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I've been refining a new fetish for a few weeks now and I've decided to write a story about it. This is the first part. I posted it as I wrote it the night before yesterday. My thread was deleted, however, because it had no pictures. Well, here is a slightly edited version of the story. Each post will have a suitably /d/ picture that will depict interesting possibilities of the situation in the story.
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Sara sat on her bed, still not quite able to believe what this girl was saying to her. The person beside her seemed to be a ten-year-old girl, wearing a loose gray t-shirt, short brown hair and a baseball cap. "See, feel me, I'm just like normal, right?" Sara reached out her hand and grabbed the girl's wrist. She could feel the bones in her arm, the pulse in her veins.

"Ok, now watch." The girl leaned forward and closed her eyes. In less than a second, gigantic breasts grew on her boyish frame, stretching the fabric of the t-shirt. They were ludicrously large, puffing out into mounds around the areolae that were C-cups in their own right, and the nipples were clearly visible, erect, three-quarters of an inch wide. The new breasts jiggled with their own momentum as the girl gently shook them back and forth.
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"Feel them if you want," she said. Sara reached out a hand and patted the monster on the left. It yielded and swayed around a bit. She began to knead, feeling the soft, warm boob tissue, not any different from her own except for the size. Still disbelieving, Sara reached down and tweaked the prominent, hard nipple. It was a firm nub, yielding a bit to when squeezed, different from the soft breast tissue. The girl let out a squeak of laughter.

"That's too odd," said Sara. "It's not just boobs," said the girl. For a split second, her body lost all its detail, decohering in a blobby mass. She reformed a second later. Now the girl had deep red hair, tied back in a ponytail, wisps escaping to float in the afternoon sun that came down through the window. Gone were the ludicrous breasts. Her face was vaguely similar to before, but now she seemed to be six or seven years older. The T-shirt and jeans had become a beautiful dark green velvet dress, matching her eyes, cut to expose a hint of pearly cleavage. Although she was hardly recognizable, she had the same playful glint in her eyes.
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"I can control pretty much everything about myself." the girl said. "Feel the dress." Sara reached out and took some fabric, rubbed it in between her fingers. It felt like fine fuzzy velvet. The girl smiled. "That's as much a part of me as my body or my hair. I'm made of a universal substrate that I can reorganize however I want to."

It made no sense at all. But the evidence was right here. This girl.. or thing.. was a total shapeshifter. "Where.. um, how.. What are you doing here?" Sara was awed and excited.

The girl smiled hugely. "I'm able to get by pretty well in normal society just by turning myself into whatever kind of person I need to. Just look -" She blurred and became a boy of the same age. Her voice modulated lower to that of a seventeen-year-old boy's. "Fully functional of course." He pointed to his crotch where suddenly there was a virile bulge. "Wanna get a closer look?"

"Um, no thanks," said Sara.

"No biggie", he said, and transmogrified again. She became an old lady complete with small, yapping dog; a businessman with graying hair; a tall African woman with bluish-gray tattoos. Settling back in the form of the boyish ten-year-old with the T-shirt, the girl continued.
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"I came to you because I wanted to try something out. Something I've never done before. I'll have to explain a bit though." The girl caught her breath, thinking about her next words, then continued. "First, I want you to know that I think you're awesome. I've been following you around for a couple days, and I only showed myself to you because I think you're a great person. You're adventurous, you're mischevous, you like people, you have a strong sense of self. I want to help you out. I want.. to give you my service."

Sara was out of her depth. "I don't know what you mean."

The girl nodded. "It's not easy to explain. Here goes. I want to become your skin."

"My skin?!"

"Well, like a second skin. I want.. for you to wear me." Sara recoiled. "Wait. I'll show you. Give me your hand. Don't worry, I'll take it right back off." Sara hesitantly put her hand into the girl's. The shapeshifter's flesh liquefied, spread out, cool over Sara's skin. Soon her arm halfway to the elbow was covered with what looked like a thick rubber glove.

"This is weird," Sara said. "Shhh," replied the girl. "Watch."
>> CatgirlLover
OP....you will have to make this full story out for us to read. Save it to a word document, I mean.

This has the means to be an epic copypasta...keep it up.
>> Anonymous
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The glove seemed to shrink, to conform to Sara's hand, taking on the same texture and color as her skin. She held her hand up in the light. It looked just like... her hand. She rubbed her fingers together and could feel the usual texture of her fingerprints. She clapped her hands and made a completely unremarkable clapping sound. But something was a little bit different. She compared her hands side by side. The skin tone was a little bit smoother. The freckles were more clearly defined. The skin tone on the back of her hand, usually a teeny bit uneven with red blush, was a healthy even color.

"Do you feel the weight?" the girl asked.

Sara waved her hand around in the air. "I guess so," she said. "No... No, I can't tell. It really feels normal."

"Well, I only gave you a little bit. I've found that I can vary my volume immensely, but I can't change my mass. Anyway, the part of me that you're wearing has almost no volume. If you want to do this, that's how it would usually be. You'd look and feel entirely normal - I'd be able to support my own extra mass. You might even forget I'm there!"
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"But why?" Sara asked. She was beginning to understand but she wanted it to be spelled out for her. "Why do you want to do that?"

"Look," said the girl. Sara held her hand up. A quick blur and she was wearing a lady's glove of white leather, long and elegant. "I can make you - " The glove disappeared. In its place, her hand was laden with sparkling rings and jewels. She had the elegant wrinkles of royalty. "- look however you -" Her arm became entirely hairless, pearly white, with flawless, young skin and black lacquered nails. "- want to." Her hand returned exactly to normal. "Think! You'll never have to wear any clothes, put on any makeup. I'll be there, in whatever form you want me to. You'll always be stunningly beautiful. Or not, if you want. You can disguise yourself completely. There's so much more, but I'd have to show you." The girl was honestly excited about this. "Do I have your permission to come aboard, captain?"

