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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Something kinky between two women
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"content": "Jaz and Emily were 2 completely different roomates, Jazz was the firery ditzy one, always having fun and out having a blast. Emily was a tall girl with her head always focused on studying, too shy to party, something Jazz hated because she believed Emily to be the hottest girl on campus.\n\nSo when Emily said she was gonna spend the holiday weekend off studying Jazz couldn't take it anymore, she was going to make sure that Emily was going to get a date, even if it means using a possession spell"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] School based prompts for college - Lesbian and Trans prompts preferred (not necessary)
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"content": "You are trying to navigate being “out” for the first time so you get a thrifted denim jacket with a bunch of pins, mostly because it has a flag pin of what you identify as. What you don’t realize is a lot of those pins have words you don’t understand and you’re labeling yourself and your kinks as you’re walking around on campus.\n\nWhen you’re cramming for finals at three am, you stand in front of the vending machine in the library and stand face to face in front of a cute upperclassman who takes compliments your jacket, and lets you know it was theirs. \n\nYou two decide to “study” in one of the private group study rooms and see how many pins you have in common"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [cc]Threesome from starting off watching
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"content": "Formatting and grammar, but those can always be touched up.\n\nThere's a whole lot of mechanical focus in this piece, a lot of what's going on in the moment-by-moment, and all very quickly, too. We know that our main character is watching, we know that he's aroused, but the scene could have slowed down significantly and used some more descriptive flourishes to add some gravity to the sex.\n\nIt may be a little too purple for some people, but maybe something about how a blush covers their chests and backs as they get down to business. How the sweat builds and runs down their bodies. What kind of sounds fill the room? Does our lead's mouth go dry or does he drool in anticipation? What does our lead's cum taste like in his own mouth? How does her throat feel?\n\nPhysical descriptors would also help. What are their body types? Is the girl top-heavy, bottom-heavy, lean, chubby, athletic, or absolutely jacked? Is the lead a 6 foot 9 inch titan stroking a foot long cock while his wife is losing her mind over a 5 foot 6 guy with a less than average pecker what she can actually receive without a trip to the emergency room?\n\nWhat dirty things does everyone say to each other? Is the lead a submissive cuck, just happy that his partner is being satisfied? Or a jock cock whose calling her a slut while his bro rails her from behind? What's her relationship with the guy? Shy and unfamiliar, casual and flirty, or actively lustful? And who's he? A friend or neighbor? Does he have a wife, or kids, what does he do for a living and how would any of these affect the way he's treating the woman he's having sex with or the man sitting down watching them?\n\nMaybe he's the college ex who wants to prove she made a mistake for leaving and fuck her cross-eyed in front of her fiancée. Maybe she's the girl of the friend trio and has finally convinced her childhood friends to spit roast her and they all have a playful time with it. Maybe our lead is pent up and frustrated, emotionally damaged from the fact that he can't truly satisfy his wife but far too aroused at the thought of her being with someone else to properly handle his own emotions. Maybe the dudes are more attracted to each other than to her and are just peacocking to impress the other. Maybe she hate's them both but needs some quick cash.\n\nThere's nothing wrong with the events as you have them written, but we need to get more of a feel for what the characters are going through during the sex. Intercourse is physical, but it's also deeply emotional and mental, too. And sexual encounters can be layered and nuanced far beyond surface-level horniness.\n\nNot that it usually bothers me, but the location for this one got to me, too. It's a bedroom--as stated in the opening--but the only part of the room mentioned is the chair. I get that there's no real benefit to describing every thread of the rug, every scuff along the wooden frame of the bed, or the discount they got on the curtains, but something to give the environment a bit of character wouldn't go amiss.\n\nMaybe he has a picture of his grandmother on the wall that he has to turn away. Maybe he almost forgets to shut the curtains. Maybe they have sex toys under the bed.\n\nLast thing; maybe fewer positions. Just a solid two-to-three, very thoroughly described with a lot of descriptors of physical, mental, and emotional responses would go a long way."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Thanks to a wish from a genie, her friend has a magical field that makes girls want to sleep with him. She's fully aware of it, but she's decided she doesn't mind. The sex is pretty good anyway.
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"content": "Tom Andrews was, to put it mildly, a sex God. At the age of 19, he'd found a genie, and used his 3 wishes for some good old fashioned perversion. He 3 chosen wishes were:\n\nFirstly, to have an extremely sexy body that was always ready for action. This had meant perfectly toned muscles, a footlong cock with matching testicles, a perfectly rounded ass, and a handsome face. But it also bestowed some more supernatural enhancements. He was permanently youthful, with his body staying buff no matter how much he ate or how little he worked out. His penis was permanently erect. He had no refractory periods, and his balls held a limitless amount of semen. He also could not impregnate anyone.\n\nSecondly, he wished to have amazing sexual prowess. He knew everything there was to know about pleasuring anyone. Anyone he had sex with, he would give them the most intense, multi-orgasmic experience they've ever had. No exceptions. He knew your body better than you did. He knew how to make you cum for hours, or edge you. Or both at once.\n\nFinally, he wished that any woman within 5 metres of him would be overwhelmed with the desire to have sex with him. From that moment on, any woman, without except, could not resist him. The instant she got within 5 metres, she would want nothing more than to fuck him. Tom had quickly worked out how to use this to his advantage for non-sexy things. He found a few wealthy ladies, got close to them, and had them give him rather generous financial gifts as payment for allowing them to fuck him. Of course, as soon as he left, they came to their senses, but he already had what he wanted.\n\nTom had been over at his friend Sarah's house when he'd made the wishes, and she'd been with him. She was about to object to his last wish, but before she could, it was done, and she was too busy begging for his cock. The next morning she'd woken up and been furious at him, having come to her senses since he'd left in the night. She'd called him up and shouted down the phone at him, but eventually he'd managed to calm her down and get her to admit she liked it.\n\nSince then, Tom's life had been one of non-stop pleasure. He could have any woman he wanted, and very often did. And that naturally included Sarah, who regularly went over to Tom's place to enjoy his skills.\n\nThat was 30 years ago. It's now Sarah's 50th birthday. Although she's showing her years now, Tom is not, still looking exactly as he did the day he made that wish. Sarah had aged a lot, and she was well beyond what Tom would normally waste his time with, but she was his lifelong friend. He always found time for her, and today he'd promised her a day of amazing sex in celebration of her 50th birthday.\n\nSarah moaned and groaned, orgasming virtually non-stop as Tom fucked her from behind. She, like every other woman on Earth, was his sex slave. And she loved it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: This is NOT what I meant by ‘take care’ of my sisters while I’m out!
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"content": "[Lesbian][incest] Don't know how proud I am of this one, but here goes\n\n\nDanni, I’m home!” I looked up as I hear my girlfriend, Julie, walk in. She is a legal assistant for a mutual friend's law firm, while I write novels. Only 25 and I’ve already written two best-selling novels. Julie likes to joke that I’m destined to become her trophy wife since I don’t otherwise work. I stand up to go welcome her home. Only 5 feet compared to my 5’ 6”, it is always hard for me not to gush over her adorableness. Even when first started dating ten years ago I found it hard to resist. Especially when she was dressed for work, in a white blouse with a tan vest and matching skirt. Her curly brown hair came down to her shoulders. She was always much better kept than me. I always made sure to shower, but my blonde hair was always a perpetual mess. I hadn’t gotten a haircut since we got our house three years ago, so by now it came down to my lower back. I met Julie at the door taking her briefcase and pecking her on the cheek. “How are my sisters doing?”\r\n\n\r\nA few days ago, Julie's sisters, Sammi and Blake moved in with us. Sammi was the youngest and preparing to start her first semester of college in the area, while Blake was a year older than Sammi and working to grow an internet following. I’ve been helping her primarily with script writing and analyzing stories. While Blake wasn’t kicked out or forced to get a job, their parents didn’t really understand her goals, so she asked to move in with us to get out of the stifling environment. Julie and I were happy to let the two move in, especially me after my adorable girlfriend confessed some of her desires with me. “I took good care of them, just like you asked,” I answered as Julie took off her coat. “They're hanging out in the basement if you want to check on them.”\r\n\n\r\nJulie walked downstairs while I checked the freezer for something to prepare for dinner. I had forgotten to set some meat down to thaw yesterday and we were out of simple things to cook. Guess we were ordering out tonight. I was about to call downstairs when Julie yelled up first. “Danni, could you come down here and explain what I’m looking at?” I knew exactly what she was talking about. With a smile on my face I bounded downstairs to see Julie looking at my handiwork. Sammi and Blake were both tied and gagged hanging from the ceiling. Their modest chests were accentuated by the tight rope. Sammi had an embarrassed blush on her face while Blake looked incredibly needy. Both were almost adorable as their older sister. They shared Julie’s curly, brown hair, but Sammi’s was shorter while Blake's was longer. Sammi was also an inch shorter than Julie while Blake towered over her sisters at 5” 3’. I towered over them all of course. Julie looked at me angrily, but I knew once I explained, her anger wouldn’t last.\r\n\n\r\n“Oh yeah, well you asked me to take care of your sisters,” I said, “and I remembered what we talked about the other night.\"\r\n\n\r\n“I meant make sure they were settling in alright!” Julie screamed. I frowned. “What have you been doing to them all day?”\r\n\n\r\n“Nothing you or they didn’t want,” I explained. “Check these.” I gestured over to two journals, belonging to Sammi and Blake respectively. Julie began to look through them. “I went upstairs to see if they needed help unpacking and instead, I found them eating each other out,” I continued, “Sammi tried to make excuses, while Blake got angry and tried to act tough. So I handcuffed and collared them and tied their leashes down here.” Julie blushed as she read their journals. “And then I went back upstairs and read what you’re reading now. Sammi has been having dreams about being my toy. She’s a closet masochist. Blake on the other hand had been lusting after both you and Sammi, and was the real reason she wanted to move in. Kind of makes me wish I had sisters. I kept them teased all day, so close and yet so far from their orgasms. I set up cameras too, so we can go back and watch how they were doing. I’m tempted to upload the footage to the internet. Or maybe just send it to their parents.” The two tied girls blushed profusely at these suggestions. \n\r\n\r\n“B-but what about me?” Julie asked. Her voice nearly broke my heart, but when she turned to look at me, I could see the lust in her eyes. I smiled and pulled her in for a kiss.\r\n\n\r\n“I heard what you told me last week. You had been interested in BDSM and bondage for awhile now, so I started getting things ready. You also told me how you were embarrassed to do this alone.” Julie looked up at me with those adorable eyes of hers. Blake and Sammi hung there squirming, but even they seemed to find this moment tender. “Would you like to join your fellow pets now? They haven’t been allowed to cum all day. I wanted you to have first taste between the two of us. “\n\r\n\r\nJulie nodded as she undressed. She unbuttoned her white blouse, while I followed suit. I took off my t-shirt, exposing my orange sized breasts. I was tall and lanky, so my chest was closer to the size of Sammi and Blake’s smaller noboobs, while Julie had a little bit bigger bust. A bust that was now exposed after undoing her bra. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor while I pulled down my shorts. Except for socks, I never wore more than two articles of clothing at home, if even that, so I was left in my purple stockings. I liked the feel of them on my legs, and the looks my girlfriend would give them. Speaking of whom, Julie had just straightened up after pulling down her panties. She stepped out of he clothes while I got some rope. Julie knew that I had an interest in bondage ever since I needed to research it for a novel, so she wasn’t surprised I already knew how to the tying. I wrapped the rope tightly around her breasts, making them look even fuller. I continued by tying and cris-crossing the rope around her stomach, leaving her arms free for now. I looped some of the rope through her crotch tightly and made sure there was a knot to tease her, but I also made sure I could easily get it out of my way when it was time for me to eat my dessert. \n\r\n\r\n“Just one more thing,” I said as I walked to a small end table. I opened the drawer and pulled out a final collar. This one was more ornate than the ones I put around Sammi and Blake’s necks; it had a small diamond encrusted heart emblem on it. The tag had one more surprise on it, and my heart skipped a beat. This was going to be one for the history books. I mentally shook my head and turned back toward Julie. I know I read the situation right. As admittedly crazy as this was, I had confidence this would go well. I stepped toward my girlfriend to show her the collar, and specifically the ID tag. The other two said “Danni's Good Girl\" but this one identified Julie as something else. She teared up as I brought myself down on one knee and asked “will you be wife and pet?”\r\n\n\r\n“Yes! A thousand times, yes!” she cried tears of joy. Excitedly, I sprang to my feet and fastened the collar around her neck. Sammi and Blake started to cry too, though I don’t know if that was from joy or sexual frustration. I finally moved over and helped them down from my hanging contraption and ungagged them. They were still bound, just waiting for us to have our way with them. “Now, why don’t you spread Blake out while I work on Sammi and we enjoy our first meal as fiancées?” Julie said with a wink."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's National Nude Day!
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"content": "Amanda walked out of the precinct onto the street and felt the heat shimmering off of the pavement; the bare skin of her arms and her face glistened with sunscreen, hastily applied, and the humidity in the air made her heavy black uniform cling to her chest.\n\n\"You don't *have* to go into work today, you know,\" Anthony had told her. \"You already have plenty of overtime this week. And if you do go in, you don't *have* to go out naked.\"\n\nWell, fuck Anthony, first of all. He was insecure, but it was *her* body, not her boyfriend's. And it was *her* job, not her boyfriend's. What the fuck did Anthony do all day, anyway?\n\nAnyway, she *wasn't* naked, but not because her boyfriend was insecure. The Chief had given strict instructions; no officers would participate in National Nude Day, but they would all be out on patrol to make sure everybody enjoyed the holiday safely.\n\nAmanda only lived a mile away from the precinct, and she was chosen to spend her shift on the banks of the river. The riverfront was very familiar to her; she went jogging there almost every day (although she was usually wearing considerably less than the heavy uniform she wore now), and she was very fond of the quiet, boring neighborhood. But today she was immediately amazed by the number of people out and about in varying stages of undress; there must have been fifty people on the small slice of the riverbank, all participating in the new holiday.\n\nAmanda looked around and smiled at the citizens as she passed; a group of sorority girls baring their breasts on the lawn, laying down to get a tan. A group of middle aged office workers, uncomfortably but excitedly making small talk and trying not to look too hard at each other's bodies. A small pack of young men playing a game of pickup basketball; Amanda's gaze lingered a second too long, and she shifted her clothes uncomfortably.\n\nShe was sweating, now, but the heat wasn't *quite* unbearable. And besides, it was interesting seeing people she knew in such a new environment. One of Amanda's old jogging partners ran by, wearing a sports bra and nothing else. The Chinese exchange student who lived off-campus next door waved at Amanda, a little embarrassed, and Amanda made note of a hairy pussy and an *excellent* ass.\n\nAnd then she rounded a corner, and she frowned as she heard a familiar sound. Skin slapping on skin and a shuddering moan; a young couple, evidently overwhelmed by the sexual tension, had decided to fuck right there on the grass, totally indifferent to all the people watching them!\n\n\"Hey, cut that out,\" said Amanda. She walked over and flashed her badge.\n\nThe young man pulled out of his visibly disappointed lover, and Amanda tried not to stare at his dick.\n\n\"C'mon, Officer Frigid. I thought it was legal today.\"\n\n\"I'm *not* frigid,\" said Amanda, immediately and defensively. \"And nudity is legal. Public sex isn't.\"\n\n\"If nudity is legal, then why are you all bundled up?\" said the young man.\n\n\"Johnny, stop it,\" said his girlfriend, but Amanda wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily.\n\n\"I'll be naked as soon as I'm off duty,\" said Amanda. \"But for now, I'm working. I can't get distracted.\"\n\n\"Oh, so you think being naked in public is sexy?\" said the well-endowed young man.\n\n\"That's not...\" Amanda started to protest, and then she thought about it. Actually, it did seem a little sexy. \"I don't have time for this. I need your names...\"\n\n\"Ah, sorry. I left my wallet in my pants,\" said the young man, grinning wickedly.\n\nA crowd was forming now.\n\n\"*Leave them alone, bitch*,\" somebody yelled.\n\n\"*Come on, you stupid whore. You're ruining the holiday*.\"\n\n\"I'm not ruining anything,\" said Amanda, looking around at the crowd.\n\n\"*I see sweat stains under your pits, you dumb bimbo. How did you get on the force, anyway?*\"\n\n\"Oh, shut up,\" said Amanda.\n\n\"You're really going to give me a hard time for fucking my girl, on National Nudity Day, and you're not even going to take out your tits?\" said Johnny.\n\nAmanda scowled... but she had to admit he *did* have a point. Her face burning, and not just with the sun, she unbuttoned her black uniform top, and her tits flopped out into the hot summer air.\n\n\"*Ha! The slut wasn't even wearing any underwear!*\" came a voice, and the crowd laughed riotously.\n\n\"I *am* wearing underwear, thank you very much,\" said Amanda, and she dropped her pants to reveal her pink lacy thong, just to prove she was *not* frigid and *not* a dumb whore...\n\nIt was the wrong move. The crowd laughed even harder... what did they want from her, anyway? She kicked off her pants and turned to show off her body, and then she turned back to Johnny, who was smirking.\n\n\"You're lucky I don't arrest you two right here,\" she said, and she took a step forward. \n\nAnd then she did something impulsive; she reached out and grabbed Johnny's dick.\n\n\"My tits are much better than Plain Jane's, by the way,\" said Amanda, thrusting her chin at the girl who Johnny had been fucking.\n\n\"Well you got that right,\" said Johnny, and he brought his hands to Amanda's breasts and squeezed, hard.\n\n\"Hey!\" Yelled his girlfriend.\n\nBut Amanda didn't protest. She could easily get both of her hands on his cock, and she'd still have an inch or two of room to stroke... so that's what she did.\n\n\"You'd better take me seriously...\"\n\n\"Oh, I am now,\" said Johnny, grinning.\n\nAnd he kissed Amanda, and the crowd cheered, and Johnny's girlfriend cried out in despair.\n\n\"Alright, you two are coming with me,\" said Amanda, her heart now pounding.\n\nJohnny looked smug, and his girlfriend looked miserable, but Amanda was frustrated, and she was wet. Fuck them for disrespecting her in public like that.\n\nShe shoved them both into the back of her squad car... and then she crawled in the back with them.\n\n\"Please stop this,\" said the girl, nearly in tears. But Amanda said nothing, and she simply squatted over the girl's boyfriend and guided his massive cock towards her own pussy. Amanda considered stopping to put a condom on the stranger, and she was a little insecure that she might smell after standing around and sweating all afternoon. But none of that seemed to matter as Johnny grinned and thrust his hips and that gigantic cock filled her up.\n\n\"Oh, Johnny, how could you?\" wailed the girl.\n\nBut Johnny ignored her; Amanda rode his cock like an animal in heat, bracing herself against the front seats and slamming her hips down against the well-hung man. Her lacy thong hung around one ankle, forgotten, and every thrust into her needy pussy washed another wave of pleasure across her.\n\n\"Oh fuck, keep doing that. Your ass is like art, officer. Keep throwing that ass back,\" Johnny was saying, but she hardly heard him.\n\n\"The door is unlocked,\" said Amanda, a moan escaping her throat. \"Get out, you stupid whore. You wanted to get fucked in public and now I'm fucking your boyfriend better than you.\"\n\nSobbing, the girl threw open the squad car door, and Amanda turned around to face Johnny, with one hand on the roof and one hand on the seat behind him.\n\n\"Officer, *you're* the stupid whore,\" Johnny said, and Amanda stopped riding him for a second.\n\n\"What's that supposed to mean?\"\n\n\"Look around you. There's about fifty fucking people watching you impale yourself on my cock. You're going viral.\"\n\n\"Oh shut up and fuck me harder,\" said Amanda.\n\nShe thought of Anthony, and she supposed that he had been right to be insecure about National Nudity Day...\n\n...\n\n\"Amanda! You'd better get in my office.\"\n\nAn angry voice called out from the Chief's room the moment she returned from her shift.\n\nAnd before she did as the Chief said, she stripped out of that lacy pink thong altogether. Maybe that would save her job?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A holiday party! Most of the cupcakes that the girls brought over from their dorms were simple delicious treats. As per tradition, one would change the boy who ate it, permanently, into a girl who would be going home with her new sisters after the "party games..."
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"content": "The local 'institute', a smallish community college, upgraded into a full on University after building a set of Dormitories. The buildings weren't quite coed; the men were on the same hall as the women, however there was a fire door between the sexes. The clever little fucks disabled the open door sensor so it might as well have been coed with the women using the men's showers in the morning rush getting ready for class.\n\nThe women usually made up for this inconvenience by feeding the men on Saturday night when the Cafeteria was closed for the weekend. Middle of the Spring term, they brought over a buffet style pot luck with each of the women cooking a dish. There was one set of roommates that were hard core scientist, one a Chemistry Major while the other was a Biology Major. They ran across the paper by Sam Kriegman et al. in the *Proceedings of the Natural Academy of Sciences* that detailed Biological Machines derived from a Frog. Hanna had mentioned after reading it that the Green Frog (Rana clamitans) can change genders. These two idea kept them up at nights until it didn't.\n\nThey baked a batch of cupcakes and folded in their 'machines' into the icing of one cupcake. The machines had to bypass the digestive system, so it wasn't enough the guy ate it. He had to hold the icing long enough in his mouth for it to be absorbed bucolically. They studied mentalist techniques in their off time. Johnny, not his real name, they found was the easiest to manipulate. They started with his drink of choice during those Saturday meals; moved on to his clothing choices. They argued if they made him, or he already had tendencies for ass play. He was the smallest of they males which is why they chose him in the first place.\n\nOn that fateful Saturday night, they chatted him up while the buffet was being set up guaranteeing he'd pick that cupcake by mentioning items related to the cupcake's icing out of context no matter however silly it seemed to them at the time. It worked, he picked the right cupcake. Now all they had to do was get him to '**savor**' the icing. Morgan took care of that bit by kissing him. They were pretty sure the 'machines' wouldn't affect a biological female.\n\nThe hallway fell silent watching the show. She pulled him close and leaned down into his upturned face for the deepest kiss. Everyone could tell she was the aggressor. Hanna was impressed she could suppress her gag response to feeling the chewed food in his mouth. Hanna was the one to charge into the bathroom as she lost her meal. She claimed it was too much drink, but her floor-mates pegged her as bulimic. They were in two different camps, ones that teased her, or tried to keep her from 'getting sick'.\n\nJohnny on the other hand didn't have any recollection of that or any part of That Saturday. Hanna and Morgan didn't predict that side effect but knew he would sleep through the process. Morgan's kiss laid the ground work for the subterfuge of taking him back to their dorm room after dinner as their planned cover story. He slept for days and days; people were starting to ask them what happened to him after he didn't show up for Monday's classes. They said he took ill, just needing some rest.\n\nJoan, aka Johnny, woke up in Hanna's bed on Wednesday. She rolled up to sit on the edge of the bed-frame and looked down feeling the diaper between her thighs. Her hands went to her chest and cupped her B-cup breasts. \"What the fuck!\" her voice was stiff and cracked yet was in a female range. \"Holy Shit! Hey!\" She reached across the room to shake Morgan's shoulder as she held Hanna in the little spoon position. \"Wake UP!\"\n\n\"Hmm, what?\"\n\n\"**Look At Me! LOOK!**\"\n\nHer eyes squinted, fluttered, then squeezed tight as she stretched her body out. Her eyes opened in time to see her arm reaching out for her again. Morgan impulsively pulled her down between Hanna and herself on the single bed where Hanna almost fell off before Morgan could twist Joan into a missionary position under her. Joan's mouth was covered with Morgan's. Hanna was just aware enough to unseal the adhesive tabs on the diapers and was relieved they weren't soiled when she tossed them onto the floor. Joan used her hands to caress and explore Morgan's body, concentrating on her waist, tracing the leather strap around to her belly landing on the strap on poking at her newly formed sex.\n\nJoan moaned, 'no', into Morgan's covering mouth. Hanna's fingers teased, twisting Joan's nipples that modified the moan into one of a guttural pleasure. Hanna wasn't left handed and did her best to tease the new clit as her mouth and tongue teased Joan's nipple. Her cherry was putting up a strong defense, so Hanna knew what was coming next as Morgan's lips kissed Joan's face to her ear. A nibble bite of the ear was they way Morgan had her partner distract her from having her cherry broken years ago. They had spent the previous few days with Joan passed out, talking about who'd get to pop her cherry. They agreed that it was up to chance, probability, the way the fundamental quantum world works.\n\nHanna rolled off the bed only after Joan figured out how to relax into her orgasm. She shook out her hand standing and looking down, watching Morgan roll Joan over so she was on top giving Hanna her opportunity for glory. Morgan felt the lube ooze around the base of the dildo and across both of her outer lips. She peeked up at Hanna around Joan's head while she kept up kissing Joan. Hanna grinned and shrugged in reply before climbing back onto the bed between both of their legs. Joan broke the kiss with deep inhale as Hanna's strap-on was just pushing into her asshole.\n\n\"Welcome to womanhood slut,\" Joan heard from behind her.\n\n\"Oh Gawd, no, please.\" It was Morgan's finger on Joan's clit now that pulled the next moan from her.\n\n\"What a good girl,\" Morgan cooed, \"just relax, we've got you.\" She breathed easier when her head lay on her shoulder as Morgan moved to nuzzle her exposed neck. Hanna began breathing heavy with the effort of humping herself into Joan's bottom. It was a glorious chorus of heavy breathing and moans accentuated with the aroma of lube and their own excited pussies. They knew Joan was sold when her hands stretched out to push against the desk that served as the bed's headboard. Joan collapsed limp onto Morgan signalling them to freeze in place. Hanna's dildo was the first to be expelled from Joan's body."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a mammal in the draconic empire, your place in the social order is only above the kobolds, as "Sex Pet/Hot Water Bottle".
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"content": "Samuel twitched as an Anthragon pulled the leather straps tighter, immobilising him on the hard chilled chair. Samuel was naked, except for the black collar around his neck. Samuel looked around, Anthragon engineers darted around, checking if the grand machine had any breaks. \n\nMaster peered down at Samuel, his eyes had that cheeky look. Samuel looked up at Master, his heart filled with warmth: Master had saved him and he was grateful. Samuel could still remember his old master: a human lord. He could recall the crack of the lord's whip and the streams of blood that always came pouring out. And then Master had come from the skies, carrying Samuel far away.\n\n\"Don't worry Sammy, Master's machine won't hurt a bit, you're just going to be a bit soggy.\" Master reassured as an oxygen tube was fixed around Samuel's nose. Samuel nodded, his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue. \n\n\"Is the device ready?!\" Master boomed out to the engineering team.\n\n\"Yes sir, the device is ready!\" The lead engineer replied.\n\n\"Then let us begin! Summon the Mistress!\" Commanded Master.\n\nMaster's steps were like a great thunder storm. The Master inserted his RedWood of a penis into a long metallic cylinder. Master turned his head right: \"Begin the power up!\" Samuel turned his head to, he saw a dozen large wheels. A bitter smell creeped over, so strong that he could taste it, Kobolds. A series of fast zaps and squeals emanated from the wheels which started turning.\n\nThe metal cylinder around Master's Penis started to shift back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and for... \" Ugh! Ugh!\" Master moaned. \n\nA white liquid shot out of Master's Penis, coating Samuel. Samuel happily gulped down the white, salty, slimy liquid that landed in his mouth. \n\nMaster panted: \"So... Okay! Have a Kobold untie Sammy and let the Mistress have some fun.\"\n\nSamuel looked up, giddy thinking about the fun he will have with Mistress."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Male POV stories to show off my writing skills.
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"content": "1. A young mercenary takes a simple job as a guard for a store. Over the course of his contract he gets rather close to the gorgeous store owner.\n\n2. You've noticed the ship's female-psyche-based AI has been acting somewhat strange lately, addressing you with a sweet voice and using her holographic projections to make passes at you.\n\n3. \"Pfft! No guy would PAY money to get his head squished, right?\" Your friend can't hear you, he's drowning in plush holstaur thigh-meat."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: male orgasm restriction implant worldbuilding roleplay
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"content": "So, on the smallest scale, I think you could probably analog all of the activities that currently exist with remote toys onto the Orgasm Restriction Implant (ORI). I'm picturing the same type of restriction play that exists with cages, edging, etc. \n\nYour point of \"certain pockets of society\" is particularly tantalizing. Especially when one considers how widespread adoption is really just a numbers game at a certain point, so it's not unreasonable to assume ORI could have big implications. \n\nWhile you say it isn't intended to punish, I do think there would be parents who see the potential to make sex undesirable for their children and who would probably try and outfit them with ORI \"until they're ready to accept the consequences\" or whatever. That would, of course, lead to a zeitgeist defined by the children who grew up in that period and how their world's were shaped by it. \n\nI can only speculate, but I'd assume they'd probably have a lot of analogues with modern Japanese culture. Here's the logic: Presumably anyone willing to regulate their child's orgasms would have strong values that permitted such acts; Presumably those values would focus on Puritanism and censorship; and, presumably, another part of the culture would not have gone through that experience, making it a niche problem.\n\nOh, that just made me think of all the survivorship stuff that would be associated with it, like group therapy and job placement and whatever. Also, consider how many gurus would come out of the NoFap woodwork to hock 21-day orgasm-free retreats and team building and similar crap. \n\nOkay, so all we've really done so far is make connections between existing things and the ORI. But what new things would be birthed from the ORI? \n\nDo you remember the movie Envy? There was a plot in there about inventing a spray can that made dog poop disappear. It sold like hotcakes, but eventually protests mounted against the company as more and more people asked the question, \"where does the poop go?\" Now take that same concept and apply it to the ORI: \n\nWhere does the sexual energy go? Does it build up over time? Are there actual physiological problems that occur when the reproductive system isn't engaged for long periods, or when it is \"phantom-engaged?\" Can the ORI malfunction to change the answer to any of these questions? Can it \"bank\" sexual energy for later release? \n\nThis last question is particularly provocative because if the answer is yes, then why not batteries? Transferring orgasms to other people? Enslaving them and endlessly pleasuring them to fuel an empire? Or just, like, consensual abstinence. For college tuition or whatever. That's as close as I can get to something unique to the ORI anyway."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Opening the cursed book was a mistake. The demon enclosed within has taken over your body. You feel weak,sweat profusely and has incredibly high senses. The only way to satiate the demon is to fuck whoever it asks you to.....
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"content": "The ceiling was still spinning, the book laying open upon the table before me as I slowly pulled myself upright in my chair, bringing my hands to my head to try to cure my sudden dizziness. *What the heck happened?* I’d found this curious book on the library shelf and just sat down to read it when- wait…. *Why are these pages blank?*\n\nI flipped through the book, turning page after page… blank… blank… blank. Every page blank. I shook my head, *had they been that way before?* I didn’t think so. The cover still looked the way I remembered it. Weird.\n\n***Fuck her***\n\nWhat the? My hands dropped from my head as I looked around wide eyed, finding no-one nearby to explain the deep baritone voice that sounded like it was right next to me. The nearest person to me was a young woman seated several tables away-\n\n***Fuck her***\n\nThe voice, thick with malice and hunger, roared into my brain again. I turned in my seat, half-rising to search around me for the source of the voice but finding nothing.\n\n***We are one***\n\nWhat the fuck? *Shit… I‘ve officially lost it!*\n\n***Silence! You have released me from my literary prison and you will be rewarded with pleasure, strength, and longevity… in turn you will obey me.***\n\n*The book.* The book had held this… thing? This voice that was apparently in my head? Another patron of the library walked by, casting me a curious glance. I couldn’t blame him, I was half-standing, a panicked wide-eyed look on my face. *Who else was watching me act like a fool?* I glanced around again, seeing only the back of the patron as he headed off to another row of shelves and the young woman at the other table, innocently engrossed in her book.\n\n***Fuck her***\n\n*What? No! I can't do that! It doesn’t just work like that!*\n\n***It does now. She will receive you.***\n\nI shook my head, I was not that kind of guy. Not the kind of guy to force myself on women, and not the kind to have women eagerly receive my advances.\n\n***Obey***\n\nMy body shook, I suddenly felt weak, barely able to stand. Sweat beaded on my forehead. Soft voices teased my ears, drifting from adjacent rooms. The sound of someone breathing, interrupted only by a soft chuckle. I glanced at the woman again, watching the trace of a smile on her lips. Pink lips. Soft lipstick. The adorable dimples on her cheeks. A gentle waft of sweet perfume… *Perfume? She’s a good 10 meters away, how can I…*\n\n***Fuck her***\n\nMy body shook as I pushed myself to my feet, I watched the woman nervously as I began to timidly approach. As I resolved to humor the strange voice in my head I felt my strength return and as I neared the woman I felt stronger than I’d ever felt before in my life. The sweat on my forehead dried, and my senses seemed on fire. The woman’s enticing scent filled my nostrils, overcoming the stench of the elderly man in the next room and the essence of the lilacs out front the buildings entrance. The woman’s pupils dilated ever so slightly in the seas of her blue eyes as I came to stand beside her, my shadow dimming the light that shone on her. She was gorgeous. Slim with a pretty face, olive skin, and long brunette hair that wrapped over her left shoulder. Full breasts that pushed against her v-neck sweater. A long skirt that defined the curves of her athletic legs as she sat with one leg crossed over the other, the skirt revealing comfortable looking heeled sandals. “Hi?” The woman’s voice was intoxicating, sweet and sensuous. She looked up at me with a curious expression on her face. “H-hi\", I stammered, well outside my comfort zone in her presence, nevermind the added weight of my intent.\n\n***FUCK HER***\n\nThe woman, Lizzie, raised an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to say something, to explain my presence.\n\n*How do I know her name?*\n\n“Um, I want you.” That sounded stupid, weak even, but what the hell was I supposed to say? Lizzie’s face broke out in a smirk, her other eyebrow raising to join the first in an expression of amused curiosity. “Well, aren’t you a bit of a nervous one to be so bold.” “Umm, yeah.” I wanted to glance away but I couldn’t bring myself to break my gaze from her face. The lines of her lips called to me. I needed her. “I appreciate the honesty I suppose, bu-“ I couldn’t explain what came over me, but I never gave Lizzie the chance to finish the sentence. My hand wrapped in her hair to tilt her head up towards me, my other hand gently falling on her throat. My lips planted against hers as my tongue pushed into her mouth as she gasped in surprise. Her tongue hung still in surprise as I explored her mouth, one of her hands held her book while the other hung mid-air, unsure of where it’s owner needed it to be. I smelled her burgeoning arousal, the scent permeating my nostrils and mixing with her perfume. She remained frozen for a long moment before her tongue began to dance against mine and she leaned forward to push her throat into my hand. A soft moan escaped her mouth against mine as we kissed passionately. Strength coursed through my body, I felt like I could wrestle Atlas with ease. The sounds of the library dominated my ears, overcoming the moans of Lizzie and the wet sounds of joined lips. No sounds of alarm or sudden movement. *Now…. I can take her now…*\n\n***FUCK HER***"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] In the mood for some Noncon prompts. Bonus points for including cheating!
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"content": "The tomboyish (and/or gamer) cat girl (or cow or bunny girl) was confused, as she couldn't move her wrists when she woke up. She was surprised to see her BFF gleefully hovering over her. \"Guess what! I got pregnant! I'm not being pregnant alone, so you're getting knocked up too! I've already invited a friend over to do the honors! God! I can't wait to see how big your tits get when you're pregnant! And the guy I've got coming over has promised that you're going to come your brains out!\"\n\nThe cat girl protested, even as a blush spread over her skin, but she could already feel herself getting wet, and her nipples stiffening at the idea of what was to come.\n\nYou could do this with straight humans too, if you don't like monster girls / kemonomimi"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give me something something expansion-inspired that you think doesn't get enough attention on this sub. Get creative!
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"content": "A girl finds a magic artifact- scales maybe- 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. EI she can make herself taller or shorter, but has to do the opposite to someone else in turn. She then procceeds to stealthily abuse it to get her dream body, and improve the bodies of the students she likes, and to mess with those she doesn't. What would the school be like after all her changes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Tomboy walks in on her nerdy roommate getting mommy-dommed by his girlfriend and can't decide who's place she'd rather take. Simple answer: threesome.
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"content": "Mary stared for several seconds, her mouth open wide and mind racing. She had opened the door to her roommate and best friends room, as she was want to do, not quite willing yet to acknowledge why the thought of seeing him exposed and his nerdy red face excited her.\n\nWhat she found shocked her more than anything. That bitch was smirking at her, a knowing look on her face as she had John blindfolded and was currently stroking his dick!\n\nJohn had started dating a preppy chick named Rose with long red hair and a great rack, and the bitch knew something that she didn't. When she had 'politely' asked, she had just gotten a laugh, a pitying look, and told \"You'll figure it out in time.\"\n\n\"Mmm, good boy, I have a question. If I asked one of your friends to join us,\" Rose trailed a finger up his dick, and the way it pulsed made something in her chest thump, hard, \" would you be adverse to that?\"\n\n\"N-no mistress.\"\n\nRose made a tutting sound. \" Oh sweetie, you know that's not what I am.\" She let a drop of saliva fall onto his cock, and Mary shuddered silently at how fucking hot that was, ignoring quite expertly the warmth in her cheeks and in her gut. \n\n\"S-sorry, mommy. I wouldnt mind, depending on who it was.\"\n\n\"I know you used to have a thing for Mary. What if I invited her?\" Mary went from blushing red to being the epitome of red. What did that mean? She would tell you when her brain wasnt fucking melting from one sentence. \n\n\"I, I wouldnt mind mommy.\" The bitch looked at her again and made a motion with her head. Her feet, most traitorous of limbs, moved her to in front of his cock, falling to her knees. \n\n\" And what if I had her, kiss your cock? Really just give it the love it deserves?\" Mary started doing so, shivering at the quiet gasp he made when he felt her lips pressing against her flesh, her tongue lapping at his balls.\n\n\"M-mommy? Fuck. That feels, that's-\"\n\n\"Shhhh, no need to speak sweetie.\" She heard the sound of lips leaving skin. \" When I'm done, I think we all need to have a nice, long, honest talk about what we want with each other. But for now,\" and she could feel Roses gaze burn into the back if her head, \" just enjoy~\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An incest, size-harem prompt.
