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"You're so beautiful you would have been burnt at the stake" -my partner
Stop flirting with my crush! Even though they don’t know I exist!
texting your babe. Babe: 1:00pm Me: 1:01pm Babe: 3:35pm Me: 3:36pm Babe: 5:45pm Me: 5:46pm
Marceline or Princess Bubblegum?
My girlfriend and I want to go as Pb and Marcy for Halloween but we can't decide who should be who. We both seriously love both characters but we're not sure if I'm more marceline or she is? Or if I'm more Pb or she is. We're even asking our friends to help
I was thinking that maybe my girlfriend and I could go as Asami and Korra but when I asked her she was just like "who?" and I told her that they're from from legend of Korra and she still had no clue what I was talking about so I guess it's time to educate her in the matters of Lok
SIX SPELLS
Original TG Caption by @shadowbornkayla
“A deal’s a deal, Doug. You lost the game, so each of us gets to cast one spell on you.”
I fucking hated wizard school. So many rules and traditions, backwards customs and fucked up games. Joining this fraternity was a mistake. And now I had to subjected to this initiation? I was pissed.
“I didn’t even want to play this stupid game. But go ahead, whatever.” I say in the chair in defeat, hoping they’d finish their humiliation and just be done with it.
Marko cracked his knuckles, going first. “I’ve been waiting to try this one. You probably heard about it, but no one at this school has the balls to actually do it.” He made a complicated hand gesture at me, and shouted the spellword:
BEAUTY
Everyone’s eyes widened at this. “Beauty!? What the fuck, but that changes people into— UGH!” My ribs crackled and my body felt like it was on fire. It hurt so much! I could feel my face moving, everything in my body twisting and shrinking and growing simultaneously. I felt like putty, my bones rearranging. My chest erupted into two breasts, my genitals morphed into a womb and vagina. My hair grew long and full, and I became a small, dainty, impossibly beautiful woman. My onlookers watched in horror and arousal as it ended.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” I yelled, my voice carrying a higher pitch, but no less angry than I could manage before.
“Wow, hahaha, that actually worked! I thought you were going to turn into a monster or something, but you are fucking hot, Doug! Looks better this way, doesn’t it?” Marko laughed. So did the others.
I took a sour look at myself in the mirror, seeing my reflection betray me was awkward. I had a complete dissonance with myself, expecting my former male body but instead seeing this incredibly hot girl stare back at me. Our eyes perfectly locked, our movements synchronized. I had to look away, the vertigo from the strangeness of it all was getting too much for me.
“Okay, okay, my turn next!” Diego chimed in. I rolled my eyes, but I was terrified. I didn’t want them to get any weird ideas.
“No weird sex stuff, Diego. We agreed to that much.” Marko reminded him.
“You make a hot girl, Doug, but I think your wardrobe needs a lift, huh? A girl like you needs a good ‘fit to match.” Diego was a master of transmogrification. He made some outlandish hand motions and said the spellword:
STYLE
I braced for impact. At first nothing happened, I just waited for my clothes to tear themselves apart and be replaced with something fresher, but that didn’t happen. I was a little confused, actually.
“What did you do?” One of the guys asked Diego. I just kept standing there, looking down at my frumpy-looking clothes and waiting.
“How do you feel, Doug?” Diego asked me.
“Uh, okay? I don’t think your spell did anything, I’m still wearing these ugly-ass guy clothes. I thought you’d change them to something more modern and trendy?” I took off the hoodie I was wearing and tied it around my skinny waist, trying to get it to look good on my body. It wasn’t working.
Diego flashed a sly smile. “Oh well, too bad. Hey Wex, do you have any of your girlfriend’s clothes lying around your room our friend here can borrow?” Wexley laughed at that and nodded, then bolted to his room, while the others also laughed thinking it was some kind of dig at me. That was frustrating, but honestly, Chloe’s clothes *would* fit me a lot better, and she always looked so hot...
Michael was next. He was a big guy, kinda slow but well meaning. I think he had been studying sports magic?
“Uh...” he stammered, unsure what to cast. “I guess I could try this one? Might be funny... we usually use it to help ballerinas and stuff...” He made his own set of gestures, maybe a little clumsily, and said the spellword:
GRACE
The magic penetrated me and I took a step back, my foot catching the ground behind me on my toes. I felt lighter. I brought my slender arms up to look at them, and naturally took a pose that was extraordinarily delicate and feminine. It was undeniably graceful.
“I got the clothes!” Wex burst into the room while I was still getting my bearings. He tossed a few things into the floor at my feet, “Hope you like them, **lady**.”
