TF and Feminization Erotica By Heather Graham
A wonderful patron of mine commissioned Fluffy Void ( https://www.furaffinity.net/user/fluffy-void/ ) for an illustration based on a story of mine called “The Pledge” – set in the 80s where a werewolf fanatic makes a deal with a devil. The scene is an imagined event as a sort of epilogue from the story.…
A man is made into a submissive bitch after mistreating the wrong young woman.
A super duper duper short little thing about a man turning into a slutty submissive weredog. I’m posting three really short stories today, all around gender fluidity.
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Over 100 of my as yet unreleased stories can be found on my Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham
“You’re fucking crazy,” I tell him over the phone, running my fingers through my short, curly hair.
“You know what the great thing is, Brad?” I hear him ask. He sounds pissed but also amused in a way. “I don’t care what you think. …
A man finds more than just his gender changing…
A super duper duper short little thing about a man turning into a female werewolf. I’m posting three really short stories today, all around gender fluidity.
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Over 100 of my as yet unreleased stories can be found on my Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham
His nerves throbbed like a second heartbeat as he knelt in his living room. They thrummed, slowly at first and he groaned, shaking his head.
Static buzzed in his ears, distracting him. He pushed his palms against his head, rubbing his temples over and over. The skin dragged on his palms, loose for a moment until they filled out, bulging away from his fingers and palm into paw pads.…
From my Patreon: A Viking berserker decides to turn a captured woman
Blackened flakes rose into the air, carried on the updrafts of the fires that consumed thatched roofs and simple wooden walls. They fell back, gathering before swirling in the wind like a grotesque black river winding through the sky.
Screams filled the air – cries of terror and pain as the warriors made their way through the village, searching for survivors.
A few of the men were clad in pelts while the rest bore their nudity with pride. Soot and blood – some their own – lined their muscled bodies as they reveled in their victory.…
From My Patreon!
A scientist makes a fatal mistake and grows as she becomes enraged.
Dr. Elizabeth Russell’s lab coat weighed heavily on her shoulders but not nearly as heavily as the foreboding silence within the chamber.
When she showed new interns around the part of the lab she was in now, they always, without fail, asked if the lab used to be a bank. The chamber was sealed with what looked like a vault door but she assured them that it had never been a bank. No, it was custom created and far beyond a financial institution’s specifications.
She stood in dim lighting in the inner ring, facing the chamber at the center of the lab.…
From my Patreon!
In the future, a young woman discovers her punishment as she begins to change
My arm is sore and I have a little bump at the injection site.
I hope the judge burns in hell.
The shuttle beeps behind me but I wave it away and the wing doors close while it rises from the ground with a heavy gust of downdraft that stirs the hem of my habit. It takes a moment for the main engine to kick on and then the wind dies and it accelerates above me. Even here, in the middle of nowhere, I can see the blinking red strobes of more shuttles flying in the distance.…
Amber investigates her changes, unable to resist the heat building within
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My whole body is alive and begging for attention and I’ve never felt anything like this.
On the bed with my blanket around my ankles, ass raised in the air, head buried in my pillow and all I can think about is the ache within. My chest is hot. I feel my heartbeat in the pit of my stomach, my cheeks and ears are on fire and my teeth itch and I can’t stop rubbing my tongue against the roof of my mouth because of the way it sends jolts of spiky electricity down my stomach to my pussy and OH GOD I’m so fucking wet I can feel my muscles inside, slippery and empty and the static buzzing in my ears enough to drive me mad-
I clench the bedsheets, my little claws tearing into them and the mattress below. …
Headlights scattered on puddles from the recent rain. Two women shrieked and giggled as they moved away from the streets. A slick black sports car sped past, splashing the sidewalk while the passenger yelled out an incoherent catcall. Its red tail lights scattered through the drops of water. The night air smelled of hot concrete, steam, food and the eclectic scents of young adults migrating between clubs and bars.
“Come on, Beth!” the taller of the two women said, pulling at her girlfriend’s arm. Tipsy and thrown off balance, they stumbled on their high heels and giggled again.
“It’s late, Kari,” Beth called out. …
From my Patreon! Chapter 2 (of 3 currently) for The Gift!
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Warm afternoon sunlight filtered through tall, dilapidated buildings. The air was sour with the scent of offal from nearby butchers and emptied chamber pots. Agnes stepped lightly around puddles on the dirty, uneven ground. She held a wicker basket against her hip and a dainty hand over her nose while praying for a cool breeze to move the stale air.
Nearly all the lords and ladies were busy at the wedding with their fancy clothes and jewelry while she sweated through the stench of the lower city.…
From my Patreon! The last of the initial gift stories for people that joined at the beginning.
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The police cruiser turned left on the dirt road, its tires crunching on the gravel of the unpaved driveway. Inside the cruiser, officer Miller glanced at the house number to verify she had the right address. She wiped sweat from her hairline and entered some information into the laptop suspended in front of the dashboard.
When Miller’s radio crackled to life, she jumped and cursed silently. She’d been on edge since the night before and even snapped at the desk sergeant earlier this morning.…