/lit/ - Literature

Lizzy had moved to the back of the bus ten minutes ago, her class was small and hardly anyone sat in the back. The back two rows of seats were completely empty with only one girl sitting in the third row from the back. It's not that Lizzy wanted to be all the way back there, she was a friendly social girl who loved to be in the group. Alas the long bus ride had her stomach doing loop the loops and she started to feel sick. It wasn't too bad...until she started farting. The first few slipping out of hee silently without much of a stink...the next two however crackled and popped as they escaped her rear end.


She had clenched her cheeks, but another one squeaked out of her, this one carrying a foul stink that had her whole class looking for the one who 'dealt' it. Lucky for her no one pegged her, and a little later she snuck off to the back of the bus, the building pressure in her gut getting more and more painful as she kept holding in her gas. Once she was safely in the back of the bus she peered over the seat to make certain no one was nearby, or paying attention to her. Luckily the rest of her class already began laughing and joking about other things. With a relieved sigh she scooched over to the window, and let loose a gnarly fart that rumbled her little cheeks as it sprayed foul air into her panties


The little girl sighed as she felt like a balloon being deflated, the large fart relieving a huge amount of pressure off of her tummy. The foul stink that followed didn't help her though, a hot nasty smell that assaulted even her own nose.


"Bleh..." Lizzy whined as she cracked a window. Her stomach grumbling as she did so. Her own smelly toot left her even more nauseated. Her insides beginning to squirm and writhe as the bus moved along an uneven, winding road. Lizzy shook her head and exhaled, feeling a different kind of pressure building up in her tummy. She took a few deep breaths, that disturbing tickling sensation coming up in her throat. She felt like she wanted to burp, but knew if she did she would probably just upchuck all over herself, so she simply tried to ignore the building pressure and focus on steadying herself.


"I'm not gonna...throw up...I'm not...gonna throw up. I'm not gonna throw up!" She chanted to herself, hoping as always, a positive attitude would get her through this. Then with no warning came another fart, bubbling and popping. Lizzy gasped and jumped up, clenchinPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

At midnight Robert saw yellow glow of a fire in the distant, and could tell, even from his bedroom window, that it was too close to be at the campsite. He downed the last of his sweet tea and grabbed the Beretta 92 from the table.

"It seems like some campers pitched tent on our property again. You wanna come help me with 'em?"

His son, Johnathan, yelled back; "Not tonight dad! I'm a little too tired."

"Alright, but if I find anyone pretty you will have to deal with sloppy seconds!"

Robert slipped on his boots and made towards the woods behind his house. The trees were dark, but he could smell his way through, and he has certainly navigated those woods in even worse lighting than that. The fire grew brighter, and he soon saw the source.

It was indeed campers; they had a single large tent near the trees, and two girls sat on a log roasting marshmallows and chatting. One had short black hair, and the other blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. They were sitting with their backs to trees, and Robert crept quietly that they did not even see him emerge into the clearing. The girls continued to gossip and laugh until he placed his gun inches from the back of the dark-haired girl's head. The blonde quickly noticed as she glanced out of the corner of her eyes.

"Val! Behind you!" She screamed, and the dark-haired girl turned her head.

"Looks like a couple o' trespassers."

Val stood up and backed away with her hands in front.

"This is my property, girls. The campsite is across the highway."

"We didn't know. Right Julie?" The blonde nodded. "We're sorry," Val stuttered. She swallowed loudly and took a few more steps back.

"That's okay. We'll just take a walk back to my place and we'll get things settled," he pointed back through the woods, and both of them looked at each other.

"Please sir," Julie replied after a deep breath, "we'll leave and never bother your property again."

"You'll come back to my house, just like I said, or I will shoot you," he reiterated.

They both looked into the dark thicket of trees and gave each other another nervous glance.

"Well, get moving. Before I start pulling this trigger."

To prove his seriousness, Robert aimed just off-target and fired. Chills went down Val's spine as the bullet whizzed by her, only an inch from her right ear, with a loud swooshing sound.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Clown nurses

The day is nice and pleasant. You're walking with your mother. You're 18.
This is the first time you've been with your mother since you've moved for college. The 2 of you are just walking along, talking, enjoying each others company.

"I'm happy things are going well for you in starting higher education. Oh darling I almost forgot! I've scheduled for a doctor's visit. remember how you were bedwetting before you left and thought maybe it should be checked up on." Your mother tells you.

You're taken aback by the comment. You haven't wet my bed for at least three years now! However, you did start having some weird dreams, so you guess the visit couldn't hurt? "Yeah, haha... thanks, mom."

