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I recently published a new ebook, entitled A Spirited Weekend. And while SFC members already have a copy, and you CAN go buy it over at Smashwords or a variety of other popular ebook websites, before you do so I want to tell you about something else.
I’ve been experimenting with Patreon, and have created a little project I call the Metafeminine Book Club. This is not a replacement for this blog or Sexy Fantasy Comics, it is intended as an option for those looking for something in between.
Metafeminine Book Club is a monthly membership project. What differs it from Sexy Fantasy Comics? Well, it’s cheaper and has different charge options. But the BIG difference is that Metafeminine Book Club will only be offering ebook publications of my work. You’ll get far less material each month and you won’t get anything created by the other authors who work in Sexy Fantasy Comics. SFC is still, I think, the best deal.
But, I recognize that SFC is not an option for everyone. So if you’re a fan of my work and would expect to pay $2.99 each month to buy my ebooks individually, you can just pay $2 there. Plus, if enough people sign up, you’ll all get added benefits of illustrations that I could not otherwise afford to do – or even sell through things like Smashwords.
Again, if you are already a member of SFC do not sign up for MBC. But, if SFC has always been out of reach, and you really enjoy my work and would like it for less money than you’d pay elsewhere, this may be a good option for you.
As always I welcome your thoughts and opinions. I’m always striving to serve my readers better! And please enjoy the short story posted below!
by Dan Standing
“Oh, sure, and I’m one of those fake-titted reality show sluts who gets off on being filmed.”
Tyreen’s statement had been in response to the introduction just given to her by the strange woman in the gym locker room. Tyreen, glistening with sweat from her weekly after-work routine, had just opened up her sports drink, turned to get her dress clothes, and when she turned back this nude woman was standing right by her locker.
“I’m the genie of the sports drink, and you have one wish!” the naked intruder had announced.
So Tyreen’s disbelief was understandable.
“Is that your wish?” the woman asked, not moving from her spot, despite Tyreen’s obvious discomfort.
“Yeah, sure it is, if that’ll get you out of my face,” Tyreen muttered.
“Wonderful. Fake tits, sluttiness, and camera-induced orgasms I can do. Granted, and goodbye!”
Suddenly the woman vanished with a splash of liquid as green as Tyreen’s drink. The startled gym-goer blinked a few times. Had someone really been there? Had the woman really vanished? Had she really been a genie?
Had Tyreen really just wished for-
Doubt did not have a lengthy home in Tyreen’s mind. Within moments she felt an incredible tightness in her sports bra. Tyreen had always been a petite woman – this went for both her height and her dimensions. Her sports bra was more of a fashion choice than a necessity. So when her handfuls of breast flesh began to fight back against the stretchy fabric Tyreen noticed.
“Oh…oh God…” Tyreen gasped, urgently tugging on her bra as the elastic cups filled with growing fat and silicon. With much effort Tyreen was able to pull the sportswear over her head, and she instantly turned towards the locker room mirror.
Her jaw dropped. Tyreen could see her breasts inflating before her eyes – and ribs! What had once been small mounds topped by equally small nipples were now the size – and shape – of baseballs! Tyreen brought up her hands and palmed her spherical tits. She could feel the natural fatty tissue that was growing atop her chest, but as her fingers squeezed she could also feel the resistance of what was obviously an implant within. Her nipples, swelling towards the size of thumbs, poked against her palms.
As her digits were pushed apart by the advance of her breasts from baseballs to softballs Tyreen pulled her hands away and was about to scream. But the swell of lust in her loins overwhelmed the swell of fear in her mind.
“Oh…” Tyreen shuddered as her knees went weak and she melted down to the locker room’s bench. Her pussy had suddenly become inflamed with need. She could feel her clit becoming achingly swollen and pushing against her flushing labia. Sitting as she was Tyreen could feel her juices flowing through every crease and cranny of her slit, seeping into her panties and gym shorts.
A flush ran over her skin, and Tyreen was instantly aware that she’d suddenly become much more sensitive all over. Her back was arching from the weight of the rubbery grapefruits hanging from her ribs, and Tyreen again grasped them. Her shotglass size nipples were squeezed between thumb and forefinger as she pushed her fingers against her taught skin. Her breasts had indeed gotten much more sensitive, and Tyreen cooed as the electric pulse of erotic contact zipped straight to her crotch. Her lusty moan echoed across the tile.
Tyreen stopped herself. She realized that something wasn’t right. This was wrong. She was sick.
And the only cure was a hot beef injection.
