What does jissou juice taste like? I always assumed it either tasted like moldy mint chocolate chip, or a really slimy kashiwa mochi leaf

>>94421
define jissou juice

>>94424
Jissou juice (noun): When you chomp into a jissouseki, juice comes out. No one seems to know what this mysterious juice tastes like.

>>94461
Not sure. Animals seem to like them, they are a delicacy for the upper class or for eating on the cheap.

Is this thread still active

>>107755
I have a huge collection of old jissouseki images, but image dumping them would be kind of pointless. Not to mention the fanbase is nearly dead. The only site that still occasionally produces jissouseki artwork is one of 2chan's slow guro boards

>>107759
I tried to bring it back a bit. a post here an there an a few of my own stories.

I'd love to repost all my old jissou stories sometime. I've been meaning to write a new one since like 2021 but it's just never come to me aside from small pieces of what could be used to make it.

>>112987
Go ahead and post it. Rare as the material is, I find it enjoyable.

>>123078

yikes

yikes


zoinks


yikes

poker face

zoinks

>>113197
Wow, fucking took me long enough to finally do it, couldn't find this place again for a long while. Hope there's enough people still interested. Here's an old classic for you all.


Jissouseki Pedestrian Crossing


Mitaka suburbs, Tokyo Metropolis, Japan
June 2010
Approximately 10:50pm


The night breeze gave Sayuri a pleasant chill as she stepped out of the convenience store, looking around for a moment and admiring what a calm, quiet night it was. There was hardly even anyone out driving. With her bag of snacks in hand, the young woman began her walk back home. She got to the crosswalk and, while waiting for the light to change, heard something at her feet. No, two somethings...

"Miss Lady have food, techi!"

"Give food, desu?"

Sayuri looked down and, much to her disgust, saw two unusually clean Jissouseki, an adult and her young child, both about average height for their respective growth stages, the former standing at just about knee level to Sayuri and the latter the typical soda can size. They looked very hungry, not that she cared in the least.

"Please take us home, Miss Lady, desu!", the mama jissou begged, she and her child both doing the "cute" pose jissou are so famous for that makes most humans only want to hurt them even more, "We are little and don't eat much, desu!"

Sayuri's face took on a look of slight fear. She was neither stupid nor uninformed--she'd heard PLENTY of horror stories about these repulsive creatures that had been popping up more and more over the past few years, and she was not about to let even one of them anywhere near her home. Their stock claim that they don't eat much was a well-known lie, and they each somehow produce endless amounts of horrible-smelling green waste that permanently stains fabrics and furniture and makes hair and fur stink for days after. They're also extremely quick to anger and infamous for throwing shitballs, literally wadding up their own shit like a snowball and tossing it, so one wrong move while dealing with these two and Sayuri could find herself going home covered in green splotches. Thinking fast, she decided to distract them and make a run for it. Looking in her bag, she found some candy she'd bought, which happened to be konpeito, the candy that jissou are known to instinctively love for some yet-to-be-discovered reason. She quickly opened the package and took out a large pink one.

"You want food? Here's some candy!", she shouted, throwing the candy into the middle of the road and pointing to it, "Whoever gets it first is my new pet!" Within a second of her false promise being made, the hungry jissou were both waddling after it at full speed. Sayuri took this opportunity to flee. How unfortunate, she thought as she ran, since she almost wanted to see what might happen next. But getting home and just enjoying her time off work was far more important. She didn't want to risk them or any other jissou following her, it was already pretty late, and some dark clouds were gathering overhead...

What Sayuri missed began with a very much expected display of cruel, selfish behaviour from the mother jissou. She glared viciously at her child as they both made their way towards the candy. Sayuri's distraction of food and empty promise of a good home had made her want nothing more than the disappearance of the little pest running alongside her.

"CANDY IS MINE, DESU!", she screamed, turning and kicking her own child right in the stomach. "You stay away, greedy shit jissou, desu!" The child went flying all the way back onto the sidewalk, holding her belly in pain as her mother kept running, apparently completely forgetting she ever had a child.

