Models: Ariana Marie and Chanel Preston George shrieked as his ex-wife’s hand struck his bare ass hard again. Sharp pain flared through his ass, his cheeks throbbing, and he struggled in vain to escape. ‘Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’ll behave from now on. I’m sorry, I–’ George’s begging was cut off when another stinging blow prompted him to scream again. Tina was not listening. ‘You’re sorry? Is
Craig had spent weeks wondering what his transformation would feel like. He’d imagined a slow, orgasmic change working its way through his limbs and engulfing his genitals – a gradual corruption of his mind as every thought was twisted with slutty desire and hedonistic arousal. He had even put thought into what he would do with the male clothes that would no longer fit him once he had been reshaped
Sweaty and breathless, Alex eyed his personal trainer Frank with a mixture of envy and adoration. Despite the fact that they had spent almost two hours working out together, Frank hadn’t even broken a sweat. There wasn’t a strand of his suave quiff out of place, not so much as a flush in his bearded cheeks, and even though he had performed every exercise from burpees to abdominal crunches alongside
Sinking down onto her bed with a blissful smile, Taylor sighed happily as the perfume’s magic washed over her. Though she had only owned it for a few days, the warm embrace of the transformation it granted was already familiar, like the arms of an old friend wrapping tight around her. It was a swift process, the entire change taking only a few seconds, but for Taylor it felt far
‘Wait, what do you mean I’m going to become a goddess?’ Darren pressed, his mind whirring. ‘I’m an Original. It’s forbidden – it’s impossible. You heard Madame Shatter, my mind isn’t capable of dealing with the sensation of goddesshood. It would send me insane.’ Having left the horny sissy and her unlucky lover in their room, he and Goddess Lash were now working their way through the manor corridors once
Sleep slid from Darren like a silk sheet being pulled away. Not so long ago he would have considered it a strange sensation to shift from sleep to consciousness in a single breath, but these days it felt almost natural, the weary grogginess and protesting limbs he would have felt during the morning in his old life a thing of the past. Truthfully, he preferred it. He preferred a lot
‘Oh my God, they’re so real,’ Casey marvelled, stroking the soft skin of her husband’s new breasts as she spoke. ‘I mean, you’d never know they weren’t your own, baby. They look amazing, they feel incredible and…’ She paused to run her tongue over one of the pierced nipples. ‘They even taste like real tits. It’s unbelievable!’ Above her, Dominic gave an involuntary groan as his wife’s hot tongue sent
Bouncing around with all the excitement of a giddy child, Lexi danced along to the Christmas playlist blaring through the expensive sound system with unsuppressed delight as she hung yet another brightly coloured bauble on the tree in front of her. She had spent the entire morning decorating it, and in truth she had to admit she might have gotten just a little carried away: the branches were sprayed almost
Lucas felt as if Lavender’s eyes were boring into his soul. He’d always thought her name was far too pretty for someone so cold-hearted, and as he sat under her withering gaze he wondered for the thousandth time how anybody could fall for her nice girl act when she had eyes so corruptive – just meeting her gaze sparked filthy ideas. But there was something else in her stare today,
Yvonne wasn’t sure how the magic of the fountain pen worked. At first she’d thought maybe whatever the user wrote down was transcribed into reality, but that couldn’t be true – she’d been writing erotica with it for several hours already, but none of the saucy short stories she’d jotted down in her journal had come to life like this. She was fairly certain it couldn’t grant wishes either, because
