While you were scrolling down in twitter bored as you have ever been when a page opens on its own whith black bold letters that said: "CONGRATULATIONS! You have been chosen as the winner of the first user raffle of our new program TransDev!! Lucky you!!. The TransDev allows you to change the body of anyone!, you just have to set their name in the search...
Genital Modifications Incorporated. Introduction 19th December 2316 [Old style]; 22nd Mozart 0199 [New style] As I come to the end of my period of tenure as official historian to the company, I wish to lay out an account of the 200-year activity of Genital-Modifications Incorporated, so that future researchers will understand the role played by a single c...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I wrote this story when it occurred to me that there are probably male bimbos who go through extensive modification to make themselves attractive. I didn't know what to call them, so I landed on "kendle" after Ken doll. It's a dumb word, but that's the point, so is bimbo. This s...
All characters in this story are the age of 18 or older. In an alternate earth, in the year 2010, a mysterious company called RealDreams began selling fictional characters, not action figures or cardboard standups but living breathing things, plucked out of their universes and brought back by extraction teams. Now, i say “things” because after a long legal d...
I lay strapped down on a leather-padded bench, my ankles spread wide on its two lower arms, my upper thighs attached to sturdy straps just below my groin, my upper body strapped down by two more straps going across my shoulders and through my armpits. My head was resting on an inflated rubber pillow. I was naked and, embarrassingly for me, displaying an eigh...
I tried to relax and gather my thoughts as I sat in the well-appointed waiting room impatiently rehearsing my best interview responses. It had been a long day already, up before 4 am to make the 6 am flight from Des Moines to La Guardia, then a cab to the Manhattan office. I was just barely early for my 1:30 interview. Not only a long day, but it had been a...
The badge clipped onto your shirt pocket reads "Lewis Smith", and a not-flattering-but-not-unflattering picture of you is next to your name. Underneath is written the text "Junior Laboratory Worker". Your job is largely grunt work; you mix chemicals, prepare injections, handle paperwork, and generally do whatever you're told. You have alw...
Somewhere between the universes there is Aaron's Share Store where you can buy a skisuit that will turn you into whatever character it represents. You will get to the store through some other store, or strange gates placed in a place where they should not be. Story making rules: Your character is of legal age. You must briefly describe from what world or...
Everything is quieter in the winter. Cock hunting in the freezing weather is frustrating – the army guys did some winter endurance with me and my duties at the bar kept my ass busy enough. Although the cold weather stuff for the army seemed a bit dumb. The last war anyplace cold was the one with Hitler... Life in winter was much like in everyone else's wor...
I stood naked in front of the assembled audience of my wife, Tanya, four of her friends and my sister-in-law, Vanya. Unlike my first "behaviour modification" session with the big-busted dominatrix Maitresse Yvette, the women were no longer fully clothed, but were wearing an array of sexy lingerie, some more revealing than others but all erection-inducing. T...