/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>9606749
Completely full, as usual

>>9410014
MY HEART'S A STEREO

Decided to join in the fanfics, it's my first time what do you think.

>4 years ago to the day you began what might be the most extended run of poor descisions in your life
>You and your friends go out to jokingly celebrate the anneversery of "the first day of it all going wrong."
>Friends laugh, drinks abound, it's a casually fun way to cope
>The night fades, people are tired, but you don't want to leave
>too bad
>A friend of a friend drives you home, he stayed sober unlike you, but this is standard procedure
>You arrive home, the friendly lad who drove you don't wait up, can't blame him it's 2:00 AM
>Your door is unlocked, intentionally, lets hope some axe murderer finally decided to take up lodging in your house
>disspointment yet again, another standard procedure
>As you turn the lights on you and stumble around the half dozen broken ropes and wooden splinters the migranes begin coming back
>You've been having nightmares as of late, so frequently in fact you no longer fear them
>Maybe that's a normal dream actually
>Your bed is cold, messy, the sheets are yellowed and covered with lint
>don't care
>You crash on the bed like a ragdoll
>no, no dolls
>like a corpse
>You do a quick prayer to no god in particular, but you figure any of them who would answer a man in this state must be selfless
>It takes hours but you finallly enter REM sleep, at least a few fleeting hours of rest should help
>The dreams begin again
>You are alone
>you are alone
>you are in a room
>you are in a room full of people
>it's not a party, more like a loose social gathering
>you spot a girl in the corner, she's talking but more out of obligation
>As you reach for her the walls fade to black, your hand fades to black, your vision fades to black
>you are alone
>The nightmares start now
>A voice calls from behind you
>The sweet hand of the clock caresses you from outside your field of vision
>"Are you helpless?" asks the voice, a sensual female tone
>You aren't sure
>"I'm not sure." stammers out of your mouth, you are in no condition to think
>A beautiful well endowed figure appears before you, how far she is, how large she is, or what she really is are obscured in the dreamscape
>"Would you like to be sure?"
>You would
>A crash
>A tumble
>ten thousands of minutes lost to dust, fire, the sea, you can't be sure
>ten thousand emotions, lost to time, to your own nihilism
>The nightmares are getting more vivid
>She stands before you as if to offer comfort, you reach out your hand and she takes it
>The dreams begin again
>You reach to the woman, she's not shy, just tired
>Strike up a conversation
>Strike up a time for a first date
>You got to third base and found love
>Strike 3
>You're out
>That's how the story should go but it keeps playing, why now
>The woman continues caressing your wavering body, a limp sack of shit in her pristine void
>A beautiful if less than bombastic wedding
>A beautiful daughter, full of bombast and pomp and wile
>Another one, less pomp and wile
>Your wife's back turned to you as she tends to the crib
>Your picture on the wall, taken by the closest friend you ever had
>This is a nightmare
>You jerk yourself back
>Kronii is holding your hand, stern faced as ever
>"Do you believe in redemption?"
>You don't know how to respond
>she tries a different line of questioning
>"Did you like what you saw?"
>You nod
>"Do you know what that was?"
>You pause
>you look around
>The ropes are back in view, prompting you to answer as best you can
>"delusions."
>Kronii stands up, her figure is dimly lit as if illuminated by a nearby fire
>"Do you want to live them?"
>It's pointless
>it's no good
>"no"
>She asks once more, "Do you believ-"
>You cut her off
>"no."
>"Very well then."
>A young man, only 22, surrounded by opportunity
>he went to college late but not that late, he's got plenty of spunk still in him
>There's a woman in the corner of his eye
>too late
>A young boy in highschool, maybe a bit depressed, but maybe not, you're too young to know at this point
>In the corner of his eye he sees a beautiful girl, the apple of his eye, his object of obsession
>Too late
>A child, a single boy sitting on the floor. The jump rope around his feet feels more ominous than usual. He jumps back in a moment of fear
>A barely functioning toddler
>A zygote
>nothing
>you are no more
>goodbye

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>>9217072
The pregnancy pasta has already exceeded the character limit, I had to trim it just to post it here.
Also figure out how to implement my fetish for girls with extreme but not all encompassing deformities, like double jointed arms or a noticeably lower number of ribs in their ribcage, or have only half their leg made of robot parts but super roughly pieced together like there's noticeable reddening and cauterized seams where the plastic meets skin and it's all secured with bolts.

