"I don't know if the look is for me...but I won't lie the attention I get in the gym has been doing wonders for my ego, what do you think, babe? "

It's funny how you didn't feel this way when he was still a man. Nothing has changed and yet now hiding away under the bleachers during the concert to smoke..and just chill out something is..different. both of you are more comfortable. confident. you laugh easier? maybe it's love? something else?

🙃

It's fun when you find someone you think you can break, someone who looks like an unremarkable man that you can turn into a sapphic slave, and then you turn her into a woman and the eagerness...oh the eagerness.

Perhaps then you've found a new favorite toy...or maybe more than a toy

love the conflict in knowing it's someone you're supposed to care about but feeling to good to wanna stop, so fucking hot

what would you say the best thing about my style is?

He wasn't trying to be sexy. Every move he made was feminine perfection and the more he tried to deny it the more it became real, and the more he refused his his feminine person the more She was adamant that This Was Happening.

I'll have to make up for this by posting porn for you all later when I've gotten my shit sorted more clearly

despite me being more overtly political in my non-erotica account I don't feel comfortable posting about it over there. and I sense this post may be unpleasant for a lot of you but I just need to get it all out of my head.

I'm not gonna mince words, shit's scary right now.

literally have shown them the bit where people the guy who said "transgenderism needs to be eradicated" and they were like "he never said people needed to die so it's not actual calls to genocide"

Like dude, I literally have fucking data.

if I can be permitted a moment to break character.
a friend of mine keeps making more and more wild statements about how "over exaggerated" some of my fear about right wing transphobia is in america, and sometimes it is very hard to not just want to scream in their face.

Im always in love with good boys being corrupted by their alter egos

How could I have possibly waited? after 3 months of getting my "boyfriend" comfortable with me I managed to dose him up with Hypnocil; hours later she was moaning as I teased her with tongue and all kinds of dirty talk. Soon she'll barely remember that boring male life and I'll have a perfect mate

I called my best friend over, I want you to take a good hard look at this and lock it in the spank bank. cause it's gonna be the last time you ever see it. Hell you can even stay and watch if you're into that kind of thing.

you know. Now that we've swapped bodies I feel like I have the confidence to say it. You're boring. You were a fun girlfriend for the first couple months but now that I see all the arrogance in your personality filtered through a masculing body...I dont know what I Ever liked about you.

That was such a fun story to write. I've been tempted to make another sequel to something you've made. Just need the right ideas

Im in a mood
Give me some praise, won't you?

Hypnocil brought out some sort of beast in me. I dont remember who or what suggestion brought it out but now all I do is fuck, and take, and do what I want and the release is perfection

Oh I'd be fucking honored if you did babe

Ken had no idea when he lost control. though neither did sam. each one succumbing to the addiction and vices of sapphic bdsm pleasure, the drugs and their own spiraling hunger pushing them far past the boundaries anyone might consider normal.

If you see them at a club..mind your drinks.

being a preferential submissive and closeted trans person, Samantha had jumped on hypnocil first chance she got. and when she found out Ken had his own vices connected to the drug well. How could she not take the chance to build her own perfect domme.

Very soon Kloe became hooked on latex

He'd always eventually come back to being Ken. The transformations never permanent. but even then, the siren song of Kloe hung in his head, post hypnotic cries of orgasm soaked deep into his mind.
This was never going to be more than a passing fancy. not addiction.
Then his cousin found out.

At first it was no different than a good high on thc. buzzing, floaty, giggly, with a surprise glow of horny that resulted in masturbation sessions that were powered by a desite to CUM SO HARD it practically turned his brain off.

Then..out of curiosity he wondered what tits would feel like.

when the first recordings of it were made barely anyone believed Hypnocil could be real. A drug so potent that it rendered the person under it's influence suggestible to the point that even their body responded to the suggestion.

So it was only natural that Ken would try it out

You remember reading the reddit stories abotu pregnancy being one of the things that stabilizes the chemical bonds to the chromosomes of the human body, and knowing the russian roulette you both were playing with every load of cum she'd squeeze out of you with her tight pussy. so why can't you stop?

enabling your friends elixir addiction was the kinkiest thing you've ever done, and the past year had been filled with the naughtiest sex as you engaged in an affair behind his back with his alter ego. Now things are getting a little out of hand with her inisting on riding you bareback

Trying to go cold turkey from the elixir was hell for Evelyn, Every time she'd stop focusing she could feel the corrupting, teasing touch of her persona trying to seduce her. She knew how good it would feel, and she shouldn't but oh...those hands...that power. How could she stop?

Under the latex? oh. you dont get it...there isn't anything under the latex anymore. your friend is long gone and he's been replaced. I am a being of desire and lust. This shell...is just that. no stop crying and lets play.

Sometimes I feel as though I am relearning writing.
I say this for both erotica, and also just..in general.