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Hello all!
I have here a number of different prompts that I'll add to any time I get more inspiration. Feel free to message me if you have any questions about the prompts or have an idea of your own!
Lots of love dears!
Currently looking for this prompt in particular:
Have a great day!
I have here a number of different prompts that I'll add to any time I get more inspiration. Feel free to message me if you have any questions about the prompts or have an idea of your own!
Lots of love dears!
It was the most popular show of the last decade, and hadn't showed any signs of slowing, or getting any less popular. Spouse Swap was THE show to watch. Everyone who was anyone was watching it every week, talking about it at work, and sharing their theories on which of the new families was the best, hottest, or had any chance to last.
The premise of the show was simple: take any number of families, most often 6, and randomly swapped one of the spouses into a different home for a month. These new families would be required to make an attempt at a new life, and do their best to abide by similar customs and rules as before. At the end of the month, each new family was given a choice: Go back to your old family or stay with the new one. And the whole time, their lives would be filmed for the general public. New episodes were released daily, all edited for viewer's pleasure - although the show was rated for adults only, for obvious reasons.
I put in an application to be on the show, but I never expected to actually get chosen. Futas like myself are rare, but that may actually have lead to my selection. Anyway, I let my husband know, and I should be given my temporary family next week, I'm so excited!
The premise of the show was simple: take any number of families, most often 6, and randomly swapped one of the spouses into a different home for a month. These new families would be required to make an attempt at a new life, and do their best to abide by similar customs and rules as before. At the end of the month, each new family was given a choice: Go back to your old family or stay with the new one. And the whole time, their lives would be filmed for the general public. New episodes were released daily, all edited for viewer's pleasure - although the show was rated for adults only, for obvious reasons.
I put in an application to be on the show, but I never expected to actually get chosen. Futas like myself are rare, but that may actually have lead to my selection. Anyway, I let my husband know, and I should be given my temporary family next week, I'm so excited!
Currently looking for this prompt in particular:
I have a link here to a story I am writing, but the basic idea is this:
MC, through some reason or another, is granted a book of rules! Anything written within the book becomes automatically true, regardless of whether it should be possible or not, and everyone acts as though it has always been true!
I’m also more than happy to GM for you on this one, just let me know.
Here's a small sample of how our story could go:'
Marissa rubbed her eyes as she slowly awoke from one of the strangest dreams she ever had. Not that it was unpleasant in any way, but women weren't exactly her type, at least as far as she could remember, and the curvy blonde that she had just dreamed about was causing her some confusion. The woman had introduced herself as a deity, some kind of protection spirit, for "The Rulebook" (Something that could only have existed in her dreams). That was about as much as she could remember, especially with her mind now constantly drifting to the image of the woman bending over and showing off cleavage that made Marissa incredibly jealous.
She sighed and threw her feet over the edge of the bed before standing up and stretching. It was Saturday, and she had plenty of homework for her college courses she needed to get done. Her roommate Claire was usually working on Saturdays, so she had the apartment to herself for the next few hours at least, and she planned to take full advantage of that fact.
The redhead undressed, dropping her pajamas onto her bed, and grabbed a towel before heading to their shared bathroom, the towel hanging over her shoulder. She turned the water on hot and let it steam before stepping inside with a yawn. She scrubbed her body carefully, making sure every part of her was as clean as possible before starting on her hair. Saturdays were always for cleaning her hair thoroughly, because it was the one day she was sure her hair could dry before she needed to do anything with it.
Nearly 45 minutes later, Marissa stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself off. She wrapped her hair in a towel and brushed her teeth as she looked over herself in the mirror. Marissa had never really loved the way she looked. Nearly everyone she met assumed she was 5 years younger than she really was, not that she blamed them. She was barely 5 feet tall, she couldn't put on weight, and her breasts were A cups only because that was the smallest size one could be. She was cute, sure, but no one took her seriously. She was just a child to them, and she hated it.
Still, life went on.
Marissa re-wrapped the towel around her waist and walked back to her bedroom to get dressed. She left the door open behind her since no one else was home, and was about to set her towel down when she saw something weird. Her bed was made, her pajamas were folded, and a small book sat on her bed. She looked around, immediately worried that someone had managed to break into their home. She certainly hadn't made her own bed, not before she got into the shower, and she never folded her pajamas, even when she did make her bed. Not only that, but the journal was not something she had ever seen before... right?
The memory of her dream began to come back to her. It wasn't possible. Surely it wasn't. But the book... it looked nearly identical to the one the woman in her dream had. Or, the one the woman in the dream had promised to give to Marissa. She didn't believe it, of course, who would believe someone in their own dream? But there is was, a plain, unmarked, and leather-bound book.
She walked forward slowly and reached for the book. It was definitely real, and lighter than it looked too. She hadn't noticed before, but there was even a pen attached to the book with a small cord. She was more concerned with the contents of the book though, and opened it to a random page to see what was in it... but it was blank. She quickly flipped to another page, which was yet again blank. Again and again Marissa flipped to a random page, only to find each one blank. She looked over every page in the book, but there was only one page she could find with any writing on it at all - the very first page of the book.
