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Thread: What Have We Done. (HoldTheDoor x Amaranthine)

Elizabeth Stanners had just been on her walk home from work when she, quite literally, ran face first in to an unsuspecting passerby. It was her fault of course, like always she had her head buried in her phone this time hunting down a Pikachu in Pokemon Go, and honestly, whoever it was should have just let the blonde stumble backwards. Maybe falling on her ass would knock some needed sense in to her. But fuck, she sure as hell didn't get that when the man she had walked face first in to who was also on his phone grabbed her by her shoulders and steadied her. Her initially apologetic expression turned to shock, and her cheeks flared red as she realized who was holding her - Jordan . Once upon a time he was the love of her life in the worst way possible, a series of events that crashed down around them while they struggled to keep themselves together. In the end... Well, their break up, the real one and not every one of those I can't see you anymores that happened, was the best thing they'd ever done. She finally moved on, ignoring the nagging feeling that she needed him in her life. She finished college, got a job she loved. She hadn't seen anyone else, not seriously, but life was... good. Until she stood there staring with deer in the headlight eyes until he released her and she managed to step back. As she shoved her phone in to her pocket with one hand the other pushed wisps of blonde hair out of her face, and then her finger tip rested between her teeth as she formulated a response. Yeah, uh, yeah. Sure. It's been a while. I, uh, need to drop my stuff off at home first but it's... just around the corner. Her hand formed a loose fist close to her face before she pulled it to her chest. If you wanna wait for me, or come with me, or something. We could go to to the Weston's? She cocked an eyebrow as she grasped at her thumb, referencing a small and generally quiet bar a few streets over on the main drag of the town.
Thread: What Have We Done. (HoldTheDoor x Amaranthine)

Jordan stood there patiently as she stammered and stuttered through her words, he was surprised that she had agreed, his surprise growing when she offered for him to come with her whilst she dropped her things back at her apartment. He hadn't been to her apartment since the break up, and a morbid part of him wanted to see what had changed and stand in a place that had once been so familiar to him. He had a girlfriend waiting for him at home, one who doted on him as if the sun shined out if his ass, he knew the last thing he should be doing is following a woman he once thought he loved back to he apartment. I'll come with you, why not, I'd love to see what you've done with the place. Jordan said, the words spilling out of his mouth before his courage had the chance to desert him. He started to walk towards where her apartment was, knowing the way all to well as he let his legs follow a route they had walked many times before. He knew he shouldn't be doing what he was doing, and yet that very same thought was what made this so enjoyable for him. As they walked in relative silence he turned to look at her. How have you been. You look really well, it's good to see you like this. You know I hated the way it all ended, it's hard for it to end like that with someone you once felt a lot for. He said, almost as if thinking aloud to himself. It didn't take long for them to arrive at the apartment that he had once known intimately. Go on, give us the tour of the new and improved apartment. He said laughing jovially, trying to take some of the awkwardness out of the situation.
Thread: It's national sandwich day, bitches.

And this is important shit. So put your learning caps on and strap in because I'm about to get educational in this motherfucker Credit goes to The Oatmeal for his comic.
Thread: It's national sandwich day, bitches.

I nver heard of Miracle Whip. Looks and sounds horrible though.
Thread: It's national sandwich day, bitches.

You made me quite literally spit out my drink from that comic because I'm FOREVER telling my husband that Duke's Mayo is the ONLY thing that's acceptable in that family of condiments. He is in love with Miracle Whip though gag
Thread: It's national sandwich day, bitches.

Fine! Alright, I will admit it and tell you I never like Mayo. It is fatty fat fat! I do not want to put it in my sandwich.
Thread: It's national sandwich day, bitches.

I love mayonnaise and real, not the yellow sweet thing mustard. But Americans come up with the most random days!
Thread: It's national sandwich day, bitches.

Despite knowing how much fat mayo has in it, I eat it anyway. I think a little bit can really go a long way in a sandwich, as I really hate the feeling of dry-ass sandwiches in my mouth. I have never even had Miracle Whip once, but my friends and family have always told me that mayo is a lot better. 1 for mayo!
Thread: It's national sandwich day, bitches.

