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Trees for Two By Ellie Dauber Copyright 2000 Author's Note: I started this story when Elrod announced he was closing down Bikini Beach. It was about half done when Loner said Elrod gave me permission to finish the Bikini Beach story I was working on. That one is still in process. (It's a long one.) I just wanted to get this one out of the way first. As always, this can be posted to any FREE site. Let me know what you think of it. DISCLAIMER. If you are under 18 years of age, or if you don't like stories that involve sexual transformations, please go away. You haven't the critical judgement or open mind to be reading this story. * * * * * "Davy, are you sure you'll be all right?" Anna Steiner watched her son putting on his jacket. Even that simple a task seemed to be almost too much for the slender teen. At 19, Davy was almost 6 foot tall, but weighed no more that 140 pounds. "Ma, we go through this every time I go to the park. Dr. Harambi says it's good for my heart to get out and walk around a little bit. The park's quiet, and I like walking under the trees. There's a lot of benches, if I need to sit down, and I've got my cell phone auto-dialer set for you and for the ambulance company. I'll be fine." There was a honk from outside. "My cab's here. I'll be back by supper." Anna sighed as she watched him leave. Davy was always stubborn, but, since the accident, it was worse. He was never in the best of health, but at least he would admit it. Now.... She let the thought trail off. Davy walked slowly down the front steps of the brownstone and got into the waiting cab. "The Park, please, south side entrance." "Okay, Mac, but that's only about four blocks from here." The cabbie was anxious for the fare, but he wasn't about to cheat some young kid. "I know, but I'm...let's just say that I want to save my energy for walking in the park." "Gee, kid, I'm sorry. I didn't know. What happened?" The cabbie pulled away from the curb as he spoke. "I, umm, was in a car accident a couple of years ago. They fixed what they could, but it did something to my heart muscle." "Gee, that's a shame, especially for a kid like you. You still in school." "Yeah. I'm going to be a plant biologist, specialize in trees." "Trees, well, no wonder you want to go to the Park. It's real pretty there this time of year." "Yeah, but with my heart, I'm going to be stuck in a lab my whole life." "I'm really sorry, kid." The cab pulled up to the curb next to the Park entrance. "Do you need any help?" "No, I'm okay." Davy handed the man a $5 bill for a $2.50 fare. "Keep the change, and thanks for listening." He got out of the cab and walked slowly into the Park. There were a lot of trails leading off from the south entrance. Davy took one of the less used ones. It was a small trail that meandered through the underbrush. Davy walked slowly to conserve his energy. Besides, he liked the way the cool fall air was bringing out the colors to most of the trees. Then suddenly, up ahead, he heard the sound of somebody using an axe or a hatchet. Davy walked forward, towards the noise. In his times in the Park, he'd become friends with a number of the men and women who worked there. Most, like Davy enjoyed being in the Park, and they took great pleasure in their work. When they talked, or, even better, when he was able to help them in small ways, Davy didn't feel quite so much like an invalid. Someone was at work nearby, but it wasn't anybody Davy knew. It wasn't even a member of the Park crew. Davy followed a curve in the trail to see a husky looking man about thirty in jeans and an old sweatshirt kneeling near a tree. The man was using a hatchet to cut a circle of bark around the base of an oak. He was almost finished; the circle went most of the way around the tree. Cutting the bark like that, "girdling" it was called, cut of the flow of nutrients to the tree above. The tree literally starved to death. It was a slow and particularly nasty way to kill a tree. "Stop that!" Davy yelled, lurching forward. The man looked taller than Davy, but the boy had taken him by surprise. He dropped the hatchet and reached up to grab Davy's arms. Davy leaned forward, adding his body's weight to his meager strength. As the two men fought, Davy kept yelling. He was hoping that someone would hear him and come to investigate before the other man could get away. Suddenly Davy felt a terrible stabbing pain in his chest. The stress - he knew what it was doing to his damaged heart. He knew that he should probably let the man go - beg him to get help, but he couldn't make himself do it. 