Things have been crazy - big life-changing events and turnarounds, but things are finally back on track in terms of releases and future content. No more big gaps between stories, I promise... unless something else explodes around here, that is.

Either way, in addition to new stories on the way, there's a project being worked on that I think many of my fans - particularly those who enjoy the transformation side of my works - will enjoy a great deal. Nothing substantial to share yet, but only because I want to make sure we have something spectacular before we pull back the curtain. *Note: this isn't in reference to the bimbofication-focused game, which is also still in the works. Those of my fans who are definitely NOT into tf content - you still have something to look forward to, and not far off.

All that said, it's catch up time!
New story available: College Conversion

"The contamination spreads to a new area - the local university. Altering minds, bodies and even reality itself, the power leaves countless busty, bimbo dolls in its wake. The only one able to resist the new perspectives offered by the strange, pink liquid is professor Evan Sawyer. With his obsessive focus on his work, over time he's able to gradually come to see the changes for what they are, and make an attempt at figuring out the cause. To help, he recruits his star pupil Esha, hoping to test the limits of the substance in a controlled environment. As his student falls prey to the corrupting influence, however, even the disciplined professor finds his priorities shifting from research to rutting... and contagion."

This is the second story in the dollification/bimbofication series: Pretty In Plastic:

"Magic gone mad! From a corrupted post office outward, men and women alike are being converted into a wide range of humiliating sex-dolls. From plush-pawed puppydolls to pink, plastic playthings, no one is safe from the changes...."

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At least I know I don’t want to be a historian…’ Esha thought to herself as she watched her professor hike up her tight pleather skirt for her whole class to see.

“P-please watch… I can only cum when people w-wa… Edie Exhibitionist is a dumb dolly who needs to be seen!”

The bubbly teacher climbed onto her desk and proceeded to kneel on it before tearing open her blouse in a shower of buttons. The woman’s tits bounced free in front of everyone, and it seemed as though each jiggle gave them just a little more heft. Even when she held them in place, her fingers sinking into the pillowy breast flesh, they continued to bulge outward more and more by the second.

Esha watched the whole thing, unable to really grasp what was happening. If anything, it quickly became even more confusing. The teacher’s candy pink lips had both plumped up to an extreme degree, and also utterly ceased to move beyond a minor quivering. Meanwhile, the woman’s odd phrases continued unabated, as if her mouth was meant for something other than speech.

“Edie Exhibitionist is a slutty little tease! This dolly isn’t just for show, though! Edie Exhibitionist would love to be your playmate!”

The strangest thing for Esha though, was the strangely panicky look in the woman’s eyes. More than once her hands wandered away from her big, ballooning tits and instead slid experimentally across her flawless, almost plastic-looking face. Her lips held a happy dolly smile, though… as much as they could while staying in a perfect, open circle.

After a moment of roaming, her hands would either snap back into place holding up her massive bust, or they would slip lower to spread the lips of her pussy to reveal the same candy pink as her fuckhole of a mouth. As the clock ticked its way to the end of class, eventually her hands ceased to move as completely as her mouth. She held her sex wide open for all to see and use, and a gentle trickle of sweet lube spilled out onto the remains of her lesson plans.

Esha couldn’t seem to take her eyes away, and she’d begun to gently lick her own lips without even meaning to. Already she found herself wondering what it’d be like to have a taste of that stupid doll, and there was even a very brief moment where she imagined herself in its place…

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New story available: Bimbo Booby-Trapped

Waking up in a strange and staggeringly massive house, four women each try to do everything they can to escape unscathed. Standing in their way is corridor after endless corridor filled with doors, each one leading to a room with one purpose, and one purpose alone: to help anyone who enters down the path to becoming the perfect bimbo. Equipped with twisted challenges and alluring attractions, none of the girls are able to resist a peek or two... at first. The more they succumb to the power of the house, the more they want nothing more than to submit to it completely...

