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Summer With the Family Anonymous 14/05/12(Mon)11:08 No. 21732 ID: b748ed [Reply]

This is intended to be the first part (or a planned but not set five.) This contains a male-female, consensual sex between first cousins.

Part 1

I spent most of my high school summer’s at my aunt’s. Aunt April lived in the up north with her daughter, my cousin Melanie. We were more or less the same age. I think our moms were pregnant with us at the same time. But while my mom still worked as the day manager at a Hooter’s, Mel’s was now a prosecuting attorney. So, a week after school was done I packed clothes and toothbrush and waited excitedly for the my aunt to arrive to drive us upstate.

“Hey!” Mel rushed out of to greet us when we rolled into the garage. I beamed and she threw her arms around me in a hug, “Missed you!”

I hugged her, maybe a little awkwardly. Mel’s hug pressed her breasts into me and her hair smelled like floral shampoo. She was wearing a long tee shirt and flip flops, her long cream legs stretching out from the shirt, knee rubbing against my crotch. Maybe a lot awkwardly. I reminded myself, forcefully, that she was my cousin.

“I’ll take you bags in, did you want to go for a swim?” my aunt said, and Mel immediately chimed in to second.

That was when it hit me. “I -- I forgot my trunks.”

“I’ll find you something!” Mel offered, grabbed my hand and pulled me away by the wrist.
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Anonymous 14/09/29(Mon)07:22 No. 22504 ID: b748ed

This can be read without Part 2, since that scene is not really up to the standards that I wanted.

Part 3

I was dead tired when we finally came home. My room was across the hall from Melanie’s, a guest room with a full sized bed. I didn’t have one at home, my bed at home was a twin with a chewed up comforter. I turned the sheets down and very nearly collapsed into bed still in my clothes from the restaurant. Aunt April had brought my bag up when we arrived. It sat zipped and leaning against the glossy dresser in the corner of the room. I huffed over to it, unzipped it a began to hunt for some pajamas.

After the divorce, Aunt April got to keep the house upstate. Melanie’s dad was still around, he was a jackass, but he kept his distance and paid. Mel told me once he kept a bachelor pad in the city in some loft that looked like a porn set.

With a sigh it dawned on me that I had forgotten to pack pajamas. Apparently. I pulled out the dresser drawers, found fresh towels, and an old quilt but no clothes. I stripped off my shirt and slacks, and climbed into bed, changed into fresh shorts. I sunk into the sheets and rolled over. Outside, frogs and locusts croaked and sawed in the late, hot summer.

I slept for a while, tossing and turning. When I woke up, it was with a throbbing erection. I laid on my back. I turned the sheets down, jerking off didn’t seem right for a dozen reasons and despite my cock’s insistence I eventually decided against it.

The lights in the house were all off. The house had taken on a ghostly pale blue from where moonlight crept through curtains and the sunroof. Melanie’s door was open, she wasn’t home yet from her friends’. When we were little we would sit together in her room. She had an N64, we would play Mario Kart for hours until our mom’s called us for dinner. It was still set up under her tv, but the old, small set had been replaced by a modern flat screen hung on her wall.

I stepped back into her closet and pulled the string on the light. My eyes adjusted after a second. She had a chest of drawers in one corner, several shoe boxes piled on top, mostly running shoes or flats. In the top shelf she had a small selection of lingerie. I couldn’t help myself, I picked up the top piece, a pink nightie with lace encircling open breasts, a single tie halfway down. The panties that matched were crotchless. My cock stiffened, the rational part of my brain told me that I couldn’t even think of Mel wearing it.
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Anonymous 14/10/01(Wed)01:22 No. 22514 ID: 56dcd9

Please continue this story. Regardless of how fast it is I enjoy it.

Chalc 14/10/02(Thu)18:31 No. 22517 ID: cb7628

Glad to see you're back OP. Looking forward to what the summer has in store for us.

The Unwated Guest - Julie Edition Julie 14/10/02(Thu)04:48 No. 22516 ID: 06f3b1 [Reply]

"The Unwanted Guest"
By: Alucard's Spririt
“Julie Edition”
By: Noin

Upon entering her apartment, Julie heavily sighed as she shut and locked the door, and then placed her leather jacket on the hook near the entryway. It had been a long day on set and she was looking forward to a nice night of rest and relaxation before she had to go back to it all again. She shuddered while thinking about what was scheduled for the next day’s filming. It was a scene that she had been dreading since she had read the script.

