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 No.226[Reply]

Girl Can Grunt
By Digital Circe

(woman to pig transformation)

Hi, this is Marissa! She might look like an ordinary fat pig, but she used to be something more. She used to be the most gorgeous, busty, apple-cheeked little redhead I knew. At least, until she pissed me off. Now she’s a fat breeding sow, and always will be. She probably doesn’t even remember her own name – after all, she’s just got a pig’s brain to work with. So how did this pretty girl end up joining the swine and realizing she was meant for it? Why don’t I tell you?

Marissa was great – hot, a body to die for, awesome in bed – but she was such a nag! And when she wasn’t nagging, she was using her beauty as a weapon, as though she deserved more out of life just because she had the face of a goddess. And it wasn’t just over sex – this girl was just manipulative, and it showed through in how she treated absolutely everyone. She’d been on bad terms with her family for a while when we met – and that made her ‘disappearance’ a little easier.

But more on her looks. Her legs went up forever, especially when she was wearing heels, to make a perfect ass of themselves. Speaking of which, her ass was like a pair of eggs bulging in a blanket, so perfect and round, with the best characteristics of both tightness and plumpness. That was a butt I liked to put my hands on, sometimes hard, and repeatedly. She wasn’t big on spanking though, or any sex game – and she’d turn completely frigid if I even suggested something she didn’t like, such as fellatio. Now, I’m a man who likes oral sex, but she’d act like her mouth was too good to even touch it. Fortunately for her, her new consorts aren’t so interested in what she does with her snout.

I decided with some deliberation that the slut deserved to become a pig. I’m sure plenty have other men have thought so about their bitchy girlfriends, and more than a few have thought it of her, but I’m a man of certain means, much to Marissa’s detriment. She deserved to be a disgusting fat sow, and a disgusting fat sow she would be.

I had put up with her attitude for over a year, and it was obvious she wasn’t going to change. I could have just broken up with her, but then she just would have dicked someone else over, and I’m proud – I didn’t want to admit I’d wasted so much of my life on her. Revenge seemed to be an easier way.

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 No.225[Reply]

"NATASHA MAXIMOV" by The SHEIK

An artistic endeavor by the fat lovin' SHEIK

Part 1

Ian Darkstone had two passions in life. Magic and fat women. He had discovered the joys
of both at a relatively early age. A carnival magician had left the ten year old Darkstone
mystified, and the resident 500 pound fat lady had just plain stupified him. The travelling
trickster had unlocked Ian's innate talent for solving and creating intricate "illusions" and
"Big Betty" had left her swollen image forver seared in his developing psyche.

It would probably not surprise you that Ian Darkstone grew up to be the premiere
magician of our times, as well as an unabashed admirer of large and lovely women. His
conquests of multitudinous plumpers, BBW's, and super-sized maidens was only eclipsed
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 No.223[Reply]

Posting a couple of my old stories since there may be some new members who might want to read em. It may even get me writing again, who knows?

Option 3
By: Badcompany8888


June 2008

Jack sat in front of the large metal desk. He massaged his temples trying to ease the headache that had developed. His eyes moved across the desk, studying each glossy photo that lay before him.

Frank sat behind the desk, studying his client. Frank had seen this happen time and time again: Boy marries Girl. Girl cheats on Boy. Boy has suspicions, but no proof. Boy hires Detective. Detective trails Girl and gets proof. Detective shows Boy proof. Boy’s heart is broken. What made this instance worse was that this was the fourth time Frank caught Jack’s wife over the course of a year and a half.

When Frank got into this line of work, he was hoping for real mysteries to solve. He wanted to be like Sherlock Holms, Magnum PI, or even Scooby Doo. But he quickly found that private investigation was 98% domestic bullshit. Following cheating husbands and wives. No kidnapers, no stolen items, and certainly no ghouls. Hell, in three years the only other thing he’d been hired to do was to find a pet bird.

