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Raising Paul's Daughter (Loli, discipline, other) Can you guess? 15/05/02(Sat)22:08 No. 23514 ID: 60b795 [Reply]

So, like many late-twenty-somethings in this economy, I find myself living with a roommate, and there are times when I legitimately loathe the man. We are actually fairly close friends, and we have a lot in common, as well as a lot of shared experience. We live in the same shitty apartment, we worked the same shitty job for years, which is how we met, and since we requested going on opposite shifts to get some time away from one another, our relationship has improved significantly. I don't truly hate the guy, but I don't spend more time than I have to with him. Fortunately, he seems to feel the same way, so we mostly just shoot the shit about wrestling, watch the pay-per-views together, and retreat to our respective rooms to get the fuck away from one another.

He's not such a bad guy in small doses, and there aren't many people who understand my love for the WWE like Paul does. He actually worked the indy circuit for a while, so we can connect on that level at least. He's still a paranoid motherfucker about money, but I pay well in advance, and we no longer split any bills except rent, electricity and internet. I may order out or he may order out, we may both even order out on the same night, but we no longer order out together. I have accepted that he will never do the dishes, he has accepted that I will never allow his drunken, virus-downloading, morbidly obese ass on my expensive office chair so he can destroy my operating system by visiting sketchy porn sites, or allow him to bum off my weed. If he wants to hit from my bowl, he needs to pitch in for the cost. On the flip side, I have accepted that I can only smoke up in my room since his daughter is over pretty much all the time. Her mother fucked off shortly after Kelly turned two. Last I'd heard, she'd gotten picked up for solicitation along with various drug charges. She wasn't up for parole for another seven years yet.

Paul was oddly clever for one so clearly controlled so exclusively by his hindbrain, but he had to take his time chewing each thought over before it was ready to be shared the way he meant it. He never forgot a thing, and he would hold on to thoughts to worry at them for hours, days, or even weeks. A grudge, he usually nursed no less than a week, and every time we argued I could count on Paul to bring up all sorts of old shit, but his ability to focus on a thought and fully break it down was impressive, and he would remember fun conversations too. He had great taste in movies, old blues and jazz and funk, and he could throw together a shockingly tasty meal with just about anything we had lying around the house. When he was sober, he could hold his own on topics close to his heart, and he made some connections that truly impressed me. Every now and then, often days or sometimes weeks after a conversation, he'd say something truly profound. He could also be really funny. Paul usually got two brilliant j Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/05/14(Thu)10:47 No. 23555 ID: 1874c2

>>23522
Pleaaase finish this op i love it so much man


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Non-Anonymous 15/05/14(Thu)22:09 No. 23560 ID: b3e330

>>23555
read the comments. it is finished. rather nicely at that.


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Anonymous 18/02/24(Sat)12:52 No. 25406 ID: 64e444

Where did Uninvited go?

I hope someone has an archive somewhere




Leap of Faith NGT 16/07/26(Tue)23:31 No. 24495 ID: 8a8a53 [Reply]

First off. This is a repost of a story posted on /elit/ back in 2010 and updated last in 2012. You can find a link to the original archived thread here:
https://web.archive.org/web/20130917094523/http://7chan.org/elit/res/10610.html
This is a repost without permission, but not for lack of trying. I contacted the original author (Fluffins) through e-mail four days ago and haven't gotten any response. Maybe this will bring about a reappearance? I can only hope as much.

Below is the original text of the story, formatted identically to how it was originally posted.



