Girl Can Grunt by DigitalCirce - (Animal, Pig, AG)

Girl Can Grunt
By Digital Circe

(woman to pig transformation)

Hi, this is Marissa! She might look like an ordinary fat pig, but she used to be something more. She used to be the most gorgeous, busty, apple-cheeked little redhead I knew. At least, until she pissed me off. Now she’s a fat breeding sow, and always will be. She probably doesn’t even remember her own name – after all, she’s just got a pig’s brain to work with. So how did this pretty girl end up joining the swine and realizing she was meant for it? Why don’t I tell you? 

Vursus Infinity by ? - (BE, WG, AG)

Hata by ? - (BE)

Imouto by? - (BE)

The Sara Adventure - Jae's Archive Art (Shrinking)

3D-Art Female Magic Comic - (BE, WG, AG)

3D-Art Female Hot Blonde - (BE, WG, AG)

3D-Art Female Red Head - (BE, WG, AG)

3D-Art Female Fun Girl - (BE, WG, AG)

3D-Art Female Blondie - (BE, WG, AG)

3D-Art Female Breasts - (BE)

3D-Art Blonde Female - (WG, BE, AG)

3D-Art Female - (BE, WG, SEX)

Berry Girl - Legendary Johnny Swell (Inflation,Berry)

Spells-R-Us: Burglars by Bad Irving (Various)

It was a dark and stormy night. At the sound of a clock striking midnight, the door to Spells-R-Us crept open. Getting up from his kneeling position, the spindly young man announced "That's got it. That lock was nothing to pick." Cautiously and slowly the gang of eight advanced into the darkened room. They cast shadows as lightning flashed outside the window of the shop.

Ann’s Worst Nightmare! by X - (BE, Shrinking, WG, Shrinking, Various)

This story is about a girl who meets a stranger that changes her body and mind into the worst nightmare she can imagine. “I imagine a dumb girl that has practically no control over herself. She would be really pretty, but young. She would have those big pouty lips, long eyelashes and flushed cheeks that turn red when she’s embarrassed. She would look young, but too sexy for her age She’s one of those girls that has a big chest and flaunts it. She has a bubble butt too and this really petite but voluptuous figure that guys love. She is just a tease. She likes it. It turns her on. She likes being objectified and humiliated. That’s what turns her on.”

Alice in Pornoland by Hot Dog - (Wren-spot Archive) - BE

1. Beginning: B-Cup.

Alice was spending a boring evening at home studying for the schoolexams which she would be taking in a few weeks time. Her parents had gone out for the evening, so it had been peaceful and she had been able to get a lot of work done. 

Alice had just turned 18. She was a very pretty girl, tall and slim, with a 32B bust. She had a strong determined face and shoulder-length dark hair. Her main claim to fame was that she was the great-granddaughter of Alice Liddell, famous for being the inspiration for the "Alice" of Lewis Carroll's books.

She lay down her book for a moment and stretched. As she did so she glanced out of the window. She saw 50 yards or so of well-kept lawn, and beyond it a wood. At 9pm on a warm May evening, it was beginning to get dark outside. She thought she could see a light in the gloom of the wood, which was odd since the nearer part of it an extension of their garden. Opening the french window, she went to investigate.

As she walked, the wood seemed to recede from her, so that after she had been walking for a full minute it still appeared to be the 50 yards away that it was at the start. "Very strange," she thought. Turning to go back to the house, she gasped. The house had disappeared. In its place was what looked like a rather seedy nightclub, with a garish flashing neon sign above the entrance: "PORNOLAND" it said.

Feeling that she had little alternative, Alice walked into the foyer. There she was accosted by a man-size white rabbit, with staring red eyes, and wearing a dark suit. Alice blinked, but the rabbit was still there. "You're late", he said. "Your great-grandmother was just the same. Your dressing room is over there", he added, pointing at a door on the far side of the foyer. He grabbed her by the shoulder and, whilst she was still too numbed with surprise to react, hustled her across the foyer and through the door, closing it with a bang behind
her. 


2. "Quack!": C-Cup

Alice immediately turned and attempted to open the door, but it appeared that the rabbit had locked it. Examining the room, she discovered it was about twelve foot by eight. Its walls were painted a rather bilious shade of pink. It had no window, but was harshly lit by a powerful sunshaded light-bulb. There was a grating in the far corner. Underfoot was a rather threadbare carpet. The room contained a dressing table; on its top were the usual sort of items you might
expect to find: make-up, comb, hand-mirror, and so forth. The drawers of the table appeared to be locked. In front of the table was a chair. There was also a full-length mirror, and next to it a wardrobe.

