Soul Pervert

  Charlie had decided that the weather be damned, her life be damned, the news be damned, she was going to the beach. She took the short walk to the sandy spot not a mile from her tiny little house excited to take in the water and sun, in her tiny white bikini. Sadly, it wasn’t meant to be. As she was slowly getting out of the water after just a short half hour of diving around, Charlie looked around and saw that everyone was being ushered out of the surf. She could make out some yelling of the lifeguards about “Something in the water”, she thought maybe they had spotted a shark. She shook her head, to help get the water out of her ears, as she had been swimming aggressively in and out of the surf the whole time. As she did she felt herself grow a little off balance as if her weight had shifted drastically. “Damn tide” She thought as she shuffled her way to shore, before losing balance and falling back in the water. Charlie grew dimly aware that her bikini top and bottoms were a bi...

  You felt bad, sure, but your twin step sisters had been harassing you all summer. Constantly making fun of you for staying inside working on your “science project”, and being an overall nerd. They didn’t understand you were on the cusp of breaking through on your new wonder drug, that every second you spent tediously tweaking your recipe instead of basking in the sun you were taking steps closer to perfecting it. Designed as the ultimate aphrodisiac and body sculpting enhancer, you had crafted the cocktail to morph and improve someone's physic into that of their idealized perfection. So, when the idea of human test subjects arose you decided it wouldn’t hurt to get a little bit of revenge.  Acting reluctant, you finally agreed to go to the beach with your two step sisters. They cheered as they prodded you into buying a few drinks for them on your own dime as they whisked you off to the beach. Deftly you poured the perfected concoction into the twins drink and smiled as the t...

  “Surely, with this outfit as my profile picture I'll snag a few boys looking for their manic pixie dream girl” Trixie had been trying desperately to get action on dating apps. She had just moved to a new city and was surprised to find difficulty getting some action in the new area. Where she came from Trixie had men lined up to go on dates with her, but in this new city, she found she just didn't have the looks that got dates. She had been out a handful of times, and each man ended up ghosting her halfway through the dates. It was absurd. Something about not being their type each man said.  As Trixie took yet another sexy picture, reveling in her petite form, she received a notification about a new dating app that was growing like wildfire in her area. Surprised at the coincidence of the situation, she downloaded the app. Platinum Plus, “ You'll love who defines you”. As Trixie entered in the same tired old information, she was surprised to see that she could select in gr...

 Dani had been your partner in crime for a few years. A slight woman, who was all business and no nonsense. The two of you had been pot dealers for awhile, then when it became legal the two of you decided to really put your heads together and start growing some real kush. Dani was really into the quality of the weed, making sure the stuff grew big and was huge in the THC department, with a green thumb like crazy she was the main grower. You on the other hand had some other talents, particularly in the hybridization of different strains and really creating unique variants of weed that did more than get you stoned. You had created a few different strains that brought up the arousal, a few that helped with major relaxation (almost trance-like) and finally your best creation, a weed that seemed to add size and girth to the sexual organs. After a little bit of testing, and a huge throbbing cock later you were ready to reveal it to your partner Dani. “You have got to be kidding!?” Dani l...

  The girls had started a group chat for the bachelorette party, nicknaming it, “Bulls on Parade”. Even though Rebecca had asked for her bachelorette party to not involve sex, she knew her two besties Cherry, and Lori would make sure it was full of raunchy strippers, and slabbed up thick dicked thong wearing idiots; Chalk full of penis straws, and blow job jokes. She sighed, Rebecca was about to marry George, her wonderful fiance and though George had sworn his friends were going golfing and camping out at a remote lake cabin (where no stripper would surely come). Rebecca had her doubts. George and his buddies did enjoy going out for “guys nights” where she was sure they went to the “Titty Bars”. Sure, George wasn't the sexiest or biggest man, neither in stature or in cock length, not that Rebecca measured those things, but he was kind and made her happy. So Rebecca looked the other way when he came home smelling of cheap drinks and sweet perfumes. But this was her bachelorette par...