New story available: Best or Bust!

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"How far would you go for a million bucks? Three friends are about to find out when they sign up to be on the show 'Best or Bust!' Featuring challenges and changes that are simply too extreme to be real, the girls figure they'll get a nice payday for a little play-acting. Instead, they find themselves eagerly competing, quickly forgetting about the money as the game itself takes up all of their dwindling attention. While time ticks away, each girl slowly loses herself to the pleasure of the show, gaining inches of bust line and new hungers in return..."

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The attendant led her to a bright pink door; opening it up and ushering her inside. Jaylene complied, stepping into what looked like another waiting room. Lined with comfy looking couches, and furnished with a single table in the center, the room seemed remarkably welcoming to the dazed woman.

She settled in on one of the couches, only to find that it was vibrating with the same slow hum as her chair before. Normally, such a thing would just feel nice, like a mini-massage. Now though, with how worked up she was still, it was like purely passive masturbation. Well, almost passive… within moments she found herself grinding her ass against the cushion, trying to get the throbbing to go deeper and deeper.

Too caught up in pleasuring herself, Jaylene didn’t even notice the pale, pink gas filling up the room; not even when the heavy scent of candy began mingling with the constant aroma of her own arousal. Quite the opposite, in fact. As the sweet smell sunk into her senses, and her mind, she began to focus even more on her self exploration.

Uncontrollably rocking her hips, the horny woman groped at herself shamelessly, and once her hands met her chest, she nearly lost it right then and there. Pressed against the skin-tight jumpsuit, her tits felt so much bigger than before. Full and fat, they jutted out from her chest more and more as she fondled them.

Jaylene looked down at her breasts with a dopey smile on her face. Her boobies had never looked so sexy before! She just wished she didn’t have to cover them up with her stupid jumpsuit…

It took her several moments to realize she could just take off the suit, and it took even longer for her to figure out how the zipper worked. She fumbled with it for a while, her too-long nails making it difficult to do anything so precise. All the while her tits swelled on her chest, stretching the suit and causing it to ride up against her tingling sex.

She giggled at the sudden stimulation, which had caused her to completely forget her task of undressing. Instead, she began to bounce on the springy couch, using the wobbling of her massive tits to keep her suit rubbing her clit. Eventually though, the size of her growing breasts became too much for even the elastic suit to contain. With a loud snap, the zipper gave way, and her heavy globes bounced forth, her nipples standing out and stiff in the warm air.

The hard part done, the bimbo found it fairly easy to strip the rest of the way. She did run into some trouble peeling the damp suit off of her widened hips. On top of that, the moment her ass was exposed, she couldn’t seem to keep from touching it, enjoying the plush roundness of her altered body.

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New story available: House Rules!

The black stone resurfaces once more to sow chaos... It begins with a simple transaction in an antique store, and a girl willing to do anything to get her hands on the dark gem. Bringing it home only gives it access to new users and new wishes, each with their own special twist. One girl discovers a new need for submission in her life, leading to her eagerly making amends to all those she scorned. The other finds herself teasing her friend's father, after a wish leaves her mostly bare and very frisky. That and more, as the stone grows in power and corruption, granting people their wildest fantasies one story at a time...

This is the third story in the Tainted Wishes series!

"Genies, Leprechauns, even the fabled monkey's paw... there's been no lack of legends about twisted wishes in human history. None, however, seem to mention a peculiar black stone; one that grants wishes in the hottest ways imaginable. When simple words have worldbending consequences, and anyone could be the stone's potential owner, your dirtiest wishes are bound to come true..."

(Transformation, Bimbos, Submission, Age Regression... This series features many mixed themes. Enjoy!)

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Ariel slumped her shoulders, defeated. She reached across the counter slowly, barely willing to give back the stone. Before she could pass it off, she muttered, “I just wish there was some way I could convince you to let me have it…”

It was mostly just an expression of her defeat, but as soon as the words came out of her mouth, she began to realize there were probably a few different things she could do…

‘No way, I’m not that kind of girl… am I? I mean, he is really cute, and…’ Ariel shook her head, as if to clear away the very naughty line of thinking that had popped up. No matter what she did, she couldn’t seem to get the image out of her head… nor could she keep herself from gradually beginning to like it.

“Hey so…” Ariel began, setting the stone down on the countertop, well within arm’s reach. “I know you can’t sell me the stone… but maybe we can work out a trade?”

The young man hadn’t looked up yet, so he hadn’t noticed the sudden change in the shy girl’s demeanor. “Trust me, I want to, but without knowing the value of… oh. Oh.”

