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Running Late (Breast Expansion Version)

[I]Jessie was running late to a meeting and decided and was very perturbed to discover the shortest route to her office had been barricaded off. She ignored the warning signs however, she did work for Lewd Brews after all, and headed down the hall anyway. There was a good reason the forbidden corridor was forbidden, however, as before Jessie knew it a set of horny breast expanding tentacles descended on the hapless feline. It's slimy tendrils ensnared the feline from head to toe, easily ridding her of her clothes and exposing her tight wet pussy, sexy firm rump, and full perky breasts.[/I]

[I]"Damnit!" The feline cursed, struggling with all her might against the teal invaders. Normally she wouldn't have minded a midday tentacle bukkake, but she really did need to make it to the quarterly board meeting on time! But it was no use. Looks like Jessie is going to make it to her meeting late, messy, and extra busty... assuming she makes it all![/I]

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At Lewd Brews it's imperative to follow all warning signs, as Even the most experienced employee become victim to an escaped pair of breast expanding tentacles or inadvertently trigger one of the magical anti theft system. 

Brittany's First Fetish (February Story Of the Month)

Hi everyone, sorry about my tardiness on February's SotM. Hope it was worth the wait! As usual a PDF available for better formatting for increased readability -Roush

As the owner of a sex shop lots of people assume that I’m some super kinky deviant with a taste for only the dirtiest of sex. 

In reality I don’t consider myself to be all that kinky, for course my perspective of ‘kinky’ had been warped over the years. My customers, as much as I like and respect them, can be into some really strange shit. In fact for a long time I didn’t get off on any kinks at all. It was my mate, Jessie, that got off on things things like whips, chains, or anal sex. For me good, old fashioned, kink-free sex was more than sufficient to get off on. 

Jessie on the other hand is the kinky one of our relationship. As a matter of fact, in our younger years while she tried not to show it, my vanilla nature irritated her a little. My adventurous little feline always felt the need to go to new places and try new things. Often while lamenting about our “boring” sex life, she would show me some ‘sexy’ picture or video hoping to spark my interest. I did try, if only out of polite interest, to get into what she showed me. Heck, I even saw the appeal to some it! But bondage? That seemed like too much work. Getting spanked? No thank you. And I could describe how grossed out I felt watching girls deep throat cocks, which was just the tip of Jessie’s very kinky iceberg. 

Admittedly Jessie’s adventurous spirit is one of my favorite things about her: there are tons of things I’ve done that I don’t think I ever would have tried without someone like Jessie to push me up off the couch and out into the world. But sometimes all the pushing in the world isn’t enough, and when her unstoppable force meets my unmovable stubbornness sparks would fly and after a while Jessie finally gave up. 

But, around the time I started college things started to change, and admittedly opening Lewd Brews had a lot to do with it!

You see once I started selling my potions people, people I’d known for my entire life and complete strangers, began approaching me and sharing nearly every dirty thought they’d ever had so I could concoct a potion or craft a spell to fulfill their deepest fantasies. Honestly most of it was pretty tame: guys wanting bigger dicks, girls after bigger tits. In fact people often came to me with far much too much detail, as I really didn’t need to know how much you loved having your girlfriend fart in your face to brew a flatulence inducing potion. Each kink and every fantasy I encountered seemed more extreme than the last and suddenly Jessie wanting to tie each other up didn’t seem that bad. It was way better than shitting in her mouth! But the most eye opening was my favorite teacher, Mr. Halpert, confessing he wanted Ms. Beesly, my track and field Coach, to fuck him in the ass with a real cock. I was speechless for a long time, standing in awkward silence with poor Mr. Halpert looked as if he wanted to disappear through the floor, while I processed the information. I really couldn’t blame my English teacher, Ms. Beesly was a hottie: heck I even had my own fantasies about her. But even when the most mild mannered man I’d ever met had such wild fetishes I was starting to feel like the strange one for having no kinks or fetishes of my own. 

   Meeting Nathan in my senior year of high school was another big change to my sex life, which was sort of ironic when you consider Nathan isn’t all that kinky himself. Matter of fact, I’m pretty sure he’s happy with old-school missionary and cuddling in the afterglow, and mostly embraces kink for my and Jessie’s benefit. However, before meeting Nathan, I was a proud lesbian: I’d only crushed on other girls and Jessie and I had been dating since the 9th grade. Crushing on Nathan, a man and not to mention a Fur of my own size, and fantasizing about sleeping with him opened an entire world of possibilities. Still, I didn’t go gaga over cock like some girls did and even fairly tame heterosexual intercourse for most couples didn’t appeal to me: I didn’t really want to give Nathan any blowjobs. Luckily Nathan, while disappointed, was a good sport about it.

“It’s not fun when your partner isn’t having fun anyway.” He reassured me. Nathan’s sexy body, impressive cock, and perhaps most importantly kind spirit made it a lot easier to want to experiment sexually. While I’m sure Jessie, who was more than happy to give Nathan blow jobs, made it easier to bear the disappointment Nathan’s acceptance of my anti-blowjob feelings made him all the more attractive in my eyes. Guy’s that had tried to get with me in the past had all seemed far to pushy or like total pushovers. Nathan was just sexy and confident with himself, creating an atmosphere that made it comfortable to explore and before I knew it I was chasing after my first kink: cum inflation.
 

    It was January 2012. I had just launched lewdbrews.com, effectively turning my hobby/job for “soda money” from no more than crafting small batches of potions for friends and weirdly open family members, into something much bigger. A guy emailed me asking for a cum inflation potion, something I’d never heard of before, and a link to his personal Tumblr that was composed of nothing but cum inflation. 