"Good girl." She smiles and lightly spanks you. "Ah here she is now!" A nice car pulls up to the parking lot. A young lady, just a few years older than you, steps out and shakes hands with your mother and you. "Hello hello!"

You blush up a little at the spank "Oh, mom!" but then the speed at which the situation developed weirded you out a little bit. Did she schedule the visit for right now? Here, in this parking lot? You couldn't say a word from the confusion, just meekly offered your hand to what you suppose is a doctor.

"Why Dr. Shaker, yes hello! This is my daughter I told you about!" "So you're the young girl who's bedwetting?" Some lunchgoers at a picnic table stop their conversations and grin wide eyed at each other.

"What? No, that's not.. exactly.. the problem." You answer, flustered, just standing there, not knowing what to do. The embarrassment makes you want to drop dead where you stand.

"Omg she's a bedwetter. I know her I went to school with her!"
"Really? I think she goes to the same college as my brother." You hear the cool kids whispering, not overly quietly.

"Now now. It's OK. Have you experienced any incontinence at all? Are your farts frequent or particularly smelly? How's your diet, how much do you eat and what are your favorite foods? How frequently do you defectate?"

Now starting to get a little mad at the lack of professionalism, you ask "Can't we take this somewhere private?"

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Two girls spend a rainy day outside, squishing anything unpleasant they come across.

Rainy Day Fun

 "Ugh! I am SO bored!" Jenny complained, as she threw her hands up into the air in frustration. "I wasn't supposed to rain today at all!"

 "It is pretty messed up.." Angelica sighed, as she stared morosely out of her bedroom's large window into the back yard.

 The heavy and completely unexpected downpour outside was the reason for both girls' downcast and disappointed moods. They had hoped to spend the early summer's day out in the sun, having fun. Now they instead felt trapped inside by the rain.

 "Even the weather app on my phone says it's supposed to be clear right now." Jenny protested, as she bent over her cell phone and checked it for the fifth or sixth time in the past half hour. "How can it be so wrong?"

 "Well.. we could play a video game.." Angelica began, before she was suddenly interrupted by the lights flickering on and off rapidly.

 Then the lights, along with all the rest of the power in the house, went out entirely.

 "Pshhh.." Jenny huffed out, exasperated, as she glanced around at the suddenly darkened room. "You were saying?"

 "..Poop." Angelica said. "I guess not, then.. Wanna play a board game, then? Monopoly?"

 Jenny only eyed her friend narrowly at the suggestion.

 "Okay, no Monopoly.." Angelica continued. "..how about Risk?"

 "The two longest, most boring, worstest board games ever invented.." Jenny replied, while shaking her head. "Thanks, but no. I'll just watch water fall out of the sky, instead. It'll be less dull."

 "Jeez, sorry." Angelica said, rolling her eyes. "What do you want to do then?"

 "I dunno.."

 Both girls fell silent after that, and returned to only stared out glumly at the incessant, heavy rain falling outside.

 "Hey, let's go for a walk." Angelica said, suddenly.

 "What?" Jenny replied, surprised. "Angie.. It's POURING out there!"

 "So what?" Angelica retorted, standing up. "We've got rain slickers and boots. We won't get too wet, and it'll be something to do, at least. Unless you want to stay in here doing nothing all day, in the dark."

 "Well, when you put it that way.." Jenny said, with a resigned sigh as she too stood uPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

This is a dolcett/cannibalism story of which origins I'm not certain. It's been around for at least a decade, and at some point, somebody added a second half with a vore theme to it.

I figured I'd post it here for everyone to enjoy.

Amy shivered in the long line of naked, condemned girls. Like the other girls, Amy was totally naked, and her vulva was shaved, so that the people who eventually ate her vulva wouldn't get hair in their teeth. Two of her friends, Molly and Tasha, stood shivering in the cold line next to her. She also recognized Susan from her History class at high school. Amy was 16, and Tasha and Molly were 17. At the front of the line, seated nude behind a small desk, she saw another friend from high school, Lisa, a 17-year-old blond with big breasts that bounced when she walked.
Lisa, however, wasn't going to be butchered and cooked today like the rest of the girls. She simply worked at the processing plant. She was talking to each girl, taking down personal information, and grading their meat. She did this by measuring their breasts, waist, and hips, and determining their fat content with a small meter that ran a tiny electric charge through their bodies. She also fondled each girl's breasts, buttocks, and slipped a finger into each girl's vagina and rectum, and tasted the milk from their breasts.
Like most people, Amy, Tasha, and Molly had eaten girls before. Tasha and Amy loved eating fresh vulvas, and Molly and Tasha loved eating roasted breasts. In fact, both Amy and Tasha had butchered another girl themselves before, as birthday presents from their families.
Tasha stood before Lisa. Lisa looked mildly surprised to see Tasha. "Oh, hi, Tash," she said. "Let's see," she said, consulting her computer screen. "You were caught having sex with Molly here, the penalty for which is being eaten." She consulted her screen further. "Hmmm, you were found having 69 with Molly, 'eating' each other's vulvas." She sighed. "Tasha, girls should only eat vulva if it's fully cooked and not attached to another girl." She shook her head. "Well, I hope Molly's vulva tasted good, because soon both of your vulvas are going to be eaten for real."
Amy looked in wonder at Tasha and Molly. She hadn't known they liked girls. She wished briefly that she could have eaten their vulvas, they were so beautiful and tasty looking. Tasha and Molly were both tall and lean.
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The Orgasm

