Adult usage only. May produce NSFW content.
Goku makes a wish to give Chi-Chi a happy anniversary.Things escalate from there!
Dirt was flying behind Son Goku as his tractor pulled a rusted, worn, but trustworthy till through the farm he worked for. While training and more importantly, fighting, was what he loved, he couldn’t deny that making sure his family had money was just as important.
Also, food, he couldn’t get by with his and his son Goten’s appetite on just foraging anymore. So, food was important. But even still, there were some nights where Chi-Chi didn’t come to bed and was instead asleep trying to manage their slowly dwindling savings.
So, as Goku uprooted a dead stump, blasted it to ashes and kept moving he had two major thoughts.
‘How can I help?’ and ‘what should I get for her birthday?’ these weren’t things he could just fight, he had to do what he was worst at. Plan. The fact that his wife was doing all the thinking bugged him, like he was dead weight in a tournament.
“I don’t want you using the dragon balls to wish us better, Goku” Chi-Chi had said to him, not angry but frustrated with her husband at wanting to take the obvious solution out. “And I don’t want to borrow more money. It adds up after a while.”
Thus, he was now working as a farmhand for at least three different farmers. All in secret, since he saw Chi-Chi’s face light up when she checked their bank account and figured he wouldn’t tell her until their anniversary.
At least, he would if she hadn’t figured it out a week ago. Promising him the best anniversary night as thanks. But now his gift was ruined, and he was too busy to try and get one of the fancy dresses she showed him. Bulma, at Goku’s request, had given him an out. He didn’t …
One day things changed drastically, a second puberty was added during which everyone developed a second set of genitalia of the opposite sex from their originals. Everyone's bodies changed to be as if this was always the case, but nothing else did, their clothing did not change with them.
Men grew breasts rapidly, and gained a vagina, women grew a penis.
It happened on a Wednesday. First, information was gently inserted into everyone’s mind, information about what would soon occur.
Going forward, people between approximately the ages of eighteen and twenty-five would undergo a sort of second puberty: they would develop into fully functional hermaphrodites. The majority of people will have this hermaphrodation occur between twenty-one and twenty-three, with only about five percent having it occur before twenty.
For males, this would take the form of developing breasts, loss of chest hair above the bottom of the rib cage, a slight widening of the pelvis and the growth of a second reproductive system, a female one. This process generally takes six months, though breast development may continue sporadically well into one’s late twenties.
For females, the main physical changes would be mainly limited to simply developing their male reproductive system, with few or no other visible changes. Development of the male reproductive system generally takes only three to four months for females.
These, however, are only the most common outcomes, and the tail of possibilities is long. For instance, it is entirely possible, for example, for a male to end up with an entirely feminine appearance by the end of this second major sexual development period. Or the opposite for someone born female, or anything in between. A person’s desires can have an influence on this, for example, a closeted trans woman is more likely to end up with a feminine appearance. These outliers may take a year or more to fully change into their new appearance. Though the majority of people do follow the rules above.
The last thing that changes is sexual preferences, those attracted to men gain an interest in breasts on men. Everyone gains new urges and reflexes related to their new parts and mostly gains an …
Bailey and Ayden, a college-aged couple, discover that Ayden has a power in the middle of a post-coitus massage. In short, Ayden can enter someone through an orifice and "wear" them, essentially possessing them, turning them into a sort of skinsuit as he does. Being an anal aficionado, Ayden prefers the obvious entry point. What follows is Ayden using his powers on others, such as their petite neighbor, the obnoxious TA that's ruining Bailey's GPA, and eventually culminating in Bailey's professor. Of course, the couple has plenty of sex along the way.
Discovery
"I-I mean, SERIOUSLY?! LOOK!" Bailey shouted, pointing at her phone screen. "Who LOSES credit for being early to class?!"
"...Wow." Ayden sighed, caressing Bailey's thigh as he pretended to stare at his girlfriend's phone. "Not to be that guy, but... why not just show up like, on time instead?"
"You REALLY think Kim's not gonna find something else to find wrong?! God, you know that test last week? Gave me a FORTY because 'blank ink is in poor taste' AFTER last time! Can't use a pencil, can't use a pen, lemme guess, I gotta prick my fucking finger and write with blood?!" Bailey shouted, her face red from her frustration. "I cannot WAIT to be done with this shit!"
