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BFORE YOU POST, KNOW THIS! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:25 No. 8547 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts] Stickied

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Anonymous 17/01/29(Sun)18:41 No. 24907 ID: e1f83f

Can anyone find the complete version of this Hermione Futa story?

Here's a pastebin of the first chapter:

http://pastebin.com/yGY42mST

There used to be an archived version here, but link is broken (robots.txt)

http://web.archive.org/web/20100730035306/http://www.99chan.in/elit/res/4277.html

There's partial excerpts from chapter 8 and 9 in this archive, but the full thread-archive is a 404:

http://web.archive.org/web/20100624021107/http://7chan.org/elit/

Anyone?
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READ BEFORE POSTING! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:11 No. 8546 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] Locked Stickied

This is a thread for ALL AUTHORS and READERS. Though you are not required to, I would recommend that you save your story in a post able form, this is to ensure that your story stays preserved and that if 7chan is to go down AGAIN. Also, if anyone has something available as far as web space for an archive, please e-mail me at 1subject@live.com.
I also recommend to everyone that you visit us at the IRC at irc.7chan.org in /elit/ channel. Research it and please stop in, any questions you have about well, ANYTHING can be answered there. There are many good different types of IRC clients, some can attach right onto your browser. So find one and set it up.
3litchan is gone as far as I know. Don’t asking nothing more, ‘cause on that subject….I don’t know nothing’, I just work here.
Adios,
Cowboy




Bully 13/07/10(Wed)13:45 No. 19345 ID: 620eb5 [Reply]

Elisabeth was leading the class into the cobra position, and everyone laid prone on their mats and propped their upper bodies up on their elbows to stretch their back. The rest of the class was of mixed height and physical condition, but Elisabeth herself was rather short at five foot three and somewhat slight at a hundred and twenty pounds. Her brown hair reached the middle of her back as she arched and breathed deeply.

"Inhale and hold: One... Two... Three. Exhale" she led the class.

There was roughly the same number of men in Elisabeth's yoga class as there were women, which was rather staggering, given that the other instructors had largely female students. Her skin glowed a pleasant golden brown and her cheeks were dotted with tan freckles. She led the class into another inhalation and closed her green eyes, arching her back and drawing the eyes of the front row which held mostly the guys.

Her sports bra gave her positively amazing cleavage as it hefted her gorgeous breasts out in front of her. None among them could help but salivate.

After class, Elisabeth bid her students farewell and talked to the remaining stragglers until they finally went home and she checked her phone for messages.

There was a call from her son's school, so she dialed them back and sighed as the secretary explained that her son was being kept in the office after getting into another fight. It wasn't a fight that he had started, of course, it was one that the other kids had instigated.

Her son Matt wasn't really the violent type. He liked video games and swim team and playing in the school jazz band. He was too shy to talk to girls much and had a close group of friends that he always watched movies with and played collectable card games with.

This made him an easy target for some bully she had only heard of second hand named Marcus.
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Anonymous 14/08/20(Wed)05:30 No. 22323 ID: bc9624

this is the best shit ive read in a long time
is OP dead


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Anonymous 15/08/09(Sun)00:02 No. 23793 ID: 2b5c78

Yes nigga, OP is dead.


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Anonymous 17/04/24(Mon)19:18 No. 25009 ID: 968e28

>>22065

My guess? OP was a faggot.




Change is inevitable. Monochrome!!V0LzHmBTIw 17/04/17(Mon)01:33 No. 24998 ID: ef02bd [Reply]

My name is Seamus. Yeah, I know. Pronounced Shay-muss. I come from an Irish family. We came to America a few years before I was born. My father ran a Bar and nightclub until he and my mother were killed in a plane crash when I was 25. I had been living on my own for a few years at that point, working a steady job at a goth nightclub alongside a good friend of mine, Johnny, who was half Irish and half Japanese. I had to take a month off of work to deal with all the arrangements. They were thankfully understanding. Johnny was there for me the whole time, and his little sister Alice would come over with him now and again. She was such a cute little thing, with her almond-shaped brilliant green eyes, pale skin, and slightly ruddy cheeks. She'd sit with me for hours at a time playing videogames and listening to music, and being surprisingly intelligent for a 10 year old. Johnny would joke that she had a crush on me and she'd poke him in the ribs and tell him to stop. I was incredibly thankful for their company in my time of need. A couple months later the funeral was held, and dad, a former IRA fighter, was a devout catholic, so we had a catholic service and burial, Father Davis once again asking me to come to sunday service. I politely refused, as always. I've not cared for religion since I was a child.

