I met my girlfriend on the beach, of all places. I had come out of a bad relationship a few months prior, unsurprisingly related to my tiny cock. My then girl just got bored of it I guess, but it might have been my constant bitching and self inflicted deprecation, who knows. In any case I met Cassandra at the beach.

She was on a lazy chair sunbathing and I was playing with my dog. I threw his ball but the wind caught it and fell next to her. She was startled when a huge hyperenergetic golden retriever jumped at her searching for it. I ran to apologize and had to grab Mr Woofer by the collar.

"Sorry miss," I said, she was shockingly beautiful, long dark hair, big puffy lips with a smile waiting to shine, dark green-brown eyes, a huge pair of tits that she showcased to all to see on a tied two part bikini, and between her legs, the largest bulge I had seen on a girl outside of the internet.

"Don't worry pretty boy," she said winking and started to pet my dog, "whose a nice boi? eh? whose a nice boi?" She said while petting him.

"Umh, hi," I awkwardly said, she took her eyes out of the dog and smiled at me, "I'm Jonathan, people call me Jon." I extended a hand to her. She kept smiling looking up at me from her lower point of view. "Nice to meet you Jon," she took my hand and grabbed it stronger using me to pull herself up. "Name's Cassandra."

She was taller than me, she was all better than me, just by what her bulge said. And she wasn't even erect yet.

"Always get your dog to do your wingman work Jon?" She winked at me, her prescense was overwhelming. It was like being next to a greek goddess.

"What? No! I... It was an accident I swea--" She interrupted me by laughing, "Relax pretty boy," she repeated her compliment of earlier. Her hand went to my shoulder and she gently shooked it. "I'm teasing you Jon."
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I was inspired by a story on here previously called "The Three Amigos" to write my own X-Change story. since OP seems to have vanished I figure now is as good a time as any. This is my first piece.

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You know, I never really got how stupid horniness made you until what happened to me last summer. Me, Duncan, and Nam played Street Fighter Alpha at my house while my parents were at work. We were inseparable, always playing fighting games, reading comics, or doing other mindless teen shit. Being young, dumb and horny brought us together in many ways. Nam always had connections to seedy underground Korean shit he got from his uncle. This meant we’d always have the hook up to all types of imported smut, comics, and games native to the country at the time. Duncan and I were 90% sure the shit was illegal but that only made it better.

One of the things Nam had that piqued our interest was X-Change. He had a bottle full of the stuff, stolen from his uncle’s trash after, according to Nam, his uncle got cold feet and decided to pass on them. Nam, who was a real chatter-shit when he knew about something, told us all about it.

“I’m telling you guys, this shit is the real deal! I saw one tape where a man took 1 pill” He shoves his finger into Duncan’s face. “JUST 1 PILL! Next thing you know this fuckin’ guy looks like Kate Winslet! If I take this shit, I’m gonna look like Hee-Sun!” “Who the FUCK is Hee-Sun, Nam?” Duncan blurts out jokingly in-between mashing nonsense on his controller. Now, I’m not the best fighting game player on the planet, but I definitely was the best player in the room. Nam and Duncan had a nasty habit of button-mashing with no strategy involved. Days would go by where I’d clean house, only to finally be beaten by Nam, with lots of grabs from Birdie on his side. Maybe I had a hidden talent for virtual tactility, or maybe it was because they didn’t have a PlayStation at home. In any case, today was shaping up to be no exception, as I nail the finishing rapid-kicks and K.O Duncan for the win.

“Fuckin’ hell! You see that Nam, your gay yappin’ cost me the damn game!” Nam and I were used to Duncan’s outbursts after losses, so Nam only responded with snickers. This, of course, only made Duncan more riled up. “I mean seriously, if you love those pills so fucking much just take one!” “Yeah, why not?” I chimed in. I normally don’t interject as much when the 3 of us are riffing. It’s not necessarily out of any fear or something, I just never feel the need to really get all that worked up. Nam took our questions with a very sly grin only a questionably raised Korean kid could pull off.

