A Mousegirl's Confession

A shy mousegirl confesses to a traveling adventurer/merchant. What will happen next?

The Sacred Cloth

A new candidate is chosen for the sacred cloth and the former owner is not too amused.

Billy and the Succubi

Billy has his own succubus. She needs his energy to one day so her magic can take her home.

My Demonic Wife

A demon goddess finally introduces herself to her husband. She's got one thing on her mind....

The Hero's Thoughts

After a hard battle against a Demon Lord, A heroes thoughts are given life. These are the little angel and devil over your shoulders. They are alive now.

Demon Girlfriend

A horny sex demon talks to her human.

Human Fishing

Some magic mollusks are helping to maintain the 'balance' of the sea.

Reborn!

She has hatched from the egg. She used to be something else.

Battle Ogress

A lady ogre finds a man wandering in her territory. She decides to have fun with him

Desert Trap

Two adventurers are changed in the ruins they tried to explore.

Shrinking Slave

An elf is changing a human slave to fit her needs

The Stuck Nymph

A forest creature is stuck and it needs help to escape.

Warrior Cow Girl

A young boy is wandering the aftermath of a battle. This warrior woman sees him and and lives are changed.

Lovers not Enemies

This bee-girl took away this warrior from battle. I dont think he's complaining.

Dungeon Mistress

A captured warrior is now a monster's toy. This is also a 4chan request. I hope the person likes it.

Cecaelia

I need to get to water. The ocean is calling for me. He's calling for me.

My long pink tentacles are squirming. They want to drag me out of my cabin and out to sea. I don't know if I can stand upright anymore, but my new appendages look strong enough to carry me. I am moving around in my dark home. My tentacles going over my things. Things that don't matter anymore. This home is no longer mine. I'm worried. People are going to know I'm missing. I miss them already. But something is reassuring me. I should be scared but I'm not.

As I crawl towards the door, my new tentacles struggle, but they lift me up higher. My little suction cups are sticking to the wall and holding me steady. I grab the latch and open my door. The moonless night and darkness welcome me. I can hear the ocean waves crashing along the beach. I find myself
wanting to get into the water. That voice in the back of my head is getting stronger. He's welcoming me. He wants me in the water. Closer to him.

I feel the other changes in me. I'm skinnier and feminine. My face is completely different now. I have long blond hair. I have breasts now. I have slender arms and long fingernails. I remember I used to be a teenage boy. But now I'm some sort of octupus girl.

Not that being turned into a half-octopus is a good thing. I struggle to keep at least some of my human thoughts. I wonder if my thoughts are mine or the creature that I'm becoming. As I crawl over the rocks and make it towards the sandy beach, somehow, that voice I'm hearing is helping me.  I try to think rationally. I remember what has happened these last few days and what led to my new self......

It started one night when I couldn't sleep. I kept hearing things in my head. I left home and was walking along the beach. The night and cool beach breeze should clear my head. As I walked along the shore, I saw this gelatinous, tentacled mass washed up there. The ocean waves were hitting it. It looked injured. I looked around. It was just me and that thing on the beach. I somehow felt compelled to help it and push it back to water. As I pushed and dragged the slimy, heavy thing back, some of its tentacles and suckers bit me. The thing awkwardly swam away and I made it back to the beach. Soaking wet with cold water.

I woke up a few hours later, laying on the beach. Sand coating my cheek from my own drool. My head hurt. The memories of last night were coming back. Did last night really happen? I went back to the place I think I saw the creature but the waves removed any evidence along the shore. I cleaned myself up, brushed more sand out of my hair and went back to town to do my errands.

As I went around helping my friends and townsfolk, my feet felt weird. My toes had a mind of their own. They kept wiggling and moving. I could see them moving around beneath my shoes. People saw me struggle, But I would tell them I was fine. I finished a few more errands. I ate a nice lunch with my baker friends. I went back to work. I love my seaside town and everyone knows me as the helpful errand boy.

