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    A Tight Squeeze (loli, dubious consent, snuff, asphyxiation, cannibalism, mild scat, school)

    1. I am a fairly new erotica writer and as such am hungry for constructive criticism and feedback on my work. This story has been posted on multiple platforms. Please let me know in the comments or via whatever messaging platform is available what you thought of the story, even if you did not like it at all. The only exception to this call for feedback is that if you wish to criticize this kind of (violent, sexual, underage) content, please rather keep it to yourself. If you do not mind this kind of content or enjoy it, but nonetheless feel this story is subpar, do engage.

    2. This story is only an exercise in catharsis – its content and characters are entirely fictional and do not represent any real-world preferences or desires. If you are easily offended by themes or literary portrayals of parental betrayal, extreme sexual violence, and underage characters engaged in sexual and violent scenes, please do not read any further than this.

    3. If you enjoyed this story, let me know. That's the only way I know to write more!

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    She's an adult, he thought, looking into her bright green eyes.

    "I really want to see whether the students…"

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    Jason looked over to the beautiful woman sitting across from him, her long brown hair draping over her shoulders. She is a vision, he thought as she took a sip of her wine. She wore a black, shoulderless dress that showed off just a hint of her cleavage and hugged her slim frame.

    Rebecca noticed Jason staring.

    "I really appreciate it," she said, smiling at him.

    "I beg your pardon?" Jason inquired, slightly flustered at having been caught staring at her.

    "For everything," Rebecca said. "For hiring me, for supporting me in the job."

    "It's my pleasure," Jason said, returning the smile.

    "You know," Rebecca said with a blush. "I've had a crush on you ever since middle school. You have been my favorite teacher ever."

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    Good story. I had kind of thought this was a world where female free use was legal but sex with students was still socially unacceptable given the attitudes of Ivanovas, and how easily and quickly the principal did a 180 in his attotude and eagarness to fuck Stefania. I was convinced once he clearly didn't care about Stef's comfort or Ms. Long's concent once the decision to have sex was made and the ease with which he was willing to kill and discard Stefania further made me think that such things might not be unheard of in that society.

    However,the very, very end makes me think that that was not the case and that my assumption was wrong.

    In either case it was a very good story. VERY GOOD.

    My only other comment other than wishing that it was set in a world where we would be likely to see more such stories is, that I wish we could have had a little scene set in side the locker that let us see Stefi's death.
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    Melody’s anatomy lesson
    (No-sex loli dissection snuff cannibalism)

    Mrs. Jenkins' backyard was a riot of color, her garden a stark contrast to the dreary London streets outside. Melody Simmons, wearing her favorite pink dress, skipped through the vibrant flowers, her laughter echoing off the high brick walls. It was a rare sunny afternoon, the kind that felt like a warm embrace after the dreary school week.

    "Melody, dear, come help me with the cookies," Mrs. Jenkins called out, her voice as sweet as the blooming lavender that surrounded them.

    Melody's smile widened as she dashed into the kitchen, the scent of freshly baked cookies wafting through the open door. Mrs. Jenkins was a kind teacher, the kind that made school bearable. She had always had a special bond with Melody, often inviting her to her house for extra lessons or afternoon tea. But today was different. Today, Melody had agreed to help with a very special anatomy class.

    Her heart pounded as she took her seat at the sturdy wooden table. Mrs. Jenkins had set out a tray of sandwiches, a jug of lemonade, and a plate of cookies that looked suspiciously like the ones they had made together. Melody's stomach rumbled, but she knew she wouldn't be allowed to eat today. She had a role to play in this lesson, one that was both terrifying and thrilling in its novelty.

    The other students began to trickle in, their eyes wide with curiosity. They whispered to one another, glancing at Melody and then at Mrs. Jenkins. She noticed some of them clutching notebooks and pencils, others with cameras at the ready. This was going to be a lesson they'd never forget.


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    >>26227
    I started the thread with a world building Idea which you can read at the quoted post (I hope... new to these parts) and got a little feedback. So I wrote a story, or what could be the start of a story, that has a prologue and a single Chapter... IF I continue it, the story will be individual events following a school and a single teacher in that school. (Explained in the prologue)

    The prologue has a modified explanation that is a little bit more loosely worded but fits the context that I wanted to write in, giving a little background that wouldn't be easy to put into the story itself.

