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The Voyeur Public, Insertions See more She couldn't understand it.. How was that a punishment? She asked her brother again and again after seeing the lewd sight of some local Harlot, With A heavy Iron collar around her throat, Left nude, Dragged, Sent stumbling and crawling thru the streets of the town till her sweat slicked form would be covered with Dust and dirt. Lead thru town down the streets before finally arriving at the center of the village, The Town watch shouting, Calling the entire village to come to the events as she was forced to bend at the hip, Her wrists and neck would be thrust thru the cutout holes and locked into place of the old Stockade, Her hips arched, Heated groan escaping as the passing guard gave those shapely Flanks a slap. She was a shapely woman, Full rounded hips, Pudgy little tummy, Plump heart shaped rump raised ever so slightly above her head. Full rounded breast that would be as large as a young boys head, Swayed like pendulums as she squirmed in her new found bondage as the townsfolk started to gather. Plump cherry stained tiers smeared with what would make many women blush and feint! Forced to remain their the entire day as random men came to use her, Jealous housewives using the woman by throwing rotting fruit and vegetables at her, A few more daring even shoving one or two particularly large pieces of fruit down her throat or up her backside till her tummy bulged out! The young girl wore little more than a smile as she grinned, Glancing back over her shoulder at her brother as she giggled, Joking with him, Of course it would fit! She motioned to the large pile of fruits and vegetables pilfered from the family's farm, Some of which still peppered with mud and Dirt. After such a lewd showing earlier he promised her that anything he choose would fit and she would be more than eager to find out first hand, Practically dragging him into the stables away from prying eyes. Her flesh glistening with sweat, Pert breast little more than palm fulls with pink nipples that stood erect, A smooth little tummy leading up to those shapely little hips and that valentine shaped rump, She would bend slightly at the hips, soft caramel hued thighs parted ever so slightly, Her back arched as she raised that valentine shaped backside towards him, Patting her cheeks as she giggled softly offering her backside to him, But not before almost commanding that he dip into the oil or grease that was used for cooking, Or even dipping into one of those dirty Kegs filled with horse seed, Many of the fruits and veggies in that pile, Like everything else in those Stables would be Incredibly large. Many perhaps even to large for that Harlot no doubt still bound to those Stockades in the center of the small village. The pile of fruits and veggies would be plentiful, Plucked from the family and neighbors fields only moments ago, Still caked with sand, Dirt and mud. Neither of which seemed to phase her. Yet the young girl felt she had something to prove! And as they both saw, Countless things could fit! Just ask that harlot with the bulging tummy, Such things would lead to her current position. Half bent over, Casting a long gaze over her shoulder at him as those dirty blonde locks spilled over her shoulder, Drawing in a deep breath, The young girl well on her way to joining that Harlot in the center of town as if it were some great honor. The Princess Ride Beast, NC, Bad End Possible. See more She was the princess of a bustling Merchant empire, Yet the day came thanks in part to her father, A man who had dealing in everything from weapons to slave's, He had Accidentally allowed a princess visiting a nearby village to be branded and sold off as a slave, As if that wasn't bad enough, Gaining only a silver or two not even the price of a ransom. The army marched down and sought to burn the kingdom to the ground scorching every last stone, The Castle being the first to fall leading to the Hasty retreat, The princess's form a supple milky hue with long, Dirty Strawberry blonde hued locks of hair, Full rounded breast stained with a light sweaty sheen, smooth little tummy and a valentine shaped rump. She was busy eyeing that fine Stallion, In Full shimmering Armor. The plan? Ride to one of the friendly nations and get help! Yet she hadn't a clue how to even ride a horse properly, In haste Somehow she managed to be pushed onto the Stallion backwards, With The bonds to loose, They did well to hold her on top the horse for a single stride, Possibly even Two before they allowed her to slide down around that heavy barreled chest of the stallion, Eclipsed in darkness her only clue to what happen? Feeling the not so gentle Snatch of her hair by those powerful strides of the Stallion, Her form hidden almost perfectly by that heavy Mail armor and the battle dress as she slipped from atop the stallion, Around its side to hand from its belie. That long battle dress the Stallion wore would hang Nearly to the ground below. The only give away that she was even there on the apparent Riderless horse? The sight of those long locks of hair that almost Matched the Stallions own Mane. The princess screamed for her life as the Stallion took off, Heavy hooved limbs kicking up sand and mud, Blood stained grass upwards to splatter her one perfect milky complexion. By time the Stallion started to slow to that heavy spirited Trot she was left bouncing, Up and down her bare breast crushed against its swollen stomach, Her thighs parted, Stretched upwards Almost wrapped around the Stallions neck, Tied by the ankle to its Reigns. Tight tight enough that her body was pressed firm against its body yet able to sway, Swing idly against its underside as she was left with her head tilted back, Groaning softly, That heavy gallop leaving her dazed, Drooling ever so slightly with a bruised lip. The smell under the horse nothing short of Dizzying, Thick balmy scent of its sweat she stared, Watching those thick swollen melon sized orbs. Swollen leathery orbs bounce and sway with every stride the Stallion made, Dripping with large beads of sweat that would occasionally be sent to splatter against her gentle features. She stared