>>21315
Thanks :D That's the vibe I'm trying for with this one :D

I really like it! Great work!

I like it too

>>21334
I'm thinking of it as a chance to throw in lots of ideas that are in my head but don't justify a whole story in themselves :)

>>21292
Full body taxidermys

> the woman took down a prize of a small cuddly toy from the rack and handed out for both the girls to take between them

So they don't get the head? Oh well, still sounds fun.

Pt 7

“I’ll do it!” Jenny grinned, handing her purse to Charlie. Seeing the ginger girl’s head come off like that had been such a rush and the danger she was putting herself in thrilled her. As the two naked little girls were let through a gate in the counter round into the game area, they saw a cart with three freshly-decapitated naked bodies on it.

“Where do the heads go?” Amy ask curiously, seeing how the redhead’s was added to a row of others just under the counter.

“The taxidermist buys them from us,” the woman in the waistcoat explains, “makes them into trophies and whatnot.”

“I guess the girls get used for meat?” Jenny asked, imagining that most of those who lost their heads would end up cooked like the girls they had seen when they dropped off the burgers. The woman nodded. “But what about the boys?” She was genuinely puzzled. She knew there had been some call over the years for boys to have the same opportunities as girls when it came to being cooked and eaten but tests had shown that their meat was simply not of the same quality or taste as that of girls.

In fact, her dad had shown her a video clip the first time she had asked about this very issue. It had been a televised event where a panel of judges consisting of celebrity chefs, food critics and other such people that were deemed to know about food participated in a blind taste-test. The intent had been to show whether there really was a discernable difference in meat quality based on age and gender or whether the perceived difference was a result of cultural bias.

In order for the test to be as fair as possible, the meat had all come from one volunteer family consisting of mother, father, and non-identical twin siblings – one boy and one girl. The family had been introduced at the beginning of the show and she remembered giggling at the willies of the dad and brother and wondering if they tasted like sausages. She recalled that the children were called Max and Helen and that they were nine years old but she couldn’t remember the parents’ names.

Anyway, while the presenter discussed the history of cannibalism in general and the legacy of Sidney Roebuck in particular, the family were taken away, slaughtered and pieces of their meat prepared in identical ways, four different styles of cooking, ready to be presented to the judges. To prevent bias or collusion, the samples were numbered differently for each judge so that only the adjudicator would know which meat had come from which volunteer. Assurances were given, she recalled, that the remaining meat would not go to waste but would be donated to a homeless shelter – she remembered this particularly because she’d giggled imagining the surprise a homeless person might have finding a willy in his sandwich or floating in his stew when everyone knew that people-meat came from girls!

The results had been much as expected, with the only slight surprise that the meat from the mature man, the dad, had ranked higher than that of the boy but only just. The little girl’s meat had unquestioningly been deemed the best, followed by the mother’s, with the note that, while it was the second best, it was a considerable drop-off from the top spot. The man meat was described as maybe being okay for a stew or ground up with lots of other ingredients, as long as there was plenty of seasoning to mask the taste, but the boy meat was described by all the judges as close to inedible and none of them had any desire to even try finishing the dishes made from it. Jenny had felt a little sorry for Max, giving his meat only for it to be described so poorly but at least, she reflected, he had helped to answer the question and settle the debate!

“Hmm,” the woman frowned, slightly surprised by the question, “I think they get ground up for pet-food or something? I know sometimes the zoo buys them but I don’t know the details.”

Two other volunteers from the crowd had stepped forward now, apparently a girlfriend and boyfriend of around thirteen or fourteen. Amy and Jenny were, of course, already naked but the giggling young couple quickly stripped off. Jenny couldn’t help wondering if it was the first time they had seen each other naked and were using the game as an excuse for doing so? The boy certainly seemed to be liking what he saw and both Jenny and Amy thought them a very sweet couple and hoped that neither would lose their heads.