After a couple more months, I decided to leave my job at the club and head off to college to get a degree. I said goodbye to my friends, little Alice giving me a great big hug, and off I went. A few years later I had a few trade licenses under my belt, and I got to work as a contractor back home. It was slow going at first, but after a few months I had a pretty decent business going, and had purchased a nice apartment and a motorcycle. Johnny had been busy, and called me up to go over and hang out that weekend. I had a job I was headed to early saturday but promised to show up afterwards.

That saturday I headed out to the job site, where they wanted me to assist in rewiring some office building undergoing renovations. Sweaty, dirty work, and by the end of it I was tired, sweaty, and covered in some kind of plastic dust. A promise is a promise, though, so I headed over to Johnny's place with a quick stop for a bottle of whiskey and a quick change of clothes at home. His house was gorgeous. His parents had purchased this little run-down old victorian house, fixed it up, and sold it to him under the instruction that he let Alice live there too so she could go to school in the city, then they moved on to flip another house. Apparently they'd been doing this for years before him and I had met at the club. Perfect house for a goth, really. Green shingles, dark red brick, and green wooden siding. I knocked at the door, and Johnny opened it with a big grin on his face.
"Great to see you, man. How've you been?" He said, motioning me inside.
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Anonymous 17/04/17(Mon)14:24 No. 24999 ID: a13c80

>>24998
Not bad at all. Your formatting is a bit off, but I'm looking forward to more should you decide to continue this.


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Monochrome!!V0LzHmBTIw 17/04/24(Mon)05:49 No. 25008 ID: ef02bd

On Wednesday I received another call from Johnny, asking me to come over to the club and discuss lighting solutions and figure out how to fix the really shitty stage.
Whatever, I didn't have any contracts today anyways. Fuck, maybe if the club picks up in business I won't be doing contract work at all, just maintenance to the club.
A few hours later I parked my Ducati in the alley next to the club, and Johnny was all set with ideas. I'd never seen him so damn excited. I was excited too, but kept myself reined in.
We immediately started drawing up and writing down ideas, keeping it within a budget of a few thousand dollars.
"What about this kind of thing? With the lights all set up behind the stage?" Johnny showed me a quick sketch of a wall of LED bars.
"Dude, that's gonna cost at least a few hundred on it's own. We gotta be more conservative with this shit. I'll be glad to upgrade later but let's just make sure it's show ready. We gotta rebuild the stage first." I reminded him.
"It's like building a deck with extra bracing, right? I used to help mom and dad do that when I was a kid." He said. After a few minutes we came up with a sketch he liked, making a nice 25 by 17 foot stage with angled corners.
After some quick calls, I found a place willing to give us plenty of wood for free, and while Johnny went to pick it up, I went out to get my circular saw and some rebar to help keep the stage strong, and of course, all the hardware necessary.
With a quick call to Frank for his blessing, We cranked up the sound system in the place and got to work. By evening, the stage was taken apart, and put back together bigger and stronger than it had been in the club's 25 year history. A couple coats of black paint and we called it a night.
At home, I figured out that if I did the lighting all myself(I had the license for it so why the fuck not?) I could do some pretty spooky cool shit for less than a thousand, keeping us well in budget.
The next day I went out and got everything I needed for the LED lighting, since everything was being hooked up to the existing sound system and lighting control system.

A good seven hours later I was at the club again with Johnny, and he had brought Alice along. I'd been cutting and putting up wood and drywall all day long so my back hurt, but I wanted this done today.
With Johnny's help I got new cables run under and behind the stage, cut a few holes in the floor for new plugs for the bands, and set up a tall metal box attached to the wall on each side of the stage for the LED bars that Alice then helped us set up and test, then I covered them with frosted plexiglass. They worked perfectly and responded to the soundsystem wonderfully.
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Freeuse world kreelkarem!!AyBTZ5LGRk 17/04/23(Sun)19:24 No. 25007 ID: 325c8c [Reply]

Reality unchecked, morality unchecked, integrity unchecked, logic unchecked. This reality makes little sense.

