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Stupid sexy shoggoths Pervert of Words 14/07/07(Mon)15:26 No. 22048 ID: cd1ff8 [Reply]

-Male, tentacles, sloppy shoggoth sex. Hoping to get reviews to encourage me to write more and better. Title is WIP and a Simpsons reference. Will add more shoggoths and crazy lovecraft shit if I can be bothered.-

I may have, accidentally, maybe, perhaps, put the world at risk. Possibly. Before I explain how, and why, I need to tell you about me and what I’ve been doing.

For a few years now, I’ve been dabbling in the occult. It began by reading certain stories which I assumed were entirely fictitious, and googling their contents. One link lead to another, and I eventually found a small community of people who not only believed that certain stories were true (to a point), but who could prove it. While most of what I now know to be true is irrelevant to what I’m writing, there is one truth that I must reveal: Humans were not the first sentient beings to live on the earth. At least one other species prospered before us, and while they are all long gone, we know about them. We know, and this is important, that they had servants called “shoggoths”. I’m unsure whether or not the shoggoths were created, found, summoned or bred by these elder beings, and it doesn’t really matter. Regardless, I was taught, in the previously-mentioned community, how to find and bind a shoggoth. A shoggoth, by the way, is essentially a sort of large slug.

Well, I dared to try it out. By means which I shan’t disclose, I tracked down a shoggoth. I bound it to me, to my service, I made it my slave. And then I fucked up; I got horny.

Most people are familiar with the “befores”; the lust-fueled fucking-up of priorities, the abandonment of caution and the complete disregard for consequences in the name of getting an orgasm. This drive is what led me to fuck a shoggoth, and I will, in graphic detail, give my account of what it’s like, of what happened, and why I may have fucked over the world.

The shoggoth was mine. I had it bound to me. I could instruct it to do anything, and it would do it, no complaints, no resistance. I felt no malice from it, no hostility. It had no desire of its own, no will; it was a living tool. I had it dig out a hole in the backyard, wherein I had it create a chamber in which I would keep it. I build a small shack over it, to hide the hole.

The shoggoth required neither food nor water. I would leave it in its chamber, go to work, and when I’d come back, it lay where I left it. Eventually, I got bored of it. I used it to do housework, which it did excellently, but I had no further use for it.
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Anonymous 14/07/12(Sat)00:47 No. 22059 ID: b9642d

bumping for interest.

Anonymous 14/07/15(Tue)20:11 No. 22078 ID: 27e892

Please do continue, you've intrigued me with this start.

R.I.P. Anonymous 14/07/18(Fri)08:47 No. 22088 ID: 1c28c8

Sorry OP, but I can't. "I just can't even" like a white girl. That title killed my boner.

Sick (TG, m>f,mf,mmf) TG Wave 14/06/04(Wed)21:24 No. 21894 ID: b15d46 [Reply]

~Sadly, this one is unfinished and I'm not sure where to take it. So this time, I'm looking for feedback and ideas!

For the august personage of Charlie Milton, having always been a less than courageous man who feared sickness above all, the coming of the Plague had been hard. A hypochondriac who worked from home, Charlie had cut off all ties with the outside world at the first rumors of the sickness that had ravaged the Earth. His plan had been simple, he’d only hide out until either they found a cure or developed an inoculation. He possessed the means to remain isolated indefinitely, taking every precaution imaginable, his plan possessing only one flaw, he had gotten sick!

Flu like symptoms had begun two days ago and Charlie was racked with anticipation, day three was here and he would discover whether he had the flu or something much, much worse. He glanced down at his hands nervously, the first symptoms of the plague usually started there after three days, but his hands were unchanged. He should tried to sigh in relief but was instead assaulted by a vicious sneeze, which covered his hand in mucous. Charlie rose from his favorite arm chair and moved in to the bathroom, washing his hands thoroughly with the most antiseptic hand wash available, as if it mattered.

He studied himself in the mirror, inspecting and scrutinizing every inch of his plain, unremarkable face for signs (he’d heard that the first changes were subtle). Nothing had changed and he tried to calm his nerves. He was short, with narrow features and a receding hairline that was neatly trimmed. His frame was gaunt, but a bit of a belly had begun to develop from a year’s experience of being a miserable shut in. Other than the droopy eyelids from lack of sleep and red nose from tissues, nothing had changed he told himself, but it was another 5 minutes before he could stop checking and double checking. “I’ll go watch TV, that will take my mind off this miserable flu,” he said aloud to himself.

