>>93

Make sure your storycodes actually *match* the story. This one wasn't futa-on-shota although it was labelled as such, as one could garner from reading a couple paragraphs in.

>>139
If you actually follow the link and READ the story, it IS futa on shota. It just opens like that.

Sinful Pleasures (bestiality, futa on shota, futa on female, futa on assorted, demons, incubi, etc.)

Strongly recommend reading this one, so I'll just post the opening scenes here

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Virgina cursed furiously as she pumped her vibrator in and out of her womanhood steadily. It had been weeks since she had been able to have a good orgasm, and thus far she has yet to be able to get herself off like she use to. “Dammit! Why the hell can't I cum!?” Virgina groaned in agitation. She grabbed for her other vibrator to the side of her and shoved it into her mouth, licking and sucking on it, coating it with her spit as she prepared to plug her ass up. “C'mon! Fuck! Fuck me harder, dammit!” She screamed as she plunged her large toy deep into her anal cavity. Both her hands worked now, pumping steadily as she fought to fuck herself to climax. The motions were deep and strong, and most certainly did well to describe the sort of carnal addict that Virgina was. But in the end, it simply wasn't enough. Virginia gave up after a long and grinding half hour, her arms exhausted and her holes dried up from lack of arousal. Virgina sat up, throwing her toys to the other side of the room. “Damn! Why the fuck can't I cum!?”

Virgina laid back on her bed, scratching her dyed purple hair in confusion. She was about five six from top to bottom, with modest c cup breasts that were framed on her chest perfectly. Her hips were larger, and her back side often drew more attention than her bust due to it's size and shape. It was because of her ass that Virgina's friend had introduced her to anal sex and its wonders. Virgina was proud of her body and her openness towards sex of all kinds. But lately, things seemed to be running on the stale side. No matter what she did, she couldn't bring herself to climax. She had a huge orgy with six different men and women the other night with no release. She had rescued Varius, the massive brute of a Great Dane that lied at the foot of her bed, to dip her toes into bestiality months before this all started, but even he couldn't please her as of late. She spent a lot of money on that high quality sybian vibrator that sit in the corner of her room, but for all it's bravado, not even that was enough to stir her into a rocketing orgasm like she was use to. Virgina cursed again, sitting up in frustration. “Am I... becoming frigid!?” She shook her head. She was not about to let herself dry up at the age of twenty five.

Virgina got dressed. She decided to go see her friend, Ovidia. Maybe she would have some clue as to how to cure of of this sexual drought she found herself in.

“Be a good boy, Varius. Momma will be back later.” She said, caressing her canine lover's balls as he laid on his back, tongue panting in ignorant happiness at the attention he was getting from what he viewed to be his bitch. With a sigh, Virgina stepped out of the door to her condo, and locked up.

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Modern Day Goddess by Samuel Brandt (breast expansion, huge breasts, multiple breasts, body modification)

Kate looked at the clock again. Two-thirty AM and she couldn’t sleep. Lynn had been gone for over three weeks. In the intervening time, Max had increased his time with her to three or four nights a week. When he was there with her, life was fantastic. They had incredible sex, more like earth shattering sex, but also great conversations and downtime together. Max had taken to teaching her the ins and outs of sailing, and she could (almost) sail The Inflated Lady by herself. He started talking with her a little more about the business from a legal sense, with her using her basic pre-law knowledge to ask lots of questions about how something that’s probably only semi-legal is run without huge liability issues.



When Max wasn’t there, she felt empty. Empty, lonely and very, very horny. The cream was doing its job, even though she only used it on nights he wasn’t there. Her boobs now hung down to below her waist, the skin stretched grotesquely. She couldn’t even wear something to support them though because of how sensitive they had become. So she spent her days trying to focus on working out and trying not to think about Max or Lynn. The good news was her upper back and arms were starting to get true muscle tone, giving her an even more striking figure.



