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sgstories123 · 2 years ago

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Jaz in her FBT

“Hi Jaz!”

Jaz looked up as she opened the door to her HBD flat. Lincoln was slumped in the sofa, a Tiger in his hand, as he greeted her lazily. Her brother laid flat on the other end of the sofa, with his hands and legs spread out, dangling from the sofa. His shirt was rolled up halfway, exposing his abs and his trail of pubic hair. Several empty cans of Tiger were on the table and floor.

“Booked out from camp yesterday?” Jaz asked. When she went for her morning jog at 7 am, she had not seen her brother or Lincoln. They must have gone somewhere after booking out before coming back to her flat while she was out.

Lincoln looked at Jaz and his cock stirred. She was dressed in a red FBT ladies tank top, her sweat glistening from her toned, bronze body. There were dark patches, outlining her sports bra. As Jaz turned around, he could see her long, slender legs extending from her black FBT shorts. Her ass was wrapped tightly against the black FBT shorts, her two perfect globes swaying gently as she moved towards him, putting down her packet of breakfast of Chee Cheong Fun on the table next to Lincoln.

“Yeah. We went out with Hazel and stayed at her place till this morning.” Lincoln replied.

Lincoln was her brother’s good friend at the polytechnic. They were posted to the same unit for their NS and often went out together during their book-outs. Hazel was their friend at the polytechnic too but she is also her brother’s current girlfriend. Jaz did not particularly like Hazel as she thought she was a little bit of a bimbo. Hazel was often on TikTok wearing tight, revealing clothes and spouting nonsense in a fake accent.

“Is he drunk? Or just sleeping?” Jaz nodded towards her brother.

“Both. He drank quite a bit but he did not sleep much last night, so he might be also tired.” Lincoln replied.

Jaz sat down next to Lincoln and took up a can of the cold beer. Maybe Chee Chiong Fun for breakfast was a wrong choice. A can of cold beer after her morning job seemed more palatable. “So what was he so busy with that he did not sleep last night?” Jaz asked, taking a sip of the cold beer.

“Your brother was fucking Hazel throughout the night, releasing all his accumulated sperm for the week.” Lincoln smiled naughtily. “She was moaning so loudly that her voice became hoarse and couldn’t speak properly this morning.”

“How you know? You watched them fucking?” Jaz asked, putting the cold beer can on her cheeks. She could feel her body getting warm.

“Yeah. They were doing it throughout the night in the bedroom with the door open. It was a free show.” Lincoln laughed.

“You never join them.” Jaz felt her love juices flowing as she imagined her brother and Hazel fucking through the night. She put the cold beer can between her thighs to relieve the desire emanating from her lower body, her FBT shorts drenched in the cold condensation. She seemed to be perspiring again, as she felt her sweat dripping off her forehead.

Lincoln inched closer towards Jaz. “Of course I want to, but Hazel is your brother’s girlfriend. Can watch but cannot touch.” He put his hand around Jaz and pulled her closer, kissing her on the cheeks. “But I can touch you and fuck you, right?”

“What the fuck!” Jaz pushed Lincoln away.

“What’s wrong, Jaz? It is not the first time we kissed.” Lincoln edged closer.

“That was only because I lost a bet.” Jaz had betted with Lincoln several months ago that her brother and Hazel will break up once he got enlisted in NS. Jaz did not think that Hazel is someone who would be serious in any relationship. But she was surprised when after 3 months, they were still together.

Lincoln had asked for a kiss for winning the bet. Jaz had tried to wriggle her way out of the bet but Lincoln had been insistent. Two weeks ago, when Lincoln was at their place and her brother was taking a bath, she allowed him to kiss her. It was a long kiss, with Lincoln tongue wrestling her for almost 10 minutes. Jaz thought it was a little too much of a sacrifice for a bet but she did enjoy it somewhat as Lincoln was a good kisser. She almost wanted to fuck him then as she was so aroused at the end of the kiss. But she did not tell him or anyone about it.

Jaz shook herself free of the memory of Lincoln’s kiss and her lust. She drained her beer in one gulp and stood up. She walked to the kitchen and took down the plates from the top of the kitchen sink. Lincoln followed her and hugged her from behind. He kissed the back of her neck, stroking her hair gently. He drew a line seductively with his finger, from the top of her ear down to her upper back, just above her tank top. He pressed himself against her back and rubbed his body against her.

