Tales of the WereWoman

Aaawwwoooo~ Wait, no. No, not that kind of Were-being. Um, this is a little different.

Sure, we've all heard the stories that involve a man becoming a wolf on a full moon--giving in to his primal urge for violence. But, what if a man just became a woman--and desperately had to fight back the urges of being a sex-crazed nympho? If you said, "Oh shit, I'm so there" then that's great! This story is for you! :D And yes, I do have a sequel already brewing in my dirty little mind.

Tales of the WereWoman (Gender Transformation Feminization Erotica)

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Greg is kind of a wreck. He spends all of his free time in a bar after his girlfriend dumps him. But, things are looking up for him as a gorgeous redhead aggressively wants to have sex with him in a public bathroom. Life is great for at least a little while… until Greg pisses off the smoking-hot redhead and she bites him!

Little does Greg know, this bite comes with more than just a scar and a story. Will he be able to control the carnal urges that come with his new body when he’s confronted by a handsome, mysterious man that apparently already knows him?

This 6,700 word erotic short story contains situations of a sexual nature.

An excerpt from Tales of the WereWoman
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The stranger still advanced until he was pressing against Greg. He could feel a hardness pressing against his waist through the man’s pants. Greg’s eyes were wide with shock as he stared into his lust-filled gaze. In that moment, it was like a switch was turned on in Greg’s head, as if the biological signals to his transformed body were pushing his mind toward an otherwise unthinkable option. He was starting to like the feeling of the man rubbing against him. His shocked expression slowly softened. He was still too frightened to act, but it didn’t stop the stranger from placing his hands on Greg’s flared hips.

“I didn’t catch your name last time. You were really drunk for… a lot of the time we spent talking,” he chuckled nervously, seemingly realizing how terrible it was that they hooked up at all.

“Gre—” he paused, extending the ‘E’ sound of his name for an abnormal amount of time, “Gretchen…! Yeah, I’m Gretchen. That,” she paused again, nodding with an unsure smile, “is my name.”

“Hm, Gretchen. Okay.” He nodded. “That makes a little more sense. Every time you said it last time, it almost sounded like ‘Greg’,” he laughed as he caressed his hands over her sides. “I guess that shows how drunk we were.”

Gretchen chuckled uneasily while her hands moved toward his hips. They shook fearfully before she placed them on the stranger’s belt, digging her finger tips into the top of his jeans. “A-and what was your name? I’m really bad with names… especially when I’m, ya know, that drunk…”

“Tom.”

“Okay then, Tom. M-maybe we should go somewhere else? Or get a drink? M-maybe go back to your place?” She tried her best to diffuse the situation, but the urge to continue was beginning to beat her normal instincts. This needed to end quickly before Greg was no longer in control.

“This place is good enough for now. It’s nice and intimate, and we won’t be bothered since there aren’t that many people here tonight. And if we are, then fuck ‘em—the door’s locked.” Tom smirked as he buried his face against Gretchen’s neck and began to lick and nibble at the exposed flesh.

Gretchen’s eyes widened in surprise as these new sensations flowed through her body. It was like little, electric pulses coursing down her spine and radiating out all the way to her finger tips and toes. And most of all, she felt an unfamiliar tingling urge within her stomach. She didn’t know what it was at first, but the longer Tom teased her, the easier it became to know that she wanted to fuck.

Ultragirl in the Asylum

Ultragirl has been sent to an insane asylum because she’s lost her powers and no one believes that she’s a superhero! Will she be able to convince anyone of her true identity, or will she have to suffer the humiliation of being treated like one of the mental patients?

This 4,500 word short story depicts scenes of reluctance, a medical setting, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, oral sex, humiliation, strip searching, semen as a weakness, and spanking.




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An excerpt from Ultragirl in the Asylum
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Stepping back from the table again, she paused just a moment as she looked at him, trying to buy some time.

“Well, get on with it. Pick one. They’re both coming off eventually,” he smirked while he idly played with the belt in his hands.

It was a hard choice for her, but she opted for the top. Turning her back toward him, she crossed her arms over her torso and grabbed at the bottom of the tight, midriff exposing shirt. She glanced over her shoulder to him, but he gave no opposition to Ultragirl’s modesty while she pulled the shirt off. With the shirt in one hand, she covered her bare breasts the best she could with the other as she turned around and put the top into the box.

“No bra, I see. I guess when you have super powers you don’t need a bra, hm?” he grinned as she covered herself with both hands. “Well, as per safety protocol, I’m going to need you to,” he leaned forward with his elbow upon the table, “bring your hands over your head, palms open.”

“What?!” she exclaimed.

“No need to get bent out of shape. It’s just procedure.” He shrugged innocently. “We have to check all new patients for weapons. You could have weapons under your breasts,” he paused for a moment. “Unless you’d prefer the guards to check you out?” He turned toward the door, as if he was going to call for them.

“Fine, fine! I’ll do it!” she conceded.

How to Tame a Wolf

Eliza, a vampire dominatrix, has captured a werewolf that was roaming around her coven’s estate. She wants to teach him that trespassing is a serious offense, and that he’s not as strong as he thinks he is. Will Eliza be able to turn this wolf into a submissive bitch, or has she bitten off more than she can chew?

This 4,200 word erotic short story includes a vampire dominatrix and a reluctant werewolf in a scenario that involves slight CBT, BDSM, domination, reluctance, teasing, fingering, pegging, and humiliation.