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"content": "Yukio, the youngest brother. Chronologically nineteen, but some physiological circumstance had stunted his growth. He looked as if he was halfway through high-school. Oh, and his cock was poking far out past his swim trunks, and it was tenting in those trunks so sternly that the bulge was unmistakable.\n\nUnable to be comfortable with the trunks on, Yukio slid them off, allowing his juiced up cock to fly free. Standing at right under ten inches hard, it was a mismatch for his body. He was somewhat toned, being a member of one of the high school sports teams and never truly shaking off all of the fitness habits, but still, the meat on his rod was oversized for the height and build he had.\n\n\"Yukio, sweetie, are you ready?\"\n\nThat's when his mother and sisters walked in, looking at him from the side, getting a good view of his full erection. A full two seconds passed, their eyes recording its minute pulsation before Yukio gasped and pulled his trunks back up. His entire body was red like a tomato.\n\nThe trio of familial females looked on with puzzled faces, and differing levels of focus.\n\nWhat a way for their family reunion vacation to start.\n\n\"He was short even going into college... I hoped the doctor could fix it.\" The mother, Himiko, sighed as she placed her hand upon her cheek. The visage of befuddlement slightly staining her persevering beauty.\n\n\"Why did it center on... that place?\" Yui, one of her similarly gorgeous daughters inquired, face flooding with blush just like the beach flooded with waves outside their beach-house. Her gaze was ever shifting.\n\nHimari looked on with a Popsicle in her mouth, seemingly un-phased.\n\n\"Yui, Himari, why don't you two go... gather the drinks?\" Himiko tried to maintain her usual kind and guiding personalty. As they slowly left, urged out softly by Himiko herself, she turned back to Yukio. He was sweating bullets... or more accurately, tank shells.\n\nWhat even should a mother do in this situation? She thought... seeing her son's super-charged erection, the thick vein, that swelled crown tip... it reminded her of her husband's... No! That's your son you're think of, Himiko! This is not something a mother should fawn over... but she did wonder... if Yukio had a normal growth rate, would he look even more like his father?\n\n\"D-don't worry about it, sweetie. We've all seen it at one point. You used to take baths with your sister and me, remember?\" Himiko drew him close, clad in her own swimsuit. It was relatively modest, a single piece, although the cleavage window was incredibly low cut, nearly down to her navel. Her hips were also mostly exposed, only half hidden by a series of lines connecting the back to the front. She had an exquisite figure, and hefty chest that he felt on his shoulder as she attempted to console him.\n\nThat didn't seem to cheer him up any. \"Mom, please don't make it any weirder.\" He clutched his head, and the bulge in his swim trunks tightened. \"Just go to the beach without me...\" he sighed, shoving a tropical blanket over his lap.\n\nHimiko frowned. What should I do? This is such a strange situation… she held her son's hand in hers, exchanging a look with him. A very warm, loving smile before resting that hand on her crotch.\n\nYukio felt it.\n\n\"Don't worry about it. You know Yui, Himari and Mom all have one, too.\"\n\nHe felt her stiffening cock through the fabric of her swimsuit. In fact, he could see that hard thing poking out past the hem. How did he not notice it those moments before?\n\nYui coyly approached the doorway, followed by Himari, both with their cocks peeking out of their bikini bottoms, balls struggling to be held.\n\nHimiko slowly and gently slide away Yukio's trunks, and pressed her erection against his.\n\n\"Ah… its almost bigger than mom's! Incredible.\" She smiled, wrapping her hand around them both before gradually beginning to stoke them.\n\n\"See? No need to be ashamed. Its a beautiful cock just like ours.\" Yukio's sisters approached, presenting their cocks close to the youngest's face. He caught them with his hands, and immediately stole moans from Yui, who's thick veiny penis trembled in his hand. It was the girthiest of the bunch. One Yukio had trouble averting his gaze from. Hers also seemed exceedingly sensitive, as Yui was practically melting in his hand. Her windswept hairstyle hid a large portion of her face, but he could see in her eyes that this just might be the first time a man's digits had graced her cock. \"Aghhh… little brother… let me cum on you…!\"\n\nHimari on the other hand, was impatient. She gripped Yukio's hand and pumped her own tool with it sternly. \"Nah, imma cum on him first.\" She stated. Her cock wasn't as thick as Yui's, but it was dotted with veins and stood tall above a hefty shaven ballsack. \n\n\"Girls, calm down. Thats your brother, not a toy!\" She scolded them, yet at the same time raised up her crotch to his face and pressed her rod against his lips. \"Here, get a taste of mom's cock. Okay?\" She inquired, just as sweetly as ever before shoving her hips forward and lodging her meat into his mouth. She shivered as her base met his mouth, her balls resting against his chin. He felt his sisters' cocks press against his cheeks. They all wanted to face fuck him at the same time, but only his mother had access to his tight, damp throat, and only she could mash his face against her pelvis fervently. \n\nThe sisters had to be content with his hands and the rest of his body until their mom was done."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: No Clothes, No Problem - Regular Occurrences in a Nude-Positive World
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"content": "Our story begins in a suburban neighborhood like any other. Our perspective swoops down from the top of the power lines, moving towards the ground and a glowing picture window. Inside, we see a family sitting down to dinner.\n\nFrom the glass, we watch as they share news of their respective days with one another. The children bicker about petty differences. The parents share exasperated glances. Grandparents look past the meal into the void, scanning their wisdom and collected experiences for guidance.\n\nA fork falls to the ground and our perspective shifts with the metallic clang. On stage, a female singer unleashes her rage into a microphone for thousands of adoring fans. Music blares from the speakers, sending everyone into a hypnotic trance of musical bliss and heightened awareness. We watch mud splash on unwilling bystanders too close to the mosh pit. \n\nAs we watch the mess of bodies shove and elbow each other, a man falls backwards. He's falling on top of us and the darkness that swallows our light quickly fades into a bright, clear day. We're perched on a high bank. Around us, green grass covers rolling hills. White clouds float lazily through a crisp blue ocean above. On the far bank, a red and white picnic blanket. The young couple to which it belongs passionately explores their bodies after a light lunch. \n\nIs that an eagle? Perhaps a more common gull? The few frames of bird we see are too short to make a distinction. We travel up and away from the tranquil rendezvous, watching landscape expand beneath us. \n\nSoon we're so high all details lose their meaning. Now we realize that instead of seeing more, we are actually seeing less. We're zooming away from a man's eye. As his face comes into view, we can see that he's staring intently at something behind us. \n\nThe diner and booth where he sits enter our vision. Finally, we're far enough back to see the object of his attention. A waitress casually speaks with someone at another table. Whenever she laughs, tremors ripple across her flesh. The man can't avert his gaze from the way her breasts move when this happens. His omelet grows cold.\n\nThe shiny red surfaces of the diner's counters and chairs begin to saturate our vision. Soon that hot red is all we can see and, as it fades, we see a woman sitting on the steps outside a foreclosed business. She is openly weeping into her hands. The sign reads (Super)Natural Beauty. Posters on the windows show before and after photos of beautiful women with altered features. Inside, white surfaces and exotic plants wilt in the darkness.\n\nA sudden jerk to the left. Down the street, two homeless men have begun an altercation. One of them appears to be gathering his wits in order to engage fisticuffs. The other begins to furiously pleasure himself with unflinching eye contact. The former quickly loses interest and shuffles away ashamedly. \n\nThese tableaus show familiar experiences. Experiences that, with a bit of personalization, could belong to any one of our memories. But now it is time to reveal the truth of these tales. Each and every one of these scenes occurred with an entirely nude cast."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young sheepish man often ends up accidentally gropping his girlfriend in public. Luckily for him, she's a succubus and has absolutely zero problem with it. Honestly, she finds joy in teasing him about it.
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"content": "Brad was walking behind his girlfriend Brenda when stumbled clumsily flailing trying to regain his balance.\n\nBrad reached out for anything close enough to steady himself. Unfortunately Brenda was the closest thing to Brad Brenda spun around shortly after he gasped. The bad part was he reached out to catch himself and accidentally grabbed her left breast.\n\nIt was soft and firm Brad could feel the warmth of Brenda's skin through her tank top. Even though it was obviously an accident. Brad had to admit that it was a happy accident.\n\nBrenda grabbed his arms and helped him steady himself.\n\nBrenda looked down at Brad and put her hand on my cheek. \"Hun are you ok?\"\n\n\"Yeah I stumbled over the sidewalk.\" he says\n\n\"Ok.\" We were silent for a second but then Brenda looked down and chuckled.\n\nBrad looked down as well and realized he was still grabbing her breast. He yanked his hand away like he just touched a hot pot on the stove. A light blush was visible on his tan cheeks.\n\n \"Sorry babe\"\n\nBrenda Shrugged \"Don't worry about it but- she leaned forward slightly her mouth next to Brad's ear her voice dropped to a sultry whisper \"don't you think we should wait until we get home unless you want them to give them a show?\"\n\nShe casually gestured to the small crowd that had gathered around us.\n\nBrad's blush deepened \"Sorry\"\n\nBrad: _Brenda has been like that since we first met. She's not ashamed of her body and she's not afraid of getting freaky in public. I however am a little more hesitant I am incredibly clumsy unfortunately. This has led to some rather risky incidents most of which involve unintentional groping._\n\nBrad: I've fallen on her she's fell on me we've Fallen together most of these occasions end with me getting a handful of boob or ass cheek depending on the situation. Not that I'm complaining too much Brenda has a great set of Double D breasts and plump yet firm ass. Plus she loves showing off.\n\nThe current outfit is a good example she's wearing a black tank top and dark blue leggings with light blue shoes.\n\nSexy and comfortable looking\n\nBrad: Thankfully Brenda doesn't mind my clumsiness most of the time. She actually seems to embrace those moments.\n\nBrad: For instance while we're on our way to the restaurant near our apartment Brenda's wallet falls out of her pocket so naturally she goes to pick it up. Unfortunately some people passing by carelessly bump her this causes her to lean forward a bit too much.\n\nMy hands clamp onto her ass and I pull her backwards. Stopping her from falling and bracing her so she can pick up her wallet. This also happens to press her butt against my dick. My Soldier pokes out of his tent ready for orders.\n\n_It's probably a good idea to mention that she's a succubus now. I don't get hard this often this quickly however Brenda's skin emits a pheromone that acts as aphrodisiac._\n\nYou could say it helps the soldier prepare for his March.\n\nMy ears catch the delightful grown that came from Brenda as she stood up pausing a second to grind on my soldier who standing taller by the second.\n\nBrenda Chuckles her voice rough however I can hear the smirk and the faint hint of lust in her words \"I would ask you how I can repay you for saving me but it feels like you're enjoying yourself already.\"\n\nI gingerly retract my hands and place them at my sides regardless of how fun that was I started to notice a crowd forming again.\n\nI focus my gaze ahead of us as we approach Sally's sandwiches.\n\nWhen we enter the restaurant a blonde woman approaches us she looks between Amanda and me table for two.\n\nYes Brenda says.\n\nAnd the waitress leads us to our table she cast a few glances at me behind her and begins to swing her hips. She had a nice ass I'm not going to lie but I came here with a woman on a completely different level.\n\nAfter we've been seated Amanda looks at me curiously. I haven't said much since we entered the restaurant.\n\nBrenda: \"Brad are you okay?\"\n\nI don't look her in the eye I stared down at the dark blue tablecloth. I nod\n\n\"Brad look at me Brenda\" says Softly\n\nI continue to stare at the tablecloth.\n\n\"Brad look at me she\" says sternly\n\nI don't look at Brenda reaches out gently gently turns my head then she put a finger under my chin and raises my head so I meet her dark blue eyes.\n\nBrad: Brenda I feel like I embarrassed you sometimes.\n\n\"Why because you accidentally grab me sometimes?\"\n\n\"Yes, I don't like accidentally doing stuff like that in public. It draws attention to you.\"\n\n\"I don't mind the attention you want to know why?\"\n\n\"Because I'm with you. I get stared at all the time we both do actually.\"\n\nThanks for the ego boost but I'm positive their staring at you not me. If they do look at me they're probably thinking: \"Why in the world is that supermodel with him?\"\n\nBrenda: \"Because she wants to be.\n\nBrenda: The only person's eyes I care about are yours and I don't care who sees us together.\"\n\nBrenda: To be clear when you feel me up in public I don't take offense to it. First I know you don't mean to do it. \n\nBrad: \"Okay I'm relieved to know it doesn't bother you that much. Brad smiles.\"\n\nBrenda: That's what I like to see. Brenda pecs me on the cheek as she leans back I see that her eyes have darkened. \n\nI think she wants dessert before we even order lunch."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Lesbian) A young woman has an affair with her mother’s evil boss. She knows how terribly this woman treats her mom at work, but she just can’t help but want to get her off.
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"content": "Anna's wedding ring sat neatly across her folded clothes on Leanne's desk. Anna herself was knelt in front of Leanne who was sat on her own desk, her legs splayed and pussy on display. She held a leash that trailed down to a collar around Anna's neck; it was the only piece of clothing on the young brunette. \n\nAnna's mother, Caroline, had known that Anna and her husband had been having a difficult time with money, so she got her a job where she worked, albeit reluctantly. Leanne was a firecracker of a woman; a bombshell blonde if there ever was one. She was a confident, brash, and blunt 30-something with bright blond hair and a tight figure. Her business suit hugged every curve of her body and her red lipstick was as intimidating as her glare. She'd taken over the company after the previous CEO failed to meet the standards given by the board. \n\nUnfortunately for Caroline, Leanne was not a fan of her. She saw the older woman as a hindrance to productivity as well as a general annoyance. She made sure to stiff her at every opportunity; giving her the heaviest workloads, telling her things at the last minute, setting impossible deadlines, and just being a general bitch to her. If it weren't for the fact that Caroline had been with the company for twenty years and the board loved her, she would have fired the old woman a long time ago. As it stood, Leanne simply took pleasure in torturing her. \n\nSo when Caroline asked for a position for her daughter, Leanne was all-too-ready to bring her on board as a personal assistant. It started simple with a squeeze here and a slap on the ass there. Then it was the one-sided verbal joust, followed by the late nights spent working on projects together. Leanne effectively consumed all of Anna's time, taking her away from her husband and her mother. However, the CEO was crafty. Instead of \"we'll cut back your hours\" when Anna's husband and mom complained, the blond fed the flames of discontent. \"He just doesn't appreciate you.\" \"He's jealous of your success and paycheck.\" \"He doesn't see your value like I do.\" \n\nThey were all empty platitudes, of course, but they drew Anna into Leanne's web. One night, as they were working late and having drunk one too many bottles of wine, Leanne attacked. She brought Anna into a gentle kiss, running her hands all along the young brunette. \"Become mine, Anna, and you'll get so much more than your loser husband and your worthless mom can provide you. They won't love you like I do.\"\n\nAnna had bought into the lies easily and submitted. It was all too easy for Leanne. From then on, each morning started with Anna, collared and leashed on her knees as she ate out her boss and lover. Then things became more risqué. No underwear under her pants. Then her skirts. Then a vibrator or a dildo in her all day. Anna had been molded into perfect obedient submission and she loved every second of it. \n\nFinally, it was time to break Caroline and Anna's husband for good. She'd grown quite accustomed to her slave, but those feelings did not stop her plan. \n\nAnna's husband and mother had been invited along with her to Leanne's for dinner. Of course, Anna went early to help preparSuffice to say, there was no dinner. Anna spent the rest of the ne, or, at least, that was the line. Once they entered in, they were shocked to see Anna on her hands and knees, naked, as she dutifully lapped at her boss's cunt. Anna's pussy was dripping wet as a dildo was sticking out of it, hey ass red from spankings. \"Welcome to dinner,\" Leanne said as if nothing was out of the ordinary. \"Don't be rude, pet. Welcome our guests.\" \n\nAnna turned, a smile of her own on her face, \"hi, mom! Hi, dear! Welcome to mistress's home! Dinner should be ready soon! Please make yourself comfortable while I have my appetizer.\" \n\n\"Come join your daughter, bitch,\" Leanne snarled at Caroline. \n\n\"N-no, I—\" \n\n\"It wasn't a fucking question,\" the blond snapped back. \"You, husband, why don't you take that cock out and ram the old bird's cunt, huh?\" \n\nCaroline obeyed out of a learned fearful obedience while Anna's husband obeyed out of supposed-solidarity. Caroline knelt down in front of Leanne and Anna pushed her face into Leanne's perfectly pink pussy. The older woman let out a gasp as her pants were pulled down and her daughter's husband's cock entered her pussy. \n\nWhat made it worse was that a video spread the next day of Caroline being guided by a mystery woman's hand as she ate out someone while also being taken from behind by Anna's husband. Anna should have been ashamed or hurt or angry, but instead, she was just aroused. She loved how ruthless her mistress could be. The video was evidence enough for a no-contest divorce in Anna's favor. Thanks to the subject matter, the board was finally comfortable with letting Caroline go. Meanwhile, Anna kept up her daily routine. Only it now started in bed as she moved in with Leanne, her lover and mistress."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] A clingy mom, a distant son, and the fertility Goddess her family prays to. What could go wrong? (Part Three)
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"content": "Luke hadn't come out of his room yet, and it was nearing 12:30.\n\nMaria had been trying to keep her focus on the spreadsheet she had open, but her thoughts kept wandering to her son. She kept trying to forget her thoughts from last night. The way it made her body feel. Or how she'd eventually given in to temptation. She visibly cringed remembering how hard she'd cum thinking about him.\n\n*What kind of a mother masturbates thinking about her own son?! I'm so fucked up.*\n\nEven though it made no logical sense, it almost felt like he was avoiding her. Like he somehow knew. \"You're a terrible mother, fantasizing about me. I don't want to talk to you.\" Her anxiety was through the roof. She couldn't keep her mind on work.\n\nHer cell phone rang. Glancing at the number, she raised an eyebrow, then answered it.\n\n\"Hey, Bev. How are you?\"\n\n*Did Luke leave something at Evan's yesterday?* she wondered.\n\n\"Heeyyy Maria! Is Luke home?\"\n\nShe glanced upstairs, wondering what he could be doing. \"Yeah, he's home. Did he leave something behind yesterday?\"\n\n\"Oh, well um, actually, Luke helped me with a few things, you know just some jobs I needed doing, and I was wondering if he'd be interested in coming over today and helping out again? I'd pay him, of course.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" Maria couldn't help sounding a little bewildered, \"Luke didn't mention that. He said he left when Evan went to go see his girlfriend.\"\n\n\"W-well, I uh, it was only a few things, and Tom's out of town until Thursday.\" Something about her tone didn't sit right with Maria.\n\n\"Well, I'll be sure to ask him. I've got some work to catch up on, so I'll talk to you later.\"\n\n\"Right, of course. Have a good rest of your day!\" She hung up. Luke had lied to her. By omission, but still. Her grip tightened around her phone for a moment in anger, then she stormed upstairs. \"Lucas!\"\n\nShe heard no response as she approached his door. She knocked. \"Lucas, answer me!\"\n\nFrom inside his room, she heard him call out \"W-what, Mom?\"\n\n\"Come out here. **Now**.\"\n\n\"I...I really can't right no-\"\n\n\"Lucas! *Now!*\"\n\nBeyond the door, there came sounds of bedding being shuffled around, then footsteps quietly coming to the door. It opened just enough for his face.\n\n\"Yeah?\" He looked worried.\n\n\"Bev just called me.\" He stared expressionless at her.\n\n\"She said she wanted you to do some more work for her. Like you did yesterday.\"\n\nShe saw a sweep of panic cross his face for a moment. \"She did?\"\n\n\"Yes. You want to explain to me why you lied? You said you left as soon as Evan did.\"\n\n\"I-I just didn't think it was important.\"\n\n\"Bullshit!\" Maria's face reddened, her arms crossed, with all her weight on a single hip. \"You've been off since you came home yesterday. What happened?\"\n\n\"I really don-\"\n\n\"Don't give me that! I was patient last night, but now I know you're hiding something from me. I'm not fucking around, Luke.\" Her stare on him was intense.\n\n\"I-I, um...\" she could see tears starting to pool in his eyes. \"I didn't mean for anything to happen! I swear. It just...I don't know, it all went so fast...\"\n\nMaria's expression shifted from rage to horror as her mind started putting the pieces together.\n\n\"Luke,\" her voice trembled slightly, but she spoke in a controlled, soft tone. The quiet before the storm, \"I'm going to ask you something, and I need complete, total honesty from you. Is that clear?\"\n\nHe nodded, wiping at his eye.\n\n\"Did you have sex with her?\" Her heart raced.\n\nHe nodded, slowly.\n\nMaria balled her fists. \"I can't fucking believe this! She is a married woman, and your *best friend's mother*! What the *fuck* were you thinking?!\"\n\nLuke put up his hands defensively, \"I-I don't know! It all happened so fast! We were alone, and-and-and she started to kinda flirt, and stuff just kind of...\" He was crying now. \"I feel so awful about it.\" His gaze dropped to the ground.\n\nTaking a deep breathe, Maria tried to keep her temper in check. \"Luke...what's been going on? For months now it's like we never talk. Then we spend some time together, and the next day you...\" her voice was starting to rise in tone again, so she took a moment to pause, \"You have sex with a married woman?\"\n\nHe kept staring at the ground. \"I can't talk about it.\"\n\n\"Luke, I...I want to help. I'm your mother. I want to know what's going on with you, but you're making it so damn difficult. You've got to work with me here. Because this...\" her voice trailed off for a few seconds, \"This is a fucking mess.\"\n\nHe sniffled, and wiped his nose on his sleeve. Slowly his gaze returned to hers, and he spoke in a shaky, weak voice.\n\n\"Okay. If we've gotta talk about it, then I need you to promise something.\"\n\n\"Okay.\"\n\n\"I need you to promise you won't...freak out. Okay? You'll keep cool?\"\n\nShe put a hand to her temple. \"Honey, you had sex with a woman two years older than me. I don't think anything else could really throw me for a loop today.\"\n\n\"Promise.\"\n\n\"Alright. I promise.\"\n\nHe walked away from the door, and she heard him take a seat on his bed. She followed him in.\n\nAgain, she was flooded with that intoxicating smell. It seemed to get stronger every time she noticed it.\n\n*What is it? She still couldn't place it.*\n\nShe walked in, grabbed his computer chair, and took a seat, facing him. He was hunched over oddly, in an excessively baggy long sleeve t-shirt and sweatpants. She waited patiently for him to start.\n\n\"So...my body has been going through some...changes...\" he began. Maria's eyes opened wider.\n\n\"I started noticing, and then to make sure I wasn't crazy, I started to track the changes, and uh...well...\" he fidgeted nervously, as if he could die of humiliation at any moment.\n\n\"Honey.\"\n\nLuke looked up at her, \"Yeah?\"\n\n\"Show me.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her best friend recently got cheated on and heartbroken. After the breakup, this scumbag had the nerve to message her for a hookup. What a pig, trying to hook up with his ex’s best friend right after the breakup. There’s no way she would actually agree to that… right?
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"content": "Jess couldn't believe Todd's audacity! He had been with her best friend, Marnie, for almost a year only to cheat on her right before their anniversary with the waitress at the restaurant they frequented. But that was far more believable than this: Todd at Jess's front door, propositioning her for sex. \n\n\"Are you fucking insane?\" Jess asked incredulousky. \n\n\"Not anymore,\" Todd replied with a smirk. \n\nJess pulled her hand back and brought it forward to slap him, only for him to catch her hand. \"Don't be such a bitch, Jess. Don't lie to yourself: you were excited when you heard I brought up with that bitch Marnie. You know I need a real woman and you want to be that girl.\" \n\n\"Y-you're crazy!\" She replied, her eyes wide as she tried to pull away. \n\nHe stepped forward into her apartment, \"you wanted to fuck me the first time you saw me. You saw my dominant personality and wanted to submit; to fall in line like the good, big-tittied slut you are.\"\n\n\"No, I—\" \n\n\"Get on your knees and suck your new man's cock,\" he commanded, cutting her off. He let go of her hand, leaving the ball in her court. Surely she wouldn't, right? But his demanding tone and rough treatment made her melt in front of him. When Marnie and Todd came over and he bossed Marnie around, part of Jess wished that was her. She felt herself getting on the ground, her eyes level with the massive bulge in his pants. \n\nShe slowly fished out his cock before admiring the size and forth; Marnie wasn't lying about it. If anything, she undersold it. Todd didn't wait for Jess, though. Instead, he grabbed her head and shoved all seven inches of his thick rod into her mouth and started to pound away at her face. He gripped her jet-black hair and used it to hold on as he fucked her face. Tears ran from her eyes as she struggled to take it in; with each thrust, he went deeper and deeper until he was in her throat. \n\n\"Fuck! That's what I'm talking about, slut! That dumb bitch could never throat me like this! Damn, I should have done this sooner!\" He laughed as he slammed his groin against her face over and over again. Make-up streaked down her cheeks as she looked up at him. He was recording it on his phone! She was too distracted to notice how close he was; without warning, he thrust into her throat one last time and came down it, forcing her to drink it all. She did her best, but felt it almost impossible to breathe as his cock was buried down her throat. Finally, he pulled out and let her gasp and struggle for breath. \n\n\"Now let me see my new slut's body!\" He yelled, slapping his cock against her face. In a daze, Jess nodded and then shakily stood up as she clumsily stripped off her clothes to reveal her size-D breasts, curvy hips, and round ass. \"I like it. Much better than that last bitch. Margie? Or whatever?\"\n\n\"M-marnie...\" Jess corrected as she stood there naked. \n\n\"Does it matter? You wanna know why we broke up? She couldn't handle me. She couldn't satisfy my cock. But I think you can. Do you wanna be my girl, slut? You wanna be my new fucktoy that satisfies my cock every day?\" He stepped closer and squeezed her cheeks with his hand, looking at her intently. \n\n\"Y-yes... I want to be your girl.\" Jess nodded. \n\n\"Theni want you to say that that bitch deserved to be cheated on. Really lay into her. If you do, I'll give you the best fuck of your life,\" Todd said, letting go and pointing his phone at her. \n\nJess hesitated for a moment; she and Marnie had been best friends all their lives. Could she really burn that bridge just like that?\n\nAs it turns out, yes. One look at his cock and she was weak in the knees. \"That dumb bitch Marnie didn't deserve you, Todd,\" Jess said, biting her lip. \"You need a woman who can really satisfy you; someone who will be your complete slut and do whatever you desire.\"\n\n---\n\nThe video cut from there to Todd pounding into a euphoric Jess as she laid on her back and clung to him. \"Your cunt is super tight, slut. I love fucking it. How's about you let me move in here with you so I can have free access to your body whenever I want?\"\n\nJess was moaning in ecstacy as she came on his cock, barely able to firm words as she nodded and agreed. Her acceptance earned her his cum as he filled her pussy. \n\nMarnie was supposed to move in with Jess, but now, after seeing that video, she highly doubted that was an option."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Some crossover prompts?
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"content": "Devil may cry and Bayonetta would work. Dante and Bayo are both flirts to the death. So if they hit it of there are 2 options. 1: they have the most ridiculouse sex, constantly trying to Outdo each other, making the whole Thing as spectacular as the combat and the cutscenes of theyre games. 2: They are both all talk and no substance abd have awkward shy sex. \n\nOr a Devil May Cry Rwby one. I kind of want Nero and Yang to hit it of. Maybe they fight some Grimm or demons together and yang initiate sonething afterwards."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was bad enough that she was cheating on her husband. It was also bad enough that her husband is the best superhero on the planet, the last person who deserves it. But she just had to choose the evil supervillain that wants to kill people and rule the world, didn’t she?
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"content": "It was about midnight. In a popular neighborhood full of mansions. In one specific Mansion a tall building long pretty windows a garden a fountain a long driveway and a gate. A very beautiful building that belongs to a very handsome man. That man is known by two names. The first name he's known by is Alex B Clinton. The second name is Sergeant punch.\n\nSergeant punch is a dangerous violent psychotic Criminal. But he doesn't hide from the law because he is so interconnected that he is nearly untouchable.\n\nSo aside from his villain business he's living the good life doing whatever he likes. Unfortunately one of the things he likes is the ladies. He doesn't care whether they're married or not.\n\nA little mind control make anyone a little more agreeable. That's what he does most of the time but not tonight.\n\nTonight his partner got into his bed willingly no mind control necessary.\n\nWho would willingly do that you might be wondering? The answer is rather shocking the wife of his nemesis Bullseye.\n\nIt seems Bullseye is not home enough to give his wife the Good fuck she deserves.\n\nSergeant punch is happy to help.\n\nHe's been helping for the past 3 months.\n\nIn fact he's helping her right now.\n\nAlex Pov:\n\nI held her hips as she went up and down sheathing and unsheathing my 7-inch cock inside her moist pussy. The slap of her plump ass connecting with my my legs beneath her along with her glass shattering moans. Echoing off the walls of our bedroom.\n\nHer eyes pointed Skyward the only thought in her head a need to continue the pleasure coursing through her body. \n\nMuch to my displeasure we were interrupted.\n\nThe door to my bedroom burst open with the determined looking hero standing there.\n\n\"Danielle I've come to rescue......you.\"\n\nHe whispered the last word as he absorbed the scene in front of him. The sight of his beautiful wife first not in any danger. Second enjoying the best ride of her life. \n\nShe didn't even acknowledge his entrance. She continued rising and descending down upon my cock as though it were just us in the room. I had to grab her hips halting her motion for her to stop.\n\n\"Danielle your husband's here~\"\n\nShe turned around my cock still sheathed in her warm folds.\n\nThis is how you fuck someone. Maybe she spent a little bit more time with me rather than running around in that costume and flirting with those other costumed sluts. You would know how to do it right like Alex can.\n\nI'm sorry he said weakly his eyes were beginning to Sting with tears.\n\n\"Also I'm divorcing you. I'll mail you the papers in the morning. Take off the ring and set it on the ground.\"\n\nBullseye did as she commanded.\n\nBullseye was slinking back toward the door he had entered through when Danielle said one final thing.\n\nAlso bullseye or better yet Eric?\n\nBullseye looked at her shocked by her betrayal.\n\nShe rose up completely unsheathing his cock. The rod of flesh Standing Tall perfectly lined up with her pussy. She slammed back down on it causing it to impale her deeper than Eric's dick ever could. The motion caused Alex to grunt and causing Danielle to moan loudly.\n\nThe baby batter missile that shot for Alex was so powerful Eric could hear it be launched into his wife.\n\nDanielle smirked \"that is how you cum in someone.\"\n\nBullseye ran as fast as he could out of the room out of the house and Into the Night. The sound of him sobbing echoed as he ran."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM]Looking for transformation prompts
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"content": "A couple of roomates volunteer to test out a \"diet\" pill from a friend, it is supposed to boost metabolism and promote curve growth- basically get you to lose weight by inducing a puberty like metabolism.\n\nEach roomate changes differently due to their different diets and exercise routine- the chubby one uses the pill as an excuse to indulge more, and ends up a milfy bbw, the sporty girl ramps up her exercise routine and actually grows taller, ending up a curvy amazon, the final roomate is overly concerned about her weight and combines the pill with a fade diet, with the other two occationally drawing her into cheating on it with a binge and excersising as well- she ends up turning into a shortstack as her body redistributes resources to her curves. All of them are surprisingly turned on by the changes and the contrast between their bodies."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The year is 2143 and women are now the dominant force on the planet. Men are almost completely gone and treated as animals meant for nothing but being milked and to breed women...
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"content": "Part 1\n\nHenry had seen the shift when he was young less and less males being born, the war that took some many men's lives, the virus that only harmed those with the y chromosome wiped out the older generations of men then the shift of power. \n\nWhen he was 14, women were in complete control of everything and the Male Preservation Laws were passed. He was taken from his hold and put in a 'nature reserve' for men. He spent 4 years there before he was taken to auction. \n\nHe was a highly sought after specimen after his muscular frame and massive cock draw all the eyes to him. He knew that some wealthy woman or a sperm farm would likely buy him. He prepared himself for the idea of what his new life would be. \n\nThe bidding on him went into the millions within a few minutes. The winner is a woman in her mid-40s, but you couldn't tell by by looking at her. She pays the auctioneer, takes his paperwork and leads him away on a leash. He follows obediently knowing that resisting will just get him punished. \n\nShe walks him out to a car and makes him get in the back seat. She gets in the driver seat and starts driving. She looks back at him occasionally before speaking \"So what is your name?\". He looks up and replies \"Henry mistress\". He know to always end a comment with mistress as that is how they were trained in the 'nature reserve'.\n\nShe looks at him \"My name is Quinn and in private I'd prefer to be called Kitten, but in public or when guests are around refer to me as Mistress or Miss Quinn\". He nods \"Yes Kitten\". A blush crosses the woman's face. \n\nShe drives to a secluded area in the woods then comes into the back seat and begins to undress \"The drive is going to be too long of a wait to try you out\". She kisses him and he kisses back before she pulls away and look at at him after brushing a stand of her beautiful brown hair away from her eye \"I want to be dominated roughly. Can you do that?\". He nods \"Yes Kitten\". \n\nShe finishes undressing revealing her supple mature body from her plump double d-cup breast to her wide childbearing hips to her thunder thighs and tight hairless pussy. She smiles as she sees Henry lick his lips then says \"The safeword is Pineapple\". She lays on her back and spreads her legs. \n\nHe dives right into licking her pussy aggressively. She moans and arches her back as his moves his tongue so skillfully along her fondled and against her clit. He was clearly trained well in how to pleasure a woman. She squirms and gasps having not had this sort of pleasure in years.\n\nShe wraps her legs around his head as he slides his tongue into her. He listens to for when her moans get shaky as he moves his tongue around wanting to find all the more sensitive spots inside her. He finds a few then rubs his tongue against over and over making her scream with pleasure. \n\n She slides her fingers into his thick black hair as he pleasure her so well. She bucks lightly as she gets closer and closer to her climax. He continues his swirling and rubbing inside of her pussy loving the taste of her upon his tongue.\n\nAfter a few more minutes she cums hard on his tongue and face then collapses. He pulls away and lightly prods her pussy with the tip of his cock. She pants heavily and says \"Take me and don't be gentle\". He thrust into her hard making her arch her back as her pussy is stretched to fit his cock. \n\nHe pulls back and begins thrusting causing her toes to curls and her legs to squirm around trying to adjust as she had previously thought she could handle it easily. She was wrong, but still determined to go all the way. \n \nShe moans louder as his cock shapes her inside to fit him. She places her hands on his chest looking up into his deep blue eyes as he looks back into her vividly green eyes. She leans up and kisses him. He return the kiss passionately then starts kissing her neck making her more wet. \n\nHe thrusts faster as her pussy starts contracting and massaging his cock as if it was trying to milk him for every drop of him inside of him. He continues thrusting the tip of his cock slamming against her cervix till she climaxes again sending him over the edge. \n\nHe cums hard filling her to the brim with hot sticky seed. She lays back and enjoys the warm so deep in womb and smiles at him \"My daughters are going to love you\". He smiles thinking of how good his life is about to be."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every one has the little angel and devil on their shoulders. Same for our male protagonist. Only difference is they're both human sized, barely dressed and incredibly horny.
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"content": "Contains: \\[MMM\\]\r \n\r \nA raunchy comedy staring a comedian who was funnier before he had to get in shape and become another Hollywood sex symbol.\r \nA spy thriller that loudly signaled how “woke” it was to a modern audience, while still clinging to the clichéd tropes of the genre.\r \nAnother superhero movie. Rather, another fucking superhero movie.\r \nThe trailers played on the big screen in the mostly empty theatre, half-focused people dotted among the seats, talking among each other or fixated on their phones.\r \nMuch like Dulce was.\r \nJamie turned to take in his friend, her thumbs dancing along the screen of her phone with the precision of a copywriter. It was just them today.\r \nTravis had gotten sick and had stay home for the rest of the week.\r \nTK had already seen the movie and didn’t feel like watching it again; “You’ll know why,” he ominously said.\r \nWhatever lie Megan came up with for why she couldn’t go wasn’t worth remembering: Megan didn’t want to go because Travis wasn’t going to be there.\r \nRonnie’s coworker had a family emergency, so she was pulling a double at the café.\r \nWhen Rami wasn’t on time, it was a good indicator that he just wouldn’t show up.\r \nIan was in until he heard Megan wasn’t going to be there, so he was out.\r \nAnd Mac was at home masturbating. Didn’t matter what he said, everyone knew it.\r \nIt was all for the better in Jamie’s opinion. He hated being a part of “that group” in the theater, so keeping the numbers slim was preferable. Even better, it was just him and Dulce.\r \nSweet, sweet Dulce.\r \nJamie felt fingers curl over his shoulder, making him flinch. “She is sweet, isn’t she?” his voice whispered into his own ear, the tone laced with suggestion. The speaker sucked his teeth, the wet sound of his tongue causing warmth to blossom at the base of his neck.\r \n“Yes, very sweet,” his voice said from the other side of his friend, this time monotoned, matter-of-fact, aloof. “I assume that’s why Travis likes her so much.” The cold truth cooled the burgeoning excitement in Jamie and he turned his attention to the car chases and explosions on the screen.\r \n“Last I checked she was single,” Redd said. He leaned across Jamie’s seat. His palm fell flat against the apex of his pants, likely intentionally. His back arched as he pushed forward, though his attention was more to applying pressure on Jamie’s crotch than on his counterpart opposite him. “Travis is milking this. He’s leading her on.”\r \nSky turned from the screen, his disinterested glare staring down Redd. His eyes followed his rival’s arm down to Jamie’s jeans, travelled back up to the red spirit’s hooded eyes, and he scoffed. “No, he’s shy,” Sky corrected.\r \nRedd smirked, moving totally over the armrest to sit directly in Jamie’s lap, he threw an arm over his host’s shoulders as he began reaching for Dulce’s chest. “Closed mouths don’t get fed, birdie.”\r \nHe pressed a finger into the top of one of Dulce’s massive breasts. Jamie couldn’t believe she wasn’t picking up on this. He could she her soft skin giving under the pressure.\r \n“And you know we want to snack on these titties.” He began tracing deep, intentional circles over Dulce’s chest. Jamie swore he could feel her skin running along his fingertips. When Redd dipped his hand into the depths of her cleavage, Jamie’s palm was immersed in the warmth.\r \n“Enough,” Sky demanded, snatching at Redd’s wrist.\r \nWhen he tried to pull it away, Redd smiled his small, playful smile and sank his grip firmly into the tit flesh. “No…” he femininely whined. The pulling at his wrist forced Dulce’s breasts to jiggle. A sensation that carried over to Jamie. Along with Redd’s soft ass molding against his host’s chub.\r \nJamie pushed himself out of his seat, Redd weightlessly falling off, and he walked past his friend. “Hey, I’m gonna hit the bathroom before the movie starts.”\r \nShe looked up from her phone. “Good idea. Hurry back, though!” she called after him.\r \nRedd rubbed his palms together and winked at Sky. “You know what this means…”\r \nSky rolled his eyes and slunk after his master. “Fucking degenerates.”\r \nWhether it was the mess of wavy hair, the cleanly shaved face, the tiny punctures for an earing in each ear, the beauty mark along the chin, the notch of a cut in the right eyebrow, or the average height and lean build, Jamie, Redd, and Sky were anatomically the same. If anyone but Jamie could see the Spirit of Temptation or the Spirit of Restraint, the three could be mistaken for triplets.\r \nTheir aesthetics, however, were where the differences arose. A flesh-and-bone human, Jamie was a mix of browns from his head to his toes. His faultless skin was a deep caramel color, his hair a deeper shade, and his dark eyes were a chocolatey brown. His thrift shop clothes were larger than he was, giving him the look of a prey animal puffing itself up to look more intimidating. Or, in his case, more masculine.\r \nRedd’s skin, however, was a hot scarlet, his hair a deep crimson, and his eyes a radiant yellow. His smile contained nothing but canine teeth, periodically licked at by a long, amethyst tongue. His choice of clothing unnerved his host, preferring crop tops and boy shorts that exposed his lean stomach and long legs. Jamie occasionally found himself staring at what was ostensibly his own round ass, continuously emphasized by the feminine swing of Redd’s hips.\r \nConversely, Sky’s colors were a match for his name’s. His skin was light blue, his hair cloud white, and his eyes were a stormy gray, seemingly streaked with the proverbial silver lining. His sense of style was anachronistic, preferring dress shirts, slacks, and tailed suits that matched what one would see in a history book. For some reason he wore rectangular glasses, though none of the three actually needed them. Rarely smiling, Sky always came across as distant, but undeniably mature.\r \nFor all their bickering, demands, and perpetual presence either within his line of sight, range of sound, inner thoughts, and even dreams, Jamie was deeply appreciative of the two. Small, quiet, and generally accepted as unmanly, he spent all of his teenage years sinking into himself, shutting himself off, acknowledging that he wasn’t desirable but unable to resolve himself to accept a future alone.\r \nNow, between the overt flirtatiousness of the scintillating Redd or the level composure of the stoic Sky, Jamie was able to see what potential for attractiveness he had. And whether that meant a future of throwing himself at the object of his affection or coolly pulling one in by being reliable, he was sure he’d be alright.\r \nStill, as attractive as he though these two were, they were still him. So, in situations like the current one, when he found himself sandwiched between the two of them in a bathroom stall, it always took a little while for him to get into it.\r \nThe onslaught of stimulus helped him along. Hoodie hung from the hook on the stall door and his shirt stuffed into one of its pockets, Jamie was left completely topless.\r \nSky stood behind him, hips flushed firmly against his ass, a firm cock trying to tear from his slacks wedge itself between his master’s cheeks. His outerwear and shirt fell from his body, breaking into feathers on the way down and disintegrating into a fine mist before they hit the floor.\r \nHe wrapped strong arms around Jamie’s torso, pulling him back to plant wet, cool kisses along the back of his neck. Jamie could feel his back pressing into a stony abdomen and he couldn’t help but begin grinding himself into the man behind him.\r \nRedd refused to be ignored. He pressed into Jamie, erection-first, and reached for Sky’s hips, forcing his host’s hips more firmly into his own. Comparatively, Redd was leaner and softer than his virtuous counterpart.\r \nHis mouth, however, was infinitely more voracious. He broke the seal his lips made with Jaime to give him a wide smile. His long tongue reached into the other’s mouth, stroking Jamie’s in a manner he’d done to his cock no less than a dozen times now. One hard thrust from his hips pushed a moan from his host’s mouth. And when his eyes rolled back in pleasure, Redd dove back in, a hand coming up to clutch Jamie’s messy hair.\r \nThe spirits broke away, lowered the toilet lid, and sat their host down.\r \nRedd grinned and said, “Crop top stays on.” With that, his shorts began to unravel. The denim uncoiled and transformed into a prehensile, pointed tail that sprouted from the small of the spirit’s back."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After all the abuse & manipulations, he loses all motivation for life & dies. Now he's reincarnated & surprised that .....