She wanted to push him away but did not. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe she was aroused from the story on how her brother had been having sex with Hazel the whole night. Or maybe she had not gotten over how Lincoln had kissed her. Her knees grew weak and she held on to the kitchen sink for support, sighing softly.

Lincoln sensed the change and held on to her even more tightly, his arm around her waist as he bent her forwards. He turned her head upwards, giving her the kiss that she had been waiting for, his tongue doing its magic, exploring and lighting up every nook and cranny in her mouth. Jaz gave up resisting and opened her mouth wider to receive him.

Lincoln unzipped his jeans and took out his hard cock. He pressed it hard against her black FBT shorts, sliding between the two perfect globes of her ass. Jaz could feel the hard, warm cock pressing against her ass. She turned around and was surprised at the size of Lincoln’s cock. It was much larger than her ex.

“I am going to fuck you and empty one week’s worth of semen into you.” Lincoln whispered.

“No. You are too big.” Jaz cried, her heart pounding so hard that she was feeling faint.

Lincoln slid his hands between Jaz’s thighs. Moving upwards, he parted the inner lining of her FBT shorts and reached her smooth slit easily. Jaz was not wearing any panties and had shaved her pussy. What a whore, Lincoln smiled to himself.

Jaz was already wet, her juices overflowing from her vagina. As Lincoln’s fingers rubbed against her smooth, lubricated lower lips, they easily entered her. Jaz’s gasped as the fingers filled her waiting hole. As Lincoln started to finger fuck her, Jaz moaned louder, her body rocked forward uncontrollably in simulated love-making.

“I want to fuck you, please.” Lincoln whispered urgently. “My cock is not big. Your brother’s is much bigger and he could fuck Hazel all night long.”

“No, Lincoln.” Jaz gasped unconvincingly. “You have to stop now.” But her body was giving a different set of signals. Pleasure coursed through her lower body as Lincoln’s fingers thrust deeper into her. Her legs were hardly able to keep her standing.

Lincoln was pushing himself harder and faster against the smooth fabric of Jaz’s FBT shorts. He had wanted to stimulate Jaz until she allowed him to fuck her. But he could not hold back his orgasm that was threatening to overflow any moment. With one final thrust, he hugged her tightly, pushing her against the sink, her upper body bent forwards onto the kitchen top. He ejaculated streams of white semen all across Jaz’s black FBT shorts, marking Jaz as his prey. Some of it went further, tainting the red tank top and her hair with white globules of his semen.

Lincoln bent forwards to kiss Jaz. His cock still hard, he continued rubbing it against her black FBT shorts, now coated with his thick layer of semen. Still hugging her from behind, he pulled off Jaz’s tank top. He licked her body, tasting the salt off her bronze, toned body. He pushed up her sports bra, releasing the twin mounds of flesh as he squeezed them. As he continued to kiss her, his fingers alternated between stimulating her nipples and her cunt. Jaz was moaning louder, her body shaking and convulsing in pleasure.

“Let me fuck you.” Lincoln pleaded.

“No, Lincoln. I can’t take such a big cock.” Jaz moaned.

“But it is not so big. Come on, you are going to enjoy it.” Lincoln tried to convince Jaz. “Hazel was enjoying your brother’s large dick the whole of last night. Don’t you want some of that too?”

But Jaz was not even listening to Lincoln. She was moving close towards her release. She moaned loudly, her body arching upwards as she pushed her ass against Lincoln’s cock. Grasping the kitchen sink for support, she squirted all over the kitchen floor and Lincoln’s arm as her orgasm rocked through her body with pleasure.

Jaz slumped down from the kitchen sink, tired and satisfied.

Lincoln licked the sweet juice off his fingers. He had not given up yet. He stood nearer to Jaz, his erect cock in front of her face. “Look, I can give you even more pleasure by fucking you. It is not so big, much smaller than your brother’s. I want to fuck you so badly.”

“No. It is too scary. You are going to rip me in half.” Jaz argued but her eyes could not look away from the magnificent cock, with the thick veins coursing along the shaft and the large bulbous head peeking out proudly through the opening from the layer of cock skin. “I can give you a hand job instead.”

Jaz grabbed the thick, long cock. She stroked it slowly as it was already well lubricated from Lincoln’s semen. It was really too big as her hand could not even cover it completely.

Lincoln sighed in pleasure as Jaz’s soft warm hands engulfed his manhood. It felt so different from rubbing against the FBT shorts.