I rolled my eyes and knelt to pick up the clothes, “I could use some privacy, please.” I spoke softly. My voice sounded even more foreign, it was lovely and polite. I moved to a corner of the room and when I was *almost* sure none of the boys were watching me I casually slipped out of my boy clothes.
I took a moment to admire my naked body. It was smooth and perfect, my hips rounded nicely and my butt was pert and nice. My every movement was like a dancer, as I put on Chloe’s panties and bra I was surprised to find they fit so well. Her dress was very classy and went well with my hair and eye color, I thought. Taking another glance in the mirror I was pleased with the look. Maybe later I could apply some makeup for the finishing touch.
“It’ll do.” I finally said, spinning back to the boys triumphantly.
“Uh, Doug, is that still you in there? You’re fucking hot, man.”
“Of course it’s me!” I retorted gently, brushing my hair back over my ear. “Don’t get any funny ideas, I’m still just as much a boy as you guys are. Just finish your silly spells.”
Barry was next, a twinkle in his eye. “Haha, if you say so. This is too much fun. I learned this one from my uncle, who has access to ask sorts of off limit spells these days.” He crosses his arms in front of him, forming an X, and said the spellword:
CENSOR
“Censor?” I hadn’t heard of that one before, “What the hell does that do?”
“Here’s an example, you’re not allowed to say you’re a guy anymore.”
I scoffed. “That’s preposterous. I’m a... I’m a...” I coughed. The word kept catching in my throat. “I’m a...!! ... girl? No! Fudge. How are you doing that?!”
Barry laughed. “The look on your face! You look so cute when you’re frustrated. I can add more restrictions for the next few minutes, like — you’re not allowed to say your real name, or where you’re from, or who your family is.”
“What!? You can’t do that! My name is... ugh! I’m a... From... errrrr.... “
I was freaking out a bit. Here I was, an incredibly hot girl, surrounded by frat wizards, now unable to even defend myself verbally! No one would believe me, I had to just hope they’d end their game soon and change me back.
Some of the guys joined in, adding dozens of restrictions.
“You can only say your name is Felicia.”
“You can only say you’re from Columbus, Ohio.”
“You can only say you’re attracted to guys.”
“You can only say you love sucking cock.”
“You can’t say you like anything remotely masculine.”
And on and on...
I tugged at my hair. Of course these things I could say didn’t make them true, but after enough suggestions they made me sound like some sex-crazed, soft-spoken party girl.
“This has been SO much fun, boys, but I really want to go see my boyfriend!” I said with a whimper. I didn’t want to say any of that! What boyfriend?!
“Aw, she says she has a boyfriend, fellas. That’s too bad. What did you say your name was again?” Barry goaded me.
I rolled my eyes and just gave him what he wanted, not like I had a choice anyway. “I’m Felicia, silly. You already *knew* that, because you are making me say it!”
“Oh, whoops. You’re also not allowed to say that you’re being forced to do anything by us. There, better?”
“Forced to do what? My name really IS Felicia!” I said, flummoxed and pissed on the inside but bright and cheery on the outside.
“Okay guys, I have a really wicked idea for the last spell. You know that forbidden spell Mrs. Lundgren talked about the other day?”
“Uh... the ‘forget’ one? That seems a little advanced, even for me.” Marko shrugged. “Have you even tried it before?”
“No, but that’s why we have a guinea pig, right ‘Felicia’?” He looked at me, dangerously aroused. “I’m gonna do it. I know that you’re just saying these things, but just one level down, you still know who you really are. I wonder if I can change that.”
“Um, like, that sounds like a bad idea, Wex...” I cautioned him. I didn’t know what lay on the other side of this one.
“Nonsense, you’ll be just fine. A happy, sexy, slutty girl. Isn’t that better?” He started some hand motions, big and exaggerated. A little uncontrolled. It looked sloppy to me, but I didn’t know the spell. The other guys seemed unconvinced as well, maybe even a little nervous. Then he said the spellword:
FORGET
A blinding light passed over me and everyone else in the room. I closed my eyes in fear, shielding my face as best I could, but I knew it was useless against actual magic.
I thought hard about my past as a guy, growing up as a boy. About the circumstances that brought me to the school. Changing into a girl because of this stupid game. But... nothing changed. My memories seemed to stay intact!
I opened my eyes and saw all of the guys holding their heads.
“What... what did you do?” I asked, my eyes were dilated and my vision was returning.
“Huh? What do you mean what did I do? Who are you?” Wex asked me.
