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The Curse of 4chan Anonymous
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Previous chapters:
http://rapidshare.com/files/19289730/The_curse_of_4chan__Chapters_1-12.zip.html
New chapter to follow immediately.

Please consider posting pictures of any fetish represented in any part of the story.
>> Chapter 13 (The final bump) Anonymous
Moar and Anonymous sat with their back leaning against the outside of the wall to the bump village. Waiting for the bumps to return was boring, so Moar leaned against Anonymous and attempted to nap. Anonymous already had an erection, so she passed the time by slowly stroking it. Keeping it hard, but not letting it reach climax. As she rubbed herself lazily, she ask, “Moar, that sauce they said they were getting, What is it? I thought you said that nobody here eats.” Moar replied, “Mistress, you've been to 4chan, sauce is source, just like moar is more. It is more fun to say things wrong”. “Okay, sorry” Anonymous responded, “so the bumps really are bumps?”. Moar paused then answered, “Sort of. The bumps represent bumps. They exist briefly just to act as petitions, and usually do nothing other than play and have fun. The bumps want to be helpful, but the environment of the Internet is somewhat beyond them”. Anonymous paused for a moment, letting what Moar said sink in, then she started stroking herself again and asked, “If the bumps walk around like little people, does that mean there is a village of moars somewhere?”. Moar smiled, “Well no Mistress, not really. Moars are just bumps named 'Moar'. When you created my bumps, they found a door to access you, and used a piece of the sauce it to fulfill their purpose. Those bumps no longer exist here, they are part of myself”. “That sounds like they had a complicated job to do”, Anonymous responded, “I mean, if there were other people like you out in the world then I would have known of you before now, right?”. “It was very rare Mistress,” Moar answered, “bumps almost never successfully complete their goals”. Anonymous stopped stroking herself, “Are they really going to be able to send us back then?”. Moar reached over and started slowly stroking Anonymous'es penis for her, “Yes Mistress, I think I know what they are planning”.
>> Anonymous
Anonymous was painfully hard when the bumps returned and interrupted the girl's diversion. Mayor Bump and Dr. Bump were there, along with twenty or more unmarked bumps. Four of the bumps were pushing a dolly with a steaming bowl of dark liquid loaded onto it, while the other bumps were carrying what appeared to be tiny brushes, rollers or and other painting tools. “Please follow us”, called Mayor Bump gleefully as she waved her arm, “We have a location picked out for this”. Moar and Anonymous stood up and followed. Anonymous blushed with embarrassment as her already hard penis bounced up and down in front of her as she walked. What may have been quite a distance for the bumps was a fairly short walk for Moar and Anonymous, so before long they arrive at the chosen location. “Please have a seat Mistress”, Doctor Bumps said as she motioned towards a small structure, “We will need you to st rattle it, so we can access your underside”. Anonymous approached the structure and prepared to sit. It appeared to be a tiny stone house, but with a gap in the middle of the second floor, and only a slight pitch to the two sides of the roof. Anonymous put a leg on either side of the small building, and slowly squatted. She looked up at Moar. Moar nodded her head that it was fine. The seat was a little uncomfortable, and she could feel a slight breeze blow past her testicles, which now dangled into the gap. Dr. Bump spoke, “For the first part, we will need you to sit as still as possible”, and then she waved the start to her workers. The bumps started running around, dipping their brushes and rollers into the bowl of dark liquid and then entering the house.
>> Anonymous
Anonymous could hear them running up the little staircase inside, and then exiting onto the area below her. She could feel a few of them pulling on her labia rings, opening her pussy to the cool air. “Oh, my...”, and Anonymous covered her mouth with her hands as she felt the bumps get to work. She could feel them painting her with their brushes, all over her labia, up into her. She could feel one of the bumps crawling into her and painting her vagina from the inside, and another reaching it's tiny arm into her urethra with a paintbrush. Her penis became hard, and Anonymous strained to resist the temptation to move around. The bumps started painting the testicles with their rollers, pushing it and changing it's positioning in order to coat every part of it. Anonymous looked down to see what the bumps were doing, as they continued to paint and run up and down the stairs between her and the bowl of dark liquid. Moar stayed out of the way and watched carefully. The bums stated painting the bottom side of Anonymous'es penis, first using rollers, then using rollers on poles. One of the bumps climbed up onto the top of the penis, and carefully walked out to the tip. She started painting the head of the penis with a roller. The penis flinched, and the bump nearly lost her balance. Anonymous instinctively put her hands in place to catch the bump, but it wasn't necessary, the bump recovered her balance and continued to work. The bump finished the head and worked her way down the shaft, leaving little painted footprints behind that were quickly covered as she painted. The pain was thick and dark. It looked like some kind of thin tar that covered every part that it touched with a thin rubbery shine. The bump on top of her penis reached the base and covered the last part of the penis, as she attempted to balance and walk up the steep slope of Anonymous'es body. Suddenly the bump slipped, and was straddling the penis, belly down with her arms and legs to either side.