Ignoring how empty she felt between her thighs Tyreen got up and went to her work clothes. She pealed off the soaked panties and shorts and pulled on the black skirt – sans panties. The damp air circulating within the open fabric, swirling around her bare pussy, made Tyreen giggle. She pulled on her white blouse without the dress bra she’d put on that morning. Her tits, now finally ceasing their growth at the size of casaba melons with nipples that neared the size of two golf balls stacked atop each other, would barely fit inside the white fabric. Tyreen could only get three buttons together, and the pressure of the material against her skin was a constant turn on. She wondered how long it would take for her juices to run down her legs past the hum of the skirt.
She would have surely been stopped on the street in such an outfit. But Tyreen didn’t expect to get that far. She needed a man between her legs now and planned to be on her back in the men’s locker room within the next few minutes. She fluffed her hair, and with sexual assuredness strutted out of the locker room.
An orgasm immediately rocked Tyreen as she stepped onto the gym’s main room. She screamed in pleasure as her juices splattered across the inside of her thighs and skirt. She crumpled to the floor as her legs became jelly. Tyreen’s silicon boobs barely bounced against each other, but the buttons did rip off her shirt, exposing her chest to everyone who turned towards the commotion.
Before she’d even tasted the afterglow of her first orgasm another one hit Tyreen, this one so intense she couldn’t even get out a gasp.
She’d forgotten about the gym’s security cameras.
And now a slew of smart phones were being whipped out, each RECORD light pumping the thrashing woman with another spike of carnal bliss.
And Tyreen was giving them quite a show.
Just FYI, I do have two reviews coming – including A Lamp For Medusa – but I misplaced the book and only just found it so it will be a little while yet! ~dS
Just a quick one:
When I wished that men would pay more attention to my nipples I hadn’t expected it to come true. I hadn’t meant anything more by it beyond wanting a little more suckling and pinching during sex. So when my nipples suddenly went cold, stood up taller than they ever had before, and began to stiffen I was caught off guard.
I stared at my reflection as the edges of my areola started to become a deep bronze. From that outer rim of color the changes moved inwards towards my nipple. My bumpy tender saucers smoothed out into metal caps, and my nipples literally rang as they turned to brass.
The holes at the tips of my new metal teats widened to about a centimeter. I shuddered as a cold sensation began at the center core of my breasts. Shortly thereafter I felt my chest filling; liquid was pushing out against my fatty fun bags from within, causing them to expand and stretch. Within minutes what had once been naturally hanging D-cups were taught and standing grapefruits atop my chest. When the restrictions of my flesh could give no more the liquid began dripping from my bronzed nipples. I took some to my finger and licked it.
And the beer was good.
Surprisingly, my pussy was aflame from the sensation of alterations, and I quickly tended to it while golden deliciousness dribbled back to me. My metal nipples are still incredibly sensitive, and now there hasn’t yet been a man who hasn’t lapped at them eagerly.
There have been a lot of requests regarding how to buy things like issues of TIME AND AGAIN. I’m happy to say I’m finally getting around to getting something like that up. You can now head over to Dan Standing’s eStore and purchase TIME AND AGAIN 1 and TIME AND AGAIN 2. You can even use a popular pay method! The full URL is;
Please keep in mind that I am not a PDF master, so the .zip files are BIG. Please give them time to download. I hope to be posting other items for sale in the future.
Please let me know if anyone has any issues!
I hope you will excuse the lack of names and titles regarding this video, but the primary audience for the film really isn’t (and shouldn’t be) readers here. And since it seems that trying to add an age verification plugin crashes the website, I’ve chosen to be careful about potential SEO.
But anyway, yes – age regression! Some pretty impressive SFX here, which even include what seems to be breast expansion and ass expansion beyond just the restored pertness of youth. She looks almost younger than her adult daughter by the end of the scene!
A poem by Dan Standing
Our hips touch.
Your skin kisses mine,
Our flesh merging.
So warm, so wonderful.
Within minutes my hip bone is yours
And vice versa.
My left leg – your right leg.
A central big toe
With eight little piggies.
I can feel you now
All of you.
We each lose an arm to this magic,
Our shoulders one.
Our breasts shift,
One above the other,
Mine next to yours.
My pussy glistens for you.
Yours does for me.
I feel your fingers upon your mons
Our cheeks so close
I smell you.
We wanted to be inseparable.
I squeeze my breast
And you coo.
We are one.
a super-short by Dan Standing
Sandra’s body locked up as she came. She’d had no time to refute the wording of her last wish. But her instant of self-doubt was washed away by the pure bliss that poured over her mind.
Her perfect body – exactly how she’d imagined it with her first wish – began to shudder. Slowly her dainty feet and long smooth legs began to dissipate into pure energy, becoming just that hazy refraction in the air on a hot day. Sandra’s fingers stretched and began to evaporate as well, her wrists and arms slowly following.
