Jody
sighed and checked the clock. It was getting pretty close to quitting
time, and she’d had a long
day. When she’d decided to go to school to be a masseuse, she’d
imagined getting to work as a sports therapist or some other
high-profile position. The job market didn’t quite pan out, though.
The best she’d been able to swing was a job at a place that
specialized in “traditional deep tissue massage.” In this case,
that translated to “pretty girls walking on businessmen’s backs

The
camera clicks on. A man in a lab coat stands before the camera.
Behind him on the table is a strange form. It appears to be a
rubbery, translucent female form. If not for her see-through body and
uniform color, one might have believed she was merely an attractive
young model sitting, waiting for direction.
“Okay,
Prototype Vore-Prey Mk. IX. We’ve changed the formula to be a bit
denser. As you can see, the prototype holds its shape now.”
He
turned and gave her breast a poke. It squished

Monique
tore open the envelope and frowned at the tiny slip of rubbery
nothing that tumbled out. It was always a gamble, buying on eBay, but
somehow she'd gotten her hopes up on this one. She glanced at the
(clearly home-made) label.
"Rubber
Soulmate. Just purse your lips and blow to know the bliss of that
magic moment when two become one," she read aloud. "I'm a
real sucker... Oh well, let's at least see what sort of a corny party
favor I got..."
She
fiddled with the rubbery

Sally
cupped her breasts and frowned. There was no way she was going to win
this costume contest this way. She'd always been fairly proud of her
C-Cup, but the rest of the ladies in the contest were sporting chests
just this side of impossible. If she was going to win, she was going
to have to step up her game.
She
tugged at the tight latex of her suit. It was snug--she was dressed
as a superheroine, so of course
it was snug--but rubber did have plenty of stretch. All she really
needed to do was

Yuki
was having the time of her life. For years,
she'd been dreaming of attending a concert featuring her favorite
band, Death Zone Dumpster, and finally the day had come. They were
the final act at a festival, and the five hours she'd driven to
attend had been well
worth it. DZD was barely through their third song, and this was
already the most fun she could ever remember having.
The
only thing that could have made it better would have been if she'd
arrived early enough to get a spot closer to

They were at their favorite Italian restaurant. It was one of those places that did the big, family-style servings. It was nice, but in meant they had to pick the same meal to share. Her husband was an adventurous eater, but she was nervous to try new things, so they ended up getting spaghetti. Today, though it was their anniversary, they were both a little distracted by the playoff game. It was just visible in the bar area on the TV, and conversation kept trailing off as they tried to see the s

Branka
had been working on her spell for ages now. She’d not had the gold
to afford one of the higher-level spell books, so she’d had to
purchase a very basic one. Most people believed that meant she’d be
limited to the simple spells in the book, but she knew better than
that. Getting a basic spell book was like learning the alphabet. All
you had to do was use the little pieces together in the right ways
and you could make whatever you wanted.
Right
now, what she wanted was beauty. Branka

Bessie
fidgeted in her seat. She'd not realized how many women, and of how
many different species, would be responding to the ad. It was a small
town, and the opportunity for a swimsuit photoshoot was a rare one,
but still. She saw vixens, racoons, lizards, anyone with a set of
curves and a free afternoon. Still, everyone knew these photographers
were always looking for the girl with the biggest bust, and Bessie
had that one won, hands down. One of the benefits of being an anthro
cow, she tended

You
awake to the low murmur of distant voices. You don't remember where
you are. All you know is it is dark and you're resting comfortably on
something soft. The voices continue, to muffled and distant to be
understood, but every few moments a low giggle punctuates the
conversation.
Then
the world shifts. You feel your surroundings slide sharply. The
darkness is replaced by a warm, dim light, like someone had draped
red silk over a single lamp. You look around in the weak light to see
dim forms

Chastity
fidgeted a bit as she looked around at the audio and video equipment
pointed at her. She’d never been comfortable with modern
technology. As far as she was concerned, things were just fine in the
1800s. She supposed that stood to reason, of course. That’s when
she’d died.
They
say people become ghosts when they have unfinished business. One
would have thought the ghost herself would have some clue as to what
that business was, but for the last two hundred years she’d been
linger

I’d
been working for more than nine hours and wondering who was going to
relieve me for the overnight shift. That wasn’t so bad, except that
for the last half hour I’d been the only one in the shop, employee
OR customer, which was terribly boring. The lack of business was
probably because we were new, or at least the novelty of the product.
I
looked down in the mixing vat. Stout, food-grade steel rods twisted
around in an empty tub about the size of a large kitchen sink. We
were a “build

Ruby
and Blake could barely contain their excitement. They’d been
married for nearly a year, but they were finally going on their
honeymoon. It should have happened much sooner, but one of the things
the couple had in common, besides a rather lean and athletic build,
was their relentlessly people-pleasing attitude. Taking other
people’s shifts, trading vacations, working unpaid overtime.
Neither of them could ever seem to assert themselves in the face of
someone else
who wanted something, wh

She
crept to the doorway of the room. Her twin sister. Sleeping soundly
in her own bed. A dozen times she’d tried to explain it to her, how
she felt as though the two of them weren’t meant
to be two. They were meant to be one. Her sister never seemed to
understand. Maybe she didn’t want to. But after eighteen long
years, the time had finally come.
She
eased the doorway open and stepped lightly across the carpet. She,
like her sister, had always been slender. The lack of any
considerable cu

Help
with a costume.
“Oh,
hey!” called a young man.
Dara,
a petite young woman with pink-dyed hair and a sort of perky-goth
outfit turned to him. He was an unremarkable sort of guy, shaggy
brown hair and a fit but not quite toned build. The man was wearing
baggy sweats and one of those free shirts they give away for joining
a gym.
“Yes?”
she said, warily.
It
was never a great idea to be too friendly to a stranger you meet on
the street. Better safe than sorry.
“I
was wondering if you c

