AS Academy

[magikal]

Hello! I'm obsessed with transformation.. especially if the transformation is slow, gradual, and against her will. Physical transformation is best, but some mental transformation is fine as long as it compliments the TF. Bimbofication is a good sub-transformation as well. Becoming a nymphomaniac.. cumslut.. addicted to new sensations/adventures.. I'd love to explore writing with you.. planning with you.. and developing a new story. :-)

I currently have several games going on but am always looking for a few more well written stories. Please look at my list and private message me if you are interested. The most recent story is at the top, some of the older ones are at the bottom of this post.

I'm looking for a writing partner to explore this concept with me. I'm looking for a partner that posts 3 to 5 times per week using the forums. The story would have some transformation/bimbofication and could be a realistic or slightly future setting, depending on what my partner has in mind.

I don't mind pushing the boundaries, eventually she could be a living, walking wet dream who can cum just by wearing clothing. Maybe she gets more horny the longer she doesn't have sex and after a day or two, will have sex with just about anything to get an orgasm.  The more extreme and exaggerated, the more fun. Even her mind could be changed to love pleasure but, obviously there would be enough there to push the story forward, she couldn't simply become unplayable and unenjoyable, though. No such thing as too large breasts, too curvaceous, too much pleasure, too many modifications, or too many changes to enjoy sex.

I do have some on/offs that you can be aware of- no animals, no scat, nothing excessively gross.

Please message me if you're interested!
magikal

Story H

Story Introduction: This story has my character transform from an ordinary eighteen year old next door to the star pupil at the Anal Slut Academy.

FIRST POST
Anna had acted out in her teenage years- everything from stealing her parents car, to sneaking out in the middle of the night, to going through boys like most people went through kleenex when she was in high school.

Her father, was a stern totalitarian who had rules and there were clear punishments for violating the rules. He was a renowned proctologist who had secretly stretched Anna's mom to absurd proportions. He was the one who had started the Anal Slut Academy- known as the ASA by it's students and just about everyone else, donating millions of dollars and helping shape the curriculum. Her father had warned Anna that if she didn't shape up, she would be sent there on her 18th birthday.

Sure enough, on her 18th birthday, there was a knock at her bedroom door as the clock hit midnight. Two men waiting in suits, one holding a suitcase of Anna's things, were there to escort her off her parent's properties.

She was taken to the car and driven to the boarding rooms. Luckily, at the ASA there were always new students entering while older students had 'graduated' into a life of slutdom, so class was in session year round.

Anna was thin and plain- was the best way she would've described herself. She was slightly taller than average, she stood about 5 foot seven inches tall. Her brown hair was dyed flame red. She had no tattoos and no piercings besides three in each ear lobe. Her skin was pale and her medium length brown hair was usually worn pulled back into a single long ponytale.

She quickly realized that each quarter had their own floor, with a total of five, one for each floor and the very top for administration.  The floors were completely locked with keycards that all students were given when they enrolled. She was on the green floor- that was the very bottom and appropriate for freshmen students. Next up were yellows, followed by red, followed by oranges which were the near graduate levels.

Anna unpacked her things, still dazed and dumbfounded that her parents would actually put her into a boarding school. She couldn't believe it. Her schedule on the desk. She looked it over.

1- English- Intro to Erotic Fiction
2- History of Sexuality
3- Beginning Erotic Art
4- PE- Intro to Erotic Arts
5- The Science of Sex

Anna looked at the schedule and laughed, "Is this some sort of joke? They're all based on sex?" She turned on the tv, sure enough, there were only channels of erotic debauchery, starting from tame on the lower channels- mostly girls in bikinis, to the channels in the 20s were stomach churning- sex parties, gangbangs, boobs that were as large as beach balls, some girls butts looked like they had their own zip code, and nymphomaniacs that seemed insatiable, too. She watched thirty seconds of it and was shocked.

She had been with 4 men so far, but none of them longer than a week or two.

Anna took a shower in her bathroom, then changed and slept for night. She woke up early, grabbing her things and heading to the first classroom.

The school looked like a regular high school, more or less, except the little touches- posters of naked women, women who were enjoying being fucked by three guys at once, and lots of other scenes of sexuality and debauchery.

She headed to the first room and entered the classroom, sitting down. She was ready to find out what this school was all about, she hoped that it was some sort of joke.

Anna was wearing a sports bra, two tee shirts, and distressed blue jeans along with sneakers. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytale she had given off an air of bored annoyance.

Anna took out her things and looked around the class, noticing the other students. She read the agenda on the board and couldn't believe it, "Just what sort of academy is this?" she whispered under her breath. She found herself looking at the professor, who seemed to be starring at her, and also looking at the door to see how many people were coming in. She counted the seats quickly, at least she would know the maximum size of this particular classroom. She couldn't believe that there was a boarding school for sex, but her father had warned her enough about it that she knew it had to be true. She looked at the aging teacher, who was still handsome in his own middle-aged way, and knew that it was in fact true.

