Anywhere But the Toilet:
A Tale of Girl’s Who Are Forced to Go in All the Wrong Places
(Introduction)
It is pretty common to find the thought of women defecating revolting. Most men in particular like to think of women as these perfect objects whom never do anything disgusting like that. A pooping girl is an oxy moron to them. While some girl’s prefer to keep this notion alive, some relish the act of defecating. They find pleasure in the fact that they are doing something so forbidding in nature, that it seems outright naughty. One girl in particular, Carly, practically orgasms with every bowel movement.
Carly was a girl who avoided the toilet as much as possible. She hated the devices with so much passion; she would often dump entire rolls of toilet paper in them to clog them. The agony this caused other girls often sent the young teenager into fits of laughter. They wouldn’t dare shit in a toilet that was overflowing with water and wouldn’t flush. Their little butts; ever so full of shit, wouldn’t get any relief while she was around. It absolutely drove Carly wild. There was some moderate talk among the girl’s in her High School about the problem. But for the sake of maintaining their image as girls who “don’t” fart, shit, or piss, they kept it as mute as possible.
This story begins with Carly having already started clogging the toilets in the restrooms of her High School. Her escapades started one week prior to these events.
(Part 1) Devan's Sink [Scat, WS]
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Maybe a mop bucket left in the bathroom a janitor then uses to mop... I remember a friend who did that once. well worth the six week suspension he got.
>>4
If you had just said your friend was a she, I coulda fapped. : (
None the less, I second yours and >>3's idea.
Another idea is....hey, why not? Just have a girl or two shit in the water-filled toilets! As if they'd have a better chance of being seen doing that than in the sinks or in the trash can, which are virtually in broad daylight in comparison. All someone has to do is open the door to see you shitting in a sink or trash can. At least with the toilet...well, for the most part, shit sinks, right?
(not letting this thread die)
No. 1
Mya and Sen had been relaxing together in a hot foam bath at their apartment when the sound of a huge crash came from the front door...
2 Name: Anonymous : 2010-02-19 03:48 [Del]
No. 2
And a man with the body of a walrus and the head of a sea lion waggled thought what used to be the door, spitting staples the whole way.
3 Name: Anonymous : 2010-02-22 14:01 [Del]
No. 3
Mya and Sen screamed, instinctively grabbing onto each other, their supple breasts pressing together.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Chapter 1: Nighty Night.
[Notes: So yeah. I had this idea, but I'm too lazy to write more tonight. If you guys actually like it then I will continue to write it tomorrow when I'm awake. I apologize for any errors I made because it's freaking late where I live. Also this first chapter contains no hawt sexings. If you're looking for a fap I might suggest you keep scrolling.]
"Hey, hey! You going to fall asleep any time soon?"
Ami tightened her bed sheets around herself further. "No, I'd rather not. Don't you have anything better to do then wait?"
Ami was twenty years old. She had black hair, green eyes, and was averagely proportioned. Anyone who saw her would think that she was a completely normal young adult, who had decided to take several extra years in college. Although, perhaps, a bit of a klutz. Unfortunately this was not the entire truth.
Three years ago, while on her way to a class, she and her friends passed a broke fortune teller on the street. She made several jokes on his expense, and she and her friends laughed the entire day. Ever since that day, she had been tormented by voices.
She didn't know what they were, exactly. They wouldn't tell her anything about themselves. They constantly chatted in her ears either with her or to each other, whispering about the most disgusting and vile things she had ever imagined, and giving her insane suggestions on how to live her life. At first she thought about seeking help, but she didn't think anyone would believe her. She tried shouting at the voices when she was alone, but they laughed at her and continued whatever they had been talking about. All she could do was try to ignore them.
