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695 No. 695 Stickied hide expand quickreply [Reply]
I might suggest a mod stickie this thread, or make one like it so we can start placing requests, and possibly rebuilding our /elit/ back to it's old standards.

I wanted to know if anyone remembers a story about a girl that gets inducted by a crack job scientist that implants a little blue tentacle into her, and then she somehow gets free, and goes home, but starts noticing things like enhanced stamina, and powerfull night vision (ability to see infrared spectrum). The original picture was alot the same as I have posted, and was a blue tentacle but with white suckers on it, if that helps. It was here on 99 before the crash, and I'm not sure if it was ever finished or what have you, but I am interested in finding that story again. Any help is much appreciated.
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>> No. 1495
>>1428

Oh my god thank you! I had given up hope of ever finding this again hahaha


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860 No. 860 Stickied hide expand quickreply [Reply]
Hello, fellow readers and/or writers of sexy stories. Welcome to /elit/, now under new management.
I'm lola, and I'll be your moderator here.
Feel free to come in, put your feet up, and jerk off to our fine selection of smut.

Maybe you're here to request something you've read before, or perhaps you've written a story of your own that you'd like to post. No matter what you are here for, I'd just like to lay down a few quick rules.

1. Please be courteous to the other people here. This means no derailing threads. Criticism, of course, is fine but it should be constructive. We don't want to scare off people who could potentially be amazing writers someday.

2. Don't do anything against site rules. (No CP, don't spam, and advertising is discouraged.) This should go without saying.

3. If you're posting a story that isn't yours, please explicitly state so in your post.

That's about all there is. I'd like you to keep in mind that if you do see something that violates #2, go ahead and report it so it can be taken care of as soon as possible.

I have a soft spot in particular for this board, and I'd like /elit/ to be a place that encourages as many users as possible to contribute.
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>> No. 1225
>>919

what does that mean


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1231 No. 1231 Stickied hide expand quickreply [Reply]
How about a few request threads?

First, let's clean this board up a bit. Any requests for thread deletion due to quality/inactivity?
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>> No. 1254
My only suggestion for removal would be remove the handful of threads on the back three pages which are links to stories and unfilled requests. The links can be posted in the request thread where they belong. The only story worth deletion is the one where the girl kills another girl with a barbie doll, or something like that. Not even elit man.


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1426 No. 1426 hide expand quickreply [Reply]
I found this by crawling the wayback machine. Back in 2011 I loved this board and have been searching again for some of my favourites. This is one I managed to find.
First Chapter then I'll post link.

"WAKE UP!"

'Wait... was it all just a dream?'

Seth groaned at the sound of his room mate's yelling. Mornings were not his favorite time of day.

"SETH! WAKE UP! If we are late again, Headmaster will have your ass!"

At this he immediately sat up. Even on the last day of school, he didn't dare piss off that sadistic, demonic being that lived under the guise of a woman.

It was indeed his last day, not that Seth seemed to notice. All the other students were in a hurry to say their final goodbyes, but not Seth. He couldn't get his mind off of the dream.

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>> No. 1439
>>1427

<3
>> No. 1489
Hey I saw a story on here years ago about a pale red headed girl skinny dipping with her cousin on her birthday and they ended up losing their cherries to each other - is there a way to find it? Sometime since 2010 I'd say
>> No. 1496
The best erotic story I've ever read, bar none. If KOI ever returned and wrote a book, I'd buy it first day, no hesitation.
>> No. 1498
sauce's story http://www.smplace.com/forum/forums/stories.17/
>> No. 1500
what is the source on that pic


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I've finally managed to accomplish one of my goals: becoming a published author through amazon and selling a book! I realize it's not much of an achievement but it still makes me really happy for myself, I have always had low self esteem from childhood trauma.

Anyway, I'm always looking for more people to roleplay with since my books are all erotic so far, are there any girls left here? A trap is fine too.

Secondly, does anyone have any success stories, good publishers they know, etc?
My publisher isn't very good, but I was happy just to know one person bought my book even though they butchered the cover.

Are there any other amazon authors out there?
I could post some of the stuff I've written as well, I've got a lot and I like writing new scenes to keep me sharp. Just no cp or scat. I can also do custom requests, if anyone here is into that type of thing.
>> No. 1230
Your words will always be welcome here.

I'd like to see this board become active as it used to be, so I'd be especially happy to see you post some of the things you've written.

As for the publishing questions, you may also want to post on /wri/.
>> No. 1474
I've tried erotic roleplayed plenty of times and written a few stories here and there. A lot of poetry. I'm not interested in being a published author any time but if anyone wants to roleplay you can give a throwaway email or something and I'll catch back up with you sooner or later


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1445 No. 1445 hide expand quickreply [Reply]
a while back i tried writing some smut and i forgot about it but here you go

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His name is Mark, and he has no idea why he's at this bar.

It started a week ago. Not his visit, that is, but his reason for coming. Being juniors in college, his friends were all rejoicing in their newfound ability to legally drink– despite the fact that he, still being twenty, could not. As the first semester's finals ended yesterday, the gang had all decided that celebration via public intoxication was the way to go.

He didn't often go out, though he felt guilty about it. Socializing with strangers was just hard for him. It was why this group, whom he'd met at his summer orientation before freshman year, was the only group of friends he had. But he'd blown them off on outings all semester, so it seemed like the end of finals was a good enough reason to break the trend.

But then, an hour ago, Eric texted him to cancel. Ten minutes later, Ashley bailed too. Dave announced via their facebook thread that he was sick when Mark got into the line before the bouncer, and his partner Evelyn followed suit as he walked through the door. He held out hope that Cynthia might show for ten minutes, but as he leaned awkwardly against a wall in a vain attempt to seem nonchalant, her inevitable apology rang from his phone.

So here he was, in a bar he'd never gone to before, with no one he'd ever spoken to or made eye contact with, and he couldn't even get drunk. And he'd blown ten bucks on the cover charge, too. Tonight was going to be the best night of his life, clearly.

With a sigh, he pulled out his phone again and opened his ebook reader. At least the music here would suit the new sci-fi novel he'd downloaded.
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It would be convenient to say the week passed in a flash. It didn't. It dragged on and on, like a bad simile, or a shitty anecdote told in maudlin manner by an aged and potentially senile grandfather hell-bent on wasting as much of his grandchildren's time as he could so that they'd accomplish nothing more than he did before kicking the bucket into the endless void that wa–
"Hey, Mark! I thought for sure you'd bail on me."

Alyssa had wandered into the room, jolting him from his spiraling reverie. He waved as she approached.

"I see we're still doing the cool kid act and leaning against a wall like a badass, then. Where's your book?"
He shrugged. "I finished it when I woke up last Saturday. I don't have anything new yet."
She grimaced. "I know the feeling. In math, we don't get new books but every decade."
He rolled his eyes as she laughed at her own joke.
"So, will I be buying the drinks again tonight?"
He smiled brightly at this. "Only until midnight."
She looked sideways at him. "Aw, are you gonna ditch me early?"
He shook his head and pulled out his wallet. "No, no. I mean that—" pulling his ID out with a flourish "–I'll be turning 21 at midnight, so I can buy my own."
She pulled back, then smiled back. "You really are an idiot! If you think a cutie like you has to buy their own drinks on their birthday, you've got another thing coming."