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An excerpt from How to Tame a Wolf
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Letting her fingers caress over his toned torso, the vampire reached down to finally grip his cock once more. This time it was a much softer touch. Slowly, she stroked up and down his length, coaxing it into an erection. Her thumb rubbed over the head, causing him to groan softly under his breath. It was obvious he didn’t want to admit that it felt good.
“Mmmm, good boy! Yes, you are!” she happily taunted him. Her hand sped up, causing him to tense. Eliza grinned as she suddenly stopped and roughly slapped his cock, taking great pleasure in his groan of pain followed by it swaying back and forth.
“You want it so badly, don’t you? I can tell. I can hear your heartbeat. It’s so strong. I can especially hear your blood coursing through your…” She glanced down to the werewolf’s achingly hard cock and licked her lips.
Easing to her knees in front of him, she ran her fingernails over his stomach, clawing just slightly at him as she brought her fingers down over his thighs. She stared up at him with a seductive gaze. Leaning her head forward, she nuzzled the tip of his cock with her nose. Giggling, she tilted her head and leaned in a bit more. She languishingly licked against the base of his massive member. It twitched slightly.
“Ooooh! You like that, don’t you, big boy?” She nibbled at her bottom lip while looking up at him. He quickly closed his eyes and looked away. The vampiress didn’t like being ignored. Her tongue flicked out against his balls, eliciting another groan from him. She giggled once more before licking against the flesh and coating the entirety of his sack with her saliva.

Captured and Bred by Amazons

Seragwen, a young elf, is traveling through a dangerous territory when she’s captured by amazons. These amazons have devious plans in mind for the busty elf that include using her to help repopulate the amazon village.

This approx. 6000 word story contains, Futa, Futa/f, forced nudity, very slight bdsm, humiliation, deflowering, and breeding.

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An excerpt from Captured and Bred by Amazons
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Growing bored of the elf’s constant yelps and howls, the brunette amazon that was straddling her knees pulled out a round device and started to push it toward Sera’s mouth. The elf was smart enough to realize what she planned to do with it and quickly shut her mouth. This action didn’t stop the amazon, though. She just pressed the soft, round ball against the elf’s lips while the other hand pinched her nose shut.

Sera had resolved not to breath, but after just a short bout of 45 seconds she had to exhale deeply. This gave the amazon the perfect chance that she had been waiting for and jammed the object between her lips. Sera cried out again, but her protests were just muffled groans and screams now, which didn’t seem to bother her captors in the least.

Taking the knife, which Sera now recognized as an Elven dagger, the brunette gripped the front of the elf’s shirt and unceremoniously started to slide the blade under the collar. In a languishing motion, the shirt began to split down the middle. Sera was still struggling as best she could since she was sure that was she was going to be slain here in this dreadful swamp, in a ramshackle hut. She never so much as felt the cold blade against her skin, though. Instead, she only felt the humid swamp air against her bared chest.

Sera’s large breasts jiggled as she resisted. The amazon grinned, making a comment in that odd language to her partner, and then the two laughed. A heavy hand slapped against Sera’s breast, causing them both to jiggle once again for her captors’ amusement. More muffled protests and threats poured from the elf’s gagged mouth, as well as a few dribbles of drool. Reaching down, the vindictive amazon began to rub at Sera’s nipple, teasing it to full hardness. Sera’s face turned red with embarrassment as she was toyed with.

Gangbang the Greased Cheerleader

This is a tale about a cheerleader! She takes on a whole college football team as an initiation rite. She's covered in grease from head to toe and has to avoid penii (plural for penises... wait a minute...) in order to get some phatty cash.

Find out if she wins! ... No seriously, she might win. Seriously. Have faith. Gosh. You can't tell a story by its cover.

This story contains: some seriously dubcon stuff, bukkake, lots o' penetration, and some cooking grease.

There's no pom-poms.

Gangbang the Greased Cheerleader

Seriously. She could win. ...Fuck! You guys are all so negative.

An excerpt from Gangbang the Greased Cheerleader

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They marched me out into the gym where they had a wrestling mat set up for this event to take place on. Everyone in the stands was eying my body like a piece of meat. I was already becoming red in the face from embarrassment while I brought my hands up to cover my naked breasts. I may have been proud of my body, but I certainly didn’t enjoy the idea that this many people were staring at me and ready to fuck me. Already, the first guy was hastily getting undressed. He was a rather large guy—probably around 250 lbs. or so. I had my eyes on his quickly hardening prick. I didn’t even notice that the rest of the guys were getting undressed as well. I made a face of disapproval as the first one lumbered toward me. I certainly wouldn’t let this lunk be the one to best me.

Tabitha shouted, “Go!” and he practically leaped at me. I was surprised by how agile he was. It wasn’t long after before another guy tried to tackle me. And then they would begin pushing and at one another while trying to pull me away.

“H-hey! What the hell!? They can gang up? I thought it was one-on-one!” I screamed at Tabitha while I squirmed and struggled for dear life.

Tabitha just arched a brow and shook her head as if I was crazy. “I never said shit about one-on-one.”

My eyes widened in terror. There was no way I could take on a team of horny guys for twenty minutes and not get a dick in me! It seemed like no matter where I turned there was another guy grabbing at my arm, pushing me to the ground, or trying to get me on my stomach.