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Anonymous 15/05/26(Tue)04:03 No. 23603 ID: 3b2173

>>23047
Hey not trying to up my post since it's probably too vague, but the story may have ben on freeadult2000 since I remember I had liked many soren's stories. Does anyone know if they are still up somewhere?




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

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




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

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 15/04/23(Thu)15:31 No. 23495 ID: fd8b2e

This needs to be on the front page ;)


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Rachael Avarie!!IuBGZ0LmOz 15/05/19(Tue)23:34 No. 23584 ID: 8fa1b5

Chapter 9

As the day approached noon, Julia found herself sitting with her parents, casually sipping a sports drink.

The eight hundred meter loomed, and suddenly looked to be a huge event for their age group. Ten minutes before the start, coach Frayman announced that it would be open – meaning anyone in their age group could join in, regardless of whether they qualified. After a little prodding, Julia managed to persuade Sandy to join.

** “Might as well, I’m not doing any other long distance events,” Sandy grumbled. “But I warn you, I’m probably going to come stone last.”

Evidently Sandy wasn’t the only one who felt this way. More DNQ girls joined them near the starting line as the lower age group finished off their event. Some of them looked very unenthusiastic, but resigned. Two of them were significantly more pudgy, and were laughing the race off. They weren’t going to run, they were going to slog.

But Elise and Paige there there too, as were Iola and Gerri. It would be an interesting race. Julia almost wished Antionette and Vivka were joining them, but it was already a bit crowded. The twins were pointedly ignoring Julia, or pretending to. She caught one of them glance her way when she thought Julia wasn’t looking.

The previous race finally finished, the last stragglers staggering across the finish, some of them clutching their sides and collapsing into a crouch.

Things took a turn for the worse for Julia’s event when the officials announced the boys in their age group would be joining their race. There were a lot of boo’s from the girls at this, but a few looked thoughtful. The boys, who had been standing mostly silently behind them, moved forwards. Their group was just as large, and the starting line was looking very crowded. The row had doubled up, and the fastest runners were jostling for a position on the front row. The twins got near the outside lane in front, and Julia tried to squeeze to the front on the inside lane. The boys weren’t having it, and she tried shifting back, only to realize she was surrounded. Almost three full rows. The coach called for silence and quickly pushed gunpowder into his starting pistol.
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Anonymous 15/05/26(Tue)10:47 No. 23606 ID: 9b382f

Yes. YES. YES.




FutaFempregger 15/03/14(Sat)06:00 No. 23374 ID: d653e8 [Reply]

Hi folks, I've read elit from the chans and elsewhere for awhile, and decided to try writing one myself. This is a repost of what I just wrote on 99chan earlier, just wanted to give it some more exposure, also feel I have a better chance at feedback here, since 7chan's elit seems more active.

Tags with be put up for each chapter, but the overall theme is Futa/Fempreg.

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Tags: (Dick growth, Futa, Solo, Forced, Fempreg)

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Fuuko wasn’t certain why she suddenly felt a chill go up her spine as she stepped away from the old woman who had just been fired from the coffee shop by her boss yesterday, but something definitely was… off. The woman had been fired by Fuuko’s boss for being late for the 4th day in a row, and even after having only worked there for 2 weeks so far, it was abundantly clear that she was never going to work out. Her name was Felicia, and she had applied for the job because her social security wasn't paying her enough, so she needed a source of income to supplement it. She had a weird habit of reading people’s palms at random times of day during slow periods and giving fortunes, and while Fuuko thought she was a really nice woman (and so did many customers) she weirded out Fuuko’s boss too much, and couldn't do her job properly. It all started the day after the woman had been fired, and had come back to say goodbye.

“Fuuko, are you there?” came Felicia’s voice while Fuuko was checking stock. She came out and saw the old woman, and her face lit up. Felicia was fairly frumpy individual, and her age clearly showed in her mid-seventies, but even with her appearance and weird habits she gave off a warm feeling of motherly affection mixed with a little feistiness and spryness stemming from her life experiences. For someone like Fuuko, who whose upbringing in Japan had always been raised to respect her elders, she held her in high regard and they had formed a fast friendship. It’s a shame she lacked proficiency to do her work, although the fact that Fuuko’s boss was going through a mid-life crisis, and she was terrified of looking at anything that remotely reminded her of growing old didn't help matters.