“What the... what the fuck?” I asked. “Did you make yourself forget what happened? Did you mess up the spell??”
“What spell? What’s going on, and why are you in our living room?” Diego asked me.
Oh no. Did they ALL forget? Except me???
“Wex, do you seriously not remember?” I heard Barry ask, intrigued. “Hahaha! Wow, that’s rich. You fucked up the spell!”
Oh shit, Barry still remembers...??
“WHAT SPELL!?” Wex asked again, frustrated.
“Don’t worry about it, man. What matters is we’re all here, having a good time. Isn’t that right, *Felicia*?” He eyed me, seeing what I also recognized was a tantalizing opportunity. I made a sour face, saying nothing. I knew that when I talked only bad things could happen here.
“Then who is the hot chick?”
“My girlfriend, obviously. Felicia, you *have* to say you’re my girlfriend!” Barry said, adding yet another speech restriction for me. I said nothing, trying to keep quiet might help me out here.
“Whoa, is that true? Where are you from, Felicia?”
I made an awkward face, as awkward as my pretty face would allow. Should I run? What would happen then???
“You’re being awfully quiet, **babe**. Tell them!” Barry smiles, and I saw him make some discreet hand gestures. Was he casting another spell!?
LOVE
I felt it instantly. A love spell? But those were forbidden! It couldn’t work on me, right? It felt like an intense heat, moving up through my body, creating goosebumps on my soft skin and tingling sensations everywhere. I clamped my eyes shut and tried to fight it, tried to think of a way out of this mess.
Before long, the intensity just simmered away to a general feeling of warmth. It calmed me down, and I was breathing easier. That was part of the spell, I rationalized. But I was still me, I could still control myself, even if my words still betrayed me.
I gently opened my eyes after what felt like an eternity, and looked at Barry who was still waiting for me to say something. He had this sly smile on his face, he must be feeling sooo cocky. Ugh. If only he wasn’t so damn cute.
“Well?” He smiled a handsome smile at me. It was disarming... I’ve never thought about another guy like this before. “Tell them what you really think about me.”
It was devilish of him, but just looking at his toned body made me feel woozy inside. I could feel my loins heating up, embarrassed from being put on the spot. Knowing that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. Maybe even more.
“I... I love you.” I stammered, my voice catching in my throat. Did I really just say that?? I really loved this guy???
He walked over to me, confidently placing his arm around my little waistline. It felt... nice. Him touching me sent another round of feelings through my smaller female body. It was all so foreign, but I couldn’t deny it’s authenticity. I really LIKED this guy!! What’s wrong with that?
“Then maybe you wouldn’t mind us getting some privacy, huh?” He stared me straight in the eyes. His eyes were a brilliant hazel color. His stubble made him look manly. More manly than me, for sure. Maybe it would be okay, living as a woman, if I could be with him.
“Okay, okay, we get it. Jeez, get a room already.” Wex turned to the others and shook his head, and the small crowd of guys just dispersed, completely forgetting who I used to be. Leaving me completely in the hands of this hunk of a man, Barry. Who knew full well what I used to be, but wanted me anyway.
Barry slipped his big hand down the back of my pants and squeezed my plump little butt. “I’m going to make you a very happy girl, Felicia.” He whispered, menacingly. I would have been worried about this situation, had I not been so completely enthralled by his machismo. He slipped a thick finger into my new wet pussy, causing me to squeal.
“Ah...!” His fingers were rough with my virgin clit, but it pushed shockwaves through my body and I felt like putty. This felt amazing!
He sucked on my neck, pressing his scratchy stubble against my soft skin, drinking me in as I drank in him. Feeling womanly with my quick breathing. Normally I’d get so horny in the heat of passion and feel an erection, but now that his dick pushed against my thigh I just felt a complete wanting. A need to be satisfied. I grabbed his face between my hands and kissed him with everything I had.
As he lay me on the hard floor on my back, still kissing, lifting my legs as he tore my pants from them, I thought nothing of my former life.
His dick emerged from his pants and I knew I should repulse but I just leaned into the fear. He groped my breasts and slid his cock into me.
He was not gentle. I didn’t mind.
