Gradual Feminization Stories Novels & Stories

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

Anya's P.O.V. "Are we ready to ride, ladies?" I ask the gang as we all start up our engines. We're an all-female biker gang of bunnies. Yes, I said bunnies, and I'm not talking about Playboy bunnies or Easter bunnies. We're bunny shifters, and we're all in our twenties. Our gang has dwindled in numbers because some of the women have found their mates, but there are still about twenty of us.

“Did you want to tell more of your story?” “Yes,” Lilith said. She moved her limbs like she was feeling her body for the first time, getting used to it. “The men weren’t just telling stories,” she said when she had gained her bearings. “They killed the women with minds of their own, took any newborn babies, and raised the females to be subservient, then made them their wives at their first bleedings. Then those young girls indoctrinated their own daughters to be subservient. Most of these females bore children every year until they died. None of them ever got very old. None were educated. I kept fighting against them, trying to educate the women.”

The reason why it took us this long before she became pregnant. I always satisfied her, making sure that she would release her cum in every night we consummated. But the problem is that I couldn’t afford to release my own cum. I just… couldn’t feel the pleasure I wanted in sex. If my count was right, I had released my semen for about two to three times in the three years of our marriage. I even needed to watch p**n, imagine Alicent in front sucking my cock, and pleasure myself just to be able to cum.

I looked around and saw that almost everyone were crying. “I used to write love stories wherein I make the female ones to die so the male character would be hurt and so the men who would read it would know what the word pain means. . . . But Martes was strawberry gold that he rewrote it in our love story. That is why, here I am in front of you without the man who changed the way how I looked at boys, guys and men.” She softly coughs with her old voice and groans saying, “Everyone, it’s late. We should probably go to sleep now.” And we all groans murmuring, “Aawww Grandma, that’s it? That was all?”

that stretched her beyond anything she'd experienced * Double anal penetration attempts....starting with cock + plug, working toward two cocks * Objectification, being used as furniture while the men discussed business Degradation, being called every name, being treated as nothing but holes By the time the session ended, Sophia was utterly destroyed. But she'd survived. "Tomorrow is your final day," Dante said, holding her that night. "And it will be gentle. You've more than earned your freedom." *** The final day was, as promised, gentle.

I could feel the sweat beginning to pool in the small of my back, the air in the office becoming thick and humid with our combined heat. "Yes! Oh god, Professor, harder!" I wailed, my voice cracking, losing all its composure. I could feel his chest pressing into my back, his breath hot against my ear, and I knew I was gone. I wasn't the group leader or the top student anymore. I was just a woman being broken open by the only man who could do it. When he found my clit, grinding his hand against me while he kept up that punishing pace, I felt the world start to crumble. The pressure was too much, a perfect storm of internal and external friction that pushed me right to the edge. I was sobbing

Whispers could be heard in the crowd, and for the first time in my life the whispers weren't against me, but for me. "You don't know what you're ...." Mabel started, but it was my turn to interrupt them. "Just shut the fuck up already. If you try to tell me that you didn't use what happened to Brigid as a means to force feminization as a way of life, I swear I'll lose my sh.it. I'm not in the mood to deal with this bullshit after everything that's been going on! You spent centuries making sure females were submissive and docile, conforming blindly to the stereotype of an old-fashioned subservient role, and you used the titles of being princess or queen under false pretenses, allowing us to t

“Who are you?” “My name is of no concern, lost with time. I am one of the original.” She says. “To answer your question, perhaps I can help. Even though we still have our conscious we were left unaware of the changes our people made. We were unable to keep up with the increased demand and no longer could bring in enough women to meet that demand. Because of this, new women were sacrificed to power The Core. It wasn’t until each new woman being sacrificed were we made aware of how everything changed. It wasn’t our intent for things to go this far. It disgusts us to even think how our once loved families are now treating the very women who gave them an heir to continue their bloodlines.”

I don't find this topic very interesting at all. “What about it?” I ask her. “Well, the portrayal of the female power in literature of those days isn't glorified, when compared to the males.” She says. “We all know why that is. They're not interesting.” “You're wrong!” She fires back immediately!” “Okay miss.” I reply to her, then take a seat before her. “You know what, tell me about interesting feminine stories of that time period, something that might even for a second, convince me. “Well, if you must know, we had stories focused on fierce women, with wits… like… in The Tale of Lady Serin, where she overthrows a king without ever lifting a blade,” she begins, her voice steadying as she fin