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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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Monochrome!!V0LzHmBTIw 17/07/22(Sat)20:43 No. 25102 ID: ef02bd

Sorry it's been taking me a while to get back to this. Life comes at you fast. Sometimes wielding a shotgun and a copy of the Necronomicon.

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When I woke up it was sometime in late evening. I felt comfortable warmth against my side. Alice was curled up to me, her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest. I could feel her rhythmic breathing. I felt some small sense of guilt. What we'd done was clearly illegal, but it was what we both wanted. I should have had more responsibility, maybe been more in the mindset of caretaker, but she was too damned beautiful and aggressive for me to keep up resistance for too long. Feeling the need for a post-coital and post-sleep piss, I stood up slowly, extricating myself from the blankets and Alice's slender limbs. I felt my breath catch as I looked down at her lying naked in my bed, her hair splayed out on the pillow, she looked even more breathtaking. Like a model from a Luis Royo painting. Perfection in the flesh. I heard her mumble something as I left the room.
By the time I'd returned I could hear music coming from her cellphone, quiet but very much audible.

"What did I say?
I've never felt this way before.
Is that what they say?
It's a defect in my core.
Oh I'm shutting down,
shutting down,
shutting down my brain.
I feel it now,
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Anonymous 17/07/23(Sun)01:08 No. 25103 ID: d68ed0

noice


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Anonymous 18/06/02(Sat)21:57 No. 25590 ID: bd1e4b

>>25103
Fucking nice




My Sister is a Dickgirl SNT-NEL 12/02/11(Sat)10:15 No. 15127 ID: b808a3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Reposting this, for some reason. Even though I felt weird trying to fap to futa lit, I was okay with this one, for some reason.

I remember a long while back, some folks here added to it, and things were great, but then for some reason the mods took it down? I think it was cause it hadn't been updated in forever. But, yeah. RESURRECTION(I hope)
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Anonymous 17/12/21(Thu)21:37 No. 25244 ID: 3e4500

please dont let this die


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Cassie and Chase NewAnon 18/06/02(Sat)00:46 No. 25586 ID: bfb93f

did you ever complete a chapter where Cassie got to butt fuck Chase?


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Anonymous 18/06/02(Sat)04:59 No. 25587 ID: 031f95

>>25586
I doubt this story will ever be finished or added onto.

>>23438
I love your writing. Honestly, I wish you'd take this on that way I know eventually this masterpiece would be complete in some way. I get its not your thing but a man can have his dream.




A Final Promise The Bard 17/12/08(Fri)06:38 No. 25211 ID: 8a3dce [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Ok so I am throwing my hat into the ring. I have been inspired to try my hand at writing a story since I am bored and want to write. I am looking for constructive feedback and to start getting more comfortable sharing my stories rather than just letting them sit in my hard drive over the crippling anxiety of putting myself out there. I am going to try very hard to pound (lol) out this story semi-regularly and I have a definite ending in mind so without further ado, A Final Promise.

Tags: Loli(ish), Romantic, Sex and Teacher/student, M/f


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The+Bard 18/05/14(Mon)18:38 No. 25543 ID: b3b605

Update: I have the outline almost done and will start working on "Breaking Nancy" real soon.

Also I will be taking a class pretty soon to take my writing to the next (professional) level. Turns out I have been having a ton of fun working with my spouse on writing a few stories in between working on BN, and they have been encouraging me to get some stuff published.

I will be releasing BN as a free stand alone E-Book as well as posting it here when it is done. I ask you all to have patience, because this all is going to take some time, but you should have a more polished story when I am done. Maybe even a few more goodies while I am at it.

Until then, thank you for reading, enjoying and being so kind.

Bard


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Anonymous 18/05/23(Wed)12:18 No. 25553 ID: 0e2b21

>>25262
Nah, I meant Nancy McBitch. If you blackmail and threaten someone and his happiness, chances are you end up gnawed by raccoons deep in the woods. I'm sure David has at least the number of a "Tony" who can make people disappear..


