tags: [futa][tg][global change]

they called it the plague. that didn't actually make a ton of sense, seeing as how it was nothing like a plague, but whatever. it was really more of a worldwide curse. although depending on your point of view, maybe it was a blessing.

whatever you call it, the effects were the same. one morning, every woman on earth woke up with three things: a huge cock, the need to use it, and the strength to, well, force the issue. as time progressed, we found out more, but that was how it started.

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i woke up to the sensation of my arms being moved. it took me a few seconds to grasp that that was because i was now entirely tied up, bent over my dining room table. yes, i only woke up after being moved out of my bed, down a flight of stairs, across the hall and tied to the table. i'm a heavy sleeper, okay?

anyway, the first thing to greet my eyes, other than my own predicament, was my big sister. it's always been our little joke that she was my big sister, since i've got a foot of height and at least 70 pounds on her. she's a couple years older though, so she's my big sister, like it or not. but i digress (and for neither the first or the last time).

"hey there, jack."

"sam," i said, the very voice of patience, "what the hell is going on here?"
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Hey /elit/. I've been a lurker on here for a while, but I've decided I have something that might be worth posting. I'm going to ask first that people who are interested in the following description please post if they ARE interested, but if you are not, don't post anything. Should there be no interest in this, don't keep it at the top of the board by continuing to post your disagreement, just let it die.

Anyway, basically I've been roleplaying online with a guy for a while, and we decided to roleplay the most kinky thing we could think of. Some might call it disturbed, but basically, it's a roleplay about a guy who goes to a child prostitution hotel. The roleplay contains extreme underage/pedophilia, prostitution, lesbian incest, impregnation, and maybe more as the roleplay continues. We are still in the process of doing it bit by bit, but I'll post our first 2 sessions if people are interested.

Please keep in mind that what I post, absolutely does not reflect our real world values. In fact, the content strongly opposes our moral views of reality, but we understand this is fiction, and what turns us on in our minds is completely separate from reality. Keep in mind, you can imagine as much as you want, but do not do anything like this in the real world.

My girlfriend told me she was liking getting into a lit on here and she was getting mad that some were not finishing. So I decided to start writing one too. Keep in mind I'm horrible at writing hehe.


Theme... Loli/dom sub/les MORE in the future.




Story starts HERE
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Awaking to the sound of my sheets rustling I sat up quickly. My blond curls flowing in front of my face as I look around. Feeling a warm fuzzy thing at my feet I lift up my sheets and giggle. “Oh it's just you Mr. Mixy.” I say to the small white cat taking refuge between my legs. His wide blue eyes watching me curiously but somewhat frightened of the light. I slip out of bed with him in my hands and walk to the doorway. The doornob was a golden decorative handle that rotated like a lever. It was very different from my fancy room of white silk and silver designs. Reaching for the handle I realized it was locked. I didn't know how to unlock it so I ran back to a chair and pushed it closer. Mr. Mixy sat on my bed after running free and licked his paw while he watched. I looked at the flat handle above the doorknob and turned it. The door unlatched and the door bumped into the chair, knocking me back and causing me to hop off to avoid falling. “Wahh!!” I cried as the chair fell. A head poked into the room, a bit taller than me with dark long hair and green eyes it was a familiar face. “Cassandra, why is the chair in front of the door?” she asked. I shyly and looked at the girl. “I can't unlock the door without it.” I explained. The girl laughed and dangled a key. “Well it's good that I have your room key or I wouldn't be able to get in now.” She slipped into the room, her night gown still on and her bare feet tiptoeing in. She closed the door behind her and latched the door. I stood up and looked around, “What are you doing, I can't open the door now.” I said wondering what she was doing. She smiled at me and took my hand. “Come on, I learned something new today.” She smiled and walked me to the window.


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Hello, I just found this site and wanted to see if my stories are welcomed here. All comments and remarks are appreciated.

Prologue

In the distant future in order to counter the overpopulation of the human race but still keep their spiritual, sexual freedom, society went through a radical change. To keep unwanted and unplanned children to a bare minimum society introduced sex from a young age, while grouping people of the same sex together where they could inevitable forcing them to expel their sexual energy on each other until they could learn to control it.

