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677271 No. 677271 ID: 00a7e4

As a 16-year-old boy, you always found it difficult to wake up in the mornings, especially when there was a big test to study for, or a mid term paper to turn in. Today was different, though. You bolted awake at exactly 5am, covered in a cold sweat and your body bristling with energy. Your usual morning wood is particularly painful and when you instinctively reach to stroke it you gasp with surprise. It certainly felt bigger than it was last night and, much to your elation, covered with the biggest load of sticky cum you’ve ever seen in your life. You can feel it, still warm and wet, sticking the thin bed sheets to your naked torso. Once your eyes adjust to the darkness, and you’re finally able to get a good look at the thing, you almost scream. The throbbing maglight beneath the soiled sheets is more than twice as long as it ought to be. Not only that, your body seems to have lost all its excess body fat and replace it with solid and compact muscle. Crazy shit like this is only suppose to happen in dreams, you think, but no dream has ever felt so real or been so vivid.

How are you going to explain this to your family? Sure, your mother works two jobs to make ends meet; it’s not likely that she’ll notice your sudden change in physique. Your sisters, on the other hand, will not be so easy to fool. Sarah, the eldest at 18, has always been the mother you never wanted, constantly critiquing your choice of clothing, or the way you cut your hair, or how you’re too skinny and you need to work out. Rachel, the youngest at 14, seems to have a disturbingly obsessive crush on you. While Sarah thinks you’re shit, Rachel acts as though you shit gold, and always wants to hang out with you at the most inopportune moments. Surely, the both of them will take notice. How are you going to explain yourself? Is it possible to hide your changes? For how long?

Also, what the fuck is your name?
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No. 677275 ID: 12fa81

Your name shall be....Bulk Hardslab.

Put on your glasses. 100% effective disguise.
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No. 677281 ID: 0e6ff2

Your name is Savage. Randy Savage.

And since you're a macho man now, why hide your change for the better? Unless...

Speak. Is your voice any different?
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No. 677286 ID: 025c3c

>How are you going to explain yourself? Is it possible to hide your changes? For how long?
Pff. You just act normal, and when they notice the changes, act offend they didn't notice you starting to get into shape earlier. Payback for every time you failed to compliment them on a haircut or whatever over the years. They should have been more observant!

>what the fuck is your name?
Mark.
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No. 677292 ID: 46df9e

Your name is Chip Cinderblock. If anyone asks you can just say puberty hit you like a freight train; if anyone questions that explanation ask how they think it happened.
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No. 677294 ID: 5ad4a7

>>677271
You could always just wear a bunch of obscuring clothing. Long sleeve shirts.
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No. 677299 ID: 00a7e4
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677299

>>677281
>>677286

Your name is Mark Savage. You test your voice by humming. While it more or less sounds the same, you notice the distinct lack of high pitched cracking as it resonates smoothly.

You glance over at your closet and take note of the abundance of hooded sweaters and baggy jeans. While not exactly fashionable, its passable clothing for an average teenager such as yourself. Meanwhile, your erection has yet to subside, and its swollen purple tip leaks slick precum down the length of your manly appendage. Its certainly not taking care of itself. You could stroke it in bed, your sheets are already stained and it wouldn't require getting out of the warm covers. The shower would be rather relaxing, though, and at this hour of the morning the water heater is guaranteed to be hot and full. Not only that, the drain will serve as a convenient means of cleaning up the mess.
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No. 677304 ID: 0e6ff2

Tie your sheets around you like a makeshift towel to obscure your erection and go to the bathroom for your shower. Bring your pants and a hoody with you so you can dress up while inside.
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No. 677314 ID: ad936f

This quest is already so fucking weird, i love it.
go to the shower
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No. 677315 ID: 00a7e4
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677315

>>677304
You gather your bed sheet and fold it into a triangle, then tie both ends around your waist to form something like a giant diaper over your torso. Unfortunately, this does nothing to hide your rock hard cock, which seems to only get bigger as the pre continues to flow out like leaky faucet. Fortunately, the bathroom is just down the hallway. Unfortunately, someone else is already in there, and the door has been left slightly ajar. Whoever they are, they had the same idea and decided early showers were guaranteed not to run out of hot water. Steam wafts out into the hallway and fogs up the cold morning air.
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No. 677319 ID: ad936f

>>677315
Close the door, you don't want to let all the hot air out.
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No. 677322 ID: 0e6ff2

Take a quick peek to determine who it is and close the door before quickly skipping back to your room.