at it, Watching with an lewd interest with little clue what the feeling of her painted lips brushing against that heavy sheath would mean in the cumming moments. The Devotion Beast, Incest See more The idea wouldn't be to terribly far fetched given the situation. She would be a shapely young woman, Driven from her park avenue apartment when her fetish was discovered, She couldn't help herself! Ending up knotted orally by one large Stray or another she brought at home, When her muffled screams brought neighbors kicking down the door to see her, With her nose almost buried into some Stray mutts rump! Her jaw nearly broken as it shifted that knotted length into her mouth. She had spent nearly an entire hour in that lewd position as people came in and out of her apartment, Talk of evicting her, Taking pictures before that knot deflated enough to let her try and plead her side of the story, To make matters worse? The Dog belonged to her neighbor. Eventually she found herself on the street, Deciding life wasn't worth it if she couldn't indulge in her fantasy's bringing her to her Current position. She could of been called a shapely woman before that event that happen now nearly 24 hours ago, It seemed like another life for her when she had come to that high end costume shop with quite the proposition, One they certainly couldn't refuse when she offered them her Credit cards and bank accounts to work from, From there it would of taken hours of striping the young woman, Revealing those ample sized breasts, Little more than palm-full's, Those pert fleshy nipples that stood painfully erect, Her smooth tummy and those shapely hips complete with an ever so slightly Plump Valentine shaped rump. They joked, Poking fun at her that she would better fit the costume of a Mare than a Simple Pup to be bred and mounted at some local park, Yet she insisted every step of the way, Happily parading around nude as she told them down to the last detail what she wanted. Finally the time would come, Almost Gleefully they would get to work, Oiling her liberally with scented, Pheromone laced oils, exploring every inch of that rich caramel hued flesh till it dripped in heavy beads down her curves, Those long, almost raven colored locks would be bathed in those oils, Brushed back, Till they would be matted against her shoulders and to the small of her back, Next came the bondage, that heavy latex bondage. First would of been those heavy paws, Her hands worked into them, Her fingers tucked under and worked into each of the little paws, her own weight threatening to crush each finger, Her legs next, With her toes worked into the hind paws, The bondage worked up slowly, Extra thick, Tight around her legs forcing her legs to bend till she cried out, Thinking her knee's would be broken under the stress as she resisted, But soon settled in, Her legs forced to be bent, The proper height for a large breed dog, The bondage worked up her oiled form more and more of her flesh vanishing before finally would be that work of art, that heavy muzzle worked over her head like a mask, Able to see out of the eye slots perfectly before she felt a hand working into her mouth, If her story was true she could easily accept the mans hand as he was busy working that rubbery mold over her teeth, Told to bite down again and again till it started to work, Binding to her teeth, Irreversible by this point, Her mouth connected to that muzzle that would open and close with her mouth, Yet never allow her mouth to close entirely, Forcing her to drool just the slightest bit, Once in the suit, Transformed into a shapely bitch they decided on the Fur, The color, thickness. It would be a pain filled experience as the fur was attached to the Latex last, Using what she could imagine only as Hot Glue it would feel as if it were being attached to her very flesh, But soon it would be complete, The illusion done, In every respect the Shapely woman transformed into a simple Mutt, Some unknown large breed Canine that would radiate with the scent of being in heat, A scent of need, And before the night was done she was sure to show a few old dogs some very new tricks, And even an all to curious owner or two in the process. The Pinata Dark, Badend, Insertions, Public. See more Been working on a Pinata styled idea, Girl in a pinata. The girl in question would be played by me Naturaly. Could be any kind of girl, young teen to milf basically being put inside a pinata, One idea would be a shapely woman at an adult themed party in the vein of a girl jumping out of a cake, Its supposed to be busted open and a girl comes out with whatever Stuffed with candy, an toy or two Things could go wrong in a matter of ways, From the outlandish, Imagine the poor lass in question being all stuffed with treats and ending up at some celebration at a zoo with a drunken lot, Workers who think it would be funner to let a Bear break open the pinata to have at the treats, Or even wolfs and so on, Or something as simple as a mixup and the woman inside gets delivered to a children's party, She could be perfectly willing, thinking she being delivered to a normal adult party, bachelor party or some such only she ends up with unsupervised kids. When she gets busted out of the pinata and suddenly the young boys have a nude, half bound, candy stuffed woman at their disposal, Thinking they could have their fun and hide her away. I would imagine traditional animal pinata, Dog for example so that she could be inside with simple Ribbon as her restraint, A perfectly positioned Jawbreaker in her mouth to keep her from crying out until released, Maybe a few more sizable candies else ware. The idea is basic but it naturally has alot of potential especially for becoming a really dark little story, the girl from The Pinata is to be a slightly broken girl many would say, The type who got in trouble just to feel the sting of a bare hand against her backside, The smacking of a paddle only to grow from there as she got older, Relishing in being whipped, Coated in smoldering hot Wax, Pierced and all the darker things that come with the SM life before the found that add, The job just for her, To become a living pinata, She relished in the thought of becoming