Man, I remember when I was in high school and 18 -- I was 6'8 1⁄2" of pure muscle. My biceps were the size of tree trunks, as is my enormous cock! I was the captain of the school's power-lifting team and a Colorado State champion in both the deadlift and squatting competitions! Nobody could ever top me, but the school nurse! Mrs. Rosenkrantzschultzbergkatz,...
Fake Breasts or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Body Fake breasts, they're everywhere. They're in girly magazines, movies, on the streets and in our homes. In the last decade we have been inundated with these ugly, gravity defying, unnatural attachments to the female form, and this blitz of ballooning busts seems unlikely to peter out in the nea...
"Hello, love. How are you feeling?" he tenderly smoothed the hair from her temples as she stirred and awoke. "Michael? What's wrong with me?" she breathed, coughed, tried again. Her voice sounded funny, husky and low. "Shhh, you've been very ill." He murmured. "But I feel okay, just odd…" "Really okay? You aren't dizzy or nauseous or hot?" he asked curi...
*** WARNING! This story is a work of fiction and contains graphic depictions of medical procedures that may not be safe. The author is not a medical professional and assumes no responsibility for injuries sustained by persons attempting to act out this story in whole or in part.*** Jennifer was just getting home from work and was frustrated from a long week...
Hi, Lisa again. I haven't written anything in some time. Not that I haven't had much happening. I just had to work through some events in order to know how they would turn out before I write about them. As I stated in my last story the men I play with had offered to pay for a transformation procedure and drug expense to become a "woman". In my occupation I...
"Don't take all day honey. Alisha and Keron want to see them." As soon as they had boarded the charter cat in Prickly Bay, they'd dropped the mooring and set sail. Captain Keron was at the helm. His mate, Alisha, was mixing a big pitcher of rum punch in the galley. James and Helen went to their separate cabins to change out of the clothes they worn on the f...
You, my cowering sub and unsuspecting patient. Me, your beautiful Domme and Naughty Nurse. Clad in a white, latex Nurse's outfit, with a bright red cross spread luridly across my ample chest I almost wish you weren't blindfolded. Almost. You, shivering, naked, blindfolded and facedown on an exam table. I never speak as I strap your hands and legs to the t...
A valet -- a young man in his early twenties, at best -- assisted Tracy to her room. Lifting her bags from the valet cart, he let her know to call the valet's desk if she needed further assistance. Thanking him, she slipped a ten-dollar bill into his hand before closing the door behind him. She was sure to drag her manicured nails along the soft, warm flesh...
IDEAL is an out and proud kind of place, so their paper bags bear their black and red logo. Jenni's swings as she walks down the street, happy with her useful new toy and to be with her men. Her other hand holds her Daddy's and Freddy walks behind them, but only for the sake of the sidewalk traffic. All three are very much together, the warm lust flowing bet...
"TZZSSSSSHhhhhHhhtt-rotocol 9, initiating at 1500 hours. Subject C-V-19, batch 2." Sterile white light momentarily blinded Clara, making her blink beadily. She had been at the facility for almost 7 months now, long enough to have become familiar with its procedures from the other men, women, and even children kept trapped here. It was all so complicated, s...