“Goddamn bird,” Frank muttered.
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 No.224

2 weeks later… Wednesday August 6th

Jack put his key in the lock and entered his house, carrying the bags of food in with him. It had been 2 full weeks since Jack had seen his wife, and he was anxious to see if Rick’s treatments were working. She seemed different over the phone. Her appetite sure had changed. When Jack called she instructed him to stop at McDonald’s and get 3 Big Macs, 2 Apple Pies, and a supersize order of fries. She seemed excited that he was on his way home.

Questions bounced around Jack’s head. Was his wife still sleeping around? Jack didn’t need Frank to follow Beth anymore; Rick could get the truth out of her simply by hypnotizing her. But that meant he hadn’t had an update on Beth’s escapades for 2 weeks. What had she been doing for 2 weeks? And how did her appointment with Rick
go? Jack made his way to the bedroom. Beth was lying seductively on her side, wearing only a tight thong, and no bra.

Jack nearly dropped the bag of food. He had only been gone 14 days.

Her hair was still the same short, awful burgundy. Her little tummy had grown to a full blown pork belly. Her chubby thighs had turned into a set of saddlebags. When Jack left, Beth had D cups. Now they were reduced to what Jack guessed was a saggy B.

“Bring that food to momma,” Beth hissed, reaching her greedy hands outward. She obviously had no clue what had been done to her.

Still awestruck, Jack complied, sliding into bed next to her and unboxing one of her Big Macs. She took the burger and started munching. Every time she moved, her shrunken, floppy tities jiggled around a bit. Jack stared at them, remembering her once large, lovely breasts. Beth noticed his stare and guided his hand to her right breast. To Jack, it felt like squeezing a bag of sand. He rolled it about in his hand in amazement. Beth moaned with pleasure in response.

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 No.222[Reply]

A Clean Mouth
by Volt Namazuros




“God, this place is a mess….Jie?! Jie, get in here!”
I tapped my foot impatiently as I looked around my study; I could see fingerprints on the glass tabletops, there was dust on the mantle, and my brass, full length mirror looked absolutely filthy. I took a moment to straighten my skirt as I looked up and down at my reflection, making sure I looked presentable. I had been working at this firm for a year; as far as I was concerned, being a lawyer was the best job ever. I had the two most important things; respect and money. If my meeting today went well, I’d be looking at a huge raise, so I had to look nice….I sighed, sticking my small chest out a little, trying to display what I thought was a proper amount of cleavage.
Just a few seconds later I heard quick, light footsteps, and I turned around to greet my maid.
“What’s the matter, miss May?” Jie asked in her soft voice.
Jie had come to America from Asia a few years ago, and I had hired her early last year. She had done an…adequate job, I guessed. I thought it was a little embarrassing, to be honest; I was 24, three years younger than her, and I was her boss. Still, it was something of a rush to have someone around to clean and take care of things, especially someone as submissive as Jie.
Still, having an actual maid…it was quite the status symbol, and I liked bragging and showing her off. It wasn’t like my small home really needed one, even if I was always busy with work; it was just that I liked having her work for me. And she was especially popular at parties I threw, where the various men at my firm enjoyed her presence. She was really pretty, although it was hard to take her seriously; she had these ridiculous C cups, and they looked massive on her petite frame. I had always prided myself on my small chest; I didn’t need a couple of watermelons down my shirt to get ahead in life.
“Umm…miss May?” I was jerked out of my daydreams to look at Jie staring at me pensively.
I gestured around me, sighing. “Are you serious? How could you be this far behind? This place looks horrible!”
“I’m sorry, miss; I’ll make sure I take care of it,” she replied, looking down at the ground. “It’s just, I’m a little excited about my sister’s wedding tomorrow; I’m very anxious to go…”
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 No.220[Reply]

Wraith of Angels
By Simon :twisted:

BE, WG, Tattoo, Piercings, hair cut, and if people have a good idea this may exspand

Chapter 1 Meeting Samantha

Samantha Graham sat back in the large lounge sofa in her four star suite at the exclusive Barrymore hotel in the Caribbean. It had been a busy past few months. She finally had time to open the package that had been sent to her. She of course knew what is was, the first of what would be many offers from some of the bigger Cable News Channels. Offer that would soon land Samantha hosting her own investigative report show and maybe more.