With one plinth still to fill, the woman helped the volunteers get into position. Jenny saw that either side of the hole for the head were sharp blades on heavy springs with wooden handles on the back. From what she could tell, if the target was hit, catches would release, allowing the blades to spring out until they met in the middle, severing the head of whoever was in the box. It seemed like quite a cool idea and fairly simple mechanism. Assuming she survived this game, which she thought she had reasonable odds of doing, Jenny thought she would recommend something like it to her dad. It could be fun, she thought, to give meat-girls a button to set it off themselves – she was sure plenty of the girls her dad processed would enjoy the chance of cutting off their own head!

A padded, plastic-coated cushion made it comfortable to kneel in the box and, apart from the wooden board that held her neck in place and the generally cramped space, there were no restraints of any sort inside, leaving contestants free to relax or even to masturbate if they wanted to.

Those in the boxes, not to mention those waiting to throw the balls, were a little impatient waiting for the final plinth to be filled but eventually a group of teenagers, maybe fifteen years old, approached. With a little prodding and prompting from her mostly male companions, a busty teen girl agreed to take the final spot and glared at her friends as they watched her undress with wolf-whistles and cat-calls. Once she was in place, the game began.

Jenny felt one or two balls bounce off her wooden prison. The position of the sun made it hard to see who was doing the throwing but it seemed to be mostly larger figures, probably the rest of the group of teenagers. She could feel her pulse quickening, at any moment a wooden ball could bring about the end of her life and cut short her plans of a career in the meat preparation and selling industry! Most of the balls, however, seemed to be flying in the direction of the middle plinth where the older teen and her large breasts were contained! It seemed her companions had no intention of letting her leave with her head.

“Hey!” the girl yelled out over the laughter and whooping, “Quit throwing ALL of them at me! There’s other heads here too you know!” But just at that moment, a hurled missile found it’s mark. “Fu..” the girl began to swear as she heard the click but the rest of the word was cut off, along with her head which went spinning up into the air, to the great cheers of those watching.

“Yes!” the boy who had thrown the winning ball high-fived the tomboyish girl next to him. “Barbecued Becca boobs are on the menu!” Jenny couldn’t help chuckling a little at this as she, along with the other four survivors, were released.

“Middle plinth looks like the one to avoid!” Amy observed, rubbing her slightly sore neck as they collected their participation prizes.

“Yeah!” laughed Jenny. “I’d say so!”

“That was pretty intense,” Amy told her, “but I loved it! Come on!” she grinned as they were let back around the front of the stand to rejoin their friends and Becca’s voluptuous body was added to the meat cart. “Let’s go see what else we can find!”

Lol, poor Becca. I’m surprised you can make casual murder so amusing.

So, two things I want to say:
1) How many of the girls does everyone think will survive?
2) Edward, your bias is showing considerably. There's unlikely to be much of a difference between young males and females. And the drop-off in quality with age is pretty unlikely as well.

>>21365
One survival is fine,there would be as many as piglets slaugthered I though.And girls could come across some other friends or classmates at the fair.

>>21365
Haha I know but it's an in-universe explanation for why boys are not routinely eaten the way girls are! After all, it's a universe where live-cooking results in edible meat and boobs are delicious so science doesn't really apply here :-P

Also, I've not decided if they survive or not… maybe they all will? ;-)

The girls walked on for a little while, looking over the stalls as they passed and handing out leaflets to anyone who looked interested. Some were to men looking to sell their daughters and a few boys who said they were going to try to talk their parents into having their sisters butchered but most went to girls and young women themselves.

“Hey! Check this one out!” Mandy beckoned the others to watch another game that was about to begin. The girls gathered around eagerly to see what this one was about. Once again there were naked contestants risking their lives for the entertainment of the other patrons. Four this time, three boys and a girl with the youngest boy appearing to be around seven years old and the oldest somewhere around fifteen. The middle one looked to be the same age as the girls, maybe a year or so older judging by the small but noticeable growth of pubic hair around his erect penis. The girl looked to be South Asian, Indian or Pakistani, and was around thirteen or fourteen years old with small, pointy little tits and a smooth, presumably shaved vulva.

“Wow! The prizes for taking part in this one look way better than the other games!” Beth pointed out, noticing the much larger toys and fairly expensive-looking novelties on display, advertising that they were what survivors could win.