The next morning, after a long difficult night of trying to sleep, my feet looked very different. They looked wrong. My toenails are gone. My toes were pointier and longer. No, they weren't longer. The
gaps between my toes were widening. Little slits were forming at the soles of my feet. My body was changing. I should be freaked out but something in the back of my head is telling me not to worry. I grab some bandages and wrap my slimy feet in it. I wrap the cotton bandages many times over. All the way up to my sweaty shins. I struggled to put my hard leather boots on. They were pretty tight with all those bandages.  My feet did not like being contained. I had a hard time walking, but I managed to find my stride.

As I did my little jobs around town, people were telling me how different I looked today. A few shop girls told me that my skin was very smooth and soft.I enjoyed their compliments and kept on. But I had a harder time walking around. I kept stumbling and tripping. It felt like my ankles weren't there anymore. I could feel the dampness of my feet traveling higher up my legs. Since I couldn't feel my ankles anymore, I had to make a funny walk with my knees and hips. I got funny looks from people because of that.

I had one last errand to do before I called it a day. By then I had a really tough time getting around. My legs were buckling I used the walls of buildings for support. Other townspeople were walking right past me. I was frustrated by my sudden shortcomings.

A kind old man on horseback walked towards me and said, "hello miss, I see you're having a tough time walking. Did you forget your cane? That happens to me a lot too. Look, I'm on horseback and I don't need this spare cane with me. I'm sure you need this more than I do. So please my lady, take it and I hope you make it home safely."

I thanked him, but I was a little confused. Did he just call me a girl? I wasn't going to correct him. We both went our separate ways. With his cane I now had a little more support. I adjusted my sack and I finally made it to the tailor shop. The lady in charge saw me struggling and opened the door for me.

"Hello there miss. Are you helping Jacopo? I'm glad he's got help now. That boy is going to wear himself out doing too many things around town. But look at you, you're no different than he is. Come sit down and have some tea."

I followed her into a backroom. I was going to say something, that I was a boy. But again, I am too polite to correct her. Her thick glasses must not let her see things right. She grabs the bag of cloth, yarn and thread that I brought in. She points to a chair and wants me to sit down. She pours me a cup of tea. I try to make myself comfortable. But I struggle with my wobbly legs. My feet are twitching and toes are still yearning for escape

"Young miss. I'm not sure if you have parents, but they should have taught you how to dress properly. I tolerate someone being a tomboy. But you are a growing girl and you need support for your chest. All women do. Here, have this brassier. It's a spare from a client that didn't like the color. The material was too thick as well she said. With a little adjustment it should fit you perfectly. Now take these coins as payment. Young miss, go home and get some rest. You don't look too good."

I reluctantly took The seamstress' gift and I eventually made it home to my cabin outside of town. I was quite tired. The long walk left me feeling very thirsty. Even my slimy, squishy feet felt dry. I walked into my home, The late afternoon sun was creeping in through my dirty windows. Poofs of dust go by as I get around. I help a lot of people but yet I don't have time to clean my home. I walked towards my backroom. There was my big wooden tub. It was filled with water, that I was going to use to wash my pile of dirty clothes. The cool water looked so refreshing. I slinked my way toward it and dropped right in. Clothes and all.

My whole body should have reacted to the cold water, but it surprisingly felt good. I was completely soaked. I let myself forget the days troubles in the cold water. I sit in my tub for bit. Seagulls are heard in the distance. I focus on my weary body, only to find new troubles brewing. I saw long blond hair floating along with me in the tub. Somehow throughout the day, my hair got longer. I had failed to notice it. My wet cotton shirt heavily clung to my body. Two unfamiliar mounds were on my chest. I could see the outline of large nipples poking through my wet clothes....Breasts!

I was starting to lose it. I was thrashing in the water. Dirty water was spilling out of the tub. My long toes are flailing wildly in my wet boots. Suddenly, I stopped. Something in the back of my head was trying to tell me something..

'It is okay'  'you want this'   'New you emerging'  'soon'

Somehow those words were comforting. I relaxed my body and let myself further soak in my tub. My eyelids got heavy. I calmly fell asleep.