“Hi! I’m sorry about what happened the other day. I hope everything will be alright.”
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Anonymous 15/05/16(Sat)12:37 No. 23570 ID: 9c682f

>>23550
Literally the only thing I come here for is this story anymore.
This place always seems to have tags in waves,
And I'm just glad someone well written has futa's reigns.

Patiently waiting for Moar.


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Anonymous 15/05/16(Sat)12:37 No. 23571 ID: 9c682f

>>23550
Literally the only thing I come here for is this story anymore.
This place always seems to have tags in waves,
And I'm just glad someone well written has futa's reigns.

Patiently waiting for Moar.


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Shadow 15/05/26(Tue)07:25 No. 23605 ID: eb32ff

Good for a first effort. Even some plot going on. The futa on guy thing isn't my thing, but that's just me personally. I'm all for more impreg and I don't mind loli, and I'm interested in seeing how this turns out.




The Laws of Hospitality Mg, gg, or so it would seem... 12/10/26(Fri)20:17 No. 17526 ID: 5e7fa1 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Another Saturday, and my 'guest' was still playing her strange game. Wherever I went, she followed, gaze unwavering. It was a predator's stare, so out of place on that little wisp of a girl, but I was used to it by now, and I barely noticed anymore. It's amazing what you can get used to, given enough time. It had been more than a month since she'd levered herself into my home and life, and she had yet to speak a single word. Having seen what I had, I was inclined to let her keep her silence. Living without conversation was no great burden for me, so I'd eventually managed to regain some sense of normalcy. I gave each task my full attention, pouring my focus into every action. I made a ritual of yet another mundane task as I made us both eggs and french toast, as we ate in silence, as I cleaned up after. I didn't notice at all how my shirt's too-big collar slipped, careless, down one slender, pale shoulder. I didn't watch as she licked daintily at a spot of syrup on her delicate finger, her eyes never leaving me as she slid it between her lips. I pointedly avoided noticing the way a lock of her hair, dark and straight and silky smooth, only slightly mussed despite the night's sleep, fell across her cheek in a way the begged my fingers to brush it back behind her ear. I was so busy not noticing that I damn near missed my mouth with my next bite, and the laughter danced behind those deep dark eyes, so deep you could drown in them, so dark they might as well be black.

I finished quickly, then stood, taking my plate. I could do just as good a job not noticing at the sink as anywhere. I didn't take her plate for the same reason one does not take an antelope from a feeding lion. She'd leave it when she chose, syrup and powdered sugar scattered like blood and offal, but I'd deal with that when the time came.

I spent the morning in the studio, along with my exra shadow. I'd packed up everything but the old Bride of Frankenstein to ship out on Monday. To tell the truth, I didn't really have anything left to do, but it was a grand old poster, and I enjoyed looking at it. Ray had sent it to me faded, folded, and dog-eared, but it had still been a beautiful poster for all that. God knows where he'd found it, but that was his business. I just made her pretty again. She'd fetch $200,000 at the very least, if I didn't miss my guess. The way the market had picked up lately, and with Ray running the auction I wouldn't be surprised at all if she went for double that. I spent an hour or two making a few final touches, but I was mostly running on force of habit. It had been done for a few days now, I just liked looking at it.

On the way out, I passed an empty canvas. That was for my own work. I hadn't done a project of my own in months now. I kept meaning to, but it never seemed like the right time. None of my originals ha Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Non-Anonymous 15/05/15(Fri)08:01 No. 23565 ID: b3e330

even if you're not 1000% satisfied with what you have written for the next installment of this, we'll gladly take it.


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Uninvited 15/05/15(Fri)20:33 No. 23568 ID: 87ea0e

I've had the two worst weeks at my dayjob that I've had in the whole time I've been there, so I haven't even been doing my main writing recently, but things are looking up, and I'm working on it this weekend.