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The+Bard 18/05/26(Sat)18:38 No. 25558 ID: 795336

>>25553

Would breaking her mind and turning her into a sex puppet for the enjoyment of a Billionaire bent on revenge work for you? I would say he breaks her soul too, but to be honest I am not entirely sure she ever had one.




The Greenvale Fraternity Jacqueline Madison Gibson (Jax) 14/11/21(Fri)13:16 No. 22839 ID: 249c7e [Reply]

Over the past 3 years my life has changed completely. I was down on my luck and had almost lost everything.
I will soon be 40 years old. They say life begins at 40 but my new life began 3 years ago when I was 37.

My name is Jacqueline Madison Gibson or Jax for short, I was raised in a loving family with my older sister Vanessa. My parents have both now passed away but I have always kept in touch with my sister.

I fell in love with a guy when I was 25 years old and we were together for 12 years, we got engaged but never got married. We split up after I found out that he had been having affairs with other women, he left me for a 26 year old who he had been seeing from work.
He also left me in debt and I had to sell our house and my car and other things to cover it.

So at 37 and with nowhere else to go I moved to live with my sister.
Vanessa (Van for short) is 3 years my senior, we are very similar in looks, both of us are about 5 feet 5 inches tall we both have dark brown hair that some times looks black and we both share the same deep brown eye color. We both take after our mother and neither of us has ever been slim, but we are not fat either, we call ourselves curvy lol. At the time I was just over 200 pounds and had been on a diet for what seemed like forever.

Vanessa is married to a really smart guy called Rod who works in scientific research and they have a son Peter (Pete) who is now 15 years old. They own a really nice house just outside of a small town in a nice quiet area.

Moving in wasn’t a problem as their house had a guest room with adjoining bath above the garage, I even had another small room in which I could store what was left of my stuff.

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TPARM 15/04/04(Sat)23:52 No. 23443 ID: e5b288

Wonder what happened next ?


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Anonymous 15/10/05(Mon)18:33 No. 23889 ID: 15121f

Stopped reading after it looked like it was turning rapey, huge turnoff.
Btw 5'5" and 200lbs is not 'curvy' it's clinically obese, and a gut would be obvious on a woman weighing this much. 90Kg for any metricfags


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exopop 18/05/25(Fri)15:52 No. 25557 ID: 23a3bb

Good story so far




Wedding Day odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 18/03/31(Sat)22:54 No. 25490 ID: 3093c9 [Reply]

This story contains the following -

MM, MF, rape, anal, ntr, blood, piss, cum

If any of these things disturb you, I advise you now, please do not read. If you choose to do so anyway and are offended, please stfu about the subject matter, you were warned about it before hand.

I hope you enjoy this. I have multiple parts in this story in mind, I will write more if I get positive feedback.


The battle is long over. I am beaten, my sword knocked aside, my legs bleeding, a gash running across my arm. I do not know why I have not been slain yet. The brute is clearly more of a swordsman than I, better trained, stronger, faster. My rudimentary training was nothing compared to his artful strikes. I do not believe that I even laid my blade on him seriously.

I kneel in the dirt, waiting for a death blow. I am met with a sharp kick to my stomach. I taste the wedding meal I had consumed earlier, as I fall flat into the mud. I am lifted up by my hair, and kicked in the stomach again, and again, and again. I know not why this brute continues to prolong this: he has won, I am no match for him. Why does he not just slay me here.

He picks me up, and punches me in my tender abdomen again. I can barely voice my surrender, my voice has been beaten out of me. The brute picks me up, and wraps his arms around my throat, choking me. My undergarments become warm and heavy, as I begin to reflexively piss myself in utter fear. I am too weak, too beaten, to escape this beast's grasp, the creeping, fading, foggy blackness that envelopes me quicker than sleep.

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Honeymoon: The Sweetest Moon odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 18/05/07(Mon)16:04 No. 25536 ID: 3093c9

>>25490


This story contains the following:

MF, MM, oral, anal, vaginal, rape, castration, crucifixion, general torture, murder, implied pedo, ntr, voyeurism, (nonsexual) vomit, urination (sexual and nonsexual), masturbation

In addition, there are most likely numerous other things in the text of the story, that many would find offensive, that I did not include in the story description. With the above being said, do NOT read this story if you don't wish to be exposed to any of those themes.

