Here is chapter 3 of the story that Firingwall wrote for me over the last six months. There are 3 more chapters on his Firingwall's Patreon page. I'm not going to be commissioning anymore of the story at this time, but if you have ideas on how you'd like to continue the story and you're willing to part with a few bucks, I'm pretty sure that Firingwall would like to hear from you.
Spray for Trouble: Chapter 3
By: Firingwall
“Be right back mom!” Tina declared, rushing to the bathroom, “Give me a second!”
Julia Parker sighed, taking a brief drag off her cigarette, before saying, “Alright, but don’t take too long or we’ll miss the movie!”
Emma sighed peacefully, taking a very long drag from her own cigarette before blowing it out. Curious, Mrs. Parker asked, “Something the matter?”
“No,” Emma replied with a pleasant smile, “I’m quite alright.” And she really was. While enjoying some of the changes brought upon by her spray bottle, she had been feeling really tense and worried a lot of the time as well. So, going out to a movie with a friend and her mom, especially one that she had been really wanting to see (for some reason now), Emma felt at peace about everything for once.
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Sunday, August 5, 2018
Saturday, July 7, 2018
Spray for Trouble Chapter 2
Sorry this one took so long to post. I'll try to be quicker with the next few chapters. So far five have been written and a sixth will be completed at the end of this month. I don't know if there will be a chapter seven.
You can find more of Firingwall's stories on his Patreon page and on his Deviantart page.
Spray for Trouble: Chapter 2
by: Firingwall
The door slamming behind her, Emma instantly yanked out her lighter and pack of cigarettes. She took out a slim and lit it up before putting them both back. Her body eased up and shivered delightfully as she took a long drag.
Blowing the smoke between her plump lips, she sighed, “Damn, I really needed that.”
Dinner seemed to drag on for eternity, even though it only lasted barely half an hour. Between her constant worrying about her sister and her new habit, Emma was in desperate need of a cigarette to calm herself.
The whole spray bottle situation was absolutely crazy. In just the past few hours, she was now the proud owner of a badass motorcycle, loved wearing black lipstick all the time, and was a big-time smoker. Not only that, but Anna, her sister, sported a large ass and strutted around in high heels all the time, a wild contrast from the plain, homely girl she usually was.
You can find more of Firingwall's stories on his Patreon page and on his Deviantart page.
Spray for Trouble: Chapter 2
by: Firingwall
The door slamming behind her, Emma instantly yanked out her lighter and pack of cigarettes. She took out a slim and lit it up before putting them both back. Her body eased up and shivered delightfully as she took a long drag.
Blowing the smoke between her plump lips, she sighed, “Damn, I really needed that.”
Dinner seemed to drag on for eternity, even though it only lasted barely half an hour. Between her constant worrying about her sister and her new habit, Emma was in desperate need of a cigarette to calm herself.
The whole spray bottle situation was absolutely crazy. In just the past few hours, she was now the proud owner of a badass motorcycle, loved wearing black lipstick all the time, and was a big-time smoker. Not only that, but Anna, her sister, sported a large ass and strutted around in high heels all the time, a wild contrast from the plain, homely girl she usually was.
Saturday, March 31, 2018
Story: Spray for Trouble
The following story was written for me by Firingwall. He also wrote a followup to this story and another stand alone story which you can find on his Patreon page. The other story is called "Paying Off Your Debts" and is about a married couple that run afoul of a gangster who likes to transform his victims into more useful forms. It features M2F and F2M transformations. You can check out a lot of Firingwall's other stories on his Deviantart page.
Spray for Trouble
by Firingwall
Finally, Emma thought happily, time to relax and have some fun!
Spring Break was upon the young college girl and Emma was going to make the most of it as best as she could. She couldn’t afford to leave town like a lot of her friends did, so she was intent on trying to find something fun and new to do with her time off from homework, papers, and all sorts of frustrating projects.
Biking home from class, she cut through the park, her mind still off on trying to figure out what she could do. Could finally try running in that marathon coming up, she pondered, but I could also maybe volunteer for the week at the shelter. Man, I just don’t know what I…
As she rode, her eyes fell upon a curious old woman, the only person in the park that fine day it felt like. She was looking around, checking behind bushes or fussing about in place. She seemed distressed and worried, biting at her nails.
Curious, Emma stopped and hopped off her bike. Walking over with it, she called to the old lady, “Excuse me miss, are you alright?”
The lady looked to her, adjusting her glasses and stammering, “M-m-my l-little precious! H-he-he ran away! I w-was just talking him for his afternoon walk an-and I-I w-wasn’t holding the leash t-tight enough and…”
Spray for Trouble
by Firingwall
Finally, Emma thought happily, time to relax and have some fun!
Spring Break was upon the young college girl and Emma was going to make the most of it as best as she could. She couldn’t afford to leave town like a lot of her friends did, so she was intent on trying to find something fun and new to do with her time off from homework, papers, and all sorts of frustrating projects.
