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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 1

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

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

Aaaaand we're back

Rachael Avarie!!IuBGZ0LmOz 19/05/27(Mon)00:25 No. 26076 ID: b0999c

Wow it's been a while. I have been busy. What's happened since I last posted? I moved home (4 times), changed jobs (3 times), moved to another country, got writers block, lost a bunch work on this story due to changing to a different hard drive... but here we go!

Disclaimer: All names, places, people, ideas herein are 100% fictional. But you already knew that. Not really any lewd content in this chapter, but the story makes some progress.

Chapter 11

A siren pealed through the night, cutting off abruptly, as a fourth police car all but squealed to a halt off a slight bend along Rigby Road. There was an ambulance too, though things seemed a bit unhurried with the paramedics. Three of them stood in a circle talking softly, as the police drew up yellow tape, cordoning off part of the road. A stunned truck driver sat on the bank staring blankly, as a policeman stood nearby, holding a notepad and taking notes. Another walked up, muttered something to the other, who shook his head, and then moved closer to the truck driver, demanding something a bit louder. The driver gestured down the road, then pointed toward the paramedics. It was a dark evening, and growing darker, but the pool of blood on the gravelly tar was clearly visible, and everyone nearby was side-stepping it.


Mrs Gia Sharinotte dialed a client, tapping her long nail sporadically on the softwood, browsing her online business' website. She liked to let the phone ring about 12 times. Less, and she might as well not be trying, more, and well... it could be considered rude or persistent if her client was in the middle of something. She hung up after 14 rings. She stood up, leaving the phone lying on her desk. She went to the bathroom, it was a nice day, perhaps she could get some washing on. She needed a distraction, something was bothering her. She grabbed some clothing tossed carelessly on the floor, and heaped it into a nearby washing basket, then went the short distance to Julia's room. She knocked softly, waited a bit, then knocked more loudly. Odd, Julia was normally up early. She turned to leave, then had a second thought, and opened the bedroom door. The room was dark, the curtains mostly drawn, the bed partially made - and empty, a few school books scattered on the desk, and a stray blouse over the back of a chair. She left the blouse, Julia was probably planning on wearing it still, but the pair of socks on the floor - those went into the wash. She frowned, closing the door softly behind her. Julia must have gone out early. She was a fairly independent girl, so Mrs Sharinotte was not overly worried. She went off to do the washing, putting it out of mind for the time being.


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Anonymous 19/06/11(Tue)02:52 No. 26087 ID: dc4418

Four years later, an update! Glad you're alive OP, this story's quite interesting.

Can't wait to see what happens next.

Neon and eyeliner. IrishDevil !!plAwNkZmL5 18/02/22(Thu)07:13 No. 25393 ID: ef02bd [Reply]

Alright folks, this will be coming out in parts.


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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Anonymous 19/05/13(Mon)01:14 No. 26068 ID: 7f3269

I agree, this is good story my dude

IrishDevil+!!RjAQN1MwOu 19/06/09(Sun)07:04 No. 26084 ID: ceba6d

Over the next few months I noticed odd glances from Bree every now and again. She seemed unusually tense at times and slightly more closed off than I was used to. I interpreted this as a teenager thing and gave it little thought, though it concerned me a bit.

Finally, in November, the doctors had determined through several x-rays and physical exams that my casts were ready to come off. I've always been a quick healer, but without all the help and care that Bree had been giving me I'm sure I would have been in casts and on crutches for much longer. Physical therapy started not long afterward, and I also decided to go out and get back to shooting and hunting to store up some nice fresh game for the worse part of winter. I didn't really need to, mind you, but I liked to. It was better to have venison and boar and wild fowl for the occasional meal than always eating store-bought-pumped-full-of-preservatives meat. Especially when I wanted to build up the muscle mass I'd lost over the last few months.

It was on one of these hunting trips that I had stepped in behind Bree to correct her posture with the old .308 she'd grown fond of using. She tensed up in an unusual way and her jaw and neck tensed when I had leaned in by her ear to correct her left arm and give her better stability. She recovered quickly and took everything I had said. By the end of the trip I'd bagged a large deer and she'd bagged a grouse and two sizable rabbits. I had briefly asked her about the tensing on the way back, and she'd simply muttered an apology.