Samantha had been building toward this, well something like this since junior high school. She had always excelled at being number one. Samantha sent her mind back to count all her achievements, Class president, Head cheerleader, Editor of the school paper, President of her Sorority, Honor roll, Valedictorian high school and college, She had gotten a academic scholar ship and majored in Journalism. All of this of course would have been impossible if it wasn’t for her guiding principal, “No Mercy”. She learned early to go for the throat and hold nothing back. She also didn’t mind using her charm and looks to get men to do what she wanted, all part of the all or nothing attitude, and why not she had a great body toned, tanned and young. She could even add being a real redhead too boot.

She hadn’t just done well in school Samantha had gone to work for a small respectable magazine, with too limited circulation for her taste, but it was one of many “Stepping Stones” in her “big plan”. She knew she needed something to kick off her career. She started with a few tell all about local politicians and minor celebrities. Her editor at the time told her she had talent but need to “spice” it up. Samantha realized, the old fart was right, but if she wanted the real dirt, and therefore the big story, she’d have to get her hands dirty and dig deep.

Samantha took her next exposé , for the throat, a “tell all” on a local senator and his extra martial affairs. She got a job in the campaign and after disposing of a few other volunteers and campaign workers, She found herself in deep enough to get the real story.. She noticed it only took a few bats or her eye, a little cleavage or a few carefully planted rumors to get past most obstacles. The story ruined the senators re-election chance and caused a nasty divorce but the important part was Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.221

Sorry this took so long but here the next installment of our story, thanks for taking a look and I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 3: Big Changes

As Samantha learned about her new life, she found her weekly checkup was the worst part. At the end of the first week the Angels finally washed away the dried substance. That had been the only thing covering her naked body. Underneath she found that her once beautifully tanned skin was now pale white. Gone was any trace of her once lustrous tan. She also found that the substance had removed any trace of her once luscious red pubic hair. Samantha body was now pale and hairless.

Samantha also noticed that her once firm body was now growing doughy. Her worst fears were realized when they put her on the scale and and it read 120 pounds instead of the 110 she had been since high school. She was in shock at the fact that she had gained 10 pounds in only one week and wondered how far they would allow her to go before allowing her to leave. The Angels took great joy in showing off the inches that have been added to her bust, stomach, and hips. Samantha also didn't enjoy the numerous photos they took of her from every conceivable angle.

She was still in shock from the changes in her appearance, when the Angels wield a large barber's chair into the small circle of light that had become her home. She felt a cold sensation passed on her spine as they pulled her over instructor into the chair. Barbering equipment was wheeled into the room and one of the Angels took electric clipper and began mowing through the sides and back of Samantha's hair. Then a straight razor was produced and the sides and back of Samantha's head were shaved smooth. Then the barber applied at thick and odorous cream to the sides and back of her head and eyebrows. It made the skin feel hot and after an hour was washed away. The barber inform Samantha that the treatment would leave her eyebrows, the sides, and back of her head permanently bald. Upon hearing this, Samantha could feel the tears welling up deep in her eyes and pouring down her cheeks.

As soon as the barber was done, another angel approached and to Samantha's horror it contained piercing items. The tray had a wide selection of rings, studs, and bars. The girl with the tray, took out a small syringe and injected a numbing solution into Samantha's ears, nose, eyebrows, nipples, and pussy. They started by stretching out her existing ear piercings and instalPost too long. Click here to view the full text.



 No.219[Reply]

Cash Cow
Mc, ff, fd, gr, lac

Comments welcome: cnopants@gmail.com

There was something satisfying about closing a sale. Certainly, a commission was nice. But closing a sale brought satisfaction that could warm a soul. Especially if you’re a door to door sales representative.

It takes a lack of certain ethical fiber to intrude upon the sanctity of another person's home with your merchandise, be it material or spiritual. That, and possibly an ideological certitude that your wares are important enough to be forced upon another. Whatever the motive, closing a sale always left a good taste in your mouth.