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The first room she thought had been some kind of joke. Locked inside, she’d been presented with a video to let her know what was expected of her. A shadowy figure told her if she wanted to escape, she had to let go of some of those inhibitions that had held her back for so long. The place to start, her captor said, was kneeling down in front of the door and pleasuring the thick, fake cock mounted right nearby.

She’d resisted at first, as she found out, the rooms were compelling. It wasn’t long before she was convincing herself that sucking on a piece of rubber was a small thing compared to being trapped in there for who knew how long. Soon, she was kneeling down and doing just that, thinking to herself that it really wasn’t so bad after all.

In fact, it wasn’t a minute later when Sydney started getting into it. Her voice in her head told her that if she had to do it anyway, she might as well enjoy it. The idea made too much sense to ignore, leading her to begin slurping her way up and down the toy with growing fervor. She’d loved the task so much she didn’t even notice the door swing open to free her. It didn’t matter that the way was clear anyway, she was far too close to just stop now.

Sydney wasn’t sure when she’d decided to touch herself as she sucked, but it had been an amazing idea. Timing her strokes with the eager bobbing of her head, she found both tasks all the more pleasurable. In fact, she loved the way her quickening fingers caused her to work the cock in her mouth even faster. By the time she reached the point where her loud, sloppy suckling couldn’t possibly keep up with the frenzied pace of her masturbation, she was beyond the point of caring.

Unexpectedly, the toy came before she did. Some kind of device she couldn’t see caused the thing to begin filling her mouth with something sweet and salty, which she gulped down loudly. It tasted like a man’s seed, from what little she remembered of the rare blowjobs she’d given in the past, but there was something else… almost like candy.

Whatever it was, it had made her feel really tingly inside, and it had given her the first of her changes. It started as she rocked in the those of her own climax, still mindlessly lapping at the dildo and its delicious payload. Needing to swallow every single drop, she’d started to suck on the cock harder and harder, until she felt her lips start to throb. Even when they started feeling funny, Sydney hadn’t been able to pull away – any more than she could stop rubbing her needy, sensitive sex.

Only when the toy was done dispensing was the young woman able to pull away. Still sucking hard, her lips slipped off the toy with a loud pop, and another round of delicious tingles around her mouth. Those sensations alone were enough to keep her down on her knees, staring at the toy jutting out in front of her...

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New story available: Duel of Disgrace!

"Lorelle, the headstrong and uncompromising Duchess of Gildon, is the first woman in her country to rule. Though absolutely dedicated the prosperity of her realm, her true passion lies in matching - and frequently besting - any Lord who questions her capabilities. While her eagerness to face any challenge had earned her many supporters, it also made her very, very easy to manipulate.

In her rise to respect among her peers, one Lord in particular had nettled her every step of the way: Roldan, Grand Duke of Kast. He was more than just another petty noble, spouting insults and innuendos at Lorelle with every opportunity. He was also her direct superior, controlling the nation closest to the borders of Gildon. As such, no matter what horrible things he might say, or the suggestive leers he would give her, the Duchess typically maintained her calm with an iron will.

That will was tested and broken one day, as Roldan taunted and teased Lorelle to the point of snapping. Righteous fury burning inside of her, the Duchess challenges the man to a duel - single combat, and the highest stakes imaginable - to take place in one week's time. Glad for the chance to finally personally see to her tormentor's downfall, the young noblewoman rushes to begin her preparations to train, and to reshape her body and mind into the perfect weapon.

Lorelle does begin to change, but much sooner and in a much different way than she'd ever imagined. Thoughts growing hazy and confused, she never stops to wonder who might be sending her all these mysterious gifts - nor does she hesitate in slipping into the outfits she finds inside... no matter how lewd are. Along with her beautiful new clothes comes the body to match them, and the perfect mindset to show it all off. With every moment spent steadily drifting into her new life, time begins to fly by for the Duchess. Steadily it marches on, towards the day when she will risk everything she has on a duel she might not remember even agreeing to..."

