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Being Sociable (pedo, Mg, molestation, anal) Univited/Uncle+Rick 14/10/24(Fri)04:12 No. 22606 ID: a887c0 [Reply]

Not sure what to say about this one. Not sure if I'm gonna write a second part. Just watched a French series where the characters were refreshingly honest about their selfishness, even if that made them a bit of an asshole. Figured I'd give it a try. There's no justifying this, so why bother trying?

*** *** *****

The movie had been typical summer stupid, but not offensively bad, so Brian and I just shared ironic looks while the others gushed about how awesome it had been. As usual, they immediately started talking about where they wanted to go drinking that night. I amused myself by people watching. The theater at the mall was almost perpetually filled with teens on dates, roving packs of jailbait, and little lolis dragging their parents to the latest Pixar knockoff. All I had to do was put on a bored expression and I could enjoy the view with no one being the wiser, so long as I didn't focus on anyone too closely.

I didn't chime in on my coworker's deliberations, which surprised exactly no one. They always talked about how I was so chill, and how I always just went with the flow. The truth is, I didn't give a rats ass where we ended up, and I only came out on these little outings so I wouldn't seem antisocial. I like my coworkers well enough, and it's worth a night of tedium every now and again to keep up good relations, though only just.

Brian broke off from the debate and struck up a conversation with me about True Detectives. He was the most irascible fuck I worked with, sarcastic, short tempered, and he looked like a bald, lumberjack version of grumpycat. He was also one of the most observant, empathetic, and thoughtful people I had the privilege to know. He put up a tough facade, and he'd make fun of you mercilessly if he knew you could take it, but he also was the first to recognize when someone was on the verge of a meltdown at work, and he always seemed to know just what to say. He always stuck up for the little guy, and made sure no one felt left out. He was just plain good people, and I was glad to know him. He also scared me, because I often felt certain he understood me better than he let on. I'm pretty sure he had me pegged as closet homosexual, and I tried to encourage that assumption. It was a hell of a lot better than the alternative. So we chatted for a bit about how surprised we were to realize that Matthew McConaughey was not only a real actor, but a fucking amazing actor at that, how fucking good the writing was, and what an oppressive mindfuck the series was, as a whole.

That was when I saw a familiar face, and realized something was odd. I wasn't sure why the woman had caught my eye. She was pretty enough, but nothing remarkable, and a bit old for me anyway. She was walking out to the parking lot, pulling her keys out of her purse as she walked. I couldn't quite put my Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/11/11(Tue)15:46 No. 22779 ID: 51544a

>>22778

I've made the mistake of continuing on stories lime this after the spark is gone, and it's always underwhelming. It's better left to your imagination. Besides, I have a very specific scenario that is completely fucked up and so goddamned hot. I might not get around to it for a while, but it's definitely the next thing i'll post here. Much less touchy feely, not at all like the saccharine setups that have been my norm recently.


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Anonymous 14/12/26(Fri)12:37 No. 23022 ID: 24e0df

I couldn't stop thinking about this story today. It deserves a bump just for that.


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Anonymous 15/05/14(Thu)10:38 No. 23554 ID: 1874c2

>>22749
Pleeeease update op. i'm begging pleaaaaase




Lara Croft Is My Guvnor (FM, Fm1st, Lara Croft, various straight sex and v Anonymous 09/07/11(Sat)10:54 No. 12 ID: 04c4aa [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

This is a re-upload of the LARA CROFT SEX CHRONICLES!

Summary: A young lad is hired on to work for a famous treasure-hunter, and gets more experience from the job than he could have ever imagined.

Lara Croft Is My Guvnor (FM, Fm1st, Lara Croft, various straight sex and voyeurism)

Chapter 1

Winston Smith walked out to the pool area with a tray of iced tea in his hands. He hated going outside on hot days like this, especially since he always wore his stuffy butler's suit. Lara greeted him with a smile as she laid in a lounge chair, soaking up the sun in nothing more than a small white bikini and sunglasses.
"Thank you Winston," Lara said as her butler set the tray on the table beside her and she grabbed a glass.
Winston regarded the view around the pool. The whole area was a mess, with pool accessories and toys scattered all over the deck area. The surface of the pool was littered with leaves and stray paper and plastic items that had blown in on the wind.
"Have you finally given some thought about hiring new help for the pool, Miss Croft?" he asked.
"I know," Lara said with a bit of frustration. "I just haven't had the time lately," she said as she took another sip from her iced tea.
"Hmmm," Winston said, casting a slow glance at Lara as she sipped and sighed, stretching out her gleaming body under the hot sun.
"Yes, well, I've made note of the requirements for the pool maintenance, and I believe that we can satisfy them and do a little good for the community at the same time."
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Anonymous 15/02/22(Sun)13:02 No. 23310 ID: 5f8748

