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No I will not

You can take it along with my testicles

Yes yes yes hurry up and give it to me!!!!!

Hahaha~ What's the matter sweetie~? Forgot how to use your big words? Go on. Try it. Try to say anything at all. Puppy whines and barks aren't words silly~ Mmm, you know, I wasn't even sure that would work. All those videos I had sent you. Thought it might've just been a hoax, some scam. But...they kept your interest, and you never seemed to notice how captivated you were by those spirals. It was adorable. With the first few, you just kind of zoned out. Stared at your screen, unblinking, not even hearing anything I said. After a while, you even started to drool. Always excusing it as you just getting distracted or losing track of time when you got out of it. It wasn't long before you started to mouth along with the videos, repeating your mantras "I'm a good puppy", "Puppies don't need to think", "Dumb puppies are good puppies". I wanted to play with you right then and there, but I couldn't risk interrupting the trance. You won't believe how hard it was to resist that urge~ When you started humping...mmm, it was so frustrating holding back. I found a nice middle ground though. I'd hold your phone for you as you ground against my leg. Oh, you should've seen yourself. Looked like such a pathetic mutt, whimpering and whining as you rubbed yourself silly, drooling down your body, unable to tear your eyes away~ Now look at you sweetie. All finished up with your videos, and you've gone and forgotten how to talk, how to walk, how to be a person. After all, puppies don't need to know all that nonsense. It would've just taken up space in your head and confused you. And we wouldn't want that, would we~? So, who's my pretty little puppy~?

Yes

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Izzy barely glanced up from her phone as Daniel kept messing with that stupid app.

“Still on that thing?” she muttered.

Daniel grinned, eyes flicking over the options. “Why not? It’s not real, but damn, it’s got everything in here.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, no shit.”

He hummed, scrolling. “Confidence boost… hypersexuality… full-body transformation. Oh, now this is interesting.”

Izzy rolled her eyes. “What, turning yourself into a werewolf or something?”

Daniel chuckled. “Nah, looks like I could make myself taller, buffer, or…” He paused dramatically. “…a pretty girl.”

Izzy snorted. “Please. You wouldn’t last a day.”

He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. “You think I’d be cute? Maybe, like… a hot blonde? Long legs, big…”

She tossed a pillow at him. “Stop.”

Daniel laughed, dodging it. “What? You wouldn’t want a sexy girlfriend?”

Izzy groaned. “You’re so annoying.”

Daniel grinned. “Fine, fine. Let’s see… seduction boost, increased confidence, and, oh…..”

Then Daniel let out a sharp gasp.

“Ugh. Shit,” he groaned.

Izzy frowned, sitting up. “Danny?”

He lurched to his feet, gripping his stomach like he was about to be sick. 

“I…uh. I’ll be right back,” he choked out, bolting toward the bathroom.

The door slammed shut behind him.

Izzy blinked. “Danny?“

Silence.

Minutes passed.

A knot formed in her stomach. “You okay in there?”

Still nothing.

Her pulse quickened. She stood up, walking toward the door. “Daniel?”

No response.

She pushed the door open. The bathroom was empty.

“What the fuck?“

A soft click echoed from behind her.

Izzy spun around.

And froze.

Lounging in the chair across the room, was her.

A woman. A gorgeous, impossibly stunning woman.

Long, silken hair spilled over bare shoulders. Sculpted legs draped lazily over the armrest. A skin-tight, barely-there black outfit clung to every curve.

And the eyes.

Dark. Smug.

Izzy’s stomach dropped. “Danny?“

The woman smirked, biting her lip in a slow, teasing motion.

“Mmm,” she sighed, stretching like a cat. “Not Danny.“

Izzy took a step back. “No. No way. This must be some kind of …“

The woman giggled.

“Oh, babe,” she purred. “Does it look like I’m joking?“

Izzy’s throat went dry. She couldn’t stop staring.

Danielle noticed.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” Danielle trailed a finger down her collarbone, watching Izzy’s reaction with amusement.

Izzy’s hands curled into fists. “This isn’t real. I’m dreaming.“

Danielle just smirked, shifting in her seat, rolling her hips slightly as she uncrossed her legs.

“Feels pretty real to me.”

Izzy swallowed hard. “We…we need to change you back.“

“Back?” Danielle tilted her head, resting her chin in her palm. “Why would I want that?”

