Brie woke from a pleasant dream that had already been forgotten, leaving behind only a feeling of having achieved something great. She checked her surroundings; found that nothing had been disturbed, and relaxed. She had been sleeping on the pile of cushions in the corner of the room. Michelle had been with her, but now she could see that her friend was staring out the shutters. She had put her skin back on, and had not noticed that Brie was awake. Brie quietly got up and attempted to sneak up on Michelle, but stealth was hard when you had a noticeable limp. Michelle snapped round, seen Brie, and relaxed.

“Jesus Brie, don’t do that.” Her eyes were red. Brie apologised, coming closer.

“Something wrong?” she asked. Michelle stared. “You know what I mean”.

“I’ve been up a while. Didn’t sleep well. I guess…all this…” Michelle pulled on her loose skin for emphasis. “It’s hard to believe this isn’t some crazy dream".

“Oh, Michelle, I know it’s tough, but we’ve got to be strong now.” Cooed Brie, cupping her friend’s face with her good hand. “We’ll get by, somehow. Me, you and Becky. We’ll find her, promise.” Michelle said nothing, still brooding. Brie kissed her on the cheek, although she knew Michelle could no longer feel it.

“I hope you bring this along with you.” She said, playing with her friends face, pulling it up so that the eye holes were now on Michelle’s forehead and the mouth over her nose. Michelle tried to reply, but it came out muffled. Letting go, Brie laughed as Michelle tried to readjust her face, before giving up and pulling it down, leaving it hanging down past her neck.

“That took ages to get looking good you know. And to answer your question…can I? Like, physically how could I? Just drag it around? Won’t that look a little suspicious?”

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“So…any requests?”

Becky was laid out on a pair of tables that had been pulled over into the centre of the room. She was naked, and didn’t seem particularly bothered by that fact. Her breasts were easily the biggest of the three, and perhaps there was a quiet sense of satisfaction in that. She didn’t actually seem nervous at all, considering what was about to happen. She considered the question, rolling her eyes in thought. Then she shrugged.

“Nah.”

“Really?”

“You seem to know what you’re doing. Actually, I’ve got one request…”

“Yes?” asked Brie, who was already holding her scalpel.

“No repeats. Wearing matching outfits is a total no-no, even now.”

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It had been a few days, and the whole “escape” part of the plan had taken something of a backseat.

Sitting cross legged on the mattress, Brie considered the past few days. A lot seemed to have been learned while doing not a whole lot. For starters, there had been the first cooked dinner Brie had eaten in ages. Eating Becky’s newly superfluous breasts (with a side order of arm, because there was good eating to be had on a human arm) seemed a fantastic idea, using the criteria that had come to dominate the previous week (“Is it hot?”). The kitchen oven and microwave had long since stopped working, but they had matches and plenty to burn. They had sat in the gloomy basement of Malone’s, roasting human meat over an open fire, still coming down from the heady heights of their orgy. They held hands, smiling and giggling at each other-3 survivors in the city of the dead.

It turns out that breast are mostly made of fat, and that they don’t actually taste that good. Brie and Michelle had tried their best to be game about it, but there was just no escaping the fact that tits were not great dinner. Becky was actually a little offended at first-“My tits are the bomb! What the hell, you cut ‘em off and now you don’t even want them?!”-but she too had to admit that it wasn’t a premium dining experience. The arm and rib meat went down much better, much to Becky’s relief-it seemed embarrassing, somehow, to be considered untasty.

Feeling fuller and happier, the group had went to bed, and Brie thought about herself and her friends, and how they were still alive after all they had been through. She had a theory that she didn’t want to believe-that they were in the midst of turning without realising it. How else could they explain their increased durability and resistance to pain? She twirled her entrails with her finger as she through, as if she was subconsciously proving her own point. They may have suffered outrageous injury…but they were still acting human, right? Brie certainly didn’t think her mentality had changed much; she was still Brie, and her friends were still her friends. Maybe more than friends now actually, but the point stood. It was a puzzle she was simply unable to solve at that moment, and she had resolved to bring it up with her friends the next day. After they discussed their next move, which was very important, obviously.