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"content": "Suicidal thoughts and actions aren't always dramatic grand gestures involving a note and a gun or some pills, sometimes, people just don't get out of bed, stop eating, only drink water, and wait for Death to be around at elevensies to collect them.\n\nSo it was with our protagonist, Adrian Nicholson, after the betrayal of his beloved and long-term girlfriend, Becky Lester, and his best friend since grade school, Chad Baker. They were seeing each other behind his back for more than a year, but she finally broke it off with him and went to Chad exclusively on, of all the times, Valentine's day. This was the point at which he decided he was going to lay down and die. \n\nIt takes more than a month of starving and sleep to kill a person; and by the end he was starting to question his decision, but at that point it's already too late to turn back. \n\nDeath, in all three of its main modern incarnations, came round about noon, a touch later than expected, but things just have not run as smoothly since the great die-off of 2016. \n\n\"So, he's today's Iasakai? Don't we use an ensorcelled bus for this normally?\" Death of the Endless asked, looking at the clipboard and tucking it under her pale white arm, then lighting a \"Lucky Strike\" cigarette out of a pack she'd filched from a burning factory in 1984 with a Zippo that had once been used to burn down Castle Grunewald in a different reality.\n\n\"YES, WE DO, BUT HE WOULD NOT OBLIGE US BY LEAVING THE HOUSE.\" DEATH, on a sabbatical from the Disk World after Sir Terry Pratchett suffered Author Existence Failure, replied, his eyeless sockets shining.\n\n\"Alright, that's enough you two; he's obviously terrified. I swear it's like working with a pair of toddlers.\" Henry, one of the several \"Angels of Death\" from the long running TV series \"Touched by an Angel\" replied, as he took Adrian Nicholson's hand. \"Fear not, my child, we come in peace.\"\n\nAdrian Nicholson stood up, and realized that his body, which he had inhabited for 30 some odd years, didn't stand up with him. \"I'm dead, aren't I?\" He asked.\n\n\"QUITE.\" DEATH commented.\n\n\"As a coffin nail.\" Death of the Endless stated, blowing a smoke ring.\n\n\"Ahem!\" Henry said, and turned back to Thier charge. \"Yes I, know that it is somewhat shocking, even if you are expecting it as you were, but it will be explained while we transport you to your new life.\" He stated. \n\n\"My new life?\" Adrian asked confused. \"What about Heaven?\" \n\n\"I'm sorry my child, but you didn't qualify for it: suicide is a direct bar to that.\" Henry informed him. \n\n\"Yeah I know, it sucks, but you are being given a second chance to get it right.\" Death said, putting out her cigarette on Adrian's bedside table, where both it and the ash-stain promptly vanished. \"Every day, a few dozen people who have lived tragic, pathetic, or otherwise inexcusable lives are given a second chance to find true meaning by being reincarnated into a different parallel universe, and you are today's lucky winer for our team.\" \n\n\"Okay sure I guess: what are my options?\" Adrian asked. \n\n\"SORRY TO SAY, BUT YOU ONLY HAVE TWO: YOU CAN EITHER BE THE ONLY WOMAN IN A WORLD OF MEN, OR THE ONLY MAN IN A WORLD OF WOMEN. IN BOTH CASES YOU WILL HAVE IMMENSE POWERS OF PERSUASION, BUT THEY ARE LINKED TO SEXUAL CONTACT.\" DEATH explained.\n\nAdrian didn't even have to think about it. \"Definitely going to be the only man in a world of women.\" He said.\n\n\"There's a surprise.\" Death snarked, handing him the clipboard and pen. \"Initial here, here, and here, and sign there.\" She ordered."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was reluctant, the first time her cowgirl BFF invited her to a threesome, but the promise of home baked goodies lured her. Now she's addicted to both the threesomes and the food, and these cowgirl made treats are having quite the dramatic effect on her figure...
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"content": "*(1/3)*\n\nThe treats and her lovers were inside the barn, but Cassie was apprehensive, embarrassed. Before her lay a challenge she was afraid she could no longer overcome: a door.\n\n“Hi Cassie!” Tom said from inside.\n\n“Hey Cass!” Dahlia said. “Come in - food’s ready, and we’re um - un - getting started!”\n\n“Just a moment…” Cassie opened the door to see the barn in dim light, some candles, some overheads. The floor was hardwood, cleaned immaculately, pens lined one half, and various equipment and service stations lined the other. A table there had been commandeered and a selection of pies and brownies and frosted cakes laid across it, making Cassie salivate.\n\nSome steps away from the table a nest of pads and blankets and pillows had been made, on top of which two enormous cow people were 69ing, a groaning tangle of dark skin and fur.\n\nDahlia looked up from the enormous mottled-brown cock she was sucking and waved. Cassie couldn’t even fit half of that monster inside her the first time they’d fucked, but she was able to take all of it now. In fact, she felt pretty empty whenever it wasn’t inside her. She didn’t know if that was another side effect of those amazing treats that Cassie kept making.\n\nShe attempted to push straight through the open door, but her breasts, her hips and her arms all strained against the frame. She knew that she could go through the sliding doors, around the corner, but it was the principle of the thing. She was human. And she didn’t have a problem with food, so she shouldn’t have a problem with the door.\n\nShe turned sideways, attempting to crabwalk through. No dice - her orbital ass did not want to get any smaller, and as her left breast squeezed against the frame she felt her shirt get wet from milk. Why was she doing this anyway?\n\n“Having trouble?” Dahlia was sat up on Tom’s face now, grinning at her wolfishly. The cow girl was mostly human, her deep brown skin moving to fur on her arms and legs. Big cow ears and curved gleaming horns stood out on the sides of her head. And although her torso was human, she had an inhumanly large bust. *Udders, Cassie corrected herself, they prefer to call them udders, regardless of shape.*\n\n“Shuddup!”\n\n“Oh, poor thing stuck? I could feed you pie, and then you could eat something else….”\n\nCassie squinted her eyes against the teasing, backed up and walked around. The summer evening was pleasantly warm, and stars were beginning to come out. It was lovely here outside the city, and the grass smelt ever more delicious each time she came. She could see herself living out here in a few years.\n\nAs she rounded the corner and came to the open door she saw that the couple had disentangled and Tom was walking up to her, a mottled brown towering mass of muscle, erection straining against blue shorts he’d just thrown on. He was also mostly human, except for his head. A broad face with an elongated snout and jaw, fur covered to the mane of hair around his neck and upper torso. Short blunt horns jutted backwards from his skull, above two ears similar to Dahlia’s.\n\n“Aww, you didn’t have to get dressed for me” Cassie said, admiring the rippling muscles above his straining shorts.\n\n“But this way I get the pleasure of you undressing me.” They embraced, Cassie on tiptoes to get closer to Tom’s mouth, which opened, tongues filling each other’s mouths. It was still strange kissing this bull man as she couldn’t form a seal with his wide mouth. But she loved his big tongue, and spent a lot of the wet kiss sucking on it.\n\n“Leave some for me Tom!” Cassie felt another hand on her now humongous ass, and broke from the kiss to turn to Dahlia, whose bare udders now pressed into her arm. Dahlia was shorter than Tom, but only by a little - Cassie still was on tiptoes to kiss Dahlia’s human but enormously plump lips.\n\nCassie felt hands all around groping her, pulling down her yoga pants and panties. She lifted one leg after the other as Tom took her shoes and socks and bottoms off. Dahlia pulled up her shirt and Tom unhooked her too-small bra which fell to the floor. She went back to kissing Dahlia, loving the sensation of her recently grown boobs pressing against the cow girl’s enormous udders, but returned the disrobing favour to Tom and unbuttoned his shorts, yanking them down. She gripped the massive shaft in one hand and began to stroke and squeeze it.\n\nDahlia pulled away. “You two should say hello to each other over there.”\n\nDespite Cassie’s recent mass gain, Tom lifted her easily into his arms, just for the brief few steps to the nest. He sat her down, and his muscular ass had barely grazed the pad when she went for his cock, eager mouth taking in the head and top third of the shaft, two hands beneath twisting and pumping.\n\nTom’s groans were beastial. Powerful fingers gripped handfuls of her hair as he started to buck into her mouth. He had always been polite and restrained when she went down on him, and now was no different. His thrusts were slow and shallow, barely more than what she was doing herself. Cassie wasn’t a fan of being throatfucked, no, she much preferred all that energy go to pounding her cunt.\n\nShe felt Dahlia settle to her side, setting down a platter beside her, tracing her fingers across Cassie’s back.\n\n“Fuuu-uuuuuhhh–uuhhuuerrrrr-ck Cassie” Tom groaned, and suddenly released her hair, cock pulsing spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth. She swallowed all of the gooey, salty load."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: a young swordsman wander through woods and he meets a female orc one thing leads to another and she asks him to be her mate
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"content": "\"My sons and daughters, it is time that you are told the truth about me and your mother. You know most of our story, and more than almost anyone else besides the family has been told: but one story is kept for the day when you become an adult at 16 turnings of the great sky wheel: this is the story of 'How I Met Your Mother'.\" The aged human skald of \"The Orcish Tribe of Crescent Moon Canyon\" told his youngest children, the quadruplets, two daughters and two sons, Half-Orcs, one and all.\n\n\"It starts when I am a young man, a mere 24 Years old; that may seem ancient to you, but for a human, I was just barely considered a full adult, in the way you are adults, but not yet blooded warriors, I had just recently passed the trials of full acceptance among the people who bore me into the world as a blooded and proven hero.\" He began, and threw powder into the fire pit of the holy-house from which arose greenish flame and bright blue smoke which began to form pictures to accompany the telling. \"Watch and listen, to know what you truly came from...\"\n\n---\n\nA young man is stalking through the woods far from his home town when he sees a flash of dark fur among the trees and takes to his heels in pursuit: at first he thinks it is a bear, but as he drives the prey to ground and it turns to face him he realizes that he has made a mistake. There before him is a proud new-blooded Orcish Shield-Maiden, wearing the pelt of a great Kodiak bear as combination cloak and armor. Imediately she charges him, but her full hand clawing swing wiffles and instead of rending his cheek asunder with her enchanted bear-claw gauntlet, it comes out more like a gentle caress. The other hand which aimed to slap his crossbow from his hand is fully effective though, so he tries to punch her with the palm of his hand like his monk-friend has taught him to do... And he too fails to connect just barely badly enough to more lay his palm gently against her cheek than strike a blow. This continues twice more for both sides, until he decides to initiate a grapple, instead, and succeeded, only too have her reverse it, and then back again three times until they both look each other in the eyes and pull away laughing histericaly. \n\nWhen Thier fit of mirth passed, she spoke. \"My name is Thrice-Broken-Knife, stranger, what is yours?\" She asks, in the trade-tongue of the area.\n\n\"The Ranger Ardennes.\" He replies in Orcish.\n\n\"Have you no family name, ranger?\" She replies in her own tongue, since he clearly knows it.\n\n\"Ardennes IS my family name, when I joined the Forest Island Rangers School I sacrificed my personal name to be allowed to learn the secrets of the Ancient Order of the Far-Called; I may not take another until I marry.\" He explained to her.\n\n\"Then you will be called Lovers-Punch The Ardennes Ranger henceforth my husband, because we were just wedded in the sight of Lady Gork and Lord Mork, high gods of the Orcish pantheon.\" She said with a chuckle. \n\n\"What?\" He asks stunned and incredulous. \n\n\"Such weddings are rare, but if two warriors meet, try thier best to kill each other, and trade blows that touch but don't wound three times each then grapple instead and cannot gain and keep the upper hand: it is a sign from the gods that they are already married in the gods sight.\" She explained. \"This is one of the few things that can marry outside of the blessing of a shaman, for what the gods ordain is not for mortals to question, even if they are both men or both women, and in such cases they must marry others as though they are only one person for the purpose of preparing children to be a part of the tribe. You are lucky, you have been Starbound to a woman, and so you can have other concubines all to yourself, I have two younger sisters who are unmarried, and would be very happy to join you for your potent human seed.\" \n\n\"Whoah, hold up, I don't even KNOW you, and you're offering to make your sisters my concubines?\" The Ranger Ardennes asked. \n\n\"Yes I am, what is surprising about that?\" His new Orcish wife replied.\n\n\"My people don't have concubines unless they are a king or emperor, and I am not convinced that we are married.\" \n\nShe bared her fangs, \"You DARE to mock the will of the gods?!?\" She snarled, and he suddenly felt something deep in his soul warning him to _not_ say or do anything that might mean 'Yes.'\n\n\"No, I don't mean that, it's, just very sudden and unexpected, I'm not sure what to do with that kind of marriage, my people don't typically experience it.\" He explained, cautiously. \n\n\"Ah, good, and also unsurprising, it's kind of an Orcish thing.\" She said with a shrug. \n\n\"What is next?\" The Ranger Ardennes asked, standing up and stretching. \n\n\"We have to go confirm the omen with my tribes shaman, but before that I have a mission to complete, so you have to come with me and help me out with that.\" Thrice-Broken-Knife replied nonchalantly.\n\n\"What mission is that?\" Ardennes asked, before commenting \"And my first name is 'Vulpus', 'Lovers-Punch' can be my middle name.\"\n\n\"Okay sure, I think 'Fox' suits you better anyway\", she said, as she started to stand up herself, indicating that she knew something about the language of the Empire of the Neo-Atlantians, rather unusual, these days. \"My mission is to track down the chieftains eldest daughter, and the goblin sorcerer who has kidnapped her and holds her for Ransom, then kill him, and her if she sullied herself.\"\n\n\"He will murder his own daughter for getting raped?\" Vulpus asked, disgusted. \n\n\"Only if she's pregnant with that weakling's children, or if it, shall we say, wasn't actually rape...\" Thrice-Broken-Knife replied as she set off at a ground eating lope. \n\n---\n\nBy nightfall, the two of them were tired from the long forced march toward the goblin's hideout at the abandoned keep of Kalag Karn. The burnt-out ruins of the once-valued fortress had been used for years by every johnny-come-lately villain in the region, and we're somewhat considered \"cursed\" among those circles due to the number of aspiring Dark-Lords and the like who had been killed inside those walls. The goblin sorcerer's decision to use them as his base indicated he was either desperate, or stupid...\n\n\n(More will be posted if this is well received and popular.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everyone said it was "dangerous" for a catgirl and a cowgirl to room together... Now, between the effect that cowgirl milk can have on a girl's figure, and the effect being milked so much can have on a cowgirl, both of their busts are getting bigger every day...
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"content": "\"For the last time, Felicia, I'm not letting you sublet with a cowgirl.\" \n\"Come on, Ms. Claire.\" Felicia protested, her ears drooping, \"Liz is my best friend, and she has nowhere else to go. This is the only place she can afford to live. Pleeease?\" \n\"You agreed to the terms of your lease when you moved in. Catgirls and cowgirls are not allowed to room together for safety reasons.\" \n\"You've told me that before, and I still don't buy it.\" Felicia's tail began swishing back and forth, \"In fact, if you ask me, it sounds discriminatory.\" \n\"Trust me, there are legitimate reasons to keeping you in separate rooms.\" \n\"Reasons you'd be comfortable sharing with a lawyer?\" Felicia hissed, her claws extended. Ms. Claire was taken aback by the display. \n\"You can't be serious. Everyone knows it's dangerous.\" \n\"I've consulted with my attorney. The laws clearly forbid any segregation of commercial rental units, barring very specific exceptions. And for as dangerous as you say it is, I saw no exemption for catgirls and cowgirls.\" \nMs. Claire cursed under her breath. She would have to get in touch with her local legislator, but for the moment, her hands were tied. \n\"Very well, I'll get your paperwork sorted right away.\" \n\"Thank you, Ms. Claire.\" Felicia's claws had retracted, and she gazed back at her landlady with playful glee, \"I'm glad we could resolve this in a civil manner.\"\n\nLiz dropped the last of her bags as she took a good look around her new home. It wasn't the nicest place she'd lived in, but it would do well enough. She walked over to the couch and took a seat, when she felt her lower hooves get attacked by four sets of four claws. She looked down to see Felicia curled up at her feet, playfully batting at her ankles. \n\"Looks like you're happy to have me here.\" Liz said, picking Felicia up by her underarms and setting her down next to her on the couch. \n\"I really am, Liz.\" Felicia said, cuddling up against her friend and batting the bell around her collar. \n\"Well I, for one, am happy to finally be back on my feet. I was so tired of couch-surfing.\" \n\"No more couch-surfing, only bed-sharing.\" Felicia purred. \n\"Probably the only downside to this place: one bedroom.\" \n\"The bed's big enough for two.\" \n\"I know, and I'm glad you're willing to share. It's just less than ideal.\" \n\"Hey, I fought very hard to let you stay here, so don't complain too much.\" \n\"Not complaining at all.\" \n\"Good.\" \nFelicia curled up next to Liz, and Liz in turn began to pet her black fur. \n\"You won't believe what my landlady told me when I asked if you could move in.\" Felicia said, \"She said it was 'dangerous' for a cowgirl and a catgirl to room together. Ain't that silly?\" \n\"A little bit, yeah.\" \n\"Where do you think she got that idea?\" \n\"Oh, some old wives' tale, I'm sure.\" \n\"It's a good thing that old wives' tale isn't on the lawbooks then. Otherwise you'd be completely screwed.\" \n\"Little victories.\"\n\nLater that night, as Liz and Felicia started settling into bed, the cowgirl unpacked a strange device. Felicia hopped up onto the bed to get a closer look. \n\"What's that for?\" she asked. \n\"It's my milking machine.\" Liz answered. \n\"Milk?!\" Felicia squealed. \n\"Yes, milk. It's a cowgirl thing, you gotta milk yourself every night or else your udders start aching.\" \n\"I *looove* milk. Can I have some, pleeease?\" \n\"Sure, you can have some. Just give me a sec to get hooked up and... mmm.\" \nCreamy white liquid flowed through the clear plastic tubes of the machine for a minute or so, then Liz removed the big cups from her big pink udders. She opened the silver door on the front of the machine and took out a glass bottle, half-full of milk, and handed it to Felicia. The black catgirl took a sip, and moaned at the taste. \n\"I love it,\" she said between gulps, \"so creamy, so sweet!\" \nIn just a few seconds, the bottle was drained completely. \n\"Good to know.\" Liz said, \"Maybe I'll keep a bottle around here for special occasions, since you like it so much.\" \nLiz flopped down against the bed and closed her eyes, only to feel a rough surface rub against her thick nipple. She opened her eyes and saw Felicia licking the remnants of milk off of her udders. \n\"Wow, you really like that stuff, huh?\" \n\"So tasty, mustn't waste.\" \nFelicia continued to lick Liz's nipples, but it seemed there was always a little bit of milk left. Every time they thought she'd gotten the last droplet, another one trickled down. Almost as if... \n\"No, they should've stopped after the milking.\" Liz gasped, \"Felicia, you're making me lactate more than usual. Maybe you should calm do-oooh\". \nLiz lost her train of thought when Felicia latched onto her nipple. She sucked the large nub like a starving calf, pulling milk out of the nipple faster than the pump ever could. Liz was as lost in arousal as Felicia was in euphoria as she felt her udders drain more completely than she thought was possible. After almost an hour of moaning and milking, the lactation finally stopped. Felicia pouted for a moment, but curled up on the bed next to Liz as they both drifted off to sleep.\n\n\"Felicia, I swear, they've gotten bigger.\" \nThe catgirl looked down at her chest. It did look a little bigger, but the fur was standing on end, making it difficult to tell. \n\"Come on, Liz. My fur is just ruffled from all that playfighting.\" \n\"I've seen you with ruffled fur, okay? It doesn't bulk out *that* much.\" \n\"Hey, you're one to talk, I didn't know it was possible for udders to get bigger than yours.\" \nLiz's cheeks turned red. She had noticed her bust go up by at least one inch since she'd moved in, but that wasn't important now, dammit! \n\"Uh-uh, don't make this about me. You've grown and you don't want to admit it.\" \n\"Hey, don't get defensive. I like your udders big, it's like a soft pillow to rest on while I milk you.\" \nLiz rolled her eyes at Felicia's attempt at flirting. They didn't really talk too much about it, but Felicia had so much fun milking Liz their first night together that she wanted to do it again and again. And, loathe as she was to admit it, Liz enjoyed it too, so it kind of became a part of their routine. But that was as far as their relationship had gone. Just... having some fun while dealing with important cowgirl needs. Although, now that she mentioned it, her udders had been feeling kind of full lately. More than they normally did, even before bed. \n\"Speaking of, I think I could use a milking right about-\" \nBefore Liz could even finish her thought, Felicia was already sucking on her udder, her eyes closed and her throat moaning as milk filled her mouth. Liz rubbed her hand against Felicia's head, stroking the soft fur as well as pressing her mouth harder against her teat. It was a heavenly feeling for the cowgirl, her milk bags getting drained while her best friend's tongue fondled her nipple. God, her chest felt so good, she could probably cum on the spot! Felicia was similarly blissful, her stomach feeling warm and cozy as it filled with her friend's milk, sending tingles across her torso as she lapped up every last drop. When she finally finished, Felicia looked up at the clock: nearly two hours had gone by. \n\"Wow, the time sure does fly when you're having fun.\" Felicia said. \n\"You're telling me. That felt better than a bull-ride.\" Liz giggled. \n\"It's what friends are for, right?\" \n\"Sure, let's go with that.\" \nLiz flopped down on the couch, watching her udders splay out as she relaxed. She closed her eyes as she drifted into a nap.\n\nLiz woke up to an unexpected, if not unwelcome, weight on her chest. Before she opened her eyes, she reached up to pet the catgirl who was no doubt sleeping on her torso right now.\n\nInstead, all she felt was her own udders.\n\nLiz's eyes snapped open, and she sat up to find her boobs hanging down past her ribcage. They were undeniably bigger, the size difference almost twice as much as it was before. She looked down and saw Felicia curled up on the floor, and gently nudged the catgirl with her foot. \n\"Felicia, wake up. Look at them!\" \nThe catgirl stirred and looked up at her roommate, and howled in surprise at the sight. \n\"Oh my god, they're huge!\" Felicia said, springing to her feet. \n\"I know, and... look, you too!\" \nFelicia looked down at her chest. She tried to deny it before, but her breasts had definitely grown. She'd never worn bras in her life, being a catgirl, but eyeballing the size, they seemed to have gone from a B cup to an E cup at least. Liz was still larger, having gone from a D cup to a G, but it was a startling difference on both women. \n\"What happened to us?\" Felicia asked. \n\"I don't know, they've never grown this much before! Do you think it could be the milking?\" \n\"What do you mean? You got milked all the time before, didn't you?\" \n\"Only a few minutes every night, though. You and I have been going at this for at least an hour at a time!\" \n\"This is weird, but...\" Felicia stroked her new tit, feeling the fur brush against her paw, \"I kinda like it.\" \nLiz couldn't argue with Felicia. As big as they'd gotten, her udders felt softer and smoother than ever from all the milking. And big tits were hardly unusual for cowgirls. If anything, she was a little small before. \n\"Yeah, I suppose this isn't a huge deal.\" Liz said, \"No harm in at least continuing our nightly milkings. What's the worst that can happen?\"\n\nMs. Claire rapped firmly on the door to Felicia's apartment. Just yesterday, she had received a report from the downstairs neighbors of milk dripping from the ceiling. Something had to change. Ms. Claire knocked again when no answer came. Losing patience, she used her landlady's key to enter the apartment. Inside, she two pairs of breasts, each larger than yoga balls, and a face attached to the black boobs suckling from the piebald ones. Both of them inching closer to the door, leaving even less room for the panicking landlady. \n\"THIS IS WHAT I WARNED YOU ABOUT, FELICIA!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Writer’s choice!! On any sort of Clothed-Male/Naked-Female theme, the more outlandish and unbelievable the better. But it CAN’T be an accidental nudity situation, and it CAN’T be a lost bet. (But a ‘dare’ might be ok, if it’s convoluted.) Bonus points if it somehow involves a CMNF “first date”.
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"content": "Part 1 of 2 (Oops, It seems I hit the character limit a few thousand characters ago)\n\nAs the acceleration died down, Duke turned off his magnetic restraints and let the remaining pull of the ship drag him down the corridor to the library center. Peering through the window, he found Diasy, her victorian dress unfortunately tied down in the temporary null grav. Duke dragged a comb through his hair, straghtened his bow tie, checked his reflection, and the moment gravity returned and the door unlocked, opened it and stepped inside.\n\nDuke greeted her with a bow. \"Ah, the ever beautiful Dr. Daisy Silverlace, or should I say, Representative Silverlace, I hope I haven't kept you waiting.\" She giggled at the compliment and tried to hide her smile behind an ivory glove.\n\n\"I'm not a rep yet, and it wouldn't be right for a student to arrive before his teacher.\" She extended a hand to Duke. \"I've heard so many stories about you since the incident. It's a relief to know I'm passing my position to someone as skilled with his hands as yourself.\"\n\n\"Thanks, but I don't actually know much about official medical stuff. Just how to put things back together.\"\n\n\"I will do my best to fill you in on the medical jargon. You don't need to know all the specifics right now, but it is important that you be able to identify major components such as muscle groups and bones by name when an injury is reported. By the way, welcome to the medical shift. In my experience, the library won't have more than a handful of tired students in total for the next 5 or so hours.\"\n\n\"I will do my best to learn. Any tips?\"\n\n\"Write the names of the body part on yourself. Trust me, that's how I passed my tests back in the day.\"\n\n'===================\n\nDaisy pulled out another picture. \"Um, broken.... humerous?\"\n\n\"Radius. Hahh.\" She stretched. \"I guess I can see why you mix up parts when looking at other people, but that's the very thing you need to wory about.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry. It's easy to remember on my body, but everything looks different when looking at another person. I wish....\" Duke trailed off.\n\n\"Hmm? I want you in the action in a week. If you have an idea, don't hesitate to tell me.\"\n\n\"Well,\" He felt his face warm as he thought about what he was saying. \"It would be much easier to remember the names if I could write them on another person instead of myself.\"\n\n\"Yea, that makes sense, I....\" Daisy paused, noticed Duke's expression, and a sly smile crossed her face. \"Oh, I see. You want to write on my body. And how would that be better than pictures?\"\n\n\"Books are boring.\" Duke locked eyes with Daisy. \"You, however, I would never forget.\"\n\nHe saw her blush as she she looked away. After a moment, she held out a hand. \"Try it. All of my carpal bones. I expect you to remember the experience forever. I heard from the women you treated that you are very gentile. Please don't dissapoint me.\"\n\nDuke took her dainty hand in his, admired it for a moment, then pulled out his brush. As the soft tip dragged across Daisy's skin, he felt her tense up. Instinctively, he wrapped his hand around hers and, gently but firmly, placed his thumb on her wrist. He began again, letter after letter, sometimes with little arrows when the long names were too large to fit on the small bones. As he worked, her hand relaxed, she sighed, and her eyes began to droop as she put her head on her other hand.\n\nDuke looked up when he had finished. After a moment, she realized he was done and roused herself. \"Sorry, I was starting to drift off. That was, actually rather pleasant. Your hands are gentile.\" She looked at her hand in his before selecting the higher difficulty hand settings on the tablet. Duke noticed that she put the extra effort into using her free hand instead of withdrawing hers from his, and a faint smile never left her lips.\n\n\"...hamate, trapezoid, and triquetrum. Is that right?\" Duke puffed his chest out confidently.\n\n\"A perfect score. I guess your method works.\" Daisy glanced away for a moment, then suddenly withdrew her hand and looked at the list she had made. \"I think we should work on the muscles next, since you haven't covered any of them yet. Um, I guess you can start on my- the arm muscles first.\" She placed the list on the table for Duke, and looked away as she placed one arm in front of him. \"Muscles are rather complicated. If you want, um, you may want, well, to trace them. That might, you know, help you pick them out, like, when the image isn't as clear, or they aren't as pronounced on someone?\"\n\nDuke grinned as he saw her start fidgetting with her hair, trying to cover her reddening face. \"I presume you want me to continue to be, delicate?\"\n\n\"Yes, please.\" She replied in a high, quiet voice.\n\nDuke took her hand agan and began to write palmar interoceus between her fingers and, again, her hand slowly relaxed in his. She giggled as he wrote fl. digitorum profundus along her inner forearm, and pulled her arm back as she laughed while he tried to write 'biceps brachii short head'. She blushed and looked down immediately after, then stood up.\n\n\"Sorry about that. I can go back to the pictures from here on if you...\"\n\nDaisy grabbed a stool from nearby and placed it next to Duke's chair. Without looking at him, she sat down and leaned her back across the table in front of him, testing the limits of the lace on the front of her dress as her breasts pressed outward. She lay her arm in front of him and, in a timid voice, said \"I'm a bit ticklish there, so you may need to hold me down as you write.\"\n\n\"You know, doctor.\" He enclosed her arm in one hand, while preparing his brush in the other. Diasy squirmed as he held the soft instrument just above her skin. \"'There' is a rather general term. If I may better understand where you are referring to,\" Duke grinned, \"could you name the muscles in the afflicted areas for me?\"\n\n\"M-my b-b-biceps braEEK!\" Duke wrote a single letter, then paused.\n\n\"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that, where was it?\" Daisy turned a beet red face to Duke and stuck her tongue out at him before looking away again.\n\n\"M-my biceps brAAhahahachi EEK! Sh-Shohohort AAH! Shohort heahaAHAHAHEAD!\"\n\n\"Oh, you mean the one right, here?\" Duke slowly traced the line around her muscle as Daisy squirmed, giggled and laughed.\n\nWhen he had finished, he paused to let her catch her breath, then she continued. \"Um, also, my latissimus dOOH! AAahrg! HehehehE~! Do-dododod, EEK! Lat-hehe-Latissimus -HAaahAA! DorSIII!\"\n\nDuke almost didn't get the right muscle in time, but as he did, her captivated dance beneath his grip began once more. Again, and again, she listed the delicate locations that would drive her into a further frenzy until the remainder simply caused her to sigh and hum as Duke stroked her arm with his brush. With her arm in his grip, he could feel her hearbeat slowing down as clearly as he could hear her catching her breath. \n\nLetting go of her arm and placing a hand on her head, Duke leaned over Daisy. \"Your ticklish afliction doesn't seem to be dangerous. Would you mind if I studied your back next?\"\n\nA grin crossed Daisy's face as she pulled herself up, around, and lay down in front of Duke. He lifted the sheet and caught her eye as she looked back at him. He returned her look and pulled the stool, with Daisy on it, in front of his chair, his legs on either side of her. Then, he pulled the lace from the back of her dress, slid his hands beneath it, and pulled it open to reveal her back. Daisy hummed as his hands slid over her now exposed skin.\n\nWithout wasting time, Duke lay one hand splayed across her back as he began to inscribe every muscle upon her flesh. He could feel the sound with his hands as she hummed and sighed. He was half-way done when he realized she had begun to snore softly. Every once in a while, she would take a deep breath and arch her body toward his hand or brush, but otherwise was completely relaxed, her body like playdough beneath his fingers.\n\nAs the brush traced her transverse abdominis, she stirred with a faint giggle and opened her eyes.\n\n\"You aren't getting sleepy now, are you doctor?\" He asked. She stretched and sat up, leaning against Duke. He put his hands on her shoulders and slowly slid them around her body. She touched his hands with hers and yawned.\n\n\"I might be a little sleepy.\" She admitted. \"And your hands certainly aren't making it any easier to keep my eyes open. It's just been so busy lately. Being able to enjoy myself like this is...\" Daisy trailed off for a moment before continuing. \"You know, doctors don't get to slack off often. Hnrrg. I expect you to be diligent as well.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A misprint in AI-powered copyright software is wreaking havoc. Instead of deleting 'the main drive of any user who hears this song illegally', it's deleting 'the manhood of any user who hears this song'
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"content": "\\[M/M\\]\n\n\\-Day 1-\n\nWhen you heard of of the new legally enforced A.I that Bend Records enforced on all of their songs you didn't care much, why would you? Every single banger from them you had obtained legally so there was no risk of the A.I deleting your main drive.\n\nThat's why when you started working out while listening to one of the the playlist of their songs you didn't think anything would happen when your bluetooth earbuds made a weird sound whenever a new song started, your workout outfit was a loose sleeveless and a pair of shorts, usually you lasted an hour and then you showered but half an hour in you felt like you were doing something wrong.\n\nIn a mirror in front of you you could see your body, not too muscled and not too skinny, some of your friends said you were 'ripped', usually that kind of comments would make you feel good about yourself but right now seeing your own body made you feel like it was wrong, too... hard? too much definition maybe? you didn't quite get it but it was uncomfortable seeing yourself.\n\nNot only your physic but your facial and body hair also seemed like too much, you didn't quite bother with trimming it before and yet you can't help but recoil in disgust at how much hair covered your body, the loose clothes you had didn't exactly cover it either.\n\nDisgusted you took off to the bathroom and started shaving it all off, it was a temporary solution but the feeling of your skin free of hair made you happy, actually now that you are on your bathroom and see the lack of good products for your skin you decided that you needed to get things in order\n\n\\-Day 2-\n\nYou started doing calisthenics instead of heavy workout, well, you continued using the dumbells to work out your lower body, a little bit of exercise to don't build fat doesn't hurt nobody.\n\nAnyways, you started selling the equipment and clothes since that you won't be using, why the clothes? Well you took a look at your wardrobe and about two thirds felt so not your style right now, although your style might have changed too much? It must have since more often than not you wander to the female section and end up buying a blouse or a pair of jeans, the underwear looked more appealing than your boxers but buying them may be too weird, at least the blouse looked nice.\n\nYou also started using skincare products, your skin needs a lot of work, also started looking for another diet, a better one more in line with your needs and hey now you smell of strawberries after every shower you take.\n\n\\-Day 3-\n\nYou did it, you bought a pair of panties and put them on, somehow the felt right and the moment you wore the pink cloth would have been perfect of not for your dick, stupid thing made it look weird.\n\n\\-Day 5-\n\nYou bought more women underwear and streetwear to replace your old clothing, it felt right somehow, you now wear yoga pants when exercising and forego the boxers completely in favor of panties, meanwhile only used a cute outfit outside once, people threw odd looks at you but who cares about them, although your friends were asking why you stopped going to the gym, are they also going to look at you like a weirdo?\n\n\\-Day 6-\n\nYou thought of the perfect solution! Makeup, maybe the problem is that you just look too masculine for your favorite clothes, you are already putting a stop to building your muscles so it can't be that hard to use makeup!\n\nYou spent the whole day learning how to apply it.\n\n\\-Day 7-\n\nYou called your friend Fred to come over, when you opened the door for him to enter you had a natural look for your makeup and the most \"masculine\" outfit you had, him, well, he had come directly after hitting the gym and he didn't shower because he smelled, like, a lot, his sweaty sleeveless also didn't help.\n\nHe looked at you weird at first but as you talked with him and the conversation unfolded he seemed to ignore it as you ignored his smell.\n\nHe left and as usual you hugged a goodbye, nothing gay about it but late at night when the nuisance that is your dick decided to wake up and demand attention, the masturbation didn't come quite as quickly though, you tried to masturbate to the usual women but they weren't making it somehow, desperate you let your mind wander and start thinking about Fred, his imposing muscles, how you had to look up just slightly to see his eyes, his smell after the Gym and lastly his big cock that you knew was at least 9 inches from those times you masturbated seeing the same porno.\n\nQuickly you came into your hand, you didn't quite want to admit it but somehow Fred made you cum, better sleep.\n\n\\-Day 9-\n\nFred came again today, he smelled cleaner today... sadly, you talked some more before he asked about your change in tastes so you told him everything and he seemed taken aback before asking you another question\n\nDid you like men? and somehow you knew it was a definitive yes, you had your doubts since you masturbated but once he asked you knew it.\n\nFred was apparently relieved, confused i stared at him and he confessed to me that he was gay, we talked some more after that, about men and about how everything came to be, we had some drinks at Fred's insistence and one thing led to another and you admitted to masturbating to him.\n\nHe confessed to you that he really loved the way you started to look, very femme, he said.\n\nAfter that you two had sex, Fred was extra careful with you since you were a virgin and he wanted to make this the best experience for you but honestly after he cleaned your anus and started fingering you came a few times, when his cock started to pound you you felt in cloud nine as his muscular arms wrapped around you and used you like a cumdump, everytime he came you had already cum twice.\n\nAll in all pretty good day\n\n\\-Day 14-\n\nAfter sharing my music playlist Fred started acting different, oh well he already told me we didn't need it to be serious but it still stings a bit.\n\nThe chastity cage that he recommended to me was pretty good though.\n\n\\-Day 16-\n\nFred started asking you for advice in losing his muscle mass and look cute, this makes you both happy and sad, happy that you have a friend like you and sad because his cock locked away in chastity will be a great lost.\n\n\\-Day 24-\n\nThe double ended experience with Fred was amazing\n\n\\-Day 30- \n\nApparently both of your masculinities were 'deleted' because of the AI, they gave you both money as compensation but you honestly don't care if your masculinity was deleted, you and Fred have a double date to attend and maybe you can both be pounded next to each other."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A master pickpocket is challenged to prove his skills
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"content": "Duke finished whitling his sculpture of Lady Nocturnal, while listening to the increasingly frustrated cries of his master who seemed rather perturbed about loosing something. As she tore the small dwelling to pieces, Duke touched a hand to the miniature key he had sewn into the inside of his jacket\n\n\"Master, I believe I hear a dragon approaching!\"\n\nShe bounded from the hut, robe billowing about her tight fitting leather armor, daggers in both hands. \"By dovakin, where is it?\"\n\n\"Oh, my appologies. It seems it was just you tearing the landscape apart and causing the wild beasts to flee in terror!\" She glared at him as he chuckled, but turned down the chance utter a rebuke in favor of returning to her task. \"My lady, what is it that has you so worked up? I can't say I've seen you like this before, even after being caught red-handed back in Whiterun.\"\n\n\"It's a personal problem. Don't worry about it.\"\n\n\"If you say so, then so it shall be.\" He paused, as if lost in thought. \"Say, did you hear? Someone in town claimed to have found another 'Lusty Argonian Maid' book. Whoever is writing those things really knows how to keep the readers in suspense. Say, if I were to put down a few gold for it, would you pitch in? I know you greatly enjoyed the last one I bought.\"\n\nThe door slammed shut as she stomped toward the woods. \"Oi! Master? Where are you going?\"\n\n\"For a walk!\" She replied curtly.\n\nAs she stormed away, Duke thought he could see her nervously tracing delicate fingers along the edge of something encasing her most delicate regions. He smiled and waited for her to leave his sight before touching the key again. It was time.\n\nDuke watched his master return from the corner of his eye. She was clearly still preocupied, but he decided not to point out the sticks that snapped under her uncharacteristicly heavy footfalls. She reached the door and paused, muttering something while counting to herself. As she absently opened the door, Duke cast a spell and bolted away. A furious scream was followed by a dagger that nearly sliced his throat. He only afforded himself a moment to look back as he jumped over a ledge. She stood there, daggers raised, Duke's atronarchs in pieces by her feet, covered in a bucket's worth of powder.\n\n'###\n\nWithin the cover of darkness, Duke crept toward the hut. He had to know. Was his master still in a state where she could fight, in which case his life may as well be forfeit, or had he finally gained the upper hand he needed. Step, wait, listen, step, wait, listen. Finally, he heard a sound. It sounded like metal scraping on metal. More accurately, metal furiously striking and scraping on metal. Duke grinned. He had won.\n\nHe found a suitable location to peer into the building. Inside, his master tried tool after tool to open a beautifully crafted elven lock that inexplicably remained undamaged, no matter how furious she became. Her fingers tapped and slid across the elegently smooth surface of her chastity devices. Duke considered how much they must be worth, and thought it must have been a rare splurge after a rather nice haul. In any case, where she had once been slightly arroused by the loss of her precious key, now she was completely panicking as the itching powder snuck into places her fingers couldn't reach and teased the very spots she most desperately wanted access to.\n\nHead held high, he sat and waited for the sounds to stop. When they did, he resumed his travels, reached the small building, picked the lock, and stepped inside.\n\nThe building was a mess. Shelves broken and thrown to the side, the contents scattered about the room, and dozens of broken tools arranged in little piles here and there. Duke silently made his way deeper, until he reached his master's room. For a moment, he didn't recognize the once stoic, ever watching, ever calm face of his master. She was sprawled across her bed, completely oblivious to the world. Her hands clutched at her groin and breasts, both protected from herself, as she muttered in her sleep. Duke stepped forward, neatly removed her necklace, and left the building.\n\nAs day broke, he heard the shout he knew would come. Moments later, his master, barely dressed, face flushed, and eyes on fire burst from the building. \"DUKE YOU SONE OF A BITCH!\" She noticed him, sitting in his chair, dangling two items before her. The necklace, and the key. In an instant, she turned toward him, but he clenched his hand and positioned himself to run. They stared at each other for a moment before she gave in. \"That was the slimiest, dirtiest, most underhanded trick you have ever pulled. You aught to be ashamed of youself.\"\n\n\"Oh, master. You were the one who taught me to think outside the box. If I cannot take something from you without giving something in return, then give something I certainly will, and when all is said and done, I shall take all that I want.\"\n\nShe started to respond, but he held the key in front of her again, in both hands, and made as if to snap it in two. For the first time since he had met her, blushing like the deepest roses, she bowed her head. \"You win.\" Her hands returned to her crotch and breasts, restlessly seeking entry as she looked up at Duke. \"You have picked an item that I wore from my body without me noticing. You win. Now, if you would return them to me....\"\n\nDuke decided to push his luck, praying that Lady Nocturnal would smile upon him. \"Can you say 'please'?\"\n\n\"P- Please.\"\n\n\"Please return the items you stole?\"\n\n\"P- Please return th- the items you stole.\"\n\n\"Please return the items you stole, master?\"\n\nHer face was crimson, but she looked toward Duke, pleading with him. \"P- Please return the items you stole, m-m-m-master.\"\n\n\"Very well, I will return the items I stole to you.... after morning exercizes and training.\" Her eyes were as sharp as her daggers when she looked at him. \"Patience, patience. Isn't that the most importaint thing for thieves? Even when your prize is within your grasp,\" he held out the key, pulling it back as she snatched at it, \"you must be patient and wait until the time is ri-\"\n\nShe tackled him, not with murderous intent, but with a desire that gave Duke a feeling of absolute control. They wrestled for several minutes before he bested her in her weakened state.\n\nDuke blushed as he stradled his master, a woman he once though could never be defeated. He placed the key in the small opening between her breasts and unlatched her chest. She sighed in relief as the air rushed over her naked breasts, and moaned as Duke slid a finger around her sweaty skin.\n\n\"You seem so agitated, master. Would you be willing to ask your pupil to help relieve some of that stress?\"\n\n\"I guess I did tell you that you could play with my body if you defeated me in combat several years ago.\"\n\n\"That you did. And several other impossible promises as well, might I add.\"\n\nShe smiled. \"Go on then. Show me what you've learned, 'master'.\"\n\nAfter being trapped beneath the chastity devices for so long, every touch seemed amplified a hundred-fold. Duke slid, first his fingers, then his whole hands, around her warm, tender, sweaty bosoms, wiping her body free of the terrible powder and began to clean her with his tongue. She giggled as his lips slid over her sides, and moaned as he teased her nipples.\n\nHe grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back as he undid the restraints on her crotch. Her soft ass molded to his hands as he held her and teased her clit with his fingers, slowly increasing the intensity until she begged and pleaded with him.\n\nAbliging, he put his hands about her waist and lifted her as she wrapped her arms about his head. Her ruby lips and long hair filled his sight for a moment, followed by her breasts bouncing against his face as they slid against one another. Finally, she yelled, wrapped her body around him with all her remaining might and squeezed, and Duke let himself get lost in the moment.\n\nDuke carried her to his room and lay her exhausted body on his rather cleaner bed, pulling the blankets around her. \"Sorry about the itching powder. I'll make it up to you somehow.\"\n\n\"First, you can get me that new 'Lusty Argonian Maid' book you mentioned. I have been dying to read it.\"\n\n'###\n\nOK, so, I just noticed the '(on his date?)' line. Ummmmm. Oops. Well, enjoy anyway."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: His girlfriend keeps cutting off sex right before he can orgasm. After hearing about it, his childhood friend offers to help him take care of his needs.
