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Do you like well paced slow burns?

Do you like complex characters and scheming?

Do you like reading about someone's will being whittled down until they are a loving pet?

You might just like my story Dog of War.

(Art by Lise-Lemonade on the HDG discord)

Dog of War is story about two people helping each other grow into themselves. It's focus is the development of the main pair's relationship and personal growth, with a healthy dosage of kinks thrown in. The main ones are Total Power Exchange, Ownership, Hypnosis, Conditioning, Feminization and a house special I like to call Princessification. However, it also has things like medfet, somno and a couple other things as a minor focus or in passing.

It's set in The Human Domestication Guide universe, a kink setting with far more world building than you might think! Feel free to browse it's wiki. Dog of War is highly rated in the setting, in fact, it's #1 by Kudos with a decent margin currently, but if you like more personal reviews, I got you covered!

+even more under the break, but you can also browse #dow on my blog to see everything everyone's been saying! Theres even fanart you can see some of here!

Here's the link to the story one more time, just to save you a scroll up~

(Plus one final link to Dog of War)

bunny or maid?🍓🍑/Welcome to the blue bunny's room💙/I'll do my best right in the middle of the week!🌞 by sugag

Sisters of Toxicity: SFW Feminization Short Story

Image Link: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1125477763129977406/

Series: Bad Boys Become Good Girls

Saw some stories like this, of feminization on tumblr and wanted to try to write my own. Feedback would be appreciated and maybe I can turn this into a continuous thing.

So after writing this out, this story was meant to be more nsfw but honestly it became so wholesome so I tossed that out lol. Hope you guys like it and any feedback would be heavily appreciated.

Vincent Marrs had it all. Or so it seemed on the surface, incels and misogynistic men, even conservatives (non traditional of course) once considered him the perfect man, the perfect patriarch.

It's hard to look back and determine where the line is. The line being when this path was laid out for him by his partner or when he had knowingly chosen to turn himself into this. To embrace feminization and womanhood with open arms. To accept that he wasn't suited to being a man. A good man that is. When his fear over his own toxic masculinity took hold and he decided to embrace and cherish his girlhood, the path that his former girlfriend, now wife and domme had chosen for him.

Vincent was a rockstar. A mixture of luck and talent. When he was 17 him and his former band, Toxic, had been scouted by a agency that promised them everything. Fame, power, prestige, and wealth. Sometimes, Vincent wondered if he had sold his soul to the devil along the way. Those devilish rituals and late-night fantasies of fame felt more real in hindsight, as if something supernatural had indeed paved his path.

As his fame grew, a darker side seem to take over for Vincent. He had it all, money, power, and any woman he could ever want. The world was his for the taking. He knew this and everyone knew this. He could get away with any petty crime he wanted as long as he didn't cross the big line. He could have any woman he wanted. He doesn't know when this new dark side began to take over. It started subtly enough. He started to give less and less of a shit about the women he slept with.

With the fame, however, came a darker side of Vincent—one that he hadn't seen coming. He stopped caring about the women who flocked to him, and in his mind, they became nothing more than disposable playthings. His fame allowed him to get away with treating them as if they were objects, humiliating them to impress his bandmates and maintain his image as the ultimate rockstar. Breaking hearts was just part of the fun, part of being "the man." He’d laugh about it with his friends, rationalizing that these women were just "stupid" for falling for him. It was all part of the game, he was a wealthy high status men, it was his right to play with women. He never promised them a relationship. That was their problem, not his. But beneath the facade, Vincent knew there was something wrong—he just didn't want to face it.

He would take women, his fans, to his dressing room after concerts. Watch them strip and take off their clothes, make them do all types of humiliating and embarrassing things for his satisfaction, on camera. He would record it to show his band mates later, they'd laugh at these poor stupid women, for falling for someone like Vincent. All that mattered to Vincent was being the cool womanizer of the man. The things guy did for the approval of other men...it was sometimes homoerotic at times.

Then she came into his life, and everything started to change.

Valerie Sappho. Lead singer of Matriarch of Venus, a band that Vincent and his bandmates had openly mocked. They hated everything she stood for: feminism, empowerment, the outspoken lyrics about patriarchy. Tyler, his best friend, had even smashed their CD, dismissing it as “feminazi trash.” The hatred they spewed toward her and her band was almost reflexive. Misogyny ran deep in their veins, and Valerie became their target, especially for Vincent. The more he learned about her—the feminist leader who had escaped a cult-like upbringing— the more he wanted to break her, to humiliate her like he had done to countless others. But Valerie was different. She wasn’t just some groupie or fangirl. She was powerful, independent, and far more self-assured than anyone Vincent had ever encountered.

So, Vincent decided to attend one of her concerts, disguised of course. He couldn’t risk being seen at a Matriarch of Venus show, for fear of what the radical leftist media might say: that he was a feminist, that maybe Matriarch of Venus should collab with his band. But he feared more what his bandmates might think. He wore a wig, camera glasses, and dressed down to avoid recognition. His plan was simple: observe her, get under her skin, and figure out how to break her from the inside out.

But as soon as he heard her voice live, something inside him shifted. Valerie's passion was undeniable, and her presence on stage captivated him in ways he didn’t understand. Her lyrics, which he had once dismissed as “cringe feminazi nonsense,” now hit him differently. They spoke to the very core of him, challenging everything he thought he knew about himself. For the first time in his life, Vincent felt vulnerable. Listening to Valerie, it was as though a mirror had been held up to his darkest impulses, forcing him to confront the toxic masculinity that had consumed him.