a mere item, to be on display, a simple Party favor to many, To feel the sting of what ever used to break open that colorful pinata used to hide her nude form, Before i get off Track, That is the outline for the girl's personality, Willing in every respect, She isnt there for the Sex but for the exquisite pain such a position would bring her. Hooves Harlots DnD themed, TF, Cursed objects. See more It started as a curse, A young Elf girl with a lewd mind, She befriended a druid one night but not untill he lost control of his were or animal form and ended up ravaging her, use'ing her body for only the most deviant needs, He tried to apologize when he regained control but unlike most in her position, She was deilightfully pleased by what had happend! She visited the druid daily begging, pleading with him to allow her to pleasure his other forms..all in the name of protecting the innocents nearby of course! Yet in pleasuring his other forms the druid demanded she also submit to his mortal side yet, she refused, outright telling him no at every advance, Enraged, spitefull the druid would leave her for several days visiting dark crafters of the Underdark, Enlisting them to craft such a suit made of unpiercing material lined with real fur and cursed, Once finished He brought it to the girl..promised if she wore it he would take her to a hidden grove of druids that would love nothing more than to ravage the young girl but..there was a catch.. they had to think her an animal, She put it on without questioning, The curse taking effect forcing her to wear the suit forever as it would cling to her flesh forcing her to move like the animal she mimicked and wished she could be, It would grow as she does, It heals around bites, cuts and slashes, While damage will be done to her the suit would remain unscathed, As if healing its self but such draws on her sanity, Meaning the girl sure could run into a den of beast or monsters and be mounted till she couldnt walk straight but those claws and bites, with every drop of blood offered a small bit of her mind would be eaten away. Yet it has one perk, It fools animals into thinking she is just that, Fools many hunters, warriors and even lesser Sentient creatures into thinking she is some mannor of beast, Demon and so on. The White Bull Beast, Badend, NC, Objectification See more At least once a year, the people gather in worship, and celebration of the gods. It was always considered a contest between the nobles, of who could bring the gods the greatest offering. Every family tried to out do the other, but none was ever able to out do the queen. She offered things that most considered priceless, from great works of art, to the most skilled gladiator. Yet this year she out did herself. Through the finest selection, she'd been able to produce a magnificent white bull, the likes of what the world had never seen. But the bull was to great in the queens mind. She'd had it breed, and feed, surely it was hers by right? She'd given much more then most people had in their life times, she could keep this one thing. Yet the gods disagreed, for in their eyes, this action meant the Queen saw herself above the gods, and they decided to teach her a lesson of humility. One morning, the Queen rose, though her mind was not her own. Aphrodite had taken hold of the Queens mind, and now controlled her like one would a puppet. She walked down to the finest craftsman in all of Greek, and requested for him to build her a hallowed out wooden cow. She explained that she wished the people see the prowess of her mighty bull, but such a mighty creature was surely above just any random cow, it deserved a real woman.The craftsman having heard tales of the mighty bull, and seeing the gold the queen presented, did not argue. Aphrodite then left in the form of the queen, and started inviting her near and dear, telling them she wished to display the great bull to them, in all his glory. The tales were many, but few had actually seen the bull, and so there were none who wished to miss this event. Aphrodite then returned to bed, and when the queen awoke, she knew of nothing which had happened. Until the day of celebration, when she awoke only to find herself strapped in bitch black darkness, unable to move. Time and time again thru out the nights leading up to the grand celebration the queen would play puppet, And with good reason, The Goddess of love had a personal stake in all of this and had to get things right, Humiliating the Queen in the process, Forcing her to submit to the lowly hands of the Craftsmen and his many apprentices for measurements during the long hours of the night, Nude on a platform as a living model, Allowing them to grope, Fondle her all the while to make sure everything would be just right. One morning the queen would wake frmo her slumber with a growing Ache all over that supple Nubile form, Her back ached, Her wrist and Ankled burned from those tightly bound tanned leather straps, Down on her hands and knee's inside of that Wooden Cow, Her wrist pressing into the Arms of the Cow and shackled in place, Her feet suffered a similar face, Shackled in place, Her legs spread wide inside that bondage, Knee's almost to her sides, Her back forced to arch once that Wooden back was installed, Nailed in to place traping the shapely queen in that bondage, Forever as a tribute to the Gods if not for those instructions for a public revelation after the lewd events to follow, She tried to move, To flail, To scream for help but found her voice muted with only crude Moo's able to escape no matter how she tried to scream The costume crudely made of splintered and hard wood wouldn't afford her the comforts her tender caramel hued flesh used to, With only the tiniest bit of lite shining in from between her thighs, It would be a long day, With that opening at the Cows rear suspiciously large as the Craftsmen had her presented for all to see, Inviting them to Feel what the Bull was about to, To See what the Gods allowed their finest creations to have. At first all was silent, but soon enough voices started to fill the air around her. Though the wood was thick, she could hear every word, thanks to Aphrodite. They asked the servants where