Charlie collapsed back into his armchair and turned on the TV. Unfortunately, it seemed he would be unable to forget his sickness today; every channel was carrying the same story. A pretty, dark haired newswoman was dispassionately describing the latest details of The Trial. “The prosecution today presented evidence in the form of the defendant’s journal. Details have been leaked to NBC 13 concerning the content of the diary submitted for testimony, for more we’ll go to our on-the-spot reporter Albert Gimenez.”

The screen changed to show the outside of a courthouse, surrounded with people. A blonde woman in a neat pantsuit holding a microphone was standing off to one side and began to speak, “Thanks Maria. Although of course the trial is closed to the public, details have emerged from the personal journal of the accused, recounting the means of producing a gender bending substance, with notes descr Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 14/06/05(Thu)01:42 No. 21898 ID: 04d16f

i liked it. i would change the father son things though, you have enough kinky shit with out the implied father son ball rubbing going on. make the snatchers a street gang that is using "snatching" to gain money and influence in the under world.

Anonymous 14/07/06(Sun)22:31 No. 22045 ID: f2d560

I definitely liked it. One logical place you could take it would obviously be with his trying to fight off the suggestions when the men are not around, and how lingering the suggestions are. Like after being given a suggestion, does it stick for good or does it wear off as time goes on?

You could also very easily go into a harem kind of scenario where (s)he will find herself having to not only deal with now being female but possible among other females who have been in this situation a lot longer and there is a hierarchy among the changed women. So she has to find a way to deal with those who are already established as well as the new girls who will/will not hold animosity towards her.

You could also go into a scenario where even though they are suggestable they still need to be "broken" over time. And so you could go into a bondage and/or mental control training kind of scenario. Where they try and break her and teach her what she needs for her new life and she tries to resist. That role could be almost anything if you want to add another fetish.

Or as the other person suggested its more of a profit thing. Where again they can either be trained or auctioned off. If auctioned that again opens up the whole situation to whatever fetish you might decide. She could end up being sold to a Lesbian who wants a new toy, to a dog breeder who wants to make sure his studs have a outlet for release, to a rich household to be trained as a maid with other special duties, etc.

You could also throw something in the mix where somehow the virus affects her slightly differently than most people (more or less suggestible perhaps), or maybe the bug that affected her mutates in some way that makes her form less stable, and so how she looks can change based on the preferences of her "owner".

Guardian FlatulentSpliff 14/02/19(Wed)10:00 No. 21171 ID: d5b724 [Reply]

Hi everyone, this is the first time I'm uploading an elit I've written, and also the first time I'm publicly posting an english-written story. Please understand english is my second language, and although I try to be thorough when it comes to grammar and punctuation. I am also writting all of this on a phone (thankfully one with a physical keyboard), which doesn't really help, but I hope it's readable quality.

This story will eventually contain: M/g, M/f, M/F, F/g, f/g, (possibly F/b) mast, oral, anal, and maybe some more extreme tags, though probably not with the girl.

It is a slow, romantic story, definetely not for a quick fap (if you want one of those, may I recommend Phil Phantom or one of AnonyMPC's or Nicholas Fellheimer's tributes?), and won't have much sex for the first few chapters. Personally I like the tension and buildup of slower stories, and will try to accomplish that.

I ask for your imput and constructive criticism. If you have any suggestions, I'll also be happy to read those. Also any corrections to my grammar, punctuation, or false facts I've mentioned would be welcome.

Guardian, by FlatulentSpliff
Hope you enjoy.

(I realize I probably don't have to say this on this board, but hopefully it will keep some of the flaming idiots away.)
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events and story plots are product of my imagination. I do NOT endorse the sexual acts here described, it is a fantasy. I don't want to know anything about any experiences you might've had that resemble this story. This story is not real, if it were, it would be considered child abuse in most countries, consenting or not.
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Too many Infected Mushrooms FlatulentSpliff 14/04/18(Fri)10:35 No. 21569 ID: 763fd6

<Okay, apparently I don't know how to be brief, so before you get your hopes up with this long post, this is not a story update, it's a long, drug-induced ramble>

Hey guys, just a small update on WTF have I been doing, apologies, excuses and explanation. So, having a loli-centered story is apparently not the same thing I have in common with other writers on this board, since apparently I also disappear without an explanation for months, something I had hoped I'd never do.

First of all, thanks for the encouragement, this story is special and sentimental for me. It's my first venture into erotica, and I am still frightened I'll screw it at some point, but I'll finish this, that I swear, since, as I said, it's a very important story for me, personally. Of course, other writers have said so before, so there's no reason for you to beleive me.

Second: Why the fuck haven't I updated the story? I can give you a bunch of excuses and they'd all be true, my phone broke, I still don't have a computer, my health has been shit, I just started school, blah blah blah. The two real reasons are these, and the first one is actually good news for me. There's a chance I'll have a some short stories I wrote published, so the last couple of weeks I've been focusing all my writing time (when I can borrow a PC for a few hours) on polishing said stories, and hopefully get paid something for them and buy myself a computer.

