New story available: Caught Up in Costumes!

Several strangers find themselves stuck cleaning up an old abandoned community center, which is packed to the brim with old clothing and costumes. Slowly, as they fold and sort, each girl finds themselves drawn to one of the outfits. As they slip on each new garment, they find themselves changing bit by bit to suit what the clothes represent. From prostitute to submissive pet, to playfully naive young girl, the volunteers find themselves experiencing life and each other in increasingly more intimate and chaotic ways...

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For a moment, she considered another cigarette, but decided against it. As shitty as the job was, she didn’t want to lose it if some dumbass teen got tetanus or something. Sighing, she straightened herself out and gathered her things; trying to mentally prepare herself for the bullshit to come. She paused, however, when she caught sight of someone walking towards her. No… strutting towards her.

The girl was dressed in a tight, black miniskirt that clung to her slender hips, and she clacked along on heels that seemed about a size too big. Equally ill-fitting was the top the girl wore, which kept slipping almost scandalously low on her meager chest. Yet, despite the poor sizing, the young woman owned every part of the outfit, and the smile on her face was both confident and sexy. Between the oddity of the girl’s garb, and the sudden change in personality, it took Tara quite a bit before she recognized her.

“Lucy? Lucy, is that you?” she asked, just to make sure.

The other girl just smiled that sexy smile and sauntered closer, until Tara could smell the teen’s cheap perfume.

“So… You lookin’ for a date, honey?”

Tara just blinked a moment. “What the hell are you-“

“Mmm, can I have one of those? Thanks,” Lucy said, reaching down and plucking one of the cigarettes out of Tara’s pack.

With her confusion giving way to annoyance, Tara reached out and snatched the cigarette out of the girl’s hand before tossing it aside.

“Hey, hey! No rough stuff, okay? I mean, unless you’re willin’ to pay extra,” Lucy said, playfully.

“Alright, enough bullshit. Where’s the camera, huh?” As she spoke, Tara began looking around angrily. Jokes, and even traps weren’t uncommon considering who she often had to work with, though she hadn’t expected trouble from Lucy. The poor girl had seemed unable to speak her own name without stuttering in anxiety, before. Now, she looked like a huntress on the prowl, with just one kind of prey in mind.

“No camera, honey… Well, a couple of pics ain’t too bad if you want a souvenir, I guess. That is, if you’re lookin’ for some fun tonight.”

“There’s no way I’m falling for this. Come on, we’re going right to the main office and calling-“

“Baby, do these look like a joke to you?”

Tara stopped in her tracks, staring down at Lucy with shock-widened eyes. The young girl had flipped down her tube top, showing off her small, perky breasts with a devilish grin.

“Wh-what the f-“ Tara began.

“Oh, I know. Trust me, they’re real.” As she spoke, Lucy held up her breasts in pride… as much as she could considering their size. “And you can do whatever you like to ‘em, if you’ve got the cash.”

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A while back, I had a post up about possibly pursuing the idea of making a game based off of some of the themes I write. I want to say right now it's definitely a possibility, but if I'm going to do it, I want to do it right.

First off, I've put up a couple of polls on the side, so all of my readers can chime in over just what they'd want out of the game. My personal preference is more over less, so don't worry too much if your poll choice is lagging behind the others - I plan on making sure as many of my readers are happy as possible. Still, any feedback here will help me to get things as close to 'just right' as

Second, my programming skills are... lacking, to put it nicely. As such, if any of you possess the skills necessary for the creation of a game like those described in the polls, drop me a line at traveling.none@gmail.com. If you have a portfolio, or samples to check out, let me know. That said, AAA game development this is not, and I'm more than happy with a hobbyist as long as we can make something good.

Lastly, I want to let everyone know that, even if the game really takes off, and I go nuts producing content for it, I'm going to keep on producing the stories you love. Frankly, at this point its a habit I don't think I could kick. Thank you all for helping me get this far. I won't let you down!

Cheers,
Eric Stray
 
 
New story available: Binding the Beast!

Seeking new additions to their peculiar workplace, Mirri the succubus and her friend Rachel go on a recruitment mission. Making their way deep into an arcane-created forest, the girls seek to cure, and retrieve a woman cursed by the infamous Queen of Flux: a godlike sorceress long thought to have been sealed away. Danger lurks all around them in the form of the beast they hunt, the past they're about to uncover, and their own insatiable hungers. Only time will tell if they'll make it out of the forest alive, unchanged, and unbound.

This is the second story in the supernatural erotica series: Nightlife!

"From sultry succubi to wild, savage beasts, the world has no lack of excitement or danger. Of course, even predators have a need for pleasure... something the inhabitants of Eldhaven know all to well. With the most exotic brothels around, these perverse mages are out to tame, and tease, everything they can get their hands on..."

(Features Bimbofication, Mind Control, Transformation and Petplay elements. Monster girls like Succubi, Catgirls and the like being domesticated and trained with their own pleasure. Enjoy!)

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She leaned back against the smooth cave wall, spreading her thighs wide. Her clothes, illusion that they were, melted away with a thought, leaving nothing in the way of her sating her hunger… well, almost nothing.

Blushing, Mirri began to reshape her body; lapsing into what had become her new default lately. The sleek muscles she had spent so much time manifesting melted away in a heartbeat, replaced by soft, plush and pleasurable curves. Her jet black hair became streaked with golden blonde; changing completely by the time it spilled down her back.

Little moans accompanied each new change, along with a shift in her overall personality. Mirri was a perky, sometimes sarcastic young succubus, but the woman she was turning into was something else entirely. Bambi, as she called herself, was a dumb, ditzy bimbo with an overactive sex-drive… and Mirri loved being her, almost to the point of addiction.