    The prologue is world building, in a nutshell, so I'll probably tag it as such, but with a few other minor tags.

    Look for both shortly...
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    > worldbuilding about the implication that people are just fine with casual guro is fun too!
    But the thing is there's no worldbuilding here, it's just "a wizard did it" unironically spelt out within the actual story.

    Here's an example of worldbuilding explaining how people are fine with casual guro:
    Long time ago public executions were both a form of punishment for criminals and a form of entertainment for the crowd. With advent of humanism, it was deemed too inhumane as a form of punishment... however it was hard to push for the ban of capital punishment when the crowd still demanded their entertainment. So the humanists proposed a compromise: there will still be executions held for entertaining the crowd, but instead of prisoners they will use volunteers. The logic is that since they volunteer to it, it's not inhumane. Who would volunteer though? For starters the dedicated humanists themselves, for the sake of promoting the ban of capital punishment. Then as with time this idea grows on the people, and the very idea of execution stops being associated with punishment but becomes more associated with entertainment, volunteer for execution will become seen as an entertainment job, like being a singer or actor. Indeed, singers or actors would volunteer, as essentially executions are now on par with music and movies. While entertainment was always an aspect of executions, which has led to this situation in the first place, back then it was more of a byproduct, but now entertainment becomes the first and only aspect. Volunteer death now equates to fun, and with that shift in concept more and more people find out they're actually into being snuffed, turns out it can be fun not only for the audience, but for the volunteer too. And of course more brutal = more fun, so while some will be content with standard hanging or beheading, as dying itself is fun enough, others will seek out more creative and spectacular ways to die, say some famous entertainer might consider that only the most extravagant death would fit their status. Now, I mentioned executions being on part with music and movies, and seeing how a school can have school concerts or school plays, it also becomes normal for school events to have executions. Even kids' parties will occasionally have someone volunteer to die for their friends - and their own - fun, and that's viewed as normally as when the kids are, say, singing karaoke at the party, just another fun activity. And here you have a world of casual guro without any wizarding viruses involved.

    Another example is Edward Hyde's Sydneyverse.

    And before you say "but what of the numbers", people don't fap to numbers. Death of one fictional character is entertainment, death of millions of fictional characters is fictional statistics, which sounds even more boring than real statistics. The world also doesn't have to have everyone dying all the time, all it has to have is death as entertainment be normalized. Then you just write about the cases where it does happen and don't write about cases where it doesn't. Just like Harry Potter can tell a story all about wizards while only a tiny fraction of its world's population are wizards.

    > This is a common trope
    Trope-shmope. Just compare these two sentences:

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    I really appreciate the kind words. Glad you liked it


    Aoi, I wrote a whole reply to your last message and I deleted it because... well it came off as belligerent and mostly just angry. Frankly, I'm not going to argue with you on this anymore than to say your last two sentences make NO sense to me at all. The paths are talked about but none of them are actually assigned or described in the chapter. Natalie simple wants to be entertainment for her class. She knows they will enjoy it, and more importantly her teacher will.

    I've already said that the world building here was rushed and didn't quite have the effect I wanted, but it worked enough to give a starting point.

    Perhaps I'll write another chapter... perhaps not. We'll see. But if I do, I will be looking at students that follow those other paths as well. So, perhaps it will just be casual sex in one of the chapters...
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    > The paths are talked about
    Why are they even talked about? Who on Earth talks about it like that? Think how in our world we do have like nerds, jocks and so on, but we don't call them Paths with capitalization and talk about them like "The System said there were the Nerd Path, the Jock Path and the Delinquent Path, but the teacher knew you could also be an Athletic Nerd and of course Athletic Delinquent", or "This student showed promise in studying, but the teacher knew they were clearly leaning towards the more Athletic Path", or "Uhm, well, Sir... I think I wanna be a Jock, Sir".
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    I think "like a twelve year old" comes across as really harsh, Aoi, but what it DOES specifically remind me of is "Young Adult" fiction. Which is mostly written for twelve-year-olds, at least on paper, but not *by* them.

    Anyway, I guess that's my criticism there. But YA is quite popular, even if dystopian YA is on the wane for a few years now, so that's not necessarily awful?
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    Again, these are not my stories. They're from the old Gurochan. They are written by the quite talented and very missed author Rosie. I'd say he the Edward Hyde before Ed started writing. Enjoy:

    Ellie Wants a Swing:

    "Daddy, I want a swing."

