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Is there any chance that someone could repost Chapter 8 of the "Curse of 4chan" story that was posted just last night? I forgot to save it :(
>> Anonymous
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In return I offer a few pics from my /d/ folder.
>> Anonymous
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And another...
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>> Anonymous
>>347452

FOR THE LOVES OF JEBUS SAUCE
>> Anonymous
>>347514
He was the first futanari/androgynous site I visited, when I was underage. Rebis Dungeon was my introduction to this world I can no longer escape. One way or another, Dickgirls WILL exist.
>> Anonymous
>>347458
need sauce
>> Anonymous
>>347514

It's on the side of the picture.
http://www.dec.sakura.ne.jp/~rebis/

>>347515

Indeed, Rebis is king.
>> Anonymous
>>347452here ya go
Moar purred like a cat. Anonymous kissed Moar's ear gently, “Well Moar, tonight is about you. Did you.. you know?”. Moar paused for a moment, “I am having a wonderful night Mistress. Are you content?”. Anonymous replied “Oh, I came hard, but I don't think I've ever witnessed you climaxing. Do you get anything out of this?” Moar smiled, “I am happy when my Mistress is happy. It is my purpose”. Anonymous slowly sat up, and say silently for a moment before saying, “That sounds like you're avoiding telling me you didn't orgasm.” Moar quickly replied “Mistress, please do not be angry at me. Truly I am content. Moar loves her Mistress.” Anonymous rolled back on her heels and got off the bed, “I love you too Moar, but I won't be done tonight until you cum.” Moar sat up and waited quietly while Anonymous looked through the dresser drawers. “I should have thought of this before” Anonymous said, as she turned around holding a small cluster of belts, buckles, and cuffs, “This is the kind of thing you will enjoy.” Anonymous climbed up onto the bed, “Turn over”. Moar did as she was told, and rolled over onto her stomach. Anonymous started by attaching thick leather cuffs to Moars ankles, then ordered “get up on your knees”. Moar did as she was told, and got on her hands and knees. Anonymous reached around Moar's thighs, one at a time, and buckled thick leather restraints around each of them. Anonymous lifted Moar's left ankle, and clipped the cuff to the thigh restraint. Then she did the same with the right ankle and thigh. She climbed up over Moar, and reach her arms down the length of Moar's arms. Anonymous clasped her fingers around Moar's wrists, and then sat back, pulling Moar's arms out from under her. Moars head flopped down onto the mattress, as Anonymous placed thick leather cuffs on Moar's wrists and affixed them to her ankles. Anonymous stood up and walked out of the room.
>> Anonymous
>>348131
Moar rocked side to side slowly, adjusting herself to be slightly more comfortable. A few minutes later, Anonymous returned, “You know Moar, now that you won't be impersonation me any more, we don't need to dye your hair anymore. I think we'll just let it grow out white. Anonymous was hiding something behind her back, as she lowered down and started crawling behind the bed in reach of the electrical outlet. “Of course, first we should get rid of the black hair”, and with that Anonymous stood up and clicked on a buzzing set of electric shears, “This will be a lot faster than bleaching it”. Anonymous crawled back up onto the bed, then leaned Moar back onto her knees and toes. Anonymous said “hold still”, and brought the shears up to the back of Moar's head. She started by shaving a single stripe up the middle. The sound of the sheers deepened and slowed occasionally as they proceeded, as if the were bogging down in the thick hair. The shears left behind nothing but a trail of thin white stubble. Anonymous took another strip out, leaving a widening valley on Moar's scalp. “No turning back now”, and Anonymous smiled mischievously. Moar sat silently, closing her eyes to keep from getting hair in them. Anonymous shaved up the side, and uncovered Moar's ear. “This is funny, you've given me so many piercings that I jingle when I walk, but you don't even have pierced ears. Maybe we should fix that?”, and Anonymous ran her free finger up and down Moar's earlobe, “or maybe I will leave your perfect little ears the way they are.” Anonymous continued shaving, then changed direction to catch the remainder. When Anonymous finished, Moar's head was bald, with the exception of thin white stubble, and a pile of black hair beneath her on the bed. Anonymous clicked off the shears and dropped them down through one of the openings in the rod-iron headboard. She pushed Moar forward, onto her face, breasts, and knees.
