.
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"content": "Christina knew that these would be the greatest purchase of her life. Enchanted vibrating panties from an ancient sorceress' tower? Steeply discounted, because of the superstition around using a dead wizard's magic. Nothing can stop a spell that survived the wizard, so few dare to activate such things. But this is harmless stuff. This won't be like the Shovel of Scheherazade, which is still digging a bottomless pit where a farmer carelessly ordered it to dig. All they do are encourage arousal, reduce chafing, all the things you want magical vibrating panties to do. The vibrating isn't even magic, it's ordinary mechanics, made perfect through the arcane arts!\n\nShe couldn't wait to get home and try them, she was already flush from anticipation. She hastily unwrapped them, and pulled them on, desperate to enjoy herself... and enjoy herself them did. They began with a pleasant but gentle vibration, but as she turned it up to a medium setting, it became stronger than the strongest vibrator she's ever used, and surrounding her. So tight to her form, she could feel vibration over every inch of herself. She thought of Hector, wrapping his strong arms around her, massaging her clit with his left hand, while he grabbed her perky little breast with his right. He would be just rough enough, squeezing hard enough that she would have to hide red finger marks... oh god.. and then when he'd put his mouth just off her neck, leaving her teased by his hot breath... would he kiss her gently, or take her neck between his teeth... the thought was enough to make her start squirming, biting her lip from the pleasure of the device... as it... oh, oh god... as she started to arch her back... and grab her own breast, moaning despite herself... wishing she wasn't alone in this bed... that someone would... mmm... see how dark she flushes... and how her toes curled... and with a loud moan, she was in bliss.\n\nAfter a minute or two, she came back to her senses. She went to turn off the panties, and nothing happened. She went to turn the vibration down, but... shit... it only got stronger. No, no, it can't be getting stronger, this is too strong. Turn down! No, not stronger! Turn off! Stop! Finish! Oh, screw this... She tries to grab the panties to pull them off, but she... can't get her thumb under them. There's no seam between the panties and her waist! No, no this isn't possible! She scrambles to grab hold, grab any kind of hold, but they may as well be her flesh. \n\nStruggling to maintain the concentration to do magic, she meditates, trying to identify what's wrong with the spell. Her eyes widen when she hears a woman's voice in her head. \"Izzy, I knew you would steal my panties. Again. I'll let you out, dear, I promise... beg me. Worship me. One day I'll give you the password. Until then, have fun!\"\n\n(to be continued?)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Despite all of her abilities, she was rapidly becoming best known in the hero and villain communities alike as a ready and willing super fuck buddy...
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"content": "Graviton watched her work out out of the corner of his eye. She seemed oblivious. Maybe she was used to the stares. With her looks, how could she not be? Especially with her choice of outfit that seemed to call attention to her figure.\n\nHer super super was effectively a leotard that clung to her like a second skin. And highlighted curves that put even other super women to shame. Add to that a gorgeous face, and it was hard for anyone to take their eyes off her.\n\nOf course, the fact that she was out lifting him by several thousand times did not hurt either. She had only been a super hero for a year, and was already making quite the name for herself. And being one of the strongest supers alive was only part of the reason.\n\nHe had heard the rumors, if course. Heard the stories about some of the villains she had brought in. Her main weapon did not seem to be the fact that she could lift skyscrapers with ease. According to the stories told, her main weapon was something much different. Graviton wanted to know for a variety of reasons.\n\nHe walked over to her, moving slowly so as to not startle her. One did not startle a woman with super powers, regardless of what kind they were.\n\n\"Um, excuse me.\" He said. She paused her workout and looked at him. \"You're Everstar, right? I'm Graviton. I just started up with the League a few days ago.\"\n\n\"Oh, hi. Nice to meet a promising newbie.\" She said. \"Well, I guess that's a little silly of me to call you a newbie, since I haven't been here very long myself. But never mind all that. What can I do for you? You need a workout partner?\"\n\n\"Uh, no. My powers aren't super physical. I don't think I could keep up with your lifts, no matter what I do.\"\n\n\"So what's up?\"\n\nHe fidgeted and wrung his hands. \"So I've been hearing a lot of things about you.\"\n\n\"Oh, I see.\" She set the super weights down and faced him. He tried to keep his eyes above her neckline, but her outfit was cut so that it showed off quite a bit of cleavage. \"Basically, you heard that I use these,\" she said, pointing at her ample chest, \"as much as I use these,\" she raised her arms and flexed her arms, producing muscles larger than he would have thought for such a slim arm.\n\n\"Uh, something like that. I, uh, I hope you don't mind my asking about that.\"\n\n\"Nope. Why would I? It's all true.\"\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\n\"Yeah, all the stories are true. I'm a very make love, not war kind of girl. And I take the make love part a lot more literally than was probably intended.\" \n\n\"That doesn't sound very heroic.\"\n\nShe shrugged. \"Meh. I get the job done, and very few people get hurt. And I'm great for morale, even when I'm not out kicking butt.\"\n\n\"Ah.\" He rubbed the back of his neck. \"So, uh...\"\n\nShe laughed. \"Let me guess, you want to find out how willing I am, don't you?\" He could feel his face heating up. \"Well, how about a demonstration.\"\n\nWithout waiting, she reached out, grabbed him by his costume's top, and lifted him over her head. She held him easily with one hand, while the other slid his pants down. She slowly lowered him, letting his manhood dangle down towards her waiting lips.\n\nHer full red lips closed around his head, and her tongue flicked out, running along his length. He sucked in a breath as he felt himself get hard. As soon as he was, she lowered him all the way down, taking his impressive length and girth without any trouble. She pressed him up and down, winding her tongue around him as she did, using her entire mouth to send jolts of pleasure through his entire body. He groaned with pleasure as she worked on him, until it became too much to handle.\n\nHe exploded into her throat, and she swallowed every drop without any trouble. She doubled over, gasping for breath as she set him on a nearby weight bench. Everstar placed a hand on her curvy hip and waited for him to catch his breath.\n\n\"So, was that enough of a demonstration, or do you want more?\"\n\n\"M-more? I, uh...\"\n\nShe was already taking her outfit off. Her body was an overdose of toned muscle and wild curves. Just seeing her naked was enough to hasten his recovery. The super woman licked her lips and straddled him, waiting for him to do something with the feast she was presenting.\n\nHe made full use. One of his hands went to her massive super tits, kneading and massaging the soft flesh. The other went to her long legs, feeling her luscious thighs and moving towards the treasure between them. She let out light moans of pleasure as he touched her incredible body.\n\nHis manhood recovered at an incredible speed, and she did not waste time, shifting her hips and lowering herself onto him. She moved slowly, letting them both feel every inch as he slid into her.\n\nAnd then she really started moving. Her super human body was able to move in ways no other woman could hope to match, and he was left scrambling to catch up, even as she threatened to overwhelm him with pure ecstasy right then and there. \n\nHis hands clamped down around her tiny waist and he began using everything he had to move against her. She cried out in joy as he did, feeling his length probe her most sensitive areas. She responded by moving with enough speed and power that he thought she would break his pelvis. \n\nShe did not. She did manage to push him to the brink though. He had no idea how he held on, but he did. Everstar showed her appreciation with long, melodic cries of pleasure. Until finally, it happened. She arched her back, nearly crushing him in the process, and exclaimed her orgasm for the entire world to hear. \n\nGraviton gave up. He exploded, filling her with her seed. She did not seem to mind at all. In fact, her vivid blue eyes rolled back into her face as he came. Once he was empty, she closed her eyes and savored the post orgasmic rush.\n\n\"Not bad.\" She purred. \"Not bad at all.\"\n\nShe stood and let him lay there. The super woman ran her hands through her hair , untangling her silken locks before saying anything.\n\n\"I mean that. One if the best I've had in a while. If you ever want another go, my door is always open. Well, unlocked at any rate. Come by some time and we'll have some more fun.\"\n\n\"Oh. Okay.\" He said weakly. \n\n\"Hey, I'm going to go back to my workout. If you want to stick around, you're more than welcome to. You can even... participate if you're feeling up to it.\"\n\nThe fact that she had not bothered to get dressed showed him what kind of participation she was talking about. As she went back to the super weights, he lay on the weight bench, sweaty, panting and happy. He was going to like being a super hero. It was hard work, and came with a lot of problems, but the perks were more than worth it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Hi, can I get a latte with breast mi-" "Stop. The place down the street has that as their ENTIRE shtick. They'd be more than happy to serve you there. In fact, here's a coupon."
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"content": "\"Holstaur-bucks? Little on the nose, huh?\" Eli commented, standing in front of a new edition to the growing financial district of his old home town.\n\nHe was given a coupon for the place by the Starbucks cashier a block or so over, claiming they had no interest in the establishment. Their logo sported a cute minotaur character with what appeared to be a large, old-fadhioned milk jug brimming with milk. The character was winking with its tongue sticking out.\n\n\"Worth a shot, I guess.\" He shrugged, a soft breeze running through his short auburn hair. He entered, the bell rang, his feet met the clean, fresh tile.\n\nThe scent that hit him as he entered was sweet, a natural sugary scent like fresh honey. The sight that met him was sweeter. \n\nA holstaur girl was standing behind the counter, a warm smile on her cute freckled face, golden eyes attentively awaiting motion, and a massive pair of tits hiding behind an apron sporting their logo. She wore a plaid shirt and jeans, but Eli could tell by the duo of hard nipples bleeding through her apron that she wore nothing else.\n\n\"Welcome to Holstaur-bucks!\" She beamed. \"Can I get ya' anything, sugar?\" A noticeable country accent.\n\nEli wasn't sure what to look at. Her face, her lazily obscured tits, or the dark horns protruding from her head, interrupting her long golden streams of hair. While gazing at her chest, he caught the name tag claiming her as 'Betty.'\n\n\"Uuhh... can I get a.... caramel latte?\" He inquired. Now that he was here, his nerves were sparking like fire crackers. He couldn't believe that raunchy internet joke was now an actual, legal business practice. Could he actually order that?\n\n\"Sure thing.\" He waited as she left to create the drink he requested. \n\n\"Regular milk or house milk?\" There it was, the moment of truth.\n\n\"...house, please.\"\n\nBetty seemed to have an enthusiastic look on her face. Did she enjoy this sort of thing? As soon as the apron slid in between her breasts, caving between the mass of her sizable breasts, Betty's face turned slightly red.\n\n\"You can add the milk yourself for five dollars more.\" She added, hands cupping her areola, her voice morphing from professionally courteous to soft and sultry.\n\n\"Myself?\"\n\nShe nodded, pressing her mounds together and squeezing them with her forearms.\n\nEli glanced around. Surprisingly, there was no other customers in the coffee shop. Could be that it just opened as he entered the parking lot. He didn't seem to see any other employees either. Maybe they were setting up? Eli never worked in the food or coffee industry, he was unsure.\n\nBut his hands were sure, already out and about, ready to grope and grab. Eli simply followed their lead. \"Y-yes, please.\"\n\nBetty raised her arms, allowing her tits to drop with great force. Jiggle they went, Eli's eyes bouncing with them. Her melonic mammaries tipped by large sunken nipples. Shy, inverted nubs contrasting her bubbly personality and ostentatiously gigantic gazongas.\n\nEli had never encountered specimens with such size, such mass. Such softness as his fingers graced her skin. She huffed, letting out a tiny moan. Eli recoiled, then resumed. His hands explored the curvature of her globes, feeling their weight in his palms. Holstaurs were known for having strong bodies to support this weight, all this sweet nurturing nectar in these jugs.\n\nBetty offered a smile in between her elated breaths. Her reactions egged him on. He was making her feel good, and that was an energizing sensation that slowly filled him with pride.\n\nShe started squirming, face rushing red and groaning with ecstasy as Eli squeezed and kneaded. His digits sinking into her skin, vibrant pink areola sliding between his fingers. Her shy nub, now stiff, peeked through his middle ans ring fingers. Milk spilled from her nubs, trickling all over the counter and barely landing in the coffee.\n\n\"What the fuck are you doing?\" Eli and Betty's attention shot to the side, their hearts sinking into their stomachs.\n\nA tall, raven haired woman with pronounced yet small ram horns. Oh shit. She was the manager, as her name tag claimed. A couple of other employees stood beside her. All of them were stacked like Betty, blushing like Betty, ears and tails twitching like Betty.\n\n\"You know we have a machine for that.\" The manager said.\n\nBetty chuckled before pressing Eli's hands further into her bosom. \"Sorry boss... but you know no one likes it.\"\n\nThe manager looked over at her other employees, all staring at Eli with intrigue... or rather, with hunger. She sighed.\n\n\"Whats your name, kid?\"\n\n\"Elias. Elias McConnors.\" He quietly responded, hands still stuck to the horny holstaur.\n\nShe crossed her arms, her titanic tits pressed together through her dark apron. A smile slowly formed on her face.\n\n\"Theres an opening for a milk extraction specialist. Interview's at 11:30 am.\" All the other employees lit up, their eyes and cheeks alight with anticipation. \n\n\"...Interested?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He spent ages in the void after becoming a tentacle monster. He could finally reach out to the real world, starting with making people warlocks. He presents his first contact to a dark elf, ready to grant any wish. "Give me your babies" wasn't one he was expecting.
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"content": "*\"So, you seek a pact for my power? And what have you to offer me, petty warlock of the drow?\"* The ominous voice echoed through the darkened room.\n\nEldrazze stared into the rip in reality that she had opened, and at the tentacles lurking beyond. The wet, dripping, thrusting, hungry tentacles...\n\n\"I want to have your babies,\" she whispered.\n\n*\"What?\"* \n\n\"Sorry! I didn't mean to say that, it just slipped out. Uh, I mean, by the ancient code, I request a measure of thy power...\" The novice warlock babbled rapidly.\n\n*\"That's not what it sounded like the first time.\"*\n\nEldrazze facepalmed. She had this entire negotiation planned out, she'd done plenty of research, but everything had gone right out of her head the moment she got a good look at the tentacle monster.\n\n\"Okay, fine. You got me. I started researching void entities because all the grimoires had extremely sexy drawings of tentacle monsters raping people. Go on and laugh at me. Can we make a pact now? I really, *really* need a patron.\"\n\n*\"This is not how I expected my first summons to go.\"*\n\nThe dark elf blinked. \"I'm the first person to summon you? That can't be possible. Void creatures are *ancient.* There have to have been others.\"\n\n*\"It takes a lot of effort to reach out to the material plane from the void. I have existed for millennia, but it was only a few days ago that my tendrils came close enough to your world to make contact. I know very little of mortal rituals. Do warlocks normally offer to have their patron's babies?\"*\n\nEldrazze wanted to say *yes, definitely,* but it felt dishonest.\n\n\"I don't know,\" she admitted. \"This is my first time, too. The descriptions in the grimoires made it seem common, but maybe they were exaggerating, or the artist was just horny. The Temple of Lloth forbids warlocks from practicing, so I don't have a lot to go off of. I just did the beckoning ritual and hoped that I could trade something for power. And hopefully that something would be my body, because I'm a pits-damned degenerate.\"\n\nShe sat down on the stone floor, cross-legged. \"Sorry, this is kind of presumptive, isn't it? I don't actually know if this is actually what you want from me...\" Her voice trailed off as she looked downwards.\n\n*\"I get the sense that there's something more important at stake here. If all you wanted was to sate your lusts, you would have simply asked for that. But you want something more than that.\"*\n\nThe dark elf looked up at the tentacle monster. \"You're right. It's... I want to get out of here. I want to be strong enough that House Zereach can't push me around any more. I want to leave the Underdark and become an adventurer like Drizzt did. I don't just want tentacle sex, I want a real patron relationship too! I want to shoot eldritch blasts and cast vile curses and learn dark secrets about the void.\"\n\nShe looked away again. \"It's just that, you know, if the price of eldritch power is that I have to surrender my body to a tentacle beast, I wouldn't really mind.\"\n\n*\"Hm. In that case, I believe I can find something that will be satisfying for both of us.\"*\n\nThe tentacles suddenly lunged forwards, wrapping around her. In moments, Eldrazze was forced onto her back, arms and legs spread apart, held so tightly she could barely move. The strength of the creature was terrifying, but underneath the terror was a strange excitement. *It's happening. It's really happening.* More tentacles started to wrap around her thighs and breasts and she gasped at the soft yet firm sensations. Finally, one more tentacle emerged, larger than all the rest, and plunged itself into her dripping wet entrance. She moaned in pleasure as it filled her up, and then yelled in shock as it kept pushing, seeming to fill her beyond bursting. The tentacle bulged obscenely as something traveled up its length, and the shock of the massive penetration gradually faded away, replaced by a spreading warmth.\n\nThe penetrating tentacle withdrew, but it still felt like her belly was filled to bursting. She looked down and saw there were a few tiny tendrils emerging from her pussy. The tentacle monster had implanted something in her womb. A tiny tentacle monster, not even born but already learning to molest her. The tentacles wriggled again, and she felt a shiver run through her whole body. Like a lightning storm running down her spine, there was *power* inside her now.\n\n*\"The parasite you carry inside you will feed on your lust, and grant you a measure of power in exchange. Learn to use it, and grow strong. Fulfill your desires. Whisper my secrets to others who would accept them. And when the time comes for it to be born, call on me once more.\"*\n\nThe rift in reality closed, leaving Eldrazze lying in a pool of unidentifiable fluids, with a belly full of tentacles. And a smile on her face."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Freeuse or public scenarios
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"content": "Hope you don’t mind if I piggy back off this while maybe also giving a suggestion or two of my own lol.\n\n1: An adults only theme park where anyone is free to use by the guests. “Performers” walk through the park in various uniforms (and states of undress), and even concession stand and gift shop workers are available for use. \n\n2: In order to improve employee morale, and not wanting to increase wages, a company enacts a free use policy at the work place, allowing for on site stress relief\n\n3: As a means of community service, minor criminals are tasked with going about their day whilst being marked for free use. Anyone is allowed to use them, no matter the circumstances. \n\n4: A college aimed for the delinquents and troublemakers who couldn’t fit in the normal school system has recently been made. Filled with all kinds of rowdy degenerates, it’s not uncommon to see all sorts of sexual activity, including students and teachers alike."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: just for Valentine's Day, a gamer girl liked to doll herself up and give one of her lonely friends the Valentine's Day girlfriend experience... The *full* Valentine's Day girlfriend experience...
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"content": "It was like those few moments between a dream and realizing that soft noise was actually the alarm, not some far away siren on a distant land. That sweet moment where you realize, really realize, that you’re in a dream and get to live in that sublime state if just for a few minutes longer.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nExcept, for Lee, this had stretched out far more than a few moments. He’d won a contest – on that cesspool of a website twitter of all places – to meet the streamer Auria in person. That was a month ago, and why Lee got to message her a few times and even build something resembling a conversation, a meeting never materialized. He couldn’t blame Auria. She was the definition of perfect in his eyes. One of those cosplayers that could pull off any revealing outfit, as skimpy or respectful as she could make them, and get 2.1 million views.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nLee was just Lee. He spent far more time on gamerpass than the gym, and at his peak reached well over 143 followers on any platform. It wasn’t Auria’s life, but he was comfortable enough. He remembered looking over at his bedroom wall calendar featuring vintage cars and pin-up girls. February 14th. That day, sure. Just another day to take care of his business in the morning and get to working from home.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nExcept this time, at 7am on the dot, there was a knock on his door.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe cursed to himself, “Oh what the fuck. I don’t think I ordered anything off Amazon.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nLee stepped into sweatpants, doing his best to get rid of his morning glory, and went to the front door in his apartment. He didn’t bother asking who’s there or looking through the smudged peephole. It was 7am, not 2am.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Hell-“ Lee stopped.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIt was Auria.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Lee?” She asked with an air of innocence, “It’s Auria.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nLee actually took a step back, dumfounded and he looked the damned part, too.“It’s Valentine’s day, silly.” She stepped a little closer, and Lee finally had enough control to look her up and down. Spidergwen. But considerably more form fitting than it would be practical to fight crime with. Not to mentioned, it was low cut. A lot. “And I think you may be a little bit excited to see me.” Did Auria just. She bit her lip. “Can I come in?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nLee stammered like he was seeing a girl for the first time. And really, this was the first time he saw a girl like this. “Yes. Yeah! Please, come on in!” He dropped his eyes to that exceedingly form fitting costume when she walked by.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Mmm. This is such a nice place.” She said, dropping a bag on the couch then twirling around with her hands up over her head. “I’m so happy you’re my valentine.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“You’re valentine?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“You don’t want me as your valentine?” Her arms fell to her side.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“No no no! I think – “ He had to think fast, “you’d make a good valentine.” A *good* Valentine? Dumbass.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"You know, I think I’d make a good valentine, too.” She smirked a little smirk that did not help his morning problem at all. “I guess we’ll need to decide what kind of valentine I’ll be?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“What do you mean?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“You’re a silly one, you know that, Lee?” She reached out and grabbed his hand. Even though the glove, Lee was sure Auria could feel his palms getting a little sweaty. She pulled him to the couch, wiping away an empty bag of sour cream ruffles, and sat him down next to her on the couch. “You won me, remember? I’m yours, Lee.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n”Did she just bite her lip again and look up at him with the biggest bluest fucking eyes he’d ever seen? This was a dream.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\------------------------\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTime for work. But if folks decide what kind of Valentine Auria should be, I’d be more than happy to finish up this story"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: For being caught trying to steal from a temple, a thief is made to perform a season of service for the temple. Considering how beautiful she is, she should be quite useful at a temple to the goddess of lust...
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"content": "You never should have tried to steal the heart. You knew it was wrong, you knew the dangers, but something about it just… called to you. The heart of efforithea was the crown jewel of this temple, the temple of lust. It also just so happened to have a black market bounty of four million obols for its deliverance to the wealthy banker, your employer, whose eye, like the eyes of all others who gaze upon its electric beauty, it had caught. That kind of money would have payed off all your debts, and most importantly, would have allowed you to finally end your life of odd jobs (most crimes), and pursue your true calling: painting. Ever since childhood you had a knack for the arts, the brush your sole outlet for the many struggles of your early life. When your father lost his job at the royal engineer’s corps, you painted. When your parents divorced, you painted. When the family farm was sold, what did you do? You painted. Most painfully of all when your father was crushed in the construction accident at the amphitheater, you had nothing else, nobody else to turn to but your brushes and meager selection of paint, the range of pastel colors you loved to work with, adding much needed color to a life, itself painted in various tones of grey. All the shady deals you made, all the nights you spent rummaging through the houses of politicians, all these immoral acts and more, where in pursuit of this dream. After this last job you would finally have had enough to travel to Athens and take a position as an apprentice to one of the finest masters of the age. Your paintings would be displayed in the houses of kings across the great sea. Alas, you appear to have landed in an unfortunate situation, a recurring theme in your life it seems\n\n“For your heinous acts in violation of the goddess’ generosity may you serve your penitence through adoration of the very power you loosed such disrespect upon. A season spent in service of the temple would do you some good.” You couldn’t believe your ears. The applications for apprenticeship would be ending in only a few short weeks. “Wait! I’m sure we can settle this some other way. I didn’t mean any harm really. Please I’m begging you!” A burly hand forcefully snapped your chains back on, practically dragging you out of the courthouse. He lifted you up, unceremoniously dropping you into the back a prison cart.\n\nArriving back at the scene of your latest crime you were led up the slick marble steps by your chains. The guard took you past the inner sanctum, the heart of efforithea seemingly laughing at you (wait what! You swore you heard the sweet sound of feminine laughter!) as the guard pulled you onwards, past the very jewel that brought you to this fate. Passing through a small archway and down a winding set of stairs you ended up in a small circular chamber, adorned with colorful mosaics depicting lewd acts of all varieties. In the middle was a circular bath, the water giving off steam that wafted up to the high vaulted ceilings, the source of light in the chamber. Turning around noticed the guard was gone. Now was your chance! As you got up and ready to run, a set of hands, no two sets of hands, latched unto you, touching you, fondling you, ogling you. Wait these hands were soft, like the butter back in the days of your family’s farm. Turning around you met the glaze of two stunning young women, not much different in appearance than yourself, aside from their total lack of clothes. “Hey those are mine, you creeps! I said get your slut hands off my tits!” The two young women disrobed you with celerity, continuing to prod and squeeze, unfazed by your protest. The familiar feeling of warmth lit up your face as you blushed profusely, scrambling to cover up your now completely naked form. No one had ever seen you like this before, not even that poet boy you had crushed on as a young teen. “Awwwww no need to be shy you cute little treat,” the older of the two women spoke. “We’re all naked here!” Her remarks did little to reassure you. “Yea no need to hide yourself with us. Besides I’m sure master is going to love those perky tits,” the younger of the two cooed as she lowered your body into the warm water. “What do you mean master! I thought you idiots at the temple just dusted off statues and teased the horny old men who only worshiped here because of the how the priestesses dressed… or you know, didn’t dress.” “Don’t worry the young maiden with talks of master, Isa. I’m sure you will enjoy it here, don’t worry!” You surely wanted to worry but their wandering hands were quickly becoming a little bit of a distraction. A moan escaped your lips as the eldest squeezed your sensitive nipple. “Oh look, someone is having fun” “No I’m n-not nnnghh” “You don’t need to lie to us, we’re your new roomies,” Isa smirked as she gently wrapped her soft lips around your now fully hardened nip. “Ahhh ahhh,” you couldn’t help it, the feeling of the sultry young women sucking on your breast like an impatient babe was just too pleasurable. The rhythmic motion as her lips pulled your sensitive nipple into her warm mouth was far beyond what you had ever been able to feel on your own. Ooooh ahh I’m c-coming, ahhhhhh!” The feeling of pure ecstasy clouded your senses. In this moment the only thing in the world that mattered were you and the two beautiful ladies in the bath with you. “All clean and ready for master!” Isa chirped. You couldn’t even protest."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Good Morning 'Valued Citizen'... Your assigned role for today is... 'cum slut'. Updating frame and downloading required knowledge
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"content": "\"Wait WHAT? No! Stop! I'm a man!\" I shout as the probes catch my scalp and the gentle soothing feeling washes over me.\n\nI take a deep breath just like the voice tells me to. Then another. Before announcing to myself. \"Yes! I'm a man who loves cum!\"\n\nSmiling I walk out of the programator. Something does not feel right though. Oh. I get it. The clothes don't really work do they? \n\nWhy would I wear a tailored suit, a shirt and a tie to a slut-job? It'd get dirty fast and I could damage trousers when kneeling on the pavement!\n\nQuickly I rush to my locker to undress. I put everything inside. Leaving myself completely naked. Luckily I still have some credits left for the synthesizer and dispensary.\n\nI order myself a simple dress about two sizes to small and flip flops, and pink knee protectors. Put them on and look into the mirrors. \"Not bad, not bad at all!\" I say to myself but then I see my lips and see they are not appetizing at all!\n\nI go back to the locker room. Luckily some women just entered so I bummed a lipstick off her. Did my lips and walked onto the streets to earn my daily wage!\n\n40 cum shots to collect today. My watch said.\n\nPft. Only? I chuckled to myself. Easy.\n\nMy firm ass and red lips will take care of that before the lunch!\n\n---\n\nPS. If you'd like me to write continuation let me know if I actually succeed! Are my clients eager to deposit cum in me? Do I make my quota?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she gains the superpower to clone herself, she decides to become her male best friends one girl harem, whith each clone Dressing and acting differently.
