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Your Favourite Sentences! (ncmc wiki 2005-12-09)
by NCMC readers
NOTE: This is a copyrighted group-created derivative work based on an earlier story. The opinions, intent and morals expressed in this new work are not necessarily those of the original author and they can in no way be held responsible for this new derivative.NCMC favourite parts Slelected by NCMC readers --- He asked me if I'd like to see an even cooler spiral and then sent me another blue/red spiral to see and that mutha was friecking wild. Really got into it bro. Tell you the truth I felt a bit woozy with this one but Trick explained I was just adjusting to the thought of someone taking over for me. I liked that. Never knew that I needed a right guy to kinda run things. Trick even explained why my 8'' dick was hard as a rock in my cop blues. It was just the last of the stress trying to get out. Lucky for me he was there to show me how to relax. Damn that spiral fucking rocks. My muscular thighs were pressing together now and I needed to rub myself through my blue uniform. Trick said that was normal, that I should relax and gaze into the spiral more while I worked my meat.
- Confessions
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I looked down, and was once again confronted with my hard dick sticking straight up out of my pants.
- Office Politics
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I knew I was shrinking, but my humiliation at having just been used so by my roommate warred with that for the full weight of my horror.
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I stood then, revealing my own obvious erection. “Now I gotta get off,” I said. “Why don’t you flex for me a little bit and I’ll yank?”
The corner of his mouth curled up in a slight smile – he looked me up and down, checking me out. “Why don’t you fuck me with that hot cock of yours instead?” he asked quietly. “Why don’t you treat me like your pussy muscle-whore? Fuck me like a mimbo faggot?”
“Sam, I…”
He spun around, showing me his backside. “You don’t like my ass? You don’t think I got a nice ass?”
I knew I was shrinking, but my humiliation at having just been used so by my roommate warred with that for the full weight of my horror.
“You got a fantastic ass…”
“Fuck it, then,” he said, leaning against the shower wall. “Fuck Sammy’s hungry muscle-ass. Treat me like your fuckin’ mimbo!”
- Mimbo Drops ---
And then he said the word. Just one word.
I don't remember the word, I never have, I never will. He's hidden his control word from us both, but the moment he said it, the magic happened.
Instantly all the people in the room vanished. I have no idea how he did it, but suddenly they were all just gone and Josh and I were standing completely alone in the basement.
Now that we were alone the feelings I felt inside for my friend, my lover, the desire I felt for him, couldn't be contained.
"Oh, god, Josh," I sighed, happy to be alone with him at last. I moved forward and threw my arms around him, kissing him, holding him, caressing his hot, muscular body. He held me to him lovingly, and I felt his tongue pass my lips as we let our mouths explore one another. We kissed deeply and passionately, two 19-year-old athletes, alone to explore the pleasure of our bodies. I felt like a child in his strong arms and wanted to please him so.
- Compromising Situations
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My body flew into motion. All the weight hefting around me like muscle jello as my big tree trunk legs threw me into the air. My pec's flopped up and down like huge bags of grain and he was right, my dick did flop around making me look silly.
- Practical MAGIC: LIVIN LA VIDA LOCA
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Something very weird happened after football practice yesterday. Chris finished taking off his uniform just as I got into the locker room, and headed for the shower, leaving his sweaty clothes on the bench in front of his locker. For some reason, I stared, fascinated, at his used jock strap on the bench. When everyone had gone to the shower and I was alone on the bench, I reached over and grabbed the jock, and impulsively put it to my nose. I was overcome by the incredibly rich aroma of Chris' crotch sweat, and my tongue darted out to see if it tasted as good as it smelled. I thought of Chris: blond-haired, blue-eyed, taller than me at 6'5", well toned but not as powerfully built as I am, totally smooth creamy skin, and I got hard. Real hard. Suddenly, I looked up and I wasn't alone anymore. Chris had come back from the shower, and was looking at me oddly. He grabbed his jock out of my hand. I was hugely humiliated, but there was no hiding my thoughts: my immense boner told him everything. He didn't say anything, but his expression changed to a smirk, and he walked away. I hoped he wouldn't tell anyone, but how can he look up to me as team captain after he's seen me do that?
- Diary, Fall of 2002 ---
Mimbodrops --- “Hoie Fuck!” was all the former college prep frat boy could say, as the reflection in the mirror only vaguely resembled the man he was only moments before. There was metal lodged and permanently welded shut placed in every feature of his face. His ear lobes were stretched and hanging stuffed with thick metal plugs. Several rings went up the outside rim of each ear. He had several thick metal rings in each of his eyebrows, several in his nose, one like a bull ring, and one large plug on the side. His upper and lower lips were joined at one side, by holes on each the upper and lower lip. A plug so heavy was placed through his tongue, that he would forever have difficulty with speaking clearly, as the metal clinked against his teeth chipping and cracking them often. The lack of his ability for correct pronunciation would become a permanent problem. Huge rings were also inserted in his nipples, enlarging them to at least ¾ of an inch in diameter and thickness, which caused large obvious bumps to protrude from the shirt on his otherwise defined chest. His naval and genitals concluded the piercing modifications, and right now, he could only imagine what lay hanging below by the weight and constant clinking going on in his cargo’s. Evidently, his 19 tattoo’s were not small ones either, for he could see, large colorful ink designs covering both his arms, legs, and up his neck.