>>17312when are we gonna read about charlie fucking lara
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Anonymous 15/04/08(Wed)19:03 No. 23454 ID: bd4229

>>23310

we're not


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Anonymous 15/05/13(Wed)02:44 No. 23548 ID: 3c0ba5

Maybe a reboot wouldn't go amiss.




Trans, Futa, Sex, Life, MTF Little Abby 14/12/22(Mon)10:41 No. 23009 ID: fd5923 [Reply]

Been wanting to write something worthy of here for a long time. So here I go....

Being a Transgendered person wasn't quite like I expected at all. All my life I had been told I was useless. That I would never amount to anything. I never fit in with the guys at school and sucked at sports majorly. I seemed to be able to gt along with most of the girls though. They would talk to me and we would carry on a conversation with no real problems at all. I grew up being depressed all the time having no clear idea why. I was in and out of work not really fitting in and being angry all the time. I started to get really bad thinking suicide was an option. Then I stumbled across a story that changed my life. I mean literally changed me. I was scared of being trans at first. But the more I thought about it the more I thought 'What if?' So I took a trial run of Female hormones and holy hell. I was hooked.


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It Begins Little+Abby 14/12/23(Tue)04:28 No. 23015 ID: fd5923

I looked up from the work I was doing to see John start knocking on my office window. I smiled and buzzed him in. The security button had been on the fritz a bit lately so I had to press it a few times but he came in. "Hey, somebody get a bit rough the other day?". I smiled thinking that it would take me a while to get used to the bruises making people think that I had been beaten up. "Oh no. Nothing quite like that. I had surgery a few days ago. Just to fix up a few things." He regarded my bruises and looked skeptical but nodded anyway. "If you ever need help give me a yell. I'll help ya chase em off." he made a few karate gestures topped off with a "wataaaaaaaaaa" to prove his point. I just giggled. "Thanks but it wouldn't look too good if a security guard had to get help from a cook." He gave me a mock glare and simply stated "Under Siege" I laughed outright at that. He gave me one last look and went back to his kitchen. "ARRggghhhh" I dropped my head onto my desk in frustration. It was followed by an immediate "OW" Great! Another bruise to explain. I sighed and headed upstairs to drop off a few deliveries. A few hours passed and my relief Rick arrived allowing me to knock off. I gave the required handover and filled him in on the days events. "Hey Ric...." He paused a minute to correct himself. "Hey Abby." I looked at him eager to go home and slaughter the innocent on GTA5 Online. I just raised an eyebrow. "You ok?" I smiled. "Yeah. A few people asked a few questions. Like who did that? Was it your girlfriend? Your boyfriend? Your dad?. Ugh but I was kind of expecting it so it was too bad." "What about your eye candy?" he asked wiggling his eyebrows? I immediately blushed and started grinning like an idiot. "HAH! Thought soooooo." I walked out the door my cheeks burning red enough to almost overpower the bruises either side of my nose. I walked past the sandwich shop and paused to look into the window. The kitchen was winding down that late in the afternoon. I couldn't help but stare a little. I noticed one of the female staff watching, looked into the kitchen then back to me. I must have gone red as my cheeks started burning. I rushed away.

I got home and practically fell through the front door and hid in my room. I heard a knock followed by a muffled "You ok?" "Let me die in in peace" I cried. She came in anyway and sat on the corner of my bed. "Hey' she prodded the lump under the sheet. No response. "You leave me no choice then" I started squirming knowing what came next. "ARRGGHH NOOO" I started laughing. "Stop!" I cried. Jess refused to stop saying she would only stop when I stopped hiding. I couldn't breathe properly by this point so I stuck my head out from under my sanctuary. I tried to glare at Jessica Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/01/08(Thu)07:11 No. 23086 ID: d0bbc7

Please yes.