Putting those thoughts aside, the brunette slowly strutted into her bedroom to sit on the edge of her bed so she could untie her knee-high boots. With a couple swift lifts of her well-shaped legs she kicked the foot apparel off into the closet allowing her sweaty feet to finally be freed from those tight black prisons. The beauty lifted her hands high over her head to give herself a full bodied stretch before reaching back behind her neck to undo the strap of her halter top. She then reached behind her lower back and undid the second strap, tossing her skimpy garment into her clothes hamper. Now topless, she moved to stand before her full length mirror to do a little self-admiration. The cool air blowing from one of the vents was free to caress her bare chest, causing her nipples to harden as she traced the curve of her breasts with her finger tips while admiring the flower tattoo around her nipple. She undid her hair tie allowing her dark hair to spill about her slender shoulders. A smile crossed the raven haired beauty’s thick full lips as her hazel eyes traveled down her form appreciating her every womanly feature.

The thirty year old had been through a lot to get her toned body into its sleek and sexy shape, just so she could keep up with the twenty-somethings. Indeed the life of an actress is a taxing, but the result gave her a tight waist that had a nice smooth dipping abs as well as sleek curved hips. Julie's legs and arms were well formed and gave her the grace and beauty of a dancer. She carried herself well, standing at five foot eight. But the one feature that stood out most about the woman had to be her perfectly rounded ass. It was the envy of most of her female friends and lust of her male friends. Despite the brunette’s delicious form, one feature that she felt was out of place on her body her breasts. She had always felt that her perky c-cups should have been larger.

Julie continued to smile to herself despite sensing as if there were a strange energy in the apartment. She admired herself a moment more, turning from one side to the other, loving the way her sparkling pants gripped onto her legs and ass, enjoying the accented view they gave her. After unbuttoning them, she wiggled her hips to shed them off, watching as more and more of her luscious legs became uncovered. First her toned thighs slipped into view followed by her Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 14/10/02(Thu)21:30 No. 22519 ID: 8256d5

Isn't it a rule to fucking tag your shit? Are people feeling they are too classy to do that now, that they are above "revealing" their "fine art"? If it's not a rule, why the fuck not?!

The Exhibitionist (cd/trans/4chan) Anonymous 14/09/29(Mon)08:41 No. 22505 ID: 76a3cc [Reply]

(I'm not the author of this copypasta. This appeared on 4chan's /b/ some time ago and I managed to save it just before the thread got pruned. I've seen people on /b/ requesting it from time to time with no avail so I decided to post it here for posterity.)

Story one, part 1:

>Monday night, few months ago
>class cancelled, fuckyeah.jpg
>roommate won’t be back until tomorrow
>more time for me to trap around the house, hooray
>put on the least slutty clothes I could find out of my stockpile
>girls MLP top (nothing crazy, blue silhouette of rainbow dash against black), red pleated skirt, converse
>do a decent job at makeup
>feeling sexy but not slutty, I’m enjoying this

>glass of wine get
>it’s 10pm and Target’s about to close
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Anonymous 14/09/29(Mon)08:44 No. 22510 ID: 76a3cc

Story two, part 2:

>his eyes widen and scan rapidly up and down my body
>that gaze feels like a heat gun on me
>I get self-conscious and aroused at the same time
>he’s clearly enjoying what he sees, smiles slowly
>heart skips a beat, and then starts again much harder and faster
>it thumps like a dirty club beat
>hand drifts up to cover my nonexistent cleavage
>this thing’s cut too low, my shoulders feel bare
>ends are jabbing against my pelvis
>can’t breathe
>I fucking love it
>feel my cock harden and burn in its prison
>the warmth is unbearably sensual
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Anonymous 14/09/29(Mon)08:45 No. 22511 ID: 76a3cc

Story two, part 3:

>step out
>that bald pervert is grinning at me
>staring at my fucking skirt again
>my knees grow weak
>I wanna go home, this is uncomfortable
>wish he’d grab me and sit me down on his lap
>i’m running on endorphins, fuck it
>hands are shaking
>runway stripperwalk toward him
>stop just outside of his reach
>set the bottle down next to me
>I should’ve dropped this off first
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Anonymous 14/09/29(Mon)08:46 No. 22512 ID: 76a3cc

