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Thread: Population Control (Book and RP Idea)

Name Conner Age 23 Race Human Job FarmerGardenerHandyman Skills Strong, Farming, Construction, Planting. The general farm boy. Weapon Anything he can get his hands on, and if nothing else his fists. Personality While most would think with his size he would bully everyone around he tends to be a big teddy bear. Always willing to give a helping hand and next to never complaining about it. He tends not to think things through, as he would normally have his 'little' twin brother, tell him what to do, he has had to start thinking for himself lately. He had always believed himself dumb due to his brother's constant picking on him, thus causing a low self esteem when coming to things of choice. He tends to speak his mind, and is openly outgoing, most would say he would die, if he was in seclusion for more than a day. While normally he is a very complacent, if chipped at to much, he has a temper that would rival most savage creatures. This is incredibly hard to reach though. Appearance 6'7 and 245 lbs of pure muscle. He is well built and defined, with long blonde hair coming down to his lower neck. He is seen often wearing some sort of shorts or sweat pants, with a plain white-t on, wearing a plaid button up short sleeve, and jeans on special occasions. Short History Him and his twin brother grew up on a farm, in the Midwest, working the farms. He grew to become very strong, and well built, through his work in the fields. He often did all the work, as his brother skipped out and found ways to avoid the work. As they grew, Conner's grades began to depend on his twin to help him, if not do the work for him, as a trade Conner would do all the yard work. Conner eventually joined the football team in high school, and became a star on the team, leading them to a state championship. This event nearly paid in for his trip to college, and he ended up going to the same, at the displeasure of his brother, school. Upon entering Conner quickly excelled upon the team leading them to a bowl game victory, the year the virus would strike. He received a letter saying that going to the gardens was an award for doing so. Upon entering he heard about the virus that soon raged in the outside world, and was sent into a greatly depressed mood, once he heard he could not go to his brother's aid.
Thread: Population Control (Book and RP Idea)

Name Gabriel Age 25 Race Human Job Intelligence officer, Soldier Skill Guns, Martial Arts, Tactics, Intelligence gathering and evaluation. Weapon Several handguns and knives concealed about person and in his satchel. Personality Sarcastic, cynical, depressed, alcoholic, quick to use violence. Places very little value on human life or the company of others. Quiet, and never gets angry, just gets violent. Loner. Very ruthless. Apperance 6ft, 80kg, pale skin and short brown hair, brown eyes. Not massively built but well defined and athletic. Generally wears white t-shirts, a black hooded jacket, jeans and combat boots. Short History Born on a housing estate outside London, Great Britain, Gabriel was a quiet young man, who grew up faar too quickly. He had very little schooling, but was very bright. When he joined the Army, initial tests showed that he fitted a certain category of moral ambiguity, as well as being too clever to be a grunt. Normally he would have been signed up to one of the elite regiments, like the SAS, but after completing his training in 3rd Para Regiment he was quickly whisked away to be a combat intelligence officer for the Security Service, more commonly known as MI5. He was part of a black ops unit who kept the country secure by executing, torturing and hunting terrorists. He was brought across to States by an investigation into Dr Varick, his unit believed that something was up though they had no idea of the scale. After getting into the country under a flase passport, he retrieved some weapons which had come into the country in a diplomatic bag from the embassy, and set to work. He infiltrated the restort just before the virus was released, and watched clamly as he saw the human race begin to die. He knows that he was not invited, and hid during his stay.
Thread: Population Control (Book and RP Idea)

