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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