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You are never skinny enough. That's impossible. Always fat. Fat, fat, fat. The mirror tells you so, every time you look into its cold reflective surface. Your thighs, they're sausages. Where's the gap? You can't be pretty without the gap between your thighs. And what about those flabby arms? If you want guys to like you, you need dainty wrists. You need to look like they could break you if they hold on too tightly. The name of the game is to be delicate, like a glass feather. A flat stomach would be a dream come true. You want to see your ribs, see your spine. No fat on this body, please.
You stop eating breakfast. It's not that hard, since you don't usually have time for it in the morning, anyways. Then, you start skipping lunch, too. You count the calories obsessively. You can't gain weight. You can't be fat. Pretty soon, it's only a hundred calories a day. It's getting hard to stand up. The world is always spinning. But that's okay. You're dropping pounds like hot coals. You're 120 pounds, 110, 100, 90 pounds.
They start to notice. Your mom and dad. Your friends. They look at your new body with a mix of worry and admiration. The other girls can see the space between your thighs, the bagginess of your t-shirts. They study the bones that are now clearly visible under sallow skin, the bones that you are so proud of.
You survive on water and air alone. You breathe in the thin, you don't need food. What nourishes you is the way your fingers can fit all the way around the top of your thigh, the way your rib cage sticks out when you like down. You can wear the over-sized sweaters and not look like an elephant. You wear skinny jeans, and they're actually skinny.
You believe that you are beautiful.
Until the day you pass out while on your daily jog, and you had not eaten anything that morning. Your stomach was so hollow, it was a wonder that it hadn't turned to ice and shattered already. Your neighbor found you on the sidewalk, your arms like the twigs on their lawn. She called 911, and the siren screeched onto your street, red and blue. Your mom came running, your dad left work early. They wept as the paramedics loaded your glass body into the ambulance.
They met you at the hospital.
But you didn't meet them.
You were so underweight. So light. So thin. You thought you were beautiful that way, but now...You were dead. They said you did it to yourself. It was a form of suicide. In way, they were right. But how could you have done it? It couldn't have been you, because pain is something inflicted upon you by others, not yourself.
You were buried in white. You were a skeleton. You had died long before your heart stopped beating.
Are there mirrors in heaven?
You stop eating breakfast. It's not that hard, since you don't usually have time for it in the morning, anyways. Then, you start skipping lunch, too. You count the calories obsessively. You can't gain weight. You can't be fat. Pretty soon, it's only a hundred calories a day. It's getting hard to stand up. The world is always spinning. But that's okay. You're dropping pounds like hot coals. You're 120 pounds, 110, 100, 90 pounds.
They start to notice. Your mom and dad. Your friends. They look at your new body with a mix of worry and admiration. The other girls can see the space between your thighs, the bagginess of your t-shirts. They study the bones that are now clearly visible under sallow skin, the bones that you are so proud of.
You survive on water and air alone. You breathe in the thin, you don't need food. What nourishes you is the way your fingers can fit all the way around the top of your thigh, the way your rib cage sticks out when you like down. You can wear the over-sized sweaters and not look like an elephant. You wear skinny jeans, and they're actually skinny.
You believe that you are beautiful.
Until the day you pass out while on your daily jog, and you had not eaten anything that morning. Your stomach was so hollow, it was a wonder that it hadn't turned to ice and shattered already. Your neighbor found you on the sidewalk, your arms like the twigs on their lawn. She called 911, and the siren screeched onto your street, red and blue. Your mom came running, your dad left work early. They wept as the paramedics loaded your glass body into the ambulance.
They met you at the hospital.
But you didn't meet them.
You were so underweight. So light. So thin. You thought you were beautiful that way, but now...You were dead. They said you did it to yourself. It was a form of suicide. In way, they were right. But how could you have done it? It couldn't have been you, because pain is something inflicted upon you by others, not yourself.
You were buried in white. You were a skeleton. You had died long before your heart stopped beating.
Are there mirrors in heaven?
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My sister's toy RP
From birth, I'd always been second to my sister. She got the best clothes, whilst I had hand me downs. She get love and affection, whilst I was barely even thought of. She got the best food, whilst I was given the scraps. Then it happened. As a birthday present one year, I was given to her. Shoved into a box the night before, forced to stay inside until she opened it - nothing but an object for her to use and abuse to her hearts content~ Hey! I'm back, and with a new RP prompt! I always enjoy family stuff, so I thought I'd do a sister RP prompt this time (though if you'd like to do it with a different family member, I'm totally down!) Just throw me a note and we can get started! Choose the age of the sibling, let me know your likes and dislikes (and I'll let you know the same), and we can get started!