The second reason, and this one is the real one (that before was just boasting haha), I broke up with my gf (OK, technically she dumped me), and (until recently) been in a fucking weird spiral of getting drunk, fucked up, or just not even getting out of bed. I believe this is a mini-depression, and if I wrote anything in this story it would've been Fran raping Lucy or some shit like that, and that's definitely not where I want to take this story, so I thought it best to leave the story on standby until my romantic side came back. I fall in love easily, so hopefully I'll continue this soon. I do have some of the next chapter that I wrote until the break-up, but it's still not in a readable state.

So, in summing up or TL;DR, been depressed, story not abandoned, just on personal hiatus.

Also, even though I appreciate the sentiment, please don't bump this post until I start adding more to the story. There are great writers around here, and I'm sure their stories deserve to be seen more than mine while it's not updated.

PS: After re-reading this, it sounds like I'm a creep and this story is special to me because it happened or something, I think this doesn't need to be said, and it's probably my pot-induced paranoia, but I've never, and would never do anything sexual with a kid, my personal rule is my age divided by two, plus 6, right no Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

All kinds of sluts in here FlatulentSpliff 14/04/20(Sun)15:25 No. 21583 ID: a0de1a

What a misleading title. Anyway, as previously said, I'm a love-slut, and that means I'm back to writing. The previous post I actually wrote more than a week ago, but couldn't manage to post it till yesterday. I've been editing what I had previously written, and guess what? It was a fly covered pile of constipated rhino shit. So I had to delete a big chunk and edit the rest, and I'm not sure it's much of an improvement, but I'm trying my best. I have no clue how much more time it's going to take, so I'm not gonna give a deadline, but I'll try to work on it at least one hour a day. That much I can do without feeling pressured.

Also, you can expect Sus to be appearing much more, since she's greatly inspired by the person that made me want to keep with the story. Don't worry, Lucy is still the star. But unless I decide to kill Sus (which I might) or make a spin-off about her (which I probably won't), she'll be a regular cast. Hopefully I'll say the character's real name and stop with the stupid "Sus" (and her name's not Susana).

Also, is there a code to use cursiva? Cause that would make the internal dialogues much more understandable.

Another random thought: while rereading the previous chapters, I realised I have a lot of stupid spelling errors. I'm still writing on my phone, so this will probably keep happening (I didn't get paid for my stories T_T).

And yes, I realise I just bumped this post with random shit after asking you not to do it. As usual, my excuse is: I'm high. If you want to understand my mindset, search on YouTube for "Afroman - cause I got high"

Toodles, see ya soon, hopefully.

Anonymous 14/07/03(Thu)18:25 No. 22029 ID: ee6c13


Cruel Interrogation of a Female a Prisoner - who wants to finish this? Alfred B Junk 14/06/29(Sun)11:01 No. 21999 ID: 9d853c [Reply]

Hello to all erotic authors here,
here is the opening scene to an interrogation story.
Who would like to finish this?

Check out the fantasy victim for added inspiration http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/2591772/fake_my_wife_039_s_pics_to_illustrate_your_fantasy_soft_or_hard.html and the tools that might be used on her during the interrogation http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/3017419/the_interrogation_toolbox_aka_fantasy_fodder.html

Your wife is taken to a prison for interrogation but she needs to be softened up first. The prison holds men who have raped and murdered women, so I have your wife taken to their wing. The cells have bars fronting them and your beautiful wife is paraded up and down in front of the caged men who call out obscenities and wave their cocks at her, she is made to strip off a piece of her clothing as she is forced to walk up and down the cells, this drives the men into a frenzy. Soon she is naked and the guards tie a rope around her neck and make her crawl on her knees to each cell where she is made to suck the mens cocks through the bars, and the guards have whips that they use to make her comply.
The men are going wild and as she sucks them, they grab her hair almost ripping it out and the guards have to drag her by the rope around her neck to the next man.

Your wife is now lying on the floor, sobbing, she realizes that she has been left alone in front of the cells, the men still in a frenzy. Suddenly, to her horror, she sees the doors of all the cells sliding open and with a huge cheer the men rush out and grab your wife. She is thrown over the big table at the end of the corridor and they take turns holding her down while she is brutally raped, they throw her face down to rape her ass, then turn her over to fuck her cunt, backwards and forwards they throw her, depending what each man wants, they slap and punch her and spit on her calling her a filthy whore.

For nearly an hour she is raped and beaten until the armed guards return and order the men back into their cells. Your wife lies on the floor whimpering, scratched, bruised and bleeding.