their queen was, why she didn't receive them as was proper. The servants apologized and said the queen was occupied. Some of the guest cursed to themselves, feeling insulted, while others laughed and merely enjoyed the treats that was offered to them. At first none cared for the wooden cow in the middle of the room, for there was much art to be found in that room alone, and if people did admire it, it was from a distance. It was not until a young noble man started to look for the queen, his eyes flashed over the rear of the statue, and he paused...Had he just seen right? Upon closer speculation he had. A small hole was cut in the back of the cow, hard to see from a distance but up close he could see the flesh beyond. He inspected the cow carefully, but saw no cracks where one might enter, for it was expertly built after all, and only the craftsman himself knew how to open it. The man assumed it was something put there by the gods, and hesitated, then reading the writing smiled, and ran a thoughtful hand, over the unsuspecting queens folds. By time the crowd moved away from the Wooden Cow the Queen trapt inside would of been torn between Rage and Tears as they completely ignored her and what she was going thru, It was their fault for not knowing and they would pay surely, But soon things grew silent for her, Hearing nothing outside of the occasional clatter of someone dropping something, She flailed in that bondage, Tears stained her features as her muted cries were reduced to little more than pitiful Moo's for attention. To her it would feel like hours had passed and not simple moments. The queen was locked in darkness, Oblivion as the young male approached her from behind and began inspecting her bondage, It was only a moment before she was stunned, Shocked to feel that hand pressing firm against those damp folds, Able to feel the wiggle of her hips, And the only movement her encasement allowed, The ability to raise or lower those hips ever so slightly, The Queen given a crude choice in how she would Take the Bull the first time, Between those quivering neither? Or up that delectable backside only inches away from those probing fingers. The Cursed See more For it had to be said that Princess Alicia was a peach. She had the tantalizing arrogance that came with the title, coupled to a body that drained men's faces with lust just for a glimpse of it. Where women should be round, she was curvier where they should go in, she went in further, Her nipples stood out like raspberries, her cunt swollen and glistening a deep cherry shade and seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Which perhaps it did. Because - and here we get to the nub of the problem - the Princess had never managed to achieve orgasm. It was as though there was a cut-off switch just before the climax, shutting down the volcanic eruption seconds before the explosion. Like a stifled sneeze multiplied a thousand fold. This might not have mattered if the Princess had been uninterested in sex. Sadly she wanted to be fucked so badly she would kill for it. Or worse. Being part of a fairly liberal sort of court she had been expected to try out a few men before settling down with the prince of her fancy. Her mum and dad - the King and Queen - had started out that way. And Alice at Seventeen began to try her hand at it. Her first experiences were interesting and highly stimulating. She was made for this sex stuff it seemed. But after the first two or three she began to notice that the young princes were having more fun than she was. There began to be an ache in her cunt which grew and grew and never seemed to be satisfied. She talked to the Queen about it who suggested some new positions and Alicia confidently returned to the fray. Nothing happened - and we do mean nothing. The princes contorted themselves to pleasure the Princess but as she began the run-up to orgasm the whole thing slid away from her like snow on the tongue. She increased the pace, till there was a queue outside her door. Then out came the potions. Evil smelling, evil tasting. Stuff made from bats,frogs, bulls, plants. But still nothing. The ache became a torment. Drastic measures were called for. In the depths of her growling need, the sex-maddened young woman made an announcement. She moved down market.Any able-bodied man from any part of the kingdom, near or far, who could satisfy her royal craving would have her hand. He would also get the king's job when his majesty had vacated the throne and this earth. This was the inducement. But in her rage, she added a condition for failure. Anyone who tried and failed in the attempt - thus sharpening her Highness's hunger pains - would have to pay a heavy price. The Countess Beast, NC, Snuff, Vore See more The Countess as she was known by many, Was often said to be...Touched, She was mad and how wonderfully so, Hearing voices and whispers in the house, She called home. Always the vain woman, Wanting nothing more than to have all that she came across to swoon at the mere sight of her! Wanting a beauty that would never fade, She studied ancient lore and story's of the occult, Story's of bathing in the blood of the pure, Thus.. she did, One mid-winters evening luring one of her fathers young playthings away into hiding within her chambers, Enticing the supple beauty even to bathe with her, Only to slay the 'pet' bathe in her blood, And it worked! The voice of that Dark Goddess only grew louder in her head, desiring more, twisting the Countess' mind until she would be caught, In the dead of night they came, Baring flaming sticks and buckets of blessed water, Lead by a man of the church, Yet the voices grew stronger telling The young Countess how she could attain the perfection she desired.. but she needed more, The paltry pints gained from a few maidens wouldn't do, She needed to offer more.. much more, Yet even the whispers could of protected her from what was to come, Soon enraged mob's would arrive Setting her Family home ablaze, Yet The countess had already fled, Under the cover of the night. She soon fell upon a long abandoned tower. With the hushed whispers guiding her every step, cold charred stone in the midst of a great unkempt Hedge maze. The