She opened the door of the wardrobe. Inside were a number of  rightly colored outfits on hangers. The hangers were numbered one to twelve.
The first hanger had a piece of paper attached to it. On the paper was written: "Wear the outfits in order. The door of the room cannot be opened until you have put on the correct outfit."

"Well," thought Alice, "it appears I have very little option." Thinking this must all be a dream, she felt intrigued rather than frightened. She took the first outfit, which appeared to be alarmingly skimpy. As she removed it from the wardrobe, her own clothes shimmered for a moment and then disappeared, leaving her standing naked. "And even less option now," she added. The outfit comprised: a bright pink skimpy pair of panties; a scarlet skirt whose hemline was no more than six inches below her crotch; a gauze top in the same color, with long sleeves and a high neckline but which was totally transparent; a garter belt and silk stockings in the same shade of pink as the panties (Alice struggled a little with these items, being a modern girl she had never worn stockings before); and finally red shoes with two inch heels. No bra.

"I look like a cheap tart," thought Alice disconsolately, as she
examined herself in the mirror. Then she noticed that her breasts
appeared to be a little fuller than she remembered. Finding a
measuring tape on the dressing table, she found that her bust
measurement had indeed increased by about an inch. Putting down the
tape, she noticed another note, that she had not seen earlier. This
one said: "Every time you put on a new outfit your tits will grow by
an inch." And there were twelve outfits, so if she had to wear them
all that would make...a slight pause for mental calculation...an M
cup. Alice pouted. She had to get out of here.

Just then, her thoughts were interrupted by the door being thrown open
and the rabbit shouting "You're on!" Leaving the room, she found the
foyer had somehow been transformed into a stage. Beyond the lights,
she could barely make out an audience which, though it seemed to
contain many strange creatures, she had little doubt was all male. At
the side of the stage was a full-length mirror, in which she could see
her very nervous-looking reflection. Standing there, shifting from
foot to foot, not sure what to do, she heard the rabbit give her a
rousing introduction: "Gentlemen, we are very fortunate to have with
us this evening, all the way from the Real World, the famous
polymorphing Alice!" She didn't like the sound of that "polymorphing".

"Her tits aren't very big," shouted a raucous voice from the front row
(belonging to a gryphon, Alice thought). "Don't worry, Sir," leered
the rabbit. "I'm sure you'll have no complaints on that score by the
end of the evening. Now, who would like to suggest the first change
for our lovely guest?" A voice from somewhere at the back yelled out:
"A duck's bill." "Don't be ridiculous," snapped Alice. This started
off in her usual voice, but finished sounding like Donald Duck.
Looking in the mirror, she saw that where her mouth had been she now
had a bright yellow duck's bill some nine inches long. "I suppose you
think that's funny," she quacked indignantly, which brought a great
burst of raucous laughter from the audience.

"And what next?" asked the rabbit. "Make her belly nine months
pregnant," came a voice. Immediately Alice felt a stretching in her
midsection. In just a second or two her belly swelled until she did,
indeed, appear to be nine months gone. As a result of this her hemline
had risen, so that the connectors on her garter belt were showing, and
the bottom of her blouse had parted company with the top of the skirt,
displaying some six inches of midriff - not that it made much
difference given the blouse's tenuousness.

Unfortunately for Alice, somebody decided to cap the last speaker, and
called out "Make it ten months!" "No, eleven months!" from the other
side of the stalls. Again the stretching sensation. Alice's panties
gave up the unequal struggle, and fell to her ankles. Pulling at the
hem of her skirt, she hoped her decency was preserved, but then she
remembered that she was on a raised stage and that the audience
probably had an uninterrupted view. Looking in the mirror, she saw an
almost unimaginably large belly, with a skirt hanging precariously
over the lower part of it, her blouse mostly above it, and her breasts
lying on top of it.

"Move about the stage," urged the rabbit. "Give all the punters a good
view." So Alice slowly and unhappily waddled from one end of the stage
to the other, wondering what other indignities could befall her. The
answer, at least for the moment, was none. "There will now be a ten
minute intermission," announced the rabbit, "before Alice returns for
her next spot." Alice was able to return thankfully to the comparative
sanctuary of her dressing room.