They pick her up and take her outside to the courtyard where she is thrown onto the concrete, a man dressed in overalls then uses a high pressure hose to clean her up, the jet so powerful that she is blasted around on the concrete.

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Tommy - A Sexual Fantasy (Shota), Book 1, Awakening Neighbor!nbyBAFgJZ2 14/05/11(Sun)17:24 No. 21722 ID: d8c23c [Reply]

I’d been writing this story for a number of months before I discovered 7chan, and after reading a lot of wonderful stuff there, thought I might start posting my story.

Now, do bear with me fellas. Compared to most of the master writers on elit, my writing will probably be considered amateurish. I don’t necessarily try to develop characters. I just try to describe having incredible sex with young boys, and, perhaps, dwell on exhaustive sexual detail more than most of you want?, and which is very repetitive since I would do similar things as frequently as possible.

This should not be a quick read, if you want to enjoy it, but one where you sit back and visualize what is happening, and think about yourself with your penises in the positions described.

Anyway, I’ll start posting a chapter or two a week, as demand requires. I’ve got what amounts to two “Books” in the can with one more on the way, so I have quite a few chapters, some pretty long, to contribute. Might break some into parts. If at anytime you guys consider the material too mundane, just let me know and I’ll stop posting.

I just gotta tell ya, I have a lot of fun writing this and visualizing myself plunging in and out of the boy(s) every orifice, and hope the story gets you there too. And, remember, it’s a fantasy, and not something that you might actually encounter in real life.

Chapter 1: The New Neighbors

You could hardly have asked for better new neighbors.

As it was I lived on a street my side of which the properties backed-up onto a woods so I only had neighbors on either side. The one side was an older woman who never came out of her house and my property was sided by a fair screen of trees and ground layer of shrubs, giving me relatively perfect privacy. This served to feed my penchant for living without clothes during the summer, fully enjoying the freedom of being naked outside, lounging in the sun, getting a total tan and being totally shaved to make the tanning all the better. Plus feeding my fantasies by watching young gay twink porn on my computer inside or reading gay erotica outside on the lounge pretty much left me out of control during that time of the year, keeping my penis as hard as possible for as long as possible with the dare that someone peeking through the foliage screen might see it, especially when I squeezed off a squirt on the porch or in the yard.
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Anonymous 14/06/12(Thu)08:43 No. 21931 ID: 46316b

Who are you talking to?

Anonymous 14/06/14(Sat)12:08 No. 21941 ID: 3efba5

did like 5 chapters of this get removed?

Anonymous 14/06/28(Sat)09:38 No. 21997 ID: 3efba5

this is fantastic please keep writing

The Gemstone Harem: Beginnings IE 13/07/17(Wed)19:12 No. 19395 ID: d3390e [Reply]

i used to RP this scenario. as i've had the urge to compose lately, i figured it's worth creating a backstory for it. i guess tags are courteous, even though there isn't much in the way of eroticism at this point; perhaps my second post will dive deep into that.

Scene: Arabian
Labels: sensuality, realism, loose plot, 3rd person
Kinks: loli/ shota, hetero/ homo, virginity, top/ bottom roles, domination, mild rape, commands, 1 on 1, multiple partners, voyeurism, toys.

~In ancient times, before nations divided the lands, when people were fit to travel endlessly and never call a single place home, the sanded slopes of Northern Africa saw much of this traffic. Nomads hiked east towards the lush Nile, westward to the Atlantic coast; sailors shipwrecked from Mediterranean storms found a scorching environment as their inevitable burial ground. But to those accustomed to the desert's particularly way of life, there were many secrets to be found, treasures to behold, and fortunes to be changed.
~Every so often, the harshest sandstorms would carve through valleys to unearth the rocky terrain beneath. It is in these places the first wells were dug; and where springs were founded campgrounds were settled soonafter. Passers-by would stop for refreshment, which was not free by any means. An economy was built around the most valuable natural resource, and soon merchants from all around flocked to these oases. For, travelers came from many exotic places, trading whatever they could part with for cool groundwater. Such business would eventually attract thieves, and the luckiest victims of crimes would sell themselves into slavery simply to survive.
~Like clockwork, each new settlement would follow the same path, 'til slave-trading became a business of its own. Caravans moved animals, men, spices, lumber, and cloth from one oasis to the next, collecting and trading to the greatest benefit of each head merchant. The most profitable of these men were well-versed in the ways of desert life, enough to ensure the health of all valuable members of his party, to be able to thwart theft and defend against marauders, and to effectively swindle other merchants out of their best offers.

