The AH Uni-boob Challenge for Real Trolls (tm)
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ABSTRUSE said:
Yep, sure did.
<<< One blew that way. The other blew this way >>>>>>>>
MlledeLaPlumeBleu
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Ah, hyperthyroidism as a career-advancing asset.
Who'd have figured?
Alas, I am not done...but so close. So close.
Everyone who's dragging (yes, like me) should have to prove their intent of monotit by providing a clip of their work so far. In essence, a writ of monotit.
mlle
Who'd have figured?
Alas, I am not done...but so close. So close.
Everyone who's dragging (yes, like me) should have to prove their intent of monotit by providing a clip of their work so far. In essence, a writ of monotit.
mlle
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I'm a meercat.
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MY WRIT OF MONOTIT (an excerpt from "Hollow House Up Under" for the Uni-boob challenge)
She might have been there before; she might have just appeared.
She might have been there forever, just screaming and running in circles.
She- the ghost- was clad in hospital pajamas. Around the room, at a frantic pace, her arms flung outward like a crossless Christ- as if the devil himself was right behind her, stepping cloven hooves delicately into her footfalls. In and out of shadow, her mouth open wide.
Screaming. Screaming and running.
An endless circuit.
I shuddered and blenched back, abutting the doorframe.
Montague turned his head at my sudden paroxysm.
"Don't worry," he said quietly. "That's just Angry Anna."
"Anna-?" I whispered thickly. I tried to breathe; the air pulled at my lungs like syrup.
As I said her name, I saw the circuit break- her head flung upward, as if some unseen puppeteer had pulled a string.
Suddenly she was running toward me with a brutal intensity, her bare feet slapping the beaten linoleum. Her pale hands ripped viciously at the front of her shirt, and she tore it open, flinging it wide.
My breath rasped inward at the sight.
"TeLepHoNE ChLamYdia!" she shrieked, eyes rolling back in her head. "Shitty lips crunching chips shitty lips sink ships-"
She was raving, feverish, rabid. I was about to join her there.
I threw back my head and screamed.
For an instant she was right in front of me.
It is an image that I cannot hold the entirety of.
People will tell you that traumas are permanently engraved on the meat of their psyche. They will say that images are burned into their minds, seared onto their retinas for posterity.
It isn't like that. In the moment that I viewed her, Angry Anna was more than I could ever see. Even now, in memory, I barely hold it- a slip, a whisp, a slice. It is not even a picture. It is an image hastily scrawled on a back wall of my mind in indelible magic marker- crude, approximate. It is enough. It is too much.
What did I see, in that hung moment at the edge of hell?
Something broken.
A sense of palpable hatred, emanating outward, directed at everything under the sun. The whipstrikes of lank strands of hair, and eyes that were windows to nowhere. A mouth, contorted, screaming in an echo of my own.
I felt, clearly, that I would die if she touched me.
I felt something else, too, as hands grabbed me about the waist, and hands pulled me back against their owner.
Anna passed in a blaze of fury, her spectral arm just grazing mine.
It was not vapor.
"SHittY LiP fAt BitCh AnoNyMous hAs HER CuRe!"
The vicious slapping of her footsteps could be heard down the hall, until her screams reached a fever pitch-
And there was silence.
Or more precisely, there was immense quiet.
"Where-" I whispered, into that quiet- "…where was her breast ?"
"She cut it off," replied Montague, after a moment. "She thought it was talking to her."
She might have been there before; she might have just appeared.
She might have been there forever, just screaming and running in circles.
She- the ghost- was clad in hospital pajamas. Around the room, at a frantic pace, her arms flung outward like a crossless Christ- as if the devil himself was right behind her, stepping cloven hooves delicately into her footfalls. In and out of shadow, her mouth open wide.
Screaming. Screaming and running.
An endless circuit.
I shuddered and blenched back, abutting the doorframe.
Montague turned his head at my sudden paroxysm.
"Don't worry," he said quietly. "That's just Angry Anna."
"Anna-?" I whispered thickly. I tried to breathe; the air pulled at my lungs like syrup.
As I said her name, I saw the circuit break- her head flung upward, as if some unseen puppeteer had pulled a string.
Suddenly she was running toward me with a brutal intensity, her bare feet slapping the beaten linoleum. Her pale hands ripped viciously at the front of her shirt, and she tore it open, flinging it wide.
My breath rasped inward at the sight.
"TeLepHoNE ChLamYdia!" she shrieked, eyes rolling back in her head. "Shitty lips crunching chips shitty lips sink ships-"
She was raving, feverish, rabid. I was about to join her there.
I threw back my head and screamed.
For an instant she was right in front of me.
It is an image that I cannot hold the entirety of.
People will tell you that traumas are permanently engraved on the meat of their psyche. They will say that images are burned into their minds, seared onto their retinas for posterity.
It isn't like that. In the moment that I viewed her, Angry Anna was more than I could ever see. Even now, in memory, I barely hold it- a slip, a whisp, a slice. It is not even a picture. It is an image hastily scrawled on a back wall of my mind in indelible magic marker- crude, approximate. It is enough. It is too much.
What did I see, in that hung moment at the edge of hell?
