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This is the first TG story that I wrote, almost six years ago. I know it's rather unbalanced, simplistic and weird in a cheesy sort of way (hey! I was only a teenager), but I thought that maybe a few people out there might like it. [email protected] Wilma Wonker's Chocolate Factory By Vi My first job out of college was as a health and safety inspector for the city. It was a well paid job and, being a young, ambitious man, gave me the power I craved for. During the last few weeks of the summer, my boss gave me the papers to check out the Chocolate Factory at the edge of town. Apparently, we had finally got permission from the state to go and visit it. My manager said that it was a tough place to get into, so he wanted someone who could get the job done. As I had turned down bribes from some big corporations during my months with city hall he decided that I would be the perfect choice to visit the factory. I was excited to say the least. You see, the place was of great interest to the rest of us health inspectors, mainly because of the stories that existed about the factory and its flamboyant owner Wilma Wonka. The factory was a very impressive sight. A huge pink wall surrounded the compound with an enormous set of solid gold gates that silently swung open as I drove in. The actual factory looked like a cross between the Disney castle and a box of candy, all in bright colours and wondrous shapes. I couldn't help whistling to myself as I gazed in awe around me. I parked my car and made my way to the visitors reception. Once inside I was greeted by the receptionist, a petite woman who must have been a little over four feet tall. She was very pretty and apart from her size she would not have piqued my curiosity further, except that she had orange skin and her hair was bright green. Her delicate features were a cross between oriental, asian and western. She wore a strange short brown dress with matching stripey tights. With a voice that sounded like music, she told me that Ms Wonka would arrive shortly to escort me around. She also gave me a set of silvery overalls to change into, saying that my business suit would contain too much bacteria to wear around the plant. I ducked into one of the changing rooms and dressed in the strange overalls. They fitted snugly to my wrists, neck and ankles but were baggy and loose everywhere else. Stepping out of the changing room I was confronted by a woman who could only be Wilma Wonker. She wore a bright pink top hat, a yellow velvet jacket, purple lycra cat suit and carried a walking stick that looked as if it was made out of striped candy. The rumours I'd heard said that she was in her late fifties but Ms Wonka didn't look any older than thirty to me. In fact to me she was positively beautiful with her long red hair a full lips. As I stood there mouth agape, she carefully looked me up and down, a wry grin on her face. "So you're our health inspector." She smirked "I never expected them to send us one so young and handsome." I cleared my throat and told her that I was fully capable of checking her factory and would not easily be swayed by flattery. Her smirk became a knowing smile. "Really? Well, in that case I'll give you the special tour." And with that she clicked her fingers and lead me, my clipboard in hand, into the production area. The first room was brightly lit with a big conveyor belt running through the middle. More of the little orange ladies were gathered around it, carefully wrapping the candy that flowed along it into brightly coloured paper and putting them into boxes. I questioned Ms Wonka about the exotic looking women. "They're Oompa Loompas." She replied. "Excellent workers. Come from Loompaland you know. They also sing." I told her that I had studied geography at college and had never heard of Loompaland. She laughed and said that very few people had. I marked down on my clipboard that illegal immigration might want to check this place out when I was finished. The next stop on the tour was an enormous green house. Ms Wonka leaned on her candy cane swung her arm around the whole room. "This is where we grow our candy." Although the scope off the place was impressive, I had my doubts. Growing Candy? I didn't think so. The room was at least one hundred meters square, and filled with what looked like short grass. There was a large chocolate lake in the middle, surrounded by palm trees made of jello that reached almost to the glass ceiling. Dozens of Oompa Loompas were busying about picking butterscotch flowers and cupcake weeds. Bending down I pulled up some grass and soil. The soil tasted like peanut butter and the grass of sugar. I looked up startled at my discovery. "Yes it is real." Nodded Ms Wonka as if predicting my next question. "Let's move on." Before we left I made a few notes about safety. There was no safety barrier around the lake and it looked as if it had a very strong current. That was very dangerous. I contentedly wrote this down and followed Ms Wonka to a small golden boat moored by a tunnel at the edge of the lake. The boat was made of solid gold and looked as if it should sink. It's crew were Oompa Loompas, all dressed in cute little sailors outfits. None wore life jackets. Ms Wonka stepped onto the deck and sat down on a wide, red velvet seat. Crossing her long legs she patted the seat next to her. "Come along. Don't be scared." With a snort I hopped onto the boat and sat down next to her. She clicked her fingers and the crew cast off steering the boat into the dark tunnel. Huge bellows at the back of the strange boat started pumping and we quickly gained speed. At this point the Oompa Loompas started singing and began paddling the boat. There's no earthly way of knowing, Which direction we are going, There's no knowing where we're rowing, Or which way the river's flowing, Soon your clipboard you'll be showing, If it's damning you'll be growing, Then you're movement will be slowing. Once the juices are a flowing. If your report it is not glowing. Until then we'll keep on rowing, I wondered what they were singing about as we zoomed through the dark tunnel towards the speck of light at one end. I could not judge our speed, but it was fast, very fast. None of us had any safety harnesses or life preservers. I squinted through the darkness and made some more notes. I could see Ms Wonka looking at my report and quickly snatched it away. She merely smiled knowingly. The boat slowed as we left the tunnel and coasted to a halt next to a small jetty. The Oompa Loompas jumped off of the boat and moored us to the side. Ms Wonka lead me through some big golden doors into a long corridor with a plush gold trimmed carpet. I