Tainted Love

A magical girl confronts her enemy… only to find herself being corrupted and enjoying the changes

I typically only post one story a month, but the four I’m posting now are very short little things (like last month) so I’m dropping them all at the same time. Enjoy!

He eyed her as she approached, walking with the cocksure confidence of someone who knows they’re right.  That they’re always right.  That they always win.

 

As she came, he looked down to the wand she held to her side.  

 

She was a slim girl in a wide, pleated skirt, white button-down shirt, white stockings and a brown silk bow tying back her black hair. 

The Deep End

A young woman finds herself changing after ignoring her mother’s warning.

I typically only post one story a month, but the four I’m posting now are very short little things (like last month) so I’m dropping them all at the same time. Enjoy!

“Come on, Lucy!” Shirley giggled as she splashed in the pool.  “The water is amazing!”

 

Lucy sat on a plastic reclining chair at the edge of the pool.  She watched her friends swimming and laughing and desperately wanted to join them but her mother’s words echoed through her mind.

 

Lucy, listen, if there is one thing you do for me, ONE thing, stay away from water. 

A Welcome Guest

Two women explore an old attic and accidentally unleash a hungry demon

A super duper duper short little thing about a woman turning into a succubus and… modifying her friend in return. I’m posting three really short stories today, all around gender fluidity.
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Over 100 of my as yet unreleased stories can be found on my Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

The ancient attic smelled of dust, mold, books and rat shit.  Cindy waved her arms around to clear old spider webs as Jessica followed behind her.  

 

“This is the dumbest thing ever,” Jessica whined.

 

“Think of the adventure!” Cindy said in return. 

Begging For More

A man is made into a submissive bitch after mistreating the wrong young woman.

A super duper duper short little thing about a man turning into a slutty submissive weredog. I’m posting three really short stories today, all around gender fluidity.
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Over 100 of my as yet unreleased stories can be found on my Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

“You’re fucking crazy,” I tell him over the phone, running my fingers through my short, curly hair.

“You know what the great thing is, Brad?” I hear him ask.  He sounds pissed but also amused in a way.  “I don’t care what you think. 

(She) Wolf

A man finds more than just his gender changing…

A super duper duper short little thing about a man turning into a female werewolf. I’m posting three really short stories today, all around gender fluidity.
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Over 100 of my as yet unreleased stories can be found on my Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

His nerves throbbed like a second heartbeat as he knelt in his living room.  They thrummed, slowly at first and he groaned, shaking his head. 

Static buzzed in his ears, distracting him.  He pushed his palms against his head, rubbing his temples over and over.  The skin dragged on his palms, loose for a moment until they filled out, bulging away from his fingers and palm into paw pads.

A Wolf In Comfy Clothing

A simple, very very short story I put together on a whim for Pride Month! Not including the trans man werehyena story I wrote earlier this month on Patreon.

Sometimes bravery takes many forms.

He stared at himself. Swallowing while picking at the hem of his dress. His cheeks were bright red and he blushed more deeply while hiding his arms behind his back after noticing the dark hairs covering them. Sighing, bringing his arms around once more after staring at his hairy legs and realizing it didn’t matter. He looked away while lifting his dress, sliding a fingernail around the edge of the brief panties he wore.…

Beast of Burden Ch. 02

Early in the 17th century, the wife of an Ottoman is brought low by a curse

The thrilling conclusion!

An old commission for one of my patrons that was a lot of fun to work on – lots of historical details to research and try to integrate :)
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Over 100 of my as yet unreleased stories can be found on my Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

Dreams flowed through Emine’s mind as she wavered between wakefulness and sleep.  She felt disconnected from her body, frustrated with her inability to influence the images shuffling through her mind.  Her awareness was smothered by the remnants of her slumber.

Beast of Burden Ch. 01

The meal was eaten in silence but the barely repressed anger of the host filled the room as one harried servant took the place of many.

 

At the head of the table the host sat on a lowered, cushioned couch, his back utterly straight as he glared at his food.  Despite the small size of the room and the meager trappings, the meal itself was rich.  Plates of fruits lay in an elegant pattern between bowls of thick, rich stews.  Two long baskets of bread edged the table and a large pot of scented rice dominated the center.

 

Spiced coffee steamed to the side of the guest’s plate. 

A Close Companion

A young man hypnotizes and physically changes his female classmate
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Over 100 of my as yet unreleased stories can be found on my Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

As always, on the first day of one of these new events, I’m anxious.  I’m not good around people but I’ve been trying to get out more.  To put myself out there and make an effort.

 

My therapist says I’m doing well.  Even that was a difficult first step – seeing a therapist – but she’s kind and patient, even when it took a few sessions before I opened up.  I could go through the laundry list of issues that I think led to my problems but, ultimately, my mother kept me away from people. 

A New Familiar

The house is quiet but I know that won’t last.  My kid sister is home from college and she’s brought her roommate with her.  It’s okay since I’m not home much longer.  In fact, I’ll be gone quite a while but they don’t know that yet.

 

They – the anonymous “they” – always said that college would open doors for me but they never said what kind of doors.  Or to what dimension those doors would lead.

 

When I was a kid, I cracked my head good at the playground.  An exposed bolt beneath the slide that should’ve been covered.