There were usually three voices talking, but sometimes one would "Leave." Or at least stop talking. They called themselves after letters of the alphabet, J, Q, and B. J was the meanest one, yelling at her that she was useless and would never amount to anything, and trying to convince her to do terrible things to other people. He spoke with hissing noises, and when he talked softly (Not a frequent event) it felt like a tiny tongue was flickingMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
Yeah. Please Continue. The story starts good. But what´t the Topic of it?
>>5
There really is no exact subject, although you'll see the plot I have in mind develop. I'm really just doing this as a writing exercise until I can decide on something that's better then this. Which is why this isn't exactly my best quality writing.
Ideas are welcome.
Chapter 2: Nightmares.
Ami felt light headed and strange, the kind of feeling you realize you had in your dream when you wake up. But she was definitely aware of it now.
She was standing in a hallway in her old grade school. The bell had just rung, and students filed out of classrooms. But she knew she was dreaming. She had to be, because neither B, Q, or J were talking.
Even though she knew it was just a dream, she decided to make the most out of the moment. Leaping out of a window, she began to fly through the air over the school yard. She flew all over her home town, laughing at how simple it was for her to go anywhere she wanted to when she was asleep.
Suddenly, the city below began to vanish, quickly followed by the sky and ground around her. She was flying through a blank white space, like she was a person drawn on an otherwise blank piece of paper. Then she began to fall.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Read SPECIAL PICTORIAL I first or this will make no sense.
First, I want to thank Mamabliss for allowing me to use their story as a basis for this.
WARNING!!!!! THIS STORY CONTAINS SNUFF. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR KIND OF STORY, TURN BACK NOW. IF IT IS SOMETHING YOU MIGHT LIKE, READ ON.
REMEMBER THOUGH, THIS IS FANTASY. IF YOU HAVE DIFFICULTY SEPARATING THE REAL WORLD AND FANTASY, AND BELIEVE THAT DOING THIS TO SOMEONE MIGHT BE OKAY, PLEASE GET YOUR HEAD EXAMINED. I RECOMMEND HAVING SOMEONE DO IT WITH A HACKSAW.
THANKS AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS.
Special Pictorial II
by Azalel
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The two went to the washroom and Charlie stripped down, joining Carol under the hot spray from the shower. She scrubbed Carol's back, and washed the mother's hair. Then she went around in front of Carol and washed the woman's front. When Carol was all rinsed off, Charlie sunk to her knees and buried her face into Carol's crotch.
"Charlie," Carol asked, "what are you doing?"
"Something that needs to be done," Charlie replied as she pulled Carol to the floor.
Charlie spread Carol's legs, exposing the older woman's pussy. Licking her lips, Charlie dove in. She licked the outer lips and used her fingers to massage Carol's thighs. She wanted Carol relaxed for this.
"Ohhhhhh," Carol moaned. "That feels good, but we shouldn't. Not now, of all times."
"Especially now. You need to feel good. You are doing the same thing you did last week after Kimberly's show. Jessica would be infuriated at you for feeling bad about this. This is what she decided and what she wanted."
"You know," Charlie continued," and I know damn well that Jessica would not want you to beat yourself up over this. You would want, if at all possible, you to feel good. I intend to see that it is."
Charlie ignored further protests and drove her tongue up into Carol's vagina. Carol tensed up and squealed when Charlie slid a finger up her anus. The womanly juices that suddenly flooded Charlie's face, however, proved that the invading digit was not an unwelcome visitor.
Charlie continued with her manipulation of Carol's body, moving her tongue to the older woman's clitoris as Charlie's slid two other fingers into the convulsing woman's pussy. Stroking the front of the vagina, Charlie quickly found Carol's g-spot and used it masterfully to drive Carol into one orgasm after another.
An hour and six orgasms later, Carol passed out. Charlie rinsed and dried the unconscious woman and somehow managed to get her dressed. Then Charlie dressed herself.
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"What you see," Emily said, "are the two methods of execution we will use. A coin toss earlier decided that Serena's mother, Melanie, will go into the grinder. My mother, Theresa, will take the spit."