“How’s about a bet on the next game? Loser takes a pill and let me and the winner tear a hole into their newly minted snatch?” Duncan looked at him like he was an alien. “How’s about kiss my ass? Luke’s a goddamn c Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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.

I think I posted this a long time ago and it dropped out, but I guess I'll post again since I wrote another chapter for fun.

Summary: Crusaders arrive in a foreign land haunted by a demon king...or so they think. Instead they find a desert full of monsters not hungry for flesh, but for sex. As they traverse the land of madness they find sex sorcerers, pigmen, men-luring cockatrices, alarunes that feed on sperm, hellhounds, centaurs, egg-laying insects, and even a lust demon. Will the crusaders be successful, or will they fall into debauchery like all the rest?

Tags (here we go): Rape, anthro, bestiality, drugs, slavery, magic, transformation (doll), creampies, rimming (male and female), anal fingering (male and female), anal, pegging, oral, impregnation, body control, underage (in appearance), insects, egg-laying, threesomes, foursomes, moresomes, trap (as in m/m surprise), lactation, death, blood, gore, toys, orgasm denial, maledom, femdom, and probably more that I can't think of at the moment.

ALSO: this story is VERY long. Prepare to read a lot if you want to follow it. I never write short things.

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Chapter 1

(This chapter contains: virgin, magic body control, sex with dolls, oral, handjob, creampie, and human doll transformation. You have been warned. BE SURE TO LEAVE A COMMENT.)

The first ship arrived at the port. It was a longship and as it rolled up to the pier a man jumped out. Like all the people on his boat, he was dressed in plate armor, decorated with a bright, flaming bird on the breast plate. He knelt down onto the wood and thanked the goddess for his safe trip. Many of the other men and women on the boat did the same as they stepped onto the pier. The first man, clearly the leader, scanned out across the ocean. He could see countless other longships, rowing rapidly towards him. Many of them would have to anchor around the port and walk over the boats, but they made it. The last human stronghold on the continent. The man turned towards the city. He thought he might have been seeing a mirage when he first got close, but he wasn't. The city was much larger than he thought it would be. There were buildings with ornate domes crammed into high walls that covered a semi-circle around the coast. There were thousands, perhaps tens of thousands living in this city. It certainly didn't look like a place on the verge of being annihilated. Instead it looked like a paradise, with palm trees, a beautiful coast and colorful domes on some of the larger structures. Moreover, the entire place looked intact and untouched. Still, it was not his place to question the High Priest of Vordan. He was on a mission from the goddess and he intended to fulfill it. He turned to the common soldiers in the boat.
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A Life of Debauchery - Ch 1

Tags: incest, ped, Mg, sleeping, first time, public

Disclaimer: Didn't happen. Of course not. No way.

Recently, I moved into a new apartment. My internet provider in the area says they can’t get to me for a month, due to coronavirus-induced slowdowns of service. That gives a guy a lot of time to think about things. In my life, I’ve done plenty of stuff that should have got me beat up, disowned, broken up with, jailed, or at the very least, cancelled. I thought it’d be good to start writing them down, and just for kicks, putting them on the internet.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not writing this all down because I think my life is over. I’m in my mid thirties, I have a pretty healthy dating life (take that with a grain of salt if you want, considering I’m posting stroke stories on 7chan), and I have a cat that probably loves me very much. This is an activity that I can do with minimal internet connection that isn’t replaying a PS4 game for the billionth time. Plus, I’ll probably get myself off recounting the stories as well.

Today I’m going to talk about a particularly eventful trip my family would take to the beach every summer. Everyone on my Mom’s side of the family would meet in a town on the Maryland shore, usually over the fourth of July, and we’d spend a week hanging out, eating good food, going to boardwalks and the like. In my family, it was just me (20), my parents and my older brother, John (21) .but my Mom’s sister had a much bigger family: there were three boys: Mark (16), Andy (15) and Jr (13); and two girls, Maxine (16) and Allison (12).