The girl had slipped down one of the straps on her tank top, taking her bra with it. Already she had one pert breast out and was gently caressing it while she smiled at him suggestively. In moments she had the other side down, and was standing in front of him essentially topless, and seemingly unshaken by the public nature of the place.

“Maybe you can appraise these? I’m sure you’ll get your money’s worth…” Ariel said, gently squeezing her tits. Even as she did it, she found herself just as surprised as the shopkeeper. Normally she’d be too shy to even talk to a guy, let alone expose herself to one. That said, she didn’t feel the slightest hint of trepidation over her actions. If anything, she felt exhilarated and free, finally able to express herself… if a little more lewdly than she’d ever intended.

“I, uh… oh, wow…. Um,” the man stammered. While his mind and mouth went haywire, his erection spoke volumes.

“I know… it’s not really a fair trade,” Ariel said, turning around and bending over an old antique steamer chest. Wiggling her hips, she eased herself out of her comfy jeans. They crumpled to the floor, swiftly followed by her damp panties. “I mean, I’m willing to give up everything here, and you’ve done nothing to… sweeten the pot.”

She spoke the last three words slowly, while gently spreading the lips of her sex. It was over the top, and almost too campy for the random porn videos she’d sometimes watch, but it did the trick. In moments she heard the front door being locked and the shades being pulled, and right after that she felt the warmth of a man’s body against her own.

“You’re sure about this? I m-mean, we just met and-!”

Ariel thrust back against him, cutting his words off with a gentle gyration of her tight ass. All pretense of hesitation thrown out the window, the man shucked off his slacks and tossed them aside, knocking over a noisy assortment of random junk in the process. He didn’t care. By the time the stuff hit the ground, he was buried to the hilt in the tightest pussy he’d ever felt.

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New story available: Spilling Out!

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Andrea, an overworked lab assistant, is tasked with appraising some equipment at a defunct cosmetics facility. Letting her curiosity get the better of her, she opens up the malfunctioning seal on a very strange briefcase, only to be splashed by an unknown pink liquid. Rushing home to clean up, the young student finds herself feeling a little strange... and she's not the only one. Every girl she meets suddenly wants to get closer, and she rapidly finds herself sharing the sentiment. While she fights to keep from giving in, her body betrays her: every moment of arousal causes her bust to swell, tingling enticingly at all the feminine attention...

This is the first story in the Bra-Bursting Outbreak breast expansion series!

"A chance encounter releases a strange new contagion into the world. Women everywhere are succumbing; losing themselves to their rising libido and massively expanding bust-lines. Each concession to their new needs only leads them further into its sway, leaving a wake of busty, wet women behind them..."

(Features heavy breast expansion elements, straight to lesbian conversions and uncontrollable lust and lactation. Enjoy!)

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When she saw Andrea, the young girl let her phone drop. It cracked when it hit the floor, and chunks of plastic went flying, but she beyond caring. She was staring right at Andrea’s fat, full tits, as if they were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

For her part, Andrea felt the same way about the quivering teen in front of her. Slender and soft, Tanya’s bare body was like nothing she’d ever seen, and certainly not something she’d ever lusted over. And yet, now that she had an eyeful and easy access, she wanted nothing more in the entire world.

“I-I… I didn’t think I liked girls,” Tanya mumbled, clumsily stepping closer to Andrea, “b-but when I look at you, sm… smell you, all I can think about is licking every part of-!”

Andrea just couldn’t help it anymore. In one swift motion she moved forward, grabbed a handful of Tanya’s silky, blonde hair, and brought the girl in for a long, deep kiss. While their lips, and tongues met and danced, Andrea let her hands wander, loving every inch of the teen’s smooth skin under her hands.

When she reached the other girl’s tight little ass, she squeezed firmly, enjoying the plush yield of her taut young backside. As she groped, Tanya began to squirm against her, their bodies pressed together with only the sodden remains of Andrea’s clothing between them; and even that was a flimsy, tentative thing.

Already Andrea’s breasts were stretching the limits of her blouse, and whether by pressure or by friction, she’d already lost several buttons to the bathroom floor. Streams of sweet cream spilled from her nipples, only increasing as Tanya’s own petite chest rubbed against her. The teen was practically coated with milk now, and when it dripped down over her tight cleft, she moaned.

Kissing wasn’t enough… Andrea needed more.

“Bend over the counter, and spread those legs for me like a good little girl…” The words just tumbled out of her without warning, as if bypassing her brain completely.

Tanya complied without hesitation, nodding obediently as she staggered over to the counter. She bent over sharply, pressing her small, milk-coated tits against the cold, wet surface. The pose, and her high heels ensured her ass was up and presented. Few thoughts swirled around the teen’s head right then, but she instinctually knew she wanted Andrea to have easy access… always.