"The spit rig is kinda complicated, but not really. A rope will pass through the hoop on the scaffold and will be keep my mother's hands bound above her head. The other end of the rope will be attached to a 50-pound weight. My mother will stand on the two wooden platforms and will sink onto the spit as the ice melts."
"To add to the torture, the spit will rise one inch every 90 seconds. In two hours, it will be at its full height of seven feet. In addition, the spit is electrified and will release its charge every 45 seconds, electrocuting whoever it is piercing. The electrical discharge will not kill the victim, but it will caus tremendous pain."
"Wow," Carol whispered to Charlie. "Remind me to never piss her off."
"Tell me about it."
Receiving a nod from the producers, Emily, Ailene, and Serena ripped Melanie's clothes from her body. The older woman struggled mightily and it took all three to shove the naked woman into the grinder and close the clear, heavy-duty plastic door. Serena attached a hose to the top of the grinder and plugged in the grinder.
"The hose I attached," Serena said as she returned to the podium, "is attached to a sprayer that will continually rinse the blood off the clear door so we can watch as my mother is ground up. I will hold off on starting the grinder until Ms. Carst is in position."
The three daughters then manhandled Theresa onto the blocks. Unseen by the audience until now were the manacles bolted to the stage on the outside of the ice blocks. With the three daughters holding Theresa in place as the older woman struggled and cursed, the assistants secured the manacles to Theresa's ankles. The assistants then bound Theresa's wrists and fed the rope through the hoop on the scaffold before tying it to the 50-pound weight.
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As Freezing Persons Recollect the
Snow--First Chill--Then Stupor--Then the
Letting Go
The cold hard facts of freezing to death
By Peter Stark
When your Jeep spins lazily off the mountain road and slams
backward into a snowbank, you don't worry immediately about
the cold. Your first thought is that you've just dented your
bumper. Your second is that you've failed to bring a shovel. Your
third is that you'll be late for dinner. Friends are expecting you at
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I feel that the process of hypothermia to be one of the most sensual forms of death there is. The painful, biting cold tears through your flesh to consume even the last thought of warmth. Your entire body goes stiff and ridged, unable to ward off the piercing chill. Eventually everything goes numb and blank, the glacial temperatures stealing every sensation including the proper amount of fear necessary for survival. Slowly oblivion wraps about your mind in a welcoming embrace to provide the last release. You cannot be frozen if there is nothing after all. *sigh*
He watched Rolo move throughout the kitchen, the subtle curves of his hips as swayed absentmindedly in place; the length of his legs as he stood on his tiptoes to dig around the third shelf of the cabinet for a mixing bowl. His eyes narrowed, the fullness of his eyelashes framing the amethyst of his soul harshly. There was a fire there, a burning disgust. He wanted to mar that beautiful white skin; he wanted to strip him of his imposter identity. He wanted to beat and humilate him, make him suffer for Nunnally's loss. He wanted nothing more than to watch his blood run dry, to feel his body turn cold beneath him...
He gritted his teeth and crossed his legs. The very thought of those fragile bones broken to pieces was arousing him. He dreamed of blood and cum to the sound of metallic whirring, Rolo beating the batter into a soft, creamy golden brown. He licked his lips.
His gaze followed the brunet's movements as he bent over to place the baking sheet into the oven, his shorts graciously outlining the countours of his round bottom. He set the timer and then turned around, bringing his attention back to his beloved "brother." They both knew the truth now, but they were good at pretending; they'd both lived a lie for so long now. Secrets sometimes seemed more real.
"Nii-san, are you asleep over there?" came the gentle question, delivered from a soft voice. Too soft, too pretty for that of a trained assassin.
"No, no," he responded, averting his hungry eyes. But why? He smirked, knowing that Rolo would do anything for him. He was the only "family" he'd ever had and there was such a possessiveness inside of him. Lelouch was his one and only, his savior, his grounding to any possibility of a semi-normal life.
