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Sunday was warm and sunny, just how I always fantasized it would be when I finally went through with it. I stared walking to the sumpster again, I think about 2pm, and I was really excited and nervous. I felt butterflies in my tummy, just anticipagting what I was about to do.

The dumpster is in the alley behind a restaurant near my house. It gets emptied on Tuesdays, so by Sunday it's pretty stinky and there are flies buzzing around. Which means there are things rotting inside there and that's just perfect for me. A few times in the past I climbed into that dumpster and masturbated. Nothing too intense. Most I'd ever done was take off my pants and hump against the dirty garbage bags. And one time I laid there with my legs spread, watching the flies land on me.

So anyway, I walked down the alley to the dumpster, and as usual I made sure nobody was around, just to be extra careful. You have to go behind a tall wooden fence to even see the dumpster, and the restaurant is closed on Sunday anyway, so I knew I wouldn't be noticed. But this time there's no way I want to be disturbed. I climbed up and over the side and onto my hands and knees into the mass of plastic garbage bags and other miscellaneous rubbish. The bags felt warm from the sun. The smell in there was extremely foul, much worse than usual, and I knew it was because of my rotting meat. I sat and tried to get myself to relax for a few minutes. There was no reason to hurry. When I was ready, I calmly took off my sandals, my jeans, and my panties. Both pairs. I was wearing two pairs of tight panties with a bunch of my panty liners in the crotch, which keeps anything in my vagina from coming out when I move around. But I was going "all the way" this time, so I went ahead and got completely naked. That was a weird feeling, being totally nude inside the dumpster. It seemed very erotic to me. The sun felt warm on my skin, especially my boobs, which pretty much never see the sun.

I took a pair of rubber kitchen gloves out of my pants pocket and put them on. There was no way I could bring myself to actually touch a maggot with my bare hands. Lying with my back against the side of the dumpster, I fingeed my pssy. I was really wet already. I knew I would be. The sensation of the rubber glove against my clit felt unusual, and I kind of liked it. I did that for a little while, just thinking about what I was about to do, while staring at the smaller garbage bag in the far corner of the dumpster where I'd left it yesterday. I still felt the butterflies in my tummy. I kept thinking to myself that I can't wimp out, that I had to go through with this. I wished for a moment that someone else was there to force me to do it, but decided that it was somehow much more sick and depraved to do it to myself willingly. And I thought, yeah, that's me. That's what I want. I deserve this. And so I knew it was time to do it

I got back on my hands and knees and crawled to the other side of the dumpster. I sat down next to my garbage bag, gently picked it up and placed it in front of me. The terrible smell was already stronger. Carefully, I tore the bag open. And there they were. There had to be thousands of maggots, kind of beige-yellow with little black spots on them, all writhing in a large mass. I couldn't even see the rotting meat underneath them. Dozens more maggots clung to the inside of the black plastic, which was coated with a thick light-brown slime. It was such a repulsive sight I thought I was going to throw up right there. But I didn't. I took a few minutes to get control of myself, fingering my clit while staring at the maggots, trying to work up the courage to continue.

I scooped up some of the slime on my gloved finger and brought it to my nose. I knew what it was from the reading I'd done before. It was digestive juices from the maggots, full of bacteria. And it smelled just horrible. I thought to myself, that's what I'm going to smell like. That's the stench that's going to come from my vagina. I want that, I thought, spreading my legs wide apart. I dragged my slimy finger between my pussy lips. My clit felt like a hard little pebble beneath the slime. I didn't want to cum right then, though, and I was still right on the edge of gagging, too. But I knew there was no turning back now, so I let my fingers lightly touch the top of the maggot mass. The maggots felt like nothing I'd experienced before. They seemed to have such energy, totally different from picking up an earthworm or something. And they felt so alive. I was fascinated and nauseated at the same time. Sinking my fingers into the mass, I felt the solid meat beneath. Gently breaking it apart, I could see that the meat had turned gray except for the very center which was still pink, and that the maggots had penetrated into it but not too deeply yet. There was still plently of food for my filthy little babies. I broke off a small chunk of meat that was covered on one side with maggots and held it for a moment while I fought back another urge to vomit. It was finally time, I thought. I leaned forward, and holding my pussy lips apart with one hand, I gritted my teeth and pushed the maggot-covered chunk of meat into my vagina. And then, totally without expecting it, I had an orgasm. A quick, sharp one that only made me want more.

And more was coming. I broke off another small chunk of meat, along with another part of the maggot mass and pushed it inside me. This one had more maggots on it, and I stopped for a moment to see if I could feel them inside me. I wasn't sure I could, but it didn't matter. I wanted them all. I needed to take them all inside me. With that thought, I went sort of wild. I started pushing bigger chunks of meat and maggots, and even handfuls of just maggots into me, over and over. I was practically hyperventilating, too. I wasn't thinking at all about the noise I must have been making. But now I could definitely feel the maggots squirming inside my vagina. Just the idea of it made me cum again.

