It was a cold night in the small town of Luxemburg Florida. Liz Smith was new around and was looking for excitement. She was exceptionally fit due to her being a cheerleader in college, and quite the looker at that. She had nice D-cup breast, and long silky black hair. As she walked downtown it was almost empty, and every store seemed to be closed except fo...
The time was almost right, how long had he waited for this chance, this perfect opportunity? Too long, by his own reckoning. He had wanted her, watched her, seen the scorn she had for those beneath her station, watched as she had shamelessly flirted and teased the men in her employ, only to cut them loose from their growing fantasies with razor sharp talons,...
Albert had been sent to his room. He had been there for almost two hours. It didn't seem fair that his wife Zofia was still mingling with the others at the party. But she was insistent that he get them a room, well that was not entirely true; Albert had to pay for adjoining rooms. When he had obtained the keys he had given them all to Zofia. She took one and...
Disclaimer and Notes: The Rose Diaries is an incredibly dark story focusing on forced (heavy emphasis on "forced") feminization of a completely non-compliant individual. There are elements of non-consent, violence, and dark subject matters. In addition, this story depicts dysphoria, dissociation, and general depression. I hope you do enjoy this chapter if...
((This is my original work, originally published under the name Uriel and reposted from The Unending BE Addventure.)) Miranda crept into the factory warily. There shouldn’t be anyone inside; she’d specifically arranged for the cameras to be shut off and the security guards to be given the night off. But she’d come too far for anything unexpected to derail he...
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Rose was sitting at his feet while he watched a football game on television. She was his doll for the weekend and had determined to play out the fantasy role to perfection. It satisfied an inner feeling of being controlled and he played his part as her owner so well it gave her a warm inner feeling. It gave her such a constant buzz of arousal she became will...
Rose had been in shock the whole weekend; not getting up till late and then just wandering around the house in a daze unable to answer the phone not wanting to see or talk to anyone. Forcing down some toast she retched on the idea that an android couldn't eat, for it reminded her too clearly of how she had felt. He had apologised profusely explaining it wa...
Carol was having trouble staying awake. Too many years in charity work had left her jaded. She had simply heard too many horror stories, too many lies, to be touched by it any more. It was closing on thanksgiving and the line of people wanting handouts just grew and grew as the festive time drew near. She HATED holidays and the line of people seeking help,...
When young Nicholas regained consciousness, he found himself standing in the middle of a white room. Pure white. Whiter than an Apple store, he thought. He was standing naked wearing only a hospital gown that was made of paper. His entire body felt sore from the previous rounds with the aliens and their tentacles that had bound and slurped and obscenely str...