Biking home from class, she cut through the park, her mind still off on trying to figure out what she could do. Could finally try running in that marathon coming up, she pondered, but I could also maybe volunteer for the week at the shelter. Man, I just don’t know what I…
As she rode, her eyes fell upon a curious old woman, the only person in the park that fine day it felt like. She was looking around, checking behind bushes or fussing about in place. She seemed distressed and worried, biting at her nails.
Curious, Emma stopped and hopped off her bike. Walking over with it, she called to the old lady, “Excuse me miss, are you alright?”
The lady looked to her, adjusting her glasses and stammering, “M-m-my l-little precious! H-he-he ran away! I w-was just talking him for his afternoon walk an-and I-I w-wasn’t holding the leash t-tight enough and…”
Monday, January 8, 2018
Xmas story trade
I thought that since it was going to be another day or two until I can post the next part of "A Perfect Match, Every Time" I'd post the other half of the Christmas story exchange I participated in this year.
In a nutshell, my request had been for a woman to transform while protecting a group of people she cared about. I gave a couple of examples, one being a group of women are accosted by a tough biker and one of them stands up to him and turns into a biker herself. In my mind I was thinking she'd become a female biker, but I am happy with how it turned out.
Untitled
by CW Tyger
The first day of summer was an excellent excuse for Marsha and her friends to go shopping. Truth be told, any excuse was an excellent excuse for them to go shopping. They’d never needed a good reason other than having money to burn since they’d met in college and discovered their common love of consumerism. They’d had absolutely nothing else in common other than blonde hair and brown eyes, but as long as they could hang out at the mall and increase their already sizable wardrobes, that didn’t matter to them.
“Check this out!” she bragged to her three friends as she showed them the brand new bikini she’d purchased.
Tiffany wrinkled her nose. “It’s ugly,” she finally managed to say, averting her eyes from the loud disaster in Marsha’s hands.
“Yeah, I know,” Marsha confessed. “But look at how little it leaves to the imagination.” She held it up to her ample chest; although she’d hidden it in a sweater, her bosom was still prominent. The bottoms were little more than a string that seemed to disappear when she similarly modelled it over the faded jeans she wore. It was very clear that the bikini would only cover certain strategic parts. “They’d knocked 90% off and I just had to have it. I think I’m going to wear it to next week’s pool party and accidentally leave it behind.”
The girls knew what she meant by “accidentally” and that she probably wouldn’t care enough to want it returned.
“It looks like they’d knocked 90% of the fabric off as well,” Jessica said.
“I feel sorry for whoever you blind with that thing,” Ursula commented.
“Well, it’s going to be on the floor soon enough anyway,” Marsha responded. “Out of sight and out of mind!”
The girls made several purchases and showed them off in turn, each one expressing their approval of the price tag and yet agreeing that the purchases themselves were terrible, albeit useful in their own limited ways.
And so it went for the entire afternoon. The quartet raided all the clothing stores and a few that catered to their own interests. That evening, as they were making their way back to their car, Marsha was still gushing about the teddy bear she’d bought for herself.
“Don’t you have a room full of those?” Ursula asked. It was less that she didn’t remember and more that she thought she was reminding Marsha.
“Of course I do,” came Marsha’s response. “But this one is extra special adorable, don’t you think?” She held him up so he was facing the rest of the group. “I think he’ll be the centrepiece of my collection!”
They heard the sound of mocking laughter nearby and as one, turned to see where it was coming from. A group of bikers had parked nearby and were egging on their leader, who called out to them, “Hey! You, the hot bitch holdin’ Teddy. Wanna ditch the toys an’ come play with a real man?” His friends all laughed as one punched his shoulder.
In a nutshell, my request had been for a woman to transform while protecting a group of people she cared about. I gave a couple of examples, one being a group of women are accosted by a tough biker and one of them stands up to him and turns into a biker herself. In my mind I was thinking she'd become a female biker, but I am happy with how it turned out.
Untitled
by CW Tyger
The first day of summer was an excellent excuse for Marsha and her friends to go shopping. Truth be told, any excuse was an excellent excuse for them to go shopping. They’d never needed a good reason other than having money to burn since they’d met in college and discovered their common love of consumerism. They’d had absolutely nothing else in common other than blonde hair and brown eyes, but as long as they could hang out at the mall and increase their already sizable wardrobes, that didn’t matter to them.
“Check this out!” she bragged to her three friends as she showed them the brand new bikini she’d purchased.
Tiffany wrinkled her nose. “It’s ugly,” she finally managed to say, averting her eyes from the loud disaster in Marsha’s hands.
