Staying Over

As she pulled into her driveway, Madison could sense the distinct psychic buzzing of not one, but two sets of full balls coming from her house. One, of course, was her brother Nick. The other she didn’t recognize, but given she could visualize him playing video games with Nick, she figured it must be a friend of his.

Nick hadn’t mentioned he was going to have company. He should really know better. As Madison came up to her front door, she let her Aura loose. Nick’s cock, already on an erection hair trigger, snapped up to full mast, and she sensed his body jerk in place. His guest, meanwhile, also got hard, though not quite as intensely. He wasn’t as pent up as her brother; she could sense his body was used to a semi-regular release. As such his sexual “pressure gauge” was reading much lower than Nick’s.

She smirked as she turned the key in the lock. Maybe she could have some fun with this.

Whitney's Party

As Hank stepped out the front door of his house, he blinked in surprise. Instead of his porch, the front door opened to reveal a long hallway in another house. His momentum carried him out the door before he could stop himself, but the moment he realized what was happening, he turned to try and dash back into his home.

He didn’t know why he bothered. His front door suddenly swung shut, the knob yanking out of his hand. He quickly grabbed the knob again and tried to open it. It was locked. He reached into his pockets to grab his keys, only to find he no longer had pockets. This was because he no longer had on pants. In fact, he was no longer wearing anything at all.

Hank turned back, quickly assessing his situation. He didn’t see anyone approaching him, but he knew exactly who was behind this. He turned back again to find his front door was now gone, replaced by a normal door as would separate any two rooms in a house, rather than the house from the outside.

Daughter/Niece story (unfinished)

Note: So this is another one of those stories that's turned into a real headache to try and work on, but I always hate getting so far into a work, only to completely scrap it. I've worked and reworked this tale several times over the past few months, but I continuously get stuck with it.

Essentially, I wanted to do a daughterdom story to round out the Family Bondaging ebook, but even after relaxing my stance on incest stories, daughterdom is the least engaging scenario for me. The story also keeps turning too dramatic in the not-so-fun way in tone, and while I already have ideas for how the story can progress, I'm having a hard time making those dots connect.

So, until I figure this out, I'll just say fuck it, and post what I have so far. Maybe I'll have a break through in a month, maybe it'll come to me in a couple years. You never know with me.

Interview with an Omnymphotent

After writing several articles for this site, I managed to get an Omnymphotent to agree to an interview. It’s not as enlightening as you might hope. I’m not a journalist, the Omnys aren’t very forthcoming about the secrets of universe, and you can never tell when one is just fucking with you for a laugh. Still, some of you might find this article illuminating or entertaining.

This interview is with an Omny who calls herself Cyl (pronounced like “sill”), who usually takes the form of a young, pale-skinned Asian woman with long, silvery-white hair, softly glowing golden eyes, and a modest-but-perky set of tits. She exudes a palpable aura of sexual desire. Even during the interview, when she’s actually dressed for once, and sitting calmly in her chair sipping tea, it’s difficult to think straight when looking at her. Just being near her, my dick is so fucking hard, it feels like its going to shoot off me like a bottle rocket just to try and reach her.

It makes the interview rather of difficult. I’ve edited this transcript down so as to cut out all my stuttering like moron, or when I lose my train of thought while getting lost in her beauty, or I have to fight not to cum. The whole time, she’s just smiling with amusement, enjoying how wild she’s making me with zero effort on her part.

At any rate, I guess she was just bored enough and sexually satiated enough at that moment to do something other than fuck for a change. Apparently, word has gotten around about me among the Omnys. They like these little articles I’ve been writing and posting around; it’s been helping them find more people genuinely interested in getting fucked by them, without revealing they actually exist to the majority of the world.

Hence, I’ve had the fortune of meeting three different Omnys so far, as they each stop by to show their appreciation on occasion. Whether that fortune is good or bad, I’ll leave you to decide.

Carli's Cocktease Caper

Carli came into the bathroom to the sight of Sera sobbing and Val comforting her. Carli blinked in surprise and hurried over to her friends, their request to meet her in such an odd place now clear. “What happened?”

Val looked up at her as she rubbed the crying girl’s back. “Sera tried asking out Donovan.”

Carli felt a pang of sympathy in her chest. “Oof. Didn’t go well?”

Sera looked up, tears streaking her mascara. “He said he didn’t date pigs!” She sniffled, trying to stop herself from sobbing more. “He said it right there in the hall! Everyone laughed! I was so embarrassed!”

Carli frowned and reached out to give her friend a hug. “Aw, hun. I’m so sorry.”

Omnymphotent Sister

I came downstairs reluctantly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Today promised to be another tedious, hot day of mowing lawns and mulching flower beds. I hated yard work, but it was the only job I could get for the summer break that actually paid above minimum wage. So I’d grit my teeth and bear it until college started up again.

As I entered the living room on my way to the kitchen, I froze. There on the couch, wearing skyblue pajamas, was the raven-haired girl who had made it her mission to fuck with me. Literally and figuratively.