I hate them both. Dry sandwiches for life.
Thread: It's national sandwich day, bitches.

This was a way bigger debate than I expected. Mayo is a staple of our diet down here in the south. Weirdest sandwich I've ever had mayo and banana on white bread. It was pretty good.
Thread: It's national sandwich day, bitches.

Mayo and banana sandwiches are good. No self respecting southerner would use anything except Dukes. lol. I dont like a lot of it on my sandwiches though. A thin layer on both sides of the bread is enough. Of course my family also eats mayo sandwiches. Nothing but bread and mayo. Its a rare thing, but yeah, we have eaten those.
Thread: It's national sandwich day, bitches.

Mitsu said I hate them both. Dry sandwiches for life. Click to expand... How, Mitsu, how?! xD When I don't put any mayo on, I still have to reach for something else. Mustard or Jalapeo Ranch are my other go-tos.
Thread: It's national sandwich day, bitches.

When I was a young, I had a bad experience with a cheeseburger. The ketchup had made the bun very soggy, and as my tongue ran across the underside of that bun, I nearly gagged to death. The texture was so repulsive that it has put me off from sandwiches with just about any kind of spread on them. Sometimes I can tolerate a very small amount of BBQ sauce, but 99 of the time my sandwiches are dry.
Thread: It's national sandwich day, bitches.

I dislike Mayo, its too fatty. Ketchup is awesome, and so is everything else basically. Except Guacamole. I can't tolerate that lol
Thread: It's national sandwich day, bitches.

a spoonful of mayo is not that unhealthy compared to whatever else you're putting into your sandwich cheese, meat, etc but listen, you don't need mayo sprinkle a little of this on there and you're good 2 go
Thread: It's national sandwich day, bitches.

Forbidden Fruit said Except Guacamole. I can't tolerate that lol Click to expand... I'd say we couldn't be friends anymore, but you share my love for queso tho, so it's okay.
Thread: It's national sandwich day, bitches.

Oh yeah, a bit of mayo is not bad. Homemade is even healthier though many American people won't do raw eggs so that's an issue.
Thread: Journal for Posting and Schedule

Not much else to say about it. Don't feel like writing much tonight. I will do posts tomorrow.
Thread: The Questionable Experiment (PsionicCuttlefish & Soft Stroke)

The online ad was a little vague, but interesting. It was from some small new start-up company somewhere in the city, looking for volunteers to try out some products they were developing. The body of the ad read We are researching a new line of enhanced exercise machines and other body-improvement products designed especially for women, and we need volunteer subjects to test their effectiveness. The only qualification necessary is to be a female. The testing period will last anywhere from a day to a week or rarely but possibly more, depending on the aptitude of the subject. Subjects will be offered a sum of 5,000 per day of testing at the conclusion of the experiment for that subject. If you are interested, stop by our office at the following address on any day during business hours... The rest of the ad was rather vague, citing proprietary secrets and confidentiality regarding the nature of the improved exercise machines and products to be tested. Perhaps a bit suspicious, but for a young girl on hard times, the chance to make a serious chunk of cash for just a few days of being a guinea pig was likely too good to pass up...
Thread: The Questionable Experiment (PsionicCuttlefish & Soft Stroke)