Girl scouts have it easy. Their wares are well advertised. Plus, folks love girl scouts and everyone loves their cookies. Girl scouts never get a door slammed in their face.

On a good day, Anna was lucky not to have more than ten shut before a single word escaped her lips. It didn’t get her down, though. But it can wear on the most stalwart salesperson.

Not Anna. Even on days when she didn’t make a sale (known as rolling a donut) Anna wasn’t the slightest bit put off. That’s because Anna had the two qualities that make a great salesperson: #1. A great product that she believed in. A product that she knew would make the world a better place just by sharing it. Even if it was just by one home at a time. #2. She lacked the ethical fiber that keeps most people from knocking on stranger’s doors.

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 No.213[Reply]

THE TRANSFORMATION BY ANONYMOUS Q
(Humiliation, adult baby, pseudo race / culture change, weight gain)


The HARKLORN CENTER FOR WOMEN .. A psychological hospital and research center located in a rural portion of New England. The tall yellow stone building, surrounded by a 15-foot tall chain link fence, resembled a medieval castle, originally it had been a medical school when it was erected back in the late 1800’s.

It was now a government sponsored mental health facility that had a classroom for disadvantaged females along with a staff of social workers to aid their clients in enrolling for public aid and various other benefits. There was indeed a small functioning hospital and research department.
Doctor Louise Devoux was the acting CEO, who made a name for herself in the study of the cause and effect of poverty on women.

Louise was an attractive, intelligent woman, an overachiever some might say (including herself), for she was still in her twenties.

Brown hair, delicate features and slim figure. Fashion model gorgeous her appearance opened many doors for her. And this was obvious when it came time to select somebody to run the establishment after the former CEO moved on. The only other contender was Doctor Jane Hena, an intelligent woman as well, though thought quite eccentric by Louise. Jane Hena was a plump middle-aged women with graying black hair and granny style eyeglasses, not especially attractive and dressed ridiculously frumpy. It was apparent why Louise was selected over Jane, even though Jane’s credentials were just as noteworthy.

It was a late afternoon when Louise was finishing her work and was about to take a four day weekend at a cozy ocean side resort in Maine.

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PART THREE

Over the course of the four day period Louise Devoux now Louise Doe was treated like any other patient of the hospital. This was quite humiliating for the vain, intelligent young woman, especially since her room was in the lower level. Patients in the lower level could never leave their rooms, were without phones and it was light’s out at promptly nine o’clock.

Her RN was a young trim African-American woman who ignored Louise’s rants about not belonging there and that she was actually a psychologist. Violet Washburn brought Louise her meals, bland hospital food with a glass of milk, and upon taking her vitals every morning, gave Louise sponge baths, though naturally sedating the patient first.

Four days later Violet walked into Louise’s room and sugary announced, “Hey sweet pea, your doctor will be in here shortly to see you.”

“Why can’t I convince you that I’m a psychologist myself and run this place”, Louise muttered before yawning,

Violet affectionately smiled, “Now don’t get upset, Miss Doe, you’ll be well taken care of.”

Louise sat upright in her bed, “Violet, Jane is crazy, she’s going to experiment on me. Please help me get out of here.”

Violet humorously snickered, “Dr. Hena, crazy? I’ll tell ya sweet pea, everyone around here thinks she’s marvelous! Give her a chance, you will too!”
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 No.215

PART FOUR

Kim stood along side the crib, a baby bottle in her arms while Wanda coated Louise’s ass with baby powder.

The nurses conversing over various trivial subjects, nothing pertaining to Louise Doe, previously known as Doctor Louise Devoux.

Louise impatiently listened to the drivel but finally irritably squawked, “How long will I be kept here?”

Wanda grabbed the overly large, plastic adult diaper, “Honey, interrupting adults while they talk isn‘t polite.”

“At least give me some real food, I’m getting tired of milk”, Louise said, nibbling on her thumb.