Cum inflation was a sort of strange kink to start off with I suppose, particularly for a girl that didn’t like to give blowjobs because: “boy cum is gross!” But I was drawn to it right away: firstly I loved fulfilling fetishes that were impossible without my magic. It made me feel happy to fulfill people’s desires like that: powerful yet helpful. But, on a personal level I was drawn to it like nothing I’d encountered before. Usually I hated guys that sent me entire galleries of porn instead of just telling me whatever the hell it was they were looking for, but browsing through picture after picture: some hand drawn others very carefully photoshopped, of girls with their bellies practically bursting with cum turned me on: way more than I ever would have expected. Each of them looked strangely peaceful, their faces slack and looking strangely peaceful with satisfaction. 

My brain started churning, working at a rapid fire pace. What would it be like to have Nathan fuck me so hard that I became round and full with his cum? Would a big old cum belly feel as sexy as it looked? So I started working a new potion right away, brewing for myself in the first time in ages: which felt good! I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed magic, and how rewarding it was to stand back at the end of the day and feel like you’d just accomplished something. And accomplish something I did! By the end of the week I had a small pink vial that shimmer brightly with magical energy: it’s kinky, eldritch power waiting to be unleashed. Feeling like I could explode with excitement and arousal, I glanced at the clock and realized that Nathan wouldn’t be home from work for a couple more hours. Dejected by this temporary road block I flopped down on my bed and without really thinking reached down into the hem of my panties and started playing with myself. I stared at the potion I’d brewed, contained in it’s little vial, sitting innocently on my desk. As I lay on my bed, eagerly awaiting Nathan’s arrival, I could almost feel the large, gravid belly I was about to receive from Nathan. Thinking about how good his heavy, fat cock would feel pistoning in and out of my pink pussy. Even now, after dating for a little over a  year, sometimes it was strange to think about having sex with a man…. But damnit all if it didn’t feel right.

     “Brittany!” Nathan called loudly, causing me to awake with a start. Apparently I’d fallen asleep after orgasming: my fingers still wet with my own girlcum. 

My eyes flew open in surprise, blinking as the weak winter sun peeked through the blinds right into my drowsy eyes. Although I wasn’t feeling very sleepy for long, Nathan was home! I shook myself awake in a very dog like fashion before scampering through the door with feral-like excitement. Nathan was standing in the small foyer of our apartment, struggling to untie his boots in the cramped space his head scraping the ceiling. Even our apartment, supposedly purpose built for Furs our size struggled to accommodate him.
 

    “There’s my girl, Nathan said, looking at me with a smile that made my heart swell with happiness. 

     “Much better now that you’re home.” I responded with a cheesy smile of my own, feeling all flustered. I leaned in, giving him a big old hug and a submissive lick on his lips, just like I always did when feeling affectionate. “Come with me, I want to show you something.”
 

    “Show me something?” Nathan asked me with a weak, tired voice. “Oh, babe, can’t it wait until I’ve had a shower?”
 

    I sniffed the air and smiled, a crooked doggy grin passing over my lips. “You smell just fine to me!” I said with a chipper tone and teasing tail wag, my bushy husky tail swishing behind me with excitement. “I’d say you smell sexy even.” 

Nathan shot me a confused look. Obviously a nice, clean smelling man was arousing and I didn’t really understand the whole musk fetish myself. Having said that, there was something just so… rugged about Nathan’s scent after coming home from work. The smell of two stroke exhaust, dirt, and sweat was a surprisingly intoxicating… of course I’d worked myself up into quite the fervor so I’m pretty sure Nathan could have turned me on smelling like literal trash. I pressed my hefty bust against his broad, muscular chest and ran my finder down his strong arms towards his crotch.
 

    Now Nathan had his eyebrow cocked, curiously. It seemed my poor, exhausted mate had finally figured out what I was after, but probably wasn’t used to me being so sexually forward: confusing him slightly. Jessie was the one that usually initiated all the sex in our household. A big goofy smile started to cross his face when he started to become assured that I wasn’t just teasing with him. He took my paw and allowed himself to be guided to our bedroom where the scent of sex still lingered from my solo session earlier. 

“All right then…” He said, feeling refreshed his energy renewed. He seemed excited about what was to come, his eyes bright and wide with anticipation, and yet a little sheepish.  “What did you want to show me.”
 

    With a smile and a wink I took him by the paw and led him down the hallway, making sure to give him quite the show as I sashayed my hips and wiggled my ass playfully. I guided Nathan into the bedroom where I presented him with the fruits of my labor.
 

    “What is this?” Nathan asked warily, eying the small pink vile with, as much as I hated to admit it, well founded suspicion. Poor Nathan had witnessed the many missteps I’d taken by honing my craft experienced by myself and Jessie. He’d even paid the price himself a few times. Luckily there had never been any lasting damage, but Nathan had been in bondage for a few hours after my magical “self binding ropes” had accidentally activated and placed him into a hog tie until I’d gotten back from class.

     “A potion I’ve been working on.” I answered, being inadvertently vague with my excitement taking away any eloquence. My tail felt like it might fling itself off my body, surrounded by a halo of red and white fur, illuminated by the sunlight streaming through my bedroom window as it peaked from around a passing cloud. I felt a huge rush just looking at Nathan right now, tingling from head to toe.  
 

    Nathan gave me a long, uncertain look, I could tell my clandestine description had done little to increase his confidence. 

“Just, trust me?” I asked with a whimpering tone.
 

