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    “I think I found out how to get our old bodies back, Joe!” Oliver pleaded in desperation with his best friend “We just gotta find the candle!”  An annoyed look came over Casey’s face “Veronica, babe. I need you to stop insisting on this candle thing, it’s been making me worry about your sanity.” She put a hand on her friends shoulder reassuring “We’ve been girls our whole lives. I don't know what set this off bit you need help”  Oliver's head swam again.  It had been getting harder to talk to Joey for the past several weeks, he’d been insisting on pushing with this idea they’d always been this way and it was starting to make him worry for both of them.  Making them start to question who was the one losing their grip on reality.  “I..look, we just have to find the candle and letting it burn up all the wax and we’ll go back to being men, we just have to-”  “There isn’t any candle!” Casey said, her face slipping into anger. “Look, I set us up on ...

 Mark had a love of antiques, and he loved finding weird out of place things. He’d always been weird and out of place so he felt a strong kinship with these weird out-of-place things. Some of it he sold, some of it he didn’t. And In a couple of years after graduating high school, his apartment had turned into a weird mish-mash of themeless nick-nacks.  There was a part of him that did want the normal life, but he lacked a desire to date, and kind of was just coasting, hoping that perhaps fate would drop his perfect match into his lap.  Fate had something else in mind for him.  It was an unassuming lamp. Made out of shaped metal, with some very very basic electrical wiring spooled through it to plug into a socket. Something that looked...more ordinary than his usual fair, but...he wanted it. Something about it spoke to him.  This is what brought him to sitting in his weathered old armchair, rubbing it down with a dust cloth and some restorative solution ...

       The possession spell has been floating around the internet for years and years. And it was inevitable then that it would make its way into the hands of one Tanner Williams  Tanner was a workaholic who had very little free time. Every day he would get up at seven , go to work at a grocery store at around nine in the morning, work a full eight hours stocking food, drinks, and other assortments. He would work until four p.m. at which point he would clock out, come home, and research his work for his garden. At six p.m he would tend to the garden, trimming weeds, watering plants, picking veggies and fruits that had finally ripened and were ready to be plucked. He’d cook dinner for himself, his wife, and his fifteen-year-old son at seven, depending on the complexity of the meal he’d be serving dinner at around seven or eight p.m. He’d eat dinner with his family til then, spend time talking with his wife Helen, as he built a model plane in a shared hobby room...

 So breaking from the norm and putting the Author's note at the start.  As I said in the author notes in the last one this was originally the first version of the last story.  to put it bluntly, I'm not sure this story is even good, or at the very least I've had a lot of doubts about the construction of it. However, that said I also don't feel good about just letting it sit in my google drive gathering dust either.  It's an imperfect story with a lot of building and a rushed ending, but I think flaws and all someone might like it regardless.  Again though, no pictures. 

 Katie Wilmer had personally gone out of her way to make Toby’s life hell, and he’d finally had enough.      In elementary school, it was verbal teasing. In middle school, it was physically punching and slapping him in the hallways, and occasionally getting his male peers to beat him up. And then finally in senior year of high school, it was a combination of all that plus social ostracisation and worst? She’d somehow found out his secrets and outed him as a bisexual before he was ready, and worse yet? Somehow she’d wormed her way into getting his locker combination and left a high school cheerleader outfit inside it adding to Toby’s insecurities about their gender presentation.       Katie got everything she wanted and got away with even more. It made his blood boil, all he could think about was how much he wish he could have that life, and what he’d do in her position. Unfortunately, that was just idle fantasy, and he could do was cope in the one...

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...

Cody had finally found the secret to escaping the school principal and her pet alpha clique at school.  He purchased a book from a woman in his town that had promised him freedom for his friends and himself, in the book were so many incantations and rituals, and all sorts of ideas for how to finally get back at Alice and all her bitchy friends.  There were many ideas; turn them into cats and hand them to the animal shelter. turn them invisible, banish them from reality. every idea made his cock feel hard with the power he now wielded and yet nothing felt right enough for the kind of hell he wanted to inflict on the people who'd made life hell for himself and his friends.  The effort it took wasn't easy, strands of hair, ounces of sweat, bits of finger nails, but Cody had sacrificed dignity and effort acquiring these ingredients, mixing them with his various other ingredients to create a drink that bubbled with his evil intent.  And when he drank it, her body bubbled ...

 

 December 31, 2021.  I am the center of an orgy. Or a foursome...or however it is that delineation is determined. The cock sawing in and out of my pussy twitches and lights up my core with a tremulous heat of passion. The cum provides more lubrication for the next cock that I’ll accept inside me. And I am in ecstasy.  Every thrust in and out of my body sends ripples along my core, my tits bouncing as his hips meet mine and my songs of praise only muffled by the cock held in my mouth.   Somewhere, I am acutely aware that I’ve only had a pussy since christmas. January 1, 2021.  I bought a journal today from a thrift shop. With it I hope to improve myself over the next several days. I write at the first pages one goal “Be the Best I can be”  November 1, 2021 This I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve taken it up the ass at this glory hole. My muscles go wild as I flex my ass around the strangers meat, in appreciation I hear him grunt and in spite of the ...