A woman buys a cursed costume, infecting as she changes
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I’m three pages deep on Amazon and I still don’t know what to get for the party. I can’t wear one of the typical ‘slutty girl’ costumes and not just because it’s my first work party as an actual, functioning working adult. It’s just not my style. I’ll save those for girls with more self-confidence. Or more alcohol.
So, I close the tab and just do a basic search for a costume. After a bit of back and forth. I decide a onesie is probably my best bet. …
In the future, a young woman discovers her punishment as she begins to change
My arm is sore and I have a little bump at the injection site.
I hope the judge burns in hell.
The shuttle beeps behind me but I wave it away and the wing doors close while it rises from the ground with a heavy gust of downdraft that stirs the hem of my habit. It takes a moment for the main engine to kick on and then the wind dies and it accelerates above me. Even here, in the middle of nowhere, I can see the blinking red strobes of more shuttles flying in the distance.…
on puddles from the recent rain. Two
women shrieked and giggled as they moved away from the streets. A slick black sports car sped past, splashing
the sidewalk while the passenger yelled out an incoherent catcall. Its red tail lights scattered through the
drops of water. The night air smelled of
hot concrete, steam, food and the eclectic scents of young adults migrating
between clubs and bars.
Beth!” the taller of the two women said, pulling at her girlfriend’s
arm. Tipsy and thrown off balance, they
stumbled on their high heels and giggled again.
Re-posting the four stories from /r/gonewild separately.
A small young woman sets up a webcam stream on a different kind of /r/gonewild subreddit and soon finds herself changing as her milk comes in…
Mikela sighed as she closed her apartment door behind her. She brushed a loose strand of silver hair behind her ear as she kicked off her flats, freeing her aching feet. Her slim legs were hidden beneath dark stockings and the young woman sighed again, happily this time, as she worked her toes on the cool tile of her entryway.
Setting her large, heavy purse down beside the front door, Mikela rolled her shoulders and padded to the kitchen. …
How will each adapt to their new bodies and what will become of them?
Chapter 3 of 3. Christ. Uhh. Listen. I didn’t mean for the 4 girls part to be so long or so sex filled but, well, I mean, that’s what it’s supposed to be and trying to describe all four (and the other stuff that happens) just naturally takes a long time. Feel free to skim or to read it in parts. And I hope it came out okay.
Thanks for reading! I don’t know that I’ll do something like this again since it was mentally draining but I just wanted to put out a basic sexy bit of transformation without too much plot or … anything in it.
The changes continue as everyone struggles to adapt.
Chapter 2 of 3, apparently. I completely underestimated (some how?) how long this would be. Don’t worry, I have THREE of the FOUR story threads finished already. I suspect the 3rd and last chapter to be put out by Friday at the latest but more probably Wednesday.
Mikela smiled shyly as she slid her small hands along her sides and belly, slowly working her slim hips back and forth. She glanced quickly at her chat window and her smile deepened at the large list of users and the fast scrolling conversation window. Looking away again, she moaned, pulling at her shirt and skirt. …
Four separate groups of people visit the /r/gonewild subreddit to find it different. But, on sharing their pictures, they quickly find something else has changed as well…
Chapter 1 of 2. Once finished, I will probably take each POV and post them (on my website at hidden-shelf.com) as separate little chapters so you can read the individual streams instead of them jumping around.
“I think your brother looks really cute,” Hannah said, her eyes twinkling as she bounced her legs off the side of Emily’s bed.
“Ugh, no,” Emily told her, rolling her eyes. She ran her fingers through her short, black hair and leaned back against the wall. …