The last of my 4 completed stories before I go into hibernation to complete My Private Camwhore 4, is Rent-A-Daughter. Be warned it's a bit slower in pace compared to my other stories, and with very limited actual sex. I'll also be doing a slower posting pace than before because it still needs more editing than the other ones did, but I just hope starting the posting will light a fire under me to edit more.

Rent-A-Daughter by AnonyMPC (Mg, ped, cons, 1st, cosplay, slow)

Chapter One:
It was the biggest moral lapse in my life and yet, at the same time, one of the most fulfilling experiences I’ve ever had. It made me a criminal, but more importantly, it made me a father… at least, sort of.

The day I got a daughter seemed like any ordinary day at first. I was working a little extra, by choice, in my home office, which was the second bedroom of my two-bedroom apartment. I worked from home, making a decent living at a job that let me set my own hours. I considered it a great job, about the only good thing I had going for me.

I’m not making excuses, but when this happened, it was a pretty low period in my life.

I was unhappy, and had been for a while. I knew something big was missing from my life. Most obviously, I was lonely. I hadn’t had a date in three years, and a girlfriend since I got out of college, six years ago. My dating life, when it was active, was not very notable either… my last girlfriend cheated on me and it pretty much wrecked me, making me too shy to try again. I guess subconsciously I didn’t want to let somebody get close enough to hurt me.

I wasn’t just romantically isolated either. I didn’t have many friends aside from the distant, more-or-less anonymous types you make on Internet fan-boards. My parents were both dead, my dad of a heart attack when I was eighteen , and my Mom eight years ago, while I was still in college. Both hit me hard, but I knew my Dad wasn’t healthy. Mom’s death was so sudden and senseless. She was murdered in a robbery by a meth head, who was later killed by police. In the comics this would have made me into a grim vigilante, patrolling the streets looking for justice, but in reality, the whole event just left a hole that my ambition slowly drained out of. It was a wonder I was hired at all when I got out of school, but I had good marks and my company had an aggressive recruiter.

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Hey everyone. I've been posting this story elsewhere for a while now, not sure why I never came to post it here.

Fair warning, the content of this story is not for everyone. Or even most people. Contained hereafter is a story of mother/son underage incest, cuckolding, and impregnation.

I've been working on this for quite a while, so at this point it's fairly long. For those of you not already navigating away, I hope you enjoy. Story will begin in the next post.

First time writer here, r&r, plzkthx.
Contains: All futa, All underage
(remember, boys and girls, pedophilia is illegal in the US, only fap to it, never do it IRL)

