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Ethan's relationship has been a bit rocky for the last few months, ever since his girlfriend joined a group. His girlfriend has a solution to their relationship problems, one that should solve all of "Their" (read: her) problems.

Ein Protagonist dieser Geschichte wird in eine neue und faszinierende Welt voller Möglichkeiten teleportiert.

The following chapters are prompts choose a story keep it going

You were The Beyonder, an omnipotent being of limitless potential. You created and destroyed worlds for your own amusement, but as of late you disappeared. For every loss and victory in the Marvel multiverse, you've recently been absent. Many didn't mind, as many were afraid. Most were happy that you haven't shown your face in decades, but the truth is, you were among the people. Godhood bored you, and you compensated by reincarnating yourself with no memory of your own power, on Earth-616. You've spent years on this planet with no concept that you might have been a god, but that all changes on one fateful day. What happened?

A group of hero and heroines have been asked to come in for a photo who the photo's go to that is up to you,

A collection of ABDL stories following different characters through their journeys down the ABDL rabbit hole. Enjoy.

This hopefully will be a story of a convicts against the system that sent her to prison for 10 years. I hope that members will contribute their own chapters. The can be in any form as long as does not occur and the chyoa guidelines are adhered to.

Der diplomat

Ever feel like you're not enough? Like your partner is on the brink of leaving you? What if I told you there was a easy-to-use website that could help with your despairing feelings of inadequacy.

Regina gets her without casting the curse. She cuckolds the happy couple on their wedding night. With a magic GP. (this is a public story, feel free to add to this story)

It was a sultry night at Shooters Bar and Grill. The neon sign buzzed and flickered, casting a lurid glow over the parking lot. Inside, the rock music thumped and the crowd swayed. And presiding over it all like a queen bee was Chastity, queen of the wild and untamed. At 54, Chastity was a knockout - a silver and black mane of hair, smoldering eyes, and a body that made men dribble and women green with envy. She owned Shooters, ran it with an iron fist...and fucked like a jackrabbit. Her divorce had unleashed something primal and insatiable - an all-consuming need for sex and debauchery. She strode through the bar, her clinging dress barely containing her curves, as she surveyed her domain. A gaggle of twenty-somethings caught her eye, preening and vamping. Chastity smirked. Kids. In a flash, she had one pinned to the wall, kissing him fiercely as the others looked on in shock. His friends bumped and ground against her, groping. She took them all right there - a reverse gangbang for the crowd's delight. When she was done, she tossed them aside, laughing. Later, she was on her knees under the bar, servicing a grizzled old biker, the kind of guy who made a Harley look like a bicycle. His rhino cock throbbed in her mouth as she deep throated him with gusto. He grabbed her hair and fucked her face, grunting like a pig. Cum splattered her face but she just licked it up. In the back office, Chastity went down on a pair of bi-curious twentysomethings - a blonde and a redhead - as they made out sloppily. Chastity ate them like a starving woman, tongue-fucking their holes, sucking their tits. They came like a dam breaking. Finally, she ended up in a threesome with two middle-aged couples - a sweaty, writhing tangle of arms and legs and erections. Someone was pounding her ass, someone else her pussy. A cock throttled her throat. She was a babbling, gurgling mess, eyes rolling back. The night ended with Chastity passed out, cum and lube dripping from every hole. The next night was more of the same - Chastity was insatiable. She fucked anything that moved - old, young, male, female, black, white, brown. Shooter's became a Bacchanalia. Her last coherent memory was climaxing on six cock like a human semen-dispensing pinata. Then...darkness. She awoke in a hospital room, spectacularly fucked-out. Her battered cunt felt like raw hamburger. The doctor informed her she had venereal warts, genital herpes, syphilis, and HIV. Chastity just shrugged. She'd had a good run. Smirking, she died of water poisoning from drinking the equivalent of two gallons of semen. They buried Chastity in her sexiest dress. At her funeral, the line of mourners snaking around the cemetery were all wearing condoms.

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Far from home wasn't good for them who can't protect themselves. . .

This world is widely inhabited by creatures known as Pokémon. We humans live alongside Pokémon, at times as friendly playmates, and at times as cooperative workmates. And sometimes, we band together and battle others like us. But despite our closeness, we don’t know everything about Pokémon. In fact, there are many, many secrets surrounding Pokémon. To unravel Pokémon mysteries, I’ve been undertaking research…

A deadly virus breaks out, removing all form of morality or sanity and leaving the infected as feral, lust-crazed maniacs. With the downfall of society and the erosion of established taboos, a few pockets of survivors try and survive the debauched, lusty apocalypse without losing their humanity.

The main character does things. Maybe it works out.

Harry finds a mysterious bottle of pills in his room one night labeled “Hopper Pills” they claimed to allow the taker to possess the body of a random person in the world for a few hours.

Boys' balls hang there, waiting to be punished by girls in this school

The costume shop in the mall has had a long history of being different. Few people are able to find it and those who do are said to disappear without a trace.

Welcome to Mammopolis, a dazzling yet dystopian metropolis. In this hypercapitalist bustocracy, the size of one’s breasts dictates power, wealth, and societal influence. Here, big breasts are the cornerstone of status and prestige. The city’s obsession with breast size permeates every aspect of life, from casual cum tributes among friends to grand breast-themed festivities and the strategic marriages and selective breeding practiced by the bustocratic elites. Society in Mammopolis is dominated by this beauty ideal. However, beneath the surface of this hypersexualized culture lies a complex and burdensome reality. The relentless pursuit of this ideal leads to the exploitation of oneself and others, with everyone ultimately succumbing to the overwhelming power of the largest breasts, often at the cost of their own identity. In this grand tale of a lost civilization, I have gathered fragments that may help you reconstruct what life might have been like in a city that, to many, appears as nothing more than a depraved fantasy or a perverse dream.