"I thought you might get bored..." he muttered almost absentmindedly to himself. He was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Lelouch found it strange, almost humorous how submissive and uncomfortable Rolo was in everyday situations, yet completely composed when it came to cold-blooded murder.
It was awfully attractive.
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Aftermath
Young matty (6 years old) was kidnaped 3 days ago to be sold off and used a sexual plaything to the highest bidder. He was sold for a good price on the first day but the buyer soon grew tired of the young boys inablity to preform sexualy and how the child couldn't handle the most mild of sexual tasks preformed on him without screaming...so he was sent away...
The young boy awoke, wozy. He couldn't see through the darkness. His stomach hurt bad and he felt like he was going to be sick. He felt motion around him and couldn't figure out Where he was or what was going on. He managed to get up on all fours. He gaged and swallowed hard.
He knew it was coming, he felt it in the back of his throat. He was going to puke. Matty let out a sob, hoping to cry the pain away but was met with a sharp lurch in his stomach, he gaged again. His mouth forced itself open before he was able to stop himself.
Matty sat back on his butt and groaned. The motion slowed to a stop. Matty heard noises. light filled the area where he was in. Once his eyes adjusted he could see two men holding open doors. He was in the emty back of a van.
"cmon kid. This is your stop" one man said
Matty slid over to the edge of the van. His legs dangled out.
"I don-ulp" matty began to speak but gaged mid sentence. He claped his hand to his mouth as a small amout of vomit spewed from his mouth, squirting from between his fingers. His mouth filled with a horrid taste and he despratly clamped his fingers over it.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Hell on earth - Lemon by MISTER BIG T
My most fucked up lemon ever
It all began with destruction.... Seemingly endless and pointless destruction of a small town.
Sapphire, an 8-year-old girl nun huddled in the dining hall with all the other initiates, curled up into a ball on the floor of the church, one of the few remaining buildings in the town. Dressed in her simple wool nun's habits, she sobbed softly. The sky was raining blood. The rivers turned to fire, and the crops to ash. This could only be the end of times.
Suddenly the doors leading to the room were literally, blown to shreds, some of the splinters immediately killing several of the people inside. After the dust cleared, six extremely muscular black women were standing behind a beautiful woman with a completely white hair. She had very large breasts and a sly smile as she looked around the room. Her skin tone was that of a milk chocolate, Sapphire's favorite treat albeit in no way was this monster sweet. "Followers of God, you may bow down to your new mistress, your new deity, and maybe your lives shall be spared.... Bow down to me, the queen of the demons.... Feralzen, thorn of the devil..... " she teased them.
Sapphire was the only one that was not wailing. Of the 20 initiates that had been in the room, only 13 of them remained, including Sapphire. All 12 of the older girls were headstrong in their beliefs, and stood up to oppose the demonic invaders, "You are abominations against God! Leave this place at once!" Sapphire just liedobbing on the ground, curled up on her side. A sliver of wood from one of the doors lay imbedded in her side, some blood trickling down her nun's habits.
Feralzen roared in laughter as she approached them. "There are too many holes and too few poles at the moment... While I usually enjoy breaking the feisty ones, I am after something more... Exotic at the moment..." she spoke as she placed her hand before the face of the woman who had just spoken. Before she could even speak again, Feralzen punched her fist throughout her face and throughout the neck before retreating it back out, licking on some braiMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5
Post it! I'd like to see that one about Sapphire becoming a demon.
>>7
As I said, she has already become a demon in it. Nevertheless, while waiting for that, I suggest to read up the spider story called "Fall of a Queen."
Extreme Evangelion - Evangelion lemon by MISTER BIG T
Warning, this is a story that has extreme transformation, muscles, dick girls, giant endowments, water sports, sweat, farts, scat, few WTF moments, and much more. Having seen the series is not required to enjoy this.