"...Want me to talk to your professor or... something?" Ayden asked, gulping as Bailey snapped her head towards him.
"Babe, I..." Bailey started, her tone harsh. Upon seeing her boyfriend's face, however, she paused, took a deep breath, and tried to relax. Slightly. "Look, I just..." Bailey sighed, averting her eyes. "Kim'll start rumors the second you close the door behind you. Doesn't matter if it's her, the professor... the janitor, honestly."
"And?"
"Ayden. You really want a rumor to start about you... doing something to some poor, defenseless, helpless woman behind closed doors?" Bailey sighed, rolling her eyes as Ayden's expression didn't change in the slightest. "She'll say you raped her. Or both of them, knowing her."
"Oh." Ayden mumbled, biting his upper lip. "Yeah, that's... not great."
"No shit." Bailey sighed, flopping her head back on the pillow. Covering her gray eyes with her forearm, she finally noticed her boyfriend's hand. "Babe, what are you doing?"
"...Rubbing your thigh."
"Not in the mood."
"Maybe Kim-" Ayden started, immediately stopping when Bailey's glare peeked out from beneath her …
Helen had never been as cold as she felt when an accident turned her into a slime. Fortunately for her, David's body is warm and nice, and she could even transform it into a copy of hers. He wasn't sure how to feel about his new tenant, but being able to explore her nice body sometimes was an interesting perk, hopefully he'd be able to help her to her old body before anything too weird happend to them.
When she first woke up during that Tuesday morning, Hellen really wasn’t expecting how much her life would change. At first it was one day like any other, she would get up, take a bath, have breakfast, and go on, trying out the state of the art in perfumes and colognes. She had a very sharp sense of smell since childhood, and it was how she made a life by developing them, and eventually, having them developed for her.
The 45-years-old was nothing like one would expect from someone approaching her fifties. She had worked hard, both in her line of work, and in keeping her body in top shape. Hellen was tall, and had the proportions to take full advantage of it. The 5 feet 9 blonde had ample breasts, and wide hips, though her waist wasn’t as thin as it used to be, it, together with the slightly pudgy belly, was the most blatant show of her age one could see. Still, she was a prime example of a MILF, or at least she would, if she had birthed any kids at all.
Still, Hellen Rivers was a successful business woman, and held a lot of power and influence in the context she existed in.
That is why she really didn’t know how to feel, and what to think about being reduced to a simple blob of liquid.
—————————————————————————————————————————
Vanessa was Hellen’s personal assistant. A mousy woman, the 37-years-old was as different from her boss as one could. Where Hellen was tall, blonde and charismatic, Vanessa was short, brown haired, and very shy. She often wondered how she’d even got the job. Still, she was very competent at managing her boss’ schedule, she would make sure Hellen went where she needed to go, and got there when she …
For all of his ten years on earth, Nick’s dearest wish was to become a superhero just like his sister, Dana. His ordinary family want nothing more than an ordinary life for him, but extraordinary circumstances throw those plans into disarray. Nick suddenly finds himself becoming a superhero, but maybe not in the way he had hoped for.
This is a strictly PG story due to the age of the characters involved, and I've needed to exercise some creative license to tie the requested plot points together into a coherent series of events
Nick Miller loved superheroes. In fairness, everyone Nick’s age loved superheroes - anyone who didn’t was boring and dumb - but Nick was one of the few that genuinely aspired to a career of costumed crime-fighting while others aspired to be brain surgeons or astronauts.
His family mostly tried to discourage him, but found it difficult to convince him that superheroes weren’t real, because every effort to do so was tacitly misinterpreted by Nick to include a wink and a nudge because everyone knew real superheroes needed to be kept a secret.
Nick’s older sister did NOT discourage him, much to their relative’s annoyance. Dana had given up a promising life as a banking clerk to pursue a career in both cosplay and martial arts - a life decision that had functionally excommunicated her from the family except on special occasions.
