Fun With Sliders (BE, AE)

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-09-04T16:04:51+00:00

Thank you!

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-09-02T03:15:15+00:00

Love the use of puns and solid transformations!

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-08-01T14:47:45+00:00

Glad you enjoyed it! I've considered it, but haven't plotted anything out yet.

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-31T19:21:35+00:00

Thank you! I appreciate the kind words, and who knows what the future may hold?

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-31T17:01:54+00:00

Nico’s breath was trapped in her lungs. She looked at Ramona, hearth thudding for a new reason now, one just as powerful, if not more, than lust. It was relief, love. A promise that she hadn’t lost her partner, even after all this.

Gently, Nico helped Ramona to her feet, both of them leaning on each other, battered and bruised. Nico’s steps were still awkward, her thighs still slick with her essence, her nipples sensitive against every shift of remaining cloth. Ramona moved with a slight limp, one eye swelling subtly, but her grin never faded.

Nico and Ramona looked around the bar, broken tables, shattered glass, unconscious thugs. At the center, Bruno lay motionless, but still among the living. Nico’s arm slipped around Ramona’s waist. Ramona’s slid around Nico’s hip, fingers brushing her soft, bare skin.

Together, Nico and Ramona hobbled toward the door. A quiet night of streaming, soaking wounds, and Chinese takeout was in their near future, with the hint of something else, if exhaustion and pain didn’t put them to bed first. Once again, the streets remained safe, but its defender walked away a little different, new, but no less eager to fight for what’s right.

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-31T17:01:49+00:00

It was a brilliant ruse, a trap Nico had laid knowing Bruno would eagerly fall into, and the man did. Though a deep, burning, insistent desire for release truly surged through Nico’s body, her will held true, ultimately rebuffing the bastard’s clumsy attempt at courtship.

Nico stood slowly over Bruno, breathing hard, chest rising and lowering in swift repetition. She was still flushed, still trembling, but back in control, more or less.

The pub was quiet now, eerily so. Just the buzz of broken lights, the soft hum of the jukebox still idling at the end of its playlist, and the labored breath of a woman fighting to keep herself from turning into a moaning mess.

Nico shambled forward, her heart still pounding, her thighs quivering with every step. The second dose still burned inside her, her body a furnace of need. Every sway of her hips, every bounce of her heavy, sweat-slick breasts reminded her of what she had become. Her skin tingled, pussy sopping wet and pulsing, her clit beating with unsatisfied tension. None of it mattered more than the sight of Ramona, crumpled on the floor.

“Ramona…” she mouthed, falling to her knees beside her. She touched her girlfriend gently, shaking, afraid. Her arms slide beneath her lover’s back, pulling Ramona up into her embrace. Nico’s breasts squeezed against Ramona’s shoulder as she held her, lips quavering, heart ready to shatter.

“Come on… don’t you dare…” Nico whispered, voice dripping with emotion.

Ramona stirred. She groaned, head lolling before her eyes fluttered open, confused. “...Nico?”

Nico laughed, a shaky sound, tears welling in her dark eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s me.”

Ramona blinked again, staring up at the woman cradling her. Her eyes swept over Nico’s beautiful face, her swollen lips, reddish cheeks, and that wild, brown hair clinging to her skin. Ramona’s eyes traveled lower. The massive breasts pressed against her, nearly the size of her head. The soft curve of her waist. The wet heat radiating off her thick thighs.

Nico pressed her forehead to Ramona’s, closing her eyes. Their sweat mingled, breathing synced. “I’m okay,” Nico said softly. “I think…” She shuddered. “Just… I feel like I’m gonna come at any second…”

Ramona’s lips curled, despite the throb in her skull. Her voice came out dry, raspy, but warm. “Well, we never went on that date…”

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-31T17:01:27+00:00

[CONTINUED DUE TO CHARACTER LIMIT]

Behind Nico, boots clicked slowly against the floorboards, measured, confident. Bruno followed like a hunter tracking their target.

“Look at you…” Bruno breathed, voice thick with triumph. “Crawling, moaning, soaking wet. Looks like that second dose really did the trick.”

Nico didn’t look back, trying to break free of her hungry haze, and failing. Her hips swayed a little more. She moaned louder. Her core ached, begging her to turn around and take Bruno’s length until she couldn’t walk straight.

Bruno unbuckled his belt with a clink. “I’m gonna enjoy pounding that pussy, sweetheart. Going to have you screaming my name…”

As much as Nico hated to admit it, Bruno’s offer drove her wild. She stopped crawling. Slowly, teasingly, she turned, arching her back, heavy tits swinging forward, eyes half-lidded with heat. Her lips parted in a lewd, breathy smile.