'He probably wouldn't help me anyway,' Davy thought. His knees buckled. With a moan, he sank to the ground clutching at his chest. He could hardly breathe, and his vision was beginning to blur. The other man rose to his feet and stared at the dying boy. "Serves you right, you little..." He drew his foot back to kick the boy. Then he stopped as he felt something around his ankle. He looked down. Vines and roots had reached out somehow and wrapped themselves firmly around his leg. He was caught, barely able to move the leg. The man struggled to pull his leg free. As he did, he lost his balance and fell to the ground. He saw his hatchet on the ground and reached for it. A squirrel ran out of the underbrush and stood on the handle as if guarding it. When the man's hand came close, the squirrel bared its teeth and growled at him. He quickly pulled his hand back. More vines came out of the woods and wrapped themselves around his body, pinning his arms to his sides. "You might as well relax, Mr. Dolentz." The man looked up at the sound of his name. An attractive woman in a Park maintenance uniform was standing near the kid. She looked damned good; even her baggy uniform couldn't hide that figure. She was tall, with silver blonde hair in a braid down her back. She leaned forward, and he read the name "T. Flynn" on her ID badge. "I'll be taking care of the boy first, but I'll get to you soon enough." She knelt down and put a hand, palm outspread, on Davy's chest. She closed her eyes for a moment, then frowned and touched her other hand to his forehead. "There," she said. "That should help a little." Davy's chest pains seemed to melt away, though he still felt very weak. "Who are you, and what did you just do to me," he asked. "Am I okay?" "My name's Tracy, Tracy Flynn," she said gently, "and I'd be lying if I said 'Yes". I could bring your heart back near to what it was this morning, but I could never make it what it was before your accident." "I'll settle for that," he said. "At least I'm still alive." "Aye, but the reading I did just now told me that your heart isn't nearly as healed as the doctors think. In three weeks, a months on the outside, it will stop of its own doing. I'm sorry, but I could never keep that from happening - not so long as you were human, anyway." "So long as I - you mean you could change me - into a squirrel or something?" "No, not an animal, but if...if you were willing, though, you could become a being, well, a being something like me." "Like you? Are you an alien or something?" "Nay, lad. I'm of the Fay - what you call the fairy folk." "Had you figured for some kind of a fairy," Dolentz said with a laugh. Tracy gestured and a few of the vines around his arms twisted upward to form a gag around his mouth. He fell against the earth besides the path, still struggling, garbled noises coming from his mouth. "I'll deal with you soon enough, Leo Dolentz," Tracy said. "Making me mad will only make it worse for you later." She turned back to Davy. "I can change you into a Fay. You'd still be weak, but you'd be bound to a strong life force. It would protect you while it helps you heal and give you time to adjust to your new form." "And when I've healed - you can change me back then?" "No, Davy. As a Fay, you'd be healed. If you returned to your true human form, the damage to your heart would be there. The stress of the change itself would most likely be enough to kill you." "Then my choices are to die now, to die in a couple of months, or to be a Fay, a non-human, for the rest of my life." "Aye, but it would be a _long_ life. We Fay aren't immortal, but a life of 1,000 years isn't that uncommon." "Is that how old you are, 1,000 years?" "Me? By the Maker, no. I'm but a wee child of 237 years." "But you look so young, so vital." "As would you." She looked at him very seriously, "But you must choose quickly. I can't be literally holding your heart together for much longer." "I - I choose life. Do whatever you have to do." He closed his eyes and clenched his fists as if bracing for a new wave of pain. "Relax, Davy. There'll be no pain. Just stand now and meet your new life." She offered him her hand. Davy opened his eyes. There was no pain. His body felt full of energy. It felt light, lighter than he ever remembered it. He took her hand and stood slowly, still expecting the pain to return. It didn't. But, as he rose, he felt something seem to slide off his body. He looked down at the ground behind him. His outer clothes, shoes, pants, shirt, and jacket were on the ground, keeping their shape as if he were still in them. He looked down at his body. He was standing there in just an undershirt and boxers, but the cool - no, the _cold_ -- late fall air didn't seem to bother him. It felt comfortable, no, natural, to be standing there. He took a deep breath and looked down again. The hair on his arms was gone. There was none on his chest or legs either. His arms seemed thinner, as if the muscles were fading, being replaced by delicate, feminine curves. His hands were thinner, too, and his fingers had become long and slender. He felt the material of his undershirt moving against his chest - moving out. He - he was growing breasts. "You never said I'd become a girl," he said. His voice was calm even as it raised in pitch. "No, I didn't," Tracy said. "Does it matter?" "I suppose it should." Davy frowned. His voice was now a soft alto. "But it doesn't somehow." He looked down again. His breasts had stopped growing. They were a firm C-cup, he guessed. He felt other odd sensations now as his waist narrowed and his hips filled out. His hand went down, almost without his realizing it, to his groin. He felt nothing - at least nothing of what had been there all of his life. His male organs were gone, replaced by a vertical, feminine slit, whose new lips tingled at the touch of his long fingers through the material of his boxers. Only the material itself felt different now As Davy watched, the boxers shifted, transforming into a satiny, pale green panty that felt cool against the flatness of his crotch and the broad expanse of hips and ass. His