Chapter 1: Corruption of the innocent
Misato Katsuragi laughed, as she would drive back to her apartment. She had just seen in the store limited edition beer that she had yet to try. Being the lovable drunkard that she was, she had noticed it was extra cheap and had bought every single bottle and can, completely emptying the entire store from it, as she would drag two crates back into her apartment. She would look around as she noticed Rei and Asuka sitting in the couch while watching some anime.
Asuka wore little other than a pair of panties and a short top that covered her breasts and not much else, only looking up at the door when Misato brought in a truly insane amount of beer. Rei on the other hand, wore a little more than Asuka, and rather than just sitting around in her underwear, she was wearing her usual school uniform that covered everything from her tummy to her upper arms.
"Hey, since Shinji's having a nights out with his friends I was thinking would you girls want us all to have some fun?`" Misato would coo while opening one of the crates and offering a can of beer to both of them.
Unbeknownst to her, there had been a disaster in process of creating these drinks and they would have effects, unlike any other beer ever made. The beer had an extra ingredient that had come in form of an angel falling down into the brewery and dissolving with the beer, ironically the dead angel had been the very same these girls had helped defeat just few weeks ago.
"....Isn't that a little much...?" Rei would finally ask, while pointing at the mass of beer, as Asuka just grinned and got up, taking the offered cans and handing one over to Rei.
"Nah! It's not like we have to drink it all in one go, right?" the redhead churred, while quickly opening her own can and lifting it up to her mouth, as she took a big swig, while RMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
First, I want to thank Mamabliss for allowing me to use their story as a basis for this.
WARNING!!!!! THIS STORY CONTAINS SNUFF. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR KIND OF STORY, TURN BACK NOW. IF IT IS SOMETHING YOU MIGHT LIKE, READ ON.
REMEMBER THOUGH, THIS IS FANTASY. IF YOU HAVE DIFFICULTY SEPARATING THE REAL WORLD AND FANTASY, AND BELIEVE THAT DOING THIS TO SOMEONE MIGHT BE OKAY, PLEASE GET YOUR HEAD EXAMINED. I RECOMMEND HAVING SOMEONE DO IT WITH A HACKSAW.
THANKS AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS.
Special Pictorial
by Azalel
Based on a story by Mamabliss
(used with permission)
Carol stood at the table, looking at the letter. She had just received her notification. She was 35 and was scheduled to be executed on her 36th birthday in four weeks. Carol didn't know what to do. Her husband was dead and there was no one else to take care of the three youngest children: Michelle, Kelly, and Melissa. Jessica, at age 17, and Kimberly, at age 18, should be fine, but they were still not ready to take care of their siblings. Michelle was 5 years old, Kelly was 7 years old, and Melissa was 8 years old. There had to be a way out of this mess.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Charlie and Carol sat in silence for a few minutes. Charlie knew what was going through the older woman's head. It was a chance to take care of her three youngest daughters. not a great chance, but a chance.
Getting up from the table, Carol refilled the coffee mugs and sat back down. Could she just kill her two oldest daughters? Could she? And Charlie was wrong. It was not Carol's decision alone. Kimberly and Jessica would have to know about it. Carol would easily overpower Kimberly, but Jessica was another story.
"I don't know, Charlie," Carol said. "I would have to talk this over with Kimberly and Jessica. I understand what you said, but I could not do this if they did not agree to it."
Kimberly looked up at her younger sister. Jessica understood that her mother was having a hard time with this, but it really was the best option for the little girls. Looking down at Kimberly, Jessica saw her older sister smile and nod. Jessica agreed. They had to do this.
"Then, let's do it," Jessica said as she and Kimberly walked into the kitchen.
"Wh-wh-what? What are you two doing home," Carol asked, horrified that they had heard the conversation.
"I had no mid-term tests today and Jessica finished up early," Kimberly said. "We have heard enough of this contest to know that it is likely the best chance of getting Melissa, Michelle, and Kelly into a good home.
"And what happens if I fail to get past the first round?"