Wanda ignored Louise’s comment as she proceeded to diaper her, and instead resumed her conversation with Kim.

Once Louise was securely diapered, Kim gently handed Louise the bottle.
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 No.216

PART FIVE

Louise was given a schedule that was dutifully carried out by the nurses.

She was usually fed a breakfast of oatmeal and baby cereal and given a bottle that included hormones. Some TV before her nap and then another bottle.

Lunch included various kinds of baby food and bottles before and after.

Some free time in the playroom with Sesame Street on the TV, then a bottle before her nap.

Dinner, more baby food and a bottle of milk.

After dinner Louise was placed in an adult size playpen and given a bottle.

A little snack usually ice cream or pudding before bedtime which was at nine o’clock.
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 No.217

PART SIX

…..The days seemed to blend together for Louise. Eating, sleeping between watching mundane children shows that against her strong will were starting to become enjoyable.

Kim did start to treat her vaguely nice again after the incident where Louise knocked the bowl of baby food on her. Though she continued to get on Louise’s nerves with her relentless bragging about her popularity and beauty.

Wanda was much more sincere with affection and sometimes would treat Louise to candy bars and ice cream. Calling her little sister or Lulu.

Whenever Dr. Hena would make her visits, she would taunt her rival with comments about her weight, “156-pounds! Still getting enough to eat?” And her status as patient, “You’re progressing well, in a few months we’ll see about housing you in the main hospital.” And her potential, “We’ll give you an aptitude test and see about a career. How does garment maker or bathroom attendant suit you?”

~ A MONTH AND A WEEK LATER ~

Wanda was sweetly humming while diapering Louise, “Wanda is so proud of you, yes she is! Finishing two whole bowls of oatmeal and then a bowl of melted cheese and noodles.”

Louise giggled as Wanda patted her bloated tummy.
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 No.218

PART SEVEN

Louise sat against the side of her playpen, nourishing on a bottle while watching a cartoon program on TV. The prestigious psychologist snorting between sips, questioning how much longer would she be trapped as a patient and treated like a child.
“If me not outa here soon, my brain will turn into mush”, Louise mumbled at one point.

Wanda entered the playroom, humming out loud, and wiping the drool from Louise’s lips before picking up the empty bottle.

“Dr. Hena said you can have a little time in the recreation center”, Wanda announced, “Lulu want to go bye-bye!”

Louise’s expression soured, leaving the confines of the nursery and being put on display in front of other patients wasn’t at all amusing to her.

Kim came to Wanda’s aid in preparing Louise for her outing.

They put her brown hair into pigtails and dressed her in a frilly pink top and a fresh plastic diaper.

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 No.212[Reply]

"Controlling" by Jared86 - Weight Gain, Nerd, Mind Control

I created this story as a special commission. If you'd like me to help bring to life your idea, please give me a PM or get in touch with me via my web site. Enjoy the story.

Chapter One:

“Close your eyes,” Simon instructed, as he surveyed his class. The small group of mostly women complied, bowing their heads on the thatch mat in deep meditation. He studied their faces intently, deciding which pupil to select with great care.

Katie’s face was the least relaxed - her brow was furrowed and her eyelids fluttered, as though in a dream. Her face was cute, but her mousy brown hair was just a little plain, and the meditation robes made it obvious she was carrying an extra 15 pounds. Her slightly rounded shoulders visibly shook as she struggled to remain calm.

Simon walked as silently as he could and placed a piece of paper on her lap. He commanded his pupils to open their eyes, and concluded the session. Katie didn’t notice the note at first - but she caught it fluttering to the ground when she stood up. “See me in my office,” it read. She groaned a little, and then reluctantly made her way to Simon’s office.

“What’s this about?” she called out to Simon as she opened the door. The room was adorned with dark, gothic art and candles encased in skull shaped holders. She was taken aback by the ambiance, but continued forward.

“Shut the door,” Simon replied, and Katie did as she was told.
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 No.209[Reply]

Female insect transformations

 No.211

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Black widow to black widow spider



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 No.210[Reply]

Female donkey transformations


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