He closed his eyes and he moaned in pleasure. “Suck it, Jaz.”

Jaz licked the tip of the cock tentatively, sending a tingle of pleasure across Lincoln’s body as the warm tongue made contact. He held onto Jaz’s head instinctively, forcing her to take his cock deeper.

Jaz resisted, pushing Lincoln’s body away. But it was half-hearted effort on her part. She was too mesmerised by his cock to stop sucking it. She found herself wanting more of the cock, sucking deeper and more frequently. Finally, she took the whole cock in, the tip reaching the back of her mouth. Lincoln pumped himself faster into Jaz’s mouth and without warning, shot his second load of semen. Jaz gagged, trying to push herself away from Lincoln but he held onto her head tight. She had no choice but to swallow his semen, as his cock pulsated long, hot streams down her throat. As his pleasure left him, Lincoln released Jaz’s head. Her mouth was full of his semen, parts of it leaking out from the corner of her mouth. Lincoln smiled. Damn. That was so erotic like some Japanese porn.

Jaz laid on the floor, exhausted. She was still wearing her semen-stained black FBT shorts but her upper body was naked, except for the sports bra hanging round her neck. Lincoln admired her body and her small round breasts. His cock became hard again. He removed his remaining clothes and laid on top of Jaz, his hard cock rubbing against the front of her FBT shorts, knocking hard on its final destination, pleading to be let through the gates of pleasure.

“I want to fuck you, Jaz.” Lincoln pleaded again, as his hands squeezed her breasts.

Jaz was too tired to fight back. “Okay. But please do it slowly. You are too big.”

Lincoln pulled down her black FBT shorts and guided his hard cock into her waiting hole. It went in easily as her hole was already well lubricated with her love juice. Jaz moaned and her fingers dug into Lincoln’s back as pain and pleasure coursed through her. Lincoln eased himself slowly into her, kissing Jaz continuously as his cock reached deeper into her. His whole shaft completely engulfed within Jaz, he took a moment to enjoy the warmth around his cock before fucking her.

Jaz was moaning louder and louder with each thrust. Lincoln was glad that he already ejaculated twice. Jaz’s hole was so pleasurable, her smooth shaved pussy so erotic that he doubted he could have lasted long. Even then, he felt his orgasm approaching and with several deep thrusts, he ejaculated for the third time, his whole week’s worth of semen finally spent. He collapsed onto Jaz, as he hugged and kissed her.

Jaz was zombified. Everything around her was a blur. Lincoln’s cock had given her so much pleasure that now that it was over, everything seemed to become meaningless. It was like after the high of a drug had passed and everything lost colour.

“Thanks Jaz. I have always wanted to fuck you. Let’s do this again.” Lincoln stroked her hair as he got up and dressed himself.

Jaz did not know how long she stayed in the stupefied state but when she regained some strength, she realised her black FBT was missing. Lincoln must have taken it as a souvenir.

She walked out to the living room where her brother was still sleeping on the sofa. She had only her sports bra on. Her lower body was naked and Lincoln’s semen left a stain from her cunt all the way down her thighs.

She pulled down her brother’s jeans. Lincoln was right. Her brother had an even bigger cock. Her heart pounded hard and she could feel herself feeling faint again. Now she knew why Hazel stayed with her brother and why she lost the bet. Jaz felt her love juices overflowing from her vagina again. She inched her face forwards to take a closer look at her brother’s hard cock, taking in the musty smell. There was a strong hint of the vigorous love-making session the night before as she could detect the familiar scent of her brother’s semen.

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steamvr-official · 2 months ago

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This account is NOT associated with Steam or Valve, I’m just a girl, not a massive corporation.

Hey, I’m V! (Not my real name) my pronouns are she/they.

Since this is a vr blog I figure I should throw my setup here I’ve got a quest 3 (and I hate it), slime vr for fbt (5-6 depending upon how many are broken), and index controllers. Also I’ve got an amd 9600x and a rtx 3060 with windows 10 no, I’m not switching to Linux

This is a sfw blog run by a minor, please DNI if your blog is nsfw or 18+ in any way.