undershirt changed as well. It grew longer, hanging down past his hips. The material changed to the same satiny green cloth as the panty. The collar dipped to show the tops of his breasts as the material grew tighter, accentuating Davy's lush new figure. Davy saw that his skin was changing now. The pink tinge of human flesh was being replaced by a subtle green tint. He suddenly realized what he had become. "A dryad. I'm a dryad now, aren't I?" "Aye, Daphne, you are a dryad." "Daphne?" She shrugged, then seemed to accept the name and all it implied. "Yes, I guess 'Davy' doesn't fit anymore." "Nay, my lass it doesn't." She pointed to a tree, an oak just across from the one the man had been girdling. "Go now, Daphne, and touch - bond - with yuir new home, yuir new life." Curious, Daphne walked over to the tree and slowly raised her hand to it. She suddenly smiled and stepped forward into the tree, disappearing from sight. Dolentz gasped, afraid now of what he was seeing. "Yuir turn will come in a moment," Tracy said. She called to the oak. "Daphne, please come out." Daphne stepped out of the tree as easily as one might step through a door. Her eyes were wide, and she was smiling a most blissful smile. "It - it was incredible. I could feel the wind in the branches, look out and see birds soaring above the Park." Then, suddenly, the pleasure of what she had experienced turned to horror. "My parents! How can I explain this to them?" "You don't, my dear. You won't have to. Look there at the ground where you were before." Daphne looked down. There was a body now in her old male clothes. Davy Steiner's body. He lay there peacefully, as if he had just fallen asleep. "Is that - is that me?" "No, my lass, 'tis Davy Steiner. You look much, much different." "Different? You mean besides being a girl...a dryad, now?" She was curious. "May I see?" "Certainly." She made an odd gesture, and the air in front of Daphne shimmed to form a mirrored surface. Daphne looked - no, stared at her reflection. She was the same height as before, but a mass of female curves had replaced her old lanky male body. She was wearing a short tunic, like something out of a book of Grecian myths. 'Why not,' she thought. '_I'm_ something out of a book of Grecian myths, now.' Her face was entirely different, though - almost nothing of the old Daphne was left. It was heart-shaped, with a narrow chin, and framed by a mass of thick dark green hair that hung down almost to her waist. When had that happened? When she looked closely, she could even see a few tree buds and oak leaves actually growing in among the hair. Her lips were lush, almost pouty. Her nose was smaller. Her eyes looked more like cat's eyes, with dark green narrow slit irises, instead of the round blue ones Davy had. Davy's bushy eyebrows were narrow rows the same color as the hair atop her hear, and there was a green tint, like a natural eyeshadow on her eyelids. She brushed her hair aside from her ears. They were longer now, with a "Spock-ish" point on top. She even had tiny silver acorn earrings. "I - I'm beautiful," she said surprising herself with the pride she felt in her new appearance. "It's almost too bad that I'm bound to the tree, and nobody can ever see me." "Och, now who said that? No, lass, Ye just have to wait the few months until yuir healed. You can travel up to a mile from this glade, more if ye like, though ye'll feel weaker if you go very far. And ye can stay away for up to 12 hours - no more, or both ye and the tree will suffer for it." "That's wonderful - if I don't get arrested or something walking around looking like this." "Ah, but you don't have to. Look in yon mirror again and think about looking like a human." Daphne turned back to the mirror and thought about "looking human." Her face and figure stayed the same, but her skin color regained its pinkish tints, even as her hair darkened to a chestnut brown. Her tunic shimmered for a moment. Then she suddenly saw herself in a dark green dress that reached to just above her knees and a brown woman's jacket. There was even a purse hanging down from his shoulder. She seemed to rise slightly. She looked down and saw a pair of matching boots with a one-inch heel. She felt material - pantyhose - on her legs. "How?" she asked. "A part of a dryad's magic," Tracy said. "'Tis real enough, but it has the same 12-hour limit as yuir being away from this glade." "Thank you," Daphne said. "But I think that, for now, I'd rather look like myself - my new self." As soon as she said the words, her body and clothing reverted to what they had been. The mirror vanished into thin air. Daphne looked down at her new body and smiled, comfortable in what she had become. Then, as if for the first time, she noticed Dolentz, still bound at the ankle and around his arms by strong vines. She pointed at him and scowled. "What about him?" "Sauce for the goose, as ye humans say. Ye needed to become a dryad so ye could bond with yon oak to save yuir life with its life force." Daphne smiled at the irony. "So _he_ needs to become a dryad to save that tree with his life force." Dolentz eyes went wide, and he shook his head in terror. Muffled cries of help and pleas for mercy could be heard through the vines gagging him. Tracy took a step towards him and made an odd gesture. He froze as the spell took him. His outer clothes, jeans, sweatshirt, and