    Elle was a cute nine year old girl with a pale complexion and long red heair gathered into two pony tails. She was thin to the point her limbs looked almost too fragile to support her own weight. She also had brown eyes and a cute smile on her face, which was meant to melt her father's heart so he would do what she wants.

    "I don't have one."

    Nick was getting annoyed. His daughter asked for a swing for what seemed to be a millionth time, despite him declining every time. He loved her smile and her big eyes, but they didn't work this time - he was busy and really did not have a swing, or even a spare tire to hang from the tree in their backyard.

    "Pretty pleeeeeease." She leaned closer to Nick, so he could see down her pink blouse. She didn't have breasts yet, but she knew he loved looking at her nipples. She was also amused by the fact that he still haven't noticed she constantly let him see them on purpose and not just accidentally.

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    Does anyone know if Rosie has ever written anything outside of the old gurochan?
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    Not that I know of.
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    i am pretty sure she recotinued thestoreis because there is a second day of babysitting somewhere on here already. like 1 - 2 pages back
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    This is more so of a shower thought rather than actual idea discussion.

    Drama involving AI aside... I do see the concept of NaNoWriMo that, if you write 1667 words a day...
    ...you would created something long enough to be considered a novel by the end of the month.

    So my thought is that is it possible for someone (if there's anyone bothered) trying this for their own /lit/ novel?

    /shrug
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    So this is the first time I've actually put forth effort in this story. 90 percent of this is ai, I'm just steering the ship. I do want to know what y'all think about it though. There's some brutal ryona in this and it's about a 14 year old girl.To be honest though I've seen a lot worse on this site. But I'm just letting y'all know what's in the story. It is going to be on going until I get tired of it I guess lol. But yeah if y'all do read it give me your feedback.













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    There's a separate ai board
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    M/f noncon snuff feet dissolving

    I had snatched it from a back garden and bundled it into my van. It was light and small and easy to tie and gag inside the back ready for the long trip on the back roads to my place.

    When at dusk I arrived it was tired and thirsty.. it squealed and sobbed a bit as I brought it in, but once we were down stairs and I had bolted the strong iron door there was no chance of it escaping so I let it free to crawl around. It looked for a place to hide but under the electric lights there was only bare white washed walls and the paraphernalia I kept for the filming and torturing of pretty creatures like it.
    I used to keep them a few weeks and enjoy them, working my mind up to doing what I wanted to do to them. But now I done it several times and knew it was so easy I liked to get down to business straight away, while my blood was high. I grabbed a beer and ordered it to strip: plimsolls, socks, shorts.. then t-shirt and finally it’s cotton panties. Pale, soft, shivering flesh. I made it bend over and touch it’s toes while I got the camera rolling, then as it cried and begged it dutifully arranged itself into all the gymnastic poses I ordered it to.

    I ordered it to lie on it’s tummy and handcuffed its hands behind it’s back, then I took a length of cord and tied it’s ankles together, I took some time to fondle it’s feet as they are my favorite part on them. An ideal shape and size for my demanding tastes.. I appreciated that it had painted it’s little toenails a hot Barbie pink.
    When I had finished sucking and cumming on them, I lowered the hook chain from the ceiling to attach to the ankle restraints, then used the pulley-wheel to raise it upside down, off the floor, it’s long blonde hair dangling. Such a beautiful site. Helpless, wriggling, crying.

    I stroked it’s head, licking it’s tears, letting my cock run over it’s face and upper chest while I pushed my tongue between it’s legs and tasted the yummy meat.

    Then I knew the moment of upmost pleasure had come. I put on my rubber apron, gloves and mask. So excited by the new level of it’s screams as I lifted the lid on the large drum of acid. I held it’s bucking body tight as I manouevred it directly above the vat and again with one hand on the pulley and the other slowly manipulating my cock I began to lower it into the boiling, bubbling liquid. It’s gurgled screams were exquisite as it’s head went under and it’s whole body convulsed- I lowered it further and the corrosive gunge began to froth as it consumed the pretty thing, burning and melting it down. All the way down until only it’s lower legs and feet were poised.