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>> No. 1448
An awkward silence followed.
"I can't believe I showed a guy my tits on his birthday and all he noticed was that they didn't have hair," she muttered.
He didn't know what to say about that, so he tried to surreptitiously fix his boner before she noticed.
"OH. Well, okay, I feel better now."
Shiiiit. She noticed.
"Quietnooneaskedyou," he mumbled in embarrassment. "This never happens, I swear."
She leaned over, her face full of imminent teasing. "You got a bo~ner," she singsonged. "Score one for the Lyssmaster."
"I. It's the alcohol talking. My instincts got drunk and forgot what I'm into."
"Sure, sure. It's okay to be a closet hetero, Mark. I won't judge."
He flushed bright red, and then had to swat her hand as it started to slide up his leg.
"Hey, none of that. You said you were gonna get me laid with a hot gay guy tonight."
She drew back, still smiling. "Oh, did I? That's awfully specific wording. I'm not sure I said that."
"Wellll, it's my birthday and that's what I want for my present. So you should make it happen."
Alyssa shrugged. "Alright. Go get me some more whiskey."
He went.
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>> No. 1449
They munched away at their rolls while on-screen Mr. Ford got himself into and out of perilous situations, and by the time the movie ended Mark felt more sober.
Not that it was a good thing, though. As they finished eating, Alyssa had taken it upon herself to lay her head in his lap, giving him an amazing view of her breasts down her shirt. He tried not to look, but the way they jiggled when she laughed— and she laughed often— was painfully distracting. Eventually, it became painful in a different way, as his cock grew hard and tight in his jeans with nowhere to go.
"Hey, uh, where's your bathroom?"
From his lap, she chuckled. "What, gotta fix your dick? I can feel that. I guess you have a thing for Indiana Jones?"
He gulped nervously. "Uh, yeah. Sorry, I didn't think-"
She twisted, leaning now on her elbows and looking up at him.
"Here, lemme just give you a hand," she started, reaching over and starting to unzip his jeans.
"Whoa, hey! Hands off the goods, man!"
She held up her hands, grinning. "What's the big deal? It's not the first dick I've ever seen, Mark. And besides. It's your birthday. You should never wake up wearing clothes when it's your birthday."
"But I don't swing that way," he protested weakly. Was she seriously trying to get him out of his pants?
"You don't have to swing any way! I was just saying that you should get comfortable. I'm not gonna get weird about you taking off your jeans to be comfy."
"I... I guess. Okay. Maybe it's the booze but that sounds okay I guess."
"Good. That'll make it easier to suck your dick."
He flushed bright red.
"You're so easy to pick on. Come on, just take them off. You can hide under a blanket if you want to protect your chastity."
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"Thought you needed a blindfold, Mark?"
He blushed and slammed his eyes back shut, partly from embarassment and partly because she wrapped her fingers back around his shaft. She stroked the length of him slowly, her lips following her fingers almost exactly. A wave of pleasure washed through him as her grip tightened and movements quickened briefly, before she pulled back off. This damn tease!
He opened his eyes again to find that she wasn't stopping, but was pulling insistently at the blanket and his boxers.
"C'mon, get these out of the way. How am I supposed to give you a proper birthday blowjob with clothes in the way?"
He arched a little, hooking his thumbs into his waistband and pulling them down over his thighs. She grabbed them from there, leaning to yank them down past his knees to fall to his ankles, and then seized his cock again. Her thumb massaged the underside of his head, eliciting another gasp from him.
"Gosh, you're so noisy."
"I'm sorry, I'll shut-"
"No, I'm not complaining. It's, uh, it's turning me on."
She leaned back in to take his head between her lips, and he moaned automatically as her tongue started to flick across it again.
Unconsciously, his hips flexed up, and he felt her smile aimed at him when she pulled back, still stroking him. "Ah, someone likes that."
"Please don't stop."
She giggled even as she slid his cock back into her mouth, making him arch again. She clenched her fingers a little tighter and pushed down onto him, taking the stroke down to the base of his cock again and then pulling it as she came back up. She did this again twice, and on the third he arched unconsciously into it. She nodded sharply, doing it again and again, until he caught on that she wanted him to thrust up into her mouth.
He obliged, pushing his cock into her mouth again and again almost in a trance from how good it felt.
Her free hand broke him from his reverie, grabbing his and directing it to her ponytail. He quickly realized that she wanted him to actually fuck her mouth.
"I don't want to choke you," he moaned.
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She sauntered over to the bed, his eyes darting between her breasts and her harness bulging at him.
"You look like you might have a second round in you after all," she purred, putting a knee on the bed and leaning over him.
"If you, uh, are the one doing most of the work then I could probably do it, yeah."
She grinned, taking him softly by the hip and pushing him to roll on his stomach. "Are you nervous?"
"A little. Okay, a lot. I've only bottomed for real a couple times before."
"It's not that different, sweetie. But you don't have to do it if you don't want to. We can go to bed if you'd like."
He hesitated, then shook his head. "No, let's do it. If I psyche myself out now I'm never going to have the balls to do it again."
She leaned down and hugged him, and he arched unconsciously against her. Her strap-on pressed between his cheeks, its warmth startling him.
"Holy shit, that thing's burning up! Is that normal?"
"Yeah, it's uh, reactive to body heat. It's made to be conductive so it feels real. Internet's something else, right?"
He considered this and shrugged. "Yeah, that's nuts. The things they think of these da– hey!"
The world went suddenly dark as she swept the blindfold over his eyes and quickly tied it. Before he could protest further, she gripped his wrists and swung them up to the headboard, where he quickly realized there were fabric strips tied to presumably lash his wrists.
"I wasn't kidding about the dom thing before, Mark. Do you want to give it a try?"
"I, uh, not this time I think. I mean, I guess it sounds hot but the blindfold is already kind of pushing it."
She chuckled, the motion rocking her against his rear and making him shudder a bit. "That's fair. I just ask that you stay on your stomach and keep your hands up there, then. I don't want you getting my bed any messier with lube than it has to be."
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957 No. 957 hide expand quickreply [Reply]
A few years ago I remember reading a story here about a girl that for some reason had woken up with a large penis. She then spent most or pretty much all of her time masturbating to herself in the mirror / in the bathroom. Eventually her sister saw her and eventually got her to fuck her instead.

Anyone know what it's called or what happened to it? Greatly appreciated!

(pic unrelated)
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>> No. 975
“Okay,” Lila relaxed, although still tense.

“Well, you saw me do it – I mean, that night when you saw me, saw me masturbate…” Amy goofily stumbled through. “Well… you know, just do – just do that.”

“Okay,” Lila breathed, nervous, concentrating on the enormous missile of meat pointing up at the ceiling, throbbing gently in front of her, propped up in her little hands.

Helpless, Amy just lay there, her heart in Lila’s hands, almost literally. The candles had turned the bedroom into dark shadows and shades of glowing amber. Lila looked so beautiful in this light that it was nearly unbearable. Amy watched her, staring in intense concentration, trying to stroke her heavy monster-cock, trying so hard to do a good job for her. She really was such a little angel.

Amy gazed at her, drunk with love and adoration; and somehow this made her cock slowly swell, hardening even more.

