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She gave herself to him then, milk pouring out of her into his waiting gullet. He squeezed her hard with his hand, and her rubber teat responded, pouring more of the frothy white liquid into him. Rebecca was suffused with an utterly new feeling, a glow, for every human touch was pure pleasure to her. She was nothing but rubber, milk and sensation, and she loved every second of it. She moaned silently. Imagine what it must be like for Liz. Imagine if on the day since you read that story, you were arrested and every day up untill now was spent immobilized and isolated in in heavy bondage. If every experience you had since then was instead replaced by darkness and isolation. All that time wasted as you are trapped, unable to do anything and absolutely miserable.
Sorry that this is a work in progress I needed to post this so I can remember to actually do something with the idea I had😭) Series Anthro frog TF, permanent TF, mental changes, egg laying) Language: English Words: 15,213 Chapters: 5/? Comments: 5 Kudos: 63 Bookmarks: 6 Hits: 2,238 Can I help you?" came a voice from behind her. Rebecca turned to see a young salesgirl with blue hair and a dog collar smiling pleasantly at her. She was aware of only one even vaguely uncomfortable sensation: a dull ache in her chest. She looked down and realized her breasts had swelled considerably. They felt heavy. She longed to be touched. Then bearded man placed his hand on one swollen globe and squeezed the nipple. Fire shot through her, and she found release as the nipple began steadily spurting milk, which the man caught in his glass. He released her nipple when the glass was full, raised his hand as if to toast her, and drank. She watched herself disappear into his mouth, watched his Adam’s apple work to gulp her down, and she wriggled in satisfaction. It was then that she realized what she had become. Some hybrid of person and catsuit and cow, a kind of rubber milkmaid in some cutting-edge bar.Fiction Writing | Blog Writing | Creative Writing | Essay Writing | Letter Writing | Poetry Writing | Technical Writing | Story Writing Had it just been one of her hallucinations? Or maybe it was a nightmare? Elena would never really throw her away like that, would she? You see my dear," he went on, "I am slowly turning you into a rubbergirl. A living breathing hybrid of human and rubber. I set up the store you so gleefully entered to fund and act as a front for my experiments, and to find semi-willing victims. I am here to make your wildest fantasy come true—whether you like it or not." She slowly came to. She could barely think of herself as Rebecca now. She could barely think at all. She just felt. This is NOT going to be a romance. My character Ragaeli is aromantic. The premise starts under the assumption that he and Y/N are good friends.) Language: English Words: 113,771 Chapters: 11/14 Comments: 7 Kudos: 19 Bookmarks: 2 Hits: 1,245
Oh? Did you really think I was here to release you?” Elena taunted. “Hahaha. Pathetic. Of course, you always were a pathetic little slut. I was planning to just suffocate you with a plastic bag and throw you in some landfill, but then I realized that is exactly what you were expecting. That’s what you wanted, and you need to understand Liz, if someone displeases me like you did, I’m not going to give them what they want.” Horror Writing | Screenplay Writing | How To Write | Write Books | Read Write | Writing Tips | Writing Tools | Writing Community Liz didn’t know when it was when she heard a noise that sounded like metal grinding against metal. Her last meal could have happened minutes or hours before. She initially dismissed the sound as being one of her many hallucinations, but soon after, she was suddenly blinded by an intense light. With how long she had spent in darkness, it took her eyes several seconds to adjust to the light. As they did, she noticed the door to her cell was opened, allowing light from the hallway to pour into her cell. Witches are territorial and innately selfish. They do not like to live with other witches, or often even form intimate relationships with them. A witch will take a familiar or even a human as a partner long before they take another witch. He had partly expected something white and strappy, an outfit to match Oma’s strange uniform. The thing in the box was heavy, a bulky coat in some sort of brown, fleecy material. He grunted as he pulled the item from the box and let it unfurl with a heavy whup, the bottom hem low enough to strike the floor. “Ah, Oma-kun, it’s a little big.”Rebecca continued crying, but Meeks’ words echoed inside her. Was this what she wanted? Was this really the logical conclusion to her fantasies? Her sense humanity railed against what the doctor was saying, but some dark part of her could not help but listen, and craved more… I would like to thank everyone who read my storys and watched me since I first started posting. Whether you are a new fan of my work or a old one, thank you. English is not my 1st language so I was unsure when I began, but since there I learned that my English was not as bad as I had thought and have worked to improve my writing even more. It feels great to someone who learned alot of the language through Youtube videos. So once again, thank you all. I hope you enjoy this story. It was pure torture. She wallowed in despair and misery. It would have turned her on in the past, but not now. Liz and Elena are OCs of . He is my biggest inspiration and the reason I decided to start writing and posting my work. This story even takes some inspiration from his wonderful Asuka comic.
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