Returning home, we had butchered up the meat and shrink-wrapped it for the deep freeze before she finally spoke while we cleaned our hands off.
"Dad, you know the girls all kind of fancy you right?" She asked.
I nearly choked on the bottle of water I'd started drinking.
"What? They do!" she laughed as I recovered by punching myself in the chest.
"Goodness knows I know Maven does after that incident in September, but the rest? Really?" I responded with incredulity.
"Well, yeah. You know I was looking at some pictures online the other day from that Goth Club you said used to go to. Mary's mum used to go to the same one. I saw you in a bunch of them. You haven't changed much. Claire saw it and was all 'Oh my god who's that guy with the deathhawk? He's hot! Wait isn't that your da'?' And I had to agree. You should get a deathhawk again, especially with those scars on the side of your head now." She said.
"I can't pull that off anymore!" I protested. "It'd look way too unprofessional!" I ran my fingers through my now very scruffy hair. I hadn't had it cut since the accident.
"Naw, bullshit." she said. "I can make it look nice. If you keep it down during work it'll look nice and Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 19/06/09(Sun)23:25 No. 26086 ID: 46cda8


Jumping Hotdog's Stories JumpingHotdog 19/02/13(Wed)19:25 No. 25953 ID: c27a6c [Reply]

I've been posting my stories to ASSTR for a while now, but since ASSTR is pretty much dead as far as comments go, I'm trying to branch out and post in some new places too.

Chiefly my stories focus on mind control, BDSM and young girls.

My ASSTR archive is here


And I'll post my new stories below.

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Anonymous 19/04/13(Sat)19:33 No. 26049 ID: 4ea7b8

Great recommendations! Any chance of seeing more from you here?

Anonymous 19/06/01(Sat)16:58 No. 26078 ID: e2b27a

>mfw you're the one who wrote game of bones
I've cummed so much to that. Her losing the game and forever becoming a mindless sex slave to her brother. You've got some writing skills friend.
Do you know any places where I could find some stories on young girls dominating and humiliating men/boys. Basically gdom + humiliation is my fetish.

JumpingHotdog 19/06/07(Fri)11:42 No. 26081 ID: 773223


I've got a few stories in the works. Not sure when they'll be done, though. They are longer, multi chapter works and I'm holding off on posting until I've got more done.


Thanks a bunch! I can't think of any gdom on men/boy stories. It's a rather rare genre. I remember reading some stories by Young_Lesbian_Femdom on ASSTR years ago but they were gdom on women.

Mutt Ms. Lizzie 18/08/06(Mon)07:13 No. 25736 ID: 17aae3 [Reply]


(teen girl solo; bestiality)

When she got off the bus, there were no cars in the driveway. When she lingered in the foyer, there were no sounds echoing through the house. When she called out to announce that she was home from school, nobody answered: She was well and truly alone... and, as usual, she planned to take advantage of that! During summer break, Riley's parents tracked down somebody to check in on her throughout the work day—but when school was in session, they found it easier to let her play latchkey kid for two or three hours following the end of a school day. After all, how much trouble could a 14-year-old girl get up to on her own?

Riley hurried up the shag-lined stairs to the second floor, spinning around the banister at the second-story landing and bustling into her room at the end of the hallway. She nudged the door open and deposited her backpack on the ground, kicking her shoes into a lonely corner while she unbuttoned her jean shorts and wiggled out of them. She lingered for just a moment in front of her full-sized hanging mirror, turning this way and that in her pink polka dot undies.

It had been a summer of changes: No longer was her body a flat line! Her hips had flared noticeably, and she'd grown a small A cup's worth of chest practically overnight. There were bigger girls at school, for sure, but the jiggly new boobs she'd cultivated between June and August earned her plenty of attention at school. Just the other day she'd worn a bright blue bra beneath a white tee, and she'd noticed a boy in her history class eyeing her and fidgeting in his seat every few minutes. Riley decided that it was nice to be appreciated.

She'd also managed to wear her mom down over the better part of three months, and just before school resumed she'd cut her chest-length hair short—into a cute little pixie 'do—and bleached it a very flattering blonde. She thought the platinum matched her blue eyes nicely.

Riley peeled her panties off and tossed them in a wad into her half-full hamper, scrutinizing her sex in the mirror. She thought it looked nice, with tiny little lips tucked neatly together—though her clitoris was a little more pronounced than she'd have preferred. A little tuft of dark-brown hair had started to come in at the top of her vulva, and she regularly waffled between shaving it and letting it grow out. Riley thought it made her look sort of... mature? And besides, nobody else was getting a look at it anytime soon, right? Who would she even be shaving for?

Right. Deciding she'd dithered long enough, Riley climbed into bed and settled her back against the wall of pillows that dominated the head of her bead, spreading her legs apart and hiking her knees up. She shut her eyes and let one hand wander down to the tippy top of her sex, planting two fingers ju Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Ms.+Lizzie 19/04/05(Fri)10:02 No. 26034 ID: b1099e


Boy cock, in Riley's humble opinion, tasted a lot like dog and horse cock.