We would all stay in a much too cramped beachhouse (which I would later find out is insanely overpriced during the on season), usually on an assortment of fold out beds and blow up mattresses. All the boys would generally stay on one floor, and the girls would take a bedroom for themselves. It was usually never a big deal since we’d only go to those areas to sleep, since the days were either filled with being at the beach, playing board games in the kitchen, or watching movies in the living room.

Over several seasons (as well as subsequently family gatherings), I had found myself growing sexually attracted to Maxine and emotionally attracted to Allison. I would fantasize about plowing Maxine, stuffing my cock in her mouth, breaking her, etc, while I would also fantasize about being Allison boyfriend, taking her on dates, making out in my car, that sort of thing. I know that should be flip-flopped--or rather, Allison should be off the table in general. But, the heart wants what the heart wants, and I wanted (of course in complete secrecy never to be revealed to my family) her little hand in mind.
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First writing, please be kind.

Beguiling K.Lee


Hi, My name is Kaylee! A pregnant newlywed of 18 years. I have a story so fantastic that anyone in their right mind wouldn't believe me. It starts 6 years ago. Well, it really started 26 years ago when I was 22 years as Kelly Lee. A man just graduating from college. See! I told you that it's hard to believe.

You see, I'm a scientist and evidently a very good one. When I was young I was raised by my grandparents because of a car crash claiming my parents lives. Growing up with my grandparents I learned what it's like to get old. I always had an interest in how things worked and am really exceptional in chemistry so when I went to college I first studied medicine but found I preferred research instead. My grandparents were able to see me through college but died shortly after my graduation. I was left alone inheriting my grandparents estate as well as my parents estate. I became a research assistant while at college and continued with the same job at a large pharmaceutical company after graduation.

But my real interest is in aging and so I found myself at home devoting all of my time in that pursuit. This left me no time for dating and I just settled on being content with my personal research. After many years of studying cell breakdown which causes aging I found a combination of proteins and antioxidants that actually reverses cell degradation and stimulates the cell regeneration process. I discovered this step to be easiest of all the steps. The body does this naturally each month replacing the body's cells with new cells. DNA determines how the cells are replaced using stem cells. I just provide the DNA with the instructions and accelerate the process. You may have read some of my published articles that I've written in science and medical publications. This is an entire body regrowth every month making the body immortal if desired. The moral implications though are staggering.

The next step was to control at what stage of life to stop the accelerated degeneration process. It was also this step that provided opportunity to eliminate some genetic precursors that damage health. Eventually I found that taking this step to near conception most optimum for stability and health of the body. Starting with two or six cells is easier to manipulate then billions. Fortunately by adding certain proteins to the body I was able to accomplish this but finding a procedure to introduce the proteins at the correct time eluded me for a few years. My patients usually didn't survive without a host to supply nutrients to the immature body. This required placing the patient in a bath with proper nutrients. Patients introduced to the bath were sedated to allow them to breathe the liquid negating the drowning defense mechanism of the body. The oxygenated bath was fed nutrients by computer automati Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

So I've posted 2 of my short stories on another website that got no real response, probably due to the content or just how slow the website is. Anyway I was inspired to write these by another author who goes by Sirka and focuses on Futanari mixed with some Cock Growth; mostly with established characters. I liked one of his stories so much, I attempted to write something in a similar vein. I hope I'm doing this right, and enjoy.

Amy gets Cocked
Tags: Futanari/Dickgirl, a little pregnancy, old woman/young woman, cock growth, foreskin, short urethral sounding.