As for tags we have

#txt - for text posts

#reblog - for reblogs (duh)

#ask - for asks

#cope - for deckard news/when brad posts

VALVE DECKARD IS COMING TOMORROW TRUST

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starscape724 · 9 months ago

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Hi! sorry abt this Miniscule ask,

But I'm a VRC player who came across your avatars (absolutely phenomenal modelling work btw), and I know its a bit much giving that this is such a small nitpick, but the player camera placement on the older avatars (specifically Shiver bc I adore her design) is a bit too pushed into the model. And I kinda wondered if you'll ever go back to fix it up a bit since my rig includes FBT, so I'm kinda forced to do this awkward lean whenever I calibrate into your models

(D3df1sh and Harmony are Absolutely perfect where their camera sits though so those are fine)

Howdy!! The reason why the older models are doing that is because they were backwards in Blender, which messed up the view placement in Unity.

And when I was updating Acht and some others recently, I ended up fixing the view and such after I realized it since I was going to fix their other issues anyway.

I do plan on updating all of my older avatars so they're up to date with my newer/fixed ones. I'm sorry if they're harder to use with FBT, I never really had that in mind while making them.

Thank you so much for the kind words and for using my avatars though! 🩷

#text post #ask response

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forged-by-truth · 1 year ago

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HI! I DON'T SAY THIS ENOUGH, BUT I FUCKING LOVE YOUR STORY. thANK YOU FOR WRITING!

AW!! Thank you! :'D I'm so happy people continue to enjoy it after so long <3

#fbt ask #<3

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 1 year ago

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Editors’ note: On March 7, 2024, FBT President Erec Smith testified before Congress about DEI in higher education in an address to the Subcommittee on Higher Education and Workforce Development. We present a transcript of his remarks, with hyperlinks, below. A video of his remarks is available here.

By: Erec Smith

Published: Feb 10, 2024

My testimony before Congress

Chairman Owens, ranking and distinguished members of the Higher Education and Workforce Development Subcommittee, my name is Erec Smith and I am a research fellow at the Cato Institute. Thank you for giving me a platform to speak on the issue of Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion in Higher Education. I have been faculty, I have been a writing program director, and I’ve even been a diversity officer.

DEI is built upon a foundation whose very mission is to perpetuate racism.

Contemporary DEI is not an extension of the Civil Rights Movement. It is undergirded by a quasi-Marxist ideology called Critical Social Justice. The primary tenet of Critical Social Justice is this: “The question is not ‘did racism take place?’ but rather ‘how did racism manifest in that situation?’” So, according to Critical Social Justice, racism is always already taking place. There is no need to think for oneself; the narrative—one of perpetual oppression—does the thinking for you.

Another underlying concept of Critical Social Justice is prescriptive racism: the prescribing of certain values, attitudes, and behaviors onto someone based on race. To shirk these values, attitudes, and behaviors is to be inauthentic, to not be a true member of a particular racial group.

Questioning of this ideology is considered proof of your racism.

I have many stories to tell, but I will share one that illustrates these concepts and the general absurdity of Critical Social Justice.

A prominent figure in my field, which is Rhetoric and Composition, wrote a mass email requesting that people boycott an academic organization because he and others experienced racism during a committee meeting.

However, neither he nor anyone else would actually explain what happened. I wasn’t going to boycott an influential academic organization based on incomplete information, so I asked a simple question: What happened? For this I was vilified by colleagues of all colors and accused of perpetuating white supremacy. Merely asking the question—“what happened?”—was considered a form of racism. You see here that an accusation of racism cannot be questioned; remember, “The question is not ‘did racism take place?’ but rather ‘how did racism manifest in that situation?’”

Another story involves two professors who always allow their black students to write in black vernacular (or African American Vernacular; some people say “Ebonics”). However, the students’ refusal to do so, because they were there to learn standardized English, was seen by these professors as a form self-hatred and internalized racism.

A prominent figure in my field, who is a self-proclaimed Marxist, went as far as to say these students were being “selfish” and “immature” for wanting to write in standardized English because that would just perpetuate a status quo of whiteness. As black students who wanted to write in standard English, they shirked the attitudes and values those professors prescribed to them as black students. Their desire to write in standard English was treated like a kind of pathology.

Whenever I hear stories like this, I always say the same thing to myself: Thank God these weren’t my professors when I was in college. I would have been steeped in negative emotionality and learned helplessness. If I had hopes and dreams, I would not have the courage to chase them.

I know some people out there are trying to do DEI in a way that does not assume racism at all times, does not prescribe behavior based on race, and does not shirk critical thinking to abide by a narrative. But those doing DEI undergirded by Critical Social Justice—and there are many—are not fighting racism. They are perpetuating racism.