Nov. 12, 2010.
Hi, My name is Faith Woods, I’m 14 years old, shoulder-length straight red hair, still-growing B cup breasts, perfect 6.5:1 hip:waist ratio (I’m kind of a math nerd), I'm 5 feet tall with a healthy does of freckles, and I’m not a normal girl. I mean, I try to be normal. I go to a regular middle school, have normal friends and a totally normal family… it’s me that isn’t totally normal. And hell, I didn’t even know I was abnormal ‘till about a week ago.
See, last Wednesday night, I grew a dick.
Yeah, I know, that’s about how I reacted when I saw it. I woke up Thursday morning to get ready for school, I felt something funny between my legs. I didn’t really pay it any mind, I thought it was my tired mind playing tricks, so I got up and went to the shower anyways. So I was too tired to even glance in the mirror, I just slipped off my panties and started the water.
Once it got heated, I stepped in, and I immediately felt weird. The drops that should have been falling on my crotch were stopping short. I still felt them hit me, but it felt like whatever they hit was sticking out from my legs instead of recessing in. I looked down, the steamy water gently clearing my head and waking me up a bit, and I saw it.
The first thing I did was squeal. Not like a big yell or anything, just a little ‘Eep!’ as I saw something on my body that I knew wasn’t there the last time I looked. The second thing I did was lose my balance and fall backwards. I landed directly on my ass, It hurt. A lot.
I sat there for a few minutes, I was just staring at the mound of flesh sitting there. It was about as thick as… like a whiteboard marker. And it was almost as long. It was just long enough to dangle down and just kinda sit there on the floor; it was really soft and floppy, I was a mix of afraid, shocked, and a little bit intrigued. I mean… I just grew a DICK. Like, a real-life, honest-to-goodness penis. The first thing I did when it sank into my head (which was after about 20 minutes of staring blankly at it), was to pick it up and examine the new area. I had a pair of balls it seemed, too; pretty small, by comparison to the size of my new member, though I had no reference to any real male anatomy, they just seemed… dinky. I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt my normal equipment still residing neatly where it belonged under my new testes.
All this manhandling had started to give me an erection. Of course, I had no idea what was happening then; I felt things tightening in my crotch, the weight of my cock suddenly became more prominent as it began to lift slowly up. I took my hands away, terrified that I had broken it or something, and felt everything becoming tighter and more intense as my memb Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Hi everyone, please allow me to introduce myself before the story begins. Will try to make it short.
I'm a 20 year old guy with quite a few taboo fantasies. I'm currently home due to fall break at my university, and haven't been able to fall asleep, so I figured I'd try writing down a story of mine for you people to read.
Been pondering about doing it for a long time, but have been too nervous about posting too much personal info. Because I'm stupid I'm leaving an e-mail at the bottom of the story for anything you might want to say to me(don't expect to get much out of it by flooding me with negative, useless feedback). I'm hoping to get some replies from "likeminded" people, and am very happy to receive criticism on the writing and such.
This is a quick draft that I wanted to post before going to bed. I have a test coming up tomorrow, so I hope to polish the story a bit as well as write the follow up(which I think is pretty fucking hot).
Anyways, here’s a little background info on me/the story's beginning. I always was an average kid in a lot of ways, although a bit ugly compared to the other kids my age. As a preteen/teenager I was always really fascinated with video games as well as programming, and ended up spending a lot of time in front of the computer.
As a result of this I quickly learned about porn, and at around age 12 I stumbled upon child porn. I didn’t realize I had entered an extremely taboo zone. I was just really curious about what the girls in my class looked like naked, and I’ve never been able to find the typical surgically enhanced porn stars to be attractive in the same way I do with teen girls. At some point I grew aware of how not normal what I was doing actually was. A lot of my friends had had their first girlfriend experiences, while I’d never tried anything with a girl, and my selfesteem was suffering a lot during this period. Around this time a depression started growing inside me, and I’ve been dealing with it up until now.
Last year I dropped out of law school because of a lot of psychological problems, and my illegal taboo fantasies were growing stronger than ever sending me into a lot of inner moral complexes.
My family was fantastic in supporting me, however, and weirdly enough I found a lot of confidence in practicing Starcraft really hard during that period. I also met a 14 – year old girl, who I became close with, and she helped me slowly accepting that I am in fact not just an average guy. I’m a pedophile, and I doubt that’ll ever change. I don’t have a moustache, don’t take pleasure in raping infants and I’m actually well functional social being, but yes I’m a pedophile, and one of my biggest dreams are to have sex with a young girl. I realize this’ll never happen in a way that leaves all parts involved satisfied, but coming to acceptance and in control of myself has given me a drive and Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Me and a bunch of authors have decided, given how a lot of people are making a mint off shitty romance books, to attempt "bad erotic fiction," which we're going to do at an upcoming convention in May. The contest includes some local and syndicated authors, many who probably will have to get drunk for the panel, just to read one another's attempt at styles in a semi-sarcastic mockery of popular books on the market. I thought some of you might enjoy one of my submitted pieces, which I don't mind posting here because it's not likely to make me much money, and I'd like your feedback.

Warning: This is awful on purpose. Hubert is not a real author (I felt it sounded awkward enough to give it that extra spaz punch) and the styles attempted for this piece are: "Gary Sue" wish-fulfillment, unrealistic attitudes towards women, friend zone obliviousness, and ADHD style of writing done by someone who has probably never had a real sexual encounter in their life but probably jacks off to Boris Vallejo posters. One of the authors who got a peek said, "It took days to get through the first few paragraphs, but the sex scene was too hilarious to be considered bad." I figure if I make the first part badly written with run on sentences, I will win the "terrible pentameter" award, if there is one, and if not, I will make it one and award it to myself. Because it's that kind of competition.