Sara laughed. The decision was easy. "Aye aye, sailor," she said.

"Okay, take off your clothes," said the girl.
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Sara was a bit embarrassed to be naked in front of her guest, but she thought to herself that they'd be on much closer terms very soon. She threw her clothes into a pile at the foot of the bed. Now that she was naked she felt kind of silly. She stood in the center of the room and held her arms out. "So now what?"

The spunky girl stood up from the bed, coruscating with excitement. She took two steps toward Sara and her form began to ripple, her hair coalescing into a blob along with her body. She locked Sara in an embrace and immediately began to flow along her limbs, between her legs, over every part of her skin. For Sara it was like sinking into cool mud or clay, a cool encasing touch that spread assiduously over her entire body. Her breath caught in her throat as the coolness spread, and she gasped as if plunged into cold water. She felt it between her butt cheeks, under her arms, sliding over her labia. It didn't feel like the touch of another person at all. As it spread over her face there was a moment when she couldn't breathe, but quickly it reduced down to what seemed like her own skin and hair. The whole process had taken about five seconds.
>> Anonymous
>>977593
I concur, agree, and every other word that means I side with you on this argument.

Put this somewhere where it won't get deleted, and keep up the good work.
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She looked down at her body. She felt her legs, her breasts, her face. It felt exactly like normal.

"Pretty neat, huh?" said someone right in her ear.

Sara turned. There was no one there. Of course not, she thought.

"Ha ha, I guess you'll have to get used to this. This is pretty amazing, you know. You've got a great body." Sara felt lightheaded. She walked over to her wall mirror. Her body was the same as normal.. but not quite. Just like when it was just her hand, she seemed inexplicably more refined. Maybe it was the line of her eyebrow - maybe the set of her collarbone. She realized she was admiring herself.
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"You're so beautiful, you know that?" the voice in her ear said. "I bet you'd look great.. hmm.. OK, I've got it." A quick blur, and suddenly she was wearing an astoundingly beautiful dress. It was light and dark blue in sweeping streaks, there were tiny, glowing pearls strung through the bodice, and it fit her perfectly. It was the most comfortable piece of formal wear she had ever worn.

"Would you care to raise your right foot?" asked the voice. She complied in a daze. When she set her foot back down, she could feel she was wearing a delicate low-heeled shoe. She raised and lowered the other foot and looked down at the deep blue pair. They were quite sparse and elegant.

"We're just beginning," said the voice in her ear.
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The dress suddenly melted away and the shoes disappeared, lowering her back onto her bare feet. The voice in her ear whispered. "I can keep you warm in the coldest of winters. I can protect you from the sun and from the fire. You can walk over broken glass on your bare feet. But look back in the mirror."

Sara looked at her image in the mirror. She was wearing a slight set of underwear now, a black lace bra and panties. "Take off the bra," whispered the voice. She reached in back, unclasped the bra and dropped it. "Now watch."

She felt a tingling in her breasts. As she watched, looking in the mirror, they swelled and burgeoned, doubling and tripling in size. Her nipples - with what felt like a constant zing of electrical charge - enlarged into little excited thumb tips, and her areolae swelled into subtle mounds. When they stopped changing, they were the exact equal of the girl's from before. Sara shook her body and they jiggled. They stuck out from her chest in defiance of gravity. Her heart was beating so fast she almost forgot to breathe.

"Touch them." The voice was breathy and quiet.
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Sara brought her hands up and grabbed her huge breasts. Her hands couldn't cover even the half of them, and they sunk into the soft flesh. She could feel her nipples pressing against her palms.

"How can I feel this?" she asked. "This isn't me, this is you. So how can I feel this?"

"Mmmmm..." whispered the voice. "I'm always aware of my own structure down to the molecular level. So now that I'm your skin, I've gotten to know your body on that same level. It's really pretty easy to pass on the sensations I feel so that you feel them too. But I don't have to pass on everything.

"Try this out. You can do whatever you want and I won't relay any pain to you. I don't really feel pain anyway, so don't worry about me. Pinch them as hard as you can." Sara was skeptical, but game. She grabbed her nipples in both hands and gave them a huge pinch, enough to make her regular body curl up in pain. She cried out, and her back arched involuntarily, bolts of lightning streaking through her body. But there was no pain. Only a blinding wealth of sensation.

"Ah, ah ha, ha. Forgot to tell you about that," said the voice.
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Sara groaned. She was breathing deeply. She gathered up handfuls of breast flesh in each hand, dug in her fingernails, and _twisted_. A sharp feeling exploded in her breasts, like scratching a deep, deep itch. Her eyes squeezed shut and she twisted spastically from side to side. When the wave of sensation died down, she opened her eyes and looked in the mirror. The giant breasts were an angry red. It looked like her fingernails had almost drawn blood.

"Wow," breathed Sara. "That's AMAZING." The red streaks on her burgeoning breasts were already fading back to a healthy skin tone. Evidently it was impossible to seriously harm herself. The sheer volume of sensation had been incredible.