I don’t know if you’ve all noticed yet, but I’m black and I’m against DEI. Why? Because I really like being black. And this ideology is infantilizing, it is anti-intellectual, and since I am a mature intellectual person, it doesn’t align with me. I am too good for contemporary DEI, and so are many others.

I hope we can have a good conversation today. Thank you.

#Erec Smith #diversity equity and inclusion #DEI #DEI bureaucracy #diversity #equity #inclusion #neoracism #antiracism #antiracism as religion #religion is a mental illness

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polycatyl · 1 year ago

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Ayo what’s FBT? Asking for a friend

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looooool, fully-body tracking

#asks #⚡️ anon #dork you are not gonna get it #don't even try #i will not let you even think about it

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nebulouscoffee · 2 years ago

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What are your go-to Trek episodes from any of the series to rewatch?

Thank you for the ask! 😊

I have decided to answer this VERY comprehensively lmao, I tend to mostly rewatch TNG, DS9 and VOY so I looked up the episode lists and these are probably my most revisited-

TNG: Peak Performance, The Enemy, The Defector, Deja Q, Yesterday's Enterprise, The Offspring, TBOBW/Family, Remember Me, The Loss, Data's Day, The Drumhead, that whole Worf arc from Sins of the Father through Redemption, Darmok, Ensign Ro, Disaster (x100!! Disaster my beloved), Ethics (it's a mixed bag but it still gives me the feels), I Borg, The Next Phase, Schisms, Face of the Enemy (loooove this one), The Chase, Tapestry, Parallels, and the finale

DS9: Emissary, Duet, ITHOTP (it's a mixed bag but it still gives me the feels), the Circle Trilogy, Necessary Evil, The Wire, Equilibrium, The Abandoned, Civil Defence, Past Tense, Life Support, IC/TDIC (one of my fav two parters tbh), Explorers, Shakaar, Facets, Way of the Warrior, Rejoined, Starship Down, Our Man Bashir, Accession, Body Parts, Things Past, The Begotten, Purgatory/Inferno/DBIP (it's a trilogy. to me😂), Children of Time, In the Cards, the whole Dominion Occupation arc (I've rewatched these a lot), FBTS, One Little Ship, ITPM, Tears of the Prophets through Take Me Out to the Holosuite, Tacking Into The Wind

VOY: Parallax, Prime Factors, Faces (it's a mixed bag but it still gives me the feels), Jetrel, Resistance, Prototype, Meld, Dreadnought, Deadlock (why do these all sound like Bruce Willis movies), Warlord, Distant Origin (dino episode my beloved!!), Worst Case Scenario (fanfic episode my beloved!!), Year of Hell, Living Witness, Extreme Risk, Timeless, Barge of the Dead, Riddles, Pathfinder (it's a mixed bag but it still gives me the feels), Blink of an Eye, Muse, Body and Soul (it's a VERY mixed bag but it's got Jeri Ryan's EMH impression), Shattered, Lineage

ETA: How could I forget the TOS movies!! I don't rewatch the show much but those movies are my friends🥰

#ask game #<- not really but that's my tag for asks in general #tysm for the response! (I should prolly mention I've been abnormal about trek for years now so this wasn't like. one year's work hahaha)#anyway @everyone else who sent me asks: I really really appreciate you & I have been rotating them in my brain & feeling much better #I have also become Sleepy unfortunately. so I will answer them tomorrow #but thank you :)

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ectogeo-rebubbles · 2 years ago

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3 22 23 for the end of year asks! <3

Yay, thanks for the ask! <3 (fanfic end of the year asks)

22. events you participated in this year

2023 was a big event year for me! I participated in the Sapphic Summer fic-a-thon (I wrote three 250-word ficlets, all Kira/Keiko or Kira/Winn, and also helped add a bunch of DS9 femslash prompts to the prompt list), Star Trek femslash week (two of the same sapphic summer fics I wrote were cross-posted to this event too), and WIP Big Bang (as the artist for Way Harsh, Ziyal by @cardassiangoodreads - my art will be posted to coincide with the relevant upcoming chapter hehe!).

