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This is what happens when you touch yourself Anonymous
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>> Chapter 1 (The phantom fap) 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. 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. 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 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
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 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. "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
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
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. "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.
>> Chapter 2 (Embrace of the clones) 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”.
>> Chapter 3 (Revenge of /d/) 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 started 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 was 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
Yes!
>> Anonymous
C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER
>> Chapter 4 (A new perversion) Anonymous
“Good afternoon Master! I hope you have slept well today.” The light came on as Moar pulled the chain at the top of the closet. “Today is the day we remove your bandages.” It had been a little over a month since Anonymous had met Moar. Moar was always happy, always smiling, always playful. She had first restrained Anonymous just after meeting her, and claimed she was doing what Anonymous really wanted. So far, Moar has never removed or loosed the restraints, except one ata time while giving Anonymous regular sponge baths. The restrains had been gradually increased over time, and Anonymous was tied tightly enough that she fit on a small mattress that was concealed in the walk-in closet of her bedroom. Now it seemed it was Moar's bedroom. Publicly Moar had assumed Anonymous identity, although her impersonation was laking in many ways. Moar was very attentive while at home with Anonymous, but on a daily basis she left, to do all that Anonymous had done every day, so that nobody would ever suspect that Anonymous was actually mutated and tied in a bundle in her bedroom closet.
>> Anonymous
Moar cleaned Anonymous, and changed her diapers with scrupulous regularity. Some duties seemed rougher than others, such as removing body hair. Anonymous had always shaved her legs, underarm, and pubic hair, but Moar elected to pluck hair with tweezers in a procedure that could last for hours. The hairs seldom grew back after Moar removed them. Moar claimed that some of her care was done for the purpose of training, although it was very obvious that Moar enjoyed her job. Moar had made a point of choosing two places a day with which to bless Anonymous with new jewelry. That jewelry had always taken the form of body piercings. Moar cleaned every place diligently with rubbing alcohol, at least three times a day. After a month of this, Anonymous had gained quite a bit of tolerance to the daily piercings, and no longer felt panic as Moar approached. Anonymous was aware that she had grown used to it, and considered that perhaps this is what Moar thought she was training her for. Her attitude was much different now than it was the first week, and Anonymous no longer struggled, resisted, or considered attempting escape.
>> Anonymous
“And now the last part”, and Moar carefully unwrapped the last of the bandages that surrounded Anonymous unique gigantic penis. “I was worried because it was harder to do than it look like in the book, but I think your circumcision turned out well Master”, Moar said, as she smiled with her bright perfectly white strait teeth, “How do you like it?” “Mmm” was all that Anonymous could reply through her gag, hood, and gasmask. “Now I can give you pleasure with it Master”, Moar beamed, as she pulled a set of hooks down from the wall. Moar had built some kind of elaborate hoist in the closet, with rollers and pulleys. Moar had no difficulty finding locations to attach the hooks to Anonymous'es restraints. Anonymous was bound heavily, and almost resembled a large leather mummy. Even her giant testicles were bound and restricted, everything was bound, except the penis. Moar lifted Anonymous into the air with the hoist, and started to pull at her feet. The hoist creaked and clanked as the boom arm slid out into the bedroom. Anonymous was hanging near the bed, as Moar started to rotate her. Moar rotated her until she was almost in a standing position, and then Moar positioned Anonymous giant penis on the bed. Moar climbed onto the bed in front of the penis. She gently kissed it, then again, and again.
>> Anonymous
Moar rubbed the head, and the penis flexed abruptly. Anonymous could feel how sensitive it had gotten, and she stated breathing harder. Moar rubbed and caressed the penis, up and down it's length, and gave special attention to the head. The penis swelled and grew, until it extended all the way across the bed and over the far side. It was rigid and hard, and supported it's self over the edge, but Anonymous could feel the pressure of it's weight. “Before we make a mess, I must get something”, and Moar walked back into the closet. She emerged with what appeared to be a pipe. It was long and thick and shiny, with attachments at one end. “Stretching you to install this will be uncomfortable, but I had to make it big to prevent leaking”, and Moar walked around to the far side of the bed. As Moar started to smear the contents of what appeared to be lubricant onto the pipe, Anonymous could see it had a texture. Even with lubricant, this pipe could only go one direction. Moar started her task, slowly rotating the end to get it started. Anonymous felt a pinch, and then felt it go in. Anonymous felt panic. It didn't hurt, but the area was sensitive and had never been touched before. Before too long, it became difficult for Moar to progress. Anonymous could feel the strain of the stretching, and the pain of the friction. Moar didn't give up, and she continued spinning and pushing the pipe as she gradually fed it into Anonymous. Morning eventually came, and Moar finally completed her task.
>> Anonymous
Her measurements had been accurate, and Anonymous felt a mild pain inside the base of the penis as the pipe reached deep within her. Moar locked a large brass ring around the head of the penis, and attached the ring to the end of the pipe. Moar retrieved a transparent rubber hose and a large bucket from the closet and started making adjustments to the tip of the pipe, which is now the new tip of the penis. “Finally” Moar puffed and groaned. Moar had worked hard all night, and ways dripping with sweat. She giggled as she climbed onto the bed and then the penis, hugging and laying on top of it like a giant pillow. She rubbed her body slowly up and down the length of the penis, and the penis once again grew hard. Anonymous stated breathing heavily, as waves of sensation flowed through her. Every part of her body that had felt discomfort was now pulsing in time with the pleasure she was feeling. Moar continued to rub and grope her master's penis, as if flinched and twitched beneath her. On and on they went, until the end came near. Anonymous tried to resist it, but failed. She came and came. Moar's device performed it's job, and prevented a mess. The cum that would have flown freely was now trapped captured in the bucket. Moar rolled off of the penis and onto the bed. “Did you enjoy that Master” Moar wearily inquired. “Mmm” was all that Anonymous could reply. “I should get ready to go now Master” Moar said, obviously exhausted, “As you know, graduation was last week, and now I need to speak with a counselor to finally choose a college for us. Moving out will be good for us, because I can care for you without having to hide you in the closet all day.”
>> Anonymous
Kindly Continue
>> Anonymous
/r/ illustrations
>> Anonymous
Three times? You're just stealing the whole Candlejack idea. Gtfo with th
>> Anonymous
>>341228
Who is Candlejack? Does Candlejack make a woman form from a pool of cum?
>> Anonymous
Is there any more?
>> Anonymous
This is F'ing HAWT!