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    Another Victim
    (M/M/f, snuff, feet, asphyx)

    The two men licked their lips as they carried their latest catch out of the van where it had been cuffed in a hogtie position, ankles to wrists, on it’s tummy, it’s mouth stuffed with an over-sized ballgag. It had wet itself and it wriggled and cried, but it was too tired to really put up much of a struggle.
    They took it down to the dark cellar and left it there while they stripped and grabbed a couple of beers to drink out on the porch. It had been a couple of days they had been out hunting for prey in the small towns in the South of the state. A few near misses, then the perfect opportunity had presented itself and they had gone swiftly into action.
    They didn’t talk much. They had done it a few times now, they might have similar tastes but they knew little of each other's lives and didn’t really want to. Once in a while one of them would get the hunger and they’d agree to meet up.
    Bill with a pair of scissors, began to remove its clothes: a pale pink t-shirt and white cotton vest beneath; black leggings and wet panties. On it’s feet some little white sneakers. They all were thrown straight in the incinerator.
    Bob had his video camera out and bean to film it. It had lovely pale pink skin that blushed on it’s quivering, soft butt cheeks, light reddish-blonde hair hitched up in two pigtails. Big blue-gray eyes, rimmed with tears. It’s name was Melanie.
    Bill wrote her name on the side of the box from where Bob had taken the small black video he had inserted into his video camera. Hello Melody. Congratulations, today you get to star in your own movie. But before we begin, I think you should watch what we did with our last little startlett.
    Bill picked another video box from those lining a shelf. It’s title was Pippa.
    The video, which now played slightly fuzzily on the old tv began with a girl just like herself, but honey colored skin and hair in a short brown bob. She too was nude, ballgagged, on her tummy with knees bent, with wrists and ankles locked behind her tightly. There was the one called Bob, he was licking the girls toes. He really seemed to like them. He was pumping that big man sausage over her soles. There was a close up of Pippa’s little tied squirming feet covered in spunk. Then the camera moved to her frightened face and another man’s big cock, presumably Bill’s was now ejaculating across her face.
    The video moved on and Bill was now readjusting the cuffs so her arms were secured together and her ankles separ

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    I notice the formatting on that last one was a bit squashed and confusing, so hope I can rectify that with this one: Also notice victim's name changed from Melanie to Melody.. well returning to Melanie, its a couple of weeks later and Bill and Bob pull the video with it's name on and slot it in the machine for a wank session....

    They have the little piglet strapped tummy down on a metal gurney with it's bum bum raised in the air. One of the men is fingering and licking it.

    The camera goes in nice and close, pans down to enjoy it's scrunching soles and perfect little toes. then goes round to focus on it's tear stained face. Dribble is leaking from it's ball-gagged mouth. THe camera man with his free hand pushes the head of his cock against its cheek and on the audio he can be heard calling it a cute lil' kitty.

    THe camera pans back to it's bumhole. THere is a distinct cackle from one of the men as he holds the tip of a carving knife to its rectum.

    THen while the camera man's cock is stroking over it's juicy little feet the other begins to push the blade up into it. Very carefully at first so it only bucks a little...

    Over the static hiss of the video audio you can hear Melanie moaning and squealing... it's muffled throat sounds increase as the man is really pushing the knife in now.... then out.. in and out in a rhythm....

    THe cameraman spurts all over its pale bum and feet and the picture goes black a moment.

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    Anything goes as long as it involves young shotas getting killed and potentially fucked by males, being other shotas or adults.


    Feel free to contribute.

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    The young boy was named Michael, and he had always been a kind and well-behaved child. His parents were incredibly proud of him and had high expectations for him, as he was their firstborn child. Michael had always been a little intimidated by his father and did anything he asked of him, even when he didn't want to.

    One day, Michael's father returned home from a hard day at work on the day of his birthday. The father had longed for a relaxing evening, but as soon as he walked through the door he was greeted by a strange sight: his 10-year-old son, Michael, was sitting in the living room completely naked on his knees, with a bow drawn around his neck in permanent marker.

    When Michael saw his father, he yelled out 'Happy Birthday, Dad!' Overcome with surprise and curiosity, his father asked him what was with the bow. Michael gulped and slowly said that he was his father's birthday present and that he had to cut the bow off. Immediately, a wave of understanding rushed through the father as he realized what his son had done for him. Michael handed his father a knife from the kitchen, and the father accepted it lovingly.