I'd be remiss not to mention the Garashir Wedding Registry, a list of prompts for Garashir wedding related fics that I solicited during the summer hehehe! I didn't really participate in this one per se, but I did set up the collection lol! Anyway, I'm so over the moon about all of the fics (13!!! that's way more of a response than I could have ever imagined!) that you delightful people have written! And I def felt a little silly and vulnerable making it so I'm very glad that it went over so well! I feel so loved, and I love this fandom right back, and I'm just so so happy to have played any part in inspiring people to spread some Garashir love around! <3

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

Oh that is a VERY long list XD

a handful of fics I started this year and wrote a significant chunk of but haven't quite finished:

-fic about the return of Chloe Aka (that is, a sequel to nothing to hide) <3 <3 <3 -canon-compliant OMB Garashir pwp -Sloanshir on the astral plane -Garak/Sisko/Ross strip poker >:) -Broken Link Garashir getting together fic

a few fics i've outlined to some extent but never really wrote much beyond that:

-Sloanshir soulmate AU <3 (sort of. it's a garashir fic lol. but Sloan tries to convince Julian that he's his soulmate -FBTS Garashir AU where Garak is still an alien -that messy Keiko/Kira/Winn love triangle multichapter fic that you and I developed based on our chats, dill, lol >:3

4. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

Putting this under a cut because this post is already too long. It's from nothing to hide, it's a scene featuring Julian, Dr. Noah (Sisko's holo character in OMB), and Garak as the holo femme fatale Chloe Aka:

Aka slid a hand up his own leg slowly, drawing the fabric up with him. Julian was so mesmerized by Garak’s—Aka’s—leg being revealed scale by scale that he didn’t quite process the black strap around his gray thigh until the gun had been drawn from it. Aka looked directly at Julian, gun aimed at his chest. His gaze was as intense as Garak’s had ever been. “My dear Doctor—” (Julian’s heart leapt. Garak’s mind had made it into the program after all! Julian wasn’t stuck in this cursed place alone with absolutely everyone counting on him to single-handedly save the day! He had Garak now, and together they would—) “—should I kill Agent Bashir here, or shall I take him someplace where he won’t stain the carpet?”

#ask game #fanfic end of year asks

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sgstories123 · 2 years ago

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Mr Koh's Stretching Exercises

Faith’s left leg slipped and went much further forward than she intended to. She yelled in pain as she felt her muscles stretched and she stumbled over as she lost her balance.

Mr Koh cursed under his breath as he watched his student collapsed on the track. That will be another incident report to write. Why did the principal of the school asked him to take on the Athletics CCA. He was not interested in athletics nor had any knowledge of it. He was just smoking his way through by googling and asking the team to do training based on what he found on the internet. He was quite sure that none of them is useful and that none of the students are going to win medals for the school. It was just a bloody waste of time with no additional salary. At most, he can write something during performance appraisal that he contributed to school activities. He would rather read a book than coach the athletics team. He was after all a Literature teacher.

“Faith! Are you okay?” Mr Koh asked as he walked over to the student. The other students were already gather around her, helping her up to her feet.

“I think I sprained myself. My left leg is hurting.” Faith replied, her eyes red with tears.

For a moment, Mr Koh’s heart missed a beat. Faith was actually quite pretty with large eyes and oval-shaped face. She looks something like an anime character. With her eyes glistening in tears, Mr Koh felt a sudden urge to take her into his arms and protect her.

“Right. I got some ice packs in the PE room. That will help.” Mr Koh then addressed the rest of the students. “It is almost 5 pm. Let’s call it a day for today’s session. Remember to train hard. The school is expecting you to do well in the coming competition.” Mr Koh grimaced at the insincerity of the words emanating from his mouth.

As the students left the field, Mr Koh put Faith’s hands over his shoulders while he helped her to the staff room at the end of the field. He could feel her warm breath on his face. Her breasts pressed slightly against his chest as she clung closer to him for support. He looked at her sweat-drenched t-shirt, her pale blue sports bra beneath was just barely visible. He could make out the cleavage. As both of them were wearing running shorts, their bare legs were touching and rubbing each other as they made their way across the field. Mr Koh was fervently hoping that he does not get an erection as it would be too obvious in his running shorts.

“Right. Take a seat on the bench.” Mr Koh instructed Faith as they reached the PE room. He took the ice packs out from the small freezer and sat down on the floor in front of Faith. He started rubbing the ice pack on her legs, hoping that that is the correct way to treat a sports injury.

As he moved the ice packs higher up her thighs, Mr Koh admired her smooth complexion. The ice pack slid easily across her skin, leaving a trail of glistening liquid. Faith’s legs were open and her matching pale blue panties were visible from within her FBT shorts. His cock was hard now and he tried to adjust his shorts without attracting too much attention to himself.