Seeing the glistening, puffy lips of the girl’s sex so brazenly offered gave Andrea’s tits another surge of growth; bursting out of the final resistant buttons of her shirt. They filled before her eyes, and this time, she could watch it happen in the scuffed mirror. Inch by inch they expanded, while her nipples thickened and bulged with a need to be touched.  As tempting as it was to simply tug and stroke her long, milky teats, Tanya’s tight, young body was even more so.

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New story available: A Better Fit!

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Theresa and Mia are the very picture of wedded bliss, and with everything lining up in their favor, they both find themselves contemplating that next big step. The only problem is, neither woman seems able to agree on who should be the one to stay at home and take on a new, more motherly role. The athletic and assertive Mia thinks she should be the bread-winner, loving her job as a personal trainer far too much to give it up, while Theresa is much too invested in her chemistry career to take a break. Things come to a head in a heated argument, which spurs Theresa to action, sneaking a sample of a highly experimental fertility drug from her lab. Soon, Mia is realizing her body is meant for much more than simple exercise, as well as discovering a certain taste for being sweet and submissive. Craving control and so much more, the sporty girl falls into a pleasurable downward spiral into lust, need, and doe-eyed complacency... and she's never been happier.

This is the third story in the Breeding Bimbos series!

*Note, the second story in this series won't show up on searches due to an amazon ruling. Link is HERE if you're looking for more!*

"Sometimes a girl wants a little bit more out of life… Maybe it's a bigger bust, a curvier body, or maybe it's an unrelenting need to get knocked up in the dirtiest way possible. The Breeding Bimbos series is all about girls who, whether they realize it or not at the start, want all of those things, as much as they can."

(Heavy focus on fertility, breast expansion, intellect loss and bimbofication themes, with some age regression to teen.)

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“Honey, I’m having the weirdest fucking day ever. I, uh, I’ve been feeling strange and, I dunno, horny since this morning. I was so distracted I didn’t notice this gaping fucking hole in my pants, and while I was doing stretches, everyone got to see pretty much everything. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life… Please call me when you can, I really, really need you right now.”

Ending the call, Mia leaned back against the wall, feeling her rebellious pussy still throbbing at all the excitement. Her hand was halfway down her belly when her phone rang, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was Theresa’s number.

“Oh, baby, I’m so glad you-“ she began, only to be cut off by her wife’s reply.

“Show me.”

“What do you mean? Honey, I’ve had a really-“

“I said, show me. You know exactly what I mean.”

Mia was surprised at the oddly stern tone of Theresa’s voice. The normally timid woman seemed so forceful all of a sudden, and she didn’t know how to react. Her body knew, however, and she felt her knees go weak and her head begin to swim with the rush of arousal that went through her.

Still, Mia mustered her resolve. She was the assertive one, she was the one in charge, and there was no way she was going to let her sexy, confident wife push her around.

“Honey, I’m not going to-“

“Get down on your knees, spread your legs and show me, right now!”

Nearly dropping the phone, Mia fell to the floor as if her body had decided to obey before her mind could stop it. Fingers fumbling, she navigated to the phone’s camera with one hand, while her other worked to tear open her pants more for a better view. Then, blushing and almost painfully horny, with the slightest hint of tears in her eyes, Mia began to take picture after picture of her dripping wet pussy.

She sent them without a word, simply breathing heavily into the phone as she waited for Theresa’s reply.

“Good… Now touch yourself for me…”

Theresa sounded just as worked up as she was, which made it all the easier to reach down and do as she was told. Still, she couldn’t help pleading one last time.

“Babe, please…”

“Go hard and fast, I want to hear it.”

Both commands were simple enough to obey, Mia found. Kneeling there on the cold tile, feeling both defeated and demeaned, the athletic girl began to stroke herself. She started out quiet, rubbing herself slowly at first, but that didn’t last. Between the sound of Theresa’s anticipation, and the echoes of her commands, Mia simply couldn’t contain herself. Little gasps kept creeping out, followed soon by needy, feminine moans. Soon she was crying out far louder than she ever had, bucking her hips on the scuffed floor as the puddle beneath her spread.

“Tell me what you’re doing… Be dirty…”

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It's a back to school sale this weekend, for all my fans looking to catch up on one of my most enjoyed series! Both of the previous bundles in the series are reduced in price all weekend long!

First Class Bimbos Bundle #1

First Class Bimbos Bundle #2

Now on to the new release!
New story available: Taken Under Advisement!

