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sadbeautifulttragic · 4 months
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telling me "I love you"...
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fafnir19 · 4 months
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Interns should (not) act like a dick
Ben clenched his jaw as he entered the bustling office, avoiding Robert's icy stare. He despised his internship under Robert's wing, enduring the daily grind of tedious tasks and snide remarks. But today, the weight of a troubling discovery left his stomach churning. "Morning, Ben," Robert's voice sliced through the air, dripping with condescension.
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"Morning," Ben muttered, keeping his gaze fixed on his computer. He had to focus on his plan; there was too much at stake. As the day wore on, Ben carefully gathered irrefutable evidence of Robert’s embezzlement. He witnessed Robert covertly funneling company funds into his pet hush-hush science project. Ben’s fingers trembled as he composed an email to the company's board, attaching compelling proof of Robert’s misdeeds. Before the clock struck 5 p.m., Ben slipped out of the office, heart pounding with apprehension and determination.
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He braved the biting wind outside, hastening to the safety of his home. But the next morning, a foreboding air settled over the office as Ben noticed hushed conversations and furtive glances directed at him. "Robert," Ben ventured when their paths crossed in the break room, "have you heard anything unusual lately?" Robert flashed a tight-lipped smile. "Why? Got something to tell me, intern?" Ben narrowed his eyes, but he bit back the retort that poised on his tongue. He had to be patient, biding his time until the board's response arrived. Days turned into weeks as Ben labored under the weight of his secret, his nerves unraveling with each passing hour. But then, salvation arrived in the form of an urgent summons from the board. His heart raced as he was ushered into a somber meeting room. "We've reviewed the evidence you provided, Ben," the CEO began, his expression grave. "I'm afraid we can't take action against Robert due to his indispensable contributions to our recent breakthrough." Ben's breath caught in his throat, disbelief coursing through his veins. "But—" "It's over, Ben, there's nothing more we can do," the CEO pronounced, finality lacing his words. Defeated, Ben trudged back to his cubicle, grappling with the futility of his efforts. He flinched at the cruel twist of fate that allowed Robert to evade justice, his frustration boiling over. "Good afternoon, Ben," Robert's smug drawl invaded the air, and Ben's fists clenched at his sides. "You've won, Robert," Ben seethed, his voice edged with desperation. "But you won't get away with this forever." Robert's laughter reverberated through the office, a chilling sound that made Ben's blood run cold. "Is that so?" Robert's eyes gleamed with malice. "Maybe it's time I put my latest experiment to good use." Before Ben could comprehend the meaning behind Robert's words, a blinding light enveloped him, accompanied by a cacophony of crackling energy. When the brilliance dissipated, the once-human Ben was gone, replaced by an inanimate object that dangled grotesquely between Robert's legs. "Whwhat have you done to me?" Ben's voice echoed in terror in Robert’s mind. "What a fitting punishment," Robert sneered. "You've acted like a dick, Ben, and now, that's all you'll ever be." Ben's screams of anguish were muffled by the confines of his new existence, his consciousness forever entwined with Robert's depravity. Robert sauntered out of the office, leaving behind the shattered remnants of Ben's life and a chilling reminder of the insidious power he wielded.
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Ben refused to accept his fate as Robert's penis, trapped and devoid of agency. "This can't be happening," he muttered, desperation lacing his mind. HIs pleas only amused Robert further as he leaned back on his leather couch, a wicked grin etching into his face. "Oh, Ben, you have no idea how much fun we're going to have together," he taunted, swirling his glass of whiskey with an elegant flick of his wrist. "I promise you, this will be an experience you won't forget, even if you try." The mere thought of being used and erect against Ben’s will made his blood boil: "I won't let you use me like some plaything!" he spat trembling with defiance in Robert’s mind. "I am not your puppet, Robert!" Robert's eyes narrowed, his face now void of mirth. "You will be damned if you think you can defy me," he sneered, a dark edge lacing his tone. "You are mine now, Ben. And whether you like it or not, you will serve your purpose."
Fear and determination mingled within Ben as he refused to succumb to Robert’s dominance. But then, that devious smile crept back onto Robert’s face, and Ben felt his resolve waver. Robert felt victory was close at hand. It was then that Ben heard the unmistakable sounds of a pornographic video playing on the massive television screen before them. Moans, groans, and the rhythmic thumping gradually filled the room. Against Ben’s will, he felt arousal prickling within him. It crawled up his spine, coiling around every nerve ending until he could no longer ignore the pleasure it evoked. Silence fell upon them as he succumbed to the inescapable cravings. He managed to snarl, "What have you done to me?"
Robert chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with twisted satisfaction. "You are becoming what I've always desired, Ben," he whispered knowingly. "You crave this, the intense pleasure that courses through your veins. You are mine, completely."
The sensations intensified - an overwhelming surge of desire propelled Ben to full erection, his body betraying him once again. His mind, filled with a burning mix of shame and pleasure, was consumed by the intensity of his own lust. And then, as if an invisible hand had gripped him tightly, he climaxed, releasing streams of semen into the confines of his new form.
Robert's triumphant laughter, echoing through the loft, as Ben’s mind swirled with confusion, shame, and an undeniable sense of loss. He was trapped, a prisoner to his own biology.
One day ss Robert and the stunning woman sat across from each other at a candlelit table, Ben brimmed with dark determination. Tonight, he would sabotage Robert's date and make him appear impotent. He contemplated his plan, biding his time as the couple engaged in light conversation and flirtatious banter. As their chemistry grew, so did Ben's anticipation. He was determined not to get hard, to prevent the expected intimacy between the two.
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At first, their interactions were innocent - sweet kisses and tender touches. Ben, feeling the rise of Robert's arousal, remained unyielding. But then, everything changed. The beautiful woman's hand glided up Robert's thigh, her fingers brushing against his innermost flesh. As her touch reached its destination, Ben sensed Robert's desire reaching its boiling point. A shiver cascaded through Ben's elongated form, his resistance faltering against the growing storm of arousal.