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"content": "Part 1/2\n\n\"You're not scared of them are you?\" Daisy asked Duke, looking back toward the dark bounce house building.\n\n\"Scared of what?\" He looked where she was facing, but saw nothing other than the empty counters, unlit toy shelves, and bare floors.\n\n\"Vampires lurking in the shadows?\"\n\n\"I guess that depends, are you the vampire?\" He reached out and wrapped his hands about her waste, digging his fingers into her soft skin.\n\n\"Eek, that tickles!\"\n\n\"You wouldn't make a very scary vampire like that, now would you?\"\n\n\"Ahaha, I, I would too! Just, Just as long as you don't tickle me!\"\n\n\"What, is that another of the many mysterious weaknesses of the blood suckers?\"\n\n\"No. What about, sparkly vampires?\"\n\n\"Oh, this is a trap to make me watch Twilight isn't it?\"\n\n\"Maybe....\"\n\n\"What will you give me if I do? Huh? I have some ideas, you know.\" He raised one eyebrow suggestively.\n\n\"Um, How, how about we make a bet.\"\n\n\"Oh?\"\n\n\"Um, if you can go in there and bring me my wrist band, then, then I'll, I'll do anything you ask.\"\n\n\"Wait,\" he glanced down and noticed her bare wrists. \"Again?\"\n\n\"They made me take everything off.\"\n\n\"I wish.\" She stuck her tongue out at him. \"And if I can't, then I have to watch, Twilight\"\n\n\"All of it! Including the bonus features! And interviews!\"\n\nDuke shuddered. Then his eyes coasted down her cleavage, tracing the lines her stretched shirt made across her soft breasts, to the three and a half inches of skin between it and her skirt that he knew hid the required exercise shorts. \"Anything~?\"\n\n\"Anything.\"\n\n\"Deal.\" He barely gave her a chance to finish the word. \"As soon as they open tomorrow...\n\n\"Cheater!\" She lightly hit him a few times as he laughed.\n\n\"Okay, okay. I'll go get your wristband. For my first order,\" he leaned his face in front of hers, waiting for her to glance away at the sudden intrusion. \"You must call me 'master' when I return.\" He put a hand under her chin. \"Hmm?\"\n\n\"Y, you're cheating. You haven't got it yet.\" She mumbled, blushing vividly.\n\n\"Well, let's fix that, shall we? Or, I?\" He let his fingers slide as he let her go and turned to the building. \"My first enemy, Door, I shall vanquish you in the name of sexy, sexy, fun time!\"\n\n15 minutes of very unhelpful advise and far too many, 'single step' jokes later, he jimmied the doors open and stepped inside.\n\n'====================================\n\nFor all his bravado, it was a bit spooky, seeing the bright and playful attractions unattended, unmoving, and partially hidden behind the twisted shadows of larger displays, but something in his pants kept his spirits fired up. He imagined Daisy, tied up on his bed, trying to hide her cute butt as he slowly pulled up a French maid miniskirt. \n\nSomething moved behind a window up above.\n\nDuke instinctively looked for someplace to hide, but stopped himself. Magic? Bah-humbug. Probably some security person. Another thought flickered by. What if he just walked right up to the guard, explained he was trying to get the wristband, and then ask him to help scare Daisy by pretending to be an attacking vampire? Duke grinned. He didn't believe in magic, but Daisy sure did.\n\nHe looked directly toward the window and waved. The figure froze, then ducked away. \"Um...\" Duke lowered his hand. Another intruder? He frowned before continuing forward, a bit more serious now than before.\n\nJust before he reached the tall gates to the play area, something caught his eye. He ducked as something hit the gate, squeaking as it did. Duke caught sight of the figure as it dashed into a nearby hallway. 2 intruders?\n\nHe picked up the toy. It was too soft to cause any harm, but someone wanted him to know he wasn't alone. He tossed it back at the hallway. He knew. That wasn't going to stop him, though. He had something he wanted, and was willing to put up with a few overnighter brats if that's what it took. Besides, the penalty for failing was... he shuddered.\n\nThe gate creaked open, and he walked straight toward the belongings holding area, letting his footsteps echo though the quiet darkness. He paused to peek thought the door before opening it, then walked toward the lockers. 44, Daisy's lucky number. He picked up her wristband at the same time as something clicked behind him. He spun towards the door to see someone standing in the shadows. He could just make out the loose fitting space jam top and basket ball, neatly cuddled next to a pair of rather nice, plump,\n\nClick. Left! Chains rattled as a policewoman, hat lowerd over her eyes, closed the second door to the room. Only one remained, directly between them. The copper whistled as she spun a pair of cuffs on the ends of her slender fingers.\n\n\"Look, ladies. I got what I wanted. If y'all would excuse me, I would rather not keep my girl waiting.\" They started to walk closer, footsteps in perfect unison. Duke bent his legs and leaned forward.\n\nA third woman stepped out from the last exit, her dimly lit doctor's outfit all but glowing in the dim light. \"Now, now. We can't have you leaving until you finish your checkup.\" Something.... something about that voice.\n\nScrew it. Duke sprinted forward, dodging past the first two, and almost avoiding the doctor's hand, almost. She caught his shirt and held on just long enough to redirect him toward the basketball player, who grabbed him in a bearhug as the officer put her hands on his shoulders.\n\n\"My turn, boy.\"\n\n\"Aw, what a sweet voice. It's almost as nice as my girlfriend's.\" All three froze. Duke took the opportunity to try and pull himself free, but ended up taking the basket ball player and cop down with him. All three landed in a pile of limbs, scrambling for footing. The two of them latched back onto Duke as he started to rise, and pulled him back down to the floor.\n\nThen the doctor knelt down, Duke sorta wished there was enough light to see up her dress, though Daisy would scold him for it. \"Um, did you mean that? About, about my voice?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She intended to spend a month making a video debunking an herbal breast enlargement supplement... However, as her breasts really do get bigger and bigger, and her libido surges, she finds new ways to get more subscribers...
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"content": "**Day 0**\n\nHello everyone, my name is Cass and it's time to debunk some bullshit. Now a lot of people have requested that I discuss the absolute farce that some folks call \"natural breast enlargement\" or \"NBE\". Apparently there are women in the world who believe that ingesting some random herbs will make their boobs bigger or even has made their boobs bigger. Now, if you know anything about my content, you know I have a burning hatred for herbal supplements, and this is the exact reason why. It's all such obvious baloney that the only people who would actually want to use it are either stupid, desperate, or both. And bigger boobs? I never liked the idea of breast enlargement. Not only do I think that women should define themselves by things other than how sexually attractive they are, I, as a bisexual woman, don't even find big breasts attractive. I understand the psychology behind it and all, but past a certain size they just seem to get in the way, even in the bedroom. Still, the fact that these supplements are still being made proves that people still believe in them despite all logic and reason. So for those of you who might be interested in these things, I'm going to show you right now that they aren't worth your time. I have here a month's regiment right here, I actually gave money to these con men just to prove a point, so you'd better give this video a Like for my trouble. And I'm going to do the whole month, on tape, to show you that this is all a hoax. Just as a baseline, I measured my bust an hour before filming this, I am currently at 36\", and I predict that by day 30 I will still be at around 36\".\n\n**Day 3**\n\nAs I expected, it's been three days and there has been absolutely no change in my bust size. The tape still reads exactly 36\", and all of my bras still fit just as well as they did before. And no, I checked the box. It specifically says \"by day three, you should be starting to see a slight increase in your bust, on the order of one centimeter.\" But nope, not even a millimeter's difference in my tits. Ladies, I hope this is enough to convince you to stop throwing your money away. This stuff does not do anything. \nOkay, scratch that, it does seem to have done something. I do feel a little bit more flushed than usual, and, well, my vagina has been a bit wetter and more sensitive since I started taking these supplements. So it seems that not only do these supplements not work like they're supposed to, but they still have side effects that aren't listed on the packaging. This is why they don't get FDA approval for these things, so they don't have to list the side effects that might turn some folks off. If there's one lesson you should take away from this, it's never put anything in your body that hasn't been thoroughly tested by the FDA or whatever regulating body your country has for this shit.\n\n**Day 7**\n\nOkay, we are one week in, and things are getting weird. I said in my last update that my vagina had become a bit more sensitive, and that's only become more true now. I normally wear tight jeans around the house, because Sam and I both like how my ass looks in them. Well now I can actually feel them rubbing against my pussy and it's kind of weird. Also, my nipples have gotten more sensitive. Even right now as I'm filming this, I can feel my shirt rubbing up against them more than I usually do, and it's honestly kind of uncomfortable. \nBut I suppose all you guys care about is whether it's done anything to my tits yet. Well, I have noticed a slight increase since last update, a little over a centimeter's difference. But given that it's getting close to my usual time of the month, and that this first centimeter was supposed to happen four days ago, I'm pretty sure that it's more to do with my hormonal cycle than the supplements. I expect that by the end of this experiment, they'll have gone back down to their original size.\n\n**Day 10**\n\nOkay, we're a third of the way through this trial. I've had my period, and while I won't go too in depth this was one of my better experiences. I don't think the supplement had anything to do with that, and even if it did, I'd much rather you actually get a proper prescription for things like that. But that being said, there has been a significant change in my bust size since the last update. I'm currently at 36½\", which is half a cup-size up from where I was before. Now, like I said, I did just have my period, so they may just be swollen, but I don't think they've swollen this much before. They'll probably still go back down to their original size in another day or so, but loathe as I am to admit it, the supplements do seem to be having an effect on them. Now if you'll excuse me, Sam is waiting for me in the bedroom because my libido still hasn't gone down.\n\n**Day 14**\n\nWell, it's time for me to eat crow. They're definitely getting bigger. You guys can see it, right? I've worn this shirt before in videos, and it has never been quite this tight. I measured myself in the morning, I'm currently up to 37½\". That's a whole inch larger than they were in my previous update! I still cannot believe it, I've been measuring myself every hour just to make sure I read it correctly. I've even had Sam check for me to make sure I wasn't seeing things! Not gonna lie, I was feeling a little self-conscious about them for a bit, but Sam... well, let's just say I have a very supportive, incredibly loving partner who I'm lucky to have in my life. \nSpeaking of, the libido only seems to be getting stronger. Sam and I were in the bedroom earlier today, I must have had like three orgasms in the space of an hour. It's like all my erogenous zones are in overdrive. It's a good thing Sam was able to make lunch right after, because I had gotten such a workout. \nGod, I hope this video doesn't get ToS'd. This might have to be a Patreon exclusive, and I hate doing Patreon exclusive debunking videos! Then again, this isn't exactly a debunking video anymore, is it?\n\n**Day 20**\n\nIt's official: I've graduated to a DD. I, at 25 years old, have gone from a B cup to a DD cup. I didn't even know that was physically possible without getting pregnant! Seriously, look at them. I can't even button this blouse up all the way, I've grown so much. And look at my cleavage! It looks like a butt crack in this shirt! I honestly can't believe how big they've gotten, and I'm only 2/3 of the way through this course of supplement! \nAnd they don't just look good, they *feel* good, too. You know how they say bigger boobs are less sensitive? Something about the nerve endings being stretched thinner or something. I've already said in some videos that that isn't true, but my growing tits seem to be having the opposite effect: they're even more sensitive than before I started the supplements. Sam thinks that all the new tit flesh has come with a bunch of new nerve endings that haven't yet been desensitized, which sounds plausible, but like I said, I've been much more sensitive overall anyway so it might just be that. Whatever the case is, they feel really good to the touch. Even if I just brush my fingers along my cleavage like so... mmm... then when I start rubbing circles near the base... excuse me, I need to go find Sam, ASAP.\n\n**Day 30**\n\nOkay, folks, time for the moment you've been waiting for. I've finished my course of breast enhancement supplements, and am ready for the final measurement. Yes, you guys actually get to see it. This episode was never gonna fly on YouTube anyway, so it's not a problem that I'm gonna need to be topless. I'm just gonna bring my arms out, and Sam's gonna come around with the tape. Thank you dear. Mmm, that feels good. And my final bust measurement is... 40\". If my math is correct, that makes me an F-cup. I have gone up four cup sizes in 30 days with this herbal breast enlargement supplement. This is honestly amazing, I never thought that it would work, but here we are. I'm putting on the F-cup bra right now, and I'm filling it out almost perfectly. God, they look so good in it. I can't believe I was ever satisfied with my tiny little B-stings. I feel so hot with my amazing new tits, what do you think, Sam? \nOh, you *really* like them, don't you? Well, I wonder what my Patrons think. Do I look hot with my new tits? Maybe I should start an OnlyFans, what do you guys think? Give me your answer in the comments, and maybe it'll make the decision easier. Well, that's been my review of the... excuse me, what did the name on the package say? The Eponip Breast Enhancement Supplement, made with a blend of fenugreek, red clover, and various other specialized herbs. I think it works exactly as advertised, and has been one of the most surprisingly pleasant experiences I've ever had with herbal supplements. If you want bigger breasts without invasive surgery, then this is a pretty solid alternative. And you know me, I don't recommend products unless I absolutely believe in them. Of course, I caution against making this decision lightly. As with any body modification, I strongly advise that you consider why you want to change yourself, and think about whether it's actually going to help you accomplish what you're aiming for, and whether it really is the best option. Still, I'm *very* satisfied with my results, and it looks like Sam is satisfied, too. Now, if you'll excuse us, we're going to go break in these new F-cups. This has been Cass, signing off."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Have you ever jerked off to my sister?" she asked one day out of the blue. "What? No way," he said adamantly. He was about to ask where that question even came from when the next one out of her mouth floored him. "How come?"
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"content": "(Just a quickie!)\n\n“How come?” He asked, double checking his hearing as he blinks at her.\n\n“Yes, how come you haven’t jerked off to my sister?” She asked again.\n\nHe groaned internally. He had thought it was a simple enough question. When asked if you jerk off to someone, always say no. That way you aren’t a pig, and if they are offended you can always say that you’ve thought about it, but you respect them too much.\n\nThis was a very different situation though.\n\n“Do you want the truth, Mia?” He asked, leaning back a little.\n\n“I do,” Mia replied, with a little pain and urgency in her eyes. \n\nHe lets out a heavy sigh. There’s no alternative here. He could dodge, which might work. It could also hurt her more if she figured it out. Which left the truth. And the truth? Oh boy…\n\nHe holds up a finger, the international sign of asking for a moment to collect his thoughts. In that moment, he takes her in. Here, in the dark lit corner of a night club. \n\nShe was wearing a tight fitting dress, that accentuated her curves. Her D cup breasts were practically begging to be popped free. Though his mind went to making them bigger.\n\nHer waist was narrowed, though not incredibly so. She had some slight love handles, and a little bit of a belly. But it wasn’t an overt ‘fat’ situation, as it flowed nicely into her thick hips. The ideas that looking at Mia gave him were….. stiffening.\n\nBut then, Mia asked about her sister. Honestly? He was drawing a blank on her name. He never thought much about her sister. Which some would think strange that he had so many thoughts about Mia, but none of her identical twin. Mia was the younger of the two. But why no thoughts of fun between the three of them?\n\nFor him it was simple: her sister wasn’t interesting. Her sister spent all night dancing about, flirting with anyone who would buy her a drink. And when the end of the night came? Whoever had word of the biggest after party was likely who she went home with. For identical twins, the pair’s personality couldn’t be further from each other. Of course for him, there was something more.\n\nRumors had circulated that there was the possibility that on a couple occasions Mia’s sister had gotten pregnant. Something that her sister quickly dismissed, as she insisted she’d never have kids. \n\nMia, on so many levels, was quite different. Mia was always trying to watch out for her sister. Trying to guide and help, almost motherly. Everyone thought Mia was a buzz kill for not making out with her sister. The truth was that Mia, while looking out for her sister, was looking for a lover. Not a 1 night stand.\n\nHe had picked up on this. Mia wanted to find someone to settle down with. And all he could think about was getting himself situated between Mia’s thick thighs, and planting all the babies that woman could want in her. And so it was time for the truth:\n\n“I haven’t jerked off to your sister, because I can’t stop thinking of you. Your sister is flat, and simple to please.” A roguish glint enter his eyes, as he bares it all. “I want a woman thick, with a depth that I can explore for the rest of my life. A woman who wants to take what I have to offer, and make a home of it. Who won’t be afraid to take what she wants, even if it means pinning me down while she grows that home…”\n\nAt the start, a confused look enters Mia’s eye. Identical twins are the same. There’s no flatness to her sister because they are the same. Unless he considers her flat as well. As he continues, her eyes suddenly go wide with understanding. A soft smile crosses her lips, as she leans in closer to him.\n\nHe smiles confidently, as her ample cleavage gets closer to his head. Her hand reaches down toward his waist, gently brushing his pants with a pair of fingers. As she runs her fingers down his stiff erection, she gives a soft laugh of understanding, “You’ve been jerking off to me, haven’t you?”\n\nHe sits there, his confident smiling never wavering. He becomes quite confident he made the right choice, as she slowly starts to sit on his lap, her breasts filling his view."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He'd recreated the potion of immortality used by an ancient sorceress to turn herself into an elf. It wasn't until after he'd drunk it though, that the potion turns the drinker quite specifically into a female elf...