The voice continued in an excited whisper. "There's so much more. I can't create any body shapes that don't contain your real body, but you're so slight that I can do almost anything. I can make you grotesquely fat. I can give you skin that shimmers with the colors of the rainbow. I can - well, look in the mirror."
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Sara looked again at her naked, huge breasted form. A tingling in her crotch alerted her to the next change, but she wasn't prepared for the giant penis that sprouted fully-formed from her mons pubis, erect and throbbing. Every movement of the organ sent shivers down her nerves and through her entire body. She tentatively grasped it with her right hand. It barely fit around the girth, and the burning heat of it was shocking. The sensations coursing through her body were entirely new.

"We'll save that for later," said the voice, and the giant member and breasts disappeared. Jeans and a T-shirt, like the ones she wore to school every day, came into being and fit loosely on her normal frame. "You look just like you always did, but I know different," the voice said. "Even though you're clothed, you're really naked. When you're naked, you're actually clothed. You'll walk down the street and nobody will know I'm here. I'll get off of you whenever you want, and I'll stay as long as you want. THIS IS GOING TO BE SO FUN!"

END CHAPTER 1
>> CatgirlLover
OP...I'm putting this into a Word document, but I need a title and what you want your name to be under "Author." Let me know.
>> Anonymous
OP here. I guess the last picture isn't technically possible because the mouths in the hands would open onto her actual hands. But I'm sure that the shapeshifter could do some sleight-of-hand to imperceptibly make her hands a bit thicker than normal and then open up through the new flesh. I think everything else would be possible, though.
>> Anonymous
>>977609
Choose your own, I guess. I don't care at all.
>> Anonymous
>>977608
This is setting up for a pretty evil villain of a morph-suit. Sara doesn't know what she's gotten herself into.
>> Anonymous
>>977609
You might as well call it Anonymous /d/enizen.
>> Anonymous
this is pretty good, when can we expect chapter two?
>> Anonymous
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>>977610
Dear...God. This was amazing, and totally fappable. I like where this is going!
>> Anonymous
>>977616
Whenever I get horny enough!
>> CatgirlLover
Fixed link:
http://www.mediafire.com/?isyyxl1xiy8

I hope you actually wrote this, because it's very, very good.
>> Anonymous
>>977621
I did indeed write this. I've edited it significantly since I posted it monday night.
>> Anonymous
This story is brilliantly perverse! Thank you for sharing it with us.
>> Anonymous
somebody sticky this thread, and OP, add to it please!
>> CatgirlLover
I wonder...do you have any idea what you want the characters to look like? If so, we could have some drawfags (I'll try, too) make an ero-manga to accompany this.
>> Anonymous
>>977609
I should have thought of that when the Z Chromosome story was still here.
I ended up just screen grabbing the thing.
I guess I'll have to go transfer THAT to a word file.
>> Anonymous
>>977632
That would be out of this world. In fact, even if it's not of this particular story, that's sort of my goal - the establishment of this new fetish in the community.

Anyway, Sara's around 5'3", she's skinny, B cup boobs, dark hair, a pretty cute central/eastern European face with not too many defining features - a perfect blank canvas. The shapeshifter, of course, can look however she wants to. The ten-year-old girl that she sembled in the beginning is skinny, spunky, tomboy-ish, cute round face, cool attitude.
>> Anonymous
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This is sort of what I was imagining the exaggerated breasts to look like.
>> Anonymous
>>977587
>>977649

best images in the thread
>> CatgirlLover
>>977640
If I tried to draw her, what would you want her to wear?
>> CatgirlLover
One more thing....how old is she?
>> Anonymous
>>977655
Junior year of college.
>> Anonymous
This was awesome. When you finish chapter 2, post it up PLEASE.
>> Anonymous
>>977659
I'll probably post it as I write it.
>> Anonymous
harchive away, baby!
>> Eclair
>>977660
How about this for the title

Sara's Skin
>> Anonymous
DO WANT CHAPTER 2! :O~
>> Anonymous
god this is awesome.
more more MOAR!
>> Anonymous
>>977634
Here's the Chromosome Z story from a few days back.
http://www.mediafire.com/?inhtrucwsnw
>> Anonymous
anyone else want an /elit/ board here like there was on 7chan???
>> Anonymous
Why do you have to kid me OP
>> CatgirlLover
>>977793
That would be a fucking awesome world to live in. If I could fuck futas all the time, and watch them get milked, etc. I would love it.
>> Anonymous
Dude. Post this to Literotica.com or something! JEEZE it's awesome! Then, when you've posted it, post us a link!
>> Anonymous
the shapeshifter reminds me of a symbiote from spider-man only better
>> Anonymous
Aren't there a couple of living "sex suits"? I remember seeing some a while back... It was like some parasite that grew into a full body living sex suit... I'd like to see that revived
>> Anonymous
Fuck yeah, dude
Keep working on this, I love it!
>> Anonymous
are you the same person who wrote all those sweet stories about the girl who lays eggs?
>> Anonymous
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great work, OP, this story's great.

Bumping for moar chapters, eventual upload, etc.
>> Anonymous
>>977949
No, I'm not - those were great though
>> Anonymous
>>977887
I'll probably post it to overflowingbra, because of the boob focus. I'm working on part 2. It's not as slap-bang-whoosh as part 1, but if there are to be more parts, there has to be some exposition. I'm trying to make it as interesting as possible.
>> Anonymous
>>977960

i like this stuff at least as much. keep it coming.
>> Anonymous
elit doesn't seem very common on /d/, but when it's good, it's really good...
>> Anonymous
>>977793
Interesting idea...though poorly written I have to admit.
>> Anonymous
Forgive me for asking, but could you save me a trip to /r/ and tell me the source of OP's pic...?
>> Anonymous
>>978086
No we will not save you a trip to /r/ and we will not forgive you for asking. Do it yourself, faggot.
>> Anonymous
OP, writing style is very important when composing a store like this. you need to stay away from distracting vocabulary that conflicts with the overall structure. rely less on your thesaurus, and more on your passion for expressing things in your own words. it's kind of retarded to hear words like "assiduously", "coalescing", and "coruscating" in the middle of a train of thought. your reader needs to be visualizing what's going on, rather than having to stop and do a facepalm at your poor attempts to impress with use of wildly uncommon descriptors. Keep it simple, and focus on visual descriptors.
>> Anonymous
Whatever. By the time you replied I had already been to /r/. Was expecting a reaction like yours, but it was worth it.
>> Anonymous
there was a story on here a few weeks back, was that one you?