>> Anonymous
The bump squirmed for a moment before it became apparent that she was stuck in the thick black goo that now coated the penis. Anonymous reached her hand to help free the bump. “No Mistress”, Dr. bump yelled, “you must not disturb them.” Anonymous stopped herself, and continued watching the bumps work. The bumps started applying another coating over the first. The first coat made it more difficult to feel the them as they painted on the second. They painted over every location that had been painted before, and when they reached the bump that had become stuck to Anonymous'es penis, they painted over her, sealing her to the surface of the now heavily coated penis. The bumps continued to apply paint, recovering areas they thought were thin, and using up the last of the dark liquid that was within the bowl, until there was nothing left but a dark residue. Now that their work was completed, they scurried down stairs and out of the house. The bumps cleaned the area in front of Anonymous, as if they knew something was going to happen there. “Now we wait”, said Dr. Bump, while they stood patiently. Moar walk over and crouched next to Anonymous, taking her and and putting her arm around Anonymous. Anonymous watched the penis as the coating dried. First it seemed to loose it's shine and became dark, then it started feeling warm. Anonymous started to feel something like an itch running over the penis, over her testicles and up into her vagina. Her penis flexed, attempting to harden within it's tight casing. A drop of precum oozed out of the tip, and Anonymous could hear a steady drip as her pussy salivated. Anonymous started to breath heavily, all she could think of was release. The dark goo stated to make steam, as it slowly dissolved. While the coating evaporated, small but growing holes developed in it. Anonymous'es penis was red, like she had been in a hot bath, and was sweating.
>> Anonymous
The bump straddling the penis regained her freedom of movement and sat up, but remained where she was. “Ohhh”, the bump cried out with her little voice, as if she were feeling everything Anonymous was feeling, but had never experienced anything similar before. Anonymous'es pussy was drooling heavily, to the point that it no longer made a dripping sound. The coating finished dissolving, while Anonymous sat, sweating and panting. Dr. Bump nodded her head at Moar, and Moar nodded back. Moar reach out with her hand and started stroking Anonymous, giving attention to the head of her penis. The penis erupted in a flow of cum. It fired several feet ahead of them, and was then followed by another wave, and another. Anonymous wrapped her arms around herself, not knowing what to do with them. The more release she received, the more she release she needed. The bump riding the base of her penis suffered likewise, running it's hands up and down her tiny body, over her tiny nipples over and over. Moar continued to stroke Anonymous, while the puddle of cum before them slowly grew larger and deeper. A bubble formed and popped in the middle of the pool, then another. Moar stopped stroking Anonymous and licked the cum from her hand as she leaned forward to examine the pool of cum. A drain was forming, a funnel in the cum that descended deeper than the ground below it should have allowed. “Mistress, this is our doorway”, Moar said, as she turn back towards Anonymous. Anonymous stood and slowly approached Moar, struggling to control her quivering body, “Do do you know, Ohhh, where it will take us. Ohhh”, and Anonymous continued to shake and cum. “I have your semen stored in two locations Mistress”, Moar replied, “The refrigerator and the freezers in the shed. I should think we would come out in one of those places. If it is the freezers, I fear we may emerge and immediately freeze to death”.
>> Anonymous
“I will try to check our door”, Moar reached her arm into the vortex. Her expression drew downcast, then she started smiling. “It is not the refrigerator, but it is also not the freezers. The door is elsewhere.”, and with that Moar braced herself and started pulling on something within the vortex with both of her hands. She strained, and then finally the object gave. Moar pulled out a pipe, it was long and thick and shiny, with a texture to it so that could only be moved in one direction. Anonymous recognized it and laughed, “Were going to look like the biggest sperm ever... Oh”, and then she clenched and ejaculated again. Moar stood up and helped Anonymous toward the pool. Anonymous got down on her hands and knees and put her face near the vortex. Moar delivered a push, “bump”, and Anonymous went in. It was dark and slimy in the pool. Anonymous could feel tight slippery walls stretching near her. She felt as if it was too small, that she could not enter it, but as soon as she got her arms into it she felt a suction, and was pulled into it.
>> Anonymous
Anonymous felt her entire body slide through the slippery opening, then all at once it was over. She sailed weightlessly through the air, and crashed painfully on her back on the ground. Moar soon followed, and collided with her on the ground in a pool of slippery cum. Anonymous was still erect and stimulated, so she reached down and stared stroking her member, “This call for a victory fap”. Moar giggled. They were sitting in a well lit room, with white linoleum floors and a smell of antiseptic and cum. On a long table rest a giant penis connected to some kind of life support system. It was obviously the one that the hospital had previously removed from Anonymous, and now the source of their escape. As Anonymous continued to stoke herself, a tiny voice moaned, “Ohh”. Moar and Anonymous looked down and saw a bump, rolling around in the pool of sticky cum. Moar scooped the goo covered bump up in her hands and cradled her as the bump continued to writhe in pleasure, “You shouldn't be here”. Moar and Anonymous looked at each other with straight faces.
>> Anonymous
wtf, no roleplay threads
>> Anonymous
>>355019
It is the "Alternative" section. So why not?