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Non-Anonymous 15/05/26(Tue)06:18 No. 23604 ID: b3e330

>>23568
so long as you draw breath, things can get better. whenever you're ready to share what you've got, we'll be here.




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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Alternative Sentence, conclusion AnonyMPC 15/05/21(Thu)19:18 No. 23592 ID: a609fb

The Journal of Hillary Gibson, Lifelog Date 5664 (rounded up), 6:40pm:
[[Soundtrack: Make a Man Out Of You, by The Peripherals]]

I've decided. This is the night. I'm going to lay it all on the line. I can't decide what I want to say, so I'm going to let him make the decisions. I'm just going to wait until he goes down for something to eat, and then bend down in front of him. Wearing this:

[[Inset: Short video of Hillary, wearing an ultra-short, ultra-tight purple skirt and tube top. When she stands, it's risque, but covers everything that needs to be covered. But as the video continues, she bends over, and it's very evident that she's not wearing underwear, especially as she's wearing high heels. Hillary gives a sultry smile at the mirror, although her face is more flush than usual.]]

If he comments on it at all, I'm going to tell him that he can activate it any time. I'm totally at his mercy. I know it, he knows it, why pretend otherwise?

Then I'll see what he says, play it by ear. Maybe he didn't really want to fuck me, he just wanted the popularity from having done it. I can respect that. But if he's just holding back from what he wants because he's worried about my feelings... well, if I learned nothing from this experience is that life can be surprisingly fun when nobody respects my feelings, and it's time he learned that about me. And it's time he learned to be a man, go for what he wants. In a way, he helped me, so I'm going to return the favor in my own special way and do my best to make him rape me.

So we'll see what happens.

Seriously, what the fuck am I doing? This is insane. I must have brain damage or something. My heart's pounding, and I feel a little sick, like my body's telling me that I should abandon this plan without saving. But as scared as I am, I'm doing it.

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Anonymous 15/05/23(Sat)17:43 No. 23601 ID: 6799e9

Very Good.


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Anonymous 15/05/24(Sun)04:54 No. 23602 ID: 4c2b43

The story felt a lot different from your normal ones and seemed shorter. I liked it all anyways though.




Accidental Motherfucker Evil+Empire 14/11/28(Fri)12:39 No. 22880 ID: 38de42 [Reply]

Accidental Motherfucker


(futa on female, teen, incest (daughterxmother), shower masturbation


Jerking off in the shower is almost always an exercise in frustration for me. Even while I'm fapping away there's an invisible clock in the back of my head ticking away the seconds until either I run out of hot water or Mom busts into the bathroom to yell at me for using up said hot water. On top of that, for me standing up while jerking my cock isn't the most comfortable position, it's much easier to spank out a load sitting or lying down. But mostly it's that fucking clock in the back of my head counting down the seconds that makes jerking off in the shower so damn har-er, difficult.

Given a choice I'd much rather toss a load off in my bedroom and I usually do when given the opportunity. That is, when my little sister isn't home or is otherwise occupied with something that keeps out of our bedroom. Yeah, I share my bedroom with my sister. How much does that absolutely blow?

Anyway, to get to the point, my sister was home and I was furiously beating off in the shower. I stroked my well-soaped cock with my right hand while clutching a bar of soap in my left in case my cock needed a re-soaping.

I was in the zone, or nearly so. I could feel that familiar and welcome pressure at the back of my cock and I knew that soon I would reach the point of no return. I was fantasizing about the girls in my gym class. Or more specifically, fantasizing about fucking them all in the girl's locker room. I pictured them all naked and lined up; faces pressed to the cold concrete floor with their smooth round asses up in the air for my inspection.

As my fantasy-self lined up behind a pretty blonde whom I hated I groaned and tilted my head back. I was so close! The thought of hate-fucking that little bitch was driving me closer to the edge and I pushed my body into a taut arc, standing up on my tippy-toes in anticipation of my long-awaited cum.
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Anonymous 15/05/21(Thu)08:11 No. 23589 ID: 938890

Looks like the author left.