Zoey lynn backet was sentenced to die by lethal injection. She was woken up in her death row cell. “We need to move you to a death watch cell. ” the gourd said. She was resigned. She took a deep breath. She presented her hands to the gaurds.

She wore an orange jump suit. She was barefoot. Her hands waist and feet were placed in shackles. She was used to the procedure by then. Sense arriving at the death row sense She was formerly sentenced she did not leave any room without being shackled. She was used to this. This was old hat to her.

She had figured out how to walk with while shackled. The chains were praticlyoa part of her now. It hardly brothered her any more.

She had been a petty thef. She had been in and out of jail. She had not committed any serous crimes. During a robery a shop owner took out and she schot him. He died of his wounds a few days later.

She got away. The police discovered her dna and the evidence lead to her. She fled. She was trapped at a cabin. She opened fire. She schot and killed a police officer.

A witness saw her and called the police. She was arrested. The evidence waa rock solid. Her lawyer tried to get the prosecutor to agree to life in prison but the d.a would not budge. The d.a was determined to push for the death penalty.

Her lawyer had her dress like the girl next door. Had her braid her hair. Her lawer tried to potray her as the girl next door. The jury did not buy it. She was formerly sentenced to death.

She did not want to prolonge her wait to be executed. She waved her appeals. A date of her executuon had been set. Soon she would be put to death. She was at peace with it.

She was taken to a death watch cell. ” can you strip naked please. ” a female gaurd asked.she pulled off her orange jump suit. Then she took off her bra and panty.

She was given an enima. Her rectal area was totaly iragated. A saline solution was placed in her rectum. The contents were removed. They wiped her off.

She was given a shower. The female gaurd bathed her. “I am required yo bath you. ” she said. She washed her boobs. Shw washed her legs and feet ans belky and hair.

She spent most of the day naked. Then as the day got closer, she was moved to an area right next to the death chamber. She was naked as she was escorted there.

The warden arived. He sat down and explaned to hPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

The air is tinged with smoke. I am drawing close, and every drop of a paw into the dirt increases my desire. A resounding scream sends a shiver of anticipation through my body. I quicken my pace, stirring up clouds of dust as I bound across the earth. I reflect with giddy malice that these pitiful humans think their troubles will end with the ashes of their home. But that is only the beginning.

The burning house comes into view, a brilliant contrast to the dim, empty landscape. The children are huddled together on the ground a safe distance away while the mother desperately draws water from the well and hurls it at the roaring flames. The baby girl, dressed somewhat anachronistically in a ruffled white nightgown, sits crying in her sister's arms. The little girl's face is streaked with smoke, and she clutches her infant sister a bit too tightly as she watches her home burn.

I briefly deliberate whether to wait for the mother to abandon her futile efforts and accept the loss; it could be almost more delicious to hold back until they begin to feel that the worst is over and that they are capable of surviving. But now, in the midst of this panic and desperation, the temptation to strike is too powerful.

I pad into view of the children. The older girl winces and watches me with wide, fearful eyes, yet makes no move to run or call to her mother. "Good evening," I purr, making my voice soft and smooth. "Have you lost your home? How dreadful. You must be so sad…" She watches me warily, making no reply. The mother rounds the house to draw again from the well, still oblivious to my presence. "I'm not going to hurt you, dear. I only wish to help…can you tell me your name?"

"Annabelle," she ventures to reply. I try to imagine how her high, artless voice will sound when she screams. "And this is Lottie." She bounces the baby girl on her knee, and the little one pauses in her wailing to stare into my golden eyes, her wet pink lips opening and closing without sound. Annabelle herself is dressed in a pink nightgown, her bare feet twisting nervously in the sandy soil.