“Right. You know, Faith. This would not have happened if you have done the warm-up exercises. I always remind all of you to do proper warm-up. Now you know what happens when you don’t listen to me and how important stretching is to an athlete.” Mr Koh rambled on, relying on his usual training instructions to focus on something other than how aroused he was from giving Faith a sports massage. “There are very useful stretching techniques that can not only prevent you from getting injured but help you perform better. When you stretch, you cover more distance with each stride and that can help you win competitions.”

“Cher, how about you teach me some stretching exercises now?” Faith asked.

Mr Koh was caught in a bind. He did not really know any stretching exercises. He was just talking nonsense and smoking his way through.

“Er, well. For example, we can start with you opening up your legs as wide as you can.” Mr Koh suggested.

Faith responded by doing exactly that. Mr Koh’s cock became even harder as more of Faith’s panties were revealed through her shorts.

“Maybe you sit down on the floor. Might be better.” Mr Koh suggested.

Faith got on the floor and sat down on the floor exercise mats with her legs outstretched. “Is this okay, Cher?”

“Right. I now help you with some of the stretching exercises, okay?” Mr Koh’s lust took over. He got behind Faith and pressed her body forwards, his body enjoying the warmth and close contact with the young body. He caressed her thighs, pretending to stretch them out further, but his real intent was to move further up her inner thighs, towards the final pleasure. Faith let out a sigh of pleasure. Mr Koh took that as a sign that her defences were down. He pressed himself harder against her, his hard cock rubbing her back. His hands went around her stomach, pulling her closer to him.

“Cher, is this part of the stretching exercise?” Faith asked innocently. “Yes. I am trying to warm your stomach up so that it is ready for the next exercise.” Mr Koh replied.

His hand now reached into her panties, brushing lightly against the thin, sparse pubic hair of the young girl. His other hand reached underneath her shirt and pushed her sports bra upwards, releasing her breasts. He groped them tight. What beautiful breasts. Soft and just large enough to fill his hands completely.

“Cher, this does not feel right. You are doing something that only my boyfriend does?” Faith sounded confused. “I told you to listen to me right? Or you are going to get injured again. I am just massaging you. Now keep quiet and enjoy.“ Mr Koh was a little angry, partly because Faith mentioned that her boyfriend had been enjoying this wonderful piece of meat.

Mr Koh pushed Faith down onto the exercise mats and pulled off her shorts and panties. “Wait, Cher. What are you doing?” Faith was now frightened. “”I said listen to me and keep quiet. Your shorts are in the way. You can’t do a proper stretch with them on. This is good for you or you will keep on getting hurt.” Mr Koh raised his voice and Faith was subdued into silence.

Mr Koh pulled Faith’s legs wide open and saw his prize. It was a beautiful pussy with slightly swollen pinkish lips and crowned with a small crop of pubic hair. “See, I am also taking off my shorts so that I can stretch better.” Mr Koh continued before taking off his shorts, his hard cock pointing towards the ceiling.

“Now, I am going to give you a special stretching exercise. Your vagina needs to be loosened or it will hinder your legs from spreading out. I will help you with that now.” Mr Koh positioned his hard cock at the entrance of Faith’s vagina, spitting on it to provide lubrication. He then pushed it slowly in. It was tight and provided immense pleasure.

“Cher. This is wrong. You are fucking me.” Faith cried. “I am not fucking you. I am stretching your vagina.” Mr Koh grunted, as his cock inched deeper into her. “This is a stretching exercise, not a fuck.”

“Look. I am stretching your legs, right. It is all part of the exercise.” Mr Koh grunted as he stretch Faith’s legs wider apart, hoping that it will allow his cock to enter her more easily. As he plunged his last inch into her, he groaned in satisfaction. He then lifted Faith’s legs over his shoulders, pushing himself even deeper into her. “More stretching, Faith. Not fucking.”

As Mr Koh started fucking Faith, pounding into her at an increasing pace, Faith had stopped complaining but was instead moaning softly in pleasure.

“Are you feeling it, Faith? Do you feel your muscles relaxing now that it has been stretched?” Mr Koh grunted in between his pounding.

“Yes, Cher. This feels so good. Fuck me harder.” Faith whimpered.

