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Air-Headed By Wolverine Josh's phone rang three times before he answered it. On the other end was Tom, his best friend of 10 years. A call from Tom meant one thing: the two 18 year olds were going to go score some ladies. "Hey, man. I've got to get down to the grocery store for my mom. I should be back in an hour or two," Josh told Tom. "Alright, I'll be over then. I've got to get ready anyways. How many chicks you think we'll get tonight?" Tom asked. Josh ran his hands through his dark brown hair as he thought of a nice number. "I'm going for 5 man. I'm up for lots of action. If we can get some chick with a big ass again, I'll be in heaven." "You and your asses. I'm a tit man myself though, so I can kind of relate. 5 eh? I'll bet you I get 6, plus at least one of the ones you bring home." "20 bucks if you can convince one of them to let you tit fuck 'em." "Oh hell yeah. 30 if you can rape one in the ass." "You're on. I gotta get going, see ya." "Yeah." Josh hung up the phone and walked out to his car. He got in and started the short drive to the local grocery stop. *** The local store was nothing but a rundown family business. It had been there before anyone could remember and the same family had always run it. Though right now, Josh couldn't remember or care about their name anyless. He strolled in to get the milk and eggs for his mom. Josh absently reached onto a shelf and pulled down an Air-Head, his favorite treat. He never looked, partly out of habit and partly out of wanting to be surprised. As arguably the hottest guy in town, nothing came as much of a surprise to him. That's why he made bets with Tom. Even though they knew they would both win the bet, it was always nice to try and make it seem challenging to get a girl to let you do anything to her. Girls were nothing but play things. And he was their owner. He loved to watch women lick his cum out of their hair like the stupid sluts they all were. He especially liked it dripping out of their ass after a few goes. Josh collected the eggs, headed up front, waved at the kid running the store at the time, and left the correct amount of money for him. Josh jumped into his car and sped home, anxious to get some sort of fuck fest going. He needed a good whore or two. *** Josh waited for Tom in his room until he was almost in tears. God, Tom was taking forever. Josh grabbed his Air-Head and ripped it open. It was apple, his favorite. Today was his lucky day. The next bite was even more delicious. The next even more. He gobbled the Air- Head down in a matter of minutes, enjoying every bite for all it was worth. Josh was so wrapped in the ecstasy of his treat that he didn't even notice the drastic and painful changes hitting his body. One moment he was just a normal young man, the nest his hips were flaring out and small bumps were pushing his shirt out. Josh noticed the changes as the pain finally registered with his brain and he slid to the ground, gasping in pain and for air. He felt his penis slowly withdraw into him. None of it was making sense; Josh was in shock as the changes progressed. At the same time that he could begin to feel significant weight on his chest, dark black hair was cascading down his back. Josh swept it out of his eyes as he felt around for the candy wrapper. That was the killer; it had to have given him some sort of allergic reaction. Josh's ass flared to a respectable size and he just groaned. The tingle in his chest worried him more. His face was burning and he could barely make out the words on the candy wrapper, but he did get the terrifying pun on the wrapper: "Air-Headed: You're out of Control." The words blurred as Josh's mind gave way to the emerging woman's. Josh couldn't read the words anymore. He was hysteric. He couldn't read. He couldn't read the words! Wait...what were words? Words? Josh's feminized self sat down on her legs with a puzzled look on her face. She felt her ass become more cushioned and she giggled. What was she worried about? Hmmm. Something seemed wrong, but she couldn't figure it out. Too bad she didn't have a boy here to think for her. He could give her some good sex too. Melissa's fantasy lover came into her mind. It was a man with a ten inch cock, just waiting to go into her ass. Melissa's vagina tingled and she felt her usual warmth down there. She knew from experience that she'd be gushing in seconds. Her tits tingled too and finally pushed into their large B glory. Melissa moaned, giggled and then fell back in her ripped boy clothing to play with herself. She was sure a boy would be here soon. *** Tom walked