“Yeah but check out your odds.” Jenny replied, peering carefully at the way the game was set up and listening to the rules currently being barked out by the operator to gather players. “One person dies every time. I know two people lost their heads on the coconut shy but that was down to luck, I bet most of the time everyone walks away but not with this one.” She explained the mechanism, pointing out the circular targets with the hole in the middle, the water butts underneath and the ropes around the necks of the naked volunteers. “The players keep squirting with the water pistols,” she explained, “until one of the butts is filled to a certain level then everyone else’s water cuts off and the platform drops, leaving the volunteer to hang!”

“I’ll have a go at that!” Charlie laughed, bouncing up to the operator and paying her entry fee before taking her place behind a hose-fed water-cannon. Her target seemed to be the oldest boy. He did not seem to have a full erection but was never the less impressive. He caught the naked ten year old girl looking up at him, her eyes not making it quite as far as his face. He grinned and winked at her, making her blush deeply.

The other three stations were already occupied and soon the game began. Getting the water through the small hole in the target was a lot harder than Charlie had imagined. Her competitive streak took over and she quickly forgot that people’s lives were on the line – she just wanted to win! Suddenly there was a click, a cheer and Charlie’s cannon cut out.

She turned quickly to see who had won. The twelve year old boy who had seemed so aroused by the danger he was in was kicking and thrashing at the end of his rope while a girl who could not have been older than six cheered herself and basked proudly in the congratulations and admiration of her family and the other spectators. The hanging boy’s body spasmed and he ejaculated violently before becoming still, his lifeless body swaying gently a few short feet off the ground.

“Too bad!” Jenny patted Charlie on the shoulder as the survivors were released and given their prices, the dead boy was removed and the game reset. “Guess it’s not as easy as it looks?”

“No, but now I have to try it from the other side!” Charlie grinned.

“I’ll join you!” announced Beth, “That was so hot to watch!” and soon the two naked girls were being led around the back of the game area and up to the platforms where nooses were placed around their delicate young necks. Niamh and Mandy decided they would play this time and paid their entry fee to the operator who assigned them cannons away from their friends. Mandy’s potential victim was a pretty blonde girl around her own age and the space behind Niamh’s target was occupied by a little dark-haired, olive skinned boy of eight or nine years old.

“Okay, cannons armed!” the operator announced. “Ready? GO!”

Oh Edward, this promises to be one of your hottest stories so far, and that says something!

Best Edward Hyde story yet!! I love this so much. Please keep writing on this one. And thank you for all your great writing and your imagination.

Very nice! Looking forward to the next chapter, I hope Charlie or Beth hangs!

It’s nice that you can just jump to methods instead of worrying about set up with the sort of “come one come all” nature of this story. I think it sets you up for greatness.

>>21391
Yeah that's why it's such fun to write :D Next chapter close to finished…

>>21361
the sample set is too small

curious if proponents of boy meat will fund research in larger sample sets

tbh, I prefer the slaughtering of female individuals, just displeased by the perversion of science due to the absence of peer review

I really don't know why I am so bothered by he perversion, this is gurochan after all

>>21393
Honestly mate it's a joke as much as anything - a response to questions about why boys don't get eaten in the world of my stories. I know there's absolutely no scientific basis for it but, in the Sidneyverse, girls are yummy and boys are yucky! That's just the way it is!

question- why are boys not eaten?

in-universe answer- because they do not taste as good, which is more explanation than a lot of stories give

Actual reason for those who doubt how boys taste- Mr Hyde has no interest in dedicating a lot of words and time to boys, it's literally that simple

>>21395
You hit the nail on the head :D

Pt 9

The water cannons sprang into life. Mandy and Niamh put all their concentration into getting as much through their respective targets as possible while Amy and Jenny kept looking between their friends behind the cannons and their other friends with the ropes around their necks. From what they could tell, Niamh appeared to be winning, keeping the stream from her cannon steady with far more going through the hole that not. Charlie and Beth’s targets were being sprayed by two boys, similar-looking enough to be brothers, Beth’s around eight years old and Charlie’s eleven or twelve. Both had serious, focussed expressions and the way they were holding their cannons made it clear that they were used to playing video games with big prop guns.