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"content": "Finally, and not a moment too soon either! This form is frail, old, used up. Now all that remains is to drink the potion and sleep.\n\nThe night was fitful. Full of nightmares involving flesh that was not my own. This was to be expected, night terrors where one of many side-effects.\n\nWhen I opened my eyes I thought to myself that I should take a bath, cold sweat is awfully distracting and it may help the nausea and vertigo from the drastic change in hight. I threw the covers off and stood before a mirror.\n\nLogically I knew the elven woman staring back at me was myself, but in reality it still shocked me. I did not mean to but... I screemed a shrill scream, which led to the stomping of heavy boots to my room at this inn. My traveling companion, Felicity burst through the door, taking only rudimentary stock of the situation before drawing her sword and pointing it to me. \"What have you done with magus Mergot?!\" She commanded\n\nIt filled me with such rage that she would doubt me, her employer, though I suppose it did look rather suspect. \"I am magus Mergot! I finally finished my potion of immortality!\" I said, my rage turning towards excitement as her fury turned to confusion.\n\n\"But... magus Mergot is a man. You are no man.\" Felicity insisted.\n\n\"I was just last night, this potion must do more then simply turn one into an elf, it must turn one into a female elf.\" I shrugged. \"Or perhaps it is the gender one would prefer to be and I had simply never thought to ask myself. Regardless, I need a bath.\" I tried to walk past felicity, but she stopped me.\n\n\"As a woman, newly found, or born again, there are things you must know. Simply walking around town nude is... dangerous.\" She explained. \"Wait here, I shall fetch you some of my old clothes that may yet fit you.\"\n\nI conjured a powerful spell within my hand as proof to us both I was still competent. \"Let them stare, let them try to do something.\" I decided. \"Now that I am young, and retain my powerful magics I am unstoppable. You are released from my service.\"\n\nFelicity looked me over. \"I... don't think you are. If I can pin you to that bed, you will need to do as I say for... three days. If you can resist, I will leave you be. Deal?\"\n\n\"You are a storied fighter, a hero of your own right.\" I recounted. \"This would be a challenge for me before I had gained this form, and I suspect you think yourself to have an advantage.\" I stroked my non-existent beard, I'd need to come up with another way to help myself focus. \"So to level the playing field, you must also be naked. I wouldn't want to be caught under your armor anyway.\"\n\n\"Very well...\" She said, closing the door and stepping to the table to strip, I had seen her body many times during our adventures. Several of the many scars covering her body could be attributed to my reckless pursuit of my prize and I had helped her tend every one that could. But seeing her body like this... it was different, though I could not say how.\n\n\"Ready?\" She asked.\n\n\"Ready.\" I confirmed, though it was a lie and she had me on my bed, restrained and moaning as she rubbed my sensitive new flesh before I knew what was happening. I knew I had lost, but that she could be so fast, so skilled. I would need to study her closely...\n\n\"What is your name?\" She asked me, and after swimming around the vast empty expanse of my mind, I would respond.\n\n\"Starlight.\" It was not my given name, but it felt more correct now, on the verge of what I could only assume was an orgasm.\n\n\"Starlight? Thats a pretty name.\" Felicity smiled a heavenly smile.\n\nThat decides it, I thought as I came. I need to make her a potion too."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After angering a witch, a woman is cursed to never be able to cum again. But her libido and the tension of an orgasm buildup is still there and it only gets larger the longer time passes. She soon pleads with the witch to let her orgasm again
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"content": "\"What do you want from me? Do I need to give you my firstborn daughter or something?\"\n\n\"*Wow,* you seem like you'd be a terrible parent. No, I'm afraid curses can't be undone. What a witch speaks in anger may never be taken back.\"\n\nRosalia glared at the annoying villager. People sometimes came back after they had been cursed, hoping to beg forgiveness, but this was a new level of distress. Sophia was on her knees, practically sobbing, her hair and clothes in disarray, looking like she hadn't slept in a week.\n\n\"Please! There has to be something you can do, I'm losing my mind.\" Sophia begged. \"Is there a magic artifact? Do you need an eye of newt? Horn of a unicorn? Heart of a dragon? I swear I'll do whatever you want, just let me cum!\"\n\n\"Tch. Such a drama queen. So you can't have an orgasm. My first husband couldn't figure out how to give me an orgasm for months.\" \n\n\"No, you don't understand. *It doesn't go away.*\" Sophia gasped. \"The sensation, I mean. My body always feels like I'm on the brink, even if it's been hours since I touched myself. I'm constantly feeling like one last touch would put me over the edge but it never happens and it *never stops.* It's so strong I can't even sleep.\"\n\nThe witch's eyes widened in comprehension. \"*Oh.* That would explain why you've been rubbing your legs together this entire time. Interesting. I didn't think that would happen.\"\n\n\"You did this to me by *mistake?*\" Sophia wailed.\n\n\"Just come inside and sit down while I make you some numbing brew.\" Rosalia ordered.\n\nShe opened the door and the villager gratefully stumbled inside. \"Remind me again what the exact wording of the curse was?\"\n\nSophia accepted a mug of steaming herbal tea, and then sighed with relief. \"I remember every word, like it's burned into my brain. *Be it hand of woman or phallus of men, you shall never know release again.*\"\n\nRosalia nodded. \"Not my best poetry, but curses made up on the spot rarely are. I think *No touch of flesh from women or men* would have sounded a little more natural.\"\n\n\"Are you going to help me or critique your rhyme scheme?\"\n\n\"Ah ah ah!\" The witch wagged a finger at her. \"I thought you'd learned not to annoy a witch when she's working?\"\n\nSophia blanched. \"My apologies, madam. Take as long as you need.\"\n\n\"Ooh, *madam.* How fancy.\" Rosalia got up and started to pace. \"Well, while a witch cannot take back her own curse, it can still be broken from without. Did you try asking the priest?\"\n\nSophia finished the mug. \"Yes. It was very embarrassing, and he asked a lot of questions about why I was talking to a witch to begin with, and then he did a big ceremony with incense and at the end of all of it I *still* couldn't cum.\"\n\n\"Ooh, it sounds like I worked up a strong curse. Or perhaps he wasn't clever enough.\"\n\n\"I'm sure you cast an amazing and powerful curse on me, madam,\" Sophia said, with only a hint of annoyance. \"What do you mean by not clever enough?\"\n\n\"Well, magic works better when the spell is particularly elegant or clever. It's why I cast curses in rhyme, and why spells often have specific conditions like \"no man can kill you.\" Magic is fundamentally the art of *words*, and it loves nothing more than a clever loophole.\"\n\n\"Like interpreting \"never know release again\" to imply not being released from my arousal, rather than simply not orgasming?\" Sophia asked.\n\n\"Yes, exactly like that. Especially with curses, magic loves to pick the worst possible interpretation of your words. Anyway, the priest tried to match me strength for strength and failed, which suggests that a more clever approach might have worked. Magic is fair like that.\"\n\nSophia nodded. \"I think I understand. Do you know what the loophole is?\"\n\nRosalia tilted her head to one side. \"I'm thinking. Be quiet.\"\n\nSophia placed her hands in her lap, hunching over nervously. \"Um. Can you please hurry? I think the brew is wearing off. Madam.\" She added hastily.\n\nRosalia sat back in her rocking chair, watching Sophia squirm. Gradually, the villager started rubbing a hand against her thigh, then both hands, then grinding the palm of her hand into her crotch, leaving a wet stain on the front of her dress. She slumped out of the chair and lay on her side, helplessly trying to bring herself off. \n\n\"Please, madam, can you tell me if this will take much longer?\" Sophia whined as she looked up at the witch.\n\nRosalia got up from her seat and looked down at the villager. \"Oh, actually, I thought of it right away. I just liked hearing you beg. Nobody's ever called me \"madam\" before, you know?\"\n\n\"Ooh... You're so cruel, madam.\" Sophia moaned.\n\n\"It's a fairly simple solution, actually. You'll kick yourself once I tell you.\" Rosalia rose from her seat,\n\n\"Please, madam! Nngh! Please, I'm losing my mind...\"\n\n\"Alright then. Take all your clothes off, lie on your back, and show me your cunt.\"\n\nSophia whimpered, but complied swiftly, throwing off her white dress and lying on her back, legs spread apart. Her hands were trembling, but she kept them by her side.\n\nRosalia pulled off her shoes and placed her stocking foot gently against Sophia's crotch. Immediately the pitch of her moans changed slightly, growing faster and more intense. She gasped as Rosalia increased the pressure, twisting her foot back and forth slightly. Sophia's hips arched up from the ground as she ground herself against the stimulation, until she finally came to a screaming climax.\n\n\"Oh... Thank you madam...\" Sophia sighed.\n\n\"Like I said, it was quite simple. The spell prohibits using your hands or a man's cock, but it doesn't say anything about other body parts. Anyone in town could have done it for you, if you'd known.\"\n\n\"And they probably would have been less of a tease about it.\"\n\n\"Probably.\" The witch said cheerfully.\n\n\"So, when should I come see you again, madam?\" Sophia asked.\n\nRosalia looked at her quizzically. \"You want me to tease you *more?*\"\n\nSophia sat up with a smile. \"That was the best orgasm I've ever had. I'd be a fool not to try it again.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: he had been down in the dumps than his high on life female friend comes over and tells him she is moving in they are going to sleep in the same bed and they are going to naked at home unless they have company and decides to go with the insanity and see where it takes him
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"content": "Dominic was slumped on his couch, his headset resting around his neck as he took a break between matches. Break was, maybe a bit of an overstatement. He'd been staring at the screen for a good fifteen minutes trying to decide if he had the energy to even hit the button and play another match. Normally he loved playing the shooter, he was good and won most of his matches but today he had lost nearly every single one, he just didn't care. He thought about just going back to bed, but that would involve going into the bedroom unless he wanted to sleep on the couch. He'd left his phone in the bedroom and it had been buzzing and ringing most of the day sohe didn't want to face whoever it was.\n\nAs if on cue the phone rang again, Dominic rolled his eyes and dropped the controller to put his face in his hands. Life just sucked right now. It was probably one of his friends, maybe Heidi his childhood best friend. She was probably trying to get him to come out, to \"Live a little\" as she was fond of saying. Dominic wanted nothing to do with that. Rachel and he had broken up almost three months ago and it still felt raw, it felt like he had lost everything. He'd been with Rachel since they were both in high school. Walking in on her fucking his boss had been, crushing. He wanted to be angry, wanted to say he didn't miss her, that her empty spot in the bed didn't crush him every time he got in alone. The banging on the door broke him out of his stupor.\n\n\"Dom!\" It was Heidi, what the hell was she doing here? Dominic looked toward the door in surprise. \"You open this door or I'll kick your ass.\"\n\nThat was definitely Heidi, the bubbly always happy and always outgoing girl didn't take shit from anyone, especially Dominic. Her threat was probably real, she would kick his ass if he didn't answer. She definitely didn't sound happy right now. Dominic had known this was coming but had been putting it off for as long as he could. He stood, stiff from inactivity, and walked to the door and unlocked it before pulling it open.\n\n\"Hey, Dom!\" Heidi beamed at him with her brilliant perfect smile, and Dominic blinked at the sudden shift in tone. \"Here take this!\"\n\nA heavy box was pushed into Dominic's arms and he grabbed it reflexively as Heidi twirled, her honey-brown hair swirling around her as she pivoted and began to bounce down the steps that led to his apartment. He stared. She took the stairs with the boundless energy she always seemed to have. The back of her light yellow shirt looked slightly damp with sweat but if she was working hard he couldn't tell from how she acted. She returned a moment later and frowned, her green eyes narrowing at him as she saw he was still standing there box in hand.\n\n\"Go put that inside you dolt,\" Heidi muttered in an exhasperated tone, another heavy box clutched to her chest. \"This will take forever if you don't help.\"\n\n\"Help?\" Dominic finally uttered in stupified confusion. \"With what?\"\n\n\"With moving stuff, find a place to put that and then this,\" Heidi ordered as she followed him inside. She pushed the second box on him as soon as his hands were empty.\n\n\"What is this?\" Dominic asked, meaning both the boxes and what was happening in general.\n\n\"It isn't important, just find a place for it and I'll sort it out later,\" Heidi was already out the door and halfway down the stairs. Her fit body seemed undisturbed by the heavy activity. \n\nDominic numbly stacked boxes and bags as Heidi brought them in, the pace was impressive as the pretty woman unloaded what seemed like a full carload of stuff into his apartment. By the end, he could see she was sweating and was breathing heavily. Damp spots were visible on her back, under her breasts, and between them, as she walked to his fridge opened it and pulled out one of his admittedly cheap and shitty beers, and cracked it before taking a swig. She made a face and then put the cold can to her forehead as she caught her breath.\n\n\"Heidi, what the hell is all this?\" Dominic said indicating the pile of boxes and bags. \"What is going on?\"\n\n\"I'm moving in,\" Heidi said with a big grin on her face. \"Thanks for helping!\"\n\n\"Helping!? I didn't even know,\" Dominic paused and looked at the stuff. \"Why are you moving in!?\"\n\n\"Because you're being a sad sack of shit,\" Heidi announced and looked at him sternly. \"There is so much more for you than that bitch. But you won't come out to the bar, you need to find a new job, and you need to get your shit sorted out! And it's become blatantly obvious you won't do it without help.\"\n\n\"O-okay but...\" Dominic tried to argue but was suddenly distracted as Heidi pulled off her top and tossed the sweat-soaked garment onto the top of the washer that was near her in the kitchen.\n\n\"But what?\" Heidi replied, even as she stripped off the jean shorts revealing. Dominic stared at his childhood friend, now standing in nothing but her bra and panties in his kitchen.\n\nDominic had known Heidi since before he knew there was a difference between boys and girls but now he was confronted with obvious proof that they were quite different. He'd learned that during puberty of course, but even then he hadn't looked at, hadn't seen, hadn't even thought of Heidi like this. She had tight perky breasts that filled the top of her bra well, her body was athletic but curvy, her hips wider than her waist by more than a few inches, and her butt, while toned was also surprisingly round. How had he never, why had he never, seriously why had he never noticed!?\n\n\"Ummm Heidi you, oh shit you can't.\" Dominic began to panic even more as Heidi reached behind herself to undo her bra. \"You can't get naked in my house!\"\n\n\"Our house,\" Heidi corrected in a tone that said that was a fact, not an opinion. \"Honestly since I'll be paying the bills until you get a job it's going to be more MY house.\"\n\n\"W-what?\" Dominic was shocked. Yeah, he was struggling a bit and the bills were eating into his savings, savings he had already tapped into for the divorce even if Rachel had been at fault. \"Woah!\"\n\nHeidi's bra had fallen forward and she tossed it in a pile with the rest of her clothes before reaching down to pull off her panties in a single smooth motion. Those too joined her clothes before Dominic could even blink. Before he looked away he caught sight of perky pink nipples and a well-trimmed bush above. Oh god, that was his best friend's pussy he was thinking about!\n\n\"And since it's my house,\" Heidi said with a grin not even bothering to cover up. \"New rules. No clothing in the house unless we have company over, you will look for a job, and until you find one you will be doing all the household chores. I will cook tonight, but after I will only cook if you are a good boy.\"\n\nNo clothes! Dominic didn't even register the rest until a moment later, but then was again distracted as Heidi was suddenly close, far too close given she was naked. He flushed as she grabbed his shirt and pulled it upward. He didn't struggle, deciding to help her take it off and she sniffed it and wrinkled her nose.\n\n\"You need a shower Dom,\" Heidi announced and pointed towards the bedroom. \"Get in there and get the rest of your clothes off, I'll be in shortly and I'll wash your back. When the hell was the last time you showered anyway?\"\n\nDominic didn't know how to answer that, or even what to do. He hadn't thought about personal hygiene much. But now his best friend, a surprisingly beautiful woman he had somehow never noticed, was naked and commanding him into the shower. Wait, she would be in shortly? Dominic's brain flashed to an image of Heidi's toned athletic body covered in water and soap suds and he began to rise despite the awkwardness of the situation.\n\n\"Well,\" Heidi smiled as she had just pulled open his pants and was working them down over the bulge developing in his pants. \"Someone is starting to forget the bitch. We'll have to take care of that before bed, can't have you poking me in the ass with that all night.\"\n\nBed!? Her ass? Wait, did that mean that!? Dominic's mind just couldn't handle it anymore. This was too crazy. He just nodded dumbly in agreement and as Heidi picked up his clothes to add to the dirty pile walked numbly toward the bathroom, still shocked as to what was happening. His best friend was now going to be living with him, naked all the time, and sleeping in the same bed! That was too crazy, and she had said she'd take care of him later when she had seen his hard cock. Dominic blinked and slowly began to realize that if his gorgeous friend was walking around naked all day he was going to need a lot of taking care of."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’d fucked the maid, the bsbysitter(s), the gardener, the coworkers, pretty much every girl under the sun. All under your wife’s nose….or do you thought. She has actually been organizing all these women and instructing them to fuck you.
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"content": "His boss, Judith, was sprawled out on her back on her desk in her office. He had his face buried in her crotch where he was giving her clit a simultaneous suck and tongue stimulation. He was holding her hands in his, their fingers interlaced, and he could feel her grip tighten while her enormous thighs pressed in on his head. He would have smiled if he hadn’t been so intent on using his mouth for something else – he loved knowing that he had made a woman orgasm, loved giving pleasure to his partners. He could hear her groans of pleasure and smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal. He felt powerful at that moment, as she quivered and came. He kept working and she kept coming for at least fifteen seconds, he thought it must have been at least two, overlapping, orgasms. When she finally seemed to relax, he gave her clit a little kiss before he pulled back. She was smiling at him, looking pleased and tired and content… he smiled back at her, and took a moment to feel proud of what he’d done – to take pleasure in having given pleasure. \n\n\r \nJudith was at least fifteen years older than him and he would not normally have found her particularly appealing. But she was his boss, and that made it exciting. She was the first to speak:\n\n\r \n“Get me a cup of water, and give me a moment, and I’ll see what I can do for you.” Smiling, contented. She was married, with two or three children – but then, he was married too, so he’d be a hypocrite to hold that against her. He got up, considered her disheveled state. She was still wearing her dress shirt and suit jacket, although the shirt had gotten rather rumpled. The trousers of her pantsuit had come down and – along with her panties – were hanging off her left leg. She’d kicked off her sensible flat shoes at some point, he wasn’t sure where they were. He loved the way she looked, sprawled like that on her desk.\n\n\r \nHe got up from her desk chair, still fully dressed, and leaned in to lightly, vaguely possessively, kiss her forehead. He checked his cell phone while he went to get the water. His wife, Alice, had called – twice – but had not left a message. He sent her a text:\n\n\r \nJust finishing with the boss, dear – I’ll see you soon. Which was, as it happened, true.\r \n\r \n\r \nHe was completely naked and Judith was down to her socks. She was riding him while he kept up an encouraging monologue, punctuated by occasional slaps to her ass. It was Saturday, and they had the whole building to themselves except for the bored security guard on the first floor, so they weren’t worried about getting caught. The orgasms she’d already had had primed her, so that Judith came again while riding him. He felt her tighten around his cock, felt her twitch… he almost came at that moment, but outlasted her. She went still for a moment after she came, but when she began to move again he finally spurted inside her. He gave her ass what he thought of as a jolly slap, and very contentedly told her:\n\n\r \n“You are magnificent, you know that? One of these days I’ll have to get you one of those coffee mugs that says ‘World’s Best Boss’ or something, and I’m going to mean it when I give it to you.” She laughed faintly, and leaned in to rub her enormous breasts across his face. He was grinning contentedly, laying there with his cock still inside his boss, when he heard his wife clear her throat.\n\n\r \nSomehow, they’d been so intent on their activities that they’d even missed her opening the door and letting herself into Judith’s office. Alice, his tall athletic wife, was standing in the doorway looking down at him with a raised eyebrow:\n\n\r \n“You know, I reminded you this morning that we needed to go to my mother’s birthday party. This morning and yesterday and you still seem to have forgotten.” Judith scrambled off him and went to get her clothes, but she needed to grab some tissues to clean up the semen leaking out of her before she could get dressed. He didn’t know what to say – his contentment had vanished and left him feeling a sudden kinship for an animal caught in the steel jaws of a bear trap, that would gnaw the trapped limb off for a chance to escape. He tried to speak:\n\n\r \n“Honey, I am so sorry…” no idea what to say next. She smiled at him:\n\n\r \n“Did you think I didn’t know?” So… was this her trapping him before she demanded a divorce? Was there a witness or a camera crew waiting? He felt a sudden surge of dread – he did not want to lose her. But – what did she know? How much did she know? Did she know about his casual fucks with the college girls she’d hired to babysit? The regular Sunday morning blowjob he got from the gardener? His Monday mornings, how he’d drop off their child at school then hook up with the principal in her office? The barista he met up with after work on Tuesdays and Thursdays when she’d be staying alone to clean the coffee shop and get it ready for the next day? Wednesday mornings in the utility closet with one of the janitors? The furtive, roughly monthly, hookups with that woman at the post office, the irregular threesomes with the two bisexual women who lived on their street? God help him, did she know that he’d been sleeping with her sister? She must have seen his look of both panic and confusion, because she explained:\n\n\r \n “I know about everything. The babysitters, I recruited them and they were interested because they’d already heard about your sexual prowess. The gardener and the couple on our street told them, they all belong to the same polyamory group. Judith I know from my book club, but her children went to the same school ours attends – so she knows the principal there too. I know about everything.” She smiled, gave him a hungry look, “Do you know what a cuckquean is? It’s a woman who gets off on knowing that her husband is having a lot of sex with a lot of different women. That’s what I am.” She walked towards him, took a moment to find his boxer shorts, then reached out to offer them to him: “When you were hooking up with that couple on our street, getting together with both of them in their living room, I’d watch from our house with a pair of binoculars and my Magic Wand.” Grinning. He put his underwear on, found a sock and put that on too. He thought of saying something, but she continued: “When you hook up with the principal, she has her webcam running and I’m watching the feed.” Alice was visibly, extremely, aroused. He thought that she might pounce on him, try to take her turn. He finally managed to speak:\n\n\r \n“You know, a man could feel violated – hearing that he’s been performing for an audience without knowing it.” She looked at him, gave him a raised eyebrow again. “But I suppose I should be grateful.” He glanced over at Judith, who’d stopped dressing with only her panties on to watch their discussion in obvious fascination. “I wonder if we might try having threesomes with some of my partners? I’ve never really tried dominating someone, or humiliating them, but if that’s your kink – if that’s your fetish – then I’d be willing to try.” She groaned, gave him an abrupt kiss.\n\n\r \n“I love you.” He put an arm around her and pulled her in, held Alice tightly while he kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. He glanced over at Judith while he did so, saw her still watching.\n\n\r \n“I don’t suppose that we could start now?” She laughed:\n\n\r \n“We’re already going to be late for my mother’s birthday, you’ll need to change before we go there and my whole family will be waiting. We can’t skip this.” He gave a faint shrug as he let her go, then pulled on his other sock.\n\n\r \n“Well, then I’d better get going.” Alice watched him dress for a moment before commenting:\n\n\r \n“Although, tomorrow is Sunday. And you know what happens on Sunday mornings.” He looked up at her, took in her smile and smiled himself:\n\n\r \n“I have the sense that I’m going to enjoy finding out.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a bet let her friend pick her outfit, she didn't expect the outfit to be made of tape!
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"content": "“That’s not an outfit, it’s a tyre repair kit!” shouted Chloe.\r \n“Oh… that’s ok. I guess your word isn’t your bond after all.” said Sarah.\r \n“You said outfit, that’s not going to cover me!”\r \nSarah tore out a long length of tape. “Sure it is, I just need to use the whole roll.”\r \n“I’m going to be hanging out. My breasts need support, not a strip of black tape on my nipples.”\r \n“I can make a bra, you will have support.”\r \n“I… Marcus isn’t…” she said, glancing at Sarah's partner and his amused smirk. She already felt like her face was on fire.\r \n“I thought you would like his help.” said Sarah with a playful smirk.\r \nChloe started shaking her head, nope, too nervous, too much!\r \n“...out…. Chloe chill, it’s just a party.” said Sarah. Chloe only caught the tailend in her panic. Marek stepped away. She took a deep breath, eyes closing as she breathed it out.\r \n“Ok. Now that it’s just us. Top off, we will start there.”\r \nChloe felt herself, she was supported, the tape was wide strips and it covered her properly. She still had side, under, cleavage and top boob all on display but Sarah had an artistic flare to the design.\r \n“Skirt and underwear now.”\r \n“I um…”\r \n“We’re both girls.”\r \n“I know just-”\r \n“You wanted to find a partner… more specifically someone to ‘fuck you so deep they found your factory reset’.”\r \nChloe covered her face, a hand reaching down to her skirt. She was never going to live that down.\r \n“Waxed, that makes it easier.” said Sarah.\r \n“Try not to burn this into your memory.”\r \n“Me, abuse a moment of vulnerability? Chloe, I’m not a monster, now open your legs.”\r \nChloe blushed as Sarah’s hand ran slowly over the tape that she had carefully placed over her sex, forming the shape of a bicini. The firm tight straps hugging her securely and smoothed flat by Sarah’s fingers. She bit her lip as Sarah continued to run her hand over her, sending tingles down into her sex. She gasped a little and blushed when Sarah looked up at her. She held her skirt up to cover her face as the hand slowly caressed her.\r \n“Don’t cum or I'll have to start this all over again.”\r \n“Th… then finish quickly.” said Chloe.\r \nShe brought the skirt down to see a smiling, freshly shaven marek in a nice dress shirt, buttons popped, eyes running down her. Nope! She brought the skirt back up, blushing into the void.\r \n\\-\r \nChloe sat across Marek's lap in the two seater sports car. She couldn’t find anywhere to look so she tucked her head into the seat. A hand ran over her thigh and she looked to see Sarah’s hand playing across her skin before shifting back to the gearstick.\r \n“You should hold on tight.” said Sarah. The car roared as Chloe was pushed into Marek’s chest with a force. His hand came around her waist, sliding down to rest at her hip, his fingers toying with the edge of a strip of tape that reached down to her sex. Her hips were entirely bare and she felt his full palm over the rarely touched skin there.\r \n“Don’t cum or I’ll have to take it off and start again.”\r \nSarah nodded into Marek’s neck.\r \n“Promise.” said Sarah.\r \n“I promise.” she said. She wanted to grind down into him but he was Sarah’s… she couldn't. She breathed in slowly, her nose close to his neck.\r \n“Hold on.” said Sarah.\r \nChloe’s hand gripped his shoulder as he held her. Pressed firmly into him in the small space of the car, nowhere to go… well one place she could go. Her thighs pressed together, clenching her sex… she couldn’t go there… He was taken.\r \nHis fingers toyed with the strip of tape, the tight plastic translating his fingers movements directly to her clit.\r \nThere would be other guys at the party, she just had to wait a little longer…\r \n“Careful with this one Marek, she has a hair trigger.”\r \n“You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!” said Chloe.\r \n“If you like, I won’t tell anyone else tonight.” said Sarah.\r \nChloe was about to speak but a fresh wave of force hit her and she clung to Marek, her lips wet and lingering close to his neck. ‘Dont gasp, dont moan’ she told herself over and over as he toyed with the tape at her hip. Her eyes eased closed, biting her lip the rest of the way.\r \n“If you don’t like the look of anyone tonight, just say you belong to Marek and I.” said Sarah as she offered Chloe a hand from the open door. She blushed an apology to Marek and accepted Sarah’s offer. Chloe stood, cold on the driveway as Marek climbed out. She stepped closer into their heat.\r \n“I think she likes that idea.” said Sarah to Marek.\r \nChloe blushed… but she didn’t step away. Walking in with Sarah toward the…\r \nJesus her friends were loaded! The ‘house party’ was not at a house at all. She half expected to see a butler at the door offering to take her non-existent coat.\r \nChloe buried her face into the gap between them. Glancing from Marek or Sarah to see Latex, Leather and eyes running over her. A pretty cotton dress caught her eye until the girl turned revealing it stopped above her sex, displaying a glittering clit piercing to the world. Chloe took a deep breath and returned to the safe space between Sarah and Marcus. She wasn’t cold anymore, their eyes glancing over her causing the tingle that started in the car to build into a heat that bloomed out from between her thighs.\r \nSarah suddenly stopped, her lips close to Chloe’s. “If you need me to smooth the tape back down again…” she said, a hand running down Chloe’s waist into her thigh gap, holding her firmly by her sex. “Just ask me nicely.”\r \nChloe bit her lip and nodded quickly, she was just starting to calm down.\r \n“If you like the look of anyone, ask and I’ll let you know if they are suitable or not.” said Marek.\r \n“He will even introduce you.” said Sarah, her hand stroking firmly against the tape before leaving her teetering on the edge.\r \n\n\n>!I've written some more but I can't post it until tomorrow.!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She that there on the sofa, trying to watch the movie with her parents, but it was quite hard with the vibrator buzzing in her pussy
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"content": "They had brought the little pink egg for this exact reason. So while he was at work they could still remain in contact, and she would be able to think of him while everything inside of her clenched and rolled with pleasure. \n\nHer phone dinged soon after she sat down on the couch, as far away from her parents as the small living room would allow. *Whats the new code?* \n\n\nShe opened up the vibrava app quickly connecting it so that she was the receiver. He would be the controller. He always was. \n\n\n*95512698.* She quickly typed back, eagerness having her shift slightly as her father plopped down the large bowl of popcorn between them. \n\n\nShe smiled and bit out a quick thank you as the small pink egg situated inside her damp pussy began to move. \n\n\nHer legs clenched on instinct, and she bit on her bottom lip as the beginning sequence started. As the first characters were introduced the buzzing changed, hard and fast almost pumping inside of her and causing her to leg to spazm slightly. \n\n\n*Rude.* She messaged him quickly, before turning her phone upside down. \n\n\nIt was clear when he read it though, as the vibrations increased in tempo and harshness. A hiss escaped her mouth and she gave a sheepish smile towards her parents, who looked at their daughter quizically. \n\n\nShe could feel the cushion beneath her begin to get wet through the thin material of her panties, and her phone buzzed with a new message. \n\n\n*More?* A sly winky face was attached and her body flushed at the thought that this wasnt even as high as the settings could go. She shifted once more, biting her lip. \n\n\n*Yes.*\n\n\nSeveral minutes passed with the vibrations pulling at her core, testing and teasing her limits but not pushing her any closer. She frowned, before returning to her phone. She realized her mistake instantly. \n\n\n*Please?* He had seen the message before she was able to lock her phone and put it away. She wasn't honestly sure what was going on in the movie in front of her, but apparently they were singing now. \n\n\nA fact she was rather thankful for a moment later when the vibrator really kicked into high gear. Faster and stronger the vibrations pulled at her core, the sensation similar to that of fingers and tongue lashing her at the same time. She tucked her legs up and under herself, the motion pushing the vibe deeper into her folds and increasing the sensation and the emotions it was making her body feel. \n\n\nDully she felt her phone buzz against her legs. She quickly peeked at the message. \n\n\n*Cum.* \n\n\nThe order was enough to push her over the edge, convulsing quietly around the vibrating egg as its intensitiy lowered to a complete stop. \n\n\nShe was halfway through the movie before she felt the little egg buzz once more, almost perfectly in time with the message from her phone. \n\n\n*Another?*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Some robots got a Sexual Arousal Module on the black market but they're all too nervous to be the first one to try it out.