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Anonymous 15/05/13(Wed)01:22 No. 23547 ID: 4d85f4

>>23009

Nice story but hard to read because of the "wall of text effect."

It's easier to read a story if you break it into short paragraphs. The usual rule is: new speaker, new line. That way the white space helps the reader to keep track of who's speaking.

HTH




Device Brothers - Chapter 1 - The Ottoman wondash!v4DxM5avR6 14/04/10(Thu)04:54 No. 21522 ID: fc5e42 [Reply]

Chapter 1 – The Ottoman

Tina and I were walking back from the beach. It was a very warm day even for late August. Summer vacation was nearing an end. I was wearing my favorite bikini, string top and bottoms. Tina’s had put on a tee and wrap over her bikini. She was always more reserved than I, even though she was gorgeous. We rounded the corner and made a left down the alley, a short-cut to our beach house. A few cars were parked, one of them a Corvette which we both admired. Ahead of the Vette was a panel van. As we passed, the side door and passenger doors opened together. My brain tried to register what happened next, but it was all so fast. Tina screamed and was quickly muffled. I felt a rag across my face, became very dizzy, then all went black.

My head hurt. I opened my eyes and tried to focus. The room was empty save for a chair, small side table, and the bed I as on. There was one door and no windows. I tried to sit up and realized that I couldn’t. Straps crossed my body and legs. And what was in my mouth, a ball, a gag! “Ahhhmmmmfffffff”. I tried to scream but only made a muffled sound. Tears welled in my eyes. Oh god, where was I? Where was Tina? What’s happening? I closed my eyes and tried to relax. The door opened. A man walked in. He was wearing a white lab coat and hospital scrubs. Maybe this was a hospital. But why was I restrained and gagged. He carried a silver tray which he set on the table. I could see a syringe. Immediately I started to struggle “Nnnnnnnnnn.” He approached my side and steadied my arm. “No need to worry” he said, and I felt the sting of the needle. “You’ll start to feel a bit light headed. Don’t worry. I’ll be back as soon as I tend to your friend.”

I didn’t fall asleep, but my mind was not clear. I tried to focus. What did I need to do? Something should be done, something was wrong, but what? Things didn’t seem so bad all of a sudden. I was relaxed. Some time later, the door opened and the man returned. As he approached, I noticed the bulge at his waist. Did he have an erection? For some reason, this did not concern me. At my side, he held each of my eyelids open and shined a small light in my eyes. “Good” he mumbled to himself. “Jenny, I’m going to remove your gag now.” It felt good to close my mouth. “Wwwear am I? how do you know my name?” “You’re safe here. I have some questions to ask. I know you’ll tell me the truth. I’ve already spoken with Tina. He began to ask questions, and for some reason, I just answered. He asked about my family and where I lived. He asked how old I was. He asked about my relationship with Tina (she was my best friend). Then the topic changed. “Jenny, are you a virgin?” I was. Tina and I had spoken of this together. We would wait for the right time and place. So far, that had not happened. I began to shake, but still, I felt obliged to answer. “Yes.” The very personal questions co Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/04/28(Tue)03:57 No. 23505 ID: 053c68

Woot. Please continue.


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Anonymous 15/04/28(Tue)10:25 No. 23506 ID: b9e082

yeah it's been weeks!


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wondash!v4DxM5avR6 15/05/12(Tue)14:16 No. 23544 ID: cc2815

I'm currently working on a new story in my Club universe - although lately I haven't been writing at all. Eventually I'll come back to Device Brothers.




Mia's House (teen, drugs, bestiality) Anonymous 15/04/29(Wed)02:49 No. 23507 ID: 28d3ed [Reply]

I met Mia in the parking lot of a liquor store.

My buddy and I were planning to get pretty hammered later that night, and I was just making a quick trip to get a few bottles of the hard stuff. But opportunity knocked; or in this case, shouted. I stopped and looked in the direction of the shout. It had come from a girl who had been loitering near the alleyway behind the liquor store. She was a latina girl with light brown skin and long, dark brown hair that fell well past her shoulders. She was short, but her face was attractive and her body especially so; not too skinny, with just enough curves to be tantalizing, and a fairly decent pair of tits that her tight t-shirt showed off quite well. I also noted that she wore a little necklace with a golden cross that hung down between her breasts. Overall, the girl was one hot little package.

"Hey mister, you wanna get me a 12 pack of beer?" she asked.