Lila gasped with shock, eyes widening as Amy’s penis started growing even bigger. She was only half-erect this whole time.

Together the sisters silently watched Amy’s cock grow with each throb until it was absolutely rigid and amazingly hard.

“Wow,” Lila whispered.
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>> No. 976
that's all of it I can find. If that's not the right one then... shit.
>> No. 1029
came so very hard





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http://pastebin.com/MWUw9S23
>> No. 1437
>>1127
Fukkin saved. You have no idea how long I've been looking for this story.


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On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Hermione was chatting with a few friends, sat in her room, enjoying her celebration. One of the girls, named Susan, offered her a piece of cake that she casually tossed in her mouth and chewed down. As she swallowed, she noticed smirks begin to spread across Susan and the other girl's faces.
"Now we start to really enjoy your birthday" Susan said to the other girl's amusement.
It suddenly dawned on Hermione what had happened, "The cake..."
"Laced with enchantments. We wanted to be sure you'd have a great night, but... well, we figured you were a little stuffy to do it willingly. It took us a long time to get that cake made you know. Lots of powerful spells just waiting to be triggered, you've probably noticed the first already."
Hermione had noticed it. She was trying to leave, to find some way of dispelling whatever was on that cake, but her body wasn't responding. She was being controlled utterly by Susan and her friends.
"Please, don't do this. I'm your friend!"
"Don't worry Hermy, you're going to enjoy yourself. Whether you want to or not. Now, let's begin, shall we?"
At a flick of Susan's wrist, Hermione noticed strange feelings began to flow through her body. What do they have planned? Her answer came fast as she noticed her shirt beginning to shrink... or... her bust expanding! "Ohmigod!" Hermione gasped as she realised the truth, her breasts were growing larger with every second. Susan and the other girls began to giggle and whisper to themselves as Hermione's face turned a bright red and the fabric of her shirt was stretched wide and tight across her rapidly expanding chest. "A free boob-job Hermy! You should be pleased. Perhaps it's not enough for you?" "NO! No more... please Susan stop it now, I don't want this" Hermione pleaded.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears, as Susan stared intently at Hermione's growing bosom. The expansion continued, with a new effect; Hermione's nipples were growing larger and becoming erect. Two, swollen points the size of strawberries were pressed tightly against her shirt, Hermione gazed down at them with a distraught look on her face. She let out a deep groan of discomfort tinged, to her regret, with a small amount of pleasure as the pressure stimulated her sensitive nipples. The tightness she was unable to rectify was no longer to be an issue as, in quick succession, the buttons on her shit popped off and flew across the room. Her shirt burst open, revealing not only her vast, unrestrained cleavage - breasts the size of footballs standing firm and obscenely pert and nipples as hard as bullets - but also the fact that Hermione wasn't wearing a bra.
Susan and the other girls gazed joyously, many giggling, even a few clapping slightly at their impressive work. Hermione, still unable to control her basic motor functions, was stood with her arms back and her chest thrust proudly forward, eyes peering down at her own glorious breasts. Her cheeks were flushed red with the embarrassment at being made a spectacle in front of twenty or so of her peers, she felt humiliated and yet strangely attracted to her new oversized bust.
Susan clapped her hands in delight and skipped closer to examine Hermione's body. Gingery, she reached out and prodded the mounds of flesh, before grinning widely and giving them a firm squeeze. Her hand wandered and gave Hermione's right nipple a slight tweak, eliciting a surprised squeak from the girl.
"You've had your fun Susan, can we please stop this now?"
"What?! But my dear Hermy, we've only just begun!"
Before Hermione could protest more, Susan backed up and gestured in the air. Hermione's mouth gaped open and her face was twisted in shock as yet more impossible feelings wracked her body. This time, Hermione was genuinely afraid, as she felt discomfort in her belly and, more worryingly, her delicate genitals. With fear rushing through her, Hermione was unable to articulate at all, and merely stared blindly ahead, mouth open and gasping silently in shock. As sudden as it had started, it was over, and Hermione felt the magic end, something was peculiar, though in her stunned state she couldn't quite understand what.
"Haven't worked it out yet Hermy? There's a clue in the question!" Susan giggled at her own cleverness. "Never mind, I'll just show you."
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>> No. 922
I saved the whole story in an old computer, I still have the HDD's where it should be saved, but I've no way of connecting them to my laptop >_<. Rest assured when I do rescue it, I'll post it 'round here and 7chan, sadly I don't know when that'll be.
>> No. 928
Story is posted here
http://www.harrypotterfanfiction.com/viewstory.php?psid=198762
>> No. 929
Methinks that's the wrong file...
>> No. 988
Yeah, it's a different story... How come this hasn't been found again in almost 3 years?
>> No. 989
http://web.archive.org/web/20100730035306/http://www.99chan.in/elit/res/4277.html

There, I found it. I believe this is the most complete version of this story, if anyone's still lurking for it. I'll save it for posterity.


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okay, i'll try this again.

Dexterous. a word most people would use to describe Olivia, even if they had only very briefly met her.
A deserved description, as her hands never really stopped being in motion.
Her fingers: agile, yet delicate. With them, no task was beyond her grasp.
When she was younger, they guided her to becoming quite deft at musical instruments such as the piano, guitar, and violin.
As she aged, she discontinued her pursuit of musical talents;Her interest didn't necessarily wane as much as shift towards other things.
She was eleven when it occurred, though nobody, not even her, could tell you why.

"I don't know why. It just happened." She'd tell you with a smile that was often known to cause acute amnesia. Mesmerizing, others might describe it as.
The fact of the matter was, talents aside, Olivia was beautiful. Plump, pink lips that were often as expressive as she was.
Large, curious eyes that might come off as looking tired, or perhaps even mischievous, if she wasn't working on something.
In addition, as if those alone weren't enough, she had high cheekbones that further accentuated her smile, and a proud, feminine brow:
the apex of which grew golden brown tresses. Indeed, her hair was long, but on any given day it was balled on top of her head in a messy bun.
The attire she opted to wear on a day to day basis was just as relaxed. T-shirts and jeans, maybe shorts with a longer top when the weather permitted.
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>> No. 844
i'm debating on whether or not i should even continue this.

what do you guys think?
>> No. 845
>>844
If you don't write some more on this, deffo write something for us to see.
>> No. 903
Can I just jump in here and say I really hope you continue this? I know it's been a couple months, but I just found it, and I have to say this one one of the best stories I've read in a while.
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I never could have expected this.

Not last week, not last year, not five years ago, certainly not when she was born.

There's not a single part of me that wants to admit how I felt seeing my own daughter like that.

Yet I can't deny it. Is it narcissism? The nature of the situation? Am I just a terrible person...?

I can say that it certainly wasn't on purpose. I didn't want to, not at all, merely attempting to play the part of a caring mother. No, not playing the part, I was a caring mother. Am a caring mother.

Usually Olivia comes through the front door with a hello, to see if I'm here. Sometimes we chat, I ask her what she did at school, or what she wants for dinner. Typical parent-child conversation. Child, she's a child. I'm the parent.

I made pineapple cupcakes that day. Work was really slow that day, but I ended up getting out earlier than I expected to. So, I went to the grocery store on my way home, made cupcakes after everything else was put away.