When I awoke again, I could tell it was night. My home was bathed in darkness like I was covered in water. But I was able to see everything. My eyes are able to see in darkness? My other senses were active as well. I could smell things in the room. Plain household objects now had new sensations. I could smell the dirty water I was soaking in. I could hear ocean waves crashing in the distance. I stretch my arms out, I sit up in the tub and look at my new body.

As I sloshed in the water I unbuttoned my wet heavy shirt. As I pull off the shirt I can tell my shoulders are different. My shoulders were getting broader because I was working hard at the docks. But now they looked very petite. My new long, wet hair sticks to my cheeks. I brush it aside and touch the rest of my face. I have big round eyes and a small pretty nose. I look down on my body My breasts are larger than they were a few hours ago before I fell asleep. I could feel my smooth stomach. Even my belly button felt different. My hands follow an outline of my sides. I have a slender waist. My hips are much bigger as well.

My legs are aching. They want freedom. I adjust my body to try to take off my trousers. My thick pants are sticking to me. I can feel the throbs of my legs as I wiggle off the pants in the smelly water. I manage to get them off to what I think are my knees. I cant go any further because of my shoes and my pants are bunched up. My skin and muscles feel weird. I don't feel my thighs. Only thick, throbbing skin.

I lift my legs up above the water. I can feel my soft butt at the bottom of the tub. I stretch myself farther out and manage to slip off my boots. Squirmy, tentacled toes wiggle and greet me. My soggy bandages begin to unravel a bit. I pull my pants off, finally. I fling them away from the tub. My old bandages are stuck on my skin. I peel them off, carefully unwrapping them. Threads of slime drip away. Thick pink skin appears. I can see vertical lines going down what should be my legs.

I'm puzzled by my new lower body. I stare at my strange legs. There is nothing to tell that I ever had human legs. Toes, ankles, knees all gone. The outline is there, vaguely human shaped, but replaced by different colored flesh. I feel a strange pulse going up and down my legs. My toes begin to wiggle and squirm, violently. It hurts badly. Feels like I'm tearing apart. I grab the sides of the wooden tub. I wince in pain. I open my eyes again. My legs are splitting apart! From my former toes, right up to my thighs along those vertical seams. With each twitch, my throbbing legs break apart even further. Like a fist opening up into a palm. I can see little cups opening right where my legs are spreading.

My legs finally stopped coming apart. I was breathing heavily. My body felt a heavy rush. But I managed to breathe and calm myself down. My legs were now like octopus tentacles. Some of them were still and others were slapping the water. I could feel a few sticking to the sides of the wooden tub. There were so many of them, I couldn't count how many I had. I focused on trying to control them. Eventually I managed to calm them down. I was no longer surprised that my lower half had turned into this.

A curious thought creeped into my head. I knew I was a girl now. But do I still have my thing? I moved aside some tentacles. I feel around trying to find my penis. But only cold, slimy, puffy skin greets me. I'm compelled to keep exploring down there. I come across a new opening. A slit. It's soft and it feels good the more I touch it. I realize they're my girl parts.

As I pleasurably keep probing my new hole, my twitchy tentacles once again grow restless. Each time my fingers go in and out, it sends shocks all over my body. I moan in delight. My other hand
gravitates toward my breasts. My whole body is feeling erotic! I want to grab both my breasts and
touch my vagina. I grow a little frustrated. I want to please my body but I only have two hands?

But then it clicks. I don't just have two hands anymore! I remove my fingers from my vagina and I grab my other breast. I massage both my breasts with my hands. It feels good kneading and touching them. I will a few of my tentacles, and they move towards my girl parts. One tentacle parts open my folds and another finds its way deeper into me. Deeper than my fingers ever could. My body spasms in bliss as one of my tentacles slicks itself in and out of me. My eyes roll back in joy as I grab my breasts and get penetrated by myself.

I feel something building up inside of me with each thrust I give myself. My back arches and my other tentacles tense up. I bite my lip and let out a ferocious scream. The most wonderful feeling I've ever had courses through me. I came. My tentacle pops out as a cloud of black ink shoots out of me. The water in the tub is thick with a new smell. But I didn't care. I was in bliss of my new woman parts.