Name- Damien Volkov Age- 27 Race-Shiek Subtype Psych Job- Medical Technician Skills- Psychokinetic powers, Trained in melee combat, Skilled in first aid and more advanced medicine. Weapon- With Damien's powers, basically, anything that isn't bolted to the floor and some things that are can end up as projectiles or weapons. Damien also carries a silenced Beretta 9f2s, just in case he needs it. Generally he can rely on his little brother to take care of any unpleasant company. Personalty- Calm, smooth, professional, dangerous. Damien has a very calm and professional disposition, remaining cool under the most stressful of situations, he has very few buttons, but when pressed he can be quite dangerous. Damien is a healer, but he can still kill, his powers also take a toll on his personality, making him a tiny bit unstable. Damien's gentle disposition can often fool people into forgetting he is capable of ripping people limb from limb. Appearance- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Short History- Damien and his brother came to the United states from russia, their father was a russian military officer and their mother was a local, when their mother died and their father moved to america, the two boys followed, their father died from lung cancer shortly afterwards, Damien was eighteen, and his brother was twelve, leaving Damien to look after his brother. The two lived together since then. Damien sought his education in medicine while his little brother began to to to college for Law enforcement training. One day the two brothers received an invatation to the resort, Unfortunately, Damien didn't realize he wasn't brought to the resort for his knowledge of medicine, or his brother's talents with keeping people safe, the good doctor wanted them both for their rare blood type, and when they were subjected to the virus, he tried to protect himself and his brother, though it was too late, they both developed inhuman abilities and had their eye colors change on them, luckily the elder brother gained the power his maturity allowed him to handle
Thread: Milk is Good for Growing Bodies!  A Kotep-Survivor RP

Rebecca pulled her sports car into the parking lot, letting out a soft sigh of relief as she straightened her legs and stood up for the first time in hours. She was driving to a big buisness conference, and she had gotten hungry as she was driving through the country, so she'd pulled off at the first exit that had food. She shut the door of her car and walked through the doors of the diner, finding a booth seat and sitting down. Rebecca was a rather slender young with short brown hair, wearing a pair of eyeglasses and dressed in a skirt and buisness top. She stuck out a bit in a place like this, but she had to assume they were used to seeing travelers come through and visit the diner--it had been the only restaurant she'd seen for a couple of hours.
Thread: Milk is Good for Growing Bodies!  A Kotep-Survivor RP

The Big Bessy! The worn sign on top of the diner called, featuring an image of a rather buxom bovine girl, dressed up in a tight farmgirl outfit. In one hand she held up a full bucket of milk, and in the other, an oversized hamburger. Below the strange image, another phrase quipped The best BEEF this side of the Mississippi! The soft chime of a bell sounded as she walked through the door. The diner was completely empty, the lunch 'rush' had already gone by. In that aspect, it also took a moment before a single waitress came rushing out from the kitchen, a pitcher of milk in her hand. She was dressed up in a similar farmgirl outfit to the one the bovine in the advertisement was wearing - a pair of tight overalls and a loose white top. A plaid bandanna covered the copper hair that flowed down to the middle of her back. Above her lightly freckled cheeks were a pair of aqua-toned eyes. Sorry! She apologized for her tardiness. We just don't get many customers at this hour. Setting the glass on the table, she filled it with the milk from the pitcher. Mah name's Jessi. She smiled softly.
Thread: Milk is Good for Growing Bodies!  A Kotep-Survivor RP

Oh, don't worry, it's fine. I wasn't waiting long, Rebecca said with a smile. She reached out and took the glass, lifting it to her lips and taking a few refreshing gulps of the milk to slake her thirst before she looked over the menu. I'll, uh... She paused for a moment, her eyes clouding over, before blinking again and seeming to come out of her trance. Uh, right, I'll have a salad please, she said, smiling up at the waitress and pointing out the one she wanted.
Thread: Milk is Good for Growing Bodies!  A Kotep-Survivor RP

Jessi smiled softly when the customer took a few sips of milk from the glass. Even she didn't know what was in the cool drink, but it...did...something to you if you drank it. She'd been lucky enough to not have to drink a glass. If she had, she wouldn't be waiting tables... Salad it is! She chirped, taking the menu and returning to the kitchen. She was quite curious to see how this stranger would change. It was always different for different girls. And she'd never seen it happen to a businesswoman. Usually it was a troublemaking girl, or a cheatin' housewife. The men took things very seriously 'round here. It's why she was always on her best behavior. So when the manager said 'Give her the milk.', Jessi gave her the milk. Otherwise, it would be her drinking it. Jessi knew why, too. Bessy needed a mascot. Something to draw more customers, or to help spread the diner chain. She watched, quietly, through the serving window, as she made the woman her salad.
Thread: Milk is Good for Growing Bodies!  A Kotep-Survivor RP

