CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
NOTE: thing through time and pope terrible will not return this thing
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my left hand hurts probably a hand attack
HEART attack
that's what it is
so tired all the time
lol
timere DOF LIFE
tire dof lfdisag
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hggfdsh
)agsjgjas
ha
h
a
hd
ah
hafH
HOW ABOUT A NEW CHARACTEr
NOT A CHARLES OR FRNAK HORSE
bUT
REGf
g
ga
UMM
HARRY SNIFFER
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Harry was an odd boy. Everyone knew it but him. He thought he was normal and everyone else was odd. He like to smell things. Other people didn't seem to care about smelling. He'd smell other children in school. He knew them all by smell. Of course other children didn't like him smelling them. A girl slapped him once. He stood there, embarrassed, not know what to do. She smirked. That hurt more than the slap. He stormed away.
He ended up in the toilets. He could smell shit. He could tell the difference between his shit and other people's shit. It was funny, he wondered if other people ever thought about that. It seemed so obvious to him. He hated other people's shit. He liked the smell of his own.
He did a shit to drown out the smell of the other shit. It comforted him somewhat.
He thought about the girl. She'd smelled nice, actually. Yet she'd slapped him for sniffing her hair. Maybe things that smell nice aren't always nice. It was a valuable lesson to learn.
He found himself wondering if girl shit smelled differently from boy shit. This thought expanded and filled his mind. He could think of nothing else.
He wondered what her shit would smell like.
He finally came out of the toilets. He'd missed class. He didn't care. He hung around the halls. No one seemed to notice him anyway. Finally the other kids were moving about. He saw her. He followed her. He wanted to sniff her bum.
She went into the girls' toilet.
He followed her in.
There was no one else inside. He hadn't even considered the possibility. He was so single minded that he didn't care anymore. He hid in a stall (it was all stalls in the girls, he noted, how odd) while she took a shit. He heard her shit splash in the water. He giggled, a little. It was funny. Not that he normally found shitting funny, but just to think that she was doing it. That she was no better than him. He heard her get up. She hadn't flushed. Dirty. This was so perfect.
He waited until she was gone then got out and went into her stall. Her shit was floating there. She had left it for him. It was a nice colour, he thought. And it smelled...different from boy shit! Yes! He couldn't put his finger on why. He had to get closer. He kneeled down in front of the toilet bowl. His nose was inside now.
Would it be so bad to scoop her shit out and rub it all over his face then run around the school madly laughing?
No, he wouldn't do that. He just want to smell her shit. Take it all in. He felt a little sick now. It didn't smell better than boy shit, just different. It was just different shit.
But now he knew her by her true scent.
The next day when they were in school he tripped her up as she walked by his desk. She stumbled and fell into another desk. He just sat there. When she got up she looked around confsued. He looked at her, like the others. She didn't tell on him. She must have known it was him.
He could feel the smell of her shit as he looked into her eyes. That was what she was to him now.
Later on he jagged her with a pin in a busy hall. He disappeared into the other people. He didn't mind rubbing up against them, being bumped into. He didn't care. They would have cared. That's what made him different. He saw her looking around confsued, still standing there, looiking angry. It felt good.
And in his mouth he could still taste the smell of his shit.
The next day he wrote a note and left it on her desk.
"I know who you are."
He did nothing else to her that dare, but observe her scared, confused face. He masturbated for the first time ever that night.
He could taste her shit as he did it. He could always taste her shit everytime he masturbated from then on. He grew to love it.
He decided he would eat her shit one day.
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funny story!
_________________
my left hand hurts probably a hand attack
HEART attack
that's what it is
so tired all the time
lol
timere DOF LIFE
tire dof lfdisag
d
hggfdsh
)agsjgjas
ha
h
a
hd
ah
hafH
HOW ABOUT A NEW CHARACTEr
NOT A CHARLES OR FRNAK HORSE
bUT
REGf
g
ga
UMM
HARRY SNIFFER
___________________
Harry was an odd boy. Everyone knew it but him. He thought he was normal and everyone else was odd. He like to smell things. Other people didn't seem to care about smelling. He'd smell other children in school. He knew them all by smell. Of course other children didn't like him smelling them. A girl slapped him once. He stood there, embarrassed, not know what to do. She smirked. That hurt more than the slap. He stormed away.
He ended up in the toilets. He could smell shit. He could tell the difference between his shit and other people's shit. It was funny, he wondered if other people ever thought about that. It seemed so obvious to him. He hated other people's shit. He liked the smell of his own.
He did a shit to drown out the smell of the other shit. It comforted him somewhat.
He thought about the girl. She'd smelled nice, actually. Yet she'd slapped him for sniffing her hair. Maybe things that smell nice aren't always nice. It was a valuable lesson to learn.
He found himself wondering if girl shit smelled differently from boy shit. This thought expanded and filled his mind. He could think of nothing else.
He wondered what her shit would smell like.
He finally came out of the toilets. He'd missed class. He didn't care. He hung around the halls. No one seemed to notice him anyway. Finally the other kids were moving about. He saw her. He followed her. He wanted to sniff her bum.
She went into the girls' toilet.
He followed her in.
There was no one else inside. He hadn't even considered the possibility. He was so single minded that he didn't care anymore. He hid in a stall (it was all stalls in the girls, he noted, how odd) while she took a shit. He heard her shit splash in the water. He giggled, a little. It was funny. Not that he normally found shitting funny, but just to think that she was doing it. That she was no better than him. He heard her get up. She hadn't flushed. Dirty. This was so perfect.
He waited until she was gone then got out and went into her stall. Her shit was floating there. She had left it for him. It was a nice colour, he thought. And it smelled...different from boy shit! Yes! He couldn't put his finger on why. He had to get closer. He kneeled down in front of the toilet bowl. His nose was inside now.
Would it be so bad to scoop her shit out and rub it all over his face then run around the school madly laughing?
No, he wouldn't do that. He just want to smell her shit. Take it all in. He felt a little sick now. It didn't smell better than boy shit, just different. It was just different shit.
But now he knew her by her true scent.
The next day when they were in school he tripped her up as she walked by his desk. She stumbled and fell into another desk. He just sat there. When she got up she looked around confsued. He looked at her, like the others. She didn't tell on him. She must have known it was him.
He could feel the smell of her shit as he looked into her eyes. That was what she was to him now.
Later on he jagged her with a pin in a busy hall. He disappeared into the other people. He didn't mind rubbing up against them, being bumped into. He didn't care. They would have cared. That's what made him different. He saw her looking around confsued, still standing there, looiking angry. It felt good.
And in his mouth he could still taste the smell of his shit.
The next day he wrote a note and left it on her desk.
"I know who you are."
He did nothing else to her that dare, but observe her scared, confused face. He masturbated for the first time ever that night.
He could taste her shit as he did it. He could always taste her shit everytime he masturbated from then on. He grew to love it.
He decided he would eat her shit one day.
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funny story!
s. With chocolate milk. :biggrin: