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BFORE YOU POST, KNOW THIS! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:25 No. 8547 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts] Stickied

ALL REQUESTS FOR STORIES OR STORY CONTENT ARE TO GO IN THIS THREAD! ALL STORY REQUESTS NOT POSTED IN THIS THREAD WILL BE DELETED AND THE POSTER MAY BE BANNED. ALL COMMENTS QUESTIONS, AND OTHER OF THE LIKE ARE TO GO HERE AS WELL! Also, if you don't have constructive comments, keep them to yourself. Or you'll get banned for being an ass. This is not /b/, you have been warned.

Make sure that you check out http://asstr.org or http://storiesonline.net, or any other of the fine erotic literature sites, or GOOGLE IT! THEY MAY HAVE THE STORY ALREADY THERE!…Where ever that may be….Also, any plagiarism will result in a BAN!

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Anonymous 15/10/08(Thu)03:14 No. 23900 ID: 5492a9


Thanks :)

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.

FutaFempregger 15/03/14(Sat)06:00 No. 23374 ID: d653e8 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

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.


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


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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Futafempregger 15/08/25(Tue)02:26 No. 23814 ID: deea31


Nah, I'm not going to go too far off the rails, although their is more fempreg in the future. I will be dialing back the dom/sub aspect as the story goes on, but it won't be removed completely

Futafempregger 15/09/26(Sat)22:56 No. 23868 ID: f1276d


Just an update, Currently busy with other business IRL, but will try to get some more work done on the story. May take some time.

Anonymous 15/10/08(Thu)22:10 No. 23901 ID: 2870fe

Looking forward to it.

Window Dressings Anonymous 15/07/23(Thu)08:08 No. 23760 ID: d4d7a3 [Reply]

I had known Shannon for nearly her entire life. Her parents moved into the house next door when I was beginning middle school; she was just barely a toddler at the time. My family was the neighborly type, so we had dinner parties with Shannon and her parents rather frequently. As a kid, I'd play with her and try to entertain her with silly stunts for her amusement. I'd say we developed a pretty strong bond early on. Being that we were both only childs, we had a quasi brother-sister relationship. When she had turned five, for her birthday, her parents paid me to build her a playhouse in their backyard. At her party, when I finally unveiled the little pink house I'd spent many an afternoon making for her, she screamed with disarmingly cute, unbridled joy that could only come from a child. I will never forget the look in her eyes when she ran up to hug me with all her might. At that moment, she truly became sister. I realized I loved her, and there wasn't a doubt in my mind that she loved me, too.

Sadly, over the years we began to slowly drift apart. I was getting too old to keep playing with the little girl next door; I had friends to hang out with, a car to abuse, and ever-increasing responsibilities. Shannon herself began to live her own life as well. She grew into an adorable, charming young girl with so many friends. I still went to her birthday parties but we talked sparingly, and my gifts we never as good as the marvelous playhouse (which was still sitting in her backyard, albeit a little rundown.) The distance between us increased as the years went on. The last vestiges of our once unbreakable bond to each other finally disintegrated as I left for college. I didn't even say goodbye. Whenever I thought about it, I felt a small pang in my heart. I had lost my only sibling to the cruel, unyielding ravages of time.

Before I knew it, four years flew by and I was one of many jobless graduates living back at home with my parents. Shannon was thirteen by now but I hadn't seen her for four years; I realized I really didn't know her anymore. In my mind, she was still the adorable little girl who could effortlessly melt your heart with her charming demeanor. She probably still is, I thought as I updated my LinkedIn account in my upstairs bedroom. It was morning, and my first thoughts as I wake up these days are of my lack of employment. It went without saying that I needed a job. I craved the independent lifestyle I had so caustically led in college. Curious about Shannon, I walked over to my window which faced her house. For a few moments, I gazed around thinking about my memories of my long lost sister. Not much about her house had changed. I spotted the playhouse; it was looking pretty shabby. Specks of dirt crept up the walls and the pink paint was almost completely faded to white from the sun. I let out a shallow sigh and went downstairs to make myself breakfast.

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Anonymous 15/10/06(Tue)02:35 No. 23892 ID: 5492a9


Anonymous 15/10/06(Tue)02:35 No. 23893 ID: 5492a9


Anonymous 15/10/07(Wed)21:30 No. 23899 ID: d94db9

Same. Op disappointing as usual

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

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

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

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

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

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Anonymous 15/10/06(Tue)01:52 No. 23891 ID: e546cc


Don't bump the thread for retarded posts like these. I was actually excited when I saw it on the top of the board too.

sage sage 15/10/07(Wed)06:37 No. 23897 ID: 735cd1

Heh. I don't think that's fair though, I'm guessing that her/his first language isn't English, and s/he isn't exactly proficient in it.

Anonymous 15/10/07(Wed)17:59 No. 23898 ID: 059a24


Somehow I don't think that his drivel would be any more intelligent coming out of the mouth of a Harvard professor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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CUBE 15/01/20(Tue)11:48 No. 23143 ID: 352360

Is there more ?

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

Wonder what happened next ?

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

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

Roommates (loli) Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)11:32 No. 17319 ID: 5c8966 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.

