Game of the Year (Bimbo Bodyswap Commission)

New commission job that came up. Outside my usual standard, but a fun time anyway. Guy creates a slutty, big-titted video game character, just to wake up the next morning as that character and exploring his new body. Sort of a bodyswap, genderswap, transformation focus on this one, so you can skip if you like, but felt like a fun and interesting little exploration.

David had enjoyed the game from minute one. Hot Cats was a random find in the used games section, looking like it was returned (if not thrown away) a few times over. It sported a sexy woman in a lot of latex and big hair like some kind of 90s dominatrix, so David snatched it up quickly. It would at least make for some cheap fap bait, he figured; something like Rumble Roses or Dead or Alive, or one of those other games where you could play with one hand and didn't care if you lost.

He'd spent all night in his one-bedroom apartment on the character customization alone. The Male section was clearly neglected and not what David was after anyway. It was every bit as trashy as he'd hoped. Nothing in the clothing section wasn't tight or skimpy. The bust had all sorts of detail to its settings (maximum size and maxed out jiggle, of course). The voice clips were all feminine grunts and moans he expected more from a hentai heroine than a fighter... if that's even what this girl was supposed to be. Even the back of the box wasn't very helpful about what the game was about, besides "adventures across the dangerous city of New Pork."

He was up much later than usual toying with his future character. "Krystal Kaverne" had been his favorite of the randomized names, and he'd made her out as a sort of veteran dominatrix, or maybe a matron of a kinky brothel. He set her at 42 with huge wobbly tits, big fuckable lips, round hips and long legs ending in high heeled boots. Everything was black on her as if she were every bit a dominatrix as she was a supervillain or piece of G.I. Joe eyecandy. Big black hair, black latex corset, black thong bottom, and thick black lipstick over her thick lips.

Dave finally had to crash. He saved his last few hours of work and switched it off once he was sure it was secured. He didn't want to spoil himself on the "deep storyline" until he was ready to commit to it. He flopped into his bed, unaware that he would not wake up in it.

A police siren brought him out of his sleep. He shot up out of bed, throwing off the sheets and seeing the flashing lights rushing away down a city street into the distance. His eyes were still a bit blurry, and his chest ached. It was still dark out, and he wasn't used to police activity in the area. Despite his small apartment, he lived in a pretty good neighborhood. Then again, it looked like there was some smoke coming from some of the buildings outside...

And several shady characters loitering outside.

Annnnd a big-titted ninja jumping across the rooftops.

Things were absolutely wrong. As soon he got up, he noticed how awkward his footing was. He had to grab the dressed for balance, where his hand caught onto a massive bra. Once his feet felt stable, he looked around for who it belonged to. Nobody else was there, if you didn't count the loud music playing from downstairs. He wouldn't have pinned the old couple that lived there as heavy metal fans, but then again, this was clearly not his apartment. A big but outdated tv, a massive blood-red wardrobe, lots of discarded womens' clothes on the floor (slutty lingerie, and more giant bras and thongs, mostly), and a huge, full body mirror... that showed a black-haired, huge-titted cougar.

David gasped and turned around to see if she was behind him. He almost fell again, finding his solid build to be not what he remembered. He looked at his feet and saw the thigh-high, stiletto heeled boots he'd picked for his character. He gawked and touched his face. Soft skin with the faintest of wrinkles. Big pouty lips. He swallowed hard and lowered his hands. He had the biggest tits he had ever seen on a real human, looking like two beach balls tucked into a black corset. He stopped when he was surprised at how good that felt. They weren't just big, but sensitive.

He hesitantly stepped up to the mirror again. He was the same exaggeratedly sexy woman he'd made last night. There was a pinging noise over his head, and several familiar buttons appeared next to the mirror.

"Press X to rotate. Press O to cancel."

"Oh fuck, I'm in a video game," he muttered, but it came out in the throaty, smokey voice of Krystal through his new pouty lips. It wasn't horror that came as his first reaction, but arousal. Damn, did he have a sexy voice. He turned around, keeping his eyes locked on the mirror as he looked over his killer (if borderline cartoonish) curves. He looked good for a 40-year-old cougar. The heels were one thing, he discovered as he circled around carefully, but the body was another. It responded like his own, but everything was so different. His center of gravity was nowhere near where he was remembered it, and the fat and muscle on this body was wildly different placed than his own.

He ran his hands up his sides, feeling up his newly formed body. His hips and chest tensed when his hands grew close to them, a startling but not wholly unpleasant new sensation. He turned to check out his round ass; somewhere between bubble and badonkadonk, so a bit more than a handful. He chuckled quietly, but found it unsettling coming out of such a sexy body. People wouldn't buy that, and he didn't know how long he'd be in this game and this body. He tried a giggle, and it came out far higher and sexier than he'd planned. He smiled at the pleasant feeling of being turned on by his own body, and gave his latex-wrapped booty a smack. The smooth and clear slapping noise felt immensely satisfying, announcing the jiggle of the body's bottom. It all sent a tingle up his crotch, and not the kind of crotch her was used to. He smiled and face the mirror to lean far forward, letting his breasts hang and form a deep canyon of cleavage before he shook his shoulders side to side, letting them wobble around like crazy.

He took a deep breath to try steadying himself, only to find that this stretched out his tight costume and pressed his huge beach ball tits out even further. There was no avoiding this, he told himself. A prompt appeared by the mirror: “Press R1 to crouch!” He ignored it since there was no apparent buttons to speak of.

Instead, he just squatted down, carefully settling his round ass on the floor. The thong back left his bare cheeks on the ground, the feminine flesh flattening out a bit against the carpet. He spread out his soft, motherly thighs, giving off a feminine gasp as the snug, rubbery bottom of his outfit buried itself partly up inside his newly formed pussy. His mind wasn't quite able to keep up with the idea that this was him, so the sight of a big-titted milf wearing S&M gear was still arousing him, even if it was just looking at himself.