Samantha Jennings, principal of Halford High, is losing her grip on her reality bending powers. Teachers and students alike are giving in to their baser urges, with their bodies following suit. In a rare moment of lucidity, the bimbo passes on a portion of her power to one of the few moral individuals left. Suddenly thrust into a position of power, Mr. Sawyer has to fight his own libido in order to keep from going down the same path as his predecessor. The only trouble is, each and every girl who comes to see him has a problem that only he, and his new abilities can solve. With each and every use making it that much easier to give in, and that much easier to enjoy, there's no way he can resist long...

This is the next story in the acclaimed Obedience School teen bimbofication series!

"Halford High is a school known for its high academic standards, its skilled sports teams, and bimbos. Read as cute teens become top-heavy, intellect-light playtoys with zero inhibitions…"

(Heavy breast expansion, intellect loss and bimbofication themes, with a dash of age regression when a new girl is needed.)

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“H-hold on, Samantha… something strange is going on,” he stammered, unbuttoning his slacks in spite of his concerns. “This school… there’s something funny about the school, and you…” Joe scratched his head in confusion, even as he stepped forward between the slut’s spread thighs.

Absentmindedly he ran his cock between the lips of Samantha’s slit, until his shaft was glistening with her juices. Then, pulling back slightly, he readjusted until the head of his erection was poised at the blonde’s puckered pink hole. She sucked him in easily, as if she kept herself constantly ready to be used there. Knowing her, she probably did.

“The girls… Samantha, the girls need a firmer hand… M-more guidance.” As he spoke, Joe grabbed ahold of the principal’s arms, pulling them firmly behind her to use as both a binding, and a handhold. She just moaned at the rough usage, tightening down on his cock as if milking him.

“I just think… I think if I had more power here in the school, I could some of the little sluts around… M-make them better. “

As he spoke, the room started to shimmer slightly, and he felt a strange sort of rush inside of him. His thrusts into the whorish principal became harder, more passionate. Samantha reciprocated, squirming and struggling in such a way that his cock only pushed deeper inside her. Then, he began to notice something odd… Samantha was changing.

Everything about her seemed to be slowly becoming more petite, from her wrists locked in his grip to the firm ass he’d buried his dick inside. Thrusting inside her hard, he barely registered her breasts decreasing until she began to lay more flat across the desk. Soon, her high-heeled feet were kicking the open air while he fucked her, before straightening out tightly while they both reeled in mutual climax.

For Joe, everything felt above and beyond anything he’d ever experienced. It was as if his entire body was being filled with white-hot light. Stars burst in his vision, and every inch of him was struck numb with overload. As the pressure built inside, he stumbled backward onto the floor, lost in a daze.

Samantha shivered at the pleasant contentment of having been fucked just right. This time, though, her arousal didn’t ratchet right back up, instead staying as a dull throb inside of her… tamed. She looked down at Joe with a hint of regret. She’d siphoned off so much of the chaotic power into him, he’d have an impossible time controlling it… Still, things would be different now.

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....and a new Obedience School bundle!

 
 
New story available: Just Playing Along!

A sleepover party becomes a little more wild when one girl shows her friends an interesting book she's found. Giggling over the book and its perverted pictures, the teens decide to play with fire and cast one of the spells they find within... a hypnotic sorcery that gives the other girls total control over another. Denise, leader of the group, volunteers to be the target. Far from altruistic, and definitely skeptical, the young woman plans on just playing along with what she thinks will be little more than a bad joke. In fact, she even plays along when the girls tell her to serve them, and strip for them, and more... Of course, there's no way the spell worked, and it's totally her own idea to flirt, and tease... and touch.

This is the third story in the all-girl Book of Bimbo series!

"As mysterious as it is powerful, the Book of Bimbo has passed through many hands over the years... and left none of them unchanged. Bending reality and expanding bust lines, this is one story you won't want to put down."

(Breast Expansion, Bimbo/Intellect Loss, Girls Only, Some Age Regression planned. Enjoy!)

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“Denise… You’ve secretly had a really, really big crush on both of us,” Joy said, taking a moment to giggle with Leslie before continuing. “You’re starting to have trouble hiding it, especially when you’ve had a few drinks. In fact, by the time you’ve finished your next, you won’t be able to keep from openly flirting with us, hitting on us, and constantly checking us out. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress,” was Denise’s response, but inside she was practically drooling at the opportunity. She did have a huge crush on both of them, and had for years. This was the perfect excuse to let loose and finally try to tempt one, or both of her friends into a little bit of girl-girl fun.

Joy turned to Leslie, “Anything you’d like to add? She’ll do anything at all…”

Leslie shrunk down shyly, bashful despite her obvious arousal. She even slowly rubbed at one of her stiff little nipples poking up from her shirt as she eyed Denise’s still form. Still, she seemed unwilling or unable to take the opportunity in front of her, which caused Joy to sigh.

