#janes original content

all those sugary sweet captions about girls wrapping themselves up to be your gift for Christmas are very cute and all… but let’s be real. a useless virgin like you wouldn’t have a clue what to do in that situation~

(art by jagaimo!)

awww, poor thing, you can’t handle big Christmas parties, huh? it’s ok, your girlfriend doesn’t mind going all on her own to the busy party, crowded with horny strangers, plus a familiar face… what could go wrong?~

(NTR but the semi-consensual kind!)

(art by jabara tornado!)

and a super mean Christmas caption to round them out! is this seriously what you’ve been jerking off to, on your own, all day? wow, how pathetic…~

(art by handplug!)

btw, you can find more explicit caps on my twitter! including last year’s Halloween cap, which was too lewd to be effectively censored for tumblr…~

sultrystories:

A chance encounter in the gym showers gives Amelia the oppurtunity to try and reassert her dominant side… will she be able to get over her growing inferiority complex, and put Isaac in his place? Or is Stacy going to steal her cute femboy simp’s first time for herself?~

Amelia’s breath came quick and ragged as she worked her hand up and down her cock.

“Ngghh… fuck… I seriously can’t do this heeeere…”

The hot water from the showerhead sprayed against her pale, muscular back as she looked around desperately. Nothing but empty white tile all around… but Amelia knew that could change in a heartbeat.

After all, jerking off in the communal showers was veryrisky.

She had just come in to quickly wash herself down after her daily workout. They had gotten more and more intense over the past month, pushing her body to the limit in an effort to exhaust herself and avoid… well… this…

Amelia groaned as the weightof her backed-up sack ached between her legs. Fuck. If she’d known that going over three straight weeks without cumming would have been this hard she would never have suggested this stupid challenge!

She was leaning against the wall, legs spread wide as her ten inches of thick, gorgeous dick was pounded into her fist. All while the same thoughts she’d been trying to avoid all month haunted her…

 Fuck me harder, Luna~  

“Gggfffuuuck…” Amelia grunted as the familiar memory drove her all the way to the edge. This was totally unbearable… for weeks now, every time she finally gave in, and wrapped her hand around her cock, this was what happened!

That was why she was hammering her body every single day, coming home with her muscles aching, so exhausted that she could just collapse into bed… but today, as soon as she’d gotten in the shower, her cock had just been so needy…  

She glared down at it as she worked her hips. Stupid fucking cock. Putting all these disgusting thoughts in her head… distracting her while she was trying to work out… not e-even being big enough to compete with Luna!

 Luna…

 Amelia couldn’t stop it. In her mind’s eye, her friend sloped into the shower, her gloomy face split by a sadistic grin as water dripped from her naked body, her legs squeezed together.

“Just accept it… that cute little thing is never gonna measure up to this,” Luna walked right up to Amelia as she spoke, spreading her legs and letting every disgusting, bloated, beautiful inch of her uncut dick bob up. Amelia worked her hand faster and faster as it was draped over her own cock, gasping as the sheer size of it totally eclipsed her own meat… fuck, she was so close, it felt so good, she was gonna cummm-

“A-aahh!! Um, sorry, I-”

Amelia froze. Fuck. Fuck, she’d been so wrapped up in her fantasy that she hadn’t even noticed anyone else coming in! She covered her crotch with her hands, turning to apologise… and realised it was possibly the worst person it could have been.

Isaac stood in the doorway, cheeks flushed, and towel held against his narrow chest.

“Oh, u-uh, hi Amelia,” he stammered, eyes darting back and forth between staring right at his naked crush, and staring literally anywhere else.

“U-um, I just, spilled some paint on myself in class, and, um, I wanted to shower and like, um-”

Amelia’s heart thundered in her chest. Fuck. This was so humiliating. Getting caught like thisby one of her roommates… although at least it hadn’t been Stacy. If she found out-

The bottom dropped out of Amelia’s stomach as she realised something. Stacy absolutely would find out. There was no way Isaac would keep quiet about this to her. She’d get it out of him some way or another, he was just too soft and easily bullied to put up a fight!

The whole time that Amelia had been standing there, spiralling further and further, Isaac continued to babble away…

“… s-so I guess I understand why you’d be doing that, I mean y-you are pretty pent up, y-you’re probably like…” he bit his pink, glossy lip, and his gaze fell to her still-hard cock, barely hidden by her hand.

“P-probably desperate for release…”

Amelia realised with a start that she was being an idiot. This was it! All she had to do was pin down this cute little slutand pound his fucking brains out! She could finally cum without thinking about Luna, and it’d make sure all Isaac remembered about this little encounter was that it was the precursor to getting his ass gaped by her… after all, Amelia knew Isaac had a crush on her. He’d jump at the chance to get used as her personal fleshlight… he’d worship her like a fucking goddess. And Amelia could go back to feeling like the stud she was!