He smiled at the mirror, seeing what he would have called "dick-sucking lips" part slightly at the gesture. He cleared his throat testingly, even if it came out in the husky, seductive female tone already. "Hey there, sexy," the mirror seemed to reply as he spoke to it. That sexy voice again. He didn't have any boner to get from it, but he felt his excited pussy's muscles tense a bit.

He reached down and stroked his hand over the leathery bottoms, massaging his crotch through it. He brought his other hand up to cup one of his magnificent tits, bouncing it in his hand and pleased to feel just how soft and jiggly it was compared to how huge and heavy it looked. "Hey there, handsome," he tried again. There was that same confusing and exciting shock through his system; his male mind commanding the sexy woman, her responding perfectly, and then the arousal of that male mind entering his female body.

He bit one of his thick lips, and the cycle went on. Seeing himself aroused just made himself aroused. A throaty moan escaped him, the lusty grunt of a horny and experienced female lover. He spread his legs a bit further, finding the soft body far more flexible than he'd expect from his own by some mix of female anatomy and video game physics. He couldn't think of a single female videogame character who couldn't do a perfect split, after all.

One hand pulled aside his latex panties, the long and crimson nails gently pricking against the sensitive skin as he bared his pussy to himself. He let out another womanly moan as he saw the thick, fleshy folds and couldn't help but touch them. The heels of his boots dug into the carpet as the shocking rush of heat went up from his new privates and up through his belly. He took his time rubbing over the neatly trimmed bush and the outer lips, but he found his fingers inevitably drawn inside himself.

The visceral sense of all the warmth and wetness around his fingers mixed with all the sensitive flesh being stroked, making him throw his head back and give a soft grunt. His hips bucked forward, greedily taking more of the fingers inside him. He winced and adjusted himself to make room for the long nails as they pricked his sensitive insides. "Easy, big boy," he panted in Crystal's voice, his mind a haze of lust and confusion that left him as one horny mess. He could only think to keep masturbating, pumping his fingers more rapidly inside himself as he watched the eager fingering in the mirror. He cupped one of his breasts, licking his lips before he slid it clumsily from his top. He saw how heavily it bounced free, pulling it up as far as he could. Just as he expected, the hard nipple reached his full lips, so he wiggled his delicate tongue over the tip.

His hips pumped forward again at the next new sensation. All these new erogenous zones were overwhelming him, and his girlish moans blew hot air over his hard nipple. "Who's a dirty girl?" he whispered to the mirror, sounding just like the sample line from the character menu. He felt his new clitoris budding inside him, and his fingers were quickly learning where to place themselves and just how much pressure to put on the tender little growth to make him feel like it was about to explode.

Until it did. His pussy tightened around his fingers and he arched his back, giving a huge, drawn out moan as his whole body shook. His womanhood emptied itself over his fingers in a quick, hot current of juices that squirted over on his hand and fingers. He stared at his panting form, one breast out with the nipple against his lips and his eyes half-lidded. He was still catching his breath when he curiously raised his fingers to his face and licked the two clean of the mildly sweet cream.

An electronic ping came from overhead, and he glanced higher on the mirror where a little text box had appeared. "Achievement unlocked! 'Narcissus."

"Oh, get off my fucking back," Dave purred contently, letting his snug bottoms slide back into place. He winced and jumped as he learned just how tender it was down there after the intense period of "me time," regretting letting it go so suddenly. He fixed his hair as best he could, though it was far from his expertise. "Well, fuck me," David sighed into the mirror, making his breasts rise and fall. "Now what am I supposed to do with all this?"

Big News! Heranes: Trials of A Demigoddess is on Amazon

Well, I did it. after a lot of writing around here, I've finally got something of an actual novel out; cover art and everything!

The story of Heranes follows a daughter of Hera in ancient Greece trying to earn her right to godhood through 12 trials. At the disposal of a perverted king, this leads her through mud wrestling witches, catfighting with titans, wrestling earthquakes, and battling arms of bandits in rough, sexy, and hopefully a little funny adventures of a mouthy redhead with a dash of goddess in her.

Parts 1 through 3 are available on Amazon as ebooks, and a fourth part should be coming by the end of the year. Probably an anthology edition as well at that point, possibly with new art depending how the first run does.

For people wondering, Part 1 included the three trials I posted on the blog as well as a third and fourth trial, so it's twice as long as my post here. Parts 2 and 3 are 100% original (as much a Hercules parody can be...) and won't be released for free anywhere for a long, long time.

https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=node%3D154606011&field-keywords=heranes

So try it out! It's dirt cheap for an e-book as I understand it, and they're about 17 thousand words for 2 bucks (a fraction of buying a commission).

If you're REAL frugal, you can skip part 1 and pretend you know what I'm talking about when centaurs and ninjas get mentioned later. Or wait a month or so and get the full Olympian Edition, which quite frankly, should cost less overall and make me more money because of how Amazon works.

Cheerleader vs Soccer Highschool Fight

latest commission story. The intro was written for me in present tense so tried to stick with that. Fun challenge, it just took a lot of backtracking on the tenses.

Amy walks into school a day after the hardest day of her 18 years of life. She missed the penalty shot that would have given her soccer team the championship; instead, her miss gave the opponents a shot and they connected to win the championship. She wore a baggy hooded sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants that day to try to hide herself from embarrassment and the name calling from the other students, especially Rachel.

Rachel also 18 is the head cheerleader and the hottest girl in the school standing 5'5" tall weighing no more than 110 pounds. She has a nice tan and long silky blonde hair with a flat stomach and toned, but not too big arms and legs. Rachel came into school today wearing a tight fitting tank top and short skirt showing as much skin as the school will allow which is the complete opposite of what Amy is wearing. It was one more reason why Amy hated her most of all.

Amy gets to her first class and sits at her seat with Rachel sitting at the desk right behind her. Rachel reaches forward and grabs Amy's hood and pulls it down. "Hey, everyone, look! It's the girl who embarrassed our school yesterday at the soccer game!" Rachel says as the whole class laughs. Amy grabs her hood and places it over her head again to hide herself from the laughter and mocking. This kept on coming throughout the day from Rachel and the rest of the cheerleaders.