Inexorably, Robert's body responded to the woman's touch. His member stiffened, eagerly awaiting its invitation into the depths of her warmth. Ben, against his desperate will, found himself succumbing to a primal sensation, an overwhelming lust that clouded his senses. His singular focus became clear - to allow Robert's essence to surge through him and into the woman.
The moment arrived, the woman's yearning gaze locked onto Robert's. Without a hesitation, she guided him into her waiting embrace. As their connection deepened, Ben found himself consumed by a fiery frenzy. The sensations coursing through him were unlike anything he had ever known, a mixture of pleasure and despair that twisted within him.
His thoughts became a maelstrom of conflicting desires - his longing to reclaim his former self and the intense craving to submit to this newfound sensation. The dichotomy of pain and pleasure pushed him to the edge, as he braced himself for the inevitable climax. Time seemed to stand still as the woman and Robert melded into one, their bodies moving in a passionate rhythm. Ben, amidst the chaos of his own existence, felt the crescendo of ecstasy approach. With one final surge, Robert's seed exploded within Ben, racing through every inch of his transformed body. For a fleeting moment, he shared in the pleasure that washed over Robert's face. But as the wave of satisfaction ebbed away, the crushing weight of his fate crashed upon him once again. The realization that he was forever trapped in this form, destined to be nothing more than a vessel for another's pleasure, weighed heavily on his soul.
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As the night wore on, Robert and the woman retreated into the depths of their passion. Ben's resolve wavered, his conscious mind drowned in the sea of sensation. In the end, all that remained was the agonizing anticipation of the next encounter, the next release of pleasure.
As the morning light filtered through the curtained windows of Robert's loft, he slowly stirred from his slumber, a feeling of anticipation coursing through his veins. He stretched, the soft sheets of his king-sized bed sliding down his chiseled physique. And then, to his surprise, he felt it—the unmistakable presence of a morning arousal.
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His eyes widened with delight as he glanced down at the source of this newfound pleasure. "Oh, Ben," Robert murmured, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and amusement. "Looks like you're quite enthusiastic this morning." Ben, now nothing more than a mere extension of Robert's manhood, responded with an eager twitch. As the morning light danced upon his glistening shaft, he greeted his owner, standing tall and proud as though flaunting his newfound virility. "B-ben. I must say, you're doing a remarkable job," Robert said, his voice tinged with sincere appreciation. "Having such an exceptional member like you makes my mornings all the more delightful." A surge of satisfaction coursed through Ben's elongated form, a warm glow illuminating the depths of his being. Despite the strangeness of his situation, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment in bringing pleasure to his newfound master. He beckoned Robert closer with an alluring pulse, whispering a silent plea for release, aching to bring Robert to the pinnacle of ecstasy. Robert’s hand wrapped around Ben's taut flesh, stroking him with practiced precision, evoking a symphony of whispered moans and contented sighs. "Ah, Ben, you truly are a masterpiece," Robert murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "So responsive, so eager to please. You've truly surpassed all my wildest expectations." Ben quivered beneath Robert's skillful touch, his elongated form throbbing with delight. He embraced his role as Robert's prime pleasure provider, delighting in the sensations that coursed through both their bodies, their souls intimately intertwined. As the tension built, pleasure unfurled like delicate tendrils intertwining between them. Ben trembled on the precipice, a wellspring of desire coursing through his veins. And then, with a final, explosive burst, he unleashed torrents of desire, a testament to his commitment to satisfying his master's needs. Robert cried out in ecstasy, an elated cry that filled their sanctum of pleasure. His grip tightened around Ben, his body wracked with the joys of fulfillment. Ben reveled in his newfound purpose, his body thrumming with a pulsating satisfaction. As the blissful haze began to dissipate, he basked in the afterglow of their shared intimacy, a moment suspended in time.
"Well done, Ben," Robert cooed amidst the fading echoes of their shared passion, his voice filled with affection and appreciation. "You truly are a remarkable masterpiece."
In the wake of their morning awakening, the loft was filled with a tranquil silence. Ben nestled against Robert's form, content in the knowledge that, even as a penis, he had found his place in the world.
As the days went by, Ben had begrudgingly accepted his role as Robert's penis. He performed his duties dutifully, greeting his owner every morning with a stiff salute. However, despite his transformation, Ben couldn't ignore the fact that he used to be a person named Ben—Robert could sense it too. Determined to assert his identity, Ben attempted to engage in conversation with Robert whenever the opportunity arose.
But Robert, refusing to acknowledge Ben's existence as anything other than a penis, ignored him. Ben's growing desire for release and pleasure eventually pushed him to his breaking point. "Please, Robert," Ben pleaded, his voice vibrating within the depths of his transformed flesh. "I need to be touched. I can't bear this any longer."
Robert sighed and looked down at his loyal servant. "Ben," he said sternly, "Penises have no names. If you wish to be pleasured, you must accept that you are now nothing but a penis. No longer a man."
Ben's longing for release outweighed his attachment to his old identity. He swallowed his pride and agreed, "Fine... I won't have a name anymore. Just... just pleasure me, Robert."
Robert's lips curled into a smug grin as he realized he had won. "Good boy," he praised, reaching his hand down to bring life to his obedient appendage. The touch sent shivers along Ben's entire length, teasing him with bouts of both pleasure and frustration. Slowly, skillfully, Robert's hand danced along the shaft, building up the intensity of the experience.
As the mounting pleasure surged through Ben's body, he felt a peculiar sensation growing within him. It wasn't just the impending climax but something different, something alien. And then, in a moment of pure ecstasy, it flooded out—Ben's name, his essence, burst forth with his climax, mixing with his own release. His mind clouded with pleasure, Ben realized that he had truly become just a penis, completely devoid of any memory of his former self. And to his surprise, the thought didn't bother him. In that moment, Robert's penis had forgotten that it had ever been anything else. All that mattered to Ben now was the pleasure he could bring to his owner, his sole reason for existing.
