Dummy Den

Imagine a dynamic that uses your denial against you, mandating denial for you by forcing you to have a unique orgasm with each and every release you earn, making you worse and worse each time you're allowed to cum.

Maybe you'll get lucky the first few times. I make you cum giving you head, fingering you, fucking you normally, using a vibrator on you. Then it gets a bit less typical. Making you use a dildo on yourself while you gag on my cock, or touching yourself while I jerk off onto your face. Weeks pass until you can finally cum from having your ass fucked,

Maybe you'll have to agree to accept a new twisted form of forced orgasm in order to cum. Finally agreeing after extended denial and teasing that leaves you feral enough to actually want me to experiment on you. Or maybe I won't give you a choice at all, forcing you to undergo new, twisted humiliations whenever I feel like making you cum. It could be weeks before I force you to try something new for me, weeks before you're finally denied enough to orgasm how i want you to. Or I could make you do it multiple times a day just to see how fucking pathetic you can get for me in a short period of time.

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Malformed Merge!

A series where Star and Gabby accidentally merge with each other following a horrible teleporter incident! For Shadowxx25!

Angelic and classically empty.

Before coming here ✨

You are a good boy.

Good boys submit.

You are a good boy.

Good boys submit.

You are a good toy.

Good toys submit.

It all seems like innocent fun until you find yourself with your hand down your pants, mindlessly scrolling and rubbing each and every minute. You'll find yourself softly humping anything you can stick between your legs.

One day every notification will make your cunt soaking wet and your brain blank, knowing we're using you for pleasure.

This is a requested prompt by a friend for a femboy who gets more than they bargained for in their pursuit for a hobby!

Please enjoy

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Gem had been getting bored lately. Their DMs were getting dry, the local dating scene was practically dead these days, and any social club and gathering just seemed to vanish in the last five months. With nothing more left to see, they decided to check out the local game store! (Ooh a femboy entering the nerd store! How dirty~)

The door rang with that cheap electronic speaker these old shops all installed. Gem walked and explored the first few shelves of merchandise, going over board games and the cheap toys you see in all those influencers on YouTube buy along with some pins and keychains. They continued on a little deeper into the store, going past the booster packs and anime figures and instead making a b-line right to the one item that got their heart racing. It was the gunpla and mini figurines section, an embarrassing hobby they had done their best to hide from their friends in fear of being seen as an outcast.

They were so engrossed in the inventory on display, the one employee on staff was completely unnoticed before clearing their throat and catching the attention of the newcomer. “Hey there, welcome to my shop! Don’t forget to grab a bite to eat while you look around!” Gem nearly jumped out of their skin and spun around to see the worker smiling and shook their head a little before responding, “you serve food here as well?” They asked before taking another whiff of the atmosphere and finally smelling the deep fried goods hiding in the back.

After a glance down to their waistline and pinching a roll, Gem sighed and drooped a little before a growl had emanated from their belly. Upon hearing that and seeing the melancholic look on the new shopper, they booked it to the back and started putting a lunch tray together. Rolling back out from the kitchenette, tray in one hand and a beer in the other hand, they set it down on a table and pat a chair “first meals free with purchase of a model set!” Being one to never skip out on a good deal, Gem parked their ass right in a folding chair and started digging in. The curly fries were perfectly crispy, the smash burger was dripping with just the right ratio of grease and sauce, and the beer was perfectly chilled. Each bite left a small mark on their body in the form of a bloated gut on their first visit.

With one meal finished and a gunpla kit in hand, Gem was burping and hiccuping on their way home from the shop. Smitten as can be, they were barely embarrassed by the scene they made in front of their growing crush! Gosh how could they just pig out in front of someone they met!? But that food was so good and the deal was even better! Once they were home though, almost everything went out of their mind as they got to their workstation and started on assembling the new kit. Like a person possessed, they meticulously separated each piece and splayed them out, connecting and assembling like a perfect machine. Though there was something weird behind the scenes here. Their shorts were getting just a bit more snug with each successful piece finished.

It was unknown to them now, but those kits were cursed! It would dull the owners senses and mind to their newfound gains when they started assembling them. They would feel compelled to finish them no matter how long it took them to do so. Once completed, the satisfaction from a job well done would be met with the desire to start another project, to go back to that shop and get just another meal, to stay and hang out more, to order more food each time. It was going to be a fun journey!

In the most recent visit to the shop, gem was offered to stay after closing for them to build their kits in a more private and focused space. The cook and shop owner knew what was going on since they last saw their new patron, yet another budding prodigy in the making~. Of course the after hours shop came with catering service for the V.I.P as to ensure they wouldn’t have to break focus on their crafts. The cook was working overtime to make sure they had enough to serve gem as they went to crafting.