Does anyone want me to continue this?


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Tunderhill 15/05/22(Fri)06:36 No. 23599 ID: 62b1d7

>>23589

Yeah! Every chapter he posted only got one response! Why would he ever leave? What was wrong with him!? It's like he thought only one person was reading and it wasn't worth his time!


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Anonymous 15/05/22(Fri)14:06 No. 23600 ID: bb3bad

a shame really it was a good story i generally don't leave a reply because im terrible at critique and just saying something like "did jizz was good" just feels odd to me




Muckrakers, Slutmakers, and Fucktakers - a Phil Phantom Tribute AnonyMPC 15/05/21(Thu)21:56 No. 23593 ID: a609fb [Reply]

Another Phil Phantom tribute. This one was started a year or two ago but, like many such stories, I lost steam halfway through. Suddenly picked it up again while writing the latest iCity story and finished it up quick (and also used it to try out one or two things before I put it in the other story). As usual, I realize most people don't like these as much as my other work, and I don't care, I'm posting it anyway.
Muckrakers, Slutmakers, and Fucktakers - a Phil Phantom Tribute (mf, mg, Mg, beast, ws, Fg, Fb, bond, inc)

An irresponsible online news story turned our town upside down, inside out, head over heels, and ass over teakettle. That last expression never made much sense to me, but if we changed it to 'ass over windowsil' it would become startlingly accurate to something that happened in the first weeks of aftermath of that Muckraker's story.

That was his name, The Bayport Muckraker, the only name we ever knew, although I've heard a few people jokingly refer to him as Saint Muckraker. He was an online blogger, unaccountable and anonymous, who thought he was speaking truth to power and exposing the seedy underbelly of Bayport, posting about such yawn-worthy scandals like a city-councilman expensing home renovations to the city, or the mayor awarding an important contract to his brother-in-law's business. As you might expect, his blog probably didn't get more than a dozen hits on any one story, until he came out with an impossible-seeming story that caught the public imagination and went viral. "Bayport Pedophile Ring Conditions Middle School Girls Into Sex Toys" the headline went, which just showed he wasn't a real journalist. It was lurid, sure, attention-grabbing, absolutely, but a real journalist would be punchier. "Brainwashed Baby Bimbos of Bayport," maybe, or "Junior High Neighborhood Sluts," or maybe "One Weird Trick That Makes Pedos Dreams Come True." But I guess when you're telling a story that insane and outrageous, you can get away with a long, awkward headline.

The news of the story blew through the whole town in hours... it's a small town, gossip moved fast, and even if the Internet hadn't helped I'm sure by the end of that day everyone would have heard the details: There was, supposedly, an organized effort by a pedophile ring in the Bayport area, one that had been going on for years, with a tried and tested method to condition young girls into sex toys, perfect obedient little fuckdolls. The article referred to this ring as the Slutmakers, and the girls they targeted as Fucktakers, because afterwards, that's all they were destined for, taking a good hard fucking or a load of gooey fuck in one of their holes.

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continued AnonyMPC 15/05/21(Thu)22:51 No. 23596 ID: a609fb

Who "Baby" might be was the source of some of the juiciest rumors. Kit Billingsly was a popular choice, as was Nicole Fellheimer, who hadn't been caught doing anything but everybody suspected was... she was dressing like a middle school slut before the news broke, and you don't wear skirts that short unless you're advertising something, but her parents kept an eagle eye on her since the rumor broke so nobody had been able to get her alone and try it out... except, perhaps, daddy, but if so, neither of them were talking. There were plenty of other girls who got briefly fingered as "Baby" (and often briefly fingered during the accusation) but there was never any solid proof, or there was too much proof because the girl had proudly mouthed off about what she'd done.

Some of those early rumors even centered on my family, about my little girl Hailey.