First time writer here, r&r, plzkthx.
Contains: All futa, All underage
(remember, boys and girls, pedophilia is illegal in the US, only fap to it, never do it IRL)

Nov. 12, 2010.
Hi, My name is Faith Woods, I’m 14 years old, shoulder-length straight red hair, still-growing B cup breasts, perfect 6.5:1 hip:waist ratio (I’m kind of a math nerd), I'm 5 feet tall with a healthy does of freckles, and I’m not a normal girl. I mean, I try to be normal. I go to a regular middle school, have normal friends and a totally normal family… it’s me that isn’t totally normal. And hell, I didn’t even know I was abnormal ‘till about a week ago.
See, last Wednesday night, I grew a dick.
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NGT 16/07/26(Tue)23:42 No. 24509 ID: 8a8a53

Short little prelude chapter, just to keep you boys on the edge of your seats ;)


Two hours later, I awoke to a very odd experience. My alarm hadn’t gone off, though a quick glance over to my nightstand told me I hadn’t overslept, this, however, was not my first concern. I was a bit more preoccupied with the tongue sliding down my throat and the hand caressing my cock through my sheets. I’m not complaining or anything; I quickly recognized it as Hope, and I sank softly into her lips, wrapping my own tongue around hers, holding tight, I moaned gently into her mouth, she squeezed tight on my dick and pulled away, saliva stringing between our pouting lower lips.
“what a way to wake up~” I giggled softly.
“I thought you’d like it.” my big sister smiled sweetly at me and grabbed my hand, lifting me up so she could cradle my body in her arms and kiss me again. “did you enjoy the show last night?” I blushed at her blatant statement
“h-how did you know?”
“you painted the walls outside my room, silly. It makes it so much hotter to know you were watching me and mom get it on like that.” she kissed me again, “mom’s washing my sheets now while breakfast cooks, come on!” she giggled and pulled me out of bed, I nearly fell as she pulled me swiftly to my feet, she let me swing forward and I nearly screamed as I felt myself falling before her arm caught me gently behind the back and lowered me into a dip, as if we were dancing. I panted heavily, my heart pounding, she just smiled and winked at me, lifting me up into yet another sensual kiss. I moaned as she held me tight, my arms folded up to my chest, held between our breasts as she kissed me. I felt my cock going hard and lifting up from where it spilled out over the waistband of my panties. As my cock rose, it rubbed along Hope’s, which was doing the same.
“j-j-just let me…” I broke our kiss and turned around, about to open the drawer, when my sister’s strong arms wrapped around my bare waist, pulling me back,
“but mom is so eager to see your dick~” she said, gliding a finger across the tip of my pole, it twitched in response to her touch, “Cherry’s gone for the rest of the week, remember? It’s just us three here” she wrapped her fingers around the base of my dick, I hadn’t even bothered to control the size, so Hope pinched at the base and shook her hand up and down, causing all fourteen inches of my member to wobble up and down, “come on, you don’t need any clothes.”
I walked into the kitchen blushing profusely, my enormous member sticking straight up, wobbling with every step, it wasn’t even as big as Hope’s, who had gone before me, but I was still nervous, I felt exposed, unprotected as I stepped forward to see my mother, wearing nothing save for a chef’s apron, standing over a pan on the stove. As I came in, she looked over at me, and I saw her nipples immediately going hard u Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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NGT 16/07/26(Tue)23:47 No. 24510 ID: 8a8a53

[NGT again. Nine months passed between the previous post and this one. Shortly after the previous post, Fluffins mentioned having writer's block with this particular story, posted an email, and said that they'd consider handing the story off to someone else for a time, or even for good. I do not know if anyone applied, since Fluffins updated later on anyways.
Prior to this, Fluffins reappeared in another thread posting an RP log featuring the character of Faith. I replied to that thread asking if it was canon to Leap of Faith, and a couple of days later, this was posted. It's also the last update, but the thread was bumped for a year and a half before it ever 404'ed.]

oh look, it's this guy again....
[cuminflation] probably should have been applied about 2 chapters ago, but eh. it's not too severe.

enjoy.

