Femboy Vore Novels & Stories

I’m Jasmine, a 19-year-old femboy, and this is the story of how I became Ren’s submissive plaything. It all started when Ren and I met online, bonding over our shared interests in BDSM and strap-on play. We clicked instantly, and before long, we were planning to meet up and take our virtual fantasies to the real world.

"Alright, 5 minutes break. Then after that, we'll head straight to the discussion about the coming Intramurals. Go, rest." "Yes!" They went to their things and rehydrated themselves. Vaspe sits in one of the benches. Phoenix joined him while busy entertaining girls. Vaspe looked around. His eyes nailed on Rossweisse and Katerina. Rossweisse being herself, she shamelessly removed her shirt wet shirt and asked Katerina to dry her sweaty back. Vaspe being honest, Rossweisse is sexy. She's one of the It Girls who have a good body proportion. She's on the third spot in the list of AoE's sexy It Girls. And her tan skin makes her look smoking hot.

"Just be you! Maybe he will be interested in people who have a positive energy like you?" "Definitely no!" "Why not? A man with a few words like him perfectly for a girl like you!" Dove believed a man who is cool as a cucumber would go crazy for a naughty girl. Clara has this mysterious charm that makes any man fall in love. She's humorous and shines like a star. The difference between them is a key to making them into each other. "May I try to be a shy girl?" Clara said. Clara wanted to act like an innocent girl. She wanted to swear pink and have thick glasses. Maybe she chose a "nerdy" look. She is girl shy outside, and a good bed is the best.

It hugs my body well, considering I've grown a lot since mom bought it for me, specifically in the bust and thigh area. It covers my nether regions fairly nice, but I can't help but feel a little naked. I suppose I'm feeling this way because I haven't warn something this revealing before; well, besides the ballet attire, leotard and tutu in all. I used to focus on dance more than anything, so the amount of skin I was showing was literally the least of my concerns. As for my hair I leave it down as usual, but tuck each side back with two white hair clips. It's looks good enough.

She had become a full futanari, a gorgeous, possessed cheerleader with both a throbbing futa cock and a hungry, squirting cunt. Asmodea’s voice roared triumphantly in her mind: *Yes! Feel that power, my little futa whore. Now you can fuck them too.* Emily’s eyes glowed bright crimson. She looked down at her brand-new, massive cock, rock-hard and twitching and laughed breathlessly, the sound dark and seductive. “Look what you boys did to me…” she moaned, wrapping one hand around her thick futa shaft and stroking it slowly, smearing the leaking precum. “I’ve got a big cock now. And I’m going to use it on every single one of you.”

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

The livestream cut off, replaced by a message from Sabine mocking me, "Did you see that? You’re just their toy. Whether it’s the Thornes or Cassian, the only child they’ll acknowledge is the one in my belly—the sole heir. "Once the test results for the babies inside you come out, your children will disappear completely. And so will you." As if sensing the threat, my abdomen suddenly twisted with sharp pain. Having experienced a miscarriage before, a terrible premonition flooded me. In my dazed state, I heard people whispering nearby. "A man covered in blood just came into the hospital. It’s terrifying." "He looked frantic, saying he was searching for a pregnant woman." "Oh my God… isn’t that

[Content warning: Mentions of gore and disgusting elements] Emyln Roselle was a young teenage boy, around seventeen who just happened to be born with a more feminine look than most boys. Not only was his face feminine looking, but even his body was rather curvy for a guy, so much that all he had to do to look like a girl was to put on a skirt and no one would be able to guess his real gender. Something like that wasn’t strange but of course with how cruel teens were he instantly became a target for bullying.

Bring nothing but yourself. The basement lights were already dimmed when she arrived. Victor and Damien were waiting, but the energy in the room felt different tonight — charged, almost restless. Victor held up a sleek black box. “New additions,” he said simply, opening it to reveal toys she hadn’t seen before. A thick glass dildo with a curved tip, a heavy steel plug that looked intimidatingly large, vibrating nipple clamps connected by a delicate chain, and a remote-controlled wand that looked powerful enough to ruin her.

I signed other documents that needed to be signed and heaved a sigh. My eyes landed on another magazine on my desk, Victoria’s Secret: Bondage Edition. My gaze locked on the cover. Two supermodels, their bronzed skin gleaming under taut straps of leather, seductive eyes promising sin and surrender. My blood warmed. I flipped through the pages slowly, each turn feeding my curiosity. The new collection was bold and daring. It includes ropes, ties, and straps that looked like they could restrain and reveal at the same time.