At night, it was even worse, when all she had to do was think. She was having an awful time sleeping lately. It was the one time of day she needed to have fabric against her skin. She found that by having the gauze wound really tight against her, it was more tolerable as they didn’t move around so much. ‘Tonight I think we went a little too tight,’ she thought, trying to adjust the fabric so the pressure wasn’t so uncomfortable.



She was beginning to realize that Lynn was right, her feelings for Max were more than just attraction or lust, she was falling for the man and falling for him hard. She found herself lying awake trying to decide what, if anything, she should do about it. She couldn’t tell Lynn either in their occasional conversations; she knew what her friend would tell her. Tonight was no different. She looked at the clock again, 2:45. ‘God, this is really digging in, and now I have to pee.’

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Sorry forgot link: the above story is from the Overflowing Bra site, dedicated to breast expansion stories. Lots worth a look.

http://www.overflowingbra.com/contestres.htm

Yep, that's one of my Phil Phantom tributes.

http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/Gauntlet-Phil_Phantom_tribute.html

Thank you very much and very good work sir. Very good indeed!

Thanks, I appreciate the endorsement! =)

Damn, would you believe I had to do a OS and App recovery like, YESTERDAY! While I may have the stuff, I haven't mastered retrieving it. So, we'll see if I can get my stuff back up and running! I'll keep y'all posted.

>>67

Please finish MPC 4 soon. I am quite eager to read it, and discover (and fap to) the fates of Erin and Andrew. It is by far your best series, and I hope that you will write a fifth installment at some point too. I'm also interested in reading WB 3 (which I consider to be your second best series) at some point.

As for your Phil Phantom inspired stories, I find them to be quite boring. PP has always been a poor excuse for an author, and you imitating him is thus like Shakespeare imitating Stephenie Meyer. Just because he has a sizable following among the brain-dead (and often sub-literate, I've found) legions of erotica readers doesn't mean that his writing isn't trash. He's simplistic and crass, and your knack for subtlety is wasted by imitating him. I hope you will devote more efforts to your traditional stories.

Furthermore, allow me to say that science fiction and erotica rarely mix, and that I hope that you won't become one of those erotica writers that bores everyone by using your stories as a convenient cover to share your "totally awesome" ideas for science fiction novels. There are enough hacks on this board alone doing that, and it never makes for very exciting stories.

With that all said, do you have a timetable for the completion of MPC 4?

>>202
I still have no timetable on MPC4. I've hit a bit of a bump in the road motivationally speaking, where I'm just not as excited to write. I'm still working on it, but slowly. Right now I might even be forced to split up what once was 4 into 4 and 5.

As regards to the Phil Phantom stories, I'll say what I always say: I know they're not as popular. I don't care. I'm happy some people read and enjoy it, but I'd continue to write them even if every other feedback told me to stop. It's part of my process. There are times when I just don't feel like writing in my normal style... in those times, I often CAN write a Phil Phantom style, because it takes a completely different part of the writing muscle, and it's easy... and when that's the case, the very act of writing in the form tends to refresh my enthusiasm for my normal style. The reverse is true, although to a lesser extent, so by bouncing back and forth I can be more productive. Unfortunately, there are some occasions, like the last few weeks, when I haven't been too excited about either style, and I'm hoping editing and releasing may help do the trick. In any event, if you don't like them, don't read them. They're always clearly marked, and I won't be offended. With respect to the merits of the original author, I'll just say sometimes there's a place for sublety, and sometimes there's a place for outright raunch.

What you say about SF and erotica may or may not be true, but I am going down that road nonetheless, out of my own interest. Again, if you don't think it's interesting, I won't be offended if you don't read it, but if I don't write the stories that interest ME, then it becomes work, and the more it's work, the less I'll do anything. I will almost certainly be releasing the first part of one of two 'Sci-Fi Serials' in the next couple weeks. There's an informal poll in a sticky post of the /elit/board of a chan some 92 units lower than this one to help me decide which one. I don't want to duplicate efforts by running two of them.

>>203

Well, that all sounds good to me. I was just being candid.

