Anna and Heather were the two most popular girls in school, Anna, a petite 17 year old Brunette Russian, had an adorable face, a fit, athletic body, perfect B-Cup boobs, and a firm, toned ass. Heather, was a tall, pale, and freckled Vietnamese 16 year old with cute pigtails, braces, and a generally adorable presence, she was innocent and care free. She had small, flat, A-Cup boobs with cute little pierced nipples, and a nice, full, jiggly round ass that looked great in a pair of yoga pants, which she always wore, typically without underwear. Anna and Heather were best friends. They were having a normal semester of school until, suddenly, Anna went missing.

It had been a whole week since Anna went missing and Heather was getting worried, did she run away? Or did something more sinister happen to her, Heather wondered, walking home alone from school along her normal route until, out of the shadows, a figure crept up and knocked her out.

"Where am I?" Heather inquired, waking up with a throbbing head several hours later, "What happened?"

"You're in my laboratory." A voice answered through an intercom, as Heather started to look around the small, barren room, she saw something that truly shocked her.

Anna, her best friend, was lying on her back, nude, her flat tummy now looked like it was five months pregnant, her beautiful B-Cup boobs had grown to what looked like D-Cups as her now nipples ached tenderly, full of milk. Her legs were spread wide open, exposing her beautifully tight, shaved slit, which looked like it was bulging out, as if something was pushing behind it.

"Anna are you okay?" Heather asked her friend, running over to her side.

"OOooohhh, my pussy, the put something inside of me, some kinda egg." Anna weakly explained, as her gut startled to gurgle with life.

"What do you mean an egg? Are you saying you're pregnant?" Heather asked, rubbing her friends bloated belly as it moved even more.
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Okay, trying again with hopefully correct formatting.

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Cameron Dodges, 22 years old, had been in his new house for a week before he saw his pretty neighbor. He’d moved into the nicely landscaped, gated community with just his 2000 pickup and his belongings, which all fit in the bed of the truck. Moving from the college dorm to a real, two-bedroom townhouse meant he didn’t have much – not even enough to fill up an entire room. He’d already ordered new furniture and he planned to have his new home completely set up within a month.

Graduating near the top of his class with a degree in Finance, he’d landed a great job at a boutique investment banking firm. The firm was small, but its clients were very large and he was already planning on how he’d use his newfound income to live in relative luxury. He’d worked hard all through college, and now it was time to reap the rewards. He only had a few years to enjoy it before going back to graduate school anyway. Getting the MBA meant he’d be able to move up to manager, then VP.

He’d just pulled into the driveway and was about to run into the house to escape the freezing cold air when he saw a good looking young woman in the yard next door, pulling down Christmas lights. She was a little thin for his tastes; he liked thicker, curvier women. That was probably because it was the type of woman he never ended up with. He had the face and body that only drove young girls and older cougars wild.

Cameron was 5’7’’ and 135 pounds, with fair hair, blue eyes and the pretty-boy face of boy band member. He hated to admit it, but with his inability to produce much facial hair and his babyish face, he could still pass as a high school kid. For this reason he made a conscious effort to dress in expensive, tailored clothes and develop a confident, smooth-talking persona. He hated being treated like a kid, and did everything in his power to seem more mature.

He hadn’t met anyone in this new city, and he really wanted to go on some dates before he started his new job, so he crossed the snow-covered lawn to his neighbor’s yard. The girl was wearing white tights under a festive plaid skirt, with a red cashmere sweater over a white button down shirt. As he approached he saw that although she was thinner and shorter than he preferred, she did have some wonderful curves to her.

The young lady appeared to be about 18 or 19 and was 5’6’’ with long, brunette hair and dark green eyes. Cameron saw her body from the side as she pulled the lights off the bushes. The sweater hugged her body tightly, accentuating her thin waist and the large breasts pushing out above. He also saw from the way her knee-length skirt gripped her behind, that the girl had a well-developed ass. Actually, he reconsidered, she’s pretty fucking hot.[i/]
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This is an erotic Gravity Falls fapfiction I wrote when I probably should have been working on other things. I've done fanfic a few times before but I don't intend to make a habit of it... it's just sometimes I'm watching something and a particular idea strikes me and won't let go.

This is way longer than it should be, and took way longer than it should have, and was probably ill-considered from the start. Outright comedy isn't my strength, nor is accurately portraying somebody else's characters. But I wanted to stretch and try a few different things, and in the end, it also took too long to just throw away, so, I'm posting it.

Continuity note: This takes place after "Carpet Diem" and ignores anything from "Boyz Crazy" on.

"Virgin and Tonic - A Gravity Falls Fapfiction" (bg, Mf, bf, best, mast, inc, 1st, parody)

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Dipper Pines tugged on his cap to adjust the visor, so it would keep the sun out of his eyes while he once again checked the sheet of paper he held. On it was a drawing of a mushroom, brown with black diamond-shaped spots. Written underneath was "Do not eat", underlined three times, and then, in parentheses, "(it's for pest control!)"

