Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** PART 1 ==== At the time, playing with her then-boyfriend, she had thought hypnosis sounded hot. She'd let him hypnotise her so that when he said a trigger word, she would be bound to follow his instructions, whatever they were. When they'd broken up, though, he'd refused to rem...
Note to the reader: Game mode is really required for this story. I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH. There are whole blocks of dialogue in some scenes that just won't appear if you don't have the scoring active. The flowchart is going to be as complicated as i can manage, and the hidden variables will determine what paths and scenes will be available to you, based...
The door opened, slowly, stopping about half way. Jenn cautiously stepped inside. The room was lit by several candles, two in holders on the wall, others scattered around the room. U2's "With or without you" filled the air. It was a modest apartment. The couch and T.V. were the obvious main features of the room, typical bachelor pad. The "L" shaped room open...
I don't always listen to the news but recent articles have made me think about a few philosophical ideas revolving around this whole global warming situation, although now it's called climate change because as always, my front yard is covered in a foot off snow as opposed to a thick layer of green grass. I am not an expert in this topic but I don't need to b...
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"Hi Bob! Welcome to Make Me A Futa," said Ann, guiding me to the contestant's chair. The audience could just be seen beyond the glare of the studio lights and the array of cameras. Certainly their rustling and murmuring and laughter could be heard. And as if it wasn't terrifying enough being centre stage for the first time in my life, I was dressed like a gi...
A life, is complied of deeds, choices in which anything can happen, choices along the way keep us the way we are or who we are.....So, what gender are you?What's next? Man Woman What's next? Man Woman...
NOTE TO READER: This story is meant to be read with Scoring enabled. If you choose to enable Scoring, you will likely at some point find choices that are greyed out. These are choices that aren't available because of certain other decisions you have made. This is normal. If you choose not to read with scoring on, you may find that some choices available to y...
April 16, 2007 9pm PST "This is basically a rape story of a girl who couldn't fight back. How could you write this?" That's the question that started this response. A few years ago I wrote an FAQ and now this comes along so I figure we're due for an update. I'm not going to rehash 'Milestones' - if you haven't read it, go read it now and then get back...
You walk into the Carberton and look around. The tavern is packed, as usual, and as loud as ever. A couple of familiar faces catch your attention; they wave when they catch your gaze. You return a short wave back with a grin but continue to rove your eyes around the patrons. You were looking for a specific person, today. Your eyes land on a shock of red hair...