About Mark Graham

A programmer and an amateur writer learning to spread his wings.

Puss In Heels

The lunch crowd rushed along the sidewalk, flowing around Milly as if she were a pebble in a coursing river.  She clung to her purse, fixing her chestnut brown hair every time a pedestrian jostled her.  The two chopsticks holding her hair up felt loose but she had no time to fix them; she just prayed they wouldn’t come out.  They were her only nice pair, despite the chips along their length.

 

She moved with a purpose, keeping her distance from everyone as they made their way to their favorite cafes.  Her stomach growled but she pressed her balled hand against her cream-colored blouse. 

Pink Gum

‘Ew,’ he said, staring at the pink gum stuck to his fingers. He sighed and walked off the bus, eager to wash his hands. His erection surprised him later that night. He ignored it until it became too much and his fingers wrapped around the angry, throbbing shaft.

Traces of pink marked his shrinking cock when he stroked himself. His grunts became gasps and then moans. Bright pink tinged his pre-cum and his stroking fingers rubbed the tiny head of his dick as it slipped beneath his fleshy hood. His empty scrotum split into his fleshy labia.

Beads of pink cum slid down his slit.…

Submerged

An experience in a magical sensory deprivation tank forces a woman to change
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Over 100 of my as yet unreleased stories can be found on my Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

I can see the whole room from where I’m standing.  Subdued pop music plays from hidden speakers as people mill about, talking and laughing and socializing.  All while I watch from my little corner, back against the wall.  I wish I could join them but it’s just as difficult now as it was in high school.  Maybe harder.  I can barely look anyone in the eye.

 

The cup I’m holding in my right hand feels warm against the very center of my palm so I know that means it’s probably burning myself. 

Riding The Bull

A work event goes horribly, horribly… right? when coworkers take on a more bovine appearance
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Over 100 of my as yet unreleased stories can be found on my Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

Amelia glanced up and then groaned, pinching her the bridge of her nose as Kinsley and Naomi stopped by the wall of her cubicle.

 

“You’re coming, right?” Kinsley asked.  She was dressed in clothes that clearly broke even the relaxed ‘casual Friday’ work rules.  Her bluejeans had holes in them and her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail over a white t-shirt with an obscure metal band on the front.

Primal Fantasies: Wolf

Trying a werewolf cock sleeve for fun begins to change a young man and the curse spreads in a strip club.
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Over 100 of my as yet unreleased stories can be found on my Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

The faint sound of cardboard hitting concrete was easy to miss but Joseph bounced from his couch as soon as he heard it.  The mailman never knocked or rang the bell, even when the package required a signature.  So, he’d grown used to listening.  He’d been refreshing the shipping notification every few minutes while idly playing a game on his phone but it slid between the cushions, forgotten as he raced to the door.

Night Moves

A female weredog is unable to resist her heat and changes in front of her boyfriend for the first time

I typically only post one story a month, but the four I’m posting now are very short little things (like last month) so I’m dropping them all at the same time. Enjoy!

Blackout curtains kept the room in utter darkness while dampening the sound of passing cars splashing through the rain.

 

Gina found herself suddenly awake.  She lay for a moment, staring at the ceiling before closing her eyes and nuzzling back into her pillow.


The slow, even breaths of her boyfriend next to her helped to relax her as she tried to let herself settle back into sleep.

Study Partner

A bimbofication curse spreads throughout a college library, sparing none, including the male students…

I typically only post one story a month, but the four I’m posting now are very short little things (like last month) so I’m dropping them all at the same time. Enjoy!

Students crowded the library.  Every table was filled and several students lined the floors as they studied for finals.

 

Julie sat at a table with a mix of other students.  Her chem book lay open in front of her with a notebook to her left, full of class notes, and a blank book full of hexagonal graph paper to her right.

Tainted Love

A magical girl confronts her enemy… only to find herself being corrupted and enjoying the changes

I typically only post one story a month, but the four I’m posting now are very short little things (like last month) so I’m dropping them all at the same time. Enjoy!

He eyed her as she approached, walking with the cocksure confidence of someone who knows they’re right.  That they’re always right.  That they always win.

 

As she came, he looked down to the wand she held to her side.  

 

She was a slim girl in a wide, pleated skirt, white button-down shirt, white stockings and a brown silk bow tying back her black hair. 

The Deep End

A young woman finds herself changing after ignoring her mother’s warning.

I typically only post one story a month, but the four I’m posting now are very short little things (like last month) so I’m dropping them all at the same time. Enjoy!

“Come on, Lucy!” Shirley giggled as she splashed in the pool.  “The water is amazing!”

 

Lucy sat on a plastic reclining chair at the edge of the pool.  She watched her friends swimming and laughing and desperately wanted to join them but her mother’s words echoed through her mind.

 

Lucy, listen, if there is one thing you do for me, ONE thing, stay away from water. 

A Welcome Guest

Two women explore an old attic and accidentally unleash a hungry demon

A super duper duper short little thing about a woman turning into a succubus and… modifying her friend in return. I’m posting three really short stories today, all around gender fluidity.
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Over 100 of my as yet unreleased stories can be found on my Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

The ancient attic smelled of dust, mold, books and rat shit.  Cindy waved her arms around to clear old spider webs as Jessica followed behind her.  

 

“This is the dumbest thing ever,” Jessica whined.

 

“Think of the adventure!” Cindy said in return.