'Yes'   'ready'    'Beautiful'    'Come to me'

That voice in my head was much clearer now. I realized now that the voice was not just inside my head. That was the creature that I saved a few days ago! It's been controlling me. It's been making me accept the changes that I've been going through. I crawl out of the tub. My hands brace myself as I flop to the floor. I try to stand like a human, but my tentacles aren't strong enough to do that. I sit up as best I can. I talk out loud, hoping that he could hear me.

"Why did you change me creature? I wanted to save you and this is how you thank me? Can I change back or am I stuck as a creature of the sea like you?" My feminine voice was sultry. I wanted to sound a little angry but my words did not convey that. I heard that voice again in my head.

'procreation'    'forgive me'    'race dying'     'time will tell'

I could feel his sadness in my head as the creature spoke. I began to resent what the creature did to me. But I've never been one to hold a grudge. I love helping people and this time its no different. Only this time its not a human that needs help. I sighed.

"Well, what do you want from me?" I spoke to the nothingness again.

'come to sea'   'please'   'still hurt' 

I drag myself along the floor. The goal is to head outside. I shudder to think that I hope I'm doing this because I want to, not because he's telling me to. I look back and see a slimy trail across the floor, I spot my bag with the woman's bra in it. Strangely, I remember the bespectacled seamstress' words. I reach the bag and pull it out. I look at it for a second. Lean forward, and then put my arms through them. Two of my tentacles hold up my bra as I use my hands to clamp it from the back. My breasts fit nicely in the garment. I wonder how the bra will hold up in the water? The thought comes across my mind. It probably wont last, but I wanted to look a little more humanly feminine.......

I snap out of my memories as the first ocean wave hits me. It was a little foamy and it went up my nostrils. I sneezed. I feel him closer now. My senses became more acute in the water. I can tell where he is. He's a few miles away by a rocky outcropping. My body ached to meet him.

I look back to land one last time. I see a long swirly trail in the sand. It's from the direction of my
cabin. It's my drag marks. In a few hours, the waves will wash away any trace of them and me along with it. I wonder if I can ever come back. No, I have to come back. I'm still half human. I have to find a way.

"I'm coming creature," I said out loud in the starry night as another wave crashed into me. "I may not human anymore and you may have turned me into this, but I expect you to be a gentleman. You may be an animal, but I am not." I drag myself farther into the water. The water is deep enough for me to swim. I find myself able to breathe like if I was on land. My tentacles start to expand and contract. I'm suddenly swimming in the water with great speed. I find the my new movements exhilarating. Maybe this wont be so bad?

'Come to me'

An Old Wish.

After many years, a genie is found again, Its master needs something from it.

Cow Girl Hotline

This is not a part of Spiros, But it is a 4chan request. I'll post it here too. Its a phone call services for people who love cowgirls

Cactus Girls

They have become an important part of this desert's ecosystem.

Fat Mermaid

Here's something a little different. I found the picture last night and I came up with the words this morning. I'm not a fan of bbw (dont know how many b and w go in there), But someone out there must have a fetish for it. I also put this over on /d/, so lets see what their reactions are.

Ms. Frankenbrain

A mad scientist created a monster. What will happen next?

Maria The elf

Marian is getting scolded by his teacher. He's been studying things that hes not supposed to, and his body is changing.

Snake Mating Season

Another one fresh off of 4chan. A monster snake girl has a man in her sights

A centaur's Crush

This horse-girl is confessing to her love.

New Job/Class

A warrior gets more than he bargained for when he tries on a new armor. I just posted this over on 4chan. I wonder what they'll say?

Loppy The Bunny-girl

A scientists failed plant experiments yields different fruit.

The Bitch Of Baskerville

Another 4chan request. I havent done anything in a while.(I've been busy) So this pic was posted and I decided to take a crack at it.

A Tentacled Monster Girl

This reluctant monster girl is not to sure what to do with the guy that just found her.