Anytime they came back to the workshop they’d spot a few extra inches on their ass or waist, more blubber had found its way to their curves. A shiver of anticipation runs down the cooks spine while they wheel in another cart of curly fries and boneless wings sauced up to the point they’re swimming in it. At some point they just ended up feeding gem, focus unbroken but they were constantly scarfing down whatever they felt press against their lips as they continued to piece together kit after kit. The growing tightness of their cloths had gone completely unnoticed even when they ripped right open after hitting 300 pounds. Belly plopped down onto their lap, hips now overflowing and prompting the need for a second chair to be slipped under them. They swiped their forehead as they felt a bit of sweat dripping down, not realizing that an even layer was starting to coat their entire body as they continued to eat more of the grease laden food was being pushed past those perfectly lubricated lips. When the cook would reach down and massage the growing cauldron of a gut, Gem would release a shelf shaking burp before returning back to their hypnotic focus on kit crafting.

It wasn’t till they exhausted the shops inventory of incomplete kits, that they would finally take notice of their now massive body. Concern starts to flood their senses as they try to move but fall right back into the chair that had nearly stuck to their sweaty ass, knees not ready to handle that load. Panting and huffing, they look to the cook and realize a little more of what was going on as they see the cart next to the cook and their sauce stained hands, “what the fuck did you do to me?!” They shout to them. Our cook nearly jumps outof their skin when shouted at like that, turning to Gem with the leftover sauce bowl and slowly walking towards them. “What did I do to you? Not a damn thing. You’re the one who wouldn’t stop working on all those kits. Did you think that was gonna be free to go through all my inventory?” They ask, pressing a knee down between Gems leg while their belly pushes down into it. “Did you think you could just come back here and do all the work you wanted without consequences? Did you think you were gonna eat all my food and just walk out of here? Oh no, that’s not how this works.” They grab Gem by the hair and pull their head back and make them drink the sauce while slowly grinding against their gut

“You just happened to trigger my anti theft system is all. At first it was just the model kits, they’re a little special back here, turns out they come with a side effect of expanding ones waistline. Never learned why but I’m not complaining~.” They moan into Gems ear when they hear how much they’re struggling to keep pace with the sauce. “The second one was activated the moment you lost any self control and kept on making them. It’s just a little protocol I had installed to deter any folks from thinking they can do whatever they want.”

Gem was now panicking as they felt their belly continue to bulge out with every swallow, legs continuing to swell with fat. Soon the fattening bubbles up towards their arms and chest, feeling them soften up like clouds but heavy as lead. “Mmm, mmph!” They moan when their biggest crush is now slowly grinding against their gross body.

Liam was wandering around outside the club he just got kicked out from for being too intoxicated. The night was only young at 1:04am and Liam wanted to stay out so he decided to take a little rest out back to regain himself.

About 2 minutes later and he started to walk back to the main street but he bumped into someone on the way back.

"Sorry mate, didn't see you there" Liam apologised, rubbing his eyes.

"No bother. Was hoping to meet someone tonight..." The man responded, smiling back.

"Woah.. what's that... thing??" Liam asked, stepping closer for a closer look.

"What do you mean?" The man responded, putting a confused look on his face like a mask.

"That... tail?" Liam pointed at it, and took a step back, scratching his head. He wasn't that drunk surely?

"Think you're imagining things boy..." The man stepped closer, and Liam felt a pull between them, nothing like he'd ever felt before.

Liam took a step forward again and talked to the man for a couple minutes before he suggested Liam came back to his place so they could talk properly. Liam agreed with little hesitation, still fuzzy in his head.

An hour later, they stepped out of a taxi and Liam walked up to the man's apartment.

"What's your name anyways?

"Sigurd. Come inside now, I'll get you a drink."

Sigurd handed Liam a glass of water which he downed instantly. The ride to Sigurd's apartment was long, and there was a strange smell in the taxi that seemed to linger in Liam's mouth.

Within seconds, Liam's head grew heavy and he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and fell asleep.

While Liam was sleeping, Sigurd couldn't help but smile. He loved this part, where he was waiting for his prey to awaken. They never know what's about to hit them...

Three hours passed before Liam woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he tried to move. But he couldn't. He was stuck. Paralysed.

Sigurd sat opposite, admiring his catch.

"Wh-whats happening?" Liam quivered, trying to get up and run.

"Everything is falling into place" Sigurd responded, stroking one of his tails, "see, they were real all along, you shouldn't have doubted yourself. he laughed.

"Someone will notice I'm missing, you won't get away with what you're planning!"

"Heard it a thousand times before. Never stopped me. Now. shall be begin" Sigurd softly said across the room, before taking a big breath in and...

ppppffffttttttt

Thick, green, gas came pooling out from behind Sigurd and a foul stench filled the air. Sigurd couldn't hold back his cackling as the gas filled the air, "oh I love this part..."

Liam couldn't hold is breath any longer, the foul smell began to find its way into his nose and his mouth, infecting his entire body.

Liam's body twitched and spasmed as more and more gas entered his lungs. Not long after, a black and white fur blanked wrapped its way around Liam's body, encasing him whole, keeping him trapped.

"That's right Liam... let my stench take over your body. You will soon be mine. You will soon join me and my subjects and we will take over this town one man at a time."