Then have a wank into your sheets.
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No. 677359 ID: 00a7e4
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677359

>>677319
>>677322

Out of curiosity more than anything, you peek through the door, granting you a clear yet limited view of the shower stall. For some reason the team of carpenters and masons who built your family’s house never bothered with frosted glass for the bathroom, allowing you a very revealing glimpse at your little sister, Rachel. Maybe it’s because you’re horny, but you never noticed just how cute she was. Well, sure, she was always cute, but now she’s kinda hot, but in a super cute way. Like that bouncy bubble butt of hers, or her tiny little nipples on her small yet perfectly round breasts. Then you notice something else. Rachel isn’t just washing, she’s… touching herself. Rubbing her soft fingers between that spacious gap between her legs, fondling and jiggling her bald virgin pussy while quiet squeaks and sighs escape her plush pink lips.
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No. 677360 ID: 00a7e4
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677360

>>677359

You worry that you might be tempted to pleasure yourself right there in the hallway, so you close the door as slowly and quietly as you can before sneaking back to your room. With the sheets removed from your torso and bunched up in your hand, you grasp your naked cock and marvel at the sheer majesty of the thing. You wonder how long it is, and when your hand struggles to fit all the way around its base, you realize that it might be as wide as your wrists. Gripping tightly, your hand tugs forward, causing a nice helping of clear precum to ooze out, as if your dick can be milked like a cow’s udder. The pre makes a pretty good natural lubricant, and you have your entire girth slick and wet before too long. With both hands held firmly onto the length, you pump at your manhood furiously. Your sister’s naked body suddenly springs to mind. You can see her watching you, touching herself, fondling her breasts, begging you to cum, to shoot your seed all over her face, filling your ear with sultry encouragement. Within seconds you reach your climax while a torrent of thick sticky batter spurts out into the sheets. It comes out like a small fire hose, and it keeps going and going, until you realize that maybe the bed sheet wasn’t enough. Once the orgasm subsides you’re left drained, exhausted and gasping for air.
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No. 677375 ID: 46df9e

Now that you've cleared your head think a little harder. When you said you never noticed how hot your little sis was do you actually mean you never noticed, or does she actually look different? It is very important we try to figure out if whatever happened to you also got her.
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No. 677384 ID: 00a7e4

>>677375
It's more like I've never noticed. I mean, not wanting to fuck your sister is supposed to be normal. Sometimes I still think of her as the stupid little girl I grew up with, the girl who's always getting in the way and doing her best to get on my nerves. She was always too cute to really get me angry, though. I guess that's what I always put up with her. Rachel is sugary sweet while Sarah just has to be salty. Although... I don't remember her tits being that big... maybe she went through a natural growth spurt this week and I'm just now noticing? You got me worried. Maybe what changed me is doing the same thing to her. I can't know for certain.
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No. 677503 ID: f8f713

Why does she even have a crush on you? Does she watch those darn animays where brothers and sisters are fetishized?
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No. 677505 ID: 025c3c

So... how about cleaning up the mess you made of your bed? You can't really leave that.

Also, idly worry to yourself if you're in danger of dehydration after that.
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No. 677676 ID: 00a7e4
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677676

>>677503
Your sister is most certainly a weeaboo. She watches a lot of those silly slice of life animes that cost $20 for two episodes on one DVD. Her notebooks are filled with detailed drawings of her favorite manga characters, some of her own design. There are vinyl statues of busty teenage girls sitting on top of her dresser and along her bookshelves. Rachel likes to wear stockings, pleated skirts and Hello Kitty buttons. So, it does seem likely that her attraction to you might be learned behavior. The question is, is this a bad thing?

>>677505
You can't just leave your sheets covered in a puddle of cum, so you bunch them all up into a big wad which is tossed into an empty laundry basket. A quick glance on the calendar tells you that it's Friday, and without warning an itemized list of your tests and homework presents itself into your imagination. All the lectures, textbook chapters and homework assignments that you thought was ignored all rush into your brain at once, like a pile of files transferring to a portable flash drive. It's almost terrifying, but you certainly feel confident and capable of acing your upcoming tests. School has just been switched to easy mode.