"Suddenly though, I felt something weird about her tounge. It didn't feel right, not like a tounge supposed to feel. I felt more like, more like I was sucking a cock. I had a look of fear on my face where as Alice had a look of “Gotcha!” seduction. I pulled back and noticed her tounge was actually a small penis. “Wha...what?!” She grinned. Slowly I saw her lower her hand down to her panties. I immidiatly knelt down, staring at her pussy. I saw her hand enter the waistband of her panties and kept feeding downwards to her clit. Slowly she began rubbing it, pumping it, twisting her clitoris until I heard a SQUELCH and a slimey noise, and saw a lump almost drop out of her vagina. It sat therer, pulsating in her panties. “Lick it!” She commanded."

that you? doesnt seem your style AT ALL but id love to find author.
>> Anonymous
>>978096
Got that story in .doc or something? I am interested in reading it.
>> Anonymous
>>978093
Sorry, I think I must just have a different sense of what arouses me than you do. I don't care much for most erotic stories because I think they veer off too quickly into a visceral description of action. Instead, I want to go deeper into the mood of the characters. It's their attitude towards the events of the story that matter to me, not so much the events themselves. I'm not trying to use purposefully impressive words at all - I'm trying as best as I know to convey the precise feeling that turns me on so much.

Anyway, first draft of chapter 2 is done. I'll post it now.
>> Anonymous
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II

Sara still couldn't wrap her mind around the idea that she was wearing another person. She sat in her group house's common room on the tired sofa, seemingly dressed in her blue T-shirt and her black jeans. It had been only ten minutes since she was enveloped by the strange girl, but she felt entirely normal, almost unaware of the presence of a second occupant in her body. The voice in her ear wasn't turning out to be very talkative when she wasn't thinking about it. The girl had been right - it would be easy to just forget she was there. She supposed that a shapeshifter had to be able to think like a thing as well as a person.

The only thing that was noticably different was that she sank much farther into the couch when she sat down. Although she didn't notice it when she moved and walked around, she must have weighed twice as much as normal. This reminded her that, no matter what it seemed like, things weren't quite as usual.

The late afternoon sun shone lazily into the room. Sara didn't know what to do. She picked up the newspaper and flipped through a couple sections. A couple housemates passed through, said hello, went to their rooms, not noticing anything especially different about her. Of course they wouldn't, she thought. Seeming totally normal was making her excited in a weird way.
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Sara looked to make sure nobody was nearby. "Hey," she said softly.

"Yeah?" said the voice in her ear, startling her a bit.

"You're still there."

"Always."

"Gimme those boobs again."

Instantly her breasts swelled to their titanic proportions. They hung above her lap, breast flesh pressing tight againt her T-shirt, nipples making egregious little tents in the fabric, the bottom of her shirt hiking way up. Anybody walking by would have seen a real spectacle. She grabbed them and they squished together pleasantly inside the tight confines of the shirt. Comprehension finally came home to her: Normality was under her control, to be banished and summoned with a word.
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She heard a door close down one of the hallways, and some quick footsteps. Her stomach turned over inside her. "Put me back, put me back," she whispered. As quickly as they had come, her breasts vanished. Her housemate walked into the room. "Hey, Sara," he said.

"Hi Rob," she called nonchalantly, her heart racing. "Where you off to?"

"It's my shift at the boathouse," Rob said. "They switched me to the evening on Wednesdays."

"Sucks to be you," said Sara. "Hey, Nate and Tessa are making dinner tonight - want me to tell them to save some for you?"

"That'd be awesome. Hey, see you later."

"Yeah. Hey, leave the door open!" Sara called after Rob as he walked outside. She was alone again.
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"You like him?" said the voice in her ear.

"Oh," said Sara. Well, not quite alone. "He's ok. Big runner, big on biking and sailing. Doesn't spend much time here."

"M-hm. M-hm." said the voice. "When you gonna fuck him?"

Sara laughed. "Hey, hey. Just because I can turn into a total sex bomb doesn't mean I have to fuck every man I see."

"Let me remind you, fucking just got really fun." Sara suddenly felt a coiled pressure in her groin. A prodigious penis mounded inside her jeans, then pushed itself through the waistband, throbbing against her stomach. Her vagina began to lubricate itself and she could feel her panties getting wet. "Don't worry about pregnancy or STDs. I've already got a super-thin layer coating the inside of your vagina, and I'm impermeable. You can fuck to your heart's content."

"All right, all right, I get it," said Sara. "But not now." Her crotch returned to normal, her panties dried up. "I've got other things I want to do." She could think of a couple off the top of her head.

"Like what?"

"Like go to the store."
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She had left her house a few minutes ago and walked the five blocks to the little corner store where she and her housemates usually bought their food. Nobody she had passed noticed anything about her. It gave her a heady sense of freedom. Now she stood in front of a window of a closed boutique in an alley next to the store. She could see her reflection, the same as it had always been. "I don't want to be recognizable at all," she said. "But I want to be really sexy."