Olivia came home while I icing them, just after letting them cool down long enough. Coconut frosting.
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I couldn't sleep a wink that night, so I got up early, made breakfast, planned out my clothes, and put make up on.
It was weird, because I still felt well rested in the morning; strangely energized.

So, I was productive, and I chatted with my mom for a bit before I left. Even if it was awkward, it wasn't like I was just not about to tell her about how I was going somewhere after school.
At school I was completely drained, sleep deprivation doesn't treat me kindly.
The day went by slowly, the only relief I got during the day was when I could focus on my art. It's very calming for me to have my hands occupied, and creating something feels therapeutic.
It may have also helped that I didn't have to focus so intently on the miniature, almost nude version of Jessica. In fact, that day I made a statue of a marmoset.
Even though I was very tired, it helped to think about how marmoset there'd be days like this.

I suppose you could say I was still anxious, but that didn't stop me from falling asleep in my last class of the day. During that sweet, sweet 60 minutes, I dreamt that all of my little statuettes were coming to life, frolicking together. But then it focused on Jessica's mini. It was exactly how she last saw it, Jessica lying down on her side, posing with a coy smile for the camera in just a set of black panties and matching lacy bra. The figurine winked before slowly standing up, and lowering her bra straps. She winked, as she unhooked her bra from the back and slid it off her arms. Her breasts were pure white, like they were never painted. Her hands started a decent from her shoulders down to her hips, where she hooked her thumbs into her panties on either side, and started to lower them.

And then I woke up and she was shaking me. Actual size, fully clothed Jessica.
My first instinct was to hide my erection, today was probably the worst day to wear a dress. I didn't look down but I could feel it, straining in my panties and slightly tenting the navy fabric of my dress.
In an act of sheer genius, I grabbed my backpack off the floor and set it in my lap.

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autor: Captain Thrill
pic: NIP (Nobody in Particular)

tags: futa on male, male on futa, male on female
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“Knock it off already.” Cassie had the remote control firmly entrenched in her hand and was doing her best to keep it out of reach. The TV was stuck on basketball, which sucked. I knew that there had to be some combination of leverage and brute force that would cause my sister’s fingers to open and let me gain command of the remote. Getting up and walking to the TV was simply out of the question.

“Knock what off?,” I replied, making another grab. Cassie just rolled her eyes and pushed me away. Time for a desperation move. I stuck my thumb in my mouth just long enough to let it collect a good amount of spit, then, distracting her with another lunge for the remote, I slid my thumb past her defenses and rubbed it over her left ear.

“Ewww! Fucking gross!” Her grip loosened just enough for me to pry the device from her hand. My victory was sweet, but it was also short.

“Okay, Knob. You asked for it.” She grabbed me by the wrist and deftly twisted it behind my back, using her three-year age lead and height advantage to throw me down on the couch. She pinned me on my stomach and quickly moved into a sitting position on my shoulders, resting her full weight down on me to keep me from escaping. It was pretty much over. I knew what was coming next, and with one final effort I raised my free hand and succeeded in changing the channel before she could wrestle the remote away. Yes! No matter what happened now, she could never take that away from me.

I closed my eyes as I heard her unzip her pants. My embarrassment was unreal as she began whacking me on the back of the head with a blunt, meaty object.
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>> No. 99
bump..this is amazing

please continue
>> No. 119
I really like this story but... does she have a pussy or not? I'd really like that cleared up by the author.
>> No. 120
>>119

God damn it! Turns out that this story is just copy pasta. There's no real ending. Plus, part of the story is missing from here. I had my hopes up too,
>> No. 132
Lovely and romantic and hot. :)
>> No. 1281
>>40
>They decided to operate and make her into a boy

Story ruined.


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To my surprise, when I asked for input on which of my two Sci-Fi serials to release first, those of you who voted didn't vote for the gender-change story, but rather for the superhero one. That works for me, though, it's probably the one I'm having the most fun with.

If you read Rent-A-Daughter, you might suspect that I've been a comic fan for most of my life. Of course, if I got the chance to write one I'd screw it up by including a happy incestous teen couple or a hero who happens to be a non-violent pedophile, and I'd be blackballed, but luckily that's not a concern here. If I had any art skill at all, I might be drawing erotic comics instead of writing erotic literature, but I don't. So this is a prose version of what I'd produce if I was creating a superhero series.

Relatively Powered (mf, inc, cons, superhero)

"The First Issue" (no additional story codes)

When superheroes start their journey, they face a number of issues. Do we have what it takes? How are we going to protect our identities so our loved ones don't get hurt? Will we look silly in a tight costume? Those are only a few. But for the majority of us, who are Powered, that is itself often the very first issue. Before you can decide to be heroes, you have to know what you can do, and how your powers are going to affect your life and your career, and that starts the day you learn you have them.

My sister Tabitha and I learned about our powers together, and although we'll never be able to tell our origin story publicly, it was a dramatic one. There's nothing unusual about that, of course... a lot of superheroes, and villains, have traumatic first manifestations. I don't think anybody's got one quite like ours, though...

The moment we first had an inkling we were among the Powered, my sister and I were naked, our genitals joined, and we were plummeting towards a construction site far below. I was still saying “What the fuck,” the phrase I’d started when I suddenly felt the cool air of Crash City on my ass and the bright light of a spring day, before the stomach lurch as gravity took hold and we started to tumble end over end.

Tabby, she just screamed and held on to me tighter, her legs wrapped around me for support, incidentally causing my cock to sink deeper into her pussy. I embraced her as well, but despite my continued rock-hardness, there was no passion in it any more, it was just that instinct to hold on tight to someone you love when you know you're going to die.
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>> No. 465
This is no joke some of the best stuff I've ever read, elit or otherwise. Do you read Astro City? This really reminds me of it, but sexier. Looking forward to more!
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>>375
>>465

Thanks! I'm no longer posting my stories here, but #3 is now up at http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/RelativelyPowered003.html

Picture unrelated, except that it's a little related, thematically.
>> No. 585
Hey anonyMPC. Glad to see you clacking away here at 99 again! I have always loved your work, and this is awesome! I still think that you should try publishing something. If that "50 shades" shit can be marketed, then why not this? Other than the obvious fact that most guy's don't read books anymore... What I'm trying to say is, most of all, you are an awesome writer, and I hope that you continue to write this story!
>> No. 591
>>585

Thanks, though I don't have any plans to try and enter the publishing field. Do anything with underage characters, and try to publish it somewhere other than the dark corners of the Internet to make money off it, and there's way too much risk of large numbers of people freaking out and creating a shitstorm and making a determined effort to track you down and ruin your life.

Glad you enjoy it though. The next part is up at http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/RelativelyPowered004.html and #5 should be ready in a week or two. It was originally one big part that I decided to split in two, but I still need to do some rewriting and finishing on the second part.
>> No. 1218
After a long gap, the newest installment, #9 is done, at http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/RelativelyPowered009.html

But I guess I haven't been posting announcements here, so if you read it from this thread you might want to start at www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/RelativelyPowered005.html, or just go to my ASSTR site directly, www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/


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Title: The Lights: A Tale of the Sex and Lust
Chapter 1: Love in the Club
Author: Ai Lust
Warnings: Futanari (Transgender)/Female, Public, D/s

The lights are low and strobing. The music is loud and the bass is low. It’s safe to say I in over my head and well on my way into having a migraine. I should’ve never promised Pom and Adia to come tonight. I’m just not in the mood to party. Work has been kicking my ass thoroughly, lately and I just want to sleep.