~Legend tells of one such caravan-driver whose wealth attracted the attention of truly despicable men, a fearful clan of mercenaries led with the intention of utter destruction and pillage. The markets were cornered, business was in the favor of the highest bidder, and as the caravan entered a bustling town the time was ripe to bring an end to that top-merchant's reign. A powerful desert storm was building in the west, and with sandstone cliffs to the south and steep dunes to the east and north, the marauders began their march towards the caravan's final resting place.
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Anonymous 14/02/01(Sat)04:10 No. 20999 ID: 767933

Holy shit this is good stuff!

Reminiscences IE 14/02/19(Wed)19:08 No. 21177 ID: d3390e

i hope this was worth the wait. i tried to get it out for Valentine's, but at the same time i didn't want to force it. i think it's a nice little aside before i explore the next Gem.

heh, i'll bow to that

Labels: flashbacks, character development
Kinks: loli, hetero, virginity

~"You came."
~The accusation from her discerning Mistress could not be denied, but the eleven-year-old stole a moment to defend herself. "They told me to do as I pleased--"
~"And I taught you to restrain yourself. You must remain level-headed around men. What do you think would happen if a one of them knew what you'd done? All your training would be for naught, your reputation ruined before it begins." Her scrutiny was unrelenting, almost worrisome if not for the fact that Jahi's men were truly of a dense breed.
~Aqua sat kneeling upon the cold floor, and now collapsed her form over herself in subjection to the woman. "Forgive me, Milady." Her guilt was settled. "My duty is to perform. What is it that you ask of me?"
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Green with Envy IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 14/06/27(Fri)23:41 No. 21992 ID: 4ed8c3


Labels: teaser, plot building

~Jahi had long since moved the caravan out, and the oasis was now but a glimmer upon the horizon. He considered that they had made good progress in the heat of the day, due perhaps to his decision to travel so lightly. He had brought with him three of his camels, no other beasts. Not even an oxcart was among his burden, for the purpose of this outing was to find slaves, not to sell potions. Though some lesser wares had been packed away in the saddlebags, the majority of his assets were measured in coin.
~'Twas a business angle his Partner had never trusted, to deal solely in currency. Its value was too versatile, and it attracted too many thieving eyes. Bartering cargo had proven itself a much safer transaction, but as much as his heed for the Mistress's advice, it was just that: an opinion. The caravan's troop was prepared to defend it, whatever the adversary; but if Jahi's masterful plan were to unfold smoothly, then they would find only allies on their journey.

~Servants worked furiously within The Room of Preparation, running fabric and taking measurements from Peridot who stood solemn and still as a mannequin for them, and they stitched and sewed according to the unique specifications that their Lady had requested. By an hour's time, the four had settled its form and began tempering the material into comfortable wear, hemming in the cuffs of ankles and softening the waistband's trim. An hour more and the Mistress ascended from her dungeon duties to judge the progress of the garb.
~Peridot modeled the fine leggings and the company of seamstresses looked on with nods of delight as they inspected both their craftsmanship and the approval of their headmistress. "Very good, as usual, ladies," she told them, admiring the work that time and time again brought her ideas to life. She was especially glad of how well the trousers held themselves together, as they were lacking an obvious element of support; yet no doubt this sort of wardrobe for the girl would dictate the extent of her abilities, the only purpose she would serve at all. Indeed, she envisioned similar outerwear for Emerald, as neither had the figure for dancing. One of the servants strode to the table's edge where the hourglass stood and reset its cascade of sand, marking a mental note for all that the eleventh hour was now upon them.
~The Mistress brought her eyes upon the girl's round face and uttered a few words to her. "Your final hour has come, my dear, and there is still much to be done. Undress," she commanded, then turned to one of the servants. "Prepare a vat of mint for this one, and be quick about it. Prime it to soak a quarter hour. We need Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Mob Property (TG,m>f,f,mf) Anonymous 14/06/04(Wed)20:54 No. 21891 ID: b15d46 [Reply]

~One of my earliest TG works, the writing is certainly a little rough around the edges but I hope you enjoy it and as always, I am eager for feedback, positive or otherwise.

White, my first impression is white. Then pain. A face resolves, thin and lined, worried. The pain returns, worse, and then blackness.

Sometime later, the whiteness returns. So does the pain. Objects move, my vision sharpens somewhat as things begin to resolve. White coats. A persistent beeping and pain, more pain. Somehow it is bearable, and thoughts take shape, I’m in a hospital.

A voice, “Can you hear me?” says the white coat.

I try to speak; only a grunt escapes. The pain is too much.

“Just blink, one for yes, two for no, understand?”

I blink once. How do I ask the million questions I have when I can barely blink?