Amelia padded over to Isaac, her feet splashing against the smooth tile. His nervous babbling completely trailed off, and he was visibly shaking with excitement as Amelia (who overtopped him by a foot and change) loomed over him, smiling down at him with her teeth bared. There was a feeling inside her, something that she hadn’t even noticed until it was gone. Something aggressive and fierythat pushed her towards Isaac… Amelia realised it was the first time she’d felt that way since the Halloween party, flirting with all those dumb, giggling bimbos. It felt like years ago now…

Despite this outward confidence, and almost beginning to feel like her old self again, Amelia was shaking too. She was so close. All she had to do was reach out and pull that towel out of his hands…

A little voice in the back of her head. A voice that sounded suspiciously like Stacy’s.

You really think your cock is good enough to satisfy him? That cute little thing doesn’t deserve to have Isaac simping over it, just go home and jerk off while thinking about Luna breeding me again, that’s all it’s good for~  

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hope you enjoy this new chapter of my No Nut November story! <3

sultrystories:

Amelia, the apartment’s resident girl-stud, is feeling confident about her No Nut November chances! she’s hitting the gym to blow off steam, relaxing with her friends, and definitely doesn’t have an obvious complex about her dick size not being enough that Stacy can easily exploit to awaken new, shameful feelings in Amelia…~

phew! honestly, i’d like to have gotten this chapter out a few days earlier, but pacing out the shifts in perspective (something i’ve never really done before, but is probably gonna be very important for this story) was more of a pain than i expected! i hope you all enjoyed, and that i can get chapter 3 out soon! <3

Amelia groaned as she settled back on the couch, dumping her gym bag on the floor. She, Luna, and Isaac were all gathered in their apartment’s living room, unwinding after a day of college. Amelia wiped the sweat from her brow, before spreading her arms along the back of the couch, and crossing her legs. She’d been out later than her two roommates, hitting the gym to try and blow off some steam. The session had been so brutal that she hadn’t even bothered to get showered and changed, staggering home in just her sports bra and shorts. It had been necessary, though. She had to de-stress somehow, after all…

Isaac and Luna looked like they were taking a more distraction-based approach to the problem. Isaac’s Switch was bleeping and blooping away from the armchair he was sat in, and Luna had her headphones in, playing on her phone while lying on the other couch. Amelia told herself that they were all coping just fine. Five days into No Nut November, and the three of them all had their systems worked out. It was barely even affecting them!

But… well… she would never admit it to anyone else, but every moment while Amelia had been working out, she had been more aware than ever of the thick, heavy weight of the eleven inches of girthy girlmeat between her legs! Just feeling her cock swaying back and forth had been enough to make it jump a little, and now that she was back home, she was fighting a serious urge to just go to her room and fuck her fist…

This wasn’t helped by Isaac being, well, Isaac. Amelia had always strongly suspected that he had a crush on her, but he was usually at least a little bit subtle about it. But now, every time Amelia shifted, or recrossed her legs, or stretched and showed a little musky, sweaty armpit, a “game over’’ jingle would play, as the shy, distractable cutie snuck a glance at her. Amelia had always loved to show off, and such obvious perving was really getting to her. She was really trying not to do it on purpose, but it felt sooo good to make other people stare…

And then there was Luna. Amelia couldn’t make out exactly what was playing on her phone, but her headphones were turned up pretty high, and the tinny, exaggerated moans were very obvious. If there was any doubt left about what she was watching, the thick, twitching outline in her sweatpants dispelled it utterly. In fact, there was an obvious, heavy stain spreading in the fabric…

Hmph!  

Amelia crossed her arms, and averted her gaze. Not that she was going to look at that disgusting thing, obviously. She’d had more than enough of that already. Her cheeks flushed, and she tried to put it out of her mind, but she couldn’t help thinking back to a few months prior… when she had accidentally walked in on Luna. She had stood, hand on mouth, shocked as she watched her moody, shut-in roommate throwing her head back in pure ecstasy, poundingher fleshlight, headphones in and watching hentai on her laptop! This would have been bad enough, but…

Even from a distance, Amelia could see that the length of dick being pulled out of the fleshlight had been much bigger than she had expected. A shut-in like Luna, she had always reasoned, probably had a tiny little pindick! Unlike Amelia, who carried herself with the confidence of someone who knew that she could totally knock up your girlfriend with her massive cock if she wanted to, Luna was much more introverted. In Amelia-land, this made sense; your level of confidence mapped proportionally to your cock size, obviously!

Instead… well, Amelia didn’t have any hard figures, so she still tried to tell herself it had been a trick of the light. That her nerdy, virgin roommate didn’t have a drooling, uncut pillar of bitchmeatthat made Amelia’s cock look mediocre, bordering on small, by comparison.

She definitely tried not to think about the fact that Luna’s fleshlight had been a XXXL Slutbreakerbrand…

Anyway, Amelia never thought about that. Ever. And to prove that it didn’t bother her that she wasn’t rocking the biggest dick in the apartment, she uncrossed her legs, and deliberately spread them, smirking to herself as she heard Isaac gasp at the sight of the obvious bulge in her shorts. She didn’t look at him, instead closing her eyes and pretending she didn’t know what she was doing.

In short, between Isaac’s simping, Amelia’s need to show off, and Luna’s inability to hide her oversized dick, just a few days of denial had left the tension in the apartment thick enough to cut with a knife.

And then Stacy walked in.