I request MOAR!!! More Moar!
>> Chapter 5 (reality strikes back) Anonymous
The back of the truck rolled up with a thunderous rumble. Anonymous squinted her eyes as the darkness was broken by the blinding light entering through the door. It had been a long trip, but the vibrations or the road had kept her awake through the journey. Anonymous could just barely see enough of the entrance to the truck to see Moar had started unpacking boxes and furniture. It surprised Anonymous how much weight Moar could lift on her own, as Moar hoisted the piano that Anonymous had received from her grandmother, up and down the catwalk on the back of the truck. After an hour of moving boxes, Moar finally freed up a pathway to reach Anonymous. “Hello Master!”, she smiled as sweat ran down her face and soak into her shirt.. “I hope you traveled comfortably. I am sorry I could not retrieve you faster, but I can not move things any faster than I am. I will try to make it up to you.” Moar grasped the handles and started rolling Anonymous to the door. Anonymous closed her eyes at the blinding sunlight as Moar lowered her down the catwalk. With a turn of direction, the sun problem was solved, and Anonymous looked at what was before her.
>> Anonymous
This place looked like a dump. An old trailer in the middle of nowhere. Moar started to remove Anonymous'es gasmask. “I know it isn't very fancy, but we can do as we please here. See, we are outside and everything.” Moar giggled, obviously hoping to be praised for her actions. Moar removed the hood and released Anonymous'es gag. “We don't need these any more”, and Moar dropped the devices into a nearby box. “Aren't you worried I'll call for help?” Anonymous inquired. Moar replied, “No silly Master, our only neighbors are miles away. You may yell as much as you wish, Master has a lovely voice.” Moar rolled Anonymous up to the house, and lifted her into the trailer house. It was difficult for Moar to maneuver the giant penis into the doorway, but she managed to make it. Since the pipe had been installed, the penis had never been allowed to shrink. It would become soft when unstimulated, but it now was held straight and pulled to it's full length at all times. The lights were out, and it was obvious that there was no electricity to be had. Moar released Anonymous from her anchored restraints, and let her stand up. The penis was too long to fit between the ceiling and the floor, so it now the end rested on the floor in from of Anonymous. Her legs were weak and the penis was heavy, so she sat on the floor with the penis stretched out in front of her. Moar immediately moved in and started to rub the penis lovingly. Anonymous sat and allowed it.
>> Anonymous
Moar removed her clothing and lay on top of the hardening member. She rubbed her whole body up and down it's length. Moar moved towards the head of the penis, and began licking rim of it. The skin beneath the brass ring was sensitive, and Moar knew it. She continued lapping at her Masters penis, as Anonymous'es breath grew faster and louder. Moar purred as she continued to work. It was apparent that Moar enjoyed the sounds of Anonymous enjoying herself. Anonymous realized it, and allowed herself to mean a little between breaths. It suddenly occurred to anonymous that she had never seen Moar touch her own self, or show any signs of climax or orgasm. It was as if everything Moar did really was targeted at anonymous. Still though, how strange is this creature that now refuses to let her go? How strange is herself? How did she end up like this? It was that website, 4chan. Her thoughts of the past faded as she felt climax approaching. She had learned to not resist too much. She allowed herself to have little climaxes, as she held back the final release. Eventually she could resist no longer, and moaned loudly as she came. “Oh no! I'm sorry master. I forgot the bucket” Moar exclaimed. Cum was poring out of the penis, and into the room. The slick pipe prevented the cum from projecting further than a few inches, but the quantity was plentiful as it ran across the floor. Anonymous could only laugh at the situation, and so she did.
>> Anonymous
Months passed, and things changed. Moar had continued to keep her routine of giving her Master two body piercings a day, so Anonymous was quite covered with the shiny adornments. Moar no longer kept Anonymous restrained while Moar was home, but still chained her in the living room while she was gone during the day. It had occurred to Anonymous that it might have been unfair that Moar has to work a job and attend college classes on her behalf, as she sits at home watching TV, just waiting for Moar to come home and pleasure her. It was an odd daily routine, but Anonymous had become very used to it, and naturally Moar always seemed happy, always playful, always smiling with her bright white teeth that look too straight and perfect to be real. One day however, Moar returned home to a tragic surprise. Anonymous was not there. Not in any room. Not under the bed. Not under the trailer. Nowhere it seemed. Moar was distraught and confused. She had looked everywhere, and could find no signs of Anonymous. Always happy Moar, grew sad. Always playful Moar, sat silently. Always smiling Moar, wept.
>> Anonymous
>>341101