This was the moment where things began to unravel. Valerie wasn’t just a challenge for Vincent. She became an obsession, but not in the way he had originally intended. The more he listened to her, the more he began to question himself. What was he really doing with his life? Was he truly happy with who he had become? The misogyny, the objectification, the constant need for male approval—it all seemed so hollow now.

He had forced himself to push these thoughts deep down. Valerie was a fucking woman. He was a man. Men were the strong and dominant ones. He needed to break her. After going to her fifth live perfomance, a woman, in her early 30s had tapped Vincent on the shoulder. Apparently he was chosen to meet Valerie personally.

Imagine his luck, this was his chance. To teach Valerie what it meant to be a real woman. He subtly turned on his recording glasses and followed the woman backstage. Promising secrecy, no recording devices, and that everything between him and Valerie would remain controversial. He couldn't believe this was happening!

When he met Valerie, he couldn't help but realize how beautiful she was. Long curly dirty blonde hair, green eyes, tall, around 6 foot to be exact, and a slender hour glass figure. She stood several inches over Vincent, he felt so small in her presence, another reason to knock her down a peg.

"Hi Vincent Marrs, it's so nice to finally meet you. You've become quite a regular at my local concerts." Vincent froze when he heard those words. How the fuck did she know who he was. That was when she laid all the evidence out before him. She had known he was there since the beginning. She had loyal supporters in the audience, always scouting for men like Vincent. The way she had said it, filled Vincent with anger, he remembered clenching his fist, wanting to charge Valerie and show her, his superiority. But he didn't.

Valerie also knew about the things Vincent had done, the women he hurt. The way Valerie and her band had looked at Vincent while she spoke, made him feel like a insignificant worm, a scumbag, the worst kind of man. However rather than simply thrown him out, Valerie had asked him to stay the night with her. Vincent was utterly confused why a feminazi like her would want to be with a guy like Vincent, "a toxic male scumbag or something". But she had all the power. Vincent really didn't want his bandmates to know he'd been attending her concert. So he followed her to her hotel room.

They both drank wine as Valerie retold the story of her childhood. A story Vincent was already familiar with. After wine that was when she kissed him...and Vincent kissed back. He tried to have sex with her, to overpower her, to make her submit to him, like he had done to all the women in the past but Valerie refused to submit. And something awakened in Vincent, new urges and feelings that he had never felt before. Valerie pulled out a strap-on and asked Vincent, if he would take it and he, so consumed with pleasure, had said yes. Valerie made him beg and he did.

After he had orgasmed, Vincent remembered running away from her hotel room. The next few weeks after that incident had been the worst moments of Vincent's life. He blew up at his bandmates over the tiniest things, he didn't sleep with any women, couldn't even drink and was having a hard time recording his music.

Valerie Sappho. Valerie fucking Sappho. She had taken him, fucked him like a woman. And...he had let her. Had given in to some secret desire he had never understood. Had sacrificed his manhood for the sake of pleasure.

Vincent became a wreck. He couldn't do anything but think of Valerie. He expected her to call him....but for those two weeks she never said a word. Life for her went on as normal. She performed, did interviews, went to protests and went to her feminazi parties, as if nothing had happened. Her life wasn't impacted the way Vincent's has been.

He remembered getting angry. He started thinking about all the women he had embarrassed and humiliated. Wondering if they had this same effect Vincent had. After one bad performance, Tyler told Vincent he just needed to get laid again. Tyler didn't understand what Vincent was going through. He attended a party with the band, met a beautiful girl named Sophia. He wanted to do to her, dominate her like all the women in the past but he couldn't.

That was when Vincent had enough. He marched to Valerie's studio apartment, getting the address from his manager, who was curious about a collab song. Fucking managers. All they cared about was more money.

Apparently there had been a party, the apartment building was in disarray, hanger ones were still there and the women who knew of Vincent's reputation glared at him with looks of hatred and disgust but he didn't care. He marched to Valerie's front door and banged on it as loud as possible.

Valerie opened up and a woman scurried out the front door, wanting to give Vincent and Valerie some privacy. She was fucking other people. Vincent could tell she was a little tipsy. It would've been so easy, to take her, to reassure his masculinity that he was still a real man but...he didn't.

He talked to Valerie for over a hour. His world view shattering. He told Valerie he hated her for "breaking him" that his masculinity was completely shattered. That he couldn't be the man he once was and that all he could think of was her.

Rather than mocking him, like Vincent had expected. Valerie comforted him. Told him he didn't have to be that man. The toxic one who would eventually turn abusive once petty humiliation lost it's thrill. That he could be better. He had said he wanted Valerie and Valerie had happily oblige. Taking him away, but this time he didn't feel shame or guilt. He felt something unfamiliar.

His meetings with Valerie become much more often and much more public. People speculated that they were dating. Tyler was pissed and demanded to know what Vincent was doing with that feminazi. Vincent had refused to talk. The songs he wrote started to change. Talking about women's liberation. Helping to fight the patriarchy. His band was disgusted but Vincent was the head of the band so there was little else they could do but groan.

With Valerie, Vincent was able to explore a new side of himself. Make up. At first Vincent had opposed the idea. But Valerie thought it was stupid. He used make up for concerts and performances all the time. He sat in chairs as make up artists applied eyeliner and mascara to him to give him the "punk rocker" look all the time. what made this any different?