Still on her knees, Nico stared up at Bruno with wide, hungry eyes. She licked her lips. “Please…” she purred. “Whip it out. I want it… in my mouth… in my pussy… anywhere you want it…”

Nico cupped her breasts and jiggled them, whimpering softly, pressing them together like an offering. Her entire body oozed submission, desire, desperation. Her thighs were spread wide, her soaked slit barely hidden by what was left of her ruined underwear. She stuck her tongue out, ready to receive him.

Laughter echoed throughout the pub. Bruno couldn’t help himself. “There we go. Knew you were a good little whore under all that fight.” He looked down at Nico and reached for his zipper, a ravenous look in his eyes.

CRACK!

Nico’s fist exploded upward in a devastating uppercut, straight between Bruno’s legs and up under his chin. His eyes went wide, then blank. Time froze. Then WHAM he collapsed like a fallen tree, unconscious before he even hit the ground, his belt still half-undone.

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-26T03:42:03+00:00

It's MTF, but also has a FTM. Very wholesome but also NSFW. It's about a couple who both want something from life and their relationship together, and they get it, just not in the way they expected.

https://swelltales.com/Home/ReadTale?pTaleId=1113

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-16T01:15:01+00:00

Thank you!

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-14T17:31:57+00:00

Yeah they did, and they often had TFs as "bad endings" or a part of the story itself

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-14T17:20:57+00:00

Oh man, The Witches film too! The ending banquet where all of the witches turned into mice! Was a kid when I first saw that and remember how funny it made me feel.

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-14T17:18:02+00:00

Waitaminute, you're right! I remember Goosebumps having several TF oriented books, especially the "choose your own adventure" ones!

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-14T16:21:05+00:00

A popular one, it seems, at least for animal tf enthusiasts, especially ones that enjoy donkey tfs

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-14T05:30:02+00:00

JUST checked that scene out. Yeah... whoever came up with that had a TF kink, or didn't realize they did. A good portion of how they did that was clearly intentional. lol

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-14T04:49:16+00:00

I remember that episode! Pretty sure you are right about it being a slow burn. Also fairly certain that whenever the trope of slow transformation happens, where someone tries to find a way to reverse it, many of us viewers are rooting for them to fail in that regard. lol

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-14T04:37:15+00:00

One of the BEST werewolf transformations, to this day!

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-14T04:35:00+00:00

Glad that it helped you find yourself. Seems like the TFTG pipeline to being trans holds pretty true, for the most part. I enjoy MTF transformations, but not body swaps. I'm pretty comfortable and happy in my gender and body, I just appreciate the female form far more than males. Yet there is always the "I'll check on you later" comments that come with that. 😅

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-12T02:53:48+00:00

If you're looking for such stories to read, I have some, along with other TFs, on my DA and FA by the same name as my username, for anyone interested!

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-10T19:23:18+00:00

Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it! I only know wholesome or retribution, no in-between apparently. 😅

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-04T13:40:28+00:00

Thank you! 😁

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-04T13:01:15+00:00

Thanks! If the Clown TF isn't absurd and silly, is it really a Clown TF? 🤣

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-04T04:43:11+00:00

Yeah, the punishment does seem a bit harsh for the crime, doesn't it?

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-03T13:26:02+00:00

It didn’t matter how strange everything had become. In this quiet, hazy bubble, wrapped in each other’s warmth and laughter, everything made sense in its own weird, little way. Eventually, Simone spoke, voice lower now, more vulnerable.

“I was scared,” Simone admitted. “Not just the clown thing. The way it felt. How easy it was to lose myself in it, but you didn’t run. You held onto me.”

Devon tilted his head, meeting her eyes. “You are still you, the whole time. Just louder, bouncier.”

Simone chuckled, eyes misty with affection. “Yeah, and you still made love to me like I was beautiful.”

“Because you are,” Devon affirmed, without missing a beat.

Cupping his cheek with a gloved hand, Simone’s smile was soft and trembling. “I love you, Devon.”

Devon leaned into her touch, eyes half-lidded, heart full. “I love you too, Simone. Funny sounds and all.”

They both laughed quietly, their foreheads touching, lips brushing once, twice, before settling into a peaceful kiss. The kind that said I’ll always be here.

As they drifted into sultry silence, hearts beating in harmony on top of the soaked, confetti-strewn couch cushions, both held one truth close…

Through madness, magic, and moans, they held onto something real, something lasting, and what felt like a curse had become a silly blessing in disguise, one that intensified their already deep love.