Danielle stood, heels clicking against the hardwood, closing the space between them.

Izzy tensed. “Danny…“

“Danielle,” she corrected smoothly.

Danielle reached out, tracing her wrist lightly. “Come on, baby.“

Her other hand slipped beneath Izzy’s hoodie, fingers teasing against the fabric. “You don’t really want to fix this, do you?“

Izzy flinched at the warmth of her touch. “We…“

Danielle grinned.

She leaned in, pressing the faintest kiss against Izzy’s jaw.

“Say my name, baby.”

Izzy’s breathed. “Danielle…“

The second it left her lips, Danielle shivered, her smirk deepening, dark eyes flashing with satisfaction.

“Mmm,” she purred. “That sounded so good coming from you.”

Her body pressed into Izzy’s, warm and soft. Her fingers ghosted over Izzy’s waist, teasing, dragging down so slowly before slipping under the hem of her hoodie.

Izzy sucked in a sharp breath.

“See?” Danielle murmured, lips hovering just over hers. “You feel that, don’t you? That little thrill?”

She trailed a single nail up Izzy’s side, making her tremble.

“That little ache?”

Izzy’s lips parted, her chest heaving. She needs to stop. I should stop this.

Danielle’s mouth brushed against her … light, teasing.

Another kiss. Barely there.

Then another.

Lower.

Lingering.

Izzy’s hands twitched at her sides.

Then Danielle moved in.

Hard.

Needy.

Danielle didn’t tease this time. She took, capturing Izzy’s lips in a deep, hungry kiss, her hands sliding up, fingers threading into Izzy’s hair, pulling her closer. Their bodies pressed together, heat surging between them, Danielle’s nails digging into Izzy’s waist as she claimed her.

Izzy gasped into it, her head spinning, her body betraying her as her hands grabbed at Danielle’s hips, pulling her in instead of pushing her away.

Danielle moaned against her lips, kissing her deeper, tongue flicking out, demanding, possessive.

Izzy felt herself melting.

She was losing.

Danielle pressed harder, lips moving faster, her hands roaming, pulling Izzy under, drowning her in sensation.

And then…

Izzy ripped herself away, gasping, her chest heaving.

Her lips burned, tingling from the sheer force of it.

Danielle barely stumbled, her smirk dangerous.

“That’s my girl,” she whispered, voice thick with satisfaction.

Izzy clenched her fists, fighting the need still clawing at her skin.

God, she wanted.

But this wasn’t right.

“Danny…” She gritted her teeth. “Danielle, we need to fix this.”

Danielle’s tongue flicked out, running over her own lips, eyes hungry.

“Fix?” she echoed.

Then she grinned.

“Oh, baby…” she purred.

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

Danielle picked up the phone and smiled.

Izzy’s pulse spiked.

She wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but the smug look on Danielle’s face set off every instinct to run.

Danielle paused, locking eyes with her, dragging the moment out, letting the tension build.

Then she pressed the button.

Nothing.

Izzy flinched, bracing for—something—but… there was nothing.

She blinked. Her heart pounded, fingers curling into fists. “What did you do?“

Danielle smirked. Tilted her head. “Wait for it, baby.“

Izzy opened her mouth to snap back…

Then her stomach lurched.

“Oh—“

A pulse of heat exploded inside her, deep, rolling outward in thick, liquid waves. It surged through her veins, wrapping around her spine, clawing up into her skull. Her vision swam, her breath caught, her legs trembled.

“Oh fuck.”

Her fingers twitched uncontrollably. Her skin prickled. Her whole body felt like it was too small … or maybe too much.

“What,” Izzy gasped, clutching at her stomach, but the words dissolved as the sensation took over.

It wasn’t pain.

Not really.

It was something else.

Something she should hate.

But then why did it feel so good?

A strange calm spread through her, like slipping into warm water. Soothing. Familiar. Right.

Her body felt lighter. Her muscles loosened, tension melting away.

Her thoughts were sharper. Clearer. Stronger.

The hesitation she’d always carried was gone.

Why?

Why had she ever hesitated?

She was better than that.

Stronger.

More… dominant.

Izzy inhaled sharply, her breath steadying, her body relaxing.

Her eyes flicked to Danielle.

And something clicked into place.

A new thought. A new truth.

Mine.

Danielle wasn’t just standing there.

She was waiting.

