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A Sissy Story Dee 13/01/12(Sat)18:49 No. 18110 ID: 9b0c45 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]


James swallowed hard as he walked toward the front door. He rang the doorbell and stood fidgeting on the stoop. James was a popular enough guy. He was a surfer with the classic long blond hair, blue eyed beach bum look, he was also a star swimmer -- the only freshman to make the varsity squad. Despite this he was nervous. This was the first time he’d gone to a girls house when her parents weren’t home. Not only that, but the girl, Julie, was the hottest freshman at school. The door swung open and Tommy, Julie’s brother, stood inside.

“Hey come on in,” said Tommy.

James stepped through the door and looked up at Tommy -- a senior and the captain of the swim team. He was at least 6 inches taller than him. Most guys were taller than James, who was barely 5-foot 7-inches. He walked into the hallway and looked into the living room where Chris -- Tommy’s best friend -- was sitting on the couch playing xbox. Chris was a wrestler and was short and broad chested, although he was still taller than James.

“Who invited the midget?” Chris called out.

“My sister,” said Tommy. “She’s upstairs in her room. Go on up its the first door on the right.”

James thanked Tommy and gave Chris the finger as he ran up the stairs. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Julie was laying on her bed listening to her ipod and flipping through facebook on her laptop. She was laying on her stomach in just a sweater and panties. Her socked feet were crossed in the air behind her.

James felt his cock grow in his pants as he admired her smooth cream colored legs that led to a large round ass and narrow waist. Her straight blond hair was cut into a short bob. She looked back noticing James. Her big blue eyes widened and her pink lips parted leaving a surprised look on her gorgeous face. She pulled a blanket over her legs.
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Anonymous 14/06/11(Wed)03:48 No. 21924 ID: 638974

this needs a bump

Anonymous 14/07/12(Sat)02:26 No. 22060 ID: a06bd3

this might be dead but it deserves one more bump

Anonymous 14/07/26(Sat)06:49 No. 22122 ID: a9d5a0


Conquering With Darkness Mint 11/04/14(Thu)06:51 No. 11868 ID: 8c6d64 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

This is the sequel to Toying with Darkness. If you want to read the first one without going through the pages of this board, it can be found here:


I have to voice that I'm a bit concerned about posting a sequel. New people come across this story, don't want to bother reading the original and then just move on. I'll post a summary of the first story after this chapter. I'm just too tired to write it now and I want to begin this story. So for first time readers who are too lazy to read the original, hit reply to find the summary and if it's not there yet, just be patient.

And it begins. This one contains a shit ton of battles, some death, some drama and a whole lot of sex. If you'll notice on the tags I added a new one since I posted it on my blog. I forgot to include it. I'm sure you'll enjoy.

Tags: Anal, orgy, incest, orgy, bestiality, abuse, angst, anthro, Bondage, sadism, masochism, body modification (in every sense of the term), corruption, dominance (male to female, female to female and female to male), exhibitionism, lesbianism (a lot), futanari, humiliation, underage, pedophilia (lots), mind control (demon powers), character deaths (some you might not want to), pregnancy, oral, rape, slavery, masturbation, transformation, violence, gore, blood-drinking, pissing, plushie (you heard me), bunny sex (not kidding), lactation (yeah, I'm going there)



Chapter 1
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Mint 13/06/09(Sun)22:34 No. 19132 ID: 62b1d7


I'll post it here. Almost done with the first chapter.

Rain 13/06/10(Mon)15:24 No. 19143 ID: 4c099f

Bitchin'. I'm interested in all of those things.

Anonymous 14/07/26(Sat)04:01 No. 22120 ID: 1a33d2

Can't quite let it go yet. This is still some of the best writing around on this board.