"Sure, let's see.." The voice in her head hummed thoughtfully. "Ah."

Sara's skin darkened to an olive brown. She felt careful movement on her face, and looking at the window she saw a vaguely Mediterranean or North African girl, with a classically gorgeous face and long frizzy dark hair bound in a ponytail. Her clothes had become a slight yellow patterned dress that contrasted beautifully with her skin. The effect was extremely fetching but demure. "Nice dress," said Sara. "But it needs to be a bit more.. obvious." Underneath the olive skin, she was blushing fiercely. "Give me an ass. And some boobs. Not like the ones from before! Believable."
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She felt the fabric draw tighter around her butt, and in the window she saw she now had a pretty, slender round ass invitingly tucked under her dress. She patted it and it jiggled, slightly. When she turned back around, her boobs kept going when she stopped - they were obviously braless, almost preternaturally unaffected by gravity and just barely contained under the bodice of her yellow dress. They weren't quite as big as earlier, and the areolae were much smaller, but they were still astounding. Her nipples were only an inch or so under the neckline, obviously visible, and seemed in danger of popping out at any moment. "That's great," she said, awed by the sight. She jumped up and down and her boobs bounced around crazily, but they somehow managed to stay decent.

"I can make sure you stay covered. Or not. What's your pleasure?"

"Yes. Do it. For now."

"And then what?"

"Let's improvise."
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She walked around the corner and towards the door of the store. Her breasts moved each on their own, swaying as she walked. She felt ridiculously exposed, but completely safe at the same time. She was totally unrecognizable, ready for complete humiliation. She was ready to put on a show.

She actually had a list of things to buy. They needed rice, olive oil, cereal. She took it out and looked at it as she walked in through the sliding doors, conscious in the corner of her eyes of the other shoppers in the entryway. "They're eating it up," said the voice in her ear. "Especially the women." Sara's whole body would have reddened if her skin was actually visible. She could feel the incredulous stares. She put on a confident smile and looked a young man in the eye. His gaze swung from her amazing breasts to her face, then quickly, studiously away in embarrassment.
>> Anonymous
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She took her time looking for the rice. It was on the bottom shelf, but nobody was there to see her bend down and get it. She sighed, put it in her basket and went on. On her way to the cereal, a lanky teenager in a store worker's uniform came towards her hurrying in the other direction. As he came near, his gaze swung to her and she could see his urgent errand evaporating from his mind. He stopped in his tracks and flushed a bright red. He couldn't have been more than seventeen. Sara folowed his gaze, and they stood there for a few seconds, both staring at her olive breasts.

They were really quite nice.

Sara suddenly knew what she had to do. She looked up at the kid and smiled, faintly, putting on her best Italian accent. "Excuse me sir," she said.
>> Anonymous
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There was about a second before the boy wrenched his gaze away to look her in the eyes. "Umm, how can I help you, maam?" His face was a caricature of shame.

She smiled reassuringly at him to make him more comfortable. "Yes, I'm looking for the olive oil. Can you help me find it?"

"Sure thing." He led her to the aisle, walking stiffly. She realized he was probably trying to hide his erection. That gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. "Here it is. The olive oil's right here, on the top shelf."

"Ah! Thank you," she said, realizing that she'd have to stretch to reach it. Before he could stop her, she reached up to grab it. She had to stand on her tip toes to reach that high, and she could feel her boobs rising in her dress.

"Do you want me to let go?" asked the voice in her ear. She gave her head a tiny shake, but kept reaching for the handle.
>> Anonymous
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Her breasts moved upwards and out of her bodice, but they didn't expose themselves: the nipples themselves caught under the neckline, holding it up as she stretched. She knew her areolae must be visible. It must have looked as if they were about to come free any moment. But she grabbed the oil, brought it back down, and put it in her basket, then turned to the store worker.

He'd obviously been staring at the unfolding crisis in her dress. He was beetfaced. After a few seconds of tense silence, Sara realized she needed to take the initiative. She went on: "Oh, one more thing sir. Could you show me to the breakfast cereal?"

He shook his head, forced himself back to his job. "Sure maam, right this way.." He led her shakily around the corner into the next aisle. He stopped halfway, then shook his head again and went on. Sara giggled to herself. "They're all through this aisle," he said.

She knew she had to choose one from the top shelf. She reached up and the boy tried to stop her. "Do you want me to get that for you, maam?"
>> Anonymous
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"No, I can reach it. Thanks." She stood on her tiptoes again, reaching for the box of Cheerios on the top shelf. The higher she reached, the more her breasts tried to come free of the dress. Again the dress was hanging sheerly from her nipples. She quickly, subtly nodded her head. She felt the dress fall away from her breasts, and her breasts swing free in the air.

She pretended not to notice. The poor boy was bugeyed, staring at the two swaying globes hanging free. He straightened and turned resolutely around, looking the opposite direction. "Maam, I think you should cover up," he forced out. Her plan had been to fix her dress and pretend like nothing happened, but she realized that this kid would be fantasizing about her for weeks to come. She felt profoundly sorry just leaving him like this.

She made sure nobody else was watching, then walked up behind him and put a hand on his back. He tensed but didn't step away. She spoke softly, without accent. "Do you want to touch them?"
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
It took a second, but he slowly turned around. She smiled apologetically at him. He met her gaze and then stared down at her boobs. They shone with a golden sweat, reflecting the store's fluorescent lights, terminating in brown grape-sized nipples. She thrust them a little bit out towards him in silent invitation.