all, seemed to liquefy and run off his body and into the ground like water. His hair began to grow, flowing out in waves as it reached down past his shoulders to the middle of his back. His face seemed to be changing, too, but Daphne couldn't tell for certain because of the vines covering much of it. It was easy to see the changes to his body, though. The man's muscular frame shrank away, as his shoulders, his entire body became thinner. He was quite hairy, but now that hair seemed to shrink back into his body. Graceful curves formed. His hands were smaller, with long slender fingers. His feet shrank several sizes. Under a torn T-shirt, two small lumps formed on his upper chest. They grew bigger, grapes to plums to apples to melons. Daphne almost felt a little jealous of what had to be at least 40-D breasts. Daphne watched his waist narrow and his hips grew wider and rounder. He had quite an impressive "package" beneath his briefs. Only, now, it was vanishing as she watched. The bulge grew smaller and smaller until the fabric lay flat against a new, female groin. The materials of the man's - no, the woman's clothing changed. The briefs became the same silvery green satin as Daphne's tunic, narrowing almost to a thong. Her T-shirt changed to match the panty, the sleeves disappearing and the collar growing out until all that remained were two thin straps that held up a tunic that looked much like a cross between Daphne's new tunic and a form-fitting chemise. Now came the final change. The new female's skin changed from a pink to a greenish tint. Her hair turned a dark green, with a few strands becoming buds or leaves. Her pointed ears poked out through her hair. Her eyes, narrowed in fear, changed to a deep green even as the irises became narrow slits. "Ye can rise now, Laurel," Tracy said. "As a dryad, ye need but will it to pass through the vines." The new dryad slowly rose, passing effortlessly through the vines. She was truly beautiful. Her face was moon-shaped now, with full lips and a small upturned nose that gave her a sexy, mischievous look. "Very funny," she said, then stopped. Her voice was high and rather childlike, all touches engineered by Tracy to add to the new dryad's humiliation. "Okay, you've had your fun. Now change me back." "That I cannot, I will not do. Yuir needed as ye are now to heal that tree ye almost killed." "For-get it," the new dryad said. "We'll see how you like it when I come back here with the cops." She turned and started to walk away. She got about ten feet before she let out a low moan and doubled over in pain. "Please...please, make it stop. The pain..." "Only ye can do that, Laurel." Tracy said. "Ye're a dryad now. Ye must needs bond with a tree." She pointed at the damaged out. "With _that_ tree." "Now way, lady," the new dryad - Laurel said. She tried to walk further away from the glade, but she only managed a step or two before moaning and collapsing to the ground. "Help me, Daphne." The two females walked over to Laurel and grasped her under one arm. They lifted her to her feet. "Bring her to the tree," Tracy said. They carried her to the tree. Laurel was almost delirious with the pain and put up no resistance. Then, as they neared the tree, she seemed to realize what was happening. "No, no...please." She began to struggle. "Should O take her into the tree," Daphne asked. "Nay, for the bonding, 'tis alone she must be," Tracy said. They were next to the oak now. "Push. Push her hard." Tracy and Daphne pushed. Laurel struggled. But she was weak from the pain. She stumbled forward and fell - passed - into the tree, vanishing without a trace. 'So that's what it looks like,' Daphne thought. She could sense Laurel's presence inside the tree, feel the merging of the two life forces, dryad and oak. She looked down at the ring of missing bark near the base of the tree. The damage was still there. It would take time, weeks, for it to heal, but now it _would_ heal. Imperceptibly to the human eye, new bark was already beginning to form. Laurel stumbled out of the tree. "Well, are you two happy? I'm bonded to that thing now." She shivered, remembering the feeling of physical and mental exhilaration, the pure pleasure, that she'd felt during the bonding. "_Now_ can I go?" "Go?" Tracy said. "Laurel, me lass, yuir bonded to that oak now." "Stop calling me that!" Laurel screamed. "My name's not Laurel; it's Laur - hey, what did you do to me? Why can't I say my name any more?" "Because," Tracy said, "Laurel is your name, _now_. Ye'll think of yuirself as who ye've become, even though ye'll always know who ye were." "Okay, I _was_ Leo Dolentz, but you say that I ain't anymore." Even as she spoke, Laurel realized that she couldn't seem to think of herself - herself? - by any name other than Laurel. "But why can't I leave? You told her," she pointed a finger at Daphne, "that she'd be able to go - what was it - a mile from her tree." "Aye, and she will be able to, as will ye, once yuir tree has healed. I'd say two months, maybe three on the outside." "You mean I'm gonna be stuck like this for three months?" "No, I mean that ye can't be leaving this place for three months. Ye'll be a dryad, 'stuck' as ye call it in that pretty new form, for the rest of yuir very long life." "Oh, Lord," Laurel said. "I'm in tree-huggers' Hell." "Hardly," Tracy said. "Though it may take ye a