Brian and the Living Mannequin
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Author's Note: Hey, everyone! This is my first posting ever to Fictionmania (I've posted many many other stories to different sites but never to this one) This story was meant to be a satire on the bizarre transformations Spider-Man has undergone over, but really it ended up being a story about Spidey turning into a mannequin! I also noticed a severe lack of straight-up mannequin transformations on the site and hope to rectify that with this posting. Please enjoy and if you wish...
I had been to the flea market several times but never had I seen this new stall. It was full of dresses most of them a gush of frills and lace. I must admit I fell in love with several dresses immediately but one in particular. Pink satin,layer upon layer of frills and lace.....but also rather strangely the mannequin it was draped on seemed to capture my attention, it was the eyes in particular. Whoever made the mannequin had gone to great lengths to make them look real, and in them I...
This was inspired by a story of Cheryl Lynn's, and is my take on her idea of the kindly granny figure who's not what she seems. Mannequin. By Trish. When my wife Pam and I came back to the UK after a decade working in the pressure cooker environment of Silicone Valley the quiet village of Budleigh Hill looked like perfect antidote to the stresses she had been under. It had been Pam's career that took us to the States when she was head hunted by Lockheed Martin Advance Project...
Mannequin Dauphin To contact dauphin, send an e-mail to [email protected] If you want to chat with Dauphin, add him on msn: [email protected] Sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes. I do my best, but I am not perfect. I hope you like the story despite these. I opened my eyes. I was in a shop window. I couldn't move anything. I was a mannequin, produced at the Royal Factory, and special because I was an autonomy correct boy. I had long...
This is the fifth story in my Legacy Universe, though like the others is a stand alone. For those who aren't aware of it, this is the same universe that had The Miracle Legacy, A Change of Heart, Hardshell and The Praxis Crossing. Mannequin By Morpheus The rain was beating hard against my windshield, making it even harder to see through the dark outside. It wasn't the greatest driving weather, made worse by my being a bit tired. But I'd been through much worse. And I still...
Mon Sep 3 17:02:02 2001 First, let me tell you about myself. My name is Joni (pronounced Johnny). I just turned 19 but look like I'm only 15 or 16. I'm a Sophomore at a college in Texas. I'm very small - 5'1", 95 pounds. I have long brown hair - down to my ass. My tits are small and firm, about the size of Georgia peaches. My pussy is shaved as smooth as the day I was born. I lost my virginity when I was 12 and have been sexually active ever since. I love sex and have tried - and mostly...
Harem Mannequin By Paul G. Jutras David rarely went out dressed up in his Helen persona. When he did, he tried to look his best. His wig gave him a perm look and he always looked good in his white silk blouse and navy split skirt. He loved the feeling of the cool air against his nude nylon legs and the click of his three inch heels on the pavement. Tonight, he was on his way to a magic show. ?May I have a volunteer from the audience to come work with me?? the magician David...
Man to Mannequin By Tanya Jane Richards I gazed with longing at the slim figure that was arrayed in the most up-to-date, fashionable clothes, with the lovely hair that was so perfectly trimmed and cut, and the perfect face with it's lovely pursed lips and wide open, innocent eyes... I turned my gaze away from the mannequin in the shop window and looked at my girlfriend who was in so many ways just as lovely, just as desirable, as the object in the window. More so in fact,...
I have been contacted to join the cross dressers pop mannequin society. Ok I have dressed for years but never been involved I such a thing. The day arrived and I was apprehensive but awoke with an unusual great hard on. After coffee I shave all over and greased my pussy. A 9 inch dildo opened me up. Slipping into my silk G-string, and matching bra I felt good. Applying glue to my chest I quickly poisoned my size D breasts in place and pulled my lovely Victoria's secret bra over them to...