He reached out and clumsily grabbed them both at once. She felt his hands hefting her, squeezing her, his thumbs moving over her nipples. Her eyes closed, she let out a contented sigh, mainly for his benefit. After a few seconds, he suddenly jerked away and she opened her eyes. Another customer was wandering past the aisle. The kid was obviously petrified that they'd be noticed, but she covered up and the customer shuffled off without looking in their direction. "I'm really sorry," she said to the teenager. He could make no reply and stalked off to the produce section.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
"That went well," said the voice in her ear.

"Sort of," she said.

"Are you kidding? You just gave that kid the time of his life."

"I guess so." She realized that she could have cost him his job. "I have to think more clearly next time."

"But that's no fun. Come on, I've got a surprise for you at the checkout."

"What is it?"

"No telling. I promise, you'll LOVE it."

She grabbed her shopping basket and proceeded to the front of the store. Thankfully she didn't have to go by produce again. A middle aged black woman was at the checkout in front of her. She had obviously seen Sara when she came in, because she was studiously ignoring her. There were a large amount of groceries in her cart, so Sara stood and waited in line. As she stood, her breasts began to feel a bit strange. She could tell that they were heating up. They began to swell imperceptibly, and it felt really good.

"Is this.." she began.

"Shh." came the voice in her ear.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
The older woman finished and paid. Sara brought her groceries to the counter and said hello to the cashier, who was a girl in her early twenties. As she scanned Sara's groceries, the strange feeling in Sara's breasts intensified. It was as if prickly waves of heat were rolling through her, concentrated on her nipples. Suddenly it became intensely pleasurable. She felt a tingling in the tips of her breasts.

"Would you like paper or plastic today?" asked the nervous cashier.

"OHHH GODDDD---" moaned Sara, as hot milk began to spray from her nipples. The sensation was so amazing that she forgot where she was and began to knead herself in blind ecstasy. The torrent of milk increased, drenching her dress and spraying outward in streams, splattering the checkout counter and the horrified cashier with droplets of white. She was panting and exhausted when it finished. She looked around her.

No one moved in the whole store.

"Um, I'd like a plastic bag please," she said. The cashier looked as though she had just lived through the siege at Normandy. Without speaking, she put Sara's groceries into a plastic bag and handed it to her. Sara took the bag and walked out of the store. Only when she was a couple blocks away, back in her usual form, only when her frantic heartbeat had slowed, did she realize that she hadn't paid for anything.

END CHAPTER 2
>> Anonymous
>>978137
APPROVED!

I think I'll enjoy seeing chapter 3 as well. :D
>> Anonymous
HOLY FUCK
>> Anonymous
>>978096
was not me but now I want to find it and read it. it sounds awesome
>> Anonymous
please tell me theres more
>> Kusaragi
WOW! DO want. Can't wait to see where this goes, it's already Fap-worthy.
>> Anonymous
>>978150
there will be!
>> Anonymous
>>978148
http://rapidshare.com/files/128582941/crazy_d_story.rtf.html
go for it sport.

someone post a word doc of chap2, I'm too lazy to copypaste!
>> Anonymous
>>978154
thank you!
>> Anonymous
>>978154
op here, that's absolutely fucking amazing.
>> Anonymous
Is this story ever going to involve wide-open fuckable nipples like the OP pic?
>> Anonymous
>>978160
I know right, guy's on CRACK. it's just...so..../d/.
>> Anonymous
>>978164
OP here: no reason why not. I think I'll have to wait until she's fucking somebody who knows the situation though. Should be in chapter 4 or 5.

Open, fuckable nipples are absolutely the hottest and should be in any story imo.
>> wha?
>>978167
U R A WINNAR!
*hits F5 out of reflex*
NIPPLE FUCK NIPPLE FUCK!!!
>> Anonymous
>>978110
I agree; please do not dumb down your vocab, it is fine the way it is.
>> Anonymous
bumping for an awesome work of art!
>> Anonymous
can we get a link to chapter 2, im lazy to copypasta also
>> Anonymous
MODS, STICKY THIS NAO
>> Anonymous
>>978154
beautiful, love to see a sequal though
>> EpC !X1rbp0TR.U
Epc seal of approval.

Sticky nao.
>> Anonymous
BUMP
Also, OP needs a tripcode.
Only for posting the story, of course/
>> bump bumpthisfuckingnow!
buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuump
>> Anonymous
c'mon OP, get ch 3 done soon
>> Anonymous
Unbelievable. This series of posts pretty much guarantees you as best speaker and writer on the 'chans.
>> Anonymous
Nothing more?
>> Anonymous
anon to the rescue, link to chapter 3
http://rapidshare.com/files/128627065/Two_Become_One.docx.html
>> Anonymous
>>978305
thats me, my bad i mean chapter 2
>> Anonymous
>>978238
chapter three: bootay in the hizzouse
>> Anonymous
This is so hot it is unbelievable.
>> Anonymous
>>978305
i may be dumb here but how do i open the Rs file?
>> Anonymous
>>978357
wait, wat? all u do is go to the link, download, and double click to open the word file
>> Anonymous
>>978368

wat wat it worked now im going to get my seal of fail if you dont mind good sir
>> That was fucking
AWESOME

>>978137
>> Anonymous
OP is a gentleman and a scolar. Also pretty good at writing.
I eagerly await moar of this epicness, I was actually really dissapointed the original thread vanished.
>> Anonymous
>>978305
silly nigger, docx is for faggots
>> Anonymous
I love this story so much.

But given that you whetted my sci-fi anal-retentive side with such talk of "universal substrate"... My "this is just an awesome sexy story" side could not triumph over my "BUT technobabble desire not satiated" side.

So I have to wonder: Where did all the milk come from?