Finally, once I had crammed all of the rotten meat, and all of the maggots I could inside me, I felt so filthy, so disgusting, like I'd turned myself into some low, depraved sort of beast. And that made me so incredibly hot, together with the constant movement of the maggots inside me. But it was time to go. Holding my hand over my crotch, I slowly crawled back to my clothes and managed to get dressed again without anything coming out. I put the gloves back into my pocket and climbed out of the dumpster. And right then I could hold back the revulsion of what I'd just done no longer. Holding myself up against the side of the dumpster, I threw up. Ever vomited while you were horny? It's weird.

Walking home down the alley, I felt like I was in a daze. I kept asking myself how I could have done this to myself, but then asking why I'd waited so long. I had to walk slowly to make sure nothing got squeezed out of my vagina, but also to keep from cumming again. I found myself amazed at the whole thing, that I'd stuffed the most intimate part of myself with these things that were too disgusting to even touch without gloves. And that I was totally getting off on it.

Once I was home, I locked myself in my bedroom, took off my clothes, except for my double-panties, and got into bed. I closed my eyes and just let myself feel the maggots squirming inside me. For a while I tried to watch TV, but I could really pay attention to it. The maggots were too wonderfully distracting. I skipped dinner. Later on, when I really had to pee, I did it by taking down my panties and holding my hand over my crotch, wearing the rubber gloves, of course.

The next morning I called off of work after being awake most of the night. I mainly stayed naked in my bed all day masturbating, barely getting up for anything. I wanted to do nothing but let my nauseating little babies grow inside my pussy. Pretty early, though, I realized the smell was getting really horrible. I opened the window. I also wet a bath towel and stuffed it under my bedroom door. I didn't want my parents to get suspicious.

A little later on I realized that I didn't need the panties to hold the maggots and the meat inside me. The mass pretty much stayed in place as long as I laid kind of still. I thought hey, I guess that means I'm infested, which made me cum again. I was always right on the edge of orgasm, and it didn't take much to go over the edge. I also noticed that the maggots seemed to be more active if I kept my legs apart and realized that they probably needed to breathe. So that's how I stayed a lot of the time. I did get up and read my email and posted an update on my web page but I couldn't seem to think clearly enough to write much. Then I had to pee again, but I just didn't want to get up. So I just peed in the bed. It made me cum. I just wanted to keep feeling the maggots moving. And they were. They seemed even stronger, in anything. I was totally in heaven with it. I didn't eat at all, either.

I heard my parents come home from work. During the evening my mom said hello through the door and wondered why I was staying in my room like a hermit. I said I was reading a novel all the way through at once, which I actually do sometimes. She left me alone. I hoped she didn't smell anything. I surfed the Web for a while that night and looked at porn. I came a few more times. I decided to go ahead and take a shit in my bed, right where I was. That just made me more turned on and I ended up smearing some of my shit over my thighs and my pussy and cumming again. I noticed that the maggots started coming out a bit. Maybe they liked the shit. A couple tmes one would creep up on my belly. I'd just flick it back down between my legs.

I was getting tired at that point. It really was time to sleep and my vagina was throbbing and kind of sore from all of the attention. But I was most worried about making sure my maggots could breathe while I was sleeping. Somehow, I managed to find the energy to place a chair on either side of my bed and use sheets to tie my ankles to them. That would keep my legs apart during the night. I pulled the blankets over myself and dozed off lying in my piss and shit.

For the most part I slept through the night, but I kept waking up sweating, with my vagina throbbing worse. I knew I was getting a bad infection from this, but I didn't care. I was not thinking right. I could also feel maggots crawling all over me. I guess I decided I liked that and I'd play with my clit until I came again. I don't know if I realized at the time that I wasn't wearing the rubber gloves anymore. I'd fall back to sleep and wake up again later with little phrases running through my head. Other girls have babies but I give birth to decay and filth, I'd keep thinking to myself. Or I'd say I'm probably ruining my womb and I don't care, I want to be ruined. I know I must have been hallucinating from the infection. I was hoping the maggots had given up on the rotten meat and were eating my vagina instead. My fingers were buried inside my vagina, with my fingertips against part of the meat. Whenever I pressed on it, the maggots would squirm faster and I'd climax again. I could do it over and over and keep cumming.

Finally it was Tuesday morning and sunlight made me wake up. I knew I was really, really sick at that point. I felt weak and dizzy, I knew I had a fever, and now my whole lower belly was sore and throbbing. Despite all that I was still horny and I was still right on the edge of cumming. And then for some reason, all I wanted to do was see my maggots.

I pulled the blankets aside and saw that I really did have maggots crawling all over my body. I was so whacked out I loved it. But I also saw that I had a rash spreading over my tummy and my thighs, and I was soaked with sweat. And then suddenly I needed to see what it looked like between my legs. I sat up a little, picked up the hand mirror I have on the table next to my bed, and held it between my thighs.

My pussy was totally gaped wide open. I'd never seen it like that before. It reminded me of a mouth in a sick, gagging expression. My inner lips were swollen and dark purple, almost black, while my outer lips were cherry red and I was losing a layer of dead skin, like a sunburn. A stream of the light brown slime was oozing from inside my vagina and down my butt crack onto the shitty mattress. Although I could still feel a large mass of maggots and rotten meat inside me, there were maggots everywhere between my legs. Hundreds of them.

