I'm bored and feeling a little curious
I'm bored and feeling a little curious <3
Blake Murphy
Ayden Bailey
oh, i know this one. hang on.
Henry Gray
this was originally written as a mamabliss story.
we see our protagonist in the library, sitting in a corner chair with a large folio volume open, resting on his knees. he is avidly taking in the book's contents, or so we think -
Michael Bell
In a close-up we see a smaller book hidden inside the larger one. our protagonist is staring at a detailed etching of an erect donkey's cock, his pupils slightly dilated. his gaze caresses the lines, memorizing each detail, each bulging vein, the distended cock head.
he leaves the library, donkey cock images swirling in his head, and stops at the local tavern on the way home to buy two six-packs of weak beer.
he stays up all night, sketching his heart's desire on hundreds of sheets of paper, fixing the image in his mind and drinking the beer. it's almost midnight when he finishes the last one, his bladder filled to bursting; he is mildly half-drunk.
Noah Rivera
Oooh. Exciting :P
Grayson Barnes
he staggers down the back steps, out of the back gate and into a dark forest, following a path that degrades into a shallow track, guided only by intermittent glimpses of the full moon through the overhead foliage, every step jolting his bladder painfully.
presently he comes to a circular clearing the size of a basketball court: neat grass like a lawn bowls court, perfectly still quiet in the middle of the forest and at the center of the clearing is a small tree just a bit taller than him. it is said this tree is the home of the forest dryads - fairies who avoid the company of humans, who they find boorish and stupid.
he staggers into the clearing, winds his drunken way over to the tree, pulls the front of his pants down and starts pissing, groaning with relief.
Chase Ross
(his genitalia are normal for a human male of his age.) the urine hisses into the grass at the base of the tree and, to be honest, the tree welcomes the salts and acids in the urine. the fairies, however, regard this as something of an insult. glowing like fireflies, they hover behind the human, giving him this look:
Joseph Stewart
;)
Hudson Martinez
the stream of urine drops in pressure and he finishes pissing, with an exhalation shuddering with piss-shivers. he shakes his cock a few times, tucks it into his pants and turns around. he sees the fairies giving him that look, and takes a few steps back, bumping into the tree. he's drunk, but not so drunk that he remembers his plan, and, his eyes darting from side to side, he tries to make his mind a blank.
the fairies' eyes narrow as they read his mind. he is trying not to think of something. they hover in the air, closer, looking at him sideways as they try to see what he is trying so hard not to think of. slowly, a thought balloon appears over his head, and slowly, the details emerge from his drunken foggy thoughts: a detailed etching of an erect donkey cock. they look sideways at each other, give evil smiles and the lead fairy waves her wand. his eyes grow large as he presses against the tree harder, trying to flee but too drunk to choose a direction.
Levi Harris
he wakes up the next morning, lying in the grass at the edge of the circle, with an unfamiliar tightness in the front of his pants. he crawls out of the circle, gets to his feet and staggers home.
in the bathroom he drops his pants and discovers that his penis has been replaced with a grey-brown sheath the size of eight pairs of thick woolen socks nested within each other. some warm water and a few minutes of gentle massage allows him to unsheath and grasp a sixteen-inch long equine erection with a preputial ring as thick as his finger.
his subtle plan worked.