Something broken.
A sense of palpable hatred, emanating outward, directed at everything under the sun. The whipstrikes of lank strands of hair, and eyes that were windows to nowhere. A mouth, contorted, screaming in an echo of my own.
I felt, clearly, that I would die if she touched me.
I felt something else, too, as hands grabbed me about the waist, and hands pulled me back against their owner.
Anna passed in a blaze of fury, her spectral arm just grazing mine.
It was not vapor.
"SHittY LiP fAt BitCh AnoNyMous hAs HER CuRe!"
The vicious slapping of her footsteps could be heard down the hall, until her screams reached a fever pitch-
And there was silence.
Or more precisely, there was immense quiet.
"Where-" I whispered, into that quiet- "…where was her breast ?"
"She cut it off," replied Montague, after a moment. "She thought it was talking to her."
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Ok, I'm game to post a slice 
because I'm working damn dilligently! lol. I am currently on part 5 of a 5 part fantasy/fairy tale mixed sex genre - good god the story that won't stop! This is from part 3 entitled "The Fire C-men." The heroine Golden Flox has come upon the Merchant caravan of HarryC&C, a creature with one body and dual sex organs, distinguished from an hermaphrodite:
HarryC grumbled, “Oh, alright, show us what’s in the sack and I’ll decide if we can trade.”
Golden Flox set the bag on the table and began removing various items that Madame de Blue Balls had given her for her journey.
“Ooo,” said C.
Harry C was quiet, not quite impressed with the useless items.
“We haven’t seen items like that in about. How Long HarryC?”
“140 years, give or take. I can’t use them.”
“I can. Yes. Yes.” C excited, and grabbed the silver vibrator. “Oh,” she quickly put it down and picked up the Ben wa balls. “Ooo!” she dropped the ben wa balls and picked up the giant coffee-toned dildo, and then nudged HarryC to the side.
“Please, make a trade,” she pleaded with him.
“These aren’t items I can sell without being thrown into the pit of fire by the Missionaries.”
“Black market. Black market,” C prayed hoping to keep some of the items for herself.
“Are they used?” HarryC inquired.
“I wouldn’t know what to use them for actually,” Golden Flox explained setting a butt plug on the table. “Madame only said they might come in handy.”
“Indeed,” C smiled.
“Handy?” HarryC questioned.
“Well, I thought handy to defeat the One-Breasted Hhharas and return debauchery to the world.”
-end-
I got called to a gig tomorrow, but at the rate I have been going, I'm pretty sure I'll finish by Thursday afternoon.
because I'm working damn dilligently! lol. I am currently on part 5 of a 5 part fantasy/fairy tale mixed sex genre - good god the story that won't stop! This is from part 3 entitled "The Fire C-men." The heroine Golden Flox has come upon the Merchant caravan of HarryC&C, a creature with one body and dual sex organs, distinguished from an hermaphrodite:HarryC grumbled, “Oh, alright, show us what’s in the sack and I’ll decide if we can trade.”
Golden Flox set the bag on the table and began removing various items that Madame de Blue Balls had given her for her journey.
“Ooo,” said C.
Harry C was quiet, not quite impressed with the useless items.
“We haven’t seen items like that in about. How Long HarryC?”
“140 years, give or take. I can’t use them.”
“I can. Yes. Yes.” C excited, and grabbed the silver vibrator. “Oh,” she quickly put it down and picked up the Ben wa balls. “Ooo!” she dropped the ben wa balls and picked up the giant coffee-toned dildo, and then nudged HarryC to the side.
“Please, make a trade,” she pleaded with him.
“These aren’t items I can sell without being thrown into the pit of fire by the Missionaries.”
“Black market. Black market,” C prayed hoping to keep some of the items for herself.
“Are they used?” HarryC inquired.
“I wouldn’t know what to use them for actually,” Golden Flox explained setting a butt plug on the table. “Madame only said they might come in handy.”
“Indeed,” C smiled.
“Handy?” HarryC questioned.
“Well, I thought handy to defeat the One-Breasted Hhharas and return debauchery to the world.”
-end-
I got called to a gig tomorrow, but at the rate I have been going, I'm pretty sure I'll finish by Thursday afternoon.
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I am titless, narratively. Just can't do it. Forgive me, Chica-azul.
Tr.
I am titless, narratively. Just can't do it. Forgive me, Chica-azul.
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MlledeLaPlumeBleu
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LOL
Hhharas....fuck me gently with a chainsaw.
That is so apt, and yet, so sly.
I genuflect before you, Charley.
Who would have thought that Sarah spelled backward approximates her actions?
mlle
}me chuckles{
Hhharas....fuck me gently with a chainsaw.
That is so apt, and yet, so sly.
I genuflect before you, Charley.
Who would have thought that Sarah spelled backward approximates her actions?
mlle
}me chuckles{
MlledeLaPlumeBleu
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That's ok, Trova...
I never finished that "gloveslap" about the idiot savant tympanist, either ;D
Although it was destined for brilliance.
love, mlle
I never finished that "gloveslap" about the idiot savant tympanist, either ;D
Although it was destined for brilliance.
love, mlle
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MlledeLaPlumeBleu said:
What an exceptionally vivid image you conjur. Inanities superbus
I look forward to reading other clips. I am holding back reading all the 'full' stories until I am finished. My punishment and simultaneous reward.
