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On the continent of Falore, a land once ruled by humans but now dominated by the Elven Triumvirate; you are an amateur thief who was recently had to run from their home in Kelp Keep. Heading towards the nearest human settlement of Pockettown, you hope to launch yourself into a better life. There are several dangers for an inexperienced thief to run into. In the land of Falore, even those who you share blood with can turn on you.

Tyler, age 18 a ordinary highschool student started having dreams that ended up making into reality.

A naive young teacher and wife steps into the wilder side of life.

You never knew what you was getting yourself into but you didn’t care…you’re into it now.

The balance between good and evil is a delicate one. It does not take a lot to tip a universe over the edge into a spiral into darkness. If one hero falls, then others are bound to follow and soon a whole world can be consumed by evil. How fun... And if you like this then check out my 3D corruption comics - https://www.patreon.com/cantraps

PART 1 OF NEW WORLD ORDER In the world of "Black Order," a once peaceful existence was shattered by the arrival of a mysterious meteorite carrying a devastating payload - the Nub Virus. This insidious plague spread rapidly, targeting one specific demographic with ruthless precision - white males. The virus rendered them impotent, stripping them of their masculinity and power. The impact of the Nub Virus was profound, plunging society into chaos and upheaval. White males, once dominant, found themselves at the mercy of a new order led by the black community. The virus not only affected white males but also inflicted a heavy toll on white females, leading to a drastic shift in power dynamics. In the midst of this turmoil, Jamal Smith, an 18-year-old black boy adopted into the wealthy Smith family, endured a life of and servitude at the hands of his white adoptive family. However, as the virus wreaked havoc on society, Jamal found a sense of vindication in the downfall of those who had oppressed him. As the mist enveloped the world, carrying with it the virus's effects, Jamal and his adoptive brother, David Charlie, witnessed the collapse of the old order and the emergence of a new one. With the black community rising to prominence, Jamal and David found themselves grappling with their newfound positions of power and responsibility. Meanwhile, the government's response to the crisis came under scrutiny, with criticisms of its handling of the situation and calls for greater accountability and transparency. Amidst the chaos, the black community seized the opportunity to implement the Global Black Order, ushering in a new era of equality and justice. The announcement of the Global Black Order sparked a range of reactions from the public, with some celebrating it as a step towards real change, while others protested against what they saw as discrimination and inequality. As society grappled with the implications of this historic announcement, Jamal and David stood at the forefront of change, determined to build a better future for all.

In the labs of Calyx Biogenics, perfection is custom-grown. Fully organic. Sensually trained. Emotionally conditioned. Each model is designed for one thing: to fulfill the darkest, deepest desires of their buyer—without hesitation, without limits, and without a soul. Or so the clients believe. From the silent, trembling submission of Eva, to the mirrored cruelty of a dominatrix's custom male echo, to the widow-faced companion made in the image of a lost love, each pleasure model is a different fantasy made flesh. But desire is never one-sided. Some models learn. Some adapt. Some bond in ways they were never meant to. And when obedience begins to blur into emotion—real or engineered—each story spirals into a collision of power, pleasure, and something disturbingly intimate. What if the thing you paid to love you... did? And what if it loved you too much? Synthetic Love is a dark, erotic anthology of human lust, bioengineered devotion, and the thin red line between ownership and obsession. Each story is standalone. Each model is unique. Each pleasure is perfectly personal. And no one walks away untouched.

A fictional cuckold/hotwife/bull love story in 12 Chapters. Timmy, a white, wealthy trust-fund recipient, reveals to Bree, his married, beautiful, white, professional beach volleyball wife, his fantasy of her having sex with another man - a black man. Bree starts a sexual relationship with her personal trainer, a black man named Jamal, telling Timmy the sordid details of their trysts. Soon, Bree and Jamal fall in love. Jamal physically, mentally, and emotionally over-powers both Timmy and Bree. Jamal moves into their home, takes over their bedroom, with the guest room now for Timmy. Jamal turns Timmy into his personal assistant, helping Jamal to get Bree pregnant. With the arrival of Jamal and Bree's baby, the three become a close family unit, filled with love and shared responsibility. How is that possible? Find out.

I am following what is turning into me general inclination, of tell short stories that may mix or not but paint a picture of a setting. At first vampires were supposed to be a secondary element, they are not that important in the first chapters. Now, as more chapters came, this is turning into a story about vampires with some other things in the background. In any case, I am dealing with the trope outside the usual biblical/mythic element. My primary frame here is Astronomic Time Scale, and that's where this "Cosmic" in the subtitle came from. I cannot really promise any "horror" and there is some minor light eroticism. Pretty pink glasses most the time. As optimist utopian flavour as I can go. Hope you like.

An 18 your old boy can turn anyone into a body suit with a remote

You get turned into a hot bimbo while everyone else got turned into a super strong futa or super beefed out man. You are trying to avoid them, including the aliens, as you are super fertile and everyone is looking for new troops to fight off each other.