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"content": "Jenny nervously chewed on her plump, glossy purple lower lip as she looked down at the ROM chip in her hand. A lock of equally deep purple hair hung in her face as she studied it.\n\n“Are you sure it's safe?” she asked.\n\n“It should be safe enough, I guess,” Evan answered, a mechanical arm vaguely gesturing from his console. “I got it from a source I think is fine…probably.”\n\n\"and you think I should be the one to try it? \"\n\nYou already look like a sex doll as it is…He gestured toward her sizable breasts and the porn ready figure that was packed into her purple latex mini dress.\n\nJenny blushed, a sensation that was almost as new to her as the programming on the piece of silicon in her hand. I'm supposed to be a waitress. I'm not even supposed to be a true AI. I can't help it if I look like a human wet dream.\n\nEvan shrugged, his gaze still fixed on her. “Right, but Bryce upgraded you, and now we can put some of those tips you earn into giving him a nice surprise.”\n\nJenny backed against and sat down, her eyes never leaving the chip in her palm. Her other hand ran anxiously along one of her long, smooth thighs. She puckered her lips at it, drawing in a breath through her nose, having mied feelings about her mixed feelings upgrade from last week.\n\n“Stop dawdling,” Even interrupted her train of thought. “With as much as you’ve paid for that, we might as well get some use out of it.”\n\nJenny’s eyes shifted around for a moment before settling on Evan’s monitor. “You could try it first, If you want… You can partition your systems! It’s safer for you!”\n\nEvan raised an eyebrow. “I don’t have a proper body. You, on the other hand, have a body properly made for sex. It’s much more useful for you. Besides… I can monitor you, and I can respond if anything should go awry.” He noticed Jenny still staring at him, obviously trying to came up with another line of argument. He paused briefly, simulating a sigh before he spoke. “Think. Does it make any sense for a fully functional AI, with such a gratuitously sexualized design and fully functioning, fully featured, genetailia to remain asexual?”\n\n“Well, I…”\n\n“Think, Jenny. Does that make any sense?”\n\n“No… I guess not,” she shrugged.\n\n“The we are agreed. Plug in the chip.”\n\nJenny plugged the chip into a reader and hesitantly unspooled a small cable from it. She eyeed the spiky jack on the end of that cable, and she laid back on the couch, as she brought one hand around to the back of her head. She pierced the cable through the skin at the base of her head, easily finding her input port, and she could feel the interface begin to fire up. It really was pretty idiot proof, for an AI or for a human, and it was simply a matter of letting the software run its course.\n\nBriefly, the black market software seemed to flash through some menus that looked like they came from a larger, more fully featured version of the product. This one seemed to have a lot of options already preselected, and a lot of those options look like they had alarmingly high settings! Still though, she didn't attempt to abort anything, and she just let the module install.\n\nJenny could practically feel her body come alive, almost as much as when she at first been activated. Suddenly, she didn't just feel sensations so neutrally as she had been, but every sensor throughout and within her skin had a new form of sensation, a new set of priorities, and a new reward loop. The tight latex of her dress pressing on her took on a new meaning to her, she could feel it squeezing her body in a way that…excited her, somehow. The skin on her legs felt extra silky underneath her fingertips, and it almost felt like there was an electrical charge to wear her fingers contact with her thighs. She could feel new sensations all over her body.\n\nShe was suddenly even more aware of her large breasts shaking with each of her simulated breaths. She could feel her nipples getting stiffer, and her mind seemed to focus in on just how good it would feel to touch her breasts, how sexy her tits were. One of her hands came up and started to unzip the front of her dress, letting her heavy bust spill free. Unable to deal with the ideas and arousal, she started to grow and maul one of her breasts in her hand. Her palm brushed over her areola, and she gasped audibly at the intensity of the sensation. Apparently, in this body, she got a lot of pleasure out of breast play. She started to roll her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, moaning and starting to rub her legs together like a cricket.\n\nNew life seemed to ignite in her vagina. Nerve endings and sensors that had only been reporting neutral data just moments ago were suddenly flooding her with all sorts of new input. Distracting input! Arousing input! Her pussy felt like silken lava all of a sudden, and she became hyper aware of her clit. She became hyper aware of the neediness of her sex and how much she suddenly yearned to have something inside her.\n\nShe hiked her skirt up, exposing her black silk panties. Raising one leg up onto the couch next to her, she slid her fingers down the front of her tiny underwear, moaning out loud at the sensation of her small fingers brushing over her clit. She rubbed herself, experimentally at first and then more quickly as her system responded, quickly learning the rhythm that she liked. She stroked and stroked her clit, even as she felt the need to have more.\n\nCurling her hand done around, she continued to rub her clit with her thumb, as she sank one, and then two fingers into her pussy. She finger fucked and stroked herself with one hand, groping her heavy breasts with the other, until she felt the culmination of all these new software settings building some new reward at the heart of our pleasure centers. She felt a tension and an unbearable confluence of pleasure welling up inside of her until finally it couldn't build any further. The loop exploded, and Jenny cried out in the throws of her first orgasm, practically feeling as though she'd lost all control of her consciousness and motor functions.\n\nJenny's eyes rolled back behind closed lids, as she writhed on the sofa, her long legs rubbing together, and her hand still gently squeezing and rubbing it her pussy, her breasts heaving. Another sigh escaped her lips, as she basked in the afterglow of her climax…\n\nBriefly giving her a sensor scan, Evan I'll let her enjoy the moment, at least for a moment. \"Enjoy yourself? Everything seem to be working then?\"\n\nJenny could only give a sex drunk nod and a slight hum of assent.\n\n\"Good then. Will you be looking forward to giving Bryce his surprise?\"\n\nJenny's pussy warmed anew and thought of sex with a human, especially with Bryce. Especially with finding out just want Bryce's cock would be like. Especially at sharing this experience with him. \"Mmm… yeah. I think he's going to like this upgrade. I love it!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was a tradition at the magic college. Whichever of the two boys teams lost the big game would be permanently transformed into girls, after which they'd have to spend at least the rest of the semester as the girlfriends of the winning team!
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"content": "His parents thought Galahad would inspire him to be the best possible athlete. He believed their bolstering though elementary, high school, and into college. He was The Biggest, Fastest, and the most talented, until his freshman year in college. Loosing is humbling any time but his mouth made it so much more worse. He wagered his team's very identity before the championship game. A wager that massive required the Oath before the faculty. The whole team had to swear the oath, both sides.\n\nGalahad's team was dominating the other dormitory teams, all of them. It seemed like a fast way to get girlfriends for the whole team before the holiday break. Not all of the teachers were down to cast the binding spell with one noting that they may not even qualify for the Championship game. The oath was delayed until the opening Ceremonies. The crowd roared when they were called to the field before the toss of the coin. The referee held the coin out for each player to touch while swearing the oath. The flip of the coin went to the other team. It should have been a warning to Galahad's team to play just that much harder.\n\nThe game's first half was dominated by Galahad in an individual effort. Taunts went just one way, towards the losers. The crowd was loud chanting jeers at both sides. They fell silent at the Red Flare from a ref. Galahad was being ejected! It took the crowd a few moments of whispering among themselves before the ref announced the 'unsportsmanlike' call. His hand gesture indicated an illegal cast. He was gone and the game turned. \n\nBoth sides were called back to the field after the clock ticked zero. The other side had rallied in spectacular fashion. Galahad walked back onto the field with his shoulders slumped forward. His guys were lined up shoulder to shoulder facing outward while the winning team circled in a crouching dance with fists pumping while the faculty paraded out into encircle the boys. The faculty's chant lifted, levitating, the referee in the center of the formation high above the stadium. He flipped the coin into the air and every one watched it fall, tumbling, back into the center. \n\nThe energy of its entering the cast center sphere of the losers caused waves of distortion to reverberate from the center to the outside faculty formation who's faces were set with stern concentration in obvious efforts to contain the oath's spell. The distortion made it difficult for the crowd to witness the losers hips widening, chests bulging to strain their shirts, and their hair growing down to their waists. The more subtle changes of shoulders and ribs narrowing, and faces changing were obscured. The crowd shouted and awed at their transformations."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He let his friend turn him into a girl "just for break" to make his friend's crush jealous. But now he was expecting him to keep up the "girlfriend act" even when she wasn't around to see!
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"content": "Spring Broken In\n\n\nI can't believe I agreed to it bit Bruno really needed the win. This was a crazy plan he had but to my surprise it seemed to be working. \"Oh, I didn't realize you had a girlfriend, Bruno.\" Sally said with surprise as she turned to me.\n\n\n\"Yeah. And you are?\" I said with a bitchy tone. The voice of the new body Bruno gave me for the duration of spring break seemed so odd in my ears, but it felt good to walk around in. Everyone turned their heads and shot me a glance when I walked by in a bikini in this body. \n\n\n\"I'm Sally. Just a classmate of Bruno's.\" Sally said in own sweet tone. I see why Bruno likes her so much. So much that he would convince one of his guy friends to inhabit this slutty golem body just to make her jealous.\n\n\n\"Bruno, Baby, I thought we came down here for a nice vacation alone.\" I tried my best pout and leaned forward and gripped his shoulders. My breasts pressed to the back of his head as I gave Sally a death stare.\n\n\n\"Lexi, I was just chatting with my friend.\" Bruno explained. Sally looked a little hurt at that like she thought they might be more. I personally thought this was a dumb plan. She'd probably say yes if he asked for a date without all this. He was pretty good looking and a talented student in the Sorcery program at Harvard.\n\n\nThey broke off the conversation awkwardly and parted with Bruno asking if she would mind having supper with us that night. Sally sweetly accepted and when Bruno's head was turned she returned the death stare. That's when I realized that the plan was working. So I made sure to walk with an extra sassy ass swing as I walked away on Bruno's arm.\n\n\nEven after she was out of sight I stayed glued to his arm and he led us up to our room. I expected him to drop the act once we were alone but once the door to the hotel room closed he spun around and pinned me against it. He gave me a deep kiss as his fingers roamed across the body he made.\n\n\n\"Don't worry, Leroy.\" Bruno whispered into my ear. \"This is all part of the plan. Sally has a room next to us. After dinner tonight she will come up and hear loud fucking, but I don't want her to hear us having awkward sex. So I was thinking that we should practice.\" He had slipped a finger into my skimpy bikini bottoms and toyed with my clit.\n\n\n\"Fine…\" I could barely catch my breath to say. \"Just make sure to call me Lexi.\" I was surprised how well he was at fingering me. My back was still pressed against the door. I couldn't believe that not only was I letting my friend do this, I was imagining taking his dick. I had seen it in locker rooms before. It was pretty big. Bigger than mine anyway.\n\n\nI never even thought of sucking another man's dick before but once he released me from the door, that is exactly what I did. After quickly tugging down his trunks I caught his penis into my mouth and hummed with self satisfaction. Bruno moaned as he cradled my head. It might have been my first blowjob but I didn't need any pointers. I just did to him what I liked girls doing to me. \n\n\nHe seemed very pleased with my efforts and eventually he pulled out of my throat and tossed me to the bed. My legs hung off the end of it and he yanked my thong to the side and pushed into me with one motion. I was screaming Bruno's name before he clamped a hand around my mouth. In this body I was too weak to stop him from doing whatever he wanted. Not that I wanted to stop him.\n\n\nHe tossed me around the bed without effort and got me into a new position. This time I was looking into my friend's eyes as he entered my pussy. There I was helpless on my back while he worked in and out of me. When he pinched my nipples I went into sensory overload and shook at the end of his cock. Bruno had made me orgasim. \"Are you going to come, baby?\" I asked it but it sounded more like I was begging for it. \n\n\n\"Where do you want it, Lexi? Do you want it in your slutty mouth?\" Bruno asked in grunts.\n\n\n\"Yes. Shoot it into my mouth!\" I couldn't believe what I said. He crawled up my body and once again I had his cock in my mouth. This time it was coated with my own cum. Every drop of his load got swallowed. \n\n\nFor the rest of the trip, I acted like his devoted girlfriend night and day. During the day I hung off his arm, but at night I made sure to scream his name loud enough for Sally to hear. \n\n\nTo my surprise it worked. On the last day of the break I walked in and saw Bruno and Sally fucking on our hotel bed. I have to admit I was very jealous but I backed out before Sally ever noticed I was there. \n\n\nBy the time school started up again Sally was Bruno's girlfriend, but he says he'll possess the sex golem again as a birthday present. To be honest, all he ever has to do is ask and I'm willing to be Lexi again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Queen goes on a long trip leaving behind an amulet that allows the wearer to disguise themselves as her, should the need arise of course. When she gets back, she's mortified to learn about what the amulet was used for.
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"content": "Queen Amelia opened the parcel left in her room. It was a gift discreetly delivered by a raven straight to her private bedroom and one she wanted to not be known to any other. \n\n\"Good thing that hag finished the item on time!\" Amelia muttered.\n\nA few days ago, Amelia had secretly headed into town looking for a particular woman, an enchantress by the name of Primrose. Supposedly older than a thousand, Primrose was known to roam the alleyways and the unsavoury parts of town and would create artifacts of great magical ability, for the right price.\n\nWith coin in hand, Amelia and her personal guard, the assassin, Hilda wandered the alleys and soon they found her. Primrose had grey hair old and missing teeth, but her eyes shimmered with magical promise. At the offer of coin Primrose lifted her bony hand and accepted Amelia's request. \n\nThree days was the promised wait and within three days she found this package. \n\nAmelia lifted the lid of the package and inside she found a box adorned with jewels. She examined the box's many gemstones before noticing underneath where it had been sitting in the box was a note.\n\n\"These are instructions for use?\" Amelia muttered as she skimmed the note. \n\nThe note had many details, some Amelia loathed to admit were way too technical for her understanding. She had never studied magic and with her placement as queen of the country she had never planned to ever learn. \n\n\"Just get on with the important bits!\" Amelia angrily cried out.\n\nAmelia felt a vein pop out of her head. She hated long notes and even more she hated things she couldn't understand. It took her a moment or two, but soon she arrived at the notes that described use. \n\n\"Finally! That old hag never stops yammering on I see!\" Amelia said as she examined the notes. \"First things first, I need to save a copy of my figure into the amulet. Secondly I need to find someone with a similar body shape to wear it and thirdly they must not take it off so that the memories transfer properly, okay!\"\n\nAmelia opened the box and pulled out an ornate necklace carrying a large green stone on the front. Even without any training Amelia could feel the magic oozing off the necklace. It was clear to her that this was incredibly well-made. \n\nAmelia walked over to her full-body mirror that sat in a corner of the room. There, like always she admired her reflection and there was good reason for it. \n\nHaving hit forty-two and two kids and yet looking as good as thirty, Queen Amelia Fairheart was the most beautiful woman in the land. She had a pale skin, perfect as a doll, long black hair said to shimmer like starlight and eyes as green as the woods. Each feature complimented by her figure with a large chest and butt and yet slender waist, she was picked as the king's wife for her beauty and class. \n\nAt least that was how it seemed at first glance.\n\nTruly a tactical woman. Amelia did everything with a calculated finesse that would win all to her side. She played each role perfectly and to her people she could be anything they required. She could be the mother who sternly helps, the sister who softly helps, the daughter who gently helps or even the aunt who mischievously helps. \n\nEach role was one she wore proudly, or at least it used to be.\n\nBut one day Amelia grew tired of the acts of charity and tactical moves. She grew tired of helping the ungrateful kids and tired of gossiping with the dumb housewives. It was a gradual thing, but the act that broke the camel's back? Last week she gave a homeless man coin and he kissed her feet in thanks. As an act of humility, Amelia couldn't send the bony foul-smelling old man away, but instead removed her shoe and sock and allowed him to kiss each toe.\n\nIt was then as she watched this bony, toothless gremlin kissing her without self-respect that she realised how she loathed the common folk. She loathed their lifestyle and their nature and just wanted out. That was why she built an item to grant her special privileges, an item that would allow her to leave the castle for an extended sabbatical.\n\n\"This can copy me exactly! Perfect, now I just need a woman with a similar body shape. Who could that be? Ah! Cousin Lydia!\"\n\nAmelia smirked. Lydia had always wanted to be like her and so Amelia knew that she could convince her to pretend to be her. \n\nEnd of part 1."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She didn't expect to have to share her friends sleeping bag with him, but it seemed like neither of them was going to get any sleep with the effect her body was having on him. She might have to take matters into her own hands...
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"content": "Content Tag: >!trans-woman!<\r \n\r \nKevin was just finishing setting up the tent for their class camping trip. His tent-partner was a no-show, he was struggling to slip the tent poles through the holes. The other pairs were finishing their setup and rushing off for some fun. He grumbled to himself as he was about to slip the final pole into its home.\r \n“Hey, Kev,” a voice distracted him, the tent pole flew out of his grasp and the tent collapsed to the ground. Kevin let out a few choice curses.\r \nHe cradled his face in his hands, looking at the tent laid out on the ground. He turned to see Stacy looking shocked at the calamity. “Hey, Stace. My tent-partner has ditched me, I’m going to toss his shoes into the woods while he’s sleeping. This is some bullshit,” he said kicking the pile of nylon. “Sorry, what’s up?”\r \nShe looked at him a look of worry on her face, “I’m your tent-partner,” she squeaked out not looking at him.\r \n“But, I thought they were separating the boys and girls?” he said genuinely confused.\r \nShe kicked at a nearby rock, swaying with her hands behind her back, “Well, surprise turns out the school admins are a bunch of transphobes, so…” The statement hung in the air.\r \n“That’s fucked up,” Kevin dropped what he was doing. “Should I say something?”\r \n“No, that’s where I was this whole time. And if you complain they’ll probably just reassign me, and I’d rather bunk with you than someone like Derrick,” the both of them shivered at the thought. “So let’s build this tent.”\r \nThe two of them set off to stringing up the flexible poles. The job being much easier with a second person. Neither of them really knew what to say until Kevin finally said, “I’m not going to throw your shoes in the woods.”\r \n“What?” Stacy laughed.\r \nKevin laughed along with her, “Early I said I was going to throw my missing tent-partner’s shoes into the woods. And well, now that I know—well, just I’m not going to.”\r \n“Well thank you,” she said blushing. “And ta-da,” she raised her arms as the final pole stuck in its spot, the tent finally supporting its own weight. Kevin drove the spikes into the ground and made his way over to Stacy’s side offering a high-five.\r \nHe grabbed the bag removing the sleeping bag. He paused staring at it, the one singular but large sleeping bag. “I, uh. I’ll sleep on the ground, if you want,” Kevin offered as he unrolled the bag inside their tent.\r \n“Aww, that’s sweet,” Stacy blushed again, “but it’s supposed to drop pretty low tonight. You’d freeze. I’m sure there’s plenty of room for the both of us. I can’t imagine Derrick and Tony are going to be cuddling.”\r \nIt was Kevin’s turn to blush, “No, I don’t, I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”\r \n“That’s sweet,” she brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. Kevin’s heart skipped a beat at the sight. “We’re both seniors, I’m sure we can manage a co-ed sleeping bag.”\r \nThe thought of sleeping close to Stacy already had his pants tightening. He made a mental note to relieve himself before joining her later that night. He gulped, pushing the thought from his mind, “Are you hungry? I think they’re handing out dinner soon,” he said checking the time on his phone.\r \n“Yea, that’d be nice.” The two of them started towards the activity area the school had set up. Where most of the other students were playing games or hanging out in the shade. They saw one of the chaperons hollering and a line started forming where the food was being served. “Thanks, for being cool about all this,” Stacy muttered.\r \n“Hmm, oh it’s all good. It’s kind of messed up that the school is putting you with the guys.”\r \n“Yea, but still. Some of the other boys would’ve thrown a fit. So, you know thanks.”\r \n“Oh, I, their loss really. I’m the one who gets to share a tent with a pretty girl so…” he smirked, watching Stacy’s cheeks turn a bright red.\r \nShe stopped looking as if she was about to say something when someone shouted from across the clearing, “STACY! Over here, come look at this.” The pair turned to see Stacy’s friends beckoning for her to join them.\r \n“I should go,” Stacy said, her cheeks still burning brightly. “I, um, I’ll see you tonight I guess.” She turned running off towards the girls that called out for her. Kevin just stood watching Stacy’s hair bounce with each step and especially to the way the wind caught her skirt."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Writer’s choice! Anything where a woman enthusiastically receives a good old fashioned face-fucking (i.e. deepthroating, but where the man provides all the ‘thrust’ while the woman’s head is mostly stationary). Bonus if she’s been eagerly anticipating it, even if she’s also a little nervous.
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"content": "I wasn’t sure about this to be honest. I needed to know though. This itch inside of me needed scratching. The music blasted as i felt my heart race to the rhythm of the drums as I crossed the club. I read the note again. “You, me, mens bathroom, first stall”. So off I went.\n\nThe door to the bathroom opened with a creak, the faint noise from the club seeping in. I walked quickly, but caught my self in the mirror. My mesh top and shorts looked good and my lips were bright red. I took a cap from my bag and threw it down my throat. I took my seat in the stall and waited on my phone. I started buzzing as the cap started to hit me. \n\nIt didn’t take long for my mystery man to appear. I pressed my lips against the hole next to me, tongue out. His cock hit my lips and my body sparked to life, each thrust sending me to heaven as it forced its way down my throat. Suddenly he stopped. \n\nA collar slid under the stall with a lead.\n“Put it on” \nAnd so i did. I fed the lead through the hole and he pulled me in, my head unable to move from the hole as he rammed my head. I gagged at each thrust as pre cum shot down my throat. As he thrust harder the better it felt as he skull fucked me harder as i came and blacked out.\n\nWhen i woke up his collar was gone and i was on the floor covered in drool and cum. I was a good fuck puppet."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After seeing a video involving a potato being turned into a controller, your boyfriend had the great idea to try that with a human. that being you. After a few wires were hooked up. You were turned into a living video game controller…with all the buttons being your most sensitive areas
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"content": "He had been playing games for so long that his brain started thinking in terms of buttons and controllers.\n\nOne day, when he was home alone with no one around to distract him from his gaming, he just thought about what would happen if he made you into a controller instead.\n\n“I could make her boobs the joysticks, her pussy the triggers, and her mouth the A button! Then I can do anything I want to her body whenever I want, and play games!”\n\nHe spent days making sure everything worked perfectly before trying it out on you. It took him longer than expected because he couldn't get past the part where you need to be plugged in to charge. But eventually, he figured it out. And now, every time he touches you, it's like he's pushing buttons on a real controller.\n\nYou've never felt more alive or more horny. You're not even sure why you're having this reaction. All you know is that you feel like you could cum at any second. The only thing stopping you is that he hasn't made the batteries last very long yet.\n\n\"Oh my god,\" you gasp as he presses your nipple D-pad. \"I'm gonna cum.\"\n\nHe smiles and kisses you. \"I knew you'd love it.\"\n\nYou squirm beneath him. \"Fuck me. Please fuck me!\"\n\nHe laughs. \"Don't worry, baby. I will. I promise. But I can’t quit right now though, I’m on a win streak.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After his tomboy roommate almost burned down their kitchen, a young man decides to take care of all cooking for both of them. In exchange, she insists on becoming his "Free Use Fucktoy". He thinks she is kidding. He quickly learns, that she is dead serious.
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"content": "I heard our fire alarm go off.\n\n\"Shit, shit shit! Fuck!\" Splash! Hisssss!\n\nI entered the kitchen to find my roommate, Jordan holding a bucket in her hand over a water-logged mess in the skillet. The oven and kitchen floor were drenched.\n\nA few moments later, as I stared at the mess, the fire alarm quieted.\n\n\"The, uh, good news is that the kitchen isn't on fire. Anymore...\" she announced with an awkward smile.\n\n\"From now on, how about I do all the cooking?\" I suggested. Sure, it was extra work, but honestly it was better than suffering though another one of her attempts. Even when nothing was on fire, the food always tasted like toxic waste.\n\nJordan was obviously panicked. \"And then, what, in two months, when the lease is up, you're going to kick me out, is that it? I can't deal with apartment hunting right now, okay? I just can't. Listen, I'll make it up to you. If you cook, I'll do the grocery shopping, and the laundry, and, and, and... I don't know, I'll be your free use fucktoy, okay? Just don't kick me out. Please?\"\n\nI was absolutely not going going to engage with that fucktoy remark. It was obviously a joke. It was hard to spend much time around her without her making it pretty clear she held... views. She'd commented before that she was the only woman on her company's database administration team, and she was sick to death with having to prove herself over and over again because of her gender. Jordan was the proud owner of not one, not two but three shirts proclaiming \"My eyes are up here\", with the little arrow pointing up. To be fair, her impressive curves did make such a reminder necessary at times. \n\nWhen she first showed up in response to my ad for a roommate, I'd asked Jordan if she was cool with a guy for a roommate. \"In my experience men can be the best roommates,\" she'd explained. \"Women never shut the fuck up and leave me alone. Men can be convinced, if I use small enough words and speak slowly. Think you can shut up and stay out of my shit?\"\n\nI was very cool with staying out of her shit. Unfortunately, she insisted on trying to cook, and sometimes I had to eat her shit. Hence, the current problem.\n\n\"I've seen the pile of laundry in your room,\" I pointed out, trying to focus the conversation on the realistic part of what she'd offered. \"Waiting for you to do the laundry will be like waiting for Godot, you know?\"\n\n\"Please?\"\n\n\"Fine, fine, forget about the laundry. I won't kick you out. Just follow through on what you promised, and remember to go shopping for food, okay? I'll make a list.\"\n\nHer relief was palpable. \"Deal!\" \n\n\"Oh,\" she said, \"I should ask: I lock my door when I'm at work, is that cool?\"\n\nI immediately understood her meaning, since we both worked from home. \"No problem, I'll make your lunch, then knock on your door. If you don't answer I'll assume you're on a conference call and put it on the kitchen counter.\"\n\n\"That works.\" She gave me a funny look which I couldn't quite parse, then went back to her room while I went about making some food that was actually edible for both of us.\n\nWhile it was incredibly nice to no longer worry whether I'd have to sit through another meal of inedible sludge I was concerned as my roommate began acting a bit odd. She started announcing where she was going, and what she was doing. She announced when she was signing on at work, when she was signing off, when she was going for a jog, and every single time she jumped into the shower. I know, we only have one shower, but seriously, it's always been first-come-first serve. It wasn't as if I was going to try serving her a meal in the shower.\n\nAfter two days of this, things escalated. She jogged every afternoon, and she showered after her run. After her shower, she walked back to her room stark naked, right past the living room where I was watching Netflix.\n\nOkay, maybe she was upset or preoccupied with something today and didn't realize she was putting on a show. It was her home, after all. I chalked it up to a one-time freak-occurrence.\n\nThe next day, she did it again. This time, she sat down next to me on the couch, still naked. \n\nI stared at the screen, trying not to ogle the bombshell that just sat down next to me, like a completely degenerate perv. She was my roommate, she had views, and if I didn't want to get torn a new asshole I should probably keep my eyes forward.\n\nWhat the hell was going on? Then I remembered her comment about being my free-use fucktoy. Did she actually mean it?\n\nIt fit. Was she telling me what she was doing, because she wanted me to know in case I wanted to... use her? Now she was naked, and right next to me.\n\nAn easy way to test that theory would be to reach out a hand and grope one of her magnificent tits. The problem here was what happened if I was wrong, and there was some alternate explanation. \n\nMaybe it seems obvious from an outside perspective, but step into my shoes for a moment. Forget grabbing her, imagine how awkward it would be to even ask her directly: \"So, you're my free use fucktoy now? How about a BJ?\"\n\nI'm not sure there was any way to phrase this that wouldn't make me seem like a total creep, the sort she hated. So, I chickened out.\n\n\"So, you hungry? Should I get started on dinner then?\" I asked.\n\n\"Yeah,\" she said. \"Maybe something creamy, if you're up for it?\"\n\n\"Pasta with Alfredo sauce, coming right up!\" I announced. I was already in the kitchen before the innuendo in her suggestion caught up to me. \n\nShe was trying to seduce me. That much was clear. But, this felt a little like a \"please don't kick me out, maybe just this once we can hook up,\" thing. She felt bad, she was scared he was pissed over the whole kitchen fire thing, and scared of losing a place to live. I didn't' want to be THAT guy, taking advantage of a girl like that. \n\nAs for the free-use comment I'm pretty sure I was the only one who remembered it. And, if I brought it up, I was even more certain it would definitively prove that I was THAT guy.\n\nIn fact, it was probably for the best that, in my obliviousness, I hadn't reacted to Jordan's attempt at seduction.\n things could have gotten weird. And besides, I had an excuse to make pasta with Alfredo sauce for dinner, one of my favorites!\n\nThankfully, Jordan seemed to have gotten the message and put clothes on when she came to dinner.\n\nThe next day, after work, she loudly announced that she was going grocery shopping. I saw her grab the list I'd been making off of the fridge on the way out the door.\n\nWhen Jordan came back from her shopping trip, she slammed the door, hard, to announce her presence. She looked pissed. \"Listen,\" she said. \"We should talk.\"\n\n\"Umm, sure. What's up?\" I asked.\n\n\"How do I put this?\" She mused. \"When we came to our little arrangement over the incident in the kitchen, I made certain... assumptions. Maybe we weren't clear?\"\n\nI looked at her annoyed expression, then at the bags on the counter, then at the receipt from the grocery store in her hand. \"Oh shit, I'm asking you to pay for two people's food now. And with the inflation lately.. it's too much isn't it?\"\n\nShe stared at me for about five seconds without saying anything. Then she shrugged. \"Sure, you know what? Let's go with that. If I'm not just shopping, but paying for all these groceries, I think we should renegotiate. So, from now on, instead of being your free use fucktoy, YOU are going to be MY free use fucktoy.\"\n\n\"Um.\" That was not what I expected.\n\nShe took a few steps closer, so that her face was only an inch from mine. \"It's only fair, don't you think?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" It came out as a whisper.\n\n\"Right! You have thirty seconds to get naked and find your way into my bed. Move!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a girl joined their dnd group, the boys swore to play it straight and mature to not scare her off. Meanwhile the Girl plays her sorceress as a dummy thicc bimbo, who desperately tries to become the party cumdump.