Amelia must have been out when the other girl had left the apartment, because she would absolutely have remembered seeing her. Despite the chilly autumn weather, the apartment complex was warm enough that Stacy was looking perfectly relaxed in an undersized vest and panties, carrying a long package under her arm. Given the circumstances, Amelia was vaguely impressed with herself for even noticing the parcel.

“I’m baaack! Oh, hi Amelia, welcome home!” she smiled.

“H-hi Stacy,” Amelia just about spat the words out normally. Isaac and Luna were both flushed bright red, totally unable to even look at her. Amelia got it. Maintaining eye contact for as long as it took to say hello had been a real struggle.

The thing was, seeing Stacy wearing practically nothing around the apartment wasn’t anything new. Her Halloween costume from a few days prior had basically been a fetish outfit with a pointy hat and a cape. But… well, after a few days of nothing but frustrated edging, seeing her bare tummy, the puffy outline of her pussy in her black thong, and her nipples poking through the fabric of her vest hit a different note than it usually did.

Plus, like… there was a reason Amelia hadn’t done anything about Isaac’s obvious little crush on her. And that’s because she kinda wanted Stacy. I mean, what kind of self-respecting dickgirl stud wouldn’t be constantly fantasising about knocking up a girl like her? And at any rate, it just made sense! They were both fun, and outgoing, and totally compatible… but Stacy had never really made a move, and Amelia had always been distracted with easier pursuits. But this whole challenge was making her seriously rethink that…  

All that is to say that Amelia quickly crossed her legs again, in a vain attempt to hide the fact that just seeing Stacy had already gotten her half-hard! For a moment, she thought she’d noticed a smirk from Stacy… but the moment passed too quickly for Amelia to really tell.

“Well, I’ll see you three later, I have some studying to do,” Stacy seemed completely oblivious to the blushing, nervous wrecks her mere presence had reduced her roommates to. She hummed to herself as she headed to her room, leaving the door slightly ajar as Amelia, Luna, and Isaac each breathed a sigh of relief. Amelia looked over at Luna.

“You don’t think she like… knows, right?” she asked, in hushed tones. Luna shrugged unhelpfully, looking troubled, but not so much that she took out her headphones. Amelia turned to Isaac.

“You didn’t say anything right?”

“Uh-”

Whatever Isaac was about to say was interrupted by an extremely loud, exaggerated, borderline porny moan from Stacy’s room.

All three of them froze. Surely it hadn’t actually been-

“Ohhh, fuckkk…~”

Nope. It was real.

There was a moment of silent, group deliberation, which of course ended as soon as Amelia got to her feet, and her two shy friends were freed from the responsibility of having to deal with this horribly embarrassing situation.

“Ugh, this is s-so immature, what kind of a prank is that?” Amelia asked, to a pair of nods and mhm ’s that were, like her, trying to convince themselves that that was what was happening. Shaking a little, Amelia went over to Stacy’s door.

She’ll be stood right there, waiting to laugh at you for liking her stupid fake moans…  

Amelia reached out, pushed the door open… and her jaw dropped. In the middle of her pink, queen-sized bed, Stacy Smith was on her back, completely naked. Her blonde hair fanned out on the mattress behind her, completing the absurdly bimbo-y look. The vest and panties had been discarded in a pile next to the bed, along with a bunch of ripped up packaging, which, now that Amelia got a better look at it, was exactly the kind of inconspicuous design that just screamed ‘we offer discrete packaging on our products’. What had been inside this package before was now inside… well…

The size of it was absurd. Well over a foot of thick, rubbery pink plastic, and it was sinking into Stacy’s cunt easily . She was obviously soaked, drooling all over her sheets as she slammed the artificial cock into her pussy, and then dragged it out, inch by inch…

“Ggghhh… fuuuuck…”

——–

Stacy’s heart thundered as she heard the door creak. Fuck. She was really going to do this. Her new dildo had been the last thing that needed to arrive before she got started… everything else was prepared. She was ready to make this whole month unbearable for her roommates~

Fuuuck… someone was looking at her. One of them was looking right at her while she matedherself with this fat plastic dick! It was so exciting…

“Ggghhh… fuuuuck…”

The truth was, while Stacy was playing up her moans a little more than usual, getting stretched out by this fat plastic cock felt incredible… and having an audience made it so much better. Shaking, she slowed her movements, just a little, and looked over at the door. Whoever it was hadn’t come in yet, so it was probably Luna or Isaac, they were too shy to-

Huh.

That was strange. Stacy had been expecting Amelia to just come straight in if it were her, especially since she had all but given an open invitation to her roommates. Instead, she was just standing in the doorway, panting, completely dumbstruck.