[M/F, pathetic, FreeBSD]

Data Center Fun
A Tale of a Hot Girl Who Came to Her Senses
by Hubert Schlotzsky

It was late at night, and Dr. Rock Mustang had been working really hard on reworking a FreeBSD kernel to the latest module for a webcam that he had reverse engineered, even though he had an non-spec USB peripheral board, but that's what he expected from the crap they had in post-market parts bought from Hong Kong. He grimaced at the thought that his pointy-haired bosses were stumbling around like inflatable clown punching bags, bumping into one another and self congratulating themselves in saving 64 cents while the true heroes, techs like himself, were the ones that suffered in the daily trenches of support.

"We have to install 32 servers," said his manager, a unfortunate pimply man stuffed into a tweed coat that made him look like the kind of cheap Chicken Kiev frozen dinner that was on sale at Shop-Rite for $4 except when on sale for $3 with a coupon, but you had to buy 4 at once and it was the kind of dinner one could only eat 3 of in a month before you got sick of them. "... by tomorrow morning."

Rock looked at the clock. It was already twenty two hundred hours. "When is morning for you?" he asked.
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This is another attempt at an ongoing serial, and was inspired by a picture I saw on hentai-foundry. I say inspired by rather than based on, because I did not attempt to copy the picture in a lot of particulars, however, the picture still serves as a spoiler for the first part (will be the second post), so take that into account when you decide whether or not to look... it can be found here: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/faustsketcher/174102/One-Hell-of-First-Time

So, without furthur ado...

Summer of the Succubus (fb, inc, magic, semi-mc)

Episode 1: "Release" (Additional codes: 1st, reluc, b-solo)

She was aware, but only barely so. She could sense what she needed to become more than that, a thread of arousal, nearby but always dancing just out of reach. And like a starving man attempting to fish with his bare hands, no matter hopeless it seemed, she had no other choice but to try and grab, no matter how weak she was, how painful each attempt.

And then, suddenly, just when she thought she'd lost it completely, she snagged it, barely, like at the tips of her fingers, if she still had fingers, but she had gripped onto the sexual energy and with what seemed like more strength than she had, pulled herself out of her prison and, for the first time in forever, touched another mind. The arousal was gone, but she still held on to something, the after-effects, powerful in its own way.

Her prison, her trap, was pulling back at her... maybe if she had been here just an hour or a week she would have the energy to fight out alone, but no, it had been too long since she'd fed, she knew that she had only one hope, in order to be safe, she had to get into this person's mind... this man's mind, she could sense that much already, it was a male, which was a lucky break. Men were easier.


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Good evening, /elit/. It's been a very long time, hasn't it? I'm glad to see you're well. I wrote a short story for you. I hope you like it.

As an aside, I would like to recommend you take some time to read the Machine of Death anthology, which can be freely downloaded. There are a lot of great stories by many talented authors, all based on the theme of a machine that can predict the manner of one's death. This is my take on that premise.

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"I always thought breaking into a place would be, I don't know, louder."

"Feeling let down?" she mocks gently.

"A little bit." I admit as I pull open the window. "You know, I had the weirdest feeling that I could die from slicing my arm while I was doing this. Like, I could just sit down and try to bleed out, and the world would get the fuck over itself when they found out."

"Like that'd work. Even if I let you do that we'd probably drop a lighter or something. Then everyone'd be like, well, he obviously came here to start a fire, and that's what got him."

Clambering through the window, I pause for a second and turn around. "You know what? Fuck the Machine."
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Another tale from the Lily-verse.

As always, I invite feedback, especially the negative kind.

I want to do better.


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"That is incorrect."

Sherry collapsed back into her chair. So close! The eleven other girls in the class relaxed, for a moment, and whispered amongst themselves. Five of them, including Sherry, were only a point away from winning. The rest were only two away, except for Tran, the new girl, who had forfeited her last question, unable to speak, and was short by three.

It was the most evenly matched game anyone could remember. Some of that was luck, but some of that was skilled play; it was part of the game to get as many players as possible as close to winning as could be.