Nudge but never push. That was how Valerie encouraged him. Eventually Vincent decided to try it out. Except this make up felt so different. So girlier. Lipstick? Pink Eyeshadow? Lip Liner. Vincent agreed that it was dumb and he had fun as Valerie played around with his face, trying different things that gave his eyes more of a fem look.

"No fuck that. No." is what Vincent first said when Valerie bought him a skirt. He had been exploring her closet, watching her explain all the different styles and accessories she used. She bought him a butterfly necklace and despite his band commenting on how gay it was, he wore it. But a skirt? A skirt was too far.

Valerie once again never pushed him. But the disappointment in her eyes was made all the more clear. How long had they been dating at this point? Six months? Eight months? Were they even dating? Vincent really didn't know how to define things with Valerie. Everything seemed to just blend together.

Sometimes he'd just come over and listen to her discuss the latest feminist literature she had picked up. Some days she'd play dress up with his face, put him in different outfits of their choosing. Sometimes they'd drink, do drugs. And other times, she'd give him the best sex he ever had. She let him paint her nail, going with a half pink/half black look. She wanted to go full pink but Vincent didn't allow it. The look of disgust on Tyler's face was priceless. When Vincent had told Valerie about it, she laughed.

And even sometimes, Vincent would be vulnerable, discussing his repressed self hatred and confusion over his own gender and sexuality. Valerie would comfort him during these times, try to help him reconcile with these feelings. Eventually Vincent cave in and put on the skirt, he felt a wave of happiness he had never felt before. Valerie had told him this new feeling was gender euphoria, Vincent didn't understand what she meant but he didn't care. As time went on he'd explore more and more outfits. Leggings with cami tops. Skirts. Dresses. And even the dreaded heels.

At this point the two had already went public with their relationship. They were officially a couple. This tore the band apart. Vincent was accused of selling out their sound for pussy, this misogynistic statement had made the new Vincent cringe. The lead drummer fucked off to another band. Their guitarist left to become a music teacher. Tyler and Vincent stayed around for a little while, trying to make music with just the two of them, but it was obvious that there was a rift between them. The old Vincent and the new Vincent were as different as night and day and it was impossible for Tyler to reconcile with the new Vincent.

Exploring his gender with Valerie had led to Vincent stumbling on a community of trans people. He learned that it was possible to just change yourself. To become something new. To just be a girl. Hormones, gender expression, and even shifts in your sexuality. It was all possible. it was as if a curtain had been lifted and Vincent was allowed to explore another world.

Hrt. Hormone replacement therapy. Vincent ran over to Valerie that night and told her, that he was going to take estrogen. That he was going to be a trans woman. That night, Vincent no longer felt the guilt and shame that usually followed his sexual encounters with Valerie. For the first time, he felt free and happy.

This was the final straw for Tyler who finally decided to leave Vincent. Fuck their contract. Fuck their upcoming album. He couldn't believe that his lifelong friend was a fucking "tra**y". He called Vincent a freak and accused him of letting Valerie brainwash him with her feminazi rhetoric. That was the last time Vincent saw Tyler in person.

Vincent ran over to Valerie's crying. He had lost everything. His parents no longer wanted to speak to him. His lifelong childhood friend was gone. His band was gone. He had nothing. Valerie held him for hours as he cried, telling him that it was ok. That he would find a new band, he could still perform.

Valerie revealed the reason she had chose a relationship with Vincent. Because she could see a deep sadness inside of Vincent. That his toxic masculinity was hollow and hiding something, hiding the beautiful woman he wanted to be. Vincent started writing songs with Valerie and playing supporting vocals for her band. Her band, who had been on the fence about Valerie's relationship with a misogynist like Vincent had turned over a new leaf.

Vincent found himself accepted with open arms. The other girls took care of him. As Vincent began to change, they'd protect her from guys who would get too pushy or too handsy. This was the sisterhood he had heard so much about. Girls protecting girls. Girls putting girls first. It was antithetical to everything Vincent had once believed.

When Vincent officially came out as trans on twitter, it took the world by storm. Some crazy radicals accused him of succumbing to the woke mind virus. Some former fans of his called him a F*ggot and other slurs, as they said they knew he had gone gay. Ignorant, intolerant assholes. Tyler had apparently started a podcast where he called Valerie a radical succubus who had turned Vincent into a monster, something Vincent and Valerie both found great amusement in. Vincent changed his name to Victoria. None of Valerie's fans even misgendered Vincent. They accepted Victoria with open arms and she felt safe and accepted.

A year had passed since Victoria's public outing. She had taken a break from publicity, to find herself. She explored a new sexual side with Valerie, a more submissive side. She found pleasure in allowing Valerie to take control, allowing her to be the one in charge.

The hormones had done wonders on Victoria's body. Her muscles had melted away, reshaping into curves, breasts, and a shapely ass. Something Victoria hadn't believes was possible. Her eyes have soften, and she grew her hair out longer. She learned to style it, exploring different options with Valerie.

Vocal training was the hardest part. Victoria still wanted to sing, to be a performer. At times, learning to sing with her new female voice felt impossible, felt like it was all wasted effort but over times, with the encouragement of Valerie and the Matriarchs of Venus, Victoria found her new voice. She found a new band, hosting auditions with the help of Valerie, trying to find a new voice to go along with the new woman.

The Sisterhood of Toxicity.

The roar of the crowd was deafening, as Victoria held a white claw in her freshly manicured and painted hands. This would be her first time performing as someone new, performing as Victoria. Her transformation over the year had been one of struggle, setback, fear, anxiety, and depression. But here she stood, the woman under the toxic man. Victoria Sappho.