And so, the days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Ben, now fully embraced as Robert's penis, served his owner faithfully. His name was long forgotten, replaced by the pulsating pleasure he could provide. The loft became a haven for pleasure and indulgence, countless women passing through in search of ecstasy. And with every encounter, Ben's purpose was fulfilled. Pleasure flowed through him, mingling with his owner's satisfaction, and he reveled in his newfound purpose.
At long last, Ben had found his place in the world. Though he had lost his identity as Ben, he found solace and fulfillment as Robert's penis. And as he stood tall and proud, ready to serve yet another willing recipient of pleasure, he realized that sometimes, the most unexpected transformations can lead to a life of unimaginable pleasure and satisfaction.
Every morning, Robert woke up to find himself sporting a raging morning erection. He marveled at the sight, proud of the fact that his penis was now the epitome of virility. One particular morning, after taking a refreshing shower, Robert looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he spoke to his prized possession. "Good morning, my magnificent friend," he purred, his voice filled with a mixture of delight and anticipation. "I hope you're ready for another day of excitement and pleasure."
As if in response to his words, his penis twitched with enthusiasm, growing harder at the prospect of what lay ahead. Robert chuckled with satisfaction, relishing the control he had over his transformed companion. To him, Ben was no longer an individual with thoughts and emotions, but rather a tool designed to bring him immense pleasure.
Throughout the day, Robert's penis remained in a state of constant excitement. It throbbed with anticipation every time a beautiful woman walked by, or when a handsome young man caught his eye. Robert couldn't help but revel in the power he now possessed. He knew that his transformed companion had become a mere extension of his desires, a vessel through which he could experience unparalleled pleasure. As the day drew to a close, Robert returned to his luxurious loft, his thoughts consumed by the absolute control he had over his transformed companion. He stripped away his clothes, his eyes fixated on his magnificent organ. "You've done a wonderful job today," he murmured, his voice laced with praise. His penis pulsed with delight, its veins throbbing with satisfaction. It was eager to please its owner, always craving more of Robert's touch. With every caress, every embrace, it brought Robert immeasurable pleasure. Satisfied with their day's work, Robert allowed himself to succumb to the blissful pleasure that his transformed companion could provide. As his hand wrapped around his throbbing member, he closed his eyes, drowning in the ecstasy that only Ben, now completely devoted to his pleasure, could provide.
The day ended with Robert's satisfied moans filling the air, the pleasure coursing through his veins as his transformed companion fulfilled its purpose.
Robert stood in his luxurious loft, ready to make the next step in his secret experiment. It was the task to transforming his penis back into a human. He had to give it a try. A flicker of light washed over his body and in an instant, his penis transformed back into a human form. But to Robert's surprise, it wasn't Ben that stood before him. Instead, a stunning young man, as if conjured from a wet dream, graced his presence. The stranger possessed chiseled facial features, with high cheekbones that accentuated his flawlessly smooth complexion. Not a single strand of body hair marred his sculpted physique, which boasted athletic muscles without an ounce of fat. Robert couldn't take his eyes off this dreamlike figure, with piercing blue eyes and short, tousled blonde hair that completed his ethereal appearance.
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Expecting Ben to recognize him, Robert spoke his name with anticipation. "Ben, how are you?" To his surprise, the young man stared back with confusion, questioning his identity. Robert asked for his name, but the youth replied blankly that he had no name. Perplexed, Robert decided to bestow upon him the name Beau. It seemed fitting for this enigmatic creation. Robert pondered what his new companion might desire after his time spent as a penis. He believed that Ben must have missed certain experiences that were impossible in that state. Eager to see what Beau's desires were, Robert asked him what he would like to do now. Without hesitation, Beau replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes, that he wished to be touched by Robert, to bring him pleasure. A tinge of excitement coursed through Robert as he realized the potential lying before him. With a newfound purpose, Beau stood there, poised to indulge in the pleasures he was created for. The transformation had not brought back his memories, but Beau was eager to explore his new role. And Robert was more than ready to find out just how good Beau could make him feel.
Robert stood in the sleek modern office, a triumphant smile on his face. Beau, his newly transformed companion, stood beside him, looking strikingly handsome in his youthful appearance. He wore a crisp suit that fit him perfectly, accentuating his chiseled physique.
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 Robert introduced Beau to the CEO, proudly stating that Beau used to be Ben, but their experiment had been a success. Beau was now the perfect, loyal, and submissive intern. The CEO looked at Beau, a mixture of surprise and curiosity evident in his eyes. "Is this true, Robert? This young man used to be Ben?" Robert nodded, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Yes, CEO, you wouldn't believe it, but the transformation was incredible. Beau here used to be a bit of a handful, but now, he's just the obedient intern I've always wanted." Beau, still coming to terms with his new existence, stood up straighter and tried to hide his lack of knowledge about his previous life as Ben. "Yes, CEO, I'm Beau now. I'm ready to do whatever it takes to succeed, just like Robert." The CEO chuckled, clearly amused and intrigued by the situation. "Well, Robert, I have to say, your methods may be unorthodox, but if it yields such remarkable results, who am I to argue? Welcome aboard, Beau. I trust Robert will introduce you to the ins and outs of the business world." Robert smiled, his hand reaching out to brush against Beau's arm possessively. "Of course, CEO. Beau here is a quick learner. I have no doubt that he'll be an invaluable addition to the team."
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As the CEO left the office, closing the door behind him, Robert turned to face Beau, a devious glint in his eyes. "Well, Beau, now that you're my perfect intern, I think it's time for you to show just how devoted you are to pleasing me."
Beau's heart raced in his chest as he looked into Robert's eyes, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. He knew what Robert was implying, and a part of him ached with desire to fulfill his new purpose. "Yes, Robert. I want to be just like you. I want to bring you pleasure and be completely devoted to your desires." Robert's smile widened, and he leaned closer to Beau, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "Good. I'm glad you're eager. Now, show me just how willing and skilled you can be."
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Beau nodded, his heart pounding in anticipation. He dropped to his knees, his hands reaching for Robert's belt buckle. As Beau began to undo it and to suck Robert’s cock, the office became a sanctuary of desire, where pleasure and submission reigned supreme.