It's finally here! Over 4.5 times the size of my usual stories, Duel of Disgrace marks my very full length bimbo-erotica novel! Not only that, I enjoyed writing this book so much, I've already got the rest of the trilogy(!) in the works, each of them packed with the same mind-bending transformations and bubbly bimbos you'd expect from an Eric Stray story. More on those when they get closer to completion. Until then, enjoy the story!

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Again she felt the tip of him nestled right against her womanhood, right at the verge of slipping inside her. The temptation to push herself back, and impale her body on his jutting member was almost too strong to resist. His words kept her in check though, and every mellifluous intonation he uttered was like another rope binding her rampant hunger.

“Know that when the time comes, I will not hesitate to claim what is offered,” he said, pausing only to position his cock once more below her. He held there, the thick, pulsing head of him resting just close enough to her clit that every breath he took tapped tantalizingly against her.

“As compelling as our needs are… If you are to become mine, I would do things the right way… and at the right moment.”

The words touched Nissa, even through the heady haze of the pleasure inside her. Though his hands were still on her - his fingers dancing across her skin in swirling, intricate patterns – she found herself not thinking of his cock, but his heart. This was a man who, despite all rumors, had turned down her offered assets again and again. This was a man who had seen her stripped down to her barest animal instincts, and yet still he spoke of doing right by her.

“Nissa, my jewel… Will you be patient for me? Will you help me bring into reality all that I dream of?”

Emotion welled up inside the girl, mingling with the storm of her dizzying, wanton ardor. With every breath her lover took, and every alluring twirl of his fingertips across her goose bumped flesh, Nissa felt her feelings for the man becoming further entangled. Affection… Submission… Devotion… Libido… It was becoming harder and harder to distinguish between them – and harder still to continue to try.

“Y-yes, my Lord!” Nissa shouted. Along with her loudly proclaimed affirmation, the enamored young woman began rolling her hips, grinding up against Roldan’s cock.

“Will you put your faith in me completely, that I might guide you better?”

“Oh god… Yes! Always!”

“And will your love, like your passions, grow for me with every passing day?”

Nissa nodded in agreement, only to realize that all she had done was shimmy her backside against his bare body. She felt her lover’s magnificent cock twitch in response, the young woman chose to keep up the motion, even as she lustfully moaned her verbal approval.

Roldan’s fingers slowed gradually, his palms coming to rest on her smooth, soft curves. His hands trembled as if from some terrible exertion, but Nissa knew not what might have tired out her perfect, powerful man. It mattered not, as his grip was still firm, and his member still pressed rigidly against her sex.

“And lastly…” Roldan said, his breath hard and rasping. “Will your loyalty for me, pure and unflinching, surpass all else? Will you stay with me, even if it meant abandoning your homeland? Would your voice join in mine... even if it meant denouncing your sister?”

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New story available: Ink-Stained!

Note: This story features extreme insertions as a primary theme.

Planning on flaunting their riches and success, two young women head to their ten-year high school reunion. Their arrival catches the attention of all of their former peers, and one man wants to ensure they stay in center stage. With the help of an unknown device, the two girls begin to find new and more shameful ways to keep all eyes on them... and their new lewd tattoos. As the naughty words and images spread on their otherwise flawless bodies, both women find their outlook changing to match - until they can't help but beg for more, and more, and more...

This is the third story in the Trust Fund to Trashy bimbofication series!

"Trust Fund to Trashy, where high society gets down and dirty. Featuring women going from ivory towers to trailer parks, this series focuses on turning rich, prudish girls into cheap, raunchy sluts."

(Heavy focus on degradation and humiliation, as well as a hefty dose of moral decay and mindless nymphomania. Sometimes a bit heartless, but definitely hot. Enjoy!)

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Jackie felt strange. She’d been fine with Amber taking off all of a sudden, and she rather enjoyed being the center of attention. For some reason, though, that attention was leaving her surprisingly hot under the collar. She could practically feel all the people around her, pushing in on her, and it was sending all kinds of naughty signals to her brain.