Spider's Silk

Went through /d/ again. I saw this picture. Someone requested a caption of it. But I had to go
to work. Ideas were in my head and this is what I came up with. I just posted this over there on 4chan. It looks like someone posted a different caption of it already. But this is my take on it. Enjoy.

The Dragon's Avatar

A boy becomes a mystical dragons avatar. They are getting to know each other a little better.

The Pond

A magician does not heed the warnings of his familiar.

The Shell Witch

This is the Shell Witch and this is her story.

A New Succubus

I used to be a boy in an orphanage. A kind old man adopted me. But he was anything but that. He was an evil warlock in disguise. I thought I was finally going to have a home, but when he took me to his palace, I was locked in a room. It has plenty of things inside for me to do and read. But I've been locked up before. I traded one cell for another. But I am not one to give up. One day I will find a way to escape.

Each day, Lord Durlock as he wanted me to call him, would come into my room and chant something while holding this really scary looking book. It was his spell book. When he got to a certain page and started reading, I could see some weird smoke coming out of his mouth with each word he said. Every time he said something, it hurt me inside. He loved seeing me twist in pain. That's how I realized I was nothing more to him than a plaything.

Like a ritual, he would come in everyday and utter those words. And each time he left I changed a little bit. My hair got longer. My dirty, rough boy hands got softer and larger. My hips felt a little bigger. Every painful change he did to me made him happy. Over time, I learned the ins and outs of my prison.  I found in the room full of junk one day, a old small mirror. I would hide it each time in a different place so Durlock wouldn't find it. I would stare at myself in it daily and I could see my face getting girlier. What was this guy up to? He's definitely changing me into a girl. But for what reasons?

I noticed one day that Durlock added another spell. It wasn't like the one he chanted before. This new spell hurt even more. I started getting some nasty headaches and backaches. He was also trying to hypnotize me. Somehow it wasn't working. But I would pretend that it would. I just hope he believes it. I think I could avoid his hypnosis spell because I've been reading a few books laying around the room. Somehow I've gained resistance. I smile. Whatever he's going to do with me, I'll at least have my mind. It's the last part of me that's still me. One day he commanded me to take off all my clothes. I took them off. It's not like they fit me anyways. It hurt me to wear clothes since some strange bumps on my back were starting to appear. He brought out a sack and commanded me to wear some long leggings and some brown shoes he pulled out. His perverted eyes shone with glee as I was naked with only socks and shoes on. My tiny little dick and balls twitched as I shivered in the cold. He asked me if I loved his gifts. I thanked him and pretended to like what he done to me. I'll have to get used to this since he has to think I'm still under his control.

But every day, the evil chanting continued. By now I was taller but still skinny. I felt very feminine. My long soft red hair ran down to my butt. My dick was no more. In its place was my new girl parts. I know what they look like because I had to help bathe my little orphanage sisters when I was there. I really miss that place. It seems like another lifetime ago.One day, I got curious and I explored my body. I looked all over and I couldn't see any part of the old me. I would stare at my new genitals all the time.I got used to it, but it felt funny each time I touched it. It felt even more weird each time I had to squat into the chamber pot when I had to go. Over time, I got more used to my new body. After the visits from Durlock, I would look into my mirror again. I would remind myself to never forget who I used to be. I was surprised when I noticed that my ears were getting longer too. I've never seen girls with such long ears. I could hear new things that I couldn't before. I wonder what further changes would be happening to me?

I cried the night my wings burst out of my head and back. It was really painful. I keeled over in pain. Durlock squealed in glee as my new leathery, purple wings emerged with his gods-awful chanting. I felt them for a long time now growing under my skin. There were this big bruises on my back where my wings came out of. The two sensitive lumps on my hair burst and bled out. I had some smaller wings sticking out of my head. Durlock pulled me up and commanded me to stand as he inspected the changes. As he then chanted the hypnosis spell, I pretended to stay still and mesmerized. Whatever he was chanting still had no effect on me. He loved the changes in me. I felt like his toy. Every day, he would touch me and poke me and his would rotten teeth would show a wicked smile. In his head, he would catalog every change in me. He would stare at my chest often. I could see a scowl of anger growing every day as he saw my chest. One day, he was no longer pleased. I knew what he wanted. For a while now, I've secretly been able to enter his dreams. He has bad things planned for me. Bad for me and good for him. I shiver in fear for this man is really evil.