Then there’s a knock at your door. “Marky?” you hear Rachel call from the hallway, “if you want to shower, the bathroom’s open”. Her voice, like everything else about her, is far too cute. It’s almost squeaky, very girlish and sing-song in manner, and it causes you to imagine the person on the other side of the door is much smaller and younger than she actually is. “What are you doing up so early, anyway?” she asks after a pause.
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No. 677680 ID: 3663d3

crazy dream! yeah that works.
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No. 677690 ID: f8f713

>>677680
Seconded.
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No. 677698 ID: 00a7e4
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677698

>>677680
>>677690

“Oh, I was just… having the craziest dream!” you stammer as you scramble to find something to cover your privates. Luckily enough, the powerful orgasm you had was enough to make your erection subside, leaving your manhood at a manageable length, roughly five inches long and half as wide. Out of the top drawer of your dresser you slip on a pair of boxer shorts. Just in time, too. Rachel opens the unlocked door and peers out into your room, her eyes roaming till they meet your own.

“Really? Can you tell me about it?” she asks with a hazy gaze. If you didn’t know better, you’d think the girl was stoned. Maybe her own orgasm was potent enough to put her body in a daze of opiate-like endorphins. Rachel steps inside without invitation, closing the door behind her. She’s wearing only a thin towel wrapped tightly around her chest. You can spot her erect nipples through the cotton fabric, and the slight curve of hip accentuated against a narrow torso.Her hair is still wet, slicked back behind delicate ears.

Now you have to fabricate a story. Or do you? You usually don’t remember your dreams, but now that you think about it, you do recall some strange imagery from your slumber. A young and beautiful woman with long pink hair approached you in a void of darkness, light emanating from her naked body. “You are the chosen one,” she says, her eyes glistening like vibrant sapphires, “it is time for your true potential to awaken. Once you do what comes natural, your destiny shall be revealed.” The woman floated closer, her arms slowly wrapped around your waist, and a pair of soft lips pressed against yours. And that was when you woke up.
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No. 677700 ID: f8f713

>>677698
Retell the dream, but keep it PG13 or however you people rate movies.
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No. 677713 ID: 00a7e4
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677713

>>677700
>Retell the dream, but keep it PG13 or however you people rate movies.

You tell the dream as you remember it, though without mentioning the nudity. Your sister tilts her head and bites her lip, brow furrowed and nose scrunched up. Rachel doesn’t know what to make of it, or what to make of your. Her eyes drift up and down the exposed parts of your body, you notice her gaze linger at your crotch before darting back to your gaze. You’re different. Very different. It’s starting to upset her a bit, but her lips remain closed.

“That’s weird, Mark. I had a similar dream myself, to be honest. Though she didn’t call me the chosen one. She said, ‘your brother is the key to unlocking your heart and finding your place in the threads of life’.” Rachel rubs your forehead and sighs. You’re never seen her quite this concerned before. “I don’t think that’s a coincidence. What do you think ‘what comes natural’ means?”
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No. 677714 ID: 00a7e4

>>677713
Goodamn the PC has ugly hair. How should I style his hair? What would you guys prefer?
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No. 677716 ID: a5b279

>>677714
fauxhawk
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No. 677717 ID: 3663d3

>>677714
the fonz

>>677713
it means, uhh, give me a few more minutes to, ya know.
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No. 677718 ID: 00a7e4

>>677716
>>677717
Both appeal to me in different ways. Give me some plot suggestions and I'll feature one in the next post.
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No. 677728 ID: 5ad4a7

>>677713
...probably sex, to be honest.
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No. 677751 ID: b0eee5

>natural
Being nude is natural right, tell her that you both should be nude around eachother so everythings au natural
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No. 677797 ID: dea183

Dude, unless you have a condom with you, don't even think about fucking your sister!

Nope.

Don't do it.

Don't you dare, mister!
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No. 677799 ID: dea183

>>677714
Straight long hair. With pectorals like that, you need to go full barbarian.
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No. 677801 ID: 5ad4a7

>>677797
Man I don't think any condom is going to hold back that monster. She's just gonna have to take a pill or something.
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No. 677811 ID: ad936f

Do not, under any circumstances, put your dick anywhere near a disgusting fucking weeaboo.
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No. 677861 ID: 46df9e

>>677811
Whoa good sir, now I can understand you not wanting him to have sex with someone, but I ask that you refrain from rudely defaming the sister of our gracious host. Telling him to under no circumstance have sex with her is one thing but calling her a disgusting weeaboo is going to far.
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No. 677907 ID: 6cb462

Even if we could, I don't think that thing would even fit inside her.
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No. 677911 ID: 3ab69d

>>677811
r00d
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No. 677927 ID: 3663d3

>>677907
if at first you don't succeed, push harder.
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No. 677928 ID: 99cfa8

>>677801
Condoms get huge. If it can fit over someone's leg, it'll fit here. ... Or at least cover enough to contain it.
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No. 677936 ID: 00a7e4
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677936

>>677728
>...probably sex, to be honest.