Replacement Daughter Chapter 1 - Meeting Hailey My name is or was Dylan Anderson. I was fifteen when I was taken by biracial White-Asian couple as a replacement for their daughter. I was, for the most part, just your average white guy in a suburban Philadelphia neighborhood. I had two parents and twin younger siblings who were thirteen, Talia and Taylor. I did get into trouble more than regularly. I drank alcohol, did some drugs on occasion, and shoplifted sometime; just for the...
Replacement Therapy By Cheryl Lynn This is a copyrighted fictional story. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. This is a forced feminine/dominant female story featuring sections of both physical and mental sexual cruelty. Such actions are not condoned by the author and just part of a story. If you do not like such stories then Do Not read or comment as you have been warned. Constructive criticism on style and grammar are welcome....
Replacement Therapy II By Cheryl Lynn This is a copy written story by the author. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. Permission to download for personal use only is granted. Any other use without the permission of the author is strictly forbidden. This story contains forced feminization and punishment it is definitely NOT sweet/sentimental. If such fiction is not to your liking then do not read or post negative comments as...
Replacement Therapy 111 By Cheryl Lynn This is fiction and any resemblance to any person, place or thing is coincidental. Please read prior chapters before this as they are crucial to understanding this chapter. Maybe downloaded for personal use only. Other use is strictly forbidden unless approved by the author. Comments are welcome on grammar and story line; however, derogatory comments over the treatment of characters or story plot are not. Author may be contacted at...
Replacement Wife - Part 1 My name is Alan Langing. My life is perfect. I had just finished my junior year of college. I have a fianc?, Faith, I loved and she loves me. I had just proposed to Faith. We are very happy together. We enjoyed each other's company. We always laugh and smile to each other. Our sex life was amazing. We just rented an apartment together. I could not imagine life getting better. I just finished a poker night with my buddies. It was a long night. It was at my b...
Replacement Daughter (Intro - James' Story) Author: note: this story revolves around James' life as Hailey, as recorded in a journal read by the character in the main story. It is separate so as to inter fear the flow of the story. It also introduces several important characters in the main story. I looked around the room that was now mine. I was trapped, in a body that was radically different than the one I had known the last fifteen years, in different town in a different state...
Once upon a time, a person was offered a choice by a force infinitely their greater. Either they could remain as they are, continuing their life as though nothing had happened, or they could get a chance to experience a different life altogether, abandoning their old life in the process. This person, for some unknown reason, chose the latter. At this stage, you're probably thinking "Great, I'm going to get to experience another life!" and whilst that is technically true, there is one small...
Spells 'R Us: Replacement Wanted By Bill Hart It was a quiet night at the bar. I was sitting by myself at a table in the back near the restrooms, when he entered the bar. I don't as a rule notice other guys, but he was different. I'd seen his face on the evening news. It seems someone murdered his wife. The police had wanted to question him about it, but he'd run like a scared rabbit. Now they wanted him, not just for questioning, but for the actual murder. According to...
preface; Although this story may sound like an attempt at actual literature, I assure you it's sole purpose is to hopefully get someone turned on enough to, uh , well, use your imagination, I did. It is a story unlike any other that I have stumbled upon so far thruought my readings across many websites. So if any of it sounds familiar, well thats just luck. What makes a day seem different than any other? Nothing? I mean every so often something serious or life altering happens,...
Merle shivered a moment, feeling the tension build up inside her. She looked down at the pretty but uncomfortable dress she was wearing, wondering if she really looked as beautiful as that strange servant said she looked. Tera opened the door in front of her and stood beside it. ‘After you, Mistress.’ Merle nodded and gave her a weak smile. She stepped through the door and looked around the dining room. The walls were panelled with wood and a few paintings hung between the thickly curtained...
Chapter 1: All Our Past Times There was no ‘Bernie.’ It was just a made-up name from long ago, and no one remembered its origin. ‘Backstreet Bernie’s,’ however, was a sacred watering hole for me and a number of the locals. Nick Kleinhof was bartender during most afternoons and evenings. He was also the owner, and as you soon discovered, no one … I mean no one … messed with Nick. He was built like a brick shithouse as the saying goes, and more than once I’d watched him bounce some drunken...