Cheats (Mg, MC, anal) Uncle Rick aka Uninvited aka urmom 14/07/09(Wed)14:39 No. 22052 ID: c1fbfe [Reply]

Don't mind me, just dropping this steaming pile of blatant, self-indulgent, no-plot, pablum crap right over here while I refuse to finish The Laws of Hospitality, or The Hunger, or my shapeshifter story, or any of the other butt-nuggets I've scattered here and elsewhere on teh intrawebz. You guessed it, I ripped it off in a couple long nights, and I haven't even bothered to proof. Hope it helps you stain a few socks. I may write more later, but as usual, I'll probably drop this "story" right as you're starting to get interested, or I'll force some crappy full-circle bullshit on the end like the talentless hack I am.

Anyway, hope you like it!

*** *** *****

The girls were just friends, but they might as well have been twins. Well, fraternal twins. Both had natural blonde hair, button noses, slim, dancer's builds, and Scandinavian features, but they weren't identical. One had pale, ice-blue eyes, while the others were deep forest green. They wore tiny bikinis that did very little to conceal lean, toned, and tanned bodies just on the earliest cusp of pubescence. I never saw one without the other, and that wasn't a bad thing in the least. They'd arrived three days ago, and I'd kept a loose eye on them, always behind a pair of sunglasses, of course. I only rarely saw either set of parents, and every time I did, there was generally a beer can in their hand. The girls came and went from their rooms generally as they pleased, and spent hours on the beach with no supervision whatsoever.


A couple months ago, a situation like this would have come as an enormous surprise. I'd have had a hard time believing that parents would allow their preteen daughters to wander the resort in tiny little bikinis, completely unsupervised, but it's shockingly common, especially among the kind of people who can afford to come stay at places like this. If you chose this place, it meant you had money, and in spades. You'll certainly find your fair share of helicopter parents, and nuclear families tended to stick together, like herd animals, but there's a sizable minority that simply let their kiddos wander as they please, content in the knowledge that nothing truly bad could happen at a place this expensive. After all, tourism was this country's primary source of income, and the local cops were well motivated to keep any undesirables from coming near. What was the worst that could happen?

I'd come for a short vacation, a way to get away from the world for a while. I'd ended up staying the better part of the summer. I'd long overstayed my reservation, which would have been a problem for most people.

I am not most people.
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Exceptional Kal 14/07/22(Tue)22:45 No. 22110 ID: 1159d0

Uncle Rick, I absolutely love your writing, any more of this coming in the future?

Anonymous 14/07/25(Fri)11:02 No. 22118 ID: 2f0627

Be honest, who else skipped all the backstory stuff, "finished" reading the story, and then was super interested in how he got the powers and went back?

Anonymous 14/07/26(Sat)03:31 No. 22119 ID: 39cc23


The Laws of Hospitality Mg, gg, or so it would seem... 12/10/26(Fri)20:17 No. 17526 ID: 5e7fa1 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Another Saturday, and my 'guest' was still playing her strange game. Wherever I went, she followed, gaze unwavering. It was a predator's stare, so out of place on that little wisp of a girl, but I was used to it by now, and I barely noticed anymore. It's amazing what you can get used to, given enough time. It had been more than a month since she'd levered herself into my home and life, and she had yet to speak a single word. Having seen what I had, I was inclined to let her keep her silence. Living without conversation was no great burden for me, so I'd eventually managed to regain some sense of normalcy. I gave each task my full attention, pouring my focus into every action. I made a ritual of yet another mundane task as I made us both eggs and french toast, as we ate in silence, as I cleaned up after. I didn't notice at all how my shirt's too-big collar slipped, careless, down one slender, pale shoulder. I didn't watch as she licked daintily at a spot of syrup on her delicate finger, her eyes never leaving me as she slid it between her lips. I pointedly avoided noticing the way a lock of her hair, dark and straight and silky smooth, only slightly mussed despite the night's sleep, fell across her cheek in a way the begged my fingers to brush it back behind her ear. I was so busy not noticing that I damn near missed my mouth with my next bite, and the laughter danced behind those deep dark eyes, so deep you could drown in them, so dark they might as well be black.