“Alright then… Denise, you know that Leslie is way too shy to respond to typical flirting. Thankfully, you really enjoy being slutty, so it’s completely natural for you to come on to her in more and more dirty ways. Understand?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“See, Les? You can be honest about how you feel tonight. No judgment… especially after that kis-“

“Awaken, Denise!” Leslie shouted, interrupting Joy.

Perking up immediately, Denise sauntered over to her friends with bedroom eyes. “You know, if I’m going to be your waitress tonight, the least you guys can do is pay me a little. I might even be tempted to provide a few other services as well…”

Leslie took her drink with shaking hands, her eyes flicking up and down Denise’s body before taking a long swig. When Denise winked at her, she nearly choked, making Joy burst out laughing.

Joy took her drink as well, but quickly set it aside. Reaching over to her purse, she fished out a few dollars and waved them towards Denise. Chugging the last of her cocktail, the impromptu waitress giggled as Joy stuffed the bills down the waistband of her panties.

“You’re not getting anything else until I get a look at some of these ‘services’,” Joy said, teasingly.

Denise didn’t hesitate for a moment, reaching back deftly to undo the clasp on her bra with practiced ease. Before she let her breasts fall free, she reached up and held the cloth to her chest, swiveling her hips slowly until her back was turned and her ass was wagging in front of the other girls. Rhythmically she moved, swaying her body in time with an inaudible beat as she let the bra fall to the floor.

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New story available: Precinct Playtime!

Chaos spreads as the wish-granting stone falls into new hands, leaving an entire police precinct filled with nothing but barely contained bimbos. As their thoughtless words lead to world twisting wishes, the office becomes the site of some of the lewdest acts imaginable. Exhibition, submission and more become part of the daily routine as each woman makes her lustful wants known. Meanwhile, the stone grows in power, spreading in both reach and temptation...

This is the second story in the Tainted Wishes series!

"Genies, Leprechauns, even the fabled monkey's paw... there's been no lack of legends about twisted wishes in human history. None, however, seem to mention a peculiar black stone; one that grants wishes in the hottest ways imaginable. When simple words have worldbending consequences, and anyone could be the stone's potential owner, your dirtiest wishes are bound to come true..."

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Casey looked down at the items on her desk with no small amount of frustration. Not five minutes before, two of the officers she worked with had come mincing in looking sluttier than usual and grinning like idiots. They’d dumped their badges, guns and an odd black stone onto her desk before skipping out of the precinct leaving the scent of musk and cheap perfume in their wake.

She could understand the lust… every woman who worked at the precinct did, as if the place had seemingly attracted only the horniest and most busty girls around. It made for an incredibly pleasant work environment, if a distracting one. Not a day went by without some girl’s top popping open on ‘accident’ and there were more than a few dalliances happening in the showers before, during and after shifts.

Still, there was no excuse for dereliction of duty, Casey believed, and she had little and less respect for any girl who let her libido stand in the way of her work. As such, she simply went about her job with a thick, buzzing toy up inside her, and the only moments her attention lapsed were when she was shaking in uncontrollably potent orgasms.

Even then, the young receptionist held on to her will, clutching her desk as she rode out the pleasure a moment before going back to her paperwork. It wasn’t as though she didn’t enjoy herself. On the contrary, she reveled in her lust as much as the next girl. She just cared too much about her job to let it define her like some of the others.

“I wish I didn’t care so much…” she mumbled as she began to stow the ex-officer’s things in the appropriate bins. A shudder ran through her as soon as she spoke, however, and moments later she was clumsily shoving papers and other items off the desk and onto the growing mess on the floor.

Tipping back in her chair, she shoved both feet up onto the surface of her desk, spreading her thighs wide for easier access. It didn’t matter to her if someone caught sight of her dripping wet slit underneath her damp, sodden skirt, any more than she cared about closing up her ratty shirt over her fat tits.

There wasn’t much actually that got her attention aside from touching herself, and that was mostly out of habit than anything else. Day in and day out she sat there, lazily fucking herself while officer and civilian alike passed by her with a mix of disgust and arousal. Surrounding her were sloppy stacks of papers and files, none of which had been put away or processed.

It was just so hard to muster the interest necessary to do her job. In fact, some days she didn’t even bother going home. She’d just order food and fuck herself til it arrived, and most of the time she wouldn’t even stop when the delivery girl arrived. The last time it happened, the girl had spent a good twenty minutes groping one of Casey’s tits while she got herself off, wiping her wet fingers on the receptionist’s blouse before taking off. She knew the older woman didn’t care.