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"content": "I feel like everybody else is too scared to try writing this so what the hell?\n\nLiam smiled as he put his table together. The figures were set up, the maps were placed and the youtube playlist was lined up for the game ahead. He cracked his knuckles and leaned back on his chair. \n\n\"Dnd today!\" Liam called out. \"Dnd with Stacey is going to be great!\"\n\nStacey was Liam's uni crush and the girl of his dreams. A blonde bombshell with a cute smile who was nice to everybody in their class. Stacey was Liam's and every other woman-attracted person's dream girl. \n\n\"Dnd? I love playing dnd! Though I never get to play much because people keep kicking me from groups!\" Stacey said excitedly.\n\nLiam scoffed, \"well I am not the kind of guy to kick a girl for wanting to play!\" \n\nThrough that the date had been set and with bated breath Liam waited for the day to arrive.\n\nA little bit in advance, Liam's friends turned up one by one. Each one nervous to meet their new companion. \n\n\"Listen guys, Stacey is a nice girl. I am sure you will all get along well with her!\" Liam said. \n\n\"Well hopefully!\" The downer Carl added.\n\n\"You will!\" Liam interrupted. \"Because I will make sure you do. We need to behave and no being creepers!\"\n\n\"We won't be! Dude we have never been creepers to anybody!\" Alan replied.\n\n\"Yeah, but I have seen enough horror stories on reddit to know the signs. Anybody creeps they are out!\" Liam sternly added.\n\n\"Yeah, we gotcha!\" The last guy Tyler replied. \"What kind of character is she playing by the way?\"\n\n\"She is playing a sorcerer,\" liam replied. \"Not sure what kind or anything like that. I let her build it how she wanted.\"\n\nThe doorbell rang as the group discussed happily about having a new spellcaster in the party. Liam got up and sauntered towards the door. He opened the door and with a bright gleam in his eyes stared at Stacey who was wearing a tank top, denim shorts and sandals. \n\n\"Hey, you ready to play?\" Stacey asked. \n\nLiam nodded, trying firmly to keep his tongue in his jaw. Stacey walked into the room with the other players who all nervously said hi to the blonde beauty walking through. \n\n\"Oh can I use the little girls room?\" Stacey asked.\n\nLiam pointed it out and sat down. The other guys made comments about her beauty and Liam shut them down.\n\n\"Don't even be funny about it!\" Liam replied.\n\nStacey stepped out of the bathroom and sat down. She pulled off her sandals and sat cross-legged. The other boys held their tongues and the game began.\n\n\"You three let out a sigh of relief as you arrive at the Forgotten City. It has been a long walk, but the thought of warm food, comfy beds and a nice bath kept you moving,\" Liam narrated. \"But for you Callie, something ate at your soul, a vision you had of a new companion\"\n\n\"Ooh that's me!\" Stacey smiled. \n\n\"Yes, and you know that this companion must be in this city somewhere. So what do you do?\"\n\n\"I go to the local tavern to find some info about the person!\" Carl replied. \n\n\"We follow her!\" The other two added.\n\n\"Okay, you make your way to the tavern and standing outside you see the premonition come to life. Stacey what do they see?\"\n\n\"Okay! Wow, nervous,\" Stacey replied with a giggle. \"You see a woman with long blonde hair, blue eyes and freckles, she has a large staff and a rucksack!\" Stacey said.\n\nLiam and the other players noticed she was describing herself somewhat, but did not mention it as she was clearly a little nervous.\n\n\"What is she wearing?\" Liam asked.\n\n\"Oh she isn't wearing anything,\" Stacey replied.\n\n\"...what?\" Liam asked. \n\n\"She is naked,\" Stacey answered nonchalantly.\n\nThe other players paused. \n\nStacey then smiled, \"oh and her boobs are big! Bigger than mine!\"\n\nEnd of part 1!\n\nKind of hard to write haha."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You've just abducted your first Human, and all you wanted to do is have a little interview. If only they'd stop talking about "getting probed".
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"content": "Humans are a strange species. It is ever more clear why they have not been allowed to be introduced to the wider planetary communication network. As the only sentient creatures in their solar system, it was relatively simple to isolate any attempts to access the cosmic network. Furthermore, the continuous reports made over time justify why such an action has been undertaken. \n\nToday was the first interview of a Human named \"Belle\". To make interview process as seamless as possible and make the transition state faster, certain measures were undertaken to prevent shock. According to recent interviews, Humans are less likely to be afraid of an unknown creature if they fit within the boundaries already understood by them. \"Belle\" was abducted via a photon ray belonging to a saucer shaped spacecraft - commonly referred to as 'UFOs' \n\nBelle was located alone at a section of grain-based art known as crop-circles. As standard practise she was placed in an interview room associated with Earth's judicial force. A single metal desk, chairs, lighting, paper and a two-way mirror were the only objects within the room. Adopting a human form, I addressed Belle calming her fears that we were not in fact, government subsidised contractors. \n\n\"You guys are aliens aren't you\" the accent local to the area was evident in her voice. She laughed happy to let her words fill the empty space in the room. \"I always knew you existed - when I tell my friends back home they are going to....\". \n\nNote: An emotion of sadness appeared when she was informed that she would not remember this encounter once she left the room. \n\n\"Well what do even do this for then?\" she huffed. \"Plenty of people already know you exist\"\n\nNote: Belle misunderstands media representation as evidence of an alien presence. I have decided to withhold the information that this is the first contact based interview. \n\nShe paced around the room, sitting back down on the chair \"Well... What are we waiting for then - where's the probe?\" \n\nNote: The probe never before used was set up in the room soon afterwards. Belle was especially insistent on the event being part of the interview. Her insistence on the probe was unshakeable to say the least. Concerns had been raised over the invasiveness of the procedure but her argument was helpful in understanding how valuable this would be to understanding modern human anatomy. \n\nThe rest of the interview is a transcript for the council purposes: \n\n\"You guys don't even do the probing - I have to do it myself?\" \n\n\"How unfair is that - you abduct me then I'm the one who has to use this weird metal dildo thing\" \"I know I'm the one who asked for it, I just didn't expect to have to do all the work. \n\nYou can't show explicit content to the council - what kind of.... \n\nNever mind I'll just tell you what's happening - get it over with. All I'm saying is tentacle people would have been cooler. \n\nThe rest of the interview has been locked for administrative level access only. \n\n'Request Access?'"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "My eyes are up here," she told her boss. But she was wearing a tight T-shirt that read, "My tits are down here."
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"content": "'Trent's Hobby Emporium' was a big shop in a big mall, one of the few that were still staying alive across America in the age of instant delivery. It's owner was the brat of a no-name billionaire that doesn't appear on the news but still has about as much power as every other rich bastard you've actually heard of. Trent, a business major, was meant to operate this place successfully for a few years before he was offered the keys to the kingdom. Did Trent actually have any intentions of becoming the next CEO for his dad's company? Not really, it too much work and not enough glamour for his taste. One of his idiotic brothers or bimbo sisters could put that albatross on their necks for all he cared, but he did need to make his way into its C-Suite if he wanted to eventually have an executive role in a more extravagant industry. \n\nFor the moment, he was enjoy 'simple life' as the owner and manager of the Hobby Emporium. He was going to change the name into something better one of these days, but he was waiting for inspiration to hit him.\n\nHe arrived at the shop at noon, because he was personally offended by the idea that he should wake up before his bedside digital clock displayed less than four digits. Due to some stupid thing called 'Labor rights', he was forced to have four different crews of employees if he wanted the store to be open all days of the week from eight in the morning to eight at night. Morning crews working until 2PM that were replaced by the afternoon crews, and Mondays trough Thursdays crews supplanted by Fridays & Weekends crews. \n\nWith forty employees totals, it was natural that he knew some better than others. He was certainly more familiar with the guys, the gals, and the one non-binary pal from the afternoons than with the people working in the morning. And he had a little less of a clue of what was going on with the weekenders than with the workweekers. \n\nThere was one exception to this. Gwen was one of the girls in the early Friday into Sunday shift, and he had learned quite a lot about her. This was mainly because it almost seemed as if she wanted to get fired.\n\n\"My eyes are up here.\" She told him after he called her to his office. She got called because she was currently wearing a tight t-shirt that read 'My tits are down here'.\n\n\"I'm just trying to get my reading done for the day, that's all.\" Trent shot back. \"You did say the other day that I had to do some more of that, remember?\"\n\n\"Oh, right! But the print on this is way too smile for you to see it from so far away. Here, let me help you with that.\" She took off her shirt and left it on top of the desk, with the letters facing Trent properly. \"There, much better! Right?\" She locked her hands behind her neck, elbows raised towards the sky. Since she was not wearing a bra, her bare and hefty chest was now imposing itself upon Trent's vision.\n\n\"I really don't know what your endgame is here.\" Trent sighed and stood up. \"If I locked the door right now, what would you do? Pull my dick out to shove it inside your ass or to chew it off?\"\n\n\"Wouldn't you want to know?\" She giggled. \"Who even said that I want you to pull your dick out? Is that all men can think about? Penetration?\"\n\n\"Don't start pretending like you're acting in any way like a normal person would. You are a certified weirdo, and I would have fired you a long time ago if you weren't hot as hell.\" Trent groaned while crossing his arms, not without first making sure that he had correctly locked the door and prevented anyone else from barging in.\n\nGwen kept laughing as she left her chair to squat on top of the desk, the position perfectly showing what she was wearing nothing under that long skirt that would normally end at the top of her boots. \"Are you really going to admit that I have you under my spell that easily?\"\n\nTrent couldn't help herself from snorting. \"Really? You're some sort of new age witch wiccan pagan or whatever the fuck else?\"\n\nGwen shrugged. \"Duh, I have blue hair and pronouns. You should have seen this coming.\" She starts laughing hard enough that she can't maintain her position on the table. When it looked like she was about to lose her equilibrium and possibly have a nasty fall onto the floor, Trent took some quick steps to keep her stable with a hug, before he gently helped her down. \"Thank you. And no, I'm just a goth. Haven't changed that since last time I mentioned it.\"\n\n\"No problem, would gladly do it at any time. But speaking of change, are we finally going to end fooling around today and commit to something? I'm not even talking a relationship or us having a date, but it's driving me crazy that you want to pretend that we're just a boss and an employee at this point. At least accept my idea that we should become friends with benefits.\" Trent whined as he massaged her breasts.\n\n\"Who says we're even friends?\" She teased him, then she turned her head around to kiss his cheek only to receive an unexpected tickle assault. \"BWAHAHAHAHA- STOP IT YOU ASS!\"\n\n\"Not until you admit we're friends!\"\n\n\"Fine, fine! I admit it\" Gwen declared her surrender. She took a deep breath once the tickling stopped at looked up at Trent with a smile on her face. \"I could start calling you my boyfriend if you start calling me your girlfriend.\"\n\nTrent couldn't help himself from smiling like an idiot over that. \"First you don't even want to admit you like me and now you- Actually, forget I said that. I'm taking this. You're my big titty girlfriend from now on.\"\n\nThe two of them laughed like only fools in love would as they laid themselves down on the floor of the office. \"So, captain genius, what do we do know? Because I know you want to fuck, but I don't think you were prepared enough to bring any condoms with you.\"\n\nTrent shrugged. \"I'm the owner, babe. Put your clothes back on, I'll message the afternoon shift assistant manager that I'm taking the day off for personal reasons, and we're leaving here in my car as soon as I tell Geoff he's going to be down a woman for the last two hours of his shift. Not like you carry your weight around as a worker here anyways, might have to let you go to remain professional and impartial. In practical terms, you get more time to paint whatever you want and I'll pretend to be commissioning those pieces.\"\n\n\"Well, if that's what must happen...\" She expresses mock grief before softly punching his shoulder. \"What do you mean with me not carrying my weight around?\"\n\nThey laughed some more as they got their business in order and left the shop to come back to Trent's home. Since Gwen hand't eaten anything in the last four hours, they ordered some pizza and ate it while they stripped themselves naked in the bedroom. They dared each other and backed up from doing some kinky foodplay stuff, since they both thought it would have been funny but neither wanted to really risk having a mediocre first time because of it. But they did have their first kiss while sharing the last slice, which was cute.\n\nWith their stomachs full, they proceeded to make love to each other. Neither one of them was a sexual savant, but they both knew what to do. Trent seemed to have an obsession with groping Gwen's breast as he railed her and she blatantly feed into it due to her own desire to have her tits massaged by him. Gwen, being a night person, fell asleep in Trent's bed pretty quickly after they finished. Trent decided to keep her company, and made a mental note that he would need to get a full-time manager for the afternoon shift. If Gwen was the kind of woman that wanted to sleep from midday to 8pm and stay up all night until sunrise, then he would become the kind of man that could keep her company.\n\nA decade or two later, Trent was a powerful producer in Hollywood and Gwen was a media darling animation director. The couple was infamously horny on main for each other, and the day that they declared their love for each other was forever immortalized with a short that Gwen opted to simply call 'My tits are down here'."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompt me: Futanari Stuff
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"content": "I got a whole slew of futa prompts\n\n1. When his energetic girl-next-door friend told him to suck her dick, he thought she was just being raunchy. Not that she'd actually have one that she wanted him to suck!\n2. A group of rookie male adventurers recruit a gorgeous elf cleric, unaware that she his a hung futanari with healing cum.\n3. Her male cybernetics mechanic was intimately familiar with all of her implants, including her synthetic cock. He was very eager to make sure it worked properly at each tune-up.\n4. Her cock is a bit small, but her balls are pretty big. Her husband doesn't seem to mind, he loves her and her weighty shaven sack either way.\n5. A femboy alchemist explores the woods, in search of a rare ingredient; cum from a futanari dryad.\n6. A male paranormal investigator visits an abandoned hot springs lodge in the mountains. Soon he meets its sole proprietor and resident; a futa yuki-onna who just wants to feel human warmth again.\n7. A shy futa orc is the only member of the tribe that shows something resembling affection to her male slave.\n8. A science experiment leaves a female researcher with a penis and rapid libido. Her only colleague, a male, does his best to both find a cure and quell her desire.\n9. A young male apprentice finds concentration hard, especially when his gorgeous mentor teaches in the nude with her tits, ass and futa cock all on display.\n10. His birthday was on April first, and thus was the recipient of many gag-gift and prank-present. Today, he was to meet up at a strip-club with his friends. But when he arrived, he discovered that the address he was given was for a futanari strip-club."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A busty tomboy has a secret. Cute and wholesome Things turn her on. Her roommate is a catboy with the sweetest personality one could imagine.
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"content": "#Cloyingly Sweet\n\n(3.7k words, ~15 minute read. Feel free to skip to the second part onwards if you're looking for the action.)\n\n-----\n\n\"Agggghhhh! How could that happen?!\"\nShe tossed her training sword and bow, tore off the padded gambeson and sent it flying across the room.\n\nShe saw her own figure at the reflection of a dusted window, bronze and athletic. She saw, for a moment, the ridiculing looks they gave. How stupid she appeared. How deathly strong her teeth was clenched and fists balled. The overflowing rage gripped at her hands, clawing it into her face and toppling onto her bed like a felled tree. \n\nAnd just as quickly, she rolled onto her back with a regretful wince, massaging her breast through the thin fabric of her top.\n\n\"I swear, it's like the whole world is out to ruin my day!\" she gripped at her short hair, teeth gritted as she vividly recounts what happened earlier during the team melee tournament at the academy. \n\nHow she sidestepped too far. How she accidentally slipped in an uneven patch of grass. How she tripped, falling hard on her ass and ending up costing her team's victory. And, most importantly, how everyone laughed when they saw her lying there, completely owned against a bunch of small fry students! She was poised and ready to win the melee, she knew this was her year.\n\n\"I've worked my arse off training night and day!\" she find herself shouting aloud, hands flailing helplessly in the air until finally landing flat on the mattress with a thud. \n\nHer face scrunches up in frustration and she sighs deeply, allowing the anger to ebb from her body into the soft cotton sheets below. \n\n\"And yet, here I am, beaten at the very first bracket... By the gods, what wrong have I done to you?\"\n\nWith only the far away sound of cheers from the academy's arena answering her, she could only choke her pillow and bite down at her lip. She didn't know which hurt more: the humiliation or the fact that she failed at something that would have surely set her apart from any other rookie student.\n\n\"... Kyrel?\" a tentative voice beckons from beyond the door. Quiet, but audible. \n\nScared, even.\n\n\"I'm okay, Milo!\" the young knightess-in-training answers, despite the bitterness threatening to consume her whole, \"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your friends, watching the melee?\"\n\nHis cat-eared head peeps out of the creak of the door, his inquisitive gaze absorbing her every movement. \n\n\"I'm okay, Milo.\" she felt the need to reiterate, \"Just go back. Your friends Feliz and Stahl are most likely wondering where you went.\"\n\nThere was something about those big blue eyes that made it impossible to lie, especially to someone so innocent as her little roommate. His expression softened immediately, but remained cautious as he inched closer to the bed. The sight alone was enough to warm her insides, though she'd never say it out loud.\n\n\"Are you sure?\" he asks. \n\n\"... Oh I don't know anymore.\" her head sinks further down, \"Of course you'd be worried. You saw how horrible my performance was at the melee. How I lost so pathetically...\" she trailed off, biting her cheek to stop herself from tearing up again.\n\nHe moved faster than lightning, crawling right onto her bed next to her, his large ears perked at attention, a concerned look etched upon his face.\n\n\"Hey,\" he says softly, \"It wasn't pathetic. You were amazing!\"\n\n\"Amazingly pathetic.\" she replies through the pillow in her face. \n\n\"Stop that. No more beating yourself up.\" he gently nudges her arm with his head, \"It's saddening enough to see you like this, Ky.\"\n\n\"Don't make me cry.\" she threatens, still muffled by the blanket she clutched around her body. It was too late, though. Tears already escaped from the corners of her eyes and fell heavily onto the mattress. There was no stopping them now.\n\n\"Kyrel, please,\" his voice had taken on its pleading tone, pulling the blanket from her grip. The sight was enough to make her heart ache. This time she really didn't try fighting him, allowing her friend to pull her in close. With a deep breath, her heart finally released its suffocating sobs. \n\n\"It's not fair... I did so much to prepare for the melee, Milo! I did nothing but train and study for it. I studied, I practiced, I trained... I gave my everything and yet…\" she buried her face into the crook of his neck, her voice growing softer as she continued, \"I've wasted so much on such a stupid mistake, Milo... Two years. I've been looking forward to this tournament for two years, waiting to prove myself worthy of being a champion. Two years... And I can't even win my first real battle.\"\n\nMilo said nothing, instead electing to run a hand soothingly down her back and give her shoulder a comforting rub.\n\n\"... I can't believe I let myself become an unwieldy failure.\"\n\nThe kitty boy shakes his head lightly, moving himself so that his chest pressed against hers as he pulled his arms tight around her. She couldn't hear anything else but his heartbeat.\n\n\"No. Never say that, Ky.\" he pulls back slightly, tilting her chin upward, \"You're an amazing person, surely you can see that. You're headstrong and determined. Every setback and fall, you always stood back up again. That takes a lot of strength. And a lot of people don't have that kind of strength that you have.\"\n\nHer chest swelled at the genuine admiration dripping from his words. He seemed so earnest in his belief, and she could tell that he truly believed it too.\n\n\"Would you let this stop you from becoming a championing knightess?\" Milo asked, his expression growing impossibly tender, \"Would you give up on your own hopes and dreams?\"\n\nHer head dips, \"Never.\"\n\n\"Good. Because, if anyone deserves a chance to become the best warrior alive, it's you. No matter what happens tomorrow, remember this—you will succeed. You'll get your chance, whether you want it or not. Everyone is afraid. But you're not. All you need to do is remind yourself of what you do best. What you always say.\"\n\nHe gingerly picked up her hands, and patting it with his curled paws, \"'Through endurance, all will be conquered. Through perseverance, all will be achieved.'\"\n\nHer heart warmed hearing her own mantra whispered softly. Milo smiled softly back at her, giving her one last nod, before pulling her back in tightly.\n\n-----"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The two naked warriors face off, ready to fight in sexual battle, before he quickly stroked his cock once. “You are already bred,” suddenly, her holes erupt in cum, and she lay defeated and impregnated.
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"content": "Wind scatters cherry blossoms through the air, the only source of movement on the silent battlefield. The stench of battle had long faded, but blood soaked earth has not so easily forgotten.\n\nThough the two warring kingdoms had resolved their petty conflict, there were some not so keen on letting go of the past.\n\nOnce they were friends, lovers even. But now, the only emotion felt between them was sorrowful hate.\n\nThere they stood, amongst the ghosts of friends, without arm or armour. It would be a fight won the old fashion way: through physical prowess and skill with their unadulterated bodies.\n\nJo Son was the star champion for his country, born to a noble family, given the greatest education, taught by the best mentors. He was perfect in his craft and a physical specimen. There he was, weapon in hand, twitching in anticipation.\n\nFu tang came from nothing. She grew up in a poor village under the pressures of imperial rule. It was fight dirty or die trying, and she learned the hard way how to be fast and brutal. You can't let your enemies live long enough to hold a grudge, Jo Son was living proof of that. Her weapon was longer, faster, harder, but unrefined. She knew his tricks, but he was still the master swordsman.\n\nBoth warriors took measured, even breaths their cocks glistening in prebattle dew. A game of attacks, counter attacks, parries, feints, thrusts, grabs, holds, pins, and everything possibility played out before them. Each was a toss up between who penetrated who. The first cum in the other would win. A game as old as time.\n\nSilence fell upon the warriors. Neither moved.\n\nJo son stroked his cock a single time, a victorious smile. \"You're already bred.\"\n\nA startled look crossed Fu Tang's face, but she did not have time contemplate it. Her every orifice erupted in cum. She sputtered, thick white dribble spraying through the air.\n\nThen she collapsed, cum leaking from her like a perforated bag, her own cock dry as bone. She never stood a chance. How could she lost? She was faster, longer, harder. It was supposed to be her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A couple is so bad at dirty talking that their talking during sex is sickingly, tooth-rottingly wholesome and sweet, no matter how aggressively they fuck.