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Anonymous 15/09/26(Sat)15:53 No. 23866 ID: 400bda


T'was a joke. OP is obviously not a mint alt as he doesn't have anger issues towards people on internet forums

RinFuuma 15/10/04(Sun)04:05 No. 23886 ID: f8eaeb

Seriously can't wait to see more of this. I am loving this story so much please finish it OP! :) Hope to see more of it soon!

Anonymous 15/10/04(Sun)09:09 No. 23888 ID: c5b224

I'm honestly not expecting any updates. Does anyone know anything similar to this story?

A Quiet Evening At Home (Mf+ ped inc beast extreme) Nicholas+Fellheimer 10/08/17(Tue)08:32 No. 9392 ID: 7b23cd [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

A Quiet Evening at Home
- by Nicholas Fellheimer
(with thanks to PuppyLoverDawn!)

As I waited for the dog's thick cock to unknot from my ass and slowly came down from another orgasm, I opened my eyes and stared across the kitchen floor: in the living room, someone was fucking my youngest daughter on the couch, but I couldn't quite make out who it was. Sliding my face across the slick of spit and cum on the linoleum, I tried to get a better look, but the little whore kept thrashing around. Didn't look like her father, at least not from this angle. Probably one of Jeremy's friends.

Now I started wondering where my husband might have gotten off to. And was our back porch light on? He's probably out there selling tickets to the neighbors. I turned, and a rain of piss spattered across my face. Another of Jeremy's friends - in the study, my middle daughter was putting on some sort of slit-licking show with a young lady I had not yet been introduced to, much to the delight of the boys.

A second stream hit my face, followed by a third. The bathroom was apparently occupied, so someone had announced that the kitchen floor was now the place to piss. A dripping dick was wiped dry in my hair, then slipped into my mouth.



Maybe I should start from the beginning.
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Anonymous 15/02/23(Mon)05:42 No. 23311 ID: 2b658d

brilliant stuff

Anonymous 15/02/28(Sat)23:27 No. 23333 ID: 5db6d8

For anybody who wants to read Nicholas' story easier. Somebody reposted his stories here http://fetstories.com/author/Nicholas-Fellheimer/

help!?!?!?!? Anonymous 15/09/28(Mon)13:06 No. 23872 ID: 2c5288

So I admit I was not bright in this but I never saved the pics that sparrow and the other awesome artist did for him...please help.

Uninvited\UncleRick Listen to Tombs 14/12/07(Sun)07:06 No. 22915 ID: 7e9f2f [Reply]

Mg, noncon, violence

Due to unexpected circumstances, I am currently limited to my phone. Haven't done any extensive writing on my phone, and I made the mistake of trying to switch to a different program for the editing. Turns out I had to switch file formats, which had a number of unforseen odd effects. One of which was the way a random group of sentences in nearly every paragraph was repeated three times.

It was a real pain in the ass to get it back into even this good of shape, it was an enormous pain in the ass doing this on a touchscreen, I didn't really feel up to going over it again for a true editing pass, and I might have even missed quite a few formatting mistakes. Hope you still find some thing to tickle your fantasy.

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My payday was right were he said she'd be, shuffling along the dirt path with downcast eyes. I wondered what tiny troubles burdened her tender, young soul. I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl. It was always a prince they wanted, in my experience. E E Even the whores, and camp followers who were little better, would giggle and whisper behind their hands when the Prince Regent rode past. Didn't matter that he was balding with gap teeth and a weak chin, his clothes were silk and velvet, his chains were gold, and his long legged charger alone was worth more than I'd ever earned, begged, borrowed or stolen in my life.

Sorry little girl, he's not a prince, but you're still quite the lucky young girl. She was younger than I'd been lead to believe, in all honesty, but that was none of my business. The rest of the description fit her to a T, even the parts I'd assumed were exaggeration. The rest of the description fit her to a T, even the parts I'd assumed were exaggeration.

I waited for her to come up the path a bit then jumped out, practically on top of her already, and gave her my best leer. She rabbit ed with a terrified shriek, and I gave chase, doing my best impression of Malcolm the Molester.

Malcolm had been a veteran by the time i joined, and had survived a number of engagements already, though he'd gone more than a little cracked. Back during the seige, when the only things to do were drill, drink, fight, and fuck, he'd choose fuck every time it was an option. When he wasn't fucking, he was talking about it. Almost never talked about anything else. It had become something of a company tradition to wait outside the whores' tent and cheer him on while he hurle Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 15/06/16(Tue)17:28 No. 23672 ID: f68fe3


I hear that.

Bkil 15/06/17(Wed)03:56 No. 23676 ID: 68e456

Thirded, I have high hopes for Tombs and Julea.

Great story Anonymous 15/10/02(Fri)02:27 No. 23882 ID: 86a905

Definately bumping. This story is awesome. Author could have abbreviated the sex into a pg13 version (inb4 no sex in pg13) and it still would have been a good read. It that's not why we come to elit

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 15/09/29(Tue)08:14 No. 23874 ID: 2d87ac


Anonymous 15/10/01(Thu)01:39 No. 23876 ID: 84aa5c

more, brilliant work

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

Nice work so far

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