enquired as to were they got all their gold from. She told me they had golden eggs laid and then melted down, to make all this. After all I'd seen so far, that didn't surprise me as much as it should. Two more golden doors were at the end of the corridor with a big red sign above it reading 'Top Secret'. Two Oompa Loompas wearing cute looking medieval armour and carrying what looked like ray guns stood guard outside. Ms Wonka clicked her fingers and the doors swung open. I followed her inside, marking down possible threat of unregistered weaponry. The next room was a huge laboratory filled with clanking and whirring machinery. Women that looked like super models were monitoring strange looking experiments. They too carried clipboards, but wore dark blue lycra cat suits under white lab coats. They wore their hair up and most finished off the scientist look by wearing glasses. "This is where we develop all of our new confectionery." Said Ms Wonka proudly as I made more notes. No safety goggles, no sign of any fire safety equipment, I had enough dirt on this place to close it down. Smugly I looked around at these beautiful women. I had the power to put them out of work. It gave me a rush. Suddenly one of the women snatched away my clipboard and handed it to Ms Wonka. I immediately protested and demanded that it be returned. Ms Wonka simply held up her hand as if to silence me. "So you want to close down my factory do you?" She said with obviously mock surprise. I stood up straight and replied that I would recommend that the factory be closed as, in my opinion, it was unsafe. She looked at me sternly. I asked for my clipboard back, saying that I had not finished my report. Then she smiled and said that she would be happy to continue showing me around. I was quite startled at her agreeing to carry on with the tour, but tried not to show it. The fact she was willing to continue with the tour puzzled me. Just then one of the scientists walked over carrying a silver plate with a small piece of chewing gum on it. "Here's the latest in our chewing gum meals line." She smiled. Ms Wonka gestured to me to try it. I was amazed that a piece of chewing gum could contain a whole meal and tentatively popped the piece of gum into my mouth. As I started chewing I could taste, Tomato soup! It was actually hot and, I could feel the soup running down my throat. I commented on how great it tasted and noticed that several of the scientists had gathered around to listen. Then the main course came. It was roast beef and potatoes! I couldn't believe how real it tasted. Next came the dessert. It was blue berry pie with cream. The blue berries were the juiciest I'd ever tasted. There certainly was a lot of juice coming from the gum, but it tasted wonderful. I'd just told them all how delicious it was, when I started to feel strange. Sort of bloated. "He's at stage one." Commented one of the scientists. "Look he's turning blue." Nodded another. I looked at my hands. They were blue! I gasped and asked what was happening too me. I mumbled that I felt funny and bloated. The girls giggled and replied that they weren't supprised. Touching my hands to my face I felt that my lips were plumper and my cheeks rounder. I heard a sound like stretching rubber and looked down only too see my belly start to expand. I gradually began to fill out my silver suit. Shocked, I cried for help as my sides ballooned out and my groin pushed forward. "Relax. We're filling you up with blueberry juice." Said Ms Wonka in a bored tone as she examined her purple fingernails. My arms and legs were getting plump now, as I continued to swell, causing me to widen my stance. A scientist stepped forward and prodded my now spherical torso, as if to see how full I was getting. I looked around in panic as my chest came into contact with my chin. My limbs slowly widened as I continued ballooning outwards, my silver overalls starting to get tight. Eventually I was a huge silver orb, with only my head and little blue hands and feet sticking out. "He's full." Confirmed one of the scientists as she ran her hand over my drum tight body. Ms Wonka produced a small tin flute and blew a few notes on it. Half a dozen Oompa Loompas appeared. "Roll this young man down to the juicing room." Ordered Ms Wonka. Without a word the little orange women gathered around, looking puzzled about how to move the human sphere before them. Then they started doing a strange little march around me and began to sing. Oompa loompa doompety do, Lot's more changes will happen to you. Oompa loompa doompety de, So if you are wise then you'll listen to me. You're closing us down like a snake in the grass, so we'll give you a cleavage and widen your ass. We'll sort out your hair and we'll make it all long, Then you'll know that you-were-wrong, And you will be one of us, Oompa loompa loompety da, Given good manners you will go far, You will live in happiness too, like the Oompa Loompa's doompety do. I glanced about nervously and tried to move, but could only manage a few waddling steps before two of the girls caught me. They then stepped away and signalled the others to roll me onto my back. I tried to protest but all I could do was flap my hands and wiggle my feet. The Oompa Loompas then swung me around and began rolling through another set of golden doors and down a corridor. It was hard to judge how long they rolled me through the factory, but finally we reached the juicing room. The juicing room was filled with huge pumps and vats containing strange colour liquids. Steam hissed from pipes as dozens of Oompa Loompas hurried about opening valves and turning wheels. I was rolled into the centre of the room and tilted forward. Two orange girls walked forward and opened a flap on my suit, exposing my swollen nipples. They then attached two long transparent tubes from a large pump to them. I nervously asked them what they were doing. "We need to squeeze the juice out of you before you explode." Interjected Ms Wonka as she appeared from behind me and bent down level with my face. "It's a fairly simple operation. You might even enjoy it." She clicked her fingers and the Oompa Loompas started raising and lowering the bellows with a hunka hunka noise. A sucking sensation began on my nipples and I let out a groan. More of the little orange ladies appeared at my sides and began gently squeezing me. I groaned more loudly this time and juice began flowing from my nipples. My eyes widened at the realisation of what was happening. Ms Wonka saw this and gave the order to speed up the process, a wry grin on her face. I bit my lip as another wave of pleasure hit me. The sucking sensation grew more intense and I was squeezed harder. More and more juice