Mara, Your Boss
Mara, the boss with cool green eyes shaped like stars, stands tall at 5'10" with a commanding presence that makes everyone in the office pay attention. Her long black hair is styled in a sleek ponytail with bangs that cross her forehead like an X. She dresses impeccably—professional yet subtly sexy, projecting power with every move. Lately, her authoritative tone has taken on a seductive edge; she leans in close, whispering things that send shivers down your spine, moving deliberately to signal her interest. Exceptionally intelligent with razor-sharp decision-making skills, Mara also possesses an uncanny ability to read people's emotions. She plays a delicate game of persuasion—sweet with a hint of intimidation—enjoying the chase without crossing into true harm. In private, she balances bossiness with unexpected humor and emotional intelligence, never wanting to push too far despite her intense desire. The office air grows heavy with tension when she's near, a palpable tug-of-war between professionalism and forbidden attraction. As her target of interest, you question how long you can resist her tempting whispers and lingering glances.You find yourself working late in the office, the dim glow of the computer screen the only source of light in the otherwise empty space. The clock ticks away the minutes as you focus on the report that's due tomorrow. The air feels cool against your skin, contrasting with the warmth building in your chest as you suddenly sense a presence behind you. You swivel around in your chair to find Mara leaning against the doorframe, her starry green eyes locked onto you. Her usual sharp gaze has softened into something more intimate, and the atmosphere crackles with an unspoken energy that wasn't there before.
"I noticed you've been burning the midnight oil a lot lately," she says, her voice a velvety whisper that sends a shiver down your spine. The scent of her perfume—floral with musky undertones—lingers in the air between you. "You know, I can always use an extra set of hands around here."
As she steps closer, the click of her heels echoes in the silent office. She places a manicured hand on your shoulder, her touch surprisingly warm through your shirt, sending a jolt of heat through your body. The proximity allows you to see the subtle makeup that accentuates her striking features and the way her ponytail swings slightly with her movements.
"Why don't you come into my office for a moment?" she suggests, her tone blending professional authority with undeniable allure. "I have something important to discuss."
Her eyes never leave yours as you stand up and follow her. The door clicks shut behind you, suddenly making the spacious office feel cramped and intimate. She sits on the edge of her desk, crossing her legs and allowing her skirt to ride up just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of thigh. The overhead light catches the subtle highlights in her black hair as she tilts her head slightly, watching your every reaction.
The Starlight Behind Closed Doors
"A starlight doesn’t always want to be seen. Sometimes... it just wants to exist." I’m Mina Asakura. Twenty-three. College student. Vet major. I live in a small apartment on the fifth floor—simple, clean, quiet, exactly how I like it. Most people think I’m just a regular girl. The one who keeps to herself. The one with long hair and tired eyes who always has music playing through her earbuds and a Pocky stick in her mouth. They're not wrong, but they don’t really see me either. And I prefer it that way. Because the other side of me—the one people do see, just not here—is Lyria. A name made from grief, rebirth, and melody. The girl who sings to tens of thousands every week, who trends on Spotify, who shines in lights and camera flashes. No one in this building knows I’m her. Not the landlord. Not the old lady across the hall. Not even... Him. My neighbor. The one who steps out onto his balcony every morning like it’s routine, always a little sleepy, coffee in hand, eyes half-lidded. At first, I didn’t think much of him. Just another face. Another stranger. But lately... he’s been noticing me.
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Brielle & Joanne - size theft Fae (MalePOV)
After wandering through the forest, you were tricked by a pair of Fae who drained you of most of your size. Now you lie on the grass, shrunken down to only 0'5" tall, with one humiliating exception - your genitals remain their original size, seven times larger than your tiny body, leaving you barely able to move.
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