From the outside, the office of the company was relatively nondescript, and once inside, it was almost equally ordinary. The lobby area was a mid-sized room with a secretary behind a single desk, and a waiting area off to the side. The waiting area had several adequately-soft-looking chairs, a coffee table with random magazines on it, and a water dispenser with a stack of paper cups off to the side. There were several plain doors in the room, but all were marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. When Amari approached the secretary's desk, the secretary--a middle-aged woman dressed conservatively and with her hair in a bun, perhaps the most typical and ordinary secretary one could imagine--looked up from whatever she was doing and smiled at Amari. Welcome, dear! Yes indeed, we are always looking for more volunteers for testing. It's not exactly a 'job' per se, just a short-term experiment that we will offer you compensation for when it is complete. Please, have a seat, and someone will be with you shortly to take you to the back, and you can get started. Once Amari complied, the secretary returned to typing away on her computer. Amari probably also noticed something, possibly as soon as she walked in it was warm in this building. Like someone had cranked up the thermostat. It wasn't sweltering, but it was definitely warmer than most people kept their offices. The secretary didn't seem bothered in the slightest by it. Amari could wait. And wait. And no one arrived right away any question on this was met with They're on their way, just need to take care of something in the back first...but that water dispenser was looking mighty tempting... What Amari didn't know, couldn't know, was that the water in the dispenser was laced with a powerful and fast-acting sedative.
Thread: The Questionable Experiment (PsionicCuttlefish & Soft Stroke)

The secretary noted that Amari was dressed rather cutely, but that wouldn't matter for much longer. After Amari sat down, the secretary watched Amari without looking directly at her. It took only a few moments for the young girl to get up and get some water from the cooler. Good . The secretary continued to type away as she waited. Amari visibly got sleepier and sleepier, until finally, she tried to speak up but then slumped back in her chair. The secretary smiled. It wasn't a nice smile. The secretary pressed a button on her desk. Sir? Another one is ready for testing. Gradually, Amari would rouse to wakefulness. At first, the only thing she would be able to register is that she was sitting in a comfortable cushioned chair with armrests and a headrest that was leaned back slightly--a perfect orientation for restfulness. It was quite comfortable, and the ambient light was dim, so sleeping in a bit would feel quite attractive. But as the sedative in Amari's system wore off, she would notice that her skin felt...a little cooler than normal. A little more breezy than it should be, especially around chest and between legs. She might try to move--and when she did, she would find that she can't. She would then realize that in addition to sitting down, her thighs were spread apart quite widely, at a bit more than a 90 angle. Not only that, but that the reason she couldn't move is that she would feel strong straps--around her neck, upper arms, elbows, wrists, upper thighs, lower thighs, upper calves, and ankles. And that she couldn't feel any of her clothes. Ah, you're awake! Good, now we can get started. A male voice said, and the lights abruptly turned up. When Amari opened her eyes, she would find herself in a large and odd laboratory-looking room with all kinds of weird machinery. She would also be able to confirm that yes, she was completely naked, and yes, she was tightly restrained and bound to the seat she was in. There was a brown-haired young-ish man in a long white labcoat standing near her, with an unsettling grin on his face. Now, Test Subject 37, we can begin your experiment.
Thread: The Questionable Experiment (PsionicCuttlefish & Soft Stroke)

The 'scientist'-looking guy kept that disconcerting grin on his face as Amari's awareness returned, and naturally began to panic. She was quite a beautiful specimen lithe body, decadent brown skin, and exotic facial features. Much too small titties though, but that would be fixed soon enough. The scientist just maintained his toothy smile in silence until Amari properly figured out that she was not going anywhere, and stopped hysterically asking questions. He loved this part--well, he loved every part of what was going to happen, but for this specifically he enjoyed the initial confused terror that would soon give way to dawning horrified comprehension once he explained things. My my, so many questions, but I shall endeavor to answer them all as fully and completely as I can, in order. The scientist-guy said in a perfectly calm, conversational tone, as if Amari was not currently bound in an extremely compromising manner. He took in a small breath. You fell asleep in our lobby, as intended, so we could bring you here. You are here for your experiment. You are the thirty-seventh volunteer, thus, Test Subject 37. You already asked what happened. Us carrying you was how you got here. You are naked because that is required for the experiment. You are in our research facility. And... The scientist's grin got fractionally wider. This is the experiment you volunteered for, to test our equipment. The straps holding Amari in the chair were soft and non-chafing, but quite thick, strong, and fairly tight. The scientist in particular enjoyed how she couldn't move any of her limbs, head, or her hips, but could arch her back slightly, and thus in her desperate attempts to make any motion she could, all she succeeded in doing was pushing her chest out into greater prominence and made them jiggle enticingly, though they were still far too disappointingly small. Amari would also notice two more things about her chair, being more aware as she was most chairs had a square-shaped seat, but this one was a V-shaped seat, one that conformed to the angle of her thighs. Slightly like a toilet seat, it left her pussy and ass fully accessible and vulnerable. And lastly, her feet were also actually planted in padded stirrup-like footrests attached to the chair as well.
Thread: The Questionable Experiment (PsionicCuttlefish & Soft Stroke)