He'd seen a lot of mushrooms in the woods since he and his twin sister came to stay in Gravity Falls, Oregon for the summer, but none that looked anything like this one. And they'd been searching for hours, following a map their Grunkle Stan drew on the other side of the mushroom picture. It was incredibly frustrating... he'd been sure he was in the right place several times, only to find nothing except the possibility that one of the signposts on the map was actually something else. Now Dipper was starting to lose hope that there even was a right place. "Do you ever get the impression Grunkle Stan just wants to get rid of us for a while?" He looked up and caught the eye of Mabel, his twin, seated beside him in the Mystery Shack's golf cart.

Mabel, was at that moment, eating cheese snacks from two open bags. "Oh, Dipper," she said with an amused sigh in her voice. "Why would he want to do that? We're great company."
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Summer of Bree: Part 1
M/F, cons

"Honestly officer," I'd joke quietly to myself.

I was 35 and divorced. We got married too young, and she hooked up with a man who gave her love and attention where my job did not. I had a decent job, but the money only rolled in if I worked 18 hour days, 6-7 days a week. I had an active client list longer than most resumes. Four people worked under me as free agents where I got a cut. My wife got a settlement that left me without property but my financial situation was fairly untouched. "No offense," she said, "I just want the house, cars, and boat." Fine. I recouped most of that loss in less than 2 years, but didn't want her to find out, so I played the poor card to keep her from trying to get more. I am not sure what depressed me most; her indifference or her planted hatred of me. Fuck the guy who ruined it all for me.

Still, better move on, right? I buried myself in my work, and didn't see the light of day for a long time. Until that summer. The summer of Bree.

At some point, I accidentally answered an invite to a party an old college buddy had invited me to. I knew he was networking and schmoozing me. I am not sure why I didn't turn him down like so many others, but the invite had a picture of his house which looked quirky and expensive. It was a house on a hill on stilts surrounded by a large, multi-level deck. It overlooked some water and boasted an architect's pedigree. One of the levels led down to a dock where two small fishing boats bobbed lazily in the wakes of passing motorboats that led to the small bay nearby. The first time I went there, I saw the house and decks lit by warm light from a multitude of lights strategically planted about the nooks that evenly lit the entire place, yet somehow kept a cozy feel.

My friend's name was Dan. Dan the Man. Not an original nickname, but that's how I knew him from college. Dan the Man was the guy who always had the party lists from the open to the secluded. Dan the Man knew where you could get a cheap bottle of Boons Farm or the priciest bud from the local distributor. Now Dan was a Man with the Plan. He was into real estate, and was doing quite well. Married, twice divorced, got custody every time. Dan ruined the women who betrayed him, and I think part of me respected and envied that.

"This house belonged to my second wife," he said. "What a bitch. I didn't learn my first lesson and married for looks a second time. Thankfully, after my first wife, I knew how to keep my money. And hers."

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Rosemary was a beautiful 18 year old girl of Southeast Asian descent. She had a firm, tight, round ass which she worked on regularly, doing many squats and workouts to keep it that way. She had cute little B-cups and an adorable face, complete with long black pigtails which reached down to the middle of her back. Like most Asians she was short, only 5'2 but she had beautiful legs that made her look taller than she really was. She was also your typical high school student from a rich neighborhood; meaning spoiled, pampered, and not very smart. Her parents gave her whatever she wanted and she dressed herself in designer clothing that made all the other girls jealous. She was a bully and a jerk, picking on other less attractive girls. She cheated in class and always got her way, but karma was about to pay her back big time.

One day, when walking home from school, Rosemary saw a large ship in the sky. It was silver and shiny, with bright lights around the middle. Before she could react it shone a bright light on her and she passed out, before being carried onto the ship by unseen entities.

On board the ship, the entities debated about what to do with her.

"The human womb is too small for our eggs, they would not be able to grow in her uterus properly." One of the beings said.

"Well luckily all our eggs need are a warm environment and time." Another said.

"But if not her womb, Sir, then where?" The first one asked, perplexed.

"Where else?" The other one said annoyed at his subordinates lack of insight. "Her ass should be plenty warm and spacious enough for our eggs."

"But we have never tested that before, Sir, not to mention it would be unbearably painful for her." The first being said as politely as he good.
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Painful Revenge

Michelle was your typical high school girl with a great body, no brains, and a lot of money, meaning she was a total bitch. She was 16 years old with long blonde hair, fair skin, a beautiful face, perfect C-cup boobs, and a firm bubble butt that filled her backside nicely, jiggling ever slightly as she walked. Unknown to her, however, she had rubbed the wrong person the wrong way, and now they planned on teaching her a lesson or two.

One day, when she was walking to her car late at night, a mysterious figure grabbed her and threw her in the back of a van, but not before the figure had hogtied her and stripped her of her clothes. Humiliated and terrified, Michelle demanded to know who the figure was and what was going on.

"You will find out soon enough." The figure said, hiding his/her voice with a voice modulator, sending chills down Michelle's spine.

