Pranked in PinkPranked in Pink by StickySteph
Groaning with pain from your massive hangover, your eyes open wide as you look down and see a big maze of fur blocking your vision. You try to sit up, but there is a heavy weight jiggling on your chest, and your head feels like it weighs ten times more than it should. You reach up to push the fluffy weight off your chest, and and see two giant pink fur cuffs wrapped around your wrists, and long pink nails have been attached to your fingers. Sitting up quickly, the weight on your chest grasps your skin and bounces around underneath the fur collar, and you see you've been dressed in a pretty pink dress with ridiculously huge fur trims! A big fluffy petticoat peeks out from under the hem of the skirt, which surrounds your thighs with a big tube of pink fur. Your feet are inside a pair of boots, which have a massive ball of fur exploding around the top of them, surrounding your lower thighs and most of your feet. A pair of lace tights are wrapped tightly around your legs.
"What... what the
Toon SkinToon Skin by StickySteph
One bright sunny day, you find a curious glowing pencil laying on the side of the road. You are immediately compelled to walk over and pick it up, and as you do, you notice a thin line being drawn from its lead into the air. Gasping in surprise, you give another flick, drawing a circle in mid air, which falls to the ground. You look around to see if anyone is watching - no one seems to be around. You decide to try something a little more complicated, and draw your name in big outlines. Once you’re finished, you grab and pull at them, and they resist your strength as if they were made out of cast iron. You laugh in amazement, and try the eraser on the letters, and see them scrub out of existence as quickly as they were make. You suddenly get a very exciting idea, once that will test the limits of your artistic abilities.
You’ve always been a doodler, and have spent many hours drawing cartoon girls with big flowing hairstyles, huge breasts, tiny waists, and a generous display
The Funhouse 2Greg, Darren, and Jane had just heard about some sort of weird freakout happening at the Funhouse, and decided it would be foolish not to investigate what could be so horrifying. They joked and laughed to each other to settle their nerves as they walked in the front door and made their way down the long hallway.The Funhouse 2 by StickySteph
“Man, look at all of these doors,” Darren remarked. Each one looked exactly the same, giving a sense of orderly creepiness to the place.
“Which one should we try? I bet most of them are locked,” Jane said as she tried one of the knobs. The door opened wide, revealing a solid brick wall. She snickered as she closed the door.
“I knew it. What a cheap set.”
As they headed down the hall, a distant hum suddenly got their attention. A rhythmic hum, almost like a generator, coming from somewhere within the Funhouse. The three looked at each other with surprise.
“Where is that coming from?” Darren said.
“Look!” Greg pointed at
Easy AWARNING this story contains somewhat forced femminization if that isn't your thing please leave immediately, and even more importantly it's terribly written with no sense of understanding for the English language and it's also badly edited and it's being upload when I'm really tired with a huge hangover and no longer care about all the previously mentioned things you have been Warned for everyone else though please enjoy this silly little story I thought of
I am about to die. A dramatic intro into a story for sure, but it was the truth. But how Matt, how can someone as smart and young as you, possibly die, I hear you ask. Well I can tell you that it wont be through a car crash or a blimp accident, or even through a terrible sickness or injury. I'm afraid what I'm going to die from is far worse than that, for you see I'm going to die from the most excruciating humiliation I will ever suffer. Just thinking about what is about to happen is turning my face redder than a tomato, but like
A Silly BrideHow did it turn into this I thought to myself as the girls that had surrounded me continued their giggling and laughter at my expense. But before we get into my current predicament perhaps I should start at the beginning.
My name is Alex, Im 18 years old and I am rather on the smallish side for a boy standing at a mere 5 ft inches. Im also very skinny as I weigh a mere 130 pounds. I have light brown hair that falls a bit past my shoulders and some big green eyes.
I had just finally gotten my own apartment in the city which was convenient because this allowed me to be just a few blocks away from where I worked. I always enjoyed walking to work, because I always liked to see the hustle and bustle of the city streets. One store in particular that always seemed busy was a local bridal store that always had some bride and her entourage trying to find the right wedding dress.
I must admit that the whole process was rather confusing to me. Why people would pay thousand
Costume in a Can: Bachelor No More "Oh, wow! This place is fantastic, guys!" Fred commented as his two best friends and groomsmen ushered him into the main room of the Presidential Suite at the downtown Hilton.
"Only the best for your bachelor party, Dude," Richard said. Fred marveled at the furniture, the bar and the huge wall of windows with a fantastic view of the sunset in the distance.
"This is awesome, guys. Thanks," he said. Suddenly, the curtains began to close. Fred glanced back at his friends in confusion. "What's going on?"
"Well, we don't want anyone to spy on the party, and the entertainment will be here any minute," Paul said with a grin. Richard stifled a snicker.
"Entertainment? What did you get?" Fred asked, stepping over eagerly.
"You," Richard said, lifting up an aerosol can and spraying it right in Fred's face. Fred sputtere
Re-Decora-tionRising from his couch, Travis rubbed the back of his neck and flicked the TV off. It was a re-run of Bones, which, while certainly qualifying as entertainment, was not how he had planned on spending his evening. There were more important acts to be done, and one of them was just itching at the back of his brain. It was like a buzzer, ringing in and out of his head that made his mind scream and shout that he needed to get up and move into the kitchen, connected conveniently to the living room.
The buzzing was a physical one: his dinner was ready and he was starving. Pressing the 'Open' button on the microwave, he pulled out the steamy microwavable meatloaf and let it cool as he opened the refrigerator. He had eggs, milk, a few sodas, and leftover Chinese food from God-knows-when. Bringing a can of Big Red soda from the back of the white wire shelves, he opened it and took a long sip before closing the door, not wanting to raise the utilities bill any higher than it was at the moment.