Mary
and Sue had been planning this trip for a long time. A fair amount of
the delay was the cost. Largess Resort was fairly exclusive and
exceptionally expensive. It had beautiful beaches, state of the art
accommodations, and top-tier service. It also
had to pay exorbitant penalties, licenses, and legal settlements
thanks to some of the more common activities the guests sought out
when visiting.
Once
the money was squared away, though, there was still the issue of
actually convincing Sue to mak

A
very lean, fit young woman and a broad shouldered man stumbled into a
spare bedroom of the house hosting the party they’d been attending.
The two had only just met, but each was immediately attracted to the
other, and when the alcohol started to flow they quickly found
themselves looking for someplace private to… get to know each other
a little better.
They’d
barely got the door shut before they were almost desperately
stripping off their clothes. In record time they were nude, but it
wa

"Stupid.
Stupid stupid stupid."
He'd
been running around at three inches tall for a few weeks now. How he
got that way wasn't important. Something to do with an experiment he
signed up for when he was drunk. When he regained his senses and
realized he was fun sized, he promptly LOST his senses again and
escaped. Since then he'd been on the move. It probably would have
been smart for him to turn back and try to get his size restored.
He'd even tried. But it turned out if you were three

The
college football game had been raging for two full quarters and the
home team was a touchdown behind. It was clear from the look of the
players that they were becoming disheartened, the opposing defense
continuously shutting them down, drive after drive. In short, they
needed some spirit, and that meant the win or loss could come down to
the performance of the cheerleaders during the halftime show. If ever
there was a time to pull off the eleven girl pyramid, it was now.
It
was a tricky bit

Ruth
ambled into the food court and took a seat. She always liked eating
at the food court. It wasn't that it had particularly good
restaurants. It had the standard fare, really. Maybe the Johnny
Rockets was worth a mean now and again. Mostly what she liked were
the crowds and the tall ceilings. The tall ceilings were the best.
Those were the sorts of things you looked for when you were a
giantess.
The
word didn't quite fit her, if she was being honest with herself. Some
people insisted you were

She
purred in satisfaction as the massage began it she'd heard wonderful
things about this spa in various advertisements. She hand't been able
to track down anyone who had actually been there, but the place was
clearly doing a bustling business, so she decided they must be doing
something right. As soon as the female masseuse had put her fingers
to work, she knew she'd made the right decision.
"Now,
do you want the deep tissue, or the special?" asked the
masseuse.
"The
special?&qu

The
burglar was almost through robbing the house. Despite the fact she'd
discovered the home owner was home and merely sleeping in the
upstairs bedroom, she'd decided to take the chance and try cleaning
out the house anyway. It had been a VERY profitable decision. The
home was utterly packed with all sorts of small, portable valuables,
mostly jewelry. Of course, she knew it would be. She'd been casing it
for a while now, and the young woman who lived here was always
positively dripping with ring

A
buxom young woman in a tight black tank top wandered up to an ATM and
frowned at the long line. She was dressed a bit scandalously, her top
plunging fairly low and yet cut short enough to show a fair amount of
underboob. She also had a microskirt that, if it was a molecule
shorter, would be showing off what color her panties were. There were
at least six people waiting ahead of her, a fact that clearly
confused her. She had a smartphone pressed to her ear and was loudly
chatting, and a small p

"You're
sure this is safe..." she said.
"Oh,
sure. Perfectly safe. He doesn't bite at all," the trainer said.
She
looked doubtfully at the creature sleeping peacefully in the center
of the cage. It was a dragon, though the term didn't really seem to
apply completely in this case. It was hardly the threatening beast
she'd spent her whole life terrified of. The creature looked...
frankly, cute. Its nose was round, its teeth decidedly blunt. A tuft
of reddish hair sat atop a sle

It
had seemed like a silly little game. She'd first seen it on a
Japanese gameshow and wanted to give it a go. So we took a trip to
the hardware store, then to the supermarket, and got the rig put
together.
The
game was fairly simple. A three foot Plexiglas tube, about an inch in
diameter, was attached to a pedestal between us. A malted milk ball
was slid to the center of the tube. We both put our lips around the
opposite ends of the tube and the game began. The goal was to be the
one that sucke

She
looked down at her sleeping older sister. For the last few years
she'd been having a nightly dream about how wonderful it would feel
to slide down her sister's throat and spend some time in her stomach.
Older sis, out of an entirely unnecessary sense of decency and
propriety, had said it wasn't right to do it until they were both
over the age of 18. Well, as the clock approached midnight, that
moment was about to come. She had a feeling her older sister would
have come up with some excuse no

*hic*
"Damn it..." *HIC*
"Something
wrong, ?"
She
smiled at her boyfriend as his face twisted into a sour expression.
"Aw,
I've got the hiccups. I can never seen to get rid of them," he
pouted.
She
giggled, a thought coming to mind. They said the way to lose the
hiccups was just distract the hiccuper until they were gone. She had
an idea that should prove highly distracting.
"I
know a surefire cure, but you have to trust me. Do exactly what I say
and don't stop

"My
goodness!" she cried, her voice twisted with the exquisite agony
of an approaching climax.
"My
(huff) goodness?" he panted, between thrusts. "Who (huff)
taught you (huff) to talk (huff) dirty?"
The
pair had been going at it all night. After missionary, doggy-style,
cowgirl, and reverse cowgirl, they'd run out of positions they both
knew, so now he was humping her doggy-style again. That was his
favorite.
"Mmm...
Oooh..." her voice fluttered. "I'm.