/b/ is that way, sir.
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>> Anonymous
>>341310

Kiss my, as well as every other futa fan's, ass.

I don't care HOW he ended up here, we're keeping him.
>> Anonymous
>>341307
This is somewhat depressing.
>> Anonymous
Posting in a legendary /d/ thread.
>> Anonymous
and 4chan hits a new low
>> Anonymous
>>341321
Leave the cage door open but once and your bird will fly away.
>> Anonymous
sadfase )=
>> Anonymous
>>341332
>>341310
are you some kind of fucking faggot?
>> Anonymous
>>341321
The entire story is kind of depressing, despite being hot.
>> Mefisto
>>341097

This entire story is somewhat legendary and wins over all others out there at the moment. If 4chan threads could be made sticky, I suggest that this one would be *very* sticky.
>> Anonymous
>>341353

Why, yes. And I want to suck your cock.
>> edo_hure !CY6ac/sjcI
the entire story is like /d/ incarnate. it's creepy and cool at the same time...
>> Anonymous
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>>341384
>> Chapter 6 (Revenge of the futa) Anonymous
“I thought I was making Master happy” Moar thought to herself, as she lay in bed attempting to sleep. Moar didn't know if Anonymous would return, or if she would be arrested for her behavior. Moar was fearful, but decided that whatever Anonymous wishes, she would go along with it. Moar managed to make it to sleep, but was awakened but the sound of her cell phone. It was three in the morning, and Moar stumbled in the dark grasping for the phone. “Hello”. Moar had hoped that it might be Anonymous calling, but instead received the sound of a man's voice. “Yes. Uh huh. The hospital?! When? How? Yes sir. Yes sir. They did? No sir. No sir. Yes sir. I'll be there shortly. No, I can drive myself. Thank you. Bye”, and with that, Moar hung up the phone. A package delivery service had arrived, and alerted emergency services to what appeared to be a shut-in with a medical problem. An ambulance had come and picked up Anonymous to take her to the hospital emergency room. Their secret seems to have been discovered, and now it was time for Moar and Anonymous to face their fate. The drive to the Hospital was short, but the quest to find parking proved frustrating. Once inside the hospital, Moar made her way to where Anonymous was being kept. The hallway near Anonymous'es room was empty, except for the smell of antiseptic and cleansers. Moar entered the room to find Anonymous standing and buttoning the front of a dress. It was apparent that something was missing.
>> Anonymous
“Master?” Moar quietly said, surprising Anonymous, who had not noticed her yet. “Moar, you came?”, reacted Anonymous, and they both stood motionless and silent, then finally “Lets go home Moar”. “Yes Master” replied Moar. The walk to the car was quiet, neither of them knew what to say to the other. The ride home was quiet as well for the most part, but eventually Moar spoke. “You had it removed?” She asked, and awaited a reply. Anonymous responded, “I didn't really have a choice. The doctors thought it was a tumor or a hormonal imbalance. They insisted that it be removed, and that if I resisted I would be declared incompetent. Besides, with it hanging from me ,I couldn't walk or stand right, and I couldn't leave the house or see my family”. “I'm sorry Master”, Moar began to cry, “I thought I knew how to make you happy, but I have failed you. I will return your life to you, and I will no go and longer trouble you”. The car rolled to a stop in front of the trailer house. They both