The girls at this point were kneed deep in Gorilla Milk and humping the nearest conquest they could find. Pom’s to my left, tongue stuck down some guys throat. He’s got his hands all over her. One minute on her ass, the next rubbing her tits. It’s safe to say she was getting it in tonight. Adia is on the dance floor in the midst of what looked like a group of guys but there were what seem to be a mix of fun, in the crowd. Then there me, the crabapple of the group. I just wasn’t feeling like doing anything, but I stayed for the girls.

After what might have been my third drink, I just stopped. My head was throbbing, now. I watched the sea of bodies move in lustful content but then I noticed someone staring dead at me. I couldn’t make out who it was at first but then I saw a flash of light hair and piercing eyes move through the crowd, then they were gone. It might have been just me and my stupid head, it’s hard to tell at this point.

“ Hey!”

“Mmm?”

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>> No. 460
I am greatly looking forward to this moar-to-cum!
>> No. 470
>>460

Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it! I went back over this and realized I had some gruesome errors, in there! My typing truly SUCKS! But I should have another piece up, soon!
>> No. 472
Excellent. I'm really looking forward to reading more.
>> No. 934
Yeah, it's been quite awhile since posting this. I assure you I'm very much alive and looking to get back into the game! Yeah, just so you know... this bitch ain't dead yet! LOL Might be close, tho! XD
>> No. 1030
>>447
Can't wait for more :3




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Graham is in hell.

A very special version of hell.

For you see: He helped the devil, but he did not sell him his soul, in life.
He pledged to be good. He loved that. Helping people, and doing things for nature and the health of the galaxy. Whatever.

Graham was a 17 year old boy when he decided he wanted to be a doctor; a therapist with a Ph.D or Psy.D. He loved helping people almost as much as helping him self. Which is basically what made sense to him then; material pleasure, success, helping others, transcendence.

But he did not follow the rules; he enjoyed nearly all of these things. Success was one thing but really, our friend did not care to override others, or beat people, compete in games and succeed, outstanding your last success each and every time. This just... didn't make sense to him when it all happened.

Brazil. 1993. He is born, and the world welcomes him, gives him intelligence, wit, emotional profoundity, and of course, undoubtedly the mantle piece of this story: his very special testicles.

He liked porn. He liked his mom. But he liked porn, a lot.

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-SEX ROBOT-

It's, what? Sunday? Hahaha.

Our hero is now wanting to grasp his key-tar hidden over behind the stack of doujinshi from the 20th century, along with etchi school girl mags, his keytar is a candy-lavender sheen with golden keys where the black should be. The main keys are white... he grabs it and lies down on the water-bed, flipping the switch on the keytar making it spin. The little, brown, tobacco-stained lever wasn't there before he decided it should be... Graham... is in hell.

A very special version of hell. And this time, he's ready for something nasty. The large, cast-iron door is a weird pink; pastel with polka-dots. He can decide on any color in the room, any decor, but he has to grab it out of an un-locked chest from within an alcove, which he removes from it and opens, to find anything he would like to decorate the room with. After playing out "Toot Suite," on the kawaii-sugoi instrument of the early 1980's, he decides to get something to "decorate" his experience; his abode, with. Turning on the fatty ps2 under his bed with the dip-switch ingrained behind his left ear Graham decides to play some Grand Theft Auto 3, illuminated in a holograph, illustrated in matrix-green on the bathroom mirror. In there it's a bit lighter pink than in the main room. The dirty, almost weirdly hellish programming inherent in the graphics of the old game priques Graham's young penis, entering a jive of blood and electricity in the end of his meatus.

"I know a place on the edge of the red light district where we can lay low. But my hands are all messed up so you better drive, brother."

8-ball is the somewhat oddly-set majordomo of the 'mute protagonist of the 6th generation title, Claude. He's requiring Claude to drive since his hands have been bounds due to a reason not alluded to or spoken of in the game. It's kind of an odd title that Graham hasn't played since he was in like 5th grade. Claude hops in and head radio blips on. The trunk opens up by itself, and from the corner of his eye Graham notices a figure from Ghost in The Shell walking over to him--it is an out-dated sex droid from the movie "Innocence." Sitting down on the spinning pink round bed, it lies about 4 or 5 inches from graham, the jade holograph of cartoonic scenes of early-2000's death and mischief now the center of Graham's vision as his back waddles in the wake of her disruption of the gel-substance composing the entirety of the bed's internals. His hands release from the shape of holding a video game controller, and lie down on the bed, the visuals disappearing as he does.

"Eh hee ey hee ey, eh hee ey hee ey," " sings "Stripe Summers" of head radio in the room as the child-like fuck-husk cocks her head. Graham's eyes lock with her green eyes as he looks over at her, a perfectly neotenic presentation of sex from The Lord of the Flies, himself.

A genuine smile creeps to his face as he visualizes his guardian angel from Earth filling his heads of his memoirs and short stories from his time as the Anti-Christ.
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1. Jennifer I - (m/f, f-to-futa, dick growth)

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Tonight as well, the sensation of his cock inside my pussy was uncomfortably tight.

It was odd, because his organ was still the same size it had always been -- 5 inches long, not very wide. Probably, it was a side-effect of the swelling that I'd been feeling recently; an effect of this strange affliction that had so rapidly worn away at my enjoyment of sex. Even now, with him grinding his cock against the rough location of my G-spot, I felt nothing within me beside the unpleasant pressure of skin against skin in mineral lubricant.

"I'm- I'm gonna cum," he said.

I faked a desperate moaning as he accelerated, pounding his way toward orgasm. Then, with a groan, he ejaculated, filling my womb with the tepid warmth of his semen. Half-collapsing and breathing heavily, he pushed himself off of my body and flopped on to his back, smiling at me like a puppy -- always as eager to please as he'd been since our marriage, years ago.

"How was that?" he asked.

Repulsive, I wanted to say -- but I didn't want to hurt him. Instead, I smiled.
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2. Jennifer II - (futa/solo, masturbation, pissing)

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In the mornings, after I kissed my husband and waved goodbye -- smiling as he drove out of sight with the kids -- the house became a domain where I alone was Queen. Spitting the trace amounts of saliva that had passed between our lips to the lawn, I wiped my mouth with a sleeve and entered through the front door, chaining it shut and arming the security.

Like Doctor Killian said, internal erections were extremely uncomfortable. Though the organ wouldn't release itself from the confines of my abdomen without conscious intent, it took nearly all of my willpower to fight the combination of the pressure and the needy insistence of my arousal.

"I'm sorry, Jonathan," I said, "but this is for you as well."

With my back against the door, I squatted down and spread my legs as if taking a shit -- squeezing my eyes shut and groaning as I pushed. There was a now-familiar plopping noise as my cock and balls burst from my cunt, tenting in my skirt and wetting the fabric.