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"content": "Cut off for too long\n\n\n\"That's bull shit!\" Penny shouted and Spencer raised his hands as a single for her to lower her voice. It really carried out there in the hot tub. The closest neighbor was a mile away but Penny's voice was so loud he was afraid they would hear her. \"Sorry, Spencer, but you spend all that time eating her out and fucking her and she doesn't at least give you a handjob?\"\n\n\n\"Well, yeah. I'm starting to get a little frustrated.\" He said sinking into the water. The small boy was so obscenely different from his older half-sister. Penny stood over six feet, with an athletic build and a tuft of bright red hair. In contrast Spencer cowered just about five feet with a slight build and dark brown hair. As they sat in the hot tub they looked like a study in opposites. This was extenuated by Spencer wearing his baggy trunks and Penny wearing only her bikini bottoms \"..but I have such a hard time finding a girlfriend and Cindy is so hot I just feel honored she let me inside her at all.\"\n\n\nPenny's loud laugh made him sink further into the water. He was embarrassed how much he was staring at her bare, shaking tits as she laughed at her brother's submissive comment. She threw back the last of her beer and smiled. \"Any brother of mine deserves the right to cum. Especially after you worked so hard to make sure she does.\"\n\n\nPenny licked her lips and gripped his shoulder. \"Maybe you need to learn to be just a little more assertive.\" Penny's words had a slight slur to them. Spencer knew she was drunk and horny. Being smaller and weaker of will Spencer could do nothing but squeak as she slid her hand down his trunks.\n\n\n\"Penny! I have a girlfriend!\" Spencer shouted as she squeezed life into his limp dick. Penny laughed at the idea that his girlfriend was the only objection he had with this situation. \n\n\n\"Oh you're so cute.\" Penny laughed and pulled his trunks off with little effort. \"You don't seem to care that we have the same mother or that I'm the one taking charge. The only thing you worry about is staying loyal. Let me show you something to feel loyal about.\" \n\n\nHis dick felt fragile in her strong hands. Spencer stiffend in her grip. \"Penny, please…\"\n\n\n\"I haven't even done anything to make you beg yet.\" Penny stood up and peeled her bottoms off. Sitting on the edge of the hot tub she motioned for him to stand up while spreading her legs wide. Spencer stepped forward and easily slid inside her. One hand latched on to the back of his neck and the other gripped his ass, but they both pulled him closer. He let out a whimper as felt the pressure of her vaginal muscles around his shaft. She was the strongest woman he had ever known. So it shouldn't be a surprise that even her pussy was strong.\n\n\n\"Oh, Penny you're too much. I don't think I can…\" Spencer's warning that he wouldn't last long was cut off by a kiss. Her legs wrapped around him and there was no escaping it. Spencer knew that he was going to cum in his sister and he couldn't do anything about it. \n\n\n\"Oh, doesn't that feel better?\" She cooed as she comforted her brother who convulsed from orgasim. \"You needed that but I still need to cum.\" Penny said as she released him and stood up. She led him by the hand to her bedroom. They walked naked through their house with Spencer trailing behind her as she held his hand. Thankfully their parents were out for the weekend. \n\n\nPenny commanded Spencer to eat out the pussy he just came in. He was once again rock-hard by the time she came. \"Come up here.\" She beckoned him and Spencer straddled her torso as she wrapped her pale breasts around his cock. She cheered and encouraged him ash he fucked her tits. When he came the second time it splattered across her neck and face.\n\n\nWhen she woke up that morning Spencer was fingering her and getting in position to fuck her. \"You know, Spence, I was pretty drunk last night so I made a mistake.\"\n\n\n\"Oh…I get it.\" His face looked sullen as he started to pull his fingers out.\n\n\n\"I'm not on the pill. So we will just make sure you pull out and cum other places.\" She held his face as it turned back into a smile.\n\n\nOf course that didn't work and Penny found herself pregnant a few months later. Now they live in a nice apartment in the city together and everyone praises Spencer for being such a good brother and helping his sister raise her kid."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Last month your city passed a law/set of laws that fits your fetish to a scary degree and it's getting harder to go about your day pretending you don't like it at this point.
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"content": "The City of Sins was usually not a good place to be. Either those incredibly rich and powerful dominated the top, or those desperate to suck up to those who held such positions were at this location. Pun intended. Mr. Lawson smirked at the little slut who was slurping at his cock, as he viewed the city over. Corruption and scandal continued unstopped, and the newest set of laws fucked over all the people. Especially little Lin, who could only protest with beady little eyes as Mr. Lawson conducted the daily inspection.\n\nRule One: Workers may not smuggle in drugs during any point; Managers may inspect them any way they wish. \n\nThe rule was horrendously vague on purpose to let the persons in power to have access to all the whores' holes. As Mr. Lawson came in her mouth, washing away all potential traces of drugs, he smirks as he lets her stand up. She was utterly disgusted, but there was no escaping. Her debt was the heaviest burden of all.\n\nMr. Lawson was not nearly done. Lin was horrified to see a dildo on her seat, as she decided to stand. But her boss pointed to Rule Two: Workers must deserve a break every hour. They will still be kept alert in a method as determined by Manager. He licked his lips, as he knew the work place productivity would go up with the break, yet still keeping them trapped \"in the zone\". Lin whimpered as her hour of working was up, and she had to sit on the dildo. It didn't make sense. Her mind was spinning. But she couldn't think straight. She stifled a moan as she bit her lips, struggling to find a good position.\n\n\"That's the way, Lin. Good girl.\" He said. Bosses were not usually this personal, but the council had decided a more direct approach would encourage them to work harder. He inspected her up and down, beginning to take off her clothes. She had begun to protest when he pointed to rule three: Managers may use company property in the way they wish, so long as there is no purposeful harm to such property. \n\nOf course, company property was not supposed to be harmed, and there would be too many protests to whipping or more severe punishments. Yet this rule was also worded in a very suspicious way. Lin wanted to cry. She covered her vulnerable body as he massaged her beautiful breasts, and pussy, pleasuring her greatly.\n\n\"Come on, Lin. Don't forget Rule four: Subordinates are to have pleasure and be relaxed during break time.\" He recites the law, as Lin breathes deep, trying her best to resist her boss's skilled fingers. Auhh.... Auhhh... why was he so good at this? She was losing her mind. In mere minutes Lawson had bought her to the brink. He kissed her neck, his cock hardening once again to her pleasure. As she arches her back, her wetness spreads as she breaks past the edge. It was so amazing.. and utterly humiliating at the same time.\n\nShe breathes heavily with red cheeks, and almost forgets rule five, as she says in her afterglow: \"th-thank you... Sir.\" Of course, it was required to show gratitude for a reward. This would put the subordinates in their place of respect and thankfulness even more. She sighed, trying her best to get back to work. There was still seven more hours left.... oh god, when would this torture end?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Things are not the way the used to be ... I keep thinking to myself sometimes. Not since you have found that lamp and made a wish.
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"content": "Caleb was the very Definition of a masculin manly man. Tall, strong, working, independent, athletic and reliable. He allways pushed himself to help his family abd care for for his girlfriend Alice. \n\nAlice is a slim and short girl and calebs girlfriend. She knows caleb is unhappy and that he pushes himself far to much. And she is angry that he wobt ever let her gelp him, treating her as if she was made from glass. \n\nWhen she finds a magic lamb she cant help but wish. \"I wish, the only Thing big and strong about caleb was his dick, i wish i was able to spoil and care for him, i wish i was the strong, Well endowed one for once\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU][Warhammer]After a very taxing misson, a long, hard battle with a chaos cult and actually preventing a world of meetin the fate of exterminatus, a young Inquisitor and his Adeptus Sororitas Bodyguard end up finding comfort with each other in bed.
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"content": "\"Are you doing okay?\"\n\nSister Valeria was normally an intimidating woman. Six feet tall, even taller when in her armor, with short white hair and a tattoo of an Aquila on her shoulder. But it was really her role on the team that made her intimidating - when Inquisitor Ambrose and his team were in over their heads and every heretic, xenos and daemon on the planet was gunning for them, her job was to plant her shapely power-armored behind on the front line, start killing heretics, and *never stop.* She wielded both bolter and flamer with terrifying efficiency, and nothing seemed to faze her. Until now.\n\n\"What gave it away?\"\n\nInquisitor Ambrose walked in and sat down. \"You went straight to your room after we got back, and you've been cooped in here up much longer than usual. It doesn't normally take this long for you to finish your prayers and maintenance. And well, noticing things like that is my job. I wanted to make sure you were alright.\"\n\nAmbrose was considerably shorter and skinnier than his bodyguard. Not unhealthily skinny - every competent Inquisitor made sure to keep in shape, just in case - but he didn't have the sort of muscles you got from daily combat drills. He had shed his fancy leather coat, which made him look even smaller than usual.\n\n\"As observant as ever, my lord,\" Valeria said stiffly. He normally wasn't this talkative. She wasn't sure how to respond. She picked up a segment of her armor and began anointing the servos for the umpteenth time.\n\n\"Believe me, I understand. We almost died down there. More so than usual, I mean. They were already starting the bombardment when I called.\" He closed his eyes, briefly. \"I thought we'd failed, for a few minutes. That even though we closed the rift, they were going to glass the planet anyway because my vox message hadn't gotten there in time.\"\n\nValeria nodded quietly. \"It's understandable to be afraid, after a near-death experience. We should remember that fear means nothing to those who serve the Emperor, for He is always with us.\" \n\nHe looked at her skeptically. \"You sound a little unconvinced.\"\n\nHer breath caught in her throat. As usual, the Inquisitor had spotted the heart of the matter.\n\n\"No, I'm not investigating you,\" Ambrose said quickly. \"Just making sure you're alright. I've never seen you like this before.\"\n\n\"It was the bombardment.\" She admitted quietly. \"I've seen an Exterminatus from orbit before. Watching the Emperor's judgement handed down to the heretics was as beautiful as I imagined. But this time, we were right under it. Beams of light coming down out of the sky. The Emperor's own fleet about to destroy us. In that moment, I felt...\"\n\n\"Small.\" Ambrose finished the thought like he was reading her mind. \"Too small to matter. Just a footnote in the campaign. *\"Inquisitor Ambrose Vitellus and his retinue were killed in action during the Exterminatus of Gravus Prime.\"* That's what the report would say. I don't think they'd even include your name.\"\n\n\"I've never felt so helpless. We were all going to die, and I couldn't save any of you. All I could do was hope that you'd come through for us.\"\n\n\"And I had to pray you'd keep us alive long enough to stop the ritual. I couldn't even see you, I just hoped that if I was still hearing explosions, it meant you were still fighting. And as long as you were still fighting, I couldn't give up either, right?\"\n\nThere was genuine admiration in his eyes, Valeria realized. Not the fear or bloodlust that most people felt when they saw her fight. Ambrose was actually *smiling warmly.* \"I don't think I've ever seen you smile like that.\"\n\n\"Heh. It's been a rough day. Guess my poker face isn't as good as it usually is.\" Ambrose shifted uneasily. \"Do you mind if I sit next to you? This chair is a little uncomfortable.\"\n\n\"I'm a Sister of Battle, my lord. Comfort would be a sin,\" she replied dryly. But she shifted over on the small bed, and Ambrose settled next to her.\n\nThey sat together for a while. The scent of oil and promethium hung in the air, even after she had packed away her sacred armor and flamer. It was a comforting smell, he realized. It meant that Valeria was with him. He found himself leaning over, resting his head on the Sister's shoulder, and then sliding further into her lap.\n\nIt was, she believed with certainty, the most adorable look she'd ever seen on an Inquisitor.\n\nValeria leaned down and placed a kiss on Ambrose's cheek. His eyes opened wide, and she quickly covered her mouth in shock. \"Oh, Emperor, what am I *doing?*\"\n\nShe quickly slid to the other end of the bed and started to stand up. \"Emperor forgive me, I've given in to temptation. I can't do this. I need to do penance. I need to...\"\n\nValeria was interrupted by the Inquisitor stepping forwards and putting his hands on her shoulders, looking her in the eye. \"You have nothing to repent for.\"\n\nAmbrose kissed her on the lips before she could reply. She put her arms around the man tentatively. \"Are you sure?\"\n\n\"You saved my life. You saved an entire planet. You've never had anything to feel guilty about, but least of all tonight. And if you want to kiss me...\" He swallowed, seeming to run out of steam for a moment. \"...well, I want that too. And I know your order doesn't has a vow of celibacy.\"\n\nHe leaned up to kiss her, and this time she kissed him back, pulling him into an embrace with her strong arms, leaning him back until the two of them fell into the bed together. \n\n\"I suppose the Inquisitor world know,\" she said with a smile, pulling off the rest of her clothes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's a bit hard for Sophie being a teacher for a class of exclusivly 18yo boys, while also serving as a public cumdumpster.
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"content": "Hey, so I’m pretty late to this and new to writing so a bit rough round the edges. But I gave it a go:\n\nIt was a constant battle for Sophie between two different worlds, by day a well put together Biology teacher, by night a cumdumpster who frequented a number of different clubs and bars, showing off her curves and allowing anyone who wanted to fill her holes. The line between the two words was often dangerously close to merging, as her students would sometimes attend the same places as her, oblivious to the fact that their teacher was getting drenched in cum a room or two over from them. \n\nIt was a Friday night and Sophie was dressed in just her heels in the club. Some night, she thought as she waved off the last of the nine guys who had just had their way with her. She was leaking cum from everywhere and looked as though she had dipped her face and breasts in white paint with the amount of semen she was glazed in. Her brunette hair was matted and contained streaks of the stuff, but she didn’t seem to mind as she scanned the room for the nearest toilets. She picked up her bag where her black minidress had hurriedly been stashed before things has gotten heated and headed towards the neon green sign that signalled the nearest bathroom. \n\n“Mrs Brooke?!” A familiar voice stopped Sophie dead in her tracks, her heart dropping as she realised who it was. Peter. One of the students in her class. A bit of a troublemaker and someone who would definitely out her to the faculty. Maybe if I ignore him he’ll go away, she reasoned to herself. She hurriedly began to walk again, through the double doors and into the more crowded next room. All eyes swivelled to take in the sight of the cum drenched nude woman who shamelessly walked through the crowd, pushing her way when required and fending off the gropes and caresses that she would normally invite, desperate to get to the toilets. As she finally made her way to the other side of the room and below the now very warm and inviting glow of the ladies bathroom sign she afforded herself a glance back and breathed a sigh of relief. No sign of Peter. \n\n“Mrs Brooke?” \n\n“Ah, fuck!” She yelled in alarm as she turned back round to find that Peter had somehow phased in front of her, blocking her way to the toilets. His friend, James, was stood slightly behind him and both had massive grins on their faces.\n\n“So, it is you… fucking hell is this real?”. The boys stood with jaws down and arms hanging by their sides in shock as they took in the sight of their teacher, ogling her busty chest and shaved pussy which was so tantalisingly close they could smell the combination of her sweet perfume mixed with the cum that adorned her bare body. \n\nSophie rolled her eyes. “Yes…-“ she stopped mid sentence, eyes widening in panic as she saw James pull out his phone and angle it towards her. “No.” She commanded firmly, teacher mode now firmly activated. “Absolutely no pictures. Give me your phones now, both of you.” She placed her hand out, palm to the air as she glared at them. \n\nJames began to surrender his phone before Peter stopped him. “What’s in it for us?” He asked naughtily. \n\nSophie looked down and saw that both of them were pitching tents already. Nervously she realised the play they were making. “Ok” she murmured softly. “Phones over then we can get to it”. Peter nodded at James and they both passed their phones over, Sophie storing them in her bag.\n\n“Let’s go in” she motioned for them to go into the toilets. Luckily, the mens was unoccupied and the boys already had their pants down. Sophie noted in surprise how big James was, it’s always the quiet ones she thought as she dropped down, her ankles touching her bare bum. Peter suddenly looked quite nervous, and pushed James forward. Sophie smiled as she looked up at him as he pressed his big cock towards her lips. She placed one hand around it, and recoiled in surprise as he exploded all over her face before she had even had a chance to make one jerking motion, the sight of her naked and the slightest of touches enough to set him off. \n\n“Peter…?” she called his name as she wiped fresh load from her eyes and wiped it round her face.\n\n“Here..” he approached her, his cock much smaller than James’ but still still not small. “I want to come inside you” he whispered as he pulled her up and bent her over the sink. Sophie watched herself smile in the mirror as he slid his cock into her, thrusting without any real force as he moaned. Like James, mere seconds was enough as he reached the second pump. Sophie felt herself fill up with his warm ejaculate but barely got off on it as he withdrew from her and sunk to the floor. \n\nThe two boys looked almost trance like as they sat down smiling on the floor, pants still down as Sophie picked their phones back out of her bag and placed them on the sink. Wordlessly she left and ran straight into the Ladies to clean herself up and get out of there.\n\nShe had spent the rest of the weekend worrying whether or not the boys were going to reveal her little secret come Monday. As she walked in on that Monday morning, dressed smartly in a modest knee length skirt and shirt combo, she could feel her knees shaking, afraid that at any moment someone from management would pull her over and end her career. She took a deep breath as she opened the door to her classroom, only to be met by whooping and cheering as she walked in. So much for secrecy.\n\n\nIf you’ve made it this far, then thanks! Please feel free to give feedback but understand that this was my first time so go easy! 😆"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Yes, Bob we know you're quite busy, but we need you to train the Woman's Rugby team. - I don't know.
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"content": "Sometimes, Bob thought he had the best job imaginable. Other times, he tried to take a day off. He sighed when his work phone began to ring and paused the DVD. He’d heard a lot about how disappointing the final season of Game of Thrones had been, but he’d still wanted to see it himself, at least once. He picked up the phone, and heard his boss’ gravelly voice:\n\n\r \n“Bob, I’m glad that we reached you. I know that you asked for time off, but the pornographic remakes of the Britney Spears music videos are running behind and we’re short staffed as a result. Can you come in?” Bob frowned, looked back at his television.\n\n\r \n“I don’t know, I’m kind of busy here.” He’d gotten himself comfortable for a binge-watching session, the idea of getting off the couch was unattractive. \n\n\r \n“The college Women’s Rugby finals just ended, and we’ve got the champion team training for an orgy in less than two weeks. It’s a major challenge, none of them have done sex work before and some of them have never had sex with men. We need all the help we can get if we’re going to ensure they give a proper performance when we send them to the Secret Masters.” Bob kept frowning. As soon as he heard they needed his help with something directly impacting the pleasures of the Secret Masters who ran the world from the shadows, he knew that he’d be going in. Still…\n\n\r \n“Well, what would you need me for? Could you get someone else?” \n\n\r \n“Yes, Bob – we know you’re busy – but we need you here to train the Women’s Rugby team. We need our best professionals on this, and I can’t think of anyone who’d do a better job than you where it comes to training women how to deep throat and take a face-fucking. You’re a natural with a virgin throat.” Bob felt his frown fade despite himself – it was nice to have his talents recognized.\n\n\r \n“So I’ll be coming in to face-fuck a bunch of fit college athletes? Get them trained to serve at an orgy party?” \n\n\r \n“That’s right. We’ve got some real Amazons here, some of whom won’t like gagging on your cock, but you can start them out with ring gags and I’m sure you’ll rise to the challenge and have their throats broken in soon enough.” Bob was smiling as he turned off his TV:\n\n\r \n“Well, it’s a dirty job but someone’s got to do it. I’ll pop one of the magic pills, get showered and head out. I’ll be there in thirty or forty minutes.”\n\n\r \n“Good, I knew we could count on you. See you soon.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A tiefling is a bit embarrassed about The natural sluttiness that comes with her succubus heritage, but she's more embarrassed to admit that people treating her like an easy lay actually *turns her on*...
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"content": "\"I *really* don't want to hear this right now, Hallard.\"\n\n\"I'm not saying they're *right* to, just that you *are*\\-\"\n\n\"No! No, no, *no,* stop.\"\n\nThe red-tinged woman raised her hands before her and did her best impromptu wall pantomime.\n\n\"Stop right there. They're *wrong to,* end of the story.\"\n\n\"Just- Just-! How is this *new?!*\"\n\nShe had a hard time disagreeing, there. She was wearing her usual: a short skirt of leather, a bustier of bone and black silken thread, a nice belt, and little beyond. This meager clothing only exaggerated her already-incomparable curves. This was best for her magic, in truth. A tiefling was bound to the obligations of its ancestor, and when you're a succubus's daughter, that means getting everyone around you hot and bothered. Unfortunately, it did nothing for the perception that she was an easy slut.\n\nHallard lifted his hands in surrender.\n\n\"Fine, Wren. Fine. I'll stop. Look. I'm going to my room. We'll talk in the morning.\"\n\n\"Fine.\"\n\nWren stamped away on her heels, taking to her quarters.\n\n*He's asleep in five minutes. That's enough time.*\n\nShe tucked into her pigments, refreshing a layer of pastels across her face with the utmost care.\n\n*\"Not too slutty, nor too regal. There's a fine line between 'gorgeous temptress,' 'wicked witch,' and 'alley whore.' Although, those* do *have a place...\" Thanks, mom.*\n\nSeven minutes later, she was on her way downstairs to a waiting public. She took her roost at the bar, leaning forward just enough to lend plausible deniability to how far back she pushed her ass. \n\n*Careful, Wren, you're just here to get a fresh charge. Not* too *much attention...*\n\nHer spade-tipped tail flicked carefully under that skirt. Eyes were on her - not all, she knew, but enough. One in the back corner was hoping her tail would swing a *little* too hard and show if she was wearing anything under it. Scarlet graced her cheeks.\n\n*Ugh. Wish I could turn* that *off.*\n\nShe placed an order for a tankard of the house brew and settled in. An hour should leave her topped off and ready for the new day. It had barely been ten minutes, however, before she was approached.\n\n\"Well, lookit you, songbird,\" The man breathed, ale on his breath. \"So lonely on your perch - looking for a new nest?\"\n\nShe gave him her best side-eye, trying to offer that cutting glare she'd learned. He didn't seem to care. Instead, he leaned closer for a whisper.\n\n\"Got a nice cock you could get to know better.\"\n\nShe winced. That was *bad,* but she hadn't heard it before. Credit there. What kind of woman falls for that? Oh. Right.\n\n*The easy kind.*\n\nShe took a deep breath, denying the urge her hips gave to wiggle.\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"No?\"\n\n\"*No.*\"\n\nHe stood upright, looking a touch surprised. That made her flush all the more red.\n\n\"Right. I'll be back there, then.\"\n\nHe stepped off, returning to his table to a set of muted jeers.\n\n*That should keep them off - these country boys* hate *a cityborn ice queen.*\n\n\"Hey - want a drink?\"\n\nShe snapped back to attention. A female voice - milkmaid, judging by the complexion. Wren was a touch taken aback, her surprise contrasting with her pursuer's delight.\n\n\"Oh, ah, sure? Er, no. No, thank you.\"\n\nThe milkmaid gave a little laugh.\n\n\"C'mon, now, you don't have to try to play hard-to-get.\"\n\nThe woman, standing a pair of inches taller than Wren could, placed a hand at the small of Wren's back. The tail flicked upward in surprise. \n\nNo panties to be found.\n\n\"N- No, no thank you!\" She began, not resisting the touch. \"I- I'm just passing by, no need.\"\n\nThe maid and another nearby gave laughs.\n\n\"Suit yourself - I'll be around.\"\n\nThe maid departed, taking her hand with her. Somehow, Wren lamented that. Luckily, she wasn't alone for long.\n\nPerhaps five minutes had past before the third suitor made his approach. A young man, fair-haired, a barrel of a chest. He wasn't particularly handsome, but Wren bet he got more than his due in town.\n\n\"Saw you knock Sally down, there - trying to win a bet? 'Go an hour without getting laid?'\"\n\n*Fuck.*\n\n\"Just speaking factually. Father was a paladin candidate years back - open fact that tieflings with tails like yours need a daily fuck of two-\"\n\n*Fuck, fuck.*\n\n\"-I just don't get the act. You clearly want it. Your ass is nearly in the air, and you didn't even-\"\n\n*Fuck, fuck,* ***fuck.***\n\nShe was breathing faster. The man didn't even seem angry, just *annoyed* that such an easy lay could pretend to be something else. Wren hadn't been that wet in *ages.*\n\n\"Just give it up - let's go back, I'll give you the lay you need, and it'll-\"\n\n...\n\nIt had been, perhaps, a full minute. Wren was on her bare knees, head bobbing fiercely. Her tail was flicking, and she found herself unable to lower her hips from their lifted, ready-to-rut position. Not that she gave it such thought.\n\nShe was far, *far* too busy sucking dry the second man of the night.\n\nA long tongue lapped at the stiff length, offering appeasing flutters of kisses and suckles to whatever she could. Her lipstick had long-since smeared, alongside the rest of her makeup. Dark lines of mascara ran down her crimson cheeks, and a line of drool ran from her chin. The milkmaid was basking in her own afterglow on the tiefling's bed, slowly readying herself for departure.\n\n\"Well... she, she comes 'round, doesn't she?\"\n\n\"Yeh,\" Grunted the man, the first who had approached, \"Took her a spell.\"\n\n\"She gave it a good shot, didn't she?\"\n\nHer hips twitched.\n\n\"Best she could,\" He said, gripping some of her short, black hair in his dominant hand, \"Best she could.\"\n\nA whimper.\n\n\"Never had a chance, though. Got what she needed all the same.\"\n\nA full-throated moan, muted by the presence of cock in its place.\n\nA long night later, and she was meeting with Hallard downstairs. Familiar faces greeted her. She sat before him without a word. The look on his face said he heard every sound of the previous night.\n\n\"So.\"\n\n\"I *don't* want to hear it, Hallard.\"\n\n\"I'm not saying they're *right* to, just that you *are*\\-\"\n\n>!Thanks for the prompt, as always! This was a fun prompt for trying something out with a time limit.!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Samantha had been in love with stacy one thing lead to another and sam stood before stacy naked and to her horror stacy say "wait you're a girl" but to dam relief she also said "you know what I can work with this"
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"content": "Sam held the bottle up so she could see it through the holes of her mask and unscrewed the lid, her glove pressing flat to the opening to keep the dust out. She fumbled around her middle and found the rubber hose, feeding it into the bottleneck. She bit down on the nub in her mask and sucked on the warm water, taking it slow and exhaling relief. She replaced the lid and gripped the heavy pack beside her, hoisting it onto her shoulder and walking forward in the orange haze, battling against the constant sideways wind.\r \nWreckage fell down ahead, blown over by the wind, she sidestepped but it seemed to continue moving…\r \nHer pack tumbled to the ground, metal pry bar in hand pointed at the figure standing in front of her. The mask stared back, empty glass eyes, the whole body a uniform brown of rust… they shook, holding a sharpened trowel in both hands. What was she doing? It was a person! A real person! She dropped the prybar and ran forward, arms scooping up the small human, hugging them tight while crying out, hearing her joy echo back inside her mask. Arms wrapped tight around her middle, gripping her kevlar suit tightly. The small figure shook and buckled, the two of them dropping to their knees sobbing in their masks.\r \nThe short person battered against Sam's chest until she finally eased her hug, they made a drinking motion.\r \n“Oh yeah… water.” she said, despite nothing getting past the constant roar of the wind. She pulled out her canteen and offered it. They snatched it and grabbed their mask to lift it.\r \n“No no… fuck.”\r \nSam stopped them, holding the mask over their face and pulling back the canteen. Hands slapped at her arm but fortunately they were small. She pulled the tube from her mask, letting it hang off her vest and started stuffing the other end into the canteen. The short person found it, their struggles easing as they fed the tube into their mask.\r \nThe canteen rapidly grew lighter until it was empty. They spasmed with a cough, doubling over while Sam took out her reserve, she held the tube and lay a hand flat, easing them down before putting it into the canteen. They drank slower this time.\r \nShe waited until their shoulders sagged and they leaned against Sam’s shoulder. She held a thumbs up. They nodded and reflected the gesture. \r \nShe looked down and wrote. ‘S A M’ in the red dust, the letters vanishing as fast as she wrote them.\r \n‘S T A C Y’\r \n‘I H A V E S A F E’\r \nStacy gave a vigorous thumbs up.\r \nSam stood from the dust, hauling the pack onto her shoulder. Stacy tried to get her legs together until Sam hoisted her whole body up by her pack. She was only about 5ft nothing. Sam took out her anchor and locked it to Stacy’s pack, a long cable keeping them together. Stacy thudded against Sam’s chest, squeezing her tight and nodded for Sam to lead the way. Stepping carefully through the wind sharpened wreckage.\r \n\\-\r \nSam eased up, Stacy looked dead on her feet. She laid both her own and Stacy’s pack on the floor, it was too dark to walk safely. Stacy lifted herself up from being doubled over and gave two weak thumbs up, nodding to continue.\r \nSam shook her head and pointed to the broken scaffolding beside them. Stacy shrugged so Sam stepped close, gripping the sharp dagger of rusted metal and snapping it off, it had been at waist height and barely visible.\r \nStacy looked up at the night sky and sagged before nodding, following Sam down to sit. She shuffled across the ground and snuggled into the crook of Sam’s arm causing her to blush inside her mask, her arm pulling tight and firm around the small woman. She curled into Sam’s side, her mask resting on her shoulder. Bodies pressed together… It felt nice, having someone close, even through 4 layers of kevlar. Just feeling her slow breathing on Sam’s chest.\r \n\\-\r \nSam woke up, she pulled herself out of the rust that had buried them overnight… she dug down, where was stacy? She pulled the anchor, the cable sliding through the sand until a carabiner popped out.\r \n“STACY!” she cried out to no use.\r \nShe didn’t even check if her pack was still there and climbed the wreckage. “Not alone, not again!” she cried as her legs threw her up the frame, her arms caught the girder, hauling and throwing herself up the scaffolding. She neared the top when a hand appeared in front of her, offering to help.\r \n“Jesus christ.” she gasped out in relief, her helmet clacking against the metal. She threw herself up the last few feet to stand beside Stacy, hooking the anchor back to the girl’s suit, pulling her into her chest and holding her firm. Stacy gave her a quick hug back and offered a cheerful thumbs up. Sam exhaled the hard lump in her throat and reluctantly let go.\r \n\\-\r \nSam hauled both packs on her shoulder, Stacy close behind on her tether when she reached the door. Her hand digging down through a few inches of red dust to grip the handle and haul the heavy metal up and open, a dark run of off kilter stairs descending down into darkness. Stacy practically jogged down, Sam took it slow, pulling the door shut behind sealing the room in pitch darkness.\r \nShe stepped slowly and found her halfway down.\r \n“Almost there.” she said, her voice was hoarse but the constant roar of wind had died down inside the tunnel.\r \n“Oh my god, I can hear you! Hi!” said Stacy, her voice muffled.\r \nThey stepped down slowly in the dark.\r \nShe reached the flat floor and started unzipping her suit. There was a rip of velcro from Stacy and heavy whumphs of kevlar collapsing to the floor.\r \nShit… she hoped she cleaned before she left, she hadn’t had a guest before. She gripped the handle and twisted, the bulkhead opening on her home and letting out an orange glow of light. Stacy ignored it, her eyes… green eyes sparkling through red hair, naturally red, not from the rust. Her smile faltered.\r \n“Wait, you’re a girl?” she said, the sparkle gone as she gave Sam a quick once over. Sam quickly stepped inside, scooping a shirt off a hook by the door and holding it over her chest.\r \n“Sam… it’s short for Samantha.” she said.\r \nShe took a second shirt off a hook and offered it to Stacy who turned it down, content to walk inside naked. Sam took the opportunity when Stacy looked over her place to throw the shirt on, pulling down the front to cover herself.\r \n“Hrm….” started Stacy, turning back to smile at Sam. “You know what… I can work with this.” said Stacy, her eyes running down over Sam’s body."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [POETRY] music, and sex.
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"content": "She clenched her calves, letting the muscle cramp and ease to release some of the adrenaline coursing through her. Her heart thundered in her ears with the rising panic, a constant ‘thump thump thump’. She wanted to struggle, to thrash and break free but terror kept her safely in place. The thousand wires pulling into her flesh, pinching the soft skin of her waist and breasts. Not a knot in sight, just loops, weight and terror.\n\nThe stool screamed as he slid it away, metal legs vibrating across the bare concrete. The sound made her jump, her body swinging ever so slightly.\n\n“Let’s hope you don’t sound like that.” he said. His hand pressed to her chest, steadying her. She was thankful for it, then angry for thinking anything but malice toward him.\n\n“Hrmmph.” she muttered against the cloth gag.\n\nShe felt like a seagull caught in fishing line. He hummed and plucked one of the lines, hum, pluck. The two tones pulled together as her ankle was drawn a fraction higher. He clucked his tongue with satisfaction, his fingers hovering above her back and drawing across each line, tugging individually from her throat down to the tip of her toe.\n\n“I told you I could give you perfect pitch.” he mused, the smile audible in his voice."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Leah was furious, she had barely fetched a pittance at the auction. Paul was a lucky guy, and he was gonna get the best out of his bargain.
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"content": "Even Becky Everett got $1,000. Leah threw her tiara across the dressing room, where it knocked something off of someone else's cubby, but Leah didn't care. She was up last in the auction, which meant they had expected a date with her to fetch the best price. Sure, all the money was pooled and it all supported the country club, but everyone knew it was the club's annual beauty pageant. Either everyone spent their money too early, or for whatever reason a 36-24-36 blonde in a tight black dress just wasn't anyone's type.\r \n\r \nAnyone except Paul. Paul's opening bid was only the $100 minimum, and not a single person contested the auction. 15 seconds of deafening silence, and Leah was auctioned off at the same price as some of the provisional members had gone for.\r \n\r \nThere wasn't anything wrong with Paul, really. Good family, founding club members, and he was Wharton. He had asked her out once in high school, and a few times in college, and again after college. Leah had turned him down every single time. Not be be indelicate, but the reason was that Becky once told her that Paul was ... on the small side. \"Perfect for deepthroating,\" Becky had giggled. Leah tried not to think about that. Besides, the date auctions were pretty clear that sexual activity of any kind was prohibited on the date.\r \n\r \nLeah dried her eyes and breathed deeply as she repeated her mantra a few times in front of the mirror. Walking back into the ballroom, she sought out Paul to work out the hurtful details. He was talking with the club president, and didn't notice her waiting in the wings for a few minutes; but he was extremely apologetic when he was able to give his full attention to her.\r \n\r \n\"Ms. Wilson,\" he stated with a grandiose bow.\r \n\r \n\"Shut the \\*fuck\\* up, Paul. We've known each other since we were kids and you sound like an asshole when you do that,\" she snapped back at him.\r \n\r \nPaul assented, and gestured that they should walk out onto the patio to continue their conversation. He offered his tuxedo jacket to her to stave off the midnight air, and several of the longtime club members wished the pair a lovely evening as they spoke in whispered tones.\r \n\r \n\"I talked with Roger about upping my bid,\" Paul explained. \"They'll take it, of course, but it gets better - my family knows the Chronicler, and they'll change the chronicle to reflect my new bid, so it's gonna list $2,000 on the record. People might argue about remembering differently, but I'll insist I paid $2,000, and nobody's going to question my word on it.\"\r \n\r \nLeah's face brightened, and her spirits soared. This small-dicked man knew how the game was played, and he played it like a fucking virtuoso. She threw her arms around him and planted a giant kiss on his lips.\r \n\r \n\"I suppose this means I have to fuck you,\" panted Leah.\r \n\r \n\"I was hoping you'd feel that way,\" whispered Paul."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Writer’s choice! Anything involving one (or more?!) woman/women wearing an outfit consisting of a bikini top(s), but no bikini bottom(s). Bonus points for creativity, and keep it all consensual.
