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 No.22220[Reply]

End of the Dynasty

I shouldn't have been there. If the samurai guards had seen me, they would have killed me on the spot, even though I was just a little girl. The common people were not allowed on the sacred grounds of our God, the Emperor. But gods meant very little to me, and anything was better than another day cutting up fish for the market. So when I heard the sound of proclamations being made in the seppuku garden, I hid from my brothers and snuck through the hole in the fence where the refuse was discarded. My hiding spot gave me a view of the whole thing.

The Emperor was in his usual place, seated in a golden chair that looked very uncomfortable. He was surrounded by his elite samurai, who as usual looked fully alert. I had seen them in the market hours earlier so drunk they couldn't even walk, but they were very good at looking straight ahead. I could have cursed the Emperor's holy name at the top of my voice, and they wouldn't have noticed. Standing along the side of the pave stones were the Emperor's loyal followers. They were supposed to care for his vast empire, but they did little more than argue about who would stand closer to their divine ruler.

An old man was reading a list of dishonorable crimes from a paper bearing the Emperor's sign, but I couldn't understand him. The rulers spoke a different dialect from the street vendors, and never spoke to us anyway. When he finished speaking, the gilded door would open and the condemned man would emerge with his second. That's how it was always done.

This time, though, when the doors opened, it was not a man who came out. It was a woman! She wore a silk kimono with so many folds of material that her figure was completely obscured. But her face was painted a perfect white, and her hair was the blackest black, very neatly pinned at the top. She carried the small kozuka blade in both hands, just like the condemned man would. Was she really the one to pay for her lost honor with her life?

Behind her was her second. He was a young, handsome man, and I recognized him immediately. He could drink more sake than any other samurai. More than once we saw him leave the market as the other samurai lay in the mud, and several times he performed the second's task for those same men. The disgraced soldier would kneel before the Emperor, and ceremonially plunge the short blade into his stomach. They never really plunged it inPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.22221

If someone could fix my messed-up subject, I would be eternally grateful :(

 No.22222

The Black Samurai were approaching the princess, not the little girl providing a PoV, correct? It's a little unclear.

 No.22258

>>14399
That is correct. Nobody sees the little girl except for the Emperor's daughter. Perhaps she will have a role in the next royal household.

 No.22397

>>14440

this isn't your written story. This is an old ass story you re-wrote here.

 No.22406

>>14598
It is my own old story, but thank you. I can think of no greater honor, than if my old stories are remembered and defended.


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 No.22206[Reply]

Hey gurochan,

I'm a long-time fun of the site and guro genre in general, but have never really posted. However, I enjoy writing and taking out my fantasies in text. I'm not a native English speaker but I think I manage well enough. I don't do this for money, just for fun.

I'm writing a multi-part story about a girl (shameless self-insert) that gets abducted somewhere in Southern Europe by a network of sex traffickers, finding herself lost in a maze of sex, rape, violence and perversion, where life is meaningless and women are just products.

Yesterday I published the second part on WattPad. You can find the story from the beginning here: https://www.wattpad.com/1012257718-a-girl-abducted-a-violent-sexual-fiction-the-intro

Please take a look and tell me any comments, ideas, thoughts that you might have; all criticism is welcome (and dirty ideas are even more welcome)!

xx
Lia

 No.22317

no, post your story here you fucking faggot.

 No.22320

Yea, totally sick of off-site links. Mastubate homosexual

 No.22868

i like your writing style


 No.22195[Reply]

So I'm looking for a particular story that I can't remember the name of, about a guy who uses a Mindcontrol device to Kidnap women who come and offer themselves to him as meat.

For the life of me i can't find it nor remember it.

 No.22196

I suspect the title of the work you're looking for is "Service Patches". IIRC There was an initial story revolving around the central character testing the device and procuring his first victim, then there was a sequel where he ended up with four women before they started being killed and cooked. Can't remember the handle of the author (apologies if they happen to read this) but I'm pretty sure it's in the old Gurochan archive that's floating around somewhere.

Hope this helps, good luck!

 No.22199

https://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/service-patches/

You are welcome

 No.22200

What about Lucy's Final Adjustment?