Still. Stacy knew what she had to say. Amelia had always had a low-key crush on her, and Stacy certainly liked her back; it made sense after all, surely the biggest stud and the biggest slut in their little group would make a great couple? She could see it; all she had to do was moan Amelia’s name, and the poor girl would snap. The next thing she knew, she’d be locked in a mating press, getting that nasty, backed-up girl goo unloaded straight into her womb, the way everyone had always sort of expected them to…

But something about it didn’t feel right. She didn’t know what it was. Maybe she had picked up on the jealous little glances Amelia had sometimes thrown when she thought no-one was looking. Maybe she just knew her friend better than she knew herself. Maybe the way she was just standing there, staring, exposed a weakness that Stacy didn’t fully understand, but still knew she could exploit… and maybe she had on occasion, without even realising, followed Amelia’s jealous gaze, and found it resting on the weightthat you could sometimes see shifting in Luna’s pants. All of these little pieces were snowballing together, and as Stacy, panting, whining, pushed herself all the way up to the edge, she realised what she had to say. She rolled her hips, groaning as she worked herself up to breaking point, and looked over at Amelia, locking eyes with her.

“Fuck me harder, Luna~ ”

The look of shock, bordering on outrage on Amelia’s face was bad enough. But the fact that it made the larger girl shiver , her cheeks flushing red, with an obvious stain forming in her shorts as her crush moaned another girl’s name?

That was it. Stacy squealed as her dildo slammed up against her cervix, the sounds becoming so embarrassing that she couldn’t help clamping a hand over her mouth, while she squirted all over her sheets. Fuuuck. This was… incredible… this wasn’t the same kind of feeling she usually had when she came. Not that same kind of warm, pleasurable feeling she got from getting pinned down by a stud like Amelia. This was something sharper, more potent. A sick, sadistic thrill that ran through Stacy’s body, leaving her in a rictus of ecstasy as she rode out her orgasm.

Finally, with a sigh, she slumped on her bed. She was half-expecting Amelia to get on top of her, to take revenge for teasing her so badly… but when she looked up at the door again, it had been shut. She smirked to herself. That might be something to keep an eye on…~

——-

“Fuck me harder, Luna~ ”

Amelia was shocked. Stacy had always been a tease, but this was downright cruel! Awful! She was being totally… awful…

Stepping back, and pulling the door closed, Amelia took a few steps, unable to hear over the sound of her heart thundering in her ears, and those words, repeating over and over even as she heard Stacy crash into what sounded like an incredible orgasm. One that Amelia should have given her…

Isaac asked her something, but she didn’t really hear it. Amelia wordlessly walked past her roommates, went into her room, and shut the door.

That was… ugh! How could she say that? It was so… so…

Amelia glanced down, and let out a whine of despair. No. Nonono… how could that have made her… hard?

But there was no mistaking it. She had graduated from bulge to full-blown tent.

With shaking hands, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her running shorts, and tugged them down. She groaned at the sight of the line of thick precum connecting the end of her cock to a stain in her panties. Stupid fucking Stacy…

Amelia went over to her bed, sat down, and wrapped a hand around her cock. Whatever. If she wanted to play nasty, so would Amelia. One quick orgasm to clear her head, and then she’d go back in there, and teach her a lesson! She’d breed that dumb slut with her perfect stud dick-

“Hhhaaa!”

Fuuuuck… why was it so much more sensitive than usual? B-but that was just because she had been backed up for a few days, surely… That was why seeing Stacy fucking herself like that had gotten her so badly. The other girl could have said literally anything, and she’d still be like this!

Amelia started working her hand up and down, harder, faster. Fuck. She was gonna go back in there and pound Stacy’s dumb, slutty brains out. She obviously wanted it. Wanted her . How could she not? She was a stud! Amelia relaxed a little as she continued to jerk off, thinking back to all of her previous conquests. The girls fawning over her at the Halloween party, while Stacy had spent all evening striking out. Yeah. Stacy wanted her. She had to.

Amelia didn’t even care about No Nut November anymore. Fuck that. This was worth $50. She would cum once to get herself under control, and then go straight in there and show Stacy that she’d wasted her time getting a plastic dick when she had the real thing right in front of her.

But even as Amelia tried to hype herself up to go back in there, to show Stacy how a real woman fucks, she found her gaze drifting over to her bedside table. To the object she had stuffed behind it a few months prior, frustrated that it wasn’t tight enough for her to use…

The XXXL Slutbreaker fleshlight. The same model she’d bought after seeing Luna use one. The one she’d tossed away because it wasn’t tight enough for her… and which had barely been able to contain Luna’s cock.

Her breaths came quick and fast as she continued to pump, now with both hands, and with completely different thoughts coming to mind, unbidden, but thick and fast.

What if she’s had bigger? What if I’m not good enough for her? Is my dick even that good? Does she really like me, or is she just flirting? She was moaning about Luna, so… what if Stacy already knows she’s bigger than me?

And then, a new possibility occurred to Amelia. Ice gripped her heart, and at the same time,  a thick stream of precum  began drooling nonstop from the head of Amelia’s cock, coating the shaft as she continued to pump faster and faster.

What if they’re already fucking?