    “It’s not that I don’t trust you… it’s just that… all what the hell.” Nathan, I could tell he still had his reservations. But with his girlfriend practically begging for sex right in front of him, how could he really say no? He took the potion from my paws and removed the cork stopper and tossed it back in one swift movement. Smacking and licking at his lips thoughtfully as the potion slid into his gullet and began working. 

“Surprisingly tasty…” Nathan said, thoughtfully. “Although I had to be honest, I’m not feeling anything.”

“Oh, you aren’t supposed to… not yet anyway.” I answered reassuringly. “Supposedly citrus is supposed to help with potency.”
 

    “Male potency?” Nathan asked with a confused, slightly hurt look. I suppose you never want your girlfriend questioning your potency in the bedroom, then another look crossed his face as a more concerning thought crossed his mind. “Supposedly?”
 

    “Oh… you’ll see my sexy stud.” I said with a flirtatious smile. “Everything will be fine.” 

High on lust and lacking the words to speak I simply started removing Nathan’s shirt exposing his muscular chest beneath and running my hands down his furry sides. I ran my nose down his torso, between his muscular pecs and over his six pack, ruffling his thick fur as inhaled his sexy scent: drinking it in before finally ending up between his legs.
 

    “Jesus Brittany!” Nathan moaned in pleasant surprise.
 

    “Huh, I’m not sure if I even need to bother with the blowjob now.” I teased, caressing his throbbing member through his work pants, the fabric may have been heavy, but I could still feel his thick, turgid member straining for my touch. “You already seemed more than worked up enough.”
 

Nathan was literally speechless, staring down at me with his beautiful green eyes. I giggled, playfully, and quickly unzipped his pants and popped the button standing between me and Nathan’s package. His pants, pulled down by the his heavy “gardening utility belt”, as he called it, easily slid down his thick, muscular legs and piled at the floor around his feet. Nathan’s muscular smell was even stronger now, almost overpowering really, and I giggled playfully while reaching for his belt buckle and slowly releasing it. Soon Nathan’s pants, dragged down by the weight for the tools hanging off his belt, tumbled to the floor, his cock hanging through the little flap in his boxers. The room was tense, Nathan seemed unsure if what he thought was happening was happening and I was both excited and yet supremely nervous so before I could get cold feet I sprung into action. I lunched at Nathan’s dick and started licking it.

I had to admit: I was nervous and with a deep breath and before I could get cold feet I leapt into action.
 

    “Ouch!” Nathan yelped in pain. “Watch the teeth! Watch the teeth!”
 

    “Oh!” I squeaked meekly, feeling foolish for having let me teeth scrape Nathan’s very sensitive flesh. “I’m sorry!”
 

    “It’s ok…” Nathan gasped, catching his breath before flashing me an understanding smile.

Reassured by Nathan but having learned my lesson I cautiously continued. I leaned forward touching the very tip of Nathan’s cock to my nose and, much to my surprise, enjoying the scent. Part of my blowjob reluctance was an assumption that dicks where disgusting things. I mean… guys pissed through them for crying out loud, why would you want to put that in your mouth? But it smelled just like Nathan, just a little more so, and I loved Nathan’s scent. I felt a head rush and a shiver run down my spine as savored the masculine smell of my Mate. Bravely I slowly stuck my long, pink down out: caressing the underside of Nathan’s dick. It didn’t taste much of anything, perhaps just a hint of saltiness from perspiration. I advanced, placing Nathan’s cock into my warm wet mouth, and quickly discovered what was pleasurable about giving someone a blowjob.

“Yes…” Nathan breathed slowly before releasing a long shuddering moan as I used my mouth and tongue to work over his heavy shaft. His eyelids drooped, half closed, but he looked down at me with a lustful gleam to his eye that made me feel like the sexiest girl in the world. “That is a very good girl Brittany.” He grunted while stroking the back of my neck in a way that made my heart swoon and doubled my determination. All I wanted to do was please Nathan, make him feel like the sexy stud he was and show him how much I loved him. For the most part these where the emotions I felt during regular intercourse as well, but things felt so much more closer and intimate as I noisily continued worshipping Nathan’s shaft. 

“Easy girl.” Nathan coached. I’d attempted to deep throat him, but it was my first time and I soon began gagging on his massive cock head. It just didn’t want to slip down my throat. With exceeding gentleness Nathan grabbed the back of my head and slowly began pushing his cock forward. “Take a deep breath now.” He instructed. “That’s it, that’s my good girl.” His cock slipped into my throat as if it belonged there and Nathan dropped his hands, letting me resume my task. “By god!” He grunted. “You’re a real natural!”

Nathan began to near orgasm. I could see it in the way his fingers curled against the bed sheet and the way his breaths became slower, yet deeper. But there was a new sensation that I’d could only feel in the tightness of my throat: Nathan’s cock began to throb, slowly at first and then faster as orgasm mounted. My eyes screwed up, bracing myself for what was to come next! When suddenly…

“What in the hell are you two doing!?” 

TO BE CONTINUED… 

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Nathan's Girls (Nude)

Nathan sees lots of lustful comments aimed at Brittany and Jessie. He only has one thing to say... 

Nathan's Girls (Body Writing Alt)

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A Unfortunate Announcement

Good evening all. Regrettably I'm sorry to announce that February's Story of the Month is quite likely to be late, I just ran out of free time this month. (Stupid short month!) I feel as if I've betrayed your generosity by being late, but I don't think it's possible to deliver a quality story by Thursday and would much rather take an extra couple of days to do the story right. 

If anyone is going to cancel their patronage before March please shoot me a message. I'll be sure to provide you with the Story of the Month in the manner which is most convenient for you the moment it is finished. 