And then I saw my fingers on my pussy. They plunged deep into my vagina and dragged out a wad of slime and maggots, which I pressed hard against my clit. I remember having a huge orgasm right then, and I must have passed out. I think I was sobbing too, but I'm not sure.

That's all I remember until I woke up in the hospital. I'll write about that later.

 

[toolateforme]

Read it all, really touching story

 

[UglyMan]

What the fuck is this degenerate shit lmao

 

[Andromeda88]

Did read

 

[Deleted member 2756]

 

[toolateforme]

I actually read it all, I cant imagine how much girls will have pleasure in their life cuz they can get multiple orgasms.

 

[SikKunt]

 

[Ritalincel]

It was another hot, sunny day as summer slowly arrived in Jimmy Parson’s little town. He was sitting, half asleep, in his history classroom, counting the seconds before the bell marking dismissal rang. Jimmy was rather young , aged 13 and in the eight grade, with black hair, dark eyes, quite pale skin and was medially built. He was quite intelligent and athletic, but extremely lazy and talkative.

On the verge of falling asleep, the dismissal bell finally rang and he woke with a start. He smiled, wrote down his history homework on Norse runes and quickly walked out of class, passing by his old, short history teacher who he always thought as someone who had no life. Heading out into the school halls, with students anxious to head home passing by, he was joined by his best friend, Mark Anthony, who was a skinny, funny guy with a positive attitude.

“How was your torture session?” Mark asked Jimmy, not serious as usual.
“Great,” Jimmy replied, “I almost fell asleep.”
Mark chuckled and held the school’s main entrance door open for Jimmy.
“Ladies first.” He said.
“God, you’re such an idiot!” Jimmy retorted and pushed Mark out the door.

They came onto some steps, went down them and onto a street filled with students heading home. Jimmy and Mark both lived at the east end of the town, so they began to walk home together, passing the different school cliques: the gossipers, Goths, emos, skaters, nerds, the popular people and the wanna-be biker bullies who started to circle Jimmy and Mark as usual. There were four of them, all of them with mean looks on their faces as they cycled around them. One of them, their leader, was called Tod, the fattest, the others, Mark and Jimmy didn’t know.
“Hey losers!” Tod greeted them with a grin. ”Wanna have some fun?”
The rest of the bullies giggled. Mark just sighed, picked up a nearby stick and inserted it through the front wheel of Tod’s bike, causing him to suddenly stop and fall to the ground.
“Quick! Let’s run!” Mark exclaimed and began to run with Jimmy to home.
They slowed to a jog as they finally reached the quiet little neighourhood where they both lived. Mark and Jimmy lived just next door to each other and they had a Nigerian man as their neighbor. He was sitting on a lawn chair out on his lawn, reading a book, fiddling with his long dreadlocks as his eyes read line after line. He caught sight of Jimmy and Mark.
“Heeeyccc, mwa a bobyc!” he shouted and raised his right hand to greet them, as he always did when they came home.
“Ya……um…good afternoon!” Jimmy shouted back.
“What did he just say?” Mark asked Jimmy.
“No idea…”

Mark went his separate way and went up to his house and as Jimmy went home too.

Jimmy pushed open his front door and walked into his house’s hallway, which led to its other rooms. He walked to the end of the hall and entered the room its door led to, which was his room. His room was quite small and messy, with a unmade bed, messy study table, a desktop computer and a closet. On his wall were posters of his favorite rock bands. He lay his school bag down and dresses into comfortable clothing. His dog, a little male terrier called ‘Trouble’, came into the room with a bright red plastic ball in his mouth. Jimmy crouched down, took the ball out of Trouble’s mouth and threw it out of his window. Trouble immediately ran out of the room and out of the house to find it.

Jimmy, lured by the scent of cheese, headed over to the kitchen where his mother was preparing a meal for him. Jimmy’s little sister , Lua, was seated at the table, anxiously waiting for some food. Lua was only six years old, very annoying and noisy.


“Hey mom, hey Lua,” Jimmy greeted them, “What’s for lunch?”
“Lasagna.” His mom said.
Mark had always teased Jimmy by saying his mom was hot, and he always received a hard slap from him in return.
Jimmy ate his lunch and went back to his room to finish up his history homework. He then booted up his computer, connected its internet cable, went to Google and typed in the word ‘osrs.’

The search engine came up with many links, but one caught his eye. At the top of the web page were the words ‘Welcome to Old School RuneScape! Relive the challenging levelling system and risk-it-all PvP of the biggest retro styled MMO. Play with millions of other players in this piece of online gaming heritage where the community controls the development so the game is truly what you want it to be! Jimmy checked out some of its screenshots, not completely impressed, so he decided to try out the game. He created an account, named it ‘ Jimmy_6758’ and then logged into the world of osrs. At first, he thought the game was dull because of its terrible graphics, but he remember seeing that there were 115,406 people currently playing so he decided to give it a try. He finished the tutorial with ease and ended up in Lumbridge. He explored osrs, seeing many people and strange creatures, though some of the players were a bit rude to him, calling him a ‘kys cuck’ , a term he did not recognise.