She rubbed her slender fingers alongside her neck, as if massaging her vocals for the upcoming performance. What would people think of her? Her manager had helped set up this concert, it was supposed to be a small showing, around 1,000 people but apparently the tickets had sold out in minutes, the manager, sneaky money hungry bastard, had changed venues, and upped the number of attendances to 20,000. And that was how many people, now stood outside, wanting to watch the former "bad boy of the music industry" perform.

The media buzzing was on Victoria's mind. The speculation over her new image: the former bad-boy rocker, once the epitome of toxic male energy, is now seen attending feminist events, wearing skirts, makeup, and openly embracing femininity in public. Advocating for women's rights and speaking openly about her past mistakes, no longer hiding behind the façade of her old self. No longer wanting to be the toxic man.

Despite the backlash from conservative fans and other musicians, a new wave of supporters rises. People admire her courage in shedding the skin of her former self. Her music takes on a new life—feminist anthems, introspective ballads, and songs about personal growth fill her latest album, which she dedicates to Valerie. It's unlike anything she's ever done before, but it’s honest.

"Nervous?"

Victoria looks up at the soft kind voice that napped him out of his trance. The woman she dedicates her new life to, the love of her life, her wife Valerie. "Yes..." Victoria takes a small peak behind the crowd to look at her fans, both new and old fans of her old stuff, those not radicalized by hatred over anything reeking of "wokeism".

"It's just...this crowd is a lot more diverse than my former one." Victoria says with a laugh.

Valerie giggles softly, "Still pretty white out there...just a lot more women and less-"

Valeria paused, as if searching for the right words when Victoria decided to finish, "radical incels?"

"Yeah that." the two say before giggling. Valeria takes Victoria's hands before embracing her into a tight hug, being careful not to touch her make up, and helping to straighten her skirt in the process.

"You look perfect, your singing sounds amazing, you'll do fine sweetie." Valerie says.

Victoria closes her eyes and allows herself to bask in this moment. Her new band mates walk towards the couple, a few playfully gag and tease them, kindness and happiness. Victoria was surrounded by it all, and sometimes she wondered if she deserved it...especially because of the man she used to be.

Victoria stepped forward, the heavy curtain parting as she walked into the spotlight. As a woman, as a trans woman, she never every part of her was being scrutinized. The way she walked, the clothes she wore, Every part of the way she carried herself was being inspected and looked over.

The crowd blurred together, into a messy swirl of noise and lights. Victoria looked over the crowd and giggled to herself because yeah Valerie was right. A very white girl esque crowd. However Victoria realized that wasn't fear in the pit of her stomach but something new, something unfamiliar.

Anticipation to show the world who she really was.

The screams of her name echoed through the arena, a mixture of old fans, new fans, dedicated loyals who had stuck with her despite everything, and others who were there out of curiosity, waiting to see what had become of Vincent Marrs—the infamous misogynist turned feminist icon. The tabloids had torn her apart over the last year, speculating about her shift from bad-boy rocker to someone openly embracing femininity but also masculinity, unapologetically standing in the middle of the spectrum.

Her heart pounded as she grabbed the the mic from it's stand, the flowy black skirt she wore brushing against the fishnet that clinged to her legs, she wore a leather jacket, her old leather jacket, once a symbol of her masculinity, now adorned in rhinestones, in the shape of Violets. Her makeup, softer than the exaggerated lines of his old look, caught the light in a way that made her feel… seen. Whole. Like a woman. The crowd silenced themselves, as if anticipating Victoria's next words.

“Before I start,” she began, her voice shaky and quiet, “I wanna say something. I’ve hurt a lot of people over the years. Women. I hurt a lot of innocent women over the years. Women who deserved better. Women who didn't deserve a toxic man like me. Women who put their faith in me. Sometimes...I wonder if I deserve the life I have now. The most beautiful woman in the world, who accepted me, who saw someone hurting and took me in, allowed me to become who I wanted to be. I just wanted to apologize for all the women I hurt in the past. I know I don't deserve it...but I want your forgiveness."

Victoria realized she was crying, tears falling from her eyes, smudging her make up, but she didn't care. Whispers ran through the crowd as various pictures were shot and cameras caught this moment on camera. Victoria looked to Valerie behind the stage who smiled at her softly.

They had discussed this last night. It was Victoria's decision, she wanted her first out concert to be a apology, to the women Vincent hurt.

“I spent a long time hiding from who I really was—acting out, hurting women, thinking toxicity and chauvinism is what it meant to be a man. But I’ve learned something. Strength isn’t about hurting others. It’s about being true to yourself, even when it scares the hell out of you. And love… love isn’t weakness. It’s the strongest thing I’ve ever felt.”

Her eyes found Valerie at the side of the stage again, standing there in the shadows, her hand resting against the butterfly necklace she’d given Victoria over a year ago. How so much about Vincent had changed. She smiled, Victoria felt the warmth of that beautiful smile reach her even from where she stood.

“This one’s for her,” she said even quieter than before, though the crowd still heard it. “For Valerie. And for all the other woman who had to put up with my toxic male bullshit.”

Taking that as their que, the band began their first song, after the opening drum solo, Victoria found her footing and began to sing. The crowd cheered and Victoria eventually got lost once again, in the familiar peace that came with music.