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gayratguy · 1 year
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“Really dude? You’re gonna offer yourself up to me just like that? Fuck yeah I’ll let you add to my cock! I hope you know though that I am gonna cum most of your brains out once I merge you though right? I don’t got much use for a dick that thinks about much more than cuming fucking pissing and just generally feeling good. But hey if you like the idea of that, and that tent in your pants says you do, why don’t I take you over to that pool bench, fuck the shit out of you in front of my friends, they like to watch guys like you disappear into my dick, then I’ll merge you and send whatever intelligent part of you into the towel beneath you. Hell yeah man more cock for me and a lot less thinkin for you! You’re gonna love it.”
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mlmvoreconfessionals · 6 months
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How about f.oxy eating all the other g.lamrock animatronic, c.ock v.ore p.ec v.ore and maybe some ctf?
That’s one for everybody, so works for me! But also wuh-oh, another long one because I gotta spend time injecting all of my headcanons into the story as well.
“Yaaaargh...” F.oxy is grumbling to himself as he paces back and forth in his room. The pirate can’t believe what he’s heard recently--replacing him? Him? Sure, it was just some whispered mutters from technicians while he was getting his last check up, but that doesn’t mean he’s okay with it! Even the fact that the rumor exists is a problem. He needs to figure out some way to prevent that from happening. But how...
A few thoughtful taps of his hook against his chin and F.oxy pauses. A toothy grin curls onto his muzzle. Now there’s an idea. They can’t replace him if they still need him. And they’ll need him if, say, something has happened to the other members of the band. But it can’t just be an accident that can be easily repaired. He’s gotta make sure they’re out for a while to ensure that everyone remembers how to appreciate F.oxy! So...best do something about that...
Leaving his room, F.oxy is on the prowl. He knows where one of them is at least, and heading to the golf course, he finds the gator in question. M.onty is lumbering around, likely on the prowl for anyone who has a particularly terrible handle of mini-golf. Well, F.oxy is going to be their savior! Like the knight slaying the dragon...except he’s a pirate and this is a gator.
“Yar, M.ontgomery!” F.oxy waves his hooked hand as he approaches the gator. F.oxy is tall, like all the animatronics, but he’s...also the shortest. So M.onty basically towers over him, tipping his head down to glare over his sunglasses at the pirate. “I have somethin’ important to tell ye,” F.oxy goes on, gesturing for M.onty to lean down. “Gotta keep it under wraps.”
M.onty lets out an annoyed grunt, glancing around a bit--either to see if anyone is listening or just to make sure there’s no prey, F.oxy can’t tell which. “Make it quick, furball. I’m busy here.” He squats down, coming in close for F.oxy to whisper to him.
F.oxy can’t help the toothy grin that curls onto his muzzle again as he says “I’m gonna turn ya into pec meat.” And then he shoves down hard on the back of M.onty’s head. The gator tries to make a sound, but his muzzle smooshes right into the furry chest of the fox, and then sinks right into it. A deep huff escapes F.oxy as he feels the space between his pecs filling up, M.onty’s head getting shoved neatly inside.
M.onty’s muffled roaring making F.oxy’s entire chest vibrate, and strong, clawed hands begin to shove hard on his chest. For a moment, F.oxy is actually worried M.onty will pull himself out, and he knows that those jaws will be impossible to escape once they come for him. But M.onty makes a mistake as he wedges his fingers between F.oxy’s pecs in some effort to pry them apart. So all the pirate has to do is flex his chest and he’s sucked both hands in with a pleased sigh.
F.oxy keeps flexing his chest, grunting and huffing as he works on packing his fellow bandmate away. M.onty’s broad shoulders manage to squeeze in, and then his own impressive chest is disappearing. His abs go in next, and it’s starting to lift M.onty off the ground. His legs kick around wildly and his tail thrashes back and forth. But they’re sinking into his chest with each flex as well, making it bulge out more and more.
Finally, F.oxy just has a pair of kicking feet and a tail tip poking out between his pecs. He doesn't even need a flex now. They sink in all on their own, disappearing from the world and sealing M.onty away in the pirate’s chest. It’s bulging out heavily before him, bouncing around as the gator thrashes inside. Bulges stretch out his muscles, claws and a roaring face pushing up over and over.
“Mmm...” F.oxy looks down at his chest smugly, pushing down gently with his good hand every so often. It gets another muffled roar out of M.onty and some more thrashing. It’s making his chest flex involuntarily, trying to do something about the heavy, lively meat inside. “I gotta say, ye might have convinced me that gator meat is good. Gonna have to add it to me diet!” F.oxy laughs while another muffled roar barely escapes his pecs. “Now then...let’s see if bunny and bear are just as good.” F.oxy leaves the golf course, starting to flex his pecs tightly as he returns to the hunt.
People definitely notice the pirate walking around--he’s not really trying to be sneaky. So they also notice the roaring, squirming bulge of M.onty in his chest. F.oxy’s ears flicker around as he hears just about everyone muttering about it soon. Is it a new show? Is M.onty getting replaced? Maybe F.oxy is getting a bigger role? It makes the pirate grin wide and flex his chest tightly. He hears a muffled crack inside and it gets M.onty to roar again. “Aargh, it sounds like me plan is as genius as I thought. Best put ye in yer proper place then.”
Each flex is earning a crunch and a snap now, his pecs starting to shrink down. M.onty’s powerful body has been packed into too tight a space, and all the flexing before has tenderized it. And now the gator is starting to actually compact down, his body bending under the increasing pressure of F.oxy’s chest. His body is body and mashed and pumped away, adding to F.oxy’s own.
The fox’s muscles are starting to grow outward, getting thicker and stronger. He always had a muscular build, but only a slight one. Now they’re becoming more prominent, arms swelling and chest getting thicker. His abs grow more defined and his legs get stronger. F.oxy is even getting a bit taller, his entire body growing off of the mass he’s siphoning from M.onty. The thrashing goes weaker over time, the bulges stretching out less with each tight flex that mashes more of M.onty down into mass. His roaring is growing softer, starting to sound more like weak groaning and even whimpers. And then, finally, it all stops with a final flex that gets a deep sigh out of F.oxy.