People spoke in internet slang and abbreviated terms and he did not understand a thing they said, since he never used his computer to do anything but homework. Jimmy logged out when time for his dinner came. He would return to playing the following day and little did he know, osrs would mean the very end of him………





Jimmy got up early the next day. It was a warm Friday and he looked forward to playing paintball like he always did every Friday with Mark and some other guys from school. He took a shower, ate breakfast, played with Trouble a bit, changed up and headed outside where Mark already waited for him. They walked to school, as usual, passing by their neighbor, who was checking his mailbox. “Heeycc!” he greeted them. "How far?”
“Good morning!” Jimmy and Mark both said, not understanding a word he said.
They arrived at school ten minutes before classes started and walked to their lockers, passing by the nerd clique.
“Lol, noob.” Mark heard many of them say.

They got out their books, the bell rang and they headed their separate ways to their classes. The day dragged on boringly until the dismissal bell rang, marking the start of the weekend. The students burst through the school exits, chattering excitedly on what they are going to on the weekend. Mark and Jimmy went home, got into their paintball gear and marched over to an abandoned junkyard where their paintball matches were held. They joined with two other people from school while going against a team of seven. Mark and Jimmy’s team won despite the odds, they always did. They even planned on going professional some day.
After winning several times, they wearily walked home, sweating and content with themselves.
“You know, I found an interesting online game on the web last night I think you should try it out as well.” Jimmy started a conversation.
“Really, what’s it called?” Mark curiously asked.
“osrs”
“What site do I go to?”
“https://oldschool.runescape.com”


They both went home, changed up, ate lunch and booted up their computers. Jimmy instructed Mark on how to create a osrs account over the phone. He did the tutorial and they met in Lumbridge. After greeting each other and Mark doing the dance emote several times, they went to kill some goblins. After a while, Mark got a bronze square shield, making Jimmy determined to do the same. They played late into the night, enjoying it all the way.

“I’m tired,” Mark announced, “I’m going to bed.”
“K, cya” Jimmy said, abbreviating his words as he slowly got used to the internet language.

He kept on playing, exploring osrs far into the break of dawn, not feeling a bit tired. Jimmy loved the game, he thought it was awesome, he even began to call some people a ‘noob’ too, also laughing at other people by saying ‘lol.’ He logged out and went to sleep, the morning sun rising into the sky.
By the time his eyes shut, his cell phone began to ring, waking him up. He got up reluctantly and answered it.
“Hey Jimmy-boy!” it was Mark. ” What do you to do today?”
“What?” Jimmy sleepily mumbled. “ But I just went to bed?”
“Man, were you playing osrs the whole time?”
“ Uhhh…yeah.”
"You're such a dumb cunt, bro." Mark laughed.

They met up later that day at a local diner for lunch. Jimmy lacked some sleep, so grey rings hung below his eyes. He went home early that day and collapsed into bed, but suddenly……osrs came to mind. Filled with sudden energy, he got back onto his computer and started playing it, leveling up some more until he reached level 15. Mark with his account, Mark A, logged in at night and they played along with each other. Jimmy even called Mark a noob at one point, though Mark didn’t know what it meant. They played together over the following weeks, getting equal in level and finishing several free quests until all that was left was Dragon Slayer. They both reached level 35 and they had both acquired mithril armor by then.

One day at school, Jimmy discovered that everyone in the nerd clique played osrs as well. He talked with them, discussing things about osrs, until one of the boys who referred to himself as ‘The Dark Mage,’ who was a short guy with huge, thick framed glasses, asked Jimmy what his level was. “35!” Jimmy proudly answered.
All the boys started laughing at him and he discovered that they were all level 100+ and had all subscribed to be members. He asked for their osrs names despite this. Jimmy felt ashamed about his account’s level, but he was determined to become like them, perhaps, even better than them……





Jimmy played quite a lot over the weeks, hardly doing his homework and always getting in trouble for not paying attention in class because he was thinking of osrs too much. Mark played a lot less than him and wasn’t as dedicated and as a result, Jimmy called him a noob a lot to impress the high level players of the nerd clique. He began to even call his little sister a noob and even said the word lol when watching funny movies in the cinema with Mark. Jimmy decided to become a member one day, so he asked his mom. She refused to allow him and gave him a long lecture on the value of a dollar. However, Jimmy wasn’t paying attention, he took her credit card without permission and made himself a member, paying for it to re-credit him for two years straight, costing him exactly $120, his mother would kill him if she knew what he had just done. He logged into a member’s server, full of excitement and met up with his high level nerd friends. They went to castle wars together and even did some pest control rounds before Jimmy went on his own to do some member quests. Mark came online and Jimmy messaged him.

“Hey!” he greeted Mark. “Guess what? I’m a member now!”
“No way!”
“Yes way! Why don’t you ask your parents to make you one?”
“Good idea, hold on, let me ask them.”
Mark asked his parents and was also refused and given a long lecture on the value of a dollar.
“Man, they said no. “
“That’s a shame, noob, lol!”
“Wanna come finish dragon slayer with me?”
“Sorry, but I’m doing it in a member world so I can beat him easily with my cool new gear.”