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MlledeLaPlumeBleu said:
LOL!!
Transition:
Sarah opened her eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness. With her body still sending small after shocks from her orgasm, she thrust her hips toward her lover.
"God, Jeanne, you're so tight," Og said as he felt his balls tighten. "I'm going to cum baby." With his head buried into her shoulder, he pumped his cock into her as the pressure of his sperm shot up the length of his cock. "Oh God," he moaned as the sperm shot out to fill her cavity.
"Dad?" Sarah's eyes shot open wide in horror as her father spewed the last of his load deep inside her.
"Sarah?" In sheer horror, Og fought back the bile that was building in his throat. Pulling his flaccid cock from his daughter, Og grabbed the sheet and pulled it around his waist.
Sarah instinctively placed her hands to her chest in a desperate attempt to cover herself. With a gasp, she sobbed.
"My breast," she cried. "I only have one breast!"
* * * * *
"MlledelaPlumeBleu," she shouted, "Give us cloudy days free from rain. Oh Tatelou Abstruse of Charley, the great spirit of wonder. Free their souls and return them from whence they came!"
A spiral of smoke seeped from the bowl as the fluids heated. A distinct aroma of sex permeated the air as Mrs.Denton repeated her chant louder this time.
"MlledelaPlumeBleu. Give us cloudy days free from rain. Oh Tatelou Abstruse of Charley, the great spirit of wonder. Free their souls and return them from whence they came!" A clap of thunder rattled the window panes as she whispered, "It's time."
Jeanne's eyes opened slowly as she watched the spirals of steam billowing from the oil burner. Og sat silent awaiting instruction as Sarah looked over toward her mother.
* * * * *
"Mrs.Denton is here, and has a special liniment that she has been working on." The host explained. "Bring her out." The crowd cheered as Mrs.Denton made her way to centre stage. Steve, one of the stage hands, wheeled out a gurney and set it middle stage.
"Sarah, if you'd climb on the bed and lift your top, I'll apply the cream. It's a special muscle enhancing formula I've been working on. If all goes to plan, you'll have your breast back in minutes."
The audience fell silent as Sarah climbed up onto the gurney and raised her top. Mrs.Denton applied the thick transparent lotion to Sarah's chest and massaged it into her skin. Within moments, a dark circle appeared where Sarah once had a nipple. Mrs.Denton smiled and applied more lotion.
The audience sat silent and watched in awe as the skin tissue on Sarah's chest began to expand and fill out to resemble a breast. Sarah watched her chest expand with tears in her eyes.
"Thank you," she whispered as Mrs.Denton wiped the excess liniment from her hands.
"Oh, oh, what's happening?" Sarah cried, as her new nipple expanded outward. Before Mrs.Denton could answer, Sarah's new nipple exploded. The skin of her new breast hung against her chest like a popped balloon.
"Oh no!" Mrs.Denton held her hand to her mouth and gasped. "I never knew nipples could explode!"
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Okay, now mine seems like a total piece of crap, but here's a small turd.....
Jane sat rocking slowly back and forth with her hands still clamped over her ears. The once hot tears that streamed down her face were now turning cold, the only warmth came from the blood that was seeping across the floor of the tent.
She couldn’t turn around to look, she could only hold her self and pray that the sun would be coming up soon. To leave the security of the tent was not an option. The sounds from the woods were still muffled by the sound of the gunshot fired earlier, but she knew what was out there.
Cody couldn’t take it anymore and now his blood and brains were splattered against the walls of the tent.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, it was just a school project. Three students shooting a documentary on a creature from local folklore, nothing more.
Now, she was so frightened.
So cold.
And alone.
Read, wipe and flush.
Jane sat rocking slowly back and forth with her hands still clamped over her ears. The once hot tears that streamed down her face were now turning cold, the only warmth came from the blood that was seeping across the floor of the tent.
She couldn’t turn around to look, she could only hold her self and pray that the sun would be coming up soon. To leave the security of the tent was not an option. The sounds from the woods were still muffled by the sound of the gunshot fired earlier, but she knew what was out there.
Cody couldn’t take it anymore and now his blood and brains were splattered against the walls of the tent.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, it was just a school project. Three students shooting a documentary on a creature from local folklore, nothing more.
Now, she was so frightened.
So cold.
And alone.
Read, wipe and flush.
MlledeLaPlumeBleu
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The Blair Tit Project! ;D
I love it.
mlle
I love it.
mlle
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Screw that. Stuff it in my g-string.
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MlledeLaPlumeBleu said:Yeah, but where am I on your antihero list?
Pops, man, that's a fucking cardinal, it is. Bit shaky for a pirate innit, and it not even a real parrot, like. Unsafe.
Ere... You dissin my bird lady... nufink wrong wiv that Cardinal... he's real solid bling ennit.
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Ch., I've sent my stories in Pms, Pops sent me his. I'd say they hold alot, just try it. P.CharleyH said:
