File :-(, x, )
Anonymous
Dangerously Cheezy
>> Anonymous
behold the power of smegma
>> Anonymous
I demand a source
>> Anonymous
>>340082
http://maruchiro.h.fc2.com/main.html
>> Anonymous
>>340084
sankyo kind sir
>> Anonymous
>>340048
All women who touch themselves after visiting 4chan eventually end up like this.
>> PicsPro
>>340233
Oh god let that be true!!!
>> Kebinu !GhiZeo/aQQ
>>340233

Then I demand more women come here.
>> Anonymous
>>340233

Someone write a fic for this right now.
>> Anonymous
Anonymous stared at the screen before her. Page after page exotic fetishes, all on a site she had found out about by ghosting several empty image boards. The rumors were true, 4chan had the goods. Anonymous locked her door so she wouldn't be disturbed, and closed the blinds on the windows. Anonymous didn't want to be seen.
>> Anonymous
These "4channers" keep using the word "fap". It was easy to see what they were advocating. Were they serious, or did was their sense of humor made edgier by their mutual anonymity. Nobody can see her, so Anonymous decides a little gently rubbing wouldn't hurt. She unbuttons her jeans and lets her hand slide. She had never seen material like this before.
>> Anonymous
Hours pass, morning arrives, and Anonymous has made herself numb with rubbing. She needs to pee, so cursing herself for spending the night in front of the computer, she removes her hand from her jeans, leaves her room, and enters the bathroom. Anonymous drops her jeans and panties around here ankles, and takes a seat. She reaches down to adjust her trajectory, and feels something unfamiliar.
>> Anonymous
Anonymous stares with shock at that which she can't believe. A penis jutting out from where her poor little clit had been. She feels beneath it, and finds two large round testicles. She feels further still, and is relieved to find her familiar parts are still there. Anonymous considers the potential of her new parts. She knows that somehow she won't be able to keep it, but while she has it, she wants to see what all the talk about "fapping" is about. Anonymous reaches for a bottle of lotion on the counter, and dispenses a dollop within her hand. Taking the lotion within her hand, she gently grasp the flaccid member.
>> Anonymous
Anonymous rubs the lotion over the surface, making it as slippery as possible. As she rubs the penis becomes larger and harder. It looks to her as if it is at least a foot long. Anonymous continues to rub, alternating hands, and occasionally giving special attention to the tip. She feels climax approach, and attempts to resist it. Resisting makes it come sooner, and heavy stream of white cum flies from the tip, and firmly hangs itself on the bathroom wall.
>> Anonymous
"Oh crap" she says, and then attempts to wipe the mess away with a clump of toilet paper. While she was wiping, cum slowly dripped from the tip onto her jeans and panties. "Oh crap" again, and Anonymous wipes herself and tries to blot at the growing wet spot on her jeans. The smell of sex fills the bathroom air. She pulls up her pants and sneaks back to her room. Anonymous removes her soiled garments and buries them in the bottom of her clothing hamper. Anonymous realizes she might be seen, and quickly runs to lock her room door. As she run the few feet to her door, she feels her new parts flopping and rubbing against her. "4chan did this" she thinks to herself, and she returns to her computer to try to find a clue why. As she begins looking through 4chan, reading every comment in every thread, she starts to feel her interest in the material before her take over her thoughts. She is startled to suddenly feel her penis had become erect, and was now rubbing uncomfortably across the unfinished wood on the underside of her desk drawer. Anonymous backed up in her chair, and allowed the