There were times though, when the higher ups would come by and berate her for her laziness. They never fired her, but they’d docked her pay severely. She didn’t mind too much, but there were moments when it annoyed her. It wasn’t as if she cared about the job or anything, but the interruptions were often long and loud. Just thinking about it was making her more agitated than she liked being.

“I just wish someone else did this job, so I could just play with myself all the time,” Casey muttered, her pussy squirting onto the already stained chair. Next to her leg, the black stone on the desk began to pulse…

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First off, apologies for the late update! I had a surprise house guest take over my office for the weekend. I also wanted to say thank you to each and every one of my readers. Whether you've read one story or all of them, you've helped me keep on writing. I know it's odd coming from your favorite pornsmith, but there it is. You guys are awesome. Anyway, enough talk... have at you!
New story available: Her New Obsessions!

Ashley, obsessed with deciphering ancient texts, is presented with the find of a lifetime: a book written in a language even she doesn't recognize. After receiving the tome, she finds she at least recognizes the blatant sexuality displayed in the illustrations... In fact, looking at the busty bimbos in the book starts to awaken a new hunger inside her, and a new need to be looked at, touched and teased by another woman. After reading from the tome, she finds herself becoming better and better equipped for her growing obsession, bursting out of her shirts and drawing every eye; including her own.

This is the third story in the all-girl Book of Bimbo series!

"As mysterious as it is powerful, the Book of Bimbo has passed through many hands over the years... and left none of them unchanged. Bending reality and expanding bust lines, this is one story you won't want to put down."

(Breast Expansion, Bimbo/Intellect Loss, Girls Only, Some Age Regression planned. Enjoy!)

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Obsessed with her studies, Ashley found she had little interest in sex with any gender. She hadn’t even touched herself in any sort of a sexual way; she simply had never felt the need. Now though, looking at the image in the book, she found herself feeling something strange and new.

Turning the page, she found another picture of the same woman, still holding her own breasts, only now they were much larger. Bulging in her hands, they seemed almost too heavy to hold, with fat, thick nipples peeking out between slender fingers. Now the glistening juices on the woman’s thighs weren’t the only signs of wetness; several drops of drool had spilled out of the lady’s seemingly plumper lips, splashing against her cleavage.

Ashley shivered, her thighs locked tightly against each other while her little clit throbbed with need. There was just something about the woman’s breasts… something the young girl couldn’t seem to push from her mind. They were just so perfect… so big and round, fat and heavy… she could practically imagine them hanging off her own chest, jiggling for everyone to see as she bent over and…

She’d never felt so good, rocking in her chair the moment her hands found her own nipples. Rubbing and pulling at them, Ashley’s gaze was nonetheless locked on the tome. The words and pictures both began to swim before her eyes,  bombarding her mind with increasing levels of lewd imagery.

The woman in the pictures became more and more eager to show off her tits, masturbating while staring at her own enormous mounds. Others started appearing in the images, all staring at the transforming girl. All of them began treating her like she was nothing more than a sex object; just a pair of tits to touch and play with attached to a dumb and dripping girl.

The pages flew by, even though Ashley had ceased to bother turning them. Her hands were firmly planted on her meager chest, groping at her puffy mounds with desperate need while she rolled her hips in her chair. Between ragged, panting breaths, the girl had begun to speak the words she was reading; giving voice to sounds and thoughts she never knew existed. Even as the tome began to glow with unearthly light she continued, pawing at her breasts as the book echoed her words with sweet, seductive whispers.

The light grew more intense, washing over the young girl’s body and filling her with heat. The pulsing luminescence seemed almost tangible, reaching out to touch Ashley in ways she’d never realized she wanted until now. As the glow reached her breasts, the girl tore off her shirt quickly, her glasses flying off her face as she rushed to strip down.

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New MASSIVE bundle available: The Big Bimbo Sampler!

Have trouble deciding your favorite Eric Stray bimbo series? New fan looking for the right story to scratch that particular itch? Look no further! Featuring the first story from THIRTEEN different Eric Stray series, you're practically guaranteed to find something to suit your tastes. Enjoy!
 
 
New story available: The Huntress Humbled!

Paragon of virtue and defender of the innocent, the Black Huntress goes where other heroes fear to tread! When a new and potent villain emerges, who's ability spreads giggling, busty lust wherever she goes, the usual defenders of Kent City run scared. Diving right into danger, the Huntress finds herself hunted when she brings back a suspicious figure, who's curvy body and air-headed act titillate her in ways she's never known. Soon, she finds herself sporting a new outlook, and a new pair of accessories that she can't seem to leave alone. It's a race against the clock as she hunts for a solution... or someone who can treat her like the hot little bimbo she is.

This is the third story in the Kink City Bimbos series!