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Step family femdom 2
Jay has had a long day. He's been tormented by his step sisters, worse than usual, and now his step mom Julianna was taking him to her and his mom's room. He was worried, on the way down the hall, he passed the 2 maids his mom's hired, Rosa, and Helga. Rosa was a beautiful lady with a with a somewhat curvy figure . She had plump breasts and a petite butt she. And Andrea , she was also beautiful, but she was taller than Jay, as most people are. She was more bottom heavy but still had nice breasts. She was quite mean always getting upset when Jay made a mess. Andrea: Evening, master Jay. *snicker* Rosa: Hello, master Jay. *giggle* Jay didn't notice their sinister subtle laughs. He was too distracted by their bodies. Jay: Hi Andrea, hi Rosa. They walked to the kitchen probably to prepare dinner. Julianna grabbed his arm and led Jay to the room. He opened the door, and the room was nice, a big closet, I personally bathroom, a big bed. And there she was, Jay's mother Jaclyn, sitting on the bed wearing a velvet, silk robe. Jaclyn: Hello, son. And hello, my precious. Julianna leans in to kiss her. The robe Jaclyn was wearing was short. It covered about half of her thighs, her legs were hairless and smooth, and she crossed them seductively. Jay had to admit his mom was beautiful. Jaclyn: Now, you're probably wondering what your mother needs from. We need to discuss your role in this house. We have decided that it's only natural because you're so small that you should serve your superiors. Jay: What, mom, you can't do that. I don't want to serve you and Juliann- Jaclyn grabbed him by the hair and pulled him close. Jaclyn: Julianna is your mother, so you call her mom understand. And also, it's not just us. You'll be serving your sisters and the maids as well. Jay: The maids? Jaclyn: yes, even though they are maids, they are still superior to you. And by the way They'll be sleeping in your room from now on. Jay: What? I can't sleep in my room anymore? Julianna: Not exactly. We are all going to be taking turns having you as a bed buddy. Everything about this is in the contract. She opens a drawer and takes out a contract. Jaclyn: we've gone over this with the best lawyers. Here, we'll read it. "Jay Wentworth, son of Rick Wentworth Jaclyn Femme, is now the servant of Jaclyn and her wife Julianna. Also, Julianna's daughters Jenn, Julie, and Jessica. And anyone else, the people listed before choose. Jay must follow any command given. He would have to he the following: fart absorber, sweat rag, cushion mode of transportation, workout assistant, masseuse, and anything else his superiors want. Jay will use his toothbrush to clean the toilet he is still obligated to use it. Jay will eat food that has been made, with the "special" flavors his superiors add He will be punished it is not eaten. Jay will spend each in a different girl's bed, having to serve them in any way they want. The way he's treated will be worse if disobeys. He starts as a servant like a butler, just waiting on his mistresses' commands, still being able to have a life outside his duties. But if his mistresses think he is being treated to kindly, he will be a pet. He'll be publicly humiliated, have to be kept on a leash and shock collar, and legally, his name will be changed to whatever the head mistress (Jaclyn) wants.He is allowed to have friends over (if he has any), but that will not stop his duties. He may spend time with a girl he likes, with permission of his mother(s). The date must be at the mansion if they need him. The punishments he will face for disobedience will be determined by his mistress(es) he disobeyed. Every Friday is family game night, where the family comes together and play games that will most likely be to his disliking. Breaking of this contract will lead to Jay Wentworth having to give up all if his worldly possessions and sent to a boarding/prison school that will rehabilitate him, break him down and build him back up until he is a perfect slave" Jaclyn: Now, sign it, or maybe you should go to that school now. In fear he signed he had no choice in the matter. Jaclyn: good choice, right now your just a butler. You can still go out but, if we need you must come straight home to serve, and remember what happens if you break it. Andrea: Dinner time! Julianna: oh goodie I'm starved. They walked downstairs, to see his sisters sitting at the table, they looked anxious. Jenn: well, did he sign it. Jaclyn: he sure did, he was so eager to help his family. Girls say hello to your new butler. Now we'll discuss more of it later now let's eat. What have you prepared Rosa. Rosa: To celebrate I made special spicy chili. Andrea prepared soda for the girls and wine for you and madam Julianna. Julianna: that sounds wonderful, and what about our new butler. Andrea: oh yes, I almost forgot. She took out 2 slices. It looked flat and dirty Andrea: as you requested i sat on it flat after working all day, and stomped it with my feet. Rosa, the cheese and ham. Rosa took out 2 slices of ham from her pits and took a slice of chess from her ass. Andrea: bon appetit. Jay ate it, it took every fiber in his being not to spit it out. Rosa: oh my, I almost forgot, I needed to season it, Open your mouth. He opened it, she put her put to his face and let out a silent fart, it was horrible, she then closed his mouth. Rosa: now you may swallow. Andrea took out a glass and placed it on the table. She then took off her shoe, and poured enough foot sweat to fill it up the cup half way. Andrea: there, to wash it down. Jaclyn: see, they worked they're asses off to prepare a nice dinner for us, after they work it's your job to serve them, they'll cook, and clean the house but you do the personal stuff, like hand (or mouth) washing our dirty laundry, scrubbing the filthy toilet. And pampering all of us. But since it's your first day. You can pick who you spend the night with. Jay looked around the table. He saw Jaclyn and Julianna drinking wine and staring lustfully at each other he knew him being there would stop them from fucking like rabbits, and he'll probably be made to clean them after. Then he saw Jenn the athlete. He knows she exercises before bed and doesn't shower not to mention her protein farts, he'll be trapped in a hot dutch oven. Also she kicks in her sleep. Jessica, his prissy sister. She hates farts even her own, she make him be her fart absorber the whole night, and she'll make him worship her sweaty feet. Julie the slob, she hates bathing and farts all the time, and she's a squirmer she'll roll around and crush me. And the Andrea and Rosa. He doesn't know them very much so he has no idea how they are while sleeping, who knows what they'll make him do before bed Who should Jay spend the night with?
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Sister Basketball Facesit
"First to 21, winner gets to make the loser do whatever they want." Amanda said to me. "Deal" Amanda was dripping with sweat as we have been playing basketball for over an hour now at our local gym. Amanda made JV Basketball at her school as a freshman, meanwhile I was only in 7th grade but I was still really good as I would beat Amanda regularly. "Check Up Bro" Amanda said passing the ball to me. I passed it back to her and she immediately ran to the basket making a layup. "2-0" I checked the ball back to her this time she shot the ball and it swished. "5-0 Bro" Amanda couldn't miss as she got the score up to 12-0. "This isn't you game bro, big sis got this in the bag" She smirked at me. I finally had the ball for once, I went for my signature move and crossed over going in for a layup. Out of no where Amanda came in and blocked it. "Not in my house bro" She said flexing her biceps. Amanda would use her body against me as I could feel the sweat on her arms and back as her body rubbed
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