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May 3, 2006 at 10:18 am #27681
philkansevin
Participantwell sense this forum is so jumping 🙄 I thought I would ask this question. Do you remember the first time you thought of a girl you where setting across from in class growing, or a woman walking down the street just ripping out of her clothes?
I remeber mine let's call her Rebecca (not real name) 8th grade she was the class hotty mainly because she was an early bloomer. I was just sitting there like every other guy in the class looking at her, she had this tight white button up shirt on the sleeves a little short and BAM. My imagination just took over and in my head buttons just went flying.
My mind countined a rip went down her back and her arms freed themselves from her sleeves as they seperated from the rest of her shirt. She got up in a panic to try and cover herself when her behind seperated the seam on her jeans. The next thing that happened was her feet shot out the fronts of her cloth keds and when she took a step the heels did the same.
Well that's all I can recall of mine what about yours?
May 3, 2006 at 11:02 am #27682yaracyrrah80
ParticipantGreat thread!
My fantasies don't tend toward growth or transformation, just muscular supergirls. But I definitely remember several of my earliest fantasies. My memory betrays me on the chronology, but here's what I remember of my first three, in the order I *think* they occurred.
1) I think this was in third grade. I was into gadgets, so I had the idea of a team of special agents who used gadgets to do stuff. I discovered the need for an adversarial group. What's the nemesis of a third-grade boy?–a third-grade girl. What's the opposite of gadgetry?–brute force. So the most cootie-ful girls in my class became the Muscle Girls.
… And then I began to realize that I was more interested in the Muscle Girls than in the original gadgeteers.
2) The next year, I think, I happened to see this book in a bookstore. I had time to kill, so I read it on the spot. There's some discussion of how to add muscles to the Wonder Kid costume.
3) … so I began to fantasize about a girl in my class as SuperDuperKid. Her costume was red with gold; I was trying to be distinctive (from Superman, of course, and Wonder Kid's costume was based on Superman's) and I hadn't heard of the Marvel family yet. (I never did get into actual comic books.) I don't recall any of her adventures, but I do recall that sometimes I was involved as the brains directing her brawn.
Gosh, what a trip down memory lane! One final memory. After that year, the next time I saw that girl was our senior year of high school. We had a class together. By then she had neon pink hair (iffy) and a nose ring (a definite turn-off). But one day in class I managed to say something really insightful, and after class she came over to tell me that she'd been really impressed by what I'd said. :-D.
… And now I have the urge to try and write a story about SuperDuperKid.
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May 3, 2006 at 9:16 pm #27683
TC2ParticipantI believe mine must have hit me either 1st or 2nd grade. It was after I had finished with class that I had a dream of a girl in my class getting hit by a red laser beam. As the laser beam stayed focused on her body she slowly began to grow, since I used to go to catholic school this would be the school uniform that would start to rip.
The socks began to split open, her back ripped out from behind and her biceps exploded out of her sleeves. Being that I was a young kid back then I didn't want her to have breasts! So I censored them from my head, of course now that I'm older I definitely don't censor breasts but that was definitely my first official daydream.
Things just kind of took off from there.
May 4, 2006 at 10:32 am #27684ParticipantI believe mine must have hit me either 1st or 2nd grade. It was after I had finished with class that I had a dream of a girl in my class getting hit by a red laser beam. As the laser beam stayed focused on her body she slowly began to grow, since I used to go to catholic school this would be the school uniform that would start to rip.
The socks began to split open, her back ripped out from behind and her biceps exploded out of her sleeves. Being that I was a young kid back then I didn't want her to have breasts! So I censored them from my head, of course now that I'm older I definitely don't censor breasts but that was definitely my first official daydream.
Things just kind of took off from there.
I've always been intrested in this so i'll ask. you where in first or second grade? did you realize what you where doing at the time how did you rationize what you just thought of at such a young age?
Great thread!
would be if deadly pixxxe or magnus showed up 🙁
May 4, 2006 at 5:31 pm #27685TC2ParticipantI think I was in 1st grade. To me I just thought it was a weird dream, I didn't know why I was thinking about that or why it was even that particular student as I didn't have a crush on her.
The only thing I did know was that I thought it was kind of cool and actually very fascinating. It got to the point that as my fascination grew with growing women that it became something that got the blood pumping just by thinking about it. But definitely at that young age I had no idea what those thoughts were doing in my head.
May 4, 2006 at 8:45 pm #27686Deadly Pixxxie
ParticipantAsk and ye shall receive, good sir. 😀
*curtseys*
My earliest fantasy…..hmmm….
I'd have to say it involved a rather…bad time in my life. I had just gotten thrown out of my parent's house and was couch surfing and staying with friends. To make matters worse…I was having my growth spurts, so my clothes weren't exactly fitting well…including my shoes. So as a result, I had to borrow my friend's mother's shoes….those old lady-ish looking nurse type lace up shoes.
Not exactly the most fashionable look for a teenaged girl, let me tell you. 😆
Because…my pants were above my ankles and I had gnarly looking shoes and I was always fussing with my brassiere and I was really tall and I had what the other girls called a "weird ass accent from some European place", some of the preppier girls tended to pick on me. My friend and I were walking through the lunch room when one of the girls tripped me and I went nose first into the floor. Then one the other girls stole my lunch and threw it away. So I went to nurse's office, got cleaned up and got on with my day…but I was fuming….livid….beyond angry. In algebra class (and it's always a math class isn't it?), I just started having this elaborate daydream about how things would have been different if I had some kind of super-power…like super speed or the ability to stop time…or if I was super strong….yeah…that's it!! And from there…the fantasy flourished and I had visions of my thin and pale arms gaining a greenish tint and muscle mass, shredding the sleeves of my vintage t-shirt. My thoughts progressed to my jeans beginning to hug my runner's legs, seams slowly starting to pop and rip…..and I could have sworn that I felt those ugly ass shoes of mine getting tighter in the toe area….and I could have sworn I heard a lace snap and the worn in leather groaning and protesting. As every second ticked by, my clothing got tighter and tighter….rips formed around my breasts, revealing my overly tightened bra straps…the button fly on my jeans began to pop open…my shoes creaked and groaned and my cute little pink toes revealed themselves…my skin got greener and greener……my red hair turned black……My bra snapped open and ripped apart and I was standing there….nude….and angry…and strong and beautiful and GREEN. I grabbed my desk and slammed it into that preppy bitch's face with all of my gamma enhanced strength and fury!!!!
At least I thought I did.
In actually, I was snoring a bit. And the teacher said I was mumbling in my sleep and I drooled a bit. And I was twitching.
Yep.
That was my first time.
May 6, 2006 at 4:36 pm #27687Emiel Slot
ParticipantNice fantasy, Deadly Pixxxie. It's funny to read it. I think when that gonna happen, you can get those girls back from bully you. Keep rembering your fantasy.
May 6, 2006 at 9:10 pm #27688ParticipantI already got back at them.
Three weeks later, I keyed their cars and I beat one girl up after school and took her shoes.
😎
May 9, 2006 at 8:57 am #27689magnus knight
Participant😐
Ouch, taking another girl's shoes. Such rage, such emotion.
Yet it also is oddly alluring to picture. Part of me wishes I could have seen such an event. I like to watch and observe the world around me, and female shoe theft is something I have never seen.
As for my first daydream….
maybe later…..
_M.
May 9, 2006 at 10:55 pm #27690ParticipantAs for my first daydream….
maybe later…..
😡
Poohead!!!
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