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Warning: this story is...very strongly questionable with it’s ethics in a way I feel worth bringing up at the front, while it doesn’t do anything out of the ordinary some of the words I choose to implement in the narration may make one squeamish.  -- Andrew flaunted around in front of the classroom mirror, luxuriating in the pleasure of his curvy body. The look of his tits, the softness of his skin, and the mischievous smile. He was addicted. And he loved it. And it terrified him sometimes.  He was acutely aware of the reality of his situation; he was being groomed. Mrs. Olivia had turned him into her assistant teacher, Ms. Amanda Kirkwood, to eventually replace her as the bitchy self-serving teacher at his high school. Eventually, this was going to be permanent. And it thrilled him and horrified him. And yet his body still buzzed with arousal as he felt the limitless potential in being Amanda.  The first time he’d felt the spell imposed on his young form it had been pain...

 Greetings true believers! We begin our story in a world much like ours, where something strange and exciting is about to unfold!  --- It had been a long long day for Ben, and the sight of someone in his room had officially capped off the evening as by far the least pleasant day he’d had.  He was epecting to be shot, or stabbed, or hell who knows what this dude could do since he’d snuck up into  his room on the second floor. However,  “Do you believe in the multiverse theory?”That's what the man in the grey jacket said to Ben with a calm voice.  Ben honestly found it hard to believe in anything these days, only a few years out of high school and stuck in a dead end job delivering pizzas while still iving with his family. He’d barely made it out of high school with a passing grade and he was voted most likely to...well..deliver pizza for the rest of his life.  It was an unpleasant life he’d lead, unpopular and generally having a hard time socialising fr...

  I'm supposed to care.  I'm supposed to be better than this.  I'm supposed to give a fuck about self preservation.  My friend caught the bimbo virus, and now there's a 50% chance that after I bust inside her as many times as I can and we pass out that my dick will go the exact same way his did.  But I can't care, I've never fucked a pussy this hot, or squeezes tits that good. or kissed lips that soft.  If Adrian was still in there he would be pissed off that I was taking advantage of him, but I know if it were flipped he'd have ripped our clothes off the minute he saw this sexy thing.  And honestly, I don't think I'll care if I lose when I bust either. 

 So a contest on Evie's discord was held and the greatest slut in the world won! And in reversal to the way the reward is normally done (Evie can't very well write her own reward now can she?) it was decided that she would present a request to various members of the discord to accept and write up.  And so here I am.  I hope you love it, Evie! 

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“Ohhh! Oh god please, stop! Stop I promise I’ll never cheat again!” Carl groaned as his tits grew larger, swinging roughly with each thrust into his ass “Please erica!” he cried, his mind was battered with every thrust, every slap of her hips against him shaking out a memory of his rapidly disappearing manly life. Erica laughed through the sound of the slaps of her hips meeting his ass, lust and hate burning together as she watched her ex’s ass and hips inflate as she pounded him. It had been days since Erica had seen walked in on her boyfriend fucking with, she’d seen the signs, but never expected Carl to be so brave as to fuck someone in their own bedroom. He didn’t see her. The Fucker. She’d spent the next days outside the house as much as possible travelling through a sex shop, the shop keeper saw her “I see your pain.” the keeper said “You want revenge. Let me get you what you need” It was an unsuspecting Dildo with a strap on harness. “Use this, you sound less like ...