However this time was different. She was different and her music reflected that. Victoria's new music was soft, vulnerable, angelic. It wasn't loud or angry. Her lyrics told the story of redemption, of anger and pain. Of a toxic man who thought he had to be cruel to survive, until love, real honest, genuine love pulled her out of that abyss.

Of a toxic man who learned to embrace her womanhood and accept herself. It told of victory for women out there, who had to put up with toxic men like Victoria. They were only supposed to play the two main songs on Victoria's new album but Victoria went through the entire album, her band hadn't stopped her and continued to preform.

Victoria had cried some more as she performed the different songs. When she was done playing her voice was scratchy, raw, and felt like she had swallowed a dozen razors. When she put down the mic, the crowd cheer but it wasn't for Vincent Marrs, the toxic bad boy of rock. It was for Victoria Sappho, the woman who found herself.

As they left the stage, the crowd continued to cheer, filling the entire room as they all changed for more. They were happy, not just for the music but for Victoria, the woman Vincent had become.

Backstage, the noise of the crowd softened as Victoria made her way over to Valerie. She felt lighter, as if a weight she hadn’t even realized she was carrying had finally been lifted.

This was as much Valerie's victory as it was Victoria's.

Valerie raised an eyebrow as she approached. “You’re glowing.”

“Am I?” She glanced down at herself, tears covering her top a small laugh escaping her lips. “Must be the makeup and tears.”

“No,” Valerie stated flatly, stepping closer. “It’s you.”

Victoria's smile widened and for a moment they stood there, taking each other in. Basking in each other's present as the outside world seemed to fade away. The band, scattering out of the room, not wanting to break the moment.

Valeria wiped Victoria's tears, gently brushing some hair from her face. Taking in Victoria, the woman made from the iron bars of manhood.

"You've come a long way, Victoria Sappho," Valeria said, as her fingers played with Victoria's cheeks.

"It's all thanks to you..." Victoria said.

Valeria laughed, shaking her head, Victoria looked up at Valeria in confusion. "Sweetie, it was you who made the choice. You could've chosen to walk away, a long time ago, gone back to being the toxic man, any time you wanted. Tyler would've taken you back, you could've gotten the band back together, even done a revival album, went back to being the toxic man you were. But it was you who embraced womanhood...or as you said, stuck the girl-juice into your thigh."

Victoria laughed at that last statement, she remembered telling Valeria about all the funny names trans women used to describe estrogen. How they had found humor in it, as Valeria watched Victoria inject herself many times.

"There's a party tonight...Matriarchs of Mars set it up for after tonight. Do you want to come?" Valerie asked.

The new parties...so unlike the parties that Victoria used to participate in. They were a safe space for women, a place where women could be drunk or have fun while being protected by the sisterhood from toxic rape culture.

From men like Vincent.

Victoria nodded, a small smile on her face. Valeria smiled as well, her girl, her wife, she was learning to heal. She felt lighter already. It was like she was starting to learn she didn't need to chain herself by the past crimes of Vincent. That she could be free.

They left the concert and stepped into the night. Hand in hand, as wife and wife. The world was waiting, uncertain and unpredictable, but Victoria was ready. For the first time in her life, she knew exactly who she was—and that was enough.

As they walked away, Victoria took one last glance at the stage behind her, the place where her past had crumbled and her future had begun.

She didn’t look back again.

Choose Your Own Smutty Halloween Adventure - Round One

"Hi there dear readers! This is technically a sequel, the prequel being here. Go read it! It'll introduce you to the characters! Or don't and read the actual smut. Up to you!"

"Who are you talking to?" The naked Delilah questions from the stage.

Mordred walks up to Delilah, leans down, and whispers in her ear. Delilah gasps in horror. "So, you gonna be quiet while I do my show?" Delilah nods. "Thank you."

"Welcome back to The Fucking Game!" A mysterious studio audience cheers. "Thank you, thank you! Last time on the show, I introduced you to our lovely contestants, and the fuck toy to be, Delilah!" More crowd cheers. "Well, now, let's see how everyone voted!"

"So, the fan picked winner was non other than The Demon Queen herself, Lilith!"

Audience applause and cheers are heard.

"And now my dear readers, here is Lilith's date with Delilah!

A curtain falls, blocking your view of the set. Shuffling is heard from behind it. When the curtain finally rises again, the game show set is gone. No chairs, no chains, no yellow wallpaper, no traces left. Instead, what you see is a room of rock and fire, as if you were in a cave that has flames spreading all around. But, in the center of this room, is a slab of rock, and on this slab of rock sits Delilah, coming too as if she had been asleep. As she shifts you can see that a pentagram has been painted on the rock slab. She is an offering.

Delilah groggily speaks out, “Where am I? What’s going on?” Her naked body sweats from the heat of the flames that surround her. She would run, but the fire is trapping her in place.

And then, Lilith walks into sight, walking up to Delilah and runs her hand through Delilah’s hair. Delilah begins begging, “Please let me go, please, please, please-”

“Now, why would I allow my new soul go? You’re mine. Given to me.”

“Please, please, please let me go-”

Lilith begins to slide her black panties down, slowly revealing her red cock. Delilah slowly watches this confused, her cock is way bigger than those panties could have hidden. Lilith takes her panties by two fingers and hangs them over Delilah, and suddenly they are set ablaze. The panties morph, slowly becoming a black liquid dripping onto Delilah’s back and neck. Like hot wax it burns Delilah’s skin, causing her to squirm and whine.