>> Anonymous
>>355027
alternative =/= roleplaying. There was a sticky saying no roleplaying. Get with it
>> Anonymous
>>355030
It's not roleplay. Where have you been the last three weeks? This fic is well know around here.
>> Anonymous
>>355031
Doing better things, and if I'm not going to let sweaty furries post AIM info, I'm not going to let bullshit dickgirl roleplay get posted. the 4chan names cinch it.
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Sid somebody say dickgirl?
>> Anonymous
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Bondage and suspension are also great fun.
>> Anonymous
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Futa vs non-futa always in there.
>> Anonymous
posting pics never excuses faggotry.
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>> Anonymous
no
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>>355049
don't like futa?
>> Anonymous
>>355032
Several problems with that,
1: this has NOTHING to do with those delusional bastards.
2: This is not AIM info.
3: This is not role play.
4: This is fan fiction.

Determination: You fail at life, 4chan, and /d/. GTFO.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
No, its roleplay that written well, based on pics, and takes up MORE useless space than the RP-fags. If I don't want to hear them talk about talking about that shit, I don't want to actually see this shit.
>> Anonymous
>>355060
No roleplay anywhere in sight. Go back to /b/ where you came from fag.
>> Anonymous
>>355019
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>>355049
>>355060
same retard
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Uhm, no, lol.
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>> Anonymous
tl;dr
take fanfiction to fanfiction sites
get roleplay back to furcadia
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>>355087
sage fir toons as well now. Wanna keep adding?
>> Anonymous
>>355093
Are you talking to me or the other Anon? How many post have you taken up with your bawling?
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COUNTER AGE!
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>> Fappo Man
I demand more of this self-service futa! Do it in the name of... uh... SOMETHING!
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>>355149
not as much of it out there as I would have assumed
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>> Chapter 14 (The undiscovered fetish) Anonymous
The escaped bump soon became the least of their worries, they could hear a key begin to jiggle in the lock of the door leading into the room. Moar and Anonymous quickly stood up and pressed themselves against the wall next to the door hinges. As the door opened, they stayed hidden behind it. Anonymous struggled to stay quiet, her penis still erect and oozing cum. She could feel the saliva pouring out of her pussy, and could feel her own pulse vibrating from her pussy to the tip of her cock. Every moment felt like an eternity, she needed to stay hidden, but she needed to cum. Very quietly she reached down and gently stroked herself. The door swung shut, and standing a few feet away from them was a woman. The woman had not noticed them yet, and had her back to them. The woman walked over and looked down at the puddle of cum on the floor. She looked back to the giant penis on the table, the apparent source of the mess. The woman walked over to the penis and set her hand on it. She slowly massaged the head, and watched as it flinched and twitched. For some reason the penis had been put on life support, and Moar suspected that this woman was the reason for it. She looked like a doctor, probably between thirty or forty years old. She had a thin waist, with curvy hips and ample breast hidden beneath her lab coat. Her hair was a dirty blond color that only appears on natural blonds, and was pulled back in a bun on the back of her head. She wore thick glasses, with thick frames that came to fancy points on the outsides. As Anonymous continued to gratify herself, the bump sighed in pleasure, “Ahh”. The Woman turned around quickly, nearly loosing her glasses.
>> Anonymous
As the woman adjusted her glasses, Moar jumped. Moar covered the woman's mouth with her lips, and pressed one hand to the woman's forehead while she continued holding the bump in her other hand. The hand on the woman's forehead glowed faintly for a moment, then Moar backed away removing her hand. The woman didn't move. “Stand up”, Moar commanded, an the woman stood up. She had an empty look on her face, and her mouth was hanging open. Moar closed the woman's mouth by lifting the woman's chin with her index finger. Moar spoke to the woman while Anonymous watch with surprise, “You will bring me the following supplies. A patient's gown, a pair of patient's slippers, A nurse's uniform in my size, a pair of nurse's shoes in my size, a box of prophylactics, a wheelchair, and a blanket. Do you understand?”. “Yes”, the woman quietly replied, then started walking toward the door. “And make sure nobody discovers we are here”, Moar added, as the woman left the room. Anonymous, still stroking with one had, asked “Moar, what just happened?”. “The doctor should do what we want now”, Moar replied, “she will help us leave here”. Moar handed the bump to Anonymous, who held it gently in her free hand. The bump was curled up in a fetal ball, rubbing her nipples and humming. Moar approached the pool of cum and put both hand down onto it. The puddle started to steam briefly, then was gone, as if it evaporated. Anonymous was dripping cum. Moar got down on her hands and knees, licking it off the ground, then lifted her head and cleaned Anonymous with her tongue. She put her mouth over the head of Anonymous'es penis, gently suckling so that Anonymous could continue to cum without worrying about cleanup. The door opened. The woman had returned with the supplies.