I finished quickly, then stood, taking my plate. I could do just as good a job not noticing at the sink as anywhere. I didn't take her plate for the same reason one does not take an antelope from a feeding lion. She'd leave it when she chose, syrup and powdered sugar scattered like blood and offal, but I'd deal with that when the time came.

I spent the morning in the studio, along with my exra shadow. I'd packed up everything but the old Bride of Frankenstein to ship out on Monday. To tell the truth, I didn't really have anything left to do, but it was a grand old poster, and I enjoyed looking at it. Ray had sent it to me faded, folded, and dog-eared, but it had still been a beautiful poster for all that. God knows where he'd found it, but that was his business. I just made her pretty again. She'd fetch $200,000 at the very least, if I didn't miss my guess. The way the market had picked up lately, and with Ray running the auction I wouldn't be surprised at all if she went for double that. I spent an hour or two making a few final touches, but I was mostly running on force of habit. It had been done for a few days now, I just liked looking at it.

On the way out, I passed an empty canvas. That was for my own work. I hadn't done a project of my own in months now. I kept meaning to, but it never seemed like the right time. None of my originals ha Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 14/05/21(Wed)05:55 No. 21803 ID: 3d7113

Indeed, please update!

Anonymous 14/07/21(Mon)19:55 No. 22101 ID: ad4858

please post whatever you had written

Anonymous 14/07/24(Thu)18:14 No. 22117 ID: e92a60

OP, pls.

This is one of the best fucking threads on the board, abs I've always had a soft spot for Irish stories. The Leanansidhe in this one is fucking incredible; literally mai waifu.

Even if it's just the outline, please come back, OP.

How to Catch a Cheater (MF, gender bender, sci-fi) Anonymous 14/05/13(Tue)16:36 No. 21754 ID: f440cf [Reply]

I couldn't help grumbling to myself as I turned off the highway in my '98 Civic. The problem that had been gnawing away at my psyche for the last 2 months had now reached a point where inaction was simply impossible. I felt betrayed, angry and very much at my wit’s end. I was going to find out for certain if my wife was cheating on me, whatever that took.


We had met in high school after being grouped together for an assignment by our teacher. Mary was 15, with dark, greasy hair, small frame and a pale complexion. Additionally, there was not much in the way of breasts. On the other hand, I was 16, a bespectacled nerd-type, tall and lanky. We made each other laugh and with our parent's permission, we started "dating." All through high school we stayed together, but while I gained a bit of a hunch from my time in front of the computer, Mary's complexion cleared, her breasts grew and she developed into an astounding beauty.

If she was aware of our disparate levels of attractiveness come prom, she never showed any sign and we both lost our virginity that night. That September we both entered Northwestern as freshman. Mary studied English and I studied biotechnology. Through all four years we stayed together, and were married the following summer. Through all that time, Mary was always the most beautiful woman in the room, and was always the object of male attention at parties. I swear that I was never jealous and with good reason, I was nailing the most beautiful girl in the world, not just regularly but constantly. Her sexual drive was more than a match for mine and she seemed to have eyes only for me.


I was now in my 2nd year of grad school at Northwestern and it had been more than 2 months since my wife had shown any interest in sex. Admittedly, I had been particularly busy over the last few weeks, but that was not uncommon and had never affected my sex life before now.

As a scientist, I was trained to examine the variables and collect data to test my hypothesis. The hypothesis in this case was that she was sleeping with her yoga instructor or her tennis instructor, both activities coinciding with her sudden lack of interest. In order to collect data, I had hired a detective more than 2 weeks ago and had yet to hear any news. Just now, however, my wife was suddenly out of town for a "family emergency" and would be gone for the foreseeable future.

To anyone else, this would mean brooding or sulking until her return, but fortunately for me, her absence gave me a unique opportunity to test my theory. As the car turned into the empty parking structure, I prepared to something unimaginable only a few months ago. Using my key I entered the building, which was as empty as I would have expected on a Sunday afternoon, prepared to steal the cutting edge research that had been the most significant part of the last year&# Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 14/05/25(Sun)01:20 No. 21821 ID: edbc81

This, except gender/body swap is one of my fetishes, especially with impreg/preg. Pretty good story, keep up the good work.

