Feminized Romane & Geschichten

Not able to even second guess her options or decisions. He had seen the drug in action before, and he loved the effect. Not only did it induce the female's heat, it heightened it, but it also made it so unbearable that they would fuck just anything just to make it stop. Even the mated females didn’t care whose dick they jumped on when the drug started working.

I then slid a fresh printout over the desk—the results from the panel I ran the day after Ethan handed me the divorce papers. “And this is what he turned me into. He didn't just drug me; he systematically dismantled my biology.” Lucien leaned in, his silver eyes tracking the red-highlighted values. “What is this FSH? Why is it so high?” “It stands for Follicle Stimulating Hormone,” I explained, pulling a diagram toward him to illustrate the delicate balance he had disrupted. “My brain was shouting at my body to produce estrogen, but for five years, Ethan was giving me GnRH antagonists—blockers. He put me into chemical menopause at twenty-six to ensure I could never have a child. But look at

But my solo experiments had taken a dark turn, leaving me craving more, needing more. That’s when I discovered Sibomin, an ancient alien machine programmed for one purpose: to bring pleasure. Sibomin was no ordinary sexbot; it was a being of pure sensation, its form shifting and adapting to maximize my pleasure. And Sibomin was also non-binary, its gender fluid and ever-changing, just like its physical form.

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

Row after row of small glass vials were labeled in messy ink: Joint Ease, Night Sleep, Blood Flush. Near the bottom sat three blue bottles marked: Fat Burn & Water Shed. I stared at them for a long second, my fingers tightening against the edge of my coat. Five endless years of Callum’s mother and the pack healer forcing herbal concoctions and fertility teas down my throat, telling me I was too weak, too flawed and infertile to carry an heir. Five years of watching my body bloat and change from the heavy hormones, leaving me with wide hips, thick thighs, and a frame I barely recognized in the mirror.

“They kept you under anesthesia for hours. The whole day, almost. Guards brought you back just before the heat lamps started fading. You were completely out. They practically dumped you here like a sack.” Mara nodded “ It's so obvious it's the fertility booster. The kind they reserve for high-value stock like you. Crown blood. It forces your body into peak ovulation. Makes everything… more... Basically Your breasts will feel fuller Your skin more sensitive. Down there also…” She gestured vaguely toward my thighs. I took a deep breath looking down at myself. Between my spread legs, my pussy lips looked visibly puffy. Slick from my pussy lips trailed down as I shifted. The sensation made me bi

Cheryl York pushed the soup container in front of me. "Lena Carlos, what are you daydreaming about? Drink up. I got up at 6 AM to make it." I stared at the inviting chicken soup in front of me, feeling cold all over. There were three fertility pills in it. Drinking it would make me pregnant with triplets. That was what was written on the light screen, and it was right. In my previous life, I got pregnant with triplets very quickly. Everyone said I was lucky, but only I knew that giving birth to those three children almost killed me.

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"

I shooed her away, assuring her that I did know how to work them and sat at the one located farthest from the door. She had said before that Aro had put a lot of work into cataloguing various information about our kind, from our laws to our myths. I began quickly typing any buzz words I could think of that might retrieve documents related to fated mates. I searched for what felt like hours, becoming increasingly frustrated that nothing I entered brought up anything useful about breaking our bond. I decided I would try one last link under my current search term, 'broken bond', and was stunned at what was on the screen before me.