Thank you for your understanding, My expectation is to finish the story this weekend.

January Story (re upload)

So it appears I accidentally deleted January's story of the month. Sorry about that!

Pussy Licker (PBP #1)

Jessie loves her job as the manger of Lewd Brews, but that doesn't mean it isn't a big headache running a large million dollar company. Today an entire shipment of dildos have inexplicably disappeared, three workers called out sick, and a potion spill has incapacitated the factory crew. That's why it's good to have Natalie around as a little stress relief! 

"You're sure a good pussy licker for a cock hound." Jessie teases, gratefully smiling down at the muscular, busty canine between her legs tugging on the pink leash extra tight. Causing the slut pup to mean lustfully into her Mistress' wet snatch. 

Admittedly it's not hard to Dom the submissive slut pup but on a day where nothing seems in control or work the way it's supposed to it's nice to unwind with an obedient sex pet!

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So it was a three way tie between Brittany, Jessie, and Natalie for the first Powered By Patreon pic. Since Brittany is the focus of the upcoming SotM I broke the tie with Jessie and Natalie. 

The Gift of Giving

December 2018 Story of the Month: Gordon is a bad gift giver, but of all the bad gifts he’s bought his girlfriend, Robin, over the years a breast expansion potion ranks among the worst. Luckily Robin is a clever soul and decides to make lemonade out of lemons.

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The Gift of Giving:

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Robin loved her boyfriend very much. He was smart, sexy, funny, and (usually) quite kind and thoughtful. But her favorite trait about Gordon came with a downside: his excitement. Gordon was easily excitable and once he latched onto an idea he chased it with ferocity she’d never known in another person. Usually this was a good thing, but other times it worked against him and nowhere was this more obvious than the holidays.

Gordon was, and there was no kind way to say it, a terrible gift giver and always managed made holidays even more little stressful. It wasn’t that Gordon was selfish, far from it, he just got so excited when he saw something he liked he didn’t take the time to consider the if the person he was shopping for would be equally enthused. Case in point: last Christmas when he bought Robin one of his better gifts, a 3D printer. It was kinda cool, sexy even, to watch him tinker with the printer. Her man was in in his zone: nerding out over technology with his usual boyish enthusiasm. He opened the packaging with the zeal of a little kid on Christmas! Tearing into the box, overjoyed to set up his new toy, but that was kinda the problem. While Robin may have had gotten some second hand enjoyment from the printer (Gordon had actually made some pretty cool and even useful stuff for the apartment) it was a gift for her in name only. The printer was his toy!

If you needed further examples, there was the season pass tickets for the Seahawks he had bought for her birthday. At a glance the tickets made sense: you could even call them a thoughtful gift, for both Robin and Gordon really liked football and shared the Seahawks as their favorite team! But the couple where much too busy to make it to Seattle with any regularity and didn’t use the season pass on time. Furthermore Robin dreaded the idea of attending a football game with her boyfriend, Gordon often inadvertently ruined football by getting far too invested in the game. If the Seahawks lost it was a long, angry drive home while he stewed in traffic: grumbling sullenly about the ‘that hasbeen’ Pete Carrol or the ‘arrogant jerk off’ Kyle Shanahan. It wasn’t any better if the Seahawks won as Gordon, high on cheap booze and the thrill of victory, seemed to forget he was a scrawny, nerdy engineer and try to trash talk fans of the opposing team outside the stadium like he wanted to get his ass beat.

But Gordon had really outdone himself this year and easily had presented his worst gift yet. Yes, that was including the riding lawnmower he purchased her for their lawn-less apartment, still sitting dusty and with rotten gas in it’s tank along with all the other half baked projects Gordon had started over the years. 

At first Robin had been surprised, and perhaps even a little hopeful, when her boyfriend handed her a small box on Christmas morning. Usually his presents where quite elaborate and required much bigger boxes. When she had opened it, however, she was a little pissed off about what was inside. 

“It’s a breast expansion potion!” Gordon said, eyes bright with excitement, eagerly explaining what didn’t need to be explained. Robin just stared at him, giving him all the rope he needed to hang himself. “I figured it would be a fun way to… you know… change things up in the bedroom.” 

Robin was silent. If she thought real hard the rabbit supposed she could follow the logic of Gordon’s gift, after all she had been dropping subtle hints about staleness in their bedroom for sometime now: in fact it was, in a strange way… if you squinted real hard and turned your head sideways, it was almost sweet! But how on earth Gordon could have thought than a ‘breast expansion’ potion was a suitable gift for his girlfriend was beyond her, it wasn’t like she was even flat chested!

Irked, Robin finally opened her mouth to respond, but she was struck by sudden inspiration, a smile tugged at her lips. “Sounds like a great way to spice up the bedroom.” She agreed, nodding enthusiastically. 

Gordon didn’t think twice about the coy almost sinister grin on his girlfriend’s lips, although he should have. The Sergal was just pleased he’d finally gotten her a gift that had made his girlfriend happy! Breaking into a wide, beaming smile the two hugged and kissed happily under the tree. 

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A few days had gone by, and the potion Gordon had bought sat ignored in the bathroom. Robin reassured him that she was just waiting for a special event worthy of the potion. Which was true, she was intending to use the potion, just not in the way Gordon was thinking.

First things first she’d visited Lewd Brews, spending hour pouring over their selection of potions. The sheer size of their catalogue daunting for a first time customer like Robin, but thanks to some help from a kind sales assistant she’d found a some potions and toys that would serve her well and was happy with her purchases. Now she had to wait until the Friday after Christmas when Robin and Gordon were heading down to the coast to celebrate New Years, like they always did. 