Finally, the last bell rings and Amy gets to go to her happy place the soccer field, but first has to stop in the locker room to change into her practice uniform. She takes off her baggy shirt and pants and reveals her perfect body. Rachel might be the hottest girl in class, but Amy is not far behind in the looks department. Many say she looks like a younger version on Alex Morgan with long brown hair, brown eyes, tight ab muscles, and strong arms and legs with a golden brown tan from playing outdoors everyday. Amy puts on her practice uniform and walks out to the practice field right past the cheerleaders practice who stops to stare at Amy and laugh at her.

"Do you really think you should be walking out there after yesterday" Rachel says as Amy walks past giving Rachel the finger and running to the field as the other cheerleaders laugh and yell at Amy making fun of her.

Finally, practice ends and the soccer team walks back into the locker room through the gym and see the cheerleaders talking to the football players. Amy's soccer teammates try to hide her from the mocking, and as Amy walks past the cheerleaders, she notices that Rachel is not with them. She's by herself, walking to the girl’s locker room. Amy sees her chance for revenge and tells her teammates to keep anyone out of the girl’s locker room while she takes care of the bitchy cheerleader. Her teammates nod their heads and follow her to the door as Amy walks in and locks the door as the rest of the team stays outside.

Rachel goes to her locker and starts to take her shirt off. Soon she starts to hear the clicking of someone's footsteps getting closer to her until she hears a familiar voice. "Finally got you on your own without any of your followers with you to back you up," Amy says from behind. Wearing only a white sports bra and powder blue basketball shorts, Rachel turns around to see Amy staring down at her, wearing her sweaty white soccer uniform, shin guards and cleats with her brown tied back in a ponytail and fists clenched. "Hey, Amy, how was practice today" Rachel said with a nervous tone. "You know I was just joking about the soccer game, right? I thought we were friends! Just teasing each other."

"You’re a real fucking riot," Amy says, stepping closer to Rachel while the cheerleader steps backwards until her back hits the locker. "Let's see how funny you are with a black eye."  Amy throws a punch at the cheerleader's face as hard as she can.

Rachel sees Amy's arm pull back and finally fly forward, and with no time to beg for forgiveness, she does the only thing she can think of and at the last second ducks out of the way. She hears a loud crash, then a scream of pain as Amy's hand misses Rachel, but does not miss the metal locker behind it. "OW! Crap!" Amy screams as she grabs her hand, holding it tight to her body. Rachel then sneaks behind her and kicks the taller brunette in the back of the leg, dropping Amy to her knees.

"Not so tough now, are you, bitch?!" Rachel screams at the hurting Amy.

"Still tougher than you" Amy says as she gets up, shaking her hurt hand and with a slight limp. She walks to the perky cheerleader and with her left hand swings another wild punch at Rachel's head. Rachel again ducks out of the way, and midway through the follow through she punches Amy in her tight stomach, then follows that up with a kick to the back of the same knee to knock the soccer star to the ground again. Instead of talking trash and letting Amy get up, this time Rachel stays on the attack and jumps on Amy's stomach and starts throwing slaps at her head. Amy puts her hands in front of her face for protection and starts to buck up and down to get the smaller cheerleader off of her, and finally succeeds knocking Rachel to the floor.

Rachel stands up over the whimpering soccer star as Amy rolls to her stomach covering her stinging red face. "Now stay down cunt!" Rachel says, stomping hard on Amy's back before she starts to walk away.

“Fuck you,” growls Amy as she starts to get to her hands and knees.

Rachel turns around and runs and kicks Amy in her stomach, knocking her back over and against the locker. This time Rachel does not let up by continuing to kick Amy in her stomach and chest.  Amy tries her best to protect herself but Rachel’s strong kicks are too much and all she can do is cry in agony and try to curl up defensively. “You thought yesterday was embarrassing? Well today is going to be even worse” Rachel says as she starts to rip off Amy’s shoes, socks, shorts, and shirt, leaving her in only her pink sports bra and tiny panties.

Rachel walks to the door and unlocks it as she throws Amy's uniform at her teammates. Rachel looks at the to the soccer players with a grin. “Amy wants you to hold this.” She closes the door and relocks it so no one can get in as Amy’s teammates bang on the door. It was locked tight, which causes or the people in the gym to walk over and see what is happening.

Rachel turns back to Amy as she tries to crawl back up to her hands and knees. Her belly hurt so bad from the kids that she struggles just trying to stand up.

"Looks like once a loser, always a loser, huh, bitch?" Rachel gloats. She sends another kick up into Amy's stomach, which lifts her off the locker room floor for a moment. Amy coughs weakly as she curls up on the floor. Amy tries to reach out and grab Rachel's ankle, but the cheerleader just lifts her foot out of the way and stomps on her fingers. Amy lets out another pained scream as her hand is crushed under the half-dressed cheerleader's bare foot.

"You might as well thank me," Rachel boasts as she leans down and grabs Amy by the hair. She's in too much pain to resist when Rachel bangs her head into the nearest locker. Even the gathering crowd outside the locked doors could hear the clang of the hollow metal and Amy's cry of pain. "At least you can blame it on your injuries when you fuck up next time!"

Rachel yanks open the locker and shoves Amy's head and neck inside. Amy had tears in her eyes from all the pain and her trouble breathing from all the hits to her breast and stomach. She shakes her head desperately. "No... fucking stop, you psycho," she pleaded, but Rachel slammed the locker door shut on her head. Amy hears her own screams echo around her in the tight locker.

"Keep calling me names, bitch," Rachel warns before she slams it shut on Amy again. "See what that gets you!"

Amy hears some noise at the other end of the locker room, but she ignores it. There were the two entrances, she recalls, and only one with the lock on it. The back way was still open, but she only takes that to mean she had better hurry up with her fun before she gets interrupted. She leans on the locker door, pressing it tightly against Amy's neck. Amy gags and squirms, but she was powerless to stop the leverage put on her by Rachel. The cheerleader bends down and tore at the athlete's panties, baring her ass and giving it a few hard spanks. Amy cries out as each hit jiggles her toned bottom.