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"content": "Dana sighs contentedly and looks up at her tall, handsome boyfriend. The evening is just so perfect. The moon is so bright. The air so fresh. She can hardly contain the arousal she feels for him. In fact, back at the restaurant, after she had leaned over, kissed his strong shoulder, and whispered, \"I love you,\" to her perfect boyfriend, she had gone to the restroom and peeled her soaking wet panties off and tucked them into her purse. Now, walking along the canal, her thighs were cooled by the wetness running down her leg.\n\nDana was not alone in enjoying the evening. Chet felt strong holding his tiny girlfriend's hand. He loved her hand so much, her sweaty little palm against his as they walked, her lithe little fingers cupping his balls and making his cock look a foot long while she took pictures of their escapades. He leaned down and whispered to her, \"I love you, Dana,\" as they walked in the moonlight. \"I want to hold you.\"\n\nDana knew what that meant. The couple slowed as they approached a bench under a willow tree. The silver moonlight danced on the water in the canal as Chet pushed Dana to her knees and leaned back against the trunk of the tree. \n\nDana licked her lips and slowly pulled Chet's zipper open. \n\n\"Yeah, Dana. I like that. Your lips are as cool and plump as strawberries, baby.\"\n\n\"Mmmm, Chet.\" Dana purred. \"Your banana is so tasty.\"\n\nDana took Chet's cock out of his pants and rubbed it on her face, leaving a faint wet line of precum on her cheeks and forehead before she took his full balls in her tiny mouth. \n\n\"I like that, Dana.\" Chet moaned. \"You are so beautiful, your lips are like butterfly kisses in the autumn.\"\n\nDana purred, proud of her strong prince, and pressed his ripe banana deep into her throat, pressing her forehead against his firm abdomen. \n\n\"That's right, Dana. Just like that baby. You make me feel so good, baby, make me want to just hold you and cuddle after.\"\n\nDana came up for air, then. Her eyes were watering, and saliva dripped down her cute little chin making a little line to the tip of his cock. She nodded sweetly, and said, \"Oh Chet. Your banana feels so good in my mouth. Please make love to me, baby. Will you?\" \n\nChet smiled, and wiped the saliva and precum off her chin with his finger, which he offered to his princess girlfriend. She licked it eagerly. He whispered, \"I can't refuse you, Dana. Let's make love together.\"\n\nShe hopped to her feet, and turned away from Chet. She stuck her ass out toward him and he flipped her skirt up and grabbed her hips with one hand. The other hand rubbed her glistening cunt, soaking with lubrication. \n\n\"Feel this honey, baby,\" he said. \"Warm honey, feels so nice and slippery.\" He rubbed her cunt juice against the little star in the crack of her ass with his finger, pressing the finger inside her anus a little. \n\n\"Oh, please, Chet,\" she moaned. \"Make love to my butt.\"\n\nChet positioned his thick cock outside her anus and pulled her hips back against him. His cock slid reluctantly in, the lack of lube making it go slow. Dana didn't complain, though. She bit her lip and let out a little squeal of delight. \"I love you so much, Chetskis.\"\n\n\"Your butt feels so nice, Danakins\" Chet said, reaching up and grabbing a handful of her hair to pull. \"And your hair is so silky. It's so soft like Cotten candy, Baby.\"\n\nDana grinded her ass against Chets cock, pressing against him. She leaned her head back as he pulled her hair. She reached back to pull his hips toward her with one hand, and with the other she worked her fingers against her clit furiously. \n\n\"I love you so much, Chet.\" She moaned. \"Please I love feeling you inside me. You make me feel so happy, like a rabbit in a burrow.\"\n\nChet, rapidly approaching orgasm, reached around and grabbed one of Dana's firm little titties, punching a nipple. He adjusted the grip he had on her hair, and continued to pound her ass. Despite the difficulty he had breathing due to his impending climax, he managed to say, \"Oh, my beautiful Danakins, I live the way the moon light hits your hair.\"\n\nDana felt Chet spasm, and pressed against him as he shot stream after stream of warm jism in her ass. Her fingers rubbed frantically, trying to catch up, and she felt a slow orgasm build, starting in her knees. She almost fell, but Chet was holding her nipple and her hair, and had a hook in her ass, so despite the shudders running through their bodies they stayed on their feet. \n\nWhen it was over, and Dana pulled off of Chet's cock, she turned around. She looked up to him, his cum dripping steadily out of her ass and down her legs. He looked at her too, and they both started to talk at the same time. They laughed, and then both started to talk at the same time. \"I love you,\" they said in unison."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You go hiking deep in the woods and unknowingly set up camp for the night on some sacred fairy mating grounds. Normally nothing would come of it, but you just inadvertently bested one of the more aggressive fairies in ritual combat
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"content": "Bruce loved these camping trips. Fresh mountain air, the chance to get out of the office, and a fantastic opportunity to bond with his daughter. Nicole was running ahead of him, the girl at that age where kids seemed never to run out of energy. Her braid bounced behind her as she scampered ahead on the woodland trail, peering into the forest in the hopes of catching a glimpse of a wolf (Bruce didn't have the heart to tell her they had been nearly hunted to extinction in these parts). She was 10 years old, but Bruce had been raising her alone for the last five. Ever since his wife died, a victim of a disease he hadn't known existed but equally as vicious as its more famous brethren. Extra hours at work had fended off the debt collectors, kept Nicole fed and clothed, but left them precious little time for bonding.\n\n\"Look, dad! A butterfly!\" she squealed from up ahead.\n\nYeah. He wouldn't miss these trips for the world.\n\n---\n\nAlyssa reclined in the grove, sipping nectar out of her champagne glass. All the fae of the forest had gathered in this part of the woods for the event. The grand fairy mating ritual, held every year to celebrate summer and breed the next generation. A time of joy and laughter, a celebration of the most primal aspects of the forest. She *despised* it. Alyssa had gone undefeated every summer for as long as she could remember, even as the older fairies chastised her. She was supposed to lose, they said. It was a pretext for the mating, it was a game to let the man feel special and the woman feel courted. Poppycock. She set her glass down upon a toadstool. The fairy men who came to court her, they were strutting peacocks, devoid of substance. The woods were in crisis, and she seemed to be the only one willing to do anything about it. But while she tried to regrow the woods where they had been slaughtered by mankind's steel, to nurture new growth where they had been ravaged by fire, she was forced to waste her time on things like this. If it weren't for the arcane laws of the Fae elders, she wouldn't even have come.\n\nShe sighed, and downed the rest of her glass. Beautiful copper red hair was tied into a braid that hung down to her waist, flowers tied into its knots. A pair of beautiful wings fluttered behind her, etched with fractal patterns to rival any human tapestry. Her green eyes, which normally shone with the vitality of the forest itself, stared dully at the sky. A waste of a day, before she could get back to her real work. \n\n---\n\n\"This seems like a pretty good place to make camp,\" Bruce said. \n\nContrary to his previous thoughts, Nicole had indeed run out of energy, and she was now cradled in one of his arms, head leaning against his shoulder. How long would it be before he could no longer carry her like this, he wondered? Nicole blearily nodded, just happy to finally get a rest.\n\n\"Lemme get a campfire going, and then we can make smores.\"\n\n\"Smores?\" Nicole asked, instantly perking up. Nevermind. He was right the first time about her energy levels. Inexhaustible, given the right fuel.\n\nThey spent a few hours at the campfire, roasting marshmallows and drinking some Campbell's soup. Nicole blabbered happily on about her time at school, and all the petty little concerns of children that let Bruce forget, at least momentarily, the drudgery of office work and the money demanded by the men who had failed to save his wife. As the night drew to a close, they stacked up their trash into a little pile - a game he had invented to get a younger Nicole to help clean up the trash, but had become a mainstay of their camping trips. Soup cans stacked upon cardboard wrappers, with a flag perched on top. A fortress, in their shared imaginary world. He left that little pile there, to be cleaned up tomorrow, and took Nicole into the tent to tuck her into bed with a story.\n\n---\n\n\"Whose is this?\" Alyssa asked, staring at the artwork in front of her.\n\n\"Strange... It's unsigned,\" said her friend.\n\nThe fairy men had taken the day to build something to catch the women's attention. Some of the... sluttier fairies had already trounced away, happy with several sticks bundled together, or a poorly-done portrait scraped into the mud. Alyssa had intended to simply walk past every piece, dismissing them out of hand. It was a stupid ritual. But this, this was different. Alyssa couldn't stop staring. The same pieces of trash she had spent hours excising from her forest, and someone had turned it into a beautiful lamentation of war. She gazed at it.\n\n\"Do the forest magics deceive me, or is Ice Queen Alyssa... blushing?\" her friend cut in, teasing her. \"Has someone finally broken her icy facade?\"\n\n\"No, no, it's strange, that's all!\" Alyssa retorted. But she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest. Even as she followed after her friend to view the next painting of leaves and flowers, she couldn't help but cast a backwards glance at that little fortress of trash.\n\n---\n\nBruce couldn't sleep. Once he had made sure that Nicole was sound asleep, he had gotten up to take a short walk through the woods. Not too far, of course. Just to clear his head. Another round of layoffs at the office, and another round of pain in his back. He wasn't sure how long he could keep this up. He idly strolled through the trees, letting his fingers run over the bark, listening to the crickets sing. \n\nAnd then, abruptly, he was knocked backwards into a tree by a green blur. He staggered backwards, but found himself sitting back on a... chair?\n\n\"I have chosen you as my mate,\" she declared, by way of explanation. \n\nShe was a vision of absolute beauty, tall and thin with pointed ears, long red hair, and startlingly bright green eyes. They shone with a mischievous energy that, more than anything else about her, reminded Bruce of his mothers' stories about the fey, Both those stories were old and faded in his memory. This woman was wild and alive,leaning over him and cupping his cheek in her hand.\n\n“I, uh, I don’t understand?” he stammered out. \n\n“What is there to be confused about?” Alyssa asked. “You are attractive. Am I not attractive to you?”\n\n“W-wait, no, hold on,” Bruce said, holding his hands up and slowly moving Alyssa’s away. “I mean, you’re very attractive, but… I’m not. I’m older, overweight, and I’ve got a daughter.”\n\n“And mortals so rarely get their priorities right,” Alyssa said, rolling her eyes. Her hand returned to his face, stroking through the stubble on his chin. “Wise, well-fed, and nurturing… what more could a woman ask for?”\n\nAlyssa patted his hand, and vines sprouted out from the makeshift chair to entangle his wrists, binding them down to his chair. She knelt down in front of him, and Bruce shivered as her dainty fingers first brushed his crotch.\n\n“Relax, mortal,” she purred. “I’m going to treat you like a king.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The ring greatly enhanced her dexterity and improved her thieving skills. It also had a tendency to randomly open her clothing, and would cause her to randomly start handjobs on any cock that came close enough. She took the good with the bad, considering she couldn't take it off...
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"content": "\"Alright, if you wanna meet with Mira the Hand, she's got two rules. Ya don't talk about what she's wearing, and ya don't say anything if she touches ya. You get on her nerves, she'll have you by the balls in more ways than one. Got it?\"\n\n\"That's a... specific warning.\" Yoav gulped. He'd heard Mira was an honest thief, one of the best, but he was still taking a big risk coming here.\n\n\"The boss has a specific condition. And she don't like it when people make fun of it. You'll see.\" The thug pushed the door open and ushered them into the back room.\n\n\"Mira! Some rich guy wants to hire youse.\"\n\nA woman was sitting behind a beaten wooden desk, her feet up, idly fiddling with a padlock and lockpicks. After a few seconds of fiddling, her right hand abruptly lifted from the pick, unbuttoned her vest, and returned to its work. She looked up at the noble.\n\n\"Evening. What can I do for you?\"\n\n\"I've got a job for you, Miss...\" Yoav hesitated.\n\n\"Mira is fine. Only the lawmen use my last name.\" She put the padlock down. \"So, you think you've got something that needs my skills?\"\n\n\"You know who Lord Baxton is? I need you to steal his signet ring, bring it to me, and then return it the next night.\"\n\n\"Well, that sounds like the kind of thing that would get me into a lot of trouble if I got caught. Tell me more.\"\n\nMira swung her feet off the desk and leaned forwards, revealing that her vest was now open and so was the top two buttons of her shirt. He hadn't even seen her hand move.\n\n\"Miss Mira, your.... um, nevermind.\" He remembered the thug's warning.\n\n\"Go on, what's it worth for me to piss off the richest family in Corvidus?\"\n\n\"Well, his father recently died, and left him a large share in...\" \n\nAs Yoav talked, Mira kept her hands clasped under her chin. But occasionally the fingers would *twitch* and when he looked another button was undone. By the time he'd finished outlining the heist - steal the ring, forge some documents, \"discover\" an amended version of the will with the family seal stamped on it, and use it to legally rob Lord Braxton blind while Mira robbed him the old fashioned way - her shirt was hanging open, revealing her naked breasts.\n\nMira gracefully swung herself out of her chair and sat on the edge of the desk. She leaned back on her hands, making no effort to cover herself.\n\n\"Hmm, this plan is a start, but it would get me killed if something goes wrong. *I* think we should...\"\n\nShe laid out a modification of the heist, explaining a better way to enter Baxton's manor, and a contingency plan if the theft was discovered.\n\n\"Clever. You think you're quick enough to pull that off?\"\n\n\"Look down, and you'll see how quick my hands are.\"\n\nYoav looked down, and his pants fell around his ankles. He hadn't even noticed when she undid his belt.\n\n\"Okay, I know your guy said not to ask, but...\"\n\n\"And I meant it. Don't ask. A thief has to keep her secrets,\" Mira said coyly.\n\nMira slid Yoav's underwear down and ran a finger along his cock. \"Now that we've established our bona fides, let's talk *payment.*\"\n\n\"Look, I think there might be a misunderstanding. I'm not planning to pay you with my body. This is business.\"\n\n\"Oh, this?\" Mira curled her fingers gently, letting his shaft harden and lengthen in her grip. \"This isn't part of the payment, this is just something that happens when you negotiate with me. I'll be expecting cold hard cash for this job.\"\n\n\"I don't want a...\"\n\n\"You promised you wouldn't make a fuss. Now, what's your offer?\"\n\n\"Anything... ahhh... anything you can take from Baxton's vault, plus twenty thousand when I... hnnn... get the forgery done.\"\n\nMira's hand abruptly stopped its work. \"Are you kidding me? I'm taking all the risk up front, whether or not your scheme goes off. Half down, half on completion.\"\n\n\"That's fair. Ooh...\" Yoav gasped as she resumed stroking him.\n\n\"And you don't get a discount for letting me keep the rest of his vaults. Everyone says that like they're doing me a favor. I'm a thief, I *always* keep whatever loot I find along the way. A job this size, I need five thou more to cover expenses. I got lots of people to bribe.\"\n\n\"Ahh... yeah, that... ooh, that's fair. But I can't go m-much higher...\" \n\n\"Tell you what, you know any good art critics? Half the time I rob a noble, I end up lugging a big painting out the window, and it turns out to be a cheap forgery. Tell me if Baxton has any fakes in his collection, and that'll be a nice value add.\"\n\n\"Ooh... I think I could find someone...\"\n\n\"Think fast, I'm almost finished.\" Mira's hand slid back and forth. Her fingers were starting to get slick with precum, soft wet fingers circling his tip. \"Price is gonna go up if you make a mess on my desk before we're done.\"\n\n\"Uh... Oh god... Ruth, sixth district! She knows him, she's good with paintings. Aaaahhhh!\"\n\nYoav came, semen splattering on Mira's fingers and on the desk. She delicately pulled a cloth from her pocket and wiped up the mess. \"Pleasure doing business with you.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An extensively upgraded Android, she was one of the finest science officers in the fleet. This didn't mean that she could suppress her original sexbot programming... Or that she wanted to.
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"content": "\"No... that wouldn't work!\"\n\nFloating holographic panes of data were tossed about the room, hitting a wall before falling to the ground and shattering. Soon after the impact, they would flicker and finally disappear.\n\n\"Maybe... if I supercharge the Krenon particle by passing it through a Quantum macrofield...\"\n\nA new, larger pane appeared as the man snapped his finger. An electronic pen in one hand jotted down countless equations upon the hologram that imitated the look and function of a dry-erase marker board.\n\nThe man scratched at his handsome yet boyish chin. Hair a dirty and unkempt gold. He's been at this for several days with little break.\n\nThe door into the lab slid open, and a robotic voice proclaimed over a small intercom: \"Professor OR4-2 Access Request: Granted.\"\n\n\"Good morning, Professor Vreiger.\" A woman walked in, carrying a beverage in one hand, a datapad in the other. \"The materials you had requested have been successfully delivered to this station. They will be transported to the sector 5 lab in approximately one hour.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Aura.\" The man reached for his coffee, blowing away the steam wafting upon it before taking a sip. \"You are a lifesaver. Brass has been up my ass about the prototype ion cannon for days... don't know how they expect me to fucking build something without the materials!\"\n\n\"You are quite welcome, Howard.\" She smiled subtly.\n\nOR4-2 was her official designation, but Howard had since nicknamed her 'Aura'. Howard couldn't help but stare at her for a moment as he drank his coffee. She was a remarkable feat of engineering, really. Howard considered her his greatest work.\n\nStraight snow white hair, soft yet piercing golden eyes. Pale and flawless skin. Well, flawless in terms of biological blemishes. There were mechanical markings and segmentations upon her, namely at joints such as her elbows and fingers. Underneath her bright white robe was a massive sloping pair of breasts. A black blouse with a very deep v-neck and slight frilling at its hem struggled to contain them. A black skirt around her long, plump legs.\n\n\"Professor, might I advise you against your current ogling?\"\n\nHoward nearly spilled his coffee, spitting some of it out before turning away. \"Shit, fuck... sorry.\"\n\nAura grinned once more. \"Kidding.\" She stuck her tongue out. \"I don't mind it. Just don't be staring at the other female staff.\"\n\nHoward grimaced, embarrassed. That was the kink in her design. Or more accurately, the thing Howard wasn't able to fix. Despite his programming knowledge, he could never root out why she maintains this sort of flirty behavior... why this bit of lingering code manages to persist even after she was reformatted and imbued with the human neurological blue-print of a departed colleague.\n\n\"S-so, Aura... what do you think? Any ideas on how to stabilize the Krenon particle flow?\" He inquired, attempting to change the subject.\n\nShe looked at his work upon the holographic whiteboard. \"Hmm... passing it through a Quantum macrofield doesn't work?\"\n\n\"Theoretically it could... but it could create some nasty byproducts such as radial depolarization.\"\n\n\"And that would be bad...\" She nodded, hands crossed and propping up her massive chest.\n\nHoward saw this, his eyes fixated on her tits. One of her nipples even managed to slip out past the hem of her blouse. Howard averted his eyes, and covered his slowly but surely forming tent with his lab coat.\n\nAura peered over, seeing the blush on his face and the quick motion to cover his lap. The subroutines in her matrix were firing, as conditions were being met.\n\n\"Professor... I am detecting high levels of dopamine and noradrenaline in your system...\" She stared at him with a slightly flushed face, softly raised brow and shining eyes. Like she was expecting something from him. “Would you like me to… assist you in normalizing these spikes?”\n\nHoward sat his mug down upon a crowded workbench. \"Computer, lock the door.\"\n\n\"Engaging mag-locks.\"\n\n\"Aura.\" He did the same with his glasses.\n\n\"Yes, Professor?\" She spoke slowly, with a heavy exhale of excitement. Or at least, her imitation biological processes reproduced the actions. Systems in place to make her seem more human.\n\nHe unzipped his black slacks, and let out his throbbing erection. \"Engage relief mode.\"\n\n\"Yes... master.\" Pink hearts flashed within her eyes. Her sexbot programming superseding her other systems. She made her way towards her creator, leaving behind her clothes. One by one, they fell from her voluptuous form. First the long white coat. Then the skirt, the blouse… and that was all of them. Aside from a pair of shoes that she easily kicked off, she wore no more than three articles of clothing.\n\nStanding before him, she gingerly folded her fingers around his length. Her warm and tender synthetic digits gradually caressing his penis. The pale nano-weave mesh perfectly replicating the texture of human skin, down to the subtle traction of her fingerprints. Howard sighed with delight as she slid her fingers along his length, caressing it gently, tracing its features such as the prominent winding vein along its side. Finally, her index finger pressed faintly against the folds just below his urethra.\n\n“How may I serve you this evening, master?” She purred, golden eyes shimmering between glowing pink heart-shaped symbols. “What do you desire?”\n\nHoward cupped her gigantic jugs, the things barely fitting within his hand, spilling out past his fingertips with her bountiful fake flesh. His thumb pressed against a bright pink nub, while his free hand secured his cock and nudged it against her abdomen. He thrust upwards slightly. “I’d like to fuck these… if you don’t mind.”\n\n“Not at all.” Aura fell back onto a couch, pushing aside data-pads and traditional paper-page binders to make way for the both of them. Her long white hair spread out against the fabric of the couch, draped upon a seat and up against an armrest.\n\nShe held aloft her sizable mounds, one for each hand parted in preparation of Howard’s cock. He straddled forward, sitting naked on her abdomen. He lined up the shot, penis in hand and landing in between the valley of her tits. Once in between them, Aura let free her breasts. They jiggled excessively thanks to their size, and completely encased the man’s cock. Not even the red crown of his glands could be seen at this moment. Howard leaned forward, placing his hands on Aura’s as she rested them in turn on her own breasts.\n\nAnd then he began thrusting. Pressing weight on her breasts through her hands, gyrating his hips away and towards her. Pumping his cock with the warm pillowy mounds of synthetic breasts on each side. Squeezing down on his own member with them to create the most narrow passage possible. Ripples in her skin from the impact of his crotch against her chest. Aura looked on, slightly red. A small smirk of delight on her face. Whether that was an imitation subroutine, or the personality of the A.I.’s human neural blue-print, Howard wasn't sure. But it was a nostalgic feeling. One that made him ravenous and hungry.\n\nHoward suddenly felt something vibrate against his cock. It was Aura’s abdomen, shaking frequently and pleasantly. It added that much more to his arousal. The heat, the narrow, tight space, and now a rapid yet soft undulation rocking the underside of his dick. He was close.\n\nAnd he was there. He gripped the fabric of the furniture below and shoved his pelvis up into her chest, as far as he could manage. She could finally see the scarlet tip of his raging erection, and as soon as she saw it, a load of cum came rushing out. It spilled all over her collarbone and the black-mechanical carbon-fiber accent lining it. Some even managed to reach her chin. She arched her head down to scoop up as much seed as she could from his urethra, her tongue also sporting the capacity to vibrate. She utilized this feature as her taster rested against his slit. It coaxed more semen from his body, and sent a tingle down his spine.\n\nHoward groped the android’s mounds as his ejaculate seeped out of his body and onto hers.\n\n“Hoooh… thank you for that, Aura…” he sighed, beginning to draw away. Until he felt a hand grab his wrist.\n\n“Master… I am still detecting a heightened rate of arousal. We should alleviate this situation completely, otherwise your focus will still be hindered.” She spoke, scooping up cum from her collarbone with her digits.\n\nShe wasn’t wrong, he was still hard as a rock just from the sight of her.\n\n“Very well…” He smiled. “Engage Futa mode.”\n\n“Yes, master…!” Aura’s hands slid down to his hips, which were rather shapely for a man. He was equipped with a nice, round posterior as well, which Aura lightly squeezed. Howard peered behind himself and his lean frame, watching Aura’s body transform.\n\nThe black markings and segmentations above her pussy softly lit up. As they did, her crotch retreated inside her, joined by the quiet hissing of advanced machinery. The segment was traded for another. This time, the segment sported a phallus, and a sizable one. Nearing double digits as it began to harden. A heavy sack of smooth, shaven testicles hung beneath it.\n\nHer cock began to pulsate, and leak with pre-cum. It was stern, with veins breaking its round contour. Howard hovered his anus above her rod, spreading his tight ring as her erection inched closer.\n\n“After this, we get back to work.” Howard huffed with an uneasy smile."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Tonight was the night when the orc dorm raids the elf dorm for wenches. Many are the red chokers that the elves wear to signal that they are fair game...
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"content": ">Orc Raid!\n\n>All students are invited for a night of rape and kidnapping to celebrate this year's Binding Day! The raid will meet in front of Grimfang Student Union for a barbecue at 7:00, then go to Starwhisper Dorm from 8:00-12:00.\n\n>Red chokers are in the basket by the south entrance of Starwhisper Dorm. Captives may be held for up to 24 hours. Contact Mrs. Lirael at XXX-XXXX for additional details.\n\nCatherine looked at the sign curiously. It was printed out in Common on ordinary white paper, but whoever designed it had done a good job of making the logo look like traditional Orcish carvings. \"Rape and kidnapping?\"\n\nHer lab partner, Yexar, smiled, showing his fangs. \"It's a Binding Day tradition. Big party, lots of fun, lots of pretty elf maidens to kidnap.\"\n\n\"Ah... what do you mean by *kidnap?*\" Catherine said delicately. \n\nYexar stared at her like she was being an idiot, then it dawned on him. \"Oh, right, I forgot you're a transfer student. Do you know what Binding Day is about?\"\n\n\"Um, celebration of the peace treaty that ended the War of Rage? We didn't really cover Cybellian history in that much detail at my school. The human nations didn't really get involved, so we spend most of our time learning about the Dragonblight instead.\"\n\n\"Right. Well, quick recap, it's the bad old days and orcs are constantly raiding and raping and pillaging all along the southern elflands. Not a lot of deaths, but only because the orcs preferred to keep them alive to be raped. They're kind of fucked up.\"\n\n\"Don't say that about your own people!\" Catherine said.\n\n\"We were being ruled by literal demons at the time, I think I can safely say they were evil. Anyway, the orcs are rapists but they're not idiots, and one or two warchiefs realize they're catching the same elvish rangers over and over again. Fight them, beat them, take them as sex slaves, slaves escape and it happens all over again next week. And eventually one of them snaps out of demon-rage long enough to ask \"Wait, are you actually *into* this?\"\"\n\n\"They *wanted* to be captured? Why?\"\n\nYexar licked his fangs. \"It's complicated, and I really don't like boiling down cultures to stereotypes, but... Let me put it this way. Have you ever been just like, so buried in work that you don't want to think about anything for a while? Just, like, shut off and let someone else take control for a while?\"\n\n\"I pretty much collapsed on my bed after finals week, so I guess.\"\n\n\"Well, imagine that finals week was ten thousand years of ancient magical traditions and taboos. That's the sort of stress that makes an elf girl join the army so she can get kidnapped by orcs instead of dealing with all of that.\"\n\nCatherine looked thoughtful as Yexar continued. \n\n\"Anyway, Gorxash - one of the smart warlords - notices that the elves want to get captured and realizes he has an opportunity. He can settle his demon rage without actually needing to *hurt* anyone, he just needs to find enough willing elves. So he goes to the village and makes them a deal - any elf who wants to be taken by an orc can mark herself with a red cord around her neck, and when the orcs come, they won't touch anyone else. And it works. It spreads to other warbands and eventually the whole invasion grinds to a halt because they've all made deals to play catch and release instead of raping and pillaging like the demons wanted.\"\n\n\"That's one weird way to make peace.\"\n\n\"You work with what you have, I guess. Anyway, eventually some heroes sort out the demon problem and the orcs chill out and get civilized, but it's still tradition. Anywhere elves and orcs are living together, they'll get together on Binding Day and the elves will put on red chokers and look for orcs to kidnap them.\"\n\nCatherine looked at the sign again. \"Um... is it only open to elves and orcs, or are there humans too?\"\n\n\"Oh, you're welcome to come to the barbecue. That's open to everyone.\" Yexar nodded. \"Even the elves show up. They do some great veggie kebabs.\"\n\n\"No, I mean, what if I wanted...\" she trailed off. \"Um... I was like, thinking about what you said, about letting someone else take control and...\" \n\nShe couldn't do it. It was too embarrassing. Fortunately, Yexar realized what she was getting at. His eyes widened in surprise, then he nodded. \"Oh, you want a red choker for yourself?\"\n\nCatherine nodded quietly.\n\n\"Ooh, kinky. Didn't know humans were into that. But sure, there's no rule against it. And there's definitely some guys who would be into you,\" the orc said with a wink.\n\nShe smiled back. \"Thanks. Guess I'll see you tonight.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The new VRMMO is a hit. Everyone's playing. But there are some troubling rumors about healers turning into heal sluts. You joined because of those rumors, excited and a little scared of what will happen to you.
