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Is that your… brother? 2

“Oh, hey guys!” Kyle said nervously to his sister Amanda and her friend Steph. “What are you guys doing here right now? I thought you were at Steph’s house.” Read more

Taking advantage – Part Two

Fuck I must have been exhausted from last night. What was it? Five days of fucking Hannah, my highly obedient sexpot. I felt on top of the world.
I groggily opened my eyes. It was so cold so I must be naked, nothing unusual from the rest of the week. I also felt drained, weaker somehow but that can be the marathon sex sessions finally taking its toll. I might cut down on the penetrating sex and have her blow me instead. I reached down to my cock and was about to play a little with myself before calling in Hannah to take care of me, but the only thing I could find was a void.
My blood rushed inside of me and I was in an instant wide awake and immediately found out why my dick was gone.
I had become a chick!
Fuck. How? The medallion. Of course. The medallion. There could be only one culprit.
“HANNAAAAAAH!”, I shouted from the top of my lungs. Read more

Siblings

“Cut it out! I won´t allow you to eat junk food in my body!”, Karen yelled and stomped her chubby feet on the floor. Read more

Is that your… brother?

“So that’s your brother?” Amanda asked Steph. They were sitting on the couch while a bikini clad woman was erotically dancing in front of them. She would sway her hips back and forth, shake her head and swing her hair. Every once in awhile she would play with her huge breasts, giving them a squeeze and moving them up and down. Read more

Becoming a blonde bimbo

I sat in the room scared shitless. The jocks have never liked nerds like me but this was ridicolous, why would they ever kidnap me?!
The had placed me in a room without windows and only one door in and commanded me to sit still on the lone chair that was in the room.
I heard them coming. The four of them entered the room again, one took guard behind me, one to the left, one to the right and their leader in the middle in front of me. The leader, Jack, was holding something in his hand. It looked like a Powerade bottle but the color of the drink didn´t match that particular taste. I knew that much.
“Drink”, Jack ordered me.
I was still scared. Maybe this was just a bad prank?
“All of it”. He handed me the bottle.
The fear must have been evident in my eyes as Jack got an evil smile on his face.
I gulped down the liquid in the bottle. Definately not Powerade. It tasted less chemical and more natural, even though it fizzled like a soda. Read more