Story two, part 4:

>I feel my cock pumping and contracting
>fuuuck not now, noononono
>if he sees me leaking cum out of my underwear I’m fucking dead
>try to hold it in, not yet
>think of all the nasty things, all the ugly girls
>I angle my butt away from him, keep it out of his sight
>he reaches over and pulls my head down by the hair
>forces me down to my elbows on the seat
>now I’m ass-up like a cat
>this is a really degrading posture
>I’m scared shitless and turned on
>desperately want to be humped in this position
>rock my ass back and forth
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Barclay and Alison Imhotep!jE19dxWPqM 13/12/26(Thu)10:58 No. 20523 ID: d5e7d3 [Reply]

This is a story about a dog and a girl. Enjoy.

Alison awoke to an insistent nudging. As she got her bearings, the situation flooded back into her mind and she felt that terrible weight return to the pit of her stomach. She closed her eyes, hoping the nudging would go away. But she knew it wouldn’t.

Barclay was Alison’s dog. Or rather, Alison was Barclay’s human. Barclay exuded an alpha-male dominance, and like an alpha-male would get his way. Disobedience was met with escalation. You either submitted or punishments were metted out in increasing severity.

Alison unfortunately learned this fact far too late. In the pound, Barclay looked like a sweet and handsome dog that was capable of protecting her. And while he did protect her, it came at a far greater price than she had anticipated. Barclay was “abused”, and when she got Barclay, she felt proud for having done a good deed. Rescue an abused animal. The manner of his abuse however would later become clear.

Barclay let out a sharp bark. It startled Alison, causing her to shake and jerk and open her eyes, ruining her attempt to feint sleep. Barclay locked eyes with her, and she knew. She knew from the moment she woke up. But she couldn’t just give in so easily. No long term plan came to her, but for now she would just lie there unmoving. It was all she could do in the shame and fear that wracked her.

Her noncompliance was not appreciated. Barclay bared his teeth a little and let out a low growl. First warning, a threat of violence. Alison’s eyes teared up a little and she thrashed her arms down in frustration. Barclay maintained his position until she begrudgingly rolled off the side of the bed, putting her knees on the ground and resting her head and arms on the bed. She was naked, of course. If she tried to wear clothing, Barclay would grab it in his powerful jaws and rip at it, throwing her around and shredding the clothing.

Barclay followed her off the bed, and stood a short distance behind her as she assumed her exposed position. He paused a moment, knowing Alison could sense him behind her, in a position of power. Allison felt deep shame for what she knew was about to happen. Her cheeks flushed red and hot tears welled up in her eyes. Her hands were shaking from fear and frustration.

Barclay pushed forward and put his body on top of Alison, mounting her. He was larger than Alison. With his groin flush against hers, his head reached past the side of hers. His large body and thick underfur obscured Alison. All that was visible were her two rear legs running down outside of Barclay’s, her tits hanging down at the edge of the bed, and her head sticking out from under Barclay’s broad chest.
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Anonymous 13/12/28(Sat)12:50 No. 20543 ID: c1b02f

Dayum! Please sir, may we have some more?

Anonymous 14/09/24(Wed)20:26 No. 22486 ID: c87d7a

This was great, moar please OP.

Anonymous 14/09/26(Fri)06:53 No. 22489 ID: 118a42

Very nicely done. Were it only longer.

Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look Univited/Uncle+Rick 14/09/01(Mon)10:18 No. 22364 ID: a887c0 [Reply]

If the text had come from anyone except Megan, I would have simply added their name to my kill-list, and gone back to sleep. Instead, I grabbed my phone and gave her a call.

“I'm going to strangle you.” I said, by way of greeting.

“Why? You at work, cuz?” She sounded tipsy, but lucid, which was actually rather good for her. and she seemed to be forcing a playful tone, which meant she was worried. Damnit.

“I just had three twelve hour shifts in a row during finals week, because my boss is a sadistic twat. I had one final yesterday between my second and third shifts, and my last final is coming up in... just under seven hours. I literally just crawled in bed eleven minutes ago. You'd better be dying.”

“Oh, Ethan, I'm ssoo sorry. I'll be fine. Good luck on the final, and stuff.”

I sighed. “Are you somewhere safe?”

“For the moment, yeah. It's alright, we'll find someone to give me a ride.”