Was it the organism's waste/byproduct? Maybe it generated the milk as a side effect of sexual excitement? Which made me think, what does it eat? I'm assuming the sweat/vaginal excretions/skin sloughings of Sara.

Does Sara still defecate? Or does the organism "eat" it instead?

(This story's been a bit on my mind today, as you can see ^^;)
>> Iris !tFj8DP0Frs
OP, I want your baby. Or at least Sara's. I dunno.

>>978096
Seems like my work from a LONG time ago, back when I'd write a paragraph or two to go with some incredibly hot image I'd found.
>> Anonymous
You, sir, have just won over 9000 internets at the same time!
>> BUMP BUMP
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD OP, POST MOAR!
>> Anonymous
godd don't tell me i kept this thread open from 6 hours ago to find nothing
>> Anonymous
this is clearly win on a level that has only been witnessed once before. this reminds me of the Curse of 4Chan series that was posted sometime during fall, I believe. I still have that.

I hope this one is finished.
>> Anonymous
you are my hero
>> Anonymous
Bump for great justice!
>> Anonymous
OP, just wondering, roughly how many chapters do you have planned out so far, and how many chapters do you think the final story will be?
>> Anonymous
>>978430
I'd expect the organism herself would somehow stimulate Sara into producing the milk herself, and she'd probably have a kind of symbiotic relationship with her, meaning she draws nutrition directly from her.
>> Anonymous
Open the doc and paste it here
Open the doc and paste it here
Open the doc and paste it here
Open the doc and paste it here
Open the doc and paste it here
Open the doc and paste it here
Open the doc and paste it here
>> Anonymous
I love you.
>> Anonymous
you do realize, OP, the potential for superheroism on sara's part?
the ability to look like anyone, never take damage, fire and ice invulnerability, and who knows what else.
>> POSTINGINALEGENDARYTHREADIMO BUMP
IMA CHARGIN MAH BUMPZORZ
>> Anonymous
MOAR
>> Anonymous
Epic thread needs bump for chapter 3
>> Anonymous
Epic thread gets epic bump!
>> Anonymous
bumpuu.

Also, OP paste links at some point when you do get it uploaded somewhere other than rapidshare.
>> Anonymous
OP here.

On the milk:>>978430

Don't worry, I have it all figured out. It's actually made of the same universal substrate as the shapeshifter herself. She's spraying a bit of her own essence. This doesn't result in creating a lot of little shapeshifters because somewhere in her, she contains a microscopic structure akin to a cellular nucleus. True reproduction would entail binary fission of her nucleus. However, just because a part of her isn't connected anymore to her main body doesn't mean she loses control of it - remember the glove on Sara's hand. I think her control over parts of herself extends to around 30 feet from her center. When she leaves the area, the substrate decays like a quick-lived radioactive particle. The half-life is a few hours.

She's only been on Sara for a couple hours, so we haven't seen how she increases her mass again. I think most of it she can get from Sara's excess bodily fluids. She should be able to metabolize most foods as well, so if worst comes to worst she could just open up a mouth somewhere on Sara's body and shove in a hamburger.
>> Anonymous
>>978458I'm writing a couple chapters a week - don't be too impatient.

>>978550I've thought ahead at least a little bit to chapter 4 or 5. I don't know how many chapters there are going to be or what's going to happen beyond that.

>>978575She could totally be a superhero. But that wouldn't be very fun, now would it? We'll see.
>> Anonymous
Can we get this thread stickied?
>> Anonymous
>>978608
Or, if she (shapeshifter though it is, you've been treating it as a she so I'll run with that) has enough mass (and OP did say that she has a lot more than it looks), and a range of 30 feet or so she could just step off of Sara while leaving part of herself on and eat or drink whatever she needed, then just merge with Sara again.It wouldn't even need much mass, or even a human form at the time. A dog would work, and yes, a cat is fine too. And since she/it has control over her volume, a little mass could be expanded into the little girl shape, or any form really, and still be connected to Sara. ...Possibilities for win here if she can fuck Sara and herself at the same time.
>> Anonymous
>>978614
She can totally do that.
>> Anonymous
>>978614here

It didn't occur at the time of posting, but it could become pretty much any and every monster creature from any hentai you could imagine. Tentacle monster, goo girl (isn't it technically one already?), the possibilities are nearly limitless.
>> Anonymous
Ok, this is THE best thing to hit /d/ in a long time.

Please sir, i want some MOAR!
>> Anonymous
this is pure genius
>> Anonymous
I just fapped like I have never fapped before
>> Anonymous
>>978684
seconded
>> Anonymous
this needs to be stickied NOW
>> Anonymous
This. Is. Amazing.


I love you OP.
>> Anonymous !EiNb4.fAGg
2 more requests @ 4chanarchive and this will go in /d/ history!
>> Anonymous
OP here. Just want to say thanks you guys, it's really nice to get this kind of response.
>> Anonymous
>>978788
You can thank us by writing more, faster. So far you've only put out two small chapters, and while they were awesome, they were simply not enough.
>> Anonymous
>>978796
Paaaatience, Iago — patience.
>> Anonymous
needs more cock. Also more of the symbiote fucking with/controlling Sara
>> Anonymous
>>978093
I've used coalesce and coruscating in speech recently, but I'm a lit student and an elitist one at that.
>> Anonymous
Holy fuck! This is the best thing i've ever read, and it has so much potential.
>> Anonymous
bumping to keep on front page
>> Anonymous
Bumpu <3
>> Anonymous
Best thing on 4chan in weeks? I'd say so.
>> Anonymous
ive had this thread open and refreshing for 12 hours
>> threyon
>>978115

Source?
>> Anonymous
>>978898
One of the Mahou Shoujo Neko XXXs -- don't remember which one.
>> Anonymous
>>978897

i win. its been 16 hours
>> Anonymous
Just wanted to include my 'hey, this is awesome' vote.