Despite knowing that his victory would result in her death, Beth found herself cheering on the little boy shooting at her target, shouting encouragement to him and assuring him he could beat his brother. The boys that Niamh and Mandy were shooting at, however, were doing their best to distract them and put them off.

All of a sudden, somewhere in the distance, there was a loud splash and a huge roaring cheer. Mandy and Niamh, along with the four naked volunteers and all the spectators of the game turned momentarily to see what was going on. It looked as if someone had successfully hit the target on the piranha tank and that the volunteer who had been dropped in was now being devoured by the ravenous shoal.

“Damn! We missed it!” Mandy muttered turning back to the target.

“Crap!” Niamh swore as he cannon cut out. It took her half a second to realise why this had happened but a sudden high-pitched yelp snapped her attention, along with everyone else, to Charlie who’s platform had fallen away and was now thrashing about, writing like a fish on the end of a line, hanging from the rope around her neck. The boy shooting at her target had been the only one not to break concentration when the man-eating fish had received their over-due feeding and his focus had paid off. His friends ran over to congratulate him while his younger brother looked a little morose. The other four girls ran over to Charlie to watch their friend’s final moments in horror and fascination.

“Wow…” Niamh stared, wide-eyed as the pretty brunette’s face started to turn from red to purple. “I feel kinda guilty! I… Sorry, Mandy.” She put her hand on the slightly smaller girl’s shoulder, worried that she would be upset to watch her sister die but Mandy was breathing heavily, obviously very aroused by the show, with a broad grin of her face.

“Don’t apologise!” she laughed. “This is the hottest thing ever and I bet Charlie thinks so too! She’s always had a thing about hanging! Bet that’s why she joined in this game!”

“I guess that’s okay then!” Jenny chuckled a little uneasily, glancing away from Charlie’s final dance to see the other volunteers being released and giving their prizes. She was used to seeing girls and young women die in her dad’s shop, everything from little cuties who were hardly more than babies up to women in their early twenties, many of whom found real life beyond university with it’s requirements for employment, rent, car payments and various other mundane drudgery to be too much like hard work and decided selling their body for meat was a far easier alternative. Heck, she had even helped to kill a lot of them and processed the meat of many more. But never before had she watched a friend die.

She looked around at her four remaining friends as Beth rejoined him, hugging a large panda toy which was her prize for surviving. What if one or more of them decided that they wanted to volunteer and asked her dad to process them? Would she assist like she had with little Maria earlier? It was a troubling thought but also thrilling and Jenny was more than a little disturbed by how exciting she found it.

Charlie’s body was still now, hanging limp such a short distance above the ground and gently swaying. The five girls watched in fascination as the noose was loosened and her body was added to the cart at the back, casually laid across the corpse of the boy who had died in the previous round. Already a new quartet of volunteers were undressing, all girls this time, mostly older teens with nice bouncy tits that would surely look great as they danced on the rope, and one younger girl, maybe twelve years old, who’s own breasts were just starting to protrude pokily from her chest.

“Should we stay and watch another round?” Jenny asked, wondering if the rest of the girls were feeling as shell-shocked as she was by Charlie’s admittedly incredibly sexy demise.

“I think there’s a show or something about to start over there!” Beth pointed to a stage where a crowd seemed to be starting to gather, above which hung a banner advertising the local zoo. “We should go watch!” The others agreed and the group moved off, Mandy lingering only a moment longer to give her sister a final, silent goodbye before following them, wondering if they would see Charlie’s body on the grill later and wondering if she’d get to try a bit!

The five naked girls managed to squeeze their way reasonably close to the front and got a good view of the stage. There were big cages with cute little monkeys, some colourful birds and one with two very cuddly-looking tiger cubs. There were also bigger cages, however, one that a very large and irritated-looking adult tiger prowled back and forth and the other which had an artificial tree set up in the middle from which hung a very large, thick python, it’s head the size of that of a large dog! There were roll-banners stood along the back of the stage explaining the important conservation work that the zoo was part of and inviting people to subscribe and become a “friend” of the zoo or to adopt a specific animal.