I had a really hard time maintaining my ruse one day as I now I have been able to read Durlock's
one track mind quite easily. Today he was ready to rape me. He showed up to our meeting. With one thing on his mind. Sex. He strutted in front of me. He took off his old, sweaty shirt. I could see every liver spot on his aging, bony body. He had a spell ready to make my breasts grow. I saw him go over his dreams the night before. Mine were just not big enough for him. In his eyes, they haven't been growing fast enough. He brought out his scary book again. The new words he spoke made my chest hurt. My small breasts and already puffy nipples were feeling very engorged. It's like all the blood in my body was rushing to my nipples. I could see that smoke escape from his mouth again. The flesh on my chest started expanding. My breasts pushed out more and more with each uttered word. I stood there stuck in place and I couldn't help but moan girlishly as Durlock further changed my body. Durlock got closer to me and caressed my larger breasts with his crooked, wrinkly fingers. He eagerly pulled down his pants and I could see his warty, crooked penis at attention. We both knew what he wanted to do.

Durlock closed the book and snapped his fingers. I immediately felt a change in me. It was his
hypnosis spell. It still had some power over me. But I resisted. My body got really hot and hungry.
But I wasn't hungry for food since I haven't had anything to eat in months. My new body no longer
needed human food. I finally realized what I was. A succubus. My body was reacting to a man in front of me. I knew what my body wanted but I didn't want his disgusting nasty thing inside of me. But I have no choice. With these new feelings in me, I knew today was the day I take a stand. This is what Durlock wanted all along. I licked my lips and thought about having sex. I stared back at him. And I made a vow to myself that I'm only doing this to escape. He totally expected me to be his love slave. But I knew better. Thanks to that book I read long ago. I have the chance to not fall for his tricks. If I really am succubus now, then I have to use my abilities to defeat him.

I couldn't stop my body from tacking the old pervert. Right then and there I was kissing the old
bastard. My tongue entered his rotten mouth. I was doing my best not to be bitten by his crooked
teeth. His rough lips felt like they were tearing up my soft face. I tried not to think about how this
man will take my virginity. But I knew that I had the old man in the palm of my hand. He was relishing my body. I now had the ability to take the old man's life. He wanted me to become this. In his mind I was his new fuck toy. I could hear him saying nasty things to me. I would nod and pretend to listen. I would say 'yes master' and 'I will master' to all the dirty things he said he wanted me to do. I'll give into his pleasures. If this means my escape. After all that disgusting foreplay we just did, I eased my wet pussy into The excited, bastard's nasty thing.

I hated that he was getting what he wanted out of me. The bastard was so smug each time we thrusted.  His bent shaft was touching my vaginal walls. I disgustingly moaned in pleasure. His nasty claws dug into my ass. I never knew my body was capable of these nasty things. Back when I was still a boy, other older kids joked around about sex. I had an idea of what it was, but not like this. The old man rolled his eyes back in ecstasy. He was laying on the ground as I went up and down his nasty rod. Each time we moved together I gained more control of his mind. I could feel my control over his perverted thoughts growing. I focused on that. I would go into his head like I did in dreams for the last few weeks. I had to be in control. As he grabbed and squeezed my breasts, I learned all of his thoughts and I had an idea of where I was. I finaly had my way out. I focused on his life energy. It was stale and dirty. But I had no choice. I'm going to take it all. He was now shivering in pain. I could hear him shouting stop. But his words landed on my long elfish, deaf ears.