On the table was a large jar of vanishing cream. "I'm sure that wasn't
there before," thought Alice. "I wonder..." Applying the cream to her
bill and then her belly, she found to her relief that it did indeed
make them disappear. Attempting to reduce her breasts to their normal
size did not work, however.


3. Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud: D-Cup

Looking at the grating in the far corner, Alice found that it was held
in position by nothing more than rust. A few good pulls, and she had
removed it. There was some sort of tunnel going back as far as she
could see, which looked as though it would be a tight squeeze.
However, she now only had a couple of minutes of the ten minutes
interval remaining, and if she made a run for it now she was sure she
would be caught before she could get very far. Better to wait for the
next intermission.

Having decided this, she hurriedly flung off her outfit, which
promptly dissolved into thin air, and put on the next one. This was
better! A beautiful white ball-gown, with a slightly low-cut but not
embarrassing bodice, and a knee-length skirt complete with voluminous
under-skirts. There were white panties (but still no bra, she noticed,
making a face), white silk self-supporting stockings, white shoes with
comparatively sensible heels, and to complete the outfit
shoulder-length white gloves. As she hurriedly pulled on the outfit,
she noticed that her breasts were again substantially larger. She
didn't have time to measure them, but she had no reason to doubt that
the promised one inch increase had occurred.

The rabbit poked his head round the door and called "Time." Last time
the stage had been on the same level as her dressing room, but now she
found she had to descend a few steps. She was taken by surpise to find
herself going down into thick oozing mud, which rose nearly to her
knees. She was in something like a swimming pool without the water,
some 15 feet square, and with its rim at her eye level. It was filled
to a depth of about a foot with a mixture which looked like three
parts mud to one part tar. Round the edges of the "pool" sat the
audience.

"And now," said the rabbit, "we bring you mud wrestling: Innocent
Alice against Donna the Dominatrix! Three three minute rounds, and may
the best girl win." Alice did not like the sound of her opponent, and
when she saw her descending the steps at the far side of the pool she
liked her even less. Alice was fairly tall, but slimly built (apart
now from her breasts). Her opponent, however, stood at least 6 feet
tall and, though voluptously curved, clearly was well-muscled. She was
also far more suitably dressed for the bout than was Alice - a bikini
made out of what looked like black rubber and thigh-length leather
boots.

The match began, and it was not long before Alice was having the worst
of it, being thrown full-length into the mud at frequent intervals.
Her stockings were soon round her ankles, some of her underskirts had
come adrift and were hampering her mobility, and the flimsy top of her
dress soon tore and was round her waist. By the end of the last round
she was wearing only a few scraps of clothing and was covered in thick
sticky black mud from head to toe. Only her teeth and the whites of
her eyes provided any contrast. Meanwhile her opponent had suffered
only a few minor splashes.

The girls climbed out of the pool. The result of the bout was a
foregone conclusion, and the rabbit duly announced Alice's opponent as
the winner. Then he went on to say: "As is traditional, there is a
forfeit for the loser." Alice groaned inwardly - what now? "The number
of turns that Alice will do has been doubled from twelve to
twentyfour." Well, that was all right, as she didn't intend to stick
around to do them anyway. "There will now be a twenty minute interval
to allow Alice time to clean up." Excellent - that would give her more
time to make her escape.


4: Seven Up - E-Cup.

Alice found her room had magically acquired a shower that hadn't been
there before. A very hurried washing and towelling used up a precious
seven minutes. She grabbed the next outfit. She hoped it would be
suitable for scrambling through a tunnel, but she didn't have time to
search through them all. She was in luck. It was a schoolgirl's
gymslip in dark green, with mid-thigh skirt, white button-up blouse
with a thin brown ribbon to tie at the collar, white ankle-length
socks, and yellow flat shoes. No bra, and no panties this time either.
As she put it on (and her tits swelled again) she wondered what sort
of turn she would have been expected to give in an outfit like this.

Removing the grating, she crawled into the tunnel. Its floor and walls
seemed to be made out of concrete. At first a little light was
provided from the room behind her, but after a minute or so, by which
time she estimated she had gone some 30 yards, it was pitch black. The
air felt cool on her face and a little damp. A little further, and she
detected a light at the far end. Eventually, after she had crawled 100
yards or so, she came to the far end. Beyond another grating, she
could see a sunlit meadow (which was odd, as by her calculation it
should be about 11pm).