“I wonder what’s going to happen?” Mandy whispered to nobody in particular as a cheerful-looking man in safari gear and an explorer’s hat over his appealing tousled, dark-blonde hair emerged onto the stage. He looked vaguely familiar and Jenny realised she had seen him on the zoo posters all around the town and was pretty sure he’d occasionally been on TV too. Everyone clapped and cheered, obviously happy to see him, as he waved to the crowd.

He was soon joined on stage by a young girl of around thirteen, dressed in baggy tan shorts, an orange t-shirt with the zoo’s logo on it and sandals with no socks, her light-brown curls tied in a high pony-tail like a fountain on top of her head. She too smiled and waved but received a far more subdued greeting, nobody quite knowing who she was or why they were supposed to care.

“Hey there everyone!” the man grinned, speaking into a wireless microphone. “What an awesome day, huh?” Everyone cheered and clapped again. “The sun’s out, we’ve got great entertainment and great food! What more could anyone want?” There were more cheers and some laughter. “In a bit, you’re going to have the chance to come up here and meet our animal friends. You can even have your picture with some of them, but first, we need to give Myrtle her dinner!”

There was a little murmur of confusion and intrigue running through the crowd. Just who was Myrtle and what did she eat?

“Myrtle here is a very rare breed of python!” the man explained, walking over to the large cage where the apparently placid serpent rested in the tree. “There’s only three like here in captivity and they’re nearly extinct in the wild so she’s very precious! Such a friendly girl, too, arent’ you?” He reached through the bars of the cage, which were wide enough apart for a fully-grown man to comfortably slide his arm through but nowhere near wide enough fro the snake to slither out, and gave the giant python a little tickle under the chin. There was affectionate laughter from the audience as she raised her head in apparent pleasure and flicked out her forked tongue.

“Now pythons like Myrtle,” he continued, “digest their food very slowly so only need feeding once a month so what you’re about to see is a very rare treat to witness!” He grinned out at the audience, pausing a moment to allow his words to sink in. “In the wild, she’d eat pigs or goats or sometimes even a small cow or horse if she found one but we’re going to be giving her something a bit different today. Something easier to find and a little more cooperative!” It was at this point that the girl stepped up to the front of the stage and gave a wave.

“This is Bobbi.” the man explained. “Bobbi’s been helping out after school and on weekends for the last year and she and Myrtle have grown pretty close so she volunteered to be the one to feed her in front of all of you today so that you can experience this wonder of nature for yourselves!” There was a polite round of applause for the athletic-looking your girl as she grinned and waved again very perkily. “Perhaps you’d like to prepare?”

Now people were interested! Bobbi pulled her t-shirt over her head revealing a toned stomach and black sports-bra. There were cheers and whistles and she dropped her shorts and kicked off her sandals. As she pulled off her bra, revealing a pair of small, pointy little titties it seemed as if the audience would go crazy!

“Because there’s no other naked girls about of course…” Jenny half tutted, half chuckled to her equally nude companions. Growing up the daughter of a butcher had, for her, been much like growing up in a naturist family. She was so used to female nudity, her own and others, that she could never understand why it was still such a big deal to so many people. Maybe it used to be, she wondered, before women and girls were routinely eaten but these days any boy wanting to see a pair of tits could just take a wander down the high-street! Yet here everyone was, whooping and cheering as an admittedly attractive girl got naked in front of them. Perhaps, she wondered, there was something exciting in watching the act of getting undressed? The tease being more alluring than the end result?

The girl on stage was completely naked now, having pulled down her black panties to reveal her young vulva crowned with trimmed but still visible pubic hair. This, admittedly, surprised Jenny a little bit. She was so used to the meat-girls she helped process either being naturally hairless or having removed any body-hair in preparation for their trip to the butcher’s so seeing a teenage pussy in its natural state, so to speak, was quite a novelty.