Chapter I

“Listen up, said the teacher at the head of the group of 12 year old boys, this is your second ritual, do as the doctors, nurses say and be good little boys. Anyone who misbehaves shall be punished and will be kept in detention for at least a week. Am I understood?”

A unanimous “Yes teacher” was heard from the group.

“Everyone is to undress to their boxers, briefs, thongs or whatever they have as underwear and sit down in alphabetical order, starting with you Adam. Put your clothes in the bags under your chairs so they doesn't get in the way and don't get mixed up.” - with that said the teacher left the group of 20 young boys in the waiting room.

The room was relatively small, it was long and narrow with a row of well padded benches on one side of the longer wall, enough to seat everyone comfortably. Green carpet covered the floor while a seemingly endless row of tiles covered the walls from top to button. There were no windows only a door on either side of the room. One where they came from and the other where they will be called in one by one. Under the benches, like the teacher already said, were placed bags for every student with their names written on them.
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First time posting, tell me what you think about the story and whether or not you want more. Criticism is encouraged!

There wasn't anything wrong with Matt Eagle's life. He had good grades, started in soccer, pole-vaulted in track, and got accepted into the United States Air Force Academy. He also had a beautiful girlfriend, whose dream was to be a psychotherapist. This contrasted with Matt's desire to one day become a fighter pilot, flying an F-35 Lightning II at speeds over 1000 miles per hour.
Their plan was to maintain a long distance relationship while he was at The Academy in Colorado Springs and she was at LSU in Baton Rouge. Matt knew that staying faithful wouldn't be hard for him at all while he was at the Academy. He wouldn't even have any time to get out there and talk to any girls, because he would be studying and training all the time. He was worried about his girlfriend Dayna though. She was going to be at LSU, one of the nation's biggest party schools, and he would be in the intensely focused atmosphere of one of the United States Military Academies. He wouldn't be able to protect her stunning bombshell of a body from any creeps who might want to see if her 36 F tits were real. He hadn't had to protect her very much, considering the fact that they lived in Diamondhead Mississippi, with him attending St. Stanislaus College and her attending Our Lady Academy for high school.
The two different schools might as well be one, because both are Catholic and students from both take classes in the other school's buildings, but the Brothers of the Sacred Heart disagreed with that notion. They lived directly across the street from one another. Dayna spent the night over at Matt's house most of the time, considering he lived alone and she didn't want to have to deal with her parents fighting anymore.
Matt owned a large house for 2 people, with 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms on the ground floor along with a kitchen, living room, and TV room. Upstairs there was another bedroom with a bathroom of its own, as well as an additional kitchen. Matt and Dayna had turned the TV room into their bedroom after moving the king sized bed from the master bedroom and setting it up in front of the TV. They did this because the TV room had the best view of the pool and the backyard and the golf course beyond when the blinds were open. They kept the blinds closed most of the time, due to the fact that the glare from the sun made TV almost impossible to watch, and also because most of their time consisted of them having sex with one another and various other female friends of Dayna. After the last day of school, there was a huge party a few blocks away from Matt's house. As the final bell rang, Matt found Dayna and the two walked over to Matt's truck, a Ford F-150 Raptor. They got in and Matt pressed in the clutch, turned the Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Howdy folks, LemonFresh here. Wrote this in my spare time, looking for input if I should continue! Heavy ff and loli ahead, plus whatever i feel like adding in:

Samantha, being 10 and perfectly fine at the school where she was already, was naturally dragging her feet as her mother and father lugged the suitcase up the flight of concrete stairs to the fourth floor of the dorm. She hated being smart. She just had to go do super well on some test thing, and now she ended up in this boarding school for gifted girls. Why did she have to go to one of these things again? It wasn't like she was given a lot of choice in the matter, her parents already making plans for graduation a few years down the line. Knowing the other smart girls at her old school, probably she was going to be surrounded by dorks, or nerds… or worse!

Soon enough they got to room 412, about three quarters of the way down the hall, and she begrudgingly shoved the key into the lock and turned, letting the door click open. What greeted her was an empty bed on one end of the room, and a rather generically decorated and obviously lived in other half. Looks like her roommate was already going here, or at least for some time. Wonderful. Just what she wanted. A dweeby roommate to share her room with.