It could have been a police sting. I asked her how old she was.

"I'm 18," she said. "I just don't got my ID on me and the cholo behind the counter won't sell me nothing. Come on, help a girl out? I'll make it worth your while..."

She was definitely lying about her age, never mind that fact that 18 wasn't old enough to buy beer anyway, but she wasn't lying about making it worth my while. When I took her back into the alleyway and she'd dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants, I knew this probably wasn't a police sting. As she wrapped her hand around my cock and licked her puffy lips, I asked her how old she really was.

"Why's it matter?" she asked. "I'm 15 almost, you got a problem with that?"

She gave pretty good head for a 14 year old. It wasn't the best I'd ever gotten, but the girl clearly had a little experience. She swallowed half my cock without gagging and began to bob her head back and forth vigorously while she stroked me. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, and she seemed to respond to my aggressiveness by sucking me harder. When I blew my load, she swallowed it all down without complaint.
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Anonymous 15/04/29(Wed)18:32 No. 23510 ID: 29386a

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7INmvg24vW4


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Anonymous 15/04/30(Thu)20:03 No. 23512 ID: 310699

This was really hot. I don't know if you planned to continue the story or this was a one-off, but it was awesome


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Anonymous 15/05/10(Sun)09:51 No. 23533 ID: c4cd78

That was really good.




Snipped (TF, Bondage, Castration) Anonymous 15/05/05(Tue)12:10 No. 23523 ID: 54b3a5 [Reply]

Mistress entered first. She was beautiful, all dark skin and black leathers. Her hair pulled back in a tight knot, breasts pressed up in shelf bra, nipples bare and showing silver bars. A kris knife hung at one side, a leash on the other, but she needn’t raise it. The slave followed behind her quite willingly. Laleh was her name she had been given. Tonight she had been prepared in the finest way the harem could, dotted, primped, and perfumed.

She wore pink silk veils with gold coins across the bridge of her nose. She turned and began her dance as she entered the chambers. Her body had been clad in nothing more concealing than the many layers of silks. Gold serpents coiled around her wrists, slave rings that were chained to rings on her fingers. Her foot raised over her head as she bent over herself, a thin wire thong on her delicate sole. She inched around until her face was framed by one long leg, then completed the leisurely roll. As she rose again, she let the silks down from her chest. Her nipples were stiff, dark circles that peaked on gentle, youthful breasts. Her hips shook, a silver chain slung around her navel tracing each movement.

She closed the space between herself and her owner. Her hands reached out for him, grazing the curtain he sat behind, before she receded toward her Mistress. The slave traced her hands slowly up her Mistress’ side. She grazed her Mistress’ breast with her cheek. Her Mistress touched the slave’s chin and guided her away. Laleh’s lips parted, longing to speak, but knowing her place.

Mistress held the slave around her waist. She took the silk skirts away, letting them fall to the floor and reveal the slave’s sex. Between mahogany thighs, hung Laleh’s cock, a soft member no bigger than middle and index finger, and her petite pouch like a petty coin purse. Laleh took a sharp breath as she was revealed.

From her owner, she was beckoned on. Her hands reached back to clasp around her Mistress’ neck. Mistress rubbed one of Laleh’s nipples with the pads of her fingers, while her other hand ran down across her hip. From a waiting vessel, she dipped her fingers in clear oil. Laleh parted her legs and bent forward at the waist.

Mistress penetrated her ass with two fingers. Laleh whined, her lips quivered. Mistress’ fingers pumped into her, curled against her prostate. She couldn’t stay silent and panted with increasing desperation. Her spread legs trembled and she looked to her owner.

Mistress met his eyes, then bore her fingers into the slave. She gripped her hip, pulling her fingers tight against Laleh’s sex. She moaned, wanton and vulgar, as her cock released pale seed onto the stone floor.

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Priscilla Loves Pussy, Piss, and Her Daughters bkmcdevitt 15/04/29(Wed)03:08 No. 23508 ID: 7d2392 [Reply]

Story codes: Fgg, lesbian, pedo, scat, incest, watersports

Author's Warning: The following story is for adults only. It is only a fantasy; don't try anything like any of this with real children. With other adults, go for it; aspire to go beyond the perversity of this story.