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    Three Little Bitches Beheaded

    by Azalel

    Prologue



    Tyra Fastenne, Renee Dupois, and Kelly Green sat in the waiting room. The other hopefuls had already left the studio. The three preteens sat waiting while the producers talked to the mothers of the three little actresses.



    "Would you three like anything to drink," the receptionist asked.

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    The following is fiction and depicts acts that would highly immoral in real life, and will not be done in real life. I can separate real life from fiction. With that in mind:

    Hi! My name is Aarvi, and I'm a 14 year old girl. Truth be told, although I go to school nearby, I don't have many friends. Well, any friends, really. I usually keep to myself at home, often reading or playing games on my laptop. My relationship with my parents is pretty rocky too, we regularly get into arguments, often about computer use.

    One day, when I was going home from school, I felt almost certain someone was following me. I sped up and tried to get home quicker, but later, next Saturday, I was out to go to the shops down the road another person seemed to be tailing me, although I didn't recognise them from before or anywhere else. I had to put it down to my imagination.

    But could I put it down to my imagination that my hair on my arms and legs seemed to be growing less? I needed to shave less and less often over the next few weeks. And my pubes just vanished completely one day. I woke up, and they were gone. I didn't particularly mind, I didn't shave it becuase I couldn't be bothered, not because I preferred it that way. But I felt uncomfortable and watched. I couldn't tell anyone though. For one, I would be far too embarrassed, and they also wouldn't believe me. I went to bed tossing and turning with several thoughts going through my mind for the next couple of weeks, but it was gradually put out of my mind in favour of other things.

    Then, about 8 weeks later, once I'd completely forgotten about the people following me or my body hair vanishing, I went to sleep one night completely unsuspecting of anything. When I woke up the next morning, I was shocked.

    I was in a concrete cell, about 2m^3, with metal bars on one side, a carpeted empty corridor behind it. I was entirely naked. As I became more aware, I suddendly realised this, and my first instinct was to scream. This was when I discovered I couldn't make any noise from my mouth. I could try as hard as I liked but it was as if my vocal cords had been severed. I was hyperventilating, I clamped my legs together and covered my breasts with my hands, scared that someone was watching me, or might come and see me like this.

    There wasn't much I could do, and I sat waiting in anticipation. After a few minutes of nothing changing at all, I relaxed a bit, facing away from the bars and occasionally looking back through them to see if anything was happening.

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    "You are being released," the woman said. I couldn't believe it. "Yes, both of you. Look at this berry. You can eat this safely. Don't eat any others. Yes, you are being released into the forest, but if you go more than 20km from here in any direction, your implants will not allow you to piss even after fucking each other, and you will die of a burst bladder long before you leave this massive forest. You will know you are outside the range you are allowed to be in because your nipples will snap to each others, pinning you to each other. They will immediately let you free once you go back."

    I sighed in frustration. Even now, I couldn't go back. I doubted they would ever let me go back. She had spoken for a while, but with both of us voiceless, neither of us could interrupt her. We stood there, stunned, for a moment. She put some berries in front of us.

    "Eat the one which is safe. I don't want you to die out there!"

    I walked over to the one she had said earlier was safe, and disappointedly lowered my head to take a bite out of it.

    "Good!" She made sure my pair also was clear on what was safe to eat, then pushed us both out the helicopter and onto the forest floor. A moment later, the helicopter was up in the air and away, leaving me and my pair alone and half naked in an unknown forest.

    I'd fallen on my front, so without arms it was a bit difficult to stand up, but I managed it. I spat dirt out of my mouth. I looked at my pair's face, and we both seemed unsure of what to do next. Taking the lead, I decided to start walking in a direction, although I wasn't exactly sure why. Fortunately, he followed me, as losing him would have meant certain death as we still needed each other to be able to pee. His dick still hung soft within his short shorts, it seemed his implant's vibrate functionality had been permanently disabled. We both continued walking for a while, the rising sun's rays glinting over my pair's hairless legs and torso.

    As I was starting to feel a little sweaty from the exertion (although the weather was still mild), we approached a small river, not much deeper than my height, and maybe 5m wide? My pair just enthusiastically walked straight into the water, and staggered a bit, the current was more than he was expecting. I was feeling thirsty and wanted to drink from the water myself, but as I leant down to drink, I saw my pair fall over completely!

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    It's been a while, but my favorite subject has never been far from my mind.