Although the December weather was hardly idyllic for a beach trip, it dumped rain on them while they unloaded their bags from the car, the cabin was quite cozy and luxurious. It was just secluded enough provide a nice getaway from the city yet secluded to give up the comforts of home: such as easy access to the store, indoor plumbing, or high speed internet. Plus there was a strange beauty in overlooking the churning grey Pacific. But relaxation wasn’t what was on Robin’s mind as they settled into the cabin, unpacking the car and putting their things away seemed to take forever while she stewed in her impatience. 

Finally as the sun began to set, bringing an extra chill to the air, she set her trap. “You want some eggnog sweetie?” She asked as Gordon, who was busy working the fireplace. Eggnog was a favorite of Gordon’s, and she knew he wouldn’t pass up one of his last opportunities to drink the stuff while it was ‘in season’ (his words).

“That’s be great…” Gordon said in the monotone voice he always used while trying to focus on a project, carefully breaking his kindling into the prefect sized chunks and carefully stacking the the firewood in the fireplace. 

Robin left him to his kindling in the living room and went to the kitchen to start preparing the eggnog… not that there was much preparation to mixing store bought eggnog with bourbon, but tonight’s eggnog was going to have a little extra kick. Robin snuck off to the bed room, opened her suitcase, and dug to the bottom where she’d hidden she’d gotten from Lewd Brews. The bag was full of all sorts of goodies she intended to experiment with, but she was after the potions. Into a red mug she poured the Bountiful Bust potion, and into a green mug she poured the mystery potion before plating the mugs and empty Bountiful Bust bottle and carrying the whole ensemble to the living room. 

Gordon was tending to the fire, now crackling merrily and washing the room in it’s red romantic glow. “Thanks honey!” gratefully taking the spiked nog before noticing the empty breast expansion potion also sitting on the tray. “Robin!” He said with a surprised smile. It had been so long since he’d given her the potion he’d been getting worried.

“Drink up baby.” Robin said with a smile of her own, taking a small sip of her own eggnog. Robin wasn’t entirely sure if it was some sort of physiological trick on her brain, but the eggnog seemed to have an extra nutty flavor as she slowly sipped it. While Gordon, excited for what was coming next, chugged his eggnog down without really tasting it.

“Why don’t we take our clothes off?” Robin suggested in her most flirty, seductive tone. The rabbit had to work hard to keep a straight face waiting for realization to hit her boyfriend. God she couldn’t wait! 

“Oh yes!” He exclaimed, nodding with his usual excitement. Poor hapless Gordon, still oblivious that something was afoot, continued grinning all goofy like. Happy to oblige his girlfriend he quickly began shedding his clothes and exposing his small Twink body, while Robin continued nursing her eggnog. Even though she’d only drank a small amount of her potion already she could feel a thrill running through her body, a rush that she assumed was the magic working in her veins. 

“Aren’t you going to get naked to?” Gordon asked, looking at her body eagerly. It was kind of adorable that for all the time they’d spent together he always got shy and nervous once their clothes started coming off. 

“Sure baby,” she cooed gently, removing her sweater teasingly, slowly exposing her perky breasts much to her boyfriend’s delight: his eyes glued on her chest as he waited for the transformation. But Gordon was looking in the wrong place, for it was not his girlfriend’s chest that stated swelling outwards, but his own.

“The fuck!” He shouted in surprise once he finally figured out what was going on. “Did you mix up the mugs?” He asked in a panicked voice. He was so consumed with his new burgeoning breasts he didn’t notice the transformation his girlfriend was experiencing.

“Nope.” Robin’s answer did little to reassure her boyfriend as her clit slowly grew outwards, swelling into a phallus that matched her cocky smile.

“Uhhhhh.” Gordon said slowly, eyes transfixed on the swelling cock between his girlfriends thighs. “Are you sure?” He asked in a hopeful tone.

“Yes, I’m sure. This is exactly what I wanted.” Robin bit her lower lip, watching her boyfriend continue to grow the tits of his dreams, just on the wrong person! She drank in the confused look on his face, torn between arousal, shame, and confusion while getting a small thrill at the display before her. Unable to help herself, Robin leaned forward and aggressively groped one of Gordon’s new breasts, causing him to moan lustfully. “You know I never really understood your boob obsession until now, but now that the tit’s in the other hand I could get used to this!” 

“But why?” Gordon whimpered, his boobs continuing to grow, his dick already starting to ache with his tortured arousal, helpless to Robin’s sensitive yet assertive stroking. Besides gifting him the largest pair of knockers he’d ever seen in person, (twice the size of his girlfriend’s rack) and adding to his shameful arousal, the elixir’s magic made his teats quite sensitive as well. Particularly as Robin’s fingers dug into his flesh, massaging his new breasts.

“Why not? Besides, you’re the one that bought this potion to ‘spice up the the bedroom’, and I must say it does make for a very nice Christmas present!”

Gordon had no response, what could he say? Although he was embarrassed to admit he could feel his arousal mounting as his chest expanded and his girlfriends new cock kept pace. It was certainly and humbling experience to watch your girlfriend sport an erection three times the size of your own dick, straining uselessly at the air in the face of Robin’s vastly superior member.

The rate of growth on the two furs was extreme and within moments their new massive endowments had finished growing. To think it took girls years to grow a pair of tits like these! Gordon looked up at this girlfriend, worried about what was going to happen next. He eyed his girlfriend’s cock, which sat at face level, and wondered what she was planning to do next. 