And so... I fucked my mom.
I mean, what do you do when you've got a raging 14 inch hardon and a big, curvy woman gets on her hands and knees and pushes her glorious ass out towards you? I placed a tentative hand into the pale, soft flesh, feeling it give under my fingers, I gripped at my mom's juicy cheeks, gulping and sweating in both fear and anticipation. Her slit was obviously hungry; it slavered like a starved dog, dripping down her thighs, making them slick and wet, pooling into a glistening little puddle on the floor. I heard her panting, breath shuddering in ragged gasps out of her lips, she looked back. I think it was just the idea that her 14 year old daughter was about to fuck her senseless than anything that was making her horny; my dick could have been 2 inches and she still would have gotten off.
All the better for her: my dick isn't 2 inches. My head slipped into her hole effortlessly. I felt the tight walls clench over the big, fat, purple tip of my erection, and my rod just kept slipping in. deeper and deeper; her cunt was totally bottomless! I ran balls deep into her with no trouble, and yet those walls still pulsed and gripped tight at my shaft the whole time. She had so much control, my mother actually sent waves; rolling ripples of pressure down her pink canal, sucking me in with this constant current, I couldn't manage to pull my hips back but a few inches before her cunt sucked me in again, slapping my hips into hers, sending a ripple down her ass and ejecting a moan or a 'fuck~' from her lips.
I closed my eyes, breath hissing in deep gasps as I fucked her little cunt almost involuntarily. Suddenly, there was a presence at my back; hands on my shoulders, I felt the warmth of my big sister's breasts pressing on my shoulderblades, the burning, pulsing heat of her cock rubbed along my spine teasingly from behind. The trickle of her breath down my ear was hot and tingly, and sent a chill down my back, 'nnhhh~' I couldn't keep myself from moaning.
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Anonymous 18/01/17(Wed)20:11 No. 25299 ID: d7118b

well that was good.

It's a shame it didn't get any further before the author disappeared.




A collection of Short Stories !JUD7F1CtU. 11/06/14(Tue)18:06 No. 12588 ID: e320fb [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

I decided I may as well share what I write when I decide to write something. Most of it will be Futa on Male but anything with MaleSub in it will be included. Anyway, here's the first one involving a dominant Futa and her apparent bitch.

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Call girl - A short story.
Tags: Futa on male, futadom, reluctant

The phone rang.
I don't know why, but there was always this sense of anticipation and dread I have with picking it up. Not knowing who it was and knowing who it could be was almost a game of Russian Roulette I had with myself. Now, it happened almost daily. I picked up the phone Gun to my head - pull the trigger. "Hey there, moll" a feline, scratchy yet appeasingly seductive voice replied, female in nature.
Boom.
"Uuuuh, hey… Tash." I responded, not unnerved but unhappy. "Parents are gone. Come around" she demanded in a domineering tone. "Uuuhh, look, Tash… I don't know about today, it's not really a good t-" "Come around" she repeated, cutting me off. "Tash, I was just about to say that I don't really want to because I'm really busy, and… you know"
There was a disenchanting silence - shredding any hope of worming my way out.
Defeat.
"No. I don't. Come arooound" she said again, this time with the last word drawn out, as if she sounded wanting, but not desperate. "I know you really, really want to" she claimed, her voice thinning to an innocent tone. She was pulling all the strings for this one. She usually did.
"I just-"
"Come around"
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Anonymous 15/12/22(Tue)01:39 No. 24047 ID: ad1723

>>23990
You faggot


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Anonymous 16/01/10(Sun)09:59 No. 24074 ID: 8edb61

>>23990
>>24047
Hey figured I'd ask. Writing style is incredible but I can't get off to the emotional abuse (but lord knows I've tried), just one vanilla futa story is all I humbly request


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Anonymous 18/01/08(Mon)07:31 No. 25286 ID: b5690b

Bamp




Implant (tags: tentacle(s), f/f, f/m, science fiction) Rachael Avarie!!IuBGZ0LmOz 12/10/10(Wed)15:56 No. 17365 ID: 4c9640 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

I re-read a story I wrote some time ago. Then I decided to write some more. If this post's format screws up on 7chan then I apologize, this is my first time posting here.

Since some people may want or need to track this story or other stories I may post, I’ll go by the pen name "Rachael Avarie" here rather than Anonymous. This is the first story/writing I’m sharing with the world, so feedback is especially appreciated.