-Freak Show
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One week later, Tom was walking back to his dorm room from the shower. He never wore anything but the towel wrapped around his waist. He was proud of his body, and showed it off as often as he could. As Tom walked toward his room, however, he suddenly felt like he had been hit by a shock wave - as though electric current was running through his body. His mind went blank, and then, as quickly as it began, it was over.
Tom stood still for a moment. He felt disoriented and a little light-headed, as if he were in shock, but that feeling started to fade as well. He shook his head to clear it, and then continued down the hall again to his door. He suddenly felt a little embarrassed, walking down the hall with only a towel on. He hoped he didn't run into anyone. He wasn't in the mood for any trouble today. "Trouble," Tom wondered. "What sort of trouble?" He had no idea. He couldn't understand this sense of apprehension.
-Tommy
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I had something in my mouth that tasted just great, like the best, most delicious thing I'd ever tasted. In fact, that's exactly what I keep thinkin', that this is the best thing I've ever tasted and I want more of it. The good feeling is growing more intense inside me when it's like, I hear this voice calling me from the distance.
I recognize it's Josh's voice, but it sounds like he's a bazillion miles away, and he's saying my name over and over like he's tryin' to wake me up or something. I just keep feelin' better and better, drinkin' this sweet stuff in my mouth, and then, all at once I hear him say something like, "What the fuck are you doin' man!?" It feels like someone wants to take away this wonderful stuff I've got in my mouth, but I won't let 'em, it's just too good and I just gotta have more of it. And then all at once, the sensation hits me.
I cum. I like, totally cream myself in the biggest, hottest fucking orgasm I've ever had!
I feel myself shooting my load over and over and it just keeps coming and coming and it feels so awesome, I just close my eyes and enjoy how great it feels as it rips through my whole body. I cum all over my hand and I rub it all over my cock and my chest and everything. But when it's over, I mean, once I finally stop cumming and it's like REALLY over, it's like I wake up from a dream or something and realize where I am.
As soon as I realize what the fuck I'm doing it's like... HOLY SHIT!
I'm naked, down on my knees, in front of Josh, who's also naked, sittin' on the edge of his bed in front of me with his legs spread wide and I've got his fuckin' dick in my mouth, sucking him off!
"FUCK!" I scream and push myself away, falling back on the floor in Josh's room.
Now I'm lyin' there all naked and flat on my ass, looking up at my naked best friend and he's sitting on the edge of his bed with like a major fuckin' boner stickin' way the fuck up! It's big as hell and all shiny wet with spit and cum dripping down it. And I realize, shit, I just had that cock in my mouth!
--- "Compromising Situations"
The End
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* Your Favourite Sentences! (ncmc wiki 2005-12-09)
03:03 on 2005-12-11
I don't know if this worked. Only 13 edits???
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* Your Favourite Sentences! (ncmc wiki 2005-12-09)
11:07 on 2006-01-09 by Jim
Jake was the last to receive new instructions. Now I have to admit that I loved seeing this “All American” male wetting his pants on a regular basis, but I decided to take it one step further. Jake would stop on his way home and pick up a supply of adult diapers and rubber pants. He would start to wear diapers on a regular basis under all his clothes, including his most expensive suits.. I also told Jake that he should not make it a secret to his dates that he wore a diaper and that he wet his pants on a regular basis. I also wanted Jake to visit my gypsy friend to get some of the powder Chris used to remove his body hair to make him more “baby-like.” I also made some changes in Jake’s sexual desires. To add to his theme of being a baby, I made Jake crave the taste of cum (or as I told him, his “special milk”). He would desire the taste in his mouth almost constantly and he would drink every drop he could get his mouth on. Jake would try and collect his milk in his new bottle, which was also in the CVS bag I had placed under the table. He would also sign on to gay chat rooms and websites that specialized in the diaper/adult baby fetish to find men to be his “Daddy”.
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* Your Favourite Sentences! (ncmc wiki 2005-12-09)
12:07 on 2008-08-25 by baby jimmy
'My... my... my... Why are all you testosterone driven men always so quick to judge others?? The gypsy queried, Maybe we need to tone that down a bit for you. I'd say about 15 years. I wonder how people will judge you when you have the voice, and hairless prepubescent development of a 5 year old boy.' Instantly, the 20 year old man standing frozen in mid-stride began to change. Nothing drastically obvious, but his skin began to soften, and if you looked closely at his crotch you could discern some deflation there. The gypsy stood in thought for a moment, and with a little chuckle decided that his jeans would now need a little filling out as he removed another 4 years of development from Ryans nether regions, as his jeans began to reinflate to form the obvious outline of a rather thick adult diaper. 'Now my friend, the gypsy boy went on, Without the bladder control of a normal adult male your age, I fear you will find yourself dependent on diapers fulltime now, and unfortunetly you have always been a heavy wetter, so those diapers will have to be pretty thick to be of practical use. Ah yes, and one more thing, since you will now be unable to achieve orgasm with your ahem 'new' equipment, the only way to achieve orgasm for you, I'm afraid, will be through anal stimulation.
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