Is OP even here anymore? Jesus Christ.

goddamn OP at least give us a sign you're still alive and writing!

>>19275
odds are OP is at least alive. maybe the asshole above demotivated him?

Op here, there was an earthquake in my locale and everyone I knew is dead. I sit atop the sundered earth looking down at the flaming ruins of everything I used to love. Frankly; I just haven't been in the mood to write.

But I think now I am ready.
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Time had passed. It was November now, and it was raining, the kind of rain that you know is going to add up to something. Sara's birthday was close.

We had continued as technically platonic friends, whatever the tensions were. As time went on her curiosity towards me dried up, I was pretty sure she was poking and running away from her teacher's penis on the side. I had taken to furiously masturbating to this idea every morning, leaving me with no further energy to groom the small and probably infertile child, but I had a plan, it was coming together, and it was going to change everything.

Bill's fine, by the way. Fucked out of his mind on ritalin whenever I see him, but sometimes he smiles now.

Anyway, I joined a gym shortly after I left you last, approximately three months ago, and SS/GOMAD had ensured that my true and most aesthetic form now dominated any space I was in. I had purchased a shirt one size too small, and the time was approaching.

It was midnight. Sara, in her room, sound asleep, her entire tiny body appearing to rise and fall with the rhythm of her breath, had just turned twelve. I stood watching. The air was still, the time was apt.

I returned to my quarters, it would only be a brief stay. I had just entered the seventh day of nofap and could feel the 141% spike in testosterone coursing my unholy veins. My cock hung heavy, dripping a trail wherever I went, it had been like this for hours.

I donned my small shirt, robe and wizard hat, and proceeded through the apartment towards the girl.

When I walked in I could smell her. She had moved since last I was here, her head was hung behind a pillow, her bare chest pointing upwards and her arms feebly maneuvering the covers down as if she was desperate to escape her own heat, or simply to embrace the cold. I had never been so hard, and then I saw it; a single pube the crowning glory of her Mons Veneris. This was the will of god.

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I actually just lost my job. What a fucking conga line. Back later.

Is it just me, or is the writing style from this update inconsistent with previous ones? I don't know if this was really OP....

i agree, i don't think it's OP either, besides the quality of the writtings has declined in this last post

>>19289


Kindly Get The Fuck Out and stop trying to impersonate someone with talent, you can't even do that well.

Shitty imposter, but...

>Op here, there was an earthquake in my locale and everyone I knew is dead. I sit atop the sundered earth looking down at the flaming ruins of everything I used to love. Frankly; I just haven't been in the mood to write.

Fucking dead.

>>19288
>>19289
*Slow clap*

That was hilarious. It was then made all the better by the people actually fooled by it.

Best part:
>>SS/GOMAD had ensured that my true and most aesthetic form now dominated any space I was in. I had purchased a shirt one size too small, and the time was approaching.
Followed closely by Bill's much-needed Ritalin.

I still hate that the OP abandoned the story, but this makes it a little better.

>Op here, there was an earthquake in my locale and everyone I knew is dead. I sit atop the sundered earth looking down at the flaming ruins of everything I used to love. Frankly; I just haven't been in the mood to write.

I cried laughing.

OP here. Life is much better now. May get back into writing soon, but don't get your panties in a knot waiting.

>>19360
Good to hear that. Good luck with everything, man.