As it was, when one man came in just a bit too close to talk to her, she found herself leaning in next to him on sheer instinct. The closeness was making it harder and harder to think, and a few shivering moments later she forced herself to excuse herself. Turning away, blushing, she started talking to a nearby woman, one of the girls she used to hang out with back at school. Everything was fine, and she was able to put the oddity out of her mind – right up until the woman asked a very strange question.

“So what does your tattoo say?”

Jackie looked back at her with a puzzled expression. “Pardon?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to snoop, but I can see just the tip of it and the curiosity is driving me crazy,” the woman said, gesturing to Jackie’s chest.

Looking down, Jackie immediately saw what the woman had been pointing at. On her left breast, peeking out right at the edge of her top’s neckline, was  the hint of a word, tattooed in black. Her heart thudded in her chest as she looked down at it, and she felt her thoughts grow muddier the harder she stared.

Even as swirls and eddies of confusion formed and stormed around her brain, Jackie’s vision began to swim.

“C’mon, show me…” the woman said, her voice seeming to slowly pass through Jackie’s entire body.

“I-I don’t know…” Jackie said, her hands fiddling with her top. Underneath the cloth, the brunette’s nipples stood out stiff and tall from her firm, natural breasts… breasts that throbbed strangely in time with the odd pulse in her mind.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen em before!” the woman said, playfully.

As soon as the words left the woman’s mouth, Jackie felt as though everything settled all at once. In fact, not a single heartbeat later she couldn’t even remember the episode in the slightest. As such, she didn’t hesitate for a moment to tug down the front of her top, to let her tits bounce free – as much as they could bounce, with the oversized implants inside of them.

Everyone who caught sight of the display gave an appreciative whistle or hoot, making Jackie feel even more worked up. She fixed her admirers with a playful smile, even taking a moment to heft her breasts in her hands to jiggle them a bit before trying to stow them away.

They were big enough, in fact, that when she tried to pull her top back into place, she was nearly unable to. The neckline held just the tiniest bit over her nipples, leaving her tattoo on perfect display. Written in black, swirling script were the words “Crowd Pleaser”, following the curve of her over-stuffed breast. The words were flanked by a pair of pink shaded hearts, as if trying to seem a little less overtly slutty. It didn’t work.

“Haha, you haven’t changed a bit. Hey, I’m gonna go mingle a bit, but uh… maybe we can meet up later or something?”

Jackie just nodded, blushing.  As the woman walked away, she found herself hoping some of the hungry stares she was getting would turn into more requests to see her tits… not that she needed an excuse to show off. Still, it was so much better when they asked for it, when she knew she was pleasing them...

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New story available: Trinket and Toys!

When a man finds a strange trinket while on a business trip, chaos erupts around him. Finding others changing to suit his wildest fantasies, the man's attention turns to his wife and her friends. Exposed to a world of pleasure they've never before imagined, each girl steadily slips down into her new role - Doll, Hucow, Bimbo - and her new life... forever.

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Mia rocked in her bed, covered in a sheen of sweat. The room was filled with the scent of her lust, despite the frantic way she seemed to shake her head as she slept.  Grinding her pillow between her legs, the young woman flitted from fantasy to fantasy, caught up in kinks she never knew she had.

 Mia giggled vapidly, bending over sharply at the waist. Her position caused her tiny little skirt to rise up, revealing her bright pink thong. The drenched scrap of cloth was wedged tightly between the bare lips of her sex, and it rubbed softly against her clit with every wiggle of her soft backside.

Exposed as she was, the ditzy woman cared little about her dripping pussy – not when there was another wet, open hole she needed filling. Her mouth hung open, with her plump, pursed lips forming a perfect pillowy circle. Little lines of drool spilled from her fuckdoll mouth as she lowered herself closer to her prize.

She was too fixated on the throbbing cock in front of her to even manage to see who it was attached to. Somewhere deep inside herself she knew it to be her husband’s… her owner’s cock that stuck out in front of her. Slut that she was, it wouldn’t have mattered who it belonged to, but it made her extra horny knowing the man she loved was about to use her like a living sex toy.