Anonymous 14/05/25(Sun)07:08 No. 21824 ID: 5c4322

As a mtf with a ftm boyfriend, if fucking only.

Anonymous 14/07/24(Thu)11:44 No. 22116 ID: 2c66f5

you should read the manga "Family Compo". It has a very similar situation as you. With the ftm and mtf couple as the parents. Its pretty good. here is a link

The Long Ride Home Batts343 14/07/14(Mon)04:00 No. 22067 ID: 5519d8 [Reply]

So my family thought it was a good idea to take the van this year on the family vacation instead of a plane. There were seven of us. Mom and dad in the front seat, my two youngest sisters and my youngest brother in the middle and I had to share the back with my oldest brother. We'll call him Jon.

I don't have anything against my family per say, but everyone gets rather testy when we're forced together for a long time. Well driving from Illinois to Las Vegas is a long time. By the time the sun set on the first day we had already had enough of each other.

Jon had slept most of the time or at least pretended to. I didn't see him move except for the times we stopped to use the restroom. I spent most of the time on my phone, browsing reddit.

I'll be honest, i'd always thought my brother was kinda cute. But it was just a fantasy. Something to think about while reading /elit/ or browsing this subreddit. But I came across a story that made me really questions if it was a fantasy or not.

I found myself thinking about touching myself under the blanket in the back seat, sitting right next to him. And that turned to thinking about touching him under the blanket. I wondered how big he was. Could I fit my hand around it? How would he react?
I snaked my hand under the blankets and poked his leg. He didn't stir. He was out cold. So I went further. I rubbed his leg. He had baggy basketball shorts on but I still felt it. I still felt his soft cock through the shorts, about midway down the thigh.

I froze. Soft, it was larger than anything i'd ever seen before or felt before. And touching it still didn't wake him. So I grabbed it through the shorts. My little hand didn't come close to going all the way around it.

I squeezed it harder, looking for a response. I got one. A simple groan and a twitch from his cock. My heart rate was picking up. I could feel it in my throat. I repositioned my blanket to hide my right arm and shoulder and I did a little test.
I stroked up and down his cock through the shorts and I watched the blanket for movement. There was a little so I moved it again. Better. There was a slight movement at the shoulder but that could be scratching, couldn't it?
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Anonymous 14/07/16(Wed)10:40 No. 22084 ID: a2fcb0

Just saw your update on /r/incest
Good writing

5078 Batts343 14/07/17(Thu)22:07 No. 22087 ID: 5519d8

Thank you =]

And yeah, very little editing is done to this.

Mmm Kal 14/07/22(Tue)22:40 No. 22109 ID: 1159d0

I sincerely enjoy what you've come up with thus far.

The Creeper (Loli) Anonymous 13/12/27(Fri)00:33 No. 20531 ID: a2f9ff [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

So, where to start?

Name’s Ed. Edward to my parents. Ed to everyone who doesn’t treat me like a four-year-old piece of shit. My story isn’t particularly a normal one, although I guess if it was, it wouldn’t be much of a story. But I guess you’re wondering what the super, awesomely amazing thing that I have taken the time out of my day to tell is. Well, it kind of is amazing, but all good things come to an end. But, I’ll get to that later. Don’t want to ruin the story before it’s even started, do I?

The Creeper. Quite an apt name to describe myself, to be perfectly honest, even if it does contain a bold resemblance to the giant green penises within that god-awful game called Minecraft. Ahem, anyway, the name is kind of related to my story. Or completely related, I guess. You see, throughout my life, I’ve been a bit of a creep. Not in a complete beta-fag, following girls around with pit stains and braces, trailing them until they recognise my existence kind of way. In fact, to be completely honest with you, I’ve never been bad with girls. I mean, I lost my virginity at 13, so I guess that’s not too bad of an achievement, eh? Anyway, enough bragging. The reason for the name is sort of derived from my ahh… hobbies. Ever since I got my first phone (or at least, phone with the nifty little camera on it), I’ve been a fan of taking creep shots. Y’know, sneaking dirty pics of people in public without their knowledge or consent, to then take back to my home and have a glorious fap to. Weird, but nothing too abnormal to create a story about, right? Wrong.