If you ignore this warning, and choose to read ahead anyway, you lose any right to be offended, consider this your preemptive STFU about the offensive content: the fantasy vs reality argument has been had for millions of man years at this point on the internet, if you can't differentiate between the two at this point, that is your problem, not mine, but I don't care to hear about it.

To be clear: constructive criticism is always welcome, I simply do not care to hear from the jackass who feels the need to moralize about gayness, ntr, pedo, and whatever in all such fiction.

I hope everyone enjoys.

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Anonymous 18/05/15(Tue)07:35 No. 25544 ID: e6b351

Epic!




21 Swap Street tg_wave 18/05/12(Sat)03:43 No. 25538 ID: e5922a [Reply]

Hey all, presenting a single chapter from the first half of my magnum opus, a gender bender take on (what is essentially) 21 Jump street. Please read it and tell me if this is any good. I'll post more if there is interest. What I really need is an editor, but I'll settle for some feedback. [MF] M>F

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Chapter 6
After the run in with surprise visitors, both agents agreed to a change in procedure. Every morning began at 5:30, where Dan dressed as Allison and wore whatever Jess had laid out the night before. Then Allison’s day consisted of whatever gauntlet of feminine youth Jess had devised. Slang lessons, fashion designer recognition, hair styling and dancing one day; Intro to snapchat use, what to keep in her purse, proper nail care the next, on and on it went.

Dan didn’t like being a girl. He felt like all the clothes were either too tight or too loose and fluttery. Managing in heels was a chore but selecting the correct accessories to augment an outfit was impossible. Jess had him constantly messing with Allison’s hair or face, which Dan judged pointless since Allison was already gorgeous. However, Jess refused to relent and so every morning was a slog of makeup and memorizing new styling options. Worse still, be it tits, or ass, something was constantly giggling after every quick motion. He also hated the music, but that was a product of Allison’s generation, not her gender.

It wasn’t all bad though. Dan enjoyed feeling Allison’s smooth, flawless skin. Seeing her beautiful face in the mirror each morning was an absolute delight. Also, the sheer variety of wardrobe options were intriguing, in a way men’s clothes never would be. She was her own private Barbie doll!

However, Allison felt about a particular day’s training, none of it measured favorably against how she’d been dreading today. Since the Johnsons had invited their neighbors to a block party and Jess had agreed, she had watched the date approach with trepidation. Now the party was underway.

Now, after a morning of training she was staring at the bikini Jess had laid out for her and shivered as she considered Gill and his intense eyes. “Why did it have to be a pool party?” Allison asked herself.
Throughout the week, she had almost convinced herself she had mistaken Gill’s friendliness for something more, but she still didn’t want to wear a miniscule two-piece in front of him. But Allison didn’t dare raise the concern to
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odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 18/05/12(Sat)18:27 No. 25539 ID: 3093c9

It seems like an interesting premise, I think you need those other chapters to build it up properly, otherwise the skin suit is just too big and unique of a plot device to handwave ignore the way you have in this one chapter. But I enjoyed the read.




Country Child Brides odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 18/04/13(Fri)20:20 No. 25508 ID: 3093c9 [Reply]

This is another one of those "I have more planned out, I will write it if anyone shows interest in it" deals.

Tags: Mf, mf, ff, urine, cum, light bondage


Susan’s legs began to quiver and shake, as she felt her bladder burst, and the happy warmth that had been building up inside her leak all over her legs and onto her husband’s hand. She grunted and moaned softly, hugging the muscular arm that was almost as big as she was, that was controlling the hand that was diddling her.

When her cookie box had finished quivering, her husband took her off the table, and lay her on the floor. He straddled over the little girl’s face, erect wee in hand. Susan began to compliantly kiss and lick the thick reddish wee, taking its mushroom shaped head into her little mouth, and sucking the syrupy wee juice from it like juice from an overripe peach.

Soon her husband began to quiver and shake. Susan tried to open her mouth to prepare for what was coming, but she was too tiny: torrents of wee milk filled her mouth too quickly for her to swallow, and spilled onto her face.