>> Anonymous
>>348136
“Lets try this again”, and Anonymous crawled between Moar's legs. Anonymous slid her already hardening penis between Moar's thighs, and rubbed it on Moar's belly. She slid back and pressed the tip between Moar's wet labia. She moved in an up and down rubbing motion in the entrance, then a circular motion, then she pause. Anonymous smiled as she said “surprise”, and then quickly lifted the penis to Moar's relaxed and unsuspecting asshole. She pushed it in before Moar could react. “Oh” Moar squeaked, and clenched by reflex, but it was too late. Anonymouse put her hands around Moar's thighs, and held her close. She rotated the penis in circular motions, to try to get it to go further in. Slowly she progressed, as Moar hummed softly through her nose. As Anonymous worked deeper into Moar, she leaned far forward, and slid her hands beneath Moar's breasts. Anonymous took Moar's nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, pulleg them outward gently. Anonymous'es penis reached a stop, and Anonymous changed to pushing it in small short thrusts, while Moar made small moaning sounds. Anonymous pinched Moar's nipples between her finders tightly, and Moar moaned more loadly. She started rolling and twisting them between her finger tips as moar moarned “Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Aaaa, Oh” Moar pressed her face into the mattress, and hummed loudly. When Moar created this penis for Anonymous, she made it of an impressive size, so it did not surprise Anonymous that more than half of it was still outside of Moar. Anonymous felt like she could feel a corner though, so she decided to change her approach.
>> Anonymous
>>348141
Anonymous released Moar's nipples, and grasped Moar by the waist. She moved her penis in small circles as she rolled Moar over onto her side. The positioning was tight, as Anonymous now sat over one of Moar's legs, and had Moar's other leg spread above her. Anonymous made short thrusts into Moar, feeling for what she had felt before, then finally made a firm push, and slid the rest of the way in. Moar's eyes widened and her mouth hung open, as she gasped and panted. Anonymous felt surprised to have gotten the whole thing in, because she estimated the new penis to be a foot or more long. Anonymous started pumping in and out in short strokes, staying deep moving faster as she went. She gradually lengthened her stroke, first by a few inches, and then further. She lengthened her strokes until she was taking the whole length. She exited, reentered and pushed all the way in in one motion. She did it again and again. Moar started to yell “Oh, Oh, Oh, Mistress, Oh, Oh Oh, Aaaaa”, as Anonymous reached her hand forward. Anonymous continued pumping into Moar, as she rubbed and located Moar's cute little clit. She took the clit between her thumb and index finger, and started to roll and twist it slightly. “Aaaa, Oh, Mistress, Oh, Oh, Master, Mistress, Oh” Anonymous kept pumping, as she rotated her fingertips and dug into Moar's clit with her fingernails. Anonymous continued twisting and pinching them as Moar screamed. The pumping and screaming continued. Pumping and twisting and screaming. Moar suddenly stopped screaming and held her breath. Her body began to flex and shake. Anonymous released Moar's clit, and continued to pump her ass as she rolled Moar onto her stomach. Moar twitched and moaned and arched. Anonymous could no longer hold back any more, so she thrust as deeply as she could and let go. They both lay there panting, with Anonymous on top of Moar. Moar's twitching subsided as she and Anonymous'es breathing slowed.
>> Anonymous
>>348153
Anonymous pulled out of Moar and sat back onto her knees. Anonymous looked at Moar for a moment and spoke, “What an awful mess. I guess this is why the call it your pooper.” Anonymous felt something wet beneath her hand. She lifted it and smelled of it. She looked more closely at Moar and saw a stream of urine pouring out of her. Anonymous slid back off the edge of the bed and looked at the puddle Moar had made. “You wet yourself Moar. Does that mean you climaxed?” Moar was panting faintly, “Oh yes Mistress, many times. Please forgive me, I could not stop myself”. “Don't worry about it.” Anonymous replied, “Next time we'll put down a towel. We could clean the mattress, but we need a new one anyhow. Tomorrow is Saturday, so maybe we can find one at a garage sale or something.”. Anonymous walked around the side of the bed and reached in towards Moar. She rolled Moar onto her side, then rolled her over again off the far side of the bed, “thump”, onto the floor. Moar giggled. Anonymous scooped up the hair clippings with her right hand, and pulled the sheets off the bed with her right. She took the sheets outside, letting the hair blow away in the wind. It was starting to rain, but Anonymous didn't think it could be any worse for the sheets than the urine, so she hung them on the clothesline anyway. As Anonymous walked back int other house, she decided to leave the door open, so that the cool air and pleasant rain smell could drift throughout the house. Anonymous on the other hand, smelled like Moar's asshole, so she decided to take a shower. It was the first time in a long while that Moar hadn't given her a sponge bath, so it felt like a long overdue cleaning. Despite her fondness for her impressive new penis, she managed to clean it and the majority of her body without becoming aroused.