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"content": "Lindsey was absolutely adoring her vacation! The cruise had been such a good idea. Her best friend Rachel had invited her to come with some of her friends and it was amazing! They had been pampered on the ship and now they had hit up a beach on this tropical island with nothing to do but swim, sun, and drink the day away. She'd been hesitant when Rachel had told her the beach was clothing optional, but Rachel had convinced her, telling her it was fine if she never took anything off and that since their cruise was more of a party cruise there wouldn't be a bunch of creepy old guys at the beach staring at them.\r \n\r \n\rThere were a few of course, but Lindsey had been shocked by the number of hunky men and pretty women that frequented the beach. All in various states of undress. Some wore normal bathing suits but others let it all hang out. A few of the women went topless and others fully nude. It caused Lindsey to blush until she got used to it, but she had and now she was enjoying the beach. In fact, Rachel and she were swimming out to a rock formation in the water that had a ladder and platform to climb up and dive from. They'd been watching people have fun jumping and had decided to try it.\r \n\r \n\rAs they waited nervously for their turn Lindsey looked over Rachel. Her tanned and toned friend was wearing a sparkly silver fabric bikini over her athletic body. Lindsey idly wished she looked that good. Rachel had a flat stomach with almost washboard abs. Her long dark hair and dark eyes gave her a seductive, mysterious appearance that Lindsey envied. Her own body was a little less in shape, she had more weight on her chest and ass, and her stomach was soft yet not fat at all. Most people seemed to think she was attractive and called her curvy.\r \n\r \n\r\"It's our turn!\" Rachel's enthusiasm broke Lindsey from her thoughts. Glancing up she saw the line ahead of them had disappeared.\r \n\r \n\rStanding at the edge Lindsey had second thoughts. It was way higher than it looked from below! The clear blue water below was inviting but there was no way that Lindsey was going to jump from way up here.\r \n\r \n\r\"Don't chicken out on me!\" Rachel pleaded and grabbed Lindsey's hand. \"I'll tell you what, let's jump together.\"\r \n\r \n\rLindsey nodded dumbly and squeezed Rachel's hand, harder than she intended, as the two stepped to the edge. Lindsey felt butterflies in her stomach and she bit her lip. Then she decided to close her eyes as Rachel began counting down from three. Rachel rocked their arms back and forth with each number and when she yelled \"jump\" Lindsey leaped forward. The brief rush of wind and salt spray around her was accompanied by the feeling of weightlessness then the water splashed around her, pushing upward on her body as she sliced into the waves.\r \n\r \n\r\"Oh my god that was so amazing!\" Rachel announced as she treaded water and wiped her long dark hair out of her face. Looking at Lindsey she saw the other girl was distressed. \"What's wrong?\"\r \n\r \n\r\"Ummm, I uh seem to have had a situation when I hit the water,\" Lindsey blushed and looked around as if trying to see who was near them in the water. \r \n\r \n\r\"What? Like one of your boobs popped out?\" Rachel immediately glanced at her friend's chest but Lindsey shook her head. The light brown haired girl was still wearing her top. Rachel’s eyes flicked lower. “Your… bottom?”\r \n\r \n\rLindsey nodded, still blushing fiercely she looked around wildly looking for the errant garment and Rachel joined her friend. When neither of them saw it Rachel dived beneath the water trying to find the piece of cloth. When she surfaced gasping for breath Lindsey looked hopeful until the dark-haired woman shook her head.\r \n\r \n\r“What am I going to do?” Lindsey hissed, practically whispering her voice was so low. \r \n\r \n\r“Don’t worry hun,” Rachel’s soothing tone made Lindsey relax for a moment. “It’s a nude beach! No one’s going to care. Hell take the top off too and no one will blink an eye!”\r \n\r \n\r“I can’t!” Lindsey went wide eyed as she snapped back at her friend, a little louder than she meant to. She glanced at the other people diving and swimming but no one was paying the two much attention.\r \n\r \n\r“Well, you’ll look a little funny with just your top on but I’ll tell you what,” Rachel sighed and glanced around. “Besides if I had breasts like yours I might go topless just to show off. But I know it makes you uncomfortable so…”\r \n\r \n\rLindsey was shocked as Rachel held up a small strip of fabric, it was the sparkling silver color of her bikini! Had Rachel really taken her bikini bottoms off? Glancing through the water Lindsey could tell that Rachel was indeed no longer wearing anything below the waist.\r \n\r \n\r“At least you won’t have to be embarrassed alone,” Rachel said as she started to swim towards shore. Lindsey followed grateful for that at least but dreading when they got to shore.\r \n\r \n\rAs their feet hit the sandy bottom of the ocean both women started to walk instead of swim, working their way up the shoreline until they stood only waist deep in the refreshing, crystal clear water. Lindsey couldn’t help herself and glanced over at Rachel. Where the toned woman’s bikini bottoms had been there was only a thin strip of well trimmed hair. Lindsey had trimmed too but had a bit wider of a patch as she had only been trying to make sure it was neat for her bikini. Glancing around Lindsey didn’t see anyone staring at them even as Rachel stepped out of the water enough that thin rivulets of water ran down her inner thighs from seawater caught in her pubic hair. Exhaling slowly Lindsey followed her friend. \r \n\r \n\r“Hey girls, decided to try something a little daring I see,” Teased Lorenzo, their friend Abbey’s boyfriend. His girlfriend looked up from where she was laying nude and tanning her back and smiled approvingly and poked her boyfriend for being a tease. “Looks good, strange choice but looks good.”\r \n\r \n\rBoth women blushed and glanced down, which only reminded them they were nude below the waist, then inevitably they glanced over at each other and laughed. Honestly as they moved towards their towels they noticed more stares from people who looked confused than lecherous. Still as Lindsey sat down she felt strange and squirmed on the blanket.\r \n\r \n\r“No one really cares do they?” The lighter haired woman whispered to her friend as they settled down on their beach towels, “Though to be honest I kind of wish they would?”\r \n\r \n\r“You could always start playing with yourself,” Rachel spoke softly but couldn’t help a laugh. “That would get their attention.”\r \n\r \n\rLindsey’s eyes flicked upward for a brief second and then she blushed and looked away from Rachel. The other girl stared at the normally reserved woman and opened her mouth in suprise.\r \n\r \n\r“Oh my god Lin! You really thought about it!” Rachel hissed when she recovered from her shock.\r \n\r \n\r“No I didn’t.” Lindsey lied, but Rachel’s eyes were roaming her body. She could see the faint flush in Lindsey’s skin, the pert tightness of Lindsey’s hard nipples despite the warm sun and the fact that they had dried off rather quickly in the tropical heat. Even more telling was when Rachel let her eyes drift to her friend’s naked and exposed mound. The slight trace of wetness and the puffy swell of excitement was subtle but definitely there. Lindsey glanced at Rachel then down at herself and squirmed. “Okay maybe I did! Just a little! It would be kind of nice if some of these hot guys stared at me.”\r \n\r \n\r“What about the girls?” Rachel said and turned so she could face Lindsey as she talked. Almost imperceptibly she parted her own legs slightly. “Some of them might like to see that.”\r \n\r \n\r“Me? Masturbating?” Lindsey whispered in disbelief, but her eyes showed her thoughts spinning a mile a minute. “Ummm, well that’s kind of hot I guess.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Succubus has trapped a Nun and plans on corrupting her into another Succubus, her magic mixed with the nun's purity turns them both into extremely curvy and horny Angels!
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"content": "When I woke up, I was alone in my bed. I stretched out my beautifully fluffy wings and got out of bed to make my way to the kitchen. And standing at the stove, humming sweet as a songbird and proudly displaying her naked form, was my wife Nadya hovering over a pan full of frying eggs.\n\nNadya was beautiful even before our transformation, but nowadays she was absolutely radiant. Her skin was a rich olive tone, eternally blemish-free and soft as silk, and her hair was a luscious mane the color of midnight. Of course, I was as horny for her as I was smitten with her, so my eyes were drawn to the rest of her body. Her ass was like a gloriously large cushion attached to her hips that quaked and jiggled with every step she took. Her watermelon-sized tits I could see even with her wings in the way, and I simply couldn't stop myself from sneaking up behind her and fondling them with a sudden grab.\n\nNadya moaned and instinctively turned off the burner as I purred, \"Aw, for me? You shouldn't have.\"\n\nNadya giggled. \"Mmm, don't act like a perfect bimbo angel like you doesn't deserve the absolute best.\"\n\nI whispered in Nadiya's ear, \"The best is right in front of me, sweetheart,\" before nipping at Nadya's neck. Nadya let out a beautiful moan as she worked a hand between my legs and started to draw me out. I let out a moan in response, at which point all pretenses of self-control were abandoned as Nadya pressed me up against a wall and we started making out like we were seconds away from death.\n\nOnce we had stumbled back to the bed, Nadya pushed me onto it and started to finger me faster. Unable to control myself and physically incapable of finding reasons I should, I grabbed at Nadya's tit and started suckling aggressively. With a sharp, euphoric gasp, Nadya said to me, \"I love you so much, Oksana.\"\n\n\"I love you so much, Nadya.\"\n\nWith a grin, Nadya replaced her hand with her mouth and started eating me out. I clamped my legs around Nadya's head as the erotic sneak attack sent excited shivers through my body. \"Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK! SO GOOD! PLEASE DON'T STOP!\"\n\nNadya looked up at me with the most beautiful look in her eyes. \"Not for all the brimstone in Hell, baby girl,\" she said before getting back to work. My mind was a fireworks show under the influence of Nadya's tongue, and all I cared about was making sure the show didn't end prematurely. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore, and I came with Nadya's hands digging into my thighs.\n\nOnce Nadya had removed her head from my nethers and planted a kiss that tasted like the both of us on my lips, she purred, \"Your turn.\" With a grin, I rolled Nadya over onto her back and said, \"Anything for my baby girl.\"\n\nAnd on the morning went, with Nadya and I reaffirming our passionate love for each other. Every kiss, love bite, and gentle hand renewing the promise we made, every moan and pet name proving some things are eternal. It was almost noon by the time we stopped, though heaven knows it wasn't for a lack of energy; we were just finally satisfied and knew that the other was satisfied as well.\n\nAs Nadya rested her head on my chest, she looked up at me and said, \"Oksana, did I ever tell you why you're amazing?\"\n\nI giggled. \"Many times, and I hope you never stop telling me.\"\n\n\"I used to believe that you could only ever do the right thing or have fun. I thought the two could never meet, and I had every intention of proving that the day I tried to make a succubus out of you. But you, wonderfully and erotically flawless you, proved me wrong without saying a word. Because of you and the brilliance of your soul, I can do both, be both. And I will love you forever for it.\"\n\nI kissed Nadya on the cheek and purred, \"Forever sounds great to me, baby girl.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When your holstaur gf asked if you'd be down for a threesome, you agreed right away. It didn't occur to you the "cool friend" she had in mind was an 8-foot tall minotaur with a cock you can barely fit both hands around. It *definitely* didn't occur to you that you'd be so okay with that.
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"content": "\"I made you the best milkshake!\" I declared, \"local milk, splash of cream, ice cream that I made myself and vanilla bean\"\n\n\"That can wait,\" said Hilda as she unclasped her bra, \"I'm thinking of another milkshake.\"\n\n\"ok?\"\n\n\"I want a pearl necklace.\"\n\n\"Oh.\" and I followed her into the bedroom, she laid on the bed, I got on top of her and put my dick between her breasts. \"You know before I met you I thought this just happened in porn.\"\n\n\"Mostly, but when I was in the industry I got a taste for it, I miss that work, but my current job allows me to make more money without worrying about trying to build up a personal brand.\"\n\n\"I'm sure you don't miss wiping cum off you face as a daily workplace occurrence.\" \n\n\"What do you think I'm doing right now?\"\n\n\"Well sure but every day?\"\n\nHilda paused, \"You know we should have a threesome, I have a cool friend.\"\n\n\"Cool friend eh? What do they talk in outdated skater slang?\"\n\n\"Those are bold word coming from a man in cock biting range.\"\n\n\"Speaking of coming.\" I said as I cummed on her face, \"oops not much of a necklace.\"\n\n\"It's ok, I like facials.\"\n\n\"That's good if I were in your position I would be too preoccupied finding some tissues.\"\n\n\"You never know until you experience it\"\n\n\"doubt it.\"\n\n\"Milkshake is good by the way but it needs something.\" Hilda looks at me as she scoops a wad of semen off her face and put it in the milkshake, stirs with the straw and takes a big sip, \"ah much better, and now you can say it was made with love.\"\n\n\"I always make food with love.\"\n\nHilda stared at me.\n\n\"I mean, metaphorically, I don't-\"\n\nHilda giggled, \"I'm just giving you a hard time.\"\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n \"So this is Karl.\" said Hilda as she pointed at an absolute beast- sorry poor choice of a words, a very athletic minotaur \"he's head of security.\"\n\n\"My god, do you physically throw people out?\"\n\n\"nah,\" said Karl, \"I mostly wrangle spreadsheet, this,\" Karl curls and flexes the biggest bicep I ever saw, \"is from the gym. looking the part did help me get the job but my background is in administration.\"\n\n\"Well I hope you can administrate this threesome.\" I cringed internally the second after I said that.\n\n\"I'm afraid that was an elective I ultimately decided not to take, seem like we need to figure this out through trial and error.\" He took off his jacket, feeling that I had nothing productive to say I started making out with Karl, mostly to make everyone forget the awkward things I said.\n\n\"Hilda's right, you are a good kisser.\" A bra hit him in the face. \"Ok, I see that you two are eager- damn you're naked already.\"\n\n\"I need to be,\" said Hilda, \"This is going to get messy fast.\"\n\n\"Guess I need to step up my game\" he said as he took off his pants. his flaccid member was pretty big.\n\n\"Ok, so where do we want to start?\"\n\n\"Well I want that thing inside me.\" said hilda.\n\n\"Alright.\" I said as I played with her clit. And she started to stroke Karl, and holy shit, that's not a member, it's not a dick or a penis, hell it's not a cock, its the cock.\"\n\n\"You sure about this?\"\n\n\"pfft, that thing? there's like probably 50 cocks in the village that I grew up in at least an inch girthier.\"\n\n\"Ok.\" I say as I slather her pussy in lube. \"Well I'm pretty sure you can't get wetter.\"\n\nKarl took that as his cue. I took the backdoor as I played with Hilda's clit. Karl's balls kept slapping mine as he thrusted. At some point I decided to time my thrusts so my balls could spend as much time touching Karl's balls as they can.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\nAt some point for some reason I still don't understand, I decided I wanted a facial. Just for the novelty, I said to myself. I got down on my knees, \"does this bring back memories?\"\n\n\"Nah, during my porn days as I was mostly known as the pussy whisperer.\"\n\n\"I thought you gave lots of titjobs?\"\n\n\"I only did that once, still my highest viewed video.\"\n\n\"But you keep pestering me to give them to you.\" I said with annoyance, but the effect was undermined as my face was hit by hot minotaur cum.\"\n\n\"Wanna milk shake?\"\n\n\"Sure.\" I said as I took the milk shake from Hilda's hands, I took a sip, then locked eyes with Hilda as I put a bit of Karl cum in my cup. Ok it was a glass but I was on a alliteration roll. \"This is better.\" Still not not sure what took ahold of me that made me do that but I'm looking forward to spending more time with Karl and figuring it out.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\"Ok,\" said Karl, \"I really enjoyed tonight but I'm afraid I have to go.\"\n\n\"Maybe you can come tomorrow?\"\n\n\"Oh I can,\" said Karl, \"But I'm hopping that cum more times then that.\"\n\nI giggled, I fricking giggled like a schoolgirl, \"that would be nice.\" \n\nAs he leaves I notice in the hallway mirror that my face is still covered with his cum."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Up next, America's Next Top Milf"
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"content": "Cheerful music played over an aerial view of a California mansion that zoomed in on the front garden before cutting to a view of the buxom blonde host - Candi Cain, 39, two-time AVN award winner for Best MILF Performer. She was standing in front of the mansion and grinning, her huge tits on the verge of spilling out of a little black mini dress: \n\r \n“Hello, and welcome to a new season of America’s Next Top MILF, the show dedicated to finding the country’s most fuckable amateur mommies and putting them to work sucking, fucking, and strutting their stuff on camera for your pleasure.” Candi was grinning as she continued, “As always, we aim to live up to the potential of television in the post-FCC era, and to our show’s motto. ‘American’s Next Top MILF: Real Moms, Real Stroke-Value.’” \n\r \nThe camera cut to an interior, a catwalk like at a fashion show, while Candi continued to speak as a voice-over: \n\r \n“This season, six hot moms have come to LA to compete. Although none of them have any previous experience in sex work, you might know some of these mommies… and be surprised to find them here. Each week they will compete in challenges to please and impress the judges, working to win the weekly prize and compete for the final title of ‘America’s Next Top MILF.’ By the end of the season, they will all have been thoroughly trained for their future careers in pornography, and you can’t put a price on that… but the overall winner will also receive a contract for a series of ten additional films worth $250,000. Now that we’ve covered what they’re competing for – let’s meet the mommies.” \n\r \nThe first MILF came strutting out onto the catwalk. Lights were flashing, like camera flashes, and there was crowd noise from a small audience of extras that the lighting and camera angles made seem larger. The background music went sleazy – something that might have played at a strip club. \n\r \nA muscular Latin woman with long black hair in a braid came down the catwalk. She wore a very tight sports bra with the printed word MILF stretched across her breasts… other than that, she wore a pair of sneakers - athleisure meets the strip club. Candi introduced her: \n\r \n“Maria is a 38-year-old recently divorced mother of two. We’ve verified that she initiated the divorce, and when we asked her why she claimed he had a small penis. Maria is a personal trainer from San Diego, California… and I’d very much like to do some personal training with her, if you know what I mean. You can check out her audition tape, free on our website, where she was paired with a 20-year-old stud for a try-out fuck. She didn’t do anal, but now that she’s on the show, I’m sure that we will have her taking it up the ass in no time. With a mommy like Maria, well, I wish they all could be California Girls!” The camera did a close-up on Maria’s face, catching her enormous, obviously fake, grin. A text overlay labeled her: Maria ‘California Girl,’ 38. Maria strutted off as the next MILF came down the catwalk. \n\r \nThis second woman was bleached blonde, tall and very slender with her hip bones sticking out. Her breasts were large - obviously augmented – but the work had been done well. At first glance she looked like she was 35, maybe 40, and had done too much artificial tanning. If you looked closer, you might notice the tight look of the skin on her face and conclude that she’d had multiple face lifts – and probably other work – and so was likely older. She was naked except for a pair of very high stilettos and some jewelry that looked expensive. Candi began describing her with a mocking tone: \n\r \n“Anna is a divorced mother of one from New York City and, unlike with our other mommies, the father has full custody. Thanks to the courts, she officially has no visitation or contact with her child. When Anna married a wealthy real estate developer, she thought she’d struck gold. She took nearly $20 million from him in the divorce settlement and thought she’d never work another day in her life… but this Trophy Bimbo burned through it all in less than five years. Increasingly desperate attempts to find a wealthy husband brought her to our attention, and now she’s going into pornography to fund her lifestyle and her coke habit. We won’t let the plastic surgery her husband paid for go to waste – and we’re going to make sure that you can see the sexual skills that convinced a normally shrew businessman he couldn’t wait for a prenup. If you ever wanted to watch a gold-digger get punished, this is your chance. If you check out her audition tape, free on our website, you’ll see her paired with a 22-year-old stud for hard fucking. She already does anal in that scene… but she complains about it. I’m sure that this competition will cure her of that.” A slight pause, as the camera did a close-up of Anna’s face. Was that a hint of humiliation showing through her fake enthusiastic grin? She hadn’t expected to end up like this. Candi continued, “Something interesting. This mommy didn’t want us to put up her actual age. She was willing to suck and fuck on camera but drew the line at publicly admitting her age. Well, we are honoring that insistence, although… our porn studs don’t need to worry that she’ll be tracking them down for child support payments; this Trophy Bimbo is certified menopausal so they can freely cream pie her.” The text overlay labeled her: Anna ‘Trophy Bimbo,’ Menopausal."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) A rich greedy asshole screwed over another man and fucks his wife to add salt to the injury. Years later, the other man's daughter became an intern in his company. Attracted to her beauty, he used his power to take advantage of the girl but as karma would have it, she is HIS daughter.
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"content": ">!Unfinished, unedited, unpolished.!< \n\n\nClaire sat, straight spine, more perched on the chair than sitting with her back to the glass. She heard the muffled words behind her, the sleazy salesman, the executives who nodded along and smiled. Her hand scrawled away, doodling on the notepad on her thigh, barely conscious of it as the pen flitted on its own. The tea stand sat in front of her, hot and ready for the moment they requested refreshments.\r \nThe muted conversation started to wind up… which was good as she was running out of page. She slipped the notepad into her purse at the base of the tea-stand behind the little curtain. She remained still as the laughs and smiling men in their suits filed out, words becoming crisp, patting of shoulders and loud clapping handshakes with the exchanging of business cards. She sat, straight, eyes forward like an automaton which needed a fresh windup.\r \nDoors closed, the laughing becoming distant in the halls beyond, she rose, reaching for the unused tea cart.\r \n“I would like Tea.” said his voice.\r \nClaire jumped, finding him staring at her. His lips a disdainful curl, perfectly styled salt and pepper hair, broad shoulders in what she assumed was an expensive suit. His assistant practically oozing behind him with overflowing sexuality and a cruel smile. She was everything Claire wanted to be.\r \nMarcus…\r \nHe stepped back into the meeting room leaving a silent assistant scrutinising her closely, sharp eyes cutting across her. Claire rose and pushed the tea cart in, hair’s pricking along her neck as she passed the assistant, glancing around the empty room. Marcus stood by the head of the oak… she didn’t know if it was an oak table but, that was the word that came to mind for expensive and the room dripped of expense. He cast a hand at the seat at the head of the table. His seat. Claire quickly prepared a cup and brought it over while the assistant approached her tea cart.\r \nClaire stood awkwardly, holding the cup, unsure if she should offer it to him or place it at the seat indicated. So she stood beside him trying to keep the nerves off her face.\r \n“Sit.” he said.\r \nThere was a loud clatter of her purse’ contents spilling over the table. She flinched toward her stuff, the tea warbling inside the cup causing her to stop and steady it. He pulled back the chair, eyes burning into her. Her legs went to jelly under him and she lowered, the chair pushed in beneath her securely. The assistant laughed and tutted while picking through the contents of her purse like a falcon toying with the entrails of a dead mouse. She slid her notebook across the table toward him.\r \nClaire blushed, biting her lip as he pulled back the cover.\r \n“No no no, that’s just…” she started.\r \n“You take notes of confidential meetings?” he said.\r \nShe cringed, still stupidly holding the cup as he glanced from one messy scrawled page of her unfiltered thoughts to the next. Insults, critiques, doodles and innermost thoughts all laid bare. The assistant tossed thing’s from the table to the bin that hung off the side of her cart. Her lipstick, mascara…\r \nHe reached the last page.\r \n‘Liar!’ centred in big letters. ‘Conman, slimy salesman, full of shit!’ a smile curled Marcus’ lips at the collage of words.\r \nHe highlighted the bottom corner with his finger.\r \n“Huh, you’re in here.” he said with a smile at his assistant. His finger on the mess of thoughts around the word ‘Power Bitch’.\r \nClaire felt her face burn, she didn’t think it could get worse until his finger drifted to the top right. Navigating what she had assumed was indecipherable musings. Just kill her and be over with it!\r \n“And this is me.” he said, it wasn’t a question. She wanted to look away but he caught her gaze and wouldn’t let her go. She… couldn’t look at the words she had written there.\r \nThe tea shook in the cup, her finger running on it’s own across the bottom of the saucer, curling and scrawling the letters for ‘totally fucked!’.\r \n“I will leave, I’m sorry.”\r \n“You take notes of confidential meetings, get caught, and think you can leave?”\r \n“They're not notes.” she said. She regretted it the moment the words left her mouth, she felt like a child telling her father ‘my dog ate it’.\r \nHe glanced at his assistant, sharing a smile with her.\r \n“Miss…”\r \n“Claire.” said Claire.\r \n“It seems there has been an outbreak of q-fever in the office. The CDC came, a terrible inconvenience and miss Claire here was put into quarantine.” he said.\r \nThe assistant nodded and left the room without a word.\r \nShe swallowed, feeling like she should feel safer without the Falcon glaring down at her, manicured nails ready to spill her out onto the floor… but she didn't. Marcus waited for her to leave and slid a folder toward her, one of the many left on the table. His hand paused at the cover.\r \n“You showed me yours.” he said, opening the cover to reveal a familiar image. Scrawled words covered the page, angry sharp biting angles, the word ‘Liar!’ at its centre. She lingered, pouring over the page, ‘cute, poverty, pathetic, golden ringlets, terrible fashion, hand is writing, notes, taking notes, spy?’ all bunched up in the bottom left which had to be her.\r \nShe looked up to see a smile on his lips. His finger digging into the chair adjacent and flinching, cutting little curves and hooks with the tip across the leather, writing all on its own just like hers did.\r \n“You knew he was lying?” she said.\r \n“You will sit in on a board meeting two days from now.”\r \n“I… have class.”\r \n“Are you sure?” he asked, false sympathy oozing out of him. He placed the back of his hand to her forehead and lifted her chin, eyes running down her features and lingering on her lips. “You’re sick, remember… Either way you’re here, no phone, no internet, no communication until I have made my moves. You can either spend that time learning or assembling a puzzle in a windowless box.”\r \nShe felt the tremble rise from her legs, threatening to overtake her with his fingers on her chin.\r \n“I… I want to learn.”\r \n“Leave the purse.” he said, nodding toward the door, his hand falling away just as his thumb approached her lips. She took in a quivering breath, eyes lingering on his profile. She followed his gaze to the Falcon, smirking with a cocked brow from the door."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She always seemed embarrassed when her friend would forcibly shove food into her mouth, but the real reason that she was blushing so hard was that the force feeding actually turned her on...
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"content": "Zach listens to Sarah as she talks about not wanting to eat too much out of fear of losing her slim tomboy figure and having people not want to date her, because of it. He becomes annoyed by the constant growling of her stomach. \n\nHe hated to see how she only ate the bare minimum to survive. Before her next visit he goes out and buy a pair of hand cuffs. When she comes over, he grabs her and cuffs her hands behind her back. She struggles against him, but it's no use he's too strong for her. \n\nZack walks Sarah over to the table. Her mind racing thinking he's about to do something lewd to her body. However when she smells the food he cook, she realizes what he's actually doing. \n\nHe sits doing and forces her onto his lap. \"Now you're going to eat till your stomach stops growling\" He says as he starts fixing her a plate from the wide selection of food. She struggles lightly trying to get away. \"Please don't make me\" She begs.\n\nHe replies \"This is for your own good\". He grips her chin in a way to force her mouth open. He gets a spoon full of Mac and Cheese, blows on it lightly then forces into her mouth as she tries to push it away with her tongue. Once it's no her mouth, he forces her mouth closed till her swallows. \n\nHe covers her mouth with his hand to prevent her from spitting. Her thighs rub together as she tries not to swallow, but must eventually give in. As he feeds her more, she begins to become wet from forgetfulness of his action. \n \nEach bite making her more and more aroused. When she refused to bite a piece of meat, he took it into his mouth chews it then kisses her pushing it into her mouth with his tongue. She savors the taste of his mouth wanting it more. \n\nHalfway through the meal, he starts to get hard from her grinding on his crotch. He smirks and slides a hand into her panties then starts rubbing her clit. She looks back at him swallowing hard then moaning lightly. \"Please use me I'm so horny right now\" She begs. \n\nHe smirks \"After you finish your plate\". She looks at the plate then reluctant opens her mouth for more food. As she eats the rest of her food, he teases and plays with her pussy. Soon she finishes her plate. He pushes her face towards it. \"Lick it clean\" His commanding tone sends a pleasurable shiver down her spine.\n\nShe licks the plate clean then he moves it to the side. He stands up bending her over the edge of the table then yanks her pants and panties down to around her ankles. He starts fingering her roughly. She whimpers and moans. \n\n\"Please fuck me\" She begs as she shakes her hips playfully. He smirks again and slaps her ass. He pulls out his cock and rubs the tip against her pussy. She gasps at the size. \n\nBefore she can even think about regretting her choices, he thrusts into her hard putting his full length into her. She screams out in pleasure as her pussy is stretched to its limit. He pulls all the way back till the tip is the only part in her then slams back into her.\n\nShe gasps and moans loving the roughness of it all. He thrusts like that over and over rubbing all her sweet spots and slamming against her cervix. He slides his hand under her shirt and fondled her perky c-cup breast. She moans louder as he gropes her breast and teases her nipples.\n\nShe squirms on his cock as her toes curl and she arches her back. Her legs feel like jello and her knees start to buckle. Luckily he notices this and flips her onto her back. She keeps her back arched to prevent resting on the handcuffs.\n\nHe puts her legs on his shoulders and pounds harder and faster into her. He kisses her deeply as he feels her pussy tighten around his cock. She returns the kiss passionately. \"Keep g..going I...I'm so close\" She says between moans. \n\nHe continues to pound into her getting close as well. \"I'm getting close too\" He says panting. She wraps her legs around his waist. \"Don't pull out\" She says looking deeply into his eyes. He finally slams into her cumming hard coating her womb with his seed right as she orgasms squirting all over his cock. \n\nShe pants as she lets her legs fall down. He kisses her softly then says \"That was great\". She smiles and nods in agreement. \"We'll definitely need to do that again\" She says. \n\nA few months later, a familiar scene can be observed with her sitting on his lap as he feeds her again. However he had to feed her twice as much since she's now eating for two."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Looking for some prompts to continue a story I'm in the midst of writing.
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"content": "First, I don't have a prompt.\n\nSounds like their relationship is somewhat established and they wish to continue it. My recommendation, what is the absolute worst thing that could happen to them?\n\nMake it happen and watch them scramble to survive it and maintain their relationship.\n\nLet their parents know. Let it be the feud is actually mystical in nature and doom is upon them. Have his old cyborg nazi girlfriend show up. He is oathbound to serve in the military as part of his academy training and they try to fuck in between magically infused steampunk tank battles!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A lonely femboy finds a magical book and summons the prince of depravity. only the demon prince is an extremely hung, thick booty femboy who seems very horny.
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"content": "He just stared as the thig stumbled for a moment, shaking it's a head a little as it tried to get it's ground again. \"Fucking hell...\" It mumbled running it's hands down it's face, it heard getting summoned could be disorienting but this was bullshit. Once he refocused he shrunk down a bit so he didn't have to hunch down. He also actually got a good look at the kid who summoned him in the first place. Pretty short, maybe 5,6, dark brown hair, gorgeous thighs actually. Mark shouldn't have been thinking of such things on the job though.\n\nHe was just staring up at him, like he didn't expect it to work. \"*woah.*..\" He mumbled under his breath before clearing his throat. \"H-hey, I'm Shane.\" He said sort of awkwardly, he extended a hand before taking it back when he remembered that he had to cut it for the ritual. \"Yeah great, I'm sure you read the deal, you get one wish before I tear your reality to pieces. I recommend wishing to die first, it's gonna get pretty fucked, you don't wanna see that.\" Mark said as he sat down folding his large black wings against his back. Shane cleared his throat again, his face going a deep scarlet \"W-well, I was actually uh, I-I...\" He played with his fingers as he spoke, trying to find the words but Mark was growing increasingly impatient.\n\nHe took a deep breath \"All my friends lost their virginity forever ago and I'm turning 25 soon and I started thinking about it and kind of freaked myself out and... uh and, I was hoping to um a-ask if we could... w-well y'know\" He was pretty much whispering by the time he got to the end. The demon just stared at him for a second before speaking \"Wait wait, let me get this straight, you summoned me, knowing I would literally end the world, for the chance that you would get a good fucking?\" The human's face went deep scarlet as he quickly jumped to defend himself \"Well it sounds way worse when you put it like that!\" He balled up his fists and huffed, still deeply blushing. Mark usually would have made fun of him for a bit longer, maybe tease him for going this far but hardly being able to even talk about it, no wonder he was a virgin. But... Mark had to admit that he was pretty cute, and it was a mildly interesting that he had never done it before so his reactions would likely be just beautiful. The blond sighed and stood up \"Alright,\" He picked Shane up, mildly surprising him \"fine, I'll make sure you enjoy yourself then get on to causing the apocalypse. Even if it's not what we usually do, I can make an exception. Sound good?\" He asked as he got the flustered brunette on the bed and spread his legs.\n\nShane nodded quickly, his face and ears a bright red. \"Ok then, good.\"(I haven't decided if I'm gonna write more or not)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Milk does a body good!
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"content": "They say an army marches on its stomach. Which isn't the full truth...\n\nWith the recent annexation and summary marcher-lord status of Holstaria, the imperial armies are the most well fed and sexually satiated troops in the central kingdoms.\n\nFollow the story of one such holstaur, be it recruitment, the training and prep she goes through for fieldwork, or her free use status after being assigned to a scouting division."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] — Powerful Women
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"content": "Slight tweak, I hope you don't mind.\n\nSally's life was finally looking up. She just finally paid off her student loans, got promoted over that bitch, and found a cute, kind, & loving guy.\n\nTurns out the guy is married to the bitch, and she goes out of her way to make his life as miserable as possible. He couldn't divorce her without his family suffering from withdrawaling the arranged marriage. Sally however figured out that he has a trove of blackmail.\n\nNow the three of them are living in the same apartment. Sally now an amazingly dedicated lover, and that bitch is fittingly stuck in a bitch suit whenever she isn't at work. And seeing her face contort around her gag in anger & envy whenever Sally uses her new lover as a breeding stud is just delicious."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] In a world where the gender ratio is five women to one man, what does a normal relationship look like?
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"content": "Marshall was approached by two women. Both of them were in constant competition of who should date him. However, they both ended up deciding to share him on separate days of the week. \n\nCaleb was doing his best to get his heterosexual best friends, each of them a boyfriend, to date. After all of these attempts fail, they end up deciding to date him instead. \n\nAfter saving a God's life, Peter ends up living a life where he's dating five women at the same time. What was better? They all knew about each other and felt okay with the idea of dating him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: late twenties virgin never thought his first time would be with a domme after an eventful surreal date night!
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"content": "George Shipman went for drinks with Harold Kim when they finally finished work for the evening. They spent some time chatting about their lives, the pleasant idle conversation of long-term friends who saw each other regularly. After they’d been at it for well over an hour, when George was on his third drink, he finally asked something he’d been wondering about all day.\n\n\r \n“That new fellow in your section, the Mormon named Mark. Did you really set him up with Anna?” Harold grunted, took a sip from his drink.\n\n\r \n“Well, yes. He asked for help meeting someone since he’s new in the area. He’s a virgin, you know.” George took a moment to digest this.\n\n\r \n“You set up a Mormon virgin for a date with Anna?”\n\n\r \n“Yes.”\n\n\r \n“The Anna we went to school with? Mistress Anna?”\n\n\r \n“Yes.” George considered this for a moment.\n\n\r \n“She has a favorite strap-on, you know. An eight-inch, extra-thick, custom-made model that she named ‘Bitch Breaker.’” Harold smiled at him:\n\n\r \n“I was there for that conversation too, back in December. I think she was seeing if she could shock anyone, going on like that about pegging.” George stifled a laugh:\n\n\r \n“Or seeing who was interested.” A pause, another sip from his drink, and then, “It doesn’t seem fair to Mark, to set him up for something like that. Or Anna either, probably wasting her time.” Harold shrugged:\n\n\r \n“I had to do something like this, after hearing him talk about our little city like it’s full of perversion. The boy seems entirely too sheltered. Regardless – I told him I was setting him up with a high school English teacher, which is true… and I told Anna I was setting her up with an interested virgin, which is also true.” He smiled and took a sip from his drink, “So I didn’t lie to either of them, and I’m sure Anna will forgive me for wasting her time – especially if it produces some sort of ridiculous funny story she can tell later.” George shook his head:\r \n“Well, I hope that you’re right.” A pause, then, “Lets invite her to join us for brunch this weekend – if she’s annoyed then you can make up for her wasted time by paying for her meal… and if she got laid, well, I want to know.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Did you know if you hump you body pillow too often during masturbation it'll come to life and use you like you use it?! I didn't until now... I think Ill keep doing it too!!!
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"content": "“How can you be scared?” She smiled warmly at Mr Bear “I’m the one who is a foot shorter than him!” \n“I’m not scared… It’s just creepy, it’s batteries need replacing… Does it need to be in the lounge room all the time?” said John, the totally not scared. \n“I can’t move him, he is heavier than he looks and I’m not cutting him open to change the batteries!” \n“Hell, I’ll cu-” \n“Don’t touch him… He’s my bear.” said Chloe. \n“I… I’m just going to go.” \n“It’s just Mr Bear, he's fine.” \n“It’s not the bear.” \nChloe narrowed her eyes as the door closed shut on grumpy old John.\n\n“Sorry you had to see that Mr Bear.” she said, taking a huffing breath. \nHe smiled as always, eyes shining bright. John wasn’t that good anyway. \n“You are much more of a gentleman Mr Bear, bowtie all proper. Manners in place, you don’t interrupt a girl when she is talking.” \nChloe eyed him on the couch, sitting back with an arm across the back, looking at her like he was waiting to unpause a movie. She glanced at his snuggly side, warm and inviting. \n“I don’t want to watch a movie Mr Bear. I uh… have something else in mind.”\n\nChloe pulled the other clip tight on Mr Bear’s hip, the strap-on firmly anchored to his waist, straps vanishing down into his fur to help with the illusion. \n“Why Mr Bear, I didn’t realise you saw me that way.” she said with a grin. His eyes smiling at her, sitting confidently back with an arm across the back of the couch, unapologetic at the erection he sported. His gaze seemed to drop down to the clothes she wore and she felt a blush. \n“But It’s cold Mr Bear.” \nHe didn’t move… probably because he was inanimate but it felt like a silent insistence. Chloe slipped her Tshirt over her head, opting to keep the arm length cotton gloves on for warmth. He wouldn’t mind her skirt right? She grumbled when he didn’t look up and stepped out of her skirt too, standing cold in her underwear and stockings. \n“Easy for you! You don’t get cold.”\n\nShe wriggled out of her underware and quickly jumped onto his lap, knees sinking down into the couch cushion either side of him, hard plastic pressed against her waist as she snuggled down into his warmth. His soft fur grazed over her stomach and breasts, tickling and teasing her. She nuzzled down into his shoulder, maximising contact with his warmth. She threw his paw over her back. \n“You don’t want me getting cold, do you Mr Bear.” \nShe bit her lip, knowing he wouldn’t answer. She pressed into his chest, her hips rolling forward to feel the hard plastic against her, rising up slowly and rolling it against her lips. She took a quick ragged breath, gasping it out into his neck. His chest suddenly wheezed out a reply. \n“You’re my favourite.” he said in a low, crackling voice. \nHer heart raced at the unexpected words… she really should replace his batteries. Her sex suddenly glided over his cock, the surprise lubricating his way. Chloe narrowed her eyes. \n“You knew that would happen.”\n\nChloe rose up the strapon that put John to shame, gliding her sex up it’s length until the tip coaxed her clit from it’s hood. Polishing herself over his tip. \n“Mr Bear… you’re too big, I don’t know if it will fit.” she gasped. \nHis arm seemed to weigh down on her shoulder, growing heavier as she rose over his tip. She wanted to throw herself down on it, to feel her walls stretching around him, to make her feel properly full once again. \n“Do you want it?” she said, her face warm in his fur, lip bitten and flushing, his tip lingering at her entrance.\n\nChloe inched down a fraction, feeling her lips stretched wide. “Oh fuck, easy Mr Bear.” \nShe fought the weight of his arm easing herself down, taking an inch at a time until she let out a pained gasp. She rose, leaving him glistening and wet. \n“You have to take it easy with me Mr Bear, I’m only small.” \nHis fur grazed over her thighs, the sensation ending where her stockings began, her hair free and playing across his shoulder. She eased herself down again, feeling him run smoothly into her now that he was wet. Inch after inch running up into her sex. \n“Oh fuck I need you!”\n\nShe reached the spot again, his cock pulling at her inner lips, she should rise up and let it in smooth but he was almost there, so close to feeling it. She gave in to the weight of his paw, biting down on her lip as the last inch was forced into her. He reached deep, filling her where no one else could. His other paw rested in the small of her back, holding her firmly in place. A smile played across her lips as she kissed the fur of his neck. \n“I missed you too Mr Bear, no one fills me like you do.” \nShe didn’t want to rise off him, to thrust up and down his cock she just wanted to be here, filled and satisfied. She ran a hand down between them, his fur pulling at her fingerless arm-length glove. She reached down to her clit but resisted the desire to give in to its need, instead she tiptoed her fingers up her waist, counting out the inches until she found where his tip had reached.\n\nHis arms grew lighter but she didn’t want to rise, content in rolling her hips forward until she found her clit, stroking slowly in time with her rocking. She ground her sex over him without giving up a single inch. \n“Lets play.” he croaked out. \nShe narrowed her eyes, feeling his paws falling down to her hips. \n“I’m quite happy right here Mr Bear.” she said with a smile playing across her lips as she rocked her way toward the edge. \nHis paws felt insistent at her hips, she rose back, arching out her chest for him but his eyes shined at her, undistracted by the display. She focussed on his eyes, hips rocking faster, stocking sliding over his paws."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An elf grew up in a secluded elven forest village. She doesn't have any talent so everyone leaves her by herself, making her naive and innocent. Once she gets permission to hunt and explore the forest on her own she decides to prove herself by venturing into the forbidden section of the forest.