>> Anonymous
Exiting the hospital had been surprisingly uneventful. The disguises worked well enough, Moar dressed as a nurse, pushing Anonymous in the wheelchair who was dresses as a patient. One of the condoms kept Anonymous from leaking as they group traveled. The bump was hidden under the blanket, which covered Anonymou'es lap. Even with the disguise someone might have questioned them, due to Moar and Anonymous both being so pale with red eyes, and with Moar having a shaved head under the nurse's hat. Fortunately having the woman, who was a doctor, with them prevented questions. Once out the hospital door, Anonymous stood up, and the group walked the rest of the way to the woman's car. Moar did the driving, and before too long they were home. Anonymous had been masturbating in the the back seat, and had filled the end of the condom to the point that it was starting to leak a little. The drool from her pussy had soaked a large wet spot in the fabric seats. The group exited the car and walked towards the house. Moar picked up all the clothing in the yard and retreated the keys to the front door. They entered the house and closed the door behind them. Moar took the bump and set her in a bowl on the bar that connected the kitchen to the living room. The woman stood motionless while Moar guided Anonymous to the bathroom.
>> Anonymous
Moar sat Anonymous on the toilet and removed the condom. Anonymous continued stroking herself, letting the cum dribble into the toilet. “Moar”, Anonymous asked, “as much as I love this, and I really love this, do you think you could turn it off? I just can't stop. Everything sets it off, and I can't make it relax. Also, something is wrong with the bump, and I think it's connected”. Moar replied, “I can turn it off, but it was caused by material the bump processed, so I will need to thaw several drums of semen to get the necessary material.” Moar drank the cum from the condom in several gulps, then discarded it in the waste basket. “I will return in a minute Mistress”, Moar said, and then she left the room. Moar entered the bedroom and started rummaging though the upper shelves of the closet. She retrieved a clear plastic hamster ball, and then walked into the living room. Moar stopped in front of the woman and spoke, “Call your family. Convince them you had to go out of town on work and will be gone overnight, then end the call. After that remove your clothing, fold them, and place them on the couch”. Moar continued walking to the kitchen as the woman took out her cell phone. She opened the refrigerator and retrieved a small hunk of cheese. Moar sat the hamster ball down next to the bowl the bump was in and then lifted the bump to standing position between her index fingers. “Please listen Bump”, Moar said sincerely, “everything in this world needs to eat, so please try to eat this. “Uh huh”, Bump replied, as Moar handed her the gobbet of cheese. Bup lifted the cheese to her mouth as Moar lifted Bump and placed her within the hamster ball. Moar clicked close the opening of the hamster ball, and placed it within the bowl on the counter top so it could not roll.
>> Anonymous
The woman was naked with the exception of her glasses, when Moar walked passed her on the way to the bathroom. Anonymous was still sitting on the toilet, gradually filling the bowl with her cum. Moar took both of Anonymous'es hands, preventing her from masturbating, and guiding her out of the bathroom. “I have prepared a diversion for you Mistress”, said Moar, as the approached the naked woman. “She's pretty hot Moar”, Anonymous said as she look at the woman, “a total milf if I ever saw one. One thing, I wish her breasts were firmer.” The woman had a near perfect figure, wide childbearing hips, a trim narrow waist, and an attractive space between her thighs where her experienced pussy lips dangled carelessly. He breasts were ample, but sagged as evidence that they had at some time provided milk to her children. Moar cupped Anonymous'es hands together as a way to suggest she resist touching herself for a moment, but as soon as Moar let go of her Anonymous started masturbating again. Moar put her hands together for a moment, creating a faint glow between them, and then separated her hands revealing a lump of sticky goo. Moar started rubbing the goo liberally into the woman's breasts. As she rubbed, steam began to rise from them, and they seemed to change. The breasts were swelling, growing firmer and larger. They pushed against each other in the middle and balooned slightly further than the outside of the woman's shoulders. Moar stopped as the woman put her arms beneath her breasts to support their weight. A small dip of white breast milk dribbled out of one of the breasts and ran down the underside of the breast leaving a wet trail behind it.
>> Anonymous
Moar spoke to the woman, “My Mistress is going to fuck you for a day or two. Do whatever she says, no matter what”. Moar gently pushed Anonymous in the woman's direction, “I have to prepare and purchase supplies Mistress. Please use this to keep occupied in the meantime.”, and Moar grabbed the car keys and left the house, still wearing the nurse's uniform. Anonymous didn't waste a second, “Okay Milf, lay down on your back”. Milf complied though Anonymous practically pushed her down. Anonymous jumped Milf, quickly jabbing her hard dick into her comfortable pussy. Anonymous was too large to get the whole penis in, but that didn't matter, she just pounded away on Milf, violently jabbing all the way to the back with every quick stroke. Anonymous came immediately, but didn't stop. She could not be satisfied and never softened even a little. Pussy is what she craved, and now that she was fucking one she only wanted more. Anonymous continued to cum, wave after wave, over and over. Jizz oozed out of Milf's pussy, as Anonymous continued to fuck. On the counter, in the hamster ball, Bump was writhing in pleasure, feeling everything that Anonymous was feeling, yet Bump had no way to release. None of the bumps had ever had a penis or a vagina, and this bump was no different. The closest thing she had to an sexual organ was her nipples, which she rubbed as she moaned, but they never gave her any release from the sensations that were overwhelming her.