penis to spring upward. Was it the same size, or was it a little larger? Anonymous knows it became hard as a reaction to her arousal, and attempts to think of something else. The penis proves too distracting to ignore. She remembers it became flaccid after she came in the bathroom, and tells herself, "why not just finish off again". Anonymous starts to rub. Up and down slowly with her left hand, while her right browsed /d/ for images of interest. As she slumped over in her chair, she looked down at the tip of the penis. "If I could just bend a little further, I may be able to reach it". Anonymous flexed her neck, and bent her back, but her mouth could not reach the end.
>> Anonymous
She reached out with her tongue. She missed it, and tried to reach it while holding it still with both hands. Barely reached it. Anonymous licked the tip of her new penis with the end of her tongue. She could feel it's roughness, over and over. BANG BANG her room door shook. "Are you all right in there, you missed breakfast." Anonymous needed a lie quick. "I think I'm sick", and with that Anonymous unlocked the door and hurried to her bed and hid beneath the covers. "cough cough". The door crept open. "I'm so sorry you're sick. Do you want me to bring you anything". Anonymous shook her head. "Fine, just get some rest". The door shut. Anonymous could feel the tip of her hard penis sliding across her bed sheets. She needed to finish what she had started, so she curled herself beneath her sheets and started again. Anonymous found that although she couldn't quite reach before, she should get the end within her mouth now. She gently sucked on the end. She kept herself hard, but went too slowly to finish. In the dark beneath her sheets, the sleep she had missed the night before caught up with her. Anonymous drifted into slumber, all the while suckling on her new member. Anonymous dreams were filled with 4chan. She remembered everything she had seen over and over until she eventually awoke. Evening had come again, and the rest of the house was going to bed.
>> Anonymous
"What a nightmare" she told herself, as she attempted to roll over. Anonymous couldn't quite roll over, she felt something uncomfortable holding her. She opened her eyes in the dark doom and could make out a dark figure on the pillow on the other side of the bed. Anonymous tried not to panic as she slowly reached for the light switch. "click" The light came on, and next to her was the figure on the far side of the bed, with sheets pulled entirely over him or her. She slowly pulled the sheets back, and realized what was going on. She threw the sheets off the bed and saw the penis had grown larger. It was nearly as thick as the narrowest part of her waist, and reached a little taller than her head. "I need help" she though to herself, and she positioned herself on the side of the bed. It was difficult to lift her new penis. It was flaccid and moved like dead weight. The now heavy testicles pulled the skin beneath her painfully. The room was ripe with the smell of cum, and a sticky goo covered most of Anonymous and the bed. As Anonymous planned her journey to the door, she glanced over to see the glow of her computer screen. 4chan was still up. She sat at the desk, resting her penis on the empty portion next to the keyboard. "Maybe just a little more fapping, then I will do something about this." Anonymous rested her head against her giant penis like a pillow, staring at the screen as she browsed.
>> Anonymous
oh what the fuck.
>> Anonymous
>>340243
Anonymous delivered?
>> Anonymous
Someone cap this, to preserve it for future generations of /d/eviants. Anonymous just delivered.
>> Anonymous
i dislike futa, but even i agree that was win.
>> Anonymous
>>340287
>>340286
>>340285
>>340283
>>340282
>>340281
>>340280
>>340279