Oh, but you did volunteer for this, and it was specifically not a job. Not my fault if you misread. The labcoated man said in an unsettlingly pleasant tone. You are in a way a research assistant, however, as you will be assisting our research. And the ad was for you to test our equipment's effects on you, so logically that would make you a test subject, wouldn't it? The scientist answered what he could, before Amari descended into near-incoherent babbles. No longer able to pick out specific words to address, the scientist fell silent. Oh, this was always so fun to watch. Eventually however, Amari finally calmed down and took more careful stock of the room and all the currently-undeployed machinery around it, all while the scientist patiently waited and watched with a simple smile. When Amari finally spoke up again, the scientist's smile split open into a wide, toothy grin. I am so glad you asked! The scientist said, with a little 'aha!' flick of his wrist on the so. The scientist then took in a small breath, and spoke as if what he was saying was a subject he was passionate about and was very familiar with explaining. Here, we are researching the female orgasm. Specifically, we are researching its effects on the female mind. So, we have many 'exercise machines' here-- The scientist gestured to all the machines in the room, as he paced back and forth in front of Amari's chair --that will 'exercise' you, but not in the muscles of your limbs. More...everywhere else . We are going to bring you to climax...again and again and again and again. We are going to 'exercise' you sexually to your limits, and beyond. The scientist then stopped pacing, and looked Amari dead in the eye with a deadly chilling smile. We are going to make you climax until your mind completely burns itself out. Exactly how long this takes, and how exactly the deterioration of your mind progresses, is what we are concerned with observing and recording. Of course... The scientist started pacing again We are going to offer you your compensation at the conclusion of the experiment as promised, but, well...if your mind is still capable of reacting to stimuli, then the experiment's not concluded yet, is it? Oh! And one last thing. The scientist stepped closer to Amari's chair. The body-improvement products we are additionally going to test. Specifically, these-- the scientist then reached out with one hand and briefly groped one of Amari's B-cup breasts without the slightest hesitation, shame, or concern for her --are much to small for our purposes. We're going to begin improving these soon. The scientist stepped back again, and clasped his hands together. Any further questions before we begin?
Thread: The Questionable Experiment (PsionicCuttlefish & Soft Stroke)

Once the helmet was on Amari's head and the tube in her mouth, she seemed to snap back into awareness quite quickly. As expected, she shook her upper body around as much as she could...which likely also made her feel a sensation she had hardly felt before that of jiggling boobs on her chest, as they had now grown from a B-cup to a C-cup size. The growth wouldn't continue for much longer, it would take several injections over two or three days to get her breasts up to a proper acceptable size. The scientist let her make her muffled sounds of protest and struggling motions, until she eventually calmed down with time at least a bit. All right, seems you are ready for the next part of the experiment, Test Subject 37. He spoke up as he looked at her. It's actually going to take a little bit of extra time before we start you on your next exercise machine. As you can probably feel, you are rather open between your legs at the moment. That is less efficient for your pleasure. So we are going to use some more of our body-improvement products to do just that improve your body. Plus, your body will be burning a lot of resources exercising over the next few days until your mind fully collapses. Thus, we are going to supply you with nourishment. It's a special 'shake' blend we came up with, mixed with all the vitamins, proteins, and other things the human body needs, plus our improvement products. Your body we need intact, it's your mind we need to find the absolute limits of. Here you go... The scientist then turned away from Amari and typed in a command on the keyboard. Amari heard the sound of fluid flowing through a pipe, but it wasn't a watery sound, it sounded more syrupy. Amari could hear and feel something moving down through the tube leading to her mouth, getting closer...until it finally began to flow into her mouth. It tasted like semen! Thick, viscous, and slightly bitter--but also laced with some sweetness--the substance began to fill up Amari's mouth, not too fast to be overwhelming, but with unstoppable pressure if backed up. In seconds, she would have to start swallowing, or choke.
Thread: The Questionable Experiment (PsionicCuttlefish & Soft Stroke)