The teacher had sent Adam to find Riley when it became evident that she had lagged behind—and so, of course, he'd found her in perhaps the most compromising position imaginable. Well... at least she wasn't trying to get Butternut to fuck her. That would have been worse. Maybe.

So mortified that she thought she might hurl, Riley begged Adam not to tell anybody. To her great shock, surprise and elation, once he'd picked his jaw up off the floor, Adam agreed—he'd keep Riley's secret... but at a price. He made her promise on the spot to do "that stuff" with him. When she waffled briefly, he pointed out that she'd been willing to suck off a horse, so why not a human? She agreed, of course. What other option did she have? Tell him, 'No, go ahead, let the teacher know I was too busy swallowing horse cum to feed the baby goats'? Not likely!

Now Riley found herself on her knees in her bedroom, sliding Adam's hard cock in and out of her mouth. It was Friday and—as usual—her parents wouldn't be home till midnight, so when Adam texted her asking if he could come over, she said yes.

Frankly, sucking a boy off was way easier than blowing Jake or Butternut. His cock was just a little smaller than her dalmatian's, and way less... spurty! She liked Jake's cum, of course, but the constant swallowing was exhausting. And she couldn't even get the flared tip of Butternut's horse cock into her mouth, so that was a wash by comparison.

But the best part about sucking a boy's cock was that, for the most part, Adam stayed put. He wasn't prone to restlessness like Jake, and the most he'd contributed to this exchange was the occasional grunt and, just moments ago, placing one hand on the back of her head. Riley liked that, though she wasn't entirely sure why.

She bobbed her head, slurping Adam's hard cock into her mouth, then retreated to its tip before sliding her lips back to its base. His veiny shaft throbbed against her tongue, and she thought the whole thing looked neat, shiny from her spit.
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Anonymous 19/04/05(Fri)15:05 No. 26037 ID: bbe66b

Nice! I had given up on this updating, but do please continue.

Anonymous 19/04/27(Sat)02:48 No. 26062 ID: 2e557d

hey come back

Monster Girl. The Clockwork Corpse!!L5LwZ1LmIz 13/01/02(Wed)07:01 No. 18001 ID: 7a73e9 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Look, no time to explain, but here.


Now this.


The first thing he became aware of was the sounds. Rhythmic, aquatic, the lapping and crashing of ocean waves. Such sounds, though as soothing and nostalgic as they were, were not the same sounds he was supposed to be hearing. Then came the pain. Sharp, stabbing, burning. Then came the light. The bright, blinding light. A sun. With a groan he tried to pick himself up, his whole body screaming out in protest as he forced himself to his hands and knees. Through clouded vision he stared at the sand beneath him, stained red and caked with blood. A small wave of salt water came to wash it away, only to spread it around, the white sands taking a pinkish hue. Willing more strength, he pushed himself up, and finally looked at his surroundings.

A long sandy beach stretched far in both directions, before him a thick green forest. Hissing in pain he looked to his side to see a gruesome wound, still bleeding and covered in sand and sea water. He looked behind him; nothing but a vast and endless ocean. Ever slowly, his mind began to clear, and though still groggy from the pain and unconsciousness, he began to remember. The ship. He was on the ship. He remembered that he was in his quarters catching up on his studies when he heard the alarm blaring over the ship’s intercom. Fear gripped him and he ran to his appointed station, ready either to brace for impact or be jettisoned in an escape pod to safety. The very last thing he remembered was the captain calling over the intercom, though he couldn’t remember what it was he was saying before everything when black and silent.

He once more looked around himself; scattered around where various metallic shards of what was most likely part of the ship, though he really couldn’t tell since nothing really struck him as familiar. But then he returned to the beach and the forest. The ship wasn’t even near any planetary object; in fact last he remembered the ship was in a ‘dead zone’; a large portion of space between planets where communication were limited and pirate attacks were common. Then again, a heavily armed military freighter wasn’t a prime target for pirates, so they couldn’t have been attacked. But, then, where was he? Is he, dead? This place was beautiful and he did thought he was in heaven, but then the pain in his side changed that thought. He can’t be in hell; where was all the fire, the screaming souls of the damned? Was he in the in-between? Limbo? He didn’t know, but nonetheless he couldn’t stay here.