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 No.22150[Reply]

Might as well have a thread for writing questions and advise of all kinds.
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 No.22157

> The phrase is 'betting your life'.
I have mentioned such a phrase a couple of times, so maybe I know it. The problem is the punishment in question is not as simple as death, where an obvious antonym of 'life' could be used.

>>>14322
These lines sound like they would only make sense after the conditions of the bet were already established, and what I'm looking for is a way to establish them.

Okay, maybe I'm too focused on trying to fit it all in one sentence. But maybe a better direction would be not to combine the two sentences, but to distance them even more, so that the first sentence says they could bet, which sounds like just an expression without actual stakes, and then the second sentence says they would actually accepted such a bet even if the conditions included the punishment. So like this:

... they could have bet that [lots of text here]. And it wasn't just an expression: they were so confident they would have actually accepted such a bet even if the punishment for losing was [punishment].

That should work, I think?

 No.22294

Hello, I plan to post new content on this board for so long as the site exists.

Because of that I'd like to feel out what people's preferences are for when a new thread is created vs. an existing thread being used.

Should a writer:
A) Contain all of their works in a single thread (like /art/ does)
B) Contain all works of a single series in a single thread (So if I have 3 series running I'd have 3 threads)
C) Make a new thread for every story they write (If I write 5 stories I make 5 threads, even if 3 of the five were part of one series.)
D) Something else; Explain.

I'm leaning towards a single thread, and to keep things quick and easy to scroll through and pick up on updates I would use external links to my writing where it is published on AO3. Let me know what you think, I have some more works to finish up before I begin the process of posting everything here.

 No.22297

Seperate for easier search and archival

 No.22301

I keep my stories all in one thread for following reasons:

- It feels more neat that way instead of a bunch of thread all over the place mixed with all the other people's threads.
- Since most of my stories involve similar themes of casual guro, there's a good chance that a person who likes one of my stories would enjoy others too, and this way they can immediately see them all in one place instead of having to look through all the threads. Indeed if each story was in their own thread there would be a chance that after reading one story it could happen not to occur at all to the reader that this author might have other stories. Also even if the reader didn't enjoy the theme of the story, but found it well written, if they stories all in one place they can quickly check if this author happens to have stories on themes closer to their preference.
- Having it all in one thread also means that it gets bumped more often, not only creating more visibility for me as an author, but also helping the older stories not to sink into oblivion. Not only new readers are made aware I have those older stories too, but also it helps if someone wants to re-read one of my older stories, but only remembers the author but not the exact title. Of course, keeping each story in a separate thread would help in the opposite case: if one remembers the title, but not the author. But I imagine with how similar many of my stories are the former scenario is probably more likely, although it's of course just a guess.
- It also allows to have discussions in the thread that aren't necessarily about any particular story, but about my writing in general, like I used to post ideas, although now I made a dedicated thread for that for everyone.

 No.22302

I do the series thing, it just kind of feels right. Older works are older works, to me they should feel free to disappear into oblivion.


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 No.22144[Reply]

Hello everyone

I started this new thread, especially dedicated to "Polaris" and his awesome site "The Dark Realm Of Polaris".

Unfortunately, Polaris decided to stop writing a few years ago, and with that decision, the site went off the net too.

Nevertheless, I'm quite sure that a lot of people were highly entertained and inspired (in their fantasy only, I hope) by Polaris's stories and the stories of other writers who had published on his site.

[By the way: parts of The Dark Realm of Polaris are still out there, just read carfully the old thread in the archive: https://archive.guro.wtf/lit/res/5564.html ]

As far as I'm concerned: I really loved Polaris' stories, which I discovered maybe fifteen years ago, and it really nourished the part my being which had deviant fantasies since I was little. Thankfully, those stories also pushed some limits within my brain.

On his page, he had stated: "I am Polaris, a writer of erotic fiction that focuses primarily on sadistic and sexually violent females."

