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The symbiote Venom now has The objective of corrupt everyone

Yoshida Yuuko, otherwise known as Shamiko or Shadow Mistress Yuuko, is an adorably hot demon girl who doesn't really know how to act like a demon. Distant descendent of the demon Lilith, who's been known as as exhibitionist, explaining her normal outfit of fancy frills, panties and two pieces of cloth held together by a belt and a dream. In our case, good for Shamiko to not get passed down her ancestor's flat chest, but too bad she's not as willing to flaunt her stuff. Lilith's outfit, which in Shamiko's case is called the Crisis Management Form, is quite skimpy and initially too much for Shamiko to want to prance around in public with, but she got used to it. What she may never get used to is unfortunate things happening to her clothes to make her naked, or at least publicly indecent. For such a small and delicate girl, she's only around 4'9 or 145cm, her breasts are stacked making her friend and likely also the one who crushes on her, Momo, really jealous. Let's see how many ways we can get this sexy demon chick to have her clothes off.

When Tori brings her new girlfriend home from college to meet her twin sister and mother, She is surprised to learn her girlfriend is trying to hypnotize her family into her personal harem. Can Tori save her family, or will she succumb like her mother and sister?

Young married woman in house of nerds

Congratulations, you have just been granted ownership of the entire world.

Inspired by a branch over in the Unending BE Addventure (https://addventure.bearchive.com/~addventure/game1/docs/1450/1450406.html) to which I’ve contributed a number of chapters. A grey rainy drizzle starts the day as John Doe is awoken for the third time so far by his alarm. Rolling over, he slaps his hand around aimlessly until the noise finally stops. Pushing himself up slightly, eyes reluctantly open, he sees that it’s now 8:20am and he will be late for work if he waits any longer to finally get out of bed. With a big yawn, stretching both arms up above his head, John swings around and lands with a rough thud on the thinly carpeted floor of his ramshackle house in the outer suburbs. Looking around sullenly, he reflects briefly on his situation. 25 years old, working in the same dead end retail job he’s had since he graduated from high school, his apartment is sparsely furnished with the cheapest furniture he could find. Walking over to the bathroom sink to prepare for the day, he sighs at his reflection, “another day, another dollar”. It was his daily mantra to acknowledge his situation and with a wry grin, he noted that it had kept him going this long. John was halfway through squeezing out a thin line of toothpaste to brush his teeth, mentally figuring out how to juggle buying a fresh tube around his upcoming rent until his next pay came through when he was interrupted by a knock at the door. Confused as to who could be paying him a visit at this time, and certainly not having had the funds to purchase anything delivered recently. John figured it was probably something being delivered to the wrong address. Trying to be a good neighbour, he rushed to the door, hoping to stop the mailman from making a wrong delivery. “Wait!” he yelled out as he swung the door open ready to explain the situation. To his incredulous surprise, nobody was there, just a small brown box left atop his doormat. Not immediately seeing a label on the box, John brought it inside to examine it. Setting it down on his table, spinning it every which way, there was no clue as to who it was intended for. Curiosity getting the better of him, he grabbed a knife and sliced through the tape sealing the lid shut. Inside, lying amongst a pile of shredded newspaper was an unusual looking device. No more than two inches long, cylindrical and with a repeating metallic pattern crisscrossing its surface, it was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Figuring that there must be some instructions left with the device, he rummaged around through the newspaper shavings again, finding a crinkled note. The instructions seemed pretty simple, hold the device and imagine a universe to find yourself transported there as an all-powerful deity. It seemed that whoever had sent the device to you had even included some suggestions, fictional worlds, our universe in a different time, and even make your own universe. The possibilities were endless. A couple of warnings were also included, although John figured he didn’t need to take much note of these. The device will vanish once used, only returning should you return to this universe (“yeah right” John thought, “no chance I come back to this life”), as you won’t have the device once you use it, you’ll need to use your powers to return home. Some failsafes had been put in place to protect you from various forms of harm or from getting trapped, but the note warns that the device is a one-of-a-kind test version so may have some bugs not yet fully worked out. Tossing the note over his shoulder, John quickly dons a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, clutching the device in his hand he imagines a universe to rule over.

Enter a future earth, where alien creatures have found their way into the wombs of human women, making them look pregnant

Tales of women who suddenly find themselves with a working penis as well as a vagina. Genres will vary as more people add their own tales but the starting premise is always the same; a biologically "normal" woman who suddenly finds herself transformed into a Futanari and mist deal with the consequences.

You have to make deals to fit in this world !

A succubus takes over the body of a rich mom, now she'll change things to how she wants them & corrupt everyone around her. Friends, family & strangers alike.

Alternate realities were discovered a decade ago. An exciting discovery, to be sure. Of course, some less than upstanding individuals decided to find a way to weaponize this discovery. They created weapons which could people into these alternate realities, or swap aspects of individuals between them. This is the story of one of the victims of such an attack. *Public*

Breeding and service camp where humans go in as males and over the months they grow tits from the medicine they have to take 3 times a day and their cocks slowly transform into a pussy as well and as soon as their pussy hole forms they start their breeding and Service training. Which is getting railed by ones further along in the transformation who still have a cock or those who were allowed to keep their Cocks to train newbies at the start atleast while learning how to give blow jobs with deep throating to anthro females with anatomically correct cocks. Then as your transformation progesses you move higher on the anthros you service 1st teirs canines then it gets rougher as you go higher ending with giving blow jobs to felines while being railed by sharks and then you move to species selection where the more cum you consume of a particular Species the more of that species features you're going to have so if you decide to service and get bred by Sharks and Dragons you'll end up as a Shark Dragon hybrid then ypu have the option to move to the special corse the breeding shed or leave. The breeding shed isMore of a cabin where you'll give blow jobs and be bred for the remainder of the camp that takes place over a entire year, the special course is where you learn to eat out Pussys and if you so chose become a herm and learn how to give pleasure with a cock of your dominant species.

A trainer wants to explore the world of dickgirl pokemon

You are an average Joe who has found a strange program.

Zatanna accidentally lets loose a satyr from its prison... Sexy hilarity ensues.

You receive an enticing full scholarship offer to go to university. The catch? You'll be doing so as the opposite gender!

Somewhat inspired by the ever-popular "Blowjob Universe," I've decided to write a story from the first person perspective of an oddly fortunate gambler with a penchant for blowjobs. He lives in a fictionalized version of Las Vegas, almost never loses a wager, and seems to go through life getting one incredible blowjob after the other. In short, he leads my ideal life if I were a gambling prodigy and I completely abandoned self restraint or any moral obligations. This is significantly less sarcastic in tone and somewhat more grounded in reality than Blowjob Universe but I am certainly open to story arcs that forfeit some realism for eroticism. Anyone may add to this story as they see fit. Hope you enjoy.

A Bimbo Virus! Where a virus breaks out that changes anyone into a sexy bimbo!

Some people hear voices upon the wind. In this story, main characters pay special attention to those voices, and will often act upon those impulses. You, dear reader, are that voice. What sort of naughtiness will you arouse?

Long ago there was said to be a group of people that worshipped sex, succubi and demons. They were provided a gift from Hell: a dildo that would corrupt one's own body, mind, and, in some stories, reality itself in many ways. Though that dildo was lost to time, it was found again.