Liam's eyes were fully rolled back into his head now, he was barely conscious the the world around him, all he could smell was the foul stench of Sigurd, and all he could hear were Sigurd's words.

But inside his mind... Liam was trying to fight it, he was trying a shard as he could to move, to yell out, anything to save himself. But it was no use...

"I guess you'd like to know, why you? Why did I choose you to become one of us? The greatest thing is. I didn't. He did..."

Sigurd stepped aside and a man came wandering around the corner.

"Remember him?" Sigurd jeered.

Liam managed to make a slighting grunting sound, after recognising the man as someone he met while inside one of the clubs. They got talking, had lots of drinks together, but he disappeared when Liam went to the toilet.

Now that he was remembering more, Liam did remember how he started to feel even drunker after the man left him and he finished his drink...

"I had Troy here seek a mate out himself, yesterday, he was in your position. And now he needs someone to be with, roam the night with. And he chose you. How romantic. He's very new to this though, hence why he's still dressed in the clothes he was wearing where I stole him from after his basketball game. But that's something you can do together."

Liam eventually loses consciousness altogether and collapses to the ground.

"Ugh... I hate it when this happens. So weak. Troy... Finish him off and go take him to get changed before coming back." Sigurd demanded, heading out back into the night.

"Yes Sir" moaned Troy, stepping closer to Liam, pulling his face up by the chin and staring into his eyes...

The way Troy's eyes glowed as the smell continued to seep into Liam's system was making Liam feel so ethereal. He didn't even feel like he was inside his body anymore. The pleasure was building and no more thoughts about running were invading his mind.

"Come with me my new mate. We must make ourselves presentable for our Master and finish you off completely."

Troy pulled Liam to the next room, shut the door and a faint...

pppfffttt

could be heard from the other side.

20 minutes later, Troy emerged from the room, dressed in a luxury suit, not long followed by Liam who steps out looking exactly the same, with an added tail on his back.

Liam's transformation is complete and he couldn't be happier.

Liam and Troy can't hold their excitement any longer and gave into their instincts, embracing one another into a tight kiss.

Sigurd watches from a distance, gleeful at his most recent transformation, taking in the fumes that Liam and Troy were letting out in excitement.

Soon... all the men of the city will become one of them...

Karezza

(Habitual and Glorious) - Blissful sexual intercourse, "Devoid" of the wasteful explosive male ejaculation… His precious sexual energy and lustful hunger is Deftly and Adroitly Perpetuated - NOT Wasted!

Rock Hard, Edged Cocks Are "Stunningly" Beautiful, As Long As They are 8" or Larger!

Praise Him Every Time He Doesn't CUM...

For the third day in a row he found himself strapped down to the bed, his dancing un-caged fully erect cock unable to escape her teasing caresses - her slow, sensual licks... the warm velvety softness of her wet delicate nursing mouth... Sublime "Paradise"

Surely - he felt the Viagra (she had force fed him earlier) fully saturating his blood stream... His face was flushed his heart pounded, each beat synchronized with the aching pulsing throb in his ecstatic monstrous erection.

For hours - his virile "secured" body, had been subjected to this searing pleasure... she would leisurely arouse him to a feverish pitch - AND then... leave him there... Trapped... Teetering... Tortured with unreal pleasure that built to a frantic level, but never relieved...

His erect manhood - So hard and throbbing - it felt as if it would burst... Balls So full he could feel his agonizing need to cum in every fiber of his being...

And now, she was it it again, masterfully... Oh god, he was so close... His cherished climax was right there and he needed it so bad... His body was quivering, shaking, muscles straining, as he tried to find some way to get over the "edge". My god, how was it humanly possible to be this close to erupting but unable to get there??

But of course, she was far too skilled to ALLOW that to happen. So, instead of feeling the merciful, pleasurable explosion of ejaculation - he was left panting in frustration, as even more pent-up cum was denied release - left with no choice but to recede back into his already impossibly full balls, filling them up even more.

As she delightfully gazed at him with utter adoration, savoring his superb, hyper-desperation, she teased, "What's the matter, baby?... wanna cum?... has your grand elated cock had enough?... do you wish instead it was locked back up in your chastity cage?... hmm?"

She chuckled gleefully as he nodded his head vigorously.

"I'm sorry honey, but you can't just nod your head. You have to tell me - what it is - that you want."

She smirked - while nothing but garbled muffled sounds escaped through his gag. "Baby, you're going to have to speak more clearly. I can't understand what you're trying to tell me. Enunciate, my sweet precious boy."

As he desperately tried to plead with her to put his aching, over aroused (magnificent) cock back into his cage, she had to fight to keep from giggling... Eventually she simply said, "Sweetheart, I'm sorry, but I can't understand a word you're trying to say. That's okay, let's just keep doing what we're doing... Besides, there is no way you will ever fit into your cage right now, unless of course - I Ice you down first... But then - you will just be Frozen SOLID..."