She looked at the picture of the girl holding a cock and just laughed. She had the largest tits that Anna had ever seen. "Wow.. just wow."  She glanced up at the cameras that were recording their every second, the blinking red lights showing that indeed they were working.

"Uhm.. Hi.. You're the only guy here.. what is going on? I'd like to know what was going on here too... This, doesn't seem at all like my last school.. which was a private school in the Hollywood Hills.. this school.. I don't even know what to make of it."


end of Story H


Story I
Story introduction: This next story involves an Artist sketching a beyond believable, hyper sexual character and then meeting someone who offers to transform her into her character, outlandish sexy looks and all.

BEGIN OF FIRST POST
Ella impatiently checked her email, again for the thirtieth time this hour. She screamed and jumped up and down. She had the message in her inbox. She clicked the link on her phone. "Dear Ella, we are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to join the Imperial Arts College as a graduate of class 2021. Please sign up for orientation by clicking here. You will have a tour and we will show you the amazing campus. Congratulations, you are one step closer to making your dreams come true! See you on campus, Imperial Arts Admission team"

She set down the phone, she was numb and tingling all over. Brett was going to be so happy. She snapchatted Brett. "Got in to Imperial! Can you believe it? :)"

A few minutes later he snapped back, "Got into NYU. We need to talk."

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The next few months were a blur for Ella. Brett broke up with her that day that she was admitted, this caused herself to pour herself into her artwork even more. She was drawing every day, working in Photoshop and on the computer. She became fascinated by Kim Kardashian and all of the larger than life insta-celebrities. Yeah, they had no talents, but, their bodies were beyond perfect. Ella knew why too, many of them had the best surgeons in the world working on them, nipping, tucking, augmenting.. taking a girl that was a 5 and going through the beauty process, ending up an artificial looking ten. She was intrigued by the entire process and made a few avatars of herself and then set them up as 'virtual celebrities', doing what they could to get more famous.

Ella made instagram and snapchat accounts for her glamorized version of herself that she named Queen. Queen was beyond beautiful, in a porn star sort of way. She stood six feet tall, with giant curves. She had a tiny waist and long legs, with a very curvy backside, and an even curvier chest. Her cleavage went on for miles. Queen couldn't hide her sexuality even if she wanted to, her pierced nipples stood out proudly on her spectacular cleavage that would put most porn stars to shame. Ella planned on Queen eventually selling merchandise, maybe she could even cosplay as Queen, she thought.

She didn't resemble Queen at all, she was tall like Queen, but that was were the resemblance ended. She had brown hair and brown eyes, tanned skin that was too hairy for her liking, a few freckles that she didn't like, and lips that were too thin. Her hair was also too short, among other things. She had no fashion sense and looked like a trainwreck, at least fashion wise. But, she did love drawing fashion, just didn't have the money to buy the things she wanted and make herself look like a million bucks.

Still, Ella spent nearly every second drawing and sketching Queen. She even decided to print out a teeshirt of Queen on a tank top, that she wore for her orientation. She was proud of her artwork and didn't mind flaunting her drawing and photoshop skills.

Ella took the airplane ride to California and arrived the day before orientation, getting her things situated and heading to orientation very nervously. She was wearing the tank top with Queen on it, over her pert breasts, along with torn up and faded blue jeans. She seemed nervous but was very intrigued about her entire college experience, she couldn't wait for it to start. She was in a small group of 5 other students, she couldn't wait to meet her tourguide, who should be arriving any minute.




end of Story I


Story J
Story Introduction- Ella is a pleasure mage, a young enchantress who gets power from pleasure and sex. This is inspired by Harry Potter.

BEGIN FIRST POST
Ella always knew that she was different from as long back as she could remember. She had strange dreams that sometimes came true. She sometimes had animals come right up to her and whisper in her ear, and, even more strangely, when she talked back to them, they replied! She knew something was going on, but, couldn't figure it out. When she was ten years old, her parents revealed that she was actually adopted, her parents died in some sort of accident and Ella always wanted to find out more. When she was fourteen, her parents bought her a parakeet. This was no ordinary parakeet, secretly it would have conversations with Ella. Somedays, her bird, whom she named Poly, would tell her to look inside of the small mailbox decoration in her cage. Ella usually just let Poly out of her cage.

Ella found out that she had artistic abilities as well, she loved drawing, painting, ceramics, just about anything she could get her hands on. She had strange dreams, even when she was a teenager, of beautiful and handsome creatures, that she just didn't understand.

She grew up tall and thin, with a dancer's lithe build. She was very fair skinned, with dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, she couldn't get a tan if she tried. As she blossomed into womanhood she always felt out of step with everyone else, she didn't have the same interests as anyone else, spending her time drawing beautiful people, both men and women. Her friends always thought there was something sinister or dark about her drawings, but couldn't exactly put their finger on it.