Sitting in the quiet bathroom stall, she felt like her back was against the wall; literally and figuratively. 5 months pregnant with nowhere to turn to; Amy felt lost and confused on what her next best course of action should be. “Well that's the last masked orgy I'll ever attend” she said to herself gloomily. “What's the matter girl?” a matronly voice said suddenly from the nearby stall; spooking Amy. who had thought the bathroom to be deserted. “Having to make a difficult choice?” the voice came through a hole in the stall that Amy hadn't noticed before. “Something like that, yeah.” Amy replied, not really wanting to get into her life's story with a stranger in a bathroom.
“What if I told you that I could...help you with your little problem? Maybe kill two birds with one...sausage, I guess? You kids and your silly sayings.” The voice replied, confusing Amy even more.
“Do you run a clinic that doubles as a restaurant? If so, sure I'd love to stop by sometime.” Amy said somewhat jokingly. “Is that a yes I hear?” The voice asked intently. Amy sighed. “Sure, sure, what's the place's number? Amy said as she started reaching for her phone. Halfway through her purse, Amy started to feel...off. It felt like she was having the start of a stomach ache but at the same time having the urge to relieve herself. Thankfully I'm already on the toilet. She thought as she grabbed some toilet paper and prep'd herself. What she couldn't prepare herself for was when her stomach started to flatten right before her eyes. It's not due for a few more months! Plus shouldn't I be in pain? She thought, perplexed as the ache in her stomach quickly lessened while her urge to urinate increased along with a strange feeling of bloatedness she didn't recognize. Looking up, she noticed a small tent in her skirt that seemed to be rapidly growing larger.
“Ahh, looks like your coming along nicely dear.” The voice said approvingly from it's hole in the stall. “What's happening? What did you do!?” Amy spat accusingly at the occupant of the other stall as the tent started pitching pass her skirt, revealing itself to be a wobbly flesh-colored tube.
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Tags: Incest, Spanking, Analingus, Mf, ff, (Future Mff)


Part 1

It’s hard to believe that tomorrow makes fifteen years since the day that things changed for my sisters and myself. My parents were going to Hawaii for their twentieth wedding anniversary and they had left me in charge of the house and had told my two sisters Milly and Maddy the night before at dinner that while they were gone my authority was absolute and my word was Law around the house.

It was the second monday of summer vacation and I awoke to the smell of blueberry muffins. After glancing over at my alarm clock, I momentarily wondered what was going on. My parents’ flight had been scheduled to depart at 5:30 that morning, and since my alarm clock told me that it was 10:37, my parents had to be somewhere over the Pacific Ocean at that time. That left my sisters as to the reason I was smelling muffins. The problem was my mother didn’t like my sisters to use the stove because they almost always left a huge mess afterwards that she had to clean up after they left the kitchen. I sighed and got out of bed to see what mischief Milly and Maddy were up to.

After throwing on a pair of biking shorts and a tee shirt, I always slept in just my jockey shorts, I went downstairs. I pushed open the kitchen’s swinging door and walked into what looked like a white hurricane had blown through the room. There was flour all over the counters and stove, as well as on the floor and the kitchen sink. The sink held a half-dozen mixing bowls, plastic spatulas, and various other batter covered utensils. There were two muffin pans filled with muffins sitting to the left of the stove and an open tub of butter sitting in front of the pan. Four muffins were missing from the pan on the left and standing about three feet away from the pan stood my sisters; each of them buttering the two halves of a blueberry muffin, their clothes dusted with flour.

Before I say anything more about what happened after I walked into the kitchen and my sisters‘ mess, I think I should give a bit more context to what the situation was here. It was June 26, 1996; just a little over a month until my eighteenth birthday. Milly was thirteen and Maddy was twelve, and both were as rambunctious as redheads are supposed to be.

I think I should give a bit of background on myself and my sisters before I go any farther in this story. The three of us were something of a mystery to our parents. There had been no redheads on either side of the family for generations, and yet all three of our parents’ kids had red hair. (Trying to figure out where our hair color came from was one of the main reasons why I chose a career in genetics when I went off to college after I turned nineteen.) Our parents were also a bit unusual when it came to naming us as well. For instance, I was named after my parents’ favorite actor and my middle name is my fathe Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Alright folks, this will be coming out in parts.