Taking creep shots is generally looked down upon, but to some people it’s a good thing. It helps other people to get their dick hard, so it’s really a good thing. Although, the sort of creep shots I take probably shouldn’t be shared with anyone. Ever. But I’m fine with that. I’m generally quite a selfish person anyway. But I can hear your voices screaming at me to tell you the mystery shots that I could possibly take. I assume a lot of you have guessed this already anyway, but I’ll comply nonetheless. They are girls. Little girls. Lolis. Whatever you want to calm them. I would hover around parks and wait for these girls in short skirts to reveal their cute little butts after swinging around on the monkey bars. Oh the panties. They were perhaps the biggest turn on for me. Pink was best. The girlier the better. And there I’d be, with my phone out, sneaking every shot possible. Then I would travel home just awaiting that amazing fap.

Anyway, you know the name, but not the game. So, I’ll tell you my story. I guess the best place to start would be when I was 13. At this point, I wasn’t even remotely close to being interested in little girls. I was simply interested in any girl my own age, much like any other guy. Ironically, it was the involvement with a girl my own age that actually got me into girls much younger Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 14/07/22(Tue)11:35 No. 22104 ID: 38dda6

That's alright, OP. We thought your story was pretty shit too. Goodbye very friends indeed.

Anonymous 14/07/22(Tue)11:38 No. 22105 ID: e50e74

Aww, this story was my favourite. I'd say don't worry about posting different chapter lengths occasionally, I think just about everyone in here would be delighted with any content at all. I really enjoyed your style of storytelling and I hope your future stories will be just as good as this one.

Impressed 14/07/22(Tue)17:20 No. 22108 ID: 6b9027


I read the whole thing in one shot last night, and it was sincerely captivating. I was upset to find little actual acts of sin, but I left this feeling a sense of sweetness. It was a story based on the darker side of lust for sure, but ultimately it was a well written, endearing story about affection.
Even if you don't continue writing this particular story, I hope you keep writing in general. -- 8.5/10

Old Fic Hunter 14/07/18(Fri)22:48 No. 22092 ID: 6b9027 [Reply]

Years ago I remember reading a story that spanned a bunch of chapters. It was like the journal entries of a Scientist who gathered a bunch of different women for sexual experiments.
There was a futa, a woman with huge breasts and crazy lubrication, a mother and daughter duo, and a few others I think.
Been looking for this for many moons lol. Any help appreciated.

Hunter 14/07/18(Fri)22:50 No. 22093 ID: 6b9027

Fuck, just seen the first sticky. How do I delete this thread ?

Little Rich Boy - Ep. 1 (M/b) Steve1981 12/05/13(Sun)10:43 No. 16142 ID: 7bb512 [Reply]

I was once mistaken for a male prostitute on my way home from the gym and it kind of changed

my life. OK, I guess I looked the part and the gym was in a pretty sleazy part of town so I

shouldn't have been so surprised.

I had been trying to hail a cab without any luck and was leaning on a lamp post looking

dejected when the stretch limo pulled up, almost silently. The man at the wheel, who looked

quite a lot older than God, wound down the window and croaked at me.
"Looking for business?"

I opened my mouth to tell him to get lost when he jerked his thumb over his shoulder,

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Anonymous 13/06/21(Fri)01:56 No. 19230 ID: 853ba3

Bump for next chapter please

Lickit 13/10/23(Wed)17:47 No. 19983 ID: 49e734

OMG, I like this one. Too bad it doesn't continue.

Anonymous 14/07/18(Fri)14:52 No. 22091 ID: 5cd61f

"near-miss" ,D

that's right, oh boy

he was in there to win here

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.

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