while to see what a fine gift ye've been given this day." "Gift," Laurel spat out the word. "yeah, right, when pigs...." She stopped and looked very contrite. "I - I have to go back inside. The...my...my tree needs me." "What did you just say, Laurel." Daphne couldn't resist pushing just a little. "You, you two did something to me. I don't know how I know, or why it's so important, but I - my tree needs me, and I've got to go to it." She hurried over to the oak. But as she stepped into it, Laurel turned and pointed at Tracy. "I'm not staying here one minute longer than I have to. This isn't settled yet." Then she was gone. "Och, I think 'tis more than settled, lass. Yuir soul will heal even as yuir tree does. In three month's time, ye'll be used to what ye've become and most surely embarrassed at the sort of manling ye were." Tracy turned to Daphne. "And how are ye doing?" "Okay, but I think I'll need to be going into...into my tree soon. This day has been - so much has happened. It's hard to believe that bastard saved my life." "Why do you say that, Daphne?" "You came because I yelled when we were fighting...when my heart..." "Och, no, lass. I just came a little faster. We - I - knew about yuir heart, though not quite how badly damaged it truly was. I was coming this day to offer ye the very same transformation ye've just had. Davy Steiner was a true friend to the Park, and we take care of our friends." "I'd better go inside now." She started walking to her tree, then sighed. "It's going to be a long winter with just Laurel to talk to, especially the way she is now." "It would - if she were the only one ye had to talk to." Tracy pulled a silver chain from the pocket of her Park worker's uniform. It had a small pendant attached, a green maple leaf with two silver swords on it crossed to form an "X". She walked over and fastened the chain around Daphne's throat. "Touch the leaf and say - or even just think - my name. I'll hear ye, and I'll answer back." "Thanks, Tracy. Thanks for, oh, for everything." "Yuir welcome. And don't be so hard on Laurel, Daphne. Once her soul has healed, ye'll see how much alike ye two are." "I think I already do," Daphne smiled. "Goodbye, Tracy - for now." She took a step and disappeared into her own tree. Tracy waved goodbye, knowing that at least one of the pair was watching. She walked down the trail until she was out of sight of the two trees. It was time for her own change. Her body grew tall and far more muscular. Feminine curves and soft, smooth skin gave way to masculine angles and rough, hairy texture. Her breasts sank into her chest becoming flat pectorals. Her jaw became square, as a beard sprouted forth. Her eyebrows were bushy now, and her silver blonde hair seemed to pull down into her scalp even as it curled and darkened to become a man's haircut. A Black man's haircut; for now her skin darkened. First to a tan, then darker and darker still to a rich, almost chocolate brown, Her arms and legs were well-muscled now. Her fingers grew shorter and thicker. She felt the change in her groin, too. Her clitoris grew out, the feminine slit closing behind it. The labia grew as ovaries sank down into them becoming testicles. The borrowed body was male once again. The ID on the shirt changed. The name "Tracy Flynn" blurred to become "H. Pannell." Tracy's spirit was still in control, though. "Sorry, Henry," said the now baritone voice, "but youth would be too hard a thing to explain." Wrinkles appeared on the man's face. His hair grayed a bit. Muscles lost a bit of tone, and a small "beer belly" formed under his belt. Henry Pannell's body now looked all of it's forty-eight years. Still, some payment was due. Henry had been feeling the first twinges of arthritis. No more; the damage to his joints, especially in his fingers was completely healed. The arthritis would come again, but at a far slower rate. Henry would be able to play his beloved guitar for his family and friends for many, many years to come. Payment made, Tracy turned Henry's body back in the direction she had come. He would the one to find the body of Davy Steiner, dead in his sleep beneath an oak tree. That done, she left Henry's body to appear a moment later in the unknown cavern beneath the Park that the Knights of the Fey called home. Her Commander was waiting. "Mission accomplished?" "Aye, sir, and more, as ye well know. Davy is one of us now, a dryad who will help to protect the Park." "As is that spalleen, Dolentz. I've been wanting a chance at that one." He left the thought unsaid. There had been some discussion on a suitable fate for a man who enjoyed killing trees." "They should make a good team to my thinking," Tracy, Lady Teressa, said. Aside from his hatred of the Park, the two of them are very much alike. That's why I named them as I did." "I think Daphne caught yuir joke in that." "Of course, she did. Davy Steiner knew enough about trees to know that the Greek word for 'laurel' is 'daphne'. She doesn't care though. She's too happy. She thought she was a lifelong invalid, then I had to tell her that she was dying. But now...." "Now, she's alive, healthy, and has long years to spend with her trees. She'd call it Heaven, even as Laurel thinks she's in some kind of Hell." "Heaven, Hell, both or neither. I've a much better name for it," Lady Teressa said. "And that would be?" "Justice." The End