Mmmm...ooh, she groaned, putting a hand on her stomach as she began to feel suddenly rather hungry for that salad. She bit her lips lightly, looking around to distract herself from the time it took. Slowly, her ears were lengthening, growing pointed and starting to swivel as she looked around. Small white horns were poking from her hair, which was lightening as it grew longer and started to curl. Rebecca seemed entirely oblivious, even as he nose began to thicken and push forward, her skin darkening in patches. She was too busy distracting herself from her hunger to realize that she was changing.
Thread: Milk is Good for Growing Bodies!  A Kotep-Survivor RP

Jessi had paused in her work, watching as the first changes began to take place. Oooh my... She whispered, placing her hand upon her breast. The changes were almost...graceful. She saw the woman's ears stretch and curl, and the small, blunt horns pushing up from beneath her hair. She could see a dark patch appearing along the curve of her jaw, as her nose began pushing out. And the customer seemed oblivious to it. Jessi bit her lip, glancing around the kitchen. She knew that it wouldn't take too long to make a salad, but...she couldn't break her eyes from the scene. Blushing a little, she slid one of her overall straps off her shoulders, loosening the denim garment just enough so that she could slide her arm down the front of it, her fingers brushing lightly against her panties. Mmm... She sighed out, watching Rebecca.
Thread: Milk is Good for Growing Bodies!  A Kotep-Survivor RP

Mmmmuhhh... Rebecca moaned, her eyelids fluttering as she gripped the table. She winced as her feet began to transform into hooves, her fingers shifting so that they were tipped with thick, hooflike nails. She looked down at herself and let out a gasp of surprise, finally noticing the changes. She felt the fur growing on her arms, cupped her breasts straining against her bra, and reached down to feel her widening ass. What's...I'm getting fatter...? she asked, and in a way she was, putting on quite a bit of weight on her hips and on her chest. Her muzzle was slowly forming, the dark patches growing darker as they were covered with fur. I've got to get out of here... she said, starting to squeeze out of the booth.
Thread: Milk is Good for Growing Bodies!  A Kotep-Survivor RP

The woman's voice was already lowering into a more bovine sound, even though she would still be able to speak. Jessi had leaned up close to the counter, using the added pressure to rub herself harder. She could see Rebecca's breasts growing larger, the swell of dark fabric growing larger. Her hips also seemed were filling out, becoming wide and more childbearing. Even her feet were changing, distorting those expensive shoes of hers. Jessi let out a gasp as she climaxed a little, but noticed that her customer had become aware of what was happening to her. The woman - as would be expected of someone turning partly into a cow - was panicking, trying to ease herself out of the booth. Luckily for the customer, she wasn't big enough to get stuck, but at the same time, learning to carry that new weight, especially on her changing feet, would be incredibly difficult. Not to mention, other changes were starting that would make it even harder for her to leave - if she would even want to. Still, Jessi quickly slipped the overall strap up over her shoulder and rushed from the kitchen, blocking Rebecca's path. Ah'm afraid you're going to have to stay here, ma'am...
Thread: Milk is Good for Growing Bodies!  A Kotep-Survivor RP

Rebecca stumbled as her shoes tore open and she now stood on black hooves, leaning back and forth a little as her ass and breasts made it hard for her to find her center of gravity. She grabbed her clothes tightly and glared at Jessi. Let me go, you bitch! she yelled, panicking and terrified of what was happening to her. She was beginning to understand what was going on, even as her muzzle gradually took its final form, and the beginnings of a tail began to stick out over her waist line. I'm not going to-ooh-moooh! she groaned, a loud moo escaping her mouth involuntarily, her voice starting to be tinged with a country accent she was fighting to keep away. The seams of her top and her dress were slowly creaking underneath the pressure from her changing body.
Thread: Milk is Good for Growing Bodies!  A Kotep-Survivor RP

