Hey, I’m not sure if this is real, but there is this guy Alex at my office. He’s wicked smart and cute but he’s always so stressed out. He gets to the office by 6:30 and doesn’t leave till 10. He’s always so busy!
He’s openly gay but not flashy about it. Do you think you could help him relax and maybe find a guy? He’s really nice (when he stops long enough to talk that is) and I think he should get to unwind a little. Thanks
My biggest fantasy is suddenly becoming all buff and outgrowing my clothes. I want to know what it’s like to hulk out, growing bigger and hairier until my clothes strain against my body, uncomfortably tight. Soon, the fabric bursts at the seams—the tightness and ripping arousing me.
Sure, I might lose a bit of intelligence but that’s fine—as long as I can still enjoy the change. After my growth spurt, I’d run out and fuck the first guy I see. I’d infect him and make him massive, just like me.
The strangest thing just came in the post for me. I didn’t order a cock ring but it arrived in an envelope with a purple seal on the back.
The truth, at last, and it is beyond anything Bennett could have ever imagined. Strangely, Bennett isn’t as alarmed as he thinks he should be.
A kiss Bennett almost regrets paves the way for something beautiful. As his feelings for Ewan intensify, one thing leads to another in the Bio Chemistry lab.
An unfortunate event forces Bennett and Ewan closer than ever before and the tension between the two boils over in the aftermath.
Bennett meets with Jet’s contact in Minneapolis. He doesn’t uncover any evidence of the conspiracy but he does end up catching some strange feelings.
Bennett, a conspiracy theorist, uproots his life and heads to Minneapolis to uncover the truth behind Hierarch Industries’ Project: Ophiuchus.
Sam’s roommate Tuck is about to do something monumentally stupid and join an anti-lockdown rally. It’s just bad enough thing to do that Sam’s willing to temporarily relax his ethical and moral standards to keep the big dumb idiot from going.
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Disclaimer: This story involves a transmasculine (FtM) individual and penis in vagina (PIV) sex. While I have tried to be as respectfully euphemistic as I can where I can, this is an erotic story and therefore the use of language pertaining to transmasculine genitalia that may be triggering to some (i.e. use of the terms ‘clit’ and ‘boy pussy’) is unavoidable.
I have done my best to consult with trans friends and do research but it is my understanding that there is no universal standard of acceptable terms for trans genitalia. That is to say, what one individual might find perfectly alright, another might find squicky—or triggering altogether. While I would love for you to read and enjoy this story, please consider if you would like to continue if you suffer from bottom dysphoria.
Furthermore, I would like to remind everyone that this is erotica. Its primary purpose is entertainment. The presence of mind-control elements in this story is incidental and a defining feature of much of my work. It is not intended as a commentary on the transgender experience, and I would like to categorically and emphatically make clear “trans deception” is bullshit.
Pink Fairy, lately my Daddy hasn’t been spending much time with me. I think he is self conscious about his small cock. Is there anyway to make my Daddy’s dick bigger? I would do anything for him! I just want to serve him. I think if we could make his cock bigger, me and him would be spending more time together.
I’d love to spend all my time with him.
This is a rewrite of a request previously received and responded to on Tumblr.