Hey Literoticans! I've been working on a new story and I'm pretty satisfied with the first few chapters so I'll be releasing them over the next few days.
This is a m/m forced feminization story centered heavily around light sci-fi elements (shrinking, body transformation), BDSM, cuckolding, extreme violence, extreme humiliation, body worship, and watersports. Of course, if
ANY
of that turns you off, be warned!
This first chapter will be pretty vanilla in terms of graphic detail as it's more of an introduction to the story. The second chapter will dive more into the kinks listed above.
Also, I will typically have a
content warning at the bottom of each chapter
, with the exception of this one. This is to avoid spoilers for limitless individuals like myself.
Otherwise, enjoy =)
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I cursed at the screen as it flashed 'You lose' for the umpteenth time.
'God fucking damn it. How am I still so fucking bad at this shit'
I whined internally, raging at myself for getting dominated so easily. I slammed my fist angrily on the desk before leaning back in my chair, letting out a sigh. '
Fuck this. I'm done for tonight'
Spinning on my chair, a damp feeling coated the bottom of my sock and I looked to the side of my desk. That little outburst sent my beer flying off the desk, spilling it all over my carpet.
"Fuck me" I huffed, cursing my stupidity, before getting up and heading into the hallway to look for some paper towels. As I turned the corner to the kitchen, I noticed that my roommate's door was slightly open.
"Brad?" I yelled, waiting for a response. Nothing... He's probably out with Sarah. It was Saturday, after all. They were most likely at some house party or rager.
'
Weird that he'd just leave his door open if he went out, though. He usually keeps his shit locked up'
I thought as I crept up closer to the door
"Hello?" I yelled again into the door, louder this time.
Butterflies in my stomach, I leaned into the door, peering inside through the crack. There was no one inside, thankfully, just a TV flickering on mute and some clothes sprawled on the floor.
I step in and call out for him again, trying to cover my ass for coming in uninvited. Nothing again.
Shrugging to myself, I scanned around the room for what I was really in there for. My heart jumped as I found it, sprawled out on the floor of his closet: Their shoe collection. I bolted back to the door to check the hallway once more for any signs of him before I ran back over and knelt beside the discarded footwear.
Obviously, most of the shoes were Brad's. An assortment of size 16 extra wide football cleats, sneakers, and work boots, all worn out from use. Brad was a huge dude, about 6'6" and 250lbs, mostly muscle, so it wasn't a surprise that he had huge feet.
I wrinkled my nose at the smell and started tossing them aside. Digging through the pile of footwear, my eye caught a pair of small flats sticking out from under a pair of snow boots.
'
Those are... Sarah's'
I thought. A knot formed in my throat.
Sarah had been my crush since freshman year when I first met her in the dorms. She was funny, smart, and the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Pretty much everything I'd ever dreamt of. I spent every waking moment thinking about her; her soft smile, her sweet voice, and her gorgeous body, of course. I spent months getting to know her and we really hit it off. Until one day, I came home after a long afternoon of studying to find her panting and screaming under my roommate Brad as he tore her pussy apart.
I was devastated.
Looking back, I don't know why Brad offered me to room with him at his new townhouse, much less why I accepted. He was an absolute asshole to me in freshman year after he started dating Sarah.
Him and his friends from the football team would constantly make fun of how skinny and weak I was compared to them, telling me I had a girl's body, especially when she was around. They would come into the dorm drunk when I was just trying to study or play games and harass me constantly, forcing me to wrestle them so they could put me in humiliating positions, laughing and calling me names as they made me beg for mercy. All while she watched.
But when she decided to move in with him, I just had to accept. I needed to be near her in any way I could, even if it meant living with this huge bully. Brad laid down the ground rules once we settled in. The cleaning, laundry, and other 'womanly duties', as he put it, were all my job. He made me agree to all sorts of things, most of which had me on the shit end of the deal. But I would have said yes to anything to be close to Sarah.
I grabbed one of her flats and pressed it to my nose, breathing deeply. She obviously hadn't worn them in a while as only a vague scent lingered. I pressed it harder to my face, trying to greedily suck up all the odor that remained. It was heavenly. My hand reached for my cock through my pants and begin stroking it vigorously, imagining her soft soles on my face. Moaning slightly, I stuck my tongue out to taste the old stale insole.
"Yo, fag. What the fuck are you doing?" I heard a voice yell out and my stomach sank. It was Brad. He was here. I was fucked.
I quickly threw the flat away and glanced behind me. He stood in the doorway with a stern look in his eyes and a bemused half-smile. As much as I hated to admit it, you could see why Sarah hooked up with him. He was a total alpha stud -- tall, tan, cut abs, chiseled jawline, and piercing grey eyes. He had it all.
"I leave my room for 5 fucking minutes to take a shower and I come back to find you doing some gay shit with my shoes?"
My face turned bright red.
"No... I wasn't I-I swear!" I stuttered. My heart pounded as I thought of a way to explain myself, but the words got caught in my throat. I couldn't tell him they were Sarah's. He'd fucking kill me.
"I mean, I knew you were a faggot bro. But a foot fag too?" He said mockingly as he entered the room, shaking his head and chuckling "This is too fucking good"