Mark suddenly felt distant from Jimmy, he barely came online again and he rarely hung out with him since Jimmy was too busy hanging out with the nerd clique, going to gaming cafes and discussing osrs related topics. Jimmy was playing osrs one Friday, he had boycotted his paintball team, deciding to go to the god wars dungeon with his new friends instead of hanging out with Mark. After defeating General Graardor several times, they teleported to Edgeville where the most unlikely thing happened: there was a 10 HP pure showing off his elysian spirit shield near the wilderness ditch, teasing players by jumping across it and doing the dance emote. “Watch this!” the pure said, and ran into the wilderness.
Everyone watched as he suddenly stopped running and allowed a skeleton to attack him. He did not move as his health went down slowly. What was going on? Why wasn’t he reacting? Eventually his health dropped to zero. Everyone in the vicinity scrambled to loot his corpse and so did Jimmy, who, with amazing luck, managed to retrieve the elysian spirit shield. He ran back to the grand exchange, with hundreds of people following him saying things like ‘give me that. It’s useless’ or ‘z0mg! phr33 ely p10xz!!!.’
Jimmy burst with bliss and he began to do the osrs dance emote in real life, all his friends surrounded him, admiring the new shield that his toon was now holding. He paraded around osrs to celebrate, and at one point the owner of the shield even private messaged him, asking for it back, Jimmy simply called him a cunt and added him to his ignore list.

Suddenly, Trouble came into his room with the bright red ball in his mouth. Jimmy took it from him and tossed it out the window as usual. Trouble came back several times until Jimmy grew frustrated, logged out, walked out to his front door and threw the ball as hard as he can, across the street. Trouble ran after it, unfortunately; because at that moment, a bright red pick up truck came zooming across Jimmy’s street, running the dog over. The driver drove on uncaringly despite this.
“Trouble!” he screamed, then ran over to his poor pooch’s body.
“O boi, wetin happen?” his neighbor asked him from his bedroom window.
“Trouble is dead!”
“Nawow.”

Jimmy knew he couldn’t let his mother find out about this , so he took Trouble’s body and cremated it in his back yard. Shortly after mourning, he returned to his room, depressed. However, he wasn’t depressed for long, he thought osrs would cheer him up, so he continued playing it, feeding his addiction.

The week of Jimmy’s final exams had come. He did not even prepare for it, he just kept playing osrs and he had already gotten to level 100, with full Bandos and of course, an elysian spirit shield. He would even go to in-game "house parties" where he met famous players such as B0aty and mod mat k. Mark logged in one time and asked Jimmy if he would go woodcutting with him in the free servers.

“Sorry, there are too many auto bots there.” He replied to him, and Mark logged out.

Jimmy did not even answer the questions on his exam papers, he only drew pictures relating to osrs on them or gave osrs related answers to the questions that somehow related to osrs. One questions in his history exam stated ‘What are runes?’ and he would answer ‘Runes are magical stones used to cast spells, they are created from magical rocks called rune essence through the skill called rune crafting.’ Another stated ‘Describe the composites of bronze’ to which he answered ‘Bronze armor is for noobs, lol.’
He went home that day with his nerd friends without care for his exam scores, Tod and his thugs did not bother him anymore. Mark started hanging out with the popular kids since he was so funny, but Jimmy took no notice of it.

At the end of the week, Jimmy received his exam scores, he went home and looked at them. He had gotten an F in everything but English and Math, he couldn’t let his mother see them, so he decided to feed them into the paper shredder, but as he was about to do so, his little sister caught him.

“I’m gonna tell mom!”
“Come you little fucking cunt!” he hissed as he grabbed her by the arm.
“Lua,” he pleaded to her, “be fair now, when did I ever tell on you for anything? Think of all the times I stood up for you!”
Lua simply stuck out her tongue at him and struggled to get free again.
“Lua…” Mark was getting frustrated as he tried to restrain his sister.
“Lua!”
“Ma! Ma! Jimmy’s been bad!”
“LUAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Jimmy violently threw his sister against the front door. She fell to the ground and started to cry loudly. This only agitated Jimmy even more as he covered her mouth and hit her over the head several times.
“Do you still want to tell mom? HUH!” he yelled.
Tears streamed down his sister’s swollen face and she shook her head.
“Good.” He said, satisfied, then let her go.
Just when his sister left the room had he realized what he had just done. He retreated to his bathroom, locked himself in and began sulk.
”What the hell is wrong with me…..” he said to himself.


Two days later, on a fresh summer day, he returned home, no longer feeling a bit of guilt for what he had done two days earlier. He began playing osrs as soon as he arrived and he went on a wilderness slayer task with The Dark Mage and of course, his elysian spirit shield. Lua now feared her brother and did not dare mention his abuse. His mother came into the room, holding a piece of paper in her hands.