Rachel finally pulls Amy back out and props her back against the nearby bench. Amy is a wreck, her face streaming with tears and her body covered in scrapes and bruises. Rachel wasn't quite content with this, so she rips Amy's bra off over her head. Amy's weak arms don't even resist, left nude, hurting and humiliated when Rachel grabs her breasts and squeezed, digging her nails and fingers into the soft flesh and her hard nipples to wreck her lovely tits.

Amy shrieks and thrashes weakly as people finally burst into the locker room. The principal is the first to reach them, moving past the crowd as he grabs Rachel by the arm. He pulls Rachel back to her feet, but she spits on Amy for good measure. "You lose again, Amy!" Rachel snaps, but the principal forces her away.

"That's enough! Both of you! Get dressed and meet me in the office!" the principal demands. The girls give each other a few last glances, whether of fear and shame or anger and pride, then they move to obey their orders.

Rachel and Amy wait in the office with the principal, the authority figure watching them sternly to ensure that no more trouble got started. Their mothers arrived shortly, dressed to indicate they had been pulled away from their own activities by the phone calls.

Heather, Amy's mother, still wore her clothes fresh from a yoga class. Pink spandex pants went with her tight, purple top, looking good on her toned body, even if it was a bit out of place. She looked good for her age, working hard to maintain her good looks and slim figure.

Debra was Rachel's blonde mother, and generally in similar shape to Heather apart from slightly bigger build in both breasts and her physique. She was dressed in her tennis gear, called from the middle of practice for the meeting about the girls' squabble.

"I wanted to make you both aware of the unacceptable behavior," the principal went on as the mothers listen intently between glances at the other women in the room. He notices the glares aren't just at their own children; the mothers give dirty looks at the rival girl, and especially at the other mother. The looks shared between Debra and Heather made it clear to him that there was more going on between the two parents. "I also wanted your input on their punishment. I understand that Amy has been under a lot of pressure lately, so-"

"No, it's fine," Heather cuts in with a nonplussed look on her face. "It sounds like Rachel was asking for it anyway. I just hope she does better next time."

The principal gives her a surprised look. "Next time?" he asks in surprise.

Debra just huffs with a smirk on her lips. "You're asking for your girl to get her ass beat again? It won't be any different a second time. Your girl's as weak and pathetic as you are, Heather."

"Keep talking, bitch," Heather snaps defensively. "I'm not fighting my girls' battles, but I'll be glad to slap some respect into you."

"Ladies, please." The principal tries to calm the situation down, but they are still going at it.

"You think you're HALF as tough as me, you cow? Maybe your girl can actually learn how to fight if she watches me beat your ass." Amy and Rachel watch with intense interest, both of them looking forward to their own mother humiliating the other's.

"Excuse us, sir," Heather says in with a strained politeness to her smile and tone.  "Do you have a gym we can use? The girls aren't in any trouble with us, but we need to settle this. Now!"

The principal isn't sure what to do. He doesn't have any power over the parents, of course, so he couldn't exactly drag them in for a browbeating like Amy and Rachel. Then again, the gym would be the best place for them to have their fight rather than let them destroy his office or the halls in the chaos. He sighs and gets out his keys, leading them to the gym.

The girls sit on the bleachers, but the principal ensures that they were out of arm's reach from each other. The women were already dressed for a workout, since Debra didn't mind that she was wearing a skirted tennis uniform to the fight. Heather was going through a quick stretch in her revealing yoga outfit a few paces off.

"Kick her ass, mom!" Rachel calls out to Debra. "Trash that scrawny bitch!"

"Fuck her up good," Amy encourages from her own side. "Rachel got lucky, but that old hag's got nothin'!"

The women waste no time in going right into it. They already had a history of feuding and arguing ever since highschool, and they couldn't wait to get their hands on each other. Heather runs right into Debra, quickly wrestling with her as she grabbed her by the hair and shoulder. Debra doesn't bother with the lockup and just punches Heather in the jaw. The darker-haired mom staggers to one side but keeps her balance, but that doesn't last as Debra swings an ironic soccer kick right into Heather's twat.

"AWWW!" Heather screams gutturally as her hands go to her spandex-clad crotch. The yoga pants are squashed into her privates hard enough to give her a visible cameltoe. Heather was already bending over, so Debra grabs her by the hair and starts driving her knee up into Heather's face and chest.

"Hey, no fighting dirty!" Amy objects, but Rachel laughs at the Heather's expense.

"What rules?!" she jeers. "It's not my fault if your mom can't fight for shit! Get her, mom! Kick her fat ass!" The principal between them just watches in shock at how viciously Debra went on beating Heather .

Back on the gym floor, Debra takes Heather by the hair. Heather was already beaten badly enough that her face was already looking red and swollen with a split lip, and she's already groaning in pain. Debra shoves her by the hair into the nearest wall, the padded mats lining them doing her few favors as her breasts and face slammed into them.

Debra comes up behind Heather to take her by the hair again, baring her teeth in a wicked grin before she starts to slam her face into the wall over and over again. Heather’s sweat and saliva leaves a smear on the mats where she keeps hitting, barely able to raise her arms to ease the impact anymore and her top knocked off-center to flash some of her bra.

"Looks like you should have skipped the yoga class and taken some boxing lessons, you pathetic whore," Debra hisses into Heather's ear and punches her sharply in the ribs from behind. Heather suddenly twists and rams her elbow into Debra’s breast, making her shout in pain as much as surprise. Debra backs off while Heather rubs her sore face, giving a quick tug on her top to try to straighten it out (and failed) before she rushes after Deb.