Her breasts shuddered atop her chest as her wet cum continued to rock her body. Minutes before they had been barely peaches. The ifrit’s magic had changed that. Sandra had held tight to her table as warm gushes of freshly grown fat and tissue surged into her tiny tits. She had felt the arousal brought on from her breast expansion dripping down her thighs. It had been this sensation that had sparked the thoughts leading to her third wish.
Sandra’s legs had vanished up to her thighs, and her arms to her shoulders. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel that her blond tresses had also wisped away. As the dispersion continued she wasn’t concerned about what would happen to her as vital organs – and even her brain – were taken by it. Her second wish had been to live forever and survive anything. She’d come out the other end of this in some fashion – but just how she did not know.
The flesh and bone around her pussy had faded into the air, leaving her lower lips still fluttering and spraying by themselves. Sandra’s sex-fogged vision could just see her nipples poof out of physical existence as her head also dissipated. With the rest of her body no more, her pussy finally ended its physical existence.
There was no way for Sandra to know how long she’d floated in the room as a disembodied orgasm. She was purely sexual pleasure now, and her consciousness – what was left of it – could only perceive that bliss.
Then, suddenly, Sandra was on a bed in a large room. She was naked and staring at a mirror. She was brunette woman, in her mid-forties, and still quite attractive. A hand played with a round breast still full and filled with vitality, thumb and finger tugging at the brown nipple. She could feel her body seizing up as the undulating dildo buried and held tight within the woman’s crotch crested her. Sandra cried out with the stranger as she came and the pleasure sent shivers through her tanned skin. As the woman let her head fall back while orgasm began to slip into afterglow Sandra vanished from the woman.
In another instant Sandra found herself in a college dorm room. She was a slim red head, just nineteen. She was on her hands and knees atop a messy bed. Her bra was pushed down around her stomach, her orange-sized breasts hanging with their nipples just brushing a blanket. Her skirt was pushed up around her hips and her panties pulled down around her thighs. She was biting a pillow, trying not to make any noise. Sandra could feel the cock of a football player plowing deep into her tight pussy, the smooth silicon barely holding his thick rod. The girl had a finger desperately pressed against her clit, which was dripping from the lube culled from the stretched condom. Sandra came with the girl as her unpracticed vaginal muscles gripped at the boy’s ramming cock. The girl’s back arched and sweat dripped onto her sheets as she screamed into the pillow. Additional bolts of pleasure ran through her as wide hands spanked her ass.
As the girl collapsed forward from blissful exhaustion Sandra left her and moved on to experience another woman’s orgasm and the exact moment she began to cum.
And then another.
As pure physical pleasure, this was now Sandra’s existence, for the rest of time.
a quickie in two parts (Part II)
Pumice rested Rowena across the back seat of his SUV, where she bounced around stiffly as the drive to his lab got under way. Rowena continued to struggle against her frozen muscles throughout the entire ride, on occasion thinking she’d made a small victory before realizing any perceived movement was only caused by an especially bad bump. She’d given up by the time Pumice parked.
Rowena’s mind shuddered and she internally cooed as she felt the man’s hard hands on her naked body. He dragged her out of the car and she was once again slung over his shoulder. It was about fifty feet between the car park and Pumice’s actual lab. Rowena tried to take mental notes of their location for future reference, but they were inside and everything was built hospital white.
Inside the laboratory, which was overwhelmed with all sorts of equipment, Pumice hefted Rowena off his shoulder and leaned her against a wall. His hand brushed her breast as he stepped away, and Rowena’s body ached for more than an incidental touch…while her mind simultaneously plotting how she would shatter his head.
“I know I could try and balance you upright, but your invisible feet would make that difficult. But don’t worry, I have a solution to that so I know you’ll always stand without fear of falling over…”
Pumice had angled the captured ImperceptEvil so she could see what he was doing. He retrieved a round metal pan about two feet in diameter and placed it on the floor. He then picked up a plastic gallon container and poured a layer of white goo into the shallow metal surface. As Pumic returned the container the muck slowly spread and covered all of the pan’s shallow depth.
“Alright now, let’s try this…” Pumice groaned as he lifted Rowena. He carried her over and placed her down within the pan. He worked his hands over her for a few moments to make sure she was standing upright. Rowena would have been panting at the feel-up if the sensation of the ooze on her feet wasn’t so strange.
Ug, what is this stuff?! Rowena’s mind gagged as the goo bulged around and between her toes, It’s cold and…yuck!
“If you’re curious, that stuff is atomic glue. When it dries in a minute or two you’ll be very permanently bonded to it and this support dish,” Pumice said with a smile.
“Oh don’t get upset yet,” the stone scientist laughed as he swaggered over to one of his tables. He picked up from it a needle and a spray can, “Save that for what I’m about to do.”