Now, as her mother, right from the start, I disbelieved those rumors. I just knew, deep down in my heart, that it couldn't be Hailey. For one thing, she wouldn't be twelve for another four months when the Muckraker's story hit. For another, I was certain the girl just could not keep a secret like that, not from me. She hasn't kept such secrets before. No, Hailey's not a pure innocent virgin, and I wouldn't have that been surprised if she was also playing the game of pretending to be one of the Fucktakers for popularity among the boys. All I would have been surprised by was that I hadn't heard about it, from her own mouth. She certainly had a history even at her young age, although the attention was from men, not boys.

See, that's always been Hailey's problem. The girl is practically molester-bait. Or molester-nip, maybe, since with bait the goal is to trap them. In a few short years I've known several men who've taken what might be called 'indecent liberties' with her. I don't know what it is, whether it's her long blonde hair, her pouty lips, her creamy skin, or what. Plenty of people would assume it was the advanced bosom for her age. The girl's certainly got a chest to be proud of, far more than I had at her age, where I only dreamed of looking like her. She looks like an adult woman's bust got put on a child's body, just shrunk to scale. At my birthday dinner one year, just three weeks before Hailey's own eleventh birthday, my boyfriend at the time suggested that he'd get my daughter a bra for her birthday, because she needed one now that she had "more than a handful" and then went on to prove it by pulling her onto his lap and cupping and squeezing them, under the shirt. He was right, she did have more than a handful, and he didn't have small hands by any means. She got all embarrassed, though, not like a slut, and clearly she had no problems telling me that he later came into her room a Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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continued AnonyMPC 15/05/21(Thu)22:56 No. 23597 ID: a609fb

I know, that makes me sound like an awful mother, letting my boyfriends do what they want with her, but, again, it's not like she was this delicate, innocent child who'd never even heard of sex. Hailey'd been around the block, even before she her age was in double digits, already molester-nip, with a few regular molesters that she never discouraged. Some of her teachers, for instance, she'd tell me that they came on to her. I guess it's no surprise a profession like teaching would also attract pedophiles, and I had to be the one to point out that, and how she should be glad he picked her out of all the girls to be focused on. It probably was those pouty lips back then, before she had breasts. I told her that it was her choice, she could either tell and get the cool teacher who liked her removed and maybe get some horrible witch to replace him, or she could keep quiet, play the game, let them obsess over her, swallow a little cum, and maybe get her slacking grades up in the process. Her grades did go up, and I rarely had to pack a lunch for her. It's not like the taste of cum bothered her, she's been drinking it for her uncle Marty since she was eight.

That one did freak me out some, when that started, and she just about told the world what was happening, and that was when he was just fondling her. See, my little brother is special needs. He's about average, maybe just below average, intelligence, but not so much that you'd notice, and he's got hyperactivity, but his real problem is a latex allergy and a pathological fear of masturbating. If he gets horny too long, sometimes he acts out. He was always grabbing my tits when he was young, and when my daughter was around, well, it certainly didn't help that she liked running around in nothing but panties, because he'd stick his hands in for warmth. Hailey wasn't bothered by what he was doing, hell, she liked it, but she did have a big mouth and was talking about how Uncle Marty was always playing the tickle game with her while my parents and a few friends were over for a dinner party. I knew what that meant, because I know Marty, but luckily nobody else did, or if they did they kept quiet, and I made an excuse to send Hailey to her room before she elaborated, and then later asked her myself, just to be sure, and sure enough, she told me every dirty detail. I had to tell her the golden rule, that there was secret stuff and public stuff, and you don't tell secret stuff when it's about family, even with other family, because it can destroy the family forever. Of course, in defining what 'secret stuff' was, I had to have much more of a sex talk than I was expecting with an eight-year-old girl, and about Marty's problem, at a level a girl her age could understand.