“You don’t mean to stick that in my ass, do you?” He asked nervously, gesturing at her her cock.

“Why not?” Robin asked with a cocky grin, arms folded under her chest. “You want to stick it up my ass all the time? A little tit for dick seems more than fair to me. But, the way I see it? You’ve got two holes, which one you pick is totally up to you!”

“What if I don’t like either option?” 

“Well this ‘Bottled Dick’ potion is hardly the only thing I picked up from Lewd Brews.” She dug through her luggage for second before dangling a pair of ‘Smart Cuffs’ and length of brightly colored rope up for him to see. “So I’ll give you some time to decide while I have fun with you in other ways.”

Quickly making a lasso with the rope she slipped it over the head and lead him towards the bedroom, buzzing with excitement. She’d always wondered what it would be like to have a dick, and she was determined to make full use of this opportunity to find out. 

“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for this dick!” Robin bragged, her confidence building as she closed the door behind them.

END

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Crime Doesn't Pay (Nov SotM)

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“Oh the places you’ll go…” I muttered under my breath while taking a drag off my cigarette. When I’d gotten in this business I’d had a very detailed vision of my life as an international burglar. Money, women, fame: perhaps not in the traditional sense of Kim Kardashian, but certainly some notoriety found in Billy the Kid or Butch Cassidy. And yes I liked cowboys as a kid, thanks for asking. 

For the most part I’d done alright for myself, even though I don’t like to crow about my accomplishments. For one it’s awfully garish to bloviate about my various heists around the world. For two it’s bad practice for a profession that relies on the utmost discretion and chariness, loose lips really do sink ships. But for those in the know my rèsumè is certainly impressive, and I can assure you that I’ve pulled off some of the most high profile jobs in in the world. From the Burj Khalifa, the shops of 5th Avenue, the Louvre, even all the way Buckingham Palace. I’ve stolen trade secrets, high end jewelry, priceless paintings, and even the Queen’s panties. And yet this was the strangest job I’d ever been hired to do! 

I’d been sent to the middle of some suburban backwater to steal some ‘trade secrets’, from a sex shop of all places! While I’d learned long ago that it rarely pays to ask questions in my line of work, the less you know the better and frankly you probably don’t event want to know, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell I could be stealing from a sex shop? What highly classified intel could exist on a dildo to justify paying my prices, which many considered extortionate. 

I hate this small ball crap, I really do, but business had been quite slow as of late. Burglary is, sad to say, a dying craft. Oh sure the simple yet effective ‘smash and grab’ is still popular. But why go to all the trouble of breaking into a bank vault or even knocking over a 7/11 when, with a little brains, a card skimmer is so easily installed on a ATM or gas pump? Why bother breaking in to corporate headquarters for trade secrets when some 19 year old, pimple faced, Russian teenager can hack the US fucking State Department? A small phishing scam and next thing you know you’ve got Equifax by the bollocks, not to mention sitting on half of the country’s social security numbers! Luckily some people still recognize the need for an operative like me. They understand not everything is so easily gained with a few keystrokes and couple mouse clicks. Sometimes, if you want the job done right, you’ve got to send a man out into the felid to get his hands dirty and do things the good old fashioned way. 

So here I was, standing out in the rain with my umbrella watching the smoke slowly rise off of the cherry between my fingers. I took a drag off my cig, mulling over the job and casting an innocent glance up and down the road. Fuck it. I thought to myself with an impatient snort. I want to go home, let’s get this done. Perhaps it was slightly reckless, as there was much recon left to do if I wanted to do the job right, but I didn’t belong to the world of theft if I couldn’t knock over a simple sex shop in my sleep!

I flicked my ‘cancer stick’ into a nearby puddle, listening to the small hiss as it extinguished before grinding the butt into the asphalt with my heel, satisfied to be rid of the thing. Truth be told I hate smoking, it feels like the smoke and ash penetrate my very soul for days after I smoke one, but it really does provide a good cover story. A guy standing by himself in the rain on a dark street corner looks suspicious. But a guy taking a break from the rat race of life? That looks as normal as you could please. You’d be surprised how much I’d gotten away with over the years just looking like an innocent man with a simple vice.

I stepped down off the curb and into the street, crossing the road with nary glance in either direction, beelining towards Lewd Brews. My employer, rather unusually, was full of information about the target. The file he wanted me to steal was located on the fourth floor of the building inside the owner’s office. No cameras, so he said, but he did warn me a mysterious and unorthodox security system, which he was either unwilling or unable to elaborate on. 

The first part of my plan was easy; Lewd Brews was a store after all, not a bank vault. The three floors that stood in my way where all open an accessible to the public. From there I’d simply have to wing it, after all if the place didn’t brother cameras how good could their security system be? So with a confident strut and looking like I belonged I walked through the large glass doors of the building into the ground floor, full of patrons, eating, dancing, and talking. I was taken aback, the ground floor was a far cry from he dodgy, strip club setting I’d been imagining when I’d read about the ground floor lounge. Everything was modern and clean, the women fully clothed. There was even a view of the Portland city skyline in the cafe I would have thought impossible for a groundfloor, it was like we where twenty stories up! I wondered what architecture trick had been used to pul that off… there where even several people quietly reading or working on their laptops in the book section, despite the loud, tumultuous party around them. 