Oh, and this story, if i have done my job right, is best read while naked. If you are a male, you might want to get out your favorite butt-plug and put it somewhere nice and hot and tight (if you like kinky stuff enough to have found this story, i know you have one) and lube up your free hand. If you are of the female variety, you might want to have your favorite vibrator ready...your pussy is gonna need it.

Lastly, if this story does make you cum buckets (or squirt buckets) or inspires you to try some bedroom* activities you had not contemplated before, please write and tell me! It was a story like this that encouraged me to actually take the plunge into same-sex fun and then into the delicious depravity that is scat!
*or elsewhere... getting nasty is even more fun in public!

Last chance to back out before things get dirty....



The air in the kitchen was thick with the smell of piss, shit, sweat, perfume, and the estrogen tang of aroused pussy.
Priscilla inhaled deeply, then returned to sucking on her daughter’s asshole. Above her, Megan sighed, tossing her long blond hair, then relaxed her sphincter, her young and hairless cunt drizzling juice onto her mother’s chin. With one hand she played with her clit, with her other, she was fondling the pink nubbins of her breasts. It would be another two years before she really needed a bra, but her nipples were already incredibly sensitive. Between Priscilla’s wide-spread thighs, Megan’s identical twin sister Molly was busily licking their mother’s pussy with an enthusiasm that bordered on the manic.
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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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The Greenvale Fraternity Jacqueline Madison Gibson (Jax) 15/01/05(Mon)17:00 No. 23068 ID: e2fc72

I got up and went into the kitchen and poured myself a fresh coffee and took a seat at the kitchen table, Judo followed me and helped himself to a glass of milk and then sat opposite me.
I took a sip of my coffee and we both sat in silence for a few minutes.
‘So….er…..what do you think?’ Judo asked placing his glass of milk on the table.
‘Have you talked to Peter about this yet?’ I asked.
‘No…. no one…. Not even Tom… just you’
‘Good’ I let out a sigh of relief ‘Its just that I worry about people finding out… about what we do together. And I kinda think that the less people know the better, that’s all’.

Judo nodded and took another sip of his milk.
‘You don’t have to worry about anyone finding out Jax, honestly. We all take a pledge when we join the fraternity and my older brother makes sure no one steps out of line.’
‘Your older brother?’
‘Yeah, you know, he set up the GVF 12 years ago, that’s why I run it now’
‘Does he know about me then?’ I asked, with an obvious sound of concern in my voice’.
Judo squirmed in his chair as if he wasn’t sure what to say, ‘he knows of you but he don’t know the stuff we are doing’.
‘HOW !’ I exclaimed ‘How does he know of me, what do you mean?’
‘Well he came around here to warn you to stay away from the silo and…….’
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CUBE 15/01/20(Tue)11:48 No. 23143 ID: 352360

Is there more ?


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

Wonder what happened next ?




The Lolly Anne Conspiracies (tg, magic, ped*) AnonyMPC 12/04/04(Wed)22:59 No. 15727 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Writing's become slow and chore-like again, so I've decided that my latest effort to get myself inspired will be to clear my backlist... over the next few weeks, I'll be editing and posting the stories that I have completed but not released. This does not include MPC4 which is still slow-going.

First up, another of my 'Sci-Fi Serials'. This one deserves a bit of a warning because it's a bit different than my usual stuff, focusing on men who transform into little girls. (I realize there's another 'guy turns into sexualized girl' story that just started, and apologize if it seems like more of the same).

The Lolly Anne Conspiracies (tg, magic, ped*)
Installment 1: "The New Lolly Anne" (additional codes: Mg*, MMg*, g*g*, 1st*)
(* indicates that the code applies due to the bodies of the people involved... since the story involves magical transgenderism, the minds involved will be different)

The first time it happened, I had no idea what was going on. In that respect, I’m like many others. Even those who chose this life, who knew it was coming, have told me that when it first happened they were surprised and wondered if it was a dream that first time.

In my case, that it was a dream was a natural conclusion, since the night before I’d had my share of those. Unsettling dreams about being held down by somebody laughing while I screamed. That’s common too.

When I first woke up that morning, just for a few moments, I felt strange, like my eyes weren’t quite right. For one thing, colors seemed to be more vivid, and subtly different shades of the same color stood out. If I didn't know better, I might have suspected I'd been shaking off the effect of some kind of psychotropic drug, but I didn't feel high, so I assumed I was caught in that place in-between dreams and reality, where they mixed a little too freely. Whenever I get like that I can usually choose whether to wake up fully or descend once again into slumber. I was still drowsy, and knew I didn’t have to go to work that day, so I decided to sleep in.