Megan wouldn't have called me on a weeknight if she'd had any decent options, and I didn't want to think about what kind of person they'd find willing to give a bunch of drunk junior high girls a ride. I wasn't be able to rest easy until I heard she was somewhere safe anyway, so I resigned myself to the innevitable and said, “Don't bother, just text me the address. I'm on my way.”
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Univited/Uncle+Rick 14/09/23(Tue)11:07 No. 22483 ID: a887c0


I'm glad you like it. If I ever get around to putting my stories on ASSTR it will be under whatever form of Uninvited is available.

Also, I dislike the term 'hater.' It's just a catch-all expression that people use on anyone who disagrees with them, it allows them to discount the other person's opinion without ever really examining it. I value criticism, it helps me get outside my own head. I may not agree with every point, but at least I know I'm getting their honest opinion, and it leads to good discussion.

Anonymous 14/09/23(Tue)17:23 No. 22484 ID: 8f4400

Sorry, I never heard of you before, but do I understand you correctly that you wrote more stories next to this one and Tacit Approval? If so, how can I find them?

Anonymous 14/09/23(Tue)19:38 No. 22485 ID: 54b2c5


I also wrote Uncle Rick, The Laws of Hospitality (unfinished), and Cheats. They're all on this board somewhere.

My other stories about a shapeshifting loli who fights another creature like her, and a super soldier kid who survives a government kill order then goes into hiding, I think that one was called The Need, or something like that, and a story about a high school football player, we're all posted here and on 99's elit board, but they got lost due to board wipes. I don't know where they are now, and no I don't have copies of my own. They were all unfinished anyway, but you might be able to find them somewhere in the depths of the way back machine or something.

Tacit Approval (Mg, etc. You know the drill by now, right?) Univited/Uncle Rick 14/08/13(Wed)13:30 No. 22256 ID: b85b7f [Reply]

Sat down to write an update for The Laws of Hospitality. This came out instead. It's kind of a spiritual successor to Uncle Rick.

It's 25,926 words, which is my longest single post. Just for reference, that amounts to more than 50 pages of single-spaced 12 point Times New Roman. Anyway, buckle up, this is gonna take a while.

*** *** *****

How do you convey the depth of a relationship like the one I have with Megan? You've never listened to her sing in the next room over, tactically replacing certain lyrics with the most filthy language imaginable. You haven't watched her sob over the body of a tiny chick that got shoved out of the nest to die. You've never felt her tremble in your arms because she heard the neighbors have another shouting match. You've never had her jump on your bed like a trampoline at four in the morning so she could tell you all about the amazing sex she'd just had with her best friend's father.

Most people would call my mother crazy because she joined a cult, relinquished all ties to her family, me included, turned over all her worldly wealth to the Leader, and handed me over to be a plaything for the Elders. Honestly, I could probably find it in my heart to forgive her all that, if she hadn't also stuck me with the name Angus. I was the new kid, and I was 'favored' by the elders, which did absolutely nothing to endear me to the other kids in the enclave. Every time I walked by, they'd moo at me, and push me down, or punch me in all the places where it wouldn't show. Almost all of them were in on it, all except Megan. She was only older than me by three months, but she was my protector, the one who explained the way things were, the one who put on the brave face so I wouldn't be afraid, the one who got the other kids to stop. She was the leader's favorite, and none of the other kids were willing to cross her outright.

It was only later, once we were almost in our teens that I realized just how much that favoritism had cost her. I'd been taken by the elders, and not always gently, but Megan could make me believe it was all for some greater purpose, or even a sort of game. For her, there was no illusion. She'd lived in the enclave her whole life, and the leader had started grooming her while she was still in diapers. There were rumors that she was his daughter, but that might just be because they both had Native American blood. Her heritage gave her long dark hair that fell straight down to her mid-back, intense dark eyes, long delicate features and limbs, and her personality gave her natural grace and charisma in spades. She was by far the prettiest girl in the enclave. I overheard some of the elders talking about how much they wanted her, but the Leader had long since staked his claim, and behind closed doors he dropped the benevolent act.

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Univited/Uncle+Rick 14/08/15(Fri)13:44 No. 22285 ID: 35fb7a


That's why I look for highly critical beta readers for my real stories, keep me from getting too far up my own ass. I agree, it's kinda like I mashed two ideas together, and they just don't really work. I wanted a relationship where a mom would know, but allow. I should have realized when I was writing that these characters deserved better, but I was too determined, and I got more tired as I went along.