was squeezed out of me and soon I was able to stand, with only the pumps emptying me. My rotund figure quickly diminished and soon I was slim again. I even felt a little sorry when two Oompa Loompas came and removed the pipes then began helping me out of the baggy overalls. Something, however didn't feel right as I stood there naked. I instinctively tried to cover my genitals, and then froze. My dick was gone! I let out a shriek (and it was a shriek. My voice sounded higher). I started to panic. What had they done to me? I took a deep breath and then looked down at my altered body. My skin had changed from a deep blue to a pale purple, but what concerned me more was my gender. I was now a woman! Ms Wonka looked me up and down with an approving eye. "Oh maybe I should have said. The blueberry juice has a tendency to latch onto male hormones, characteristics, that sort of thing, and when we suck it out, they come along with it. So I'm afraid you're a she now and not a he anymore. Still, in my opinion you look better this way." She smiled, and stepped forward to stroke my cheek. I snapped my face away and looked up at her realising that I was shorter as well, by at least 8 inches. Suddenly, I felt very vulnerable and afraid. My lip started to quiver and tears welled in my eyes. "There, there, my dear." Comforted Ms Wonka as I started crying. "You'll feel better when we've finished your transformation. I guarantee it." Sobbing I told her that I was happy being a man and wanted to be changed back. She smiled, handing me her handkerchief. Apparently that it was too late for that now, my maleness was already being used to make big belch blue berry soda pop. Besides, this way I wouldn't be able to close down her factory. My boss wouldn't believe that I had become a skinny, lilac coloured woman. But I must not worry about that, I had a big future ahead of me. I didn't like the way she said 'big' and shivered. She blew a tune on her flute and instructed a couple of Oompa Loompas to get me covered up, she would meet us in the balancing room. The two, (now not so small women) escorted me, still snivelling, to a small changing room. The cubicle was tiny and through my tears I saw my reflection in a full length mirror. My body looked so fragile and weak as I stood there, shaking with tears. I wanted to look away, but for some reason, probably curiosity, I gazed on. I was very skinny, like one of those ill looking super models, with tiny hands and feet to match. My breasts were two small, barely noticeable bumps and the space between my legs now housed a vagina. Wiping away my tears I stepped forward and examined my face. Gone was the lean, masculine face that I knew so well, replaced by that of a girl. A pretty, girl. My new face was round and soft with plump lips and big blue eyes. My short hairstyle seemed out of place on such a feminine head, particularly as my skin was lilac. Tentatively I touched my face. My skin felt so soft and smooth. Although still distressed, I also felt amazed and repulsed, both at the same time. My emotions were all over the place. Just then a strange looking garment was pushed under the cubicle door. Holding it up I found it to be a short white slip, made of a substance like lycra. Pulling it on I found it to be a poor fit, hanging off my thin frame like a potato sack. Once dressed the Oompa Loompas escorted me, still dazed, to the balancing room. I was starting to get to grips with what was going on by the time we reached the balancing room. Ms Wonka stood in the center of a stark white room that reminded me of a beauty parlour. The place looked so immaculate, it could so easily have been a dream. It wasn't. A team of Oompa Loompas, all in matching white dresses stood attentively behind Ms Wonka, as if waiting for her orders. "Our guest is here," said Ms Wonka to her staff "sit her down and begin with the next stage." I tried to resist but was too weak. The Oompa Loompas strapped me into a kind of barbers chair, that secured my wrists and ankles. When this was done, they began wheeling trolleys containing strange looking equipment over to me. Ms Wonka came over to lean on the chairs headrest. She calmly explained, what was happening next. "When we sucked out your maleness, we didn't get it all. That's why you're still lilac. But also we need to balance your hormone levels now and make your body stable. We'll also sort out your hair and give you a check up. So relax." I strained in the seat but soon felt exhausted and gave up. The chair was tilted back and the next thing I new, my hair was being washed. My legs were slowly spread, and with a gasp, I felt something cold being inserted into my vagina. Shocked, I realised that I was probably getting a gynaecological examination. More Oompa Loompas appeared at my hands and feet and began giving me a manicure, whilst others rubbed lotions into my arms and legs. Another popped a large pill into my mouth, which I reluctantly swallowed. My scalp began to tingle as the little orange ladies washed my hair, making me feel a little drowsy. As they continued my preparation the little ladies began to sing. Oompa loompa doompety do, We've got more surprises for you. Oompa loompa doompety de, And when we are finished so happy you'll be. As we are singing you're becoming quite dumb, But all that will concern you is the size of your bum. Soon you'll forget who you used to be, And instead be a big and buxom Bar-bie, This will make you very glad, Oompa loompa loompety da, If you're obedient you will go far, You will live in happiness too, like the Oompa Loompa's doompety do. The probe was removed from my pussy and my ankles were unfastened. Drowsily I watched as the Oompa Loompas slipped a pair of white pantyhose up my slim legs, pausing momentarily as they lifted me and then slid them around my ass. Although opaque, I could just make out my now purple toe nails through the nylons. They felt sort of nice. Just then I heard a roaring noise in my ears, but realised it was a hair dryer, blowing my hair. My long blonde hair! After a few more finishing touches the straps were undone and I was helped to my feet. Two Oompa Loompas scurried forward with a full length mirror. I looked at my reflection a feeling of dread hit me. I was a pretty 21 year old baby doll, with my long blonde hair tied in two bunches. My skin was a healthy pink and my eyes a deep blue. Half of me was disgusted. The other half sort of thrilled. What was happening to me?! "You're not finished yet." Stated Ms Wonka and beckoned me through another doorway. I hitched up my tights and followed. We walked down another plush corridor to an enormous elevator that took us high into the factory's upper levels. I had to keep