I came.
>> Anonymous
>>340286
I came
>> Anonymous
Is that Raquel from wild arms 4?
>> Anonymous
/r/ illustrations for the fic
>> edo_hure !CY6ac/sjcI
i lol'ed. i wonder what board(s) anonymous was browsing?
shame it isn't true, although i could do without the OMG IT'S GETTING BIGGER part. just a nice, normal dickgirl,that's all i wanna be.
>> Anonymous
>>340339
If you stop early enough, maybe you won't advance too far. The only way to find out is to unbutton and reach...
>> Anonymous
Do want! A continuation would be amazing. /d/ is a hazard to your health... sort of.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
<--Our protagonist.
>> Tsubasa Fullmoon
Someone should save this for later and have someone do illutrations. I'd do it myself, but I'm really busy :(
>> Anonymous
4chan fanfiction at it's finest
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>340306

The will of the collective be /d/one.
>> Anonymous
>>340609

Needs a longcat running down the side.
>> OP
HOLY CRAP
MY THREAD BECAME WIN

MOAR!
>> Anonymous
>>340331
I'm quite sure it is. The hairbands and clothing match though she seems to be missing the belts on her arms.
>> BurgundyStone !gbkUU57rKA
Anon delivered hard.
>> Chapter 2 Anonymous
Anonymous continued to fulfill her desire for 4chan. She mused page after page, petting her enormous new part. As her arousal increased, the penis started to become erect. It was to big for her to stimulate it as she had before, but by rubbing the most sensitive areas she gradually satisfied her lust. As it engorged, it swelled to it's full length. It became harder, longer, and much heavier. Anonymous found it had become too heavy to hold up, and it dropped to the floor. “Thud” Anonymous decided she needed a plan to do this. She positioned herself by the edge of her bed, and backed up onto it. She slowly dragged the heavy penis up onto the bed. As she stepped back off of the edge, of the bed, the head of the penis nearly fit on top of it. Anonymous wrestled the penis into position, with the head buried within a bundle of sheets at the far corner, and Anonymous standing off the bed at the most distant corner. The heavy testicles were no longer supported by anything, and as she stood next to the bed, they began to ache from their own weight. She reached, brought the desk chair over to herself, and sat herself upon it. Anonymous supported the testicles with her hands. She wished there was a bra within reach, so that she could support them without her hands, then she laughed momentarily at the realization that her bra would be too small for them now.
>> Anonymous
Anonymous adjusted herself in her chair, to give the testicles support, and held them close to herself with her left hand. She used her right hand, and began rubbing the base of the penis. She could only reach the part that was near to her, and found that it was the least sensitive part. She decided that she would need to do things differently if she wanted to climax. Anonymous bent as far down as she could, and reached past the penis, and between the testicles with her right hand began searching for a familiar area of sensitivity. She was still covered in sticky slimy goo, and her target found glad stimulation. Although she was not giving the penis attention, it responded to her activity. It hardened and relaxed, twitching as she worked. She felt the end approaching, and resisted it. The end came hard, and so did she. The penis shuttered and flexed as it pumped it's contents into the bundle of sheets the head was buried in. Anonymous enjoyed how she felt, and continued rubbing. The penis followed her emotion, and continued wave after wave of sticky release. White goo poured into the lower middle of the bed around the penis, surrounding it in a thick mote. The bed filled as far as the indention would hold, and it began to pour slowly into the floor. Anonymous could feel the liquid surrounding her feet and oozing across the room. She stopped, and rest. The penis shook and shuttered as it gradually became soft.
