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i'm top draft pick bitch
don't mess

Actual pic of rtil:
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Did anyone else just throw up a little?

pic of bam (imagine there's cum all over it)
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Me in the back^

it took me weeks to wash off your filthy, oily handprints from my pure skin

More like it took that long for your fat to regain it's natural shape.

i hate when mom and dad fight!!!

we're gonna be orphans i just know it!

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good thread

Quote from: rtil on October 11, 2013 06:40 AM
pic of bam (imagine there's cum all over it)
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lmfao

Step aside peasants, I am the ecchi slut queen.

sorry but no one can be as slutty as bam

what is the music in this thread i love this

rtil I've been thinking. It's been so long since I've fed you, and I really, really miss the feeling of helping something grow. The flowers you gave me for my 18th birthday just aren't satisfying me anymore. I over-water them while my mind wanders, and they die. My fish also expired from all the extra food I was accidentally giving them. Sadly the only thing in the world I can stuff that much, is you. And unlike a flower, you don't need to be constantly under partial sunlight (that would damage your pale, sensitive skin), or be forever submerged in water (though that can be arranged). Neither does earth or glass separating my hands from your delicate roots and petals, or the iridescent scales of sweat on your skin, nor from the folds of fat that appear on you when sitting that are not unlike gills.

What I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry for sleeping with both of your parents and siblings. I really want to make it up to you. What do you say we pick up where we left off Freshman year on graduation day (before this unfortunate mess came to fruition)? Just meet me at the abandoned love hotel near the edge of town, say, 9 PM this Tuesday? Whenever you're free works really. Don't worry, I'll have the beverages and proper restraints prepared by the time you arrive (I know how you like it), but since your parents own the bakery, why don't you supply the pastries? Just don't forget something to partition the cakes with, I don't want to have to shove them in whole. Any sharp metal object will do.

From the depths of my amygdala, I hope we can be friends again.

Sincerely,
Bamyasi ❤

Quote from: RichChap on October 13, 2013 11:07 AM
what is the music in this thread i love this

It's the title screen music from Anarchy Reigns.

None of the options

Apparently rtil is too fat to respond to my invitation.

As much as I would love to get your panties wet over an acceptance to your invitation only to stand you up and humiliate you, I will instead politely decline. Look, it was cute when we were younger, we were experimenting and discovering our bodies.. things were exciting. But while I have maintained my pure image over the years, you have donated your body to the cum dispensary.  Much like my adoration for cream filling, you prefer to fill your body with the cream of disgusting men. Because of this, I can no longer be close to you as we once were. It is simply too embarrassing for my image. Maybe I could stand to lose a little weight, but at least I have the shapely form and dignity of a goddess. If you really want to take a peek at my glorious chest, you'll have to get on the floor and worship me like a good servant should. Maybe if you wear that sluttly little get-up from last year's Halloween party and give my feet a good washing you'll have another shot at being my friend again. And don't forget to bark like a good dog for me.

Quote from: HaruIsOnline on October 13, 2013 09:18 PM
None of the options

:heatmiser:

Quote from: zwimmy on October 14, 2013 06:53 PM
:heatmiser:

:3c

rtil I just thought you should know. You remember that cute little boy-toy we used to dress up in lolita outfits and chase around your house when we were younger? The one you were always really intimate with? Well you should, because I'm talking of course about your precious otouto-san. Anyway, in case you were wondering why the little cutie hasn't been home for dinner in a few days, it's because he's a bit "tied up" at the moment. But don't worry, we're taking very good care of him. Did you know he still giggles like a girl when tickled? Pretty shameful. At 13 he's really too old to be sounding so adorable, but I can't complain. He also screams like a girl, but that's fairly normal at his age, so I wouldn't worry too much about it. With enough clothes pins clamping down on their soft, supple babyfat, I'd imagine anyone screams like a girl.

I considered using him as bait to lure you to the hotel, but now I'm having second thoughts. I think I'll just keep him around as my pet. He's pretty fond of me, calling me master and whatnot, even though I insist he call me onee-san. You should see him in the neko costume I brought (though it isn't much, just ears, paws, spiked collar, and thong with detachable tail), it's really cute. Maybe I'll send some pics your way.

I guess now I'll need something else to entice you to join me in my castle as my queen, but alas, I know all the other boys in your life are mere tools, stepping stones if you will. We can lay them out in the courtyard if you'd like, if only you'd surrender to me. Your brother neko-hime is in dire need of a mother right now, as I'm not sure he can take much more of father's "tough love". If you'd like to save him, I'll be waiting at the penthouse. Just follow the sound of the Tsukuyomi Moon Phase OP, which I will be playing at high volume for all the animals of the encroaching forest to enjoy until you arrive. I hope it doesn't irritate any of the hungry ones on your way here, as we don't want them to become immobilized from over-eating, though it's true winter is coming. Please know that the only food chain I ever wanted you in is the one right here in my hands, though it does double as a nice whip.