She blushes at your rather blunt remark. Obviously, discussing the mere existence of sex is rather unsettling, especially since no one in your family has ever had a frank discussion of the matter. None the less, sex is a rather prevalent aspect of the human experience, no one well doubt that. The two of you have been pushed by authority figures to remain abstinent until marriage, but many of your peers have forgone such notions and thrown caution to the wind.

"Well, it is a natural thing to do, I guess. If you're right, then this goddess, or whatever she is, wants you to have sex... but how does that relate to me? If you're the key, and I'm the lock, then..." Her face turns beet red once the puzzles fall into place. The implications present an awkward situation, to say the least. “No, that can’t be right, can it? What else do you consider to be ‘natural’?”
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No. 677938 ID: 00a7e4
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677938

>Being nude is natural right, tell her that you both should be nude around each other so everythings au natural

That makes her smile. When the two of you were younger you would go skinny dipping all the time. At least, when mom wasn’t home. But that was years ago when Rachel didn’t have tits and your balls had yet to drop. Still, it brings up fond memories, and you can tell that the idea seems appealing to her in a certain way. “Yeah, that makes sense, but what would happen if we got caught? Brother and sister, alone and naked together in your bedroom… nah, I don’t want to get grounded for a year straight. Maybe when we got the house to ourselves…” She leaves that thought to linger in the air before standing up and sashaying out your door, her pert ass swaying back and forth with every step. “You should probably go take a shower. You smell like salty food and dirty socks.” Before you can reply she closes the door and trots off to her own bedroom.
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No. 677941 ID: 3663d3

yes, wash away the smell of your old life, from now on you only smell like badass and awesome.
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No. 677942 ID: dea183

Well, at least now you look like someone who doesn't give a shit about incestuous relations. Like young Zeus or equivalent.
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No. 677991 ID: 7a6915

Man, it would suck to be an inbreeder. I'd like to resolve as a matter of policy that we will not stick our babymaker in our sister's babymaker.
Take your shower, get ready for school. With any luck we'll find a cute, shy virgin and catch her staring. When we've gotten that it's relatively straightforward to naturally progress to doing things with her that are securely protected against the possibility of pregnancy--the lady willing of course.
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No. 678020 ID: 00a7e4
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678020

>>677941
>yes, wash away the smell of your old life, from now on you only smell like badass and awesome.

Glorious.
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No. 678021 ID: 00a7e4
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678021

Now that I’m washed and clean, all that’s left is to do is find some clothes to put on. Should I bother with underwear? I feel like undergarments are beyond a person of my status. Having a giant monster cock is its own responsibility, I could be called to whip it out at any given moment and I wouldn’t want a pair of briefs to get in the way. But then again, isn’t it rather savage to prance about with nothing but a layer of cotton between me and the world? After all, underwear is what separates man from beast.

Originally I wanted to conceal my transformed body from my parents and sisters, but now I’m getting second thoughts. What if I want to show off my rippling pecs, bulging biceps or rock solid 8-pack abs? It’s a little warm for hoodies, and my baggy cargos would look like parachute pants on my now slender torso. There’s some plain black t shirts, smart button-up oxfords, skinny jeans, baggy cargos, raggedy old chucks, brown leather dress shoes, track pants, sport jacket. Really, I’m at a loss here. My sisters would know what to wear, but I can’t really face the embarrassment of asking for help. I’m a man, goddamnit! I’m supposed to make my own decisions here!

Then there’s all this new hair I have. Should I leave it hanging down? Top knot? Ponytail? These are serious questions, worthy of serious suggestions. I can’t fuck my sister, (I mean, I could, but do I really want to?), so I’ll need to find another girl from school who’d be willing to get physical. That shouldn’t be heard, my new body will do half the work for me! So the idea is to show off what I got, right?
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No. 678023 ID: dea183

Fashion yourself a loincloth until you buy more suitable underwear.

With your now luxurious hair, you can only wear a black T-shirt and baggy cargos. Maybe start enjoying some power metal if you haven't up until now? And leave your hair hanging, it's healthier for it that way, but have a scrunchie with you for tasks like eating.
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No. 678091 ID: 00a7e4
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678091

>With your now luxurious hair, you can only wear a black T-shirt and baggy cargos. Maybe start enjoying some power metal if you haven't up until now? And leave your hair hanging, it's healthier for it that way, but have a scrunchie with you for tasks like eating.