“Have you seen Trouble lately?” she asked him.
“No.” he plainly replied, not even looking at her.
“By the way, can you explain to me what this is?” she waved the papers at him.
“Not now mom, I’m on a slayer task!”
“I don’t give a damn!” his mother shouted and jerked his internet cable free of his computer, disconnecting the internet and osrs. Jimmy screamed in horror and his eyes grew wide with shock.
“Mom! What the fuck, you roasty!” he cried and desperately tried to reconnect the cable. However, his mom held him back.
“Look at these grades, young man!” she held his exam scores at him. “You’re going to have to repeat the eight grade! And look at these!” she showed him her credit card and internet bills. “$120 dollars along with $400 dollars for the past few months! You better work this summer and make up for all this or I will remove your television and internet rights altogether and you will not be allowed to ever hang out with your friends on weekends!”
She threw the papers at him and stormed off. Jimmy went back onto osrs and found himself standing in Lumbridge. He roared in anger as he found out his elysian spirit shield was gone.


“Lol, missing something?” The Dark Mage messaged him.
“Give me back my ely bro!” Jimmy demanded.
”Pwned.” The Dark Mage said before putting Jimmy on ignore.
Jimmy suddenly pumped with rage, he grabbed his baseball bat and wore a yellow paper mask with a smiley face on it. He barged out of his house and saw Mark riding a scooter nearby. Mark rode up to him.

“Hi, where are you going?” he asked.

Jimmy just kept walking; he was heading to The Dark Mage’s house. He over to it and knocked on his door. The Dark Mage answered it and Jimmy immediately drove the baseball bat into his face, shattering his glasses. The Dark Mage dropped to the floor, clutching his bleeding face in pain. Mark watched in horror as Jimmy savagely bludgeoned the boy with the baseball bat….again and again and again. By then The Dark Mage was screaming for help, covered in black bruises and sobbing loudly. Jimmy gave him on final and staggeringly painful blow to the stomach. The nerdy boy began to cough up blood, which mingled with the waterfall of tears that poured from his eyes. Jimmy decided it was enough.

“Tell me your password! Now! Or I’ll finish you off right here!” he demanded.
“Iamb0aty73, just leave me alone!” The Dark Mage cried and Jimmy stormed off.
Mark stood there, paralyzed with shock.
“I’ve got to do something….” He said to himself.

Jimmy hacked into The Dark Mage’s account and took back the elysian spirit shield then got the account banned by telling people at the grand exchange to rope. He felt happy that he got his revenge for a moment, but he suddenly felt sick to the stomach. He ran to the bathroom and locked himself inside. He sat down on the toilet seat and began to cry heavily. What had he just done? Jimmy felt depressed beyond reason, he kept crying for what seemed like hours until he grabbed an old shaving razor from his medicine cabinet and he cut a small gash across his wrist. After treating the wound, he vomited out his lunch in the toilet seat then went back to playing osrs. It made him feel so good for some reason and he played throughout the night.

The next day was the day before the end of school, his nerd friends did not even come near him, they had probably heard what he had done to The Dark Mage. He did however, hear them mention something about someone not being able to speak anymore as he passed by them He ate alone at the cafeteria that day. He just sat at his desk throughout the day, thinking of osrs and the dismissal bell marking the end of the school day. Jimmy walked home alone and was jumped by Tod and his thugs. They gave him the beating of his life and covered him in bruises. Where was Mark when he needed him? Nevertheless, he went home and continued playing osrs, not even stopping to eat lunch or take in the fact that he had no more friends except his osrs girlfriend, whom he payed to ‘date’ him. The next morning, before school ,he booted up his computer to play some more osrs, it was the last day of school and he felt slightly blissful, but his bliss suddenly demolished when he found his account had been banned for password scamming. Mark called him through his cell phone.
“I’m sorry, Jimmy, I just had to do it, you were getting too addicted to the game!” Mark apologized to him.

“YOU MOTHER *insert colorful swear words here*, IM GOING TO KILL YOU!” Jimmy yelled, seething with utter hatred for Mark. How could he betray me like this! He thought. Blinded by his love for osrs, he ignored the bare facts and immediately went over to his mother’s room. He looked inside her closet and fished around for a red shoe box inside. He grabbed the shoe box and carried with it with him to school. Nothing mattered to him now. He arrived ten minutes before the bell and he approached Mark, who was discussing something with four of the other osrs players from the nerd clique. Jimmy held a demonic look on his face. He opened the red shoe box and pulled out a fully loaded, six shot revolver that his father owned before he died. He threw the shoe box to the floor and students all around fled at the site of the gun except for Mark and the four osrs players. Jimmy took careful aim at all of them. It would be a grim summer day. Five shots rang out, before he turned the gun on himself............









The End.

 

[autistic_tendencies]

Literally a shit thread

 

[Ritalincel]

Sunday was warm and sunny, just how I always fantasized it would be when I finally went through with it. I stared walking to the sumpster again, I think about 2pm, and I was really excited and nervous. I felt butterflies in my tummy, just anticipagting what I was about to do.

The dumpster is in the alley behind a restaurant near my house. It gets emptied on Tuesdays, so by Sunday it's pretty stinky and there are flies buzzing around. Which means there are things rotting inside there and that's just perfect for me. A few times in the past I climbed into that dumpster and masturbated. Nothing too intense. Most I'd ever done was take off my pants and hump against the dirty garbage bags. And one time I laid there with my legs spread, watching the flies land on me.