With the sharp clap of hooves on tile, the customer's fancy shoes burst open, dropping her new, cow-like feet to the ground. Her muzzle pushed forward more, and Jessi spotted the beginnings of a tail trying to escape the confines of business skirt. Ah can't let you go, ma'am. Even if I did, how d'you expect to drive the way you are? She asked, her lips curled into a smirk. Sliding herself closer to the changing woman, she reached up and rubbed Rebecca's sensitive, swelling breasts through her tearing business suit. See now...doesn't this feel...good? She asked, giving those swelling orbs a soft squeeze.
Thread: Milk is Good for Growing Bodies!  A Kotep-Survivor RP

Nuh...no! she whined, arching her back as her skirt tore open, her rounded ass surging outward now that it was freed. Ah'm not gonna...not gonna be some dumb cow... she whimpered. Jessi had heard that the best thing for cranky cows was to give them a good milking, and the hand on Rebecca's breast was definitely wearing down her will. Yuh--ooohmmph, she groaned, biting her mouth shut as she began to moo again. Her top burst open, and the cow's breasts bounced free.
Thread: Milk is Good for Growing Bodies!  A Kotep-Survivor RP

With the satisfying sound of popping seams and rending fabric, Rebecca's skirt tore apart from her hips down, the dark fabric pooling around her new hooves. Her full, womanly body was now covered with a layer of blotchy, white and black fur. Her tail sprouted a thick tuft of black hair as it swept behind her. Jessi smiled, a little envious at the cowgirl's full breasts and hips, continuing to touch and squeeze those full, milk-filled breasts. Already, it seemed to be sapping Rebecca's will to escape. Soon, the only sounds coming from her mouth were low moos. The top of her business suit finally burst open, those heavy breasts exposed. Jessi rubbed the cowgirl's nose. It's okay, girl. She cooed, reaching down to clear away the torn fabric. Tossing it in the trash bin by the door, she snatched an empty pitcher from the bar. Ah know what'll make you feel better. She eased Rebecca down to her knees, kissing her on her full, soft lips. She placed the pitcher on the floor beneath Rebecca's teats, her fingers reaching down to grip the cowgirl's thick nipple. With a soft tug and a squeeze, a warm stream of fresh milk squirted into the pitcher. You just need a good milking...
Thread: Milk is Good for Growing Bodies!  A Kotep-Survivor RP

Bessy groaned as her knees hit the ground, her eyelids fluttering as her mouth hung open in pleasure, unable to make any noise but a happy groan as the milk splashed down into the jug, seeming to take her troubles away with it. This was nice, this place was a good place to stay and she'd be happy here. She'd never want to leave--why not? As long as she got milked she was a happy cow.
Thread: Milk is Good for Growing Bodies!  A Kotep-Survivor RP

Atta girl... Jessi smiled, continuing to milk the cowgirl's breast, the soft splashing of liquid in the pitcher hidden under Bessy's pleased lowing. She leaned in to kiss her again, shifting her position so that she was beside Bessy. Doesn't this feel good? She asked her, even though she knew what the answer would be. Using the hand that was not milking, she reached down and squeezed Bessy's new hips and rump, sliding her fingers around her thigh, caressing it. You'll be happy here. No more cares, just someone to milk you, and all the greens you can eat... She blushed a little. Would you like me to be your milker? She asked, easing her fingers up to rub close to the cowgirl's sex.
Thread: Milk is Good for Growing Bodies!  A Kotep-Survivor RP

Mooooh... Bessy moaned softly, shuddering and leaning gently against Jessi while the girl relieved the pressure in her breasts. Oooh...yeah that sounds real nice. Yer a good milker, she said, smiling and giving the girl a kiss on the cheek. She shuddered and moaned hotly as she felt the fingers slipping near her folds...
Thread: Penthouse 1-B. Ms. Genevieve

