Sensitive Lover: A Paw's Price Story

You are about to enter a realm where desires take a perilous turn, where the line between wish and curse blurs in the darkness. I hold an ancient monkey's paw with the power to grant your heart's deepest longing, but at what cost?

Tonight, we unveil the second tale of temptation. In a dingy bedroom of a suburban sprawl, a young man make's another wish...

"As an unimpressive guy in twenty-something years, I've never had interest in women or sex in general. It makes it hard to get along with other guys and makes me feel like I'm missing out on half of the world... I really wish I liked the same stuff that all the other guys do"

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You sit in your room, browsing the internet on your computer, searching for naked women as you hoped to find some interest in the same things other guys do. As you click through porn sites, you begin to feel a surge of excitement. Your heart races, and a stirring sensation builds in your lower regions. The images start to have a noticeable effect on you, and you find yourself growing harder with each click. You've never been this turned on in your life. No wonder guys are obsessed with pussy, you feel an urge to touch yourself from just watching a single scene. You start to pull down your jeans when you hear a knock at the door.

However, you soon realize that this arousal isn't limited to the pictures on your screen. Your stepmother stands by your open bedroom door, wearing a tight top that hugs her curves enticingly. Unintentionally, your eyes fixate on her, and the arousal intensifies as you observe her form.

Confused and somewhat embarrassed, you look away, trying to shake off the feeling. But no matter how hard you try to focus on something else, the desire remains, and your body betrays you by remaining in its excited state. You can smell the arousal and you wonder if she can too.

Your stepmother enters your room, not noticing your discomfort as she chats about her day. You try your best to act normal, but you struggle to hide your erection. Every detail of her appearance, from the way her top accentuates her figure to the curve of her lips as she smiles, adds fuel to the fire of your arousal.

As she stands close to you, you feel your heart pounding, and your body responds by growing even harder. It's a confusing and overwhelming experience, as your mind grapples with what is going on. All men. You realised your mistake.

"Uh, yeah, Mom. That's... I'm a little busy," you stammer, trying to act natural as you discreetly shift in your seat, hoping she won't notice the growing bulge in your pants. But she keeps talking, oblivious to your internal struggle.

Your stepmother moves closer, and the scent of her perfume fills the air, heightening your senses. You try to concentrate on anything else, but her presence dominates your thoughts. The tight top she's wearing seems to amplify her allure, making it impossible for you to ignore the effect she has on you.

As the conversation continues, you find it harder and harder to maintain your composure. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal as you try to fight your new feelings.

"Well, I need to go to the shops anyway. Love you." She leans in, and plants her plump, soft lips on yours. You grunt and feel a spasm in your cock, and try not to think about slipping a tongue into her mouth.

She leaves, shutting the door behind her. Jesus Christ. Did you just... you did. You needed to reverse this, but first, you needed to get changed.

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For in the world of the Monkey's Paw, every wish has its price, and every ending leaves its mark.

First Time?: A Paw's Price Story

You are about to enter a realm where desires take a perilous turn, where the line between wish and curse blurs in the darkness. I hold an ancient monkey's paw with the power to grant your heart's deepest longing, but at what cost?

Tonight, we unveil the first tale of temptation. In the shadowy corners of a small, quiet town, one person longs for something...

"I have a larger cock than most. Me and my gf are virgins. We're scared our first time might hurt her because of my size. I wish it wouldn't hurt her"

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The bedroom was dimly lit, a palpable tension hanging in the air. In this intimate space, you and Lily, your girlfriend, stood facing each other. Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders, framing her delicate face with an air of innocence. A white lace bra and matching panties adorned her body.

Lily's voice was soft, barely audible above the rush of emotions. "Are you sure about this?"

"Absolutely. I want this to be special for you."

As your lips met in a fervent kiss, the world seemed to shrink to just the two of you. Fingers traced silken paths across each other's skin, and the room filled with the sweet melody of Lily's gentle moans, the sound a testament to the building excitement.

With a deliberate yet tender touch, you guided Lily towards the bed, a silent promise hanging in the air. "You're so beautiful, Lily," you whispered, your voice a mixture of appreciation and lust.

A faint blush crept across her cheeks as she responded, "Stop, you're making me blush."

The removal of her bra was a prelude to the highlight of her body, her perky breasts standing proudly in the dim light. The delicate peaks of her nipples awaited your touch, yearning for the sensations only your fingers could provide. Layers of clothing fell away, leaving you both exposed and raw, your desire laid bare for each other to witness.

"Ready?" you asked, your voice laced with a breathless urgency.

"Yes," came Lily's nervous yet eager reply, "please be gentle." You hoped the wish would make a difference.

As your bodies united, a soft gasp escaped Lily's lips, echoing through the room like a shared secret. She was tight, but it didn't hurt, in fact it was getting easier. You felt amazing. However, the moment took an unexpected turn as her skin began to shift and change. Lines emerged, tracing their way across her face with a rapid intensity that defied belief. Wrinkles etched themselves deeper, reshaping her face.

Lily remained blissfully unaware, lost in the sensations of the act. "Oh, yes… just like that," she moaned, her voice a mixture of pleasure and desire.

Yet, your own experience was far from pleasurable. Disgust gnawed at the edges of your mind as her breasts, once inviting, began to sag, the inexorable weight of age pulling at them. The transformation was relentless, her body altering its form with a rapidity that was disconcerting.

Struggling to find your voice, you managed to utter, "Lily, something's happening…"

Unaware of the changes her body was undergoing, Lily responded with renewed enthusiasm. "Don't stop, it feels so good."

"Lily, we need to stop," you managed to say, your voice strained. You felt your cock inside her loose pussy, your hands on her soft, swollen hips.

Confusion clouded Lily's gaze as she looked at you, her moans slowly tapering off. "Stop? But why?" Her voice even sounded different now.

"Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?" Lily's voice was laced with hurt, her eyes searching yours for an explanation. "I'm sorry I'm a little loose down there, It happens with age."

"No, Lily," your voice was gentle, filled with a mix of regret and empathy, "it's not you. Something… something went wrong."

Lily's expression transformed into one of genuine concern, her brows furrowing in worry. The wrinkles in her forehead were deep. "Went wrong? What do you mean?"

"I just..." You realised it didn't matter now. You owed it to Lily to make her happy. You'd stolen her life from her, and she still clearly loved you. Sure the sex might not be great, but you're a virgin anyway, you won't know any different.

"It's nothing. Let's go again.

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For in the world of the Monkey's Paw, every wish has its price, and every ending leaves its mark.

Hello and welcome!

I enjoy writing stories about transformations. Generally "bad" ones.

Everything from classic body swaps, bizarre mutations, twisted wishes and slow-burn curses. But my hopes for a lot lf these stories are they are requests from you, the audience.

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