Giving the grating a good push, she was glad to find that it easily
gave way, and emerged blinking into the sun. Behind her was a
featureless brick wall, the back of the building from which she had
just emerged. Fortunately, there didn't appear to be anyone around to
observe her.

Just then she became aware that something, probably a mosquito picked
up in the tunnel, had been crawling around inside her blouse for the
last couple of minutes, and had bitten her several times. She gave a
slap where she estimated it might be. Unbuttoning her blouse she drew
out the body of the squashed mosquito. It was easily the largest she
had ever seen, over two inches long. She could see five separate
little red bumps where it had bitten her all over the front of her
torso from below her breasts down to just above her navel. As she
looked at the bumps, she saw that they were rapidly growing in size.
They soon swelled beyond the size of the largest insect bites she had
ever seen. "My God," she thought. "They're turning into breasts." And
so they were. Within a few minutes she had five additional breasts all
as large as her original two now were. "Damn, I forgot to bring the
vanishing cream with me," she realised. Not that there would have been
any guarantee it would have worked.

It didn't take her long to realize that trying to re-button her blouse
over the top of her new assets was a hopeless task. She couldn't even
do up the lowest button, never mind the rest. She was able to retie
the ribbon at the collar, but this did nothing to hide her multiple
tits, which stood out proudly. One advantage of this alternative plane
of reality (or dream, as Alice preferred to think) seemed to be that
her breasts did not sag. Perhaps the gravity was less; at any rate
carrying them around did not appear to cause her any discomfort or
strain, although she soon found that any sudden movement would cause
them all to jiggle, and to start rebounding off one another in a
rather disconcerting way. 

Spotting a cottage on the far side of the meadow, some quarter of a
mile away, Alice could think of nothing better to do than to walk to
it, and see if she could find any help there.

"Mud, mud, glorious mud" is a quotation from "The Hippopotamus Song", by
 Michael Flanders and Donald Swann.

Seven-Up is (or at least was) a popular soft drink in the UK.

The Charm by The Sheik - (Wren-spot Archive) - WG

     Marlena Massey was young, smart, beautiful and successful. The red-haired art gallery owner had everything she could ask for, except one thing. His name was Antony Devine, and she thought he was “divine” indeed.

     Antony was a regular patron of the gallery and one of Marlena’s biggest spenders. She had acquired several Barbers paintings for Antony that had netted her a small fortune. However, she pined for more than his money.

The Sheik's Dinner by The Sheik - (Wren-spot Archive) - WG

     Bambi Kennedy reclined in the opulence of Sheik Ahrzani’s private jet, coolly sipping Swiss spring water and picking at the shrivelled remains of a seasoned chicken breast. As usual, Bambi was looking for someone to heap her displeasure upon.

     “Servant, come here!” Bambi ordered sharply.

Granted By WishizX - (Wren-spot Archive) - WG

Granted

By WishizX

Cari rammed her fist against the girls’ bathroom sink as hard as she could with her thin delicate arms.  She had just asked Justin Kelly to the senior prom and what he said kept echoing through her mind; ‘Sorry, I’m already going with Tina.’  She couldn’t believe that the guy she had been talking to for months was going out with ‘Tiny Tina’.  She received the name ‘Tiny’ from the guys who always stared at her round perky double D cups.  She knew the only reason that Justin was going to the prom with her was so that he could play with her ‘giant mams’ afterwards.

The Coming of Fat girl by FA-1 - (Wren-spot Archive) - WG

Midnight in Gotham..

In the shroud of darkness, the criminal element that permeates every nook and cranny of this once-proud city enjoys freedoms not provided for in any known Constitutional Amendment.

For the last time Batgirl checked, "The Freedom to Steal," "The Freedom to Maim" and "The Freedom to Otherwise Cause Harm to" were not listed in any of the texts she encountered in her day job as Barbara Gordon, librarian. However, even Batgirl realized that, just because something wasn't written down in black and white, it didn't mean it wasn't true.

Shelly by Suda Nym - (Wren-spot Archive) - WG

             Jake looked around the room.  It was perfect.  Perfectly furnished, perfect sized, just perfect for his needs.  Now all he needed was to obtain the perfect occupant.  Jake had fantasized for years about kidnapping a young beautiful girl and fattening her up.  With his recent coming into wealth, he wanted to make it a reality.  He had an underground facility built under his spacious home. This facility was larger and more lavish than many people’s home.  His home was several hundred acres of land and miles and miles from anywhere. All the preparations were made, it was time to get the perfect girl.  He had been watching her for several months. She was a beautiful 20-year-old student at the local college in the nearest town.  Though she was breathtaking with her shapely figure, green eyes, and long curly auburn hair, she would be even more beautiful with the extra 200 or 300 pounds he would pack on her.

