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!)



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.

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.

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!)



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.



New story available: Vicky's Little Friend!

Despite enjoying her new life as a kinky, young woman, Vicky finds herself looking longingly over at the house across the street. Gabrielle, the girl next door, tempts her almost as much as her bimbo assistant, Lena. Before long, Vicky can't help but give into the temptation, letting the teen take a spin in the same miraculous machine that turned back the clock for her. With Gabrielle discovering all sorts of new interests in her rapidly changing body, it's only a matter of time before she finds herself in the arms of another woman...

This is the second story in the Back to Bimbo age regression series!

“When Doctor Victoria Pendleton invents a machine that can change both body and minds on a fundamental level, she never expects what might happen on its maiden voyage. Regressed back to the adorable "Vicky", the newly young girl is struck with a massive increase in libido, an intoxicatingly compelling submissive streak, and a beautifully busty new "Mommy" to play with. Soon, though, Vicky starts seeking new friends, pets and toys as she really gets into her new role...”

(Heavy Age Regression/Ageplay Focus, Breast Expansion, Humiliation and more! Enjoy!)



Raven gasped as Vicky brought up a small hand-mirror. She looked… amazing. Not only was her skin utterly clear of acne, it looked softer and healthier all around. Her face hadn’t looked this good for years. In fact, the only spots she could see on her face was a light sprinkling of what looked like very faint freckles across her cheeks, but that was impossible…

“Holy shit… that’s fucking amazing! I look like one of the goddamn cheerleaders now, I mean, look at me!”

“Yeah, you look really,” Vicky stepped closer, stuffing the mirror into her back pocket, ”really good.” The moment the words left her mouth, the young girl leaned in, pressing her lips to Raven’s without a bit of hesitation.

Raven’s eyes fluttered as they kissed, and she could feel every part of her become ready for every part of her lover. Her hands reached up and shook as they made contact with the warmth of Vicky’s body, trailing along her side to the bottom hem of the girl’s t-shirt. As if on instinct, she pulled up, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the other teen’s chest bare in front of her.

Vicky giggled, completing the job by tearing the shirt clear off and tossing it to the side. Now that the other girl was topless, Raven was struck once more by how young she looked, and she could feel her already wet slit throbbing at the taboo of it all.

“Do you think I’m cute?” Vicky asked, climbing up onto the chair to straddle Raven’s lap. The teen responded with a soft moan and a slow nod, her eyes locked on the young girl’s tiny breasts. Vicky grinned, gently grabbing Raven’s hands and pulling them up over her belly, to her chest.

“Do you like my little titties?” Vicky asked, quieter this time.

Raven’s response was an eager grope, breathing in slow, ragged breaths. She watched as Vicky’s hands trailed lower, to begin opening the zipper of her jeans with slow, teasing deliberation. Raven watched with lust glazed eyes as the young girl gradually revealed a pair of soaking wet panties, tightly pressed against her bare lips, covered in cute little characters.

“Do you want to fuck this naughty little girl?”

Raven nodded, unable to say no. The blatant, sexual display in front of her was like all her dirtiest daydreams given life. Between that and the lingering, tingling after-effects of the machine, the teen was well beyond most rational thought. In fact, as she slid her hands down Vicky’s back, under her jeans to cup that perfect, tight ass, Raven didn’t have a single thought in her head.

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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!)


“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.



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…



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!)


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: Vicky's Little Problem!

Renowned scientist, Victoria Pendleton makes an amazing discovery which leads to the construction of a revolutionary new machine; one that can rewrite a person from the ground up... and even turn back the clock. Advancing in years, the good doctor decides to be the first human test subject, even designing a stunning and graceful new body to change to for her second shot at life. Moving in with her assistant Lena, she plans to act as the woman's daughter for the duration of the test... the perfect cover under which she can perfect her revolutionary machine. Things go haywire when she wakes up after the first trip in the chamber and finds herself significantly more adorable, and aroused than she had planned... Barely able to keep her hands off herself, she doesn't notice her assistant's longing gaze; at least, until the girl takes a spin in the machine herself, leading to some very busty results...

This is the first story in the new Back to Bimbo series!

"All rules are thrown out when a genius scientist discovers the secret to reversing the aging process. With a machine able to rewrite anyone from the ground up, mind and body both, the only question is how and when it'll be abused..."

(Heavy age regression focus, bimbo transformations, some kinky roleplay and more!)



Vicky blinked in the warm morning light. The shimmering beam of sunlight seemed so much clearer and more vivid now, and she found she could even see little individual flecks of dust drifting through the brilliant shaft. It took her a few moments of staring before she realized she wasn’t even wearing her glasses.

“It worked…” she muttered, and then gasped. Her voice had come out soft and sweet, and while it wasn’t the commanding, elegant tone she was expecting, it was still an improvement over her old, rough rasp.

Slowly she raised her hands, taking in the sight of her new flawless, youthful complexion. Again, she was surprised to see her features weren’t as expected, her hands far too petite compared to the dexterous and slender future pianist appendages she had ordered. Still, the spotless, pristine skin was a welcome change from her old wrinkled hide.

Besides… the machine worked. No feature was beyond her changing, and with her new, youthful body, she had all the time in the world to figure out what might have gone wrong. ‘It was probably Mom’s fault,’ she thought to herself, giggling a little when she realized she’d already begun thinking of Lena as her mother… and more.

Her laughter faded into a gasp when the image of her assistant sprung up in her mind. For a moment, she simply thought of the redheaded girl as she usually did, but bit by bit, her imagination started stripping off clothing. Soon she was very vividly visualizing Lena’s tight body, the mature and intelligent young woman spreading her gorgeous legs to give her silly little girl a peek…

As if on instinct, Vicky’s hands moved on their own. Trailing down over small, puffy breasts and a soft, smooth belly, her fingers danced. Again, dissonance rang out when her fingers slid over her hairless mound, but everything but lust was washed away when she made contact with her clit.

Shaking with an energy she hadn’t felt in decades, the young girl indulged herself in a way she literally never had. Thighs spread wide, Vicky masturbated as though it were her life’s purpose, bucking her hips and soaking the sheet beneath her with her juices. It didn’t matter that she’d never touched herself like that before, just as it didn’t sink in that she’d never once thought about another woman like she was thinking about Lena.

“Oh dear… Oh… Oh, mommy!” she cried out, completely unable to keep from being loud as a climax swiftly built inside her. She didn’t care anyway, her mind was too focused on her fantasy of crawling submissively between Lena’s legs and licking her like a good little girl. As such, she didn’t hear her assistant walk in until the door closed loudly behind her.



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…)



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.



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."



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.


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."



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.