"Well, do you want us to help you unpack?" her mother asked, looking over Samantha's shoulder.

"I'm fine mom, just leave me alone!"

"Can't I get a hu-"

"Just go! I can't believe you're leaving me here, so just leave the stuff and I'll unpack it!"

The elder woman sighed and turned away. "We'll call you later tonight, to see how you're doing! Have fun!"
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Working Where The Loving Happens
con, noncon, M/g, M/F (no direct sex in first few chapters)

Author's Note: I frequent this site and thought I would give it a try. I shall write it a chapter or chunk at a time

Chapter 1: That day
Working in a mental rehabilitation center is very stressful but I love what I do. As a 23 year old case manager, I was in charge of collecting and analyzing data on the client based on programs that the client ran throughout their stay at Valley Rehab. My client's name is Lilly. She is a 16 year old young lady diagnosed with severe bipolar disorder, ODD (oppositional defiant disorder) and OCD . She was about 5'7' ( an inch shorter than me), skinny but not sickly, dark brown pixie cut, big brown eyes, and fair skin. Her favorite things to do were to repeat others, especially curse words, color, dance, watch movies on a personal DVD player, and horde paper items. This would most often be in the form of tearing tags off shirts/shoes or ripping pages out of books. She also did not speak too often and when she did she was soft spoken, unless she was having one of her tantrums. These tantrums included screaming, crying, aggression towards trainers and herself, and property destruction. Many clients were actually quite aggressive and had to either be restrained at times or even heavily medicated. One guy even was restricted to a padded room and the hallways needed to be cleared anytime he needed to be transported. Luckily I have never had to restrain Lilly, though I wouldn't mind.
You see, I am what you can call a pervert. When I was first hired, I took notice of Lilly and more specifically her body and knew that I wanted to be near her. It was large eyes, full c-cup under her tank top, narrow hips, and soft smile that drove me to work my ass off to get to work with her. I have always been turned on by little innocent girls and crazy girls. Lilly was a combination of the two while having the body of a 16 year old. But there was an obstacle. You see, everyone starts with the less aggressive clients and moves up with experience. Then there was that fateful day that I was trained to be with her. Just being in the room got my heart beating. It also didn't help that the person training me was pretty hot also. Her name was Amanda and she sported shoulder length blonde hair, shapely body she often hid under baggy clothes (kind of a tomboy), and dark green eyes. She noticed my dedication to doing my best to get time to work with Lilly and asked if I wanted to join the team. Ever since that day, work has been great.
Now as a pervert, I would fantasize about Lilly making a move on me. I would also touch her a lot when rewarding her for being good and not having tantrums or tearing up things. It would not be anything inappropriate like ruffling her hair, rubbing her back, or massaging her hands. She would smile that adorable smile. She seemed to like hav Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

This is my first story, please let me know what you guys think!
Main characters so far: Jason, a 17 year old male, and his sister, who is 21 years old