Dripping glops of precum and pussy fluid to the wooden floor with every step, I kicked off my shoes in the foyer and unbuttoned my skirt -- filling the hallway with the pungent scent of my manhood.

My husband hadn't noticed the shape of my erect nipples beneath my blouse, but in truth, I'd been frequently going full-commando for several weeks. In the beginning, I'd only stopped wearing panties because I didn't want to soil them -- but the risk of exposure was in itself somehow a turn-on, and I ended up losing the bra several days in.
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In the year 1337, the Hundred Years' War began. This was a terrible war which lasted for damned near a hundred years. It may seem appropriate to some people to apply the most exact science known to Europe at the time, Numerology, to analyze the situation. Firstly, 1337 is one of the most well-known numbers of our times and modern ways which is not a power of 2. It does stand to reason, if one is completely insane, to notice that 1337 is leetspeak for "leet", a highly compressed version of the word "elite". It naturally follows that this war was started between enraged Frenchmen, battling for the Crown of what would soon be a desolate wasteland for quite some time.
Another worthy hypothesis is that the leaders of France found British humor to be overly redundant, and entirely too self-referential. France as a whole was very angry about this, and at that time, their crappy military was shiny and formidable. They had been drinking too much unpasteurized milk, according to Wikipedia, which some revisionist historians have postulated was a polite way of saying they were all very inbred and stupid. Though perhaps regettable, this was all in good fun until someone lost an eye, or was just born that way.
Joan of Arc arrived late on the scene, in the 1420's, but left more than the typically half-assed, embarrassingly French skid-marks. She must have been related to Noah of Arc, because Joan, too, was plagued by divine inspiration, which led shortly to her tragic demise, among other terrible things. Whereas Noah was told something more like, "Let there be Light, and Rainbows are a Feature, not a Bug," Joan's visions were even more milk-induced. She was told to go lead the French to victory, among other terrible things.
A stoned Dutchman, who was trying to stay out of the way, was overheard saying, "if the sky falls, we'll all be wearing blue hats." He was executed on the spot for heresy and/or schizophrenia. This happened despite the fact that he was trying to convey something or other, which may have been of great import, as is Heineken. Things kept going downhill from there, resulting eventually in something which did not resemble the American rock band Blondie.
Blondie, however, was not in any way responsible for what happened to Joan of Arc, and has made some wonderful music. If Blondie perhaps pales in comparison to basically anything from the Netherlands, then, well... you can't make chocolate out of it, as they say! The end is near.
It's not appropriate to hate the Dutch, Blondie, other American rock bands, or even (in this case), the French. The people who ultimately burned Joan of Arc at the stake were Englishmen. She cried, "aide-moi, aide-moi, je suis enflammbe!" No one did. She was just that unpopular right then, in that crowd. She wasn't even old enough to drink Heineken, except perhaps in Canada. Several black kittens were also burned at the same stake for good measure. It took a long time for the world to remember Joan of Arc as well as we do now, except perhaps in the Netherlands. They don't remember what they had for breakfast, though.
>> No. 721
this is not appropriate for children at all
>> No. 722
shit, it's the dix ain't it?
>> No. 931
nice dix


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The Colonel was a good guy. He always knew it, but he'd forgotten to remember
this a time or two. When he joined the Army he'd been presented with a
choice. Go to prison, or join the Army. He decided to always be a good guy
after that. After all, the good guys always won, and all games, even the ones
people never realized were games, were meant to be won. He was a smart man,
but even smart people make mistakes.

He straightened his cute little Army hat and smoothed the skirt of his dress
uniform. It always seemed gay to him, but women loved him. Women always
loved him, and he always loved women. Give and take. Give to take... Give
to take women. The service was rough sometimes, but it beat being shot at and
loathed. To be shot at and loved was always better. Everyone loved him;
sometimes it was confusing to be such a hero in everyone's eyes. The world
was always like this, in one way or another. He considered the eradication of
wrongness a toast to quitting drinking. He had to sober up for this anyway.
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You write so gud


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Jesus Christ, this board seems to be like the locus of inactivity. Well, fear not, after reading lots of erotic fiction here and elsewhere, I decided to try my hand at writing some myself. This is my first time writing, so it probably won't be perfect, but bear with me.

Tags with be put up for each chapter, but the overall theme is Futa/Fempreg.

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Tags: (Dick growth, Futa, Solo, Forced, Fempreg)

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Fuuko wasn’t certain why she suddenly felt a chill go up her spine as she stepped away from the old woman who had just been fired from the coffee shop by her boss yesterday, but something definitely was… off. The woman had been fired by Fuuko’s boss for being late for the 4th day in a row, and even after having only worked there for 2 weeks so far, it was abundantly clear that she was never going to work out. Her name was Felicia, and she had applied for the job because her social security wasn’t paying her enough, so she needed a source of income to supplement it. She had a weird habit of reading people’s palms at random times of day during slow periods and giving fortunes, and while Fuuko thought she was a really nice woman (and so did many customers) she weirded out Fuuko’s boss too much, and couldn’t do her job properly. It all started the day after the woman had been fired, and had come back to say goodbye.

“Fuuko, are you there?” came Felicia’s voice while Fuuko was checking stock. She came out and saw the old woman, and her face lit up. Felicia was fairly frumpy individual, and her age clearly showed in her mid-seventies, but even with her appearance and weird habits she gave off a warm feeling of motherly affection mixed with a little feistiness and spryness stemming from her life experiences. For someone like Fuuko, who whose upbringing in Japan had always been raised to respect her elders, she held her in high regard and they had formed a fast friendship. It’s a shame she lacked proficiency to do her work, although the fact that Fuuko’s boss was going through a mid-life crisis, and she was terrified of looking at anything that remotely reminded her of growing old didn’t help matters.

“Hi! I’m sorry about what happened the other day. I hope everything will be alright.”
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>> No. 924
OP here, forgot a few things to mention.

1. I will try to update as often as possible, but want to get at least 2 posts of feedback each time before I post more, so I have time to incorporate suggestions to improve my writing into the story.

2. While Fuuko is Japanese, I'm not going to be a weeaboo and try to insert a ton of Japanese words into my writing, because knowing me I'll fuck it up. So it's enough to assume unless I state otherwise explicitly that all of the characters are speaking Japanese to each other.

3. If you have any ideas for other stories you like to see along the lines of Futa/Yuri/Fempreg, such as one shot ideas unrelated to this, let me know. If I have time and I'm interested I'll respond with a new thread.
>> No. 925
Part 2 folks. No sex this chapter; Fuuko learns more about her new, ahem, “appendage.” (Solo, body exploration, selfcest/self-bondage, anal, doctor’s visit.)

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When Fuuko’s parents saw her come out of the terminal, they started walking over to greet her. “Welcome home honey!” Fuuko’s mom said as Fuuko stepped out of baggage claim at the airport. “It’s good to see you again. I trust your study over in America ended fine since we last spoke?” said Fuuko’s father.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine” said Fuuko to her mother. Her family had arrived about a half an hour after she arrived at Narita, during which time Fuuko was racking her brain trying to figure out how she was going to tell her parents their daughter was now a… wait, what was she anyhow? Anyway, she was somewhat afraid to approach her family for a hug, since one of them might feel her dick through her clothes. She managed to finagle her way out of hugging her Mom and Dad, but her 22 year old little sister Suzu caught her by surprise, running up and pulling her into a bear hug. Fuuko became hyper aware of her body, terrified her sis would touch her… thing.