OP, you need a website or something for this story. I think the general consensus is that it rocks too much to just vanish like every other thread.
>> Anonymous
>>978901
I win, I went to bed, slept for ten hours, came back to computar and F5'd.
>> Anonymous
bump to keep on front page
>> Anonymous
I've saved what we have so far to my hard drive.
And, for that, the solid state drive on my laptop. Space on that is limited, I only put my favourite fap materials onto it.
>> Anonymous !EiNb4.fAGg
bomping as my duty
>> Anonymous
Fucking epic win to the 9000th degree.
DO NOT LET THIS THREAD DIE
>> Anonymous
bumbity bump bump

is the sound my heart makes when I read this
>> Anonymous !EiNb4.fAGg
>>979013
fucking hell you are awesome...

anyway; 4chonarchive is watching / archiving the thread as it unravels; hopefully OP wil poast moar
>> Anonymous
her 'mons pubis'?? mo sexy talk.....
>> Anonymous
op, can u give us an update as to how much u got chapter 3 done?
>> Anonymous
Dear OP:

Kinky femanon here. You made my day with this. You used big words in a deliciously written fetish story with VERY interesting brand-new elements to it that I have no read or seen anywhere before.
You are made of win and good. A million internets to you, sir. You are a gentleman and a scholar, and I thank you.

- Dee
>> bump bump
BUMP
>> Anonymous
bump
>> Anonymous
this is the op. you guys, i can't post more than one of these per day. it was two days between the first and the second chapters, and that's probably the timespan I'm going to keep up - I need time to think of what's going to happen next.

I'm glad you're bumping this thread, but you've gotta know that the next update is probably tomorrow.
>> Anonymous
That's ok. I'm bumping to make sure that everyone has a chance to experience the beauty and eroticism in your writing.

(Also so I can find it easier.)
>> Anonymous
>>979104
just make sure u mark it well, its hard for me to find same OPs
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>979104
>>979139
He could use another of the images from the Mary section of Ail Soft Seido, since that's what he used to start the thread with in>>977587.
>> Anonymous
I love the pace the story is unfolding at. I would love to see the story grow slowly, in stages, so we can enjoy all the discoveries and perversions.

And I would REALLY love to see the fucking wierd /d/ stuff like nipplesex, futa with boys and girls, and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE lots of anal.

WE LOVE YOU!!!
>> ??
OH SWEET THIS IS BACK
>> Anonymous
lol I saved this in like 3 different ways :P Love you OP !
>> Anonymous
this is ohsum...I've been checking this thread up since yesterday...and I can agree that it is OHSUM...

4chanarchive..AND CAN SOMEONE MAKE A ED ARTICLE OR SOMETHING?So that we have a central place we can check out if and when an update comes and there's no thread to be found(I'm fearing this thread might 404 before we get to Ch.5 at the very least...
>> ??
This is freaking amazing, OP. You are now an internet superhero.
>> Anonymous
FUCKIN BUMP
>> a fifteen foot penis with a monocle and a top-hat !6hv.hoMsvg
>>978608
or sara could be literally "eating for two". Whats to prevent the shapeshifter from absorbing foods from inside sara's mouth?
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
Great story, keep it up :)
>> Anonymuhz !3qcHfdbkTA
I WILL NOT LET DEATH AND FAILIURE BE OPTIONS FOR THIS THREAD!

SUPER BUUUUUUMP!
>> Anonymous
I doth bump this thread in the hope of keeping the faith alive and for future generations to gaze upon the masterpiece with awe.
>> Anonymous
Must bump.
>> Anonymous
Ok, so I think we need to get organized about this sustainabump thing. I'll take the 2400 bump. Any takers for regular 15 minute bumps?

(or am I taking this too seriously?)
>> THIS MOTHA FUCKIN THREAD STICKY
NAO
>> Anonymous
Dear Anon of d, I'm going to bed.
When i awake I expect this thread to still be hear . OR So Help Me I'll Get My Whoppin' Stick And Bring a Hurten apon All Ya'll!
>> Anonymous
This is a piece of fantastic literature, and I shall add my humble vote to the small mountain of roaring approvals.

Your work sir, is mind-boggling.

Congratulations, you've started an epic story that will be the focus of /d/ for weeks to come.
>> Anonymous
sweet fucking hells need MOAR!
>> Anonymous
Sweet awesomeness, BUMP
>> Anonymous
Sticky, win, etc etc.

@OP: I believe you've succeeded at turning a large portion of /d/ on to your fetish. : D
>> Anonymous
Ba donka donk. Bump.
>> Anonymous
>>979484
Heh, the same 10 vocal people does not constitute a large minority, never mind a majority, of /d/.

But as someone who's not yet been won over, let me say that the OP is doing a great job and I'm rooting for him 100%. Keep up the good work, OP.
>> Anonymous
>my underwear serpant loves you!
>> bump bump
I cannot bump this thread enough.
OP is a god.
>> Anonymous
I'm not one to tell an artist how to make art, but OP should really avoid getting suckered into the classic /d/ genres (tentacle, funta, googirl, ect.) Not to say that you shouldn't incorporate these elements into your story, just remember you don't have to rely on them. What you have here has the potential for becoming a staple of /d/, so keep up the good work.
>> Anonymous
4chanarchive this.

STAT
>> Anonymous
bumpo teh clown