So anyway, I walked down the alley to the dumpster, and as usual I made sure nobody was around, just to be extra careful. You have to go behind a tall wooden fence to even see the dumpster, and the restaurant is closed on Sunday anyway, so I knew I wouldn't be noticed. But this time there's no way I want to be disturbed. I climbed up and over the side and onto my hands and knees into the mass of plastic garbage bags and other miscellaneous rubbish. The bags felt warm from the sun. The smell in there was extremely foul, much worse than usual, and I knew it was because of my rotting meat. I sat and tried to get myself to relax for a few minutes. There was no reason to hurry. When I was ready, I calmly took off my sandals, my jeans, and my panties. Both pairs. I was wearing two pairs of tight panties with a bunch of my panty liners in the crotch, which keeps anything in my vagina from coming out when I move around. But I was going "all the way" this time, so I went ahead and got completely naked. That was a weird feeling, being totally nude inside the dumpster. It seemed very erotic to me. The sun felt warm on my skin, especially my boobs, which pretty much never see the sun.

I took a pair of rubber kitchen gloves out of my pants pocket and put them on. There was no way I could bring myself to actually touch a maggot with my bare hands. Lying with my back against the side of the dumpster, I fingeed my pssy. I was really wet already. I knew I would be. The sensation of the rubber glove against my clit felt unusual, and I kind of liked it. I did that for a little while, just thinking about what I was about to do, while staring at the smaller garbage bag in the far corner of the dumpster where I'd left it yesterday. I still felt the butterflies in my tummy. I kept thinking to myself that I can't wimp out, that I had to go through with this. I wished for a moment that someone else was there to force me to do it, but decided that it was somehow much more sick and depraved to do it to myself willingly. And I thought, yeah, that's me. That's what I want. I deserve this. And so I knew it was time to do it

I got back on my hands and knees and crawled to the other side of the dumpster. I sat down next to my garbage bag, gently picked it up and placed it in front of me. The terrible smell was already stronger. Carefully, I tore the bag open. And there they were. There had to be thousands of maggots, kind of beige-yellow with little black spots on them, all writhing in a large mass. I couldn't even see the rotting meat underneath them. Dozens more maggots clung to the inside of the black plastic, which was coated with a thick light-brown slime. It was such a repulsive sight I thought I was going to throw up right there. But I didn't. I took a few minutes to get control of myself, fingering my clit while staring at the maggots, trying to work up the courage to continue.

I scooped up some of the slime on my gloved finger and brought it to my nose. I knew what it was from the reading I'd done before. It was digestive juices from the maggots, full of bacteria. And it smelled just horrible. I thought to myself, that's what I'm going to smell like. That's the stench that's going to come from my vagina. I want that, I thought, spreading my legs wide apart. I dragged my slimy finger between my pussy lips. My clit felt like a hard little pebble beneath the slime. I didn't want to cum right then, though, and I was still right on the edge of gagging, too. But I knew there was no turning back now, so I let my fingers lightly touch the top of the maggot mass. The maggots felt like nothing I'd experienced before. They seemed to have such energy, totally different from picking up an earthworm or something. And they felt so alive. I was fascinated and nauseated at the same time. Sinking my fingers into the mass, I felt the solid meat beneath. Gently breaking it apart, I could see that the meat had turned gray except for the very center which was still pink, and that the maggots had penetrated into it but not too deeply yet. There was still plently of food for my filthy little babies. I broke off a small chunk of meat that was covered on one side with maggots and held it for a moment while I fought back another urge to vomit. It was finally time, I thought. I leaned forward, and holding my pussy lips apart with one hand, I gritted my teeth and pushed the maggot-covered chunk of meat into my vagina. And then, totally without expecting it, I had an orgasm. A quick, sharp one that only made me want more.

And more was coming. I broke off another small chunk of meat, along with another part of the maggot mass and pushed it inside me. This one had more maggots on it, and I stopped for a moment to see if I could feel them inside me. I wasn't sure I could, but it didn't matter. I wanted them all. I needed to take them all inside me. With that thought, I went sort of wild. I started pushing bigger chunks of meat and maggots, and even handfuls of just maggots into me, over and over. I was practically hyperventilating, too. I wasn't thinking at all about the noise I must have been making. But now I could definitely feel the maggots squirming inside my vagina. Just the idea of it made me cum again.

Finally, once I had crammed all of the rotten meat, and all of the maggots I could inside me, I felt so filthy, so disgusting, like I'd turned myself into some low, depraved sort of beast. And that made me so incredibly hot, together with the constant movement of the maggots inside me. But it was time to go. Holding my hand over my crotch, I slowly crawled back to my clothes and managed to get dressed again without anything coming out. I put the gloves back into my pocket and climbed out of the dumpster. And right then I could hold back the revulsion of what I'd just done no longer. Holding myself up against the side of the dumpster, I threw up. Ever vomited while you were horny? It's weird.