New images flooded in. Not memories, but fantasies. Stacy and Luna, kissing on that bed. Stacy moaning, and wrapping her legs around Luna’s chubby frame. Of the two of them sitting together, Stacy showing the normally moody girl the flirty texts Amelia was sending her, the two of them laughing at the idea that Stacy could ever settle for someone like Amelia, before they went to Stacy’s room to mate one another…

It was pathetic. It was totally unlike Amelia. And it wasso fucking hot . She groaned as she tried to ride the edge, desperate not to cum to those thoughts. She tried to turn her mind back to what she had been thinking about before, to what a stud she was… but every time she drove her way back to the edge, all she could think about was Stacy’s smirk, Luna’s cock, and the latter being draped over the former. She couldn’t cum to that.Wouldn’t. But she couldn’t cum to anything else either…

Four hours later, Amelia passed out. Sweating, panting, her hand coated in precum… and her cock still rock-hard as she drifted off into dreams of Stacy fucking other girls~

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sultrystories:

A casual No Nut November challenge between three friends is completely derailed when their slutty roommate finds out, and begins discovering her sadistic side as she teases and tortures the three of them for an entire month! Can Isaac, Amelia, and Luna hold out against Stacy’s increasingly outrageous attempts tip them over the edge before the end of the month? Or will her obsession with torturing her roommates drive all four of them to depths of depravity that they never even imagined?~

a fun lil NNN story that i’ll be updating throughout the month!

this story is a sort of semi-followup/sequel to What Goes Bump in the Night, my Halloween story from this year!

however, i wanna stress that this story is standalone! while What Goes Bump in the Night is the best primer on the characters, imo, i’ve included all the necessary context for who they are, and what they’re doing for No Nut November in this first chapter. so whether you’ve read it or not, i hope you can enjoy it! <3

It was a cool, crisp November morning at Vihdale Central College when Isaac slipped away between classes, heading to the bathroom to fix his makeup. He sighed as he tried to fix his eyeliner in the smudged and dirty mirror, when he heard the door open behind him.

 “So. What were you all talking about last night?”

 Isaac froze. Fuck. He hadn’t seen her following him in… turning away from the mirror, he plastered a fake smile onto his face as best he could.

 “Uh, h-hi Stacy! You uh, know this is the guys’ toilet right?”

 Stacy Smith, one of his roommates, stood in the doorway, arms folded and smirking. She was wearing jeans and a pastel pink sweater that, despite being cut loose, was still pulled tight around her generously-sized chest. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a simple ponytail. She stepped towards Isaac, and he backed up a little, pressing his shapely butt against the sink as she loomed over him.

 “Oh, I know, I come in here a lot,” she smiled sweetly. Isaac flushed. He was technically a few inches taller than Stacy, but she’d decided to wear a set of particularly college-inappropriate heels today, so she was looking down on him. It was difficult not to feel trapped.

 “I… d-did you want something?” Isaac stammered, trying and failing to maintain eye contact. He was really trying his best, but, well… her tits were practically being shoved in his face. Isaac’s outfit today wasn’t that different to Stacy’s; his sweater was a bit tighter, dark red rather than pink, and he had sneakers on rather than heels, but both of them had taken similar measures against the Autumn chill. Isaac did his best to focus on the fashion choices, rather than whatever was underneath them…

 “Mmm… who said I want anything? Maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you… have a little chat, girl-on-girl, y’know? Maybe I could help you fix up that makeup,” Stacy smiled, and Isaac’s objections (both to the blatant lie about not wanting anything, and calling him a girl (ugh!)) died in his throat as she reached out and played with a strand of his dark, messy hair. He was vaguely aware that his mouth was hanging open, and that he was blushing.

 “St-Stacyyy…” he meant it to come out assertive, but all he could manage was a breathy little whine. Uuuggh… this was what always happened! Stacy didn’t seem to hear him, instead leaning in close, and whispering in his ear.

 “We’re aaaaall alone in here… we could do whateverwe liked, and nobody would know… maybe instead of helping you with that makeup, you’d like me to mess it up?~” she teased. Isaac shivered.

 “S-Stacy, stop it, I need to get back to class-”

 Before Isaac could even move, Stacy purposefully placed her hands on the sink to either side of him. No way out.

 “I’ll let you go… as soon as you tell me what you three were talking about last night,” she cooed. Isaac squirmed. This was how it always,      always    went with Stacy. Scratch that, it’s how it always went with any girls! He was cute and slender and liked playing around with makeup, so it was always “Heyy, could you lend me some lunch money?” that would never get paid back, or “Could you like, please do this homework for me? I’d super appreciate it, cutie!” from girls who didn’t even remember his name after it was done, or basically whenever Stacy wanted him to do anything, or, or…

 Isaac squeezed his eyes shut, and whined in frustration, while Stacy giggled. Both at his reaction, and as something cute, small, but unmistakably hardtwitched in Isaac’s jeans.

 Being gently teased and bullied just felt so goooood… and the kind of girls who liked to bully Isaac could smell weakness like that a mile away.