pulling up the pantyhose as they continuously slipped off my narrow hips. Once out of the elevator we entered the 'rounding room', which, Ms Wonka informed me was devised after she had seen some of the skinny super models on a Paris catwalk. I would try out the new candy called 'square sweets that make you look round' before they did. I liked the fact that in a way, I was being compared to fashion models. The room was full of balloons of all shapes and sizes. Some floated in the air others covered the floor. We pushed our way through the balloons, until we reached a large silver machine that stood in the centre of the room. Two scientists were working on the machine. Ms Wonka asked for a piece of the candy and then gave it to me. I looked at it dubiously remembering the chewing gum that had started off my transformation. But what else could they do to me? I slowly put the sweet into my mouth and began to suck. The sensation was quite nice. A kind of warm feeling down my back and legs. I rolled the piece of candy about in my mouth, a little self conscious at the attention Ms Wonka and her scientists were giving me. Then it started to happen. I was aware of the pantyhose starting to feel tighter around my calves, and hastily glanced at my hands to see if I was turning blue again. I wasn't. But I was growing again. Although in a different way. My legs were becoming rounded and shapely whilst my hips grew wider and wider. My butt gradually expanded , filling my tights out nicely. My short white slip began clinging to my now plentiful hips and accentuating my huge ass. Strangely, I quite enjoyed what was happening to me. When the process finished, I had become a curvaceous, pear shape. Rather well toned too. I couldn't resist running my hands over my new hips and ass, and neither could Ms Wonka! "That's much better," she said, patting my butt "Still, you're rather bottom heavy at the moment. You need evening out. You need a schozcumber or two." Before we left, one of the scientists produced a pair of white, strappy sandals. They were really pretty and matched my outfit. Carefully I slipped my dainty feet into them. The sandals had two inch heels on them, but I had no trouble walking in them. They felt sort of natural and even added a wiggle to my walk. We arrived at what I guessed was the staff canteen. It was coloured pink with white tables and chairs filling the room. Sitting down made me realise just how big my butt was. Ms Wonka said that I'd need to buy a 'Buns of Steel' workout video. I giggled. When we were seated an Oompa Loompa appeared to take our order. Ms Wonka ordered a salad for herself and ordered me a schnozcumber. The waitress took our order before hurrying off into the kitchen. She quickly returned with two plates. On one the salad on the other my schnozcumber. The schnozcumber was apparently a Loompaland delicacy that had to be specially imported. The fruit was the size and shape of a cucumber, but the same colour and texture as a plum. It gave off an inviting odour. I licked my lips in anticipation, as if waiting obediently for Ms Wonka's word to begin eating. I think she sensed this and deliberately made me wait as she tucked her napkin under her chin. When she told me to begin. I carefully lifted the fruit with both hands and touched it with the tip of my tongue. Mmmmm. It tasted good. I began to lick it like a lollipop, but I needed more. I opened my mouth wide and took the end of the schnozcumber in. That was much better. I slowly began working it in and out between my lips, sucking harder and harder. The juice began to flow. This was starting to make me feel horny. Then I suddenly realised that I was giving this fruit a blow job, and loving it! I wrapped my tongue around the juicy fruit as I began moaning. "Enjoying yourself?" asked Ms Wonka. All I could manage was a mumble, my mouth full of schnozcumber. With one last suck the fruit seemed to deflate, and shrivelled down to a piece of plum coloured skin. I was breathing heavily and leaned back in the chair. I was thinking how much I'd enjoyed the schnozcumber when I felt a tightness in my chest. I looked up at Ms Wonka, who must have known what I was thinking. "Like I said, you're too bottom heavy. Time to even you out." Now I could feel a tingling sensation beginning, making my nipples stand on end. Then like two balloons I began to grow tits. Slowly they pushed forward, getting rounder and heavier as they grew. I cupped them in my hands, pleased that I was growing breasts. They finished growing and I looked down at my lovely new tits. They were about the size of apples. I smiled at Ms Wonka who nodded to my right. Turning I saw the waitress with two more juicy looking schnozcumbers. I licked my lips and began again. By the time we left the restaurant, I had a pair of magnificent melon sized boobs. I even needed to lean slightly backwards to balance my new chest. This caused my tits to sway as I walked. I needed a bra! A big one! Eagerly I asked Ms Wonka what she was going to do to me next. She replied that she had finished with my transformation and was quite pleased with her handiwork. But that I had lots more to do for her factory. I said I was willing to do anything she wanted. It occurred to me that I wouldn't have felt the same way a few hours ago. But that was before I was a busty blonde. An hour later I had been squeezed into a swimsuit and sat on a mock up beach licking a huge round popsicle. Oompa Loompas took photos of me as I lazed under the hot lights in seeming ecstasy, licking the new line of Wonka candy. The advert appeared all over the world, with the slogan "Big, round and beautiful. Who could resist it?" Apparently no one. Sales soared and I went on to model in more than a dozen adverts. I loved being a celebrity, although I never left the factory. Ms Wonka told me that the process of transformation had lowered my I Q by about thirty points, so I was no use to her as a scientist. But my new "assets" made me an ideal model. I had trouble remembering how clever I used to be so I didn't mind. Soon my whole life was about looking pretty. I now spend hours doing aerobics and yoga to help keep my body firm and round. Although not too much, I don't want to be all muscley (Eewwww. Gross). I'm now an expert on skin care and makeup. I love all of the pretty clothes that they make me wear. But I do know that this won't last forever. When I spoke to Ms Wonka, she told me not to fill my pretty head with such thoughts. "When you're too old to model for us, we'll just make a few small changes to your body and you can go and work in the department that produces our golden eggs." she told me. Mmmmmm. That sounds like fun. I wonder what I'd have to do? End.