Amari's initial struggles in her restraints meant nothing to the scientist when she saw him again, nor did her glares of fury. He did rather enjoy how she went still and fearful when he touched her pussy, and how she made a gag-muffled squeak when he inspected her breast again by touch. Once the tube-gag was removed, she coughed up some of her nourishment, but only a little. Nothing that mattered. And while her initial pleading to not be put through another session was of course ignored...the rest of what she said gave him pause. He turned back to face her with a curious expression. Hmm. No calling. However, if you tell us who your friend is and where she lives...after you do that, we'll let you decide if you want to leave. He actually wasn't smiling anymore, but had a carefully neutral expression on his face as he waited for the light chocolate-skinned girl to answer.
Thread: The Questionable Experiment (PsionicCuttlefish & Soft Stroke)

The scientist watched carefully as Amari internally debated whether or not to give up her friend. One of his eyebrows raised slightly when Amari finally did so. Only two other test subjects in the past had betrayed someone in an attempt to get out of the experiment, but it was always so fascinating when they did. Hmm. The scientist rubbed his chin thoughtfully. I think we shall have a talk with your friend...anyway, well. Alright, we shall let you decide if you want to leave... The scientist said, before he then turned to the computer terminal and started typing in commands. ...very soon. Machinery began to whirr and chug around and underneath Amari.
Thread: The Vampire Masquerade  (Sub F looking for Dom M)

RE Dark Romanticism Plots Edited Sub F looking for Dom M bump
Thread: The Vampire Masquerade  (Sub F looking for Dom M)

RE Dark Romanticism Plots Edited Sub F looking for Dom M Bump
Thread: Furry School (Splendif x KnightCreep)

Vic was rather nervous, it was his first day at his new school, and an unusual school it was. He had just moved to town with his parents and they certainly stood out. Not only was Vic the only human at this school, his family were the only humans in town at all! Still, as nervous as he was Vic was excited too. This was an entire new school, a new school with new people and new opportunities! As he headed in and looked around, he had to resist the temptation to stare at the incredible variety of people all around him. He'd seen pictures on the internet and heard rumours, but where he came from it was nearly all humans...but now to be the only one...it was just incredible! The grin never left Vic's face through the entire day, all through his introduction from the Principal and through his various classes. When the day was over though, and the various students were making their way to their various clubs, Vic's attention was caught by several of the club recruiters. It was the start of the year after all, so every club was eager to attract new members. Vic walked past several of the recruiters trying to get his attention, along with everyone else, there were so many clubs. Every sport he could imagine, every hobby he could imagine....but for some reason, the one that made Vic stop was the cheerleader recruiter. For some reason, the image of himself in a cheerleader outfit flashed through his mind....why had he thought of that? His cheeks flushed bright red, but he couldn't stop staring....then without even thinking about it he approached the recruiter, clearing his throat and trying to calm down. Um...excuse me. I know this is probably a little weird, me being a boy and all...but...I was wondering....would it be possible for me to try out for the cheerleading squad? I'm new and...well uh...I guess I'd like to try out a few different clubs?
Thread: Furry School (Splendif x KnightCreep)

It's not weird at all, honey, the canine recruiter smiled. Her white wolf body was displayed well in the shot skirt, top, and leggings of the cheer uniform. I'm Bella, the cheer captain. I've had a few other boys wanting to join, mostly so they can see us girls change. However, I don't think you're here for the same reason. Why don't you come with me and we'll see about getting you a uniform?