whisper's continued, As she slowly climbed the tower. Her way up the winding stair case of the tower proving much more enjoyable than one ever could of imagined. The Countess paused, Stopping at each room she crossed, Peering inside only to be granted a tormenting vision, A lewd history to her new home unfolding in lurid detail before her eyes. The first sight being one cold stone room lit only by a flickering flame hanging from an ancient looking torches that lined the walls, Each room seeming even more deviant than the last, The first she cross would have a young girl, Naught more than a teen! The young daughter belonging to a nearby Nobleman writhing in pain, Everything about her screamed Lolita, Her knee's pressed firm to the cold stone, Long slender legs parted shamelessly, smooth little tummy bulged ever so slightly, Ample breast little more than palmfulls, Long golden locks of hair dirtied and unwashed, Matted to her shoulders soaked in saliva, and from what? Why that massive two headed Canine beast that easily towered over her, Mounting the supple girl from behind its long fur brushing against her spine as not one but Two knotted cocks pressed into her, Vanishing up one tiny little entrance or another as thick strings of drool dripped from its canine muzzles pooling into the girls hair and dripping down her features, The Countess lingered watching it replay again and again as if some memory etched into the very stone. Another room a similar scene, A slightly older girl, One she may of recognized, Shapely barmaid from the nearby town, Full rounded breast easily as large as a young boys head. Strapped to an old sunken Stone table barely above a knee's height, Hay covering the floor as Griffins flocked into the room around her, With large open windows it had become a makeshift roost, The woman's stomach distended inhumanly and nearby he could see why, Eggs, Massive eggs nearly double the size of a young child! The woman reduced to a Breeding device, The tortured Brood Mother to the Griffins that Flocked into the small room at the towers edge. And yet other floors, Other rooms all held a different scene of deviance until finally he reached the Pinnacle of the tower, Large room etched with runes springing to life the moment she entered. The Countess devoted the next few years of her life following the voices, etching, carving Runes of dark magics within the walls of the stone Tower, Once finished it brimmed with magic, Lost dark arts to fuel her twisted desires. The countess was told she could continue offering Young maidens and bathing in their blood, Thus She started inviting young nobles both male and female to her tower to partake in sins and lusts they had never dreamed, Fueled by soft whispers, The runes of the tower granted her certain gifts, Allowing the countess to control what ever beast or even demons that stalked the halls, The Towers long halls echoing with the cries, Both male and female all at her beckon, The Countess relishing in seeing nothing more than those who thought little of her brought to their knee's in the throws of rapture, but she waited, continuing to corrupt and taint their minds and body until they came, begging, offering themselves willingly, Her ways continued selecting only the best, Again she would bath in their blood caring little as the others watched, To lost in their own lust to stop her or try an escape, But soon the knights came, Again yet the bindings, The Rune's prevented followers not of the Goddess from entering. Thus They set it ablaze, Feeding the flames while the Countess dwelled still within, Smoke poured from the tallest windows, by morning the tower was left covered in ash and filled with soot, They could finally enter, the top floor of the tower they found large marble pools filled with blood yet no sign of the Countess, Venturing its depths, To its deepest pits only to find her, With flesh turned to stone, her form perfection nary a mark of fire touched within feet of the ever shapely Countess now turned to stone, The tower would be left, Soon the knights, Priest and clerics left, returning once every few moons to purify the Tower, yet ever still the villagers nearby could hear a torrid string of bliss-filled moans echoing thru the night from the tower, The countess still yet lived, Immortal, undieing, Unable to escape the Tower. The Bear Beast, NC, Snuff, Vore See more Imagine if you will Some poor girl in a realistic Bear suit sneaking into an exhibit at the local zoo, After a night of being bred and nearly mauled for being new she is almost unrecognizable due to caked mud and cum soaking into that fake bear suit. She quickly comes to realize that escape isn't exactly possible when the world sees her as a bear. The suit designed in a way that she cant remove it on her own, And Zookeepers pump her full of Tranqs her every time she tries to approach them! Maybe even unluckily selected for a breeding program, That ends up with her shipped across the country world.. Or worse... released into the wild? Maybe it starts as something innocent as a drunken night out with friends leading to the bear suit and waking up at the entrance to the Zoo, In a drunken haze being tranqed and drumped in the exhibit as a escaped animal. Maybe its a Dare that she couldnt trick a real live bear into believing she was the real thing only to go to far and things take a wonderfully dark, and filling twist... The Hunted Bad end, Public, Beast, Transformation See more It was her father's last chance of the season, his last chance to catch him a buck. her father was fairly desperate by this point having gone out every single weekend only to come back empty-handed. That was when she volunteered to help him, she didn't mind it in the previous season when that half ton wild pig had gotten ahold of her and mounted her, even if her father waited till it finished inside of her before offering the beast. She swore she didn't mind that it took months to recover, she didn't mind that humiliation where the pain she was put through during the recovery. It would be a few days before his final hunting trip of the year that he put his plan into action, a suit she would be wearing would be made of a real deer, a flesh