Hmm. I look like a young Nathan Explosion. I’ve heard, on good authority, that power metal is the gayest of metals. I’m sticking to death metal for now. \m/
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No. 678092 ID: 00a7e4
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678092

Downstairs I found Rachel, eating a bowl of Cocoa Puffs. I poured my own bowl and sat down across the table from her. She barely acknowledged my existence, her mind fixated on the smartphone in her hands. “Facebookin’?” I asked while studying the individual locks of her short blue hair.

“Yep. I’m looking through my friends list, tryin’ to find you a date.”

That surprised me, enough to pause a spoon of puffs en route to my hungry mouth. “Got any candidates so far?”

She tilted her head back and smiled at me. “Yep! I think you’ll like these three best, here.” I took the phone from her hands and shifted between the different profiles.
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No. 678094 ID: 00a7e4
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678094

Reah, age 15, is a sophomore of multi-ethnic ancestry. She’s very sociable and active within the art and theater departments at school. Her interests involve painting, photography and knitting. Most of her posts are either artsy photographs of city skylines and abandoned shacks, artsy handmade crafts and jewelry, and artsy pictures of Indian and Asian food. Her parents are professors at the local community college.

Ashley, age 14, is a freshman Jewish princess who’s managed to gain a great deal of attention from horny upperclassmen. She’s a natural athlete and a member of the girls soccer and softball junior varsity teams. Many consider her to be future valedictorian, and her afternoons are busy with whatever group or club that will bolster her college resume. Her posts are mostly of her dogs and selfies with friends and family.

Candy, age 14, is a freshman punk girl, spawned from degenerate trailer trash and an all round rebel rouser. The first among her circle of friends to start smoking. She fancies herself a poet, musician and counter revolutionary. About a quarter of the school’s graffiti originates from her hands, though she’s smart enough to avoid getting in trouble. Her posts are mostly song lyrics and vague threats to unknown pedestrians who’ve slighted her in some way.
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No. 678143 ID: 99cfa8

>>678094
Ashley's boring, Candy's scary. Go with Reah.
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No. 678145 ID: cd369a

>power metal is the gayest of metals.
No, it's the dorkiest of metals. If you have indulged in epic fantasy, you might enjoy it. If not, stick to your metals.

Candy seems like a poser and Ashley seems to be getting too much attention. Let's try Reah.
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No. 678153 ID: 7a6915

Cigarettes and poseur-punks suck. Girls whose lives are on a fast-track to a heart-attack or OD on amphetamines in their 20s or 30s are way too high maintenance. If you are seriously considering dating any of these three, Reah is the only serious choice. It also doesn't hurt the case that theatre-nerds tend to have the best parties, so finding out more about her and talking to her seems like it could be worthwhile. Don't you dare go stalker on her, if your sister has things to say listen but we don't want to be a creeper ourself because that is too pathetic for our new life.
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No. 678206 ID: cd369a

>power metal
>gay
Amerifat opinion discarded. Yuropoor stronk.
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No. 678219 ID: 51b070

Reah no contest
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No. 678237 ID: ccd823

((I've noticed that most of you guys post while I'm at work or while I'm sleeping. What are your respective time zones? I would post at work but I'd rather provide a pic for every post.))
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No. 678245 ID: cd369a

>>678237
(UTC+1 or CET here)
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No. 678327 ID: c97495

>>678245
Okay so most of you guys are European, then?
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No. 678332 ID: 3e5cad

>>678327
most ppl are either from europe or the US
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No. 678335 ID: 025c3c

>>678237
EST.

Although really, there's no reason you have to update at a specific time of day.
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No. 678383 ID: 00a7e4
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678383

>Reah no contest

Rachel brightens up when I show interest in Reah over the other girls. “Good choice! She’s got the biggest boobs, so I know you’ll like that!” I looked at her puzzled. That’s not something I expect to hear from my usually innocent sister. She quickly realizes the crass nature of her comment and attempts to dispel the awkward tension. “Oh, she’s super fun, too! I’ll shoot her a message, maybe we’ll get a date lined up for you this afternoon.” Her fingers tap wildly on the smartphone screen, and before too long the two of us are on our way to school. Sarah, our older sister, only has five classes this semester, so she usually sleeps late and leaves in her own car.
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No. 678384 ID: 00a7e4
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678384

We arrived pretty early. About an hour early, in fact. The parking lot was silent and empty, and there wasn’t much to do but sit and talk. Rachel looked at me and blushed, like there was something on her mind that she was too embarrassed to admit. After prodding her a bit, she opened up.