While the now-naked Bobbi stood patiently, the famous zoo-keeper explained a little about Myrtle’s species and their habits in the wild. He then invited the naked and clearly excited young girl who was clearly either a gymnast or dancer to enter the cage. She drew back the bolt and opened the cage door only wide enough to slip inside before reaching through the bars and bolting it behind her. The snake looked up with mild curiosity but seemed otherwise unconcerned about the intruder.

“Now like I said,” the man continued while all eyes were on the cage where the girl was petting the snake that was about to eat her, scratching her scaly head and giving little kisses on the nose much like anyone might do with a beloved pet, “these two girls have been friends for a long time and Myrtle is used to Bobbi coming and going, maybe not dressed like this ‘though, more’s the pity!” He paused for the laughter that followed his remark. “So anyway, it won’t occur to her at first that Bobbi is food. She doesn’t get hungry the way you or I do so Bobbi will need to trigger her feeding instinct.

Everyone, including Jenny and her friends, watched with interest as the young teen coaxed the snake to open her mouth which was wide and gaping and slid her slim arm inside. Everyone seemed to hold their breath expectantly.

“Bobbi’s not going to have her arm bitten off!” the man explained with a slight chuckle as if reading their collective thoughts. “You’ll have to come to the tiger presentation at four if you want to see something like that! No, what she’s doing is stimulating the inside of Myrtle’s throat. We do this when we deliver her a pig or goat carcass to feed on or, indeed, when any of our volunteers want to give her a special treat like today.” Bobbi drew her arm out and stood still, arms by her side and her chest moving heavily with her obviously excited breathing.

“Myrtle’s trying to sniff out her food now,” the man explained, “seeking carrion first as that is, of course, far easier prey in the wild but, as you see,” he commented as the huge snake began to move her head from side to slide and uncoil her massive, muscular tail from the tree, “finding none, she will go for Bobbi. Watch this, folks!”

As the audience watched in silence, the tip of the snake’s tail began to coil around the girl’s ankles, creeping slowly upwards until she was encircled up to her knees. Bobbi glanced over at the zookeeper a little nervously, as if asking permission for something. He gave her a gentle nod.

“This is a painful experience for Bobbi, of course,” he explained to the watching crowd, “so I’m sure none of us would begrudge her a little pleasure, huh?” Bobbi placed her hands almost coyly over her vulva as if shielding it from view like a girl caught coming out of the shower with no towel but quickly slipped two fingers inside her tight but extremely wet young pussy and began to stimulate herself as the coils snaked higher. Soon her arms were pinned in place and anything she may still be doing with her fingers was hidden from view. “Good luck, Bobbi!” The man called out in her direction, “And thank you for everything you’ve done for Myrtle and the other animals!” The girl gave a slightly weak smile as her chest disappeared inside the writhing coil, leaving only her head and shoulders still visible.

There was absolute silence as the audience watch the snake decide she had coiled far enough and begin to contrict. There was a crunching sound as Bobbi’s bones were crushed within the incredibly strong coils of the huge serpent. She gave a cry of pain and coughed a little blood onto the snake’s yellow-white scales but she continued to squeeze and constrict. Bobbi’s face began to change colour much as Charlie’s had not fifteen minutes earlier and still the snake squeezed.

Suddenly, the large head shot forward, jaws open wide, taking the apparently still barely alive teenager’s head in one go then pressing down, loosening her coils as she forced Bobbi’s crushed body inside her own. Having reached Bobbi’s hips, Myrtle released the rest of her coils and allowed her prey to fall to the floor of the cage. From this position the snake slithered forward, gulping the pretty, tanned legs inch by inch into its massive throat. When no more remained visible of what had been Bobbi, Myrtle the snake coiled herself up and began the slow process of digesting her meal.

“Well, that’s it, folks!” The zookeeper announced. “Come back at four if you want to see the tiger fed and in the mean time, do come meet some of our smaller critters!”

“What do you think?” Jenny asked as quite a lot of the audience began to surge onto the stage.