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conclusion AnonyMPC 15/05/21(Thu)23:01 No. 23598 ID: a609fb

Still, all of that was relatively tame stuff, the kind of light, safe, molesting any pretty little girl might encounter alone with an older guy with too high a sex drive. The stories told by the Muckraker were on a whole other level, and that level of perversion just didn't seem to fit with my little girl. I mean, some of the things he reported witnessing "Baby" do beggared belief. I had good reasons for not believing many of them. Sucking off a pony? Where would they even go for that? Dogs, maybe, but Hailey's always been anxious around them. Bukkake parties in a backroom at a comic convention? Whenever Marty and his roommate took her to one of those, she was always so obsessive about her costume that I couldn't imagine her risking dirtying it up with anything sexual. Gangbang on the beach? She always complained about getting sand in her ass when we went to the beach, so it was hard to believe she'd have sex there. Being in the middle of a bisexual threesome? That was hard to imagine, and I'd tried... I'd also tried walking around in a loose robe and no underwear just to see if Hailey showed any interest in girls, and she didn't even bat an eye. Letting guys pee in her mouth? She complained whenever there was a little dribble of pee on the toilet seat!

Not to mention of course the biggest issue, the obsessive denial when questioned about it or presented with evidence, the reputed ability to pass a lie detector. I had a hard time believing that could be done, at least not without conditioning that bordered on brainwashing. And the more significant problem there is... who has the time? I don't believe in instant hypnosis, and while you can probably brainwash somebody into anything, given enough time, there just didn't seem to be any guy around for long enough to do that sort of thing. Her life's too full of typical kid stuff... school, visits with the grandparents, sleepovers at friends houses, babysitting, girl scouts, one-on-one bonding trips with whatever guy I'm seeing, and so on. Aside from that, she's with me all the time, or when I'm not there, Chloe. Other than her or my brother, who she spends occasional weekends with, nobody else has the long stretches of uninterrupted time to do the kind of extended reprogramming I imagined would be necessary, and I really don't think either of them would. I trust Chloe, and my little brother... well, he may be a pervert, but he's not that smart or patient. Besides, what would he even need to brainwash her for? Like I said, she already lets him nut off in any of her holes, which is more than most girls her age will do for their uncle. When I was her age, I would only use my hands on mine! I wouldn't even taste it. At that age I was still in my "anything from a boy's body is icky" phase.

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San Francisco Wazzles !JUD7F1CtU. 14/08/06(Wed)19:22 No. 22193 ID: e633c7 [Reply]

Hello all.
I've written some short stories so I'll keep this short. It's a story about loving a dickgirl and the heartache and buttache that comes with it. It's my first longstory, it's slow. It's not done yet: I want the readers to pick a cool ending. I have about 6 chapters ready to go with a few more in the draft stages. If this thread dies I will make it clear. Hopefully that doesn't happen. If you find any typos, inconsistencies or fuckups please let me know.
Hope you enjoy.

global tags: herm on male, mf, femdom, futadom, reluctance, group, kinda romancey

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Prologue:


I gulped. It was only a natural response, when something is clogging up your windpipe you have two choices - cough or swallow or suffocate. I can’t be blamed for picking the latter can I?
“Good boooy” she goaded, one hand on my throat, feeling my hyoid bone slide gooey contents down the tube. Her other hand brushed sweaty hair out of my eyes and tears from the side of my face. They weren’t tears of pain or sadness. Okay, maybe a little bit of pain. I gasped for my first full lung of air since we started, now my throat was completely empty, if it weren’t for the sticky sides - the way it clung to the walls like fried eggs. Stop thinking about eggs I focused on her face, flushed and pleased. My eyes, only slightly defiant, stared up into hers through the dark. I could still see them glitter with satisfaction as they wandered past mine, over me to the other side of the room. Hidden under the blankets I couldn’t see what was happening there, even if I could hear it; gentle moans and heady grunts, two different voices. Bronte’s hand went from my throat to my chin and a single finger beckoned me up her body, my tongue dragging up her sweat lined skin. She giggled in response.
“You’re getting good” she claimed, pulling my body against hers once we were face to face, naked skin touching naked skin. She had a little smirk on her face that looked like ’I know you enjoy it’
She planted a kiss on my forehead and her hands roamed over my skin. “Roll over” gestured, pushing my hips slightly. I silently agreed and turned to my other side - little spoon. From here I could see where the noise was coming from -

“That’ll be you tomorrow” Bronte claimed, both her promise and my body.