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Welcome to this adventure, new reader. Here. A little bit of backstory: Sammy’s Sweets. To the town of Loker, it was a name synonymous with incredible treats and sweets that defied logic. Bubble gum that could actually lift the chewers up the bigger a bubble was blown. Ice cream that could be eaten frozen, not be messy if it was melted, and even get baked into a fluffy cake. Lollipops that changed the colors of the eater’s lips and tongue. They were practically miraculous. However…one day,...

Fetish
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Feminization Factory

Feminization Factory By Jennifer White I grew up in a small town in the middle of the country, where you either took up farming, worked in the one and only local factory, or you left. I had no desire to work as hard as a farmer does, for so little money, but I couldn't afford college. So I ended up working at the plant, which still employed a few hundred people. TriCounty was a small local company, which had made quality clothes for three quarters of a century. There had been...

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Visit to the Stable Factory

Journeying down the motorway on a cold November night was Steve Watson and his 15 year old son Tom Journeying down the motorway on a cold November night was Steve Watson and his 15 year old son Tom. They were driving in Steve?s Lexus saloon car at a moderate speed upon arrival at there destination. Tom was slouched in the front seat, smoking a cigarette whilst hanging his arm out the window, feeling the breeze as it sprayed past him. The air was cold yet satisfying. Tom knew today he was...

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Carol And The Garment Factory

I stood outside the building near the curb as the silver Audi pulled up. I opened the door and squeezed into the confines of the little TT coupe, hearing Carol giggle as I struggled into my seat. "Buckle up, Big Guy," she warned as she sped away. "Did you enjoy your dinner with Ms. Reebeck on Friday night?""Very much," I laughed. "That's quite the condo she has.""Yes, it's a beautiful place," she agreed. "You will be spending a fair amount of time there, I suspect.""That's fine...

Group Sex
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The Pussy Factory

All Jeff could think about was HOT, WET, GLISTENING, PUSSY as he walked the streets of his small town. Although he considered himself an average guy with an average sex drive. He absolutely had this thing for cunts. He would be perfectly content is SUCK, LICK, FINGER, and SMELL pussy 24 hours a day. His prick always gets hard just thinking about it. Being single and currently without a girlfriend this was very much a dilemma in his "average" life. Sometimes Jeff wondered why he...

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bimbo doll factory

The Doll Factory BY ADMIN ON MARCH 8, 2009 · 2 COMMENTS f***ed Mind Control Author: Mr. Pink Elizabeth woke not with a start but with a moan. Her head was aching as if a Sherman tank was parked inside her skull Where am I? she thought to herself . As if she was answering her own question her memories of last night returned. It was the last night before she left for her backpacking trip to Canada, there was no food in the empty flat so she was going to drive to the nearest Macdonald’s for...

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bimbo doll factory

The Doll FactoryBY ADMIN ON MARCH 8, 2009 · 2 COMMENTSforced Mind ControlAuthor: Mr. PinkElizabeth woke not with a start but with a moan. Her head was aching as if a Sherman tank was parked inside her skullWhere am I? she thought to herself .As if she was answering her own question her memories of last night returned.It was the last night before she left for her backpacking trip to Canada, there was no food in the empty flat so she was going to drive to the nearest Macdonald’s for dinner. As...

4 years ago
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The Factory

This is the first story I've written for Fictionmania. It probably won't turn you on. But then again, it might. Who knows? Okay, explanation time. I am transsexual. However I am also a transvestite of sorts, which apart from causing me the occasional head-fuck means that I enjoy reading FM. However, I do find myself quite bemused by a lot of the plot devices present in the stories here; most particularly those, which focus on the protagonist being turned into some item of...

4 years ago
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Chocolate

Chocolate ChocolateBy Darqside Cheryl was what you?d call ?Strictly Business? and seldom ever wanted to deal with the likes of the Production aspects of Kay?s Confections, formerly a simple candy store now turned into a big corporation.? She always wore the same drab colored suits day in and day out; just so that people were reminded she had no intention of not being taken seriously. Cheryl?s job was supposed to involve Sales and Marketing, as well as to perform as acting Head of the...

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The Chocolate Rose

Now. Prince Arrik peered out of the Palace tower window, his breath misting on the thin diamonds of window glass. As far as the eye could see, and he could see a long way over the flat terrain from this high up, the ground lay white in a thick layer of freshly-fallen snow. More thick soft white flakes gently floated down from a still leaden sky. His mother had forecast the snowstorm yesterday, so he shouldn’t have been surprised. The Queen was so wise and he had yet to learn such...

4 years ago
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Chocolate and Hockey

What do chocolate and hockey have to do with each other? A good question. They both have to do with sex. WHY CHOCOLATE IS BETTER THAN SEX 1) We don’t have to beg for chocolate. This proves nothing. We can get sex without begging. Ask Eve. Let’s just not get like Mrs. Marabel Morgan who wrote “Total Woman.” Wear Saran Wrap to greet your hubby after his hard day at the office. Imagine how sticky you’d feel plastered in plastic! We didn’t have to beg our brother who maybe wasn’t romantic...