But I wasn’t here for a coffee or a beer, though a hot meal would have been nice. I was here for a singular purpose which I’d go any lengths to fulfill. The most direct and clear path through the bar and cafe towards the fourth floor was through the book section, so I started walking towards the studious customers. I had wondered how they could possibly focus in such a loud space, but as soon as I stepped on the rich green carpeting between the tall, handsome book shelves something changed at once. The raucous din was still there, but quieted to a dull roar you could only hear if you paid attention to it. Sort of like listening ocean crashing against the shore from a distance. 

I froze. I could startled by such a sudden, unexplainable change in volume. A shiver ran down my spine and I took an experimental step back onto the hardwood and the noise washed over me at full strength again, only to fall quiet as I stepped back through the invisible barrier. 

“Magic, isn’t it?” I nearly jumped out of my skin as a young looking woman, wearing a t-shirt for the local university, must have confused my terrified look for awe. The sudden and unexplained change in tone was off putting to me, and I recalled my employer’s warning about the ‘unorthodox’ security with an unpleasant feeling in my stomach. Well… at either rate I was committed to the job and had yet to meet the security system that could best me yet. So I curtly nodded to the girl and with a calming breath I steeled myself for the task ahead.

The second floor of Lewd Brews didn’t offer any explanation as to why I’d been hired to rob it. Not that I looked too closely, as my target was still two floors up. The corporate website had bragged about carrying a ‘wide selection of clothing options, tailored for furs of all shapes and sizes’, but it looked just like any other middle of the road retailer you’d find in American mall: that was to say empty of customers. It was the third floor was where things started to get interesting, and where the shop had earned it’s namesake. Here I took a moment, examining the merchandise and doing my best to blend in with the other customers as I cased the third floor. 

My pursuing through Lewd Brews’ selection of sex toys was just a cover and I didn’t have much interest in kink or sex toys in general (sex is pretty much perfect in my book, and quite difficult to improve upon) I couldn’t help but be impressed by the variety. A particularly large, rainbow colored dildo caught my attention in particular: I couldn’t get over how *big* it was! Certainly this slab of latex was more of a… gag than a useable thing? Every sex toy I could imagine (and several more I wouldn’t have dreamt up in a million years!) was for sale on those tall shelves. I was so taken with the wares for sale it took me much longer than I’d care to admit and much longer than what could be considered “professional”. I finally made my way two two large back, swinging doors. They where each labeled EMPLOYEES ONLY Y but otherwise there was nothing stopping anyone from simply walking straight through. And so I did. 

The lights where off, but I could make out the freight elevator to my right and a smaller black door immediately in front of me. I pulled out my tiny, pocket flashlight for a better look. It was also labeled EMPLOYEES ONLY, but this door was secured by a cheap deadbolt that slowed me down, if only for a moment, while I fished out my lock picking set. My father, who had taught me much of what I knew (although often indirectly by witness his mistakes) had told me long ago that a lock only keeps out an honest man. The door swung open to reveal the final set of stairs standing between me and my target. I donned my mask before quickly yet stealthily making my way up the stairs. Only for my eyes to bug out of my head. 

When I had been told I was stealing from the office of a sex-shop owner I was expecting a tiny office with wood paneling, dated computer, and more than likely an overflowing ash tray. Of course I should have know to increase my expectations from my first sight of Lewd Brews: a tall modern looking building that simply towered above the surrounding buildings, but I was still taken aback by the modern office that was laid out before me. The “International Headquarters” of Lewd Brews wouldn’t have looked out of place in a high end wall street investment firm. I stalked past the many shiny cubicles and headed towards a the row of offices towards the back. 

My flashlight passed over the names of Lydia White, the Director of Operations, and Robert Ramirez, the VP of Marketing, until I found the office I was looking for.

“Bingo.” I muttered under my breath, feeling high off the thrill of the job: even if it was the easiest of my career. The cheap, flimsy lock protecting the office was easily jimmied by shaking the handle and I slipped inside to have Lewd Brews, yet again, exceeded my expectations. 

“Blimey.”

At the briefest of glances I was in a normal, every day office. Large floor to ceiling windows with an impeccable view of the Columbia River, cheap carpet, a few pictures of family and friends and other personal effects to soften the harshly boring office feeling. Although everything seemed to be scaled about 25% larger than usual and the office chair looked reinforced as if the builder was expecting and elephant to sit on it. But the majority of the massive space was dedicated to an extremely high tech looking lab that wouldn’t have looked out of place at a massive multi-billon dollar pharmaceutical company. I almost expected to see Gale Boetticher from Breaking Bad milling about. 

This all a cover for a meth operation. I joked to myself with a soft chuckle. That would certainly explain why I was sent here. But I was here to steal stuff, I just needed to grab what I needed and get out. 

My employer was looking for a research file name XJ-878. What exactly this file contained and why my mysterious boss wanted it was beyond my pay grade: I just hoped it was easily found. I started with the desk, feeling rather tiny as I sat in the massive office chair. I started with the drawers but, much to my surprise given the lax security so far, they where both locked by a surprisingly sophisticated lock. Of course I’d be able to pick it, but I had a feeling I didn’t need to. The most easily exploited flaw of any security system is, without a doubt, the end user. With a little searching… yep! Right there in the unsecured tray just above my lap. With a victorious smile, sure I’d be in and out in 15 or less, I slid the key into the lock which snapped back with a satisfying clunk. But little did I know Lewd Brews had one final surprise for me. 

BANG!

An explosion that rattled my teeth and blinded my eyes with a tremendous blast went off as I open the file cabinet, like the worlds most powerful flash bang had gone off right in front of my face. Pink dust was flung into the air landing on everything, including me! “Fuck!” I cried with a cough as the dust settled across the room before slowly fading from sight. “Shit. Fuck… son of a bitch!” I cursed. I’d fallen for the oldest trick in the book, the light security had all been decoys, lulled me into a false sense of security, striking at just the right moment. Now I was disoriented, blinded and defeated by the explosion. My flashlight, which I’d been holding in my mouth to leave my hands free dropped and rolled under the desk as I sat, stunned and trying to get my bearings back. 