“You changed overnight, Mark. It’s pretty damn obvious. You’re like a foot taller and you got all those big strong muscles. I think your dream has something to do with it.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because the same thing happened to me after mine! Well, I don’t have eight-pack abs, but my boobs must be two sizes bigger than they were yesterday, and my butt is all round and firm! Not to mention all the baby fat that’s disappeared from my waist. I mean, I can’t complain, but it is pretty odd. Um, you haven’t had other changes, have you?”
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No. 678386 ID: cd369a

"Well, I certainly feel far more confident than I used to and I no longer envy stallions. I mean, look at these guns - strong as horse's."
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No. 678391 ID: 00a7e4

>"Well, I certainly feel far more confident than I used to, and I no longer envy stallions. I mean, look at these guns - strong as horse's!"

That makes her giggle like a schoolgirl, causing the firm and soft handfuls on her chest to jiggle about in an enticing way. When I flex my biceps and flutter my eyebrows in a flirtatious manner, Rachel slaps my shoulder and squirms in her seat, her laughter getting louder. My nose picks up something different. It’s unusual, new, like subtle perfume with a slight tang of musk. Somehow, instinctively, I know what it is. Arousal. My sister is wet between her legs and I’m afraid that I’m responsible for it.

“You’re talking about your dick, you perv!” she shouts before slapping me again. It’s something I’m used to; Rachel is prone to slapping me around whenever I say something stupid or crack a corny joke. Not in a mean spirited way, just in that playful sibling way.

I shrug my shoulders and grin. “Well, you asked if anything changed…” My sister adjusts herself and closes her leg, her thighs rubbing together with anxiety. I didn’t mean to make the blue haired teen sexually frustrated, but it’s just “what comes natural”, I guess. When she finally calmed down and settled in her seat, her next question took me for a loop.
“So how big is it?” It hung in the air while she bit her lip, eyes beaming up at me like a sad puppy dog. Jesus, what’s a guy supposed to say to that? In all honesty, I hadn’t had to chance to measure it this morning.

“Uh, well…” the words struggled to come to my mouth, but something inside pushed me forward. “I don’t really know, but it’s pretty big.” I gave her a rough estimate with my hands. Her eyes turned as big as saucers and her face became flushed with arousal, the word ‘fuck’ barely whispered from a pair of small lips.

“Is it bad that I want to see it?” she asked after a long pause. Well, I wanted to see her tits and her pussy, too, but that didn’t mean I would ever ask something so bold! Rachel must be hornier than I thought, and it seems like the regular and reliable nature of our relationship has been thrown off balance.
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No. 678393 ID: cd369a

>“Is it bad that I want to see it?”

"Given the fact we've changed this much overnight, I have no idea anymore. Let's postpone that for now."
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No. 678402 ID: ad936f

DO NOT WHIP YOUR DICK OUT IN A CAR IN PUBLIC WITH YOUR SISTER IN IT. In fact don't ever be in the same room as your sister with less than at least a concealing pair of boxers. Incest is bad.
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No. 678404 ID: fbc59e

"The way you're acting, I doubt I can match your imagination even if I did show it."
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No. 678406 ID: 00a7e4
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>"Given the fact we've changed this much overnight, I have no idea anymore. Let's postpone that for now."

She looks rather disappointed, pouting out her lips like an upset child. Then her head leans back, her expression goes blank and her body relaxes. Rachel lowers her eyes at me, grasps her neckline and pulls it down to expose a sultry expanse of exposed breast flesh.

“I’ll show you my tits…” she purrs, teasing her nubile body to my hungry eyes.
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No. 678410 ID: ad936f

>>678406
Wow, okay there are so many problems with that I don't even know where to start... Just give her the most disapproving look you can muster.
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No. 678413 ID: 5aeb2e

don't look at the sister titty
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No. 678415 ID: 260951

>>678406

Calm your sister down with the most brotherly tone you can muster. you wouldn't want to forever change your relationship with your precious imouto, would you? onii-chan? desu-ne, kawaii, etc
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No. 678417 ID: cd369a

"Rachel, think with your head for a moment. We're in public. Do you think I want some random passers-by to get a view of my sister's tits or my dick? Or both at the same time?"
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No. 678419 ID: 5869f6

>>678406
Jesus H. Christ riding a turnpike, make her stop. You're her fuckin' brother for christ's sakes!
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No. 678421 ID: 00a7e4
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>"Rachel, think with your head for a moment. We're in public. Do you think I want some random passers-by to get a view of my sister's tits or my dick? Or both at the same time?"