Amy cheers loudly at her mother's counter attack as Heather claws and swings wildly at Debra. The sportily dressed milf stumbled back as Heather pins her back against the wall near the locker room. Heather’s hands grab Deb by the neck, making her panic before Heather can start to properly strangle her. Debra kicks out desperately and unexpectedly lands a knee right into Heather’s already abused pussy. Heather lets out another quick grunt, but it's enough to loosen her grip. Debra kicks her in the belly just to shove her away, and once again she lucks out as Heather lands roughly onto a metal rack of basketballs. The balls spill out all over the gym and Heather lets out a pained scream as her back bounces off the steel rods that make up the mobile rack.

Amy lets out a cry of despair while Rachel laughs in triumph. Heather can only lay on her stomach, holding her aching back as Debra struts over, her confidence back in play. Debra takes one of the basketballs and chucks it at close range, audibly bouncing off of Heather’s head. Heather screams and curls up into a ball herself, trying to cover herself up from any more beating.

"Is that all you've got, you clumsy pig? You must have taught your little slut of a daughter to fight like that too!" Debra taunts, giving Heather a few kicks in the ribs and ass. Heather can only whimper and twitch from the hits, her head ringing and her pussy and back in pain.

Debra escalated the beating by grabbing her tight top and bra in one go, pulling it over her head and leaving the mother topless. Amy blushes terribly and tries to look away from her mother's beating, but the shocking sight and Rachel's cruel laughter makes her stare on. Debra kicks Amy's mother in her naked tits, the rough sole of her tennis shoes leaving shallow scrapes across the bouncing jugs.

"Look at you! Every bit as pathetic as your loser daughter," Debra went on, kicking Heather in the ass hard enough to send the curvy woman flat on her face. "Let's show her how pathetic you can really be!" Debra grabs Heather by the edge of her yoga pants and pulls them down to expose her tight pink panties.

"Nooo! Please, no!" Heather pleads, tears in her eyes as she weakly slaps and kicks at Heather's hands to no avail.

"Hey! Knock it off, bitch!" Amy shouts. When Debra shows no signs of stopping, she stands up from her seat and jumps the few rows down the bleachers to rescue her mother.

Unfortunately, Rachel sticks out her leg and trips her on the last row. Amy takes an ugly spill and lands on her side. The athletic girl gives a loud, painful grunt as she lands on her side, clutching her shoulder tightly.

"No interfering, you dumbass cunt," Rachel scolds. The cheerleader gets up and goes right after her already beaten opponent. "Where's your sense of a fair fight? In fact... I think that deserves a PENALTY SHOT!" She gives a short sprint and kicks Amy right in the stomach, which gets a spray of spit and a sickly noise out of Amy.

"That's my girl! Always has mommy's back," Debra boasts as she grabs Heather by the hair. The nearly nude yoga mom is forced to crawl after her on all fours or else be dragged even more painfully across the gym floor. "What do you say we show them who's the stronger family, sweety?" Debra offers to her daughter. "Let's make them match."

Rachel nods and gladly starts to tear off Amy's clothes. Her body still hadn't recovered from the first beating, so the fall from the bleachers and the kicking was enough to have her down and helpless to perform any sort of fighting back. Soon Amy and Heather were both stripped down to nothing but their panties and clearly at the mercy of Amy and Debra looming over them.

The principal is still too overwhelmed to stop any of this, only capable of staring and gawking at the sight. The victorious family makes sure to take full advantage of this fact as they each sit on their rival's face. The tennis and cheerleader skirts make sure that the pantied asses shove right into the losers' noses. Amy and Heather burst into tears beneath them, but their sobs just seem to send pleasant vibrations up the winning girls' hips.

"Mm, you make a decent seat, Amy," Rachel praises mockingly. "At least you can do one thing right."

"I'll say. At least her mom comes with some decent sized toys attached." Debra makes her point clear as she slaps Heather's tits around as they thrust up into the air in front of her. Debra laughs in delight at the cruel punishment, pinching and pulling on Heather's nipples to stretch her breasts out. Heather's crying and screaming just gets louder as Deb's painted manicured nails dig their hard edges into her delicate nipples. Heather is barely able to register the disgust as she realizes her cries of pain are literally getting her opponent off as she grinds against her open mouth with her wet crotch.

"Ohh, that's a good bitch. You know just how to keep a woman happy. You make a much better slut than you do a fighter," Debra taunts. "Does the little loser do the same, Rachel?"

"Let's find out!" Rachel suddenly punches Amy in her toned stomach and the athlete twitches beneath her. "You heard her! Start licking, you little dyke and maybe we'll let you go!"

Amy was too hurt and terrified to refuse, and Rachel felt her tongue weakly licking at her hated rival's pussy through her panties. "Not like that!" Rachel scolded, slapping her hand down on Amy's spread open twat. "Go inside! I have to do everything for you, you fucking tard?"

Rachel sat up on her knees enough to slip out of her panties, shoving her wet, naked crotch into Amy's face. Debra laughs at her daughter's creative cruelty and intense domination of the other girl, even as she was busy slapping and punching around Heather's tits. Rachel starts to grind aggressively against Amy's face, making her wet and excited snatch smear itself all over the athletic girl. Amy feels like she's being marked as her property like this, but she can't spare the words to beg or cry any more. She rolls out her tongue and laps at Rachel's barely legal pussy.

Rachel pulls down Amy's panties around her ankles as well, wondering if she was going to violate her as well. Instead, she feels Rachel's fingers bury into Amy's pussy lips, pinching and pulling with her nails. "No, you stupid little cunt! Can't you even lick pussy right?! Maybe a little pain will motivate you!" Rachel threatened. "I'll let go a little every time you get it right. Now get to eating me like you mean it or I'll rip your slutty pussy off!"

Amy has to choke back the taste of her rival and her own moans of pain to focus on her painful and humiliating duty. While they go through with Rachel's malicious game, Debra climbs off of Heather and sits on the floor beside her. She grabs Heather's panties and pulls until the loud ripping noise announcess the underwear being ruined and painfully removed.

