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Doctor Who: Return of the Time Lords by Forcy
Following the events of Vincent and the Doctor in S5E10, the Eleventh Doctor and Amy Pond return to the TARDIS getting ready for their next adventure, until a casual conversation and a shared meal in the morning change everything. Unbeknownst to them, a rare alien artifact known as a Hazandra Wishing Stone fell into the Doctor’s fish fingers and custard. As he ate, his subconscious desires—buried deep in loss and grief—took root. With the stone enhancing his natural Time Lord psychic abilities a thousandfold, the Doctor's long-buried wish to rebuild his people overwrites his inhibitions. Now empowered with absolute psychic control, the Doctor can reshape minds—most importantly, the minds of those closest to him, such as his companions. The question is...who will join him in these adventures through sex and time?
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- 16 Chapters Deep
- English
- Mind Control
- 3rd Person, Both
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First time with trans by Zhybed
Andressa was always horny as a trans, but she had never had sex with one. She found Jenny on an app. Jenny had beautiful, suckable breasts, as well as a dick that would fit in her mouth, pussy and ass.
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- 2 Chapters Deep
- English
- Transsexual
- 3rd Person, Both
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Night Time Secrets by astroworld
Unravel his first relationships secrets
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- 154 Views
- 3 Chapters Deep
- English
- Cheating Spouses
- 1st Person, Male
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Viaje a Egipto by Delamugre
Me voy de vacaciones a Egipto y uso una aplicación de móvil para follarme a todos los hombres que me apetezcan.
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- 29 Chapters Deep
- Spanish
- Gay
- 1st Person, Male
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The Hypnotherapist by joseph4668
I’m a tenacious blonde journalist, determined to expose hypnotherapy as a sham. My target: Dr. Victor Kane, a world-renowned hypnotist whose reputation precedes him. Confident in my skepticism, I strike a bold deal with him—if he can’t hypnotize me to do whatever he wants for as long as he chooses, I’ll use my platform to debunk his craft. But if he succeeds, it’ll prove hypnotherapy’s power and serve as a global advertisement for his industry. I’m certain I’ll win. Under the dim glow of his office, Kane’s voice weaves a spell I can’t resist. I sink into a deep trance, unaware of the command he implants: every time my phone rings, I’ll strip completely naked, no matter where I am, and strut through public spaces with my arms raised high, exposing myself for a full hour. The trigger is unbreakable, etched into my subconscious. The first call comes during a crowded press conference. My phone buzzes, and before I can stop myself, my clothes hit the floor. I parade through the stunned crowd, arms up, body bare, a spectacle for all to see. My colleagues, sensing a viral story, gleefully dial my number during live broadcasts, at galas, in busy city squares—each ring stripping me of dignity as cameras flash and headlines scream. The world watches my humiliation, and my own newsroom profits from the coverage, turning my ordeal into their gain. , I beg Kane to undo the trance. He refuses, his smirk reminding me of our deal. I ditch my phone, but it doesn’t matter—the trigger persists. Any call to my number, from anywhere, sets me off. I strip in parks, malls, even during interviews, leaving my clothes behind as I march naked, helpless, for an hour each time. When the trance lifts, I’m left scrambling, often finding my clothes stolen, forcing me to navigate the city exposed, again and again. The world knows my shame, my career is in tatters, and yet, a strange thrill pulses through me each time I obey the trigger—a secret I can’t admit, even to myself.
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- 4 Chapters Deep
- English
- Mind Control
- 1st Person, Female
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Tangled in a Trance by joseph4668
Synopsis: Tangled in a Trance I’m a fierce, blonde-haired journalist in a bustling city, hell-bent on exposing hypnotherapy as a sham. My target: a renowned hypnotherapist whose charm and success irk me to no end. I pursue him relentlessly, my pen poised to ruin his career with a scathing exposé. After a heated back-and-forth, he throws down a challenge: one session. If he fails to hypnotize me, I can humiliate him publicly, ending his practice. But if he succeeds, my subconscious will obey his commands, proving his craft’s legitimacy and serving as free marketing. I accept, smirking, certain I’ll crush him. The session begins, and I’m smug, convinced my willpower is ironclad. But as his voice weaves its spell, my confidence wavers. He plants triggers: every text I receive prompts me to unbutton or remove one piece of clothing, and every phone call forces me to strip completely naked for minutes, wherever I am. He lets me leave, thinking I’ve won, my article half-written to destroy him. The hypnotherapist toys with me, sending strategically timed texts and calls that catch me in public, just out of sight. I’m determined to expose him, but each trigger proves he’s already won. My article falters as I struggle to manage my unraveling dignity. The thrill of the close calls mix with sheer embarrassment, my face burning as I plot my escape. Back at the news station, my friends sense something’s off. They prod, playfully sending texts to test me, unaware they’re triggering my exposure. A blouse opens on set, just off-camera; I laugh it off, but my voice quakes. I can’t explain why I need them to stop without risking their exploitation of me for ratings. They uncover the truth—my deal with the hypnotherapist—and turn it into a front-page story. Gleefully, they reveal my triggers: texts and calls. For maximum suspense, they leak my phone number one digit per day on air, inviting the public to “test” hypnotherapy’s power. Each broadcast drives me wild with dread, my phone a ticking bomb. Strangers begin texting, each ping stripping away another layer, forcing me into alleys or bathrooms to obey. I beg friends to stop contacting me, but can’t reveal why, knowing they’ll weaponize it against me. The hypnotherapist revels in my unraveling, his playful taunts stoking the indecent thrill of each near-exposure. Tension builds as I navigate close calls—unbuttoning at work , stripping during catholic church service while everyone's eyes are closed in prayer. My cheeks stay flushed, my body quivers at the thought of the next trigger. I scramble to anticipate texts and calls, but the randomness keeps me off-balance. The power play between us crackles: my drive to humiliate him clashes with his slow, deliberate exposure of me. My friends’ playful betrayal at the station, chasing ratings, heightens my desperation. As the final digit of my number airs, the city’s texts flood in, and I face the ultimate test of managing my spontaneous indecency, humiliated yet electrified by the hypnotherapist’s victory and my own total, public & undeniable surrender broadcasted for all the world to see in broad daylight.
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- 3,779 Views
- 12 Chapters Deep
- English
- Mind Control
- 1st Person, Female
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My Best Friend’s Brother Dylan Was Supposed to Be Straight by StoriesByTroy
When your best friend’s brother isn’t as straight as you thought—and suddenly, you’re the secret he can’t stop wanting.
- 42 Likes
- 7,563 Views
- 3 Chapters Deep
- English
- Gay
- 1st Person, Male
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Faye's Official CHYOA Story Contest 2025 by Spindizzy
Faye's short story contest returns for 2025
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- 13 Chapters Deep
- English
- Erotic Couplings
- 1st Person, Both
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My College Bully Wants To Fuck Me by StoriesByTroy
Wes Carter bullied me in college, but I still can’t stop thinking about his body. Now we’re alone, and I can’t tell if he wants to fight me… or fuck me.
- 10 Likes
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- 2 Chapters Deep
- English
- Gay
- 1st Person, Male
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The Neighbor Across the Window by StoriesByTroy
A voyeuristic series set in NYC. Leo can’t stop watching the hot neighbor across the window and one night, the neighbor finally looks back.
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- 316 Views
- 1 Chapters Deep
- English
- Gay
- 1st Person, Male