Finally the old bastard blew his nasty load. I could feel and taste his spunk in me. It was most foul and it made my stomach hurt. My first meal tasted horrible. As a succubus I knew that's what I had to eat cum for the rest of my life. That and life energy. But never his again. Once is enough. As I looked down on the ground I realized how pathetic this worm of a man was. He would use a child's innocence and corrupt it forever. I was that corruption. I saw him unconscious on the floor. I grabbed his scary book. I flipped through the pages and I realized I could read it. I used a spell to wake him. He awoke wheezing and choking on his spit. I towered over him. Confidently. I know his life is at an end. I took out what's left of his energy. I saw him groggily open his eyes to look at me. A look of fear was in his eyes as I now had his spell book. He wanted to say something, but his murmuring could not complete any words. I looked down on him and said,

"I just ate your decrepit soul, you evil bastard. It was my first. Death now awaits you. You expected me to be your succubus sex slave? Ha! You yourself brought on your demise! Your hypnosis spell never worked! I am free to be the new me. I hope your plans forever fail in hell! Go meet the Dark Ones and tell them I sent you!"

I opened another page in his book. I realize the book isn't inherently evil. It's just a tool whether in good or bad hands. I still have time to decide what path to take. But for now I'll be a bad girl. I start reading a page in his book. Blue smoke starts coming out of my mouth. Each word I say strikes the old bastard. He squirms with each syllable. With the last word out of my mouth, there's nothing left but dusty bones. I relished the thought of destroying him.

I collapse to the ground. My own energy drained. I sob a little bit. My act is over. I realize that even after all I did, I'm still just a scared little boy. In my mind, I learned that the old bastard's hypnosis spell was to make me ready for my new life as a succubus. I prevented him from fully embracing my
demonic side. I think about what would have happened to me if I did give in to him. Would I still have killed him anyways? I look at my transformed body. I hug my legs. I could feel my breasts rubbing aganst my knees. I think about my new life ahead of me. I'm both excited and scared. I feel I could do anything now. I grab my scary book and pick myself  up. I can never be the poor orphan boy Ori. That life is over. As the new me, I must be confident and cunning.  I think it over and I give myself a new name....

"Io. I shall now be known as the Succubus Io."

"I will let no one or nothing deceive me anymore, as long as I exist! For I will be the one to deceive!"

I smile at my proclamation. I am ready for whatever life throws at me.

New Candidates for the Empire

If you were captured by them, what would be your preferred choice of citizen in this colony?

To Rescue a worm

A thief is sent to rescue a worm, but it gets complicated.

Catgirl #1

A young teenage boy turned into a catgirl.

The Cave of Solitude

Am I alive or am I dead? Is this purgatory? I cant see anything. I cant tell if I'm blind or not. Darkness is the same if my eyes are open or not.

I've been wandering in this darkness forever it seems. How do I even know I exist? Do I still have a body? or am I just a wandering thought?

When the bandits came, I ran into this secret cave. I found it myself. I don't think any of the townspeople know about it. I managed to escape from them....and pretty much everything else.

I'm no longer hungry or tired or scared. I'm just lost in nothingness. I stop and rest on the ground. I don't know how long I sleep. When I wake up, nothing changes. The darkness never leaves.

I'm struggling hard to keep my memories of being a carpenters son. I've helped my dad make lots of things. I was getting good at building things with just a hammer and nails.

I reflect on what my life was and what I could have done differently. Should I have fought back? What if I hid out in the swamp? Should I have went after my girlfriend and walked in here with her?

No. I don't wish this endlessness on anyone. I have no choice. I keep walking. I continue on this trip into darkness.

One day, if I could call it that. I saw a speck of something. I knew it had to be real since there has been no light in ages. I had a new goal. to get to that light. Ten thousand steps and I still see the faintest light get brighter.

I felt more alive the closer I got to it. It was a small campfire. I was still bathed in darkness, but that fire felt so warm and inviting. I sat right next to it. Lights and shadows were playing tricks on my eyes.

As I sat next to the glowing fire, I never noticed how cold this darkness was. I forgot how it felt to be cold and what it meant to have fire and light. I started to focus on my body. I guess I do have one. I've been in darkness so long, I could not tell what I looked like.

I was smaller. And thinner. I placed my hands over the fire. My fingers were thin and feminine. I no longer had some scars from my work accidents. They were smooth and beautiful.