Letting the hefty weight of her oversized tits pull her downward, she inched closer to her treat, her purpose. Her tongue slipped out, eager for a taste… but for some reason, she couldn’t quite reach. Straining, she moved closer, only to find that perfect, delicious cock had pulled back once more.

After a moment of frustrated confusion, the bimbo realized it wasn’t her man’s erection that was moving – it was her. Still bent over, she looked back to find a very familiar woman trying desperately to keep her from her prize. The redhead holding her had a horrified expression on her face as she scrambled to stop  Mia.

“No! Y-you can’t! That’s not me!” the woman shouted.

 Mia just looked back at her with a puzzled expression. She couldn’t understand why anyone would try and stop her from doing what she was made to do. More than that, she couldn’t understand how the woman could resist that perfect, hard cock right there. Maybe the woman thought Mia was gonna keep it all to herself?

“It’s totally okay! We can like, share and stuff!” she said with a giggle. The woman seemed even more shocked as Mia grabbed her and pulled her over, until they were both kneeling down in front of Mike.

The redhead shook her head, but Mia helped her out. Reaching over, she gently, but firmly tugged the woman’s head closer.

“I’m not a slut! Do you hear me? I’m not a-mmmf!!”

 Mia giggled at the weird woman, and the sight of her sputtering around Mike’s cock. A few seconds of having it in her mouth was all it took, however, and soon the redhead was bobbing her head up and down with mindless abandon.

“See? It feels good, doesn’t it? It feels so good…”

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Some quick updates: Work on the game has begun! I'll be keeping up the polls until I do my big website update, which is rapidly approaching. After that, I'll throw up a few more to see what kinds of content everyone would like to see first. Since it's going to be Choose-Your-Own-Adventure style, I can include a bit more variety in the content, as everyone can simply avoid what they don't dig.

Also coming up with the site update - Series reform. Some standalone tales are being turned into their own series (Like this week's entry!) and some series are being finished up, or dismantled. More on this soon.

Lastly, but definitely not least important, I want to say thank you again to all of my readers. Whether you've just read one, or you've read them all, you've helped to make my dream of being a writer a reality. I'm eternally grateful, and I hope I can continue to provide stories and content that'll keep you reading for years to come. Cheers!
New story available: Billionaire Breakdown!

Meredith Dawson is an unstoppable force in the business world. With limitless ambition and equally unending funding, she's managed to steamroll through many of the city's most powerful and elite. Her plans are halted, however, by the mysterious Mr. Hale, who's cheap, trashy neighborhood sits in the center of what would otherwise be Meredith's prime territory. Despite numerous attempts to buy him out, the billionaire's only chance to get her hands on the property comes when Hale gives her an offer she can't refuse: One weekend in one of Hale's houses, and if she doesn't like the place, he'll give her everything. What begins as a simple trial of patience becomes a battle to hold on to her inhibitions and her rapidly decaying standards, leaving Meredith to wonder why she'd ever want to leave...

This is the sequel to Trust Fund to Trashy, which is now its own series!

"Trust Fund to Trashy, where high society gets down and dirty. Featuring women going from ivory towers to trailer parks, this series focuses on turning rich, prudish girls into cheap, raunchy sluts."

(Heavy focus on degradation and humiliation, as well as a hefty dose of moral decay and mindless nymphomania. Sometimes a bit heartless, but definitely hot. Enjoy!)

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Meredith stood in the center of the cul-de-sac, peeling off her sweat-soaked clothes to reveal a ratty red thong and neon green pasties over her nipples. The whole neighborhood watched as she gyrated her hips to the beat of an unknown tune, and she basked in their gaze. Smiling at each of them, she let her dance grow less and less restrained by the minute.

Her hands roamed over her sleek, athletic frame, giving extra attention to her small, firm breasts. The crowd hooted and hollered at her as she peeled off the pasties and began tugging at her pink nipples, and her eyes fluttered in uninhibited pleasure at the touch and attention. All around her, the neighbors were getting more and more into the dance as well, until their own displays were just as lewd as her’s.