Waiting for her.

Waiting to be claimed.

Izzy licked her lips, and a slow, satisfied smirk curled at the edges.

Yes.

This was right.

Heat flared beneath her skin again, but this time, it wasn’t overwhelming.

It was power.

Her spine straightened, shoulders rolling back as her body shifted, refining itself into something stronger, sharper, irresistible.

Her hoodie and leggings melted away, replaced by silk. The fabric draped over her in a way that commanded attention.

She breathed in, running her nails along her collarbone, feeling the electricity humming beneath her skin.

She knew who she was now.

Who she was meant to be.

She locked eyes with Danielle.

Danielle shivered. “Oh. Oh, fuck.“

Izzy’s smirk deepened.

She took a single, commanding step forward and watched as Danielle instinctively stepped back.

Izzy caught her wrist before she could move any further.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby?” she murmured, voice dripping with amusement.

Danielle gasped softly, lips parting, pupils blown wide.

Izzy grinned.

She owned this moment.

She owned her.

“You’re mine now.“

54 male 6,3” large build 280lbs. Want to be someone’s Amazon Queen.

Take me away from my male life and feminize me. I’m willing to go all the way if that’s what you would like.

Use me to provide you pleasure.

Take pleasure from feminizing me.

Start me on the journey to becoming your Amazon Queen.

I do love the outdoors & outdoor sports like atving, snowmobiling & fishing. Think of the fun we could have on a trip with me there to suck you off or bend me over & thrust into me.

I need an aggressive man to take me and permanently turn me into his fat bottomed Amazon Queen to look after all of his needs.

Ride me hard and put me away wet. Let me wake you up every morning with a blow job or more.

Lending a Hand, Part 1 [MF] [Long]

Long-time reader, first-time poster. Hoping to make this a regular thing so long as people enjoy! Standard “good stuff starts here: _______” disclaimer applies.

(Upfront admission: this happened long enough ago that some aspects—a.k.a. dialogue—have gotten a little fuzzy. As such, I’ve taken a few liberties to make things read a bit more naturally. But rest assured, the recollections themselves are all true.)

I was in my senior year of university, and my course load was light. Being the go-getter that I am, I decided to get a job—specifically, one that would look good on my CV. After turning over a few rocks and talking to a few friends, I wound up getting a gig with the students’ union. Good work, cool people, and decent pay. What more could a 22-year-old want?

At first, I was sweet on one of the execs—a tall drink of “please sit on my face” named Tessa. Beyond being cute and easy to talk to, she was also the one I worked with the most. But after a couple of weeks, I found myself getting on really well with one of the other VP’s: a curvy redhead named Janice who was as bubbly as she was cool. Played in a band, told funny jokes, and rocked a delightfully tight and faded Velvet Underground t-shirt like it was going out of style.

Since I’d started at the end of May, most of the summer was spent planning the frosh week festivities: booking talent, organizing sponsors, signing up volunteers… that sorta thing. And all throughout, I continued doing my gosh darn best to endear myself to Tessa and Janice. I mean, why not, right? Worst case, I get two stellar references; best case… well, the jury was still out on that one.

September finally rolled around and frosh week went off without a hitch. By the time we got to the final day, everybody involved was buzzing from the combination of success, booze and drugs that had permeated the festivities. A B-level performer (reasonably popular amongst college students at the time) was our Friday night headliner, and man, I’ll tell ya: while some celebrities might be oversized knobheads, he was not. Genuinely great guy who was as nice off the stage as he was talented on it. I can say this with certainty because, after his performance was done and he and his band had helped us tear the stage down, he invited me, Tessa, Janice, and the rest of the team out to one of the bars to celebrate with him and the band. Awesome!

Fast-forward a couple of hours and there we are, drinking and chilling with some seriously cool dudes. Everybody’s having a great time. Out of nowhere, Tessa comes up and wraps her arms around me.

“Thank you so much,” she said. “I hope you know there’s no way we could’ve pulled this off without you.”

“Awww,” I said, returning her hug with one of my own. “It was an absolute pleasure. Working with you guys has been amazingly fun.”