    Don't Worry, Sweetie (preg, abortion, snuff, cons, FF/preemie)

    I answered the phone on the first ring, before she could change her mind and hang up. "Hey, sweetie," I said. "What's on your mind?"

    There was silence, and I thought for a moment that I'd lost her. "I… I… do you… oh dammit…"

    "Shh, hush now, it's ok. Do you know where the Deluxe Inn is, down by the river?"

    "Umm, yeah, I think so?"

    "Come on over and we'll talk about it. Room 222, easy to remember, it's around back. Do you got that? Say it back for me, sweetie."

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    > For example, having a subsequent scene with the protagonist having her planned stillbirth would've been excessive, blurring the ending.

    That was actually part of my original plan. But the exposition required to make it work was clumsy and not very sexy.

    > the story overall was very hot and it properly made me cum, and that's what counts.

    That is the nicest thing anyone has said to me on Gurochan. I was pretty sure I was the only one who would admit to being turned on by my writing. As strange as it sounds, your response inspires me. Thank you.
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    Shit, never thought I'd be turned on by a concept like this. Very nicely written.

    A few lines of dialog were kinda awkward, maybe aiming more to be hot than to be something characters would say. Like "Ella loves you so much. She trusts you. She wants to live, but you want her to die." Hot (so weird that this is hot to me), but it sounds a little awkward when a character actually says it. I think you'd have to set up more of a dynamic between the characters for that line to land.
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    feel free to ignore my input, i'm just an anon on gurochan
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    Kimmy was a good girl. Every day she would wake up early, dress up in the prettiest outfits, then take a calm stroll through the local park. She was an absolute angel, so sweet and kind. She knew the names of everyone she passed by on her walks and would greet them cheerfully each and every morning. In turn, the passersby would greet her back, often complimenting her beaming smile or her cute outfit for the day. These little interactions made Kimmy very happy. Mornings like those were the most blissful times of Kimmy's life.

    This particular morning, however, was the worst one of Kimmy's life. This morning, right before she was able to complete her lap around the park, a stranger jumped out of a van and dragged Kimmy inside. The person injected her with a syringe and knocked Kimmy out in seconds. The whole time, Kimmy tried as hard as she could to fight back. Kimmy had recognized the van, she knew what they wanted with her. As her mind slipped into unconsciousness, she prayed for mercy. There would be none of that for her.

    Kimmy woke up with a start some time later. For Kimmy, it had felt like time had passed in an instant. One moment, she was being injected with some kind of drug, the next, she was wide awake in a totally different location, laying on what seemed like a hospital bed. To her shock and horror, Kimmy discovered she no longer had any arms or legs. She was little more than a torso and a head now, completely naked with her long blonde hair tied into a tight braid. Kimmy cried out in despair. Her life was ruined for good. She would never walk in the park again, she would never be able to put on cute clothes herself anymore. The perfect mornings she used to know were gone forever.

    A nurse came in to calm Kimmy down. As Kimmy had expected, the nurse had a NBIS badge on her uniform. The National Breeding Initiative Sector. Then it was true, Kimmy had been chosen by the specialized governmental department to serve as a living cum-station. Kimmy had always heard of girls being taken by the NBIS in the middle of the day, but she had never expected that she would be one of them. Kimmy sobbed pathetically as she realized that she would be forced to sleep with dozens of men daily for years to come.

    "All to combat the unprecedented population decline." That was the reasoning behind the cum-station program. Soon, Kimmy would be transported to a local brothel where she would spend the rest of her days getting impregnated by high ranking officials and other elite

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    Has the story been abandoned?
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    This needs to be bumped. I have some more ideas for Kimmy, but not until she's quite a bit older (she's going to be the first member of the NBIS's new hucow program!) but I don't really have any ideas for between where we are now and then. I hope E-Sarah comes along with her Mom's part soon.
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    I've been sitting on some ideas while waiting for E-Sarah's bit. I didn't want to step on her toes, as it were. It's been almost three months, so... I guess I'm going to write something else, instead. I'll see if I can get it posted tonight. I just want more amputee content on here, y'all. There's SO MUCH snuff, which is great, but this is what I'm into.
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    This is so good though please continue!
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    Quite a few years ago, I wrote a little novel for the Dolcett Girls Forum. I never really published it, mainly because I thought I'd polish it up and sell it. But, life changed and that really isn't an option anymore. Amazon and Smashwords won't accept snuff and I'm thinking a book with throwing someone in a grinder and live spitting might not be an option for anything besides print.

    I haven't really looked at this for years, so I'm going to go over it as I post.

    This has a lot of scenes: cannibalism (given the Dolcett title), lesbians, lots of blood, castration, hanging, spitting, rape, true love, and general fucked-over sexiness that I like writing.

    Please, comment and enjoy.
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    Wow. Huh. I find it hilariously ironic, even though there's no real irony, that everything I enjoy seems to be before my time. I'm always late to the proverbial party. I wish very much that I had known about this site when you were posting this old novel, and now I'm going to have to take up the search to see if you still have an online presence.



    As for my thoughts on the peice itself, it's wonderful. Just wonderful. It felt so real, and even though lesbian porn itself doesn't perk my interest at all, the perfection of the romance drew me in.

    I think what hooked me at the start was how bizarre and real it felt. Hailing from the Midwest myself, your very short descriptions of the area felt nostalgic. Our roads really are terrible around here. After that... I just couldn't stop reading.



    In the end, I just want to thank you for sharing this wonderful piece of fiction. I'm sorry I wasn't around years ago, but I hope I can show support now.
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    He posts his stories at https://tsade.com/ now.



    Replace the xx with tt, as usual.
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    Ok....... I am seriously shaken. I have to take a minute to gather my thoughts. Plot and description wise, this was fucking intense and I loved every second of it. This wasn't my usual reading fare and it's hard to keep my attention on something that I'm not usually into. Serious fucking props to you t'Sade, I loved this!! If talk more but right now I'm speechless and it's 4 am. Cheers~~



    If you're considering reading this, it's a major time dedication but well worth it in the end.
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    >>13192

    I know the feeling. I don't always get on gurochan these days, mainly because it was going down so frequently and I was blocked up by some commissions I'm finishing (I'm not going to do commissions for a while after I get through my queue so I can focus on patreon/getting a steady chapter pipeline for my site/here). My website (above) is probably the best to follow me mainly because I can schedule posts (which I can't do here).



    I'm really glad you liked it. Thank you.



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    Thank you!

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    This was inspired by a certain story on Pixiv (which I don't recall the name of, so don't ask), but it's actually 100% written by Claude 3.5. I feel it makes an interesting counterpoint to the other AI-generated stories sitting around here.

    I left it unedited for demonstrative purposes, and also because I find your pain amusing.

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    Chapter 1: Sweet Beginnings

    The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Citrus High sports field as an expectant crowd gathered around a hastily constructed stage. Banners fluttered in the breeze, each bearing the name of a different school club: Drama, Science, Athletics, Art, Debate, and Music. The air buzzed with excitement and nervous energy as students whispered among themselves, their eyes darting between the empty stage and the six girls standing off to the side, each wearing their club's distinctive colors.

    Principal Amelia Thornberry strode onto the stage, her sensible heels clicking against the wooden planks. She tapped the microphone, eliciting a sharp squeal of feedback that silenced the crowd. Clearing her throat, she began to speak, her voice carrying across the field.


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    Chapter 4: Zoe's Empirical Meltdown

    As Zoe Thompson approached the next phase of the obstacle course, her chocolate brain was buzzing with questions and hypotheses. The sight of heated razor wire stretching before her would have been intimidating to most, but to Zoe, it was a fascinating experimental setup.

    "Heated razor wire," she mused, adjusting her chocolate-framed glasses out of habit. "Clearly designed to melt and slice simultaneously. Fascinating!"

    She glanced back at the bear trap mountain, where medical teams were still attending to the puddle that was once Mia. A twinge of concern for her friend flickered through Zoe's cocoa-infused neurons, quickly replaced by scientific curiosity.

    "Mia's progressive disembowelment was unfortunate, but highly informative," Zoe muttered, making mental notes. "The licorice viscera seem to play a crucial role in maintaining chocolate homeostasis. I wonder..."

    Her train of thought was interrupted by Principal Thornberry's voice over the loudspeaker: "Contestants, please proceed with caution. Remember, evasion is key in this phase!"

    Zoe's chocolate brow furrowed. "Evasion? But where's the scientific value in that?"

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    Chapter 5: Lily's Grating Performance

    Lily Chen, star of the Drama Club, approached the next phase of the obstacle course with a swagger in her chocolatey step. Unlike her competitors, who had shown various degrees of embarrassment about their nude chocolate forms, Lily reveled in the attention. She struck poses as she walked, eliciting cheers and whistles from the crowd.