She watched in unmasked envy as the two young girls made out on their porch, her heart beating in time with their wide, bucking hips. Meredith practically began to drool when one of the girls dropped down behind the other, dragging her friend’s panties down with her. The young billionaire could feel her pussy throbbing along with every clumsy, messy lick.

A masculine grunt caused her attention to shift, and she caught sight of  the same shirtless, dirty man she’d seen before. Now though, instead of disgust, she felt nothing but aching need as she let his bare, muscular body soak into her mind. Her heart skipped a beat, and her sex twitched when her eyes drifted downward. He certainly wasn’t scratching himself this time, and she openly moaned as she watched the man’s hand pumping up and down on his thick, hard cock.

She felt herself bend over, pushing her ass out like a bitch in heat. Reaching back, she spread the thick, round cheeks of her ass and wiggled her hips invitingly, while all of the neighbors cheered her on. The thin strap of her cheap little thong rubbed between the swollen lips of her sex as she moved, causing her to cry out loudly. All the while, her pussy dribbled down her soft thighs and down onto her shiny plastic pumps.

Yet, despite her eager presentation, no one took her up on her offer. All around her were similar displays of needy flesh and blatant sexuality. As irresistible as they all were to watch Meredith wanted more. She wanted to be touched, used and debased. She wanted them to fuck her right there on the sidewalk, and leave her dripping, dirty, and waiting for the next in line.

“Please… fuck me! Any of you… all of you! Fuck me like a cheap whore! Fuck me!”

As she shouted out the words, she dropped down to her hands and knees on the rough, filthy concrete. Her tits hung down below her, bloated and massive. Her nipples pointed out below them, nearly dragging on the ground as she continued to rock her body. Drool spilled from her open lips as she begged, leaving her gaudy pink lipstick glistening with lube.

“Fuck me… Fuck me… Fuck me…”

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New story available: Valkyrina Remade!

Still struggling with the after-effects of the Bimbo Bombshell's staggering power, Valkyrina fights for her city, and her identity. Caught between her rapidly increasing libido and her stubborn pride, she's pushed to her very limits. While she battles inward, and indulges outward, the city streets become more chaotic by the day. Word of her weakness reaches the darker side of Kent City, and forces beyond her understanding wait for the perfect moment to come and claim their prize...

This is the fourth story in the super-powered 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 super-powered 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.”

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Her fingers, which had been stroking her slit through the worn material of her costume, immediately plunged through the cloth with a loud tear. Her pussy made a humiliatingly loud squelch as she stuffed herself, causing her to cry out just as noisily. More windows lit up, and the muttering and cheering of the people below served as the perfect background noise for her debasement.

No, no, no Valerie! You can’t do this! Everyone can see you! Everyone can…’ Her thoughts trailed off under the onslaught of shameful lust pouring through her.

Slowly, without consciously meaning to, she began to float towards the voyeuristic cameraman who had first photographed her. Not once did her fingers cease their steady thrum; not even when she got close enough to see her viewer. It was a young man, stunned and red-faced, with one hand on his camera and the other on his cock.

Valkyrina eased down close, until her feet were settled on the cool stone of his window sill. Spreading her legs as far as her flexibility would allow, the oversexed woman peeled away the tatters of suit that covered her slit. Another flash of the camera soon followed, causing Valerie to moan louder, and the drip of juices from her sex to become all the more apparent.

Her eyes were locked on the man’s cock, while her free hand roughly tugged down the front of her suit. Her tits bounced free, massive and jiggling; prompting the man to gasp. Flash after flash flickered from the camera, chasing out what little remained of Valerie’s inhibitions.

Nothin’ to lose… Already too far… Stupid slut…’

The man took a reflexive step back as Valkyrina floated inside his window. Resting her soft, round ass on the sill, she slowly pulled her fingers from herself. Legs still wide in open invitation, the lust-addled heroine began sucking her digits clean. Wordlessly she begged him to take her; from her desperate eyes to her dribbling slit leaking down onto the carpet.