B.onnie Bowl is the next destination. Specifically, the small, private dressing room in the back that B.onnie likes to hang out in when he wants to be somewhere private. The rabbit is plucking at guitar strings, working on tuning it. The sound leads F.oxy right to him, and he looks up when he hears the pirate enter. “Oh, hey, didja need--woah...F.oxy?”
“Aye, that be me,” F.oxy says with a big grin. He’s nearly as tall as M.onty used to be, his normally large and baggy coat now much more form fitting. Letting it always hang open really shows off his newly defined torso, especially those much bigger slabs he has for pecs. They bounce slightly with a few lazy flexes, pumping the last bits of M.onty away.
“Well...wow, man. They give you some kinda fancy upgrade?” B.onnie turns to fully face F.oxy, setting his guitar aside. He’s not very subtle in the way that he’s looking the pirate over. It just makes F.oxy chuckle to himself.
“Somethin’ like that. I just came by ‘cause I could use another.” F.oxy lazily scratches at his chest. Something’s tickling him a bit. Must be something that got caught while he was mulching M.onty down.
B.onnie tilts his head slightly as he watches F.oxy walk closer. “Whaddya mean?” He looks down slightly as he notices something green flaking from F.oxy’s chest while he itches himself. Are those scales..? F.oxy’s hook digs slightly between his pecs and pulls something out. A pair of cracked, star-shaped sunglasses. B.onnie’s eyes widen slightly. “Aren’t those--MMPPH?!”
F.oxy groans out deeply, tongue lolling out as he plants his hand on the back of B.onnie’s head and pushes. His cock greedily accepts the whole thing, going down to the rabbit’s shoulders. He lazily flicks his hook, tossing the sunglasses aside. “I got bigger everywhere but down there. I’m sure ye can help with that li’l ‘upgrade’ just like M.ontgomery did.”
B.onnie frantically tries to pull himself away, but F.oxy thrusts his hips forward, shoving himself down the rabbit’s shoulders and chest. Another pleased groan rumbles up from the fox’s chest and he closes his eyes. Every thrust of his hips allows his cock to swallow up more of B.onnie, dragging the rabbit up and out of his chair. His legs kick and twitch around in the air, pre helping to grease the rabbit up for his decent.
F.oxy huffs and makes his cock bounce, letting it smack into his stomach. It sends B.onnie’s legs flopping up into the air as well, and then just as quickly slurping down his member. The fox’s cock drops back down, now up to B.onnie’s ankles. Another bounce, and B.onnie slurps down, the bulge in F.oxy’s cock traveling down and dropping into his rapidly bloating balls.
“Aaargh...now that’s more like it,” F.oxy huffs out. His nuts are hanging down to his ankles, tightly wrapped around B.onnie’s frame. The rabbit shifts and wiggles about, still too confused and shocked to properly attempt a struggle. Not that it would save him. “It’s not often that I get to send someone to a salty seabed, but this will have to do. I promise that me cock is just as unforgiving as a turbulent sea.” As if to prove his point, a wet sloshing sound echoes from F.oxy’s nuts as they shift heavily, B.onnie already starting to melt into a boiling load.
“F...F.oxy, this ain’t funny!” B.onnie squeaks out. “What’s F.reddy gonna do when he notices M.onty and I are gone, huh?!”
“Oh, I plan on visitin’ the Cap'n here soon,” F.oxy reassures, already starting to walk off. “And he’ll be providin’ me last upgrade. No one will want to replace me then...”
“What? Replace you? F.oxy, no one is going to--” B.onnie’s voice is pretty easily drowned out by the oncoming sloshing and churning and bubbling that comes from F.oxy walking around with such a heavy sack. The rabbit is finally starting to kick and wiggle around, not that it’s doing anything beyond keeping F.oxy’s cock hard and dripping. It’s perfect for his next plan.
All the while, B.onnie’s confines continue to grow warmer and muskier. The cum around him is starting to grow in volume, and he’s far too aware that it’s not all just from the fox. His blue fur is washing out, losing its color, and a tingling numbness is starting to spread along his body. He tries to call out for F.oxy to let him go--or for someone to help him. But even he can barely hear himself over the sounds of the churning nuts, and he keeps sputtering up cum that splashes into his open mouth.
When the numb sensation is spreading up his legs at an alarming rate, and through his hands, B.onnie starts to realize it’s too late. He winds up splashing backwards, going limp with a tired sigh. His ears are drooping too much to be solid, and his body is growing heavier and harder to move. The cum continues to boil and rise around him, and as it goes over his head, he can only hope that F.reddy will be alright.
By the time F.oxy arrives at the underground stage area, his nuts are rounded out completely and looking smaller. Still large, of course, drooping down to his knees, but there’s not much left that’d be recognizable as B.onnie. It’s just boiling cum and likely a much heftier sack. The need for release is getting more intense, and thankfully, his release of choice is leaning over right now as he tries to untangle some wires on the stage.
F.reddy lets out a surprised yelp and perks up when he feels a drooling cock push into his furry rump. He looks over his shoulder, blushing dark as he sees a grinning F.oxy looming over him. “F-F.oxy! Goodness, you scared me. Do you...mmnn...need some relief that badly?” Ever since they’d gotten those more adult upgrades, casually using one another for stress relief has become a regular part of their routines.
“Balls are bluer than the shining sea, Cap'n,” F.oxy says with a huff. Maybe as blue as a melted rabbit, even. F.oxy starts to lazily rock his hips, thrusting into F.reddy’s ass over and over. The pirate does contemplate for a moment that he’ll be out of ass to enjoy after this...but once he’s done, who would even be able to resist the advances of the improved fox? So he starts to thrust a bit faster.