>> Anonymous
Now that it had softened, she found that she could bend it into a slight curve, and just fit the entire penis and herself onto the bed. She lay next to it and let it gradually shrink to what it was when she had awoken. Anonymous rolled onto her back and let the penis rest on top of her, allowing the end to hang over her left shoulder. She could feel the slow flow of the remaining cum pouring out of the tip of the penis, onto, her ear, down her face, and into the puddle on the bed. Anonymous struggled to sit up, and took a look at the mess she had made. She folder her legs beneath her as she sat, and supported the testicles with her ankles. The bed springs had been warped and been crushed under the weight of the penis, and it formed a soggy bowl that held the pool of cum she had released. It was deep in the middle, and it was almost deep enough to submerge her thighs. She lifted her foot out of the puddle for a moment, and watched the thick cum drip from it. It was still dark, and everyone in the house was asleep, so Anonymous decided she could could get to the shower unseen if she went quickly.
>> Anonymous
She pulled herself from the sticky bed, and tiptoed down the hallway. She walked carefully, trying not to drip as she went, but despite her efforts left a trail that she decided she would have to clean afterwards. Anonymous was careful as she showered. She resisted the temptation to rub too vigorously, and after a long while managed to clean herself very thoroughly. She hugged and squeezed the penis, attempting the get the last bits of cum to drain from the end of it. It was difficult getting everything she had discarded to go down the drain, but she managed to get the job done. Anonymous wasn't sure what the best way to wrap the towel around herself was, and after a very short time decided that the part she wanted to hide the most was the penis. The towel didn't cover much, and the most she was able to accomplish was to create a towel-turbine for the head of the penis, so she open the door and began sneaking back to her room. Anonymous was filled with dread as she noticed the trail of cum she had dropped in the hallway was no longer there. “Crap. Someone found it”, she thought. She could see her room door was already open, and she approached it slowly and quietly.
>> Anonymous
The lights were turned out, and it didn't look like anyone was in there, so she entered and quietly closed the door behind her. She flipped the light switch, and immediately noticed what was different. The room was clean. The desk `chair had been pushed up to the desk, the cum was gone from the floor, and even the smell of cum was gone. Clean sheets were on the bed, but there was something solid under them. Anonymous approached the bed, and examined what she saw. “Yawn” and and very human form rolled over and looked up at Anonymous. “Hello Master”, and with that Anonymous stood stunned. It was herself, but not herself. The person before her looked as she had looked before she grew the penis, but pale, very pale, too pale even, with some obvious veins. The hair was long and white, and the eyes were deep red. “I'm here to give you everything you want”. Anonymous curled her lip a little, feeling as if she were loosing her mind. Anonymous replied to the visitor, “Can you get rid of this”, and she gestured at the giant penis. “Of course I can Master, but I don't worry, I won't get rid of it”. Anonymous paused. “...but you said you were here to give me what I wanted”. The pale doppleganger smiled back, with teeth too perfect and white to be natural, “You misunderstand Master, I am here to give you what you want, not what you request. I already know what you want. I was here when you created me”.
>> Anonymous
>>340397

