Legal Issues – Chapter 3

A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property. Forces intervene and the woman changes.

Lynn sat up straighter as she looked down her stomach.  Subtle differences in how she saw her body told her that her breasts were different.  At 28 years old, she knew what she should see when she looked at herself.  Her mind picked out subtle differences in the shape and size of her body without relaying the specifics to her.  The effect was almost maddening.  Was she entirely certain they weren’t as full before?  Or whether they hung a little lower or bulged off the side of her body rather than sitting comfortably on her chest? …

Legal Issues – Chapter 2

A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property. Forces intervene and the woman changes.

I’m posting this as a test in changing my style and methodology. Rather than taking time to write the whole thing (probably roughly 12,000 words) I’m breaking it up into parts. I’m hoping this allows me to get things out faster while allowing me to take a little extra time to work on the separate pieces. Basically shortening my longer pieces for easier consumption.

Two hours later, alone at her desk, Lynn leaned back to rub her tired eyes.  She still felt rested but also distracted and restless and her eyes hurt from staring at spreadsheets and emails; numbers and letters swam on the screen in front of her. …

Legal Issues – Chapter 1

A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property.  Forces intervene and the woman changes. 

I’m posting this as a test in changing my style and methodology.  Rather than taking time to write the whole thing (probably roughly 12,000 words) I’m breaking it up into three parts.  I’m hoping this allows me to get things out faster while allowing me to take a little extra time to work on the separate pieces.  Basically shortening my longer pieces for easier consumption.  I hope to have part 2 finished tomorrow and part 3 (the end) finished Monday.

Shifting

So, there’s an artist I like on DeviantArt – wwbot (http://wwbot.deviantart.com/).  Yesterday he made a piece of art that I liked quite a lot:  http://www.deviantart.com/art/Shifting-427194669.  Today I apparently decided to write a story around it.  I meant to create just a little scene description for him to put under the image but I guess I can’t write short things well.  So, here’s a story for it.  “Shifting.”

“That’ll be $31.23.  Cash or card?”  The cashier asked.

“Oh, gosh, card.  Debit card.”  The young woman answered.  Around her, customers browsed and laughed and made lewd comments to each other while holding up various outfits. …

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.…

The Pact

Set against the backdrop of 1873, a young man learns the dangers of asking for your hearts desires.  For some forces and dark and enjoy the folly that follows such requests.  The young man’s wish comes with a heavy price that not only he must pay.

A single bead of sweat crept from beneath the band of Little Joe’s hat, burrowing through caked-on dirt until it worked itself down into a muddy afterthought.  The young man rubbed the back of his grimy hand against his cheek, smearing the streak and wiping away bits of dry earth.  He squinted up at the sun while he pushed the heavy plough behind the family’s old, tired draft horse. 

Sketch 02: Cat Toy

Gods are fickle things.  Fickle and numerous and given to flights of fancy.  Or, sometimes, fits of jealousy.  And then, rarely, a god will take interest in our world long enough to assert his or her or its influence on events.  Demons fear when a god looks askance at their doings and humans are frail things in comparison.

Frail and pliable things.

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Sandy scanned her computer’s monitor as her onscreen character huffed and chuffed, claws at the ready.  Bodies lay strewn around her character’s form and the semi-pixelated werewolf seemed to look for its own prey as Sandy moved it around the computer generated world. …

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.…

Testing Grounds – Literotica Variant

Sooo… apparently bestiality is a no-no on Literotica.  I’ve modified the story to mostly remove that part and hopefully it still makes sense.  If anyone cares to read it, I’m also included the modified chapter here.

May 23rd, 2057 11:24 am PST

Like a spy cloaked against its enemies, three small spiked shapes danced unnoticed by the neighboring cells floating in the culture dish.  Dimmed light from the monitor lit Dr. Campbell’s face while he watched the movement of the magnified sample.  Computers hummed in the darkened room, providing power to the algorithms that automatically tracked and recorded the specimens.

Dr.…

Testing Grounds – Chapter 1

Set in a near-future science-fiction story, a doctor makes a breakthrough in gene therapy that has world-changing applications.  Away from prying eyes, he tests his discovery on an unsuspecting young woman and documents her changes.

 

May 23rd, 2057 11:24 am PST

Like a spy cloaked against its enemies, three small spiked shapes danced unnoticed by the neighboring cells floating in the culture dish.  Dimmed light from the monitor lit Dr. Campbell’s face while he watched the movement of the magnified sample.  Computers hummed in the darkened room, providing power to the algorithms that automatically tracked and recorded the specimens.

Dr.…