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It's not easy to bargain with demons, which Eddie discovers the hard way after he escapes death by trading his soul to the demon Azir, a handsome and charming resident of Hell. Azir promises to return Eddie's soul in exchange for allowing demons the use of his body for their own amusement. It's the last deal he wants to make, but if he wants to save his soul, it may be his only choice.
There are many common-sense rules to live by, and I just managed to break three of them in one go: never wear black when walking at night, never cross against a red light, and never make a deal with the devil. So, there I am, lying in the street, the taste of blood in my mouth as I struggle to draw breath, and this guy walks up and looks down at me. He seemed like a normal guy, except for the absolute lack of any kind of human compassion in his eyes. He stared at me like I was some bug he couldn’t care less about stepping on.
“Boy, are you in a pickle or what?” he said, crouching down beside me. “That is a lot of blood. And I’m no expert on human anatomy, but I don’t think your arms and legs are supposed to bend like that. But I guess bouncing off a windshield, a telephone pole, and the street will do that to you.” He leaned closer, a flickering light dancing in the depths of his dark eyes. “You’re dying, Eddie. Can you feel it? Your life fading with each desperate beat of your heart?”
I wasn’t sure which was more frightening, that I could feel it, or that he knew my name.
“Are you ready to die, Eddie?” he asked. “In about two minutes, your heart will stop and your brain will cease to function, and you will find out what, if anything, waits for you on the other side. Are you ready for that? Or do you want to live?”
I tried to answer, but it came out as a sob, bloody bubbles flecking my lips.
“I can save you,” the strange man whispered, holding his hand out to me. …
Elle's friend Sarah has gotten ahold of a prototype device which allows one person to take control of another, seeing and feeling the world from another body. Told from the perspective of Elle, in this chapter Sarah takes control of her body and plays around in her room.
“I’m not sure Sarah, I’m not that desperate.”, I said.“Come on Elle! Aren’t you at least a bit curious?” Sarah whined.Body Rentals had been around for a few years now, but only recently had the price and portability of their control unit’s dropped low enough for regular people to afford them. Regular people like Sarah, who was now sitting on the floor of my room desperately trying to get me to let her try it on me.“Curious, yes.” I said “Keen for you to take control of my body? No.”“Why not? It’s perfectly safe!” Sarah pressed me. She knew I had a hard time saying no to her, and she could tell my reluctance was waning. “It’s easy as pie, all you have to do is stick the receiver to the back of your neck, and then when I put on the helmet and remote in, I get to see what you see!”“And make me do whatever you want.”“I won’t do anything weird!” she exclaimed. Sarah had been telling me all about the Body Rental kit on the way home from class. Her father worked for the company that produced them, and had brought home this new, portable version just yesterday. Sarah had snuck it out of her house -- without permission, I’m sure -- and brought it over to try it on me. Why she wanted to try out being the small mousy girl from biology, I had no idea, but the concept made me uncomfortable.See, the thing is, when you’re wearing the receiver, whoever wore the helmet had complete control over your body - as if it were their own. Sarah would be able to feel, see, and hear everything I did, and she’d also be the one behind the controls. …
David, the main character, winds up at a mental hospital where almost all of the patients and staff are gorgeous sex-starved women, and he has several sexual encounters with staff members even though such encounters are explicitly forbidden by hospital rules
I had been in the hospital for several hours and there had been no interactions with the hospital staff. No one to take my temperature or some blood, no one to give me food or sheets or even clothes, no one even to talk to me and tell me what I was doing there. I didn’t know what was going on. Were they deliberately ignoring me, or was this just a busy time for them? I was very nervous, especially as this was not my first time in a hospital mental ward. For years, I had been in and out of psychiatric wards of hospitals and in drug rehab centers. They were not happy places and not good places to learn to get sober. Hospitals freak me out but I was lucky that day when some staff finally paid me a visit.
There was a knock on the door, a slight pause, and then the door opened and two nurses walked in. My jaw would have hit the floor if I were not lying prone on a cheap mattress with no pillow – they were both so attractive it was shocking, and both donning sexy nurse uniforms that were nice and tight around their ample breasts and asses. I hadn’t thought of sex in a while and I immediately felt my penis getting hard. I changed positions around to hide my erection, embarrassed, wishing for a blanket or something. I looked up and both of them were staring at my crotch, practically drooling as much as I was. There was a slick romantic presence in our room and we all three knew it. I was starting to rethink my objection to being confined to a place like this.
“Hello, I am Nurse Rachel and welcome to the New Bedford Hospital. …
Taiga encounters his ex, who harasses him while he's working at his day job. How does he properly deal with such disrespect?
Alright, how much time’s left?...Three and a half hours. Sure. Just half an hour passes after five hours of looking away from it. Fan-fucking-tastic. Ok, you know what? Not that bad. That’s 60 minutes three times and then one half. Each of those 60 minutes is just...uh...15? Yeah, 15 minutes 4 times. And 15 minutes is just 3 minutes 5 times. So in all actuality, I’m waiting 3 minutes...70 times and then my shift’s completely over. And I think one of those three minutes passed just thinking about that. So 69 more to go...heh. Oh, the joys of being bored as all hell. At least one good thing came from school. I can now add a bit of flair to counting down the minutes. Totally worth the 7 hours every day for half my life.