“You’ve been in a terrible accident. We can operate, but it is unlikely you’ll survive. There is another option. We’ve had success with transfer of minds between animals; there is a chance we can transfer my brain to another human body for you to live in.”
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Anonymous 14/06/05(Thu)19:47 No. 21906 ID: fa5b53

Poor girl... Is it over? I hope it's not. I am really enjoying it so far.

TG_wave 14/06/24(Tue)18:40 No. 21978 ID: 701ad3

OP here. It was one of my early stories and I appreciate the feedback, even the negative stuff. I like to think my later stories Fountain of Youth (http://7chan.org/elit/res/21852.html) for example does a much better job.

As far as continuing the story, while I have considered our heroine waking up in the mansion belonging to the mysterious Mr. Gordon only to find a triumphant and vindictive Vanessa awaiting her, there remains a problem. Many erotic adventures would likely ensue, but much of my thrill comes from the gender bending aspect, a facet that dims as a character adapts to what is a generally a constant influence. Unless the gender change is itself more central to the plot (the story linked above)or less constant an influence (some stories I have yet to post). Given that my actual sexual predilections, at least the ones I'm willing to put metaphorical pen-to-paper for, are fairly vanilla compared to much of what's on here, with my material as a launching point, someone else may certainly write on. The story, unless I'm taken by an incredible wave of inspiration is done, again, so far as I am concerned.

That being said, I'm incredibly glad, and flattered if you enjoyed it!


Anonymous 14/06/26(Thu)08:32 No. 21987 ID: fa5b53

I totally understand what you mean. I too find myself working out new characters when the swap simply becomes their day to day life and nothing extraordinary. That said, a story where the main character had no control of the swaps via hormonal changes with mood or an outside force pushing them back and fourth as a means of torment, etc. may get some more mileage as the swap would become more difficult to adjust to. In any case your stories are great. Keep up all the good work!

Fountain of Youth (tg, m>f, mf, f, mff) Anonymous 14/05/31(Sat)04:46 No. 21852 ID: d47b9c [Reply]

Looking for feedback ~

The jungle was unbearably hot. "Maybe in hell there would be less humidity", Jamie Wilson, said to his tall companion. Jamie was short where his companion was tall, overweight and balding, his skull glistened with sweat as flies moved about the late afternoon air. He smacked at one and shifted his stance to pull a foot out of the mud. Two inches of mud sucked at his boots and he almost fell over, twisting his arms to barely maintain his balance.

His companion stared forward solemnly, ignoring the heat and bugs. Jamie sighed as he righted himself. Some people got all the luck, Damien was tall and handsome, even the gray working at his temples managed to give his full head of hair a seasoned quality. Damien's tank-top even looked dry and clean, where Jamie's was soaked with sweat and now splashed with mud.

The Company had sent them both to the heart of the amazon on a lead. It seemed impossible, but a native claimed to have uncovered the vault housing the Fountain of Youth.

"Poppycock," Jamie's father would have called it. Even so, the lead had been so promising that the Company's leading two executives Damien Fullworth and Jamie Wilson had been sent to supervise the tomb's opening and protect the Company's investment in labor and research that had led here. He could obviously understand why a Company would be hunting the Fountain of Youth, but everyone knew that it was a myth, and a waste of time.

And yet here he was, in the stink and the heat, watching a bunch of dirty locals pry open a moss covered stone that supposedly held the temple. Shouting from the locals in Portuguese took Jamie's attention from the latest mosquito to bite his neck.

Senior scientist, Jack Phillips, emerged from the crowd of excited Argentinians, approaching both businessmen. Thin and reedy, dressed in a tattered lab coat, the researcher addressed Damien and all but ignored Jamie, "Sir, we should go in first, the photographers and the archaeologists, I mean. This temple has been untouched for ages, you should wait until we’ve thoroughly investigated?"

Damien sneered down at him. Although Jamie was technically the taller man’s superior, Damien's quick rise through the Company ranks had made him arrogant and his tone of command cowed all but the strongest willed. "The Company has instructed us to be the first ones inside. We must insure the interests of the company are not harmed."
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TG_wave 14/06/24(Tue)18:50 No. 21979 ID: 701ad3

OP here. Thanks for all the feedback. I'm glad you enjoyed my story, I wasn't anticipating the connection you'd find with my characters. Usually I have a hard time developing characters people care about so it's gratifying to hear you feel that way.

On another note, most of what I have available to read is now posted here for your reading "pleasure?"

That being said I do have one more story I'm conflicted about. While I think it's a fairly enjoyable story, and different in many ways from the other TG material I've already posted, it's in second person perspective (eww, I know). It was originally for a choose your own adventure type thing, and I can either post it (even in second person it isn't terrible) or edit for 1st or 3rd, something that I likely won't get around to for a very long time.

If you've never transitioned an entire story from second to 1st person, I have, its awful. All the tenses are wrong as well... it's just a mess.

