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Anonymous
dear 4chan,
as an early xmas present i thought id repost my favorite /d/ story.
>> Anonymous
Later that night she was tossing and turning in bed, her stomach full of slightly too much Butterfinger ice cream. The house was silent. Everyone else was in bed. Or should have been. Lindsay had almost dozed off when a soft, dry rustling sound brought her back to wakefulness. At first she thought it was the cat scratching at her door, but as she sat up she realized that it was coming from somewhere inside the room. A twinge of fear shivered through her body. They’d never had rats or mice in the house before. Was it a bug? Whatever it was, it sounded big. Lindsay was scared. She felt the urge to huddle underneath her blankets and hide until it went away. Instead, she gathered her courage and reached out to turn on the lamp beside her bed. Just as she touched it, the noise suddenly stopped. She flicked it on and jumped back into the center of her bed, clutching the sheets tightly around her as light spilled out into the room. There was nothing there. She peeked carefully over the sides of her bed, seeing only the rug and a few Girls’ Life magazines.

Taking her heaviest pillow to use as a weapon, she got out of bed and padded slowly towards the door. Right as she reached it she froze, looking down. Peeking out from the crack beneath her door was the round half-circle of a cheerio. Puzzled, she opened the door. Before her loomed a seven-foot wall of cheerios. They covered the doorway completely as if the entire hallway had been filled with them. And they were moving. They were alive and crawling over each other like a mass of legless insects, filling the air with the heavy smell of whole grain oats. Lindsay ran and jumped back onto her bed. She huddled and clutched the pillow over her head, and screamed.
>> Anonymous
She was still screaming when her parents came in. Her mother soothed her, wanting to know what was the matter. The cheerios were gone. Lindsay told her that it was just had a nightmare. She didn’t want them to think she was crazy. After a little while her parents left, her father muttering something about ‘night terrors’ as they walked back upstairs. When they were gone, Lindsay stuffed her blanket under the crack of her door and sat up with the light on. She tried her best to stay awake all night, but after a few hours she finally fell asleep. When she awoke there were a handful of crumbs in her bed.

For a few weeks afterward Lindsay was able to sleep on the floor in her sister Susan’s room, though she had to use all of her allowance as a bribe. Then her parents found out and made her go back to her own room. Lindsay’s dad got her a lock for the door, telling her it would he;lp her to feel safe. It didn’t.

The very first night she was back in her room, she heard the rustling noise again. She’d kept the lamp on but this time the light didn’t seem to he;lp. She huddled there, watching the door and hoping it would go away. Then the blanket moved. She’d stuffed it under the door again as tightly as she could, but now one corner of it was being pushed back into her room by something on the other side. Lindsay was pretty sure she knew what that something was. The cheerios were coming for her.
>> Anonymous
Just then the lamp went out and the room was plunged into darkness. She stifled a scream, telling herself it was just a nightmare. Cheerios couldn’t move or unplug lights. They didn’t come after people. Then something light and dry brushed against her cheek, and all rational thought left her mind as she was seized in the cold grip of terror. She opened her mouth to scream, gagging as it was immediately filled with tiny rings of cereal. She felt it moving all over her body. She bit and chewed and spit, trying to clear her mouth so she could call for he;lp. But no matter how much of it she crunched up, more always took its place.

The cheerios seemed to collect into narrow tendrils as they snaked over her body. She shuddered in shock and disbelief as she felt the buttons of her pajama top being pulled open one by one. Suddenly she was grabbed around the arms and ankles and lifted up above the bed, her face toward the ceiling. Dry, searching fingers of cereal probed into the waistband of her pj bottoms and yanked them down just as her shirt was pulled up over her head. She was still too young to wear a bra, and she immediately felt the cheerios coil around her small, developing breasts and squeeze them roughly. Lindsay whimpered and kicked as her panties were stripped off. No, she thought, it couldn’t want that. *Please* let it not be that…
>> Anonymous
Her legs were quickly restrained while another tendril slid up slowly along her inner thigh. Two more gripped her buttocks, holding her up and kneading her firm athletic flesh as more began circling over her nipples. Lindsey gasped though her nose, her mouth still full of cheerios. It was weird and horrible, but the touching felt almost good at the same time. Then she felt the tendril rubbing lightly over her exposed labia, and she thrashed about uselessly as it began nudging and probing at her most private spot. It caressed the lips of her young vulva almost tenderly for a few long minutes before she felt it nudge harder at the entrance to her VAGINA. Her body stiffened as she felt it pushing inside her. It felt rough, even though the surface had been moistened by her fearful sweat and the natural wetness within her.

At that moment there was a quiet knock on the door. Her mother’s voice called out, asking if she was okay. The cheerios quickly drew away, vanishing into the darkness just as abruptly as they’d arrived. Lindsay could still feel some remnants in her VAGINA and ass as she got up weakly and pulled her pjs back on. Her mother looked concerned when Lindsay opened the door, but the explanation of another nightmare seemed to put her at ease. When she’d gone back up to bed, Lindsay went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, feeling ashamed and violated as she let the last of the soggy cereal mush drip out of her body. She still hated cheerios. Now more than ever.
>> Anonymous
goodnight, /d/
>> Anonymous
couldnt u set the mood with a sexy erotic pic that somewhat represents ur story rather than some cheerios?
>> Anonymous
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Wow.
>> Anonymous
Fuck man I'm loling
>> Anonymous
>>728266

Did you even read it? The Cheerios ARE representative of the story.