    "Now this is what I call a captive audience," Lily purred, blowing kisses to her adoring fans.

    As she reached the next obstacle, Lily's chocolate eyes widened with a mix of surprise and excitement. Before her stood an enormous circular slide, spiraling down several stories. However, this was no ordinary playground equipment – the entire surface was covered in what appeared to be cheese grater-like protrusions of varying sizes and sharpness.

    Principal Thornberry's voice crackled over the loudspeaker: "Contestants, this is the Grater Slide of Doom. Please proceed with caution and strategy. Remember, slow and steady—"

    But Lily had stopped listening. Her dramatic instincts had kicked into high gear, and she saw an opportunity for the performance of a lifetime.

    "Caution? Strategy? Darling, where's the drama in that?" Lily scoffed, tossing her chocolate hair. "The audience came here for a show, and a show they shall have!"

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    Chapter 6: The Sweet Finale

    As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting an orange glow across the Citrus High sports field, the remaining contestants gathered for the final phase of the Sweet Victory Challenge. The crowd, which had thinned somewhat after the more squeamish spectators departed following Lily's grating performance, buzzed with anticipation.

    Principal Thornberry's voice crackled over the loudspeaker: "Ladies and gentlemen, we've reached the final stage of our unprecedented event. Our remaining chocolate champions will now engage in a sword fighting competition. The first to completely break down their opponent's chocolate form will be declared the winner!"

    The three survivors of the previous challenges stepped forward: Olivia from the Debate Club, looking determined despite missing an arm; Harmony from the Music Club, her chocolate form covered in dents that made her look like a half-melted candy bar; and a surprisingly intact Zoe from the Science Club, who was swaying slightly and muttering equations to herself.

    "Contestants, please select your weapons," Principal Thornberry announced as a table full of various sword-like implements was wheeled out.

    Olivia, ever the strategist, quickly grabbed a rapier. "The superior reach and precision of this weapon will allow me to target my opponents' weak points effectively," she declared.

    Harmony hummed thoughtfully before choosing a broadsword. "The acoustic resonance of this blade singing through the air will be music to my ears," she mused.

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    Epilogue: A Bittersweet Victory

    As Zoe lay face-down on the field, her rubber chicken still clutched triumphantly in her chocolate hand, a strange hush fell over the crowd. The students of Citrus High looked at each other, then at the chocolate remains scattered across the battlefield, and finally at their fallen champion.

    Principal Thornberry cleared her throat nervously. "Well, um, congratulations to Zoe Thompson and the Science Club for their... unconventional victory. Now, as for the, er, traditional conclusion to our event..."

    The students began to murmur excitedly, a gleam in their eyes that was equal parts mischievous and hungry. As if on cue, they began to move towards the field, surrounding the chocolate form of Zoe and the scattered remains of the other contestants.

    Zoe, still dazed from her earlier self-experiments, lifted her head groggily. "Is it time for the peer review already?" she mumbled.

    One of the students, a lanky boy from the Chess Club, stepped forward. "Actually, Zoe, it's time for something a bit more... tasty."

    Realization dawned on Zoe's chocolate face. "Ah, yes! The final hypothesis: Is the winner as sweet as victory itself?" She struggled to her feet, wobbling slightly. "Well, in the name of science, I submit myself as a test subject. Eat your hearts out, fellow students! Figuratively speaking, of course. My heart is made of licorice."

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    A certain story, huh... it wouldn't happen to be this one: https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=19306375
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    Just a short story I had laying around my head for a while, let me know if you like it.

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    Sarah was exhausted, it had been an unusually long day, and by then all she could think of as she toweled her hair dry was collapsing on her bed.

    She was naked, except for a pair of white panties, as her room was usually hot during the night and she preferred to sleep like that anyway.

    A moment later, she made her way out of the foggy bathroom and into her bedroom as she tried to wrap the towel around her hair.

    The room was dark, the only light coming from the bathroom, but as she stopped under the doorframe, she felt goosebumps running down her back and she looked towards the opposite side of the bed.

    Barely visible, a tall figure stood looking directly at her.

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    Eficient you are my favorite autor on web. sorry english is not my native language
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    Yaaaay Eficient is alive! :D
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