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phew! this chapter was kinda produced in a hurry, so i’m sorry if it’s not up to the usual standard. i think it’s baaasically fine(?) but still, stuff slips past when you’re working to a tight schedule. that’s probably gonna be a theme for this month; i’m notoriously slow and sporadic about posting, especially when it comes to lewd writing, so for this month i wanna challenge myself and work at a pace i’m not used to. that’s gonna be hard! especially because i’m quite busy irl right now. but still, i’m gonna try my best to make this story the best it can be, and get the chapters out on time! thank you very much for reading! <3

sultrystories:

Bored, frustrated, and super wound up from not getting any at the Halloween party, Stacy has gone home early! Her roommates are all still out, so she’s aaaaall alone in the dark, creaky apartment, and can’t stop herself from fantasising about what sorts of horrible monsters might be lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce on a helpless girl…

Of course… she might not be alone in the apartment at all. Someone else might have decided to let themselves in…~

content warnings! (these are kinda spoilery, so only check these if you’re unsure about anything you see in the tags, and want to make an informed decision about whether to read! <3)

for this story i think the rubicon has been crossed into straight-up erotic horror, so if you get freaked out by (what i hope are) actual spooks and scares, you may wanna give it a miss. this one carries a noncon warning, but the most intense it gets is Stacy fantasising about noncon, nothing actually happens to her. there’s also a brief mention of a small amount of blood in one of these fantasies, as well as knotting.

happy reading! <3

Stacy Smith’s heels clacked against the tiles as she bounced down the corridor towards her apartment, humming tunelessly to herself. It was a chilly Halloween evening, and she was glad to be back inside, since the outfit she’d picked out was… well, it’d be generous to call it an outfit. A pink, pointy witch’s hat rested on top of her platinum blonde hair, and her body was criss-crossed by similarly coloured straps, which elaborately conspired to keep three scraps of pink fabric in place over her chest, and between her legs. The only other concession to modesty was a full-length, pink sparkly cape, which was too small to really cover her properly; when it was pulled tight, all it did was outline Stacy’s oversized, subtly enhanced tits, while leaving a generous and appealing window which revealed her bare belly and crotch.

The whole ensemble had seemed like a brilliant idea when Stacy came up with it; after all, the sorority Halloween party was the biggest event of Autumn. She wanted to have fun, and get laid! Besides, the outfit wouldn’t even be a problem if she could get a ride home with some cutie!

Unfortunately, she’d struck out. Repeatedly. Apparently there was such a thing as “too much”, and every single partygoer she’d tried to hit on had shuffled off to the bathroom with an embarrassing stain in their pants. Which, to be honest, Stacy had kinda enjoyed…

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new story! spooky and halloween themed

sultrystories:

“But are you like, totally sure you need this?”

Alexis rolled his eyes, and snatched the potion out of Cassie’s hand.

“Yes, I’m sure! I’m going up against the most powerful Demon Queen for 1,000 years! She’s assembling an army in the guts of Hell, and the only way to stop it is to beat her! Why would I not want a potion that turns me into a super-buff, god-like warrior?”

“I mean, I guess it could be handy…” Cassie replied, adjusting her goggles (blackened from years of experiments blowing up in her face) as the pair of them walked out of her lab and into the front of her potions store, Cassie not even noticing as her pointy hat caught the doorframe and flopped off her head.

Alexis caught it before it even hit the ground, rolling his eyes at his scatterbrained friend.

“It’s just, y'know, you’re also the most talented swordsman for 1,000 years, I don’t really see how much help that potion will be… oh, thanks!” she continued, hopping on the stool behind her counter, while Alexis plopped her hat back on her head, before sitting down opposite her.

“I know that, but when I’ve got bards singing about that battle for the next century or so, I’d like them to be at least a little bit flattering of me!” he slumped miserably on the counter, clinging desperately to his new potion for dear life.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! There’s plenty of flattering ballads about you! What about The Tale of The Haunt? How does that one go again? ‘The Fell King of Renar smashed his opponents like glass/He would have struck down young Alexis too, were he not distracted by his a-”

“Yes, I know it, you don’t have to sing it back to me!” Alexis grumbled, shifting on the plump posterior that had (unfortunately) saved his life during the battle.
He leaned back, and sighed.

“I just want to make sure I’m remembered as manly. I mean, is that so much to ask? I’ve killed hundreds of demons, I’ve travelled pretty much everywhere there is to travel, there was that time I literally fought the tide so the people of Arrow could evacuate before the oceans took their lands… and then when they put up my portrait in the Cathedral of the Hanged Redeemer, I’m wearing a dress! How does that even happen?!”

“Well, I heard they told the artist you had soft pink lips, big round baby blue eyes, and shoulder length black hair, but then never mentioned that you were a guy, so he just assumed you were a woman.”

“Cassie?”

“Yes, Alexis?”

“You’re supposed to shake your head sympathetically and say ‘I don’t know, it’s ridiculous.’”
“Oh.”

Cassie shook her head, and, bless her, pulled her face into the closest approximation of outrage her sweet, slightly ditzy demeanour could manage.
“I don’t know, it’s ridiculous!”

“I know!” Alexis agreed, standing up and unstoppering the potion.

He tipped his head back, and swallowed it, the thick liquid sliding down his throat while his slender neck worked to slurp down every last drop.

“Well, all of that stops now! I’m gonna smash the Demon Queen’s forces, cut off her head, and then reanimate it so it can tell all of the bards exactly how awesome and manly I looked when I kicked her teeth in!”

“Yay!” Cassie jumped up and down, clapping enthusiastically.

“Just gotta wait for this potion to… to kick in…” Alexis frowned. He’d been expecting a surge of manly, testosterone-fuelled energy, but instead, he felt almost woozy. He put a hand to his head.