>>145

Actually...I don't know what I want to do with this story.

Part of what made the other one good was...well, the sex. I think I'm just going to get rid of this one in a week unless someone can tell me what they'd like to see done to poor Stephanie. Meanwhile, I'll wrap this up in a future story that'll be much better than dragging this out with writer's block.

>>175
I really enjoyed the first installment of this one and didn't really care for this prequel piece. I've got no problem with you including sections without sex. I actually think that it can really improve an elit because it makes the, ahem, climax a bigger event. But, this piece didn't really give us any more insight into the character, and that's what's really intriguing about this. What we got from "First Meeting" is that the character doesn't want to be turned into a girl. Which was already established in the previous piece. What I want to see is where the story goes after "Re-Orientation Therapy," because while creepy and weird, just talking about Gender Reassignment Surgery like just isn't as titillating.

>>176
I have to agree. I think that because of the way Stephanie's punishment is supposed to be set up, sex won't be a very regular occurrence in the story until the reorientation therapies happen.

>>182

Exactly, so I'm going to do a 180 and go the other route. The next story will be a *sequel* to the first instead. That way I can center it around sex, which is what we all come here to read to begin with. =p I've been writing sex stuff for a fair bit and one thing I think I've learned by now is that if you have to skip over large parts of the story, you're writing it wrong. I left a lot of stuff vague in the original (such as the crime Stephen/Stephanie committed) because that's not important to the hot, sweaty force-fucking that's about to go on!

So, assuming I ever write Chapter 2, it'll be a story with sex instead of a proper elit, and I'll post it elsewhere where it belongs.

With that being said, I've started writing it. I hope you guys are into bondage and titfucking. :3

>>185
Excellent! I agree that shifting the direction of your story would probably pan out better than a prequel (which is not to say the prequel wasn't pretty cool). I love your writing style, and I look forward to seeing what our poor dear Stephanie has waiting.

Wunderbar.

I am reminded of the moral lessons passed on to us by stories in our elementary years of school, at once overt and covert and unfolding over the years like a blossoming flower. That sort of poetic, philosophical bullshit, you know.



This story is like that, except more about the awkward teenage phase and more buttfuckery. I'll now have a vivid metaphor in my head when I look back in twenty years, explaining this phase of my life to my children. I'll probably start laughing like an idiot too...

"Oh my! So many things I had forgotten about that time. Why...we had this one bill, SOPA, so bad for the internet that it had a story about it that likened it to an emotionally charged butt-fucking ."

Merrie followed Bass down the stairs, her boots and gloves whispering against the wooden steps. She was nervous and excited at the same time; the butterflies in her stomach made her nervous as she came down the flight of stairs leading to the second floor. Her body trembled with the effort to keep her balance as she put her full weight on her hands. Every little movement was a struggle for her, but she felt a sense of joy in acting like a dog. She wondered if she wasn't wearing the boots and gloves, would she still crawl down the stairs like Sable would?

She thought about the dark-haired dog girl. She acted like Bass demanded, but she didn't have the heavy metal collar around her neck to enforce it. Merrie didn't know if Sable’s collar would send the pulses of pain or pleasure, or prevent her from talking, but Sable seemed so natural as she crawled on her severed knees and elbows.

Merrie paused on the stairs, thinking about Sable's amputated limbs. The word that Tabitha used only a few minutes ago: cropped. Cropping was the process of removing part of a dog's tail, trimming it down. Merrie didn't think much about the casual use, mostly because she didn't have a tail. She looked down at her booted hand. It took her a moment to realize what Tabitha meant. She was going to amputate Merrie and all the new bitches.

Tabitha would cut off Merrie's arms and legs.

The butterflies in her stomach turned to bile as her happy, almost carefree enjoyment of being a new slave crashed down around her. It was one thing to crawl around on her hands and knees and being fucked by Bass' huge cock, but the idea of having her arms and legs cut off sent a sharp burst of fear through her. It rose, filling her thoughts, until she thought her heart would burst.