>> Anonymous
>>355197
for the love of christ keep going
>> Anonymous
>>355218
seconded. it's 2:30 in the morning, and i have a full schedule ahead of me tomorrow. i can't be sleeping through it.
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>>354990

A little late, but...

Now you're thinking with portals!
>> Anonymous
>>355420
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>> Chapter 15 (Gratification) Anonymous
The drive into town was long, but for a Sunday afternoon, Moar had been able to enter and leave the sporting goods store in good time. The supplies she had bought cost more than she had anticipated, but now that she was at the novelty shop, she was picking up the last of her planned purchases. Moar placed her basket full of toys and objects on the counter, to let the cashier ring them up. The cashier was a young slender woman, with hair dyed pink, and gold rings piercing her ears and nose. As the cashier passed Moar's purchase over the bar code reader, she made no attempt to hide that she was checking Moar out. She leaned forward a little, to get a look a Moar all the way from toe to head. Moar may not have attracted as much attention in other stores, but in the novelty shop, the cashier was willing to make assumptions about a woman in a nurses uniform, who had a shaved head, and skin as pale and white as the uniform she wore. “That will be one hundred eighty seven dollars and forty nine cents”, said the cashier, as she finished ringing up Moar's purchase. Noticing that she only had twelve dollars left in her wallet, Moar handed the cashier her credit card. The cashier took the card, took one more good look at Moar, and ran the card through the card reader. She pushed a couple of buttons on the register and handed the card back to Moar, “Your card's been denied. Is says you're overdrawn”. Moar was frustrated. She considered simply making the cashier comply, but there were too many witnesses walking through the store and the mall outside. “I think I can make you a deal”, the cashier volunteered, “come with me to the back.” The cashier started walking into the swinging door behind the register, as Moar followed behind her.
>> Anonymous
Moar planned to control the cashier as soon as they were out of sight, but once they entered the back room she noticed two more employees stacking boxes and labeling items. They looked like scrawny adults or teenagers. One of them was male, with black hair and black clothing. The other one was female, with blond hair with a green stripe in it, and dark green clothing. The both stopped what they were doing and positioned themselves to watch whatever was about to happen. The cashier led Moar to a dark empty corner, and gestured towards a lone folding chair that faced out from the walls. Moar quietly sat in the chair, examining her dark surroundings. “Click”, the cashier flipped a switch, which turned on two flood lamps that bathed Moar in light and blinded her for a moment. Moar's eyes adjusted to the bright light, making it impossible to see anything other than her small lit area. She could see just the dark silhouette of the cashier, as she continued to flip switched. Moar could hear a faint humming sound, and could see several small red lights come on in various locations. She thought they looked like they were connected to different cameras but it was difficult to be sure. The cashier seemed to be removing her clothing, and letting it drop into a pile on the floor. She said nothing to Moar as she disrobed, while Moar sat patiently to see what was going to happen next. The cashier walked away out of sight, leaving Moar alone. Moar counted as the seconds passed. Fifteen seconds passed. Fourty three seconds passed. A minute and ten seconds passed. Moar's mind wandered to thoughts of Anonymous back home waiting for her to return. Moar went back to counting. She estimated the count should be around two minutes. Two minutes and twenty seconds. Her eyes watched the small red lights, switching between them. Three minutes. Four minutes.
>> Anonymous
A silhouette that was probably the cashier came back into sight. She was carry and clothes hanger in one hand, which she hung on the structure that seemed to be holding all the cameras. She set a folding chair out directly in from of Moar, but still in the dark out of real sight. She sat in the chair. A quick scraping sounds was followed by the sight of a small flame. The flame when out. Moar saw the glowing tip of a cigarette, then a cloud of smoke that floated through the heavy light. Seconds passed as the smoke spread evenly through the area. The cigarette glowed again, followed by another cloud of smoke, multiplying upon the first cloud, and giving the air a strong burnt smell. Moar coughed just a little. “So”, a voice finally said, “What's your name?” Moar replied politely, “My name is Moar”. “Moare?”, the voice asked, “thats a unique name. It's not what your credit card said your name was”. The cigarette glowed again, and more smoke thickened the already thick fog under the lamp. “The card belongs to my mistress”, Moar answered, “we share our expenses”. Moar covered her mouth, attempting to keep from coughing on the heavy smoke. “Here”, the voice said, as a slender arm reach into the light holding the burning cigarette, “try it. It will help you relax”. Moar cautiously took the cigarette and examined it. The arm receded back into the darkness. Moar slowly brought the cigarette to her lips. She could see the end was already moist with saliva, but she tried to ignore it.