This attempt to shield Nick from outlandish influence proved to be ironically counter-productive, as it lent Dana’s few appearances in Nick’s life a mythological quality and allowed her to lean into her stage persona as the Amazing Danamite whenever they met: Yes, she’d been on lots of adventures since their last meeting. This year she had defeated invading aliens from the Negaverse, but not before fighting off assassins sent by the League of Villains. Nick believed every word of it and pinkie-promised that he would never tell anyone about Dana’s true identity, ever, ever, ever, and in return, for Christmas after his tenth birthday, Dana would begin training him as a real life superhero.
***
It had not gone well.
The training had started off with a lot of promise - Nick’s very first lesson in being a superhero was how to survive. Most kids might have baulked at this - demanding instead to be taught how …
Marisa found herself unusually stiff one morning, after a successful 'borrowing' run from the manor's library the previous night.
She paid it no mind, though. After all, an ordinary magician like her had aches and pains every now and then.
If only she'd noticed the string slowly extending from her wrist before it was too late...Support works like this on: https://www.patreon.com/MagicLottie
The first day of the week was nothing special, humans in the village would stir, youkai would either be waiting to see how their mischief would be reacted too or were hiding. Shrine maidens, in theory, would be up early to welcome the early morning visitors.
And of course, A certain trio of magicians would be nursing headaches for various reasons. Patchouli Knowledge, Magician of the Scarlet Devil Manor, would be nursing one due to her asthma keeping her awake. Alice Margatroid would be nursing one from staying up too late to make sure all her dolls were in the best condition.
And Marisa Kirisame, would be nursing one from being flung into a wall due to an early morning heist. With a certain maid effortlessly throwing her battered body off the premises in defeat. After all, the guard of the manor still had to deal with unpleasant morning business. So, with knives and magical bullets clashing, the ordinary magician was quickly removed from the premises, stab wounds and all to break the relative silence surrounding the Manor.
And that’s how she left, nothing borrowed, stab wounds and a killer headache from hitting her head on at least five trees. But that was something she could fix, once she made it back to her home. Which was a short flight away from the manor, after all, how could she effectively borrow things. But she had things to deal with the injuries at home.
Her house was a complete disaster, with how many things she borrowed most of her rooms were stuffed to the brim with random magical items. But there were two things she always kept tabs on where they were. A machine that brewed a live giving elixir, and her witch’s cauldron, where she would prepare something to heal …
Two college professor friends, Sabrina Burton and Mike Larson, disagree about the challenges and benefits experienced by men and women, but a strange little crystal will give them both a fresh perspective.
Perspective Shift“Now, we’ll transition into Cobra. Put the tops of your feet on the floor and gently push your chest up. It’s not about how far you can go; it’s just about feeling a little bit of a stretch in the front. Tuck your toes, and we’re going to push into a Downward Dog.”Sabrina Burton smiled calmly at her class and quickly surveyed everyone’s positioning to see who might be having trouble and who had it right. She praised three new students for their good form while generally reminding the group about toe tucking. Her eyes soon landed on Mike Larson, who was sitting on a mat near the door. He had good enough form but kept shifting into a pose with either one or both arms out, like pantomiming a ballerina. She did her best to ignore his shenanigans with a straight face. Ten minutes later, the yoga session was over.She closed out the class by thanking her guests and reminding her regular students of their weekend assignment. Heading over to her desk, Sabrina took a lengthy drink from her water bottle and flicked some sweat off her long hair. The group mostly cleared, but a few guys towards the back loitered. She took a deep breath and spread her arms out. Calmly, she asked if there were any other questions.Within reach on her desk, she had a large pair of scissors and a huge bottle of custom fragrance mist. That group hadn’t been totally disruptive, but she noticed a lot of whispering between her directions. In normal classes, she would’ve just called them out. But here, it would’ve disrupted the mood she was trying to maintain.“Can I help you with something?” She made her words loud but controlled as they turned towards her. …
Quinn goes to a technology exhibition just for a fun day out, but when she agrees to test one of the products there on herself, she can't possibly forsee the consequences.
Quinn Leslie woke up in a good mood that day. To her mind, she was in the prime of her life at the age of 27, and it was a beautiful, sunny day— a day she also had off from work. Plenty of reason to be in a good mood.