As Ella turned 18, Poly gave her an unusual letter. The letter invited her to a Summer Program for gifted students. Ella had never thought of herself as gifted, sure, she loved drawing and the arts, but, was she 'gifted'? She wasn't sure. The letter said,
"Hello Ella, You are invited to the Hopkins Research Institute for Gifted and Talented Students. Show up at this Saturday at 15000 Buckwillow Drive, at 7am sharp. Bring only the essentials. Don't tell anyone.  Signed, Chelsea Hightower."

Ella was both nervous and excited, how was all of this happening? She wasn't even sure it was possible. She decided to pack up and leave her house around 640, using Uber to take her to the location on the invitation. She realized it was the train station, which had seen better days. She paid the fee and climbed out of the car, walking towards the train stop. Did people even take trains anymore? She wasn't sure.

Sure enough, the door into the station was unlocked. Ella walked inside and looked around. The board was empty, except for one outgoing train at 7am, leaving from Gate C.

Ella walked to Gate C and there was an old fashion, steam locomotive, that was light up and ready to go any minute. Ella boarded, walking inside and looking around. It was an ordinary train like you might see 50 years ago, there was no staff though. Ella sat down, the door closed and the old engine roared to life. The train started moving. Ella looked outside the window and, sure enough, it pulled out of the train station. Ella realized all of a sudden she was real sleepy, almost instantly. She closed her eyes.

When she opened them, she was somewhere else. She was sitting inside a small room with four other teenagers, all similar to herself. She stood up, looking worried. She realized she was the only girl here, then suddenly a door hidden in the wall slid open. A beautiful woman walked from behind the hidden panel, "Good morning my new pupils.. I'm Mrs. Hightower, Headmistress here at the Hopkins Research Institute. You have all been chosen because you are special.. and, soon I'll reveal just how special you are... Please, follow me."

The Headmistress lead them through the doorway and down a long hallway. The hallway had pictures, objects, and curious things everywhere one looked. Some were recognizable, but many were not. "Please, look but don't touch," the Headmistress said. She led them down a hallway, at the end was a door. She waved her hand in front of the door and the door unlocked and opened. "Here is the West Wing of the institute.. it's for our newest recruits.. Please, find your room and.. you'll be summoned for breakfast in thirty minutes, after you get situated."

In the West Wing, the first room on the left had the words "ELLA" written to the right of the door, the letters shimmered. Ella looked around at the other guys and realized none of them were named Ella. She walked inside, looking around. It was a small, old fashion room, like something you might see in a castle from 100 years ago. It had a bed, a writing desk, a small dresser, and a small, foot by foot window that presumably looked outside. It also had a small bathroom, not much more larger than a few feet by a few feet. There was a small bath and shower, along with a vanity, sink, and toilet. It was the smallest bathroom that Ella had ever seen, it looked like something out of a RV or something.

Ella's room also had a cage and Poly was there, waiting for her. She let Poly out of the cage and hugged her, giving Poly her most favorite treat, that she still had in her purse.  Ella packed away her things, putting on the white linen robe that was set out on her bed, with the pinned sticked to it, "Please wear for breakfast." Ella wasn't sure what to wear under it, so she did wear her bra and panties under the robe. Luckily it was a light material so wasn't too hot. She also put on the sandals that were next to the bed and was still exploring the drawers when there was a knock on the door.

Ella was lead from her room to the outside hallway. The other new recruits were also dressed in robes of various colors, hers was the only white robe she realized. They were lead into a large banquet hall, that curiously, had many mirrors all over the place. Each wall had 5 or 10 mirrors of various sizes. Ella was directed to sit down, which she did so. She was still confused about what was happening, then had an image pop into her mind, of a beautiful woman, with ridiculously large breasts, which she started sketching in her notepad. She was lost in her drawing, then heard someone talking to her, setting down her pencil as she finished the detail on the breasts. There was a boy, really a man, that had started talking to her.  She was blushing both from him and her drawing, "Oh.. Uhm, sorry, I'm Ella.. Today's my first day.. uhm, who are you and.. what's going on, exactly?"


end of Story J

Other ideas-
I'm also interested in discussing an idea where a young, newly awakened super heroine explores the world. She can be a mutant and set in a version of Marvel or else with new characters, using X-men as a starting point (where they have a school for Gifted Students)

I have space for a few more games here on E. Typically I look for about 3 replies a week minimum, with at least a paragraph reply. Good grammar and intelligent responses are a requirement. Communication between us, especially as the game is progressing to make sure everyone is excited about it, and a quick message if you are disappearing for more than a week at a time.You can look through my previous posts and check my Ons/Offs to see if we're a match.

If any of the stories have piqued your interest, please PM me and tell me what sort of character you want to play and what what you will contribute to the story. The game would be hosted in the channels here on Elliquiy, as opposed to instant messaging, email, or anything else.

Thanks in advance and I hoped you enjoyed reading my ideas!
Magikal