They spent the next day fucking.

They spent more than a few days fucking, actually. Other priorities just seemed to take a backseat. It was hard to focus on making more cunning plans when two naked, perverted, wonderful freaks of nature were making eyes at you from across the room. It helped that they no longer seemed to be in immediate danger. A zombie had once gotten in through an unlocked backdoor, watched them standing around in the main room talking about something or other, then turned back around and left. After reprimanding Michelle for being careless-she had fessed up to peaking outside once, out of apparent curiosity-they had carried on their merry way. Zombies just weren’t a big deal anymore, such was the plan’s success.

As an aside, Michele had confided in Brie that the truth to the unlocked door was grimmer than she had let on to Becky. The night before, she had heard a consistent scratching sound from somewhere in the dark. She almost left it alone until she heard a low voice moan, and realised that it was coming from inside Malone’s. Investigating alone so as not to panic anyone, she discovered that Ol’ Pat had reanimated in the cupboard, and had been trying to get out. She had wheeled the old man outside, near the entrance to the nearby national park, and simply left him there.

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Brie and her friends sat side by side in cold leather chairs, cloth bags over their heads and hands cuffed behind them (Becky had her remaining hand tied to the seat). They had been told not to talk, and frankly they weren’t going to oppose the armed goons who were currently holding them captive. How long had they waited? It was hard to tell. It was probably only a few hours, but it had felt both an age and an instant since that door had been kicked down. They had been in no state to escape or resist-the mysterious soldiers had bagged them on the spot and led them into a waiting vehicle. After that everything was a blur of anxious waiting, with the occasional barked order. It was morally crushing. Just when it seemed as if a little order had been established, control had been wrestled away from them. It had seemed as if they had conquered the undead city; now they were prisoners.

Brie didn’t hear the stiletto footsteps echoing through the room, but she did hear a confident, feminine voice speaking to the guards. Then the bag was removed, revealing an impossibly white room, about the size of a large office. In front of her, a large black chair sat behind a desk, facing away from her. Besides a few stray pieces of paper, the only thing on the desk was a keyboard and no visible screen. Everything gave the impression hard and unyielding-even the florescent lights seemed to buzz aggressively.

“So sorry for the wait, girls. Had to get all the dull stuff out of the way before I could see you.”

The voice came from behind the chair. Brie looked around at her friends, who were doing the same. Brie spoke first.

“Who…who are you? Where are we?”

“What do you want?”

“Are you going to kill us?”

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https://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Melatonin

The original poster's bio (with story).

>>31646
>because i never DM him for video i want.
Well, that's your problem. Most of these artists change gas station food for this kind of art, so just do it yourself.

I have no time of my own to back it and try to get into a suspicious position easily to leak their stuff. But maybe someone else will.

ass

It was well known that most males in Meat City liked to fuck their food, sometimes for days before cooking it, so it wasn't unusual to hear my meat ask that of me before I bought them, and somehow hadn't yet had sex today, I decided to indulge myself.

I pulled my cock out (her shy looked turned to trepidation on viewing it's length and girth), spit on the head then into the crease of her ass, before lining my cock up with her tight pucker. Next, I pressed the head against her back entrance, then savagely slamming my entire length into her bowels, causing the meat to cry out, and the cheap folding table Omar used as a counter, to creak alarmingly.

I gripped the pregnant meat's hips tightly as I pounded away at it's ass, and after only five minutes or so of fucking her very tight asshole, I came with a grunt into her depths. When I pulled out, she was a bit stretched out, and I was pleased to see a line of my spunk leak out and run down her leg.

Once I was done, I smiled at her. “My Abby will love you. You're just what she sent me to find.”

I gave Omar a ten, and he handed me the change of five creds back. “She's all yours, Garret! Enjoy your food!”

I turned to the North and headed to my next stop, knowing my food would follow.



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>>15054
I like it! I'm not into furry or micro so your previous stories don't do much for me, but this one has a great potential.