“Sis, it’s so good to have you back!”

“I know, I know, I’m glad to see you too.” Said Fuuko, trying to escape her hug. She saw that her sister’s stomach was dangerously close to touching her new dick, and she prayed to the gods that Suzu didn’t pull any closer (and that she wouldn't pop a boner.) Thankfully, neither of these happened, and she was freed from her younger sister’s grip. She then saw her two older siblings approaching; her brother, Yuki, and her sister, Sayaka. Rather than take a chance, she decided to hug them first, so she could control how far from them she was. She turned toward her father and asked “How long until the current administrator leaves the school? There is probably going to be a number of matters I will need to play catch up on, and-”

“Actually, I do need to talk to you about that later, but for now, let’s head home. You look like you could use the rest.” Said her father, gesturing to Fuuko’s appearance. Fuuko looked tired, worn, and somewhat disheveled. ‘Then again, not every day a girl sprouts a dick, loses her virginity and joins the mile high club.’ She though, somewhat sarcastically.

The car ride home was uneventful, but Fuuko took the chance to think. Now that she had a dick, she definitely needed to arrange the visit to the doctor’s office. ‘I should probably give Hitomi a call.’ thought Fuuko. Dr. Hitomi Yamanaka was a doctor specializing in reproductive health, and a family friend of Fuuko’s family, specializing in fertility treatment, and even advancing research in the field. ‘At least I can trust her to not say anything to anyone about this.’ After Fuuko arrived home, she called Dr. Yamanaka’s office, made an appointment for tomorrow afternoon, and the rest of her day proceeded without incident.
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The Closet II Part II: Stephanie's Second Session

Tags: M/M/M/MtF, solo, bondage, titfucking, oral & anal sex, forced fem, forced homosexuality

The events of my first day in the closet with Dr. Hoffman were not soon forgotten. For weeks, maybe even months, I felt every last bit of the diabolical therapy's effects. The initial goal of my first "reorientation theray" was to explore my latent attraction to men and work to develop it as my primary interest. I swore to myself at the start of my punishment that I would never grow to like men, that it was simply impossible for me to do so and any attempts by Dr. Hoffman to force it on me would end up being worthless. But in the days that followed the first therapy, I found my worst fears coming true. I found that I had, in fact, started to succumb to the therapy's effects, and that perhaps his efforts were not so futile after all.

Night after night, I laid awake reliving that bizarre day as my mind tried to wander into sleep. I stayed awake for hours feeling the young man's penis still in my mouth, all ready to release his seed down into my gullet...or his large cock pulsating deep in my ass, ready at any moment to cream my butthole with sticky, hot semen. Worst of all though, I couldn't stop doubting whether or not I had, in fact, liked the anal part of it. I kept remembering how he would hit my g-spot, and how good it felt, and how I wanted to feel that again and again. Although the shot I was given every night killed off whatever function I had left in my penis, there were indeed times I still felt sexual desire, and discovering anal masturbation was almost the way out for my diminishing sexual needs. Privately at home, I began to experiment a bit with penetrating myself. I would sit for almost hours, fingering myself deep inside my hole while playing with the nipples on my still-developing breasts, garnering shockwaves of pleasure in places I had never felt before I began my feminization. There were times that, when I struck my prostate and nipples at the same time, I could just feel electricity running on a continuous path through the middle of my body. Every time I had done so, I couldn't help but moan...softly, with the precise aire of a girl discovering her unique and beautiful sexuality for the first time.

One night, while pleasuring myself in this way, I encountered what was probably the starkest sign that Dr. Hoffman was winning the battle to make me a girl. As I had gently massaged myself, the thought flashed through my head of me at my reorientation therapy again. Sitting calmly, face down on the bed, with the man's smooth, oiled cock gliding in and out of my tight virgin asshole. Every vivid evocation of this tittilating memory made the electric pleasure from my nipples and butthole ever more stronger. I hid under the covers, pretending my fingers were the man's erect, pulsing cock once again coursing through me, brushing up against my g-spot, making me feel so loved, and desired, and...sexy. Harder and harder did my massaging motions grow, on top and on bottom, until I had seen my tiny cock flicker for the first time in almost a year. Finally, I reminded myself of how he came inside me...coating me deeply inside with the sticky substance that only a girl like me could truly appreciate. This final thought was enough to send me off the edge; with one final rub of my prostate and right nipple, I felt my entire lower half contract in a wave of pleasure, before finally releasing what was almost pure water all over the bedsheets. It was the first orgasm I had since I began my punishment; evidently, the treatments have reduced my semen to nothing more than inert juice.

My head snapped up from under the covers as if I had awoken from a bad dream. I stared in horror at the wall across the room as it had descended upon me that I had masturbated to a gay fantasy. Me. With another man. Being pleasurable. I slammed myself back against the mattress with a mix of anger and frustration, putting the pillow over my head as I screamed and kicked my feet down on the mattress. He was winning. God dammit, was he winning. Dr. Hoffman succeeded in making me the slightest bit gay, and it wouldn't be long before he would finally succeed in his ultimate goal of making me more than just slightly a girl.

The next few months were a blur for me. I stumbled across the school halls, disoriented for most of the day, dwelling on my shoehorned attraction toward men. I didn't want it to be true, but it was. I was starting to like boys. I didn't want to embrace this attraction, but my body would not cooperate with me. I began to feel ever more betrayed by how it has repeatedly failed me. It gave into the hormones and grew me breasts and hips. It gave into Dr. Hoffman and made me like boys. It gave into the man in the closet and pleasured me greatly. I was simply so distraught that I almost felt that my body and mind were growing to become two warring entities. I didn't even have anyone to talk to about it. Dr. Hoffman made it clear early on in the program that discussing it with anyone would cause me to be dismissed and sent to jail. As far as anyone else was concerned, I was simply a normal girl. Having been transferred into this school at the start of the program, nobody ever knew of my former life as a boy.

Well, except for one, of course...Kat Weston. She knew my secret ever since I first met her at the store where I bought my first girl clothes. She embraced me and said she supported every step of my transition ever since I first told her that the skirts and leggings were for me, and not a girlfriend. She doesn't know the true reason of my transsexuality though; and there were times I wished I could just blurt it out and tell her. She was the sole emotional oasis I had in my life at this point, but she always unintentionally cut me like a knife when she brought up stuff like how jealous she was of my breasts, or how excited she was for me and my upcoming surgeries. The times we spent together were still nothing but memorable, and they are a story for a sunnier day.
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>> No. 195
I wish that Hoffman would get what he deserved!
>> No. 197
>>195
Inb4 Hoffman rapes Stephanie
>> No. 199
I like the story, I really do, but Dr. Hoffman's thesis on fixing all violent criminals this way has a flaw... already female violent criminals... because I mean... that would just be raping them wouldn't it? and turning them male would make them more aggressive wouldn't it? at least, the way his theory works out...
>> No. 200
>>199

Dr. Hoffman isn't quite playing with a full deck to begin with.
>> No. 909
I know it's been a while since the last post, but is there anywhere else you post your stories? This stuff is too good, I just had to try and ask atleast.


