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. …
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.…
Part 2 of 2. The woman’s changes continue as her mind slips further away and strong urges take their place.
Julia sat hunched at her desk. She was rocking back and forth slightly, her hips and ass flexing as she arched her spine slightly. The smell of the man from earlier wouldn’t seem to leave her.
The young woman panted lightly in her chair, lips occasionally pulling back to reveal slight fangs. She held the edge of her desk and rocked, pushing her ass back instinctively. She felt hot and hungry and her entire body ached. She’d been attracted to boys before and had even occasionally, shamefully wondered what sex was like. …
A newborn princess is given a gift by an old crone – a gift that expresses itself violently on her wedding day.
“And on this, the occasion of our daughter’s birth, we call forth the three fairies to be her godmothers. Wise beyond even their own years and powerful beyond our knowing, we offer our finest jewels to thee.”
The king stood atop the dais, arms raised. His staff of office was held in one hand with the other bare to show his good intentions. Before him, a select crowd of nobles and rich merchants applauded politely. The queen, so fresh from a harsh childbirth, smiled thinly from her seat next to her royal husband.…