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A story about a young girl masturbating and using diapers. Enjoy.

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Melissa was nervous, yet excited. Her stomach felt heavy and her head felt light. She knew that what she was about to do was wrong, but that only fueled the excitement even more. She stood naked in her room in front of a mirror, alone at her house, holding an unopened package of Pull-Ups training pants. It started one night when Melissa was masturbating, as she often enjoyed doing at night before she went to sleep. Her thoughts suddenly converged on the thought of herself in a diaper. The thought struck her unexpectedly, yet was oddly satisfying. After climaxing, she felt dizzy, exhausted, and confused. The same recurring fantasy came back to her every night, and an occasional morning. In the fantasy, she for some reason had to wear a diaper. The feeling of it wrapped around her, the shame, the safety, all excited her. She started to masturbate at least two times a day, sometimes up to five. She felt insatiable. During school, and family dinner, and hanging out with her friends, she was distracted and withdrawn, the desire to play with herself constantly tugging at her mind. Eventually, the next step became clear. She was going to somehow obtain diapers, and see what it was really like.
That Friday, when her parents left, she put her plan into action. She rode her bike down the block to the grocery store, and grabbed a package of Pull-Ups training pants. She tried hard to maintain a calm on the outside, but inside she was aflame. The simple act of touching the package made her legs weak. Walking to the cashier, she felt outside of herself. As she purchased them, her heart was pumping. Did he know why she bought them? Did he think she just had a younger sister? Her face was becoming very flushed, no matter how hard she tried to remain calm. She tilted her face down in shame and handed over some babysitting money. The nervousness and embarrassment was battling with the excitement. What she had been imagining for so long was becoming a reality.
She stood naked in front of her mirror, holding the package in front of her peach-fuzzed sex. The excitement was making her light headed. She ripped open the top of the package and pulled out one of the training pants. Immediately she could smell that delicious perfume. It instantly took her back to being a little child. She carefully cracked the diaper open, bent over, and stepped into it. She loved the way it slid up over her slender legs, the way it smelled, the way it stretched to get over her hips and butt, and the way it came to rest snug against her sex, gripping her tightly. At this point, Melissa was about to explode, she had to masturbate. She slid one hand down into the diaper, like she'd imagined doing, and her fingers came to rest against her very slick and wet sex. She had never felt herself so wet before, good thing it would all be soaked up. Carefully, she slid two fingers inside hers Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

tags: sci-fi, transformation, weird, loli, underage, ff, whatever else my sick, perverted mind can add in

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This is my first time posting here but I thought you guys might like to read this. I got chapter 2 planned out but I'm always open to suggestions for further chapters. Please excuse any typos. I skimmed this story a few times, but it's a big one, so I might have missed a few. Sorry if the structure isn't all that great, I'm not very good at this. Anyway, onward.

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"Scientific test subjects needed! Get paid for your time!"

Jack's friends told him it was a bad idea. It seemed that everyone knew someone-- their cousin's best friend's fiance, who knew a guy who met a guy that died taking part in one of those research studies. It was dangerous money. But the way Jack figured, it couldn't hurt to go downtown and check out this "PADE Inc" and see what they were all about. As he boarded the bus, Jack hoped the decision would be cut and dry. He was desperate for money since he had lost his job, but he wasn't sure HOW desperate. He didn't know, for instance, if he could resist signing up if the pay was good and all that would happen is he'd lose a few fingers. Or a testicle. The further the bus drove away from the sights of town he was familiar with, the more it felt like Jack had to do this. In his head he started making a basic list of how much limb loss or diseases contracted he'd be willing to take for how much money. As the bus turned onto a bumpy country road, nearing its destination, Jack concluded that he would probably consider cancer as a reasonable risk if he could get a couple hundred grand. In any case, he felt a very strange sensation, a sort of finality to his experience, as if this was the only thing he could do. Going to this research lab suddenly felt like his destiny in a weird way.

The bus turned another corner and through the window Jack could see where he would be getting off. It looked like a farm. On very large barn, with a smaller building attached that appeared to be the main entrance. The bus slowed to a stop.

"This is it?" Asked Jack as he stepped off the bus.
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