Thicker Skin

A young, unpopular girl finds a peculiar book that sets her on the path to royalty… of a kind.

The shelves of the library acted as acoustic baffles, swallowing the sound of rambunctious high school students yelling and laughing and roughhousing in the hallways outside.  A few female students entered, allowing the sound to follow before closing the door behind them.  

 

Erin glanced up at them with a worried frown while pushing her glasses up with a bent knuckle.  The intruders giggled with a quick glance towards the librarian before slipping between the aisles.  They whispered loudly but their words were indistinct. 

Haunted House Party: Seven Minutes In Heaven

A pair of women struggle with corruption during a light hearted game of seven minutes in heaven

Darkness surrounded the old-growth forest and an unnatural chill emanated from the sides of the old van, beating back the attempts from the struggling heater.  The warm air from the front vents twisted with the cold, swirling and mixing before being forced down to the floorboards.  

 

Leah sat in the back, watching the others from the third row of seats.  The grotesque shapes of bent trees with reaching arms passed as dim shadows in the darkness beyond her window.  She shivered, rubbing her upper arms while leaning away from the windows.  

Reflection

A cursed bracelet causes a chain reaction of transformations…

A gift story for the amazing wwbot ( https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/wwbot/ )!

The bus rattled as it slammed into a pothole.  Alice gripped her purse tightly and then pulled it harder against her belly.

 

Her new bracelet rubbed against her wrist.  The thin metal pulled at the tiny blonde hairs that rose around it on her otherwise hairless arm.  There were sharp little pains as the hairs lengthened slightly and twisted around the bracelet.  Her skin dimpled outward until she rubbed her arm forward.

 

She’d found the bracelet in a dusty old antique store and thought it was cute. 

New Views

A streamer allows her viewers to choose each of her changes
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Despite being incredibly open minded, confident in my body and outgoing, I’m still nervous before every session.  However, once I’ve been going for a few minutes, I lose myself in it and enjoy it.  But, until then, I’m a little cute wreck.

 

I sit on the edge of my bed after making sure my guest room – not my real room despite what I tell my viewers, is clean and ready.  My real room is a disaster

Teacher’s Pet

A teacher’s pet becomes one in physical form while her lustful heat ravages her body

The silence was unnatural, broken only by the faint scratching of pens and paper turning.  Steven eyed the class, watching for tell-tale signs of cheating from students bent over their papers.  His eyes lingered on Alexandria as she huddled too far over her desk with her arms on either side of her test paper.

 

Steven rolled his eyes with a quiet sigh.  The ancient chair he sat in squeaked loudly when he pushed it back to stand, knuckling his back as if stretching while hiding his true intentions. 

Begging For Attention Ch. 02

Chapter 2 of 2.

A bratty stepdaughter finds herself turning into a good girl for her stepfather.

Sunlight surprised him when a random, loud snort woke him completely.  He groaned and sat up and then yawned, climbing out of bed.  Light snoring let him know his wife was sleeping on the couch once more.  He sighed and looked at the wall towards where his step-daughter’s bedroom was.

 

God, I hope she sleeps that off, he thought to himself while stretching and walking into the hallway.  That poor girl.

 

“Ah!” he yelled as he stepped into the kitchen.

 

Madison stood at the stove with a plate of burned pancakes next to her. 

Begging For Attention Ch. 01

Chapter 1 of 2.

A bratty stepdaughter finds herself turning into a good girl for her stepfather.

Carl stood in the living room behind his wife as she lay sprawled out on the couch.  Overdramatic voices yelled on the television from a new show she’d recently started watching.  As with the other shows she seemed to watch, all of the teenagers on the show were actually in their late twenties and far too sophisticated for their own good.

 

He glanced over his shoulder toward the second bedroom.  Light spilled out from beneath the slightly open door and he could spy his step-daughter’s toes and the tiny brush she held against them. 

Slow and Steady

A sleepy young woman transforms into her spirit animal – a cute sloth girl.

Kind of a one off silly little thing :)

“-again,” John said, leaning close to his girlfriend.

 

“Mmmm?” Aliya asked without opening her eyes.

 

“I said you’ll be late again if you don’t get up,” her boyfriend repeated.

 

“‘sfine,” she mumbled, pulling the blanket over her head.

 

“You got yelled at last time,” he reminded her.

 

“Mnnnnnnn,” she whined, turning over beneath the blanket.  She kicked her legs to pull the blanket between her knees until she was curled into a ball beneath the blanket cocoon.

Haunted House Party: Truth or Dare

Two of three in a series!

Another group arrives and each change in their own way.

The Mercedes’ engine ticked in a steady rhythm as Morgan sat in the fading heat of the front seat.  She double-checked the red-stained fake bandage on her upper arm and tapped her fingers on the steering wheel.  

 

A black BMW X5 was parked next to her, hidden in shadows cast by the brilliant crescent moon above them.  The moon was larger than she’d ever seen it and almost painful to look at.  The silvery light pulsed from its surface.

 

“We’re too early,” the girl said, pulling at her blonde braid. 

An Afternoon Snack

Hermione accidentally encounters enchanted blueberries that make her a little bigger than before.

The gigantic oaken table, dark with centuries of use and polishing, was lined with books, quills, ink pots and scrolls.  Hermione sat before the impressive array as if an invading army contemplating the best strategy to assault the fortress of dead trees.  Her sharp eyes darted left as she flicked through pages of an open tome and then right as she dipped her quill into a waiting pot.

 

“Eh-HEM,” a voice declared loudly from behind her shoulder.

 

“No, I won’t help you study,” she said absently as she scanned the book with a finger blackened from her writing.