I considered writing this in first person, but I may be switching point of views, so I’ll stick with third person. I’ll also be writing with spacing between paragraphs because I’m not sure if websites such as this will allow for tab indentation. I’ll leave no line spaces between multiple quotes except between some extra large paragraphs, and will merely use a double star ** to indicate a new speaker, as necessary. Double inverted commas indicate speech; single inverted commas indicate thought, normally. Now although this story is rated as science fiction, I’ve made an effort to make it seem as realistic as possible. I’ve tried to make the character reactions to the unnatural as accurate as a real person’s reaction would be, though at points I’ve had to tone it down to forgo to write too much “gasp, shock, horror, ugh!” character reactions. Hints: the first chapter isn’t very erotic, but the second chapter will have scenes that, hopefully, ‘deliver’ (if you know what I mean ;)

Splurb: Julia is an ordinary 17-year-old girl. She gets implanted with a biological creature that attaches itself to her and starts growing. Don’t want to put too many spoilers here otherwise.

Tags: tentacle(s), f/f, f/m, science fiction


Chapter 1

Tuesday, school was out. Julia Sharinotte hated this walk home. That wasn’t to say it was sleazy, nor impossibly far, but something seemed off about one particular building. She’d be damned if she was going to walk around the block, however. Julia walked swiftly, ignoring the sights and the smells around her. Her mother was a quarter Japanese, though they’d all been born in the US. She considered herself an average girl, definitely of average height, though prettier than average, with long dirty-blonde hair, pale blue-green eyes. Her face had a touch of freckles, and she had B-cups, wrapped onto a slender, 17-year old frame. Her best friend certainly didn’t consider her average; she was always gushing about how gorgeous she was, about how unfair it was that she didn’t have to wear makeup. Oh Julia wore makeup, the tiniest amount she considered healthy, but she hated eyeliner. In her opinion, it destroyed a person’s face, more often than not.

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Anonymous 17/02/23(Thu)10:45 No. 24938 ID: 8b2f65

RIP


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b u m p Anonymous 17/05/29(Mon)08:18 No. 25044 ID: 57b8e2

Bump


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bump Anonymous 17/12/18(Mon)14:29 No. 25233 ID: c2469c

Aaaaand we're back




Any story like this? tog 17/11/10(Fri)07:08 No. 25190 ID: fb7c47 [Reply]

The other day I was going through some old boxes and found my old Gameboy with a copy of the first Final Fantasy in still in it and ended up playing it for a few hours, which I had fun with. To get straight to the point, I was wondering if anyone knew of any stories that were more or less a smutty version of FFI; a simple fantasy adventure in which the heroes travel the world, slay monsters, rescue the princess and save the world. Only with lots of sex.

Bonus points if it's about a single man traveling with a party of ladies.


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Anonymous 17/11/10(Fri)11:24 No. 25191 ID: 0c2267

the anime konosuba is the closest i can suggest.
i hope someone else has some good stories to share.

we can start writing one if you like.

also nice find with the gameboy. i lost mine ages ago, and i've moved several times since, but i did spot one in a record store of all places in florida a couple years back, just sitting behind the counter, and i asked if it was for sale, and the guy said "i dunno" and i said "i need it i'll buy it i only have $30 cash on me right now but i'll give it to you right now sell it to me" and he said "ok" and then BAM i had an old gameboy color again. went on eBay when i got back to the house and got myself a new pokemon silver cartridge with a fresh memory battery right away. fuckin' awesome.

anyways, i'm glad you got to play some old games again. makes me terribly nostalgic and depressed and happy and all messed up, but still awesome.

oh, anyways, yeah i hope somebody grabs a sweet story soon.
and check out konosuba.


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tog 17/12/09(Sat)07:21 No. 25217 ID: fb7c47

>>25191
Managed to get around and watching this suggestion. Only around six episodes in and I'm really liking what I'm seeing; I love how all the main characters are varying degrees of idiots, and I always had a soft spot for stories where the characters that end up saving the world are the least competent people around.

So thanks for that suggestion.