into his friend's house just in time to hear giggling form Josh's room. Was he getting some of his own nookie? What a bastard. Tom waved at Josh's mother before heading back to Josh's room. She had accepted that her son was a womanizer and a lowlife, but he'd never done it in her house before. Tom felt kind of sorry for the old lady, she didn't really deserve the disrespect. Tom threw open Josh's door to find a totally nude, dark haired, blue eyed, large assed goddess on Josh's bed, pounding away at her own cunt. For a few moments he remained frozen like a deer in headlights and the girl did not notice him. She was too wrapped in her own sexuality. Then she caught a scent of something on him (funny since the room reeked of sex), Tim guessed a man scent or something, and looked up at him. She smiled and got up, sexily prancing toward him. Tom didn't pass up the opportunity to enjoy this steal. He would be winning the bet already. Josh was going to have to take seconds, definitely sloppy with this one. The first thing the girl did was plant a wet kiss directly on Tom's mouth. It tasted like apple Air-Head. She held the kiss for what seemed like forever, her sweet mouth torturing his taste buds. She released Tom and smiled sexily at him. He could feel her lust. "Damn girl, you have sweet kisses. That tasted great. What have you been doing? Eating apples for stamina?" The girl just giggled like a complete ditz. Not one rational thought had passed through her head. She was only about fucking in Tom's eyes. He happily obliged her urges. The two went at it like wild animals. Tom had to remove his clothes as he sucked more sweetness out of her mouth, as he got ready to ram away at her sex. He almost penetrated her vagina, but then she shook her head, and flipped over into a doggy position on the bed patting her ass. This was Josh's fetish, but Tom wasn't against it. He could always tit fuck her afterwards too. He knew she would be up for it. Tom pounded away in her ass, enjoying every moment of it. Damn this was a slut. Tom's excitement was dampened by a slight uneasiness in his stomach. He felt his chest wiggling, like he had man tits. Man, maybe he was getting fat. After he blew about two loads into her as, the girl grabbed Tom's blonde hair and flipped him over her to impale herself on his rod. Funny thing was, Tom had always shaved his head, this was weird indeed. But the moment was too good, she worked away on his penis. Though he had seen her ramming away with an entire fist earlier, she seemed so tight comparatively. It was just right for his penis. Tom flipped the girl over and mounted her stomach, getting ready for his favorite part. His hips shifted outwards, allowing a better seat on her body. This shocked Tom as he pushed the blonde hair out of his eyes. He realized something was wrong as a sharp headache hit him. Tom turned to the mirror and gasped in horror. Staring back was an increasingly hot, blonde chick with sky blue eyes. Tom looked down at himself. His hands were definitely more feminine. He let out a desperate whine, as his tits grew even bigger. "What are you doing to me?" Tom looked into the girl's eyes, his face burning. He could feel his face getting sluttier. He was becoming a chick and this was all her fault. A sharp decrease in intelligence made Tom giggle as his head felt extremely light. This terrified him to the core. He was going to be a stupid slut like this girl he was fucking. Tom's tits pushed out to a small C as his penis began to shrivel even farther. He had forgotten his little buddy. It was already only about 2 inches, and getting smaller. The frantic search for release in tit fucking the girl was a blur of giggles of the emerging Jessica, sobs from the changing male, and moans of passion from both sides of the intercourse. He was going to use his penis at least once more if he was going to be one of these things. A taste of apple flooded his mouth as his penis completely disappeared, leaving Melissa frowning at the absence of a boy and Jessica rubbing her pussy, dripping onto Melissa's chest. "What happened to the boy?" Melissa gave Jessica a puzzled look as the new girl began rubbing her vagina against Melissa's. Jessica shrugged and played with Melissa's tits, just wanting to never let them go. "I wish a boy were here, he could fill me." "I know, that one was great. Let's find more. But after we're done baby. May I lick down there?" "Yes." Melissa and Jessica turned on the other's vagina, lapping away. "Mmmm. You have such a great taste." "You too, I love apple." THE END There's another story in the bank. Hope you enjoyed it. I'm pleased.