Rachel isn’t happy. She opened herself up sexually and got rejected, and now she just feels like shit. She hates my fucking guts, too. I don’t think she’ll talk to me for a few days. But, I suppose this is the right thing to do. Or weeks. I wonder how this will affect my potential date with Rhea. It would take only one text message to turn her off to me before I’ve even had a chance to make a move. Shit. I was looking forward to that, too…
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No. 678429 ID: cd369a

"Listen, after school, I'll tell you what I really think about all this and I'll show you whatever you want to see. But for now, while we're around normies, we should act like nothing has changed. We can't afford getting into trouble that would involve mom."
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No. 678433 ID: 00a7e4
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>"Listen, after school, I'll tell you what I really think about all this and I'll show you whatever you want to see. But for now, while we're around normies, we should act like nothing has changed. We can't afford getting into trouble that would involve mom."

She screwed up her eyes and mulled over the proposal for a bit. A smile slowly formed across her lips as she turned to me, flashing a perfect set of pearly white teeth. “Okay! Mom’s going out of town for a job interview this weekend, so we’ll have the house all to ourselves!” It was as if she wasn’t even mad to begin with.

“What about Sarah?”

“Oh, I think she’s going along with mom for moral support, or something.”

“Hm. That’s convenient enough.”
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No. 678434 ID: 00a7e4
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My classes were easy enough, now that my brain had received a substantial upgrade every answer and solution came to mind without effort. I didn’t feel bored and sluggish, but was alert, focused and surprisingly excited about the material. A few of my teachers were visibly stunned at my sudden change in attitude and performance. It was very reassuring, to say the least.

I decided to take my lunch hour alone in the park across the street from school, where I could be alone and do some thinking about all that had happened since this morning. It was a pleasant enough day, a nice blue sky up above and a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves in relaxing waves of natural motion. Then, from down the sidewalk, I saw a young pink-haired girl walking down the street, as if she was headed my direction. I had no reason to think she was looking for me, but she had an uncanny presence that said otherwise.

The closer she came, the more beautiful she appeared. The girl wasn’t very tall, but she walked with an older woman’s confidence mixed with youthful cheer, which made her large luscious breasts bounce and jiggle, back and forth and about. A thin fit waist gave way to wide desirable hips and a perfect heart shaped ass. Legs were long, toned and elegant and her eyes blue like sapphires… wait a minute.

This is the same woman from my dream! She’s there, walking towards me, looking at me, like she wants to talk to me! Fuck! This can’t possibly be a coincidence, not after all the weird shit that’s already happened.

“Hello,” she says plainly yet cheerfully, “I think you’re Mark. I’m Aldana, and I think I’m supposed to be your guide to your new powers.”
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No. 678435 ID: 260951

>>678434

deploy maximum spaghetti
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No. 678436 ID: 3663d3

quirk eyebrow "powers?"
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No. 678445 ID: 3e5cad

Seduce her
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No. 678448 ID: 00a7e4
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022. >quirk eyebrow "powers?"

“Sure! I’m sure you noticed a few certain… changes that happened to your body overnight. You possess the physique of a demigod, right along with the strength, speed, agility, endurance and intellect that you would expect from a hero of the classical era. Though I don’t think you really understand the scope of your powers, so I thought now would be a good time to show up and help you out!”

I was literally dumbfounded. Either this was the craziest girl I had ever met or the world wasn’t as mundane as I thought it was. It was simply too astounding for words, so I sat there like an idiot with my mouth hanging open. Aldana tilted her head to the side like a curious puppy, then smiled and nodded her head.

“Oh, you’re probably thinking why all this is happening. Well, it’s a long story you don’t have time for, but I’ll give you the main points. First, you possess a dormant gene granted to one of your ancestors a thousand years ago. Your sister has it, too. I am a result of that gene, another part of its code, to foster your development and use of superhuman capabilities. Mind if I sit? I’ll answer any question you may have, but you only have… 38 minutes till your next class!”
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No. 678480 ID: 7a6915

"Who 'grafted' this, why is it suddenly active, does this give me any particular friends, enemies or peers I don't know about yet, and who do you represent besides yourself?"
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No. 678493 ID: 8f3110

"Why is there so much sexual tension between me and my sister? Is it just because we're hormone-addled, sexually-frustrated teens or is this because we're now basically Greek demigods?