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This is an M/F story, other content tags are at the bottom. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. The pictured bird is from the genus Halcyon in keeping with the title.

“So, how exactly do you claim virginity has any value whatsoever when the concept probably only mattered to nobles looking to preserve male lines of succession, and any modern understanding of woman as anything more than a piece of property that spits out heirs?”

Haley stood up from her seat in the bleachers staring down at the floor of the gymnasium. I fought a smirk, below, the Purity Pals looked up at her like she was some eldritch abomination that had come coagulating into reality to undo their whole lecture. One of their cells went off, the white-bread polo-shirted speaker answered it and ducked behind their stage while the other turned to take a question from the other side of the audience. Haley stayed standing, her hands tucked halfway into the pockets of her jeans, leaning back cockily she was all legs from where I sat beside her. She wore one of those wide pleather belts with the square studs and a Johnny Cash belt buckle, under her school-mandated white blouse she had on a deep purple tank top, it stretched around her middling breasts. Her skin was pale cream, her hair dyed black, with subdued violet highlights.

Mrs. McGarth leaned over and ushered her back down with a wave of her hand and a wink. Haley rolled her eyes in silent reply and bought a half-smile from our biology teacher.

It took the rest of the hour to clear the gym out of all the students. While the Principle shouted for order the rest of the senior class did their best impersonation of the bulls at Pamplona. In the foyer, the Purity Pals had tables blocking the doors and were handing out little cards to the ravenous hordes. Sign the card, get out the door. There was a little pod of students pulled off to one side being talked to by one of the ‘Pals’. I recognized most of them, if not by name, as a clique of stoners and Neanderthals that bizarrely hadn’t dropped out yet. They were being given the same speech the rest of us had just sat through.

“I’m sure the encore will really win the case for them.” I said to Haley as we queued up to be re-virgin-ized. Or double-virgin-ized in my case, though I couldn’t speak for Haley.

“Hey! Haley!” One of them called. “Hey, tell em what you said in there!”

She had just finished signing the little business card and passed me the pen. I scribbled my name and ducked into an alcove near the door to wait for her. The Purity Pal recognized her immediate, opened his mouth and raised a hand to smite her down. She lifted his literal v-card up to him, held it with both her hands and tore it straight down the middle. With a flick of her wrists the two pieces went flitting up into the air like two card stock April snowflakes.
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>>703
I'd love to see this story completed.
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“I told you!” I called over the thrum of pop music, “I don’t dance!”

“Yes you can!” Haley called back, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me onto the dance floor.

I stumbled, feet wheeling loosely as I passed her and found myself impersonating a deer surrounded by bouncing class mates. Um. Bad analogy. One pop anthem ended and was quickly replaced with a radio edit hip hop tack. Haley smiled and took a few steps out towards me. I realized I was moving in what could only possibly be described as an arhythmic slow motion seizure. I looked ridiculous and I knew it instantly. With Haley’s eyes on me, it was a special kind of embarrassment, like pure calcium dropped into a cup of water just inside my throat. She closed on me and I felt her arms somewhere around my waist. “I said, I don’t dance! Don’t! As in do not!”

Despite my protest, Haley insisted on forcing me to replicate this strange human custom of “dance.” I didn’t enjoy it, but managed not to burst into flames either. We were at the far edge of the floor in the fringes of the class. Nearer the center, classmates writhed in a singular mass. They were mindless and exothermic, a boiling mass of rented tuxedoes and lace. Half of whom I didn’t know as well as I should like, and half of whom I liked less than they deserved.

Haley and I were at the fringes now, where the people were scattered like random scatter patterns. Without her, I was alone here. We all but fell against one another and found a beat. She was near, and the scent of vegan perfume struck me and struck like a bolt through every nerve from my nose to my ...feet. She had turned her back, and stretched her arms back around my neck. She pressed herself against me and looked up to meet my eyes, a knowing smile creasing her darkly painted lips.

The next song sent a laugh through my throat and brightened Haley like a flare. She swept around into my arms. I lead as the waltz from Labyrinth played. And at the edge of the floor, in those nether regions beyond the sweeping disco lights and the wound up knots of people, we were together.

Her hair cushioned her head as she rested it against my chest. Her eyes closed, and she held me tighter as we drifted further from the crowd. I turned my back to them to meet her eyes. She didn’t say a word. The song ended far too soon and we made our escape.
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>>750

Good sir, I implore you, please continue this.

I came back to this board after a long, long time. This makes me ever so glad I came back when I did. This is just wonderful.
>> No. 886
>>703
I would like to see this story finished also.
>> No. 906
I'm not going to offer an explanation of the delay, either between this part and the last, or for the titanic time this short little smut piece took as a whole. In truth, I should really go back and rework the whole thing, there are significant portions I'm not happy with. But! I write for the audience. Not for the praise, but to provide enjoyment to other people. So to the resurrecting bumpers, thank you. Without further ado:

I’ve always had a certain fondness of hotels. The glow of them, the way everything seems to be gilded. I know I shouldn’t, it’s illusory, and it’s all made that way for pure marketing. But there was no need to be concerned about that as we made way through away from the rest of the party.

We had come in through the lobby, past pillars wrapped in cellophane and dangling whats-its. I couldn’t tell you what the theme was supposed to be, it didn’t matter. The ball room was down an escalator, a voluminous room with a moveable partition wall. The slope of the street made this floor street level too, amber glow of the street lights outside welcoming us into the city.

I felt uninhibited, in a way I wouldn’t have liked most nights, as I pressed Haley into the revolving door. My hands framed her as we pushed on the glass. She looked back over her shoulder. Clicked her teeth with a smile. We didn’t need to, the door was automatic.

The hotel had some arrangement that they didn’t rent rooms to prom attendees, but the other hotels on the loop had no such rule imposed by moralizing parents. We crossed 5th street and I thought to stop so Haley could remove her heels. But she cleared the sidewalk ahead of me, and when we crossed Derleth we were both in a near-sprint.

A few other kids from our class were scattered in the lobby, they cheered, for Haley certainly. We both waved and passed by. As we waited for the elevator, I fished the room key from my pocket. It was an actual key, not a key card, and not a small one.

The elevator opened, Haley pushed me inside, I dropped the key onto the shined floor with a clank. Our lips met, her head titled. My hands found her hips, hers draped over my shoulder and around my back.

“I want you,” she said, breaking the kiss. Her eyes were wide, soft. “but,” she said.

I took a hard breath, nodded.
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Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Warriors

"Inside"

Tags: Cia/Ganondorf (F/M) Vanilla Sex
Spoilers with artistic license.

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Cia lay in bed recovering from the battle that day. She had just gained the Triforce of Power moments before the King of Thieves, Ganondorf, vanished with it. The battle went downhill afterward, forcing her to retreat. It seems more was stolen than Cia could admit.

It was in the shadow of midnight that Cia's heart and mind failed to let her close her eyes and sleep. She restlessly came to the realization she was more alone now than ever before. Lana wasn't inside her, Ganondorf wasn't inside her and Link wasn't inside her either. There were nights Cia would summon a phantom to tryst with, but she wasn't in the mood. In fact, Link was not the man that clouded her thoughts.

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