Fucking Appendix(now with editing) Soli 14/08/07(Thu)06:52 No. 22201 ID: cd8c01 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Hey guys. Soli again. At least a couple people seemed interested in the rough draft for the first chapter of Fucking Appendix I posted yesterday. So as promised, here is the edited first chapter, along with the second. If you like it, let me know. If its a piece of shit, let me know that too. Either way, be sure to check back often, as I will likely be updating frequently with new chapters. Once again, I give you Fucking Appendix. Hope you enjoy.
I read the words on the screen again, sure I must be misreading them. They couldn't say what I thought they did, and yet there they were.

"Do as I say, or Eve dies."

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I guess it really started the day my little sister, Eve, came down with appendicitis. Even though she was three years younger, fourteen to my seventeen, we were always close, possibly owing to the fact we were both enrolled in an online form of homeschooling. That meant that for most of our lives, we were each other's only constant contact, and I always thought of her as a friend as well as a sister.

She took after our mom in that she was a petite, freckly ginger, tiny all over except for the ass and b cup breasts she had recently developed, and was maybe a bit overly proud of. It was often a topic around the house when she insisted on walking around in just her bra and panties, and I often had to politely suggest she get dressed, to which she would usually just roll her eyes, and maybe put on an overly small pair of shorts.

Though she was never exactly bubbly, she was always generally cheerful, and rarely complained about anything. That's why, when I came into the living room one summer afternoon and found her curled up on the couch looking less than happy, I decided to try and cheer her up. "What's wrong sis, got the red tide blues?" I teased as I plopped down beside her and gave her a playful nudge in the side.

I expected a playful smack, or maybe for her to help a throw pillow to live up to its name. What I got instead, was a yelp of pain from Eve, as she squeezed into a tighter ball and tears began to stream down her cheeks.

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Anonymous 17/07/09(Sun)07:09 No. 25087 ID: 9fa565

>>24664

I need the rest of this story in my life. Just stumbled here and read through the whole thing.


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fuuuuuuuuuck Anonymous 17/07/21(Fri)01:10 No. 25099 ID: d68ed0

So I just found this lovely gem and have really been enjoying it. Would love to see how you wrap this up, Soli.


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Anonymous 17/11/22(Wed)13:04 No. 25196 ID: baf96e

Update?




young neighbor ch1 (futa on male) wut 12/07/18(Wed)08:46 No. 16682 ID: aecf9f [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Okay, trying again with hopefully correct formatting.

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Cameron Dodges, 22 years old, had been in his new house for a week before he saw his pretty neighbor. He’d moved into the nicely landscaped, gated community with just his 2000 pickup and his belongings, which all fit in the bed of the truck. Moving from the college dorm to a real, two-bedroom townhouse meant he didn’t have much – not even enough to fill up an entire room. He’d already ordered new furniture and he planned to have his new home completely set up within a month.

Graduating near the top of his class with a degree in Finance, he’d landed a great job at a boutique investment banking firm. The firm was small, but its clients were very large and he was already planning on how he’d use his newfound income to live in relative luxury. He’d worked hard all through college, and now it was time to reap the rewards. He only had a few years to enjoy it before going back to graduate school anyway. Getting the MBA meant he’d be able to move up to manager, then VP.

He’d just pulled into the driveway and was about to run into the house to escape the freezing cold air when he saw a good looking young woman in the yard next door, pulling down Christmas lights. She was a little thin for his tastes; he liked thicker, curvier women. That was probably because it was the type of woman he never ended up with. He had the face and body that only drove young girls and older cougars wild.

Cameron was 5’7’’ and 135 pounds, with fair hair, blue eyes and the pretty-boy face of boy band member. He hated to admit it, but with his inability to produce much facial hair and his babyish face, he could still pass as a high school kid. For this reason he made a conscious effort to dress in expensive, tailored clothes and develop a confident, smooth-talking persona. He hated being treated like a kid, and did everything in his power to seem more mature.

He hadn’t met anyone in this new city, and he really wanted to go on some dates before he started his new job, so he crossed the snow-covered lawn to his neighbor’s yard. The girl was wearing white tights under a festive plaid skirt, with a red cashmere sweater over a white button down shirt. As he approached he saw that although she was thinner and shorter than he preferred, she did have some wonderful curves to her.