>> Anonymous
Moar slowly inhaled through the cigarette. It tickled and burned all at once. Moar started coughing, painfully. She slumped forward in her chair, nearly dropping the cigarette. Moar attempted to regain her composure, and she offered the cigarette back to the silhouette. “No”, the voice responded, “It's yours now. You had better finish it too, those things are expensive”. Moar put the cigarette back into her mouth. Her head was spinning, and she felt ill. She tried to breath through her nose to avoid the cigarette, but the smoke coming off the tip climbed up her nostril, forcing her to breath through her mouth. She tried to tolerate breathing with the cigarette in her mouth. Grey ash fell off the tip and onto the floor. “I like your uniform”, the voice spoke, “It looks real. Are you a nurse?”. “No, I am not a nurse”, Moar replied meekly, “but the uniform is a real uniform”. “I see”, the voice responded, “It's alright if I try it on, right? Here, hand it to me”. A thin arm reached into the lit area with hand held open. Moar slipped her shoes off and handed them to he hand. The hand receded back into the darkness, as Moar stood up. The lights were even more blinding while standing than they were when she was sitting. The arm returned, awaiting the remainder of the uniform. Moar undid the single button on the uniform, then started removing it. It took some effort to position her arms, but gradually she managed to slip the uniform off over her head. Moar handed the uniform to the hand and stood there naked, except for the leash that anonymous had given her, which was now tied in a bow on her right thigh, so that it would be unseen when dressed. Moar sat back down in the chair, to gain some relief from the lamp flooding her eyes. Moar was gradually getting used to the cigarette, and was surprised when she caught herself taking a drag from it, then exhaling more thick smoke. Grey ash fell from the tip, and onto the floor.
>> Anonymous
Moar could see the silhouette moving. She appeared to be pulling the nurses uniform on over her head and buttoning it up. Moar's eyes glanced around, looking at each of the little red lights of the cameras. The silhouette was standing, looking down the length of her arms, then sticking her leg out and looking down at her feet. “I love this uniform”, the voice said, as she pulled the hanger down from where she had placed it. The silhouette sat back down in her chair and spoke again, “So, whats that thing on your leg? Can I see it?”. Moar untied the leash from her thigh, letting one end dangle from the lock on her clit as she held the other end, “It is a gift from my mistress. I wear it always”. A slender arm reached into the light, with hand open. Moar handed the end of her leash to the hand. The arm receded back into the darkness, drawing th leash into a nearly a straight line extending from Moar out into the darkness. Moar could feel her pulse in her clit as the leash was gently pulled. It swung lazily from side to side, then small loops as if it were a jumprope. “You and your mistress must have fun”, the voice said, as she released the leash and let it slide back towards Moar, “Now that I got to play dress up, I think it's only fair for you to share in the fun. Here, put this on”. A slender arm extended into the light. In the hand was a small stack of long shiny garments. Moar took the stack from the hand, and examined it. It appeared to be clothing, made of shiny black rubber. It was thicker than she would have assumed, but not so thick that it would be unmanageable. The arm receded back into the darkness.
>> Anonymous
Moar started with the gloves. She rolled the sleeve up, and squeezed her right hand into the glove. She snugged the glove around her fingers, and slowly rolled the sleeve out. It extended all the way past her elbow, and stopped just short of her underarm. The left glove went on the same way, extending beyond the elbow and stopping just short of the underarm. All that remained was the leggings, which went on similarly to the gloves. Moar rolled the leg up, and squeezed her right foot into the footie portion. The feet had separate molded toes in it, so moar ran her gloved fingers between her toes, working them into the correct places snugly. Moar tugged on the legging as she slowly rolled them up her leg. The legging reached up beyond her knee, and stopped just short of her crotch. The other leg when on similarly to the first, stopping just short of her crotch. The clothing fit perfectly, and Moar suspected cashier had obviously been carefully sizing her up. “Now these”, the voice said, as a slender arm reached into the light, holding several more garments, which included a pair of boots. As Moar took the clothing, the voice said, “Oh yeah, gimme the smoke back”, and the hand curled it's fingers in a sign to give her the cigarette. Moar complied, handing over the nearly finished cigarette, as a lump of gray ash fell from the tip onto the floor.
>> Anonymous
From the new clothing, Moar started with the garter belt. It was black rubber like the garments, but she had to stand briefly as she pulled them up to her waist and clipped the stockings snuggly to them. The boots followed. They were black leather boots with very tick soles that would make the wearer appear nearly half a foot taller. The boots had two tongues each. The first tongue was normal, it protected the wearer as she laced the boots up, and the second tongues were tucked up into the sides of the top of the laces, so that when all the buckles were buckled, the laces and inner tongue were completely hidden. After finishing the boots, Moar put on the hood. It was shiny black rubber that stretched so that Moar could pull it over her shaved head. A hole in the front allowed Moar's nose and eyes out, but the mask covered her mouth and the remainder of her head, extending onto her neck. Over the bottom of the hood went the last item, a collar. The collar was made of thick black rubber, and was tall enough that Moar had to crane her neck to get it on. It had four chrome rings on it, and it was closed with a pair of heavy buckles in the back. “And now one more thing”, the voice spoke, as her arm once more enterd the lit area. She was holding one object, that Moar took from her. It was a wig. Moar put it on over the hood. The wig was made of black hair, pageboy styled, straight near shoulder length with straight bangs that came down to just above Moar's eyes. The silhouette lit another cigarette, and blew smoke into the cloudy area. Moar sat patiently, the smoke no longer bothering her as it had before. “Aren't you just lovely,” the voice said, “I wonder if your mistress would consider selling you”. She inhaled again, then blew more smoke, “If you were mine, I'd whip you all day and night”.