“Yeah, I know,” Marsha confessed. “But look at how little it leaves to the imagination.” She held it up to her ample chest; although she’d hidden it in a sweater, her bosom was still prominent. The bottoms were little more than a string that seemed to disappear when she similarly modelled it over the faded jeans she wore. It was very clear that the bikini would only cover certain strategic parts. “They’d knocked 90% off and I just had to have it. I think I’m going to wear it to next week’s pool party and accidentally leave it behind.”
The girls knew what she meant by “accidentally” and that she probably wouldn’t care enough to want it returned.
“It looks like they’d knocked 90% of the fabric off as well,” Jessica said.
“I feel sorry for whoever you blind with that thing,” Ursula commented.
“Well, it’s going to be on the floor soon enough anyway,” Marsha responded. “Out of sight and out of mind!”
The girls made several purchases and showed them off in turn, each one expressing their approval of the price tag and yet agreeing that the purchases themselves were terrible, albeit useful in their own limited ways.
And so it went for the entire afternoon. The quartet raided all the clothing stores and a few that catered to their own interests. That evening, as they were making their way back to their car, Marsha was still gushing about the teddy bear she’d bought for herself.
“Don’t you have a room full of those?” Ursula asked. It was less that she didn’t remember and more that she thought she was reminding Marsha.
“Of course I do,” came Marsha’s response. “But this one is extra special adorable, don’t you think?” She held him up so he was facing the rest of the group. “I think he’ll be the centrepiece of my collection!”
They heard the sound of mocking laughter nearby and as one, turned to see where it was coming from. A group of bikers had parked nearby and were egging on their leader, who called out to them, “Hey! You, the hot bitch holdin’ Teddy. Wanna ditch the toys an’ come play with a real man?” His friends all laughed as one punched his shoulder.
Monday, June 26, 2017
Hermione and the Demon of Smoke
I am very happy to share the story, "Hermione and the Demon of Smoke" with you. I thought that it was lost to the sands of time, but I recently found a copy of it.
It was shortly after reading the following story that I got the idea for "The Birth of Bethany". When I first read the story I'd just finished posting my first two stories, both TG, and was wanting to write something with a corruption theme. After finishing the story I found myself wishing that it was longer and not fan fiction. Then I thought, why don't I write my version? Three weeks later I finished writing "The Birth of Bethany". I sure wish I still wrote that fast.
Hermione and the Demon of Smoke
By ???
Hermione was in the library when it happened.
There was nothing special about that.
Hermione was almost always in the library. If you were looking for Hermione while Hogwarts was in session, it was quite a safe bet that you’d find her in the library.
So it was no surprise that the demon would find her there that night. This particular demon didn’t look anything at all like a demon. At least not at first it didn’t. Even later it didn’t look like you’d expect a demon to look. At first it seemed like nothing at all. Just an oh so tiny almost invisible puff of smoke. You would have to be looking right at it very hard to have spotted it at all.
Hermione certainly didn’t see it.
She was far too busy pouring over an ancient book on disappearing potions to even notice the thing, even when it began to grow and take shape.
At the beginning it had no shape at all. Just smoke. Just a tiny puff of smoke lingering in the air. But then, as it grew, it began to a form into a kind of ball that seemed to shimmer and glimmer in the dim light of the dusty old library.
But Hermione didn’t notice. She was too busy reading.
She did however stop her reading long enough to sniff the air, when she began to smell smoke. Smoke at Hogwarts was hardly an uncommon thing. But smoke in the old library could be a very bad thing altogether.
It was shortly after reading the following story that I got the idea for "The Birth of Bethany". When I first read the story I'd just finished posting my first two stories, both TG, and was wanting to write something with a corruption theme. After finishing the story I found myself wishing that it was longer and not fan fiction. Then I thought, why don't I write my version? Three weeks later I finished writing "The Birth of Bethany". I sure wish I still wrote that fast.
Hermione and the Demon of Smoke
By ???
Hermione was in the library when it happened.
There was nothing special about that.
Hermione was almost always in the library. If you were looking for Hermione while Hogwarts was in session, it was quite a safe bet that you’d find her in the library.
So it was no surprise that the demon would find her there that night. This particular demon didn’t look anything at all like a demon. At least not at first it didn’t. Even later it didn’t look like you’d expect a demon to look. At first it seemed like nothing at all. Just an oh so tiny almost invisible puff of smoke. You would have to be looking right at it very hard to have spotted it at all.
Hermione certainly didn’t see it.
She was far too busy pouring over an ancient book on disappearing potions to even notice the thing, even when it began to grow and take shape.
At the beginning it had no shape at all. Just smoke. Just a tiny puff of smoke lingering in the air. But then, as it grew, it began to a form into a kind of ball that seemed to shimmer and glimmer in the dim light of the dusty old library.
But Hermione didn’t notice. She was too busy reading.
She did however stop her reading long enough to sniff the air, when she began to smell smoke. Smoke at Hogwarts was hardly an uncommon thing. But smoke in the old library could be a very bad thing altogether.
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