The young lady appeared to be about 18 or 19 and was 5’6’’ with long, brunette hair and dark green eyes. Cameron saw her body from the side as she pulled the lights off the bushes. The sweater hugged her body tightly, accentuating her thin waist and the large breasts pushing out above. He also saw from the way her knee-length skirt gripped her behind, that the girl had a well-developed ass. Actually, he reconsidered, she’s pretty fucking hot.[i/]
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Anonymous 17/10/30(Mon)21:10 No. 25183 ID: dcfd3b

>>25182
PLEASE


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Anonymous 17/11/05(Sun)01:45 No. 25185 ID: 6b454a

>>25182
Please, please do. This is one of the best stories out there.


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Anonymous 17/11/07(Tue)23:52 No. 25189 ID: 6b454a

>>25182
>>25182
Dude, you have to post more. It’s so good.




The Clarks Anonymous 16/06/05(Sun)18:39 No. 24311 ID: 98fd99 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Julie Clark was 10 years old the first time she masturbated. It was a cool night in March, the moon was full, and she used a well washed Gel Pen. With her feet propped up against a wall, a battery operated LED lantern at her side, and a full length mirror ahead of her, she nervously prodded at her tingling nethers with the smooth round plastic cap of her pen.

She froze at every noise, the cat's collar jingling away downstairs, the house settling, an errant branch striking a window. Every single sound was a potential alarm, signaling the approach of her parents to punish her for this wanton act.

That worry soon faded the instant the side of her pen slid across her clitoris. Her free hand swung back to hold her up and grip at the soft blue carpeting of her floor as her muscles instantly malfunctioned. Surprised gasp soon turned to furtive rhythmic pants as each stroke of the pen against the needy nub sent heart pounding, tummy tightening, leg wobbling, toe curling jolts of electric thrill that rocked her pre-pubescent frame like a trailer in Tornado Alley.

She felt moist heat slowly slide down her crotch and saw her hot pink privates glisten in the stark white light of her lantern. If any part of her wanted to be curious, stop, and investigate, it was quickly bound, gagged, and drowned in the river of astonishing sensation. Her body grew tighter, the heat in her belly sky rocketed, the universe around her seemed to shrink to a single point until finally, boom. Stars danced in her eyes, she lost her balance and thumped against carpet hard, writhing and wriggling as she bit her lip to stifle the almost unstoppable squeaks that came along with the explosion.

As her brain stopped clicking the on-off switch of her consciousness and her heartbeat finally slowed, the thing she would remember most about that night came into focus for the very first time.

It was the sight of her eighteen-year-old brother Nick, on the living room couch, fingering his girlfriend, Lori. Of course, at the time, she didn't know that word. All she knew for sure was that she was sitting in his lap, and his hand was past the waistband of her skirt.

That singular moment of voyeurism carried her through repeat sessions for almost a year. Until one day she saw them leave the school cafeteria and sneak over to a shady spot on campus, where Lori gave her brother a blowjob.

His hair was dark down there, she'd lifted his shirt so Julie could see his abs flexing as Lori teased and suckled at him like a popsicle. In that second stolen moment, Nick Clark ceased being just her beloved older brother, but the star supreme of her sexual awakening.
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Anonymous 17/10/22(Sun)07:20 No. 25167 ID: 965af2

>>25165
Sorry folks, I just haven't had the motivation to continue.


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Anonymous 17/10/24(Tue)17:31 No. 25176 ID: 3def79

I read all the time...and not just stuff on chans. I can honestly say this is some of the best writing I've ever read! You've had me laughing and crying and very aroused! It would be a shame if you stopped writing this story, because you have a superior talent for telling a story!


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Anonymous 17/10/29(Sun)06:34 No. 25180 ID: 40b196

I too would like the story to continue but if you don't feel like writing that's fair enough. Thanks for the update regardless.