Chapter 5: Back in the Fold Our bedroom contained a bookcase which I had only perfunctorily examined when I first moved in. Yolanda and I were lying in bed one Sunday morning, talking about her family, or more precisely, Margaret McCarty’s family. It seems they were some of the original founders of several of the towns in the area, after the gold rush of 1849. They came from the foothills of the Sierra Nevada down onto the fertile plains of the Central Valley. They farmed, they built stores...
Chapter 4: The Haunted and the Hunted By the beginning of June, I was pronounced fit by my doctor. I wasn’t actually. I had been so careful not to overdo anything, that my real fitness was sadly lacking. But Yolanda had a plan, and when Yolanda wanted me to follow her plan, I had no intention of denying her. We started off with aggressive walks in the morning and after supper. They were an hour long and with the warm weather now bordering on hot some days, I was really feeling the stress of...
Chapter 3: Yoyo, DeDe, and Captain Kirk Thank god it was dark when I tried to open my eyes. I was floating around in some never-never land. I could feel pain, but it wasn’t acute. It was my eyes that hurt the most. They were like two steel ball bearings, rolling around in the bottom of a tin can. Even the slightest movement of my head would set them off again. I tried to form a coherent thought. Where was I? What had happened to me? I was lying on a cool, firm surface, trying to concentrate....
Thank god it was dark when I tried to open my eyes. I was floating around in some never-never land. I could feel pain, but it wasn't acute. It was my eyes that hurt the most. They were like two steel ball bearings, rolling around in the bottom of a tin can. Even the slightest movement of my head would set them off again. I tried to form a coherent thought. Where was I? What had happened to me? I was lying on a cool, firm surface, trying to concentrate. There was a cover over me. I could...
Chapter 2: Full Speed Ahead I’d spent the good part of Friday evening organizing my thoughts about how to finish the basement room at the Michaels’ home in the most efficient way. Yolanda agreed to paint the baseboards and casings if I did all the other stuff. I had half-gallon of semi-gloss white latex in my storage unit which I retrieved before leaving for the Michaels’ house. That would look after the trim. I picked up my rubber hammer, cushioned knee pads, gloves, and safety glasses, and I...
Chapter 6: Clearing Space The next morning I vowed to have a private session with Georgia. I intended to lay down my cards, and I was pretty certain she wasn’t going to like what I said. I had been taken advantage of by her, and I wasn’t in a very forgiving mood. I had quite a dynamic conversation with her last night … in my dreams. I was in a surprisingly good mood, considering how uptight I had been the night before. The catalyst for that mood was the children. They merged like they had...
We woke up in roughly the same position. Still cuddling not my mom and my cock was rock hard. We weren't pressed together as tightly, however, and she'd moved away from my dick. I felt her waking up, and I started to move away from her but my arm was locked down underneath her neck and I knew there was no easy way out. She yawned, and wiggled her ass back into my morning wood. We were both awake, but it was apparent neither of us wanted to talk about it.She exhaled loudly, and finally spoke,...
My c***dhood was pretty great for the most part. When I was in middle school, my not parents perfect happy marriage started falling apart. By the time Christmas break came around, my not mom was sleeping on the couch and they fought all the time.On Christmas, my not parents watched my not sister Allison and I open presents, and then my not dad left. He didn't stay for lunch, he didn't go with us to our grandparents, nothing. He just left. The next morning, my not mom explained that her and not...
My wife Vandana and I had been having continuous arguments for more than two years after marriage. Most of the times after the arguments Vandana ran to her parents’ house in Jaipur and often stayed there for one month or two. Our maid girl Suvidha had been watching all this right from beginning. Since Suvidha knew that Vandana and I were not having good relation, at every opportunity Suvidha tried to get close to me, trying to tell me that she will always be there for me whenever I need her in...