Incidentally, this is pretty much exactly the same thing I always criticize Orson Scott Card for. He's so determined to play with his pet scientific or philosophical concept that he doesn't respect his own characters personalities.

Like I said, I agree with ya. If I'd read this, I'd have been disappointed too.

Anonymous 14/08/16(Sat)03:12 No. 22288 ID: c65dfe

It feels like you skipped a bit.
>"I spent the rest of the party tossing Chloe and her friends in the pool."
Never established that a party was even happening.

Shadow 14/09/22(Mon)09:06 No. 22475 ID: 3756c5

I really liked the depth of the relationship between Megan and Angus. I wish I could have a relationship like that. And I don't mind the rich bit so much because there needs to be a way to spend a lot of time with a child and that's hard if you're working. And it's a work of fiction, so reality can be stretched or dropped as needed. I wouldn't work if I didn't have to.

I actually like this story more than >>22364 but I do like them both. That one is like a candy bar: a little nutty, a little sweet, and a fun romp. This story is more like a big piece of cake (or cheesecake or pie or whatever). It takes some more to get through, but is ultimately more emotionally satisfying.

Both stories are great, and I hope to see more from you sir!

Standard Candles - a series of short stories in space Deep Thirteen 14/06/30(Mon)10:16 No. 22004 ID: 713612 [Reply]

--Flotsam and Jetsam--

'The Queen's Honor' drifts with the azure light of Heracia's star at her stern. A mighty vessel that has been witness and participant to battles for almost a full century, now sails to signal the beginning of a new era of peace before she is decommissioned from the fleet.

Inside old soldiers, politicians, the well-to-do, and their servants revel in drink, song, dance, and good spirits. Below them, past old and empty hangars and ammunition stores trudge Gabriel and Ninza, stalwart fleet engineers, assigned lower deck maintenance for this final flight.

"Christ she's got a big ass," Huffs Gabriel as he lifts his tool kit back onto his shoulders. Standing a sturdy six feet tall, with a somewhat athletic build suitable for a battleship engineer, he's a fine olive skinned and dark haired example of the human race.

Ninza, a female of the Finara, comes in at three and a half feet tall with a slim build that betrays powerful muscles beneath teal colored skin with stripes of color running from her forehead to down the back of her neck. She stares up at him for a moment in confusion, before an almost visible light of realization shines in her eyes. "Ah! You mean the ship! I forget that your people refer to vessels as female sapients. Curious, as I would think anything built for war would be considered more masculine for a species where the males are larger."

"Hell if I know why," he said while looking down at the electronic cigarette holder he just pulled from his pocket. Thumbing the display controls he grumbled when he saw he was almost empty. Before he could open it however a small blue-green finger came into his field of view and pressed against the lid.

"You know you shouldn't," Ninza said softly.

Gabriel tried not to look at her, because he knew exactly what face she was making. That face that convinced him to join the fleets engineering corps. That face that convinced him not to gamble his commission on the Dergag fights. That face that he saw when he closed his eyes during a fire fight that kept him fighting.
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Deep Thirteen 14/08/27(Wed)22:37 No. 22351 ID: 93f1c9

Standard Candles: Season to Taste

It was a late night in August in the coastal town of Greensborough, Maine. There, beneath her sheets, a young woman named Sarah Hollinday shuddered and shook as the clock struck 3:35 am. Coated in sweat and huffing for air, she tossed and turned in a desperate search of comfort. Finally, her every limb outstretched, she unleashed a low almost frustrated howl before going limp. As the clock ticked on she eventually turned over with eyes barely open and sighed, "not again..."

With motions a sloth would envy she made her way, however shaky, to her feet. Eventually she shuffled on uncooperative legs to her bathroom and stripped off the sweat stained garments that stuck to her body. With a twinge her panties were tugged away from where they'd found themselves embedded, quite firmly. She tried not bothering with them a few nights ago and the resultant mess had made her regret it.