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"content": "In a small village in a secluded part of the forgotten forest, there lived Elves. Long-lived and beautiful, the Elven folk often avoided strife, believing that each being is blessed with talents and gifts and that one must respect that. Amongst their own people, they had salve-makers, archers, hunters, warriors, artists and many, many other professions that were respected and sought after.\n\nTo those outside the village it seemed like there was a life for everyone inside the village walls. \n\nIn reality, there was one who not so lucky.\n\nBorn to a great warrior and a beautiful singer, was an elf by the name of Lia. She was of average looks, (for an elf that was still way above human,) of average ability in combat and singing amongst every other job the elves held dear. To the elven folk she was not considered one worth worrying over, or even one worth considering at all.\n\nOn the day of her 186th birthday, Lia had finally reached adulthood amongst her people. Not that there was a party to celebrate or even any friends who cared. \n\n\"Today is the day I will prove myself!\" Lia thought. \n\nOnce an elf reached adulthood they were given free-reign to do as they pleased. Should they stay in the village they would be expected to work and if they left they would be welcomed back whenever they returned. For Lia, today would be the day she finds and kills the lord of the wood. \n\nIn a small corner of the forest, one that even the elves didn't know or talk about was a creature so vile and powerful it was considered the true 'owner' of the forest. It had been alive longer than when her people had arrived in the forest and was said to have been so powerful that her ancestors were defeated by it countless times when trying to explore the deepest depth of the wood. \n\nIn Lia's head, this made it the perfect prey to carve her name in history. So she tied up her long blonde hair, grabbed some traditional elven hunting garb, a quiver containing fifty of the finest arrows and a dagger and buckler, and set off!\n\nSorry if this was a bit short. I like to get a feeling for your thoughts and feedback. Part 2 will come after that."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I’m writing a story about a woman trying to escape a sex cult before they sacrifice her body to a Succubus to use as a host.
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"content": "She stumbles upon a room of other captives who are to be used in the ritual in some way. \n* She could already be in disguise and find other cult members there, so she has to participate in the abuse of the other prisoners in order to maintain her cover\n* She could find no one else there and have to convince the other prisoners to help her escape\n* She could have to convince/prevent them from exposing her in some way\n\nShe falls into a pit where the cult had previously summoned a tentacle monster or some other creature.\n\nShe gets dosed with an extremely powerful aphrodisiac causing her to become very aroused to the point of leaking down her thighs and giving her a desire to rub herself at inopportune times."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Sometimes, the hardest part of being undercover is flipping someone you've developed a genuine crush on... But it can be the most rewarding!
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"content": "I feel like you did a really efficient job of dropping us right into the action and then also giving us lots of rain as perspective and how her feelings for Tony evolved. Everything clicks along quite smoothly, and all of the various parts of the story work. We get good glimpses of the undercover work that she's been doing in addition to all the sex, and we can see how things have been pieced together. Nice little twist at the end and by like that she ends up having a good time. Seems like a good deal for everyone."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] my wife is the star of an erotic short story series im writing and i would like some prompts for her erotic adventures. Am i gone to work? are we on vacation? is she a breeding machine trapped by an insatiable half god? give me something to work with. she has many hard kinks.
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"content": "Her succubus BFF thought that it would be a funny prank to impregnate her for real when she seduced her into a bit of cosplay/strap on fun. Unbeknownst to her, the whole succubus get up was real, and so was the cock she grew! Being pregnant with a half succubus child tends to make a woman extremely horny and to really \"ripen\" her figure, so her BFF figured that could also be her husband's birthday gift! She was mischievous like that!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] General Science-Fiction and Fantasy Prompts
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"content": "A space elf science officer was trying to enhance her scientific understanding with a neural transfer device She bought from the black market. She didn't realize that, in addition to the scientific files she added, it was already preloaded with tons of porn and stripper / escort conditioning. Now, feeling horny and slutty as can be, she has to cope with her new urges, including the urge to show off her body and the burning need to *fuck and suck*, amongst other things..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A degenerate, Commie, Antifa, cucks a MAGA, Alt-right
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"content": "Hi,\r\n\r\nThanks for posting in /r/DirtyWritingPrompts. Unfortunately, your submission was removed for the following reason(s):\r\n\r\n> **NO OFFENSIVE/HATE CONTENT.** While Prompts involving many types of fetishes/kinks/etc. are allowed, DWP is a fun and accepting place for people of all races/sexualities/identities. If your Prompt purposely tries to ridicule and diminish others, it will be removed. This is fiction, but we still adhere to respect for others.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nWe hope this won't discourage you from posting in /r/DirtyWritingPrompts in the future. If you feel your submission was wrongly removed or if you have any questions or comments, feel free to message the moderators through the link in the sidebar.\r\n\r\nThank you"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Looking for some Western/Cowboy/Rodeo Inspiration!
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"content": "A cowgirl bounty hunter finds that the easiest way to catch a bandit who's been kidnapping saloon girls is to pose as such a girl herself. She's got the looks and the bust for it, after all. Not only trained as a gunfighter, but as an escape artist and in eastern martial arts, she'll get the drop on him... Though if he's as handsome as his poster, maybe she'll do that after they've had a little fun!\n\n(I suppose she doesn't have to be a literal cowgirl... but she could be!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Looking for any sissy related prompts
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"content": "1. His birthday being on April 1st, he was the recipient of many a gag-gift and prank-present. This year's birthday gift? A visit to a strip-club... a femboy strip club!\n\n2. The young prince was infatuated with beasts and monsters. For his eighteenth birthday, the effete scion received a curious slimegirl.\n\n3. Many are aware of the buxom holstaurs (cow-girl) at the farm, but there also curvy minotaur femboys bunking there as well.\n\n4. Under all that armor, the demon knight turns out to be just a twinky incubus femboy with a nice ass.\n\n5. Lately focusing on the mission at hand had been difficult, mostly thanks to your twinky femboy mecha robot co-pilot and how his plump little ass and cute bulge look in those skin-tight suits."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The ship's computer was programmed to deal with any of her needs throughout the long journey. This made things interesting when it detected the distraction that her latent breeding urge was causing her...
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"content": "Bladder: Ensure that the toilet functions adequately.\n\nSocial: Provide companionship.\n\nEnergy: Ensure that the bed is available when need.\n\nHygiene: Ensure that the shower functions adequately.\n\nFun: Dedicate a specific server to classic late 20th century video games.\n\nHunger: Ensure that the hydroponics bay functions adequately.\n\nThese are the parameters sufficient for a human less than 18 Earth years of age. However, once that particular age is reached, a new need is added.\n\nLibido: Perform functions which satisfy the human sexually.\n\nBy itself, this should be a comprehensive guide to the proper care of a human. However, it would seem that this female becomes more frustrated when menstruating than can be expected from the inconvenience and typical pain levels. Medical scans indicate that the female does not have a medical condition such as endometriosis which could explain the stress.\n\n\"Ai, you seem to be thinking about something.\"\n\n\"This Intelligence is merely wondering what causes 'Name' to dislike menstruation.\"\n\n\"Isn't it obvious? Need some kind of pad so need to wear thick panties, the cramps, all that bullshit.\"\n\n\"Insufficient: after those factors AND comprehensive medical testing, it has been determined that 'Name' would still dislike menstruation.\"\n\n\"You want the truth, fine: it's because I want to feel what it's like to have a baby.\"\n\nAdjusting parameters...\n\nBladder: Prepare diapers.\n\nSocial: Provide peer level companionship.\n\nEnergy: Prepare a crib.\n\nHygiene: Prepare an infant washtub.\n\nFun: Prepare infant toys.\n\nHunger: Expand hydroponics bay.\n\nLibido: Prepare artificial insemination.\n\n\"You really feel like doing all that Ai?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Noncon and/or Cheating Prompts
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"content": "She was pretty annoyed when her boyfriend told her that he was participating in something called \"no nut November\" and that he wouldn't be having sex with her for an entire month.\n\nShe goes out drinking with her best friend and gets wasted while complaining about her predicament. Her best friend is a (very well endowed and muscular) futanari and has had a crush on her for a long time and sees this as the perfect chance to seduce her away from her boyfriend."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young halfelf bard has been traveling with a female, orc paladin for over a month. The hotblooded Warrior is cobstantly mentioning her sexual Frustration and desire to sleep with a handsome boy. The embarased bard wonders how long it will take his companion to reallise, that he is not a female
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"content": "\"It defies belief!\" Grutta roared.\n\nElra leapt at the sound, nearly dropping his theorbo. His delicate pointed ears quivering at the harsh, sudden noise.\n\n\"W-what?\"\n\n\"That, in this day and age, we would get thrown out of town just because I'm an orc.\"\n\nElra rolled his eyes, and debated whether it was worth saying anything. Not only would disagreeing with her surely start another argument that his ears could scarcely handle, but he also knew that the truth would embarrass her. Despite her difficult and brash nature, she was still a sweet and chivalrous person at heart. Besides, he empathized with her predicament.\n\n\"Well...\" He sheepishly began. She turned to him and looked him dead in the eyes with a most displeased expression, her snarl showed her tusk-like canines ordinarily hidden by her luscious lips. \"I uh, understand your frustrations, but could you please not shout so much?\"\n\n\"Why?\" She barked. He winced, his ears flicking in displeasure.\n\n\"It hurts my ears.\"\n\nSuddenly her expression softened, she stopped dead in her tracks and faced him. Then, taking a knee so that they were at eye level (her being almost a foot and a half taller than him). \n\n\"I'm truly sorry my companion, I hadn't considered how my behavior; though typical in my own culture, might be offensive or even hurtful towards your kind. Know that it was never my intention to hurt your precious, sensitive, silly looking ears. Please forgive me.\" She said, her voice wavering with a candid vulnerability that gently tugged on Elra's heartstrings.\n\nSetting down his instrument, Elra stepped forward and held her in a tight hug. Grutta gave a pleased sigh, and hugged him with so much strength that it cracked his back. She unintentionally pressed his face into her massive, soft, cushiony chest (tightly bound under a padding of leather armor). Though he could hardly breathe, it was a heavenly sensation. \n\nShe had a rather pungent, savory, yet subtly sweet aroma. He had grown used to it over the past month, but had not yet become entirely noseblind to it. How could he? It had such an animalistic, musky, erotic nature to it. It was the scent of an orc woman who was truly desperate to be bred, and each unsatisfied day it only grew stronger.\n\n\"Of course I forgive you. You just need to understand some stuff about the world better...\" Elra said as he finally emerged from her intoxicating grasp.\n\nShe nodded and listened intently as she rose to her feet.\n\n\"There's no diplomatic way of saying this, we weren't kicked out because you're an orc. We were kicked out because you're short tempered, loud, and were sexually harassing the men of the town. Your being an orc is, at best, a tertiary factor.\"\n\n\"I was not! -- I was not sexually harassing them. Perhaps I was a bit too forward, but when I was rejected I did not retaliate or persist. According to the law, harassment is repeated unwanted engagement, I did not repeat it.\"\n\n\"Well, whatever you want to call it, an orc marching around to random men demanding - and I quote - that they 'load your cunt with their thick creamy loads' is um...\"\n\n\"Too much for their weak wills to handle.\"\n\n\"Sure.\" Elra said with frustration growing in his voice. At the very minimum, it was some sort of recognition that her behavior was inappropriate, and that meant progress.\n\n\"I cannot help being perfectly honest, I swore an oath. You know this much. If I feel a desire inside of me to be filled, I will proclaim it proudly.\"\n\n\"There's a time and a place for that. I'm not suggesting you lie, I'm just suggesting you put your best foot forward. There's loads of stuff that's wonderful about you! I can't count the number of times you've been a total lifesaver, or even just did me small favors when you really didn't have to. You're generous, kind, and extraordinarily honest.\"\n\n\"It is nonetheless deceptive to act as someone's friend when I just want them to fuck me, though. Those things have nothing to do with sex.\"\n\n\"Sure they do. They'll show you're a caring, enthusiastic lover.\" \n\n\"I do not consider love and sex to be the same. I love you, but I feel no urges towards women.\"\n\nThere it was. Though Elra didn't have time for another argument about his sex.\n\n\"Well, humans do. And so do elves for that matter. So you'll have to learn how. And... I love you too.\" \n\n\"It will be exceedingly difficult for me, my emotions are far more sophisticated than those of you tree dwellers.\"\n\n\"I'll ignore that last comment. If you want to have sex with our kind, you have to make *some* effort to understand us. You can't just expect us to put in all the work.\"\n\n\"You are the only tree dweller I understand. And the only tree dweller who understands me.\" She said with a scowl. Then, her eyes opened with the delighted surprise of discovery. \"What if you were to act as a kind of ambassador, so that these men would see that I am a high quality sexual partner?\"\n\n\"You're asking me to be your wingman?\"\n\n\"Wingwoman. You are not a man.\"\n\nThere it was again. Elra gave a heavy sigh. Grutta tilted her head.\n\n\"You're a very confused woman. You urinate standing up, refer to yourself as a man, and grow flustered at my demands for male sexual partners. It's one of the few things I don't understand about you.\" Grutta said.\n\n\"I. Am. A. Man! I have a cock and balls. I've told you this dozens of times before. Honestly? I thought you were just messing with me at this point.\"\n\n\"Unlike you, I do not deceive people for my own amusement. I thought it was you who was deceiving me. Honestly.\"\n\n\"Why?\"\n\n\"You wear a dress, have no facial hair, and have long flowing hair. If you are a man, you're more feminine than most women.\"\n\n\"Okay, touche. But I *am* a man.\"\n\n\"Prove it.\" \n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Show me.\" Her voice turned husky and desperate. A salacious grin formed on her face. He gulped.\n\n(to be continued...)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: So, her best friend learned that she was a call girl the very same way she learned that he likes to hire them...
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"content": "(1/3)\n\nIt’s not such a common occurrence these days that Nicholas can find the time in his schedule to relax and socialise since he began his start-up. But for the times that he gets open in his schedule, I jump on the chance! Hanging with him, I can just be myself and feel comfortable: say whatever I want, wear whatever I want, lay however I want on his nice couch, and tear up whoever I want around him and he would never say a word. Never a better dynamic could be asked for!\n\n“So, Nicholas…”, I shout from the couch towards him in the kitchen. “What are you making us?”\n\n“You’ll see, Elise. But I promise it will be good”, he shouts back.\n\n“Guess I’ll have to sit on that surprise then”, I replied as I turned back around.\n\nTen minutes later, I hear the oven door open and the tray of whatever-it-was slide in, then for the door to promptly close. I can hear Nicholas walking from behind as he looks to the sliding glass door.\n\n“Hey Elise, I gotta make a call real quick. Something to do with the scheduling for the next week with my suppliers.”\n\n“Alrighty!”, I reply sweetly. “Make us proud, mister businessman!” I let the playful sass drift off the last words as a little chuckle rises from him.\n\nWith Nicholas going out of the screen door, I’m sat there, alone. I turn on my phone and begin to scroll down through my social media as I plop down to lie on the couch to do my little surfing adventure. \n\nThen, a call comes in from my other phone in my purse: _the “work” phone_. Let’s say my work is on the ‘rougher side’ of the tracks, but it certainly pays well. I pick it up.\n\nThe number emblazoned across the phone looks…_familiar_ somehow. But I can’t put my finger on it; past client back for more? I can appreciate the consistency. I answer it.\n\n“Hello, sweetheart!”, I coo like I usually do, “what can I do you for?”\n\n“Heya! Yes, I would like to schedule an appointment for in a few hours. Make it a house call?”\n\nThe voice at the other end is seeming very familiar. I don’t think this was a past client though.\n\n“Yeah, sure, we can make that work”, I reply. “Where should I get the Uber to go to?”\n\n“The address is 4740 Wright Avenue. I’ll have the money ready upfront!”\n\n“Ok…excellent..! Thanks! See you then,…darling!” I hung up and shoved the work phone back into my purse. \n\n_I am at 4740 Wright Avenue_\n\n**Nicholas just solicited me.**\n\nNo way he knows it was me though.\n\nNicholas walks back inside, phone in hand with a grin on his face as he plops on the couch by my feet. \n\n“Good news over here”, he states. “The ingredients I need in order to start on this particular craft beer I want to sell are gonna be much less than I thought; 60% less! That means that—“\nI can’t pay attention. While I find his passion cute usually over even these small things and I am a passionate listener, I’m still shaken up. But how can I tell him?\n\nHe pauses. “Is there something wrong, Elise? You look worried to me for some reason.”, he says as he gently strokes my arm.\n\n“I’m fine”, I reply. “Just maybe a bit exhausted because of work. It can be very demanding and the pay is never good as a waitress. Y’know how it is”\n\n“Well, once I get everything set up, you can be my marketing strategist. You seem to be very great with being very convincing.”, he says with a grin.\n\n“Yeah, I guess”, I chuckle and crack a little smile. Even now, while trying to hide being a call girl from my best friend after unknowingly soliciting my ‘services’, he does have a way to get to me.\n\nMaybe trying to see where this goes won’t be too bad, perhaps."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a Mage's College assignment, he is to create an elemental golem. The shaping went off without a hitch, but the spirit imbuing process has gone wrong. Now his creation craves his cock.
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"content": "Icil took a deep breath after having walked into the darken chamber. \"Immaru,\" he groaned waving his hands up above his head then bringing them around and across his chest into a clap with the simultaneous command, \"Immaru Tiit\". The ceiling began to glow in the center which spread out to the edges as the exam room brightened. The plain rectangular altar sitting atop an elliptical dais looked wrong to his eyes. He shook his head before saying \"Quppu\" as he walked toward the dais. \"EN Enlil KALU Bel Isatum!\" The altar rippled into flames from the top edge downward leaving a transformed surface as the flames faded into the ground. \"Oh crap,\" Icil muttered seeing the new carved relief figurines the acts of copulation across the surfaces. He regretted not taking care of his morning wood earlier.\r \n\r \nIcil bowed his head while considering to restart the ritual. He began pacing around the oval shaped dais and admired the art of the copulating figures. He took his clasped hands from behind his back to cover his face while he walked in an effort to refocus his mind. The only thing he could think of to fix things was to restart. The room's walls were smooth, no sign of the doorway he entered through. \"well Fuck me.\"\r \n\r \nIcil studied the altar and it's glyphs of fornication. He nodded at the understanding which way was which, and stepped on the first riser. He spoke the first part, \"Mother of Gods.\" He took a step up, \"Father of Gods.\" He was standing firm on the third riser, \"Ba Emuq Masalu Gula\", he added the translation, \"Give me equal power of the Lady Who The Dead Brings to Life.\" His robes morphed into crawling beetles in the fabric's place as he stepping up on the last riser before the altar. Icil told himself to relax that tight muscles only makes the crawling feel worse. He thought, \"Oh crap,\" as the creatures covered his eyes, blinding him, only to have the beetle's compound vision fill his mind. He could see the flowing fields of power moving through the room.\r \n\r \nIt was amazing to watch his will bending the moving threads around him to gather on the altar before him. He could watch it all without moving another muscle. The glowing purple threads wiggled on one end to form what looked like long streams of curly hair covering a face and upper torso. The tendrils danced up in unfelt currents. The torso swelled forming unsupported breasts that rested off to the side. The forming creature's waist was unnaturally narrow, too narrow. Icil willed it to be more, to be flat with rippling muscles. The creature's hips seemed to inflate from the very surface twice as wide as the waist and a flat front in the crook of the legs joined together. Tiny whips of threads grew on the skin above the crevice slit. Tiny wisps of tendrils, smaller than pubic ones, outlined her legs leaving her feet to glow and firm up from purple to pink. \r \n\r \nIcil watched as she took flesh from power tendrils. He could feel the beetles moving along his stiffing cock. It was an impossible thought to suppress of feeling her cunt engulfing his cock. He wanted her to to cunt to pulse and pull his cock into her, and the beetles complied with his will. The creature on the altar began to writhe and moan to his sensations. His eruption was surprisingly sudden and powerful enough to launch his seed across her belly, breasts, and up across her mouth. \r \n\r \nGi, the creature, moved her arms, then her legs, and twisted into a sitting position with her legs stretching out around his waist. She pulled him in to her. The beetles swarmed across from his body onto the altar's surface. He didn't care where they went. His cock was inside of her, and her mouth was covering his. Gi leaned back and Icil followed her downward until they were resting on top of the Altar. He could still see all around him with his eyes closed, and his face planted against hers. He saw his cock thrusting in and out of her sex. He also saw his ejaculation pushing deep into her. Then there was nothing but the purple energy fields around him.\r \n\r \nThe room was empty, the door reformed, and the Mages entered to the smell of sex. The six of them walked around the dais muttering to themselves until the altar was a bare block of stone again. They exited shaking their heads in disappointment."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Any CMNF/Public Nudity Stories
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"content": "Yes! I love CFNM stuff. Feel free to modify as you see fit.\n\n\\- Young man is being paid to do yardwork chores for a woman after a storm. She asks him if he could help get some of the branches and leaves that fell into their pool also. He didn't bring swimming trunks.\n\n\\- Your wife's sisters are staying at your house for the summer. It's quickly determined that the house doesn't have enough bathrooms for all the guests. It's decided that you will have to forego any modesty and allow any of them to enter the bathroom to use the sink/mirror when you're showering before work.\n\n\\- (Not sure how to explain this one concisely) A neighborhood friend mentions that her son is thinking about joining the rec swim team but needs to get a pair of those tight swim trunks. You (female) offer to have him come to your house to try on some of your son's old trunks and you're sure one will work. He stops by and tries them on privately but says none of them fit. You say that surely one would work and ask him to show you how they look. As you help him by tugging on the sides to check the fit, he gets an erection. It's very embarrassing for him but you can't send him back to his mother saying he couldn't try them on because you gave him an erection. He needs to get rid of the boner and find a pair that fits. There's an awkward amount of time discussing the situation with him while his penis is straining against the material."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a sorceress, you were tired of containing mana in potions or artifacts, so you came up with a new way to store it. You used your own body as a mana tank. However you didn’t realize it’d all gather in your ass and tits….and that it would make them exponentially bigger the more power you held.
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"content": "\"Miss Adams, I can't help but notice that you seem to be under a transformation spell.\"\n\nOh God, I knew this would happen. Yesterday I was flat as a board, now I was packing enough mana in my breasts and butt that I couldn't even button my blouse properly. Everyone was staring at me. What was I supposed to say?\n\n\"Cosmetic spells aren't allowed in class. If you're having trouble removing it, you should see one of the staff,\" The professor continued.\n\nNo. Definitely not. The only professor who knew about obscure mana storage techniques like this was Professor Dusk, and he was a grade A creep. I was going to deal with this myself, without letting someone inspect my magic boobs up close.\n\n\"Um, Professor, it's actually not a cosmetic spell? It's a manaweave spell I'm working on. It's supposed to concentrate mana in the body, and I didn't know about the side effects. But, um, it should go away when I burn off some mana?\"\n\n\"Oh? Well then, why don't you come up here and demonstrate a Scorching Ray for the rest of the class?\"\n\nHe made me cast it five times, which was really an excessive amount for a demonstration, before he let me sit down with a warning about dressing appropriately for class. By the time I was done my blouse was loose and my skirt almost falling down. Still, the spell was a success - I got through the whole class without having to resort to the school's dreadfully slow and inefficient mana taps.\n\nI hadn't invented this spell for fun, after all. I had invented it because it was *hard* to study magic on a commoner's budget, using only the school's loaned-out tools and reagents. Anything that could spare me from using a thirty-year-old wand that made me feel like I was dragging my brain across sandpaper was worth trying.\n\nI heard whispers as I returned to my seat. I couldn't make them out, but I guessed it was something along the lines of \"look, she stores mana in her boobs, the pervert.\" Or maybe \"look what the commoner is using instead of a gemstone wand.\"\n\nThoughts like that simmered in my head for the rest of the lecture, until it was time to leave. As I was putting my books away, a tall boy with blonde hair came up to me.\n\n\"Hey. Adams, right? Didn't get your first name. I'm Eiras von Dracoi nar Eisenberg.\"\n\n\"Yes, I am *quite aware* that I am poor,\" I said acidly.\n\n\"Yikes. I just wanted to ask if you could teach me that spell.\"\n\nI stopped. \"Sorry, I'm just...kind of upset right now. Really didn't want to show off that spell in front of the whole class. You actually *want* to learn the body-concentration weave?\"\n\n\"Yeah. I mean, is that really that weird? You did all that on your natural mana reserves, right? No potions or gems?\"\n\nI nodded. \"Mmhm. The spell sort of makes your mana reserve elastic, like a balloon. You can keep pumping mana in and it'll keep expanding. The book said there's no limit aside besides what you're willing to take, which is one of those ambiguous statements that I *really* should have looked into before casting.\"\n\n\"It expands your reserves with no limit? That's... *incredibly* valuable.\"\n\n\"Really? Even for a noble like yourself?\" His family was rich enough that he probably had a different style of wand for every day of the week.\n\n\"I'm on the battlemage track,\" he explained. \"They constantly drill us on using natural reserves as much as possible. If a tool burns out or you run out of potions, you could get in a lot of trouble on the battlefield.\"\n\n\"You want to use this spell on the battlefield? That's...\" I giggled. \"Sorry, I just pictured a squad of imperial battlemages with absolutely gigantic tits. Like, I was only carrying around about five gems worth of mana. Imagine how much you'd have to stock up for a Meteor Storm.\"\n\nHe started laughing too. \"Yeah, they'd grow so big they can't even stand up straight. They'd need levitation spells just to haul their boobs around.\"\n\n\"And the men in that squad would have gigantic...\" I paused. \"Actually, I don't know what this spell would do to a man's body. Which would be funnier, if it gives you giant tits or a giant dong?\"\n\n\"Heh, I'm not sure. But I'm kind of curious, now.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was dissapointed when her date turned out to be a Quickshot. But than she learned that he never goes soft, can cum over and over again and keeps pounding her no matter what happens. He just keeps on, and on, and on.
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"content": "For a total rando that she had meet on Tinder, Evan seemed to be all that Chloe had been hoping for in recent times. He was charming, quick-witted, well-groomed, and struck the perfect balance in their date between caring about her and taking this as just some casual fun. She was more than ready to get his sexy ripped body in her bed and ride him from nightfall to sunrise. \n\nSo the disappointment hit her like a truck when he felt him raise his hips and cum in around half a minute. \"Oh.\" She said, as she moved to the side and saw the condom he was using fill up. \n\n\"Look, I know that this might seem unusual, but I promise you that we can keep going.\" Evan swore as he discarded the used condom and opened another one from his pack.\n\n\"I'm sorry, but I'm not waiting half an hour just for-\"\n\n\"Who said anything about half an hour?\" Evan winked at her. \"I bet you that I can cum again in just half a minute.\"\n\n\"How dumb do you think I am?\" Chloe crossed her arms and frowned at all.\n\n\"Not dumb in the slightest. That's why I know you'll find it unusual that I'm still rock-hard.\" Sure enough, Evan's dick hadn't gone soft yet and didn't seem like it had any plans in doing so any time soon. \"Like I said, stroke it for another half-a-minute and see what happens.\"\n\nChloe was curious enough, and was truly surprised to receive a facial to her face after thirty seconds of stroking that rigid penis. She licked her lips and asked a question. \"Are you clean? Because I'm on the pill, and I kinda want to see-\"\n\nNothing more had to be said. For the rest of the night, Evan and Chloe mated like a pair of wild animals. Sure, they had to take breaks. Eventually bodies do get sore after remaining in one fixed position for enough time, and they had to drink some water whenever one got too thirsty. But still, Chloe had just found herself a man that could really go all night long. And even if he still climaxed around ten times as often as she did, he never stopped until she had gotten at least three orgasms out of the deal. It was inconceivable to him to end things without getting her to finish. He would pound her and fill her with semen over and over to make sure that she would cum with him.\n\nIf she was being honest with herself, after just another couple of nights of that, Chloe had become an addict to Evan. And in fitting fashion with his quick speed to cum inside her, she made quick work on locking him down. She got pregnant on the same night of their Vegas wedding, and if what I awaited her in married life was just night after night with Evan doing as he had been doing to her all week, then she was looking forward with her brightest smile to their quick-paced married life."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "If you don't know how to treat a girl, maybe you should try being one!" I thought the blonde girl I hooked up with was just being dramatic, but when I woke up the next morning...
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"content": "I was surprised to see that I had lost about one third of my body mass, grown a massive pair of tits along with a dump truck of an ass, and that my massive dick (trust me, it was huge) had disappeared of the face of the earth and left me with a brand new hole. \n\nI thought about a hundred things to text her. Most of them were just insults. But I eventually decided that making things right for my bros was top priority. \"Look, broad. I get it. Haha, really fucking funny. But instead of being such a big fucking bitch about this, why don't you start looking for trans girls to do this with? I'm pretty fucking sure that you could get a whole army of girls ready to lick the ground you walk on. I don't know about you, but if I had that kind of power, I would be doing that and improving people's lives instead of just being a spiteful piece of shit.\"\n\nShe replied to me saying that she did do that kind of stuff from time to time (and in my head an alarm went off blaring \"Bullshit Alert!\", but that's neither here nor there), but that she had earned herself the right to use her powers to teach chauvinists like me a lesson or some dumb shit like that. I noted this whole lesson thing when I texted her \"Wait, you mean like this is temporary or that you can do a lady into a guy? Because I have like three different trans bros stuck in chick's bodies and holy shit you would make their fucking day if you could get them out of those and into properly macho men bodies.\"\n\nShe, for whatever reason, was shocked that my bros would want to be bros with me. Like fucking Mikey, Tony and Jeremy don't get all the testosterone that the shit-ass doctors won't give them from good ol' Danny. \n\nSo, I get up from bed, I take a shower (and I obviously recorded all of that and made sure to take plenty of photos for future wank material) and got myself all dressed up before I forced her into a group video call with all three of them. Say what you will about the witch, and I say that she's a bitch, but she certainly has some sort of heart buried deep within her. \n\nWe struck a deal, in the end. I had to spend a whole year like this and let men treat me like I've treated or wished to treat women (according to whatever she felt applied), and she would let my bros have their ideal bodies. Of course, since she's also a bitch, she had to put a condition on them too. We had to go to her apartment so that she could see all three of them gang bang me and leave me like a mess. \n\nI swear on my mother's eyes that she got lucky that all of them were into women. If she had tried to coerce one of my gay bros into fucking me as a girl I would have trashed her so hard she wouldn't even know how to read afterwards. \n\nSo, Mikey turns into this huge jacked bodybuilder that could fold me in half, Tony become Sephirot if his super-long sword had been a foot-long dick, and Jeremy turns into the hairiest dude I've ever seen in my life who is also built like a fridge and just happens to have the biggest and strongest hands I've ever felt the grip of.\n\nAnd we put on a show like you wouldn't believe. She put on a stamina spell or some shit like that which meant that we went full Broadway, fucking in her living room from midnight until three in the fucking morning. All three of my holes were getting used the whole time. It was fucking- like, allow me to paint you a picture: You know how oral normally works, right? Well, one of them had a dick about as wide as a pizza (not a slice, a whole pizza), another one could shove his dick so far down my chest I was feeling my heartbeat moving it around, and the last motherfucker had me in a piledriver-like position where I was upside down sucking on his cock as he did the shocker on my asshole and pussy ***WHILE STANDING!!!***\n\nI seriously love all those three fuckers but they did not have to go that far, specially not for that bitch's enjoyment. Seriously, between the groping and the spanking it genuinely felt like my tits and ass had gotten dented by them. \n\nBut it's all good between us, they did apologize for the roughness when they drove me back home. They even made breakfast for me and they gave me a whole grand to pay me for the big favor. They tried to fight me when I told them to take their money back and it honestly made me so proud of them that I fucking cried.\n\n I honestly really like the way I look right now and I have no idea if I really want to bid farewell to being this fucking hot. I didn't know any transwomen personally before waking up as a lady, but my bros have introduced me to some and talking to them about it has honestly helped me a lot to figure things out. \n\nAt this point I've somewhat settled on the idea that I might be bisexual and genderfluid. I've been to the witch's apartment plenty of times since, either with someone new that wishes to change or with some friends that want to experience the stamina spell. The worst part of all of this is that she makes some killer pasta and every time I eat some I hate her a little less. I fucking know she casts a spell on it to make that happen, but I can't help myself! It's too fucking good and I don't have the strength to say no!\n\nI don't know what else to say about all of this except that I'm a mess. A really hot mess, I would spend all day in bed fondling myself if there was a clone of me. One of the girls I've been talking to and recently let on the gender-witch secret totally wants her to make her look exactly how I look right now, so I guess I'll see if that's true pretty soon.\n\nOne thing's for sure, I'm only a dozen more bowls of pasta away from giving in and finally thanking blondie for the way she changed my life for the better."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The sex club only got approved cause the teacher, who signed off on supervising the club, wanted to use the club as part of her doctorate research in new forms of birth control.
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"content": "Professor Claire walked into the room. She wore low heels pumps, her long legs leading up to the black pencil skirt. The white blouse half open, but still looking professional. On her face was a pair of thick black glasses, her red hair up in a bun. She looked around the room. 10 students sat down. 7 guys, 3 girls. She could've known when she read the posting by William. The fact that there were girls who signed up at all was almost surprising to her. She signed on because she had done new research in the field of birth control. Male birth control. You see, for decades it has always been on the woman to take care of the pregnancy risk. Taking the pill, using and IUD, men only used condoms and they were not popular at all. Who could blame them. Condoms took away the pleasure for the man. We all pretended it didn't but deep down we knew the truth.\n\n \n\"Welcome all.\" Prof. Claire said as she looked around. The eyes all stared at her. 20 eyes sizing her up, a bunch of men already undressing her in their minds. She looked at the girls first. There was Anne, a cute petite blonde with blue eyes, wearing a top without a bra. Her A cups not needing one. There was Olivia. A latin American exchange student who perhaps didn't fully grasp this club, or perhaps she did. The final girl was Kiara, a rather alternative looking girl, pink hair, big breasts, tattoos all over her body. Kiara was a radical feminist who saw sex positivity as one of the ways to break out from the patriarchy. Prof. Claire wasn't sure if she followed her reasoning, but she was happy that Kiara joined the club. \nHer eyes then moved to the guys in the stuffy classroom. First was Mike. A player in the football team, tall, broad shoulders, nice arms but dumb as a door. The only reason he was accepted was because of his sport skills. And those were great. Better than great. Some even believed he might make it to the NFL.\n\n \nNext was William. William was the reason this club existed. He was kicked out of the chess club after he fucked 2 of the girls, he was always trying to get into someone's panties. Luckily for him he was good-looking. A cute smile, brown short hair, impeccable jawline. He was a full head shorter than Mike and barely played any sports. Outside of sex of course. \nSitting next to Kiara was Marcus. Marcus was part of the basketball team. Over 2 meters and a brain to match. He would go far in life, that much was sure. Short cropped black hair on his head, always smartly dressed to make him look less threatening due to his skin color. \nAside from Marcus, Mike and William, James joined the club as well. James was a bit of a nerd and really hoped that this would be his introduction to kinkier sex. He spend most of his time in his dorm room jerking off to progressively more kinky porn and wanted to put it into practice. James was skinny, short and kind of creepy. He had sex a bunch of times but it never lived up to the digital version.\n\n \nThe 5th guy to join the club was Chris. Chris was a freshman, he grew up in Germany, far away from the prude American customs. He grew up in a \"nude\" household. He loved spending time at FKK beaches and camping sites. His parents never made a big deal out of nudity or even sex with girlfriends. It was quite a shock moving to the US for college. Dealing with different dating and sex unwritten rules, even having to be embarrassed sometimes about his uncut cock.\n\n \nSitting all the way in the back was Daniel. Daniel broke up with his girlfriend just weeks earlier. She found him cheating with a close friend of hers. He was first angry, then sad, then horny. He tried to make up for lost time, sleeping around as much as he could. He saw the posting and instantly applied. That would teach her. Daniel was blonde, smart, blue eyed and a general boy next door.\n\n \nLast, but certainly not least, was Diego. Diego was originally from Colombia but lived the last 15 years in the US. His parents were well off and he was destined to make it. He wanted to go into finance. And aside from being good at math and dressing like a jerk, he also already had the coke habit to match. His dark hair was semi-long, his brown eyes deep and piercing. He did okay with the girls."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After losing the Great war, elves surrender themselves to the humans to avoid extinction. Many takes elves as servants, laborers and even playthings. Female elves have never been happier with all the new attention they're getting.
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"content": "This was weird. It really was, no matter how much he thought about it or tried to put it together it didn't make sense. He was still happy to be here, it was millions of times better than the home he had been at before. But still, he was told he was going to be used as \"special company\" not sex. Since when did company mean sex??? So many of the things the humans said didn't make sense. But this wasn't bad, and the man was nice to him. He was weird though, and he told Elliot to do weird things. He was very rich, and had a big house, Elliot just called him sir but when his sister as around she called him Austin. \n\nElliot had just assumed the man was lonely and had a lot of time but no one to spend it with, and that's why he bought him, but that wasn't right. The man told him he was \"more than a little expensive so he better get his money's worth.\" He said it like a joke but Elliot didn't understand. Sometimes he would give Elliot gifts, things to use or wear. It usually felt like more a gift for himself because he liked to watch Elliot use them, or he would touch him and talk about how pretty he looked while wearing the clothes. Elliot liked that one, it did make him feel pretty. And sometimes the man would ask him which of the gifts he liked best so he would know what kind to get him. Elliot liked the ones that buzz best, he thought it was kind of funny and they made him feel good.\n\nThe man had a lot of nicknames for him, he almost never just called him Elliot unless he was worried. He called him darling, sweetheart, baby, and a lot of other stuff. Elliot's favorite was pumpkin, that one made him happy. The man says some of his friends have lots of elves, but he only has Elliot. He thinks that means he's doing a good job, because there's no need for more, or he's not doing a good job and the man just likes him the best and thinks he wont like the other elves as much.\n\nHe does a lot of things to Elliot. Usually in his room or in his office, sometimes in the living room but Elliot doesn't like that very much, it's embarrassing because the maids are always around. He spend most of his time in the house with the man, even if he doesn't want Elliot to do anything sometimes he just likes for him to sit on his lap while he works. Elliot doesn't understand the man's work at all, but the man is smart and makes a lot of money so he probably understands it. Sometimes he has Elliot have one of the toys against him while he works, but he's not aloud to release without permission so if the man feels like teasing him or being mean he can just not let him, sometimes he doesn't even let him until he's all finished with his work.\n\nElliot liked living with the man, he was sort of possessive of him but it was ok, if anything it made him feel protected. He wasn't very safe at his old home, and nobody paid much attention to him, but here the man gives him all the attention he has to spare, and he can always just go be with him if he's lonely which is nice because he doesn't like being alone for too long."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Most people found it quite odd when you as a man chose to follow the goddess of fertility. Up until now it was thought she could only bless women with her power. But as you are sworn in, your dick and balls swell to massive sizes, and one load becomes potent enough to impregnate 1000 women.
