TF and Feminization Erotica By Heather Graham
Noegenhed (https://twitter.com/noegenhed) continues his streak of absolutely incredible art with this piece of my character!
The changes were impossible to hold back as she imagined the dildo was a real wolf’s cock, plunging deep into her pussy
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It’s getting dark. Nearly time but I try to let it last as long as possible before I hide myself away. With my mom gone, I have the whole house to myself. And the, what’d the guy say that sold it? The partially finished basement down below where I plan to hide myself away.
It’s enough. I’m slowly learning to hold myself back. To not destroy everything around me. To not lose myself to it. So a simple basement is enough. It will be. I have this under control now.
Music helps so I lay here in my old bed with my college books on the floor around me and my phone feeding music to my headphones to try and calm me. …
“Come ooooon!” Bella crooned. She sat in the small dorm room she shared with her roommate. Her stomach was against the cheap, armless rolling chair she was able to afford and she spun lightly back and forth while facing her stubborn, shy friend.
“No, I really- I really don’t think it’d be a good idea,” Mia said. She sat at the edge of her bed on her grandmother’s handmade quilt, staring at her hands. Her pink nails stood out against her smooth, ebony skin as she rubbed her wrist slowly. The tips of her frosted, straight black hair tickled her neck and she reached back to run her fingers against her nape while glancing at the clock on her phone.…
From my Patreon! A wife cuts herself on a tooth hidden away in a peculiar shop and begins to change.
A sudden gust of wind swept through the city streets, dragging fall leaves in a frenzied dance. Veronica shivered, pulling her jacket close against her body and hiding her face in the faux sable fur lining the hood.
Traffic was nonexistent along the narrow street she walked and she couldn’t decide whether that was due to it being early afternoon on a Monday or the neighborhood being trashy. Still, her husband’s birthday was in two days and her mapping software swore there was a record store around here that she hadn’t visited before.…
…A certain artist discovers there’s a reason she’s drawn to werewolves in her art
Another of the free stories I created for my initial batch of patrons on Patreon!
You can find my page at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham
A cool new feature I added for $5+ tier is live writing. Y’all can watch in extreme boredom as I mangle the story in real time!
Also there (and nowhere else currently) are:
1. A poll based CYOA story that’s about to start!
2. A TG draft that I’m working on.
3. A short werewolf story with a lady cop and another woman
4. My first squirrel girl TF!
— Emily —
Lycanthropy comes with a unique set of changes, physical and mental. I think the physical ones are the worst. Not the obvious body changes, no. The hormonal ones. The urges and new desires.
It’s hard to control but you can learn to control it if you’re the right kind of person. Otherwise you go crazy from it.
Four years. Forty-eight months. Roughly one hundred and forty-four changes. Give or take. Fuck whoever that was on the mountain four years ago. Fuck him and his need.
But, by God, I understand it. The hunger. The heat. The heat more than anything once you get the beast under control.…
Just a little quick scene (not even a story, really) to keep my hand in on writing.
A husband learns of his wife’s and step-daughter’s curse and forced to join them.
The silence was palpable, marked only by the occasional clink of heavy silverware against stoneware plates.
Dave opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again. Not for the first time. He glanced at his wife but found her focused on her own food, seemingly oblivious to everything around her. Dave’s step-daughter, Jessica, shifted and huddled in her seat.
The young girl’s normally cheerful, bouncy personality seemed to have drained away. …
Three girls enter an ‘Escape The Room’ with a forest setting and find themselves changing to fit.
This was a commission from internmatt on Deviantart.
Jennifer sat in an overstuffed chair, staring at the faint cracks in the white leather. She settled her glasses on her nose out of nervous habit, awkwardly ignoring the other two girls in the room. Her arm stood out in stark contrast against the chair, her skin as dark as burnt mocha.
The young woman stole a quick glance at the other two girls – Emily and Madison – and then bent back down to picking at the lines in the chair. …
A simple, quick story of a male changing into a werewolf and, in turn, changing a woman. Bonus section at the end for a second woman.
Needed to write something quick and dirty so here you go! And, remember, since this is a sketch series, it’s just… you know. Basic. And I really really didn’t check for editing.
A single overhead light flickered and hummed far in the corner of the study area. Justin glanced up at it with an internal sigh before focusing back on his books and notes. He was grateful the small community college had a quiet room for students to study but he wished they kept it in better shape.…
A retelling of the absolutely brilliant horror movie ‘Cabin in the Woods’ with an altogether different ending. Chapter 4 of 4.
Silence filled the control room. Sitterson, Hadley and Truman stared at the monitor. They watched as the two werewolves rutted over the corpse. The two moved from the floor to the couch, tearing chunks out of the fabric and wood frame. They were hypnotized by the sheer feral fucking happening on screen. The lithe, smiling blonde from earlier in the day was replaced by a huge beast rutting with enthusiastic abandon.
“Are-” Sitterson said and then swallowed. “Are we recording this?”…