"Don't you worry," Debra grins at the breathless and frightened-looking rival mother. "I won't treat you as rough as my girl is with yours. In fact, let's enjoy it together!" Debra spreads her legs out and forced Heather to sit in her lap. Heather can barely squirm to resist, too beaten and exhausted from the fight. Debra takes her by the legs and lifts them over her knees, forcing Heather to sit in front of her rival with her thighs spread painfully wide.

Heather realizes she's positioned right in front of Amy and Rachel, forced to watch as Rachel humps her daughter's face and tortures Amy's pussy. Her face is bright red with shame and anger, but Debra grabs and squeezes one of her breasts from behind. Her rival goes on by reaching around Heather's side, softly rubbing her fingers over the pussy that she had kicked and kneed to recently.

"No... fuck! No, don't!" Heather pleads, seeing what Debra is doing to her. Heather's pussy begins growing warm and wet despite the horrible scene going on in front of her. Heather struggles but fails to escape as Debra forces her legs and pussy lips wide open and starts to finger her more roughly.

"Stop! You can't do this!" Heather moans miserably as fresh tears came to her face. Amy kicks and screams, but her voice is muffled by Rachel's naked ass and pussy.

"The hell I can't!" growled Debra in her ear. "You lost. You're pathetic. You don't deserve this pussy. This weak little pussy?" Debra gives a firm pinch at Heather's clit, making her jolt in a mix of shame, pain, and unwated arousal. "This pussy is MINE now! I decide what to do with it, not you!"

As Rachel starts to moan and hump harder and faster, her clawing and pinching does relax on Amy's pussy. Good to her word, the hornier she got from Amy's oral, the less she was hurting her. Heather feels her stomach turn at the passionate slurping and gagging of her daughter beneath the bullying cheerleader, and the obvious impending orgasm in Rachel's passionate cries. What made things worse was with Debra's forced fingering, Heather's own body was growing increasingly aroused.

"That's it! Like that! There's a good little pet dyke! You suck at fighting, you suck at soccer, but damn if you can't suck a clit like a professional cunt-licker..." Rachel pelts Amy with her degrading dirty talk until her legs clamp tightly around her head, her thrusts momentarily even harder. Amy kicks and claws at the gym floor, clearly struggling to breathe with the tight legs and aggressive humping closing around her nose and mouth.

Despite Heather's fear at the sight, Debra had been rolling her clit between her fingers while pinching and pulling at her nipple. Heather's body betrays her and she orgasms in front of her trapped and choking daughter, and Debra holds her pussy and legs open to make her squirt over the gym floor.

On the other end of things, Rachel watches her own victim's humiliated mother and orgasmed over Amy's face. She clenches around the squirming soccer player and releases her cum over her whimpering face before she lifts a leg off and slide off. Amy looks a mess of tears and Rachel's cum as she coughs and spits miserably.

"I've had better," Rachel says with a smirk aimed at her mother. Debra grins and shoves the naked Heather to one side and gets up to hug her daughter as they laugh together. Heather smiles at the principal, still stunned at the sight of the dominant family.

"Sorry about the mess. I'm sure they'll be glad to clean it up," Heather says, indicating the naked and bruised mother and daughter that they had laid out on the ground in pools of cum. "And no need to go telling the school board or anything about this. They're good athletic girls, and I'm sure Amy doesn't need any MORE humiliation than all this, right?"

The principal wasn't even sure how he'd explain all this, or who would believe him, so he nods as Heather and Rachel leave together.

He finally gathers his wits enough to go over to the downed pair. Amy is dragging herself up and wiping her face off with her taken shirt. Heather is rubbing her aching thighs and crotch miserably. "Are you two alright? Do you need me to get an ambulance?"

"I'm fine," Amy snapped in an angry and hurt tone that made him stop. Heather nodded in agreement. "We'll be fine. ...we'll just have to get them back next time."

Luffy316 Loose Commission Chart

I've kind of been doing a lot of work over the years for people, and playing the prices by ear. Over time, I've got some sort of unspoken rate that I've been going by. Thought I'd hammer that out one day for reference. Not sure it's worth quoting me on, but felt like a good basic reference for folks wondering. I'll generally do a page or two of the story, and if it's acceptable, I wait until I get the payment.

Easiest way to contact (and paypal info) is luffy316@hotmail.com .

Basic Stories:

a regular customer who I really like writing for or an extremely fun-sounding idea: $50

basic new customer, or an old one with standard amount of work, delivered in about 1 month: $60

5 page story: around $35

Under 5 page story: $10 to $20

requested to be over 10 pages: roughly +$10 for each additional 5 pages

Ups and Downs:

odd fetish involved: +0 to +$10, based on content

death fight or blood-heavy: +$5

private story: +$5. will not be released to forums or my blog for whatever reason. posting those stories is basically advertising for me, so your story may get me a "I really loved your Disney story! can I get one like that?"

furry: +0 to +$5, depending on content

speed run: +$5-10. want it on a faster deadline? I can make it happen, but it'll cost more.

male on male. hermaphrodites, or mixed genders: +$10 to $15

group fight: 4+ fighters involved (tag teams, bar brawls, etc). +$5 to $15

I accidentally go over the requested length: +0 (no charge)

"Good idea!": -$5. if it's an idea I'd like to write myself or has a really fun twist, I might give you a "fun" discount
 


Also don't forget, if you just want to see more of my stuff in general, there's always my Patreon that's full of original stories and even some artwork. https://www.patreon.com/sandcastles

Overwatch Wrestling 5: Zarya vs Pharah Champtionship Bout

back to the matches, and with a championship fight. went back to announcer mode with Soldier 76 and Reinhardt. 

"We're back one more time, fans, and here's the fight everyone's been waiting for. Pharah, the long-time champ and vet of the league, is going up against Zarya, the Russian bear that's held the rank of the heaviest and strongest wrestler in the league, if not the world. What's your weigh in on this, Harty? I don't believe for a second that you don't have some opinion on all this."