He squatted over her for half a minute, coating her face and hair with his wee milk. When he was done, he knelt beside her, hugging her, patting her, stroking her blond hair, tangled with dried clumps of wee milk that had been there for weeks. Susan felt a warm quiver of satisfaction that she was able to satisfy her man so well. She couldn’t wait until she began her monthly flow, and could give him a baby.

They kissed softly, as his hands ventured back to her cookie box...

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Anonymous 18/04/21(Sat)16:37 No. 25518 ID: 8115d2

Continue.


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Anonymous 18/04/23(Mon)12:30 No. 25519 ID: c60b6a

Yes, please continue. Although this isn't normally the kind of story I find interesting, I fascinated to find out where it's going and how this strange world came to be.


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odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 18/05/07(Mon)06:52 No. 25533 ID: 3093c9

I will be working on a follow up to this shortly. Nothing too incredibly cruel. I am plotting out several scenarios that I would like to describe right now.

The delay is from trying to get out my Wedding Day story, which actually has an end in my mind. That and another short story that I have let sit on my drive for 5 years, and I am only just now doing something about it.

There will be a follow up to this, and it will be enjoyable. It may just be a couple of weeks before I get to it though.




iCity Tales by AnonyMPC (various tags, cyberpunk, violence) AnonyMPC 14/07/30(Wed)22:09 No. 22139 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hi, I'm AnonyMPC. You might remember me from such stories as "My Private Camwhore," "Relatively Powered", and "Yet Another Thing That Isn't The Next My Private Camwhore."

Well, after a long time where I was working on various stories and making very slow progress, I got hit with an idea that caught my imagination on fire. It started with the artist NeckRomancer on HF, who drew a few pieces inspired my stories, and we got to talking. An offhanded comment by me made him suggest a story idea, a SF one that had a sort of cyberpunk vibe. It was a good idea, and I'm actually a fan of old-school cyberpunk and all it's tropes, but I didn't want to tackle it. I was too busy, and too far behind, with other stuff. But it reminded me of another idea I had (based on an idea granted to me by a fellow named kludo I met in an artist's stream), also set in a cyberpunk world. And I began to toss around the idea of a set of stories set in the same city, and came up with a few ideas, and NeckRomancer suggested a couple more, and finally, I realized I was enjoying the process more than I had writing in a while, and what's more, I had 5 stories that I thought fit together pretty well, I knew exactly where they began and ended and how they fit together. They could be short, I told myself, maybe one sex scene each, so it wouldn't be too much of a distraction from my other projects. And I started writing the first, getting more work done in one day than I had in all the other stories I was working on combined in the past week, and I had that glorious feeling I hadn't had in a long time where my mind was racing with things to write even while I was asleep.

So I figured I had to stick with it, even if it meant everything else getting delayed, again, for overall output, the best strategy is sticking with the stuff I'm excited with most.
I finished the first story, and am started on the second. I'm not going to officially post it to my site (http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ if you've forgotten), or my HF page, until all five are done and cross-checked. But, because I have a history with this site, I thought I'd post them one-by-one here and here only. You can, hopefully, be my beta-test, so I can catch any major issues. This also means it'll be slightly less edited than they usually are, and I plan to tighten it up.

A few notes of things I'm especially looking for, or need to say up front:
Classic cyberpunk, which I'm a fan of, doesn't really mesh perfectly with computers and the Internet as it exists today. So I've done a bit of a bastard fusion and used some handwaving of vague historical events that have altered how things work. I'm certainly willing to hear if you think anything doesn't make sense on that level (networks don&# Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 18/01/20(Sat)05:45 No. 25305 ID: 4b5709

>>25304

That post is from 2015. They're probably gone now. They were shitty anyway.