She flopped into her bathtub and, with her feet, turned on the looming shower head, sighing as the cool water fell onto her heated skin. It was then the processes of her mind began to run once more. It'd been a month now since this aching frustration had made itself manifest whenever she slept. Visions of passionate, almost aggressive, sexual encounters with various people she'd come to know since her days of High School. Dreams so vivid they left her sore inside and out and always just on the edge with no finale. Of course afterwards she would set about trying to 'adlib' her own ending, but sadly for all her rubbing, pushing, prodding, tugging, and otherwise, she was left frustrated and climaxless. She'd even purchased some 'assistance' from the extranet in the form of a 'extraterrestrial marital aid' in the hopes that something completely foreign to her anatomy would be the breakthrough she needed.

Of course if that had worked she wouldn't be in the tub right that moment.

Soon she shut off the flow of water, made it back onto her feet, and dried herself off. On her way back to a no doubt soggy cold bed she looked at herself in a full length mirror.

She was a little heavier than most girls at five and a half feet, but still what one would consider 'shapely'. Still she tugged on her belly flesh somewhat ruefully before moving on and posing slightly in the mirror. She was attractive by the modern standard of that sort of thing, soft curly brown hair on her head town to her shoulders matched by rich chocolate hued eyes. Freckles dotted the slightly tan skin on her cheeks and shoulders. Small pink and slightly puffy peaks to her handful worthy breast, hips made for dancing and swaying, a rear to match.

A thread of confidence laid there, she was well within the ratio of desirability. If she wanted she could probably easily find someone who'd happily aid in ending her month lon Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 14/08/28(Thu)07:21 No. 22352 ID: f5b1c2

Nice, if a bit cliche. Was kind of hoping the whole orgasm denial thing was some kind of parasite trying to make her get laid.
Also, you're still mixing past and present tense, sometimes in the same sentence.

Shadow 14/09/22(Mon)07:46 No. 22473 ID: 3756c5

I find these stories quite charming. Especially the second one. The first one is sweet, but not something I'd read all the time. The third is a good grieving story, but I have a hard time imagining Fali at times.

In any case, I look forward to seeing more from you good sir.

Chaperone Dorsea 14/09/18(Thu)01:43 No. 22451 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

Chloe shoved her way through that double metal doors on the way out of the auditorium and into the main lobby. She was on cloud nine. She had moved here at the very tail end of the summer in order to be closer to her daughter’s college, and also because Lake Weenauk was a gorgeous mountain town with several highly rated school districts for her to apply to.

She had dropped an application here at G.L.Winters for the drama teacher opening with the understanding that they had already made a decision to hire an older professor with a Ph.D., but a call had come early last week that Dr. Kitchner had suffered a stroke and, while still alive and well, had decided to take it easy and allow himself to retire.

After two interviews, the principal had made his decision and extended the job to her in the hopes that her youthful energy would make up for the absence of such a seasoned drama teacher as Dr. Kitchner. Besides, the school year had started already and they needed someone else fast.

As Chloe approached the lobby doors, they suddenly swung open hard and her hands drove back into her chest. She staggered and fell to the floor, dropping her portfolios and the notebook full of lesson plans she had come to show the principal so he’d know she knew what she was doing.

Three teenage boys in polo shirts and checkered shorts stood on the welcome mat looking surprised to see her laying there in a pile of papers. The one who had shoved the door open into her face was the first to move, and offered his hand to her.

“I’m so sorry, let me help you up” he said and she took it without really looking at him.

He lifted her with one arm onto her feet so quickly she almost shouted and looked up into his face. She was especially short for an adult, standing a meager 5 even, but this boy was especially tall as well. Chloe had opened her mouth to say that it was alright and to be more careful, but was left at a loss for words. He was easily over six feet tall and had a chiseled jaw and tan skin, long, shaggy blonde hair and he had a roguish expression on his face.

She realized he still had her hand in his and shook it away, “Thanks for the hand”, she said blushing and taking a step back.
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Anonymous 14/09/18(Thu)04:29 No. 22454 ID: f5b1c2

Why does nobody tag anything any more?

Anonymous 14/09/18(Thu)13:20 No. 22455 ID: 36e3b1

So much this

Shadow 14/09/22(Mon)02:25 No. 22471 ID: 3756c5

Please continue.

Milk and Honey (Mg, loli, mild discipline, voyeurism, first) Anonymous 14/09/16(Tue)11:23 No. 22442 ID: 89aba0 [Reply]

See, I have a thing for art with interesting poses, images that make me ask, what the hell is going on?

And sometimes, I have to write the story down. Like all my best, this one came to me in one big chunk.