“tequila girlfriend”
tranquil eyes framed by heart-shaped sunglasses flicker from your glass to the older voices you hear
you wear the diamond necklace you never liked and you never asked for as
you listen to music and you watch boys and hope they hear the lyrics and flirt back with their eyes
but you were born too late to be starved like this
the mark of the witch is on your waist and your short skirt reveals plush thighs i am dying to hold on to
and if i do die one day, preferably before your time, i will become a virtue and i will come to you and watch your vices and fall in love with you more
you’ll be the first devil up in heaven
i’m not religious, but i still turn to prayer when i feel like i have nothing left to love
we always talk until we say too much and even then i fall harder for you
i just want to kiss your dry wet lips and you’ll never lie to me again
if they hadn’t heard you too, i wouldn’t be able to prove you were there
and if i never moan your name again i hope my teeth rot off
even if i had a voice in my head screaming at me to turn back, you would just whisper me closer
and i’d gladly oblige in everything you do
your mind is a bloodbath, and i will bring a towel and clean it
and watch you, my girlfriend, sip tequila while i drown out your heartbreak
She secretly knows what his cock can do. That’s why she’s been dating him for six weeks, hoping to get a taste. She’d been pretty forward, but he’s resisted until tonight. Now she’s going all out.
She’s already good looking, tall, and slender while curvy where it counts. But you can see it in her eyes. As if that was enough. As if anything could ever be enough. She’s got him on the ropes, she can feel it, and now it’s her turn to hold back a bit, let him chase her hungrily.
He takes the bait, and she cannot resist a coy smile, only just disguising it with a flutter of her eyelashes. It takes all too long for him to suggest getting coffee after.
They’re in the car now, and she’s corralled him to her place. She’s nervous now. She’s been anticipating this moment for so long... He senses it, and smiles, squeezing her hand. She gives him her key and lets him lead her on through her front door.
It’s been six months now, and he hasn’t had a full night’s sleep in the last two. She’s always waking, or rather, getting him up so she can take another ride. He couldn’t stop her, even if he tried. She’ll turn him on his back, or lie down and pin his groin to her, pumping him for her desire. Her strong, large hands, still delicate somehow, will grip his buttocks, and drive him into her to the very hilt, and then repeat it, over and over, even as she cries out the whole time, making the whole building shake with her orgasms. Sooner or later, she can always make him come. She’s never out of tricks, roleplays, or new moves. At ten feet tall, she insatiable.
Now it’s gone so far that he can feel her growing against him, taller, fuller, stronger, and hornier, even as she’s forcing his cock back to life for another round.
She’ll force him to fuck her tits as they swell around his dick, engulfing more and more of him, and she’ll cry out for him to grab her nipples, thick enough to fit in his palms as he stretches out his arms further to keep ahold, and the whole time she’ll beg him to come for her, to make her grow bigger.
Other times, she’ll bend low and get him up on to a high piece of furniture in their new house, and he’ll plump up her ass, pounding between the cheeks while she challenges him to fuck her harder.
She’s shown him some great things. Once, she managed to make him ejaculate just by moving her pussy muscles over his dick. Her favourite though, has always sucking him off. That’s what makes her bigger all over, causing her to stretch as she licks up and swallows his jism, enlarging with every load she drinks, much like her appetite. His giantess is so good that she can continue blowing him after he comes and get another load within minutes, though she’s always aiming to break her record.
He has had a secret too, for longer than she’s had hers. He has wanted this.
Some days she’ll want to be seduced. There’s not a shadow of a doubt that his amazon of a girlfriend is still just a lady, albeit an absurdly endowed giant one. They’ll have wine, eat the dinner she cooked, and she’ll listen to his jokes, and they’ll make love. She’ll cry out that she loves him, unable to stop herself admitting that she is as much his slave as he is hers.
“Hey, honey, what’s wrong? Bad day at work?”
“You, me, bedroom, five minutes. Skip the rubber. Got it?”
“Evening babe, was work ok?”
“You know, same old, same old.”
“Aw, come here next to me and let me give you a hug. I’ll even be the big spoon today... Oh, so that’s the sort of comfort you wanted. Hmm...”
❤️Girlfriend❤️
I never thought I could ever feel this way before. I just want him to be with me, no where else. Kiss and hug me and tell me that he loves me and only me. When he's with me I feel home and its the best feeling in the world. I never thought I could be so in love, its just so amazing.
If you loved her then why did you leave her ?
Have you ever felt like things are falling apart? .... well, i guess its time to pick up the pieces and keep it moving
This is a picture I drew of me and my girlfriend (I have pink hair) I love it
I just told my ex crush she was my crush at 6am cause I haven't slept and I was watching lesbian and Bi Tik toks and I want a girlfriend rn even though I'm kinda seeing a guy but my gay side is like "no uh, ur gay today" and like, beating up my straight side please send help I just wrote a whole lesbian one shot in like, one or two hours because I want a girlfriend please send help I'm gaying hard tonight imma cry
Revealing your secret identity to your crush