Merrie was barely aware that she was gasping for breath. She couldn't get enough air into her lungs and she felt her world spinning. She looked down the stairs and saw Bass turning around.

Memories rose up, of the brutal slaughter in the warehouse. The smell of blood and death. The looks of horror and terror on the abducted people's faces. The women being taken to the dairy farm. She wondered why she wasn't horrified about her predicament, but all the fear and terror she wasn’t feeling hit her with a rush. A tidal wave of emotions that stopped the air in her lungs and ripped the joy out of her life. Her chest burned as she tried to pant, but she couldn't breathe in despite her open mouth and gasping. Hot tears rolled down her face, splashing down on her gloves.

A wail ripped out of her throat. It didn't sound like her voice, but she could feel her throat vibrating. She felt the words coming out, the ease that she remained silence had shattered with her terror.

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agreed

Er... I somewhat echo these sentiments, but... why not post in the actual story thread?

Dr. Hoffman finished up by getting up, removing his glove, and throwing it in the trash. "Okay, Stephanie, you're good to go. You shaved and everything, that's good. I think that's it then. Any questions?"

"...Do I have to do this?" I asked as I shrugged slowly and looked to the right, toward nothing in particular. At this point, the thought of reorientation began to make me nervous. I suppose it took until several minutes before it began for the reality of it to finally hit me.

"It's part of the plan, Stephanie. Three sessions. It won't hurt if you relax."

I laughed nervously while still in my pose. Dr. Hoffman began to walk out, but not before putting his hand on my shoulder and delivering a largely ineffective pep talk.

"Aw, c'mon, Steph. Would you rather spend the rest of your days rotting in jail? Worthless?"

I briefly pondered saying "yes", but I didn't.

"This is your second chance. Hopefully, you'll finish as a nice young woman with something to offer society." Dr. Hoffman turned to the nurse as he continued to walk out. "This is not supposed to be a punitive session, so make hi-...her, whatever, make her comfortable. Lube, and all that. All right, I'll see you. Thanks."

Dr. Hoffman gave me his last goodbye before leaving and shutting the door. "Good luck, Steph. And have fun. Enjoy this, all right?" The door closed.

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"Open up...ahh, oh, there we go..." He pushed my head toward his cock until there was no more room between it and my lips. The head slipped in easily between my glossed lips, and then hit the roof of my mouth. Now, he was inside me. As violating as it felt, I had no choice but to continue and suck it.

I formed a sort of seal around his cock and began to lick the underside up and down. I really didn't know what else to do except sit there and kind of glide my lips around the base while licking up and down the shaft. But, like the handjob, that seemed to please him more than enough. My head had leaned up against his left thigh as I sat there giving him a blowjob, and I could feel the heat coming off it as he got ever more excited. Mostly sighs and soft moans permeated the eerie silence of the dimly-lit, dark, and dusty closet.

Actually, I stand corrected. Giving a blowjob was probably the worst part of this. All I could do was close my eyes and pretend this wasn't even happening. I think the worst part of it all was when his cock would shoot small bits of pre-cum into my mouth. I felt almost every stage of this occurrence; the feeling of his cock twitching it out, the substance hitting the back of my throat, the salty taste it left in my mouth afterward. There was nothing more I wanted to do after each little swallowing than to drink an entire gallon of mouthwash in the vain hopes that it would eradicate every last bit of his flavor from my mouth and throat. Still all the while, all I could think of was him cumming in my mouth. Every burst of pre-cum made me wonder what it would be like to swallow his entire load. It wasn't supposed to happen in a session (as that part was saved for what is about to happen next) but surely it wasn't unheard of.

So did it happen? Fortunately, no. He would soon get his chance to bust his nut inside me though.

"Nurse! Can you, uh..." was all I heard him say. I could feel him doing some kind of motion with his hands but I didn't see it. All I could stare at was his cock in my mouth, and my hand on his right thigh, soft and supple with pink nails and french tips. My toenails looked just as nice since last week.