Shapeshifter Girlfriend Izu 17/05/10(Wed)23:32 No. 25026 ID: b90e87 [Reply]

# Shapeshifter Girlfriend
### Chapter 1

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Just a quick note, this is my first time writing this kind of stuff so I apologize if there are any redundancy or wrong gramming in the story.

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I'm Michael, just your average guy who works as an IT for a company. Age 23, 6 foot height, average build, not too muscular, not too thin either. No experience with a woman.

After a finishing up all the remaining paperworks a few days before deadline I hit the nearest bar from work to celebrate. Inside the bar, I let out all my stress drinking shot after shot.

I finish up and walk out the bar, looking at my watch and noticed it's already 11:48PM, I felt the need to puke so I headed to the nearest alley not knowing there was someone following me.

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Anonymous 17/10/21(Sat)03:50 No. 25164 ID: 28a7d4

>This world needs more shapeshifter stories

I agree. Thank you, I enjoyed this


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Izu 17/10/22(Sun)15:52 No. 25169 ID: d0fcab

>>25164
I'm glad that you enjoyed it even with my newbie and slightly cringy writing skills.

Although I'm not sure if I will be continuing this story as its plot was not properly planned out.

Though I will be working on a new story regarding a living skinsuit, which should hopefully turn out fine.




4 Days on the Road -- by Frequent Traveler 15/09/04(Fri)07:45 No. 23827 ID: e90ee8 [Reply]

This is something that took a bit. Of the 4 days, I will load the first 2 now and the next 2 at a later date. This is story is wishful thinking for me, but for some it may be true, therefore I must preface this story with the disclaimer that any similarities between this story, the people, the location, and the actions with actual real-world events are purely coincidental. (M/f consensual).

Four Days On The Road
Home: As my luck would have it, my job decided to move me across the country. We’ve known about it for a little while and had been planning on our travels across from California to The Heartland. My wife and I spent many days going through the kids’ clothes, toys, and of course… the garage. If there’s anything I have learned about garages, it’s that your cars don’t fit. Especially when you have four kids and they are all spoiled rotten brats. So we had to go through ALL of the boxes to throw away, donate, or sell some items. My wife, my oldest son and I all packed boxes for each room of the house. When it was finally time, I grabbed the rental truck, brought it home and we spent the entire day packing it. That evening, I took our RV to an RV park and got everything set up for the family. I would be making the cross-country trip alone to the storage unit. We hadn’t been able to secure housing for ourselves prior, so a storage unit for a month or so wouldn’t be too bad. Besides, we had an RV, we could live in that for a couple of months until we could buy a house. That evening, after a shower, I was happy to be in a bed. I slept hard.

Road Day 1: We got up, had breakfast, then I grabbed my little duffel bag. We went out to the van to drive to our old house so that I could pick up the rental truck. I hugged and kissed my wife and kids good-bye, got in the truck, and drove off – waving at my family as I left. The first day on the road was going to be rough. I-80 from California to the east becomes a huge expanse of nothing once you pass Reno. I knew this heading out because I had taken that road before while on an RV excursion. Nevada was going to prove to be very hot, very brown, very ugly and very boring. My hope is that both the a/c and the radio would be working. I made it through the winding Interstate highway of Tahoe National Forest and into Reno, NV. The sights and sounds of Reno don’t appeal to me and I kept trucking on. The a/c was working nicely, but the view sucked ass. A couple hours later, I was approaching Winnemucca and noticed I that I was at a quarter tank. Winnemucca would be the last main town until Wendover and I wasn’t looking forward to walking in the desert to a gas station, so I decided to pull in and get some gas. I grabbed some food and filled the tank and got back on the road. Well, it didn’t take but twenty minutes and all of a sudden, I had to use the bathroom. The small town of Valmy was up ahead and there were signs for res Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/10/01(Thu)23:01 No. 23881 ID: b039ba

Nice work so far


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Anonymous 17/10/03(Tue)00:20 No. 25155 ID: 94f03e

Man, this was great. When are days 3 and 4 coming?


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Anonymous 17/10/20(Fri)11:37 No. 25163 ID: 92463a

>>25155
This was 2 years ago, dude




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