suit but only slightly less gory. She had been taken to one of his buddies shops, the older man was a taxidermist and had no qualms about happily measuring her, stripping her down to nothing and taking her measurements exactly to find the perfect deer pelt to squeeze her into. From then on the preparation would begin, from that very day after the taxidermist visit she would be taken home our father going over every detail of how she should act, what would happen, how big a buck really was compared to her teenage. she remembered sitting at the dinner table, watching her mother grow flustered and angry yelling at her father and questioning both of them to which she only replied how willing, how eager she was to do anything to help her father get a perfect buck. The rest of that meal was spent in silence she was barely allowed to finish eating before her father what unveil what she would have to go through, she remembered vividly call her father what's setup for her that evening, she was guided upstairs to the shower where she would use hair removing chemicals to strip every inch of hair from her body. A coarse brush used to scrub away at her skin, once completed it was by her father's own hand that she would be given multiple enemas until her stomach churned and ached. This process will be repeated several times throughout the night. It was nearing midnight when her father's friend showed up with that deer pelt. It would be thick made with real deer with reinforcements around the joints to assist and letting her move naturally and endured the weight of a large buck when her father explained what the plan was. from there it was all downhill for her. She would be stripped again this time in the backyard with a little worried about the neighbors seeing at this late hour, she was forced to step into the deer pelt. It was freshly oiled and stretched wondrously around her flesh, quivering feet inch down those hooven hindquarters kill her toes rested against the hardened hoof. She was enforced to bend forward, the deer pelt inched up to it fit it around her shoulders, she felt her fingers extend pressing into the fore hooves and would have to endure the brunt of her own weight. Her fingers trembled and ate already even after just a few minutes in that prone position inside the deerskin, our Father however already had his task in mind and nothing would stop him. She blushed, pictures of features stained ever-deepening Cherry shade as she could almost filled his older taxidermist friend staring at her new form, yet her father didn't see her like that her father barely noticed her as he continued the transformation, inching the deer hide up over her hips pulling tight to ensure it fit properly around her shoulders and chest even as she could feel her breast being pinched broke though most by the hide. It squeezed her body shamelessly forcing her to suck her stomach in, I breathing would already be limited and the suit wasn't even shut tight around her yet. Yes she could feel the zipper being Yanked and worked up slowly before her head was suddenly forced down into the head. For long seconds the world would be black as the two men juncture head from side to side, even with the lube, even with those pheromones latest oils being used it would still be slow going getting her rounded head in that narrow deer muzzle. Yet they will succeed in the end, the way it fit it went to squeeze against her Jaws almost painfully forcing her mouth to gape open ever-so-slightly forgetting her speaking barely able to swallow the way it's squeezed and stretched around her throat. And yet they would continue with the transformation almost done only a tiny bit of those human features would even remain, The flesh visible her spine and up her back to her neck would be visible at the suit had yet to be closed completely around here. Her heart raced it was almost complete she was almost the thing our Father desired, yet she didn't realize he was just a tool, a means to get what he wanted. Next she could feel her father's thick thumb well lubricated with those pheromones being shoved deep into her virgin asshole, almost without delay seconds later she felt two fingers pressing into her cunt forcing a startled cry from her muzzled features as she heard her father scold her and demanded she stopped moving, the taxidermist then would step in pressing his weight against her, one hand firm against her spine as his other hand worked at the zipper her father ensuring everything stayed lined up properly as the suit slowly being pulled shut around her as fur of the suit would naturally hide the zipper. She can feel it tightening all around her as the zipper pulled Hyde together stretching ever-so-slightly around her form forcing her body to contort to that of the deer almost. She could barely breathe, she felt almost lightheaded with being unable to draw in a full deep breath of air then her father's fingers would pull out of her unceremonious late delivering a Swift and hard swapped to her backside causing her to yelp and straight out of his way before turning around, left panting drooling as she watched him in the taxidermist shake hands congratulating each other on a job well done. Her father then said she looked good, she would make the perfect bait animal to ensure he got a buck on his final hunting weekend of the year. He then thanked the taxidermist, missing him that in the next couple years they would go for something even bigger. She would then be left, left to wander, left to graze in the backyard. Looking every bit like a real Doe, thanks to those pheromones smelling like one very much in the middle of heat. play there she would be left as temperatures dropped lower and lower, given only one choice but to learn how to walk and move within the confines of the suit. To give her best performance for her father, oblivious of what cruelty lied and weight. The Vet Test TF, Insertions, Beast, Possible Bad-end See more It was the perfect test for her students, the final examination she mused silently to herself. She would become an Animal in the name of testing the next generation of Vets. It would all take place at a state of the art veterinary school that offered no privacy. With