Despite the fact that I have my original C64 plugged in and running only 6 feet away from me, I can’t help but want this. I’m sort of in need of a new computer, and I feel that updating this blog from a Commodore 64 keyboard has more satisfaction than I’m willing to admit…
by Dan Standing
She looked at the second pair of hands,
All four now palm up to her face.
She had not wiped the extra lotion away,
This had not been part of her plans.
She shrieks as her breasts are quickly parted,
Splitting like amoebas moving into their new place.
Four hard nipples popped up to softly sway,
She runs to the mirror heavy hearted.
She had bought the tube to increase her bust,
Rubbed the cream on her tits like an ace.
Doubling numbers instead of mass was not what she expected today,
She suddenly recognizes a building lust.
The cream was on her chest, hands and…oh no!
She had played with herself; hand had crept under panties of lace.
Now she feels her clit and nether lips reforming as if made of clay,
She nearly weeps; this body she can never publicly show.
Nude she stares at her reflection,
Doubled arms and chest, a pair of pussies nestled in one’s place.
Both glisten as she decides to play,
Take advantage of her changes and search for unexpected perfection.
Lost in dual orgasms she fails to hear her roommate returned,
The lovely woman walks upstairs at an exhausted pace.
She finds the changed woman in a sensual lay,
Her secret crush spread out on the bed, her passion quickly burned.
They test their flesh and find it without compare,
One’s dream found, the other discovers pleasure from a woman’s grace.
The next day one lover works, the other inside will stay,
She minds not as long as there is love to share.
Months later no more secrets hide,
A lovely couple in a unique embrace.
More limbs had doubled, for what is there to say?
For them Love is not all that can be multiplied.
Some of you may remember a Flash game pushed around the internet, oh…last year I guess. It was called Magic Shop. And it was quite entertaining.
MAGIC SHOP's tite screen.
You play the unlearned magic shop apprentice desperately trying to help the pretty girl dye her hair blonde with a magical concoction. Get the ingredients right and you could have a chance to get with her. Get them wrong and…well, there are easily over 50 (possibly almost 100) ways to get it wrong, ranging from giving her a mohawk to turning her into a pile of ash and many other, well, very NSFW transformy results.
I do suggest you just skip most of Apprentice Joe’s droll and somewhat dated dialogue in the beginning…just read the young lady Biannca’s lines and you’ll understand what’s going on.
Roninsong, the creator of Magic Shop, has mentioned a possible sequel for some time. Until that arrives I’ve taken the initiative and hosted a copy here on DanStanding.com because I don’t know where it exists elsewhere anymore, and I have this written correspondence from Roninsong to back up my decision;
You can find Magic Shop anywhere on the net and put it on your site for free…
So, please enjoy Magic Shop…I’d love to hear people’s favorite accidental transformations…personally Rose Milk + Poison Clover has a certain class to it I quite enjoy. It just goes to show that some things age quickly on the internet, but that doesn’t mean they don’t age well.
For those of you who haven’t been reading Krazy Krow’s SPINNERETTE, I highly recommend it. When it comes to multi-limbed sexy super heroines, and an honestly engaging and interesting story which characterizes instead of simply sexualizing, I’ve found few reads I’ve enjoyed more than Spinnerette. I recommend starting from the beginning – or even buying the new book to get the extra content and support a great series – I know I plan to once it finally shows up on Indy Planet.
by Dan Standing
I moan as the cold tip pushes against the lips
Of my wet and waiting snatch.
Shirt and bra removed, panties pushed down off of hips
I never fully considered the implications of the catch.
The smooth metal glides inside my slick womanhood,
My left hand pumps while the other grabs my breast,
All the warnings did no good,
At the sight of the auric toy my desires would not rest.
Deep inside this cave so dank,
I found this golden rod under covers.
Now I cry out like a dirty skank,
Surrounded by past – and doomed – lovers.
My bare ass rolls against the cold and gritty floor.
I see the other golden statues scattered around.
Each one in a pose best befitting a whore.
I know soon I will cum and also make no more sound.
My hand holds Bacchus’ final parting joke,
The phalus of Midas himself turned to yellow gold.
My muscles tighten and my scream becomes a choke,
I feel the curse begin to take its hold.
As the warm and wonderful orgasm explodes,
Another feeling also travels along,
Changing bone and flesh and hair and sensitive nodes,
As I quickly join the still, helpless, guilded throng.
I sit as my metal form loses all its heat,
Evermore only to collect dust and simply be.
The phallus somehow returned to its tempting seat.
My nudity and lust on display for the next explorer to see.
Wrinkles will not encroach and breasts will never droop.
So eternal beauty with eternal stillness is not quite all bad.
I secretly wait to see who will be the next dupe,
But meanwhile it’s definately the longest orgasm I’ve ever had…