I'd spent the good part of Friday evening organizing my thoughts about how to finish the basement room at the Michaels' home in the most efficient way. Yolanda agreed to paint the baseboards and casings if I did all the other stuff. I had half-gallon of semi-gloss white latex in my storage unit which I retrieved before leaving for the Michaels' house. That would look after the trim. I picked up my rubber hammer, cushioned knee pads, gloves, and safety glasses, and I was set for the day. I...
By the beginning of June, I was pronounced fit by my doctor. I wasn't actually. I had been so careful not to overdo anything, that my real fitness was sadly lacking. But Yolanda had a plan, and when Yolanda wanted me to follow her plan, I had no intention of denying her. We started off with aggressive walks in the morning and after supper. They were an hour long and with the warm weather now bordering on hot some days, I was really feeling the stress of these workouts. She would drop the...
The next morning I vowed to have a private session with Georgia. I intended to lay down my cards, and I was pretty certain she wasn't going to like what I said. I had been taken advantage of by her, and I wasn't in a very forgiving mood. I had quite a dynamic conversation with her last night ... in my dreams. I was in a surprisingly good mood, considering how uptight I had been the night before. The catalyst for that mood was the children. They merged like they had known each other all...
I found Ellie by accident, which, I think, is how all loves begin. I noticed her because she was wearing our school uniform, despite it being a Saturday, waiting for a bus to come. She had short, blonde hair, blue eyes, and her face was evenly proportioned. Se was thick in the correct places, which is something I had not noticed in a woman before, and have not noticed since. She was sucking on a lollipop so forcefully that her cheeks became concave and her lips presented themselves as if they...
IncestReplacing Mary My name was David, 40 years old and recently been laid off of my warehouse job. I was married to Malinda and to say that I married up was an understatement. Malinda was a year younger than me and drop dead gorgeous, red hair, large breasts and legs that seemed to go forever. When we met she was a law student and I was working for a major box store as a warehouse foreman. Not a bad job for a 35 year old college drop out. I made a good hourly wage and really did not...
This is the story of Amy, a sexy girl in her mid-twenties. Somehow involving a scientific experiment she vanishes and gets replaced. For example this could be achieved by cloning her. Or replacing her with her alternate universe self or a gynoid version of her. Or transforming into her!
I just started my senior year in high school exactly one month after my 18th birthday and one year after mom died in a car crash. She and my dad, Hank, were returning from one of their "adult parties" (that's what they called them but I wasn't sure what they were) when they got hit by a drunk driver.Dad's trying to be a good parent but is not particularly knowledgeable or attentive to many feminine things. He knows some things but not others, like buying female supplies. He doesn't understand...
A big thanks to Zoomie69 and Mark (I wasn't able to get your lit name) who both edited this. ***** Chapter 1 – The Talk. "Come on, Megan..." Greg watched his wife continue to lie in bed while she read her tablet. She appeared to have no interest in what he was talking about. "Megan..." There wasn't a response. "You can't just stop having sex with me." "I'm pretty sure I can," she told him while continuing to look down. Greg took a deep breath. "Did I do something?" "Nope," Megan coldly...
Replacing Grandma Chapter 1 of 5 As soon as Jason Jones closed the front door and dropped his school bag in the hallway, he knew something was wrong. His mother usually called him to him cheerily, she would normally be listening to old show tunes on the radio, but all he could hear was a weird silence and an occasional quiet sniff. He followed the sound into the kitchen, and found his mother seated at the table with shoulders silently heaving and a letter in her hand, crumpled from...
Replacing Grandma Chapter 2 (of 5) Jason took himself off to Grandma's room, and sat down at her dressing table. The surface was strewn with old makeup and perfume bottles, which meant that the room always had a heavy, flowery, almost sickly scent in the air. The mirror had dozens of small photos jammed into the frame, and Jason looked closely at the faces, recognizing a few heartthrobs from the 60's and 70's. Perhaps Kitty had been a bit of a catch when she was younger. She...