In this world there is two different chaste living in harmony, The Normals, the vast majority of the people, the working class, the smart, the useful, the people that makes the things work and life worth. And the second chaste, The Free, The Free people renounces all rights of ownership and morality, The Free are not tools for The Normal, The Free can not be owned, The Free can only be used.

Becoming a Free implies renouncing all rights, nothing done to you is illegal, except being forever bounded to ownership.

Anyone at the age of 18 can choose to be Free.

This is a freeuse society.

Part I. Choosing.

Chris looked through the window of the school at the streets down, two business men where walking out of a coffee shop and talking to each other, a Free girl was sleeping naked on a bench. As if day dreaming, Chris saw them stopping and poking her to get up and suck their cocks while they kept chatting about whatever they where talking about.
“Pay me” said one of the other students on the room to a different one, they had bet the girl would not sleep for more than 15 minutes until someone else used her, she was a popular one, large tits, long dark hair, clumped now with dry cum, people insisted on cleaning their cocks on her hair. Chris sighed almost unnoticeable, but one of his classmates looked at him, smiled and winked. Chris blushed and looked away, his heart beating like a drum.

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Roommates (loli) Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)11:32 No. 17319 ID: 5c8966 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.


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Anonymous 17/04/21(Fri)20:17 No. 25004 ID: 169625

The brother would make for a good antagonist.


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Anonymous 17/04/22(Sat)17:21 No. 25005 ID: 454e92

What do we need an antagonist for. What we need, in a few decades time when they've finally fallen into a regular banging schedule, is a classmate or someone to join in.


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Anonymous 17/04/23(Sun)05:35 No. 25006 ID: 169625

>>25005
An antagonist provides Sara opportunities to show character growth. What is she willing to give up for her love?




Ireland's summer f/m Hailvim 17/04/09(Sun)23:42 No. 24982 ID: fee4c0 [Reply]

I now find the urge to share with you, the reader, this story of mine, out of pure improvise. However, before I get started I need to comment a few bits regarding the story. First, the names of the people involved have been changed to suit an English reader (so the names don't sound exotic) and to protect the identity of all of us that were involved in it. Secondly, it contains sexual acts with minors, everything is consensual nonetheless, yet I find the need to warn you.

Note: the story is very slow paced. And I may continue it sporadically.

My name was Richard, a fourteen year old teenager in the wilds for the first time in his life, all alone in Ireland. To understand why I was alone in a foreigner country some bits of my early life need to be explained. I come from a Mediterranean country, therefore English is not my mother tongue so we all have to learn it in the school. My parents, having no financial troubles, decided to send me to Ireland the month of July, with a family, to improve my fluidity in English (which I really did) as well as to know a different culture. The idea sounded great, I was really looking forward to the day I would board the plane, being alone, with no parents for an entire month.

Yet now, I found myself alone, without friends, surrounded by other teenagers with similar age, actually, older, fourteen was the minimum age to go in such an adventure (at least with the company I was doing this activity). One thing that was really making me nervous was the staggering majority of girls in the group. I had never, in my entire life, found myself surrounded by these many girls. A bit of background information: I went to an all boys school, the only girl I felt comfortable with was a neighbor of the same age called Theresa; and adding up that, my nerdiness was noticeable... I mean, I was pretty good looking, skinny, light brown hair, a tad strong; not a chubby nerd, yet no qualities that I possessed were of any help in that situation. Being social was one of my strong parts, having to force myself to meet strangers was not.

The flight was a real life savior, an extremely nice guy named Luka sat down next to me, and he was coming with the group (a common blue t-shirt which we all had to wear during trips was the key here). We got to know each other pretty well, he was 16 and it was his second time staying with a family, his tips and trick were some of the most important bits of information that anyone would give me that crazy month of July (specially the part related to Irish customs). However, what really made my day was to know where he was going to stay, in the same street as mine, just four homes away!

The plane landed, in Dublin, now only a two hour bus ride separated us from our host families. We headed south, and as we went, the weather was getting better and better. I got to know other people, specially a girl named Clara, which happened to go to an sc Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Hailvim 17/04/12(Wed)00:59 No. 24991 ID: 54bbea

I may go slower after this one, but I am determined to finish. I am really enjoying writing old memories.