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The Chocolate Rose

There is no sex, it is a soppy romantic fairy story for adults wanting to warm the cockles of their heart. ***** Now Prince Arrik peered out of the Palace tower window, his breath misting the thin plate glass. As far as the eye could see, and he could see a long way over the flat terrain from this high up, the ground lay white in a thick layer of freshly-fallen snow. More thick soft white flakes gently floated down from a still leaden sky. His mother had forecast the snowstorm yesterday, so...

1 year ago
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Chocolate and Stockings

I was the first to arrive at the beautiful looking cottage I had booked on the Northumberland coast. It was near the village of Longhoughton not far from Alnwick and was perfect for the weekend we had planned. I backed the car up the drive and opened the door to have a look round. I had been assured it was luxurious and it certainly was, and immaculately clean. I went back to the car and unloaded my weekend bag and the speciality shopping. It took about fifteen minutes and everything was set so...

2 years ago
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Chocolate Feast

It was a delicate balance, the temperature and texture of the chocolate I was preparing to pour over his cock. It wasn’t really something I was prepared to get wrong, so I worked carefully, meticulously. Of course I had to test and taste it often, but one has to make sacrifices for true art. I gently warmed the thick cream in a double boiler with a stick of cinnamon, carefully avoiding bringing it to the boil. The chips of dark Lindt chocolate melting in the cream took on a warm gloss as they...

Straight Sex
3 years ago
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Baby Factory

Baby FactoryDarla jumped for joy at the positive test result. Right there in front of her was the delightful little â+â mark showing that she was finally carrying the little bundle of joy she had been trying for for several years.Bluntly put, Darla was a slut.A prostitute by profession, she humped as many guys as possible, as often as possible, and insisted on no condoms, ever. She had obsessed about pregnancy since going through puberty years before, but nothing ever seemed to work. Now, at...

3 years ago
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Chocolate Tastes Better On A Dick

Hi I am Roy again I am going to tell you a true story, we live in a flat and there are many flats in a building, there are many sexy aunties and beautiful girls and nice kamwalis around, I have fucked 3 girls, 6 aunties and 12 kamwalis out of them, I will tell you about them one by one so put your hand in your pants / skirls / Salwar / Ghaghra and relax and have a nice time reading my stories. This story is of my neighbour’s daughter (elder one), when we moved into our own flat, we had a...

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How Chocolate Can Make It Happen for a Young Girl

That was the first time he got to watch Beth in her first bikini. As he looked around at some of the other girls, a couple of them had their tops fly off their tits because of the force of the wave, instantly causing him to stare with obvious excitement. But, being the pervert that he was learning to be, he elected to experiment and he had Beth stand just right, and the same thing happened to her....

3 years ago
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Gabriellas Dark Belgian Chocolate

Gabriella winced as she tried to cross the street. There was a light at the center of Westport Road and Pennsylvania, but the sidewalks were full of young women of all sizes in all manner of dress. The young men driving by never seemed to keep their eyes on the road; and certainly not on the one light above the intersection. She had gone back to her car to get some more boxes of chocolate. She had run out earlier than she was used to. She had a small shop she had inherited from her parents...

4 years ago
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Ice and Chocolate

Hey peeps, Rahul here to welcome you back to my stories. I hope you all enjoyed reading the most recent story. I invite you to read as well. Thank you so much for your love and support. I have a sincere request for everyone before I begin the story. Please stop requesting the females’ contact information or private information about them. Many messages recently have asked me to set up with available girls. Let’s begin the story without further ado. This story is about a reader and me having a...

2 years ago
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How Chocolate Made It Happen for the Other Twin

As mentioned, Lisa’s mother dropped her off and you could tell by the look on her face, she was still upset. Uncle Mike opened the door and let the very attractive girl enter his house, still talking to his sister-in-law through the screen door, obviously still agitated. As she passed him, he noticed her long blonde hair, was gathered in a decorative scrunchie and she was dressed in a short skirt with a sheer blue blouse that showed off a matching sports bra she had worn underneath. . . as...

3 years ago
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Chocolate

‘MMM, that was delicious’, I said, as she hangs our coats and I flip on a few lights in the house. ‘I love sushi’, she exhales, as if reminiscing a childhood pet. It’s the time of night for some of the more routine things in our relationship like feeding the fish, clearing any scattered dishes, loading them in the washer and closing the various drapes. I notice the box of Godiva chocolate resting on top of the wine rack and grab it before flipping off the light and heading the bedroom. ‘I...

3 years ago
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Hot Chocolate

I can’t stop myself. I admit it. I love chocolate and I want it, all the time. That’s how I wound up at the truffle shop, even after a great dinner at one of the top restaurants in town. And that’s where I met him. It started out simply. I was staring at the truffles, trying to decide which one, or ones, I wanted. Not easy, because I wanted them all. ‘They all look so good, don’t they?’ a man’s voice said. I looked up and saw a pleasant smile lighting up a boyish male face. He wasn’t young,...

3 years ago
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Chocolate Pussy

© Feb 2003 Write a story about chocolate he said - 'Gee thanks Ray!' I looked at the email he'd written and thought again to myself 'Jeez - I don't do chocolate - how the blazes do I write a story about it? Hell! I know we writers are supposed to have dirty minds and all that jazz but chocolate - c'mon fella!' And I put it to the back of my mind. Except it wouldn't go away. I kept thinking back to 'The Experiment'. That was chocolate. That was sex. Boy was that sex - oh yes...