I must have spent an hour or so in that state, drifting in and out of consciousness, the comfort of my bed and dreams which were growing more and more erotic, when a noise jarred me. Somebody was coming through the front door.
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Anonymous 15/03/31(Tue)19:55 No. 23431 ID: 752652

Where can I find more stories like this?


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Anonymous 15/04/01(Wed)08:41 No. 23436 ID: 433925

>>23431
http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/
Scroll down to Relatively Powered. They're both sci-fi themed and it's really good.


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AnonyMPC 15/04/02(Thu)16:48 No. 23440 ID: a609fb

>>23353

Wow, I'm not even sure how to respond to that. Sorry to hear about your brother, and that I didn't manage to finish the story so he could have read it. Good luck with your collaboration, I hope it works out, but even if not, I'm sure it was worth it just for you.

>>23431

Somebody else already posted the link to my other stories, but if you're looking specifically for other stories about men turning into little girls... I know they're out there (I think I even stumbled across one recently), but I'm afraid I can't point you there. Maybe others can.




Housecat - Ageplay, Futa, Incest, and more! Anonymous 14/06/03(Tue)12:26 No. 21875 ID: 47e7b4 [Reply]

C1
Mother was different, I guess.

From what they told me, my mother and my father were madly in love. They travelled the world together, like some cheese romance movie that you feel like you paid too much to see. Up late, always together, they were inseparable. My father had made quite a lot of money in his profession, and we were very well off. They loved me unconditionally, and I felt there was no better childhood to have. Christmas was beautiful. Summer was vacation. Birthdays were christening events.

When father died, my mother became Sadie. She didn't have to work, we had enough in savings to send ten children to college in thirty years inflation, but it was only her and I. It made me feel out of place, no longer were there interesting meals and a neat, varying lifestyle. My mother just sat around the house, laying on the couch or sitting at the dinner table for hours on end. She wasn't blank, but she didn't care anymore. When we caught eyes, she looked at me like a burden, or a reminder of things she had lost. I was 10 at the time, but now I'm 15.

"Sophie," Sadie called to me, turning her head but not actually looking at me, "don't forget to pick up milk on your way home from school." She looked like the shell of a woman that I had known before. Her hair was still a bushy curl of long brown crescents, and her figure was still the deep envy of neighboring women, but she sat on our long couch with no soul or composure. Her arm hung off and she turned her head back into staring at the ceiling, the daylight burning the curtains and the furniture. I went to school 6 miles away, but from this point I was plenty used to walking in the Californian sun. I didn't really remember what father looked like if it weren't for the pictures that hung on the walls and the mantle, and I looked at one on my way out. We all looked so happy. I turned my head back to Sadie, who had resumed the blank stare at the ceiling. Shutting the door with a little more force than usual, I began the blister blossom walk.

People liked me, I guess. Everyone I knew at school was very nice to me, but I couldn't let them under the armor. Nobody could really get what was wrong. All of my classmates wouldn't understand what my life was like, it was best to just let them get back to listening to their pop music and wearing their pattern pocket shirts. The school day just rose and fell like the sun around the building, and before I knew it, the day was over. All I could think about was how much a damn skateboard would cost as I began to roll my heels in my converse, which weren't exactly the holy grail of foot support. The sun had started coloring the horizon as I opened the door of my home, at the top of a vista hill, and shut the door behind me.

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Anonymous 15/03/17(Tue)08:03 No. 23385 ID: cb0683

This isn't dead, is it? I need more.


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Anonymous 15/03/29(Sun)09:45 No. 23425 ID: dcec89

C5

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.

Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.

Only I will remain.

The point between being asleep and being awake is something you only really feel every once and a while. An alarm gone off too early, right in the middle of a dream. A sound in the night waking you with instant awareness. Some days you wake up, clear as day, and don't realize twelve hours have passed you by. It is, for all intents and purposes, a stasis.
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Anonymous 15/03/29(Sun)09:46 No. 23426 ID: dcec89

>>23425
My ID seemed to have changed, but I don't think anyone wants to pretend to have to write this business.

>>23385
Not dead. Just doing it on my own time.




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