You know how sometimes, even if you weren’t intending for anything to happen, things do? And oftentimes it’s the littlest thing that ends up being the difference between a best-night-ever kinda night an otherwise forgettable one? Tessa’s perfume was that thing. One moment we were hugging as friends. Then I breathed in. Instant erection. Now, I know it’s cliched to say on /r/gonewildstories at this point, but I am bigger than your average bear. By a fair bit, actually. And it didn’t take long for Tessa to figure that out, because by the time I was red in the face and stammering out an apology, she was waving it off as though it wasn’t a thing. We laughed, got another drink, and tried making small talk before deciding to head back to our table where everyone else was. Except right as we were about to turn the corner into the room they were in, Tessa grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bathroom.

She was on a mission. By the time I had both of my feet inside the single-occupant room, she’d already locked the door, set both of our drinks down on the sink, and started undoing my pants.

“Holy shit,” I said, doing my best to sum up the situation.

“This is what being a good guy gets you,” she said as she sunk to her knees and traced by cock from root to tip with her tongue. Then she smiled at me—just long enough for her eyes to tell me that this was going to be one to remember—and took as much of me into her mouth as she could.

My head fell back and my fingers tangled themselves in her hair, and it took everything I had in me not to cum right then and there. She was that good. Up and down, swirling around the top, playing with my balls: she knew exactly what she was doing and when to do it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groaned. She responded with a moan of her own.

I looked down to see the lower half of her face covered in saliva and pre-cum, her left hand cradling my balls, and her right hand tucked into the crotch of her jeans.

Game on.

I hauled her up off the floor and planted my lips on hers. Our first kiss was as sloppy as the blowjob had been, but easily twice as passionate. Our tongues slithered around one another and tied themselves into knots, and while they did, our hands did everything they could to keep me hard and her wet. After 20 or 30 seconds of the most intense kissing I’d experienced at that point in my life, she pulled back, looked me square in the eye and said, “Fuck me.”

The sink had just enough counter space for me to hoist her up and seat her on it. And as luck would have it, it was the absolute perfect height for fucking. So perfect that I didn’t even have to bend my knees as I eased myself into her for the first time.

“Oh fuck,” she said, grasping my head and pulling me into her neck as I went deeper. “Oh Jesus fuck. Go slow, go slow.”

I’m a big fan of purposeful thrusts. You feel more, they’re more sensual, and every amazing moment seems to last forever. So when Tessa begged me to go slow, I grabbed the back of her head, pulled her forehead into mine, and did just that. Innnnnnnnnnnnn and ooooooooooout. Innnnnnnnnnnn and ooooooooooout. After a couple of minutes of this, her pussy cream was all over my cock and all I could see were the whites of her eyes.

“Uh uh,” I said. “Look at me.”

Once she refocused her gaze, the biggest smile I’d ever seen immediately spread across her face.

“This is so fucking good,” she said. “I can’t believe how fucking good this feels.”

Innnnnnnnnnnnn and oooooooooout.

“I know,” I replied. “You have the most amazing pussy.”

“Oh my God. You’re so deep. I can't—oh God.”

“No, no. Look at me. Look me in the eye.”

“You are so fucking hot. This is so fucking hot. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“We are. You and me, fucking in a bathroom. My big cock sliding in and out of your tight, wet pussy. We’re fucking doing it, Tess. And it feels amazing.”

“Yeeesssss,” she moaned.

Despite being lost in the moment, I had the sense to realize that we’d been in there long enough for a decent line to have likely formed on the other side of the door. So I started thrusting faster.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”

In and out in and out in and out in and out in and out.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she squealed. “You’re going to make me cum.”

“Yes, baby. Yes,” I said. “I’m close, too.”

“Don’t you dare pull out.”

I didn’t. A few more strokes and she was squirming all over my rod, biting my shoulder and letting out the hottest, most adorable staccato squeals. That’s what put me over the edge. After a couple more strokes, I thrust into her as hard and deep as I could, bear hugged her with all my might, and came. Oh man, did I ever cum. I don’t recall how long my orgasm lasted, but I do remember that after we regained our senses, kissed a little and laughed a bit more, a stready stream of cum waterfalled out of Tessa’s red pussy as I pulled out.

“Well that was fun,” I said, pulling my pants up.

“Fun? That was fucking amazing!” she responded.

We spent a minute or two tidying ourselves and cleaning our puddle of fluids off the floor (what? We’re Canadian). When we were done, we agreed that she’d leave first, and that I’d follow a few seconds later, mile-high-club-style. Another quick kiss and she was out the door.

