Showing posts with label corruption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label corruption. Show all posts

Friday, January 10, 2025

Story: Birthday Wish App


 Birthday Wish App

By Varian Milagro

AI images generated with PicLumen


"You got to check out this new app," Brad said as he entered the family room where his older brother of two years was playing video games. "It can change people and I'm gonna use it to give Mia big tits."


Joel didn't bother to look away from his game. He was used to his brother's weird comments. He'd hoped Brad would've grown out of it once he'd graduated high school last summer, but no luck. "There's like a million AI programs that will do shit like that."


Joel Watkins, recent recipient of an Associates of Arts degree from Spencer Community College 


"This is different, dude. It actually works."


Thursday, August 31, 2017

New story by Tamara Vincent and you have to read it!

Hello,

I have a story to recommend for anyone who likes my stories: wholesome girls becoming slutty bad girls through fantastical means. It's Tamara Vincent's new story, Bodies. It's short, to the point and cheap (only $.99). Most importantly it is an amazingly hot read. I'm hoping that it is the start of a series. Fingers crossed.

Bodies by Tamara Vincent

Have a great Labor Day weekend!

Varian


Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Heather's story part 14

Heather's Story
by Varian Milagro


Chapter 14

Heather felt a sense of déjà vu when she and Abigail pulled into the Newground’s parking lot. It had been one week, almost to the hour since she’d first visited the strip club with her sister, Bethany. So much had changed since then. She was now, by any reasonable measure, a witch and she’d used her powers to make tremendous changes to a lot of different people. Some of the changes she’d done out of ignorance, a few at the request of her best friend, and many for purely selfish reasons, transforming not only their physical forms, but their minds as well.

The magic had been transforming her as well, changing her body, her fashion sense, her sexual preference, her morals. Gone was the pious girl who hid her entirely average body away beneath layers of clothes and in her place was a buxom Goth. It was fitting, really. The dark makeup and black clothing represented the growing darkness within. The plunging neckline that showed off her tits let the world know of her wickedness.

Heather had reservations about returning to the strip club, the primary being Rebecca. The ceremony that had given her magical powers had also made her lust over the stripper. Bethany had fucked with her memory, so she wasn’t totally sure, but she had a feeling that she’d had oral sex with Rebecca last Sunday. She had no willpower around the woman; it was all primal, lust filled thinking. She’d probably strip naked and go down on her in the middle of the street if it was what Rebecca desired.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Heather's story part 13

Heather's Story
By Varian Milagro

Chapter 13

Abigail was in her room, sitting on her bed next to Heather who was lying face down with her head buried in her arms. Mr Whiskers was hunched down by Heather’s head, poking his nose on her forehead.

“There’s lots of different possible reasons why they’re not answering the phone,” Abigail said as she rubbed Heather’s back. “They’re probably somewhere they can’t get a signal or maybe they forgot to charge it and the battery died. Did you leave a message?”

Heather’s head popped up. “It never went to voicemail.” Her face was smeared with black makeup, especially around the eyes.

Mr Whiskers nudged her face and then licked her chin, as if trying to cheer her up.

“Send them a text, They’ll get it once the phone is working again.”

Heather rolled onto her side. “You don’t understand. They might not even be the same people anymore. The magic is still changing people. I only meant for Todd and Kirk to kiss and now they’re gay. I wanted your mom to hire a maid, not become one. Who knows what’s happening with Jimmy and Donna. I aged them. They could be older than our parents by now. Older than our grandparents!”

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.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Heather's Story part 12

Heather's Story
By Varian Milagro


Chapter 12

Heather awoke on Saturday wishing that she were dead. Her mouth felt like someone had stuffed it with old cotton balls that had been soaked in cigarette ash and stale alcohol. She imagined that her breathe was so bad it could kill a small animal. All the moisture was gone from her mouth; she ached for a glass of water. Her head throbbed with a needle like pain centered in each temple. Her stomach felt like it was trying to claw its up and out through her throat.

To make matters worse Kirk had the worst mattress she’d ever slept on. The thing sagged like a semi deflated air mattress. It forced the girl’s bodies against each other and not in a pleasant “let’s cuddle” way, but more of an involuntarily wedged together way that grinded hip bones against each other and shoved elbows into ribs.

The absolute worst of it was the agonizing pain in her left breast. Opening her eyes she discovered the source of her discomfort. Mr Whiskers was standing on her breast, staring into her eyes.

“Meow!” he demanded.

It suddenly occurred to Heather that he hadn’t eaten or been near a litter box for at least 16 hours. “I can get you some food pretty soon,” Heather croaked. “I don’t have a litter box with me. Can you use the toilet? I heard that some cats do that.”