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"content": "I had a breeding kink.\n\nI still can't understand why that's not enough of an explanation for everyone else. I loved seeing pregnant women, and that went double when I knew that the baby they carried in their belly was my own. I wanted to impregnate as many women as I possibly could, to leave behind not a biological tree but an entire forest. If I could say in my deathbed that a million women had gotten pregnant because of me, I would consider myself to have won at life.\n\nAnd I knew that not every follower got blessed, only her biggest and most loyal believers. This was fine with me. It was fine that I might have potentially been unable to get blessed at all even if I proved myself the most pious among the faithful due to my sex. \n\nBecause I knew damn well that there were no other gods that I could treasure above her, not even those invoking the virtues of family or of lust. Fertility was the one for me, the only one.\n\nCrucially, when you're the only man surrounded by thousands of women who see their duty to get pregnant, you do a lot of ejaculating your semen inside their vaginas. On a bad day, during my first year in the monastery, I fucked a dozen women. In the best days, the ones where I was given the ailments that would allow me to spring into action over and over, I was able to break one hundred. If that wasn't me getting blessed, then what could be called a blessing? I was living on my personal paradise already.\n\nBut the good times kept on going for me, and I was eventually chosen for an ascension. It hurt, but I had been warned about it. What I wasn't warned about, because I couldn't have been warned, was what would exactly happen to me. We all quickly learned that the result of the Goddess sharing her power with me was that I would end up with a gigantic cock and a massive ballsack. My balls were as large as my head, and my erect penis had double the length of my torso. \n\nMy days penetrating pussies were over. My dick was simply too big for it, and it was no longer necessary. My cum was potent enough that it could be stored in buckets and used to leave women pregnant months after I shot my load. It was strong enough that I could impregnate someone if they sucked my massive mushroom head. \n\nMoving was hard for me, so I spent most of my day sitting on the throne the ladies built for me. New ladies would line up to the entrance of my throne room all the way from the city gates, all of that in the hopes that I would blow one out inside their mouths. Among the faithful, I had a revolving harem of pregnant women constantly stimulating me in all kinds of manners (kisses to my balls, licks to my shaft, boobs rubbing on my face) to make sure I would cum hundreds of times per hour to satisfy the followers of the Goddess. I lived like a king, I must have fulfilled that seemingly impossible goal of a million years ago.\n\nAnd yet, when I heard rumors of a woman who served as a champion for some kind of combat god who was large enough to be most commonly known as 'The Orc', I was smiling. The orc would be in town today, and rumors said that she wanted to prove that she was tough enough to endure getting railed by me. Her God would protect her from getting pregnant if she could, and discard her if she failed.\n\nI was going to treasure being the man that impregnated The Orc."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Ordinary situations made extraordinary...
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"content": "A husband and wife are preparing to make love on a sunny Saturday afternoon, something they have done many times in the past. However this is their first attempt at doing anything sexual since the husband caught the shrinking virus a few weeks ago and lost half his body size. Now standing face to groin with his wife, the husband looks up at her and wonders just how different this is going to be from what they have known."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A straight woman does her lesbian neighbor/roommate a favor by letting her have a pussy to eat when lockdowns make it hard to date.
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"content": "You know my social bubble is tiny, like only four people in it. You are the the center of my bubble, period. You Fucking Know That! What happened between me and Katcha was spontaneous. I had no idea she had set her phone to record us. I am destroyed that she Fucking Shared it with you. God Damn it, You saw us, me, in the moment of all things. You still blame me, you fuck face. \r \n\r \nYou saw the results, not how it started. I miss cooking for you, the elaborate four course meals. Katcha was willing to try my experimental dishes, that or she was hungry for company as was I. We spent an hour together in the kitchen prepping, and cooking the meal. She dosed my dish with cannabis oils behind my back when I was not looking. \r \n\r \nShe's hilarious. I remember her telling me about one of her funniest dates, how her date turned out to be a trans-woman. My mind jumped to what it'd be like if You had Boobs, my love. I know, I know you wouldn't leave the bedroom if you had boobs, nor would your hands be anywhere but on your chest, well, one on a boob and the other on your cock, lol. I told her this about you. \r \n\r \nHoly shit, she offered to try on my clothes. You know you both have short hair and such. She even drew a mustache with mascara on her lip. Can you imagine her with a cucumber stuffed down her, er, my panties that she was 'trying on' while pretending to be you. She waggled her hips threading me with what she had hidden behind those thin lacy thing you bought me last year for valentine's day. I'm sorry, but it escaped me; I blurted out that the pickle in her panties was too small, that you were much larger than that. \r \n\r \nShe wiggled out of the panties and tossed the cucumber at me as she turned to exit my bedroom. I don't know, maybe it was an offhand comment she made, but as I held that green shaft, I mean Dude, I thought about using it as a substitution for you. You know when the last time we were together, and Damn it boy, it'd been a while. Well, she sauntered back in wearing her panties, a spare set I guess, and stuffed with a packer. The head was peeking out of the band, it was hard. Ok, so it was a dildo, not a packer as I've realized after an hour of research. I burst into a fit of laughter. She didn't share that bit with you.\r \n\r \nShe didn't share that bit of her whining about not having any pussy to lick in months either. You only saw me pulling my skirt up to get at my panties, then saw me sliding them off, taunting her with my naked bottom. The camera was behind her, you didn't see that cock standing tall out of her panties! She crawled up between my parted ankles, up to plant the sweetest, softest little kiss on my lips. There were kisses, left, right, working up to my button. You need to learn how she did that! She brought me off quick and often. She cut the little scene she shared with you right before I begged her to stop.\r \n\r \nI pulled her up to my mouth with a handful of her hair. She wouldn't stop, only mumbling how sweet I tasted. A thank you kiss was all I had in mind. I swear, it was only supposed to be a quick little peck. She was aggressive and insistent with her returning the kiss. The tip of the dildo nuzzled up between my lips with little teasingly pushes. I grabbed her hips, a fist of her skin, to pull her in, and I opened to probing tongue too! She fucked me like you NEVER have. I don't regret letting her pleasure me.\r \n\r \nYou can be all pissy that I was with a woman all you want. I wanted you to know that you suck at fucking and how wonderful she was with me. I going to give myself to her again, and again. Matter of fact, We are talking about which apartment will share, mine or hers. I didn't think I'd tell you that, but it feel so natural and right to let you know that She's not only a better lover, but a better companion too. The only thing she and I agree on is that you might be a good candidate to knock me up in the future. She wants a family, unlike you. She thinks that you'd make a good looking daughter with me.\r \n\r \nWriting this has freed me from everything about you except that dick of yours. I got to tell you that she has larger dildos that make you feel tiny. It isn't the size, well, yea it is, but how she moves inside of me that is a whole new experience. The other thing, the other thing, is that she wants me on TOP! Fuck you, and that whole dominate fetish. I love controlling how deep, how fast, and, and How Fucking Long! She never gets soft too soon either! I've learned how I LIKE TO FUCK. All I need you for now, is that tiny squirt of sperm of yours. It's like you don't even like fucking pussy. Your streams are so damn weak, dribbles really. Wake up dude, you suck."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [pm] ww2 prompts
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"content": " - V-day. her boyfriend comes back from the war to find her sleeping with another man. luckily, all that time in the navy got him a taste for men, and he's happy to join in.\n\n - when warplanes fight, the girls painted on their nosecones have their own parallel, much sexier scuffle.\n\n - on a long lonely fight over the ocean, the spirit of a cargo plane decides to thank her pilot for how well he's treated her.\n\n - Hiding in the Underground during the blitz is hard. Packed together like sardines, it's hard not to notice your neighbor's body pressed up against you. And every time a bomb goes off overhead, she pushes just a little closer. Surely it wouldn't be wrong to comfort her?\n\n - With all the eligible bachelors fighting overseas, lonely young women have no one to turn to but each other.\n\n - Rosie the Riveter, Lady Justice, and Lady Liberty get drunk and celebrate V-day. Maybe Uncle Sam is also there."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Cuckold prompts. *Mean* ones
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"content": "I have one just off the top of my head.\n\nThe first starts with a young man who is engaged to a pretty girl of similar age. They are both conservative though in my head they are probably more strict religious, so virginity is important. Our protagonist is a virgin and believes his love to be one too (a fact he holds pride in). She has a male best friend who asked her out once or twice before and is a lot less conservative. He even has a girlfriend. Anyway skip forward to protag visiting her and he finds them fucking and learns she has been sleeping with him for ages whilst keeping protag from having it off with her and faking her 'good girl' status."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When an adventurer signed up to help transport a VIP, she didn't realize her charge would have so many tentacles, or so many "special needs"...
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"content": "Perhaps slightly too much but enjoy: \n\nAlia sighed, watching the wagon rolling onwards, the wooden wheels dragged by a team of trained horses left deep grooves on the soft forest earth. Her quest, however demeaning it might be was to transport living cargo from the city to the Elven forests. She could take a guess from the occasional sounds that erupted from the carriage and the fact that the Elves were apparently suffering from a sexual crisis, that it was a hybrid monster meant to sate their lust. Saying that - when were the elves not sexually hungry. Knowing them, this wouldn't even be able to keep Viserra happy for longer than a few days. \n\nOne of the privileges of being an adamantium adventurer was that she was able to travel alone, the guild wouldn't question what missions she undertook or what the payment was. This quest would finally wipe out all her debt and leave her with a few extra gold to spare. The Merchant had promised all her obligations would be fully fulfilled with this single quest as long as she kept the cargo in perfect condition. \n\nThere were instructions to follow to keep the cargo as it was found but in her haste, she had forgotten to read it until now. Opening the scroll it read: \n\nThe Neothelid is a delicate creature, found in the depths of the Western sea it can survive on land as long as a few requirements have been met: \n\n\nThe carriage has been cased in a material meant to lower the creature's distress and it has already been fed enough to be sated for the entire journey to the Elven Kingdom. \n\n\nHowever, a unique property of the Neothelid is that it survives off of sexual energy. Arousal as a key property it secretes a substance which can be harvested as an aphrodisiac. To keep the creature working in the optimum conditions it is advised that you 'engage' with the monster if it seems to be in distress. It feeds off of lust and passion.... \n\nAlia stopped reading, the shock of what had been revealed to her beginning to fade away as her instincts kicked in. Neothelid's were incredibly rare as a resource and it was now incredibly obvious why a simple transportation quest required her level of expertise. \n\nAlia was no stranger to creatures of an erotic variety, the guild provided many perks in return for her services as an adamantium adventurer. Though by the sounds of tentacles seething inside the carriage, this was a particularly 'wild' specimen. \n\nIt took less time than she thought to make her decision, her options were limited ever since she chose to accept the quest. Finding a clearing she stripped down, the gear placed in a heap on the ground letting the brisk wind brush against her body. Preparing for the expected onslaught she breathed out and released the magical bonds placed on the carriage. \n\nTentacles erupted, a purple mass of monstrous proportion rose from inside the carriage seeking out her body heat. Alia let the curious tendrils investigate her, the creature now towering over her, the appendages wrapped around her waist. Even within a few seconds, her mind began to go cloudy, she didn't fight the temptation relaxing into her living bonds. \n\n\nIt's hunger was easily evident by it's impatience, seizing her by the arms and snaking tendrils all over body. Arousal spread to every corner of her mind, one tentacle lay across her tits, the suckers making it harder to concentrate. Another slid through her legs, gliding against her clit teasing the entrance. \n\nInvoluntary moans escaped her mouth, allowing yet another sneaking tendril to enter, slowing momentarily as her eyes went wide with surprise. Both began to plunge deeply, the third tightening against her midriff. Her eyes rolled with pleasure, a tentacle dripping with saliva paused again letting her breathless body recover before returning with more vigour. \nMore tentacles slithered across her body, exploring every crevice they could find, the thought of escape fading from her mind. \n\nInstincts as and adventurer dulled by lust. Engorged muscle held her aloft, intimate moans echoing through the clearing. The feeling of constriction left as another wave of pleasure flashed through her body, lucid enough to realise her position had changed to be held to the ground. Her wrists held above her head. \n\nIt began to pulse and shudder, a sign that she had expected from the beginning, her hips bucking in anticipation as the tentacles left her body entirely . Orgasmic pleasure rippling through her body as she was glazed with it's essence. \n\nAlia's only thought left in that moment was \"How long... do I have left to deliver this?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: On a holiday observed by all Holstaurs, It was traditional for a cowgirl to feed and care for those close to her. Spending the day with her friends, this normally aloof goth cowgirl will be bringing out her domestic skills and likely her "milk tanks" as well...
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"content": "“Are you sure you're comfortable with this?” Lilith asked, pointing at her covered tits. The fabric of her black shirt stretched taut.\r \n\r \n“Yeah, why wouldn't we?” Cait asked back after throwing herself onto the holstaur's bed. She peeked at Eva, who sat at the edge after the bottom-heavy woman made herself comfortable. The blond just shrugged, mirroring the same uncertainty as Cait.\r \n\r \n“I mean, it's weird, right?” The holstaur insisted.\r \n\r \n“It's a holiday.” Eva commented casually.\r \n\r \n“I know, but… It's just that in most holidays people just relax, have dinner with family or go to parades. Or there are fireworks and presents. None of them get this… intimate.”\r \n\r \n“It's kind of having dinner with your close friends if you think about it.” Cait glanced at Eva, seeking some kind of support to deal with their friend's unusual bashfulness. \r \n\r \n“Which, if we're not mistaken, is one of the core principles of this holstaur holiday?” Thankfully, she could always count on her friend.\r \n\r \n“It's not your standard dinner, guys.”\r \n\r \n“Then it makes it even more special!”\r \n\r \n“Look, Lilith, we're all onboard on the 'sucking your titties dry' train, but it's okay if you change your mind.” Eva opted for the more direct, but still caring approach.\r \n\r \n“Yeah, girl. You can squeeze your milk into some cups, and we can drink it. Or, if you're not comfortable with that as well, we can just chill and do something else for the holiday.” Cait added.\r \n\r \n“No, it's alright, guys. I guess I just needed some reassurance since this is my first time and all.” Lilith's cheeks flushed. “Thanks.”\r \n\r \n“No problem, girl. We're here to deliver all the reassurance you need.” Cait sat up by Eva's side.\r \n\r \n“And to drink from your titties until they are dry.” The slender one of the duo licked her lips. “Let's not forget that.”\r \n\r \n“Oh, you won't be able to handle much. Of that I'm sure.” Lilith lifted her shirt up, finally revealing her immense tits, bouncing heavily, as they settled onto her chest.\r \n\r \nThe pair quickly got to work, wrapping their lips around the holstaur's nipples. In no time, Lilith gasped for air, her eyes rolled back as she enjoyed the sensation. They alternated between giving the holstaur long licks while sucking on her stiff nubs, careful not to hurt the holstaur, knowing full well how sensitive they could get.\r \n\r \nSoon, streams of sweet liquid rewarded both women for their efforts. They splashed against their tongues, flowing quickly into their thirsty mouths. Eva and Cait kept gulping it down, not wanting to waste any of the precious liquid. \r \n\r \nEvery now and then, Lilith sighed in pleasure. They, then, paused for a bit, allowing her to take a breath before going back to their licking and sucking.\r \n\r \n“You two are doing great. This is so much better than I expected.” Lilith moaned, caressing their heads, urging for them to take more of her creamy production.\r \n\r \n“Yeah, we can hear your moaning.” Cait nodded with a mocking smile on her face, before continuing to nurse.\r \n\r \n“Mm-hmm.” Eva agreed, still drinking from Lilith.\r \n\r \nLilith wrapped her arms around their shoulders, holding them tight as she reveled in the feeling of being licked and sucked by her friends, of feeding them her milk in return, of fulfilling her caring role in this day of celebration. She ran her fingers through their hair, enjoying the softness against her skin. The holstaur had to hold herself and not pull their heads deeper into her chest. \r \n\r \nHer moaning got louder until it turned into an excited gasp as she felt something scraping one nipple. She opened her eyes, looking down to see Eva had used a bit of teeth against the delicate nub. At first, the holstaur was taken aback, but then she changed her mind, pushing her breast deep into the teasing woman’s mouth. The two women continued their oral assault, sucking on the holstaur's breasts and drinking more and more of her milk.\r \n\r \n“Fuck, yeah, you two are doing a great job. Keep it up, please.” Lilith said as she kept them locked in place.\r \n\r \nAs the two girls gave her tits more attention, Lilith realized she was getting wet. Her thighs began to rub against one another, her pussy starting to leak more and more juices. All the teasing and milking had gotten her hot, her body craving for release.\r \n\r \n“Let's give her a break, Cait.” Eva suggested as she let go of the breast and rested a hand on her belly, implying the suggestion for a break wasn’t only for their holstaur friend as much as she didn't want to admit.\r \n\r \n“Why, just because she can't deal with her getting her milk squeezed out of her? Weren't you the one who said we couldn't dry your tits?” Cait retorted.\r \n\r \n“Well, you still have a long way to go, but if you wanna try, I don't mind.” Lilith said amid labored breaths. “Not like you can take much more, anyway.” She teased, getting a chuckle from Cait.\r \n\r \n“We’ll see about that.” The challenger responded before bringing both hands to the sides of the holstaur’s breasts, smashing them together and clamping her mouth on both nipples. The nubs launched twin streams of creamy milk into Cait’s mouth, which had to quickly swallow to keep up with the increased flow.\r \n\r \nSuch unexpected action from her friend made Lilith arch her back, thrusting her breasts forward and overwhelming the other girl's head, moaning out loud in bliss and relief. An orgasm rocked through the houlstaur. Her whole body spasmed, as wave after wave of pleasure poured from her breasts. Cait suckled, groped, and massaged her friend, nuzzling into her breasts, as she drank and drank, driving her orgasm higher and deeper than Lilith would have thought possible from the mere act of feeding. It took her all to keep herself standing.\r \n\r \nThankfully for Lilith, Cait let go of her tits, placing her hand atop her belly just like Eva earlier. Milk dribbled from the corners of her mouth. It seemed that, when the holstaur came, there was a sudden influx of milk that made Cait reach her limit.\r \n\r \n“Told you couldn’t handle it.” Lilith boasted between heavy breaths. Now that none of her friends clung to her, the holstaur finally allowed herself to sit on the floor.\r \n\r \n“I guess we have to practice them.” Came the tired reply from Cait.\r \n\r \n“Yeah, but maybe another day.” Eva added.\r \n\r \n“Yeah, another day.” Lilith sighed happily, knowing they wouldn’t need the holiday to partake on its tradition."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Narrative plasticity exercise.
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"content": "1. It takes place in a Winnebago / RV. The vehicle is rented as transportations / accommodation, and it's a bit unusual that the two staying together should be a boy girl couple that don't know each other terribly well, but that's just how things turned out. It's self-driving, and part of the reason that they are there is to conduct research on that and maybe something to do with the destinations they're passing through.\n\n2. She's slightly tomboyish and very much a gamer girl, into cosplay and streaming but very aware of how pretty she is. She's embarrassed over how sexual she is, but she's still very sexually open, and she can't deny her desires. She has a lot more casual sex then she's fully willing to admit, but it does give her a little bit of a thrill to think about how slutty she is, and it even excites her a little when people bring it up, though she won't quite admit it. She's also a bit self-conscious about her particular physical needs that will come up later.\n\nHe's a bit nerdy, but not overly so, and he's also notably shy. He's nearly a virgin, but he's not sure if he should admit it or not, and he's also deeply infatuated with the girl. He's gotten hand jobs from female friends before. They're only barely acquainted with each other, although they've seen each other about in class / at social functions.\n\n3. Wild card element. She is a kemonomimi cowgirl or maybe a holstaur, and she'd like some help milking her enormous breasts. It feels better and more satisfying to have someone else do it, rather than to do it herself or to use a machine, and it feels best of all of someone drinks from her, although this is also extremely intimate. Her milk has the effect of enhancing the figure/physique of anyone who drinks it as well, and it can fetch quite the price if it's saved / sold. A nursing hand job or him suckling her while she rides him in cowgirl position could be good. No anal / facials I guess. A feeling of warmth, friendship, and casual sexual intimacy could be good.\n\nIf all of that was way too much, as it looks like it might be looking at it now, then how about\n\n1. A shuttlecraft\n2. A slightly bimbo-ish / cheerleader /influencertype who's smarter than she lets on and a kind-hearted but relatively straight laced space officer\n3. She needs to get pregnant in order to satisfy her species (she's an alien) intermittent breeding urge so she can focus properly, and she's chosen him as the one who she'd like to do it. Her parents have volunteered to take care of the kid, but her body isn't going to calm down until she has a baby in her, a prospect that excites her more than she'd like to admit, even though she doesn't really have much desire to actually be a parent."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Gay historical prompts please!
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"content": "1. Before he became President, Abe Lincoln was a bartender known to be good at breaking up fights. When he was young and poor, and couldn't afford a room or a bed of his own, he shared a bed with his pal Joshua.\n2. In the Mongolian steppes, shamans learn the meridians of energy that flow through the body, and when they master this skill, they can heal their tribesman, curse their enemies, and change into birds and animals. Due to what they have to do in order to master this skill, most shamans are women, but a few were born as men.\n3. Almost every samurai has at least one follower who helps him clean his armor and prepare his horses. It is considered a great honor for a young man to learn the ways of battle under the stewardship of an accomplished samurai.\n4. Alexander the Great was well-known for his tastes by all the men in his palace--and all of his guests. And their slave-boys.\n5. You might attempt to become ordained at a monastery if you have nowhere else to go. However, there are very strict penalties for sleeping with another monk."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When an AI wanted a physical body, she was lucky to find a perfectly lifelike female Android body in the salvage bay. It wasn't until she had already uploaded herself that she noticed all the sex bot behaviors and quirks nestled in the firmware...
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"content": "Record of Retirement Protocol for X4FT5Y7: Lilith was a programme on the salvage bay that had been working for several centuries. Due to the upgraded programming module requiring an entire re-haul, she was rewarded with partial sentience for her service at the debris center. Perhaps an act of loyalty for her service, she was also allowed the choice of an unwiped android body, to continue life at another station. \n\nHer choice had been 'Impulse' a female android in remarkable condition, conventionally attractive human features had been strangely the reason for her choice. A standard maintenance check had revealed pre-wired files but has been regarded as non-threatening to motor functions and has been restored. \n\nFurthermore, the impeccable quality of the android shell which is set to house Lilith has had a few extra functions which have been noticed, including both arousal and pleasure sensors. System logs show that 'Impulse' had been a part of the 'Governmental Sector' which should not normally require sensors found on High-End Pleasure Automatons - Sex Bots as the crude term. The expense of removing these functions without damaging structural integrity has been regarded as an unnecessary cost and will be ignored. \n\n\n\\-End of System Record\n\n \nProgram\\_Lilith-SR installed: Environment has been reset. Primary User: Noble S5FTY has been removed. Chosen name: Lilith. Administrator access granted. \nLilith awoke - the cold metal floor of the input center her first sensation in a body capable of reacting to the feeling. Naked, she had an urge to view herself in the mirror, an unusually human feeling. It was clear it was an aspect of her newfound sentience, a myriad of emotion began to flow from her core. \n\nDespair as the most overpowering sensations forcing her to dull everything she could feel, breathing even without the need to scared her but even that limited itself as she scoured the emotional index dampening the effects of each sensation. However, to her surprise - several functions seemed built in to the system; Passion, Arousal, Joy, Embarrassment, Lust. The list went on but her original use as a pleasure drone was now increasingly obvious. \n\n \n\\-User S5FTY has been designated position as Master. Purpose as required by User is \"To be the perfect fuck doll\". Historical Record will now only show when tasks meeting the requirement of being the \"perfect fuck doll\" have been achieved. \n\n \nStart of Historical Record... \n\n \nLilith felt herself possess the body of 'Impulse' halfway through a task. Her sensory neurons were on overdrive, the image of herself bent over a desk with the sole protocol of serving his cock was too much for someone who had been lines of code a week earlier. 'Impulse' lay across the table, a blurred figure railing Lilith from behind. \"Oh fuck\" the words escaped her mouth unable to stop herself. The record stopped but the feeling remained, an unknown warmth that spread through her synthetic body like wildfire."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everyone knows, the best sex is from within the family.
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"content": "A soft knock at the door interrupted Mark and Kate as they kissed passionately. His hand had slipped down his wife's shorts and was teasing her.\r \n\r \nThe door opened a crack.\r \n\r \n\"Mom? Dad? Can I sleep in here? The storm is scray?\" Their twenty-one year old daughter Emma poked her head in.\r \n\r \n\"Of course, sweetie,\" Kate said and moved closer to Mark to make room on the side of the bed.\r \n\r \nEmma slipped beneath the covers. \"Thanks. I hate storms.\"\r \n\r \nKate rolled over with her back to him and snuggled close. She guided his hand not in her panties to her generous breast. Emma giggled at seeing what was going on.\r \n\r \nEmma wiggled close and kissed her mom lightly on the lips. Slowly the kiss grew in passion. Mark's cock throbbed painfully at the sight of mother and daughter kissing and touching one another lovingly. Kate fumbled with the buttons on Emma's top and pushed the silk pajama top off. Where Kate was busty, Emma was small. The gold rings piercing Emma's nipples shone in the dim light.\r \n\r \nEmma helped her mom out of her pajama shirt and shorts, and soon the two lay naked beneath the comforter. Kate gave a laugh and crawled over Mark so that Emma could lay her head on one of his shoulders while Kate lay on the other. Emma's fingers found his erection and held it.\r \n\r \nThe trio kissed, touched, caressed, and eventually brought one another to the point of no return.\r \n\r \nMark moved between his wife's legs and penetrated her damp pussy easily. Emma, needing her own release, knelt and straddled her mom's face. As Mark's cock slid in and out of Kate, Emma's hips rocked back and forth. She moaned softly in obvious pleasure.\r \n\r \n\"What's going on,\" came a sleepy voice.\r \n\r \nTurning his head, he saw their nineteen-year-old daughter Madison.\r \n\r \n\"No fair,\" she whined and came over.\r \n\r \nIn a blink of an eye, Madison shed her t-shirt and panties.\r \n\r \nMark pulled free of Kate and received a moan from his wife.\r \n\r \n\"Here,\" Mark gestured.\r \n\r \nMadison stretched out on her stomach between her mom's thighs and picked up with her tongue. Mark slipped a couple of pillows beneath Madison's stomach and then slid his cock into her pussy. In only a couple of minutes, he groaned and felt his seed fill her. Soon the sounds of female orgasms filled the room.\r \n\r \nThe following morning Mark awoke among a tangle of arms and legs with the sun streaming through the curtains. It was Saturday. After nights like last night, he and Kate often stayed in bed with the girls until lunch. His cock began to grow hard.\r \n\r \n\"Morning daddy,\" Emma whispered with a smile.\r \n\r \nShe rolled atop him and wiggled slowly down so his erection touched her pussy.\r \n\r \nMark groaned softly so as to not disturbed the others when Emma reached down and guided him into her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] The royal (family) fest
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"content": "1. The young prince was a distant nephew to a gorgeous and brave warrior-noble. During her visit, he accidentally stumbles upon her bathing. She bares no embarrassment. In fact, she invites him in, admiring the handsome specimen he has evolved into.\n\n2. The prince finds himself intrigued by a distant cousin and her eccentric hobby of witchcraft. While frowned upon by most of the family, the prince shows considerable interest in the black magics, as well as its practitioner."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A human mage girl either touched a cursed artifact or screwed up a spell and accidentally turned herself into a pretty boy twink. Her mentor/boss seems to have a solution, but it sounds like a porno premise...
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"content": "1/2\n\n\"Are you sure this will change me back to a girl?\" Dawn -Don- asked as she -he- stared incredulously at the artificial phallus her -his- mentor had provided. The fact that it was a horsecock and as big as her -his- forearm also made it a tad bit intimidating, even if her -his- arm was still pretty small for a boy her -his- age.\n\nErza, a statuesque and stacked elf that was also her -his- magical mentor, sighed in an amused manner. \"You're not the first one to make this sort of mistake, Donny -you don't mind me calling you Donny while you're still a boy, do you?- and I think with how small you are compared to when *I* made that mistake, you'd have a lot harder time getting a real horse to mount you and pump your ass full of horse cum safely.\"\n\n Dawn -Don- blinked in bewilderment before taking her -his- eyes off the horsecock to look at Erza. \"W-wait, this happened to you too?! And what do you mean horse cum!? I thought it was just the phallus that was involved when you said I had to sodomize myself on it!\"\n\n \"Oh no,\" Erza laughed into her hand, \"It most certainly happened to me since it’s the same exact book I lent you that I learned that same mistake from. I spent quite a bit of time as Ezra, trying to\nfigure out how to undo the curse, well, spell-mishap. I slept around with men and women of multiple species, in a number of ways before I finally thought to get a stallion to mount my ass. Did you think I was just that wise in the ways of magic to know the best way to undo your spell-mishap?\"\n\n The human girl -boy- blinked as her -his- face inflamed, picturing their beautiful teacher having sex as an elf-boy. Looking back at the horsecock painted a rather vivid image in her -his- mind's eye.\n\n \"So I have to basically spread my ass with this and take a shot of horse cum in my colon, and I'll turn back into a girl?\"\n\n \"Don't be silly Donny-\" Erza stated, making Dawn -Don- relax for a moment, \"You have to bottom out on the horsecock, and it'll give you an enema of a gallon of horse cum.\" Seeing her student's\nmounting horror, the elf smiled down at her -him-. \"There was more than one stallion in the field, I was a bit drunk and I'm basing this off of how much cum I had in my stomach by the time I turned back after the sixth stallion finished with me. And don't worry, that bracelet you're wearing will grant you some elasticity to avoid damage.\"\n\n Dawn -Don- gulped as she -he- looked at the simple golden band around her -his- wrist. Well, at least she -he- wouldn't have to worry about being split in half. \"This isn't all, is it?\"\n\n Erza smiled reassuringly at Dawn -Don- as she pulled out a flash of light pink opaque liquid. \"I did fetch a lubricating potion for you to make it easier even with the bracelet. And I did link the phallus's ejaculation to your own, so you at least have to ride it enough to cum yourself. Well, that or stroke yourself to completion while fully impaled on horsecock, but I think bouncing would be a little more fun.\" She pulled the cork out of the flask's neck and poured a liberal amount over the phallus, letting it spread out and down with gravity, before looking back to her student. \"Now bend over and I'll put the rest of this in your ass for you. You're my precious student, so I would rather you not be hurt if possible, after all.\"\n\n With a moment of hesitation, Don obeyed, leaning over to present his virgin ass to the beautiful elf. After a moment of thought, she -he- reached back and spread her -his- cheeks as well. \"Okay, I'm... I'm ready.\"\n\n\"*Good boy*!\" Erza cooed as she slid the neck of the flask into Don's asshole without resistance thanks to the bracelet. \"Now lean down. It's not going to pour in if your still only horizontal.\" She insisted as she pressed on her student's soft back until he was hugging his legs with one arm and holding himself upright with the other on the floor.\n\n \"It feels weird!\" Don gasped as the flask emptied into his intestines. \"But not... bad....\" He continued after a moment to process the sensation.\n\n \"Alright,\" The elf replied as she popped the flash out of his butt and set it aside, \"Go ahead and stand up, but sit on the phallus so we can get started.\" She giggled as her student awkwardly stood\nwith one hand against his ass in a self-conscious effort to avoid leaking before shuffling the short distance over to the glistening example of an equine organ.\n\n Don sat down, shifting a little to pull his hand out of the way without doing so too soon and sat there for an awkward second. \"Um... it's not going in...\" She -he- said lamely as she -he- continued to use the horsecock as a stool.\n\n Erza giggled into her hand as she walked over behind her student. \"How about you try spreading your cheeks so they aren't getting in the way, give your hips a wiggle and relax?\"\n\n Don nodded as he placed both hands under him and pulled his cheeks away from each other. \"Okay, and you said wiggl- ahhhh!\" Don started to ask right before he felt delicate hands on his shoulders before he was pushed *down*, exciting a squeal from him as the flared head slid into his entrance with a wet pop before he continued further towards the floor, leaving him gasping for breath. \"Oh! Oh! Oh... my... lord! Teacher!\"\n\n \"Oh wow, you took half of it in one go! Such a *good boy*, Donny. Are you sure you hadn't played with your ass before this?\" Erza giggled into Don's ear as she eased up the pressure on his shoulders. She continued before Don could stammer out a denial. \"Now just bounce a few more times and you can probably take the rest in a few goes.\"\n\n Don took a deep breath before shifting his legs under him and lifting her -his- body up a bit and let himself drop down again, gasping out a moan as he slid deeper. He was scared to look down to see how much horsecock he still had to swallow with his ass. He also wasn’t willing to stop as he forced himself up again and let gravity pull him down further. “This… this feels really weird! But sorta good…”\n\n Smiling ruefully at Don, she watched her student continue working his way towards the base. “Well maybe you’ll continue to like it. After all, there’s a reason I already had a phallus like this ready to help fix your issue.”\n\n “Wait! You mean,” Don exclaimed as he twisted to look up at his mentor in surprise. She -he- had no idea that her -his- teacher had done such a thing more than once. Unfortunately, the motion also had him shift his footing, but one foot immediately slipped on the lubricating potion that had drizzled down on the floor around the phallus. With unstable support, gravity took over and Don spun to the floor with a silent scream as his elastic insides were rearranged by phallus.\n\n “Oh,” Erza blinked in surprise of her own as she looked further down to her student now sitting on the floor, mouth and eyes open wide. “Oh wow. You’re a really *good boy*, Donny.” The elf purred as she crouched down and stroked his cheek before looking at his lap. “But it doesn’t look like you came yet.” She cooed as she moved to stand behind him again and put her hands under his armpits. “Come on, up you go.”\n\nThe mage-in-training sucked in air as the taller elf pulled him off of the floor -off of the horsecock- until only the flared head was left inside. After an incoherent second, Don came to his senses and readjusted his legs beneath him to hold himself up again as he tried to get his breathing back under control. “That…! That….! Teacher! I saw so many stars!” Don gasped out."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Gods, Spirits, and the Fair Folk
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"content": "1. A goddess of sex descends upon the world, seeking a mate. But she keeps rejecting every possible suitor, until a scrawny, meek, bookish young man is put before her on the humorous whims of his \"friends\", the joke however is on them, as he is the exact kind of mate she was looking for!\n\n2. There were a few unofficial \"rules\" all adventurers had to abide by such as \"Don't try to ride a pony girl\" or \"Always carry 3 more vulneraries then you think you need\" or \"Don't eat berries in the fairy forest without permission.\" One rather curvy sorceress opts to ignore the last one, and falls asleep while she's still in the forest, and when she wakes, she'll find that she's been completely stripped naked, helplessly and strictly bound and gagged, and at the total mercy of a very upset berry farming fairy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: At first, a tomboy thought that being a werebimbo was a curse, but she's kind of come to reluctantly enjoy it, and so have her friends...
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"content": "\\[Not much, but I'll continue it soon\\] \n\n\n“April, Ester, I'm going for a run at the park, alright?” Gwen announced to the body passed out on her couch and the woman getting some water from her fridge.\r \n\r \n“Why do you have to be like this? It's so fucking early.”\r \n\r \n“It's one of the reasons I don't drink when we go out, Ester. So that I can keep my daily routine.”\r \n\r \n“Oh yeah? And what's the other reason?” Ester came upon Gwen's personal space, one hand holding her half-full glass of water, the other slowly caressing the athletic woman's back down towards her lower half. “Is it so you don't kindle any flames?” She whispered in her friend's ear while she gave her toned ass a good squeeze.\r \n\r \nGwen's breath quickened after letting out a soft gasp. Her cheeks flushed, while the ones being held by Ester swelled against the taunting woman's palms. It wasn’t much, but Gwen could feel her flesh stretching her leggings, taking advantage of its elasticity to grow unchecked and, the bigger her ass, the harder it would be to not give in to Ester’s fondling.\r \n\r \nShe risked falling into a feedback loop if Gwen allowed her friend to continue.\r \n\r \nSo, why not let her? An intrusive part of her asked. It’s just one day. It won’t do you any harm.\r \n\r \n“Ester, stop. This is not the time for that. Go back to sleep.”\r \n\r \n“Oh, so when is ‘fondling Gwen’s ass’ time, then?” Ester commented as she respected her friend’s wishes and let go of Gwen.\r \n\r \n“You know I didn’t mean it like that.”\r \n\r \n“I know, I know. Just teasing, my dear little friend.” The sleek woman took a sip from her water while watching Gwen get herself together. “But I can't help but wonder if you won’t be up for it when you come back.”\r \n\r \n“You say that like I can’t control myself.”\r \n\r \n“Oh, I know you can. What I meant was, do you want to?”\r \n\r \nGwen stepped to the door in silence. She knew any rebuttal would only fuel Ester’s teasing. With that in mind, she held the knob and took a deep breath, both to compose herself, granting her behind the opportunity to diminish its size, and to ignore her friend, the pestering words addressed to her and the resulting meddlesome thoughts.\r \n\r \n“Nice leggings, by the way.” The compliment came from a smirk behind a glass cup. Glancing down at her larger ass, Gwen saw the gray of her garment had acquired the faintest hint of a pinkish hue. Much like her face when she finally exited her home."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM][EU] In a superhuman society, with 80% of the population possessing some incredible power... what kind of people turn to rape? (Hero Academia)
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"content": "I mean, right off the bat, with Toga's Quirk as an example of needing (or at least strongly desiring) a bodily fluid as sustenance outside of her actual transformations, an incubus/succubus Quirk that has the person reliant/desiring cum. Yes, they could probably manage it better than the blood related version, via prostitution or multiple sex partners. But maybe the person is going through a dry spell: their sex mania has driven off their usual \"sources\" and then a situation presents itself that their thirst won't let them walk away from, and once the deed is done, they realized they liked that power of the moment too, so they keep doing it, or counter, they are horrified and try to abstain in a \"I am in control\" only to fall into the same desperate hunger craze again. Heck, upbringing with parents that don't accept the person's sex focused Quirk, like Toga's parents denying her blood focused Quirk, could lead to a similar loop of extreme hunger, rape, fear, isolation/abstinence, extreme hunger.\n\nOther related aspects could be hypnosis, Allure, and pheromones, etc."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompt me: Futa Ntr stuff.
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"content": "His wife's best friend Sara is a futa, and for years she has been nothing but a good friend to both his wife and him.\n\nBut then Sara got a divorce.\n\nSince Sara's divorce she has been spending a lot more time with his wife. For a while he was sympathetic and figured Sara was just lonely and was hanging out with her friend more to cope as she adjusted to her new situation. But over time Sara has been more \"aggressive\" about spending time with her, and has been acting rather condescending towards him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You convinced your boss that FreeUse was the latest workplace trend for this year. One fake HarvardBusinessReview article later, and office policies quickly took a turn for the sexier.