I bought a large wide brimmed hat for the girl, and had her put it on right away. I didn't want her to burn in the hot middle eastern sun. The hat cost more than she did.

The market sold everything, and anything that could be bought and sold. From women to watches, and socks to sex. Even deeds to those things too big to fit under the colorful awnings that every shop and stall sported, such as land and vehicles. You could also buy food other than the two legged variety. I had the food carry the non-walking food I bought as I looked for veal.

Well, the 'right' veal. I got the feeling Debby wanted me to choose a young girl that I would find attractive. The problem was, I needed tits and curves to be attracted to a female. Which was what was making it so hard to find the right one. I mean, if it was just a matter of one that looked tasty, or was the right size for a particular dish, it would have taken me just minutes to find something that fit the bill. It would have to be a girls that was a little older than most veal that I'd normally find in the market.

Veal that was aged five to eight years old were very common, and young women from fifteen and up being the same. Girls that fell between those two groups were, for some reason, very rarely seen on the market as food. So for now, I just window shopped the veal that WAS on display. For example; at one stall I stopped at, an older woman looked to be keeping the business in the family. All the girls seemed to be either her daughters or grand daughters, all nude and smiling at the crowd of shoppers flowing by.

Though the saleswoman was the oldest, and the only one wearing cloths of the entire lot, she was most likely only in her late forties, and still well put together, with large breasts, slim waist, wide hips, and long wavy black hair. The next youngest was a spitting image of her, just a dozen or so years her junior. The next, a set of twins that looked a year or two younger, then all the rest were a group of ten or twelve veal aged girls from about eight, down to a set of twin toddlers, no older than two or three years old. It was hard to get a good tally of their numbers, because like with most kids those ages, they never seemed to sit still, unless they were sleeping.

After talking with the matron of the stall full of relatives, I learned that they had rented the stall, and were trying to make enough to buy a new apartment. It turned out they were only a small part of a much larger group of women. Even if they didn't raise enough money, they would at least reduce the strain on the others in the group.

While I talked with her, I idly checked the quality of her wares, picking up one of the twin toddlers and kneading her flesh. She was a well fed little thing, with a nice layer of baby fat, giving her chubby cheeks and round bottom. Even her tiny filet was chubby, and she even reacted favorably as I was inspecting it, by growing slightly moist and cooing happily. Then I moved on to one of the older girls who had caught my eye when I noticed her fingering herself as she stared at me with a big smile as she watched me check out her sister's(?) filet.

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After more than on hour of walking, browsing and no luck, I decided to take a short break at one of the many food stalls scattered throughout the sprawling market. I was hungry, and I was guessing my kid's new toy at least was getting thirsty. I'd get some water for Abby's meal, as well. She wouldn't be getting anything to eat, since she was going to BE eaten before the day was done.

The place I chose was a self-serve joint, where there were a selection of meat girls, a few still whole, but most missing body parts, that you simply carved off whatever you wanted from the meat-girl with the supplied utensils provided by the stall owner. The girls on the menu also acted as wait staff, as long as they were able to be mobile, going from table to table, either taking orders for their own parts, or other girls owned by the food stall.

The toy and I sat at a table, while Abby's main ingredient sat under the table to get a little extra shade. In the middle of the round table was a small charcoal grill, and next to that was a salt shaker and a small selection of spices and a short stack of flatbread.

Most of the staff/food had strips of bandages over different parts of their bodies, and some were even missing whole limbs. Ours was only missing a small strip of meat from her calf. All the women and girls serving the little restaurant had their most select cuts (cunts, breasts, asses, etc.), still intact. It was an unwritten rule at these market food stalls that those cuts were reserved for the few men of the city until the market starting closing down for the night, hence the nervous looks I got when I sat down.

When our server stepped up to my table, I did as I always did, and asked if she had chosen to be food. I was surprised by the answer I got. “No sire. My owner ordered me to be food today.”

I always asked that, but this was the first time I'd found unwilling meat. Because of that answer, I decided to find and punish her owner.