After what seemed like an eternity the van finally arrived at its destination and Michelle was taking to a large, empty room, with nothing but a large medical table in it. There she was strapped to the table, face down, her arms were allowed to hang off the edge where they were tied to the ground firmly with rope, making Michelle's large breasts painfully squished between the table and her body. Her legs hung freely off the edge of the table, left low enough so her toes could touch the ground but not the balls of her feet. Her teen sex and large soft ass were on full display. Genuinely freighted that she was going to be raped she tried desperately to free herself but to no avail. After a good hour passed the figure returned.

"Enjoying yourself Michelle?" The figure asked mocking, enjoying seeing her like this.

"Who the fuck are you?" Michelle asked angrily. "How do you know my name?"

"Oh that's right, you can't tell who I am yet, well let me give you a hint." The figure said as it walked over to Michelle.
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Look, no time to explain, but here.

https://7chan.org/d/res/38409.html#i38409

Now this.

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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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MF, JB

This the second story I've written and my first post. The language at times is a little unnatural bc I wrote about a third of this act on my phone in the backseat of a car.

Act 1/3

It was early. I was groggy and eager to go back to bed. But I had to drive my little brother to school and pick up some other kids. He was a freshman in high school. I was a sophomore at university, visiting home between semesters.
I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and fixed my hair a little. We headed out the door and my brother gave me directions to our carpool buddies. I pulled up to a red brick house with a lush garden in front. The house was very frilly and girly, but not nearly as frilly and girly as the two girls that came skipping out to the driveway. The older of the two had on a long, slender body. She was probably 5’10” or so and was wearing heels on top of that. She had long, waist-length brunette hair that seemed void of any imperfections. Perfectly straight. Her body was model like, very thin and she held a pair of not quite C-cups on her chest. The younger of the two was like a smaller version of her older sister, she dressed similar, had a deep salon tan like her sister, and her hair was almost identical to her sister’s, although not quite as long. Her tits were tiny little A-cups, and her frame was smaller than her sisters.
The two came towards the car and seated themselves in the backseat.
“Hi, I’m Kennedy.” The older one said.
The younger one seeming to look to her older sister before ever acting. “I’m Tawnee.”
I replied “Nice to meet you ladies. You both go to the high school?”
Kennedy quickly replied “Oh no, I do. I’m a senior. But Tawnee’s only 14. She goes to Kingston.”
“OK, will one of you guide me there, I don’t know where that is.” I said.
Tawnee started to speak up, when Kennedy volunteered to handle the job.
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An old favorite of mine that I've been meaning to repost for a while. F/dog, f/m.

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The hot sun boiled down upon my white skin. School just out for summer I need badly to get started on my tan. I lay motionless in my own backyard, my red two piece bikini covering the smallest amount of skin possible. I was 5'5 and about 110 lbs, blonde, slender and busty for a girl with so little weight. My 30 C cups tits bulging outward at the red fabric draped over them. My boney hips exposed and my shaven cunt covered by just a small triangle of red cloth. I was not a virgin, my boyfriend and I having experimented twice in my life.

I loved the feeling of the warm sun upon my young skin as I heard noises from the fence beside our house. I peered out of my dark sunglasses at the site of a yellow plastic nozzle peeking through the wooden fence posts. I knew instantly that the young boy next door, while turned on at the site of my tight young body, was about to unload his 'super soaker" water gun in my general direction! The little "son of a bitch" never left me alone anymore as I jumped to my feet. The water streaming past me, missing, I laughed aloud and darted for the front door. The boy opened the gate in front of me and charged up the sidewalk ready to unload. Cut off, I darted away from him, my tits bouncing in my suit as I ran for the old building across the alley. I know he had to love the site of my slender, yet jiggling ass running away from him as I made it across the alley and entered the vacant lumber yard building that was full of old boxes. I quickly darted behind a pile and waited for him to pass me by.

I was on all fours, hiding when the nozzle slid up to my head, I didn't even hear him as he snuck up behind me. Laughing, the neighbor boy told me raise up my hands or he would fire. I placed them above my head like a prisoner and stood up. The boy marched me to an opening in the building. I knew if he fired that my body would glisten and be shown off to someone that shouldn't see so much of me. But the entire episode excited me, as he placed a tie around my wrists and bound them behind me. Like a firing squad he stood me in front of him and asked if I had any last words when we both herd a rustling near the door. He looked surprised as his large brown dog trotted over to him. I don't know breeds but the dog weighed at least 100 lbs and was taller than the boys hip. He patted the dog on the head and prepared to fire but the dog trotted towards me. I laughed a little as his dog came over near me, the boy pleaded for the dog to get out of there, as I am sure the boy wanted to see my body soaking wet.

The dog stood at my waist, looking up at me, I asked him if he was my savior, but I couldn't expect what happened next. The dog stuck his nose right into the crotch of my suit and snorted loudly. I was so embarrassed that I jumped backwar Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Hoy there! Rin again!

Like I said before, I've got four stories all fleshed out in my "notebook" and ready to be typed up. Each story, each idea had a rough draft of a chapter all ready to go, if I wanted to post it right away.

This is number #2, Ultimatum.

Again; POST FEEDBACK. I won't be able to get better at this shit unless I know what I'm doing wrong!

More blubbering after the story post