Wednesday, December 31, 2014
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Monday, December 22, 2014
Spread the love this holiday season! May your wildest dreams come true!
Sunday, December 21, 2014
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Friday, December 19, 2014
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Well, after a few months at college, the situation improved with my ex-wife. It turns out that we're much better as mother-daughter than as husband-wife. We found that we could talk about serious things for the first time. I even told her about my experiments with sex and she actually had sympathetic advice about relationships that didn't suck. Best of all, she decided to teach me witchcraft. Soon, I'll be able to turn people into sexy girls like me. I'd like to dedicate my new life to helping others be as happy as I am.
Monday, December 15, 2014
Note: Over 95% of the men transformed by the TG Virus refused treatment for their condition...
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Well, she said some mumbo-jumbo in a strange language. When I asked her what they meant, she said "just words".
The curse she laid on me didn't kick in until the next day, when I had parked my rig at a truck stop in Oklahoma. I was making some repairs when I found myself like this. My truck ain't going anywhere until I get a new fan belt, and to do that I'm going to have to go into the shop. I hope "just words" is all I have to face.
Saturday, December 13, 2014
There was one hope for justice: the Omicron Device. It could transfer minds, but, sadly, it could only be powered by consuming a star. Superman had charged it with a dying red giant just before the Zeta Wave hit. We had one shot, so the plan was to have a volunteer of impeccable moral character sacrifice their body to inhabit a body capable of interstellar flight. Then, the volunteer could recharge the device and thus earth's supers could be preserved.
That's the way it was supposed to work in theory. I'm Mike Johnson, the "volunteer of impeccable moral character." I used to be a fireman, and I won a Broze Star in the first gulf war. I saw my chance to help others, and what kid doesn't dream of being a superhero and fighting crime? They were pretty clear about it: when I woke up in the Omicron Chamber, I was going to be Superman.
At least that was the plan. I woke up like you see me. Nobody knows how my soul jumped the intended target and landed in Power Girl, who was two states away at the time. You would think being able to fly, use heat vision, and lift an aircraft carrier would be a huge adjustment, but the truth of the matter is, I was more freaked out about having a vagina and a pair of spectacular tits. This body felt amazing! Every pleasurable sensation was a million times more intense. I wondered at how the original Power Girl was able to do anything but play with herself all day.
In a nanosecond, I realized that making this body feel pleasure was my main goal in life. Impeccable moral character or not, I did not want to spend my life at the beck and call of the authorities who expected me to do their work for them. And their first request was to recharge the only device that could create the only beings capable of keeping me from getting the pleasure I deserved. One blast of my heat vision destroyed the Omicron Device. Without super intellects to rebuild it, and without a star to charge it, I'm the only game in town.
And what a game it's been! Sure, I spend some time fighting crime. With super speed, I can clean up a dozen cities in a day. And none of this "follow the spirit of the law" crap. I want to make it clear who is in charge. It's a good thing that this white uniform repels all stains.
That leaves most of the day and all of the night to have fun. Nobody, male or female, can resist the Magic Cleavage Window. I've had sex with supermodels, porn stars, and actresses--sometimes all in the same night! I suppose I should feel bad about selling out the earth, but with each spectacular orgasm, I remind myself that it's my world now.
Friday, December 12, 2014
Thursday, December 11, 2014
I don't know how she found out about it, but as soon as I tasted the sweetness in my coffee (I take it black), I knew that she must have switched the mugs.
"Thought you would poison me?" she sneered. "That's low, even for you." But then her eyes grew wide as the potion took effect within seconds. Instead of falling dead or stretching my guts up, my hair grew out, my facial features grew delicate and became Asian, and my body...well, my body became the one I had fantasized about ever since I was a teen.
My wife didn't know whether to laugh at me or turn green from jealousy. Later, I saw her drinking from my mug, but the potion was good for only one transformation. I had become my own ideal lover--I still don't have sex with my wife, but I Jill off at least five times a day, and the sex is fantastic!