Marissa looked over the small bit of writing in the book again and again, trying to understand what this thing was. A book that could only have truth written in it? How would that even work? She shook her head before getting lost in the semantics of it and let out a deep breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Clearly this was just some joke her roommate was playing on her. After all, who would break into their apartment just to make her bed and give her a random book? She laughed out loud, trying to calm herself down. It was a joke, it had to be. But she wouldn't be made fun of like this so easily. So she walked back to her door and shut it just in case Claire was still home.
She dropped her towel to the floor and was about to get dressed when she looked back at the book. If this really was just a joke, why did she have a dream about it? How did she know this was going to happen? It just didn't make any sense! She looked around her room one more time to make sure nobody was there before picking up the book. She read through the first page one more time. "Only truth can be written on these pages." Did that mean if she tried to write a lie it wouldn't write? Or did it mean something else?
She picked up the pen and opened the book to its first blank page. She could feel her breathing getting deeper, as if somehow she knew that this was going to be one of the most important moments of her life. She didn't even fully realize what she was writing down either. It was almost like her body already knew what the book was, and had already decided what it wanted, even before her mind had wrapped itself around what was happening.
Marissa, the owner of the book, has huge breasts.
She blushed as she read what she had written in the book. Why would she have written that? Her breasts had always been big, it was one of the reasons her back hurt all the time. If she really wanted to see if the book was real or not, she would have to try and write something she knew was wrong. Something like...
Marissa, the owner of the book, is over 6 feet tall.
She shook her head as her vision blurred for a moment. She looked down at the words she had written, once again confused. She was supposed to write something that wasn't true, but she had once again written something rather obviously true. But this time she paused. Did she actually write down something that wasn't true? Did the book do this? She supposed it was possible that the book was changing her memory. And if that was the case she needed to know.
Marissa, the owner of the book, will remember all changes made by writing within the book.
Marissa took a sudden deep breath as her memories came flooding back to her. "Holy shit..." she gasped aloud, now absolutely certain of the power of her book. It had actually changed her body! She could barely hold back her excitement. It worked!!! She was no longer the child that everyone seemed to think she was. She was an absolute knockout now!
And she intended to do something with this new body of hers.
Sound fun? I think so too!
MC, through some reason or another, is granted a book of rules! Anything written within the book becomes automatically true, regardless of whether it should be possible or not, and everyone acts as though it has always been true!
I’m also more than happy to GM for you on this one, just let me know.
Here's a small sample of how our story could go:'
Marissa rubbed her eyes as she slowly awoke from one of the strangest dreams she ever had. Not that it was unpleasant in any way, but women weren't exactly her type, at least as far as she could remember, and the curvy blonde that she had just dreamed about was causing her some confusion. The woman had introduced herself as a deity, some kind of protection spirit, for "The Rulebook" (Something that could only have existed in her dreams). That was about as much as she could remember, especially with her mind now constantly drifting to the image of the woman bending over and showing off cleavage that made Marissa incredibly jealous.
She sighed and threw her feet over the edge of the bed before standing up and stretching. It was Saturday, and she had plenty of homework for her college courses she needed to get done. Her roommate Claire was usually working on Saturdays, so she had the apartment to herself for the next few hours at least, and she planned to take full advantage of that fact.
The redhead undressed, dropping her pajamas onto her bed, and grabbed a towel before heading to their shared bathroom, the towel hanging over her shoulder. She turned the water on hot and let it steam before stepping inside with a yawn. She scrubbed her body carefully, making sure every part of her was as clean as possible before starting on her hair. Saturdays were always for cleaning her hair thoroughly, because it was the one day she was sure her hair could dry before she needed to do anything with it.
Nearly 45 minutes later, Marissa stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself off. She wrapped her hair in a towel and brushed her teeth as she looked over herself in the mirror. Marissa had never really loved the way she looked. Nearly everyone she met assumed she was 5 years younger than she really was, not that she blamed them. She was barely 5 feet tall, she couldn't put on weight, and her breasts were A cups only because that was the smallest size one could be. She was cute, sure, but no one took her seriously. She was just a child to them, and she hated it.
Still, life went on.
Marissa re-wrapped the towel around her waist and walked back to her bedroom to get dressed. She left the door open behind her since no one else was home, and was about to set her towel down when she saw something weird. Her bed was made, her pajamas were folded, and a small book sat on her bed. She looked around, immediately worried that someone had managed to break into their home. She certainly hadn't made her own bed, not before she got into the shower, and she never folded her pajamas, even when she did make her bed. Not only that, but the journal was not something she had ever seen before... right?
The memory of her dream began to come back to her. It wasn't possible. Surely it wasn't. But the book... it looked nearly identical to the one the woman in her dream had. Or, the one the woman in the dream had promised to give to Marissa. She didn't believe it, of course, who would believe someone in their own dream? But there is was, a plain, unmarked, and leather-bound book.