>> Anonymous
Moar was loyal to Anonymous, but was flattered and blushed, making her lily white body turn pink. The silhouette continued to smoke as Moar sat, puff after puff until the cigarette was finished. Moar watched the little red lights on the cameras. “All right”, the voice finally spoke, breaking the silence, “I'll let you keep the stuff you want to buy. I'm keeping this uniform as a trade. You'll have to figure out how to explain loosing it to your mistress”. The silhouette stood up, and threw something to Moar, “put this on over what you're wearing. If your lucky it might keep you from getting arrested when you walk out of here”. The clothing was a low cut bra made of molded shiny red latex, and a pair of thong panties made of the same red latex. “click” the floodlights went dark, as Moar hurried to dress blindly while her eyes adjusted. Moar was till too blind to see in the darkened stockroom as the cashier took her hand and lead her out into the store. The cashier, still wearing the nurse's uniform, pushed some buttons on the cash register. The cashier pulled a slim slip of paper from the register printer, “and your receipt. We value all our customers and hope we will see you again in the future”. Moar put the receipt in the bag of items, and proceeded to exit the store into the mall. Moar was not shy about her appearance, but did nothing extra to draw attention to herself. She walked at a pace that was comfortable to the new boots, as she carried her bag of purchased items in one hand, and the end of her own leash in the other. While most of the mall was busy and full of activity and noise, Moar found that the location directly around her fell silent as she walked. Everyone she passed stopped whatever they were doing and trained their eyes on her, all the way to the mall exit and into the parking lot. Finally reaching her car, she unlocked it and started her drive home.
>> Anonymous
every every fag with a word processor gets fanfiction.org or a wiki or a livejournal, but no, you have to use my footsex space for your writer's wanking.
>> Sacha
>>355500

Stop trying to incite civil war!
>> Anonymous
Becuase I have no clue how to do the postlink thing, anyone know where that videoclip is from?
>> Anonymous
>>355506
Who are you talking to?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
Dear faggot who keeps saging,

Pls stop posting forever.

Sincerely, Anonymous.
>> peniscockinmypenis
NOW YOU'RE THINKING WITH PORTALS
>> Ehhh.....
>>355500
You have been at this since the thread started. Do you know what you haven't noticed? That nobody else cares. That everybody else has accepted this thread. That nobody cares for your prattling. That, in short, you fail life. Maybe you should get your eyes checked, these things have been pretty blindingly obvious.
>> Chapter 16 (Moist contact) Anonymous
Anonymous removed her penis from Milf's mouth briefly, as Milf gagged and wheezed. Milf couldn't take Anonymous'es dick as far as Moar could, but that didn't stop Anonymous from trying. Milf finished hacking and convulsing dryly, she had regurgitated all she could the first few times Anonymous had choked her on her dick. Tired of waiting, Anonymous started again. She already had Milf held by the hair, so she pulled her head in and continued fucking her mouth. Anonymous came almost immediately, while Milf desperately tried to keep up. Some of the cum she swallowed, but most of it dribbled back out of her mouth and down Anonymous'es penis. It joined the large and growing pool of sticky cum on the floor. The cum covered them both. Every time they changed positions, they drenched another part of their bodies. Every time Anonymous switched to a different one of Milf's holes, the cum was redistributed and multiplied. The parts of their bodies that dried were recoated in more cum, making a thick leathery gooey crust over both of them. Meanwhile, Bump in her tiny container, had struggled to eat what food Moar had left her, but having no other diversion afterwards, returned to the overwhelming sensations that she received as Anonymous fucked every one of Milf's holes over and over. Bump's tiny voice echoing her moans from within the clear plastic hamster ball that held her and kept her safe. Anonymous lifted her head as the door creaked open, and Moar entered the house. Anonymous was surprised at Moar's new rubber outfit, but was too busy skull fucking Milf to say anything. Moar was shocked at the sloppy mess rolling around in the living room, but had nothing good to say about it, so she said nothing. Moar left the front door open, while she walked back to the bedroom to deposit her bag of supplies.
>> Anonymous
Not pausing to change or alter her clothing, Moar walked back out to the car and retrieved a box from the trunk. She opened the box and pulled out a folded blue object. She retrieved a bicycle pump from behind the house and connected it to a nozzle on the object. After about fifteen minutes of pumping Moar had produced a ten foot wide, two foot tall, kiddie pool. Moar disconnected the pump and set it inside the pool so it wouldn't catch wind while she walked to her freezers. Moar returned, dragging a large heavy bucket of cum she had collected and frozen. As she traveled she left a sloppy trail in the thick mud that had developed in the rain from the previous night and this morning. On the top of the bucket rest a hammer. Moar removed the bicycle pump, and placed the bucket upside down in the pool. She tapped around the bottom of the bucket with the hammer, then slid the bucket off off of the cube of frozen cum. She repeated this thirty nine more times, until the kiddie pool was filled with giant bucket shaped cubes of cum. Moar retrieved a plastic tarp from the trunk of the car, and covered the pool, sealing it down with duct tape. The sun was setting as Moar hosed the mud off her new boots and reentered the house. Anonymous had switched to fucking Milf's ass. Anonymous had Milf turned on her side, as she tried to penetrate as deeply as she could get. Anonymous continued to cum, sending wave after wave of warm jizz into Milf's bowels. Milf's rectum was tight enough that nothing was escaping, while Anonymous continued to fill her. Milf groaned in pain, but true to her orders, allowed Anonymous to do whatever she wanted to her. Moar looked at the situation and went into the bedroom.
