I remember the scene like it was yesterday. The argument with my father in front of our little hut. He always did say I was way too angry for an eight-year-old, I suppose he was right. When suddenly the raiders appeared, we didn't even notice for the sounds of our own yelling. They rode through our home, the collection of small and frail shelters we affectio...
Epidemiologists are baffled by an outbreak of what they are referring to as -Flexis-fluidum (or rubber-fluid) Syndrome- that suddenly and randomly affected around one tenth of the world's population. Thankfully the symptoms don't become apparent until adulthood, when the body has fully developed into sexual maturity. Symptoms can include, but are not limited...
Way back at the beginning, I mentioned that the story would jump the shark. Well, here we go. Ironically though, this was actually the original intention from the beginning. Original influence is from a 4-page short at the beginning of a doujin. The short pages were called 'Canned Peach' by Momoyama Jirou-and coincidentally, what got me into writing in the f...
As months passed, Kyle got more and more used to his life on the farm. And it was a good life, too - fuck sexy hucows, milk sexy hucows, with some chores and manual labor mixed in. About three months from when he had his first injections, the doctor pronounced him a complete success - he was now as strong a bull as any on the farm. Indeed, he was a far cry f...
Just a short few years ago a group of aliens invaded our world. At first out guns and magic awarded them off fairly well. Then they released a super weapon. A virus that killed 95% of the Earth's male population. A super soldier program was being developed. After this it was rushed into final stages, but the chems reacted negatively to the y chromosome. That...
Prologue In my first story, BORG Collective. I had stumbled upon a chat group obsessed with Star Trek Voyager. Their interests were the BORG Collective. After two nights of interaction in a chat with ten people, they invited me to a Cosplay party. At the party I could join, I had to swear to serve the needs of the Collective and follow all orders given, wit...
FROM THE JOURNAL OF JESSICA WOODRUE: My name is Jessica Woodrue, daughter of disgraced brain surgeon, Doctor Jason Woodrue. I write this journal as a testament to his both his research and mine. My father worked on a project his was insanely passionate about - Project Gilgamesh. The goal of his research was simple: create the ultimate super-soldier. He und...
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...
*** I looked down at teats which were too 22 still breasts. Hidden mounds, the second most private part of her body, something that the norms of society agreed must be kept away from the eyes of the society she moved within every day. I was about to change that rather dramatically in the next few minutes. "22!!" "I feel that the best way to start you on t...
"So, the ... eight of us, are to be a group ... Elisabeth, this does mean that you have to sign the contract like the rest of us and submit ultimately to my authority. It also means picking a spouse and at least one official paramour. There's only one single man left here: Roger Stanfield. He has no blood ties to you. I suggest, nay I command, that you two g...