The Labyrinth Ch. 02 [TF / TG / Cow Woman]

Part 2 of 2.  Theseus enters the Labyrinth as his body changes further.

Always forward, never left or right, Theseus remembered.  The tear on his left side continued stretched against his increased bulk, ripping up to his armpit.  The cool air that flowed in and against his skin made him shiver with pleasure.  His small breasts had grown enough to show through the tear, the swell of the new skin soft and white against his tanned skin.  White fur sprouted between his breasts, lengthening into a small tuft that tickled his thick, hardened nipples.

Theseus walked forward, wincing in pain with each step. …

The Labyrinth Ch. 01 [TF / TG / Cow Woman]

Part 1 of 2.  A retelling of Theseus facing the Minotaur.

Air stirred in the small cell. Small strands of hay danced, twirling and spinning around each other as warm wind found its way through the cracks and hallways of the palace. Young Theseus closed his eyes with a sigh, welcoming the fresh air. The man sat stiffly against the cool wall of his cell, strong arms crossed over his stomach. Despite his calm demeanor, the youth hummed with energy, purpose and confidence.

Suddenly, the door to the cells groaned open. Theseus squared his shoulders to face his captor but, to his surprise, a young woman soon stepped into view.…

The Honeypot Ch. 05 [BE / Bimbofication / TG]

The sounds of the city’s nightlife greeted Robert as he stepped from his apartment complex.  He stopped, eyes wide and watching as an increasingly small part of him worried about how he looked.  He frowned at himself, unsure of why he’d be worried yet the feeling didn’t fade.  A warm breeze caressed his soft, hairless cheek and he shivered in pleasure.  Goosebumps rose from his arms and the young man hugged himself, hands rubbing against his arms.

An older gentleman walked by and Robert watched him pass.  Behind the man, two young women walked, laughing and talking about a movie they’d just watched together. …

The Honeypot Ch. 04 [BE / Bimbofication / TG]

Karyn hummed to herself as she closed her apartment door.  She wore a pair of old, white running shoes along with her bright pink scrubs.   A light black jacket and small backpack completed her outfit.  She walked down the hallway to the stairs, skipping steps gleefully until she reached the bottom.  The sun lay low on the horizon, half-hidden behind the taller buildings downtown.  Karyn raised her face to the sun with her eyes closed, smiling for no other reason than happiness at being outside.

The walk to the local bus stop was short and Karyn nearly danced the entire way.  …

The Honeypot Ch. 03 [BE / Bimbofication / TG]

Senator O’Neal stepped lightly into the hallway, her luggage bumping along behind her.  Paul stood to the side of the door.  His hands were loose against his sides and his eyes roamed ceaselessly along the hallway.  The young woman looked up at him and smiled.

“I’m ready!” she chirped and then turned to her right as Paul turned the opposite direction.

“Senator, the elevators are this way,” he told her.

“I knew that,” she answered.  A pretty red blush crept up the senator’s cheeks.  Her smile deepened and the faint hints of dimples appeared.  Turning, she walked toward her aide and continued down the hallway while he followed behind her. …

The Honeypot Ch. 02 [BE / Bimbofication / TG]

The agent’s target begins to change, her intelligence fading as her body undergoes transformation.  However, she’s not the only one dealing with sudden new thoughts and desires…

The muted chirp of Senator O’Neal’s cellphone brought her up from the depths of a bright and sunny dream.  She clutched at the dream as she woke; rarely were they as happy and simple as the one she was waking from.  Usually, she dreamed of huge, dark figures moving slowly across a shattered landscape.  She was nearly always being chased by something in those dreams while, around her, people screamed in pain and terror. …

The Honeypot Ch. 01 [BE / Bimbofication / TG]

A young agent is tasked with sabotaging a rising politician’s career and life but finds the game can change in an instant.

Chapter 1 of 3

 

The heavy silence in the old room was finally broken by a tiny ‘clink’ sound as a crystal clear ice cube shifted in a short, heavy glass.  Massive velvet curtains blocked all outside light to the room.  A huge mahogany desk lived in an oasis of soft yellow light that emanated from dark green lamps.  The world beyond was darkness and the pale, overweight man sitting behind the desk looked as if he had lived his entire life in that tiny realm.…

1,500 Words In

I’m roughly 1,500 into the next story.  Bimbofication and possible transgender themes as well.  I wrote out a rough outline and now simply need to write the story.  I figure it’ll end up being 8 to 10k words but it’ll be as long as it needs to be.  I may split it in half but, either way, it should be all finished next week.

Writing is thankfully therapeutic.…

Jenny – Epilogue

Dave kneeled against the wall as he stared at the two furry women in front of him.  Craig’s smile was lazy as she luxuriated in the effects of the change and the enormous amount of sex the three had.  She kneeled with her thick, muscular thighs open and her long fingers slowly stroking the short fur covering her skin.  Her thick brown tail lay still behind her as she looked at the man.  The smaller donkey girl, John, crouched to the side.  Her black lips were pulled back in the suggestion of a smile; pure hatred mingled with the thrill of retribution being meted out to her former friend.…

Sketch Part 1: Mother

This is part one of the “sketch” series.  Rough draft little stories put together quickly.  In this one, a man and woman are test subjects.  One changing from man to woman, the other changing into a werewolf.

My head hurts.  Badly.

And I’m cold.

My eyes crack open and the headache flares as the overhead lights drill deep into my skull.

I can’t remember where I am.  I left work.  I remember that.  Night time.  Damn project due for presentation tomorrow to our clients and they changed their RFP the day before.  I was walking home and… and… and what?  I can’t remember.…