"I remember you. You're the girlfriend," Jon slurred drunkenly from the couch when Samantha appeared silently in the doorway of the living room and removed her sunglasses. Sam just nodded. They were in his shitty rundown apartment in a particularly seedy downtown neighborhood. He didn't wonder how or why she'd gotten there or why she was wearing a platinum b...
This is a branching series with a focus on transformations or size changes in stories. Predominantly growing and expanding in some way, but also including shrinking, size draining, size transfer, and any other size play related fun. Size changes can happen any number of ways depending on the path you choose and who is growing and changing. Random growth spur...
You are a high end programming lead at a massive technology company that provides entertainment media to the buying public. You are tasked with cleaning up the programming code on a new headset remote control. State of the art tech has gone into this thing, allowing voice control, and it can detect eye movements and some mental suggestion. It isn’t in your m...
Leaving the hospital with Trey, Megan ran the instructions from her employer over in her mind. “I need to stop at the trailer and grab some clothes for tomorrow.” Trey stated. “Ok.” Megan responded, tossing him her car keys. “You feel like driving?” “Sure.” Trey replied, catching the keys against his chest. “Sure, you trust me?” “No, but I’m tired so I’l...
LXXVISick and SoreEugenie2102 For all her life until now and especially after having travelled south to London, Eugenie had lived in fear and dread of gangs and most especially gang members. Wasn't gang culture just one of the many reasons why everything was shit these days? Rape, violence, theft and murder: no one could pretend there was anything virtuous...
Chapter Seven Ecstasy - 3735 C.E. There wasn't much that Beatrice ever actually needed. She didn't need to eat. She didn't need to sleep. She didn't really need anything apart from a regular and constant supply of sexual partners and there was no likelihood that she'd ever run short of that. But she did need a cover. Humans weren't supposed to be able to su...
Mary was anxious as she entered the big Southwind department store in suburban Seattle. She stopped and looked around as she reviewed what she had planned. She had never done anything like it before, but she needed the money. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, then approached the counter that displayed expensive watches. The salesclerk asked, "May I...
Welcome to this new series of Stories, Which revolve around Murphy And his rules. Where what can go wrong, Will go wrong, At the worst possible time. And under the most worst-case scenario. Murphy at his best! Of course some have stated That Murphy was an Optimist! * This Story is Based Upon Twilight Zone Created by Rod Serling and In Conjunction Wit...
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains, I saw Captain Farrell. He was smoking his pipe, his purse full of coins hanging off his belt. My eyes glittering, I went up to him, and said, "Good morning, Captain, fancy meeting you here." "Molly," he said, looking me square in the bosom, "I didn't expect to see you here, and so early. What brings you out...
Author's Note: In the previous chapter, there were a lot of complaints that I had deliberately misspelled certain words in order to convey the idea of the protagonist's Dutch accent. For that reason, I decided that, since the representation of the accent was no longer integral to the story (as the reader now gets a clear picture), I will dispense with the m...