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Bkil 18/04/02(Mon)00:31 No. 25495 ID: 810dc4

>>25304
Here is one of the Magic Marker pictures http://pureloli.biz/wp-content/uploads/2018/03/19-2.jpg


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Anonymous 18/05/04(Fri)07:16 No. 25529 ID: d5f010

>>25495
https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?id=12085802

they are still on her page




My Little Robin (loli) spiderfiend!ozOtJW9BFA 14/11/20(Thu)07:17 No. 22831 ID: d09574 [Reply]

The book was old. It was bound in a now faded leather that hinted at the color black. It had several tears that had been stitched shut, some with professional precession and some were rough and untrained. The wear and tear the tomb exhibited could not even begin to tell the tale that lay inside it's pages. If it were to be opened one would find the paper musty,stiff, and yellowed with age. Some of the pages seem to have been torn out leaving only short ragged stubs to testify for their existence. Inside the worn cover of the old book was a short paragraph of small tightly written script pinned in black ink that had long since faded to blue, it read.

“ To my Robin, my daughter, my wife, my lover. You are what kept me going all these years. Yours forever Edward.”

May 19, 1954
I have not been this excited since I was a child on Christmas morning. My name is Edward Blanton, I am twenty nine years old, and I am a ornithologist. That is a bird scientist. I follow birds, watch birds, I love birds, birds are my passion. I will record all of my findings in this journal for posterity, but first I need to explain the adventure I am currently on.

You see there is a little known rare species of bird called the Blue Pope. It is a small bird close cousin to the finch but has a interesting blue coloration that makes it unique. It nests in southern Mexico during the winter months, but no one knows where they go for the summer. The Blue Pope has one other strange quality about it that makes it special. In the small southern town where the birds nest for half the year, it is the only place in Mexico where you can find Pope Berries. The berries are not native to the area and they seem to only begin sprouting when the birds appear every season. This has lead me to believe that the two are tied together somehow.

So no one knows where these strange little birds go for the summer, no one except me. I found out where they have been hiding, on my grandfathers land in Montana. I found this out several months ago when I was going through some of my grandfathers old books and found a sprig of Pope Berries pressed between the pages of one large tomb. When I asked my mother about it she told me it was from the cabin her father owned in the mountains, and that these plants grew wild there. It is a chunk of land closed off in a hidden valley that you had to have a plane to get to. Unless you were willing to hike the two days it took to get to the old cabin and that was a long trip over rough ground.

So here I am on a train to Montanan with my last seventy five bucks in my pocket. I hope that my guess is correct and I find my little birds there.

May 21, 1954
I have walked for the last two days and have finally reached the edge of the valley. I am sitting on the rim of what I can only assume is a old volcano bowl. There is a sizable lake at the very bottom of the crater that I was t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 18/04/14(Sat)06:05 No. 25509 ID: ec175d

I can't find the words to express how amazing this story is. So I will just say "this is fucking great! "


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Anonymous 18/04/19(Thu)19:07 No. 25513 ID: c001b8

spiderfiend. I read this when you first posted it and loved the style in which you wrote it. I don't know why, but didn't comment at the time as I should have done, so I hope this doesn't come too late and that you still view this occasionally. Excellent story and I would love to see more from you, as I'm sure others would too. If there is anyone else out there who enjoyed this take less than 5 minutes to let the author know. Thanks again


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Anonymous 18/04/21(Sat)04:24 No. 25516 ID: 7232f7

this is an amazing story. truly, i mean it




Two Become One grotto 14/03/03(Mon)10:20 No. 21280 ID: 28d1dc [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

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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Izu 18/01/14(Sun)12:09 No. 25294 ID: 7d941a

>>25279
I said I'd be adding into ADDventure but never really got to it. I find it pretty confusing, having no proper UI and all.

And I deleted my chapter 9, could use a rewrite on it, found it too cringy for myself.


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Crushermach3 18/01/15(Mon)00:35 No. 25295 ID: d44b90

>>25294
>I find it pretty confusing, having no proper UI and all
wut?

You just click a blank option you want to use, click accept, and paste in your episode. Then all you gotta do is check some boxes and write in some other things (episode title, continuation options, etc).

Anyways, grotto's incomplete chapter 7 isn't added yet. We'll have to wait until that's finished before anyone can do anything involving those events.


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Anon 18/04/12(Thu)22:55 No. 25505 ID: eb7e5d

Where can I find more second skin fetish stuff like this




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