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>>9204913
I hope pregnant kronii posting never dies, its the greatest thing

>>9189032
So theoretically if Kronii really wanted she could bully her husband into impregnating her with triplets or more, pausing her pregnancy in the third trimester, and force him to completely dote on her or else she won't give birth to his children? If Kronii wanted to she could ask Fauna to make her hyperfertile and just baby trap you to be her servant right? Just on a hypothetical level, there's no actual reason why she couldn't abuse her position as a heavily pregnant woman by staying heavily pregnant as long as she wants right? What if she paused her current babies and started up her ovulation again so that she could get even more pregnant and get doted on even harder? You can't just refuse the request of your wife who clearly can barely even walk because she's so weighed down by your children, you'd have to tend to her every beck and call or else she wouldn't birth them. She could even rewind them to right before the fertilizations to savescum getting multiples. She could even superfetation herself to get multiples the all natural way. Like she could let them reach third trimester, then pause, then add in more and also get them to third trimester? She could just keep adding as many as she wants. She could get extra food at restaurants, priority seating on planes and trains, and have an excuse for being constantly horny. All the hormones rushing through her might even hypothetically make her have moments of super emotional dependancy where she stops time and begs you to caress her to ease some of the preassure. Maybe hypothetically she does this in public and during the time stop you spend hours on end rubbing her rapidly growing belly, and sucking the milk from her overfilled breasts, and maybe just cuddling on a park bench or something. Hypothetically maybe all those baby crazy chemicals fry her brain a bit, since women can get the same endorphin rush from a hug as an orgasm maybe her short circuit broodmother brain craves your affection like an abbo craves gasoline to huff. Theoretically in the time stop maybe she slowly becomes addicted to having multiple quiet orgasms in the time stop every time your in public and she starts deliberately fast forwarding her brood to make herself even more fecund when her maternal desires overtake her. Maybe she can keep a stockpile of a few dozen zygotes in her womb to fast forwards and rewind so she can grow and shrink her belly for the occasion. Like maybe she goes to a restaurant and she puts in the quadruplets, but when she goes to the beach she only has one or two. Maybe she can tease you in public when she wants to go home and get pampered by going third trimester octuplets and making loud groaning sounds so you look like a shit husband who doesn't care for his wife that's clearly debilitatingly fecund. Hypothetically she could even put in the full two dozen and just laze around all day with a watertight excuse for being a lazy piece of shit that stuffs her face all waking hours. Imagine how much Mac and cheese it's take to feed her when she's eating for 25, the sheer amount of dairy would probably upset her stomach and her gurgling belly would be super loud. At the number of kids she'd put inside herself to bully you with her body would probably short circuit at least a few major systems and she'd probably be queasy nonstop. Just theoretically, she might be dizzy, oversensitive to touch, probably constant stomachaches, might be prone to pissing herself, her belly would be large enough that she couldn't reach it herself and she'd have to ask you for belly rubs whenever her stomach gets upset. Obviously the biggest issue would be her constantly leaking breasts but surely she can just pause the milk time stop doujin style and when she's back home just let it all out like a fire hydrant in the shower or something right? Maybe she could time top pressurize her breasts like a super soaker and squirt at you. In theory while she's out in public time stopping her leaking breasts with you you could just grope her nipples nonstop since she couldn't feel it and when she gets home and unlocks her breast time stop all the sensations come flooding back and she might have a screaming orgasm while spray milk all over the room. Just hypothetically.

>>9185096
Incredibly based and true

>>9097540
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