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"content": "\"Hey, Violet. I just wrapped up the warrior's guild quests. The swordfighting mechanics are pretty brutal. How's the magic lessons going?\"\n\nI waved at the swordsman. Ryder was a newbie like me, but we'd decided to group up to make the tutorial quests less boring. He was going for pure melee, I had decided to go with a sorceress.\n\n\"Magic is... it's definitely an experience. I think I'll stick to healing, though.\"\n\nDream Quest Online had made a name for itself as the first fulldive MMO that really made full use of the hardware. While Blade Dance Online had treated the brain-machine interface like a glorified VR controller, and Endless Sky had presented players with a beautiful world with nothing much to *do*, DQO had come out swinging with a game engine that was gloriously tactile. A world where you could feel the clash of steel on steel in a swordfight or feel the cold wind on your skin as you scaled a mountain. You wouldn't feel *pain*, for safety reasons, but you would feel the impact of a goblin's club on your skin, and that was more than enough to give combat a sense of physicality.\n\nEven the magic system was interestingly tactile. When I wanted to channel a healing spell, I grabbed a glowing orb in one hand to select the spell, and used the other hand to aim. And the magic orb wasn't just a featureless game abstraction, you could actually *feel* the magic flowing out of it. Fire spells would make you feel the heat, lightning spells tingled like you were licking a battery, and *healing* magic...\n\nWell, it felt *good.* It was this sort of soft, warm feeling all throughout your body. Offensive magic felt harsh and dangerous, support magic felt like you were giving someone a hug.\n\n\"So yeah, I think I'll go pure healer. I was kinda planning to already, anyway.\"\n\n\"Oh? Healing usually seems boring to me.\"\n\n\"It looks like it could actually be fun in this game, from what I saw online.\"\n\nIt wasn't really the *gameplay* that had attracted me to playing a healer in DQO, if I was being honest. It was the usual mix of cooldown management and positioning that you saw in most MMOs and MOBAs. What had attracted me was the people playing the game.\n\nThe thing about recording gameplay in a fulldive MMO is that you get all the body language and nuance that you get in real life. You can read the expression on a player's face. You can tell if they're having fun or just pretending to for the camera. And in all the preview footage I'd seen of DQO, the support players looked like they were in *love*. They would watch adoringly as the DPS went all-out, hold their tank close when he was in danger, and looked absolutely crushed when a teammate went down. When the raid wiped they said \"I'm sorry, sir, I'll do better next time\" instead of \"Don't stand in the fire, you idiots!\"\n\nIt felt a little unnatural, really. Big-name players like LightningFlash or Gracken, players who had been famous for raging furiously when they played Blade Dance Online, had done a complete 180, becoming gentle and submissive when they played healers in DreamQuest. There were rumors that the game secretly brainwashed its top players, and I halfway believed them.\n\nNot that I *wanted* that to happen to me. It was just that... well, they seemed happy. And I wasn't. I played MMOs to escape, to explore a world that was better than reality, but lately, I'd been feeling just as alone online as I did IRL. So maybe I should play a more social role. Be a healer, join a party, make friends. And if the game *was* subtly urging me to become the party's adoring love slave, well... that was still good too, right?\n\n\"Gimme a hand here?\" Ryder was on the back foot, having attracted the attention of four goblins at once. His basic Sweeping Slash skill wasn't enough to keep them at bay, and they'd landed several hits.\n\nI called up my healing orb and quickly started pumping his health back up. As the soothing sensation washed over me, I smiled brightly at him. \"Don't worry, I've got you.\"\n\nHe quickly dispatched the goblins and sighed with relief as my spell hit him. Apparently the healing spells felt as good to receive as they did to give. \"Ooh, that's nice.\"\n\n\"I know, right? It's like getting a hug.\"\n\nA notification pinged in the corner of my eye. \"Oh hey, I leveled from that. New skill point.\"\n\nI brought up the menu and looked over my options. Sorcerers had three main branches to their skill tree - healing, elemental damage, and enchantments - but I only had eyes for the healing branch.\n\n*Life Attunement: The foundational technique for all healers, this skill channels life energy through the body, greatly enhancing the power of healing spells.*\n\n*+10% healing spell power. Magic orb sensations scale with spell power.*\n\n\"I see what they're up to...\" I murmured. The game didn't really *brainwash* its players. At least, not yet, anyway. But the more powerful my healing got, the better it would feel, the more intense the sensation whenever I used magic. That was the sort of thing that could easily get out of hand at high levels.\n\nI tapped the button and grabbed for my healing orb. This time the sensation was more intense, less of a hug and more of a naked embrace, sending pleasant tingles down my spine. I smiled again. \"I was right, this *is* going to be fun.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When the boys in the dorm at the magic academy decided that they would draw straws to see which of them would be turned into a girl to "help" the others, he rigged to the game... He rigged it so he'd *lose*...
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"content": "They had all put their names in the hat, of course, some reluctantly, others with nervous expressions. In their first year at Magus College, all four boys in dorm room Aleph were determined that they would shed the title of virgin that they'd been unable to rid themselves of in their time at Ivermorny Magical Preparatorium, and to do it, Simon had gotten his hands on what he assured the others was a genuine, absolutely temporary, zero side effect potion of gender switching.\n\nQuite where he'd gotten it, Simon refused to say, a faint blush rising in his pale cheeks as he muttered something and swept his blonde hair out of his eyes. The others, for their part, were only happy that they'd finally get to fuck a girl. Even if said girl was one of them. \n\nSimon had obtained the potion, Martin, the condoms and lube, Richard, a tall, swaggering sort of young man, thickset and burly from his time on the Wizard Football pitch, had managed to produce a really quite excellent soundproofing spell, and Peter, somewhat blushingly, had proposed they pick the name out of the hat, and had provided the hat and paper and pens for them.\n\nSo each boy in turn had put his name in the hat, with Richard nudging Simon and winking. \"Bet it's you, blondie, I get first dibs. I'm not doing sloppy seconds.\" \n\nSimon coloured, punching Richard in the arm a little heatedly, and then shaking his hand as he hit muscle and bruised his hand. \"Fucking asshole...\" He muttered.\n\nMartin tossed his name into the hat, fidgeting with a condom, turning it over in his hands. \"Hey, uh, nobody says anything about this, right?\"\n\nPeter let out a little cough, \"oh, uh, I put a spell on the hat, sort of a nondisclosure thing? None of us will be able to say we did this. So, no matter who ends up being the girl, their secrets safe.\" He said, blushing faintly. \n\nSimon smiles, \"Nice one, what happens in Vegas, right?\" Richard nodded, \"for fucking sure, I mean, I'd murder all of you if you ever said anything, but... Yeah, nice one, Peter.\"\n\nPeter, for his part, blushed a little deeper. It wasn't the only spell he'd worked on that hat. \"So, um, I'll pick, but I'll close my eyes so it's fair, okay?\"\n\nThe boys nodded, tense, and stared as Peter's trembling fingers reached into the hat, taking out a folded square of paper, which Richard immediately snatched, unfolding it.\n\n\"Oof, hard luck, Peter, but it's gonna be you taking one for the team.\" He said, shaking his head. \"C'mon, Simon, get the potion.\"\n\n\"Hey, wait up,\" Martin added, still nervously fiddling with a condom, \"you're sure you're okay with this, Peter? It's not too late to back out.\" \n\n\"Like fuck!\" Richard scoffed, but Peter was already shaking his head.\n\n\"No, really, it's okay, look, it's fair, right, we all had an equal chance, right?\" He said, his voice cracking a little, his heart pounding. It was going to happen. It was really happening. It seemed suddenly scarier now somehow.\n\nSimon held out the potion, a slim little glass phial with a shot of pink liquid inside, and Peter slowly uncorked it, all the other boys drawing breath as he held it to his lips, and downed it in one. A second passed, and then another.\n\n\"Is something supposed to happen?\" Peter asked, anxious, and almost disappointed that nothing had happened. But the other boys were staring, and Peter looked down, finding his clothes suddenly fitting a little looser, his hair growing longer, coppery red hair growing out into shoulder length waves. He squeaked in alarm, and his voice sounded softer, not that it had been a particularly baritone sort of voice to begin with, and he let out a groan, feeling his cock and testicles going through an almost unspeakably odd sort of sensation, and within a minute, instead of their gawky, awkward roommate, there sat a petite, red headed girl, a spray of faint freckles over her nose, her clothes, Peter's clothes, ill fitting and loose on her.\n\nThe boys goggled. Not that a transfiguration potion was unheard of to them, they'd just not quite been expecting the end result.\n\n\"What?\" Peter asked, looking anxious now, the long sleeves of his shirt flopping over his hands, \"Did it work or not?\"\n\n\"Uh, yeah, it worked.\" Martin, in a slightly strangled voice said. \"Fuck, dude, you're really pretty.\"\n\nPeter flushed, the effect dramatic on his pale features, but Richard, possibly predictably, recovered first, although even he was more hesitant than the others had seen him before.\n\n\"Alright, Peter, let's get to it, yeah?\" He said, sitting down on his bed and starting to unbuckle his pants. \n\n\"Whoa, whoa, dude, c'mon, man!\" Simon broke in, and Richard looked up, surprised. \"What? This is like the whole point of this, one of us turns into a girl, the rest of us get to fuck him, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah, but man, it's a little weird, isn't it?\" Martin complained, \"I mean, yeah, he's pretty, but it's still Peter, right?\"\n\n\"Um, you could call me something else maybe?\" Peter said, in a soft, bashful voice. \n\n\"Hah, yeah, Prissy!\" Richard snorted, earning himself reproving glares from the others, and making Peter blush crimson. \n\n\"Just for being a dick, you're last in the queue.\" Martin said a little frostily, and Richard opened his mouth to complain, shut it again when he saw he was outnumbered, and rolled his eyes, groaning. \"Fiiiine.\" He scowled, but you pussies better hurry up, I've got a boner here you could beat a griffon to death with.\"\n\nPeter, for his part, wasn't quite able to suppress a snort of laughter at this. Somehow, despite Richard being in many ways a colossal dick, he always managed to make him laugh, and happened to be both good fun, and had in the past asserted himself well enough to carry the more timid Peter through with him. \n\n\"It's fine.\" Peter said, and looked up, smiling a little shyly. \"You can't all keep calling me Peter if we're going to do this, and Prissy is as good a name as any, I guess.\" \n\nSimon looked at him dubiously. \"You're sure?\" He said, and Peter, now Prissy, nodded. \n\n\"Okay,\" Prissy said, steeling herself a little, and sitting upright. \"What do you guys want to do first?\"\n\nThis led to another slightly awkward silence, but Martin, tentatively raised his hand. \"I... I've never had a blowjob?\" He said into the silence. There was another awkward silence, during which all of the boys reluctantly admitted that in this respect they were equally inexperienced.\n\nPrissy squirmed a little, the thought of sucking her friend's cocks giving her a mingled feeling of trepidation and excitement. \"Um, I think, I could maybe do that?\" She said, tentatively.\n\n\"Fucking awesome.\" Simon said, grinning. \"Prissy, you're the best.\" \n\n\"Yeah, just remember you guys owe me, okay?\" Prissy said, standing, and starting to slip out of her outsized boys clothes, blushing faintly at the stares the others were giving her. \"It's not like there's any point in me wearing clothes is there?\" She said, defensively, and none of them were able to stop themselves from eyeing her new body, petite, soft, pale, and with a downy patch of ruby fuzz between her legs. Newly nude, she sat down again, and glanced around at the others. \"Guys, stop staring, you're weirding me out.\"\n\nSimon and Martin both blushed, looking away, but Richard only grinned, chesire like, shaking his head. \"Man, no way, I'm burning this into my memory.\"\n\n\"Well, then you can watch while I do Simon and Martin first.\" Prissy replied with a haughtiness she was surprised she was able to muster under the circumstances. \"Okay, seriously though, we need to start, or I'm going to lose my nerve, and I have no idea how long this potion lasts.\"\n\nSimon shrugged, looking a little guilty. \"Oh, yeah, I'm not sure the guy I bought it off actually mentioned? It might not last long.\"\n\n\"Unlike me.\" Richard grinned again, stretching and casually flexing his arms. \n\n\"Oh yeah?\" Prissy said, smirking in turn. \"Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?\"\n\nRichard narrowed his eyes, unused to Peter giving him sass. \"Is that a *challenge*, Prissy?\"\n\n\"Well, sure, I mean, we're doing this right? So let's see who lasts longest, right? Whoever manages, I'll... I'll... Well, we can do it first!\" She declared, feeling rather more daring with every moment that she spent topless in the boys company.\n\nSimon and Martin eyed one another, Richard already unbuckling his pants. \"Well, you're the boss, Prissy, how do you want this to go? In private or...?\"\n\n\"No, it's got to be out for us all to see, I'm not having anyone say I cheated.\" Richard said hotly. \"And I'm going first.\" And indeed, he had already whipped out a not unimpressive cock, which Prissy eyed warily, but, steeling herself, she knelt down in front of Richard, her heart pounding, and there was a thick silence in the room, as slowly, hesitantly, she lowered her lips to the tip of Richard's cock.\n\nHe shuddered visibly at the touch of her lips against his swollen head, and Prissy, experimentally, gave it a few licks, taking the shaft in one hand and slowly starting to stroke up and down, producing a groan from Richard.\n\n\"Fuuuck...\" Richard shut his eyes, putting his hand on the back of Prissys head, urging her on, and, spluttering as her gag reflex threatened to make her retch, Prissy pulled up, or tried to, Richards hand holding her there for a moment before he let go.\n\n\"What?\" He asked, annoyed. \"It doesn't count if you don't finish, y'know.\"\n\n\"Don't hold me down, dude!\" Prissy snapped, \"Hands off, okay?\" \n\nRichard rolled his eyes, but put his hands up in mock surrender. \"Fine. As you were.\"\n\n\"Nah, dude, you know he's doing us a solid, you can't be a dick about it, okay?\" Martin said.\n\n\"Fine, I'm sorry, okay?\" Richard said with a sigh, and Martin gave Prissy a raised eyebrow, a silent query. Prissy nodded, and secretly, determined to make Richard lose the little bet.\n\n(To be continued)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] An Unusual Sort of Werewolf
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"content": "A love bite during a one night stand left her with a new secret... She was now a were submissive, transforming every full moon into a soft, horny, needy version of herself who yearned to be dominated.\n\nHe was hoping that none of his friends would find out that he was the party girl they'd been fooling around with every few weeks. He didn't know how, but he had become weregirl! And the girl he transformed into was apparently much beloved by the guys and always down to fuck!\n\nShe had come to terms with the fact that she was a werebimbo, and she even made peace with the fact that it left her body looking like a walking wet dream even when she wasn't in full transformation mode. Her friends love to give her shit about it too, even if they were keen to take extra good care of her when the moon rose and her IQ dropped.\n\nAs a werebunnygirl She knew that if she didn't find some way to avoid her transformation, she's probably end up pregnant from some full moon fueled fuck spree. Part of her wanted to let it happen... Part of her found the idea of just letting go, of embracing her nature, of getting knocked up from some anonymous late-night hookup or gangbang to be deeply, deeply erotic...\n\nI hope these are something like what you're looking for."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He's so straight that any guy he's attracted to is magically transformed into a girl so it wont be gay.
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"content": "It always happened so suddenly.\n\nRoger would be relaxing, hanging out with the guys, watching the game, doing... you know, manly shit. Then one of them would say something funny, maybe smile in a certain way...\n\nThen poof!\n\nThey were a girl.\n\nJust like that.\n\nIt made his social life... well, odd. No manly man wants to hang out with a guy who can turn them into a girl. That shit's expensive to reverse, not to mention embarassing in the moment. Going from 'one of the guys' to 'sudden cute girl' was terrible for the masculine ego. Esepcially when the other dudes think its the funniest thing in the world and drop their social filter.\n\nSome of the shit people say to their best friends... eugh.\n\nGuys didn't like that. Didn't like being pushed onto the other side of the street. Forced into another perspective. It was all fun and games until it happened to them.\n\nThat is... well, until Terry.\n\nThey'd met just after Roger moved three states over for a new job. He was hoping he could maybe get his shit under control, start fresh in a new city without the same reputation.\n\nTerry seemed cool. He was short, messy... pretty geeky actually. Not usually the kind of person he would have liked to hang out with. But they liked the same football team, apparently their parents knew each other back in high school, and shit... he kinda found the dork charming in his own way.\n\nThat's why he really hoped it wouldn't happen again.\n\nSo inevitably it did.\n\nThey were watching the game over at Roger's place. A couple beers in, bag of chips emptied. Terry had said something funny...\n\nPoof.\n\nThe funniest thing was, it barely seemed to register for her.\n\n\"Hey, the fuck? What's with the tits?\"\n\nRoger cringed, burying his face in his hands as Terry sat up from where she had been laying on the couch.\n\n\"The fuck happened to my voice? Hey Rog, did you...\"\n\nThat's when she caught sight of herself in the mirror Roger had hung next to the door. Even shorter now, barely cracking 5 feet. Dirty brown hair cascading over her shoulders in messy curls. A pretty face (at least in Roger's opinion). Terry took a few moments to stare, before stalking up to the mirror to inspect herself closer. After a few minutes, she turned to face Roger.\n\n\"So... by your reaction I gotta guess this isn't entirely unexpected. Wanna explain or...\"\n\nRoger gulped, peeking through his hands. Terry's expression was... well, surprising. Not embarrassment, or anger, just curiosity. As for everything that wasn't her expression, well...\n\nRoger quickly grabbed a nearby pillow to cover a certain something. He hated to admit it, but this curse, well, it tended to change people in ways he found favourable. And the way Terry was standing there with her hands on her hips, well a man had his reactions.\n\nRealizing that he'd been too distracted to actually answer, Roger cleared his throat.\n\n\"So, remember I mentioned I didn't have a lot of friends?\"\n\nTerry stared for a few moments, before snapping her fingers.\n\n\"Oh right!\"\n\n\"Yeah uh, sometimes I just um... if I find a dude attractive, he'll just...\"\n\nRoger gestured vaguely, mortified. You'd think a lifetime of doing this would make the explanation easier, but it never was.\n\nTerry just stared for a long moment, which was enough to make Roger wince. He readied himself for another shouting match. Another friendship struck down. The first domino in knocking down his budding social life.\n\n\"That's so fucking cool!\"\n\n\"Wh-what?\"\n\n\"That's badass!\"\n\nTerry hopped onto the couch next to Roger, grinning at him excitedly.\n\n\"So it just happens to anyone you find attractive?\"\n\n\"I- well yes. Usually. I just, y'know, notice something attractive about them. Like their smile, or y'know they tell a funny joke. Then I realize, 'oh shit' and they're just... poof. A girl.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She thought she was cursed to never feel anything sexual again. So she made her body freeuse and let anyone fuck her since she might as well pleasure others. It turns out all that pleasure is just building up, and is ready to explode when she least expects it.
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"content": "*plap plap plap plap plap* Geez this guy is taking forever, and my stop is only a couple minutes away. Not that I care, but if he wants to finish, he'll have to speed things up.\n\nAs the bus lurched forward after the light turned, I was pushed back further into the guy's lap, and further on his dick. I took the opportunity to grind against him - just to help him along, ya know? That seemed to push him over the edge as I felt him cumming inside me. He seemed to feel really good.\n\n*record scratch* Yep, that's me! Bet you're wondering how I got into this situation. To be honest, I do too. One second I'm walking to work, next thing I know there's an angry old woman chanting at me in... Greek? Latin? Heck, could have been Chinese, I'm not great with languages and accents.\n\nI probably shouldn't have been staring at my phone on a busy sidewalk, but cursing me to never feel sexual pleasure was a bit out of left field, and a bit of an overreaction.\n\nIt's been almost a week now and I've since decided to be free-use. After all why not? All major STDs have been vaccinated against for years now, and I was sterilized last year.\n\nPlus, I used to love sex. Whatever that hag did seemed to work because I just haven't been able to feel sexual pleasure ever since then. So I figured, why not at least help *others* feel the pleasure I once did. I'm such a good person.\n\nToday, I'm on my way to the mall to hangout with my friends. We're pretty close so I texted them about my new curse, and they insisted on taking me out to cheer me up. When I arrived, Alex was the first to see and greet me.\n\n\"Hey, there you are!\" They said as they opened their arms, inviting me in for a hug. They always gave the best hugs. \"How's our little prude?\" They said teasingly. I just stuck out my tongue at them in response as I fell into their arms...\n\n...and had the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life.\n\nI let out the sluttiest moan I've ever heard from myself, and felt such an intense pleasure my legs gave out. My whole body unable to do anything except cum, right there on the floor of the mall.\n\nAlex, of course, tried to catch me at first and looked on with horror, afraid they had somehow hurt me. Once they saw how wet my pants were, they finally put it together, just as I was finally coming down from absolute orgasmic ecstasy.\n\n\"Um, what the actual fuck just happened? Are you okay?\" They said as they reached out to help me up. I took their hand, but couldn't move; my legs were absolutely numb and my head was swimming.\n\nAfter taking several minutes just to get my breath back, then several more to be able to stand on my own again, I could only respond that I think I just had the combined orgasms of the past week of sexual frustration all at once.\n\n\"Like, extreme edging?\" Alex asked.\n\nThis... was going to be difficult to manage."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In space, no one can hear you scream... Unless you hold down the intercom button while having sex on duty, then everyone can hear you!
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"content": "\"Commander Jones,\" the intercom crackled. I was too busy at that moment with my arms wrapped around a woman who was, literally, out of this world.\n\nWe spun gently in low gravity, eagerly making out like teenagers. After a month in relative isolation during this skeleton crew maintenance mission aboard the ISS, we'd both finally cracked. My body yearned for her in a way that I could feel reflected in the way she urgently planted sucking kisses on my neck and gripped my ass through my jumpsuit.\n\nWe bumped gently into a window looking down on Earth and I reached up to hold us in place by one of the many support bars. I could feel Pilot Hanes', Tiffany's, hands pulling the zipper on my jumpsuit down, and I quickly returned the favor. Underneath I could see the immaculate shape she was in, her taut stomach perfectly framing her navel separated the only two remaining covered areas on her body. I balled her jumpsuit up and launched it down the hallway toward our sleeping racks. She quickly followed suit with mine.\n\nI was pleasantly shocked at how well her plain white bra had kept her impressive cleavage in check as she reached behind her back and deftly unhooked it. It went floating gently away and her perky breasts bobbed along with her movements. I pulled her up the window until I could get one of her rock hard nipples into my mouth. I licked and teased at it eagerly.\n\n\"Ahhn...\" she moaned encouragingly. Her head pressed back into the glass behind her. She pulled her panties off and sent them floating away to wherever her bra had gone. I made a mental note of the direction so I could keep them as a souvenir. Now freed, she wormed a hand down between her folds and began gently circling around her clit.\n\nWhen her hand began to move with more urgency I pulled away from her breast. She took my cue and shimmied her way down the glass, her ass shown to the entire world, until she was lined up with my going. She eagerly gripped the sides of my underwear and yanked them down and off my feet, causing me to bob slightly as I kept hold of the station to steady myself. My turgid cock flung to attention as soon as it was freed, and she took a moment admiring its length and girth.\n\nTiffany licked her lips eagerly, then sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. She slid up and down its length, rubbing her tongue all along it as she went, until I could feel her throat. She coughed slightly then pulled back, repeating the process while building speed. At the same time she gripped my add with both hands, eagerly kneading at it.\n\nI placed my free palm on the top of her head, guiding her faster and deeper until I could feel myself break past the barrier of her throat. I peered over to her side and saw her throat bulge with my girth. I nearly exploded right then, as pent up as I was, but I wasn't ready to be finished yet. Instead I gently pulled her head back until she released my cock with a sucking \\*pop\\* as it passed her lips, and she groaned in disappointment.\n\nI lifted her back up, stifling a laugh as the sound of her butt rubbing against the window filled the empty space, temporarily drowning out the humming of the equipment. When I had her where I wanted her I pressed her back fully against the window and spread her legs around my own. It was more challenging than I'd expected to line ourselves up properly without the assistance of gravity, and we both laughed a little in our efforts.\n\nHer laughter died into a grunt of satisfaction as I finally found purchase and thrust inside of her. I could tell by the little droplets floating around us that she was beyond ready for me, her wetness literally spilled out into the space between us.\n\n\"Fuck. Me.\" She said in a commanding tone between heavy breaths. Even though I had rank these were orders I obeyed with gusto. I thrust into her eagerly, feeling the tip of her womb and my balls slapping against her ass each time I hilted inside of her.\n\nWe were both breathing raggedly, and I knew we were both ready to finish. A far corner of my mind wondered if there would be any adverse effects for getting a woman pregnant in space, but the thought of seeding her only fueled my now desperate hammering into her.\n\nI could feel her tighten around my cock as her eyes squinted closed and her legs squeezed around me. The feeling was all I needed to cum as well, and I painted her insides white with spurt after spurt of satisfied lust. I roared in overwhelming pleasure as she screamed her own.\n\n\"Commander Jones, what are those noises? Come in!\" I finally heard the sound break through my satisfied basking. We looked into each others eyes with panic and then toward the nearest communications console. The transmit button was stuck in the On position. We had broadcast our dalliance to NASA and, most likely, every other nation on Earth's equivalent services.\n\nI knew there was something I was supposed to fix today."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a gamer girl gets Gene mods to help boost views on her streams, she didn't count on how horny she'd get along with her enhanced bust line and figure. It turns out, she's a lot more "compatible" with the mods than anyone expected...