No way that cacophonous boom I just set off went unnoticed. I need to get out of here… I can’t believe I managed balls-up the easiest mission of my career. 

I wanted to hang my head in shame, but that would serve me no purpose. There was time to kick myself later. A frantic yet organized panic fell over me, I grabbed a few files from the desk cabinet, wondering, hoping I could managed to get something out of my botched mission. For the money I charged there was no room for failure or do overs. I slammed the drawer shut and leapt to my feet. But, despite my alarm, I found my movements slow and clumsy. As if I was trying to wade through water while shitfaced drunk. My center of gravity was all wrong and I felt really… warm. As if I was wearing a heavy coat all of a sudden. I groped at my face in the darkness, feeling a set of thick lips on my elongated… muzzle!? “The fuck is going on here!” I cried out in shock, knocking the office chair over in a panic. 

What I was able to feel, but couldn’t quite process in my magical induced stupor, was a mystical transformation all across my body. Coarse, grey fur with black marking growing thick and fast all over my body. My natural blonde hair growing at an astounding rate, falling into long lovely curls now framing my face. My eyes, naturally brown, turned into a brilliant shade of blue while my lips, naturally thin and pale, grew unnaturally thick and full whilst colored a shocking glossy red as if I’d lovingly coated them in lipstick. My body, athletic yet lithe and agile, remained thin and of great shape: but it was of an entirely different shape. A full heavy set of breasts grew out from my chest, which would have looked really sexy in my tight fitting turtleneck… IF I WASN’T WEARING THEM! My hips, rather painfully I might add, stretched outward while my baggy jeans stretched the the point of breaking in order to contain the new junk in my truck. All the while my waist flared inward, further accentuating my new hourglass figure. 

But the most extreme change was almost certainly to my mind. It felt even more sluggish than my body, instead of leaping into action like I normally would have: doing everything in my power to put distance between myself and the scene of the crime I stood their slightly slack jawed and unsure what to do. 

“Heh…” I giggled, groping my new chest though my sweater with glee. “I’ve got boobies now! And why do I suddenly feel so horny? Dennis play with self.” My fingers fumbled with the button of my jeans slipping them off before collapsing onto the floor on my new inflated butt. Moaning and giggled while I furiously attacked my new pussy. Lord above! It feel this good for all girls? It was a wonder they got anything done but play with themselves all day long if that was the case! All I could do was moan and squirm on the floor groping my new chest with one hand and furiously masturbating with the other. 

I didn’t hear or see the office door opening as two massive figures appeared in the doorway behind me. Instead loudly and without shame I came against my own fingers, my eyes welded shut as I savored the feeling of womanhood for the first time. Suddenly my new black nose twitched with excitement. A male was in the room I flipped around, laying on my stomach, and looked up to see the two tallest people I’ve ever seen! A redheaded husky with huge tits. Tits even bigger than mine, way bigger than mine! But I wasn’t much interested in her. Instead my eyes where on the beefcake next to her. A tall, strapping man who could probably break me in half!

“Cock?” I asked in my most girly, sultry voice. 

I could feel it, life was gonna be fun as a girl! 

. . .

Brittany and Bill stood over the freshly minted bimbo who couldn’t help but furiously finger her pussy. 

“I’d seen him sneaking the around the last couple of days.” Bill said dryly. “But he really hadn’t done anything actionable. I mean… he was using an umbrella, but that makes him guilty of nothing more than being a tourist.”

“No matter.” Brittany said with a yawn, eager to get back to bed. “Looks like our anti theft devices worked exactly as intended. Good job Bill. What was it he was after?”

“Hard to say really.” Bill said, pouring over the documents that the thief had left abandoned on Brittany’s desk. “He panicked and just grabbed stuff at random is what it looks like to me. But certainly some kind of paper work. 

“I see… well I suppose that answers who was responsible.” Brittany said thoughtfully. “Most crooks just woulda went for the merchandise. Any id?”

“New York drivers license… looks like he goes by the name of Dennis Bruck Cooper.” Bill said, retrieving the burglar’s wallet from the jeans he’d flung across the room.”

“Ring a bell?”

“No, but I got some buddies I can discreetly ask. You want me to call the cops this time? Or handle it the usual way?”

“We’ll handle it the usual way, I think. Maybe this time he’ll get the message this time. And if not we can always use another bimbo cow downstairs. But make sure you head home as soon as you’re done. Lydia will have my ass if I keep you at work all night again.”

“Sure thing boss.”

“Cock?” Both the husky and bull looked down at the floor. The mask bimbo coon had she’d worn to protect her identity now a black fur pattern stretch across her face. Her eyes where glued to Bill hungrily.

“Or maybe Dan here is more your speed, they seem to be taking a shine to you.” 

“No thanks. I’m good.” 

Deep in the recesses of his bimbofied mind Dan was aware the two furs towering over him where talking about him. He was horrified at what he was overhearing, but his internal protests as Bill put a pink collar around his neck failed to register with the bimbo persona that had taken control of his new curvaceous body. All he could do was wonder in morbid curiosity what a “bimbo cow” was and watch in horror as his body obediently followed Bill out of the office and to the freight elevator that would carry them all the way down to the basement. In time Dan would learn to accept, even love his lot in life, but that’s a story for a different time.

END

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