Replacing Grandma Chapter 3 of 5 In the immediate aftermath of the visit, Jason and his mother had flailed around desperately for another plan. But the problem was that now they didn't just need a Grandma stand-in for an inspection visit. With Elaine Booker staying at the house, they would need to continue the charade full-time, at least while she was in the house. Marion and Jason had both signed the forms asserting that all the claims were true, so they were completely immersed...
Replacing Grandma Chapter 4 of 5 Jason moved his legs slightly, feeling the wetness. Those damn tablets! And he had forgotten to put on the incontinence pad this morning. Groggily, he stood up as Marion knelt at his feet and pulled down his hosiery. "Oh, mother, what are you doing?" she sobbed. "It's those damn tablets. I can't seem to think straight, and I feel like I need to pee all the time." "Let's get you cleaned up, and into something dry." Minutes later, Jason was...
Replacing Grandma Chapter 5 of 5 When he came to, he was lying on the bed in his room. He was still wearing the corset and hose, but the dress and heels had been removed. Again, he forced himself to respond slowly, so as not to give himself away. Looking around, he realized he was alone. This time, he called out for Marion. His mother appeared after a few moments, looking slightly ruffled. Her cheeks looked flushed, and he couldn't tell whether it was exertion or perhaps she...
Disclaimer this story is a work of fiction that contains a plot of a violent nature. It does contain historical figures but is not intended to be historically accurate. It is a love story that I have submitted for the Valentine contest. I was unsure what category to place this one in but since sex is not the main element of the story I decided non erotic would be the best. Anyway I hope you enjoy and as always I look forward to hearing what you think. Thanks Again and hope you enjoy. – IVY ...
“Maid, the kids need lunch!” I scampered up the stairs. Kate was already getting accustomed to the idea of having a domestic servant. Fourteen months ago it was all a fun little fantasy as she messaged with Vince from bed. Then his visits became a regular thing, and the idea started becoming a little less far-fetched. This new chapter though was going to be a leap I was getting more and more nervous about. The girls loved him, and already thought of him as an uncle more or less, but now he...
It was such a strange sight seeing the four of them walking from the car to the house. It felt surreal. I opened the door for them, waiting patiently and closing it behind them. Vince looked around the room. Partially empty boxes showed signs of progress, but I clearly had a lot of work ahead me still. “Not a bad start, maid.” Vince was clearly in good spirits, having just enjoyed relaxing with my wife and kids as I worked to put his belongings where mine used to be. I sighed softly in...
He turned around and didnt see his best friend. He saw something completely different. I couldnt blame him nor could I understand quite how he was feeling. Im sure part of him thought it was a joke, I wouldve had our roles been swapped. My first reaction wouldve been to laugh had my best friend stood before me in his sisters clothes, wearing a wig which had been used as part of a cross-dressing day at school for charity. He didnt, perhaps I shouldve given him more credit. What are you doing?...
I winced a little as I pulled the last of my things from the topmost dresser drawer and placed it into the stuffed cardboard box. I hadn’t expected to feel sentimental about a dresser. Now it was all set for Vince when he arrived.I carried the last box to the basement bedroom that would be my new room. The old dresser in my new ‘maid's room’ had been painted a delicate light pink. It actually looked kind of stylish despite my mediocre painting abilities. I got to work making sure everything was...
CuckoldI wasn’t anywhere close to having the house where I wanted it when I heard the crunch of tires on gravel in the driveway. Vince and my family had been gone for over three hours. They must have gone for a walk or maybe shopping after lunch.It was such a strange sight seeing the four of them walking from the car to the house. It felt surreal. I opened the door for them, waiting patiently and closing it behind them.Vince looked around the room. Partially empty boxes showed signs of progress, but I...
CuckoldLaying on my belly dressed in her favorite Victoria Secret naughties I have on her red high heels and her long chestnut brown wig and makeup I look over into the mirror and I see her he always called me her clone I looked like her was built like her and everything hell I even had her personality so when she died in that accident I was not really surprised when he turned to me for comfort and now for sex pumped up full of female hormones my body feels different my hips are wider and my lips...