"TECHA! Why mama hurt me, techa?!", she cried, getting back onto her feet, watching her bad mama get down on all fours and slowly move to pick up the candy.

"Mine, desu! All mine! First food all day, desu!", she gleefully cheered with a big drool-dripping grin, right hand-stump hovering over the candy in dramatic anticipation, "Now I finally get nice home, de--"

SPLAT!

The greedy mama jissou got her head and right arm flattened in an instant, likely on purpose given the speed and precision, by a car she'd failed to notice approaching, a huge amount of thick shit filling her panties and spilling out onto the road. It happened too fast for her to even let out any kind of final death sound. The candy was crushed as well, now just scattered pink sugar dust.

"Chuwa!", the shocked child whimpered, running over to her dead mother, crying and tugging on her shit-bloated panties to try and wake her. The child knew that her mother was hurt, but was in too much terror and grief to understand that she wasn't going to wake up. "Mama! Get up, techi! We must go back to park, techi! Dangerous out--"

SPLAT!

She got cut off as another car drove right over her mother's corpse, almost certainly on purpose, crushing the torso with a loud, wet crunch and making even more shit fly out. Her overloaded panties snapped off, her revolting diarrhea burying her child, who was stuck from the waist up with her legs in the air. The freshly orphaned child struggled for a moment before pulling herself out of the pile and coughing up a mouthful of shit. While mourning her very dead mother, she suddenly noticed a little lump of something poking out of the shit mound--a little jissou maggot's peaceful sleeping face, covered in birth slime. It had been born from an automatic last-second preservation pregnancy. She gasped, knowing by instinct that it was a maggot and her job as a good sister was to keep Maggot-chan from dying.

"Maggot-chan?", she cried out, pulling the maggot out from the poop, "I help you be born, Maggot-chan!"

The child began cleaning the maggot with her tongue, dropping it and letting it tumble to the ground with a yelp once it let out its cheerful birth fanfare of "Tetere~!" She began digging, found another maggot, cleaned it, listened to its "Tetere~!" and tossed it aside, repeating this seven more times and finding thumbs as well. She now had nine sisters, three Maggot-chans and six Thumb-chans.

"My new family, techi!", she squealed gleefully, her sisters assembled in a neat little group, happily staring up at the child as she greeted them from atop the pile like she was the queen of Shit Mountain, "There bright side to everything, just like Mama told me, techi! We go back to park together and live happily, techi! And then we find Mr. Mans and Miss Ladies to go home with, techi~!"

A flood of happy "refu" and "rechi" reached her ears as her new sisters cheered. They weren't all that certain what they were happy about, they just somehow knew that they had a good reason to

SPLAT!

A third car passed and the babies were mangled and flattened against the pavement faster than the eye could detect, their blood and shit painting the road. A thumb and the maggot she was holding, their faces intact, stared out at their older sister with bulging lifeless eyes, their tongues and intestines hanging from their gaping mouths, looks of sudden agony eternally frozen onto their faces. The rest of the unfortunate thumbs and maggots had been crushed from head to toe into paste.

The child stared at the gruesome mess in total silence for a moment, her face stuck in a dumb smile, forehead turning blue and breaking out in a cold sweat after several seconds. She didn't know how to react or what to say, her tiny brain flooded with the realization that her brand-new baby sisters had all died at once right in front of her, mere minutes after their birth, that everyone she'd ever loved was dead, that she was a shit sister for not protecting even one Maggot-chan, that she was alone and vulnerable, that she might be the next to die on that road. And if she didn't die there, she'd certainly die on her way back to the cardboard box she called home.

Left without anyone to call family and retaining absolutely no hope for survival, she fell to her knees on the pile, now filling her own panties in despair, and began to sob into her tiny hand-stumps as rain came down. All the shattered jissou child could do now was wait...