Dodson's Dream, Victor Saga - The Annie Entries (BE/transformation) [Part 3: 8/30/16]
Story by ZeHell-ScythefanToo
Hey everybody! Ever wondered why my pseudonym is what it is? ... No? Well, too bad - you're in for an explanation here! It's actually really simple, though. Once upon a time, I discovered the works of Hell-Scythe. He's not the best writer, but by and far my most favoritest story ever (rated by 'fappability' here) is his foray into the Dodson's Dream universe, herein colloquially titled "Dodson's Dream, Victor Saga". (The Power, which can also be found under his name there, is also pretty good.) Years later, I created what is basically fan-fiction of his spinoff at this point; I attempted to contact him recently to obtain the original author's opinion, or maybe whether or not there were conflicting future plans, but no such luck. This thread is about those fan-fiction parts of mine, which I will be releasing on a "when I raise my left pinky finger" basis.
If you'd like a primer to the universe, the long answer is to read OddWerid's (not a typo) Fateful Nights (I do like how he got his stylistic name wrong here), which contains rape and non-consensual transformation, or his other Dodson's Dream shorts, which tend to contain just non-consensual transformation. Then, of course, read Hell-Scythe's shorts because they introduce characters from his fan-fiction (which tends to be a bit tamer than OddWerid's) in my fan-fiction, which you can read below. :p Barring all of this backstory, details that are relevant and/or important are referenced here in my parts so as not to preclude any new or unfamiliar readers, but I still recommend you read these limited back-references - if you like transformation, they are, dare I say, hot as fuck. :8:
One final warning: These parts are long, hence my hesitance to post all of them at once; at the very least, curiosity seekers have plenty to read. I'll bump the thread with updates like any other author, of course, and future parts may be in future posts.
Part 1: Nancy's Recruit (Site reader) (Plain text)
Tags: transformation, gender-swap, breast expansion, reluctance, futa/female, futa/male, futa/futa, masturbation, oral, vaginal, pegging, self-cest, drug use
Part 1
Annie Lane (birthname Anne, but she heavily preferred Annie in any case) spun the knobs back at the end of the tub, swirling a finger through the bubble-laden water once more to ensure that the water temperature was absolutely perfect. When she was satisfied, as she knew she would be, she hung her towel from around her body gingerly on the bathroom door's hook, stepping toes first into the relaxingly steaming water and slipping gracefully into the whole tub until her body was submerged. Annie sighed contentedly as the water enveloped her in heavenly bath, evaporating stress and taking a load off present worries like exams and financial aid; she easily cherished the ability to have a private bath in a room just off of her dormitory instead of having to simply shower in shared stalls. Annie was not of a lavishly rich family, much less one capable of affording her a position in one of these rooms of luxury; a pure stroke of luck in rooming error, compounded with a slot failing to be filled in the school's register under some circumstance like someone prestigious deciding this school wasn't enough for them at the last minute or perhaps making the biggest drunken mistake of their life before classes started, Annie didn't and couldn't really know which or generally why, landed her this precious spot for a small, but functional, private bath suite, and she intended to make the most of it - at least for the one semester before a shuffle occurred. (The rooming wasn't any more expensive under conditions like this, but the rooms themselves were always reserved to those who could show proof of financially unaided tuition - a prejudice, perhaps.) Annie kicked back, leaned her head to the wall behind her and ahead of two interlocked hands, and rested for a little while as the warm bath soothed and massaged her skin and inner muscles. The homely girl felt as if she didn't deserve such pleasures, being smallish in stature, possessing a cute face and 30A breasts going just above and beyond their cup size but also doing a bit of droop that were otherwise nothing to write home about, and styling short, mousy, head-enveloping almond hair that almost desired to turn silver at a moment's notice, but wasn't going to argue the overall point, which was a moment of peace and quiet away from all the hazing and jeering the other girls on this floor were wont to shower her with. Taking heat from a slice of the bitchiest, rudest, most superficial women on the plane
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