"Well," Kimberly said with a smile, "you will do me first. If we fail on the first round, then there will be no need to kill Jessica. She is big enough that she probably could manage if she had a little help. She could probably get one of our neighbors to watch the girls while she is at work."
Charlie looked at the girls. Despite knowing the truth, she was still having a hard time seeing Kimberly as an adult. The girl was around four feet tall and couldn't have weighed more than 80 pounds soaking wet.
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Carol sighed heavily. She had realized that she would be killing Kimberly, but had not fully processed the information that Kimberly would be in tremendous pain and would be begging her to stop.
"But, baby....."
"No, mommy," Kimberly interrupted. "I know what you are thinking. But I need your promise. No matter what I say or do, you will go through with it and kill me. Okay?"
"Okay, dear," Carol said sadly. "I promise that I will kill you no matter how you beg, scream, or cry."
"Excellent," Kimberly said with a smile. "Thank you, mommy."
"I have to go," Carol said, rising quickly in an attempt to hide her tears. "I have to go to the store to get dinner for tonight."
"Okay, mommy. Would you like Jessica or me to come with you? One of us can stay here for when our sisters get home from school."
"Um...no, dear. I will be fine by myself. You just enjoy yourselves."
Carol left before a sob could make her betray herself. She did not want the girls to know how much this ordeal hurt her.
"Did you really have to do that," Jessica asked angrily.
"Yes, Jess," Kimberly said sadly. "I did."
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Looking over, Kimberly saw that her mother was right. Everyone in the crew was a woman and most of them had stripped completely. One of the women holding cameras was flat as a board.
"Wow," Kimberly said. "So I wouldn't have been the only woman with no boobs."
"No, honey," Carol said with a smile. "You would not have been the only one."
"Are we ready," Charlie asked the two as she came up.
"Yep," Kimberly said cheerfully.
"Uh, so, Charlie," Carol said, "is there a premise to this thing or do I just fuck and snuff her?"
"Oh, fuck, mommy. Look at the size of that thing. I can't believe you are going to be using that on me."
"Shane," Charlie called, "I think you can better answer Carol's question. What is the premise here?"
Shane, the coordinator of the event was looking at the mother and daughter on the mattress while she masturbated. This was going to be so hot. She knew that Kimberly was 18, but the girl certainly did not look it. Any viewer who paid attention to the disclaimer running along the bottom of the screen would know all performers were 18 or older, but she was sure that a few would still be taken by Kimberly's youthful appearance.
"Shane," Charlie called again.
"Oh," Shane exclaimed as she came out of her daydream. "Ahem..... You're appearing on a special undergroung snuff porn broadcast. Every week, millions of guys take off their pants, lube up their cocks, and settle back to masturbate while they watch mothers scheduled for execution compete to see who can put on the best show snuffing their teenage daughters. If the mother and daughter do a good job and make the audience - polled randomly, in person, by nude female staff members - cum real good, they move on to the final round.
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Fall of a queen... - Original lemon by MISTER BIG T
I wrote this to amuse myself while I was ill
Relmina let out a low, pained sigh. If tedium could kill, then she would have been dead eons ago. That is, of course, if she could have died. The Spider Demon lounged within her lair, her luxurious form supported by gossamer strings. The naked beauty reached up, plucking a bound adventurer from a stalagmite. The woman struggled weakly, moaning behind her bonds.
"Ooh shush..." She cooed, while opening her mouth as incredibly big and slipping the red haired woman inside while she tried to scream hard, as she swallowed her whole. "Ah...You'll be reborn as my thrall soon enough..." The female sighed, rolling back upon her hammock, smiling as her meal rolled down into her stomach.