He took one last picture before he stepped forward, stopping only to set the camera down on a nearby table. Valerie noted, with no small amount of excitement, that the camera was set to record. The little red light shined at her, reminding her of the gravity of what she was doing.

‘I could still go… I could grab the camera. Grab all of them, even. Then, no one would know… No one would know what a slut I’ve become…’

Valerie cried out, loud and lustful, as the man entered her. The feeling of a cock inside her drove any thoughts of backing out from her mind. More than that, as she began to give in to her urges, something inside her began to change as well. Slowly, as she shook in shameful ecstasy, her other side grew more dominant.

She sank down onto the sill, her flight tapering off until she couldn’t keep herself up. Nearly falling back out of the window, she barely managed to pull her curvy body inside before her ability gave out entirely. Her and her lover tumbled to the floor, and while the man seemed stunned by the sudden turn of events, Valerie wasted no time.

Sliding down his body, she dragged her swollen tits along him until the two soft globes rested on either side of his erection. Cradling them in her shaking palms, she began milking his cock with her breasts. Each time the head of his member crested her cleavage, she leaned down to suckle on it; lapping his precum as if it were her favorite ice-cream.

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New story available: Caught Up in Costumes!

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

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

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

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

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

“So… You lookin’ for a date, honey?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wh-what the f-“ Tara began.

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

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New story available: Submission Hold!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You first,” Riley said with a smirk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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New story available: The Bimbo Tourist Trap!

Quick note - Sorry there was so much time between releases this week. There's a good reason for it though: this story is literally twice the length of my usual works! The best part is, even though it's double the size, I've kept it the same price as a usual story. Enjoy!

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"Four young women win the vacation of a life-time: one whole week at a top of the line resort, located on a privately owned tropical island. Everything is perfect from the moment they arrive, and they're greeted by warm sunshine, beautiful beaches, and a bevy of some of the most attractive hostesses they've ever seen. Of course, at first the girls are much more interested in the surf and sand, but as they begin to indulge in some of the exclusive drinks offered at the resort, they each find themselves becoming much more open to new experiences. Curiosity turns to urges, and urges turn into obsessions as each woman learns about their irresistible new role. From busty, bubbly bimbos to heat-filled hucows, they each find their place on the island - a place far too seductive to ever want to leave...."

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Kelly’s eyes blinked open, her fugue being interrupted by an odd sound in the room, and a gentle shake of the bed. Not sure what was happening, she froze in place and listened hard. Almost immediately she heard it again, followed by another small shake. It sounded like…

Unhhh…”

This time it was unmistakable; the sound she’d heard was Isabelle moaning in her… sleep? No longer alarmed, but still cautious, Kelly very quietly turned over. There, in the pale moonlight filtering in through the sheer curtains, was Isabelle; completely nude, and definitely not asleep.

Blankets thrown off, utterly exposed, there was no hiding what she was doing. Kelly could even hear it, the slight squish of her friend’s pussy interlaced with more soft moans. The whole scene was odd as it is, but no more so than Kelly’s reaction… she felt undeniably, embarrassingly aroused.

She couldn’t understand it… she was straight as could be, and even her interest in men was tempered by a layer of prudishness. Yet there she was, getting an eyeful of her friend’s smooth, feminine body, while her traitorous pussy soaked her panties. It became even worse as Isabelle got into it; the scent of musk filled the room, while Kelly’s head filled with virginal thoughts about what another woman would taste like.

Isabelle bucked her hips, and Kelly watched the woman’s breasts jiggle on her chest with every thrust. The strange lighting made the other girl’s tits look bigger than usual… or maybe it was Kelly’s burgeoning lesbian desires. Either way, she was struck with the realization that she wanted nothing more than to just move closer and take one of Isabelle’s fat nipples into her mouth and just suck, and suck, and suck.

Heart pounding, she was actually considering doing just that. Despite her misgivings about her suddenly shifting sexuality, she just couldn’t seem to contain herself any longer. Then, right before she could act on her needs, Isabelle shifted her position once more. Spreading her thighs wider, she opened her legs as far as they would go, which left one of them draped over Kelly’s prone form.