Walking home down the alley, I felt like I was in a daze. I kept asking myself how I could have done this to myself, but then asking why I'd waited so long. I had to walk slowly to make sure nothing got squeezed out of my vagina, but also to keep from cumming again. I found myself amazed at the whole thing, that I'd stuffed the most intimate part of myself with these things that were too disgusting to even touch without gloves. And that I was totally getting off on it.

Once I was home, I locked myself in my bedroom, took off my clothes, except for my double-panties, and got into bed. I closed my eyes and just let myself feel the maggots squirming inside me. For a while I tried to watch TV, but I could really pay attention to it. The maggots were too wonderfully distracting. I skipped dinner. Later on, when I really had to pee, I did it by taking down my panties and holding my hand over my crotch, wearing the rubber gloves, of course.

The next morning I called off of work after being awake most of the night. I mainly stayed naked in my bed all day masturbating, barely getting up for anything. I wanted to do nothing but let my nauseating little babies grow inside my pussy. Pretty early, though, I realized the smell was getting really horrible. I opened the window. I also wet a bath towel and stuffed it under my bedroom door. I didn't want my parents to get suspicious.

A little later on I realized that I didn't need the panties to hold the maggots and the meat inside me. The mass pretty much stayed in place as long as I laid kind of still. I thought hey, I guess that means I'm infested, which made me cum again. I was always right on the edge of orgasm, and it didn't take much to go over the edge. I also noticed that the maggots seemed to be more active if I kept my legs apart and realized that they probably needed to breathe. So that's how I stayed a lot of the time. I did get up and read my email and posted an update on my web page but I couldn't seem to think clearly enough to write much. Then I had to pee again, but I just didn't want to get up. So I just peed in the bed. It made me cum. I just wanted to keep feeling the maggots moving. And they were. They seemed even stronger, in anything. I was totally in heaven with it. I didn't eat at all, either.

I heard my parents come home from work. During the evening my mom said hello through the door and wondered why I was staying in my room like a hermit. I said I was reading a novel all the way through at once, which I actually do sometimes. She left me alone. I hoped she didn't smell anything. I surfed the Web for a while that night and looked at porn. I came a few more times. I decided to go ahead and take a shit in my bed, right where I was. That just made me more turned on and I ended up smearing some of my shit over my thighs and my pussy and cumming again. I noticed that the maggots started coming out a bit. Maybe they liked the shit. A couple tmes one would creep up on my belly. I'd just flick it back down between my legs.

I was getting tired at that point. It really was time to sleep and my vagina was throbbing and kind of sore from all of the attention. But I was most worried about making sure my maggots could breathe while I was sleeping. Somehow, I managed to find the energy to place a chair on either side of my bed and use sheets to tie my ankles to them. That would keep my legs apart during the night. I pulled the blankets over myself and dozed off lying in my piss and shit.

For the most part I slept through the night, but I kept waking up sweating, with my vagina throbbing worse. I knew I was getting a bad infection from this, but I didn't care. I was not thinking right. I could also feel maggots crawling all over me. I guess I decided I liked that and I'd play with my clit until I came again. I don't know if I realized at the time that I wasn't wearing the rubber gloves anymore. I'd fall back to sleep and wake up again later with little phrases running through my head. Other girls have babies but I give birth to decay and filth, I'd keep thinking to myself. Or I'd say I'm probably ruining my womb and I don't care, I want to be ruined. I know I must have been hallucinating from the infection. I was hoping the maggots had given up on the rotten meat and were eating my vagina instead. My fingers were buried inside my vagina, with my fingertips against part of the meat. Whenever I pressed on it, the maggots would squirm faster and I'd climax again. I could do it over and over and keep cumming.

Finally it was Tuesday morning and sunlight made me wake up. I knew I was really, really sick at that point. I felt weak and dizzy, I knew I had a fever, and now my whole lower belly was sore and throbbing. Despite all that I was still horny and I was still right on the edge of cumming. And then for some reason, all I wanted to do was see my maggots.

I pulled the blankets aside and saw that I really did have maggots crawling all over my body. I was so whacked out I loved it. But I also saw that I had a rash spreading over my tummy and my thighs, and I was soaked with sweat. And then suddenly I needed to see what it looked like between my legs. I sat up a little, picked up the hand mirror I have on the table next to my bed, and held it between my thighs.

My pussy was totally gaped wide open. I'd never seen it like that before. It reminded me of a mouth in a sick, gagging expression. My inner lips were swollen and dark purple, almost black, while my outer lips were cherry red and I was losing a layer of dead skin, like a sunburn. A stream of the light brown slime was oozing from inside my vagina and down my butt crack onto the shitty mattress. Although I could still feel a large mass of maggots and rotten meat inside me, there were maggots everywhere between my legs. Hundreds of them.

And then I saw my fingers on my pussy. They plunged deep into my vagina and dragged out a wad of slime and maggots, which I pressed hard against my clit. I remember having a huge orgasm right then, and I must have passed out. I think I was sobbing too, but I'm not sure.

That's all I remember until I woke up in the hospital. I'll write about that later.

Apr 19, 2019

 

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Goblin

 

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