Stepping back over to his frozen captive Pumice let burst a little cloud of red paint. Rowena felt the mist settle over her right thigh. The patch of red was clearly not what Pumice was looking for, so he sprayed again until part of Rowena’s right arm spattered into view.
“Ah, there we are. You may one day thank me, Rowena,” Pumice smirked as he held up the needle and tapped it, spritzing a bit of the liquid as he ejected air from the reservoir, “I’m about to make you immortal.”
Rowena barely felt the needle. She was concentrating too much on the cold tingle of her toes as the atomic glue solidified, her feet now bonded to the metal tray at the most intimate level of practical physics. It was only as Pumice was returning his items to the table that Rowena began to notice the effects of the injection. Her whole body was getting warm, as if her metabolism had just skyrocketed. Her breathing became heavy.
And then it stopped.
Panic ripped through Rowena, as she expected to pass out at any moment.
But she didn’t. She was completely still. She couldn’t even feel her heart beating.
What the fuck did you do to me? Rowena’s mind screamed.
“So, by now I expect my little cocktail has taken effect. Don’t worry, Rowena, you won’t be dying any time soon. Maybe when the sun explodes in a few million years, if nobody thinks to move you off planet. But for now your mind and body are perfectly preserved.”
Pumice had returned to Rowena carrying a metal bucket and a paint brush. He used his foot to drag over a small stool, and he sat down in front of his captive – her red tainted hip and arm obvious signs in regards to which direction Rowena was facing.
“You see, my dear, I isolated the compound within my stony form that keeps me alive while all of my otherwise-necessary vital signs are arrested. You’d think it would be a miracle drug, but sadly the average human body burns it up too quickly to be of any good.”
Rowena started to laugh at Pumice’s situation – being so close to ending world hunger and mortality and yet so far – but her thoughts were interrupted as the wet brush slid from the toes of her right foot up to the top of her ankle. Whatever Pumice was using, it was cold and immediately created a pleasant pinching sensation across ImperceptEvil’s skin.
“However, what I discovered, is that if I over-drive the same substance I used to make you immobile, the two chemicals in combination can sustain a person indefinitely – of course, they’ll be completely immobile for the rest of their existence.”
Wait, I’m stuck like this…forever! Rowena’s mind screamed, before it was again distracted by Pumice painting her legs. You…you can’t do that! You’re a super hero!
“Now, I won’t lie, I was a little torn about imprisoning you in your own body for what would probably be most of forever,” Pumice continued on as his brush strokes reached his captive’s thighs, “But then the courts commuted your extensive outstanding sentences to me and, well, things are easier to justify when the law is behind you.”
No no no! I don’t want to be like this forev-oh!
Pumice’s brush had reached Rowena’s bare pussy. Her mind shuddered at the cool caresses of it, the bristles invading crevices that fingers had never delved into. The paint tingled and tightened around her labia, and little bits of it leaked through to her clit.
Rowena’s mind was suddenly aflame with desire.
“Back when we were just coworkers, before the accident, I was into you, Rowena,” Pumice continued on as his brush lingered over Rowena’s pussy. “I always wondered what you looked like under the lab coat. And then I was chasing you naked all the time – invisible, of course. Now I think it is time the world took a look.”
It was then that a part of Rowena’s mind buried under all the growing lust realized what Pumice was doing. Right now she was just a pair of hollow legs and a pussy standing atop a rostrum in a lab. She’s always gloated to herself how no one had seen her sexy villainous form. But now Pumice was in the process of putting her body on show.
But that was the part of her mind under the overwhelming sexual pounding the rest of her mind was dealing with.
Touch me, touch me, touch me! Rowena was mentally screaming as the brush moved up her stomach and to the underside of her breast, Make me cum, please!
“Now, don’t worry Rowena, I am a gentleman. I officially need to make you visible so that I can confirm it is you I have captured. But once I’ve coated you with this special weather-proof vibranor no one will violate the sanctity of your body.”
No no, please please! I can’t stay on the edge of an orgasm forever! Rowena begged. Pumice, of course, did not hear her. He had just coated her left nipple – further driving Rowena towards a precipice she could not send herself over – when a buzzing in his pocket stopped him.
“Uh oh,” Professor Pumice sighed as he looked at his communicator. He sealed the metal can and placed aside the brush, “You’re not the only criminal in the world and it looks like someone else needs attention. I’ll be back to finish later.”
And with that, despite Rowena’s unheard protests, Pumice closed up the lab and left. Only the front of Rowena’s invisible legs, her pussy, and a line up her stomach to her breast had been painted. The surreal looking empty form stood completely still in the dark atop its shallow stage, regretting the day it ever thought Evil would be the greatest pleasure.
Now she could only quietly beg for that.