Am I able to enter other people's dreams or is that specific to you? And what am I supposed to do as a modern day Hercules? Fight crime and terrorism? Bring democracy to Third World countries that aren't yet ready for a political system of that type?"
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No. 678543 ID: 32c191

>>678480
"You might call them gods, or aliens. I'm not programed to know who or what did this 'grafting' as you call it, but I imagine they had a vested interest in humanity. I don't represent anyone but you. In fact, I came from you! Your seed, to be specific. It may sound far fetched, but I took form shortly after you left for school. It took some time to get my bearings, and the sheets I was wrapped up in were difficult to navigate, but I'm here now so that's what matters!

>>678493
"You and your sister are perfect specimens of human perfection, the living imbodiment of beauty, grace and fitness. Being attracted to each other is the point; the two of you hold one half of the "code", and when you join in union your forms will become complete. That is the only way to access your powers in their entirety.

"I have no instructions as to what you should do with your powers, other than to do as you wish! I'll help you and stand by your side regardless of your actions or decisions, though it would be practical to keep things low key, for now at least."
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No. 678547 ID: 3663d3

well, does she have any ideas on a low key test of powers? something clearly impossible for other humans to do, but we can.

and it sounds like you totally DO have to ride the imouto express. but for now you want to keep up a semblance of normal appearances so someone doesn't get government involved or some shit.
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No. 678550 ID: 32c191

>>678547
"I recommend stabbing yourself with a knife, or crushing rocks with your fists. I don't think this town has a very active night life, so you could get a little wreckless out in the woods uprooting oak trees and such."

"Did I mention that I can grant wishes? I have some magical powers at my disposal that might prove useful. Granted, I can't do everything, but small wishes are easily doable!"
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No. 678555 ID: 8f3110

I'm not sure I want this kool-aid you're offering me. You're saying that you're my jizz construct?

You also say that I have incomparable intellect now. So answer me this: why is incest viable for me and Rachel while the rest of humanity deteriorates because of it? Is this some literal interpretation of Adam and Eve level of handwavium?
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No. 678560 ID: 3663d3

well let's try some of that. try to lift her over your head.
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No. 678564 ID: 8f3110

>>678550
When you say small wishes, what do you mean? If I wished for an original copy of Chivalry: Medieval Warfare, would it suddenly materialise in my hand?
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No. 678567 ID: 32c191

>>678564
((Yeah, she could make that happen, though some poor soul would be missing their copy of the game.))
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No. 678572 ID: ad936f

>>678550
Can you make my sister a lesbian?
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No. 678577 ID: 3663d3

>>678572
probably not, considering she is saying we are stronger then she is.

we just only have to do it once. then we can do whatever.

can she make a fake one of us that looks and acts like the old us before the transformation? so no one gets suspicious and calls the cops or something.
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No. 678580 ID: 00a7e4

>>678577
((She could do that, but it would take an awful lot of cum to pull off a permanent self sustaining spell. You're asking her to make a golem, and the power source for her spells is "sexual energy" in the form of semen.
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No. 678581 ID: 00a7e4

((Guys I'm thinking about calling it quits on this thread. I've been running it for about five days on my off time, and I'm starting to run out of steam. Some ideas I wanted to incorporate were introduced clumsily and I jumped into the whole thing half cocked with no preparation. I'm glad that some of you have garnered amusement from it, and it seems a few of you have stuck around since the beginning, and I appreciate that. Expect a new thread to start this evening, a true adolescent male fantasy in the vein of Richard Corben's DEN. I'm going to piece together a rough plot, produce a banner image and opening image, then we can dive into something far more polished and professional. Babby's first Draw Quest was a real learning experience and I'm glad a few of you could be here to share the experience with me.))
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No. 678586 ID: 43f06c

>>678581
>half-cocked
appropriate
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No. 678589 ID: 8f3110

>>678581
Looking forward to it, but really, if you want to have incest options in a quest, you really have to have them be optional or, at the very least, make the people offering suggestions think THEY came to that decision.

If you want incest themes, they really need to be more mutually awkward for at least a bit of time - if it seemed that protag and his sister were at least a bit conflicted about it (especially his sister), I think less people would be completely resistant to the idea. This is coming from a guy who calls foul on most types of sexual deviancy.
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