As I kept holding him in my mouth, the nurse came up from behind and opened my butt cheeks to squirt something in my hole. It was wet and slippery as she slid it all around in a sort of circular motion. I stopped my suckling in suprise, but she insisted I continue: "No no, Steph, keep going. Ssh..." When she was gone, I felt all slimy and dirty down below from the lube she spreaded.

The young man then pushed my head away, sliding his cock out suprisingly from my pursed lips. I could taste his flavor for hours, it was that bad.

"You ready?" he stared at me asking.

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With a brisk motion, he then slammed into me hard and collapsed the both of us onto the bed. I felt his entire body, warm and wet with sweat pressed against me as he twitched his left leg and released his cum deep into my bowels. The force of his body pressed my boobs hard against the bed, and started to hurt me a bit.

"Ack...could you, could you..." I said, trying to ask him to get up.

"I'm almost....ugh! Okay..." He had finished pumping me full of his substance and then got up and slid out slowly. As I laid face down on the bed, I could still feel the mix of pressure and pleasure reeling from deep within my asshole. What a good girl I was.

After relaxing for a bit, I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. As I sat, I began to feel warmth trickling out of me; I leaned to the side and saw his cum leaking out of my butthole and onto the bed. I looked up at the nurse and was about to ask her if I should worry about having messed up the bed.

"Oh, they'll clean that," she said reassuringly. It's not like I ever cared in the first place though. "Get dressed before Dr. Hoffman comes back."

I wiped myself off before sliding my panties and tights back on, wrapping my skirt around my waist and buttoning it, then putting my bra back on and finally my top. I'm not sure what happened, but as I looked in the mirror over the sink, I appeared more like a girl now than ever before.

The door opened, and in came Dr. Hoffman. He stared at me with an odd smile on his face.

"Well! How was it?" he asked.

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"Breath through your nose so you don't gag. Okay, just...just start licking. Lick it."

Locked in my position, I had no other choice but to comply. I was being forced to give a blowjob; how utterly humiliating. I began running my tongue up and down the underside of his penis, and along the sides as best as I could too. I could feel the throbbing of his dick all throughout the inside of my mouth. I couldn't really swallow my saliva, so it began to make his dick wetter and wetter, until I started drooling out the side. He was far enough in me that I occasionally gagged, and the nurse would take time to remind me how to suck him when I rattled the metal fixture with my sudden gagging and jerking.

"Easy! Breathe through your nose!" she said.

For about two minutes, I sat licking, and sucking, and smacking at his penis. I would occasionally run my lips up and down as much as they could to make sure I was sucking him right. All the while, he was huffing and puffing, as if he were exhausted from the task. I wondered whether or not he would cum in my mouth the whole time, and how awful it would be if this happened, how bad it would taste, how bad its consistency would be.

Fortunately, it never happened, and after five minutes, he slowly withdrew his fleshy appendage from my mouth. It felt vaguely relieving as he slid slowly out of my mouth. I saw my spit shining off the lone light in the closet, stringing from my mouth to the tip of his penis. He walked away from my face, to my other side. As bad as the first part was, I already knew what was in store now. My heart sank into my stomach as I felt his hands on the sides of my hips and a wetness beginning to permeate my anus. Gradually, he lined up his dick toward my hole, and began to force it in.

"Okay, now, take deep breaths," the nurse said. "This will hurt a bit." The young man said nary a word.

I closed my eyes as he slowly began to penetrate me. I never had anything up my ass before!! Unsuprisingly, the pain was almost unbearable. I tried my best not to whine, but soft whimpers began to make their way out as I tried so hard not to scream. Whenever I made a noise, he would pull his penis out and try to enter me again without hurting me the next time. I sat for about a minute, feeling pressure inside me and then pain in gradually lessening amounts. Finally, after a few attempts, he slid fully within me without the pain, and I was now being fucked.