   "YOU HAVE ZAT RIGHT, SEVENTY! ZIS MATCH VILL BE ONE FOR ZE AGES! BOTH WRESTLERS ARE STRONG BUT IN DIFFERENT VAYS! PHARAH CAN COME UP FROM BEHIND AND GIVE SOME AGILE PUNISHMENT VHILE ZARYA CAN SLAM YOU TVENTY FEET INTO ZE GROUND! ZIS IS A HELL OF A FINAL MATCH!"

  "I know folks have been waiting for it for ages. Pharah's had a death grip on that title, and beaten just about every wrestler on the roster to keep it. Zarya and Widowmaker are generally her closest competition, with the two of them bumping elbows to try to get the number one contender spot. Zarya's going to be sure not to waste that chance."

(there is definitely a part of me that would like Zarya to win, but maybe in a rematch. do definitely like the idea of introducing Sombra in this one)

   "YOU KNOW IT! BOTH KNOW ZERE IS TOO MUCH ON ZE LINE TO MESS UP, SO THIS COULD GET UGLY VERY FAST... IF VE ARE LUCKY."

"Well there's nothing ugly about this one, because here comes our champion! The Warbird Pharah! Looking fit and serious as always in her deep v-neck bikini. Zarya's a beast of a woman, but she's showing she's the second most visibly muscled woman in the league. She shows off a bit of that agilty as she climbs up the outside turnbuckle, salutes her fans and touches down in the ring."

   "UND HERE COMES HER CHALLENGER! ZARYA IS SHOWING HER BODY OFF IN JUST HER BODYBUILDERS THONG! MEIN GOTT VHAT A SITE!"

  "Zarya showing she's here for business. The weightlifter's been strong enough to take on a tag team all by herself, especially if they go messing with her little partner Dva. Zarya bends the ropes out of her way and steps into the ring... and THAT'S what I like to see. Not the tits and ass, but Zarya offering a handshake. For all the rivalry between these two big time contenders, I can't think of a single word about bad blood between them."

  McCree gets the belt and sets it aside, and there's the bell. Both women circling out, and Pharah clearly on guard. Zarya's arms are up for a grapple, but Pharah's not letting her ego get in the way. She feints to one side and pegs Zarya with a kick to the side. Not much for damage, but still too fast for the Russian bear.

   ZARYA VINCES BUT DOESN'T GO DOWN. SHE MOVES TO GRAB PHARAH BUT ZE EGYPTIAN DIVES OUT OF ZE VAY! SEEMS LIKE HER SPEED IS HER BEST ALLY IN ZIS FIGHT!

  "Definitely. If you're a sitting duck against Zarya, you're dead meat. Pharah goes in and gets her with another hit and run, this time a one-two to Zarya's head. A smaller fighter would be reeling, but Z stays up and moving. She 's closing in, and Pharah may not be able to dodge forever. There's only so much ring for her  to move in."

   UND IT LOOKS LIKE SHE HAS JUST RUN OUT! ZARYA HAS HER BACKED INTO A CORNER! ZE BODYBUILDER HAS GRABBED HER BY ZE HAIR AND IS NOW PUNCHING HER REPEATEDLY IN ZE GUT!

  "Even those famous abs are feeling it. The sweaty Rusky works her over and then lifts her up over her head. Pharah tries to squirm out of it, but Zarya slams her back down to the mats. Not her best landing, that's for sure!"

   ZE CHAMP IS WRITHING ON ZE GROUND VHILE ZE MUSCLED RUSSIAN PLAYS TO ZE CROWD. SHE KEEPS SHOWING OFF ZOSE BICEPS! PROBABLY SENDING ZEM TO HER FANS AND HER LOVER BACKSTAGE!

  "Hope Dva appreciates it, because Pharah is starting to get back up. Zarya's back on top of her, getting her ready for a full nelson to stretch out that body some more, but there's Pharah with a surprise heel kick behind her. No matter how much you work it out, a kick to the pussy will take the fight out of anybody."

   UND VITH A WOMAN ZAT SIZE, YOU HAVE YOURSELF A BIG TARGET! ZE RUSSIAN LETS GO OF PHARAH FOR ZE CHAMP TO SPIN AWAY TOWARDS ZE ROPES, ONLY TO REBOUND AND CLOTHESLINE ZE BIG VOMAN!

  "And Zarya finally goes down! Pharah looks from the ropes to Zarya... nope. Not confident in crushing Zarya from the turnbuckle yet. Smart move. She settles for a knee drop, driving that knee into Zarya's hard nipples."

   ZARYA IS MOANING ON ZE GROUND, TRYING TO MOVE HER ARMS TO COUNTER ANY ATTACK ZAT MIGHT COME HER VAY! ZAT TIT ATTACK REALLY JARRED HER!"

  "She's got to watch her soft spots with a body like that. Pharah hits the ropes and it's another acrobatic flip, locking her legs around the bear's neck. She's going for the scissor takedown... but she's not budging! Zarya's got her by the legs now!"

   UND ZERE IS ZE PAYBACK! A RUSSIAN FIST TO ZE CROTCH! YOU WERE RIGHT VHEN YOU SAID SHE SHOULD LOOK OUT FOR HER SOFT SPOTS BUT ZAT GOES DOUBLE FOR ZE CHAMP! PHARAH IS NOT IN A GUT SPOT!"

  Pharah looks ready to ragdoll from that kind of a hit, but Zarya's not letting go. She's playing her strengths as well, and not giving Pharah a chance to slip away. She locks her arms around the legs and spreads Pharah out in an upside down spread eagle. Oooh, and she's twisting  her thumb right into the champ's clit. That poor little thing's gone through a lot in trying to hold onto that title this long.

   ZIS DOES NOT LOOK GOOD FOR PHARAH! VITH A MONSTER LIKE ZARYA OVERHEAD UND A THUMB ON HER PRIVATES, TWICE ZE SIZE AS VHAT SHE IS PROBABLY USED TO, ZIS MIGHT BE ZE END FOR HER AS Z PLAYS TO ZE CROWD!