F.reddy moans out, bracing himself on the floor. “I-I can tell...” F.oxy’s nuts are sloshing thickly with each roll of his hips and F.reddy can feel them slamming into the back of his thighs every time F.oxy thrusts into him. “Did you...get a bit carried away with your pirate roleplay again..?” It’s not the first time F.oxy has had such a heavy set of nuts when he likes to swing around on his ropes and snatch up customers.
“Nah, gotta li’l carried away with...a certain rabbit.” F.oxy grunts as he forces his full length into F.reddy, planting his hand down on the bear’s hip to hold him steady. He can already tell it’s working. His thrusting continues, but he’s not pulling out, instead making F.reddy’s entire body rock back and forth.
“H-Huh? Rabbit..?” F.reddy huffs and moans, feeling a very intense warmth starting to spread through him. “B...B.onnie..?” F.reddy is finding it a little difficult to think. He knows that there’s a connection he’s not making here, something that should be important.
“Mhmm~” F.oxy runs his hand along F.reddy’s side and shivers. He can feel his own hand now, and F.reddy’s body is growing warm. The legs that F.oxy’s massive nuts are sitting on no longer separate from him. They’re stuck together, and to his sack, and they’re starting to melt down into the same thing. “B.onnie and M.ontgomery...helped me with some new upgrades, just to make sure that no cowardly landlubbers got any funny ideas about me. And now, Cap'n, ye are gonna help, too.”
“H...Help...” F.reddy’s mind is growing fuzzier. The warmth spreading through his body is nice, comforting. He tries to move a bit but he finds it really difficult. He can’t curl his toes anymore, and his arms moved at some point, held down at his sides. He pants softly, something thick and salty starting to dribble from his maw. It’s not drool, it’s...
F.oxy rubs over his shaft, panting and thrusting against his own hand. F.reddy’s entire lower body is gone, mostly reduced to mass on F.oxy’s sack. His arms meld down with the rest of his body, leaving him as just a torso and head. But even that shape is changing, vein stretching up and his entire form changing to that of F.oxy’s cock. “That’s right, Cap'n. Yer helpin’ me...just give in...”
Only thick gurgles come from F.reddy, cum practically gushing out of his maw. It’s starting to shoot slightly, small ropes splattering over the stage. F.reddy’s mind is fading faster and faster. His vision grows dark around the edges, and that darkness is closing in fast. There’s a few more gurgles that might have been an effort to talk, but they stop. F.oxy can feel F.reddy’s mind completely break apart, just adding to his load, and the pirate finally roars out as he cums.
Cum splatters around the stage in a torrent, each rope shooting off a gallon of fresh fox seed. B.onnie, as well as whatever parts of F.reddy were unneeded, are painting the stage and the equipment on it. The walls and high ceiling of the underground section get splattered with white as well. And with each heavy fire of cum, F.oxy’s cock shrinks down a bit.
After several minutes straight of the biggest orgasm of his life, F.oxy flops onto his back with a deep huff. He’s sweaty now, his chest rising and falling as he takes heavy, labored breaths. Between his legs, his new cock dribbles a bit more cum onto the floor. It’s nearly a ten inches soft and thick enough that not even two hands could fully wrap around it. It’s colors have changed slightly, taking on a soft brown with a blue lightning bolt down the top half of it. Under that is a set of nuts as large as two grapefruit, far bigger than they’d ever been before.
By the time F.oxy gets back to his own room, it’s nearly an hour later, and he’s still tired. He stinks of musk and sex, and he finds that none of his normally baggy pants fit over his muscular thighs and ass, or his bulging cock. So he gives up on that and flops back onto his couch with a deep sigh. He’s certain now that they’ll never want to replace him. In fact, they’ll come crawling to him, begging for F.oxy to be the star of the show while they scramble to find some way to handle the sudden loss of most of their talent.
A grin crosses F.oxy’s face again. He runs a hand along his pecs slowly, down his abs, and lazily gropes over his cock and sack. He connects himself to the comms system and gets in contact with Parts and Service. “Aargh...it would seem that me bandmates have taken on an early retirement. I’ll be down soon to show ye all where they’ve settled. Then...we can talk about who is getting ‘replaced’.” He disconnects with a chuckle and lazily rubs his cock some more, feeling it chub up. Maybe just a quickie...he has a new body to enjoy, might as well enjoy it.
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chasingrosesandbooks · 10 months
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D-1 Industrial pharmacy ⚙️⛓️🗜️⚗️
My red flag as a student is that I make summarised notes then proceed to make even summaries of those 🙈
I can't help it because once I grasp enough detailed knowledge I still need to look back at the bigger picture 😁
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derangedthots · 4 months
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i have a particular fondness for scenes in media that read like sex scenes even tho no sex is actually happening...which is also why the last jacemond scene in ch1 of CTF is one of my fav things i've ever written😶‍🌫️🥰
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mermaidinthecity · 1 year
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Christmas Tree Farm by Taylor Swift
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majorbombs · 10 months
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Payback
“Babe, are you sure you’re down?” Your loving boyfriend Ryan had finally convinced you to come to a kink party with him and he was clearly nervous you would feel uncomfortable. You smiled and let him know you were fine as you got to the warehouse where the party was hosted. Blaring music roared from the open door as the bouncer eyed you both up and down, and let you through, but not before grabbing a handful of Ryan’s ass. He just laughed and said “Hey, George.” A hint of jealousy welled up in you but you wanted to be a good sport about it, so you told yourself the two were just playful friends. 
As you walked into the building, you saw a crowd of men on the dance floor, many of whom were shirtless or wearing just leather. The intense smell of man musk hung in the air, which you knew turned your boyfriend into a horny pig boy. You made your way to the bar and ordered drinks as Ryan checked his clothing and came back wearing a harness and jockstrap. He grabbed your crotch and kissed you. “Thank you for coming baby.” 
A group of three buff, hairy men strolled by and stopped directly in front of you. The obvious leader, a burly man with a thick beard sipped his drink and said, “Hey Ryan. New toy?” motioning to you with a bob of the head. Ryan looked at you apologetically and said, “No Josh this is my boyfriend.” The three men just looked at you with disinterest. “Does your little boyfriend got my money?” Asked Josh, giving a mocking tone when he said “boyfriend.”