“What, uh… what’s going on?”

Cassie cocked her head, looking curious, but didn’t reply.

“I think I might… uh…” Alexis looked down at his body, and was briefly terrified. Cassie must have given him the wrong potion! He wasn’t changing at all, he was-
Oh. Hang on.

Alexis grinned. The floor suddenly seemed further away. It was working! He was growing! He’d shot up to about 6'6" in almost no time at all!

“This is amazing, I bet I look way more intimidating now!” Alexis sounded like an excited kid on Solstice morning.

“Well, the rest of the changes haven’t kicked in yet… and you’d probably need to get a different outfit for anyone to find you scary,” Cassie smiled, standing and walking around her friend.

That was hard to deny. On his new frame, his previously comfortable tunic and pants were stretched, with the former looking more like a crop top, and the latter appearing to be a pair of knee-length shorts. Alexis was so distracted by this fact that he didn’t notice the change in Cassie’s attitude; her voice sounded more assured, less bubbly and over-the-top. She walked behind him while he thought about what new clothes he’d buy for himself, and caught him off guard with what she did next.

“I mean, how can anyone find you intimidating when this meagre scrap of fabric is so tightly stretched over your fat ass?” she reached out, and gave Alexis’ butt a hard smack, causing it to ripple and jiggle under his pants-cum-shorts.

“Ah! Cassie, what are you doing?!” Alexis shocked himself by moaning, and found himself leaning over the counter, the expected adrenaline hit and fight-or-flight instinct replaced instead by a weakness in his knees.

“Hmm… maybe the rest of the changes require a little manual stimulation…” Cassie mused, before stepping forward, pressing her body against Alexis’ back and pinning him to the counter. Her hands came up, and found his chest, and before the swordsman could respond, she was groping Alexis’ toned, muscular pecs, digging her palms into him while her fingers played with his nipples. Alexis had always had sensitive nipples, a fact he was, fittingly, rather sensitive about; more than one princess had given them a playful tweak in the bedroom, and been surprised at how it was often enough to make him cum.

He wasn’t quite so unlucky this time, the attention merely causing him to whine embarrassingly, and for something to stir in his new shorts…

That was small comfort, however, as Alexis felt something else swelling up.

“N-no way…” he looked down in horror as, with every squeeze, pinch, and fondle, his flat chest rounded out more and more. There was no doubt about it; it was a fat pair of tits!

“Oooh, nice rack,” Cassie playfully pulled on both of his nipples, coaxing Alexis’ new breasts out of his chest, while the contact caused the hero to whine and rub his thighs together. Finally, he gathered the strength to push against Cassie, and she relented, stepping back and allowing Alexis to sink to the floor, on his knees. This couldn’t be happening. The potion wasn’t making him manly, it was turning him into some sort of weird Amazonian! What the hell was Cassie doing?

He looked up at her, and paused. Had Cassie always been so… red?

“God, you’re so fucking gullible!”

Uh oh.

Alexis struggled to get to his feet, and found himself facing the Demon Queen.

Even at his new height, the Lord of the Underworld overtopped Alexis by a head, leaving him eye level with her tits, crammed into a black leather corset, the ruby red flesh almost spilling from the garment. The rest of her clothing didn’t cover much more; the only concession to decency she’d made was the cloak draped over her shoulders, as beneath that she wore only the corset and a black thong, one which left the outline of her pussy clearly visible. Her smirk, lined with sharp teeth, and glowing orange eyes held Alexis’ gaze from beneath her black hood.

“What’s going on? What have you done with Cassie?!” on paper, it should have sounded like a heroic demand, but Alexis’ voice was shaking (for more reasons than he’d like to admit), and it undermined the effect a little.

“Oh, relax, she’s fine!” the Demon Queen waved her hand dismissively.

“She’s in my fort, in a comfortable but secure room, playing with some old scientific equipment I scrounged up. I don’t think she’s even noticed that she’s a prisoner! But I wouldn’t be worrying about her so much, hero…”

She stepped forward, and Alexis didn’t even hesitate to back off, straight into the counter. He scrambled, pushing himself up so that he was sitting on it, and was about to swing his legs around and flee into the back room when the Demon Queen took each of his thighs in an iron grip, her talons digging gently into the soft flesh.

“Not when I have you so powerless, and so helplessly in my clutches,” she smiled, rubbing her hands up and down Alexis’ thighs.

He whimpered, and his cock twitched visibly in his shorts, something which drew a coo of appreciation from the Demon Queen.

She extended a single talon and dragged it down the front of his trousers, allowing his cock to spring free. Even in so dire a situation, Alexis couldn’t suppress a twinge of irritation that the potion had caused everything to grow except his dick, which remained stubbornly below average.

“Mmm, how cute!” the Queen pinched his cock between her thumb and forefinger, gently rubbing in circles around the head, and extracting a series of cute moans from the swordsman.