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"What happened!?" I was still dripping wet.

"I wanted to see if my knight would come should the princess be in need." Declared Sara with a big and innocent smile in her face.

Fuck me. It wasn't cold outside, but running while wet wasn't a great sensation. I was going to scold her, but in her face, I recall quite clearly, she showed no remorse nor guilt whatsoever, Sara was playing a girls game.

"Well, I came, now, I need to dry up." I replied dryly.

"You also have the black tattoos, like the warrior in your story!" She lost me once again.

"What do you mean? I need to go to the bath."
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Hailvim 17/04/12(Wed)15:38 No. 24992 ID: 97d987

On Friday nothing special happened, a complete normal day with a nice interesting Gaelic drums play as that day's activity. If you are wondering why I can recall these events after such long time, there is a trick. Like this day, which in the afternoon I was pretty bored, after having read a few chapters, I had a notebook (which I still have) were I made small notes that I found interesting, nonetheless, it is far from being described as a diary.

On Saturday we went to Dublin. All the students gathered together and after a couple of hours going up and down downtown Dublin, we were set free. Which my group of friends and I spent laying down on the grass in the Central Park. I got home at seven, dinner time. After I had finished eating I asked Sara whether she wanted to play some Gaelic football with me, which she obviously didn't refuse. I remember being a bit tired, but I really wanted to break the ice with her. Everything went smoothly, though I had to renew my lost abilities from the past week. About thirty minutes playing, Jane told us she was going to her sister's house, which gave me the idea to invite Luka. After another thirty minutes playing, Luka and I were exhausted, lying down does on the grass does tire you.

Luka and I agreed to call it a day, we both needed a shower. Sara and I got home, and went to our bedrooms. I wanted to rest a few minutes before going to the shower, but was interrupted by Sara asking to play Monopoly. I agreed, but before playing, I had to shower, I stank. I grabbed my pajamas, and left them in the bath. I was going to get my slippers, turned back, and found Sara waiting with her pajamas on her arms in front of me.

"'Seems I was faster than you." I told her.

"Yes you were. But I wanted to shower with you."

It was in that very instant when I realized two days ago, I agreed to shower with her. Well, could help it now.

"Oh-okey. I need to grab my slippers, be right back."

I got back into the bathroom to find Sara naked with her panties pulled a few centimeters, just about to show her slit.
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Bkil 17/04/15(Sat)08:44 No. 24997 ID: 0e3738

Slow pace is fine. This is a good story. Thanks for posting it!




Clarice (SS, slight Loli) S 11/07/05(Tue)09:48 No. 12846 ID: e59c31 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Hi all, this was a WIP eLit story posted on the 99chan /ss/ boards. Unfortunantly they no longer have an /ss/ board and from browsing various /eLit/ and /ss/ boards I have seen no evidence of the this story anywhere, so I have decided to share what I have here.

I would like to state in clearly though, THIS IS NOT MINE. Some else wrote this and I am simply reposting it here. If the original author see this and wants to finish the story, PLEASE do!

Anyways, this story was separated by posts, not chapters. I'll post what I see as a chapter per post. Anyways again, on with the story

Chapter 1, part 1

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My story actually started when I was 6 years old. My family lived in a college town in an area that wasn't too hot, not too cold. Lots of trees. Kind-of what you'd call a "normal" place for a middle-class white family.

My mom would usually hire majors from her department who needed extra money to be babysitters and to clean up the house sometimes. Usually they'd be juniors or seniors, so I wouldn't have the same babysitter for more than a year.

Invairably, they were girls. The first one I remember was a nice blond girl, but I forgot her name. I had one for a while who was hispanic and not very nice and got mad at me a lot. My mom got a different sitter after that. One was a somewhat heavy girl with short brown hair. She was okay and didn't get mad at me a lot, but she wasn't a lot of fun. Falicia was a black girl with really short hair and a VW bus. She would take me to McDonald's for little icecream cones and always helped me with work that I brought home from first grade, and she really liked watching TV with me, especially cartoons. But she was a senior, and I remember I cried a lot when she had to move back to her home state when she graduated.