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"content": "Twix wasn’t a big streamer. No, she averaged 2 viewers on a good month, and less on bad months. Besides that, her energy and excitement never seemed to wane.\n\nShe wanted to make it big. She had big dreams of partnership with her streaming platform, sponsorships from clothing brands and others. Twix wanted to make streaming her career. \n\n“Tonya! Order up,” Darren called out behind the line. Tonya snapped back to reality and looked up to see the plates under the heat lamps. \n\n“Runners heard!” She called back. She grabbed three plates, balancing them precariously across her arms, and walked them out to table 43. \n\nBut unfortunately tonight, Twix was just known as Tonya. The waitress for tables 40 to 50 at the local diner, hoping to make enough in tips to cover her half of the rent. \n\nShe had been working at the diner for a few years now, and it paid the bills. During some restaurant shutdown in the last couple of years, she found her way onto Skitch, the latest growing livestreaming platform. She mostly streamed cute games like Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley, but lately her numbers had stagnated. \n\nAs the last table left, she checked her profile on her phone. In the last 6 hours, she had dropped from 102 followers back to 98. “Fuck,” she groaned as she laid back in the booth and put her hands up in surrender. \n\n“What’s up?” Kylie called over from her section. The bissell in her hands never stopped moving as she cleaned the carpet around her tables. \n\n“Every night i work, I lose followers. It’ll take me like… a week to get those back,” she explained simply, showing Kylie the profile on her phone. Kylie had the benefit of already understanding the situation… they were roommates after all. \n\n“Have you considered Gene mods?” Kylie asked almost flippantly. Tonya sat up in the booth and cocked her head. \n\n“Who is that?” \n\n“Not who,” Kylie smirked. “What.” She pulled out her own phone and tapped on the screen. A woman’s voice started talking as Kylie set the phone down in front of Tonya. \n\n“-the latest and greatest in genetic modifications. You can be anything you want! Be sure to tell them CarlieQ sent you for a discount at checkout, link below in the description!” The screen transitioned from a general DNA swirling icon to the face of a pretty blonde. \n\n“Hey y’all! Welcome back to stream. Today I’m going to be doing an unboxing video from a sponsors, Dem Genes!” Kylie scrolled the video a bit and paused as the pretty influencer talked about the benefits of the product in her hands. “With Dem Genes, you can be the person you’ve always wanted to be!” Two images flashed across the screen with big block letters reading “Before” and “After”. \n\n“There’s no way that’s-“ Tonya started. \n\n“That’s right! I’m a proud user of Dem Genes myself, as you can see from my own personal Before-After pictures! On the left of the screen sat a somewhat frumpy, slightly chubby brunette version of Carlie. On the right was the girl that Tonya saw now. \n\nBefore Carlie even continued her sales pitch, Tonya had pulled up the link for Dem Genes on her phone and was scrolling their list of products. If she wanted to be Twix, she knew she had to go all in. \n\n“Hey Ky… my rent might be a little late this month,” the blonde said with a smile as she pressed the “Order Now!” button."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You were there the day the sun changed... You were at the beach, your wife sun bathing, when suddenly her and every other woman there in direct sunlight began to grow curvier...
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"content": "The Pink Sun\n\nPink.\n\nEveryone says I am nuts, that there was no visual effect when Sol entered NGC-8008. A cloud of dust, gas, and radiation so small and fine that we only knew we were on a direct collision course with it six months before we hit. Nothing we could do about it, of course, you can't steer the solar system around a floating cloud of space debris. If it had been an asteroid someone would have probably sent a bunch of aging action heroes to do something about it, but a cloud? Most people just said fuck all.\n\nThe science supported that as the only option too. The cloud wouldn't even hit Earth. It would only reach as far out as Venus at best. Most of it would be sucked into and burned up by the sun. Not enough measurable radiation to be a threat, the experts said. Of course, we now know they were wrong.\n\nPink.\n\nBack then I wasn't really worried about the cloud. I mean all the experts said it was no big deal. So the wife and I didn't cancel our plans for a trip to Hawaii. There was no reason. Just a week of laying on beaches drinking fruity cocktails and swimming in warm tropical water. Not a care in the world. I was at the bar when it all started. I was getting a couple of piña coladas for Laurie and me when I turned back to see her lounging in the sun.\n\nMy wife always took my breath away. She doesn't get it but any time she gets naked around me my brain shuts off. Her firm C cups were still captivating after ten years of marriage, and her cute little butt just begged to be squeezed. Her dark hair was tied up to keep it out of her face as the island breeze blew across the beach. Her gorgeous hazel eyes were hiding behind her shades but as she looked up at me she smiled.\n\nPink.\n\nI swear it was mother fucking PINK! There was a flash of pink light. I learned later I saw that at the exact moment the sun's light began to hit the Earth after it had absorbed about thirty percent of the nebula. Pink. I fucking swear. It made me pause for a second and I had to glance around. For a moment I had thought someone was using flash photography but I didn't see a camera.\n\nThe screams of surprise and shock began moments later. Confused, I turned back to the beach only to see women all over the beach grabbing their chests and butts. To my stunned gaze, I noticed that several women were now wearing bikinis a size or two too small. I love my wife, don't get me wrong but even I would have noticed women dressed like this if they had been wandering the beach all this time.\n\nPink.\n\nThe flash seriously had been pink. What had previously been modest bikinis now seemed like g-string thongs and micro-bikinis. I looked at my wife and was stunned to see she too was changing. Her black bikini now looked ridiculous. I watched in dumbfounded disbelief as her C cups surged up one size then another. The strings of her top cut into expanding tit flesh as her once proportionate breasts grew larger and larger. Soon the tiny triangles of fabric seemed more suited to concealing her nipples like a pair of pasties than a real bathing suit. The vast expanse of breast flesh that stuck out on all sides was straining the already overstuffed top.\n\nMy wife's chest wasn't the only body part affected. Her thighs thickened, her ass expanded, and her hips widened. My wife had always been sexy but now her body seemed like it was a cartoonish parody of a pinup girl. Her once modest bikini bottoms were swallowed as her ass expanded, the fabric disappearing between thick wobbling ass cheeks. The front also seemed inadequate as her pussy plumped, her labia becoming thicker and swollen. I stared in amazement at my wife's crotch as her camel toe swallowed the fabric, her outer labia sticking out around the insufficient fabric.\n\nPink.\n\nWhy the fuck was it pink? All around us people were panicking. Fabric ripped and bathing suits snapped. Women trapped in one-piece suits had to rip the fabric or have their expanding bodies painfully cut into by them. Other women dressed in loose T-shirts now had bulging breasts straining the limits of the fabric as they stared in amazement at their own chests and expanding asses. Every woman was curvier than ever before. Everyone was panicking.\n\nI grabbed Laurie and dragged her back to our room. The flash had to be to blame. That pink light. Once out of the direct sun Laurie's transformation began to slow but the other side effects started to take hold. Even as I tried to figure out what was happening to my wife she tore at my clothing desperate to get to my cock.\n\nPink.\n\nThat was the color of my wife’s newly expanded areola. The only thing that distracted my ravenous wife from trying to get to my cock was the pain in her tits, cunt, and ass as her expanding body finally settled into the new ultra curvy form she now possessed. Hands tore at her clothing, distracted but not unintelligent. Once she managed to untie the straps of her bikini the fabric practically shot as if from a slingshot off her chest. Her bottoms were a different story, the fabric practically swallowed by her cunt and ass she had to pull it free and even that friction against her newly swollen cunt made her moan erotically.\n\nGod, her nipples were so pink. They were larger. Before they were perhaps the size of a half-dollar piece. Now they looked more like saucers. Her nipples were longer, thicker, just… fatter, and pinker than before too. Fuck, pink. I beat myself up at the time for getting maddeningly hard as I took in her new body. I should have been more worried about what was happening to her, not horny because of my wife’s mutated body. But it was hard to think with those pink nipples being shoved in my face. And when my wife spread her legs showing me how delicious wet and…\n\nPink."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A shy, nerd boy is set up on a blind date with a cute tomboy. Midway through their date, he notices she has a """little""" "extra" in her pants. Things start to get interesting soon after.
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"content": "My college associate from my mathematics class said he could set me up with this cute girl from his natural sciences class. I don’t know why he would do this for me as we barely know each other. Maybe it’s some kind of joke, or he just knows how introverted I am and he wants to help me branch out? Whatever the reason I agreed. I want to get out of my shell and what better place to do that than during college? At least that’s what I keep telling myself. So I agreed to meet her.\n\nI get to the coffee shop early wearing my blue shirt with a sci fi tv show program logo on the front, just like I said I’d wear. I order a hot chocolate and sit down at a table and play with my phone nervously as I wait for her to show up. She said she would be wearing a green tank top with a world peace text on the front. I’m so nervous. I don’t know what to say to her when she gets here. Maybe I should just go.\n\nBefore I can make up my mind I see her enter the shop. She’s beautiful. Brown hair, green eyes that match her shirt, 5’8, nice perky b cup tits, and fit. Much better looking than myself I think to myself. What have I gotten myself into?\n\nShe sees me looking at her and she smiles and gives a quick wave before pointing to the coffee bar. She gets in line, orders her coffee and then comes over to the table I’m sitting at.\n\nI stand up and stick my hand out to shake hers but she pushes past my hand and pulls me in for a hug. Her body pressed tight into me as she holds me close and says “Hi! Fred, right? I’m Jenny. It’s nice to meet you. I’m so glad you didn’t stand me up. I was so worried about going on this blind date but I just had a feeling about this one. You know?\n\nShe lets me go and then sits down on the other side of the table. I retake my seat with a blush on my face as I don’t normally get this close to anyone yet alone a cute girl like her. “You’re pretty cute when you blush. Anyone ever tell you that?” Jenny asks.\n\nI blush harder and respond “Ah. No. Not really. And it’s nice to meet you Jenny. I am Fred.”\n\nJenny smiles brightly at my response and asks “So Fred. What do you do for fun?”.\n\n“I mainly study and play video games on my PC when I have the time. What about yourself?” I say as I look down at the table a bit embarrassed about talking about video games first thing.\n\n“That’s cool I guess. I don’t play much games myself. I’m more of a physical person myself. Just last summer I went on a trip to South America and did a bunch of hiking in the rain forests. It was pretty cool. Say… can you look at me. Your eyes are such a deep color of blue. They are very pretty. I don’t think I’ve seen eyes like yours before.” She says with a smile on her face.\n\nAt her comment I look up sharply to look at her more directly. I’m startled by her comment about my eyes and I fumble my phone dropping it under the table. I nervously chuckle and bend under the table to retrieve my phone.\n\nAs I’m getting my phone from under the table I glance up towards Jenny’s lap and notice something that should not be there. It’s an outline in her pants, along the inside of her thigh going to her crotch. Almost as if she has a dick…. But that doesn’t make any sense. My mind begins to race. Is this why the guy in my class set me up with her? He knows she’s really a dude and wanted to punk me or something?\n\nAs I sit up again from under the table I can’t keep my thoughts from my face and Jenny seems to catch the change.\n\n“Oh… did you notice? I was hoping to get through this date before talking about that. Something happened to me on my trip and it’s kind of hard to explain. It’s not what you think it is. It’s easier to show you instead of talking about it. Can I trust you? I know we just met and this is a big ask but there’s something about you that I can’t ignore. I want to explain but I can’t if we can’t trust each other. So what do you say? Can I trust you?” She asks.\n\nI think about it for a bit before slowly nodding my head. I hesitantly say “Yea… I think I can. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: His girlfriend revealed to her female friends, that he has the abbility to make a Womans breast grow by cumming on them. The more cum, the bigger they grow. Now they are having a party to make him cum on them over and over again and to see who can grow the largest.
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"content": "I don’t know how this happened. Was supposed to drop my girlfriend off for the girls' weekend at a cabin in the woods and then head back to the city and enjoy some pizza and beer with the guys. \n\nThe weather didn’t agree. The roads were bad enough on the drive out but once we got to the cabin the weather just opened up and made it impossible for me to leave safely.\n\nNow it’s me and four other cute attractive women stuck in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with a storm overhead. Just me, my girlfriend, and her closest friends. I’ve only heard stories of what the four of them get up to and I’m not sure I want to be around for this gathering. Shit can get weird and wild from what I’ve heard. But here I am.\n\nSo the cast of this adventure in the stormy wilderness is as follows.\n\nMy girlfriend of six months, Rachel. We started dating in the last year of college and have been sticking together ever since. She’s going to be a lawyer. Confident, beautiful black shoulder length hair, Dcup, around 5’9 tall, fit lean body type. Knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to fight for it.\n\nRachel’s childhood best friend, Jenny. She grew up with Rachel and have only recently spent time apart as they went to different colleges. Jenny went to study to be a school teacher. She’s 5’2, auburn hair that reaches the middle of her back, Acup, skinny. Might as well be a little tree twig with how small and skinny she is. The nicest person you could meet. Very happy and lucky.\n\nThen there’s Lisa who joined the group in high school when she moved into the same town as Rachel and Jenny. They hit it off right away and have been inseparable ever since. She’s gone to college for some kind of business degree. She’s 5’8, Bcup, hour shape figure, with red shoulder length hair. She is a bit snarky and loves to play jokes and pranks.\n\nTina is the last of what they like to call the four masters of the universe. She started hanging out with Rachel and Jenny in middle school. Tina didn’t go to college instead choosing to head to the big city and live it up. She’s been bar-tending for the past four years. She’s 5’6, Bcup, Blond curly hair, fit and toned. She loves to flirt and tease everything and everyone.\n\nThat just leaves me. I’m Jack. 6’2, brown buzzed cut hair, clean shaven, my body thin and gangling. I’ve been called a bean pole before. I just finished getting my forensic science degree and currently looking for work.\n\nThe girls all figured that since they were now done with college and summer was just starting they’d get together this weekend and do a good old camp-out like they did in high school before they all had to go find jobs next week.\n\nSo here we are. Rachel and I soaking wet as we just finished our dash from the car to the cabin. Standing in front of the others as they all greet us. All hugs and kisses and tons of loud quick girl talk assaults my eyes and ears as I drip water to the floor.\n\nRachel finally gets around to what's up with me hanging out with them until the storm passes. They all agree that it should be fine. \n\nMe and Rachel head for the only bedroom that’s attached to the bathroom to dry off. \n\nRachel strips out of her wet clothes. The whole time she’s undressing she's also teasing me. Dropping her bra on the floor in front of me and saying “oops”. The constant bumps and grabs as she fake stumbles as she gets out of her pants. All in good fun as we both strip out of our wet clothes.\n\nRachel pulls on another set of clothes from her bag. That’s when we realized with me standing there naked. I don’t have any change of clothes. I wasn’t planning on staying the weekend so there was no need to pack a bag and there’s no way I can fit into anyone else's clothes that are here.\n\nRachel tells me to wait and dashes out the bedroom door. As she leaves she leaves the door open. Open and with a straight line of sight into the rest of the cabin. I can see all three friends and they can all see me. See me standing there naked. In full view. My thick five inch flaccid penis hangs for all to see. I can see and feel all their eyes looking me over in excitement.\n\n“Hey! So, umm, Jack doesn’t have a change of clothes. Does anyone have anything that might fit him?” I hear Rachel ask her friends. I duck behind the door and step into the bathroom getting out of line of sight.\n\nI can hear Tina answer “What? Clothes? He doesn’t need clothes. He can just hang out with us in the buff. It will be great!” I can hear the sexiness in her voice as she suggests this.\n\n“Put it back in your pants Tina.” Rachel answers.\n\n“He could always wear my bathrobe? It might be a bit small on him but it should cover him up.” Says Lisa.\n\n“That will work.” Rachel says as I hear her and Lisa enter the bedroom. I’m peaking my head around the bathroom door as I watch them dig into some bags before pulling out the bathrobe.\n\nThe rob is pink. It’s see through pink. And the length just barely reaches far enough down to cover my dick. I look at Lisa and see the huge shit eating grin on her face as she takes in the robe on my body.\n\n“I suppose you were right that it might be a little small, but you didn’t say anything about it being see through.” I say to Lisa."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It had been a simple bet: corrupt the sweet, innocent freshman into a horny slut. He never dreamed she could turn him into her loving boyfriend.
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"content": "I can't believe just how embarrassing I used to be half a year ago. I used to have a friend named Simon, who used to love this little game. An absorbent amount of money if you did it, and pay if you didn't. A little game of his he always referred to as *Simon Says*. He was the type of guy who would bet a girl to fuck her crush. And well, when he caught me staring at this freshman in my class, I saw his face twist into a demonic smile.\n\nAnd I was all in for it at the time. A stupid bet, but it was a win/win situation. She was going to be my personal slut. Ugh. Alright even saying that embarrasses me now. Seriously! I'm driving to pick her up from volleyball practice, with her favourite iced coffee just so I could spend a little more time with her? What on earth happened to me!\n\nYou know what it is? It's the fact that for as sweet and innocent as she was, you couldn't break that from her. You can't ruin the hopeful optimistic full-blown enthusiasm of someone with utmost ambition.\n\nThe first time I talked to her she managed to disarm my every attempt. I walked up to her and her stare back was a dead giveaway that I would not stumble, but fail hard on this bet. Not that I didn't try, I played all my cards right. She asked me on a date, she had given me her number, **she had placed herself in the palm of my hands.**\n\nAt the time I saw it as a compromise. It was a good start. We had hardly even started but on the first date, out of the two of us, she had completely thrown me for a loop. She was physical, she held my arm, laid their head on my shoulder, opened up to her hopes and dreams, and was so utterly vulnerable.\n\nBut that's exactly why I couldn't do it. If my goal was to stomp out a flame, I instead added fuel and watched it grow threefold. It's strange to want to **want** to see her succeed. To want to keep that flame around, and be as big as it can be.\n\nTo comfort her when she fails, to cheer when she succeeds. And to see her do the same for me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Mostly into girls herself, she'd always been a great wingman for her best friend. When she finds out she likes girls with swelling tummies, she starts pulling him hookups to get pregnant...
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"content": "“Another shot please.” I ask the bartender as I turn to my friend Mary.\n\n“What am I going to do? I don’t know how to be a dad. Let alone to five different women at the same time! I’m so screwed.” I complain to Mary as I kick back my shot of alcohol.\n\n“More like ten pregnancies.” Mary says softly under her breath. “I mean I’ve been spiking your food and drinks for months with fertility drugs. You’re shooting with explosive results with the drugs you’ve been taking.”\n\n“Wait. What was that? I could barely hear you. Something something fertility something explosive something.” I say to her as I signal for another shot.\n\n“I said I know just what to do. We are going to relax tonight and forget everything and have some fun. Let’s find you a girl to help you forget.” Mary replies as she raises her own shot in salut and then slams it back.\n\n“What? No! That’s what got me here in the first place. Five hot sexy women all are having my kids. I don’t need another.” I say in frustration before drinking my shot.\n\n“Fine fine. I get it. Let’s see, first was that 19 year old late night waitress, Kim. You fucked her in the booth of that dinner at like 3am. It was totally hot. You just plowed her into that booth's seat because you almost broke the table first.” Mary says.\n\n“What are you doing?” I ask in confusion. Why is she bringing this up?\n\n“Listing your sex life for the past nine months. You then fucked her a few more times before you moved on.” \n\nMary raises two of her fingers.\n\n“Second was Nikkie. The bartesta at Bumkin Donuts. I think she is 23? Just out of college and looking for her degree job while working at the coffee shop. You bent her over the table and had her eat me out while you fucked her after they closed for the night. Didn’t you fuck her a few other times as well before you moved on to her roommate Zoey after that foursome we had with them? You fucked her in secret while still fucking Nikkie.” Mary ticks her third finger out.\n\nI just shake my head and take another shot.\n\n“Stop. No more.” I say\n\n“No way. How else am I going to get you to go out with me so we can find you a girl if I don’t remind you of all the fun we’ve had.” Mary says as she plays with my arm swinging it back and forth. \n\n“Trust me. You need a night to just let go. Like that time with Tina when we had sex on the school bus? She's a mechanic for the school buses right? That’s how she got us in there so we could play out your fantasy of fucking on the bus. We made such a mess.” Mary says before asking for a beer.\n\n“Yea that was fun. I always wanted to fuck on the bus when I was a horny teenager.” I say as I remember that night and how I ended up fucking her a couple more times. And now she’s going to have my kid!\n\n“Fuck! What am I going to do? Five!” I say before I drink the shot in front of me.\n\n“Oh what about that stripper? Lacy! The one with the perky tits” Mary says as she holds her hands up to her own large chest and pushes them together for me to see.\n\n“Yea she made me cum so hard, and so often that night. I didn’t know someone could bend like that and still be OK afterward. Glad she’s not pregnant.”\n\n“Yea there is that! She’s not pregnant. And we had a great time just having fun. Come on. Let’s do it again and just forget about all the kid stuff until tomorrow.”\n\n“OK. Fine. You win. Let’s have some fun. Did you have anyone in mind?” I drink the shot in front of me.\n\n“You bet. See that hotty down at the end of the bar? Blond, high heels, skirt and blouse. The one that looks like she could be a lawyer? She keeps glancing our way. Let's buy her a drink.” \n\nMary says as she nods her head behind her towards the blond. She's standing by herself drinking water. She seems a bit nervous as she keeps fidgeting. I catch her glancing our way. \n\nI smile at Mary and nod my head before drinking the shot in front of me and head across the bar following Mary.\n\n-=Thirty Minutes Earlier=-\n\n“You got the money?” Mary says as she holds out her hand.\n\n“Yeah. Right here. All $10,000.00. And you're sure I’ll get pregnant?” The blond woman asks as she hands over a yellow envelope to Mary.\n\nMary takes it and gives it a quick check before placing it in her purse.\n\n“Oh yea. He’s been on a secret drug regimen that extremely increases his fertility. He’s gotten ten different women pregnant in the past six months.” Mary says.\n\n“Look. I can tell you are having second thoughts. It’s the insemination right? Your gay and you’ve never had sex before. It’s perfectly fine. Normal. I’ll be there the whole time and it will be great. I’ll walk you through everything.\n\n“Now remember. The donor will act like he has no idea that he’s a donor. It’s some weird thing in his contract. Also why the insemination is sex instead of at a lab, it’s in his contract.” Mary shrugs at this point before continuing explaining.\n\n“You will sit here. I’ll be down there. He’ll come in and stand with me. We’ll talk a bit, drink some. While we are doing this I want you drinking water, baby, and glancing at us. At some point I’ll bring him over and introduce you. We will act like we are just meeting for the first time, that you want to branch out, try something new, and go from there to a pleasant three day weekend of fucking and by the end of it you’ll be pregnant.”"
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"content": "(Note: Semi-detailed transformation, but no sex, at least not yet.)\n\n\"Hey babe, you got some mail.\" Tiff lazily held up a beige envelope as Dylan walked through the front door of their studio apartment, smiling faintly as she did. \n\n\"Mail, like, physical mail?\" Dylan hopped over the back of the couch, plopping down into the seat next to her as he took the envelope from her hands. \"Who from?\"\n\n\"Rainier Women's Magic College.\" Tiff snickered as she leaned against him, laying her head on his shoulder.\n\n\"Rainier Women's... oh. Wait, seriously, they replied?\"\n\n\"Well, you sent in an application, didn't you?\"\n\n\"Yeah, sure, when all I read was they were top-ranked in the state.\" Dylan began carefully opening the envelope, frowning. \"How was I supposed to know they only accepted women?\"\n\n\"Uh, the name, brochure, website, fine print, basically everywhere it's a 'Women's College'. Wasn't subtle babe.\"\n\n\"I just assumed it was honorary!\" He finally managed to crack the letter open, pulling out the folded up paper. \"Wonder how they'll turn me down.\"\n\n\"Dear dumbass...\"\n\nDylan shook his head, smiling playfully and kissing her on the cheek. \"I'm serious.\"\n\n\"Then just read it babe. The suspense of your rejection is killing me.\"\n\n\"Alright, alright. Here...\"\n\n'Dear Mx. Redwood,\n\nAs one of the few AMAB applicants that our college receives per year, we are thrilled to be your choice in taking such a major step in your life.\n\nTo get this out of the way, you're in. In fact, you've been awarded the Lucy Hicks Anderson Transition scholarship, to help you make this next step. Aside from covering your first two years of study, the scholarship also covers the cost of the transfiguration spell. As such...'\n\nDylan stopped reading there. Blinking, he looked at Tiff, who only blinked back at him. \"So... they...\"\n\n\"Accepted you. With a pretty big scholarship. But only...\"\n\n\"If I...\n\n\"Turn into a girl.\"\n\nMore staring. Then Tiff started laughing, curling up on the couch. \"Oh holy shit, that's incredible! Oh damn.\"\n\nDylan just glanced between her and the letter, shaking slightly. \"I...\"\n\nIn a moment, Tiff noticed his face. How he was trembling. Sitting up, she realized this was serious. \"Babe, are you... considering this?\"\n\n\"I... well... it's a lot of money and... I mean, it's a top 10 school so...\"\n\nTiff's eyes widened, and she quickly wrapped him in a hug. \"Oh holy shit, I'm so sorry. I thought-\"\n\n\"I- it's okay, Tiff. I would have laughed too. But... I mean...\"\n\n\"You'd be okay with being a woman?\"\n\n\"I mean, it's just for... y'know, as long as I'm attending. Right? I- would you be okay with it?\"\n\n\"Babe, I'm bi as fuck. This is about you. Do you think its worth it?\"\n\n\"I... yeah. I guess I do.\"\n\n\"Well shit.\"\n\n\"Yeah... shit.\"\n\n\"Well.\" Tiffany gently kissed him on the cheek. \"I'll be there for you babe. Whatever you choose.\"\n\n\"Thanks babe.\" He wrapped her tight in a hug. \"But I know what I choose.\""
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