“After the Shift, no place was the same. Some places turned to chaos, others into bastions. Kink City is a little of both: a hotbed of perversion and superpowered conflict who’s boundaries blur at a moment’s notice. Whether hero or villain, on your knees or on top, there’s always a place for deviance in Kink City.”

(Lots of transformations here, all with a very Superhero/Comic Book feel. Bimbos, breast expansion, petplay and animal tf, even some genderswap eventually. This series has few limits. You’ve been warned…)

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Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, using grappling arrows when necessary, the Black Huntress stalked through the night. Already she could feel herself becoming intoxicated by the mix of emotions she could smell; the mix of lust, fear and anxiety lending an exciting undercurrent of risk to her patrol. As it was, she had to stop every few houses or so bask in it all, and gently stroke herself through her outfit.

The oil and the filters certainly helped to dampen Tracie’s abilities, but they certainly didn’t stop them altogether. Add in the adrenaline of her hunt, and the slick, slippery feeling underneath her leather, and the girl was almost always half-wild with arousal by the time she took down her quarry. This night was no different, and the quick and dirty masturbation sessions were almost routine by now.

Thankfully, she was still able to keep her senses well-honed even during the most intense bouts of relief, and she spotted the girl well before she caught scent of her. Heart racing, Tracie pulled her hand away from her throbbing sex as she watched the woman staggering down the street. Teetering on her high heels, and sporting a massive, jiggling chest, the giggling lady was just the clue she’d been looking for.

The Black Huntress rappelled down the wall towards the street, approaching her target with slow, stealthy movements. She needn’t have bothered, as the woman seemed infinitely more concerned with groping at her own tits than she was even the road in front of her, and Tracie could clearly see the trickle of juices sliding down her thighs. Besides that, none of her danger sense seemed to be triggering. In fact, the woman seemed almost… welcoming.

The overwhelming scent of perfume and lust was distracting to say the least. Tracie swayed in place, her nipples stiffening  against her suit as she began to imagine how easy it would be to crawl over to the woman, giving everything up for a taste of perfection. It was as though her filters did nothing, and none of her discipline or training could keep her hand from slipping back down to her throbbing sex.

Still, while part of her gave into her increasingly insistent desires, she maintained enough of herself to reach for her utility belt as well. Her hand found the tiny capsule right as her fingers found her clit, and she threw it right before her knees gave out. Moaning like a whore, begging to be fucked and slowly crawling towards the busty woman with nothing but sex on her mind, she found herself completely confused by the little puff of smoke that came billowing out from the capsule.

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New story available: New Lease on Lust!

Erotic chaos engulfs an apartment complex when an ancient artifact is introduced... One that can grant one's hottest wishes. Thriving on twisting words, bodies and minds, the stone is passed from owner to owner, leaving none untouched. Two friends discover a very different sort of relationship when one girl finds herself eager to please, and to serve. Her friend is more than happy to watch as she bends over backwards to keep their home clean. A man laments having to deal with his girlfriend's daughter, right up until she starts to show off for him more and more. Lastly, a young thief gets more than she bargains for when she wishes her cute, but prudish roommate was less of a good girl. All this, in the first book of a new Eric Stray series: Tainted Wishes! Enjoy!

This is the first in the new Tainted Wishes series!

"Genies, Leprechauns and even the monkey's paw... There's always been stories of wishes gone awry. Still, no document exists to tell of a strange black stone, which grants wishes in the dirtiest way possible. Gifted with a perverted will of its own, the artifact goes from owner to owner, leaving them panting, pawing and groping for more."

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Jenna was awake when Naomi made her way to the living room. Nude from the waist down, her spread legs were resting on the table. One foot balanced on top of the odd, black paperweight there, she smiled sleepily as she gently stroked her sex. Her fingers began to move quicker as Naomi started cleaning up.

As with every day, Naomi knew at least part of the mess was on purpose. Rather than try and hide it, Jenna was often eagerly blunt about it. Today was no different.

“Ohhh… go get that… get that paper there. Yeah…” Jenna said, panting with lust as she watched her young maid bend down. “Now wiggle your ass a bit, that’s a good girl.”

Naomi did as she was told, taking her time to pick up the trash like her employer liked. She could practically feel Jenna watching her, just as she could plainly hear the wet sounds of the woman’s sex as she played.

“Ok, now… get on your hands and knees. There’s something below the TV stand I need you to reach for, real slowly. Oh fuck, yes! I wish you enjoyed this as much as I do, cause I could do this for hours…”

Again, the stone glinted with light, but neither girl noticed. For her part, Naomi was too busy kneeling on the floor, ass up and out as she strained to reach a tiny, bunched up ball of paper that Jenna had obviously put there on purpose. She took her time with it, knowing her employer just loved to watch her body at work.