With this thread I want to create a space dedicated to Polaris and his fictional writings, and I would like that stories posted in this thread would keep a similar "quality, energy, context", so that former readers of Polaris' stories will surely like this threads content and vice-versa.
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 No.22192

Obviously you cant seriously call yourself "The_Dark_Realm_Of_Polaris-Admirer"
That's way too long name.
maybe name Yourself Polaris2? or TDRP-Fan? :)

 No.22201

My new username

>>14363
Mysterdude, I might have misunderstood your first reaction. So, sorry if I did. However, I got your point about finding my own personality. Thanks for your stimulus!
>>14366
Onix, thank you for sharing your opinion.

In my cultural understanding, Lilith was (or still is) a goddess of doom AND fertility.
She conceived countless children:
the daughters and sons of Lilith.

Don't be afraid if you meet her.

 No.22217

Just wanted to say that I once was an author for DROP. I too miss his internet presence and the community that he brought together. If Taz is out there I say hi old friend.

 No.22308

The first story I ever read on /lit/, 16 years ago, was one of his. Always will remain a fan of his work

 No.22339

great story site ever


 No.22105[Reply]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30909512

 No.22106

Description: Judi meets a cute cosplayer that she likes ... she's been hired to kill her.


 No.22096[Reply]

I've never written a multiple victim story, because each victim deserves her own individual experience. I've been inspired by real world events, though. I'll let you guess which ones.This was supposed to be a short story, but it didn't work out that way.

d udet


Childbirth Goddess Class (preggo, shotgun, knife, mostly NC)

The six of us were getting impatient. Stephanie, our childbirth instructor, was already 15 minutes late. She told us that she would send an update if she went into labor herself, but there were no on her feed since last night. We sat on our pillows on the hard chairs, our mats at our feet, talking about the things third-trimester moms usually talk about.

Cecelia's stretch marks were driving her crazy, the way they showed up on her pale skin. Her face was covered in freckles, and when she lifted her blouse, the stretch marks shot between the freckles like lightning bolts. She had the kind of red hair that could only come from genetics, not a bottle.

Evangelina's long hair was dark as night. Her blouse was too small, revealing the curve of her brown belly and the dark line from her navel down to her sweatpants. She always seemed worried about saying too much about her family, so I figured she must be undocumented.

Helena could not shut up about going to the beach, or the gym, or some expensive restaurant. But all of that was as fake as her blonde hair. I realized she was making it all up when she talked about jogging. With tits like that, and eight months pregnant, she could barely waddle like the rest of us.

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 No.22098

Angela cocked the shotgun again, and turned to the rest of us. "You are goddesses," she assured us, as she pulled the remains of the pillow off of the weapon. It was a basic hunting shotgun, sawed off to fit the pillow, a single barrel pointing towards each of us in turn. "Helena, Natasha, Shannah, Mitsuko. You are each divine. You can drop your pillows now." She smiled. "I want each of you to pull up your blouse, and show the world the life growing inside you." We stared, still in shock. Her voice hardened, and she pointed the gun more directly. "Take off your top, Helena. NOW. Each of you, NOW".

Helena pulled her top up, showing her tanned belly. Who goes to the tanning salon when they're pregnant? Her belly button was puckered inward, and she had clearly spared no expense on stretch mark cream. Somehow, her belly was unblemished, just big. I pulled up my top, showing my big outie navel. That embarassed me more than anything, because it looked like the damn Alien was about to jump out of me. Mitsuko lifted her top, and I saw the tears in her eyes as she exposed a network of stretch marks criss-crossing like the cracks in a badly reassembled porcelain teapot.

Natasha always wore nice clothes to class, instead of the oversized T-shirts the rest of us preferred. She was struggling with the buttons, fumbling in her terror to push the buttons through the holes. She mumbled something like "vibash, vibash" as her trembling hands failed to obey her commands.

"Natasha," Angela said, "you don't have to wear the right clothes to be beautiful. You're beautiful just like this."

*BLAM*

The blast tore through Natasha's blue blouse, through her skin and muscle, through her gravid uterus. I saw the spray of her shredded baby as it blew out of her back, making the back of her cute outfit fly up like an unexpected breeze. Natasha raised her arms, showing the stumps where the blast blew away her fumbling hands. Then she fell backwards, her body splashing in the sudden puddle of blood, amniotic fluid, and dismembered baby parts. Her lips trembled, trying to make one more apology, and then she was still.