>> Anonymous
Moar returned from the bedroom holding an object. It was a small pink electric vibrator shaped like a phallus. The vibrator was connected to a remote by way of a short wire. Moar approached Anonymous and crouched down behind her. The piercings on Anonymous'es labia were glistening with the steady flow of pussy juice that Anonymous had been producing. Moar had no difficulty slipping the vibrator into the very slippery Anonymous. Anonymous twitched and shook as it entered her, pounding harder and harder into Milf as a reaction to it. Very gently Moar hooked the labia piercings on Anonymous together, effectively keeping the vibrator inside of her. Then with the flick of the switch on the remote by Moar's rubber gloved hand, the vibrator sprang to life with a steady buzz. Anonymous froze where she was, panting and sweating. Moar helped roll Milf onto her back, while Anonymous continued to slowly grind her hips and pump cum into Milf. Milf's legs were spread wide, while Anonymous lay forward onto Milf's swollen breasts. Seeing Milf's large erect nipples, Anonymous started to carelessly suckle them, drinking the warm milk from within. Attempting to sympathize with Anonymous, Moar lay down beside her and suckled the other breast. Moar looked in Anonymous'es direction, hoping that Anonymous would regain control of herself. Anonymous only continued to gratify herself, seeking as much sexual release as she could. Moar continued suckling along side her Mistress as the breasts grew softer and her belly grew full.
>> Anonymous
Moar stood up and gently pulled Anonymous off of and out of Milf. A large amount clump of cum dripped out of Milf's ass, before it gradually closed and sealed the remainder inside. With the vibrator buzzing inside of her, it was easy to guide Anonymous around the room, her penis still pumping out cum that dribbled down the shaft and off of her wet testicles. The rain had prevented the delivery of the new bed, but the old mattress had more or less dried, although it smelled strongly of urine and mildew. Moar guided Anonymous to the bed and got her to lay down. Moar cuffed Anonymous to the four corners of the bed and pulled a blanket up over her to keep her warm. The blanket formed a tent on the sticky end of her still cumming penis. Anonymous was exhausted without knowing it. She fell asleep almost right away, still climaxing over and over in her dreams. Moar removed her new clothing and took a shower. She cleaned the clothing and hung it on the shower rod to dry. Moar tiptoed around the mess in the living room and retrieved the bowl and the hamster ball from the kitchen that Bump was living within. Bump was still curled up, churning with orgasm. Moar quietly hummed a lullaby until Bump fell asleep. Bump was still twitching in her sleep, but at least she was resting. Moar too the ball back to the bedroom and put it on the dresser. She draped a pillowcase over the ball. Moar set the alarm clock to wake her in time for work in the morning, then lay down in the floor next the bed.
>> Anonymous
>>355500
Die in a fire. This shit's epic, so stop soiling the thread with your faggotry.
>> Anonymous
>>355537
I don't fucking care. If I'm the only one to sage it, I'll just sage harder because i hate the rp fags, i hate the fic fags, i hate all the fags who think their shit ass attempts at cyberwhacking off are important enough to take up more length on my /d.
>> Anonymous
>>355568
whatever
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
If I may comment something, I know 4Chan's reply system is limited, but I can't handle this paragraph-less sentence structure. The format is like a bad website, or a horrible fanfic. For its length, I'm relieved that 4Chan compresses threads when they get long enough.
>> Anonymous
/r/ illustrations
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>355579
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Whaddya mean no paragraphs?
>> Anonymous
>>355604
I think Anonymous would have just preferred that the story be cut into bite sized chunks.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>355450
for the love of GOD MORE of this
>> Anonymous
>>355093
You are threatening that if people don't do what you tell them to, you will sage them EVEN WORSE?

>>355568
You are objecting to people using the jack-off boards for jacking off?
>> Anonymous
>>355640
sauce/ rapidshit?
>> Anonymous
moar
>> Anonymous
>>355568

Ahem... this is not YOUR 4chan.
>> Anonymous
Would anyone be so kind as to megaupload everything so far?
>> Anonymous
To the faggot who is saging this thread: You need to lurk moar. This is like saging longcat on /b/, or saging Futa in /d/. Saging established shit, just doesnt fly. Also, this fic (if you wanna even call it that, Fanfic's are Fanmade fiction for an established story, which this is not)is made of win. YOU, gtfo MY /d/.
>> Anonymous
Learn to scroll down and quitcherbitchen
>> Anonymous Overlord
this is win!!