I looked myself in the mirror and smiled like an idiot before opening the door and stepping out. Luckily, there wasn’t a single person waiting to use the loo. Bonus.

Beer in hand, I rounded the corner and made my way toward our companions. Apparently we’d been in the bathroom longer than I thought, because despite having arrived with 15 or so people, there only appeared to be five or six left: our celebrity matchmaker/musician friend, a couple of his bandmates, Tessa, and Janice.

I took a seat opposite the girls and smiled at them before turning to the guest of honour. As much as I wanted to cozy up to Tessa and convince her to make round two a reality, I knew well enough to play it cool. For now. So instead, I fawned over Mr. Rockster. Now normally, I’d be hella excited to shoot the shit with the guy. I owned most of his albums and considered myself a genuine fan. But the more we talked, the more I felt eyes boring into me from the other side of the table. So the next time I took a sip of my pint, I casually looked across to see what was up.

Tessa, still wearing her biggest-ever smile, was chatting up the bass player. But Janice… was staring right at me.

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gamer daddy (g!p nat)

this is short but sweet or should i say spicy, anyway idk if i like this but i like the idea soooo here

warning; smut, daddy!Nat, g!p nat, pet names (bunny), idk honesty know what else

you go thought to Natasha's gaming room while she is streaming and things get a bit spicyyy

Your daddy Natasha does gaming streams every three days, its Wednesday and she was streaming in her gaming room, you woke you missing your daddy and tiredly walk through to her gaming room and straddle her lap, hiding your head it her neck

‘’ hey bunny what’s up?’’ she ask, you don’t voice any reply other than rubbing your clit on her cock ‘’ohh’’ she chuckles

‘’I am wearing my pretty princess pyjama's’’ you say as Natasha holds your hips still

‘’you are, did daddy put them on for you last night?’’ you were wearing pink panties and a pink silky vest top with lace at the top- everything was pink because Natasha loves seeing her little bunny in pink.

‘’mhm daddy gave me pretty clothes’’

she starts to guide your hips so that your clit is rubbing against her 10-inch-long cock ‘’daddy's little bunny, your all daddy's’’ she whispers ‘’your good little mouth, your perfect tits, your tight pretty little hole is all daddy's no one is allowed to touch them but daddy’’

‘’all daddy's’’ you repeat some of her earlier words as she pulls your little panties down and then her sweatpants and boxers ‘’going to ride daddy's cock like a good little bunny, huh?’’ she smirks as she pull's you down on her full length, kissing the top of your head giving you a minute to adjust before she starts to guide your hips

‘’mhmmm’’ you moan loving the feeling of her being inside you, you start to move your hips by yourself wanting more. She brings your lips up into a passionate soft but still somehow rough kisses as she stops guiding your hips, the kiss is broken by your almost porno type moan, Nat starts to pull your top up so that you are now completely naked watching as your tits bounced Infront of her face, she attached her mouth to one of your nipples ''ahh daddy it feels so g-good''

''daddy's little girl'' she says somewhat possessively, she starts to thrust up to meet yours only adding to the pleasure you feel ''fuck you're so tight for daddy''

''ughh daddyyyy'' you moan as she hits that one spot inside you that drives you crazy.

''such a good bunny'' she groans giving a deep thrust after each word fucking you harder as she chases her high ''you going to cum bunny, gonna cum?'' she asks, all you can do is nod in reply to much pleasure running through your body for you to be able to speak ''wait for daddy then, okay?'' you knew she wasn't really asking you; she was telling you. It was getting harder to hold by the second, because each thrust, she met with yours got deeper and harder the feeling in your stomach almost becoming unbearable and it was just when you were about fall undone that you felt her warm cum start to fill you up.

'' cum for daddy bunny, cum with me'' and so you did, and you squirted everywhere, it was only once you and Nat where both down for your highs that you realised what you have done, you hide your face in her chest making her laugh.

''what's wrong bunny?'' she asked finding the way you were acting adorable.

''I... everywhere...'' she only laughs at your embarrassment

''oh, bunny daddy loved that you did that you made daddy so so proud squirting everywhere like a good little bunny''

''can I stay here and warm you?'' you asked

''such a good bunny for her daddy'' she smiles

she then realises she had streamed the whole thing not that she was going to tell you that tho.

(via bathammer2, bathammer2, yuss-property)

I wish I looked like this from behind