non-anthro – The Hidden Shelf

Teacher’s Pet

Posted on November 4, 2023 by Heather Graham — No Comments ↓

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

Posted on October 1, 2023 by Heather Graham — No Comments ↓

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

Posted on September 2, 2023 by Heather Graham — No Comments ↓

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. …