"Come ON Kate! Hurry up! Before someone comes!" Natalie beckoned urgently to the young woman standing further down the hall from her as she held the bathroom door open, straining not to giggle, her voice barely audible over the thrumming music coming from the rowdy crowd just outside. Lady's night tended to get a little wild here, and they couldn't expect...
"Come ON Kate! Hurry up! Before someone comes!" Natalie beckoned urgently to the young woman standing further down the hall from her as she held the bathroom door open, straining not to giggle, her voice barely audible over the thrumming music coming from the rowdy crowd just outside. Lady's night tended to get a little wild here, and they couldn't expect...
"Thanks a bunch! Have a good one!" And with that, Jess slammed the door to her apartment with her spare hand, vaguely hearing the delivery man outside her door doing the same to his car's own. Turning around with a sigh, and being careful not to drop the box held in her spare hand, she smiled wearily to herself. It had been a long day, for reasons elaborat...
2:45. Friday. Three separate re-sets, personally handled. And very, very little patience left for his...'actresses'. Leon Whittaker's lip curled a bit further at that last thought, the mere word souring his mood, even as he kneaded his brow ever-harder, even as he slumped ever further back in his flimsy directorial chair, even as he tried again, equa...
2:45. Friday. Three separate re-sets, personally handled. And very, very little patience left for his...'actresses'. Leon Whittaker's lip curled a bit further at that last thought, the mere word souring his mood, even as he kneaded his brow ever-harder, even as he slumped ever further back in his flimsy directorial chair, even as he tried again, equa...
A PoV-shifted continuation of 'Misguided Affections', the previous work uploaded on this profile. All important details are covered within, and the first-person perspective resides in a separate character. Familiarity with the story prior not required. ***** "Unnnnnng." I pressed my face against my arms, feeling them mash against the surface of the tab...
"I really am sorry, Chris, you know I didn't mean it that way." I sat on the edge of our shared bed, stroking the short black hair of the diminutive woman beside me, her petite 4 foot eight body occasionally juddering with small sniffs and sobs, her tiny chest still rising and falling forcefully against my own C-cup breast, my almost full foot taller body...
Author's note: This story contains depictions of a woman transforming, graphically and willingly, into a sentient male contraceptive. As I suspect this concept may, perhaps, have limited appeal to those not already possessing some form of fetish for similar content, I figured' I'd give a heads-up before you invest time into something you aren't necessarily g...