The young girl tingled at the attention, making sure every inch of her backside was well-presented as she leaned in. Jenna’s gaze was intoxicating to her, making her pussy twitch with need, though she kept her hands on the job. With Jenna watching her, cleaning up was almost more sexually gratifying than masturbation anyway.

Lounging back, Jenna’s foot bumped against the stone, and she looked at it in annoyance. “Naomi… Be a good little servant and get rid of this thing, will you? It’s an eyesore.”

Naomi crawled over slowly, every movement meant to show just how eager she was to serve. Still, in her plain, boring dress, there was no way for her employer to know just how hot the situation made her, and she found herself imagining something much, much sluttier.

I wish I could show off more, that she could always see just how horny I get when I serve…’ the thought was strong in Naomi’s mind as she reached out and grabbed the stone, and the strange vibration that came from it seemed to travel from her hand, straight to her pussy. Still, despite the thrumming of  her body, she did as she was told, and carried the stone from the apartment.

Though she didn’t notice, every step she took made her meager chest jiggle just a little more. By the time she reached the dumpsters, her tits were tight inside the thick fabric. Still, despite the heavy woolen cloth, her breasts were plainly outlined, and her stiff, thick nipples made it clear just how aroused she was by her work.

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New story available: Turning Her Teacher!

Josie is a high school lesbian with a serious crush on her young, hot teacher. Day by day she stares, her body wracked with unfulfilled lust as the object of her desire struts obliviously in front of her. After a humiliating refusal, the girl reaches out to anything that can help her obtain what she craves. Her prayers are answered in the form of a mysterious book, filled cover to cover with explicit images that leave her panting... and hopeful. Soon her crush is caring more for showing off her assets than her lesson plan, giving in to new hungers and deviant needs made more extreme by her changing body...

This is the second story in the girls only Book of Bimbo series!

"As mysterious as it is powerful, the Book of Bimbo has passed through many hands over the years... and left none of them unchanged. Bending reality and expanding bust lines, this is one story you won't want to put down."

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Slightly confused, and definitely unable to keep up her resolution to stop lusting over her teacher, Josie peered over the top of her book and gasped at what she saw… Ms. Wendell was dressed to please. She’d always worn cute, well-put-together outfits, often paired with color coordinated, but practical shoes, and there was no doubting she knew what looked good on her.

This… was something else altogether. Gone were the practical shoes, replaced by shining, black heels. Trailing up her long, shapely legs were soft, dark stockings. They in turn led to a skirt that, while certainly an appropriate style and length, was definitely a size or two too small. The sheer, black cloth hugged tightly to the woman’s perfect curves, lending clear definition to Ms. Wendell’s backside as she took her time bending down and putting her handbag under her desk.

She smiled brightly as she stood up, her red-lipsticked lips catching Josie’s eyes. The teacher seemed to blush briefly at the attention, the ruddy flush seeming to spread all the way down across her uncharacteristically apparent cleavage. The blouse she was wearing was like her skirt: technically appropriate, but only just so; enabling Josie to clearly see the tops of the woman’s breasts, as well as glimpses of her bare belly whenever she stretched.

And stretch she did. Typically, Ms. Wendell would lecture from her desk, going to the whiteboard only to illustrate the rare point she couldn’t get across verbally. Now though, the provocatively dressed woman seemed to have a hard time staying in her seat, darting around and underlying every sentence with a picture or diagram.

The end result was a constant and obvious view of the young teacher’s pert backside, the imprint of her lacey, French-cut panties almost embarrassingly apparent. Josie felt her heart thudding in her chest as she watched the woman bend and contort, as if she were purposefully trying to show off just for her, and her suspicion was confirmed in two ways.

First, as she glanced about the class, Josie found that despite the blatant show in the front of the room, not a single person seemed surprised or even interested. In fact, they seemed almost less aware of Ms. Wendell than before, with none of the usual voyeurs sparing more than a glance in the woman’s direction.

The second confirmation came when she managed to drag her eyes up off her teacher’s well-displayed body, and up to her face. Ms. Wendell was looking right at her, and it was definitely not the sheepish, pitying look Josie had expected. No, the expression on the young woman’s face was one of barely constrained lust.

While the teen watched, her teacher’s movements became slowly more sultry and showy, rolling her hips as she strutted from one end of the whiteboard to the other. As if moving to some unheard rhythm, she began gyrating and writhing. Josie looked on in utter disbelief when Ms. Wendell dropped her marker, bending down low at the hips, her legs spread scandalously wide as she reached down. Ass shaking to that same inaudible beat, she turned and smirked at Josie before dragging her hands slowly back up her stockinged legs.

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