After he finally made it in me, he began to slide in and out at an increasingly regular pace. Totally helpless, I could not move as he fucked my behind. Generally, it felt unpleasant, a very large pressure pushing and receding from my most sensitive area. The whole unpeasant feeling was tinged with few "good" feelings; on a few occasions, I would feel something like a miniature orgasm building at the base of my dick, probably after he would brush up against my prostate. Nevertheless, the entire scenario was generally...awkward. I would open my eyes and face the wall briefly before crunching them shut again, wishing my time in the closet would end soon. For almost five minutes, he continued to pump at me, in and out. All the while, my body would jerk slightly forward and my head would hit off the top of the fixture. After a little while, I began to feel his balls hitting the back of my ass with every pump...every little thing I felt just added to the humiliation of what I was enduring.

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The full text (of the first one?) is here: http://soft.rosinstrument.com/lib/In_Russian/Anne_Rice/The_Claiming_of_Sleeping_Beauty.txt

These next few sections are continuous.

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And as he drew near her now, he thought he must be merciful and make her punishment
quick. And seating himself on the side of the bed, he reached out for her, and pulling
her wrists into his left hand he brought her naked body down over his lap so that her
legs dangled over the floor helplessly.
"Very, very lovely," he said, his right hand moving languidly over her rounded
buttocks, forcing them ever so slightly apart.
Beauty was crying aloud, but muffling her cries into the bed, her hands held out in
front of her by his long left arm.
And now with his right hand he spanked her buttocks hard and heard her cries grow

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Aw, damn, the webpage does manual line-breaks.

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"My darling, I have awakened you from a century's sleep, and restored your father's
Kingdom. You're mine. And you won't find me such a hard master. Only a very thorough
master. When you think night and day and every moment only of pleasing me, things will
be very easy for you."
And as she struggled not to look away, he could see again the relief in her face, and
that she was in complete awe of him.
"Now," he said, pushing his left fingers between her legs, and drawing her close again
so that she let out a little gasp before she could stop herself, "I want more of you than
I've had before. Do you know what I mean, my Sleeping Beauty?"
She shook her head; for this moment she was in terror.
He lifted her up onto the bed and laid her down.

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The Prince thinks he saw Beauty eyeing another man.

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Beauty was now alone with the Prince, and the Prince was sitting quietly by the fire
looking at her. She was in a great state of agitation; she knew she was blushing as
always, and that her breasts were heaving slightly. She rushed forward quite suddenly
and pressed her lips to the Prince's boot, and it seemed to move as if it welcomed her
kiss, rising slightly as over and over again she kissed it.
She was moaning. O, if only he'd give her permission to speak, and when she thought of
her fascination with the punished Prince, she blushed all the more.
But her Prince had risen. He took her wrist and lifted her and drawing her hands
behind her back so that he held them firmly, he spanked both her breasts hard until she
cried out, feeling the heavy flesh sway and the sting of his hands on her nipples.
"Am I angry with you? Or am I not?" he asked softly.

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The wide heavy leather belt struck her with a loud, frightening sound, and the flesh of
her thighs, more tender perhaps than her buttocks, even sore as they were, seemed to
ignite under it. Her mouth was open, she could not keep herself quiet, and suddenly the
Prince ordered her to lift her knees and march in place.
"Quickly, quickly, yes, in rhythm!" he said angrily, and Beauty, astonished, struggled
to obey, marching fast, her breasts moving with the effort, her heart pounding.
"Higher, faster," the Prince commanded.
She marched as he commanded, her feet slapping the stone floor, her knees coming up
very high, her breasts a terrible aching weight as they swayed, and again came the belt
smacking her and stinging her.
The Prince seemed in a fury.
The blows came faster and faster, as fast as she was moving her legs, and very soon,
Beauty was writhing and struggling to get away from them. She was crying aloud unable to
stop herself but the worst of it, the worst of it, was his anger. If only this were for
his delight, if only he were pleased with her. She was crying and burying her face in

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I think that's all for now. Let me know if you guys like this idea, I can try to find more.