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Private Pontiac 16/12/17(Sat)00:25 No. 24841 ID: 1c8a9a

I pulled my face back and looked at her. Before today, I had only seen this part of her in the wet, shadowy half-light of the shower. Now she was spreading her legs in front of me, leaning back on the couch in the indirect light that came in through the curtains of the family room.

The milky white of her inner thighs faded to a light pink at the center. From this close up, I could see the tiny pores on the outer lips where the hair follicles grew from. When I let go with my thumbs, the outer lips came together and the whole thing nestled together in the narrow crease. When I pulled them apart with my thumbs again, the pink petals opened out a little.

"It's okay to stare" Clarice said, and I realized that I was staring.

"Sorry!" I said quickly, taking my hands away.

"I said it's okay, Sammy! Here, let me show you."

She put her hands down and spread her outer lips with her fingertips. "Look," she said, "These right here are called the 'labia majora', which is just Latin for 'big lips'."

So they are called lips, I thought. "I never knew body parts had scientific names, just animals."

"Pretty much everything in biology has a name in Latin," Clarice said. She put one finger down and just barely touched the two folded pink petals in the middle. "These are called the 'labia minora'. Small lips."
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Private_Pontiac 17/01/31(Tue)00:18 No. 24910 ID: d56356

We laid like that for some time. The back of my head started to get uncomfortable lying on the floor, so I put my hand under it. It wasn't much more comfortable that way.

Clarice sighed. "Yeah, guess we better get up off the floor, huh?" She rolled over on her back and stretched, arching her back beautifully. I sat up. Her clothes were still in a heap in front of the couch with melted, drying milkshake all over them.

"Oh man," she said, getting to her feet. "I better make sure that stuff is cleaned out of the carpet or your mom will kill me." She picked up the plug that was standing point-up on the end table and tossed it to me. "Wash that with soap and water and put it away, okay?" I nodded and made for the bathroom. As I went, I noted how clean it appeared to be. I shouldn't have been surprised, considering how much effort I put into making myself clean for Clarice. But it had been in my butt (pussy) so I guess I expected something. But it only smelled like the hard rubber it was made out of and was sticky from the lube that had dried up on its surface. I went in the bathroom and washed the plug carefully, stroking it base-to-tip with my soapy hands and rinsing it with hot water, then dried it on a hand towel. I held it like a sword hilt as I took it back to my room and hid it.

When I came back to the living room, Clarice was down on all fours scrubbing at a spot on the carpet with a wet towel. She sat back and looked at the spot.

"I think that'll do it," she said, wiping her forehead. Her hair was still banded up in a messy knot, and there was just a little pink left in her cheeks. "I'll have to wash these clothes before I can wear them again," she added, picking up the pile of her clothes; everything she had worn that day besides her sandals. "Do we need to wash your underwear or shorts? I know that lubricant can sometimes be messy if you're not used to using it."

I picked up my clothes from where she'd thrown them. I hadn't felt it, but it turned out there was some sticky leftover lube in my underpants. "Here, I'll wash those too. Be right back!" I sat down on the couch, not really knowing what to do with myself. I listened to Clarice open the washer, let it fill with water and put soap in. The lid came down with that familiar echoing boom as the wash cycle started up.

Clarice approached me through the kitchen.

"You know," she said, coming to sit down on the floor in front of me, "I never gave you a hickey back. Do you want one?"
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Anonymous 17/04/15(Sat)05:16 No. 24996 ID: d758ef

>>24270
What about the thread number? Anyone save/remember THAT at least?




Nicole Anonymous 17/03/26(Sun)23:08 No. 24958 ID: f4ad1f [Reply]

Was considering posting this elsewhere, but decided on here.

Male/Herm/Incest

When I was five, my younger sister Nicole was born. There isn’t a lot I recall about that time, other than the excitement of meeting my younger sibling, my dad taking me to the toy store the night of the birth to pick out a stuffed animal for both myself, and my soon to be sibling.

Then, things got tense. It was a bit of a blur, but my mother became very protective of my newly born sister. I recall my father saying he just wanted her to have a normal life. Something my mother apparently didn’t take kindly to.

And, so here I was, helpless, five years old, listening to my parent’s argue almost constantly, and being very confused..

My mother was extremely protective of my sister. There were none of the usual things one would expect of siblings. Bathing together, naked frolicking, etc.

