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Radioactive Femininity TG - Part 1
Part 1 - "Wheat For It..."
Sometimes I hate being alone so much I just want to run screaming into the nearest crowd of people and grab hold of everyone till they all have long hair and large breasts. For anyone but me, that would be very strange.
I have what a few people call a superpower, many call a curse, and most prefer not to talk about at all. If I’m near another person for a certain period of time, something about me starts to feminize them.
I have no idea why, nor do a multitude of scientists, doctors, and religious leaders who have poked, prodded, and thrown things at me. It started the same day I ate wheat pasta for the first time in over a decade. This fact has been scrutinized and experimented with every time I bring it up to those looking for explanations but it seems to be entirely unrelated to what happened.
When I was very young, I would get flu-like symptoms whenever I ate anything with wheat in it. This meant my mom needed to
My Alien Girlfriend (Chapter 1)
The rain pounded on my car as I drove up the highway to my college. The sky was cloudy and it was rather chilly. I wanted to get back to the campus soon, or it would be too dark to see where I was driving. It had been a good visit back at mom and dad’s, but they had wanted to visit too long and I’d let time get away from me. It was 9 in the evening…and my housemates would probably be up watching TV or something. I didn’t want them teasing me about returning from home so late…because they’d done that before.
The guys I lived with had long put their family life behind them and very rarely visited their families at home. They often picked on me about visiting my family during certain weekends like this one. Because it was the weekend, I had decided to drive home to visit my mom and dad for a while. Unlike the guys, I missed them and I don’t get to see them very often, especially ever since I started college. They were happy to see me of course,
Transformers Prime: Dawn of the Dinobots part 1In the deep reaches of outer space, a spaceship could be seen shooting through the stars to its intended target. The planet Earth. Within the ship, a tall, red and white robot with protrusions that looked wings sticking out of his back was working furiously at the controls.
"We'll be nearing Earth soon, Grimlock." He called to someone behind him.
"Good work, Swoop. Me, Grimlock, thought we never make it." A deep voice replied to the one called Swoop.
"Do you think Optimus will help us?"
"If not, me make him help us. He risk life to save soldiers before. Not see why he not now."
The one called Swoop nodded. Long had he become used to his leader's way of speech. And it did nothing to change the respect and admiration Swoop had for his leader. But they needed Optimus' help if they were to
Grimlock could sense Swoop's concern. "We rescue them, Swoop," He reassured his friend. "You see. We get Optimus, then we get others back."
Swoop nodded again but it didn't do much to boost his con
Birthday Roses - Part 4Tia let out a low keening groan as the current contraction rushed through her, gripping the sheets of the bed over which she leaned. A part of her longed to lay down on the soft mattress, but the very thought of moving from her spot seemed impossible. She could focus only on the pain, hoping that concentration would help her get through it…
Until the next one, at least…
Nate came back into the room, loaded up with several fluffy towels, a blanket, and a kettle of hot water. Seeing his wife hunched over in the grips of yet another contraction had him setting his items down on the table, rushing over to her side. “Tia,” he breathed out, hands hovering anxiously over her hard, quivering belly.
“They’re… they’re right on top of each other…” she moaned. “I can’t… I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” he insisted, grasping one of the
Plot of the Retro Bimbo Aliens, Log Alpha
Am I using this thing right? There's nowhere to type or anything, so how--
Oh. I guess it's just reading my thoughts to take a log. It's so weird that I'm able to understand what's on the screen at all, but I suppose any system that's able to directly interpret brainwaves is going to be able to let me read its output. That's not really important, though. What matters is that I'm able to record all of what happened to me in case there's anyone else who finds this. I'm pretty sure that my personal logs are private, so I can recount exactly what happened today without fear of...her...discovering me. When did this start, again?
Right, last night. Yesterday, I was living a pretty normal life. Six feet tall, sorta dirty blond hair, pale-ish skin, not in particularly good shape. I suppose that's part of the reason they got me, though there aren't really any exercise routines that can prepare you for the sort of thing that h
Plot of the Retro Bimbo Aliens, Log Gamma
Okay, I think it's gone. If you do see something there that looks like me getting deflated and turned into a dollish girl, I'd appreciate it if you would just pretend it's not there.
Phase 5 was next, right? As before, there was a little announcement sign. "Phase 5: Primary Retroviral Transmogrification". Like the first phase, this one was accompanied by a little digital readout. Instead of showing weight, though, this one gave a percentage indicator, starting at 0%. Used to seeing stuff coming from the top of the tube, I was a little surprised to see a single spray nozzle emerge from the lower right side of my view. Almost snakelike, it coiled the space around my body, always at least a few inches away from touching me until it had gotten up to the top of my head. With a pressurized hiss, a smoky gas emerged from the nozzle as it began to retract itself along the same path it had taken. This was a much quicker progr
Digimon: Heroes Episode 3
Friends From The Other Side
*The following morning, Robert stared at himself in the mirror in his bathroom and after a moment's glance he knew some things had to change. Pulling out a pair of scissors from the medicine cabinet, Rob began to snip away at his hair, each strand fell down to the floor as the man went to work. It was only afterwards he decided a change in attire was in order, digging through the closet through every pair of black coats hanging up. Eventually, Rob found and unveiled a dark green coat, plopping it onto his bed. He soon reached into his dresser and pulled out a matching green turtleneck with a yin-yang symbol, complete with a pair of mustard yellow casual pants*
Robert: That ought to do it. Hmm… Something's missing.
*After thinking it over, Robert reached into the top dresser drawn and pulled out a pair of yellow goggles with blue lenses. Granted he hardly wore them in a while, but still they'd go well with his new wardrobe*
Robert: It just needs
Hitchhiker - Part IIBen opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling of his borrowed bedroom. Confusion quickly cut through the fogginess of his still sleep-addled brain hadn't he just been talking to Rita? A quick glance around the room showed the brunette nowhere in sight. At the sunlight filtering in through the curtains, he realized some time must have passed since their conversation.
His cheeks flushed as he recalled how the conversation had come to an end. 'I can't believe I passed out,' he thought to himself. A gaze down at his body yielded the cause for his previous upset; his middle was just as large and round as it had been the night before. As if realizing his focus was upon it, it bulged outwards slightly as it contents pushed out gently against its confines.
"Shit!" Ben started in surprise, grunting as he attempted to sit up. Of course, the attempt was useless as the weight in his belly prevented him from sitting up. Th
Digimon: Heroes Episode 1
Download Commencing… Part 1
*It was a typical early afternoon in New York City, it's streets busy with heavy lines of traffic and the bustling of crowds going about their daily lives. On this very day, a tall teenage boy was walking down the sidewalk amongst crowds and crowds of busy New Yorkers going about their daily lives. The boy had dark brown hair, wore a black Greek Fisherman's cap, a pair of black sunglasses, a long black coat, and turtleneck shirt. His name was Robert Willis and he was en route to meet a particular individual amongst New York's busy crowd. Turning a corner, he came across another teenager, about an inch shorter than him, leaning on a traffic post. A rather pale teenager, he had scraggly black hair that matched the black shirt with a white skull on the front, a spiked collar around his neck, black wrist bands, nearly a dozen belts around his pants, and a pair of black shoes with spikes on top. This was Chris Christie, Robert's best friend, someone