glass walls separating examination rooms, testing labs, insemination rooms, and countless other rooms. for her the day had started hours before dawn, Her hair a salty blonde hue with long slightly curled locks that would come past her shoulders reaching to the curve of that shapely backside, Her flesh a soft sun stained caramel hue, Her curves plentiful with long coltish legs that arched ever so slightly, Shapely hips with a ever so slightly pump valentine shaped rump. Heavy breasts every bit the handful nearly the size of a young boy's head able to sway and bounce ever so slightly with any given movement she made. Yet all that would be hidden by this point. Hours had been spent by this point working her into that bondage, working the heavy latex and real horsehair mesh around her shapely nude form using the provided pheromone laced oils to allow it to slip on easier and leave her with the proper musk of a mare. Again and again, her co-workers told her it couldn't be removed short of being melted off, and each time they brought it up she told them just to do it, Inside the suit her own oiled flesh would be squeezed and groped by that of the suit, a harness held her back flush with that of the suit, ensuring her spine and holes lined up properly, her head forced to tilt back staring down that muzzle, Locked in place at the rear of the mare's faux skull. Yet they could worry about that when the time came as her human features vanished slowly and she filled out that Equine bondage more and more. The flesh of the suit a deep chestnut color with a sandy-colored tail and her own real locks of hair threaded thru to make up the mane of the bondage. She would be a sight, That now chestnut-colored mare with a golden blonde mane. Leaving her to Stare down that long muzzle, With one of her co-workers long arm, Their hand working into her mouth working the fitting over her teeth till she gagged, Choked, Believing she would suffocate before that hand was removed from her quivering lips and from that stretched muzzle that measured several inches in length, She could feel them pinching and tugging the flesh that was glued almost to her own, ensuring it was fitted properly that it would move how she did, She felt probing fingers at those plump mare cunt lips, forcing her own to stretch in the name of ensuring it was all lined up, oiled figures did the same then with her asshole before she was loaded into a truck, an old horse carrier and away from any resemblance of human life, Willingly. It was all in the name of testing. She would play the role of the mare in front of her own student Vets, The students clueless that their first animal of the day wasn't an animal at all. If the students failed to figure her out by the end of the day they would all fail, And she would be on the receiving end of a very humiliating experiencing involving a speculum, more than a few well-oiled fists slipping in and out of her quivering holes and countless other normal things for a horse that would be all too cruel to the shapely human. When the students arrived they would be given the paperwork for 'the mare' and instructed to retrieve her from the horse carrier, get her prepped and begin the examination. How her heart raced, yet she was confident still, her students were top of the class and she bet against her co-workers that they would figure her out before the first speculum was oiled up. Yet little did she know that only moments after setting the students to task her co-workers would be called away, leaving her at the mercy of her students, with no oversight to spare her before things began to spiral beyond her control. Pokmon Got to breed them all! Pokmon, possible bad-ends See more All these idea's and more to come, Needless to say transformation is a big kink, I have no limits and enjoy long walls of text. Seeking a dominate mind with outside the box thinking. Bad ends are lusted for but not required. In lieu of the up coming Pokmon game, I thought I would get ahead of the curve and bring back an old Pokmon series of idea's I had! Each idea below will focus on a different aspect or niche of the Pokmon world and can readily be swapped around and nothing is set in stone. Pokmon breeding is exciting and far from an exact science with so many different types that come in a variety of different shapes and sizes. And lets not forget the different Pokmon types out there with so many different flavors of seed, some toxic or even painful to the Pokmon they are breeding with, and would certainly have.. effects on a young Pokmon breeder with ideas! Poison types with thick toxic seed that can be debilitating to its intended mate, weakening even. Ground types with seed that has the consistency of wet cement like seed that weighs heavy in ones belly. Fire types with burning hot seed the likes to catch leaves and brush on fire! Water types that have thin runny seed and cum by the liter. Electric types that leave a poke's mate trembling and twitching for hours after breeding. Psychic types could offer a domination type of effect? Placing the recipient under the Pokmon's control. And those are just examples! Things get more interesting with dual type Pokmon's! And we are not even touching on the different sizes of Pokmon out there! From the tiny Ratatta to the towering Wailord, Dialga and others! Of course size matters, a massive Pokmon would have an equally large....ahem... Some ideas I am working on would be things like.. Breeder's Delights A fledgling Pokmon breeder in training, Sets out to experience Pokmon breeding first hand! This of course means transformation via Pokmon suit to take on the appearance of a semi rare Pokmon in a contained lab type environment. Of course things could go wrong in countless different ways, There is always being vastly size mismatched, or type mismatched, of course Pokmon seed would be exceptionally critical vs a human body. View attachment 1112 Ditto used Transform!? This one would involve a trainer's mishap with the Pokmon Ditto. The poor Ditto and human end up getting knocked together during its transform and the poor trainer ends up trapt inside of the Ditto or possibly fused with it. A few ideas here such as the Ditto ends up