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Fairies I

Fairies Daniel checked his traps. A shy boy, he had never really gotten along with his peers. He was too short for basketball, too light for wrestling or football, little hand to eye coordination so baseball was out. What could a kid do? He discovered an interest in insects. They never expected him to hit a glove at 90 feet. They didn't care if he could kick, hit, pitch or anything else. They went about their lives with indifference to anything they didn't need to do. Sometimes he...

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Fairies One Enchanted Evening

One enchanted Evening... Dandelion flew alongside the Queen toward the national forest. "It's so beautiful from up here." She sighed. "Yes. But the smog is murder," the Queen replied. They skimmed over a freeway, and entered the depths of the forest. Here, without the taint of man, it was a wonderland Dandelion would have never imagined. The few Fairy he had seen were multiplied fourfold. They danced, and in some places he saw two light merge, pulsing. She asked about the...

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Claires Little Helper

Claire's Little Helper By Emma Smith Sunday, 25 August 2002 Chapter 1 Update I suppose I should start by bringing people up to date with some of the things that have happened to me since last time. To be honest there isn't a great deal to tell but I'll give you the highlights, such as they are. I've had a few more trips out and my sister has been much more responsible on calling on me as her stand in. In fact she hasn't done it to me since last time. She did take me out to...

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Laird of the Loch

I was completely worn as I entered the glade to bathe in the loch. For the past several weeks I had done nothing but act as an aide to some English general or another as I attempted to ferret out troop movements and other valuable information that might help my own countrymen in this endless and brutal war. When I could slip away, I would quietly enter the Scottish camp and report my findings. Sometimes I was able to stay and rest for a few days among friends before I had to once again don my...

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Repairman

After Sam moved into his home on the top floor of an apartment block, he became fascinated with his neighbours. They occupied the far end unit and he lived next door to them. The six units on each floor were mirror images of one another and Sam, therefore, shared an adjoining bedroom wall with Tex and Gail. They had a very noisy sex life and Sam would frequently hear them cavorting after two a.m.Gail worked at a nightclub from six p.m. till two a.m., and after being collected by Tex after her...

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Fairies III A day in the life Mediterranean

The problem with lawyers... The man leaped at the Coach as he stepped from his car. Having spent several years as a Marine before he became a coach. what happened next was a foregone conclusion. He grabbed, slammed the man face first into his SUV (Wincing at the dent his face left) and set his foot on the man's back. "What the hell are you doing?" He snarled. "Coach Henderson I am serving you with a subpoena!" the man said. Of course with a broken nose and other injuries from his...

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Claires Journey into Submission and Torment

Claire's journey into submission and tormentClaire was a simple girl, attractive and ambitious.  Little could she guess on that first day at work that it would lead to pain and suffering beyond her wildest imaginings.Part one - first dayThis was it - this was the day!  Finally she was going to be her own boss - a real job, her own flat and freedom at last.  When Jarvis and Co had offered Claire the job she could hardly beleive it, but now here she was, getting ready for her first day.  OK the...

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Claires Sweet 16 Poo PartyPart 3 School

The next Monday morning Claire Bishop awoke and was given a yummy breakfast of poo on toast and a poo smoothie, which she then repaid by flavouring her mothers morning coffee. Her mother then dropped her off at school still smelling faintly of the weekends activities, as did her friends who were all delighted to see her and thanked her for such a great party. They all had tales of how much more dirty fun they had with their mothers the rest of the weekend, those with sisters had also got them...

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Dairy Farm

"Dairy"A femcan story by dmbThe following fictional story is intended only for mature adults. All characters are over 18.He was surprised the job interview was in a wine bar. 'Medical Research Subject' doesn't usually involve meeting in a secluded romantic restaurant, but the miserable job market left Daryl no choice. After several weeks of online questionnaires and background checks, plus medical checks at a clinic, he had been approved for the final phase in the interview for a vague research...

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Dairy Farm

"Dairy"A femcan story by dmbThe following fictional story is intended only for mature adults. All characters are over 18.He was surprised the job interview was in a wine bar. 'Medical Research Subject' doesn't usually involve meeting in a secluded romantic restaurant, but the miserable job market left Daryl no choice. After several weeks of online questionnaires and background checks, plus medical checks at a clinic, he had been approved for the final phase in the interview for a vague research...