She walked forward slowly and reached for the book. It was definitely real, and lighter than it looked too. She hadn't noticed before, but there was even a pen attached to the book with a small cord. She was more concerned with the contents of the book though, and opened it to a random page to see what was in it... but it was blank. She quickly flipped to another page, which was yet again blank. Again and again Marissa flipped to a random page, only to find each one blank. She looked over every page in the book, but there was only one page she could find with any writing on it at all - the very first page of the book.
The Rules
Only truth can be written on these pages.
Do not lose, destroy, or otherwise remove this book from the material plane.
Have fun
Only truth can be written on these pages.
Do not lose, destroy, or otherwise remove this book from the material plane.
Have fun
Marissa looked over the small bit of writing in the book again and again, trying to understand what this thing was. A book that could only have truth written in it? How would that even work? She shook her head before getting lost in the semantics of it and let out a deep breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Clearly this was just some joke her roommate was playing on her. After all, who would break into their apartment just to make her bed and give her a random book? She laughed out loud, trying to calm herself down. It was a joke, it had to be. But she wouldn't be made fun of like this so easily. So she walked back to her door and shut it just in case Claire was still home.
She dropped her towel to the floor and was about to get dressed when she looked back at the book. If this really was just a joke, why did she have a dream about it? How did she know this was going to happen? It just didn't make any sense! She looked around her room one more time to make sure nobody was there before picking up the book. She read through the first page one more time. "Only truth can be written on these pages." Did that mean if she tried to write a lie it wouldn't write? Or did it mean something else?
She picked up the pen and opened the book to its first blank page. She could feel her breathing getting deeper, as if somehow she knew that this was going to be one of the most important moments of her life. She didn't even fully realize what she was writing down either. It was almost like her body already knew what the book was, and had already decided what it wanted, even before her mind had wrapped itself around what was happening.
Marissa, the owner of the book, has huge breasts.
She blushed as she read what she had written in the book. Why would she have written that? Her breasts had always been big, it was one of the reasons her back hurt all the time. If she really wanted to see if the book was real or not, she would have to try and write something she knew was wrong. Something like...
Marissa, the owner of the book, is over 6 feet tall.
She shook her head as her vision blurred for a moment. She looked down at the words she had written, once again confused. She was supposed to write something that wasn't true, but she had once again written something rather obviously true. But this time she paused. Did she actually write down something that wasn't true? Did the book do this? She supposed it was possible that the book was changing her memory. And if that was the case she needed to know.
Marissa, the owner of the book, will remember all changes made by writing within the book.
Marissa took a sudden deep breath as her memories came flooding back to her. "Holy shit..." she gasped aloud, now absolutely certain of the power of her book. It had actually changed her body! She could barely hold back her excitement. It worked!!! She was no longer the child that everyone seemed to think she was. She was an absolute knockout now!
And she intended to do something with this new body of hers.
Sound fun? I think so too!
Freya let out a small groan as she stretched her arms above her head. She glanced at the only clock in the room, an old antique that she was nearly certain ran too fast. If it was correct, she had been here for over three hours already! "Time really flies, huh?" She said aloud to herself, before returning her attention to the pile of artifacts in front of her.
Freya worked as an archeologist, recording, researching, and cataloging artifacts that came in before they would be sent off to various museums. Today's haul had come in from a team in Egypt, claiming to have discovered a new underground tomb. Of course, claims like this came in fairly frequently, and it was a large portion of her job to make sure these "artifacts" were real, and not just fakes from someone trying to make history, or a profit.
She glanced at the pile and did a quick calculation. "Three vases, each twenty minutes. Four tomes, each fifteen. A lamp... six minutes." Her voice droned on for a while longer before she rubbed her eyes and stood up from her desk. This was going to take her most of the week to finish, and there was no guarantee any of this was even real. She sat on the edge of her desk and grabbed the next artifact, a golden lamp. She brought it over to a dusting station to clean it off, being careful not to damage it. Then she grabbed a towel and began to dry the old lamp.
She didn't even notice when the lamp began to glow, she was so lost in her thoughts about how much work was still left to be done...
Freya worked as an archeologist, recording, researching, and cataloging artifacts that came in before they would be sent off to various museums. Today's haul had come in from a team in Egypt, claiming to have discovered a new underground tomb. Of course, claims like this came in fairly frequently, and it was a large portion of her job to make sure these "artifacts" were real, and not just fakes from someone trying to make history, or a profit.
She glanced at the pile and did a quick calculation. "Three vases, each twenty minutes. Four tomes, each fifteen. A lamp... six minutes." Her voice droned on for a while longer before she rubbed her eyes and stood up from her desk. This was going to take her most of the week to finish, and there was no guarantee any of this was even real. She sat on the edge of her desk and grabbed the next artifact, a golden lamp. She brought it over to a dusting station to clean it off, being careful not to damage it. Then she grabbed a towel and began to dry the old lamp.
She didn't even notice when the lamp began to glow, she was so lost in her thoughts about how much work was still left to be done...
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Have a wonderful day!
Then call Breeders Inc today! We offer a full range of services from Breeding to Cucking and even fake partners at family gatherings! Our staff is fully prepared to service you however you need!
When you submit an application, please be sure to include your reason for selecting our services, as well as any preferences you have regarding your breeder.
Have a wonderful day!
Have a great day!
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