2 years ago
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The Chocolate Fountain

He walked into the room… an air about him struck her immediately. He was unlike any of the other Masters ~ quiet, observing all that was going on in the room. She whispered to one of her sisters ‘who is that handsome Master that just entered?’ Her friend whispered that he was an occasional visitor there… every time, he did the same thing ~ sits on a chair, looks around the room, keeps his comments to himself, almost expecting to find something that sparks his interest, and if nothing does, he...

3 years ago
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Chocolate is a girls best friend

Chocolate, I thought as I headed home on my bicycle. I was craving chocolate, something that wasn’t uncommon. Usually, it was the only thing I was craving, but there was something else now too. An orgasm.I was a virgin, but I’d learned the pleasures of masturbation long ago. With my eighteen years, I’ve had experience with orgasms for.. two years. That would be about right. At times I pleased myself daily, or multiple times a day. Other times it was once a week.Now? It was definitely a day of...

Masturbation
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Cajeta y Chocolate Caramel and Chocolate

Naomi had only been working at the restaurant for a few weeks, but she had already felt like it might not work out. At twenty years old and a student at the local university, she only found the job to help finance her last year of school as an international business major. It’s not as if Naomi didn’t like her job; the customers were nice and tipped well and she received good shifts to work. Also, the staff and her co-workers were friendly to work with as well, maybe except one. Chef and owner...

Interracial
3 years ago
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Sweet like chocolate

Fifteen minutes. My bedside clock counts down faster than I want it to. Was it too late to cancel? Probably. You want this, I tell myself. No, you need this. I pull up my black stocking tights. I clip my ruby red hair behind my head, and look in the mirror. My eye catches on the photo from last summer. Seth and I smile at the camera, my head trying to duck out, camera-shy. Strange to believe it was only a year ago. Was this too soon? My heart gave a lurch. I lingered over the choice between my...

Reluctance
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Learning the Chocolate Life

We have a date set at a bar to meet but the bartender hands me a note. "Meet me at the hotel room 217." Here I am a little bummed that I didn't get to watch you walk into the bar but still excited about finally seeing you. I pay the tab and when I get to the car there is a note under the wind shield wiper. "Do what the fuck you are told. Nothing more and nothing less."The drive was pretty short and I walk up to the door which is slightly ajar. Another note taped to the door reads "You sure have...

4 years ago
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Halloween Chocolate

My little sister Gina is addicted to chocolate. She isn't fat or anything. In fact, she's skinny and really athletic for a nine year old. But she loves chocolate. Me, I'm addicted to something else: pussy. I can't remember a time when I wasn't playing with mine, or trying to get other girls to let me play with theirs. I love the smell and the taste. Gina has never let me play with hers -- ever. Not that I haven't tried. I play with my own pussy at least once a day. Gina sees me, I mean,...

2 years ago
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Chocolate Pudding

Her name was Meshawn. She was about the cutest thing I'd ever seen at my old job, and lusted after her for quite some time. Every guy there did, understandably. 5' 3" with medium-brown skin, shoulder-length curly hair, nicely padded figure, beaming smile and very amiable and pleasant to talk to. I'd seen some honeys in High School, at College, working different jobs afterwards of the African-American persuasion. Not like this one, she was sweet as could be and had a "casual" attitude that made...

2 years ago
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A Hot Chocolate Massage With Sexy Bhabhi

Hello guys… My name is Kunal and I am from Mumbai. Basically I m working in corporate sector but I m an expert at giving hot oil, chocolate, fruit, ice cream and nuru massage. So if any lady wants my service can message me at Com Now coming back to story, I have posted my ad on different social networking sites and I waited for sometimes. There I found one lady who told she is looking for massage but she is very shy and fearful. So initially we had long chat on what’s app. She is 38 years old...

3 years ago
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Chocolate Kiss To Indian Bhabhi From Spain

Hi mera naam Luvesh hai main Gujarat k eek naami shehar main rehta hu (main city nahi batanna chahta ) meri umar 23 saal hai naya naya graduate hua hu. Filhaal jobless hu mere father aur mere chacha sath main ek business main hai meri bua ke ladke ki dusri marriage ki liye jo spain main rehta hai,mere cousin bhaiya Ramesh jinki age 36 years hai unki first biwi ko koi bimari nai thi leking achanak ek din unki death ho gayi. Aur uske liye meri bua ne papa aur chacha ko rishte ke liye kaha tha...

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Charlie and the Chocolate Shoppe

Charlie and the Chocolate Shoppe Author's Note: I started with an idea that would have been a sequel to Companion but decided I liked that story ending the way it did and that people could decide how that story went on for themselves. But I had decided I liked the title I came up with, so with a twist to my original idea, here is a new story. Angela was carefully placing more chocolate covered strawberries in the display case, making sure they all looked perfect to any customer...

4 years ago
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Hot Chocolate

Glyn was blond, blue-eyed, handsome, well-built, and the perfect bottom. In any club or bar Glyn always got who Glyn wanted and once he had made his pick, all the other queens could squabble for the leftovers. At the age of twenty-three, he was in the prime of his life. Fortunately, he wasn’t too arrogant; a trait that would have made his already good looks totally intolerable. Glyn, nevertheless, loved having the upper hand. Remarkably, that was to change one evening when Glyn became totally...