My internal calculations are interrupted by a loud thud on the conveyor belt, shocking me to my core. Once I recover from my jolt, I look in front of me to see the source of the noise. To my dismay, it’s someone I’m quite acquainted with, Mason. Oh, goody. As if my day needed more hell to endure. Whatever. Just need to scan his shit and he’ll leave me alone. As a matter of fact, he might just ignore me completely. He’s looking on his phone.
“Taiga?” he questions in an exaggerated tone, “Little gayby Taiga? Is that actually you?”
Fuck.
“Oh my God, I didn’t notice you here. How are you?”
“Sir, I’d thank you to refrain from calling me that,” I respond, scanning and bagging his things,
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to make you all fussy. You want me to find you a guy to give you your pacifier?”
I ignore his taunting, scanning and …
In a world where everyone is born female and sex is determined by a childhood lottery, two best friends are seperated to develop differently. Now that they've graduated, they decide to reunite for a camping trip together. They had both dreamed of becoming men, but only one of them saw the dream come true.
In this world everyone is born a girl. Sex is determined by a lottery at the end of grade school. I had a winning ticket, but on the same day as the drawing I started my period, invalidating me for the injection.
After graduation I went on a camping trip with my best friend Alex, who took my place in the lottery and recently completed male development. It's our first time together since the day of the drawing.
Watching Alex chop the wood for our fire, I was struck by the gulf that had grown between our bodies. As girls we had looked like sisters, we could share clothes even though I was a couple inches taller. Now he towered over me, his muscles rippling with each swing of the axe.
My body had grown larger too, but not like his. I'd gained a few inches of height, but most of my development had gone to my hips, my breasts, and my reproductive system.
I'd suffered through over a hundred periods since that first awful experience, but I still hated it every single time. All I could think about now was how it should have been me getting the injection, going to boy school, chopping the wood, never worrying about a monthly cycle.
Alex paused and looked in my direction. I wondered if he knew what was going through my mind. "Do you want a turn?" He asked, offering me the axe and wiping his brow.
"Uh, sure." I said, cautiously stepping up to the stump we'd been using as a chopping block. Alex balanced a round of wood on the stump and backed away. I struggled to lift the axe over my head.
"Whoa, careful." Alex chided me, stepping up and guiding my hands. "Here, hold it near the …
We swapped bodies two weeks ago, and I'm discovering it's a lot more difficult living as my dream girl than I'd imagined. Especially when you keep dressing me in lewd outfits and taking advantage at every opportunity. We were supposed to swap back after 24 hours, now I'm worried I could be pregnant!
CW: rape, bondage, abuse
It’s been two weeks since we swapped bodies. When you first suggested it I thought it was the sexiest thing imaginable. I jerked off regularly to the pictures you posted online. The idea of being in full control of your body was just too hot to pass up. My brain ran wild with possibilities.
The swap was supposed to be a one-day thing, twenty four hours in each other’s bodies. It only got complicated when we tried to swap back and nothing happened. Apparently swapability can be disrupted by unprotected sex. You can’t swap with someone else’s sperm inside you, and you can’t swap if you’re pregnant.
I hadn’t been aware of either of those things two weeks ago. I’d been more focused on experiencing my single day as a woman, and one of the things I was most curious about was sex. In retrospect that had been a terrible idea. The guy I hooked up with was awful in bed, he shot his load after two pumps and promptly fell asleep.
As underwhelming as it had been, it was enough to lock me into this body, at least for a few days. I really hoped I wasn’t pregnant, but you reassured me it would be okay. You helped me draft letters explaining a medical leave of absence, and bought me a ticket to come stay with you until we could get everything sorted out.
Traveling in your body had been my first real taste of what was to come. I tried to dress modestly, but I could feel eyes on me all the same. Guys looking away as soon as I glanced in their direction, and others who brazenly stared on anyway.
I stopped for like ten seconds to check the itinerary on my phone and someone grabbed my …
These perfumes can let you live another person's memory, but overexposure can lead to permanent changes.
Smell is the sense most closely linked to memory. I remember reading that somewhere. What I don't understand is how a smell could remind you of someone else's memory.That's what the new perfume shop advertised: smell-able memories. They called them recreational fragrance. I had trouble believing anything like that could work, but I was too curious to write it off.Now I was standing in line outside, waiting with all the other curious people in town. The shop was packed, but everyone leaving looked like they'd just had the time of their lives.Finally I made it to the front of the line, and a friendly sales associate welcomed me in. "Good afternoon sir, have you tried one of our fragrances before?" They asked me, leading me to a wall lined with little glass bottles, each one labelled with a different name in a unique font."No." I said, keeping close so they could hear me through the crowded shop. "I just learned this place exists.""Then you've got to start with a novel sample. Have you ever climbed a mountain?" The associate asked, scanning the wall for something.I was a little confused. "No, no mountains. What do you mean by a 'novel sample'?""An experience you've never had before that you can try as a sample. Novel experiences are very popular, but people also like fragrances for memories. I always suggest new customers start with a novel one, just to clear any doubts." They explained, without pausing their investigation. "Ah, here it is."I followed them to the end of the wall where there was another line of people waiting to try samples."I'm going to leave you here, there will be someone to help you when you get to the front of the line." They handed …
Being different is both a blessing and a curse. You don't have to conform to everyone else's norms, so you can just be you. But on the other hand, others aren't always receptive to the fact that you're different. And depending on your will, it can leave you vulnerable to less than ideal outcomes.
