As you are preparing for your day your television flickers on with an emergency broadcast comes on and the tornado siren near your home screams. The emergency broadcast beeps: “Attention citizens stay in doors and lock your windows and doors until further notice, Martial Law is now in effect. Anyone seen trying to leave the city will be detained or forced ba...
Adam rushed into his room after school. His dick was already straining in his pants. It seemed like it was getting harder and harder to make it through a day of school without jerking off. The young man had taken to blowing a load in the toilet at lunch. Today, he couldn't find an empty stall before the bell rang. The boy dropped his pants wrapped his hand a...
I recently started to experiment with breast expansion morphs and will use this story as a way to share them. I want to post these images together with a few sentences of caption or possibly something that could qualify as a short story. My image editing skills will hopefully improve with time and practice, and I believe that you can already see a difference...
"This is so unfair." Yelled Timmy as he trashed his room. His anger blinding him to the fact that he was destroying all his things. "Sorry sport, but you know the rules." Said his pink haired Fairy, she waved her wand as he broke each item. Repairing it with a flash of magic. It had officially been the worst day of Timmy's life. He got up...
In the future, who cares when, a scientist has created an Artifical Intelligence hardware (or is it software at the same time) which can physically embed itself into any article of slime. Whether it was a jelly of some sort or even a toy slime, the scientist could install this AI into a slime by injecting or pouring said chemical onto/into a body of slime. T...
This story is based on a game "Who Wanna Be a Bimbo" created by Dahakma; it can by found on TF Games. The game, despite its simplicity, is really absorbing and entertaining. It turns out, it can be inspiring as well. ------------------------------------------ My name is Nick and I decided to participate in a TV show called "Who Wanna Be a Bimbo?". It comb...
Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. Gragonog The Ravisher stared at the tangle of flesh before him. His tusked face wore a confused expression, uncharacteristic for him. The pile of flesh was located within, what he had thought was, a carefully constructed pentagram. The tangle of limbs and flesh wriggled and wraggled, scrambling like an epileptic spider....
The troops withdrew, first to Juniper base, to rest for a day, then to their respective bases, to inventory their new supplies and get them situated in storage rooms and armories. John Corcoran sent a small truckload to the newly rebuilt Greenwood base; it was the second Chinese base they'd hit, over two years ago, renamed for the first man of theirs who ha...
When they were both dressed, Isaac took Nall down to her new favorite restaurant again, the IHOP two blocks away. Why she'd chosen the place when they could easily afford to eat in five-star restaurants daily now, he had no idea; he'd never much cared for fine trucker cuisine. Nall was in charge, though. She ordered several pancakes, and Isaac just asked for...
She was naked; and horny. Lurching down the dusk-shrouded streets of Panama City, drifting away from the Interstate, she grappled with her own lust. Gazing at ther reflection in the sheen of a department store window, the shock, the awe impacted her again. Her hair was still the same auburn-red as ever, in a short, stylishly functional center-part; yet her u...