Basic training kicked in, as he forced himself to his feet, ignoring the pain in his side, and stumbled for the tree line. He quickly became aware of his current wellbeing. A few cuts and bruises here and there, but aside Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 16/05/07(Sat)19:39 No. 24254 ID: 81f838


Anonymous 16/05/08(Sun)06:43 No. 24255 ID: 62b1d7


Are you fucking kidding me? There hasn't been a new chapter in three years. Stop it.

Anonymous 19/04/17(Wed)18:10 No. 26054 ID: 953b39

well we're forever hopeful. 6yrs and still waiting

Breeding Partner odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 19/04/13(Sat)01:26 No. 26048 ID: 3093c9 [Reply]

Time for some more of that low story/nothing but sex purple prose:


It is morning, time for me to be mated.

The cage is undone, and I am led to my "wife". A small, beech colored, Asian woman, Xhu, brought for me 2 and so years ago. When I enter, she scrambles on her knees to kiss me. It is an awkward kiss, both our hands tied behind our back, but it is loving enough, and master and mistress allow it for a time.

They separate us, and begin massaging our genitals to readiness. Me and my mate look lovingly at each other as we are fondled to excitement: though we are not married beyond breeding with each other, we do have a fondness for one another, for our bodies, and our service. We both realize that our bodies belong completely to Master and mistress, and it is an honor to copulate for them, to breed for them, to give birth for them, and to surrender the children we produce to them, for master and mistress to use as they will. In the 2wo or so years that we have been bred, we have produced offspring for our owners twice, once a boy, and once a pair of girls. After each breeding, the children were allowed to stay with Xhu, just long enough to breast feed them to some sturdiness, before they were taken upstairs into the master's chambers. What happens to them there, whether they are made slaves like us, sacrificed, sold, I cannot say. I do not care, nor does Xhu. Our only purpose in life is to labor and love for the pleasure and benefit of master and mistress.

Xhu is laid back onto the breeding and birthing bench, her legs spread, revealing the sweet, tight little bean that I am to pierce. 3 babies, and her slit is almost as tight and smooth as mistress's. I hobble to my mate, dick awkwardly bouncing as I scramble on my knees, and like an animal, I lower myself onto her, shuddering with pleasure as her wet lips close around my invading member.

"Ahhhhh" we both moan softly, as our genitals firmly lock together.

I begin to thrust and hump, as Xhu wraps her legs tightly around me: it is not an ideal mating: we both have our hands bound behind us, so we may not embrace as such. The mating table though, is at an incline, and so it takes little effort for me to lie atop the nubile Asian, and buck my hips as nature so intends in this circumstance. It is the pleasure that master grants and allows, and that is enough for us both.
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Anonymous 19/04/14(Sun)23:01 No. 26051 ID: d3581d

Hot as fuck. Looking forward to more.

The Hunter pt 1(?) Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 19/01/22(Tue)05:21 No. 25929 ID: bbe66b [Reply]

MF Dubcon Beast(ish) Generic Fantasy Setting

I finished setting up my tent and let out a sigh of contentment. I had a few more hours of light left, and the first stage of my camp was nearly ready. Over the next day or two I’d have to set up workspaces for butchering and skinning, but I’d gotten a basic latrine, tent, and firepit set up.

It would do for the few months I would spend in the area hunting. I would have loved a cabin, but that was just asking for nosey gamekeepers to start asking questions. Like, “have you paid taxes on those,” or, “Don’t you know it’s illegal to hunt deer on the king’s land,” or my least favourite, “Does this sword in your gut hurt?”

Such is the life of a poacher. Don’t worry, it’s not actually that dangerous if you follow a few basic rules. Such as no permanent dwellings. I was in a valley owned by a lord of advanced age, no longer interested in hunts. He had few gamekeepers or wardens on his payroll, and those that he did have weren’t the type to pull steel over a few skins.

I set up a pot to boil. I’d do something easy tonight, it had been a long hike out here. Porridge, made sweet with a bit of honeycomb and some dried fruit.

I continued to busy myself with arranging firewood, and bedding and so on, when I heard a cry off in the distance. It was the direction I had set a few rabbit snares earlier, just for eating rather than the pelts, but much too loud to be a rabbit. I frowned. Rabbit snares really didn’t catch anything substantially bigger.

I shrugged and strung my bow. I figured I had better investigate. I strapped a large butchering knife that I’d used a few times against boars (and few more times against people) and a few arrows before taking off.

I had set the traps not very distant, figuring that I’d set new ones after a few days once I’d scouted the area better. Something was making a racket, and was definitely larger than a rabbit.
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Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 19/01/24(Thu)05:10 No. 25936 ID: bbe66b

It's not over. Don't hold your breath though, I'm juggling a few balls at the moment.