It’s not fair. Why do people keep treating me like this? It’s not my fault. I didn’t ask to be born like this. And it’s not like I’m being a nuisance. I try to stay out of everyone’s way as much as I can. So why? Why does everyone feel the need to make fun of me? To laugh at me? To hurt me? Did I say something I shouldn’t have to someone really important? I didn’t mean to. This isn’t right.
“Ooo, what a fox,” I hear as I walk through the halls. I clench my bag.
“Hey, say something, foxy,” I hear someone else say. I walk faster.
“Shouldn’t pets be on a leash?” someone else adds on. My eyes start to water.
“Nevermind that, where’s her owner?” someone else chimes in. I run on the brink of tears, hearing nothing but the sounds of everyone’s amusement.
I make it to my safe space. It’s an empty hillside marked by a single oak tree. It’s pretty far from the school and very secluded from society. It’s the perfect place to go when I need to calm down. I place my bag down and curl up beside the tree, recalling the events of the day. They do nothing but push me. Pull my tail. Ask me what I say...Laugh at me. That’s the worst of it. They laugh at me. I hate it. I don’t know how much I can go through with this.
A few tears hit the ground. They’re doing this to me. I come to them in kindness and they do this. Maybe I should transfer again. There’s bound to be a place for me where I can be amongst humans without being jaded. There has to be. Right?
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Exploring another world is always neat. New places, new faces, and new ideologies to compare existing ones. It's just a good time all around.
“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, blast off!” I announce to the crew.
Funny how something as simple as that still sends chills down my spine. Granted, it isn’t really relevant in this case. Ships and rockets are completely different. But I don’t care. It’s fun.
I wave at family, friends, colleagues, and everyone else gathered around to watch us take off before finally putting a year’s worth of dreams and plans into action. I start gaining momentum, preparing to take flight as everyone else braces themselves. Once I gain enough speed, I bring us off of the ground and retract the wheels. We are now airborne. I guide us all the way to the top of the world, taking in the last sight of the beautiful land that I’m gonna get for 6 months. See you soon, guys. Once I’m far enough in the air, I bring my hand hovering above the thruster controls, preparing for the jump.
“Alright, hang on, everyone,” I warn, turning to my crewmates, “It’s gonna get a bit bumpy.”
After they grab onto their solid objects, I activate the thrusters and go full throttle, pushing us through the thermosphere all the way to the exosphere with the g-force proving to be strong, but us proving that we’re stronger. You’re nothing to us, science!
Once we breach past the last layer of the Earth, I ease up on the acceleration, bringing us to a stable cruising speed. All of us take a breath, relaxing as we head toward our target. I then decide to lighten the mood even more by turning on the intercom and saying in my best pilot voice,
“Attention, passengers, this is your captain speaking. You’ll be happy to know tha-”
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A story involving the #1 fantasy of every heterosexual male who has ever touched the gournds of the Earth coming to frutition: obtaining boobs on their person.
God, I’ve missed this. This is all that I’ve wanted for so long; a stress-free day, spending time with the people that I don’t hate. No books, no meaningless words, no packets, no slides, no worries. Just being in the front yard, tossin’ the ol’ pigskin around with my pop and lil’ bro. I hate how I just took moments like this for granted. Times like these were always the best.
“Yo, Chad, how many 1’s and 0’s would it take to simulate yourself a girlfriend?” dad jokes, tossing the football to Jason,
“About as many as it would take to shield everyone from the glare of your bald head,” I joke back, earning a laugh from everyone,
“Joke all ya want. I still got your mother, didn’t I? How do you think I got with her?”
“A bad dare and terrible luck with drawing straws?”
“Alright, smartass, that ‘Bad dare and straw drawing’ got ya here.”
“And I’m forever grateful for mom’s friends.”
We share another laugh as Jason passes the ball to me. I toss it to dad and he says,
“Alright, poindexter, let’s see if your reflexes are as quick as your mouth. Go long.”
I do as instructed, running back as he draws back for the throw. Once I’m far enough, he throws his signature “Perfect Spiral” directly towards me. I keep my eyes right on the ball, being sure that my momentum matches it perfectly. Then, unsurprisingly, it lands directly into my perfect hands. And I waste no time. I charge right back at him, aiming for the street lamp right behind him.
Jason then charges at me, stepping in the way between me and my goal. Big mistake, little man. We charge closer and …