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Read from chapter 1 here! View the Mollusk Match Gallery here! "Why don't we sit-- umm…" Uma stepped away from the stable and eyed the pasture around them. "Over here!" She beamed, trotting over to an exceptionally soft-looking patch of grass. Grace hesitated, still glancing toward the door. 'I guess there's nothing I can do but wait,' she briefly lamented before following Uma. "Yeah, sure." She inspected Uma's body from behind as they strolled toward their destination. There were no apparent changes besides the somewhat bestial nature of her eyes. Upon both of them sitting, Uma faced Grace with a wide grin. "I'm really excited, by the way! Aren't you?" Grace raised an eyebrow. To be completely honest, she still didn't trust Uma. Despite her resolution to make friends, not enemies, Lucius had already poisoned her well of good intent; she was off to a bad start. Uma seemed friendly enough, but she was also incredibly suspicious. "I guess I'm not really sure how to feel right

Read from chapter 1 here! Read every current chapter in my "The Belle Tolls" gallery! Belle was having what most would consider a bad week. She sat in the back of Sophia's car, masturbating as she trembled and dripped with hot, sticky sweat. All the while, patches of white fur gradually crept over her body, with the occasional black splotch. "Ugggh… I-- I dohnt wantsh thish…" She moaned in pure, adrenaline-fueled fear mixed with pleasure. How long would it take for Sophia to get back? How long did she have before she lost her humanity forever? "Mmm--ooooh!" Belle gasped and cried out as she slid her fingers over her vulva. Although no grass was near, she smelled the earthy, verdant fragrance. Drool pooled in her mouth's corners as she desperately attempted to stop the vague cow-related fantasies that popped into her head. Would it really be so bad? Living a life of carnal bliss where she got to eat, get milked, and have sex like a wild beast? "Oooooh… M--Moooo…” She

Read from chapter 1 here! Find every chapter for "A Lesson in Transience" in this gallery! Chris knew therapy only worked when the patient was willing to share. She took a deep breath and considered her following words. “I guess I’m still confused about the whole ‘gender’ thing,” she confessed. Dr. Patel tapped her fingers on her knee and considered Chris’s words. “I can only imagine. Before I make assumptions, could you elaborate? What about the concept of gender leaves you confused?” “Self-perception, I suppose?” Chris replied while scratching her neck and shifting her eyes away. “I was a heterosexual man ever since puberty. Even now, it’s not like I secretly hoped to be a woman.” She paused to gather her thoughts, grateful for the cool air pouring in from the above vent. “But, now that I have this body, I’m going by ‘she’ and ‘her .’I even ticked the feminine options for my paperwork today,” she confessed, her cheeks flushing red as she fidgeted. The doctor took a moment to

The tribesman’s hand trembled as he unlocked the door of the villa. Though he had been busily chopping up a goat in the courtyard for several hours now, his neck slick with sweat under his kufiyya, a shiver still tingled down his spine. The sounds of his fellows outside in the abandoned courtyard seemed very far away. “Ma’am?” His voice cracked, echoing shamefully back at him as he crept into the old house. There was the creak of bare floorboards, the imprint of furniture still pressed into the bare walls. Motes of sand fell down from the ceiling, glowing like gold in the half-light. The platter of bloody-rare meat felt heavy in his hands. The stench of its apricot sauce was sickening. “Ma’am?” He called out again. “Madame Cassiopeia?...” Long golden nails rested on his shoulders, their razor edges snick-snick-snicking against his ears. There was a long, undulous shudder around him, the shadows forming into a familiarly rotund shape. Something wide, soft, and gurgling pressed into