Mark Adams heard his parents before he saw them as he arrived home from a long day at school. As had become the norm, they were fighting. He paused for a moment as he listened to them from outside the front door then jangled his keys and loudly played with the lock to signal his arrival.Mark sighed as the fighting stopped once he entered, his parents in the front foyer sporting fake smiles as he walked in, "hey mom, dad, what's up?"Tom Adams was not in a chatting mood and simply picked up a bag...
It was a dark and stormy night (don’t all stories start like this?) Actually, it was a beautiful, moon lit evening and I was naked from the waist down, peering out of my bedroom window and into the bedroom window of the woman that lived in the house next to us. For the past five years or so, since I was just a snotty little teenager, I had jacked off pretty much every night as I stood at my window and watched our beautiful, large breasted neighbour get ready for bed.Her name is Mrs. Smith,...
It was a dark and stormy night (don’t all stories start like this?) Actually, it was a beautiful, moon lit evening and I was naked from the waist down, peering out of my bedroom window and into the bedroom window of the woman that lived in the house next to us. For the past five years or so, since I was just a snotty little teenager, I had jacked off pretty much every night as I stood at my window and watched our beautiful, large breasted neighbour get ready for bed.Her name is Mrs. Smith,...
When my wife committed suicide, I was left in the lurch: Hey, I had never been an "operator." I couldn't just randomly walk into a bar, then walk out with a Testicular Drainage System (otherwise known as a woman) for the night.As the days turned into weeks, my frustration grew. I was having difficulty getting to sleep at night. It was only when my insomnia started causing me to miss work that my 13-year-old daughter Ashley, God Bless Her, intervened.It was a Sunday night (or Monday morning, if...
Gorgeous ballet dancer Cassidy Klein is training for the best performance of her life. With a revealing lycra kit she stretches and dances around. Request time comes and she pleases her fans by showing one of her nipples and twerking her delicious ass but then she open her heart and confesses something: The way to her heart is through a big veiny cock on her mouth. Magic takes place and a massive cock appears allowing the hot Cassidy feast on it, she works it in every way possible and gets as...
xmoviesforyouHi readers, I am Raj again. first of all I thank all the readers who enjoyed my first story. In this I will tell you how my aunty got the permission from her husband to fuck me. After our first fucking session aunt told me her plan. We all had our dinner together. Then uncle rahul and myself went to watch Tv and aunt went to kitchen to finish her work. After 15 minutes Rahul went to sleep. Then Aunt came from kitchen with a bucket full of washed clothes and asked uncle to come and help her...
IncestSunday night, a week before Halloween, Jerry was driving to the old house to check on the progress of the repairs. It was a little later in the evening than he had intended for the visit, but he had stayed around the house until after Abe had stopped working on his motorcycle. The young man had spent the entire afternoon trying to get the engine to start, but there was something the matter with it. Jerry didn’t have a clue what the problem was or even how to go about fixing it. Knowing that...
Shaelan ran through the stillness of the forest, silent accept for her ragged breathing. She didn't feel the bitter cold or her snow-soaked clothing that clung to her like a second skin. She reached for the thick trunk of an aspen tree and wrapped her arms around it, grateful for its strength to keep her from collapsing to the ground. She was shaking from exertion, her lungs burning with every breath as if she was inhaling shards of glass. Her vibrant blue eyes were wide with fear as she...
Mr. Ryan walked into the teachers lounge only to be surprised by seeing one of his students there. Alyssa Olsen, oblivious to the fact that someone else had walked in was trying to clean up water she had just spilt. “Alyssa! Why are you here” Mr. Ryan asked. “Well you see uhh….”Alyssa stuttered, she was too embarrassed to finish her sentence. Mr. Ryan clearly seeing the girl was upset immediately softened his tone. “You know you can tell me if something is bothering you.” “Well...