“Who is your owner, girl?” I asked her.

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What happened to TDM?

>>15075
Oh, WTF happened to lit? now it shows jut's a list of threads and no clue what is in them or they they were updated.
maybe this version of the page could exist separately as story index but we need old version too to track changes and see if anyone posted something new.

>>15087
you can see the last reply on the left corner…

Sorry, but this is no good. It's just a list of threads like the one we already have at the top of the page.

Seeing the first post, or at least a starting portion of it, was useful to get a better idea what the post was about - it would often include story codes or some sort of description for the story.

Seeing the last post was also useful for seeing at a glance what was updated. The date of the last update doesn't even show in this new list, only on the old list at the top of the page (which apparently we're planning to lose), and
even if it did show, does anyone actually check for updates by looking at dates and then trying to recall what was the date you've last checked? And then even if you do all these calculations and think the thread was updated you have to open it to see that it was just a short comment. Simply scrolling down and glancing for new stuff was much more practical IMO.

So no-no-no to this version, please switch back to how it was.

>>15088
You mean date in the scroll box?
That's no good, as nobody will remember what was the date of the last post.

Now we really have just a same list of threads 2 times one in the tiny useless sroolbox and another in the main page.

>>15087
>>15090
Thank you for your feedback, perhaps we made a mistake. It has been reverted back now

>>49663
That arm should probably just be dangling there connected by a bit of skin and flesh from her armpit.

Can the next one be a zombie or werewolf story with some pussy munching?

>>49662

>Just a gorefest for the ones who like it.


Well this is gore/guro imageboard. :)

that was nice !

>>49687
I liked the 1st and 2nd comics from this guy a lot (i mean the commissioner). But now it got so repetitive that its just boring.
I still like some scenes and the new artist colored work show promise, but im afraid its going to be the exact same story as before… Just do something new with the girls! The bodies at the end always look so ugly.

>>37268
AWESOME!

>>37268
I'd say that's a very successful test!

>links expired
>hard drive with downloads died
hope you're doing well, wherever you are

Here's to a hopeful return.

Coming in again for hoping for some kind of return. The pieces here looks really interesting, especially the one with the woman with white hair.

Try with a smaller file (e.g. resize the one you wanted to upload). One thing that can cause this error is files larger than the server can handle. I don't know exactly what the limit is and it seems to vary by file type, so you'll have to experiment a bit.

That error information is important for staff to understand the issue

>>92076
Whose elves are these? They're adorable

>>92185
thanks
https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/93303650

[Kago Shintarou] Aiko Juurokusai

>>15826
Oh my god THANK YOU !

>>15827

Kys fag.

lurk moar

Eficient is alive! Was beggining to wonder… Great story as always!

Any progress on setting up a new story archive of your own somewhere?

awsome story, cant wait for more

I suppose Volunteer should be put in quotes here :)

Sice story is written in the first person I suppose I am supposed to refer to "you" as main character there :)

>>23927
Well, I just found out ASSTR is back online, I could upload everything again, haven't done it yet…

>>23959
Thanks man

>>23960
Definitely in quotes… but no, I don't write putting myself in their place (the victim, lets say), I write from their perspective because I think its a more interesting POV

>>19582
Same for me, can't access the poll

Where are we with this at the moment? :-)

I'd like to be able to vote, but the poll seems to be dead, and not in a good way!

Maybe we can have a new thread where all the nominated stories are posted?

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Made in Abyss S02 E01 and E04 (or Chapters 39 and 43 in the manga)

Tuttle Twins ep 4
https://youtu.be/HGDkvX8P7CU

Loud House- A Grave Mistake

Fractale ep 3 (or chapter 5 in the manga)

Technicaly if we like guro we should!^^However if such an organisation exists outside fiction is really the question!:P

This site is the secret hideout for illuminati. Fuck around and find out

Indeed we are the illuminati headquarters!^^

true

If anybody here starts talking about "The Matrix" next we'll probably need to stage an intervention…