captured and the two are bound together resulting in a random Pokmon transformation each time heshe is summoned due to the trainer's inability to know anything about how a Ditto transforms. The trainer turned Pokmon has no choice but to obey even if they don't know a single attack! No matter what form the Ditto adopts the human is inside able to feel everything as if they were the Ditto, and the two would constantly battle for control of the body leading to some interesting positioned when facing a wild Pokmon. Not to mention teach the Pokmon world a few things about the way humans breed for fun. View attachment 1111 And the prize goes to.. A young trainer enters a Pokmon contest as.. well.. a Pokmon! A trainer dons a rubbery humanoid Pokmon bondage suit and tries to out Pokmon, Pokmon. And with good reason once they heard the grand prize of the contest is a chance to breed with a rare Pokmon! Only things become more interesting when not only does she win, but has the chance to get bred right there on stage as a Pokmon in front of so many. Questions become can she get knocked up and carry an Pokmon egg? Will that precious chance and seed go to waste? Will she get found out and ejected without ever having the chance to be center stage!? View attachment 1110 Convention Girl Public, Insertions, Beast, Possible Bad-end See more Many of the elements below are optional as nor everyone is into the same kinks as me! But to this end, Ive posted the raunchier version of the story. My limits are none and i enjoy long walls of text! But without further adieu, On with the story! Imagine a small farming style town in the mid-west where they have animal auctions and conventions based around showing off the newest technology in animal husbandry, from simple stands and milking machines to injections and chems meant to be injected to induce heat, but also all the big machinery intended to inseminate animals, Anywho! Some poor girl gets talked into, dared ect by a sibling, friend, boyfriend or whatnot into attending one of the events in a Animal bondage suit! See attached image where anyone can clearly see the human curves and is obviously human but would have all the freedom and movement restrictions of a real animal. For her trouble she gets volunteered into all sorts of situations that would get more and more out of hand as more people see her in action and 'willing'. Maybe sometime into being paraded around after being talked into being publicly inseminated with very fresh or extremely stale animal seed being used simply for depravity sake and to dispose of the old seed or even the troughs that collected animal piss thru-out the day, using her as a living breathing dumpster. She could also get confronted for being a tease, for riling up the animals that are due to be up for auction and gets volunteered to relieve them since its unprofessional to have unruly animals fully erect on stage! All thanks in no small part to the seed pumped into her but also those injections that might just give her an animal musk. confronted and then dragged along to different horse trailers for example for no other reason than to relieve the animal inside her only saving grace being that its only the animal owner and her Friend, sibling ect Watching her nearly getting crushed while getting impaled. While i have countless ideas of how things can go horribly wrong, I imagined her first 'round' of it being kind of innocent or at least innocent compared to what she would later be facing down. She would be called over talked down to by some man who runs one of the insemination machines and he starts talking about the products and services before asking for her assistance, her help in getting rid of some old seed, thick chunky completely unusable, hes just out of room and the convention charges to much to dispose of it, She thinks nothing of it, thinks its harmless clearly not getting his true meaning. Thinking that she would be helping him carry it off or something, He tells her it would only take a few moments and before she could truly process what was happening she would either A, be hooked into the breeding stand like insemination machine or B, Have a hose from a storage unit forced into her muzzle and the flow turned on, Heavy hand on the back of her head holding the hose in place, when she tries to pull away he inches it just a little more down her throat all while nodding along and smiling to people passing by, thanking her even as her belly grows. I dont think he would do it to her to be cruel, He might even expect her willingness considering shes dressed up as an animal at one of these conventionshows, so as he holds her in place with that tube inching down her throat he might even be surprised at how she would pull and buck to escape! The poor girls first taste of cum being from an animal and being very very old. Of course there is an alternate version of the story, because i always have alternates and side stories! It would be around the same idea, some animal convention in the midwest, only this time the star is someone a bit more well known. A Young girl whos family runs a rather upscale and popular studding farm, the kind with all of the state of the art toys but her family cares more about the brand and the business than her, or at-least that's how she feels. So she sets out to sabotage the family namebrand putting her ass literally on the line. She would attend the convention and would wait till the second day of the event when everything is in full swing and slip into a suit Thinking ponygirl? something that proudly has the family namelogo printed on it quite visibly. Animal features but no mistaking that shes 100 human and completely defenselsss. She obviously didnt think it thru completely wanting only to tarnish the families name and knock them down a few pegs but things would quickly get out of her control, she could end up facing down insemination machines getting pumped full of liters worth of animal seed in various degrees of freshness, end up on display at a milking machine and just about any thing else you could think of all before the climax of the weekend where she just might get to play belly rider to a full sized horse. Last edited Jul 30, 2023