She was ready for an adventure today.The past few years, she hadn’t done much beside working— she’d rarely ever ventured out of her apartment for any reason, other than to go to work, or to run errands.
She was trying something new today— she’d seen flyers up around town for a big technology expo in the exhibition center of her town— and unlike past occasions, where she had ignored any and all events in favor of staying home, or working overtime, today she was going to go.
She had no shame, either, in the fact that she would be going by herself. She’d been looking forward to today, ever since she’d made her mind up to go to the technology expo, and nothing could ruin those feelings for her.
She just had to make sure she quickly got ready. First, Quinn stepped in front of her standing mirror, which was kitty corner from her bed— and assessed her hair situation.
The curly blonde tresses which hung to her shoulders were what needed assessing— the curls were quite predisposed to tangling, and today as usual, they were a mess. She reached for her brush, to brush them out.
It was the work of a few minutes to return her curling hair to a semblance of order— but Quinn was satisfied at having done it, because it represented the bulk of the work she would need to do in order to prepare herself.
She set her brush down, and considered her face. …
Max pays his best friend Ed a visit, only to find out his girlfriend is a quite petty witch looking for excuses to practice her transformation and mind alteration spells.
Look up Ana de Armas and Emma Stone's pictures at the March 2023 Louis Vuitton show to see what inspired this little story!
“Oh my god, didn’t I tell you to take away his key!?”We could hear a loud thud on the other side of the apartment, followed by your loud voice as you announced: “Good evening! I brought chips and beer!” Katy Perry’s eyes opened wide and looked at me with an annoyed frown. She was in the middle of making me her bitch by pulling on my hair and kissing my neck before you interrupted us, and now she’s in the middle of putting on one of my loose shirts and a pair of leggings. “Babe, I totally forgot…” I said, more disappointed than mad from you ruining our little fun moment. My girlfriend used Katy’s gorgeous face to scream at me: “It’s the third time this happens!!” And I’m sure you heard that, too. “Oh no, did I arrive at a bad moment? Wait, who’s with you, Ed?” I realized that you didn’t recognize her voice, and I panicked. “Change us back! He’s coming here!” I whispered as I got up from the bed and also picked up some of the clothes we left on the floor to try and cover my entirely naked female body. “He shouldn’t even be here, dumbass.” She replied. “I know, I know!! But do you really want him to discover our…” We both looked at you as you peeked from the hallway. “what. the. FUCK!?” You were left with your mouth agape as you looked at me and my girlfriend. She didn’t even try changing us back to normal, and so, I was left with me trying to cover my exposed huge boobs with my arms as I held up my shorts from falling down. A few moments ago I was enjoying the blissful feeling of having them squished and caressed, and now …
A short romantic story about two witches on a date, with a twist! They play a game, and the loser of their challenge has to drink an obedience potion!
“Double, double toil and trouble, fire brew and cauldron bubble!” a woman chanted, the room dark aside from the light coming from her stove top. A ladle in one hand while her other was empty, having just dropped something in the pot she was working with. “Er… what was the rest of this incantation…?”
“If you put an eye of newt into our dinner again, I’m not playing fair!” another woman shouted from another room. Getting the first to wince and look at the ingredients next to her. One group was labelled ‘for dinner’ while the other was ‘for later.’
She was thankfully using the items from the correct group of ingredients. Carrots, diced onion, garlic, cumin, potato, bay leaves and of course. Beef. Braised before hand and left at a perfectly cooked medium rare, juices marinating with the stock and aromatics as the pot bubbled. A spoon was carefully lowered in after the finishing touches of seasoning were added, stirring it gently to make sure every flavor got to dance as it cooked.
“There!” the woman said, putting a lid on the pot and grabbing a timer. “It’ll be ready soon!”
“Are you using the kitty kat timer?” the other woman said, still from another room. “That one makes the cutest noise when it’s done!”
“I am!” the woman said, stepping out of the kitchen with the timer in hand. “You made it after all, Mica.” Now that she was out of the kitchen she kept dark entirely for mood lighting, despite obvious safety issues, in her hand was a modified egg timer, with a calico cat in a …