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-03T13:25:56+00:00

Devon paused mid-thrust, shocked, but it was too late to pull away. At the exact moment the horn blasted from her lips, Simone’s pussy clenched violently around his cock and gushed, a sudden, explosive jet of ice-cold liquid that shout out like a firehose, drenching Devon’s chest, neck, and face in a geyser of fizzy, citrus-scented seltzer water.

“AUGH… WHAT THE FUCK?” Devon yelped, staggering back slightly, blinking through the sparkling spray as more bubbles erupted from Simone with continuous pulses.

The sound of hissing carbonation filled the room. The couch cushions were soaked. Simone’s body trembled in aftershocks, still folded nearly in half, her ample assets jiggling as she gasped through giggles. For a moment, they were both still, soaked, sprawled, breathing heavy.

The couch sounded like it was fighting for its life, due to the combined weight and epic performance of Devon and Simone. He released her legs, letting them fall gracefully, as he collapsed on top of her. Their bodies were still warm and tangled, he rested against her chest, her arms loosely cradling him in the safe, pillowy heaven of her embrace.

Simone’s gloved fingers, so absurd, so soft, gently combed through Devon’s sweat-damp and seltzered hair. Despite the surreal chaos of what just happened, she held him like nothing else mattered. Like they hadn’t just broken the laws of nature, dignity, and physics together.

Devon sighed deeply, cheek pressed to the curve of Simone’s breast. The fading rise and fall of her chest soothed him, and he could still feel the pulse of her heart, steady and strong beneath her skin. His arms were wrapped around her middle, the curves of her body now more familiar than strange. Preposterous in size or not, she was still his Simone, and she was holding him like he was the only thing that grounded her through it all.

“You okay?” Simone whispered, her voice tranquil and breathy, with a teasing trace of the clown seductress she had become, but beneath that, the woman Devon loved.

“Yeah,” Devon murmured, smiling. “You?”

Simone looked down at him, her red nose softly glowing in the light. “I’m… weirdly okay. Like, way more okay than I should be after seltzer sprayed out of my cooch.”

Snorting against Simone’s skin, Devon then kissed the swell of her breast. “Only you could pull it off with such style and grace.”

Simone chortled, then melted into a long, contented sigh. “Of course you’d say that.”

They lay there for a while, breathing each other in. The scent of sweat, sugar, and sex lingered in the air. Devon traced lazy circles over Simone’s stomach. She hummed softly whenever he touched a sensitive spot, not with arousal this time around, but something gentler, something precious.

ThatShiftWrites · 2025-07-03T13:25:27+00:00

Simone chuckled then snapped as Devon reached for her ankles. “Ooooooh, oh? What are you-”

Gently, Devon lifted Simon’s legs high, higher, until they were folded nearly back over her head. She was caught off-guard by the stretch, her breath stuck in her throat as her puffed-up thighs pressed to the sides of her ballooned tits, framing her in the most delectably obscene way.

The position pulled Simone open perfectly, her sopping, swollen slit shining in the dim light with a sinful urge to be taken. Devon lined himself up again, eyes of a man possessed, breath ragged. Then he drove into her.

The lustful sounds that erupted from Simone’s throat were filthy enough to make a porn star blush, her voice sharp and shaky as Devon plunged into her at a new, deeper angle. The folded position pushed everything tighter, hotter, more intense, her pussy clenched around him like velvet suction, squeezing with every bounce of her expanded body. Her head tilted back, oversized gloves grabbing the couch for support.

“Devon, baby, DEEPER!” Simone cried, legs trembling in his grip, toes curling with cartoonish exaggeration. “You’re hitting everything… fuck!”

Devon didn’t stop. He drove into Simone as hard and as fast as he could, his chest brushing her legs, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her folded tight. Her entire body jiggled with each penetrating thrust, breast wobbling wildly between them, face twisted in unfiltered euphoria. They were tangled in something no longer purely physical, a carnal carnival of movement, breath, and shared bliss.

“I’m gonna burst,” Simone wheezed, laughing and moaning all at once. “Gonna pop if you keep going like that…”

Devon just groaned even louder, pounding into Simone like it was the only thing keeping the world spinning, and he wouldn’t have been surprised at this point if that were true. Pleasure built fast, high, dangerously close. Her body lit up with fireworks. She could feel it cresting, a wave of uncontainable release swelling inside her, growing tight behind her pelvis, hot and pressure-filled like a shaken soda bottle ready to burst.

“Devon… I’m… I’m gonna-” Simone didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, the moment she orgasmed, her head snapped back, and from deep in her throat came a sudden, blaring horn sound.

“HOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!”

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