Meanwhile Feralzen had been disguised as a human, while touring across the nearby towns in search for information. It had been quite some time that during one of her walks, she had sensed some extremely potent dark energy within an old, abandoned mine. Not intending to rush into the fray without any idea of what was going on, she had pumped the villagers from all the possible rumors and then in the end drawing her own conclusions. From what she had realized, the being was some sort of a monster; the sole survivors had said it had the appearance of a woman with spider like looks. Feralzen took a small sip from a water quiver she had been holding tied from her belt. The ebony female was simply said gorgeous while appearing as human. Slender curves were covered up by the ragged up commoner clothing that did very little to cover up the massive bulge in between her legs. Soon, she would begin walking into the mines eager to face this "spider woman."
What had once been a thriving source of income for the nearby villages was now nothing more than a den of evil. The mines had long since been voided of human life. The corpses of the miners had long since been disposed of. In their place, Relmina had put her pets. They crawled silently through the mines, women of all shapes, colors, and creeds transformed into half-spider monsters like their Mistress. They sweptMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
I Shall Fuck Your Corpse Tonight - Digimon lemon by MISTER BIG T. done for ”Author of the Month” contest.
WARNING!! This is an ultra-violent, extremely gory, and very fucked up torture/guro story. Do NOT read if you have weak stomach or if you are offended by such content!!! To all the others, let us get this party started! I will bring out the meat grinder and the lesbians dressed as sows!! ^_^
“Greetings whoever reads this,
Who I am, does not matter right now. I am not going to explain my motives, nor will I tell about myself. I am merely going to tell you what is happening to my beloved doll after what took nearly months to prepare. You may know me or you may not… and if by a strange twist of fate, you will somehow recognize me… I’ve already put that into consideration, and I’ll be visiting your house very, very soon.” – Direct quote from the letter found in the crime scene.
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From my hiding spot, I watched my precious doll of tumbling flesh, Kari Kamiya, as she prepared to leave her school. I saw her, talking idly with her friends as she left the school grounds; whether or not she was heading home did not matter to me. All that mattered was that she was alone. I could only assume that no one would be aware of what was going on. Which was just what I wanted, nothing that would get in my way for now?
I waited for what seemed like forever, ‘til the crowd at the school would finally disperse, leaving just me, and her. I would then climb out of my van, chloroform rag in hand, and sneak around behind her. I made sure not to make a single sound; I did not even breathe, for fear of startling my precious. Once I was close enough, I would reach out, taking her by the hips and drawing her towards me before my free hand would pull the rag up to her face. She let out a ruffled scream, before the chemical took its hold, and she passed out in my arms. Oh, the thrill of it, the rush of adrenaline. The tingling feeling that coursed through every bone in my body. Even though I have already done this once before, the sensation would never grow old.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
A fresh start cannot stop us.
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Seki stared blankly ahead, unable to avert her gaze. She couldn't explain how she got there, but she was in a room, darkened and metal paneled. A single light, recessed into the ceiling, cast a bright circle before her.
A single teddy bear sized mother Jissou toddled it's way into the pool of light and gazed at her.
"Ms. Lady - sister?"
A vague sense of nausea swept over Seki. The thing had definitely not led a comfortable life. It's dress was frayed, it's mouth corners lined from stress, and darkened from the green of eating it's own poop,at best. The flabby, sagging Jissou stank too, the piercing reek of fecal matter clinging to it. A green trickle ran down one if it's legs, as if to testify to this.
"You hate it don't you?" the oddly soft and grandfatherly voice came from nowhere.
"Filthy, disgusting. Lacking all grace or care for any thing but itself."
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>>15
If you write this, make sure you kill off all the 'evolved' jissous. No need for such anticanons to spread.
Hi brothers jissoutorturers. I am a long time stalker in the past thread, so let me say I love what you have done. Please continue the awesomeness!
>>17
Technically however, jissou canon shows that they, after gargantuan and insane effort, can evolve to the point they looks sorta like Souseki. Thusly, the fabled Level 6 Jissou. Most either end up as level 4 (Adult Jissou) or Level 5 (Hideously Fat Adult Jissou).