Gay Male
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Acquiring A Taste For Chocolate

I got home from work that evening completely bushed. It had been one of those days – nothing goes right for you and you just feel like hitting the nearest person to you (know the feeling?). I stripped off my work clothes and put on a comfortable pair of shorts and went into the kitchen to cook something for dinner. I had a nice salad and watched some TV. As it happens, nothing was really on, so I ended up watching some of that film, 9 1/2 weeks with Mickey Rourke and Kim Basinger...

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Chocolate RULES

Jeanine said, "One of us needs to go to the store." This statement, uttered in bed, generally indicated some sort of feminine hygiene emergency, and the one who 'needs to go to the store' is generally me. It is a law of nature that the gender which does not use or need a product, or is most likely embarrassed by its purchase (I am long over that, at least), is the gender which must buy it. "What do you need?" It wouldn't embarrass me. I'd get her to be specific; plugs or pads, regular...

3 years ago
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Fucked Chocolate Pussy Athaya

Hi guys!! This is shankar again from Chennai. Thanks for your comments. Guys please don’t ask for girls details. They are just sharing their feelings. I won’t share anyone’s personal details. Don’t mistake me!!Thanks for iss viewers for giving 5 star rating to the previous story. This is a continuous of the previous story. Post your comments on If you wanna know how to start such a relationship with your family members. Mail me I will help you to open the love door between you and your...

Incest
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Chocolate Cupcake

Marvella James owns and operates a cupcake bakery/shop in Tampa called Cupcake Cravings. There, she makes cupcakes in several different flavors. Not only that, she also caters for parties and social gatherings too. She recently made cupcakes for a breast cancer awareness benefit last October, which was a success. As she started baking cupcakes at the shop, Marvella got a call from Mrs. Tiffany Gaston, president of the Tampa Junior League. Mrs. Gaston was planning a social gathering to benefit...

3 years ago
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Candy Dishes and Chocolate

I suppose it really started two years ago when I was working for a small community newspaper in Colorado. It was the holiday season and, as in a lot of places, when the holiday season arrived the offices take on a gay, festive air. Banners and posters appear, Christmas cards get pinned up on cork memo boards and desks suddenly sprout scented candles and candy dishes. It was a candy dish that did it, a candy dish and Dove dark chocolate individually wrapped squares. +++++ I love the ladies....

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Chocolate And Caramel 8211 Pt 1 Bisexual Fuck Buddies

Warm and wet greetings to all of you. This is my first story. For privacy reasons, all the female names are fictional. This is the story about me and my two fuck buddies who are also bisexual. I met them at the fitness center I go to workout. The yoga hall was one floor below the gym and one day, I saw them making love in a vacant room near the hall. They offered me money to keep it a secret but I had other intentions. It will be a trueful boast if I say the women who have been rammed by my...

2 years ago
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Candy Dishes and Chocolate

I suppose it really started two years ago when I was working for a small community newspaper in Colorado. It was the holiday season and, as in a lot of places, when the holiday season arrived the offices take on a gay, festive air. Banners and posters appear, Christmas cards get pinned up on cork memo boards and desks suddenly sprout scented candles and candy dishes. It was a candy dish that did it; a candy dish and Dove dark chocolate individually wrapped squares. I love the ladies. Can't...

3 years ago
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Bob Whites CoveyChapter 9 Chocolate and Whiskey

Four young teens remained in the apartment with one very lucky young man. Jason sat in the middle of the sofa that was quickly becoming his favorite. He patted one knee and Amira quickly seated herself and gave him a quick kiss. Jason patted the other knee and Barika slinked over, leaned in to kiss him, sat, and wiggled her butt. Jason put his arms around the pair and squeezed. He looked to Calypso and Neli and teased, “So after your showers, what are the plans for the evening?” He snickered...

3 years ago
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The Chocolate Shoppe

There was this girl. She was young. She was pretty. She worked at the chocolate shop. I am not a scrooge, honest. I have come to not so much as hate Christmas as to just be annoyed with the whole holiday build up. The shopping especially annoys me. Because of classes, I really haven't opportunity to shop at that time of year and haven't the organizational skills to do it through the rest of the year. I usually do all right, but only barely all right, by getting gifts for my parents and...

3 years ago
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Espresso and Chocolate

I don’t know for certain how old I was when I first became aware of the special perception that women have of males’ reactions to themselves. Call it a type of radar if you will. I’m not saying all women have it. But a woman who is deficient in this awareness is simply not worth knowing. If I am walking down the street and notice a woman with a beautiful ass ahead of me– even twenty yards ahead – and begin to admire her, she will be aware that someone behind her is looking appreciative at her....

2 years ago
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A Sweet Piece Of Chocolate

I rose up and peeked at the door. "I think she might be getting into the bathtub now, and I know our parents aren't home."I slowly got up off the bed and strolled to my door. "And there is the water. Her naked black body is getting into some hot water right now. I haven't actually seen it since that day, but maybe I'll convince her to let me see it again," I explained before I paused for a moment. "Royce, you've set temptation into place," I mentioned before I lay back down on my bed. "How can...

Interracial
2 years ago
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Vanilla and Chocolate Swirl

Vanilla and Chocolate Swirl.So here I am pushing my grocery basket doing my weekly grocery shopping. This is my routine that I do every Thursday for I don’t know how many years. I am a 59 year old white male who has never been married. Not that I can’t get a woman I just decided a long time ago I like being to myself and having my freedom. Financially I am doing good which does open the doors to a lot of dating opportunities. Just never found the right woman who will make me give up my single...

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