"How precious…" I begin to approach them, but a sudden frightened gasp informs me that the mother has finally noticed my presence. She is clearly intimidated by my size and dark pelt, but approaches me with the empty pail, swinging it aggressively. "You get away! Get!" I easily dodge and lunge for her leg, digging my fangs deep, worrying and shredding Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

A Recipe for Pasta Sauce

 "Oh, come in, come in!" Aey exclaimed, motioning in the beautiful young woman standing just outside her front door. "You're a bit early, but that's fine. Dinner won't be ready for a while, though."

 "I know I'm early, sorry." Bea replied. "But I've been looking forward to tonight so much, I just couldn't help myself. I hope it's not a bother."

 "No bother at all." Aey said, smiling reassuringly at her date and patting her on the arm. "In fact, this will work out just fine. You can help me prepare dinner, if you like."

 "That sounds fun." Bea replied, returning Aey's smile. "What are we having? You wouldn't tell me over the phone."

 "Oh, just some pasta and buttery garlic bread." Aey said.

 "Ah.. I see.." said Bea, her smile fading slightly. "I thought you said it was going to be something special..?"

 "Oh, it will be." Aey replied, with a light, unconcerned laugh.

 "The sauce is what is going to make it special." she continued, giving her companion a sly little wink. "Follow me."

 Aey lead Bea through her house, which was a modern place with few walls. Each room, such as they were, was open and easily visible from most of the rest of the house, creating a bright, airy atmosphere throughout the entire interior. The kitchen, large and contiguous with the dining room, was set against one outside wall, and was where their short journey came to a halt.

 "Who's that?" Bea asked, her surprise easily evident from the set of her features as she took in the sight of a third person already in the kitchen.

 The person she was referring to was a nude man, fairly large and well built, who was bound to an "X" shaped frame. The sturdy frame was set into rails attached securely to the floor and ceiling of the kitchen.

 "He's dinner." Aey said, her tone both pleased and satisfied.

 "Dinner?" Bea said.

 "Well, part of dinner, anyway." Aey amended. "I picked him up at the market earlier today. He's what's going to make our sauce so special."

 "How's he going to do that?"

 "Well, the secret to making great pasta is making great sauce, and you can only make great sauce if you have the proper ingredients." Aey said, as she lead Bea around the trussed and gagged man to his front side.

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Joanna giggled as we walked through my front door. My parents had left an hour ago for the night on a trip, and I had pounced on the opportunity. Joanna had agreed to my proposal immediately, and got a ride over under the pretense of a school project. I smiled devilishly at her as I pulled her into my room and closed the door.

She kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck and I ran my hands down my back to her ass. I gave her ass a squeeze as I kissed her, then pushed her onto the bed. She looked up at me, her face flushed, and I marvelled at her beauty. She had soft brown hair, firm perky tits and a beautiful ass. I pulled her shirt off and undid her bra. She pulled me onto her and I kissed her, fondling her breasts.

She got up and crawled towards me, pulling down my pants to reveal my hard cock. She twirled her tongue around the tip, then put it in her mouth. She blew me hard, taking only occasional breaks for air. She looked into my eyes as she sucked my dick, making me even more aroused. I moaned softly as I felt the cum welling up inside me and I grabbed her head, pulling her onto my dick. She didn't even flinch as I came into her throat, closing her eyes and swallowing. I let go, and she looked up at me. "Your cum tastes so good, daddy," she said, and I pushed her over, pulling off her sweatpants. Her panties were already wet, and I rubbed her clit through them, then pulled them down around her ankles and fingered her. She rubbed her clit while I stroked her g-spot, and her pussy started making wet noises as she moaned. After a while, I felt her pussy clench, and she squirted on my hand, soaking the sheets in her cum.

She moaned loudly, then relaxed. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and they dripped her juices on the bed. I stood up beside the bed and she followed suit, dripping cum onto the floor. I bent her over the bed and slowly plunged my dick into her wet pussy. "Yes daddy," she moaned, 'Fuck my horny pussy." She pushed back into me as I started thrusting into her. She moaned as I pounded her from behind, and I grabbed her hair and fucked her harder. She was twitching on my dick. "Choke me daddy," she moaned, and I grabbed her throat with both hands and squeezed. Her pussy started sloshing as she got wetter and wetter.

She was turning blue from lack of oxygen, and I was about to cum. I fucked her faster and faster and squeezed harder and harder until I shot cum into her pussy. She shuddered Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

This is a replacement for the story request thread that appears to not have made it through that spammer, I'm gonna open up with a request for that zoo keeper story (I think it was zookeepers 2 or something), which I think was also knocked off the bottom by the spammers