Feminized Novels & Stories

He asked. Suddenly I started to catch on. "Does that mean that you can turn someone to a Vampire just by kissing them?" I asked. He shook his head. "Then what are you trying to say?" I asked. He cleared his throat awkwardly before it hit me. "Oh my God," I said. "It's sexually transmitted, isn't it?" He nodded. "The virus is known for attacking the reproductive system. It's chemically castrates men, and it was thought to do the same to women, but we're not sure anymore."

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”

Weeks slipped away in the blink of an eye. Ruby's mission to date a hundred guys had already gone well past the halfway mark. In her dorm room, she hung a canvas featuring a countdown from one to 100. Every time she "conquered" someone new, she crossed off another number. Not only was Ruby sleeping with different men frequently, but she also refused to use any protection. Whenever anyone reminded her, she'd merely respond with mockery and disdain. At that pace, getting pregnant was almost unavoidable.

The crop hit my ass again and I squeaked quietly. “Not God, Cricket. Who?” The crop moved between my legs again and I groaned. “Who, Christina?” “Mi… Minus,” I whispered. “That’s right.” He slapped my pussy gently with the soft leather end, then pressed it against my clit. “You want me to fuck you, Cricket?” “God, yes.” “Uh, uh, uh.” He slapped my ass again. “Who?” “Sorry,” I hissed out, even though I wasn’t exactly sorry. Maybe if I made a few more mistakes, I’d get more of the crop. I closed my eyes and whispered, “Minus.”

According to data in which Horus Delphos, who were in his scarlet suit, around the table in a meeting room, in which he presented a project that was improved, in addition to receiving even the approval of the feminist sector. - Better, them than me. – The feminazi said. As he listened in on his new business meeting, about a project that a feminist around them was reporting upon hearing his new idea. - It's better that we have the credits, and win the favour, in addition to being the creators of this project than a white oppressor sexist, who doesn't work here. – The woman he saw muscular, with big breasts, besides a part of her head on the right side shaved, with her hair styled and coloured

The only female I need to concern myself with is Xiu. "Ballee of Glortinon, I offer you my hand," Fornis says, and I watch as the glowing female smiles at Fornis. Ballee was a favorite of all the other males. She even had Nole hooked for about a day. "I accept, Fornis," she replies, and they turn toward the crowd with their hands linked. They spend a few seconds waving to the crowd before they, too, disappear, and all eyes return to the announcer.

“Don’t touch me.” “I’ll touch you whenever I like,” he said mildly. “That is what ownership means.” He turned and nodded to someone outside my field of vision. A woman in medical scrubs rolled a steel tray into view. Syringes. Vials. A larger needle sealed in sterile plastic. My heart started slamming against my ribs. “What is that?” “The first stage,” Moreau said. “A controlled hormone protocol to optimize fertility. It will make you more receptive over the next forty-eight hours. There will be side effects — heat, sensitivity, elevated need. They are temporary and useful.”

Would giving away her most precious thing to a man she didn't love cause her to completely shatter? "Mr. Aiden," Alma spoke up, her voice trembling but clinging to her final shred of composure. "Regarding the execution of our agreement... I suggest we use artificial insemination. This would ensure the highest efficiency without... unnecessary physical contact. I believe it would be more professional for both of us."

Not visible was an ass that made humans everywhere want to weep, huge, sexy, and exclusively feminine. And there was a huge bulge shoved down the leg of their tight shorts. They were sexual confusion, bisexuality in a single person. Sky Bellingame was born intersex, and carefully underwent genetic treatments to bring out both masc and femme aspects, until they eventually leaned more femme, and they made a huge splash on the p**n scene as the first real futa. The most watched p**n video of all time was of Sky actually, fully impregnating a tiny blonde woman who they briefly married. Their daughter was apparently a normal little girl.