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Stepford Meat Swap

Story: #47 Copyright ©2010 Written: October 02 2010 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: KaosAngel Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************* ~~!! NOTE !!~~ This story is bassed on a fictional town within the game Second Life called Stepford, I would like to thank Ariana RoeCastle, Emilie Muggins & Jerrol Jarvinen of Stepford for thier approval of this...

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TwinsChapter 8 The Quest for Clifford

Clifford sat up in bed feeling the warm body lying next to him. He looked down at the shape in the near darkness. Janet. Christ, why did it have to be this way? He had loved Tracy, he still did. So why was he in Janet's bed? Why did he have sex with her? Four times? Not one of them was anything like the times he had been with Tracy, and yet... He got out of bed and made his way to the window, padding in his bare feet across the carpet. He slowly pulled open the curtains and looked out at...

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The Real Stepford Wives

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Captivating Catwoman

Sarah's husband Robert had only been away on assignment for a few weeks when he informed her that he was involved with a woman in Europe. He hoped that any legal proceedings could wait until he returned. In the meantime he instructed a lawyer to draw up papers transferring the house to her name and providing financial support for her. He said he knew she had been unhappy and hoped that she would try to move on without him. Otherwise, he was unapologetic. Sarah assured him she would be fine and...

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Lois Lane and Catwoman

Some comic characters mentioned in my stories could be the property of these respective comic book publishers, Marvel, DC, or Image. If they are being used, this a work of fictional parody. The story I posted last night was a scenario joining events from the Lois & Clark TV show and the Lois Lane comic books #70 and 71. I hope most of you remember some of the details I put out for background there. This story is derived from events in the story in LL #71. The opening paragraph...

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The Stepford Children

All my life I had always feared God. Growing up I thought he personally stared down at from Heaven watching my every move, listening to my every thought. It was this fear that has always kept me on the straight and narrow and given me my morale courage. My only sorrow is that I was unable to pass this fear down to my children and from this, there will be no retribution. I am surely damned as if I had spent a lifetime of murder and greed. With this knowledge I don't feel fear anymore, just...

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Gotham City by Catwoman

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The Real Stepford WivesBrown Sugar

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Erin Ashford

Reddit Erin Ashford, aka r/ErinAshford! Erin Ashford is not a pornstar from a bygone age, nor is she a famous modern-day pornstar. She’s also not a semi-famous Twitch streamer gone nude, not an Instagram model that promotes flat tummy tea, and definitely not a XXX cam model. So who is she exactly, and why should you care about her? Truth be told, she isn’t really known outside of Reddit - she made her XXX debut on /r/GoneWild after posting a large selection of XXX pictures (and some videos) on...

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Robin and the Catwoman

“Oh my head.” Robin whispered as he stirred awake. It took a few moments for him to fully regain consciousness. His last memory was of chasing someone across the Gotham rooftops, now he was in someone’s apartment. “I’ve been captured!” He screamed in his mind as he suddenly realized he was under restraints. Taking a deep breath, he willed himself to think calmly, just as Batman as taught him. Take stock of the situation, then form a plan of action. The room was in semi-darkness, illuminated...

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Peggy Sanford a Worldly Woman Ch 05

Author’s note: I had planned to take a break from writing and submitting stories to Literotica when I reached 300 submissions. I know I said that when I reached 100 and again when I reached 200 submissions but many of you loyal readers asked me to continue. Many of you also sent me story lines and topics to write about, some more detailed than others. Recently I received an e-mail from Peggy Sanford who has written several stories for Literotica and if you have a Literotica log-in and...

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Stepford Brothers Change to Sisters

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Forrest Part 2 Chapter 3

The next morning Forrest woke up at about 10 and woke me with a kiss on the lips. I surprised him by throwing my arms around him and deepening the kiss. I reached down under the covers and grabbed his balls. I played with them as I felt his dick start to harden. He did the same to me, squeezing my balls and moving them around in my loose sack, causing my dick to harden. Without a word, I grabbed my cloths and beckoned for him to do the same. After checking that his sister was still...

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Forrest

We waved bye to Forrest’s and my parents as they drove off. It was summer break and they would be gone for several days. My friend Forrest and his 9 year old sister, Scout, were staying at my house for the time they were gone. None of our parents wanted us to be home alone, but they were fine if we were together. I was 15 and Forrest was 14, but he looks 10 or 11. I live in the middle of nowhere, but we found plenty of things to do during the day, but my favorite time was at night. My...

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Further Tales of Peggy Sanford Ch 12

Peggy Sanford stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby of the Roosevelt New Orleans Hotel. As she walked across the lobby she noticed several males obviously checking her out. She smiled to herself as she walked across the long spacious lobby. It always pleased Peggy that she could still attract such attention. Not that she should be surprised, for a married mother of two in her late forties, Peggy was still a very beautiful woman. Her long brown hair framed a face that belied her age,...

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It was the summer before my second year of high school when I got a call from Darci Smith asking me to meet her at the high school the next day to help her clean out the costume room. Now Darci is the drama club teacher and the art teacher. Every guy in the school wants to fuck her and masterbates to her. Darci is in her early thirties, married, and looks like she is still twenty one. She has nice mid size tits, a fine ass, big blue eyes and blonde hair. She has a pert little hard body and...

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Mr Forrester

"There's a man here to see you, Mr. Forrester; he says he's a detective from the Denver Police Force." Oh-oh, thought John. "Ok, send him in, Angela." "Hello, Mr Forrester; my name is Paul Donohue, I'm a detective from the Denver Police Force." "What can I do for you, Detective Donohue?" as I pressed the intercom so Angela could listen in discreetly out at her desk. "Well, Mr. Forrester, sometime last year I was handed a case in Denver that has us all baffled. It seems that two...

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Stepford Househusbands Chapters 13

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The Foremans Foreskin

I had been working in the construction industry a week when the foreman called me to his office. As I made my way over I wondered what I could have done wrong. As it had gone clocking off time I was annoyed that the meeting would be eating in to my free time. 'Aah, come in.' he said as I stepped through the door. 'Have a seat.' His office was much neater than I thought it would be. As I looked around the room I noticed that there were no girlie pictures like I had seen plastered up everywhere...