“Please, please-”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Lilith watches with a smile as she slowly burns her toy. A slow agony that feels like eternity, finally the panties are gone, and finally Delilah knows some form of relief. “Please let me go…”

Lilith uses her right hand to lift Delilah’s chin so she’s looking right into Lilith's eyes. “Oh, sweetheart,” Lilith’s left hand starts to run through Delilah’s hair slowly, “Do you truly not want what I have to offer? What you want is important…”

Delilah is about to ask to leave, but Lilith’s left hand penetrates her head, almost phasing through. She can feel Lilith’s nails pierce her brain. Her mouth moves on it’s own, “Please fuck me, please use me like I’m nothing, destroy all the humanity I have left, make me drown in your cum!” Delilah is shocked at what her own voice said.

Lilith laughs as she pulls her hand out of Delilah's head. “Well, if that’s what you want, fuck toy.”

Delilah doesn’t understand, that’s not what she wanted to say. “Mm, fuck me please, ruin me~” Delilah would never say that! Her body moves against her will, crawling on her hands and knees in a circle until her butt faces Lilith, and then she pushes her ass in the air, presenting to her. “No no no this isn’t right” Delilah thinks. “Please fuck my ass, my Queen.” Delilah says.

Lilith grabs Delilah by her hips. “If that’s what you wish!” Lilith lifts her cock and rubs the head on Delilah’s hole. Delilah lets out a slight moan. “Please, please, please, please let me go” is what she thinks, but “Please, please, please, I need your cock!” is what she says. Lilith, not one to disappoint, pushes her cock in, nice and slow. Delilah moans long and slow as Lilith’s huge cock forces its way into her. Once Lilith’s crotch finally hit’s Delilah’s ass, she pulls it out, all the way. And, then she forces her way back in, all the way. Delilah is moaning in pure ecstasy.

From the other side of the room, another person walks out of the shadows. It’s also Lilith. A second Lilith, cock and all. “Look at you, you were born to be a hole!” The second Lilith laughs. The second Lilith begins to undo her bra, revealing her huge, red tits and holds the bra above Delilah with two fingers. Just as the panties did, the bra catches on fire, and becomes a black liquid that slowly drips onto Delilah’s back. Delilah let’s out an agonized cry as the hot liquid hits her while Lilith speeds up how fast she fucks her. Drip. Drip. Drip. Lilith fucks her faster. Drip Drip Drip. Faster. Drip. Drip. Drip. Faster. Delilah is having a hard time knowing what to feel. Pleasure from the anal. Pain from the liquid. It’s getting fused together in her head, both hurt, both please.

Once the bra is completely gone, the second Lilith wastes no time to lift her cock and force it into Delilah’s mouth. Delilah feels it force her way down her throat, though only momentarily, as Lilith then begins to thrust back and forth, slamming the cock into Delilah’s throat again and again. Both her holes are full of demon cock. No matter how much she resists it, she can’t escape it. She is nothing but a toy for the Demon Queen.

Both Lilith’s moan as they finally let go inside Delilah. Delilah doesn’t even notice Lilith cum in her ass, because she’s preoccupied by Lilith cumming in her mouth. There’s so much cum, and Lilith is still fucking her throat. Lilith keeps cumming and cumming, it’s all Delilah can taste, it’s all Delilah can smell, Delilah can’t breathe. There’s so much cum, air can’t get in. She’s choking on it. She’s breathing cum. And, then, when Delilah thinks she can’t take it anymore, she blacks out, drowning in Lilith’s cum.

A curtain from nowhere falls, blocking the scene of Delilah’s deflowering. When the curtain rises, we are once again met with game show set, all five contestants sitting in their chairs, Delilah laying stomach down on the ground her wrists chained to the wall. As Delilah regains consciousness, she begins to cough, cum coming up her throat that she spits out. A studio audience laughs.

The host, Mordred, walks back on screen. “Wasn’t that just lovely?!” A studio audience cheers. Mordred walks up to Lilith, sitting in her chair, “So, Lilith, how did you feel about your date with the lovely Delilah?”

Mordred moves the microphone over to Lilith’s mouth, “Well, I’d say it was a lot of fun! I think Delilah and I still have a lot that we can learn from each other. But, whether I win or lose, her eternal soul is mine!” The studio audience laughs.

“Well then!” Mordred says looking directly at you, the reader, “The night is young, and The Fucking Game is just beginning! We will once again take an audience poll to decide who else gets a chance to fuck Delilah in round one!”

The audience cheers.

“But, this time, it’ll be a flash poll! Only a one day vote, not a week long one!”

The audience gasps with surprise.

“After this next date, we will have another poll to decide who is the first contestant eliminated from The Fucking Game! But, for now, who is Delilah fucking tomorrow?”

Please let me out I don’t want to be a girl (oh god it feels so good, I just need release please, oh god I’m a good girl please call me a good girl)

Listening to the feminization pod with a pink glow coming from the inside that i just shoved my latest client into~

Pickup Artist Forced to Crossdress

Chapter 2

Original by @syoukakunren on Twitter.

Translation by me

ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/kurisutranslates

I can’t wait for VR games to become life-like, to the point where you can’t even differentiate a game from reality

Just imagine hooking a “boy” up telling “him” to play this new game you found

And then seeing his flustered face behind his glasses as he finds himself the princess locked away in a castle, cute dress and all

Now “he” will obviously push back at first, but this is the best puzzle game on the market! And you’re not some wuss that won’t give it a shot just because you play as girl? Are you?

So they give in, and have a great time!