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Dairy Of My Sister

Now coming to the matter.. My family is simple middle class contains 4 members.. Me, my sister Divya.. Mom, dad.. They both are private employees.. We don’t have any complaints and problems, happy life.. And I’m studying b.Tech.. 21yrs.. My sis is accountant in bank.. 23yr.. As usual in my house also two bed rooms, one for mom n dad.. Another one for us.. We both r very close to each other.. We share lot of things n personals too.. If i want money.. Asks her.. She would give her bank atm card.....

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AIRTIGHT

Alan responded to our ad and he really appealed to us. One thing led to another. When he wanted to bring his older cousin with him when we met, we were so hot to party with him we decided to live dangerously and agreed. So, I had seen my wife naked with other men before. I had seen her sit on other men's laps before, too. She likes facing me when she sits on other men's laps like that. She wants me to see it all when she lowers herself down on another man's hard cock. She likes how hot it makes...

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Fairytale of Christmas

To the tune of "Fairytale of New York" by Shane MacGowan and Jem Finer This may be archived/posted anywhere: Just give credit where credit is due, thanks! Fairytale of Christmas By Pretzelgirl It was Christmas Eve, again In the closet I finished donning my gay apparel And then I poured a drink My memories erase I strung some mistletoe Tear trickles down my face God, I'm the lucky one I've been the favorite son I've kept it hidden I've been the golden boy The toll has...

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Claires Secret

"Are you getting this?" Claire shouted from the top of the rickety abandoned platform. "Claire, trust me, I'm recording your every step." "OK, just keep it aimed at me, and don't stop, no matter what happens." "All right, all right, but be careful up there." "Geez, Zach, sometimes you sound just like my dad. Just do what I ask, OK?" Zach zoomed in on Claire as she stood on the dilapidated walkway. He was expecting her to drop something onto the sun-harded Texas soil below, but...

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Claires Sweet 16 Poo PartyPart 4 Going Public

It was Friday night in The Bishop household as Claire lay across her mothers lap, with her bare bottom facing up towards her mother, she wore only the short pink cotton sweater her mother had bought her and a pair of cute pink socks. Her mother lovingly stroked her backside as she let out a loud sloppy extended fart, right into her mothers face. "Wow honey that was really lovely", said Sarah's mum as they both breathed in deeply the aroma that came from her bottom. This was common...

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Wheelchair bound babe gets pleasure where she cou

They say when a woman gets passed fifty, she becomes invisible, at one time she may have turned many heads or stopped conversations when she entered a room, but now she goes unnoticed.As Audrey came into the function room you would have thought the slim attractive brunette would have attracted the attention of the men filling the room. But she didn't she was also was transparent to them and she was only twenty eight.If she had walked into the bar a plethora of men would of rushed to buy her a...

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Faire Trade

Once upon a time, Jack had been a normal guy, like you or me. Well. Maybe a little more perverse than most. There was always so many beautiful ladies around, and he just wanted to touch them. One day, he woke up different, changed. There was no magic fairy, no voice of god, just the knowledge in his head that he could do as he wished, to anyone he wished. It was there firm in his head, as he got dressed in a simple black sleeveless shirt, with a v-neck and ties, a red vest, and a plain black...

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Billionaire and the SisterhoodChapter 3 Groveling Leads To Sisterrsquos Involvement

Mark I was shocked and felt like my gut had been ripped apart. Worse, I knew it was my own damned fault. I showed up with a corsage in my hand to pick up Elsa, and instead I found the dress I’d bought for her, plus all the accessories, and a caustic note on the front door. Further, the bouquet of flowers I’d sent her the day before lay on her doormat, obviously stomped on by her comings and goings. I got the message. She was royally pissed. Elsa had apparently discovered who I really was....

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Billionaire Valley Its Bitches

It was a cool day in June. Peggy was doing the morning dishes. Looking out of the wondow. She saw Betty her next door neighbor. Getting her news paper from her mail box. She thought to herself, how lovely Betty always look. Even on this cool morning she look gorgeous. As she clench her robe tightly, around her firm twenty nine year old body. She is such a nice person to be around. Not like that husband of hers. Tim is such a snake in the grass. He's always trying to fuck someone. I would think...

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