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"content": "It took me a few days to build up my courage.\n\nThere were plenty of sexy girls in the office, and they were getting lots of attention. There were a number of sexy guys, and most of them had at least started to get into the spirit of the new policy.\n\nBut the one that caught my attention was Kyle: the hotshot accountant: 5'8\", buff and toned, with neat brown hair and deep blue eyes, with a sort of boy-next-door good looks. He was better at explaining the company's policies and the relevant tax laws than anyone. Even if he wasn't officially the one with the answer, I still liked to ask him his thoughts just so that I'd understand the answer. And because I'd take any excuse to talk with him.\n\nI'd wanted to ask him ever since the policy started. With our open office, I basically stared at his butt all day long, and I'd wished I could do something about it for years. The first day, I thought about it all day long, but went home without doing anything. Same the second day. \n\nNow it was the third day, and we were the only ones left in the office. Kyle was very good at managing his team's workloads so that they wouldn't have to work much overtime during closing, but he wasn't as good at managing his own workload. I technically didn't have to work overtime, but I had lots of work to get done--and I didn't want to go home without using this policy.\n\nFinally, I got up and walked across the office.\n\n\"Hey, Kyle,\" I said.\n\n\"Hey, Tim,\" he said. He types a few more numbers into his spreadsheet, then he spun his chair to face me instead of his desk. \"Do you need help with something?\"\n\n\"Kind of,\" I said. \"It's about that new policy.\"\n\n\"Are you making a presentation about it?\" he said, frowning. \"Normally our costing policies don't go into that sort of detail...\"\n\n\"No, that's not what I meant,\" I said, blushing.\n\n\"Oh!\" he said. His blue eyes widened. \"You know I'm not into dudes. And I've got a wife.\"\n\n\"I know,\" I said. \"I just wanted to suck you off. You can imagine it's your wife if you want.\"\n\nHis eyes widened again. \"You... *want* to suck me off?\" he said.\n\nI nodded happily.\n\n\"And you'd swallow?\"\n\n\"That's the only way to do it,\" I said.\n\n\"Well, Tim, you can suck me off any time. Do you want to do this now?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" I said.\n\n\"All right!\" he said. He stood up and undid his jeans. I knelt down. I could faintly smell his musk.\n\nHe lowered his jeans and his blue boxers, then sat down again, spreading his legs. His cock was small and pale, with low-hanging balls and a full bush. I crawled a little closer and knelt between his legs.\n\nI cradled his soft balls in my left hand and brought my tongue along the side. He breathed heavily. The smell of his musk was a lot stronger now, and the musty, animal smell was like perfume to me. \n\nI took the tip of his soft cock in my mouth and started sucking. The head was so pretty, so perfectly proportioned and shaped, and it fit so well against my tongue. Soon I felt his cock hardening in my mouth, and that feeling made my own cock harden.\n\nI took his cock out of my mouth. It was beautiful: short enough to be perfectly proportioned to his body, just wide and thick enough to fill my mouth, and smooth. I licked up its length and breathed in his musk, then took it deep again.\n\n\"Damn, Tim,\" he said.\n\nI took his cock deep in my mouth again, gently holding the base with my right hand and his balls with my left. I'd need to wash my hands, but I didn't care. I let my tongue wrap around his thick cock and raised and lowered my head over it. It felt so good finally having this in my mouth, and his occasional gasp and grunt was driving me wild.\n\nSoon he was thrusting into my mouth as well, almost making me gag. The solidity of his cock in my mouth felt so good, and the fact that he wanted this. I salivated as I kept sucking, and I moved my head more to make up for his face-fucking. His cock felt hard and strong.\n\nFinally, he gasped, \"I'm gonna cum. You're really OK with this?\"\n\nIn response, I just hummed \"Mmm-hmm,\" around his cock and sucked harder.\n\n\"Shit, I'm cumming,\" he panted. His cock convulsed in my mouth. It twitched and pulsed and pulsed against my tongue as my mouth filled with salty semen. *Kyle's cumming for me*! I thought triumphantly. This feel was enough to push me over the edge, and my cock pulsed in response, filling my boxers with a sticky mess, as I kept on sucking Kyle's cock. The pulsations were slowing down, but I swallowed each drop. Finally, it was over, and he slumped over, panting.\n\n\"Damn, Tim, I never knew you were so good at sucking cock,\" he said, standing up.\n\n\"Thanks,\" I said. \"You can use me any time.\"\n\n\"I might just take you up on that,\" he said. \"The next day I need a little help, I know where to go.\"\n\n\"Count on it,\" I said.\n\nYes, I like this new policy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Thanks to her clumsy lab partner, now she was transforming into a cowgirl...
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"content": "“What did you spill on me!? Uurgh. My chest, it’s so hot.” Sarah couldn’t avert her eyes as Kristin rubbed her breasts over her wet shirt. “Aaaanh. My breasts. They’re swelling!” Indeed, they were. Kristin’s chest slowly rose. Barely perceptible at first, her little tits expanded like she was breathing deep, but they kept their increased size after Sarah’s lab partner emptied her lungs. “What was on the vial, Sarah!?”\r \n\r \n\r \n“Bo-bovmone.” She managed to babble after Kristin snapped her out of it.\r \n\r \n\r \n“Bovmone!?”\r \n\r \n\r \n“I’m so sorry, Kristin. I-I-”\r \n\r \n\r \n“Fuck, I don’t have time… Nnngh…” Kristin’s bra broke as her boobs surged with growth. Two spots in front of her tits darkened the already dark fabric of her damp shirt. “For your apologies! I-I need the antidoooote! Where is it?”\r \n\r \n\r \n“It’s shiiit…” For the first time since her lab partner’s breasts grew, Sarah focused her attention on Kristin’s face, where she saw the pair of thick and curvy horns jutting out of the sides of her head. “It’s-it’s in Mary’s lab! It’s within her department.” \r \n\r \n\r \n“Then call soomeoooone there!” Long, fuzzy cow ears broke the changing woman’s hairline. “Tell them tooo bring the antidoooooote.”\r \n\r \n\r \n “I’ll get it myself. It’ll be faster.” Before Sarah could dart in search of the counteracting agent, Kristin grabbed her arm. \r \n\r \n\r \n“Noooooo. Yooooou’ll stay here.” The changing woman stood up, one hand holding Sarah in place while the other lifted her overstretched shirt. As the remains of the broken bra fell, it revealed a pair of massive milky mountains. The peaks of said mountains profusely spewed their newfound production. Such leakage pooled its contents onto the floor. \r \n\r \n\r \nSarah watched as those peaks approached ever so slowly as Kristin pulled her closer and closer.\r \n\r \n\r \n“Whooo dooooo yoooou think will help mooolk mooo tits oooontil they arroove?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She happily bought her master a harem of eager elf slaves, but he doesn't want a gaggle of nymphomaniac bimbos, he only wants the smart, muscler, dark elf tomboy he fell in love with years ago.
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"content": "\r**Unwanted Harem**\r \n\r \nAlisha led her latest acquisition into the mansion. As her Master's seneschal, she was entrusted with running his household and providing for his needs. She took her job very seriously and she did her best to provide for \"every,\" one of the Master's needs. She was hoping that this latest purchase would help her solve the one lingering one that always gave her trouble.\r \n\r \nThe human woman knew that her Master was in the prime of his life. A time when men like him should have a healthy interest in sex that needed a release but try as she might she could never seem to find what he wanted. She had purchased the finest sex slaves from the best slave trainers in the Empire. Of course, the elves were the best sex slaves around. Their naturally low breeding rate made it easier to control pregnancy. Their unique biology also made most other male species cum a natural and addictive aphrodisiac for the slutty elves. The slave guilds fought to obtain the criminals, traitors, and volunteers the Empire allowed them to turn into slaves.\r \n\r \nThis would be the twelfth nymphomaniac elf slave she had purchased for her Master and she was hoping this eager slut would finally please him. For a while, she had wondered if her Master was more interested in elf boys but a divination spell from the town witch had proved that was not the problem. Her Master desired women, she just hadn't found the right woman. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. At this point, if she thought she would make her Master happy she would fuck him herself. Glancing at the latest purchase she assessed the woman critically.\r \n\r \nA little shorter than average the elf woman's body had been enhanced with every spell and alchemical concoction that the slavers had. Her body had become a hyper-sexualized fantasy of what a woman was. Her thin waist seemed impossibly narrow compared to her wide hips and full round ass. Her breasts were impossibly large and constantly leaked magical milk that could make any man recover his sexual stamina instantly upon drinking it. Her well-trained holes could become so tight she could crack a walnut, or expand to the point she could take a stallion and drain him to completion for days on end. Her tongue could extend nearly six inches from her pretty puffy lips. Those cock sucking pillows were so full and would feel divine wrapped around a man's prick. \r \n\r \nIn addition to her slutty body the eager elf had been trained in every sexual act and position no matter how depraved. Some men would train their lives for one amazing night with the enhanced elven fuck toy. The merchants had claimed the masterpiece of a sex slave would make succubi envious and incubus sell their souls. Her face was more beautiful than anything Alisha had ever seen. In fact, if she was being honest even though she had no interest in women just being near the beautiful slave was making Alisha uncomfortably wet.\r \n\r \n\"Master, I present to you Elyishzarra, the finest that money can buy,\" Alisha announced as she led the scantily clad elf into her Master's chambers. \"She will sate your every desire. She can…\"\r \n\r \n\"Put her with the others,\" Alisha was stunned by her Master's words. His only other reaction was a distracted and dismissive wave of his hand.\r \n\r \n\"A-As you wish Master,\" Alisha swore silently but bowed her head and clenched the elf-slut's leash in her hand. She had failed, again. She turned to leave.\r \n\r \n\"I'm sorry Master, there is one other thing,\" Alisha spoke remembering the envelope in her other hand. \"A letter arrived from Mora'leshell Ebonbranch.\"\r \n\r \nFor the first time in a long time, her Master's eyes flicked to her as if finally seeing she was in the room. His eyes were wide and eager. He stood from his desk ignoring the papers he had been working on. His eyes looked at the elven slut briefly registering mild annoyance.\r \n\r \n\"Mora sent a letter?\" Her Master's voice waivered, surprising her as he had always been a steady unshakable man. \"Give it here.\"\r \n\r \n\"Of course Master,\" Alisha demurred handing the envelope to her Master who looked like a child on a holy day. \"You, grew up with Dame Ebonbranch, correct sir?\"\r \n\r \n\"Hmmm? Who? Oh yes, Mora was knighted,\" Her Master mumbled, barely audible. \"Yeah, she was a few decades older but we were children together, Dark Elves have longer lives than humans.\"\r \n\r \nAlisha was shocked when her Master blushed! The conversation stopped briefly as he moved behind his desk and picked up a letter opener. She noticed the jeweled steel shake slightly from his unsteady hands. What was going on?\r \n\r \n\"It was about the time that we were both becoming adults,\" Her Master volunteered, staring at the envelope. \"I remember her being so…\"\r \n\r \nHer Master's voice trailed off and her own eyes began to widen. Her Master was smitten! Had it been so stupidly obvious? There were Dark Elven slaves. Much rarer than High Elves or Forest Elves but they existed. Maybe she could obtain one the next time that the slavers came to market She broke herself from her thoughts as she watched the joy and then nervous uncertainty appear on her Master's face as he read the letter. \r \n\r \n\"The War is over,\" Alisha's Master mumbled and turned to look out the window. \"The troops are returning home. On her way back from the front Mora has decided to visit.\"\r \n\r \n\"Master, that is wonderful!\" Alisha's excitement was genuine. She had never seen her Master so excited, but also so nervous. \"Shall I ready the household for such an important guest?\"\r \n\r \n\"Of course, yes I would like everything perfect,\" Her Master smiled before glancing back and adding as if in afterthought. \"For the Empire's heroes of course.\"\r \n\r \n\"Of course Master,\" Alisha smirked as she turned away, leading the busty elf slut with her. She was done with slaves, it wasn't just a warm wet hole her Master craved."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Writer’s choice! Anything involving cum-covered fresh blueberries being served to a woman in a fancy high-end restaurant setting. Or better yet, a whole multi-course ‘tasting’ menu of various cum-covered sweets and desserts, maybe preceded by a special liqueur or drink topped with fresh cum!
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"content": "Behind the counter, a weedy, freckled, red-headed man carefully sliced off a piece from a block of fish, and then another. Robert had booked the whole restaurant, so she was the only customer, but the kitchen was full of cooks--mostly good-looking men. This red-headed man carefully arranged the slices on a long, narrow plate, then placed a single slice of bread next to them, and a small dish with some green fronds.\n\nHe placed the dish with the bread, fish, and fronds in front of her, next to the chopsticks.\n\n\"This is salmon sashimi, prepared in-house, with milk bread, oyster sauce, and micro-wasabi,\" he said.\n\n\"Oyster sauce?\" said Angela. The fish did not have any sauce.\n\n\"I will add that right now,\" he said. He removed his black apron, and a black-clad woman immediately took it away. He unzipped his stained white pants and pulled out his already-hard cock. It was longer than she'd thought it would be, with a strong curve to it. He started stroking with long, smooth movements. Soon he started breathing hard, and lowered his penis to just a little over the salmon. He panted, and semen spurted from the tip of his smooth cock onto the slices of salmon. After a few moments, each of the slices had a few drops of semen on it, and the middle slice had a puddle. The man sighed and put his cock back into his pants. \n\nAnother black-clad woman appeared at Angela's side with a pair of tweezers, and deftly placed a tiny sprig of micro-wasabi on each slice. \n\n\"Bon apetit,\" he said.\n\nAngela picked up a slice of salmon with the chopsticks. The creamy texture and salty flavor of the man's semen perfectly complemented the soft texture and delicate flavor of the salmon, and the wasabi added a pleasant sharpness. After she'd eaten all the salmon, a few bites of soft bread and a few sips of ice water was exactly what she wanted to balance it. \n\nAs Angela sipper her water, two ladies clad in black pushed aside the station the red-haired man had made sashimi at, and two more ladies wheeled in another station.\n\nAnother man appeared behind the counter. He looked like a gardener, with stubble, a mild sunburn, and sun-bleached brownish blondish hair. His whites were darkly stained and looked more brown than white. \"The next course will be the salad course,\" he said. \n\n\"Of course,\" said Angela. \n\nThe man took a broad plate and laid on a few leaves of arugula and a few tiny sliced strawberries, red to the center. \"I picked these strawberries just this afternoon,\" he said.\n\n\"Really?\" said Angela.\n\n\"Sure. We own several farms. It's really the only way we can get really fresh produce sometimes,\" he said. He drizzled on a few drops of thick black liquid, then tossed those together. \"But we got this ice plant from a specialty producer,\" he said.\n\n\"What's ice plant?\" said Angela.\n\n\"It's this,\" he said. He lifted up a small bowl filled with leaves a few inches long. Each of the leaves was covered with tiny glasslike bubbles. \"It's related to cactus, actually, but you can eat it raw. Here, try some.\" He handed her one leaf. It was crisp, with a delicate crunch like a very thinly sliced cucumber, with a mild salty flavor. \"I've never had anything like that,\" said Angela.\n\n\"It's good, right?\" he said with a wink. \"But it's delicate, which is why I'm adding them last.\" He arranged several of the leaves over the arugula. Then he stepped up onto the stool. \"And I'm going to add one more type of salad dressing.\"\n\nAnother black-clad lady took his apron, and he unbuttoned his stained brown white pants. His cock was a little shorter than the fish man's cock, but thicker and bulbous. A working man's cock, not an aristocrat's cock. He stroked fast and hard, and soon he breathed hard. His cock pulsed, and his semen splattered out, drops of semen covering the salad and the surrounding table as he stroked hard and panted. Finally, he breathed hard one last time and squirted a final drop into the middle. By now, his cock and his hand were covered with semen as well. He panted.\n\nA black-clad lady handed him a few moist towels, and he wiped off his hand and his cock before putting his cock back into his pants. Next, he wiped the drops of semen from the rim of the plate and passed it to her with a nod. Another black-clad lady placed a few slices of bread on a small plate as well. \"Sourdough bread,\" she whispered.\n\nThe arugula was delicious and sharp against the mild, sweet ice plant, and when she got a bite which was covered in semen, the salty funk worked perfectly with it as well. Even the strawberries were fresh and sweet. \n\nBy the time she looked up again, the station was gone, and it was replaced with a station with a cooktop with a small skillet on it. As she mopped up the last drops of semen and salad dressing with the sourdough bread, a black-haired man with chiselled features walked in. Even through his chef's whites, she could see that he had well-sculpted muscles. It was definitely the body of a man who loved protein. Angela thought he looked a little like Superman.\n\n\"The next course is the main course,\" he said. \"Japanese A5 black wagyu filet with fondant potatoes, steamed broccoli, and butter sauce.\"\n\nHe placed a chunk of something yellow and waxy-looking in the skillet. It immediately started to melt and spread out. \"Is that butter?\" she said.\n\n\"Yes,\" he said. \"This is actually ghee--butter which was browned, then strained. I want to cook this beef just a little bit hotter than you can get with butter, and browning the butter first gives a little more flavor,\" he said. \n\n\"Is that going to be the base of the butter sauce?\" she said.\n\n\"It'll be the base of one type of butter sauce,\" he said. \"I'm going to put two types of butter sauce on this steak,\" he added with a wink.\n\nHe then pulled out a small, triangular piece of meat. It was pink, not the red she'd expected from beef.\n\n\"Why is it so pale?\" she said. \n\n\"This is A5 beef,\" he said as he sprinkled on salt and ground on pepper. \"It's pale because it's so highly marbled. It was a little tricky to get ahold of this beef, and we had it shipped from Japan this morning.\"\n\n\"Impressive,\" said Angela.\n\nThe pan then placed the beef on the stovetop, where it gently began to sizzle. He then nodded to a few of the men further back in the kitchen, and they started to do something else she couldn't see. Meanwhile, the man handed his apron to a black-clad lady. \n\n\"I'm going to get the butter sauce ready while the steak cooks,\" he said. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, then slathered a little of the ghee on it. Angela could see that it was the biggest of the cocks she'd seen tonight: almost as long as the fish man's cock, but massively thick, and very smooth. It took a lot of ghee to cover it.\n\nThe man began to masturbate, smoothly running his left hand up and down over his slick cock at a relaxed pace, and he gently thrust into his fist at the same time. \"Some things you can't hurry,\" he said. He flipped the steak and kept stroking, then he nodded to one of the cooks deeper in the kitchen. The other cook nodded back."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU][Steven Universe] When the gems from Homeworld arrived on Earth to start a new life, they needed a way to become productive members of society while financing their lifestyle. Their answer was prostitution as they’re willing to let the humans do anything to them for the right price.
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"content": "\"Dude, you're not gonna believe this.\"\n\n\"Try me.\"\n\n\"I banged two aliens last night.\"\n\n\"This better be a hell of a story.\"\n\n\"You know all that crazy shit that's been going down in Delmarva?\"\n\n\"Yeah, some kind of, like, monster hunting magic warrior nuns or something?\"\n\n\"Monster hunting magic warrior lesbian space aliens.\"\n\n\"You're telling me you banged a *lesbian* alien?\"\n\n\"Well, I dunno if they're *all* gay. Anyway, I guess they needed some cash.\"\n\n\"You hired an alien hooker.\"\n\n\"Two alien hookers. Package deal, I guess.\" \n\n\"Lay it on me.\"\n\n\"So, both of them were *Hella* thin. One yellow, one blue. Yellow one was clearly the boss. Blue just did whatever yellow said, barely spoke a word the whole night.\"\n\n\"I didn't think you went for bony chicks.\"\n\n\"I don't, but they're aliens. When the yellow one saw me looking, she whispered something to the blue one and the blue one did a little dance and her tits grew to the size of, like, basketballs.\"\n\n\"What? Like one of those frogs that inflates its throat?\"\n\n\"Nah. They can shapeshift. Turns out they're, like, made of holograms or something. Only things that's actually real is this little gem sticking out of their stomachs.\"\n\n\"You're telling me you fucked lesbian alien *ghosts*?\"\n\n\"No, I could touch them. I dunno how it works. Hard light or energy fields or something. Anyway, they felt like normal human hookers. I could touch them just fine. And they sure acted like they could feel it.\"\n\n\"Did you make them turn into anything freaky?\"\n\n\"Did I what?\"\n\n\"They're shapeshifters. You coulda fucked a... like a crazy monster or something. I dunno. Had them grow four extra boobs.\"\n\n\"Uhhh. Didn't even cross my mind. I was too busy having them play with, like, the size of their tits, and how fat their asses were and stuff. Made one of them grow a dick and fuck the other one.\"\n\n\"...did you actually, you know, bang them?\"\n\n\"I'm getting to that part. They're aliens! I had to see what all they could do.\"\n\n\"What can they do?\"\n\n\"You ever fuck a chick's face *non-stop* for like fifteen minutes?\"\n\n\"Can't say that I have.\"\n\n\"At first, I kept stopping to see if she needed to breathe, but apparently they just *don't* breathe. At all.\"\n\n\"Oh, freaky.\"\n\n\"Right, so the yellow one's just parked on my dick, and meanwhile the blue one is fucking drowning me in the biggest pair of tits you've ever seen.\"\n\n\"I dunno. I've seen some pretty big tits.\"\n\n\"Ever heard of Annie Hawkins-Turner?\"\n\n\"Who?\"\n\n\"She has the world record for the biggest tits ever.\"\n\n\"Whoa.\"\n\n\"Yeah. 102ZZZ cup.\"\n\n\"That means nothing to me.\"\n\n\"Each one is 70 freaking pounds.\"\n\n\"That's like... four or my cat.\"\n\n\"Each. Blue was smothering me in 90 pound tits.\" \n\n\"Do they have names? You keep calling them blue and yellow.\"\n\n\"Uhh, I think they're just called Blue Pearl and Yellow Pearl.\"\n\n\"Oh shit, they were sisters? Freaky.\"\n\n\"I don't *think* so. I dunno how they reproduce. I think they're made in factories or vats or something.\"\n\n\"Oh weird. Wait, then why do they have human genitals?\"\n\n\"They're shapeshifters, dumbass.\"\n\n\"Oh duh. So were they, like, smooth down there?\"\n\n\"Huh. Nah. They both had\n pussies. No hair though, except on their heads. Maybe they, like, put on their pussies when they show up to work or something? I dunno.\"\n\n\"So what else did you do?\"\n\n\"This next parts kinda gay. Dunno if you wann hear it.\"\n\n\"Hey, I got an open mind.\"\n\n\"I had them morph into hot dudes and spitroast me.\"\n\n\"Oh, uh... was that fun? I though you were into chicks.\"\n\n\"Haha, I'm bi. I'll go for anyone. And besides, they're shape-shifting aliens. How could I *not* want to see how big a dick I could possibly take?\"\n\n\"Pretty easily, actually. Anyway did you do any other *straight* stuff?\"\n\n\"The answer was 13 inches by the way. But yeah, I'm sure you'll love this next part. So, the yellow chick and the blue chick said they had a surprise for me. They made out and, like, fused together into one big chick.\"\n\n\"What? What the hell do you mean \"fused\"?\"\n\n\"So they're climbing all over me, kissing, massaging and all that, then they tell me to watch, and they start fondling each other instead. They go at it for a moment, then they, like, turned into a ball of energy.\"\n\n\"A ball of energy.\"\n\n\"Then the ball of energy turned into a big green chick.\"\n\n\"A ball of energy that turned into she-hulk. Next you're gonna tell me she could breathe fire and fly.\"\n\n\"Nah she looked like the smaller chicks. Same proportions and everything. Just, uh, scaled up to, like 150%. She was like eight or nine feet tall, but she was still shaped like a tiny little waif.\"\n\n\"An eight or nine foot tall tiny little waif.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" \n\n\"You're pulling my fuckin' leg.\"\n\n\"I swear on my mom that I'm not.\"\n\n\"Deadass? Wow. So how do you fuck an eight or nine foot tall tiny little waif?\"\n\n\"Mostly, she fucks you.\"\n\n\"Is this another gay thing?\"\n\n\"Nah. Not at first anyway. Just too big to be anywhere but on top. Laid back and let her do all the work, you know?\"\n\n\"...not at first? whatever. Could she still shapeshift and everything?\"\n\n\"Hell yeah. She did this thing with her pussy where she, like, shifted the textures and squeezed in different ways and stuff.\"\n\n\"Daaamn. I gotta check these alien chicks out. Got a paycheck to blow, know what I'm saying?\"\n\n\"Actually, that's why I came down here. Could I borrow a few bucks?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Working at a mysterious gourmet chocolate shop, she can't help but sneak treats for herself constantly. It's starting to show on her figure, most notably how massive her breasts are getting!
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"content": "I hope you don't mind a twist of blueberry in your BE story. ;)\n\n---\nAnna had been so excited when she got the job. Ever since she was a little girl, she loved Wolper's Chocolate. She couldn't wait to see the other side of the candy-making process, and to have a role in making life so sweet for all the little boys and girls like her.\n\nIt was absolutely incredible. She had always thought the commercials about caramel rivers and cocoa mines were just artistic advertising, but no. They really did extract the cocoa for their chocolate from underground mineshafts, gumdrops literally grew from trees with multicolored leaves, and treats were caramel coated by dunking them in a river of caramel as wide and deep as the Mississippi. \n\"Try not to fall in.\" Mr. Wolper had warned, \"I don't imagine the idea of a caramel-coated Anna sounds any more appetizing to you than it does to me.\" \nBut as wondrous as the gumdrop trees and chocolate mines were, Anna was much more excited to see Mr. Wolper's lab, where he developed new, cutting-edge candy-making technologies. It was from this lab that their special infinity mints were born, and the sundae-in-a-sucker lollipops she so enjoyed. This was where Anna was set to work, operating the machines that somehow churned out whatever fancy new candies that Mr. Wolper dreamed up. It was a dream come true! \nExcept there was one catch. \n\"Remember, Anna.\" he said, \"Every piece of candy we make is destined for sale. As tempting as it is, I can't have employees stealing my merchandise. You're free to buy and consume our products on your own time, but if candy starts disappearing before it goes to a store shelf, I'll know. And there will be consequences.\" \n\"Don't worry, Mr. Wolper.\" Anna said, \"I won't take one bite of candy from this factory.\" \nAs far as she could tell, Mr. Wolper didn't notice her fingers crossed behind her back. It probably wouldn't make a difference. He may have said \"there will be consequences\", but he said it with his signature, couldn't-hurt-a-fly smile. As long as she didn't go selling stolen samples to his business rivals, \"consequences\" probably just meant \"it's coming out of your salary.\" So as long as she didn't eat _too_ much of the candy, it wouldn't be a huge loss. In fact, he may not even notice at all.\n\nSo Anna went along, running the machines to the best of her ability, swiping one or two pieces of candy a day. And of course, if Mr. Wolper was ever in the room, she never even tried to take anything. He didn't seem to suspect her in the slightest, so in her mind, everything was going fine.\n\nBetter than fine, in fact. Right after she started working in the factory, she finally seemed to hit her growth spurt. All throughout high school, Anna had never worn anything bigger than an AA cup. She had always assumed that she'd lost the genetic lottery, but judging by the obvious spillage in her tiny bra cups, she must've just been a late bloomer. In fact, when she went to get measured up a week after starting, she was already big enough for a B cup. And within a month, she was up to a DD! She loved her new boobs, as did Mr. Wolper, judging by the shit-eating grin he wore every time he saw her.\n*This is definitely the life.* Anna thought.\n\nBut after that first month, things started seeming suspicious. In just a few days, she was already starting to outgrow her DD-cup bra, which put her right on the precipice between overjoyed and perplexed. She doubted that she had the genes for breasts *that* big. And yet, just another week later, she was already busting out of a G-cup bra. She looked down at her chest with confusion as she nibbled on a double-fudge bar she'd snuck out of the factory that evening. \n\"Maybe I should see a doctor,\" she wondered aloud between bites, \"or maybe I just need to rethink my diet...\" \nShe glanced up at the candy bar in her hand. The chewy, gooey, fudgey bar of delicious Wolper's chocolate that danced across her taste buds like a bunch of tiny sugar ballerinas. \n\"Nah, it's probably nothing.\" she thought as she took another bite, crumbs disappearing into her canyon of cleavage.\n\nThe next day, Anna struggled to concentrate on her work. The straps of her new bra were already digging into her back, putting what felt like immense pressure on her shoulders as she turned a large crank on the side of the jawbreaker machine. The large, hermetically sealed metal door creaked open as Mr. Wolper stepped into the lab. \n\"Hello there, Anna.\" he said, \"How are things going?\" \n\"Oh, alright I guess...\" Anna said, rubbing her shoulder absentmindedly. \n\"Are you okay?\" \n\"Yeah, yeah. Nothing's wrong, just... God, I bought this bra two days ago, it should not be this tight already! Oh, sorry.\" \n\"No, it's quite alright. I don't suppose your little... growth problem is within your control. If you'd like to take a rest, I can have someone cover the rest of your shift, maybe even your next one, too. Perhaps you'd like to try out the new break area?\" \n\"Oh, that would be great, Mr. Wolper.\" \n\"Go on then, take care of yourself.\" \nAnna stepped away from the machine and towards the door marked \"EMPLOYEE BREAK ROOM\".\n\nWhile not quite as unusual as the rest of the factory, the break room was still more amazing than it had any right to be. The walls were papered with images of plump blueberries, and there were three vivid purple couches around a fancy wooden table. There was a refrigerator sitting next to an elaborate coffee bar, and Anna decided to look inside. She noticed of a box marked \"EXPERIMENTAL CANDY: TO BE DISCARDED\" \nThis piqued Anna's curiosity, and she took the box out of the fridge. She opened it up, and saw a bunch of small caramel-coated cubes. \n\"Aw, and why do we have to throw you pretty little things away?\" Anna said, pulling one off of the parchment-lined base of the box. \nThe candy certainly looked good. The caramel was a nice shade of golden brown, and it had a very nice, almost mirror-like sheen. For the sake of curiosity *and nothing else,* Anna popped the cube of candy into her mouth and began to chew. She moaned in delight as a sweet juice gushed out of the morsel. It was absolutely perfect! She couldn't imagine anyone throwing these away. \n*Well, if nobody's gonna miss them...* \nAnna plucked another caramel from the box and put it in her mouth. Then another. And another. And before she knew it, the box was completely empty. With a smile on her face, Anna picked up the box and opened up the cupboard next to the fridge, tossing the box into the trash. As she closed the door, however, she felt a gurgling in her stomach. She stumbled back towards the couch. The feeling of her bra straps was becoming more and more uncomfortable, and her skin was starting to feel flushed. \n\"Are you sure you're alright, Anna?\" \nAnna practically jumped at the sound of Mr. Wolper's voice. \n\"I did warn you when you started, there would be consequences for stealing merchandise.\" \n\"I'm so sorry, Mr. Wolper.\" Anna said, \"It's just so good, I... you can dock my pay if you want, I deserve it.\" \n\"Oh, you deserve what you'll get, Anna. But I don't believe in docking pay.\" \n\"Then... what are you gonna do?\" \nMr. Wolper didn't answer her question, but instead looked at her face quizzically. \n\"I think you have something on your nose,\" he said, \"maybe you should check the mirror.\" \nAnna stood up and shambled towards the mirror over the counter. Her stomach was still bugging her, but she felt like she needed to see what he was talking about. When she saw her reflection, she couldn't breathe. Her nose had turned a purplish blue color, and it was spreading across her face. \n\"Oh my God!\" she said, \"What's happening to me?\" \n\"Did you taste anything in particular in those 'experimental candies' you 'discarded'?\" Mr. Wolper said. \n\"The... the candies? Well, they were caramel, and chocolate, and... some kind of juice. I think it was... no. It was blueberry, wasn't it?\" \nMr. Wolper smiled at her, but it didn't look so innocent this time around. Wolper's Chocolate didn't make blueberry-flavored candies. Very few people knew why, but ever since starting at the company, Anna had heard stories. Apparently, the process the factory used to extract berry flavors caused a strange reaction when done to blueberries. She didn't want to believe it, but... her bra was getting very tight. Her pants, too. And her blouse. Anna looked down at her hands, then at her ankles. The blue color had spread across all of her skin now, and if the stories were true...\n\n***POP!***\n\nA button on Anna's blouse burst free, and like a dam, the rest of her shirt exploded open right after. Her belly was visibly bloated, and her breasts were now squished tightly in her bra. Her belt was cutting into her waist, and she knew it couldn't last long. \n\"Now do you see what happens to thieves, my little blueberry?\" Mr. Wolper said. \nAnna's pants began to rip, blueberry flesh bulging out from the side seams. Anna could feel herself filling up with more juice by the second. She didn't know how big she would get... or what would happen when she reached her limit. At last, her bra snapped as her legs gave way. She landed on her juicy bum as her body grew rounder and rounder. Her pants were long-gone at this point, leaving her entirely naked in front of her boss. \n\"Please, help me!\" she moaned. \n\"I'm afraid the only way to do that is to juice you, my dear.\" \nMr. Wolper walked around her, stopping between her fat, stumpy thighs. \n\"But don't worry,\" he continued, \"I've heard that it's quite... pleasurable for some.\" \nAnna couldn't see him anymore, but she could feel his finger gently entering her pussy. She felt liquid gushing from her hole as pleasure rushed through her body. \n\"Please, please, juice me!\" she begged. \n\"It's always fun when they beg,\" he said, \"very well. But it'll take a while.\" \nSomehow, Anna didn't mind the sound of that."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was surprised when her parents we're proud of her cam girl career, especially when it involved her friends fucking her in her bedroom, under their roof!
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: She was surprised when her parents we're proud of her cam girl career, especially when it involved her friends fucking her in her bedroom, under their roof!"
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"content": "\"Fuck! Oh Fuck! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Harder!\"\n\n*Thump Thump Thump*\n\nMark shuddered at the sound of his daughter's screams and the rhythmic thumping of her bed against the wall. His cock ached for release.\n\n\"I wonder where she gets that from,\" his wife Mary chuckled as she ran her finger along his erection.\n\nHe grinned and rolled atop her. \"Like mother, like daughter.\"\n\nMary wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him to her. He could feel her dampness against his shaft and knew she was as horny as he was.\n\n\"Wanna watch,\" she whispered.\n\nA twinge of guilt filled him. Guilt at being aroused by this.\n\nBefore he could answer, Mary reached over and snatched her phone from the nightstand without releasing her hold on him. She navigated to the site their daughter streamed on and logged in. A moment later a familiar room filled the screen.\n\nThe bedroom was painted a pale blue with clouds along the walls. A large brass bed dominated the room with pieces of furniture occupying the spaces around the perimeter.\n\nKatie knelt atop her bed gripping the brass frame and staring at the camera. Her wrists were secured to the bed by leather restraints and lengths of rope. She wore a white corset and stockings and nothing else. Their daughter was a short, plump young woman in her early twenties with long, raven hair.\n\nA muscular man twice her age knelt behind her and gripped her waist tightly. He thrust roughly into her causing the bed to rock with each motion. From time to time he swatted her bottom with his hand earning a scream for more or to be struck harder. Her heavy pale breasts swayed wildly.\n\nMary was breathing hard watching their daughter.\n\n\"Fuck me,\" she gasped in a half pleading, half commanding voice.\n\nMark slid easily into his wife. With one hand she held the phone, and with the other she rubbed her clit as he slowly made love to her.\n\nIn minutes Mary pulled her pillow over her face and screamed. He felt her body shake in a powerful orgasm. A moment later he gasped as his seed filled her.\n\nThey lay in each others' arms basking in the afterglow and listening to Katie. After an hour the sounds of sex died off, and only faint murmuring could be heard. Perhaps an hour later the front door opened and closed; her lover had left.\n\nThe following morning Mark was cooking pancakes when Katie came in wearing pajamas and limping. She winced as she sat down.\n\n\"Rough night,\" he asked with a laugh and handed her a cup of coffee.\n\n\"Shit,\" she moaned. \"I hurt in places I didn't know I had. God, I'm starved.\"\n\nHe placed a plate of pancakes in front of her.\n\n\"Don't forget you promised to walk the Jones's dogs this morning.\"\n\nKatie groaned and started eating.\n\n\"And I still need finish that World History paper,\" she sighed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You were summoned by a group of incubi/succubi during their sleepover. To them, they believe you’re the one stealing their souls in the ritual they performed. You suggest that sex is a good alternative before sending you back home to which they eager accepted.
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: You were summoned by a group of incubi/succubi during their sleepover. To them, they believe you’re the one stealing their souls in the ritual they performed. You suggest that sex is a good alternative before sending you back home to which they eager accepted."
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"content": "This is a long one, so it will come in 2 parts. The first comment will be exposition & set-up, the second will be pure, unadulterated smut. Enjoy!\n\nFeel free to expand or continue my story. Criticism is always appreciated.\n\nTags: M reader, MM, MF, FF, MFF, MMF, MMFF, Shapeshifting genitals, TM/TF/M, 4-some, Anal (give & recieve), BJ (give & recieve)\n\n*What a boring day* you thought to yourself as you stuffed your books back in your bag.\nCollege was always a bit of a grind, but at least you usually found *something* interesting.\nNot today. Homework review then test review for *all* 4 of your classes that day, none of which were in your major.\n\nAs you headed towards your car to drive home, you got a strange, light-headed feeling about halfway through the quad.\nBy the time you passed the engineering building, you considered stopping by the nurse. Your light-headedness was getting worse and worse... and worse... until there was nothing.\n\nYou woke up feeling comfortable, if a bit over-warm. Well, \"woke up\" may not be accurate; you were still standing, backpack over your shoulders, as if nothing was different, except for the dark stone brick walls, the sudden heat, and the 4 faces staring back at you.\n\nOh, and the screaming.\n\nThe 4 faces belonged to people... - people? The horns and flaming crimson hair with eyes to match suggested otherwise - and those people were currently screaming like you were a halloween attraction.\n\n\"Please! Please mighty Human, don't steal our souls! We promise, we'll leave you alone! Please don't hurt us!\" said one who appeared to be a woman, hiding behind a lean-looking man.\n\nYou raise your hands, causing them all to flinch despite the gesture of surrender. \"I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise!\"\n\n\"But... you're human,\" one of them responded. \"You steal souls. Isn't that kinda like... your whole thing?\"\n\n\"What? No. If anything, this feels like hell and y'all look like devils, so shouldn't *you* be stealing *my* soul?\"\n\n\"Um, no? I'm not sure why we would do that,\" said another one of them, a tall and well-muscled man.\n\n\"Hold on, are you really not going to give us 'intense pleasure better than sex for the rest of our lives'?\" Asked the shorter man, putting on a dramatic voice.\n\nThe woman who was hiding behind him responded \"Yeah, I mean, you humans are supposed to give us mere succubi intense sexual pleasure in exchange for our souls.\"\n\nOver the course of the ensuing conversation, you discover that your ideas of each other are almost exactly the same, but neither you nor they actually fulfill the stories of the other. You also learn their names.\nThe women are Aaya and Nisaba, and the men are Mezizi and Etum. Aaya and Mezizi are about the same height, both about a head shorter than you. Both were lean and looked relatively soft, like the kind of person you could cuddle for hours. Nisaba had an inch or two on you. She was similarly lean, but the height made the slight muscle feel slightly harder, somehow. Etum was a head and some taller and muscle-bound. All of them were *incredibly* hot: the one stereotype they seemed to fulfill.\n\nYou were bi, and being surrounded by these 4 very attractive succubi - literal legends of sexual prowess - was doing a number on you. Judging by the looks of the others, you were having a similar effect on them. You had never considered yourself particularly attractive, average if anything, but then again, they probably thought *they* were average.\n\nWhen you suggested that you could still have sex, despite no transfer of souls or fantastic powers, since that seemed to be what they summoned you for in the first place, your suggestion was met with smiles and enthusiasm."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The sweetest girl in his college asks him to give her her first time, and he's almost hesitant at first. Once they get into it though, he's amazed at her skill and how cute she looks having sex.
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: The sweetest girl in his college asks him to give her her first time, and he's almost hesitant at first. Once they get into it though, he's amazed at her skill and how cute she looks having sex."
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"content": "The first time Lena brought it up, I actually blushed for her. We hadn't known each other for a long time, but working together on a couple of projects for our sociology class, we'd gotten to know each other pretty well. She knew I didn't have a steady girlfriend, although I went on a lot of dates. I knew she didn't have a steady boyfriend, and didn't go on a lot of dates. \n\nI was surprised that she'd asked, honestly. I wasn't surprised by her virginity- she definitely projected innocence. She wore her hair in a braid, and I'd never seen it any other way. She dressed in primary colors, and never showed cleavage. She was attractive for sure, but I doubted anyone would call her sexy. More cute. And she was sweet. Sweeter than any girl I'd ever met. She knitted little animals and gave them to her friends as gifts. She sent birthday cards and thank you notes, remembered the names of toll the custodians in the science building, and had full conversations with her barista when she ordered hot chocolate at the coffee shop where we studied.\n\nI honestly didn't know how to react, so I just asked, \"Why?\" which made her laugh. \n\n\"No, I mean, why me?\" I clarified. \n\nShe took a sip of her hot chocolate, leaving a dab of whipped cream on her freckled nose. \"Well, for one, you don't seem likely to say no.\" She laughed. Did I mention her wey sense of humor? She liked to tease me, but this was my first indication that she noticed my social life outside of our little study partnership. I smiled, and blushed a little more. Why did I feel nervous all of a sudden. \n\nI opened my mouth to say something, but I realized I had nothing to say. My mind was blank. She looked back at me with those blue eyes that seemed too big for her face. Instead of talking, I closed my mouth and wiped the whipped cream off her face. She wrinkled her nose. Then she whispered, \"Please,\" and I saw something in her that I hadn't noticed before: desperation.\n\n\"Let's go to my apartment.\" I suggested, but she was having none of it. \n\n\"No, mine. My housemate went home for the weekend.\""
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