“I’m pretty hungry actually.” Beth conceded. The others all agreed. “Shall we go see what’s cooking?”

“Becca boobs from what we heard at the coconut shy!” laughed Niamh.

“Don’t forget Charlie!” Mandy laughed, thinking of her sister’s limp but still delicious-looking body laying on the meat wagon. “We might find her on the grill!”

“Only one way to find out!” Jenny grinned. “Let’s go see!”

Um, wasn't Amy Charlie's sister?

>>21402
Oh yeah! D'oh!Will correct for Pastebin :)

Just lovely! I'm checking regularly for new chapters of yours. Everytime a highlight!

>>21404
Yay :D Glad you're enjoying!

Also you wrote that Mandy was shooting at a girl, but in this part you said that they’re both shooting at boys. Great story though!

>>21407
Haha sorry! Sounds like my porn has poor continuity-checking ;) Comes from having too many characters I guess :-P Glad you like the story 'though!

wow, this story is really hot.
Last chapter was really great.
Especially that Python feedings. I'm not generally into vore but that really did work for me. ;)

Thx so much for your work!

>>21409
Honestly not my thing either but I thought I'd give it a try :) It's an idea I never got around to using in the Halloween story and this seemed to be a better context for it :)

Very glad you're enjoying :D

such a great story - I like it much

I love it and it’s all my thing. Maybe the greatest story ever written. I really hope you continue this for many many chapters.

>>21397
Wow, that hanging was a thrill to read! Well done!

I'm not really into vore either, but that was nice to read too. I especially like the girl, I think nicely trimmed pubic hair on girls and women is very hot. But, like you wrote, that and cooking doesn't really go well together!

I can't wait to see what's happening next at the fun fair! Will the little group of Jenny and her friends be happily thinned out one by one? Please Edward, don't keep us waiting for too long!

Any idea how you're going to update these stories, if that message regarding the depiction of minors in art turns out to be true?

>>21474
What message was that? I know drawn depictions of minors in these situations is illegal in some countries. Is this a new rule for the board? I CAN write older characters but it's harder work and not as much fun, plus older characters' lives are more complicated…

Oh right just saw it. Guess that's all my stories going then! I adapted a couple of them for Dolcettgirls so I can repost those versions. Better make sure I save this one. Thanks for the heads-up :)

>>21476
This really sucks!! Could you finish this one for your pastebin? I would really love to see what you would have come up with.

>>21477
Yeah I'll finish it (along with the others! lol) but yeah it's annoying. I know I COULD just change all the character ages to 20 and mention their big tits occasionally but I feel like the stories would read wierdly then - adults behaving like children. Guess I just have to dust off the Pere Fouettard persona and write more about "big girls" lol

>>21478
I'm happy to hear that, reading your stories was always a pleasure!

Upload it on pixiv. Story formating on pixiv is very easy and no rules that would block your art.
And my trick for dealing with adult chars is to write fantasy chars or very very cute woman;)

>>21484
Yeah fantasy characters is one potential way to go. I have all my stories on Pastebin for now anyway :) I'll have to see what the future brings :)

Is it even sure, the post refers to stories? It says art as in Artwork, so could be only pictures. Also, is the post even for real? Its from "anonymous", don't the mods have names?

>>21486
I honestly don't know but it's on every page and "locked" so somebody with admin powers must have posted it.

>>21486

I second this. Something about the "announcement" doesn't seem right. The post is by "anonymous" and not one of the mods.

Second, it seems odd that NOW the host has an issue with the art after several years of being ok with it.

Third, it looks like nothing has been deleted.


So yeah, until we hear from the actual mods, I call bullshit on the "ban".

>>21489


I wanted to add another thing I noticed, which is this "announcement" is NOT on the front page and is NOT in the rules.

Nothing adds up.

>>21490
I think this is again that spammer's doing. In feedback thread mods already solved cp spam problem and I hope this sticky ban message would disappear.

I agree that this sudden loli ban sounds quite fishy.

Let's hope :)

Just to be safe, we should refrain from posting until this all clears up.