"Testing, testing. Mic is on. Camera is on. Beginning junior detective's interview for Katsumi Hojo, age 20. It's recording? Okay. Beginning interview..." The suited, Japanese man sitting across from me fumbled with his recording equipment, acting as though this was the first time he'd ever questioned a new hire. I'd been worried about getting a st...
WARNING: Extended satirical material in this comedic fiction story may strike some readers as vulgar, offensive, prurient, or (worst of all) serious. It's satire. Please adjust your expectations and interpretations accordingly. We mean no offense whatsoever. A Hard Day's Night 4 Paola opened her eyes, the memories of yesterday's adventures echoed in her mi...
Author's Note: story requested by Blader17. *** "You're serious?" Monica stared blankly at the woman across from her. "It's just... too intimidating," the woman, Janelle, lowered her gaze to the table between them. She was Monica's fifth attempt at a girlfriend in as many weeks, and she came to the same conclusion as they all did; Monica was simply too bi...
The side effects weren't severe, not in the literal sense. It depends on someone's definition. For Amy, who should be eight feet tall, after growing a foot in a short time, then her bathtub filling exploits weren't much to be concerned about. Amanda, however, wasn't so sure after their last romp left her bloated for hours. At the cost of a class to boot. "I...
- A Note from the Author - If you don't know me I am the Futa Contractor. I have an addiction to Futanari, Bimbofication, and other such nonsense that I wish were real. It is a unique fetish and probably doesn't get most people off. I can actually say that I enjoy about ninety percent of the Futanari culture that has developed online, and I have tried to ma...
introduction various futanari girls go about their daily lives. out of fear of ridicule (though to some perhaps there is no reason to fear and they are just being paranoid) they hope to keep their futanari selves a secret. one day however events occur that result in them going commando these events can voluntary or forced upon them. however without the prote...
A single strand of spit connected them. Gwen didn't release the blonde, her hands massaging the clothed rear, covered by the tight, thin material of Allie's yoga pants. Though they weren't used for the art as much anymore, since most people were in near perfect shape now, with an inbuilt flexibility akin to circus performers' decades ago. Some still did it a...
Author's Note: Please note that this story features hyper sized dicks, balls and breasts, with extreme loads of semen, futanari, extreme pregnancy (we're not talking octuplets here), and general insanity. If that's your thing, then read on. Merry (belated) Christmas and Happy New Year. ***** Crystal slumped back into her chair as she scrolled through the d...
Hi everybody. This is my first update in a long, long time. Stuff happened in real life that meant I couldn't continue my stories and for a long while I didn't want to either. Thankfully I've come out the other side and I have to admit, restarting this story and writing about these characters again felt like reconnecting with old friends. Thank you to th...
Doug and Allison Myers were sitting at their kitchen table, nervously sipping coffee on a Saturday afternoon. The two of them were right to be nervous. They were about to conceive their first child together. It had all started a few months ago. The two of them had been married for three years. Doug was a paralegal, and Allison was an elementary school teach...