Angela cocked the shotgun again, then rubbed her belly lovingly with her left hand. "Every baby wants to be loved," she told us, "Loved and nourished. Take off your blouses, and remove your bras." Her hand moved upPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.22099

Angelea cocked her weapon again and looked at me and Mitsuko, her last remaining students. "Your yoni", she continued, "is the portal between worlds. Through your portal you bring new life into the world." I had never heard "yoni" before taking childbirth class, but now I knew, she was talking about my cunt. That, I understood.

"Please sit down and reveal yourself fully. Do it now." Neither of us needed to be given any further instructions. In one motion, each of us pulled our sweatpants and maternity panties down to our ankles. Then we sat down on our pillows, and pulled them off our feet. I caught Mitsuko's eyes as we put our clothes in a pile together. I don't know what she saw in my eyes, but some of the fear left hers. We were in this together.

"Before your yoni yields life in pain, she opens the door to heaven in pleasure. We are all sisters, who know each other's desires." Angela's left hand moved around her belly again, down between her legs. "Shannah, Mitsuko's body is part of you. Mitsuko, you are part of Shannah." Angela's hand reached its destination. Partially hidden by her swollen belly, she slowly stroked her labia. "Touch each other, bring your sister the pleasure only known to yourself." She raised the gun again. "NOW."

We reached for each other's hands, feeling the warmth as we touched each other for the first time. Some of the other students liked to hug before and after class. They liked to hug before, that is, when they were still breathing. Mitsuko was not physical like that, and I always respected her need for space, but now we held hands like lovers. I guided her hand to my breast, and she did the same. When we kissed, it was natural, as though there were not a psychopath holding a gun a few feet away. We caressed each other's breasts, tracing the different worlds our bodies had experienced. Our bellies pressed together, and both of our babies picked that moment to wake up, rolling against each other like twins.

As my hands curved around her belly, I could sense her breathing change. Mine changed too, faster, insistent. The hair on her mound was short and straight, like the hair on her head, and I wondered what she thought of the unruly curls between my legs. She was more hesitant, but I had enjoyed my share of female encounters, so I showed her what she could do by example. I gePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.22100

Without hesitating, both of us wrapped an arm around our belly and followed Angela's instructions. I looked over at Mitsuko, and our eyes locked as we touched ourselves the way we had touched each other. Our breath came quickly as we each pleasured ourselves, never looking away, except to see each others' breasts heaving. I moaned, and Mitsuko moved her free right hand to hold my left hand. She was close to orgasm, and thinking of her left hand in her cunt pushed me over the edge myself. My hips bucked as I released something between a moan and a scream, and I could see in Mitsuko's eyes that she was close to her own release.

*BLAM*

Mitsuko's eyes widened as if she were drawn in anime style. The wash of blood from her shattered cunt and ruined baby sprayed over both of us, and her body spasmed in a macabre emulation of orgasm. Her grip on my hand tightened, then released, and the life in her brown eyes disappeared like a spark dying on wet ground. My own orgasm, though, was still rolling, and my hips kept thrusting as my sister, my lover, died next to me. When we were both spent, I lay still, my breasts heaving as I caught my breath.

"You, Shannah, are the true goddess," Angela spoke after a long pause. I pushed myself up to see her. She wore an angelic look on her face, her body splattered with blood and flecks of gore from her five victims. "I can die now, knowing that you have been chosen." With that, she cocked the gun, pushed the sawed-off barrel to her belly, and pulled the trigger.

*click*

She threw back her head and laughed, a roaring laugh at her great joke. "It's a five-round shotgun!" Angela giggled. "Here, you take it." She tossed it to me, and I caught it in the air.

"There's a present for you on the stock," she said with a wink.