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My father Eamon had been IRA, during the troubles. He had met my mother Teagan defending a town from the INLA in the late 70s. She had, at the time, been only 16, while he had been 20. Her family had fed him and a few other fighters following a firefight. Her red hair, Da had said, was the brightest thing he'd seen, and her blue eyes "bore straight through his soul". That night she'd met him in secret and they made love for the first time.
They would later marry, and had me, their bouncing baby boy Ronan in the late 80s. My hair as black as Da's and my eyes a bright green. My mother had unfortunately developed a brain tumor when I was 8 and passed away shortly after it was discovered. Da was despondent for months afterward.
As a result of all of this, I grew up with a strong respect for and knowledge of firearms and Irish culture and history, as well as some knowledge of military and political workings. I also grew up valuing every day, knowing that it could be my last. I grew up listening to all kinds of music, and found myself especially enamoured with the gothic subgenres, and later the industrial genres in my teens. I wore business casual clothing and a deathhawk, and Nora, a girl I dated in high school had begun to get me wearing eyeliner. My father simply shook his head. He didn't care so long as I kept my grades up and stayed in shape. I hung around a few local clubs in my late teens and even DJed at one, briefly.
I ended up pursuing a career with the Defense forces, owing largely to my father's training, and worked my way into the Sciathán Fiannóglaigh an Airm(Army Ranger Wing), where I quickly became an accomplished sniper and travelled around the world a bit on some peacekeeping missions and joint task forces.

It was in Afghanistan that I met one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. I'd sat down at a table at one of the many bases after an astoundingly tough night op. I was sore and exhausted, having spent hours laying stock still with my rifle in hand followed by another hour of constantly providing cover fire and dodging haphazard return fire, switching positions to keep those fuckers guessing. It had ended with an RPG hitting a half-broken floor below me and collapsing supports...and then the floor I was crouching on at the time. While I hadn't broken anything I had taken a single bullet graze to the side of my then-bald head and my uniform, as a result of the collapse, was absolutely caked in desert dust and abdobe and a little bit of blood on the shoulder. I wanted a dram and a hot meal and sleep. I had at least been able to secure a bowl of soup. A woman with Canadian uniform had walked in, sat down across from me, and pushed a flask of Jameson's in my direction.
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Hey dudes, I wrote this on 4chan while requesting something on /r/. It's written in 4chan style, with the main character as Anon Ymous, but it's basically a Mills & Boone. That means it takes a fucking AGE to get to the juicy bits. If you like nosex give it a go!

It's half finished at the moment, but I haven't stopped at a cliffhanger, there is some resolution.

Tell me what ya think. :)

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Be me in highschool. Tall, awkward, wiry. I was never sure why Nicole sat next to me in business class but I was glad she did. She was a year older than me, and I was considered a gifted child so while I took the advanced courses she took the remedial, that meant we had a lot of classes together.

We became friends, I can't say for sure what we talked about or what we had in common, but we passed notes during quiet time and hung out on morning tea break. Thinking back to those times is like watching a silent film, I can see our lips moving, the motion of her laughing, but I can't hear her voice. Green eyes, freckles, red hair. Her image still flashes in my mind when I masturbate. I can't pinpoint the exact moment when I realised, but at some point in the early 2000's, a teenaged version of me realised that Nicole Fisher was going to be his first.

"Hey, do you wanna have a threesome?" It was probably around when she said that. I remember turning red, dropping my pencil and staring at her like a frightened animal. I don't remember saying anything in response, but she pressed her hand against my shoulder and said, "With me and my boyfriend!"
I shook my head. What was she saying?! She was a year older than me, she said her boyfriend had a huge dick! What if I embarass myself? She's just saying it to make fun of me. Thoughts like these turned over in my head and I kept quiet. I'm not old enough to have sex anyway.

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