“I guess this explains why you were so pitifully desperate to be seen as manly, huh? So insecure about this lil thing that you’d slurp down the first potion I put in front of you to try and compensate,” she laughed, and then dropped her voice into a lower, husker tone.
“But that’s ok, hero, I don’t mind it when my partners are a little… undersized…”

Before Alexis could object to being called ‘undersized’, she opened her mouth, and her long, forked tongue made a lazy trail from the bottom of his dick to the tip. His protests were replaced by a whimper, as she pursed her lips, and pressed them ever so gently against Alexis’ head.

“Oh, Goddess…” he whined, arching his back as she slowly and teasingly engulfed his sensitive cock in her warm, wet mouth. She didn’t even have to deep-throat him as she skilfully worked every inch, and, slowly but surely, Alexis felt his prick starting to shrink. He wasn’t an idiot; he’d heard enough of these sorts of tales to know that if he let her continue, that damn potion would leave him stuck with a pussy, possibly forever. But instead of trying to push her off, all he could do was cover his eyes with his fingers, letting out girly moans as his will to fight was slurped out of his dick, along with a healthy dose of precum.

The Demon Queen looked up, and gave him a wink.

Then, one of her clawed hands reached up from between his thighs, and pinched one his nipples, now much larger and far more sensitive than they had been earlier.

“Noooo!” he squealed, sounding more like a slutty barmaid getting her ass groped by a hulking orc than the saviour of the land, as he blew his last ever tiny, watery load into the Demon Queen’s mouth, and collapsed back with a sigh. He heard her grunt appreciatively as she effortlessly swallowed the pale goo, before pulling her lips back with a smack, revealing Alexis’ new, puffy pink pussy. He looked down, and then slumped on the counter in despair.

When the Demon Queen snapped her fingers, transporting the two of them into her bedchambers deep in the guts of Hell, Alexis didn’t even have the energy to panic.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t done with him yet.

For the next few hours, Alexis was subjected to all kinds of torment; the Demon Queen flipped the hero over and ate out the fat ass her troops were always talking about fucking, she pinned his head down with her own behind and forced him to eat out the smelly, musky pussy that she’d had in that leather thong for days now; she gave his new tits a proper round of attention all to themselves, smacking and pinching and suckling, and they both discovered that Alexis was a bit of a squirter when she took both nipples into her mouth and gently sunk her fangs into them, his squeals of despair superimposed against the Demon Queen’s squeals of delight. But even she grew tired eventually.

“Wh-why did you do this?” Alexis asked, the first time in over an hour he’d said anything coherent.

“Huh? What do you mean?” the Queen replied, lying down with her head between Alexis’ thighs. She was gently lapping at his pussy again, too exhausted by their afternoon to do much except tease him.

“Well… I can still fight like this… I think I’m actually more muscular than before… you could have just slipped me some sort of poison… ah!”

The Demon Queen smirked as she gently rolled Alexis’ clit between her tongue and upper lip.

“Oh, but I don’t want to kill you, sweetie! It wouldn’t do me any good to make a martyr of you, not one bit… no, that won’t do at all…”

She shifted, and suddenly her face was directly opposite Alexis. She whispered, while one hand cupped his face.

“Instead, I’m going to fuck with that pretty little head of yours until you love me, and nothing will sell the nobles in this kingdom on the idea of surrendering like seeing my perfect princess clinging to my arm and begging to get her new cunt played with… doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

Before Alexis could reply, she pushed her full, red lips against his own plump pink ones, gasping and moaning as she stole a kiss from him. She pushed her body against him, mashing their tits against one another, getting him fired up for another round…

“Mmm, good girl,” she pulled away, and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.

 "I’ll be back for some more fun soon, sweetie, you just get some rest for now…" and with that, she climbed off him, and walked to the doors of her chamber. She turned to give him one last wink, and left to go and do evil demonic queen things, with the doors wide open. Alexis pushed himself up a little, considering making a run for it, when Cassie walked by in the hallway, dozens of slightly blackened scientific instruments piled up in her hands.

 “Oh, hi Alexis! You look really nice!” she smiled pleasantly, before turning and continuing on her way, humming a little tune to herself.

 Alexis groaned and slumped back into the bed, accepting defeat… for now.

this is a commission i meant to post aaaaaages ago, and is the first forcefem story i’ve ever posted! hope y’all enjoooy~

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hentaiaddictedgirl: hi everyone! so, today i’ve got another commission to show off from @alonties, who asked for a simple self insert about being teased by a MILF-type character! in the story the MILF has a cock, as does the POV character, but if reading that would be uncomfy for you, drop me a message and i’ll make an edit for whatever genital arrangement you’d like, free of charge! <3 without further ado, i hope you enjoy it!

On the surface, Diana Gray didn’t seem like she’d be the best personal trainer in the world. A plump, cheery looking woman in her early forties, it seemed that the most she could hope for when throwing on a tank top and yoga pants was to make everyone with a thing for MILFs in a mile radius swoon. And yet, she always seemed to get results…

“Come on! One more lap of the block!” she called back to you, chest jiggling in her tight top. She’d been working you for hours now, well past the point where, with any other trainer, you’d have said “fuck it” and given up long before. But Diana knew how to motivate you.

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so, as promised, i’m still gonna be active on this blog after the nsfw ban, so if you wanna be kept updated be sure to give this one a follow!