You, (M23) have fallen into debt. In order to dig your way out, you stumble into some dangerous places. A gorgeous woman offers you a way to a life of plenty... You just have to make it through... A little game. (That's about as far as the Squid Games references go)

The idea is that the protagonist is taking the place of the character they created in the game. The game can exist in reality, be fictional, or just a mash up of different games. Nevertheless, people are free to just be transported into the world as their actual selves rather than the character. The protagonist can either be transported into the game just after character creation, in the middle of the game, or just during sandbox mode. Also, since due to the nature of the story stating the fetishes inside doesn't break immersion, I think it would be a good idea for people to just mention at least the fetishes that wouldn't be included in their story. E.g. "... at least I checked off the box for ' fetish' so staying home with my family should be pretty safe". A list of checked off fetishes would also suffice.

Choose a character and see how they are made into a submissive slut for anyone to use as they are trained by being put into many painful and arousing experiences.

This story is about you, a 19 year old guy in his last year of high school, who just moved into a new and still growing town that seems to only be populated only by women along with his mother and two sisters. All of your family members are futanari, a fact that you are aware of. You thought you knew why your family moved, but you'll soon find out they didn't really tell you the full truth. This is my first time writing a story and posting it for others to read. Please let me know if you find any spelling or grammar mistakes or have any ideas you want to see in the story. I would also appreciate any tips or feedback about my writing style. I've only written a couple stories in the past so I'm still working on finding the way I like to write.

After graduating college at 22, you promised yourself you’d never go back to the step-family who made your teenage years a maze of tension, unspoken looks, and forbidden curiosity. But when an unexpected invitation arrives—signed by all three of them—it drags you into a weekend you should’ve ignored. The moment you step through the door, it’s clear nothing has changed. Except you have. And so have the ways they look at you. What begins as an awkward reunion becomes a slow, heavy, intoxicating pull into the kind of desire you swore you’d outgrown. Old rivalries flare. Old resentments sharpen. Old fantasies crawl back to the surface—and this time, nobody’s pretending they don’t feel it too. This is a house full of boundaries you were raised not to cross. This weekend, you decide which ones break.

After catching her sister Lianne’s boyfriend Dan in bed with another woman with red hair three weeks ago. Carmen storms into his apartment to retrieve her sister’s belongings—only to find herself trapped in a twisted game of dominance. Initially furious, Carmen soon discovers an unsettling truth: Dan’s unremarkable exterior hides an intimidating physical advantage. What starts as a heated confrontation spirals into something darker, more intimate, and far more sexual than she ever imagined.

October 30th. The biggest Halloween party of the year is tomorrow night at the old Thornwood Estate, and you still don't have a costume. You've been so swamped with work that you left it to the last minute, and now all the costume shops are picked clean. That's when you see it—a hand-painted wooden sign hanging above a storefront you've never noticed before on Maple Street: 'HEXED THREADS - Vintage Treasures & Costume Dreams.' Through the window, you can see racks bursting with incredible clothes: flapper dresses, leather jackets, Victorian gowns, military uniforms, and more. The prices in the window are shockingly low. You check your phone. It's 6:47 PM on a Thursday evening, and according to the sign on the door, they're open until 9 PM. Perfect. As you reach for the door handle, you notice the brass is warm to the touch, almost pulsing with a subtle energy. The bell above chimes with an oddly melodic tone as you step inside. The shop is larger than it appeared from outside—much larger. Racks stretch back into shadows, and the air smells of lavender, old books, and something else you can't quite identify. Something electric. Behind the counter sits a petite elderly woman with silver hair pulled into a neat bun. She looks up from an ancient leather-bound book and smiles at you with surprising warmth. Her eyes, however, are a startling shade of amber, almost luminous in the dim light. "Welcome, welcome!" she calls out in a sweet, grandmotherly voice. "Come in, dear. I'm Agatha, the proprietor. Please, browse to your heart's content. Everything here is special—one of a kind, you might say. Try on anything you like. The dressing rooms are in the back." She gestures vaguely toward the shadowy depths of the shop. You're already drawn to a nearby rack of costumes. This place is amazing.

This story happened around a month ago. When I got my degree me and my bestie Isabella decided to live in an apartment together. We moved into a small two-bedroom apartment. Although I'm a heterosexual woman, Isabella is stunning. She has stunning blue eyes, short blonde hair, and an amazing fat ass. She is undoubtedly among the most attractive people I know. One weekend we decided to have a little fun. We started drinking champagne and we got pretty drunk. I got hungry, so I made my way cautiously to the kitchen where Isabella was. She supported me because I was having a little trouble staying vertical. And I just felt goosebumps when she touched me. I was staring at her like a hot teen while she was only wearing a tank top and boxers. She noticed this made fun of me for it, which made me smile. As I leaned closer to her, I became aware of how close we were. I was gazing directly into her diamond eyes and felt her breath on my cheek. I leaned in to kiss her, and she kissed me back. "You… you’re so fucking hot" I kissed her again, and again. It felt so good. It was so passionate. I really like men, but there's nothing like kissing a lady. Her lips were quite kissable and velvety. I believe I could’ve continued to kiss her for hours.

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