Suckling on her snack, Mirri finished the transition. Her lips swelled around the toy, filling with intense sensitivity. Drool spilled around the thick, fake cock as she lost herself to her persona, and the steady stroke of something hard in her mouth drove her to the brink of orgasm. Still, she held off… Not out of any lingering self-control, but because she simply wasn’t done yet.

Her small, firm breasts began to swell. From the way her puffy, pink nipples stiffened and stuck out, it looked almost as though someone were pulling on them; stretching them with every tug. The change picked up momentum, causing her tits to jiggle and sway as they filled in larger and larger. Soon, the two fat globes were pressed up against the top of her thighs, and she shuddered at the pleasure of that simple contact.

Bambi loved her great, big titties, and if she weren’t so occupied with sucking the toy in her mouth, she wouldn’t be able to resist touching them. As it was, each shiver and shake of her curvy body reminded her of their presence, which only made her oral enjoyment all the more intense.

Fully changed, Bambi had no reason, or capability to resist the climax building inside of her. Bucking her hips, she thrust the toy in and out of her mouth with mindless abandon, her brilliant blue eyes fluttering with unrestrained lust. Tensing from the almost agonizing pleasure, Bambi teetered on the edge. Then, right when she thought the moment would last forever, she felt a soft, feminine hand slide across one of her massive breasts, and she simply lost it.

Long, loud moans threatened to spill out of her as she came, but they were thankfully muffled by the toy she couldn’t seem to stop sucking. Still, it was hard to be quiet between the feeling of her plump, bimbo lips wrapped around a cock, and the sudden addition of a playmate enjoying her oversized tits.

She felt a warm mouth close around one of her nipples, quickly followed by a soft, but firm tongue swirling around the stiff nub. Normally that kind of attention would drive her crazy, but having just orgasmed, the stimulation was almost too much. She squirmed and rocked in place, wordlessly begging for both mercy, and more.

When two slender fingers began skillfully stroking her hypersensitive clit, she lost it. Hit with the second orgasm, Bambi was simply too far gone to even think. All she could do was quiver and shiver as her body was played with, leaving her as nothing more than a dripping, drooling mess.

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New story available: Submission Hold!

Two girls tumble into a world of underground competition, the League, where abilities both physical and mental are put to the test. Claire is the coach, a very experienced young woman with an unknown connection to the League. Riley is her pupil, an untamed talent with a rebellious streak and a powerful mind. The march to the top changes both of them. While Claire becomes more strict, Riley finds herself slowly easing into a more submissive role; eager to please the woman who had brought her so far. The only question is, how far are they both able, and willing to go...

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Now it was Riley’s turn to gloat. She circled her fallen foe, randomly running her fingers across the shining suit and laughing as Lady Latex struggled to hold onto herself. She only stopped when her boot was firmly planted right below the drool-dripping mouth of her opponent, and she wiggled it back and forth.

“Kiss it. Kiss it, and maybe you leave this place with a bit of dignity intact.”

Lady Latex held there, panting in place with her hands bunched into tight fists. It was clear she was trying to marshal her defenses, but now that Riley had slithered inside, it was like trying to build a wall out of water. Every time she got even close to forming a mental shield, Riley simply plucked it away from her, leaving her raw once more.

The crowd was growing restless, but Riley was getting more so. She could see why her foe had become so excited, as the sight of Lady Latex writhing beneath her was leaving her more than a little aroused herself.

“Last chance…” she taunted, nudging the woman with the tip of her boot.

“Go f-fuck yourself…” Lady Latex stammered out.

“You first,” Riley said with a smirk.

All at once Lady Latex felt every bit of self-control she had left become stripped away in an instant. The suit, which had been so pleasurable to her at first, was now a terrible obstacle, and she knew she had to get it off right away. Hands shaking, she scrambled to unzip the thing, but no matter how fervently she grabbed for it, she simply couldn’t find the seam. Confused, horny and desperate, she leapt forward and began shamelessly kissing Riley’s boot.

“P-please, you have to help me out of this thing! My p-pussy is… Oh, fuck!”

She couldn’t help herself. Reaching back, she began stroking her crotch through her suit, filling the arena with loud squeaks. Chest down and ass up, she continued slobbering over her opponent’s shoe, hoping for a bit of mercy, and assistance in quenching the heat inside her.

The audience was a mix of appreciative cheering at the display, and raucous laughter over the humiliating sounds. Riley, however, had just one reaction, and she expressed it by pulling aside the material of her black leotard before tapping her opponent on the head.

“You had your chance. Now here’s your new offer… You get me off, right here in front of everyone, and I’ll help you strip down so you can stroke yourself stupid on the mat. How’s that sou-“

Riley hadn’t even finished speaking before Lady Latex lunged forward and began to pleasure her. Even though she’d been served by countless bested women in the past, this was on a whole new level. Here was an opponent who would’ve happily changed her into little more than a weak, mewling pet... who was now eagerly licking her for the chance to be further humiliated.

The power, more than the actual sensation, was intoxicating. She hardly noticed the crowd, or the event itself… it was just her, and the pathetic pet kneeling beneath her. Already she’d stripped the woman of every scrap of resistance, leaving her vulnerable to any passing whim Riley might have. More than that, she made sure Lady Latex loved every second of her submission, to the point where she was beginning to crave it more than her suit.

Lady Latex came when Riley did, so complete was their bond and taming. Of course, to Riley that was merely the beginning. Roughly she stripped the other woman down, ignoring the pathetic begging to be touched that followed. She had something else in mind.

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