Though actually the puzzle elements aren’t really that interesting, they all require the player to in some way demascualte themselves, by putting on different dresses, doing their own makeup, give a speech about how much they like their princess duties, pick the best shoes to go with their dress

But she enjoys it so much despite the lack of any puzzling

She doesn’t even see through what’s happening

And by the time she beat the games

She’s so disappointed to be out of it

But luckily the I’ve got plenty of other games to hook her into, ones much more aggressive in just how feminine you need to play

And I know the little princess will have a great time 100% completing all of them

Happy forcefem friday, girls! Time to grab the dresses, makeup kit, estrogen needles and rope 🥰

Yes Femcorp has plenty of caseworkers and entire teams of people willing to take your hand and gently coax you through every step of your transition as slowly and affirming and ‘normal’ as you want it or whatever. I’m not one of those caseworkers tho. If you end up in my care i’ll never mistreat you but i will absolutely strap you down and make you look like the girl I know you should be. I love crying i love screaming i love useless squirming. I love scary sounding surgery and injections and tattoos and piercings and making things hurt. I love hickeys and bitemarks and clients trembling under my delicate touch, under my teeth if they’re cute enough. I don’t need to be gentle, i want- i demand you to be a girl and i have no reason to ever take ‘no’ for an answer🖤

I literally don’t care if you want to leave. Your girlfriend filled out all the paperwork already and i never start a job i won’t finish. I’d say to hold still, but if you don’t it won’t change anything and it’ll just take longer and hurt more. You can beg and squirm all you want, after we’re done with all your operations you’ll be such a gorgeous girl you won’t want to go back. Not that i’m risking that, your girlfriend said mental conditioning was okay but i’m thinking more complete personality rewrite and memory flush. After all, why would i give such a pretty face and stunning body to someone who doesn’t appreciate it? My recommendation is you relax and see if you can convince me you’re enjoying this, and maybe i’ll let you keep your memories. Or you can squirm and fight and call me names and you’ll end up just as pretty and i’ll get to see your delicious expression as we delete everything you are to make room for a lovely new girl inside your head. I’d say imagine it, but what’s the point? There won’t be any of you left. Just the beautiful young woman we made out of an empty vessel your girlfriend brought us. Lets get started~

Hello completely closeted tgirl looking wistfully at the cute girls in the salon while on an unrelated shopping trip, what if we grabbed you and pulled you inside and treated you like one of our regulars who has just oh so inconveniently had her whole outfit ruined, clearly you’re going to need to stay here all day while we make sure you’re okay and while we’re at it let’s get your hair fixed up and do your makeup and find you some new clothes so you can go back out into the world looking gorgeous.

Thinking about being tied up and laid out with a vibe inside me and a fucking machine slowly stroking my cock.

She teasingly runs her fingers along my skin. A gentle squeeze at my hip, a soft grope of my tits. She works my body expertly until I'm whimpering and moaning for release.

She turns up the speed and the vibe slowly bringing me to climax after climax not letting me go until nothing comes out and I'm painted with my own cum

Aw, what do you mean you don't want me to break your mind? You don't want me to erase your identity and make you my brainless cock hungry slut? This was just a fun kink to you, you didn't think it'd come true? Well, sweetheart, what you want doesn't matter, you're mine now. I will do what I want with my toy. And I've decided to break you, to ruin you, to remove every thought from your head. You will be my brainless sex toy, whether you want that or not 🩷

i love subtle mind control/mental alteration. small changes that might not be noticable - enough to make them feel like something might be off, but it feels so good they don't really want to question it.

things like compelling them to tell you every time they're horny, making them unconsciously prefer to sit at your feet, dress sluttier, talk more submisively and rely on you more for help. all just to watch them slowly corrupt themselves into more and more of a mindless unaware slut

Hi, don't mind me, just walking over here in my short little maid outfit. Just doing some cleaning up. Just pinning you to a chair and tidying up your whole look. I prefer having a mistress to serve, after all, not a master

don’t give in to peer pressure! the only thing you should be forced into is feminization

Choose Your Own Smutty Halloween Adventure - Round One

"Hi there dear readers! This is technically a sequel, the prequel being here. Go read it! It'll introduce you to the characters! Or don't and read the actual smut. Up to you!"

"Who are you talking to?" The naked Delilah questions from the stage.

Mordred walks up to Delilah, leans down, and whispers in her ear. Delilah gasps in horror. "So, you gonna be quiet while I do my show?" Delilah nods. "Thank you."

"Welcome back to The Fucking Game!" A mysterious studio audience cheers. "Thank you, thank you! Last time on the show, I introduced you to our lovely contestants, and the fuck toy to be, Delilah!" More crowd cheers. "Well, now, let's see how everyone voted!"

"So, the fan picked winner was non other than The Demon Queen herself, Lilith!"

Audience applause and cheers are heard.

"And now my dear readers, here is Lilith's date with Delilah!

A curtain falls, blocking your view of the set. Shuffling is heard from behind it. When the curtain finally rises again, the game show set is gone. No chairs, no chains, no yellow wallpaper, no traces left. Instead, what you see is a room of rock and fire, as if you were in a cave that has flames spreading all around. But, in the center of this room, is a slab of rock, and on this slab of rock sits Delilah, coming too as if she had been asleep. As she shifts you can see that a pentagram has been painted on the rock slab. She is an offering.

Delilah groggily speaks out, “Where am I? What’s going on?” Her naked body sweats from the heat of the flames that surround her. She would run, but the fire is trapping her in place.