I tried to attach one of the images that inspired me, but I can't make that work. Let me know how, if you want to see them.

No, the story doesn't make sense. No, I haven't done much editing. No, I probably won't mess with it much more; I've wasted two days on it, and really need to get some work done. Besides, my dick is starting to wear out, I always fap a lot when I've got a story cranking out as hot and heavy as this one did.

As seems to be best for much of my stuff, just accept the premise and let it roll.

Codes: Mg, loli, mild discipline, voyeurism, first. Other stuff that would be spoilers, especially MC, sort of, but not like anything I've ever seen anywhere else, given that I don't usually like mind control stories.

Stroke story, I hope.

I crave feedback, it is like honeymilk to me. Tell me if I'm doing it right, correct me otherwise so I can get better.
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Anonymous 14/09/16(Tue)14:22 No. 22443 ID: f5b1c2

Too much why, not enough how.

Anonymous 14/09/17(Wed)07:47 No. 22447 ID: 89aba0

Thanks for reading, and for the feedback!

"Not enough how"? Can you give an example?

(I'll note I'm not entirely satisfied with this one in the cold light of day, myself. The scene at Sneed's is OK, but the rest...meh. Telling not showing.)

Anonymous 14/09/17(Wed)18:28 No. 22449 ID: 36e3b1

I think his point is that you have a whole lot of text talking about this sexual fantasy phenomenon, but the actual "action" part of it takes up barely half of it. Too much exposition.

For my part, I just want you to not write "turgid font" ever again. TThat's disgusting, man.

Two Become One grotto 14/03/03(Mon)10:20 No. 21280 ID: 28d1dc [Reply]

Hey, I'm grotto and here's the current version of Two Become One. I originally wrote this story to be posted on 4chan's /d/. The version posted on Oblimo's site here ( http://oblimo.pbworks.com/w/page/5537707/Two-Become-One ) is from summer 2008, and what appears here has been edited significantly since then. Please enjoy... As always, I have many ideas for the story that I've been nursing for years, but I can't promise new chapters within any reasonable timeframe. I will post them when I write them.



Sara sat on her bed, still not quite able to believe what she was hearing. The person beside her seemed to be a ten-year-old girl, wearing a loose gray t-shirt, short brown hair and a baseball cap. "See, feel me, I'm just like normal, right?" Sara hesitantly reached out her hand and grabbed the girl's wrist. She could feel the bones in her arm, the pulse in her veins.

"Ok, now watch." The girl leaned forward and closed her eyes. In less than a second, gigantic breasts swelled into being on her boyish frame, stretching the fabric of the t-shirt. They were ludicrously large, puffing out into mounds around her areolae - C-cups in their own right - and the nipples were clearly visible, erect, three-quarters of an inch wide. The new breasts jiggled with their own momentum as the girl gently shook them back and forth. "Feel them if you want," she said. Sara reached out a hand and patted the monster on the left. It yielded and swayed around a bit. She began to knead, feeling the soft, warm boob tissue, not any different from her own except for the size. Still disbelieving, Sara reached down and tweaked the prominent, hard nipple. It was a firm nub, yielding a bit to her when squeezed, different from the soft breast tissue. The girl let out a squeak of laughter.

"That's too odd," said Sara. "It's not just boobs," said the girl. For a split second, her body lost all its detail, decohering in a blobby mass. She reformed a second later. Now the girl had deep red hair, tied back in a ponytail, wisps escaping to float in the afternoon sun that came down through the window. Gone were the ludicrous breasts. Her face was vaguely similar to before, but now she seemed to be six or seven years older. The T-shirt and jeans had become a beautiful dark green velvet dress, matching her eyes, cut to expose a hint of pearly cleavage. Although she was hardly recognizable, she had the same playful glint in her eyes.

"I can control pretty much everything about myself." the girl said. "Feel the dress." Sara reached out and took some fabric, rubbed it in between her fingers. It felt like fine fuzzy velvet. The girl smiled. "That's as much a part of me as my body or my Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 14/04/18(Fri)08:58 No. 21568 ID: e1353d

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Anonymous 14/09/14(Sun)19:40 No. 22428 ID: eaee03

I wonder if there will ever be another part of this story?

Anonymous 14/09/15(Mon)05:51 No. 22430 ID: 8aeaa3

This is the best story I've ever read here, It's sooo fucking good

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