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  1. Sex Dungeons and Futa Dragons. (Public.) by Kingofthefutamonsters

    2 weeks ago

    You are Dan Dover, a nerd that really likes dungeons and dragon's. 1 day you meet a real fairy. She gives you a spell that will allow you too play dungeons and dragons for real. Also it will chage the DM's world into something more sexual and the players into sex adicts that are easily seduced by you. Be warned. Don't lose a fight or roll badly, or it will be the denisans of this world that will have there way with your women instead of you.

    3 Likes
    3,465 Views
    3 Chapters Deep
    English
    Fan Fiction
    2nd Person, Male
  2. SPH is Hilarious. by yeetusmeleetus1

    6 days ago

    Follow the story of a man with a micropenis as he goes on numerous adventures and journeys in exposing himself in public situations.

    72 Likes
    13,708 Views
    13 Chapters Deep
    English
    Exhibitionist & Voyeur
    1st Person, Male
  3. The Tickle Power by tickleverse

    3 weeks ago

    You're an ordinary guy who suddenly develops the ability to tickle any girl you desire. Your touch becomes irresistible - whenever you focus your energy on someone, they feel an overwhelming urge to let you tickle them. The world seems to bend to your new power, as others around you inexplicably allow it to happen.

    8 Likes
    836 Views
    2 Chapters Deep
    English
    Fetish
    2nd Person, Male
  4. Tangled in a Trance by joseph4668

    6 days ago

    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.

    24 Likes
    4,610 Views
    12 Chapters Deep
    English
    Mind Control
    1st Person, Female
  5. 18th birthday by coco00

    3 days ago

    Young adults across the country are awaiting the results of the first edition of the national lottery, which will impose full nudity on them.

    6 Likes
    2,111 Views
    7 Chapters Deep
    English
    Exhibitionist & Voyeur
    3rd Person, Both
  6. Switchcraft by Nightwhysper

    1 week ago

    In the late 90's. You and your girlfriend, Melanie have been having some problems lately. She suggests that the two of you go to a Halloween party. The two of you have a great time! It's afterwards that things get weird.... (This is a first person version if a story that I started publishing on another site. I've changed the perspective and edited it a bit. I hope you enjoy!)

    126 Likes
    16,627 Views
    20 Chapters Deep
    English
    Fantasy
    1st Person, Both
  7. The Hypnotherapist by joseph4668

    2 days ago

    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.

    28 Likes
    4,353 Views
    4 Chapters Deep
    English
    Mind Control
    1st Person, Female
  8. The Feminine Imposition by Jmann

    1 week ago

    A guy wakes up with a vagina and a strange urge to get fucked. Will he find a way to undo the curse or will he be stuck like this forever? (Public)

    92 Likes
    10,095 Views
    18 Chapters Deep
    English
    Transsexual
    1st Person, Male