Anonymous 14/06/25(Wed)05:11 No. 21981 ID: 22ee49

Amazing. While I see the transition from male to female, one can really feel the complexities of learning to deal with new situations from your writing. It's so descriptive but not overbearing. Not to mention the fact that you speak English and understand punctuation. There was only one small typo that I came across and I surely can't remember where it is after finishing the story. Lol. Like others have stated, you must continue the story. What happens to Jamie and Darien now?

Anonymous 14/06/25(Wed)05:14 No. 21982 ID: 22ee49

Realized too late that my phone auto-corrected Damien.

Eurasian Boy in a Moroccan Harem Anonymous 14/06/19(Thu)20:59 No. 21967 ID: 7fe003 [Reply]

since she didn't consider Eurasian boys to be men, on her return trips to Morroco, she would have Elliot sleep in the women's concubine quarter in the harem. It sounds hot being with a bunch of naked harem slaves. But he wasn't considered a man, he was treated as a cunt-slave himself. Harem slaves are notoriously catty, and they had never seen a Eurasian femboy before. They loved lording it over him, and tormenting him like he was just another girl. He was basically forced to serve as a Eunuch in a Moroccan harem.

harems are supposed to be the happiest place on earth. Elliot couldn't even get laid in a Moroccan harem. Even concubine slaves just considered him a fellow harem sister and abused his tiny manhood. or boyhood I should say.

harem slaves are so used to being abused by their Masters. Elliot thought they would welcome a Nice Guy Gentleman who treated them with respect. Instead they considered such feminine weakness, a sign he was just another womanly harem slave himself and abused him as such. They tortured him for their misogynistic master instead of rewarding him for being a White Knight rescuer. They gave him the same hazing they do to the new freshman slaves.'

His Eurasian penis was so tiny, that it was no obstacle to the harem slaves adopting him as a fellow sister. They forced him to learn the harem chain of command.

His selfish stepmom would spend months partying in her homeland, while she would live Elliot to be tortured as a bitch femboy by harem slaves. She knew what was going on, but she thought it would teach him a lesson and beat the gangsta swag out of him.

He experienced the total destruction of his masculinity and it destroyed him for life.

harem slaves are so used to being abused by their Masters. Elliot thought they would welcome a Nice Guy Gentleman who treated them with respect. Instead they considered such feminine weakness, a sign he was just another womanly harem slave himself and abused him as such. They tortured him for their misogynistic master instead of rewarding him for being a White Knight rescuer. They gave him the same hazing they do to the new freshman slaves.

The harem slaves would bathe his entire body with the saliva of their tongues. His tiny Eurasian dick would be incredibly aroused but still tiny. So close to the most beautiful women on the planet, but not allowed to assert its maleness. His dick was just a useless toy not meant for fucking. Their beauty was just a tease.
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Anonymous 14/06/19(Thu)21:00 No. 21968 ID: 7fe003

Elliot's standard attire while working at the harem was a tiny pink thong. The most noticeable thing about it was how much of a bulge there wasn't, as girls were often fond of pointing out to the harem's customers should they fail to notice themselves.

and I would add that it was not a thong most women in their 20s could fit into. Only the youngest teen slaves could fit into a thong that small. Which earned him the jealous catty abuse of the older slave girls.

that is even worse than it sounds. For when women spend long periods of time in close proximity, their menstrual periods synch up around the dominant Alpha Female AKA the Top Bitch in a harem. That means that on one day of the month, he had literally hundreds of young harem slaves spilling their vaginal blood right onto his Eurasian face, tongue, mouth, one after the other

in some ways having a useless penis when being surrounded by such beautiful slave girls is worse than being an actual eunuch

all his intense teen male sex drive made totally impotent by human property

Once he defied them. He was tied up spread eagle. His small genitals up in the air. They all had turns whipping him with a riding crop used for donkeys. They would hover their breasts and pussies mere inches from his face. He never defied them again.

The ones not bedded by the master would beat him and curse him as a way to express anger at the master. He often had to fellate one if their dildos or watch two trib each other. All the while he could not wank. They checked him with a uv light. Any signs of wanking were met with being bent over and whipped raw. Once while doing their laundry by hand he was caught sniffing their undies. He received several kicks to his tiny balls.