I could hear a commotion from somewhere outside the door, but I was too busy looking at my "present" to care. A wide-bladed hunting knife was in a scabbard, taped to the stock of the shotgun. I had been too focused on the business end to notice the modification. Automatically, without thinking, I unsnapped the catch and pulled the knife free. The hilt and blade were stained with blood, as though someone had gutted a deer and wiped the knife on their pants.
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 No.22101

My hand was gripping the knife now, gripping it hard. The ruckus outside seemed far away. I had been in a few knife fights, mostly just waving the knife around, but I had also been taught how to win.

"She had a beautiful little girl," Angela continued. "She cried out before her mom died, isn't that sweet? I wish I knew her name. I cut her little pussy right out of her body."

I lunged forward, slamming the knife into the largest target, Angela's pregnant belly. It sank into that bright pink stretch mark, all the way to the hilt. I wrapped my left arm around Angela and pulled her in to me hard, so she couldn't move away. The knife pulled back out with a sucking sound, and I thrust it back in, over and over. Angela's mouth gaped in an "O" of surprise, and I released my hold and pushed her back. She stumbled and fell backwards to the floor. Her head hit hard and bounced. Someone was pounding on the door, but it seemed a mile away.

I didn't hesitate, because a knife fight only has one victor. I jumped on to her body, smashing our bellies together, and drove the knife into her side. Again, I stabbed over and over, sliding through her ribcage into to her lungs. The knife pierced her heart and sliced through blood vessels, as thick red blood bubbled up from Angela's mouth and nose. I kept stabbing, no longer thinking, losing any idea of aim, sinking the blade into her pale, swollen breast, and then into my own brown skin, without even noticing.

The locked door burst open, finally catching my attention as I jammed the knife into a breast. It was mine or hers, white or black, I couldn't tell. There were blue uniforms, and guns, and yelling. I pulled the blade out of the breast, and my knife hand swung in the air. The knife dripped blood, clear colostrum, and bits of yellow fat. The police followed their weapons training, just as I followed mine. Their weapons fired, 9mm bullets instead of shotgun shells, and did not stop firing until the guns were empty. My body, riddled with holes from my legs to my belly to my chest, collapsed onto Angela's, then rolled off, away from the oncoming blue uniforms.

I heard two things as my life ended, the last things I ever heard. One was the officer shouting into her radio, "Suspect down! Suspect down!".

The other was a whisper, Angela's dying breath. "Goddess."

d udet

 No.22122

I love it! Thank you for writing and posting.


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 No.22081[Reply]

Inspired by the story Graduation, which can be found here https://archive.guro.wtf/lit/res/20622.html

I'm not sure about the source of the pic attached, but it looks like it inspired the Graduation story in the first place (IIRC the story appeared some time after the picture).

Other authors are welcome to add their own entries. Don't have to be introduction speeches, day to day life in the school and whatever you feel inspired for by the setting are all welcome too.

==Rubicon High School==

Welcome to Rubicon High School! A very special among special schools that aims not at students with disabilities, but at those who wish to have one. In our school you will learn to live with a disability of your choice: blindness, deafness, muteness, or even amputation of limbs, we have dedicated classes for all of them. We also encourage our students to be creative, so if you have something more peculiar on your mind, do tell and we’ll see what we can arrange about it. And of course you’re welcome to choose more than one disability if you’re feeling up for the challenge!

The name of our school comes from the final test you will face during the graduation: you will get to irreversibly cross the Rubicon on the way to your new disabled life by actually inflicting the disability on yourself with your own hands. Although nowadays many determined students choose to do it earlier during the education, usually after the first year, since that point is also where the theoretical lessons give place to more practical ones, which become more hands-on this way. Just make sure to do it the presence of a teacher who would confirm you did it with your own hands and out of your own free will.

Anyway, enough about us, since you came here, you probably know all of that already. So why don’t you tell us about yourself, why did you choose to attend this school and what disability are you going to choose?
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 No.22090

"Hey there cutie, I'm Jenny and I just turned 13. My mom says I'm too smart and pretty for my own good which is true because I'm always getting myself into trouble, especially with boys but sometimes with girls too. I just can't help myself and like my mom says I'm way too smart so I'm always finding new ways to sneak out after dark or to talk cute guys into skipping class so they can feel me up in the janitor's closet."

