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So I thought I'd try out Digital Girl Rin... Iris !tFj8DP0Frs
Warning: incoming writefaggotry.

Emily gazed down at the last garment she wore: a pair of pink panties, now distended by the long, hard organ jutting from her body. As her thumbs hooked on the waistband, she thought back, remembering the dream she had had during her nap in which she had grown it, unsure that she wasn't still dreaming. Down she pulled, and the thing came with it, bending almost pleasurably until -- "Kyaa!" Her squeal pierced the silence of her house. Her cock was -sensitive-. So sensitive that it had almost hurt as it bounced free of the panties, rubbing against even that soft fabric. She poked it, and it sent an electric shock to her brain. It felt almost like her clit, but distinctly different; a quick check revealed her entire female sex in tact, so she ruled out the possibility of it having grown from her clit.
>> Iris !tFj8DP0Frs
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She became aware of a heady, chemical feeling in her chest, an urge she had never felt before. She touched the pink tip again. The thing twitched, and the heady feeling grew stronger. She was starting to feel quite normally aroused as well, and it wasn't as if she were some prude or didn't know her way around sex, so there was only one thing to do. She plopped back down on her bed, and leaned back on her hand, taking the shaft in her hand. Slowly, she began to gently drag it back and forth across the smooth organ, and immediately her body responded. The heady feeling turned into something else entirely: something hot, and wild, and wonderful. At once, she felt liquid both leaking down onto her hand, and down over her perineum. Catching some in her hand, she spread it around the shaft, and began pumping anew.
>> Iris !tFj8DP0Frs
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The change was extraordinary. She swore she could feel every ridge of her fingerprints as they passed over the pink helmet. Her teeth clenched, and her body tensed; it felt so good she thought she must be cumming... but she wasn't. She could be an inch from climax with only her cunny and could never tell, save for the new, powerful, fiery male arousal emanating from the cock with every stroke over her delicate fingers across that iron rod wrapped in silk. Someone was moaning, and it took her long, blissful minutes to realize it was she herself. "God, cum alreadyyy," she groaned impatiently.
>> Iris !tFj8DP0Frs
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Then, as if responding to her spoken demand, something took ahold of her, as if a powerful hand had clenched at something inside her and it had burst. Her hand sped to a frenzied pace, her legs spread a little wider, and her hips began pumping, turning her moans to pants. The fiery feeling in her crotch had turned into a shining beacon of pleasure, focused on her penis. Her last coherent thought was a comparison between this intense, focused pleasure and the gentle, overwhelming, full-bodied pleasure of her female sex. Then her pants turned to squeals, and something welled up behind the base of the shaft. Then it exploded; a four-foot stream of pearly semen. Then another. And another.
>> Iris !tFj8DP0Frs
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But as she came down from heaven, she discovered that her cock had not lost a bit of its hardness. As she wrapped her hand once more around it, an idea hit her. Cursing herself for not thinking of it before, she began to pump her hand up and down the shaft... and slid her other hand down to her clit.

Her screams of pleasure echoed and emanated from the house as the sun sank into the horizon. The trick-or-treaters pointed at the house at the end of Maybell street and whispered to each other as they passed, and not one dared go near.
>> The Deaf Anon !!f2ZXGt/xc7l
I love you.
>> Anonymous
>>1139628

PENIS FIRE!
>> Anonymous
Very nice Iris, once again proving you are the queen of /d/.

Tell me, what is this 'Digital Girl Rin' anyway?