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Meeting at Bedford Mills

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Confessions of a Catwoman

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The CollectorChapter 2 Welcome to Chelmsford Hall

Mary Pilson knew that her ‘uncle’ Walter was grooming her. ‘Uncle’ was a silly term that Mary’s mother used to describe the men who moved into their home to take advantage. Mary had no time for her uncles; she saw them for what they were, parasites and users. Mary’s mother could hardly make ends meet working as an usherette at the local cinema. Her good looks, curvy body and long legs ensured that she was well tipped by the male customers but she also attracted the sharks. Mary mostly...

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The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary seriess8e18 Sylvia Distin 55 from Chelmsford

We’re cruising along a wide and quiet suburban street. Green lawns stretch back from the pavement to the nice semi-detached homes. There’s a slim woman walking a large dog along the side of the road, and we pan around to look at her as we pass – it’s no-one we know, but we kind of wish we did! Then we’re looking forward again – seeing an intersection infront of us ... Then pulling up, looking out of the side window right at a single story, flat-roofed building. A sign outside reads,...

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A WellLived Life Book 6 Kara IChapter 9 A Trip to Milford Part I

September 1981, Milford, Ohio Friday was routine until lunchtime. Afternoon classes had been canceled for both Elyse and me because of the Labor Day weekend, so I drove back to the apartment instead of having lunch on campus. Elyse and I packed our overnight bags and waited for Kathy and Bethany, who arrived as planned, and we left Chicago just before 4:00pm. It was my goal to make the trip to Milford in just under five and a half hours, which I could do if we grabbed fast food on the way...

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Further Tales of Peggy Sanford Ch 13

It was the electronic chirp of a cellphone text message that first stirred Peggy Sanford from a state of excessive alcohol and strenuous sexual activity induced sleep to a state of semi-conscious awareness. The first thing she recognized was that she was not the only one lying in the bed. She felt the warm embrace of a delicate arm draped across her chest, a set of soft full breasts pressing up against her back, a smooth hairless pelvis nuzzled up against her buttocks and a tone fit leg...

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Further Tales of Peggy Sanford Ch 01

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Earths CoreChapter 36 Formations

“Thank you ... Zax”. A middle aged woman with a combed black hair and a bit of weight around her waist walked toward him with hands down and holding one another. “You shouldn’t, Mrs. Inoki “. Zax shook his head. The woman was the mother of his childhood friends, Weysey Inoki. Mrs. Inoki came to stand beside him, but her view was on the large group of children having the time of their life fighting the living snowmen. “Our home is at the periphery of us, newcomers’ huts. The hut next to us...

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The Bradford Family Saga Part 1

Through her wide open legs she watched the last drops of her morning piss cling to her silky blonde pussy-hair, then drop into the bowl. She stretched and yawned, willing her reluctant body awake. "Mike?" she called. "Yeah?" her husband answered, pushing the bathroom door open. "Well, aren't you a pretty sight?" he said. "Look, who's talking. You look as bad as I feel," she said with a smile. Her husband was naked except for a towel around his mid-section, his flaccid...

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CynthiaChapter 15 Bradford

Sarah and I communicated well when she had time for conversation, often after her shift was over. She made it clear that she liked me as more than just a patient, and in addition to liking her, I found myself lusting for her constantly. It wasn't so bad in the mountains when there were no distractions, but to see it around me every day flamed my desire. She caught up with me while I was in physical therapy. After a couple of cheers, she said, "I got her cell phone. I'll see you...

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Adventures of a Greenie Off Planet Vol 2Chapter 27 Forbidden Forrest

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Driftwood

I created that dramatic face of red lipstick and smoky eyes in the mirror. Grabbed my bag and went. As I walked out the house, across the street and tottered up the alley the rain started to flood the passage way. It only took twenty minutes in the cab but I knew that by the end of the night this was going to be the longest time I had sat down between Molly and her partner James and not spoken a word. It was always awkward in a cab with those two. Molly would have to at any given moment...

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Driftwood

Introduction: Part 1. Black tutu, silk stockings, 6 inch heels and the skimpiest bra I could find. I couldnt be arsed with knickers they would only get ripped off and lost forever. I didnt want to loose any of my sexy clothes they werent designer but they were mine. Silk handbag with the essentials in it. I created that dramatic face of red lipstick and smoky eyes in the mirror. Grabbed my bag and went. As I walked out the house, across the street and tottered up the alley the rain started to...

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Being a slut Thetford forest

This is a true story and happened recently. I am bi and enjoy sucking and being sucked by guys occasionally. But on the odd occasion I het so horny that I need fucking. A couple of weeks ago it was early evening and I found myself heading to a cruising spot where I have met guys before. I parked up in a layby. it was stil light, and it was quiet. Eventually a white van came slowly driving by, as he passed I flashed my indicators a few times. He pessed his break lights a few times and we had an...