The Created

THE GIFT OF LIFE

Of all the many abilities an Omnymphotent possesses, perhaps the most notable is their ability to create living beings. And I don’t mean making babies. I mean the ability to just think into existence fully formed, fully developed, free-willed, living people.

I suppose it’s not that impressive in comparison to the fact that the Omnys can create entire worlds and pocket dimensions of their own, including all the creatures living within those worlds, but I personally find that aspect of their creation powers the most impressive. I also find it somewhat disconcerting. It really makes you wonder about the nature of existence and the soul and all that “big question” stuff that the Omnys steadfastly refuse to reveal the answers to.

Alice TK

The beach wasn’t exactly crowded, but Alice and Mike could only find one good spot to set up their stuff without being too far from the water, or being blocked by too many other couples. It was a nice, slightly more inclined spot.

Alice was hefting both her wooden beach chair and the large umbrella with much greater ease than a woman of her lithe build should have. Most people didn’t really seem to notice, or if they did, they didn’t comment. Mike, meanwhile, followed his wife while lugging a cooler and two towels. When they finally reached the spot, Alice planted the huge umbrella triumphantly in the sand. As she opened it up, she positioned it to form almost an half-tent to shade them from the sun.

The Empowered

THE BLESSING OF THE GODDESS

As I said in my previous articles, the Omnymphotents possess the ability to imbue us lowly mortals with superhuman powers. They could, if they so desired, make every other man and woman on Earth nearly as powerful as they, freeing our whole species from the trials and tragedies of mortal existence. But the sex-obsessed Goddesses aren’t really interested in uplifting humanity. They just want to fuck us and fuck with us.

Sometimes, after deciding they’ve enjoyed our “services” more than usual, they will reward us with some minor blessing. They are naturally pretty sexist about it. No, I’m not afraid to call them out on that, because they know its true, and what are any of us going to do about it?

Early Practice

Jane let her friend Scarlet into the house, cutting through the kitchen to get to the living room. Jane stopped short when she reached the doorway between the two rooms, then let out an annoyed sigh.

“What is it?” said Scarlet, giving her blonde friend a curious look.

Jane shook her head and continued through to the door. She motioned off to the right. “Mom has Blake in time out again.”

Scarlet’s eyes widened, and she hurried through the door, eager to see.

Phallica #4

 We appeared on another rooftop on the other side of the city, in the middle of an older, run down business district. I could already hear the sounds of fighting in the distance. Screams of rage echoed between the buildings, and I saw flashes of fire coming from between some buildings almost a block away. Police were already cordoning off the area, the few pedestrians out this late fleeing the scene.

Ring Mage cast out his vision rings, one of them appearing in the sky over the battlefield. A small golden ring appeared over my left eye, and I jumped as I was suddenly given a view of the action.

He tapped his ear. “I’ll stay in touch,” he said. “You stay here. Do what you can to subdue our opponents, but don’t alert them to your presence.”

Phallica #3

Dispos.garlic turned out to be a tremendous pain in the ass to actually use. Firstly, it could only be accessed via a unique browser that you had to download through a torrent, which you could only find the link to via a few other Deep Web sites. I spent half a day just trying to find the file, then another day downloading the thing on the slowest download rate I’d ever seen, then another half a day trying to get it working on my computer.

When I finally got the damn thing to function, I was just confused. I had to assume there were middle men actually coordinating everything, because there was no possible way your average person could just log on and know what they were looking at.

Even accessing the site was almost impossible; the address changed weekly. Only certain people had access to the constant updates, people with connections who then had other people spread the word at certain seedy locations. From there, people interested in a quick hit of dirty money had only a couple days to scope the site, figure out what jobs they could do, and try to check in.

The Surprise

Clark didn’t expect to come home on his birthday to an empty, completely dark house. The sun was in the last stages of twilight as he pulled onto the driveway, and the house was cast in total shadow. None of the outside lights were on, not a single window was illuminated.

Omnymphotent Ex

 The clock read 10 PM by the time I finally left the office. After fourteen hours of crunching numbers, all I wanted to do was sleep the whole weekend away. Maybe down a beer first, but probably just go right to sleep. Although I was a healthy, red-blooded young man, at that moment you could have plopped me in the middle of two naked super-models, and I’d have probably just lay my head down on their tits like a pillow and conked right out. As it was, I closed my eyes and lay back as soon as I sat down in my car. A cat nap before taking off would probably be smart.

Some women, though, don’t care how tired you are. I happen to know one such woman, and she always picks the least convenient times to show up. As I sat in my car, resting my eyes, I was suddenly aware that someone else was in the vehicle. I hadn’t heard the door open. I hadn’t felt the car shift from someone stepping inside. I just had that feeling you get when you realize you’re not actually alone in an enclosed space.

The Omnymphotents

PREFACE

What follows is a brief introduction to the entities that I am dubbing the Omnymphotents. It’s a portmanteau of “Omnipotent” and “Nympho.” Yes, that sounds retarded. It’s supposed to, because it’s the most ridiculous fucking thing in the universe, and yet it’s real. I know without a shred of doubt that it’s all real.