Tags: mf, blowjob, incest, maybe more later on

I was being forced to do my homework, even though the vacation didn't start yet. Our vacation homework was given to us early, so I still had a whole week till vacation. I retreated to my room, and after deciding it was safe, I decided to jerk off. Loading my favorite porn site, I slowly stroked my 7 inch cock. It was one of the things I took pride in but kept secret. I was never really good at talking to girls. I was getting closer to cumming when my mom yelled for me to come downstairs. "I'm coming mom!" She told me to come right now, and I heard her coming up the stairs. I quickly closed my porn and pulled up my pants, leaving me with a serious case of blue balls. I got out and saw an unexpected guest. My sister, Katie, was there. She was a cute blonde, with round 36C breasts, and a shapely ass."Jason!" my sister came and gave me a tight hug. "Oh, hey sis. When did you come?" She explained that she was here for Christmas. My sister went to a college out of state, so she came to visit once in a while. "I see you're excited to see me!" with a wink. I laughed. We talked about what was happening for a bit, and then Katie began talking with my mom about college. I went back to my room, and immediately realized, my dick was still rock hard. "Shit! That's what she meant by excited..." I thought. I was about to start masturbating again, when I heard Katie say "Jason! Can you come here for a sec?" Frustrated, I walked over to her room. I tried to appear happy. She told me "I felt bad about not being here for your birthday, so I got you a present!" She bent over to reach in her bag, giving me a nice view of her tits. "Here it is!" she said, handing me a wrapped present. I opened it, and I saw a copy of Black Ops 2, which just came out last week. I was overjoyed! "Oh my god! Thanks so much!" I told her. She gave me a cute smile. My sister was really perfect. I gave her a hug and was about to walk out of the room when she said, "Jason, can I talk to you about something?" I turned back and replied, "Sure, what is it?" She seemed a bit embarrassed and blushed, which made her look cuter. "Well...I don't want to say this all of a sudden, but...I got a boyfriend, so I wanted to ask you something." I was flattered that she would come to me for relationship advice. I've only had one girlfriend, and it didn't last very long. I didn't want to disappoint my sister though, so I said "Ask me anything." She hesitated, and then said, "Well, I really like my boyfriend. He's really nice, and a great person." She explained how their relationship was great, so Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

This is my first time writing erotic literature, but I will keep on writing if there is sufficient interest. If you have any suggestions, fetishes you want to see, comments or concerns feel free to post!

The list of what you might find here is too long for my to put up, so beware, I have a lot of eclectic kinks. I'll try and keep the really eclectic ones out and only add them by popular vote.

But to give a general thesis of what I write (or hope to write) I would say that I want the main character to start out as a fairly innocent boy, and be transformed and corrupted into a hopeless little cumguzzling slut. There may or may not be consent in this story, depending on how you define consent. Oh also 420.

What you wont find here is this; Sexual Violence (violence outside of sex is fine, and threatening isn't really violence), Maiming, Snuffing, Cutting, Blood, Feces, -extremely- young characters, unrealistic sex (most of the time) and you probably won't find anything lovey dovey.



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Title: Pot, not even once. (M/M, forced, drug use, spanking, humiliation)
My mother always wanted a girl. Or at least that's what she always told me.

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Eventually, her dreams became too much for her to bear. Beth was surrounded by the dead and running through downtown. She was the last survivor and hordes of the dead were always at her heels. They formed a massive parade that followed her, blocks after blocks of the dead packed shoulder to shoulder and running faster than she was.

The the light would come from her hands. She killed them in long swatches, sending tsunamis of charred flesh and oily entrails streaking through the air. Abandoned cars in the wake of the light she threw off would explode. A motorcycle blew up right next to her and the flames bathed her, but she couldn't feel a thing.

She made mountains out of their corpses, yet still they climbed over. She made lakes of their blood, but they crawled through the ooze like schools of fish. She was terrified, but not half as scared as when she passed a mirror and saw herself. Her skin was stark white and her eyes were endless black pits that seemed to sink in forever above her black lips. Her clothes had mostly burned away in all of the explosions and the worst part was that her body was so horribly aroused by all of the killing that even as she slaughtered an entire metro worth of people she touched herself idly.

Beth woke up in a cold sweat and shuddered when she realized she had been touching herself in her sleep. She didn't want to think that she was becoming a mass murderer, but the truth of the matter was that she had always had powers. Not nearly that destructive, but they were powers none the less. Sometimes she could convince people of things that they wouldn't normally believe. Sometimes she could make a pencil snap in half or a glass break. The harder part was putting them back together again though. She understood that implication about the nature of her abilities and made sure never to abuse them.

Yet she dreamed of murder and always woke up terrified. She had always kept her abilities a secret, but somehow that seemed less important now than finding help. There were girls who flaunted similar abilities in school sometimes, and she always did what all the other kids did and avoided them completely. Even moreso than the others, because if they knew about her they would never leave her alone.

It seemed that they were her only real hope now though. Maybe they understood more than she was giving them credit for. Afterall, they had managed to do so many bizarre things and keep out of trouble through sheer control of their powers. Persuade the principal to keep quiet, make the teachers forget, tell everyone that there's no cause for alarm and then watch them all eat it up. Beth was immune to all of this and so she just kept to herself. But not today.


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