I didn’t really think anything of it. I just found her annoying, as anyone would a younger sibling who followed you around and tried to constantly get your attention. “Will, Will, Will.” she’d repeat annoyingly.

And then the divorce. And my father moved out. And I, as a stupid ten year old will do, stole and crashed my mother’s car because I’d decided I wanted to live with my dad despite the courts saying otherwise. I don’t think I made it a quarter mile. It was almost comical.
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Anonymous 17/03/27(Mon)21:36 No. 24959 ID: f544e9

More


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Anonymous 17/04/14(Fri)22:05 No. 24995 ID: 845b31

How more please.




Two Become One grotto 14/03/03(Mon)10:20 No. 21280 ID: 28d1dc [Reply]

Hey, I'm grotto and here's the current version of Two Become One. I originally wrote this story to be posted on 4chan's /d/. The version posted on Oblimo's site here ( http://oblimo.pbworks.com/w/page/5537707/Two-Become-One ) is from summer 2008, and what appears here has been edited significantly since then. Please enjoy... As always, I have many ideas for the story that I've been nursing for years, but I can't promise new chapters within any reasonable timeframe. I will post them when I write them.

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Sara sat on her bed, still not quite able to believe what she was hearing. The person beside her seemed to be a ten-year-old girl, wearing a loose gray t-shirt, short brown hair and a baseball cap. "See, feel me, I'm just like normal, right?" Sara hesitantly reached out her hand and grabbed the girl's wrist. She could feel the bones in her arm, the pulse in her veins.

"Ok, now watch." The girl leaned forward and closed her eyes. In less than a second, gigantic breasts swelled into being on her boyish frame, stretching the fabric of the t-shirt. They were ludicrously large, puffing out into mounds around her areolae - C-cups in their own right - and the nipples were clearly visible, erect, three-quarters of an inch wide. The new breasts jiggled with their own momentum as the girl gently shook them back and forth. "Feel them if you want," she said. Sara reached out a hand and patted the monster on the left. It yielded and swayed around a bit. She began to knead, feeling the soft, warm boob tissue, not any different from her own except for the size. Still disbelieving, Sara reached down and tweaked the prominent, hard nipple. It was a firm nub, yielding a bit to her when squeezed, different from the soft breast tissue. The girl let out a squeak of laughter.

"That's too odd," said Sara. "It's not just boobs," said the girl. For a split second, her body lost all its detail, decohering in a blobby mass. She reformed a second later. Now the girl had deep red hair, tied back in a ponytail, wisps escaping to float in the afternoon sun that came down through the window. Gone were the ludicrous breasts. Her face was vaguely similar to before, but now she seemed to be six or seven years older. The T-shirt and jeans had become a beautiful dark green velvet dress, matching her eyes, cut to expose a hint of pearly cleavage. Although she was hardly recognizable, she had the same playful glint in her eyes.

"I can control pretty much everything about myself." the girl said. "Feel the dress." Sara reached out and took some fabric, rubbed it in between her fingers. It felt like fine fuzzy velvet. The girl smiled. "That's as much a part of me as my body or my Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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grotto 17/04/08(Sat)19:09 No. 24980 ID: 256cfa

>>24977
Hey, that's awesome. I like her outfit when she goes to work at the nursery, and I especially love the scene where she soaks up the bucket of water into her breasts and waters the plants!


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Izu 17/04/08(Sat)19:39 No. 24981 ID: a6f04a

>>24980

Thanks. It was pretty hard thinking up of a new body modification since it has to be somewhat compatible with the human body because Sara's still human after all. So I was stuck with futa, breast expansion, and lactation most of the time.

It was pretty fun when I thought of something new for them to do though once I know the possibilities and start writing it down.


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Anonymous 17/04/11(Tue)10:09 No. 24988 ID: 821af8

>>24967
I remember asking around on the other /d/ if anyone had read this story and you actually posted in the thread. I asked if you were going to do anything with that story you were hinting at with the other girl.

I don't know how else to say this. I love reading this story. Ordinarily, I'd read something like this and remember it, but I haven't gotten tired of it at all.

Maybe it's that warm feeling I get from Embel and Sara just being together or maybe it's my slimegirl fetish branching out... I hope I'm not being creepy here.




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