Anonymous 19/02/04(Mon)16:18 No. 25952 ID: d08663

Moar! In due time of course.

Anonymous 19/04/14(Sun)16:53 No. 26050 ID: b169bc


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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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

exopop 18/05/25(Fri)15:52 No. 25557 ID: 23a3bb

Good story so far

dimlight 19/04/11(Thu)13:58 No. 26046 ID: 42d6ab

any more ?

Canvas Stef 14/11/21(Fri)22:14 No. 22859 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

(mind control, gender change, solo, m/f)

The first time it happened, I didn't know what I was doing.

I hadn't been able to sleep. This wasn't especially abnormal, but usually I'd have to skip a night's rest and then the next day I'd be able to get a few hours in. Enough to feel human.

This was study hall, which amounted to a blow off class for most of us. I was going on 72 hours without any shuteye and while the girls in front of me were playing a card game and the football guys were talking about freshman girls in the corner behind me, I was resting my head on my arms and trying to count some sheep.

I had been becoming more and more serious in art class over the last few years and now that I was a senior, art had become my calling. The teacher had let me move from pencils to colored pencils to paint by the time I was a sophomore and I was a regular in highschool art exhibitions now. This got me out of P.E. and needing fine arts credits and with most of my serious classes done now, I could use art class as an excuse to get half days when I wanted them.

The lack of sleep was beginning to affect my work, though, so I slowed my breathing and ignored the noise everyone was making in an attempt to get some of that back. My social life was basically nil due to what my doctor said might be a rare form of autism. I find it hard to meet people, and my sex drive suffers from the antidepressants. Painting really is all I have, most days.

Sleep came over me like it usually did, a fickle thing that came when I was at the breaking point. Sometimes, due to my restlessness, I have what they call lucid dreams. Sitting in studyhall, I was aware that I was asleep, but still cognizant enough to know that I was sleeping. Most of my rest is that way.

This time, everything was even more vivid than usual. I could actually see the girls there having a conversation. I moved over to them, looking over my shoulder to see myself sleeping still. A haze hung over the classroom, like they were playing cards in a burning building. Somewhere, in a dense bank of black clouds in the corner, I could hear the football players laughing about something.
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Anonymous 16/03/01(Tue)15:31 No. 24138 ID: f7b914

would like this to be continued

Anonymous 16/04/29(Fri)07:02 No. 24233 ID: cd9818

Such a good concept,dont stop now!

Anonymous 19/04/06(Sat)08:50 No. 26040 ID: a26e45

No question, this HAS to continue. I hope that the main character figures out how to keep jumping from body to body, slowly increasing his control... and how extreme his appetites become.

Shared Generic Fantasy World Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 19/01/22(Tue)05:27 No. 25930 ID: bbe66b [Reply]

A Boy and His Goblin m/F

Sulka sighed to herself, “To think that I’ve been reduced to this,” she thought.

She was sitting in a tree, scoping out a farm to raid.

“Raid, ha! Who am I kidding. I’m going to steal a chicken so I don’t starve,” she mumbled.

It was a nice farm, she had decided, at least as farms go. She had seen a number of them, and even led an actual raid on a plantation once.

She had watched long enough. Everyone was out in the field, or attending to other livestock. The chickens were unguarded.

Hop out of the tree, a quick dash, into the coop, grab a bird, snap goes the neck.

Out again, around the corner, over the bush, into the boy-
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Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 19/01/22(Tue)20:09 No. 25934 ID: bbe66b


Not really. I've kept all my stories, but most of them are old and shit or unfinished.

So, theoretically, these two stories (and another one I'm working on) will be connected when they all get together and form an adventuring party. There will be erotic DnD style adventure and hijinks.

I say theoretically because at this rate, I'll get it done around the same time Martin finishes writing GoT.

If you look around here though, you can probably find some of my old stuff. Mandragora Girl shouldn't have fallen off yet. Maybe Mile High Exploding Metal Sausage as well.

Anonymous 19/01/25(Fri)10:17 No. 25938 ID: 9481a9

Absolutely amazing storytelling! I'll be honest the beginning of the boy and his goblin had me so entertained I kinda forgot this was an erotic story. The way you wrote Sulkas dialogue was very clever and really helped imagine her accent.
The erotic scenes were well paced and the details describes was just enough to let the imagination fill in the blanks.
I genuinely want to hear more stories of boy and gobbo as well as more stories in general from you! Bravo!

Ethereal 19/04/04(Thu)06:13 No. 26030 ID: 8e6e98

The boy and the goblin was a great story, more would be nice.

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