"I'm really excited to start at Rubicon and it's not simply because I've added a lot of new names to my kissing list. See I like being pretty but to keep myself from starting trouble I'm going to learn how to push these cool hooks up my nose which I can then yank out hard to give myself a full frontal lobotomy. Once I'm mentally disabled it'll be the boys who are the ones taking advantage of me whenever they want to get into my pants."

 No.22091

Fucking nice

 No.22125

“My name is Amy, and I love sports. Most of all I love running. I love how simple and straightforward it is: minimum tactics, maximum pure enjoyment. And that is why I want my legs amputated. Oh, no, no, not entirely, mind you! Just below the knee. Because, you know those modern carbon fiber blade prosthetics? They’re much better for running than actual legs, because they were purposely designed for it, not incidentally evolved from random mutations. Of course, I know I won’t just magically run faster simply by putting them on and will have to undergo heavy training even to learn to walk again. That’s why I’m applying to this school”.

 No.22143

"Hello, uh, I'm Rita. I won't lie, I picked this school by throwing darts at a board... this is an interesting quirk though. Uh, what to pick... I guess being mute sounds interesting? I'd have to learn sign language and have something to write with on me... And people always say I talk too loudly, well now that problem will be solved for good!"

 No.22390

>>14248
This story SUCKS BALLS!


 No.22059[Reply]

my take on the dolcett genre I do not like the underage or non-consensual aspects of it and I dislike the eugenics aspects. Feel free to use the setting without crediting me. This work is in the public domain.
If you are reading this you have stumbled on one of the dimensions of the nuita race as we are farmers of man shaped organisms and we look like sexless beings that are transparent so you can see our organs with balls of magic as heads. we place portals to various places in the multiverse, . We nuita only farm organisms that want to be meat and is of breeding age. They are feed high class food and the meat of norbs which look like cows with antlers and trunks. Our organisms get reincarnated in our vats so they can keep experiencing their joy of being our products. We also offer day-trips and tours so you can see how well they are being treated and take some home as spouse or slave. We have any products you would want from the organisms. If you have found a portal that means you must want this as product or customer. we also allow products to marry in that case they are a package deal. Product and customers are free to leave anytime with no consequences. Unfortunately we do not allow organisms that will contaminate the stock such as faeries, werebeasts or undead, etcetera in our dimensions, or as customers and/or stock. All our live products are guaranteed healthy and have no defects unless the customer wants a defected one.

This portal you went in is only exclusive to cisfemales that want to be meat or eat female humanoid meat, we serve our customers well

Here in the restaurant of Yuriniku Kunoichi all the girls we have are trained to be ninjas, as we believe that makes them happier. and we also offer nullo girl slaves which are girls with no breasts, nipples uterus, ovaries ,fallopian tubes,bellybutton or outer and inner labia, vagina and all of the clitoris with their outer genitals sewn up with just a peehole and anus for you to keep. we have an Edo period vibe in this restaurant. we also enjoy teaching the arts of female on female love. We also have full tabletop and live action role playing games. We do hope you enjoy your stay here. Our yuriniku kunoichi also work as dream warriors protecting the innocent. The girls are completely naked with our yuriniku kunoichi brand on their necks.
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 No.22023[Reply]

Muffled

“How are you doing today Ms. Taylor?” Doctor Addams asked as he strolled into the examination room.

“I’m good,” Carol responded brightly.

“I’m sure you are,” the doctor replied with a warm smile. “Still, while you’re here we might as well actual go through with your annual physical.”

“I guess,” Carol smiled back.

“Okay,” Dr. Addams took the stethoscope from around his neck and fit the earpieces in before taking the last step to Carol as she sat on the edge of the exam table. Taking the other end of the stethoscope he placed it to her chest.

“Something wrong?” Carol asked when the doctor frowned after a few moments.

“Hmm- oh, no- well not with you, I’m sure, I’m just having trouble hearing, it’s all a bit muffled. Tell you what, could you maybe remove your blouse?”
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 No.22024

I love it!

 No.22040

Oh, I totally missed this.
That was pretty good although probably the doctor could have used a few bandaids to reattach that breast back LOL


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