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A white rich bitch falls for a well endowed black forklift operator who works at one of her husband8217s warehouses

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The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary seriesS11 E02 Chelsea Ferguson 34 from Chelmsford

This week, we start the show with establishing shots of the most boring suburban estate you could ever hope to see. Lots of ‘nice’ double story semi-detached homes, each with their own little square of grass and concrete driveway out front, separated from the public footpath by low brick walls. We can see a chunky, out of breath looking man walking along the street toward us, perky, elegant and mean-looking Doberman by his side ... This week’s host – the love-him-or-hate-him Cockney geezer –...

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Peggy Sanford a Worldly Woman Ch 07

Author’s note: I had planned to take a break from writing and submitting stories to Literotica when I reached 300 submissions. I know I said that when I reached 100 and again when I reached 200 submissions but many of you loyal readers asked me to continue. Many of you also sent me story lines and topics to write about, some more detailed than others. Recently I received an e-mail from Peggy Sanford who has written several stories for Literotica and if you have a Literotica log-in and...

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Peggy Sanford a Worldly Woman Ch 01

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Businessman is Forcibily Transformed Into a Sissy

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The Bradford Family Saga Part 2

and shorts; his cock and balls swaying in front of him. Mary smiled, leaned forward again and nuzzled Carol's silky cunt-hair, flattening it out to the sides and exposing her sensuous pink slit to their view. Then she stuck her tongue up inside it. Carol groaned happily and bucked her hips. John was standing over them now, stroking his thick cock while he gazed dreamily down at his sister's inviting pussy. Pushing a finger back up inside Carol's dewy cunt, Mary explored its...

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The Bradford Family Saga Part 3

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It8217s Not Just Love Making 8211 The Foremost Foreplays

Hello Everyone This is pradeep back again with the continuation of my first submission(IT’s NOT JUST LOVE MAKING),And people who does not read my first story please I request you to read my previous submission which was the first part,so that you can have a great brief introduction of the my story which im gonna share you all. So to say about me,I am Pradeep (Name Changed),From (Vadapalani) Chennai.Iam 21 years old and i am living in a private home.I am 5.9 with athlete body and average in...

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Sheriffs Forester

I was young for my post but I had been doing it as a deputy it for several years with the old sheriff's forester. My father was a baron but I was only a younger son so I was not going to inherit. I carried the heavy stag into kitchen and ignored the quiet that fell. I shifted it off my shoulder and onto the large butcher table, "I took this from a poacher Anna." She wiped her hands as she crossed the kitchen, "how long..." I snorted as headed into the Keep, "a half day." When I...

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A WellLived Life Book 6 Kara IChapter 10 A Trip to Milford Part II

September 1981, Milford, Ohio Kara came into the living room when the dishes were done and took my hand and led me to the den. We sat in our chairs, as her father insisted. “Did you put your mom up to that ice cream date?” I asked. “No! I was just as surprised as you were. I could tell that dad was really upset at her. And when you stepped in, I thought he was going to blow a gasket. You agreed with him and made him look bad at the same time. And then, when mom did that thing with the...

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Beat the Forfeit

The studio lights go up, the audience cheers and applauds. Max Weinman, the slick studio host, launches into his well-rehearsed patter. "Welcome, welcome, welcome to another game of Beat the Forfeit. As always, we have two couples competing for tonight's jackpot of one hundred thousand pounds. First, in the studio, we have Jim and Russell. Let's meet them." Two men stand behind smart game-show lecterns each displaying a score of zero. Max touches the collar of his open necked shirt, tugs...

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Positive Reinforcement

Lisa's head swam. She was so damn horny it was difficult for her to think straight. Every inch of her skin felt alive and sensitive. Her puffy and extended nipples even more so. Her cock ached with pleasure even as permanently limp as it now was. Even her balls, shriveled and atrophied as they now were, also ached with pleasure. Her ass was even worse. It felt empty now that Master Carl had removed the plug. Not that the plug helped much with that horniness. Oh, it filled her up...

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The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary seriess8e2 Denise Zhang 33 from Bedford

We’re in the boring, flat, concrete car park, surrounded by boring family cars, looking at the boring red-brick buildings that combine to form the Beddingham International School. But here comes the excitement... She’s sexy, with a fuck-me-but-don’t-fuck-with-me face and long blonde hair is swept around to the side of her head and hangs infront of one shoulder. Her accent, friendly southern English but with a distinct Eastern European edge. “Hello, and welcome to a new series of ‘The...

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Forfeits

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Transformations DiversityChapter 16

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Transformations Nice Guys ClubChapter 18

It must have been two or three in the morning. Even after waking, and after Carol returned from a trip to the bathroom, they did not speak. She got right on top of Ryan as he lay on his back, remembering the revelation that tender position had been with Dex. It was no less thrilling with Ryan, and she soon returned to a contented sleep. Her next conscious moment found her still atop him, but with his reenergized cock pressing against her thigh. Not sure if he was awake, she raised her bottom...

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