Oh, and please don't forget to bring a knife or something. I'd hate to have to use whatever's just lying around to cut all these cakes. Unfortunately all sharp objects at my house are kept under lock and key.

Love,
Bamyasi ❤

Quote from: HaruIsOnline on October 13, 2013 09:18 PM
None of the options

Who should I add?

add haru

rtil you have 24 hours before I kill the shota.

You see that up there rtil? That's the kind of pure unadulterated evil your otouto-san is being subjected to right now.

We're playing Neptunia.

Nekomimi Modo desu~

Fucking hell! Now I have shit labeled rtil and bam in my image folder...

your desperation would be cute if it weren't so pathetic, but i'm calling your bluff. you're too weak to live with blood on your hands, and what chance would ever have at having a real woman like me in your life again if you went through with it? there's no need to carry on with the threats, i know that behind your slutty exterior is a shy, timid little girl who is just frustrated they can't get off without the proper abuse that you deserve - the kind only i can give you.

i don't think you know how to properly treat otouto to a good bdsm session, though i'm sure he's putting on a good show for you so he doesn't hurt your fragile feelings. wouldn't want your make-up to run now would we? nobody likes a sad clown. i'd watch your back if i were you though, one night you mind end up in the middle of a little bit of role reversal, finding your wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts. and what would you know, i have a fresh value pack of batteries and your favorite toys ready just for the ocassion!

you've been a bad girl, and i think it's time you were taught your place again. and i know you'll love it. is that what you secretly want? do you act out like like this because you need to be punished so badly? it's certainly not the only thing you need. it's so easy to dominate that frail little body of yours. with all that man milk you guzzle, where does the protein go? certainly not into those emaciated arms and legs. maybe it's high time i feed you instead, you can eat off my chest - it will be a healthy motivation for your disastrous prospects of ever competing with my superior measurements.

are you two actually coming with this shit all on your own?

Dearest rtil-sempai,

Consider this a formal apology for what I did to your brother.

It's a shame I did not receive the post in time to save darling SeannyJ-kun. I guess you could say I saved him, if by saving you mean protecting from a life as miserable and stupid as yours. Just know that the entire time I was smearing his still warm blood against the hotel walls, I was thinking of you. How amazing it was to me that not even the life of your beloved otouto was worth a light (but lovely) bruise to your reputation. The only other person I could possibly consider so heartless at the moment is your brother, though that's of course not the only organ he is now missing. I apologize for my rudeness, but one can only take so much of this tension before needing some sort of release. I can only assume your own blood tastes so sweet, as high bloodsugar must surely run in your dumb family.

Do you hear the sirens? The police will be arriving soon, as I knew the Project Diva F soundtrack wouldn't be enough to drown out the high-pitched screams (and laughter). They must have carried to at least the next town. Before I'm put before the firing squad, however, I'd like to take you up on your offer. One last session is just what I deserve after that unsightly mess I made, and it would me most cruel to die before giving you one last chance to express your true, sappy feelings for me. Being fed by you would be ideal, as I still have all these cakes, which I do not want to go to waste because they are absolutely delicious and completely poison-free. Hopefully I'll be able to discern the pastries from your pasty skin, if you must insist I eat them off those.

Where shall we meet? My body could really use a good cleansing (I simply abhor this sticky feeling), so why not the bathhouse? I can finally give your feet the scrubbing that you want and they oh so desperately need. It's a shame your girly little otouto won't be joining us, as a soapy incestuous three-way was just what the bishounen needed to become a man (though I know it wouldn't be his first). Unfortunately I'll need a ride, as I can't just stumble back into town looking like this.

How does tomorrow around 21:00 sound? Please don't be late, as I simply cannot stand tardy tarts.

Hugs and kisses,
Bamyasi ❤

Quote from: slack on October 17, 2013 05:07 AM
are you two actually coming

rtil probably is.

Quote from: slack on October 17, 2013 05:07 AM
are you two actually coming with this shit all on your own?

i think so...

Vote for me, you pigs in human clothing.

ufufufufufufu

Hurry rtil, I can hear the sirens getting closer~

 it didn't have to be this way, but being the stupid slut that you are you caved in to your primal instincts, much like you do any time you see a phallic shaped object. actually, i should have expected you'd to the absolute worst possible thing for your future prospects at not ending up spit-roasted in a prison cell with your panties stuffed in your mouth. yet as much as i'd like to see you in such a shameful position, i should be the one doing it to you.

and lucky for you, today is the 3 year anniversary of the day i sent the entire school body that file archive of you playing with yourself with that stupid Kaoru figma I bought for you. And even though you tainted his pure likeness with your vile stench, the joy of sharing your defilement with the world still gives me great pleasure and makes me feel generous today. so get your stupid ass to the bathhouse before i change my mind and let me have the honor of shaming you one last time. i'll even testify for you in court if you behave well and make all the noises i tell you to while i take your for a little spin. i know your daddy has all the best lawyers, maybe you'll come out of this one with nothing more than a slap on the wrist? if you do, i'll be giving you a lot more than that as my special punishment for you. if not, i look forward to seeing   how much i can make off all the wretched toys and outfits in your room to the boys in class.