“Not fucking you, Faith. Just doing stretching exercises. Remember that.” Mr Koh responded. “Now, let’s stretch another set of muscles.”

Mr Koh pulled Faith up from the exercise mats and pushed her against the wall. He entered her from behind, lifting one of her legs upwards. Faith moaned in pleasure as Mr Koh’s hard cock ravished her hole from a different angle. He pressed her against the wall as he fucked her, slamming his body hard against her. He quickened his pace, drawing greater pleasure as he neared his limit. With a large groan and a final deep thrust, he ejaculated into Faith, drowning her womb with his seed. He held onto her, as Faith shuddered in pleasure, as she too reached her climax. He slowly released her, letting her lie down on the exercise mats as he watched his semen slowly exiting her vagina and onto the mats.

He would need to clean the mats later, he thought to himself. Additional work, again. But at least it was worth it. Maybe being an athletics coach is not so bad after all. It might even be better than reading a book. There were after all a couple of pretty students in the team. Mae, Jasmine and even Jenn.

“Cher.” Faith broke his chain of fantasy. “Can we do some more stretching exercise again?”

“Well. I was thinking we should not be selfish. Maybe we can involve Mae, Jasmine and Jenn next time. I think all of you should undergo special training and compete for the 4 x 100 event.” Mr Koh smiled to himself as a whole new world suddenly opened up to him.

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kyrodo · 6 months ago

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Given there are tools that can automate things like weight painting and rigging, not to mention a default humanoid bone rig to start from, I'm not too worried about that part.

My success with creating my own avatar will rely heavily on two things: the depth of my creativity in overall design, and my ability to 3d model bipedal characters. I understand most of the process, on the unity side, on the texturing side, a little on setting up the uvs, I know how to set up an fbx to make things easier in substance painter. I've even done weight painting and adding my own bones and shape keys. So all that's left is my ability to model or come up with an appealing character design. I've kinda decided on creating a wolf. There is a particular dragon wolf that I grew up with when I came up with my sona, and the proportions appealed to me. So I may try to come up with a design around it or try to create a cutesy wolf avatar that has more functionality and clean setup than the regulus.

I also have the option of just using the regulus to derive a character similar to the mayu, but canine. Since that's what Azuki did to the kepler. I could be wrong, but that is strongly likely. But that means I need to make a clean topology and functional avatar that rivals the mayu if I really want to make my mark.

The bigger thing to be afraid of is future implications. Socially I might have to set up a discord server and start managing a large scale group server. I might have to set up meetups. I might have to interact with people who need help setting up. I might be asked questions about the avatar I don't know how to answer. More and more people might try to join me whenever I'm blue or green in vrc, even orange. I might have to constantly keep the avatar up to date. I might have to set up face tracking. I might have to deal with full body tracking issues, which I currently have no way to test.

For now I need to know modeling. But maintenance, social changes, fbt, and facetracking are the main things I will need to worry about if I pull this off. To start, I could do what Lone did and just make the avatar for myself. Then I can worry about making it open to the public later.

Also to add to things I will need to model the avatar twice. Unless I plan on making the quest model the pc model, I need a high poly version and a low poly version of the character. Guesstimation 30k tris for quest and 60k for pc. I've seen a retopology tutorial before. Not sure if it's easier to make a low poly from a hi poly versus the other way around. But I need to master modeling in general.

I will need to make the respective viseme blendshapes, and other common ones. They're all in japanese names, so I'm not sure what they mean. But I assume they're important for mmd worlds at least. And I will need to model in a way that makes changing the face shapes like that possible and not a hassle. So that's where all the difficulty level is going to be. It's all the blender work, not the texturing. Not the unity side of things or the animator, though the animator is it's own beast. But one I'm somewhat familiar with. And yeah, let's see how this goes.

If I pull this off and the avatar is a success, I will have a source of revenue, and every asset that I make for it such as clothing, hair, etc. will also be potential sources of revenue.

And I do need to worry about the bones to some extent. Even if I can automate part of it, it's not gonna cover everything. It was a bit of a struggle to add the nose bone to the kepler. As much as it was a struggle to make bones for the coat straps and it wasn't perfect. Or bones for the long sleeved shirt I made. But this is a challenge I want to tackle. I think it'd be fun. And ironically it's easier than trying to make a world from my current pool of knowledge. And pulling off miracles like this makes a great bandage for trauma centered around posturing a gaslighter. Vrchat is where I'll build myself.

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