You think that's hot? Try thinking of it as a sexy girl you know. Her sweet voice moaning as she rubs a giant dick protruding from her crotch...
>> Anonymous
This is the best thread on /d/ ever.
>> c h a n
;tl,dr version:

NOBODY FUCKING CARES
>> edo_hure !CY6ac/sjcI
holy shit, i've been immortalized...o.0
you are definitely win op,and to the anon writing the fic...please, for the love of god,keep going!
>> Anonymous
>>340846
Kill yourself.

This thread wins.
>> Anonymous
Yes, this new pet should be known as Moar. xD
>> Anonymous
Fucking hot.
>> Chapter 3 Anonymous
“I created you” Anonymous asked, “how is that possible?”. “Of course you created me Master, you called to me and then you game me substance”, the pale copy still smiling largely. “What do you mean?” inquired Anonymous, “You're talking in riddles”. “Forgive me master, perhaps you have forgotten. I am Moar. You named me and requested me. Three times you called to me, I could not ignore you. I needed only enough love from you to gain my liberty, and you gave more than enough. You made me from within yourself, and you gave so generously that now I am quite powerful. More than powerful enough to give you what you need to be happy.”, and with that Moar rose from the bed, embraced Anonymous, and kissed her deeply. Anonymous stood motionless as Moar finished her kiss and rested lazily upon her shoulder. “Your name is 'More'?” asked Anonymous. “No Master, 'Moar'. Like 'MO' and “are”, but say it together. You may not be addressing me by name very much in the future, but I do so wish you would say it at least once. I must serve you, and I do so prefer not to be broken hearted.” “I'm sorry Moar, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings” Anonymouse replied and set her hand on Moar's back. Moar closed her eyes and purred like a cat, “I wish I could hold you forever Master, but we have many preparations before morning”.
>> Anonymous
“Preparations? For what?” Anonymous inquired. “You cannot be seen in public as you are, there are those who would seek to separate us. I had intended to impersonate you, but sadly I have failed you, and I am not colored properly. Perhaps we can dye my hair to match your's Master?”, Moar smiled innocently. “Wait” said Anonymouse, “Can't you just remove the penis?” “Silly Master, we must use the hair dye on my hair. That is the only way”, Moar laughed slightly. “I don't dye my hair Moar, but there is a different color hair dye in the bathroom down the hallway. It might be close enough”, Anonymous grudgingly informed her eager new friend. “Yay! Let us go. I will help you travel Master”, and with that Moar took the end of Anonymous'es penis into her arm, and stated walking toward the door. Anonymous reluctantly followed, still in disbelief and curious how this would develop. The two girls walked down the darkened hallway, naked except for the towel wrapped around the tip of Anonymous'es over sized penis, which was supported merrily by Moar. The girls continued in their colorful deed, and in the end, Anonymous declared “I think I screwed it up”.
>> Anonymous
“What do you mean Master”, Moar asked, as she looked at her new reflection in the mirror. “My hair is dark brown, and the dye is light brown, but look, your hair ended up jet black. I think I used way too much.” Anonymous apologized. “Do not lament, master, I love my new hair color. It think it will work well enough. Nobody will question this sort of thing as long as I match well enough.”, Moar still smiled, with her very bright white straight teeth, “I must now go into the city and purchase supplies. You will have to remain unseen until my return.”. “What supplies Moar? For what?” Anonymous asked. “Supplies to make you happy Master.” Moar grinned, “I must say no more, it will spoil the surprise”, and with that Moar skipped down the hallway into Anonymous'es bedroom. Anonymous slowly followed, carrying her penis within her arms and letting the end hang over her left sholder. As Anonymous reached the doorway, Moar emerged, wearing a thin white sun dress, still barefoot, and through the thin material obviously bra-less. Moar jingled Anonymous'es car keys as she passed, quickly kissed Anonymous on the lips, and vanished around the corner of the hallway. Anonymous returned to her room and sat in her bed. She pulled the sheets over her self, and piled pillows up over them so that her new parts would remain hidden. Time passed, and boredom brought sleep.
>> Anonymous
Anonymous eventually awoke, and began to stir. She found it difficult to move, and opened her eyes. Anonymous had gone to sleep sitting against the headboard, and she still was, but the sheets and pillows had been pulled away. Her penis was laying flat in front of her, and through her blurry vision it seemed as if it were some kind of bizarre third leg. Her testicles ached under the weight of the penis on top of them. Her vision was blurry, but she could not rub her eyes. She blinked over and over, and found out why. Her arms and legs were chained. Heavy chrome restraints dug into the skin around her ankles and wrists. The restraints were connected to chains, which extended out of sight beyond the edge of the mattress. There was a pressure on her face and head, and although she could not see it, she could tell the same tight restraints on the limbs were keeping her head held up. She tried to call out, but she was kept quiet. Something gas preventing her from speaking. Some sort of gag was keeping her mouth open and muffled. Leather straps extended from it in several direction around her head and up the center of her face. She looked to the right, and saw motion. Moar emerged from the walk-in closet, and looked in Anonymous direction. “Oh Master, you are awake!” She giggled “Now we can start the fun”. Moar was nude, with the exception of a pair of translucent rubber gloves. In her palm she hid a small object. Moar walked around to the foot of the bed and look up at Anonymous between her legs and past the penis. “Now I have some supplies to start giving you a life of pleasure, but you still must be trained to enjoy it properly.” Moar smiled largely with her perfect white strait teeth. “First things first Master, it is only proper that you be circumcised”, and with that Moar produced the scalpel that she had hidden in her hand.
>> Anonymous
Over here in England, it's real fucking late. This thread better be here in the morning. =P

When the dreaded "Marked for deletion" renders this thread useless, someone put all of the story into a word document and Rapidshare it for future generations, because this is the hottest thing... well, ever.
>> Anonymous
>>340957

Why do I get the feeling that this being said marked the thread for deletion?
>> Anonymous
>>340983
Every time a thread is marked old, the /d/ curse claims another victim.
>> Anonymous
>>340986

Why did we anger the gods of /d/?
>> Anonymous
To the anon writing: make a new thread for the rest, please.
>> Anonymous
Whoa whoa whoa, now we're getting into guro.
>> Anonymous
>>341008
You don't like the cliffhanger?