There was a warmth in my cheeks as my hands caressed them. I could feel my own sadness as I touched my features. My nose was smaller. My chin, smooth and soft. My forehead felt warm with the hair that fell down on it. I touched other new things on my head. I tried not to think about it, but they were there. Hard horns right above my long ears. I'm scared about what they are. But I need to focus on the rest of me. I'm afraid that if I stop, I'll disappear again.

I felt up my legs. They were smooth and slender. They weren't thick and muscular from the many errands I ran around town. Each one was covered in some smooth silk stockings. I couldn't imagine where they came from.

My clothes weren't what they used to be. My long shirt lost its sleeves and somehow I felt like there was a short dress on me. As my hands traveled up my taut waist, it felt ticklish. I could still feel how smooth my skin was even under the dress. I poked my belly button with my fingers. I let out a soft breath. It's like I was touching my girlfriend for the first time.

I gasped in awe as my hands touched two mounds of flesh on my chest. The last time I felt such softness was when my mother hugged me. It sent a shiver all over my body. The darkness changed me. I wasn't a boy
anymore. What am I? Am I still human?

Even after all that pondering, the fire still kept burning. I didn't want to leave. No matter what form I have I was afraid of leaving this fire. I was afraid that I would lose myself again. My eyes close drowsily as sleep claims my body again.

"Wake up Zetanya! Oh Please wake up!" I heard a voice say. I felt arms shaking in my shoulders as something jumped on me.

I opened my eyes and found a girl. She had long hair and smaller horns on her head. I looked around and I saw the fading, glowing embers of a dead campfire.

"Say some thing sister! Has the Cave of Solitude still got your soul? You haven't forgotten your dear little sister Musemiya?" she replied. "You've always been so sensitive to the magic of this cave."

"Uhhhh. Where am I?" I said in a raspy voice. "I feel like I was living someone else's life. It was so vivid and full of sorrow."

"Well Zetanya, that's what happens when you go into this cave. Reality gets confused in here." Musemiya replied, "I doubt any human could survive it. Only our race is strong enough. Let's get out of here. You won the bet. You proved yourself. All our friends are waiting outside the cave for you. Let's all go and have some tea. We can talk about the visions you had in here."

I hold my sisters hand and we leave the cave. I rub my eyes as I head outside into the warm spring morning. My friends smiles and faces cheer me up. I really don't know if what happened in the cave was real or not. I don't know If I was a carpenter boy or a girl named Zetanya. But whatever I am now, I'm glad to have escaped from that darkness.

Slime Asylum

I have another slime girl caption for you all. I posted it on 4chan's D as well. Lately they've been killing off
caption threads. They either burn too quickly or some mod doesn't like them. Lets see how long the new caption thread lasts over there. I you found this place through 4chan, welcome to my site! I hope you like it
here.

The Sorcerer's Daughter

A little girl gets new toys from her mom. She knows what they are and where they come from.

The Delivery Boy

A delivery boy disobeys the first rule of the job. Don't open the package.

Harpy Mommy

A mountain forager finds a harpy chick and its hungry.

The Desert Scorpion

The story of a magic desert and the creature that inhabits it.

New elf princess

A prince that went off to battle comes back quite different

Shariza The Dancer

A prince is changed into a harem dancer to be safe from his enemies. But is his new fate any better?

Monster Girl Fountain

A monster girl fountain. What would you do if you went into one? Which one would be your dream monster to turn into?

Spider Waifu

Yet another one for the anons on 4chan. Someone put up the picture and I captioned it. Enjoy!

Chimera Fusion

Another 4chan request done. The requester wanted these stipulations: A husband and wife are bickering over what has happened to them and the ultimately like what they have become. I think I did okay. What do you think?

The Spectrian Empire

Here's a little bit of possession for y'all!

Lovers embrace

Heres another 4chan request. I guess it came out kinda long, again! The jury's still out on whether its popular over there or not. Well anyways, have a read and you tell me.

Bride of the Dragon

A young woman is transformed. She has no choice but to accept her new role.