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New story available: The Bimbos of Paradise Island!

Setting out for an abandoned resort on a tropical island sounds like a dream job for Camille and Stephanie, but the two girls soon find that not all is as it seems. When a fight causes Camille to run off on her own, she comes across a strange cave with even stranger inhabitants: gorgeous, top-heavy bimbos each hiding a very big secret. It's only when the adventurous young woman takes a tumble into a pool of glowing pink liquid that she finds out just what that secret is. With a changing body and some distractingly sensitive new additions, she rapidly begins to lose herself to the island... taking Stephanie along for the ride of her life.

This is the first story in the new Paradise Island  futa series!

"Golden sand, crystal clear waters, and populated by the bustiest blondes you've ever seen, Paradise Island lives up to its name. Underneath all the shine, surf and short skirts lies a massive secret, throbbing and hungry for more."

(Heavy futa focus and bubbly bimbos. Simple and sexy. Enjoy!)



“H-hey, easy now! Don’t be so-oh!” All of Stephanie’s objections faded out as Camille pulled down the front of her dress and began suckling on one of her pert tits. All she could do was stand there, hips bucking as her friend licked and teased her nipples. “Oh fuck, that feels so good…”

Camille’s mouth formed a soft, wet seal over the peak of her breasts. Now that they were pressed against her, Stephanie briefly thought to herself that the girl’s lips felt more plump than usual. It was hard to wonder about it too long, however. Camille pulled away a moment, only to grab Stephanie by the hips, turn her around and bend her roughly over the bed.

Upon impact into the soft cushions, Stephanie let out a gasp. She’d never seen Camille so worked up and assertive before, and it was amazing. She planted her feet on the floor, pushing her backside up towards her lover, ready for anything.

Camille moved closer, tearing off her robe before reaching out to grope at Stephanie’s firm ass. Despite not touching herself at all, she could feel her clit throbbing as she fondled her friend. It was almost distractingly apparent between her legs, driving her to greater heights of lust as she took hold of Stephanie’s hips. Then, in one firm but fluid motion, she thrust her hips forward as she pulled her lover back to her.

The girls came together with a sharp slap, but Camille was left confused. The way her clit tingled, she’d somehow expected something more from the act. That feeling was further compounded when she looked down and saw Stephanie’s wet, ready holes just waiting for her. On instinct, she gave another thrust, giving out a soft moan at the sweet impact.

Soon though, she became frustrated with the empty gesture. Overcome with arousal, she climbed onto the bed next to Stephanie before flipping onto her back and spreading her thighs. Almost too roughly she guided her friend’s open, panting mouth to her sex, though the other girl paused a moment when she noticed just how much larger Camille’s clit had become.

“Camille, w-wait a sec… it’s so big, I think-“ The girl wasn’t able to finish her sentence, as Camille pulled her downward with a grunt.

“I-I know… now just suck it for me like a good girl…”


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..."



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…



New story available: Growth Spurts!

Isolated from Desmond Mills High, Kira is spared from the sexy corruption spreading throughout... until her best friend sends her a bottle of very special pills. Getting in touch with a more masculine side of both her personality, and select parts of her physiology, is hard at first, but she finds herself adapting to her new role and her new additions very quickly. Still, one bulging, throbbing change isn't enough for the power coursing through the town, and she soon finds herself, and others, altering in countless unpredictable ways.

This is the fourth story in the Rumor Mill series!

"Sometimes rumors can get out of hand, especially where unimaginable power is involved. Desmond Mill High is struck by a series of odd changes after one incredibly perverted girl's spreading gossip starts to turn out to be more and more true. Soon one of the bustiest girls in the school has another big bulge she's carrying, just in time for her boyfriend to become the big-breasted, dripping wet bimbo he's always wanted to be."

Excerpt and Bundle after the break!