He wore gloves and wash to be careful lest his unworthy skin tainted their garments. Once a girl walked over stark naked. She put on the garment he had just washed. She purred a thanks while jiggling to ensure it fit. A cruel giggle and her swaying away was the biggest sting.
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Anonymous 14/06/19(Thu)21:01 No. 21969 ID: 7fe003

Every day, Elliot was forced to be to serve the women of the harem at 6:00 A.M. sharp, and he was given one spank with a paddle for every minute he was late. Sometimes, the girls would tease him, for instance by tying him up in his sleep, so that when he awoke with the intent of being ready to serve them, he would have to undo himself from the restraints first. While all of the girls knew what happened, none of them would offer to help him, and he would still be spanked regardless when he managed to free himself and report for his work. He begged and pleaded to be forgiven, but no matter what the extenuating circumstances, he was going to be punished, and all of the girls knew that when he was spanked they were permitted to take a break from their own work and watch him receive his punishment.

He would answer to elle and had to learn the arts of woman. Dancing, reciting poetry, singing, and other things. If permitted to walk he had to put a spring in his step like a dancing girl. He had no privacy. When he pissed he sat like a girl. He was made up like a girl and had to practice talking like one. He felt burning shame but also silently wanted more.

he had to do naked jumping jacks after every piss, in front of the harem girls, to make sure that every drop came out, and he didn't stain his silk harem panties with his dirty urine. His tiny little dick would flop up and down all over the place.

One day, an important and much loved Moroccan businessman passed away, and it was ordered that in order to represent their mourning all girls of the harem would wear a flower in their hair. However, when they tried putting a flower in Elliots hair, it was too short to accommodate the flower. The girls decided that low as he was, even he would be required to show his devotion to the great Moroccan figure, and so they inserted the flower in his urethra. He then had to perform all of his daily duties with a flower stem painfully inserted into his manhood. The girls all commented on how much better it looked, and that at least that tiny little cock of his was now being put to some use.

They loved the look for him so much that they decided his dick was now the harem's smallest and most beautiful flowerpot, it was almost assured that if one of the girls picked a bouqet of flowers from the garden, he would end up wearing one of them in his dick for the rest of the day.

He was given a special rub down the very first night. The cream felt good at first. It was all over his face down to his little feet. It got warmer. Warmer and it made him tingle. Then it started burning. He felt it seep into every pore of his skin. For an hour he was left like this. Then they rinsed him off with freezing ice water. He was washed in the most fruity smelling bath water. From then on nit a single hair grew except for his head.

he was very protective of his European blonde girls, so it was fun to abus Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Dragon Witch and the Princess Anonymous 14/03/04(Tue)09:56 No. 21291 ID: a7dc66 [Reply]

not my story.

futa/loli, futa/female, parody: sleeping beauty

Chapter 0 - A fated Meeting

The Dragon Witch and the Princess

Written by Silent Soul Ken
Idea inspired by Once and Again
Beta’d by Slicerness

A fated meeting
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Anonymous 14/03/13(Thu)08:07 No. 21354 ID: ab2d9f

this is awesome...but stay away from that giant genital shit

Anonymous 14/03/13(Thu)12:27 No. 21356 ID: f5b1c2

Psh, they weren't THAT big.
Pretty good OP, aside from a few apparent autocorrect errors and minor sentence structure issues. Do want more.

Anonymous 14/06/19(Thu)08:38 No. 21965 ID: 58f343

The Dragon Witch and the Princess
Written by SSK
Beta’d by Slicerness

Chapter 2

It had been a month since Aurora began helping Maleficent again. While Aurora helped Maleficent never shot as much cum as she had that one day. Aurora was confused but stayed silent, dutifully performing her self-appointed task.

Maleficent was another story all together. She had been plagued with dreams of grabbing the young Aurora with a large bust and bum and plowing into her with savage and feral lust. She would awaken with her cock erect forming a tent and her sheet’s soaked with spilt seed. It also didn’t help that the girl was getting better at that bizarre dance every day and her actions were becoming lewder with every motion. There was also the fact that Maleficent had finally placed the girls room directly across from her own as part of her plans. There was one more step she needed to take, and that was to bathe with her.

However Maleficent’s desires as well as her prick had been growing. Before she had been a modest 14 inches hard, now she was 16 inches, and her balls had swelled up by half an inch and were sometimes over filled. She had to visit her dungeons more frequently than she ever had in her entire life and unfilled fairy pussy was becoming scarce. She was afraid that soon her desires would take over and she would plow the young girl and impregnate her earlier than planned. No, it was too soon, it would ruin her plans and if there was one thing Maleficent hated it was her plan being ruined.

Now she stood sat on her bed her body sore and hurting, having just returned from fucking yet another 28 fairies and bloating them with cum. Her cock ached so much it was painful to touch and it didn’t help that she hadn’t gotten any magic supplements for the potions lately. Her dick was too sore and large ugly veins were appearing, showing its abuse. It was pretty obvious she couldn’t get hard anymore otherwise she’d seriously damage herself. She just hoped Aurora wasn’t planning anything silly.

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