Princess Wide by Suda Nym - (Wren-spot Archive) - WG

Queen Rasha knew she had a problem.  Her stepdaughter, Princess Lila was much
more beautiful than was her own daughter, Rosie.  Rosie had a plain face and no real
figure.  Lila on the other hand had long black hair, a beautiful face with big blue eyes,
and a great shape.  Queen Rasha cursed her deceased husband, King Krondor again.  He
had adored his daughter Lila.  Before he died he had arrangements made between himself
and the large kingdom of Haptia.

Weight Watchers by Mr. Soginist - (Wren-spot Archive) - WG

     DISCLAIMER:     This is a naughty story with bad words about naked women
and revenge!  If your mommy would wash your mouth out with soap for saying,
"Damnit!" then this dirty, potty-mouthed story is not for you. Go read Corduroy
or watch Blue's Clues instead!!!! Thanks Boys and Girls!!!

The Factory by R.J. Lyon - (Wren-spot Archive) - Inflation

The Factory: Part 1: Clara

The Factory came to the town in the year of ’47. The talk started immediately, "A big factory in this tiny town? And built by the most rich man in the state, nonetheless." The excitement stirred in the air. New jobs, new goods, maybe even a department store, like Sears had done in many towns as trade for having their factories there. The thing was hideous. Huge and dominating the small town’s skyline, it belched out smoke, and no one ever did get a job there. After ten years, it was apparent that there wouldn’t even be a department store. Through the years, the people of Crafton tired of the eyesore, and it’s popularity diminished greatly. No one knew what it made; just that it produced great amounts of noise and ugliness.

Lipo-Injection by Billy McFred (Wren-spot Archive) - WG, Inlation

Sarah peered out from behind the filing cabinet.  The security guard took one final look behind him and shut off the light.  She heard the lock click, and then footsteps echoing down the hall.  She waited five more minutes then proceeded to find the light switch.  The lights flickered on and she looked around the room.  She saw a small operating table, and a large machine with all kinds of tubes and switches.

Swallow This by Harvey (Wren-spot Archive) - WG

My girlfriend Kelly and I were at the bar late, as usual, polishing off
another round of beers.  It was a dreary night out, perfect for staying in,
but we were so bored we had to go out.  Anything to relieve the mind-numbing
possibility of another night surfing cable.

I guess we really looked bored, too, because when Kelly looked up and saw her
friend Tanya from work, Tanya muttered, "Wow, you guys look like someone just
ran over your dog.  What's wrong?"

"Nothing's really wrong," Kelly sighed, a little drunk.  "We just have run
out of things to do in this one-horse town."

Three Wished by Sandman (Wren-spot Archive) - BE

Chapter 1 - The Trip

"Now you be careful down there" Becky said. "I'm going to worry about you the whole time you're gone!"

"I will!" I told her with a smile. "And don't worry about a thing. It's not like I haven't done this before." I made an obvious pass over her lovely body with my eyes, and said, " Besides, having you to come home to just makes it that much more important." She smiled at that, and purred, "You!, are such a BAD boy." Then she gave me a final deep, wet kiss, and I was gone, off to the airport.

Friends Regrets (Various, WG, BE, AG, TG, Shrinking, Animal, and More )

Chapter 1:

Mary was an average sized 21 year old 5 foot 6 and 120 pounds, average waist with large C-cups and round booty with brown curly hair and blue eyes. She was always the popular girl in school and now in her last few years at the local community college she still was one of the most popular among her friends. The reason she was so popular was because her bubbly out- going personality she just had a way of being well liked all the time.

Her best friends Kristen, Pauline, Lily, Stephanie and Maria were a very diverse group and a few of them did not like each other because of all of their differences and different personalities but they were able to co-exist in groups for short periods of time. Mary had a few guy friends here and there but most of them were either ex-boyfriends or boyfriends of her friends since she was overly well liked it was hard for her to keep guy friends around that didn’t want to be with her in a relationship and she was dead set on graduating college first before she thinks of dating, coming from a good family background.

I have decided to share what I am into and I am happy to announce this is my way of expressing my fantasies and desires that most of my friends and family do not know about. Turns out I am into some very deviant desires, art, written fiction, and more.