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Anonymous 15/04/27(Mon)05:30 No. 23503 ID: b0de2d

Can't wait for you to get a computer to put the next chapter.

Pain you say? Depends on what kind. The pain of getting fucked in the ass is no worries, but it physically makes me anxious that I don't know if Bronte really cares about protag or if he really is just a toy.

Personally hoping she actually cares. But it's your story and I'm interested to see the next part.

BTW; your writing is motherfuckin' top notch.


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Anonymous 15/04/28(Tue)00:12 No. 23504 ID: b0de2d

>>23503
But she clearly fucked Liam. That's what that taste was. He's alpha, so she's in girl-mode. Have pretty much accepted he means nothing to her, and that she just wants to subjugate.

But I can still hope!


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Anonymous 15/05/20(Wed)04:52 No. 23586 ID: 422008

I am really looking forward to next chapter




The Tape Tunderhill 15/04/11(Sat)23:27 No. 23465 ID: 62b1d7 [Reply]

Summary: Summer, a girl in high school, has the perfect life with the perfect boyfriend. One day, she receives a DVD in the mail. On it is her boyfriend dressed as girl and at the mercy of five horny men. Instead of being disgusted...Summer is aroused and gets off. She keeps receiving tapes, but what is happening on them is escalating...and her boyfriend begins to change.

Contains: M/M/M/M/M, M/M, forced feminization, cosplay, mind-break, drugs toys, rape, anal, creampie, domination/submission, crossdressing, prostitution, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sadism, bondage, masochism, male solo, female solo, (later) M/F

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!? WHY DID I WRITE THIS!? WHY DID I THINK OF THIS!? Probably because I'm a sick fuck. Well, while I'm still not in prison, you guys can enjoy this.

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Chapter 1

Summer, a teenage girl, was sitting on a blanket in the park. It was a lovely day for a picnic. The birds were chirping and sun was bright. A pleasant breeze blew around her, making Summer sniff at the warm air. She smiled and sighed back out. Most teenagers her age were discontent, angry, and unhappy. She was the opposite. She was perfectly content. She had parents that let her be free, she made good grades, she had friends who adored her, and she had a boyfriend who was sensitive, nice, and liked the things she liked. Her life was perfect, almost in every way. She just sat back and enjoyed it all.

“Sorry about that!” said a gentle voice behind her. Summer turned and grinned.

“It's alright Adam, I don't mind.” she said. Her boyfriend Adam sat beside her on the blanket. Summer and Adam, along with Adam's older brother, had met each other on the first day of elementary school. They had been inseparable since. Adam wasn't the stud of the school, far from it. He was small, but very handsome. He had soft, curling hair, fair skin and pretty blue eyes. Some of the other girls at school thought he had that boy-band look. It didn't matter what they thought however. Adam and Summer had always had a thing for each other, even from an early age. They liked the exact same things. They had the same taste in clothes, art, and music. The other guys might make fun of him for not being the manliest of men, but he was just perfect for Summer.
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Tunderhill 15/05/17(Sun)03:42 No. 23576 ID: 62b1d7

>>23575

Calm down. I just couldn't really understand what you were saying. I'm not attacking you. If you want to read stories here you can.


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Anonymous 15/05/18(Mon)01:23 No. 23580 ID: 73795e

>>23576
Forgive me. I wanted to say what if those bastards that blackmailed and beats Adam and Brian will forced Adam/Amy to go hooking outside, in the dark criminal district of the city full of drugs and prostitutes. What if in this part will be no tape, Summer will face with Amy by accident in the street, will follow her to the hookers place where Amy will prostitute herself. Poor Amy will acting like white trash whore, because this will be only way to save Brian life, bastards will kill Brian if Amy will not do that they want.


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Tunderhill 15/05/20(Wed)04:15 No. 23585 ID: 62b1d7

>>23580

That is actually a really good idea. I wish I had thought of it. However, I have this story planned out already. This entire story is set up to have an unexpected twist (unexpected ending). I like your idea, and I may do something like it in the future. I appreciate you reading this.




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