Dear rtil,

If my rating system was as inflated as you are, your body would receive a remarkable 6/10. We both know that's far from an objective assessment, but unfortunately there is no scale on earth that could withstand your tremendous weight. Even so, I'm glad I was able to experience it one last time, as the losing the sensory memory of your cosmic mass pressing down on me makes dying seem all the more pleasant. I sincerely hope you live a fulfilling life (emphasis on both "full" and "filling"), but I highly doubt you will ever find anyone depraved enough to appreciate your ocean of rippling flesh as much as I do, aside from perhaps a village of starving cannibals.

The bathhouse scene I must say was a bit over the top, especially when the tops came off. I didn't think we were trying to reenact the deluge of Sumerian myth, but I doubt any man, woman or deity could have survived the amount of water you displaced upon entry. I do wonder how you are ever able to bathe at home without worry over the effects of osmosis. It would be such a tragedy to hear of you one day being sucked down the drain along with your filth. Unfortunately I will never live to hear of such disgrace, as tomorrow I must sadly bite the bullet. Speaking of the bullet, I cannot imagine it tasting nearly as sweet as the cakes you fed me, seriously those things were delish and I'm sorry you missed out (aside from the frosting I allowed you to lick off my face, the act of which definitely did not devolve into us canoodling, your memory betrays you). Even so, I did not enjoy in the slightest consuming them from the mushy platter of your chest and abdomen, even now as I admire the new and recent curves you must surely have transmitted to me sexually.

I will take this last opportunity to explain away any facial expressions and whispers that may have been misconstrued as sweet nothings. The sleepy, dopamine saturated look in my eyes as I massaged your undulating figure was not one of darling admiration for you and your body, but was merely a combined effect of the warm room and early morning hour. While I watched you in the massage chair, the giggles elicited by your confused face and vellicating figure were not of endearment, but malice. My cheeks were flushed at either end due to sunburn, not your relentless spankings. I only called your name loudly during climax because I wasn't sure you were still in the room with me and was worried you had been kidnapped, as I have received better stimulation from corpses (specifically, your brother's). And when I said "I love you," before departing, I was actually being sarcastic, as the irony was simply too much to pass up (you and I both know such things merely exist in fairy tales written to pollute the minds of small children).

Still, you did make me cum, so I must grant to you the title of victor. I leave all my worldly possessions to you. You may do with them what you must (wink).

Forever and always, your fat admirer,
Bam

P.S. Lose weight.

i am deeply upset by these things that i do not understand

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there has never been a purer love than the love in this thread

Looks like rtil's destined to win... time to continue working on my gag reflex
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what exactly is this music

It is with great sadness that today we say goodbye to a fellow student, friend, and most importantly, an unrivaled slut which the world has never seen. Unfortunately, we will never know the true story of what happened the day the police shot and killed Bamyasi numerous times in the back as she ran from the scene of her shame naked and wet, but one thing we all know for certain is that she has left a hole in our hearts, one almost certainly as large as the one underneath her cum-stained pantsu. But her memories will live on forever, on our computers, where we will treasure the archives of low-resolution nudes and amateur hour kink videos she left for all of us on 2ch.

She left behind a note, in which she admitted, finally, that she was deeply jealous of my shining youth, healthy weight, blossoming chest and eternal beauty, and with every breath she took she longed to be close to me, wishing I would give her shelter from this cruel world under my wings, seeking only temporary solace in the short-lived and faked orgasms from over half the pathetic, under-performing male student body. Oh, if only I had known, I would have reached out a loving hand to this poor lost sinner, that even a drop of my purity would touch her wicked skin and make her whole again. But now she is gone, and I can only promise her one thing to help her restless soul, and that is revenge.

Starting today, I will begin seeking every disgusting and filthy pig that ever defiled my precious Bammy, tie them down in my basement, and meticulously slice their rape sticks until their foul cries wane with their ebbing of their blood. It is the only way I can purify her soul, and promise her the afterlife she deserves - which is one with me. For after I have fulfilled my destiny, I will join her on the other side, completing the prophecy and ensuring that my status as goddess of this school will be permanently cemented, never to be touched by anyone other than the rightful whore who I tamed and owned, my only pet, Bamyasi. Where you were cursed in this world with a flat chest, may you be blessed in redemption, that you may once again have the honor of eating out someone who was not.

[spoiler][/spoiler]

fuq

i had my bets placed on rtil from the start. wheres my prize money?

Everyone who cast a vote for the elected candidate will receive a token for a FREE 2 hour body massage/cuddle session courtesy of the winner.

I already got mine and I must say it was to die for.