>> Anonymous
It was near the end of her rinse that her thoughts turned towards gratification. Moar was tied in a filthy ball in the bedroom floor, so Anonymous decided it would be OK to just yank one off. She grabbed the bottle of body wash off the shower shelf, and turned the bottle upside down. She held it high above her head, attempting to aim the long distance above her penis with the stream of soapy jell. She missed at first, but managed to hit her target with the remainder of the squeeze. She put the bottle down, and put both hand around her penis, rubbing the wasteful amount of soap up and down it's length. The slipperiness made it all the more sensitive, as she stroked up and down it's length. This new penis was much smaller than the old one, but it was still very large, and much easier to manage. She started to wonder what the hospital had done with the old one after they removed it, but those thoughts faded quickly as she continued to stroke and breath more heavily. She neared climax, and had a thought. She stopped stroking and quickly rinsed the soap from her. As she turned of the water, she could hear the loud sound of the now heavy rain hitting the trailer house. Still frustratingly erect, she exited the shower and toweled dry, pausing momentarily to stroke herself and maintain her erection. Slowly pumping her penis with the right hand, she traveled back into the bedroom. Anonymous walked over to where Moar was, and stood above her. Moar was on her stomach, and couldn't see what was going on behind her, although she could hear Anonymous approach. “Mistress, may I be released to shower as well”, Moar asked, as Anonymous stood above her, pumping her penis faster and faster, “I am very dirty”. Anonymous replied, “Not just yet Moar. You look so cute down there”.
>> Anonymous
Anonymous rubbed the head of her penis, attempting to rush the end. After a minute of work she finally she came. Cum sprayed onto Moar's naked back, then her neck and the back of her shaved head, and then finally in a thin line stretching from Moar's lower back and across her right ass cheek. Anonymous became gradually flaccid, and shook a few drops out onto Moar. She squeezed her penis from the bottom to the top like a tube of toothpaste, attempting to get the last bit out. The drop oozed onto the tip of the penis, so Anonymous crouched down and wiped it on a bare part of Moar's skin. Anonymous walked over to the dresser, and opened the bottom drawer. She pulled out a few objects and walked back over and squatted beside Moar. Taking a baby wipe, she carefully cleaned the waste and fluid from Moar, while making sure to leave behind the cum that she had just deposited. Anonymous glanced around for a nearby trash can, but none were within sight, so she balled up the used baby wipe and pushed it gently into Moar's rectum with her index finger. Anonymous followed that by liberally applying a supply of baby powder to Moar's crevice. Moar was so pale, that it was hard to tell where Anonymous had applied powder and where she hadn't, but never the less she coated her thoroughly. Finally, Anonymous followed the baby powder with a diaper. It was tricky to get everything in place with just her two hands, but she managed to secure it in place satisfyingly straight and tight. The diaper was white, with pink bunnies and yellow suns printed on it. Although it was nearly sunrise, the heavy rain and clouds kept the outside sky dark. Anonymous walked over to the light switch and turned it off. She climbed into bed, laying parallel to the headboard to avoid the wet urine that soaked into the foot end of the mattress. Anonymous yawned, “Good night Moar. We'll play in the morning”, and she fell fast asleep. “Good night Mistress”, said Moar, from her spot in the bedroom floor.
>> Anonymous
Chapters 1-8
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=LH0HGEHS
>> Anonymous
fail
>> Anonymous
/r/ picture of Moar in final scene.
>> Anonymous
>>348131
OP here. Thanks very much!
>>348023
Sorry, I don't remember where I got that one.