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Twenty-year-old Brian Kowalski was a three-hundred-and-ten-pound, unwashed, porn-addicted stain on humanity. When he suddenly drops dead of a massive heart attack during a marathon masturbation session, God decides he’s too pathetic for Hell, but far too disgusting for Heaven. To scrub his soul clean of digital filth, God isekais Brian to a remedial afterlife: a G-rated, cartoonish fantasy world called Candytopia. It is a saccharine realm of pure friendship, candy gardens, and absolute innocence, designed to teach him wholesome values. But God made a catastrophic miscalculation. While the world runs on the logic of a Saturday morning kid's cartoon, its female population is comprised of drop-dead gorgeous, insanely busty, thicc-ass babes. And for some odd reason, none of them seem familiar with the concept of sex. The women are all flawless, biologically complete virgins who have barely understand concepts of shame, lust, or lying. Recognizing a pervert’s absolute paradise, Brian throws the "purification" plan straight into the chocolate river. Armed with Earth's depraved knowledge and a relentless cock, he begins to systematically manipulate, trick, and corrupt the hopelessly naive population. This is the raw and utterly uncensored journey of a complete degenerate who gets everything he ever wanted, slowly turning a pure paradise into his own personal, cum-soaked, bimbofied whorehouse.

Der Zuhälter sucht nach frisch Fleisch

A collection of short stories across various genres. English and French versions available, with images.

Nineteen-year-old Lis is taken by her manager to what is supposed to be a harmless beach photoshoot, which she won in a competition at a shopping centre. A modelling contract is on the cards. She is supposed to pose in a red bikini, but the photographer and the manager trick her. It is only later that she realises she has been duped.

Später würden sie aus Spandau und Köpenick behaupten, es wäre nie passiert. In Wahrheit starrten Hunderte auf Sandy: auf den festen Apfel-Po mit dem schwarzen Tribal ganz unten im Rücken, dieses billige Dorfschlampe-Tattoo, das zu ihr zu passen schien, obwohl sie es nie so gemeint hatte. Auf die glattrasierte, eher nach innen liegende Möse, klein und geschlossen, nur einen Hauch geöffnet, mit einer schmalen Landebahn darüber. Auf die schweren Brüste, die dunklen, aufgesetzten Vorhöfe und die langen, dicken Nippel, die selbst im grellen Festlicht durch nichts zu verbergen waren. Sandy lächelte, als wäre das alles harmlos. Sie wusste nicht, dass man sie benutzte. Und Silke stand daneben und genoß jeden Blick, als gehöre ihr dieser Körper mit Recht. Denn Silke hatte das alles gewollt. Silke, die freundliche Nachbarin mit dem zu hellen Lachen, die Schatzmeisterin mit den leeren Büchern und dem vollen Hunger nach Kontrolle. Sie hasste es, dass Sandra gemocht wurde. Sie hasste die Rivalität mit Köpenick, dass diese Frau mit dem Callcenter-Leben so unschuldig wirken konnte, während Silke selbst schon längst im Dreck stand. Also baute sie eine Falle: Geschenke, Kameras, Hörspiele, Wein, ein Hypnotiseur namens Herr D. und am Ende ein Ortsfest, auf dem Sandy Arsch, Möse und Titten für Hunderte zur Schau stellen würde — weil Silke es so wollte. So fing es an.

Several mixed wrestling stories, feel free to add your own.

You’ve just moved into a new place and everything feels unfamiliar. The only familiar face is the girl who lives next door — soft-spoken, a little shy, and built in a way that keeps catching your eye no matter how hard you try not to look. She waves. She smiles. She lingers just a second longer than necessary. At first it feels like simple neighbourly kindness. The longer you live here, though, the harder it becomes to tell where friendliness ends and something else begins.

Branching story of different scenarios in a bondage shop

The survivor of a pirate attack finds the lost planet.

Corrupt and control women as they struggle to fight off the voice in their head (you) that keeps driving them towards sluttier, sexier and degrading situations. Build up their corruption points to make biggger and badder corruptions possible.

A book that has the power to change reality appears in the world. Which world? Whichever: this world or one from an existing fiction.

Wilkes Tempest is a bastard. By both definition and behavior, attempting to find meaning with his life in the world of Abernoth. At the tender age of nineteen he sets sail to find friends, adventure, and love. Will he be able to make a name for himself, or just be another lootable skeleton in a dungeon? Only one way to find out.

You have a chance to pursue your employee you've been lusting after.

Any female character, any universe, any story arc, they somehow end up naked, and have to find a way to get to safety or cover up before the media, their friends, fellow superheroes, villains, or any of their numerous fans finds them!

The Cave Toads have ended up in Warcraft. Surely our brave heroes of the Alliance and Horde can stop them before they begin breeding them!

I create AI-generated anime art with a spicy, uncensored edge: elegant, alluring characters brought to life one piece at a time. I'm always pushing for a cleaner, sexier result, and I share the best of it here with you.

My wife and I have four kids, a cousin, a sister, a sister in law and her husband all staying under our roof. We have to juggle rooms, our jobs, and manage the raging hormones of not just our children, but most of our family.

Prick or teat

At long last, Princess Kael'thas Sunstrider sees a worthy partner in someone close to her - not anyone in Silvermoon, of course, nor Dalaran. No, every few decades, to maintain ancient, quiet ties, the kaldorei send a diplomatic party to visit the eastern continent. Leading this group is the High Priestess herself. Tyrande Whisperwind. Brash, and forward, and powerful. A worthy partner, finally. If only Kael'thas can escape confinement, she might at last find satisfaction in deserving arms.

What happens when a college experiment goes horribly wrong...or horribly right? The BBC College graduate program in biology is looking for white volunteers for a top-secret experiment. Will you answer the call?