exited the car and stood were they were. Anonymous ran to the driver's side of the car and embraced the crying Moar. “No more Moar. I mean, no more crying Moar.” Anonymouse said, attempting to comfort Moar. “I want my life back, but I don't want you to go anywhere. You are probably almost completely out of your mind Moar, but you have a sweetness to you that I think I can appreciate. I don't want you to leave.” “I will do as you wish Master”, and Moar smiled, with bright white teeth that seemed too strait and perfect to be real, “... but you have been changed. I can return it if you desire master. May I? From now on will do as you say and not assume I know your wishes.” Anonymous jumped, still sore from her surgery, “...uh, no. No Moar. Lets just see what we can do with what we have.” They started walking towards the house.
>> Anonymous
“Well... maybe just a normal sized one. There's something I want to give you Moar.” They entered the house and took off their clothes. They let them drop on their way to the bedroom, and Anonymous lay on the bed. “Just a moment master, it will not hurt at all.” Moar said as she clasped her palms together. A faint light appeared from between her hands, and when she separated them she reveled what appeared to be a white ball of goo, possibly the substance from which she was formed. Moar rubbed her hands across Anonymous'es scars, and seemingly wiped them away, revealing the undamaged female anatomy that Anonymous had not see since it all had started. Moar rubbed Anonymous gently, searching and probing for Anonymous'es cute little clit. Once she found it, Moar pinched it between her thumb and index finger, and with one quick tug produced an impressive rigid penis and testicles, still dripping from the goo that Moar had rubbed on the area. “Is that acceptable Master?” Moar asked. Anonymouse replied, “You've done well Moar, but one more thing, please don't call me Master, call me by my name or Mistress if you want, but not Master. “...but Master, uh, Mistress, you have a penis? Shouldn't I call you Master?” Moar questioned. “No Moar, I don't like it. Now lay down, I want to give you something” Anonymous smiled as she spoke and stood up. Moar rested on the bed, her knees together nervously, “...but Mistress, I am afraid. I have never done this before.” Anonymous laughed a little, “thats all right Moar, neither have I.”
>> Anonymous
>>341455
You may claim your free internet at the front desk.
>> Anonymous
You should go here

http://67.15.245.15/~spiritpl/board_f3/viewforum.php?f=6
>> Anonymous
bump
>> Bowser
Wowzers!
Excellent story Anonymous. I was thrilled as every post advanced.
I guess a lot of time will pass before we can hear another fanfic futa fantasy with these characters.
cheers!
>> edo_hure !CY6ac/sjcI
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
Fucking epic-win!!
>> Anonymous
Moar and Anonymous went to the store.
Moar and Anonymous couldn't wait any more.
Moar and Anonymous fucked on the floor.
Paging for cleanup, here on isle four.
>> Anonymous
moar!
>> Anonymous
lovely
>> Anonymous
This still needs illustration.
>> Anonymous
This still needs illustrations.
>> Anonymous
Thank you all. No moar this weekend, but maybe there will be moar next Friday or Saturday.
>> Anonymous
hopefully this thread'll still be here by then, Anonymous
>> Anonymous
>>341894
Can threads last that long?
>> edo_hure !CY6ac/sjcI
>>341935
i don't think so, but as long as the new thread starts with the same pic, i think we'll recognize it...
>> Anonymous
This needs to be saev'd