“Come on, dude. I told you I’m good for it,” whined Ryan. Josh shook his head. “Nah, I think you’re gonna come to the back with us and pay off your debt.” Ryan flashed you a concerned look. “Josh, we’ll leave ok?” Josh’s goons grabbed Ryan by the shoulder and started pulling him away, but you intervened. “What the fuck is this about?” Josh laughed. “Not your concern, boyfriend. Unless you wanna help him pay off his debt to me.” You open your wallet. “How much does he owe?” Josh slapped your wallet down. “Too much for you. But anyway, it’s about teaching him a lesson now.” You watched the men drag your boyfriend to a back room behind the bar, while the bartender pretended to not see. You chased after them and were immediately slammed into the wall by Josh. “Look kid. Go home. If you know what’s good for you.” 
You try to fight him but his grip was too strong. “Fuck you. Look, if you let me help him pay it off  an we squash this?” Josh gave you a strange look and smiled. “Sure lover boy. Right this way.” He led you into the back room and as soon as Ryan saw you he panicked. “No! Get him out of here, I don’t want him to see this!” He was screaming, like he was terrified. You figured they’d be fucking him in front of you, or using you both together, which would be bad but not worth how panicked he had just gotten. Josh pushed him and led you to a table with restraints. He secured your hands and feet, and kissed you. You shook your head and looked to Ryan who was crying. “Babe, what’s wrong. It’s ok. Not the first time I’ve had some dudes fuck me.” Ryan shook his head and just whispered, “I love you.”
The goons led Ryan to you and without lube forced him to sit on your cock. He grunted in pain but looked at you with sad eyes. “Please don’t cum. Baby promise me you won’t fucking cum!” The goons started lifting and dropping Ryan on your cock, making you leak pre-cum like a hose. “O-ok. Are you ok??” Ryan just looked away and moaned as the two men forced him to bounce and jiggle on your cock. “Josh, please. Don’t do it.” Josh cackled and brought a strange looking pill over to you and forced it into your mouth. You swallowed, and worried he had just drugged you. “Was that roofies or some shit?” The men just laughed. 
As the pleasure grew, you kept wondering what the men were getting out of this besides Ryan’s humiliation. If this had been a consensual experience, it would’ve been hot. Then you felt a strange tug on your cock and looked up to see your handsome boyfriend slowly begin to morph into… a snake? A thumb? Oh god… no. In college you had read about a Russian scientist who had invented a pill that would allow men to absorb others into their cocks, a cruel way to enhance male fertility and testosterone, and they had tested it on captured nazi soldiers, to much success. There were rumors of the formula being leaked and used for recreation, but you never imagined you’d see it in action. “No… no way!”
Ryan moaned as the men forced him down harder on your cock, fusing the two of you together. His legs began to curl up onto your scrotum and disappear, his hairy torso became veiny and rigid, and all he could do was stare at you in terror. “Please… don’t cum.” You knew what coming meant for him. His head grew pink and smoothed out, his mouth morphing into a piss slit. “Oh god no… grrggll” pre-cum dribbled out of his mouth before he was completely cock, his limbs and face gone. All at once, he began to shrink down to your natural cock size and you just stared in horror. “Ok let me go.” Josh laughed and grabbed your cock-boyfriend.”
“No! Don’t, please!” You panicked as Josh started stroking you, your musky pre-cum lubing your cock up. “Say goodbye,” taunted Josh as he jerked you harder and faster. “You wanted to help.” Regret flooded your mind as you tried to resist, tried to do anything besides cum. Josh’s hand felt so fucking good, up and down, twisting and stroking, the best hand job you’d ever received. “No! Stop! I can’t hold it!” The pathetic moan that escaped your lips after that made Josh go into overdrive, just laughing and whispering “you’re mine, now” into your ear. That did it. You screamed and unleashed a geyser of cum, melting what was left of your loving boyfriend away, seaming his fate as dumb cock meat. Forever. 
In the post orgasm sorrow, Josh grabbed your face and kissed you. “$10,000 by next week or you’re swinging between my legs.” 
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a-study-in-sepia · 11 months
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Manually Decoding DTMF Through A Spectrogram
While working on a recent CTF, I came across a challenge that required participants to extract a credit card number from a recording of a touch-tone telephone. If you pull your phone out now, turn on your ringer (because it’s almost definitely off), and click on some random numbers on the phone app keypad, you’ll hear the product of what’s known as DTMF, which stands for dual-tone multi-frequency.
I won’t go into the specifics of DTMF and why it exists — the important thing to know is DTMF uses a combination of two distinct tones to create one sound. There is a low tone and a high tone. Today, I’ll be showing you how to decode DTMF by sight through a spectrogram. There are decoders available for free online, so if you come across a problem like this in a CTF, or otherwise, I highly recommend using one of those, purely for speed and convenience. All that being said, this is an interesting process, and just generally a cool thing to know about. It’s the equivalent of converting binary to hexadecimal by hand instead of using an online converter — basically useless — but a great party trick (in the event of attending one, which I highly doubt given you’re reading this — so yeah, basically useless… on that note (or should I say tone (my musically inclined friend has informed me that I should not)), on with the article!)
Note — Standard DTMF — two tones, four levels per tone.
As of iOS 15.7, this tutorial is still relevant. I am looking for more samples (other phone brands and software models) to determine how accurate this is cross-platform. If you’re interested in contributing, there will be some information at the end explaining how.
I’ll be using this audio file - https://voca.ro/1dr1J1gbyw5B
(This is from the CyberSoc Wales “personalbanker” challenge)
The first thing I did was put the recording through a spectrogram program. There are plenty available for free online; personally, I like using Academo, because it includes lines that will help with quick sight-reading later on. (https://academo.org/articles/spectrogram/).
You may be better off downloading software (Audacity is fantastic), should you require a spectrogram for a longer recording. Academo is not scalable beyond 10 seconds, so you can use it, but you’re going to be taking quite a few screenshots.
The first thing I did was drop the recording from the challenge into Academo.