And then, Lilith walks into sight, walking up to Delilah and runs her hand through Delilah’s hair. Delilah begins begging, “Please let me go, please, please, please-”

“Now, why would I allow my new soul go? You’re mine. Given to me.”

“Please, please, please let me go-”

Lilith begins to slide her black panties down, slowly revealing her red cock. Delilah slowly watches this confused, her cock is way bigger than those panties could have hidden. Lilith takes her panties by two fingers and hangs them over Delilah, and suddenly they are set ablaze. The panties morph, slowly becoming a black liquid dripping onto Delilah’s back and neck. Like hot wax it burns Delilah’s skin, causing her to squirm and whine.

“Please, please-”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Lilith watches with a smile as she slowly burns her toy. A slow agony that feels like eternity, finally the panties are gone, and finally Delilah knows some form of relief. “Please let me go…”

Lilith uses her right hand to lift Delilah’s chin so she’s looking right into Lilith's eyes. “Oh, sweetheart,” Lilith’s left hand starts to run through Delilah’s hair slowly, “Do you truly not want what I have to offer? What you want is important…”

Delilah is about to ask to leave, but Lilith’s left hand penetrates her head, almost phasing through. She can feel Lilith’s nails pierce her brain. Her mouth moves on it’s own, “Please fuck me, please use me like I’m nothing, destroy all the humanity I have left, make me drown in your cum!” Delilah is shocked at what her own voice said.

Lilith laughs as she pulls her hand out of Delilah's head. “Well, if that’s what you want, fuck toy.”

Delilah doesn’t understand, that’s not what she wanted to say. “Mm, fuck me please, ruin me~” Delilah would never say that! Her body moves against her will, crawling on her hands and knees in a circle until her butt faces Lilith, and then she pushes her ass in the air, presenting to her. “No no no this isn’t right” Delilah thinks. “Please fuck my ass, my Queen.” Delilah says.

Lilith grabs Delilah by her hips. “If that’s what you wish!” Lilith lifts her cock and rubs the head on Delilah’s hole. Delilah let’s out a slight moan. “Please, please, please, please let me go” is what she thinks, but “Please, please, please, I need your cock!” is what she says. Lilith, not one to disappoint, pushes her cock in, nice and slow. Delilah moans long and slow as Lilith’s huge cock forces its way into her. Once Lilith’s crotch finally hit’s Delilah’s ass, she pulls it out, all the way. And, then she forces her way back in, all the way. Delilah is moaning in pure ecstasy.

From the other side of the room, another person walks out of the shadows. It’s also Lilith. A second Lilith, cock and all. “Look at you, you were born to be a hole!” The second Lilith laughs. The second Lilith begins to undo her bra, revealing her huge, red tits and holds the bra above Delilah with two fingers. Just as the panties did, the bra catches on fire, and becomes a black liquid that slowly drips onto Delilah’s back. Delilah let’s out an agonized cry as the hot liquid hits her while Lilith speeds up how fast she fucks her. Drip. Drip. Drip. Lilith fucks her faster. Drip Drip Drip. Faster. Drip. Drip. Drip. Faster. Delilah is having a hard time knowing what to feel. Pleasure from the anal. Pain from the liquid. It’s getting fused together in her head, both hurt, both please.

Once the bra is completely gone, the second Lilith wastes no time to lift her cock and force it into Delilah’s mouth. Delilah feels it force her way down her throat, though only momentarily, as Lilith then begins to thrust back and forth, slamming the cock into Delilah’s throat again and again. Both her holes are full of demon cock. No matter how much she resists it, she can’t escape it. She is nothing but a toy for the Demon Queen.

Both Lilith’s moan as they finally let go inside Delilah. Delilah doesn’t even notice Lilith cum in her ass, because she’s preoccupied by Lilith cumming in her mouth. There’s so much cum, and Lilith is still fucking her throat. Lilith keeps cumming and cumming, it’s all Delilah can taste, it’s all Delilah can smell, Delilah can’t breathe. There’s so much cum, air can’t get in. She’s choking on it. She’s breathing cum. And, then, when Delilah thinks she can’t take it anymore, she blacks out, drowning in Lilith’s cum.

A curtain from nowhere falls, blocking the scene of Delilah’s deflowering. When the curtain rises, we are once again met with game show set, all five contestants sitting in their chairs, Delilah laying stomach down on the ground her wrists chained to the wall. As Delilah regains consciousness, she begins to cough, cum coming up her throat that she spits out. A studio audience laughs.

The host, Mordred, walks back on screen. “Wasn’t that just lovely?!” A studio audience cheers. Mordred walks up to Lilith, sitting in her chair, “So, Lilith, how did you feel about your date with the lovely Delilah?”

Mordred moves the microphone over to Lilith’s mouth, “Well, I’d say it was a lot of fun! I think Delilah and I still have a lot that we can learn from each other. But, whether I win or lose, her eternal soul is mine!” The studio audience laughs.

“Well then!” Mordred says looking directly at you, the reader, “The night is young, and The Fucking Game is just beginning! We will once again take an audience poll to decide who else gets a chance to fuck Delilah in round one!”

The audience cheers.

“But, this time, it’ll be a flash poll! Only a one day vote, not a week long one!”

The audience gasps with surprise.

“After this next date, we will have a week long poll to decide who is the first contestant, eliminated from The Fucking Game! But, for now, who is Delilah fucking tomorrow?”

oh fuck all my noun phrases and passive participles are getting covered with pepto bismol please help