  She lets one hand do the dirty work while the other flexes, showing off the kind of power she has over Pharah. The Egyptian can't do much but claw at the mats and scream, and doesn't look like if she's sure whether to tap out or to have an orgasm. In fact, her fingers reach for Zarya but just start to touch herself. The champ might have lost her cool on... NO WAY! Even as Zarya makes her cum, Pharah makes herself squirt through her fingertips and spray her in the face! Justice really is raining above the champ!"

   ZARYA IS BLINDED! SHE ROLLS OFF ZE CHAMP, GIVING PHARAH ENOUGH TIME TO ROLL AVAY AND UP TO HER FEET AGAIN! ZIS MATCH ISN'T DONE YET! VHILE Z IS STILL BLINDED, PHARAH COMES IN TO GIVE SOME PUNCHES TO HER EXPOSED BREASTS!

  Zarya's tits are bouncing around more than usual from those punches. Pharah's clearly sweating from that orgasm, but she's wide awake after that little shock. And BOOM! A jumping heel kick to the temple! Zarya goes down like a half-ton of potatoes and Pharah hurries back up. Z has a lot more weight o lift to get back up, but Pharah's going up the turnbuckle! The Warbird thinks she's ready to fly!"

   SHE'S UP ON ZE TURNBUCKLE! SHE TURNS TO ZE CROWD! ZEY ARE GOING NUTS! SHE TURNS BACK AN-WHOA! WHO TURNED OUT ZE LIGHTS!?

  "This is ridiculous! Is Junkrat drunk back there again? This is a title fight for cryin'... Pharah's lucky if she's still standing up there! What's...? Wait, what's that purple glow going on? Not even Widow's usually this big on theatrics. There's the light... who the hell is that?!"

   "Damas y caballeros, allow me to introduce myself..." ZERE IS SOME PURPLE VOMAN STANDING IN ZE MIDDLE OF ZE RING! "I am your future campeón, Sombra!" I DON'T KNOW WHO SHE IS BUT VHAT A STUNNER IN A PURPLE BIKINI!

  "And neon built into it. Pharah's down on the mats holding her head. Did she fall from the lights or was it part of her ambush. McCree's too busy staring to get any order in here, that meat-headed... can we get security in there!? Zarya's up and going after her now, forgetting about Pharah for now..."  Sombra laughs and nimbly leans back from the tired fist of the dazed weightlifter. She leans back in past her guard and digs her thumb into a nerve right under Zarya's breast and the Russian freezes on the spot, mouth hanging open. "What's this now? Zarya's fist misses, but this Sombra chica's subduing her with one thumb. And is that... holy hell, Rein! She's got the challenger leaking without laying a finger on her pussy!"

   NOW ZAT IS VHAT I CALL A CHALLANGER! VAIT! ZERE GO ZE LIGHTS AGAIN! VHERE IS ROADHOG VHEN YOU NEED A LIGHTBULB CHANGED!? ZEY ARE BACK UP UND... UND ZARYA IS OUT COLD AND LEAKING ON ZE MAT! NOW IT IS JUST PHARAH ON ALREADY SHAKY LEGS! VHAT DOES ZIS NEW COMER HAVE IN STORE NOW!?

  "I'm about as scared as I am pissed off and excited for what's to come from this firecracker. But Pharah looks as confused as anyone. She might not have even set eyes on the newcomer while she was out. But with Zarya in dreamland, she’s trying to figure out what’s going on! She's looking to McCree to bring some kind of order here, one way or the other."

   I DOUBT ZAT VILL HAPPEN! ZE COWBOY IS LOOKING STUNNED! HE HAS NO IDEA HOW TO HANDLE ZIS! BUT IT LOOKS LIKE HE DOESN'T NEED TO! ZIS... SOMBRA, MOVES IN UND STRIKES PHARAH IN ZE SIDE VITH HER FINGERS A- DID SHE JUST SQUIRT AGAIN!? PHARAH TRIES TO FIGHT HER OFF BUT ZIS GIRL IS FAST! TOO FAST! SHE HITS ZE CHAMP'S ARM UND IT GOES LIMP!

  "Pharah's just as vulnerable to her control, even if she's quicker. She squirts harder than before, staggered and losing her right arm. It's like Sombra is reprogramming her body with her strange techniques. Pharah shows why she's the champ and lands a kick into the newbie's stomach.. but Sombra holds the same foot! She pushes on the nerve in her sole, and Pharah looks like she's having a seizure! Sombra's got to be some kind of master of pressure points to make the champ just dance like that!"

"You're such a fun little puppet, pajaro!" she giggled gleefully

   ZAT ISN'T JUST DANCING! IT LOOKS LIKE SHE IS IN CONSTANT ORGASM! LOOK! HER EYES ARE ROLLING BACK IN HER HEAD! PHARAH FALLS TO ZE FLOOR, STILL SPASMING IN HER ECSTASY! SOMBRA IS JUST TWIRLING AROUND HER LIKE IT'S A GAME!

  Sombra's dance is Pharah's suffering. She's leaking out of every hole in what should be her championship match! She's at it again! SEVEN orgasms since she's got a hold of her foot! She's going to pass out from dehydration if nothing else! Sombra just does her sexy salsa dance around the girl as if Pharah's nothing more than her personal stripper pole. Dammit, Cree, she's having trouble breathing now!"

   VELL IT LOOKS LIKE OUR COWBOY HAS FINALLY COME TO HIS SENSES. HE REACHES OUT AND GRABS AT HER TO- ZE LIGHTS ARE OUT AGAIN!? FOR FUCK'S SAKE- ZE ARE BACK ON UND... SHE IS GONE? MCCREE IS GRABBING NOZING! SHE IS GONE!

  "That chaotic little witch... damn if she's not interesting, though. You can hear some fans already chanting for Sombra. McCree's just calling the match because they're both out cold. the match is void! Pharah's still the champ, but not in the way she must have wanted. The medics are coming out to clean up this mess, and the fans are more excited than disappointed. Keep an eye out for that sneaky little bruha, I tell you that much."