Soft, supple flesh pressed against her own, and Kelly nearly lost her mind. She could feel every stoke, every shudder through the smooth leg resting on her, and each one felt as though it was tearing down a new layer of inhibitions inside her. All that was left was one little voice in her head screaming ‘I’m not a lesbian! I’m not a lesbian!’ but that was rapidly being silenced by the sensation of Erica’s thigh stroking over her.

Kelly closed her eyes, swallowing hard as she raised her hand and sent it lower. Isabelle paused as their hands made contact, and for a second Kelly thought the other girl was going to object; possibly even have a freak out about it. A heartbeat later, Kelly felt wet fingers clasp around her hand, guiding her downward.

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New story available: Bimbo Bait and Switch!

One girl's nightly escapades turn into a lucrative habit. Each night, Katie puts on a show for whoever she can, only to trick her patrons into giving her more than she's earned... After meeting the right guy, however, she finds herself suddenly wanting something more from her life, and her underwhelming body. Her mystery man is more than happy to assist, helping her to attain just the right mindset for the lifestyle she now craves. Indulging in her lack of inhibitions, Katie offers up a very different kind of show, helping to spread her new outlook to three new girls, while sinking deeper and deeper herself...

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“Hiya… I’m Katie. You’re… um… really handsome.” After getting a better look at the man, she realized she wasn’t just saying that. She couldn’t really explain exactly what, but something about him was just impossibly attractive to her.

“Why thank you, Katie. You’re very cute, yourself.”

His response was very simple and matter of fact, but the second she heard the words, Katie just melted. Her cheeks lit up as she blushed, and her pussy was literally throbbing with arousal. It took everything she had not to jump right to the more sexy portion of the chat, but she managed. She didn’t want to make him suspicious, or scare him off… If anything, she found herself considering throwing off the act, calling it sexy role-play and seeing if he wanted to go for something more… physical.

‘Don’t be stupid, Katie… If he’s still on the cam, he’s probably some sicko. Just use him, get your money and move on-“

“So, Katie… How old are you?” Like before, the question was plainly said. A lot of the guys asked her that, and she typically responded with a playful “Old enough!” before flashing more panty and keeping them thirsty and distracted. Now though, Katie found herself giggling and blatantly pulling up her skirt.

“Nineteen, sir… I just…” Katie paused for a moment, trying to get back on track mentally while her body went through the motions. While her fingers danced over her damp panties, rubbing the pale, wet cloth up between her puffy lips, her brow furrowed with concentration.

“Just what? You just dress up like this for what? Fun? A trick? Tell me, Katie…”

The man’s voice soothed Katie, and she felt herself slowly relax… Mostly, anyway. He was just so hot, and smart and… Everything about him was making it hard for the horny girl to think of much else but pleasing him in every way she could.

“Well, it started as a trick, sir…” she said, gasping sweetly as she began to tease her puffy nipples through her shirt. “M-my best friend thought it’d be… it’d be fun to go online and tease some guys…”

“Hmmm… Sounds like your friend is just as immature as you are. So did she join you?”

Immediately Katie’s head flooded with crystal clear images of her and Lizzie in front of the webcam. First, they began to slowly, sensuously kiss before things became more passionate. Soon, Katie was moving lower, licking her way down her friend’s body until her cute little ass was in the air and her tongue was sliding deep into…

“N-no sir, we’re not… we’re not lesbians.”

The man smiled at Katie, and she felt her pussy twitch. “We’ll see… You know, Katie, I think it’s clear you need a little help with direction in your life.”

“D-direction, sir?” Katie asked, slipping a hand down under the tight waistband of her tiny, pink panties.

“Well, look at yourself! You spend every night masturbating, showing off to men and then blackmailing them-“

Katie paused for a second… She hadn’t told him about her scheme yet, had she? Of course, she had the feeling that if he had asked, she would’ve been more than forthcoming. Maybe she had…

“Now, I know how it must be for you: a dumb, slutty girl without a body capable of attracting real men...”

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