Ms. Genevieve Leveque of dual nationality, French and British, born in France, and raised in England. She acquired her money, as she was quite wealthy, the old fashioned way, she grew up with it and inherited it. The Leveque's had made their money in the European railways back in the late 1800's. Of course, millions can turn into billions over time. Her grandfather was a lucky sort and gambled a good deal of the family fortune in stocks and other commodities and did in fact parlay those investments into the hundreds of millions. Genevieve's dad managed the money well and kept the family in the greatest amount of wealth it had ever seen. Genevieve had an abnormal childhood one would suppose, being waited on hand and foot and always having things done for her. She entered the Sorbonne at 16 and studied art and history before getting her masters in Finance at Oxford by the time she was 23. She then received a phD at Harvard in the United States in Economics. Genevieve Leveque, never married and found that she was very promiscuous girl. Her interest in sex lead her to many of the underground BDSM places and she partook in some training while there. She eventually became a Mistress and was very successful in that career. Now she was looking for the next step, a new adventure. She had heard about Le Hotel Magnifique from a friend and it piqued her interest. Men being feminized she had heard. Held within the Hotel and Casino walls like prisoners. Held against their will. It was time for Ms. Genevieve to come to this Le Hotel and see it for herself. Of course, she had some secrets of her own. A flight across the Atlantic...a ride in a town car...Ms. Genevieve has her luxurious fur coat on and fur hat on. She lets the cabdriver take her bags to the bellboy and her belongs roll in not far behind her. She tips the cab driver 50 and proceeds to walk to the front desk. She stands there awaiting for some service....
Thread: Penthouse 1-B. Ms. Genevieve

Finally I am brought up to the apartment by the bell girl and she opens the door to Penthouse 1-B. She then hands me the key and leaves... Now that the place is mine for the next six-months, I take a look around.... This living area is very nice, very comfortable...the I pass the grand staircase... ...that leads to the second level...then I walk into the other living area...
Thread: Penthouse 1-B. Ms. Genevieve

wow this place is cool, as Paul walks in and see all the great things around me, i see a madam with huge tits...yes!!!!!!!! damn but theres something about her i cant really tell, but she is powerfull!
Thread: Penthouse 1-B. Ms. Genevieve

I had just entered my new penthouse, when suddenly there's a renegade in my midst.... Who are you dear boy and what business do you have here?
Thread: Penthouse 1-B. Ms. Genevieve

she comes up to me in her powerfull outifit, holding restraints, with her big tits out and a powerfull look.....ummm, hi, i am paul maam...and you? as i wait for her answer, i think to myself, wow, this women is hot, i'd let her sit on my head..... i'd lick her boots like a submissive business man paying for it...... i'd eat her ass and grab her giant cock while i let her shove her ass in my face...wait, COCK??? what the FUCK? i'd smile like a blue eyed school girl and glady try to fit it all in my mouth! wait, no way, i cant be thinking this.... i imiedietly fall down to my knees like a tranvestite prostitute and hold my lil cock like a cock sucking bitch.......wait, what am i saying...fuck that!
Thread: Penthouse 1-B. Ms. Genevieve

I'm Ms. Genevieve, Paul. With a special cell phone in hand, I am able to secure the front door and all windows so that you cannot leave...I think to myself, like the black widow spider this little man is my prey and he will be mine now.... You have entered my penthouse uninvited. I could call the police and have you arrested and thrown in jail, or I could spare you. If your willing to have me spare you then you will do as I say. Now that you are on your knees before me, I want you to start by licking and kissing my boots, NOW!
Thread: Penthouse 1-B. Ms. Genevieve

i see her big tits, and my cock gets so hard, and i bow to her and start licking.... ooc-for real have to pull it out now....lol
Thread: Penthouse 1-B. Ms. Genevieve

I kick you with my heels lightly... STOP! You have a lot to learn little man! I unravel the piece of leather that shrouds by 15 cock....its enormous and right in front of your face....I sprinkle some fairy dust on it.... Okay little man, next I want you to suck my cock! You are to keep sucking it until I cum in your mouth! If you refuse, I have my ways and will capture you and bring you into my dungeon. You don't want to go there. Its like a hell on earth. I will not think twice about using extreme torture techniques. And my two guards, which I can call out here with my special cell phone at anytime will come out here to deliver you to that dungeon! SUCK MY COCK NOW LITTLE MAN!!! OOC In your next entry, as you do as I say, you should begin to magically transform into either a sissy girl or a full-fledged girl - you decide. Describe if you have big breasts, etc. and show a pic of yourself.