‘Good morning, little boy,’ Mrs. Johnson smiled as Craig opened his eyes. She was laid out on the end of his pristine white bedsheets with a hungry look in her eye. Her pink stockings clung tightly to her slender legs, and she was wearing one of Mr. Johnson’s shirts – although to say she was wearing it might have been overstating it a little; it hung open to reveal her
‘Holy shit, I could get used to this,’ Aiden grinned. His jaw was slack with awe at his new body. As much as he had grown used to his previous look under the command of his mistress, he could not deny that the figure he now found himself in was a definite upgrade. He was so amazed, in fact, that his initial disorientation from his shift was almost immediately banished.
Note: this story is an extension of and a sequel to an original creation by the brilliant Mara’s Mischief. Her original story is fantastic and takes place in a universe focused on sexy crime syndicates. You can find more information about her in the notes section at the end of this story. Hearing the rap at the door, the professor set down his pen and removed his gold-rimmed glasses with
‘You know you’re not the first family we’ve done this to,’ said the massive black man with his fingers locked in Josh’s hair holding his head in place so he could not look away. ‘Just you search the internet and you’ll find more than enough articles about families with suspected ties to our organisation just disappearing off the face of the earth. Truth be told, I would’ve thought a smart
‘See,’ said the enormous gangster stood beside him, ‘look how much she is enjoying it. If you ask me she is a massive upgrade from that whiny little bastard she was before.’ As much as he wanted to, Connor could not tear his eyes away from the sight of the woman who had so recently been his brother being pounded by the black man on his bed. As far as
Clearly the woman was disappointed in what she was seeing, and though he had only just stumbled from the fetid confines of the delivery truck – a place worse than any he could think of – her iron glare already made him wish he had stayed on board. She was encased almost head to toe in black latex, a tight corset pulling in her waist, with the only visible flesh
When he woke up, Liam couldn’t move. He could remember nothing from before he fell unconscious, nothing other than the smell of sweat and a large figure standing over him. It took him a moment to regain all his senses, but when he did he began to panic. He was laid naked, face-down on a black PVC floor in a room so dark that he could not see the walls.
Lacey ran her tongue along the black bull’s meaty dick, and she felt more of her former self crumble away. The boy she had been less than an hour before was disappearing, her cravings overwhelming her and solidifying her new personality more with every passing second. Luke would soon be a hollow memory, a forgotten face, and Lacey would be free of her restrictive male persona. He had volunteered for
Note: this story is an extension of and a sequel to an original creation by the inimitable Mara’s Mischief in a universe focused on rather sexy crime syndicates. You can find more information about her in the notes section at the end of this story. As he sat at the bar, his back aching and the din of rowdy twenty-somethings filling the room, Detective Cooper was more aware than ever
Craig was lounging in front of the TV screen, paying little attention to the crappy reality show blaring on as he scrolled through pictures of practically naked girls on his phone, when he was interrupted by a knock at the door. Hauling himself lazily up, he glanced at the clock on his wall: 11.37. Fucking twenty to midnight. Furious at the distraction, he shuffled into the hallway to answer it.