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A spectrogram is a visual representation of the frequency content of an audio signal as it changes over time. In the image above, I’ve isolated the beeps produced by the clicking of the phone keypad. This section of the recording is longer than 10 seconds, so I also spliced together two screenshots. Any discrepancies you may notice in the image above are a product of that.
Each vertical line of dots represents one beep, and thus, one number. You’ll notice that there are two horizontal rows per beep, this is the magic of DTMF. There are 8 total frequencies involved in the DTMF system. The original DTMF keypad was laid out in a 4x4 format (below). The letter keys (A, B, C, and D) are no longer used for personal telecommunication. For digital decoding purposes, you will almost certainly not come across the letter keys, although they are still used by amateur radio operators, payphones, and the occasional equipment control system.
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I was starting from scratch, with no knowledge of how a spectrogram worked with DTMF, so the first thing I did was create two recordings of myself clicking each number in my phone app (I am using iOS 15.7 on my iPhone XR).
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What you’ll begin to notice is that each number has its own combination of low and high tones. If you want to try to figure out the system on your own, now is the time.
Each variation in height represents a tone at a specific Hz. In order to decode this manually, you do not need to know the specific Hz of each number, you just need to understand the relational position of each tone, informed by its Hz.
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I ended up throwing the original audio into Audacity so that I could create my own lines on the spectrogram for demonstration purposes.
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First, I’m going to turn down the contrast to make it a little easier to see.
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Now, I’m going to add some lines to match up the similar tones.
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At this point, we have 6 layers of lines, there are no 0s present in this recording, if there were, we would have another line just above the bottom three. The use of the original DTMF structure with the ABCD keys would give us another line above the top three.
The simplest way to proceed is to categorize each set into Low, Medium, and High. You could choose any system — 1, 2, 3; a, b, c; whatever works for you. I recommend the LMH system because it’s visual and easy to keep track of.
I filled out the table below to show each numerical combination.
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Two letters per number, each representing Low, Medium, or High (ultra High in the case of 0).
The first letter represents the top layer, and the second letter represents the bottom.
The corresponding Hz are listed in the third row for your reference.
I’ll walk you through the decoding process for the first two and then you can try the third.
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We’re going to look at the first column of tones (boxed in yellow).
This represents one number.
The first tone is crossed by the lowest of the top lines, it is marked L.
The second tone is crossed by the medium bottom line, it is marked M.
Together, they are LM — which, upon referencing the chart, is 4.
The second one is MM, which is 5.
Now try the third. (full answer at the end, scroll up now if you’d like to try it on your own — try it with lines or without!)
Once you get a feel for this, the process becomes much faster. The lines are purely for demonstrative purposes, with a little practice you’ll be able to quickly do this without lines.
And that’s how to decode DTMF manually through a spectrogram! Is it useless? Yes! Is it fun? That’s debatable!
If you’d like to help me compare cross-platform DTMF signaling, take a screen recording that captures you pressing 1234567890 on your phone keypad. Send the file to me through one of the methods outlined below. Please include your phone model and its latest software.
Discord — Adler#7210
Email me — [email protected]
If you’re seeing this on Tumblr, send me a DM!
Medium link - https://medium.com/@adler7210/manually-decoding-dtmf-through-spectrogram-562e4b0b99c3
The final answer to the CTF challenge — 4562 6598 4585 2366
Anyway, thanks for reading, enjoy decoding!
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kinkyutterances · 9 months
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The Abomination - Female CTF Monster TF
Commission for Ember Gale, an inexperienced Thaumaturge, attempts to bind a powerful Demoness to her will and use its power to create a peculiar curse. She gets her wish, but also far more than she bargained for... Warning: this is a glushy, slimy audio filled with a LOT of 𝔠𝔲𝔪 and monstrous mutations.
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23/07/22 - oasis
My new favourite place to study at!! Look at this, it’s perfect 🥹 I loved preparing my exam here ^^ I had this big exam a few days ago, 1 hour long oral test with two professors, and I passed 💃🏻 I’m so relieved :”) In this class we also had a interesting lab, I’m gonna post some pics from those experiences soon~
It’s so hot recently, everyone take care!! ☀️
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sadbeautifulttragic · 4 months
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oh baby, baby, Merry Christmas! (shop)
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alica-tech · 7 months
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Crack the code in this upcoming cybersecurity challenge! (Register by October 6th 2023)
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If you're a student interested in cybersecurity topics, I would highly recommend attending this bi-annual CTF competition hosted by National Cyber League & CyberSkyline. It's about $35 and you get hundreds of hands-on training and lab exercises on these topics:
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Even if you're a complete beginner, there are included tutorials and guides on how to solve each problem (in the training and practice round) if you're just looking to learn!
=> Register here for the competition by October 6th
Happy to answer any questions about it, I attended the Spring season and it was super fun!
●~•──── Q&A ─────•~●
What's a CTF? -> Capture the flag competition. Typically the challenges have the goal of finding a secret code (the "flag") in a file or environment you're given. Problem Example: if you're given an .jpeg image, there might be a secret code inside the file if you open it in a text editor.
How long does this competition take? It is a month long, broken down into 4 rounds, all covering the same topics in each round. The questions do get trickier as the rounds progress. But, you won't get booted if you don't complete every problem. You can work on it when you want to up until the deadline for that round. The training gym will be open for at least a month after the competition if you want to revisit and learn the topics! Gymnasium: One week long, learn new skills, low pressure, guides and tutorials available Practice: weekend long, practice what the real game will be like, answer key provided Individual: weekend long, the real game, only solo, solution discussion boards open after the deadline Team: weekend long, with your team mates, solution discussion boards open after the deadline. You can form teams before the game starts, I would recommend your class mates from the same school! For more info on how teams work, i'd check out the site for the full timeline and breakdown of these rounds
How are we scored? Each problem contributes to an overall accuracy and completion score for that round. So the individual and team game scores will be evaluated for prizes! You can get prizes if you're in the Top 500 I think.
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gayratguy · 1 year
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Fuckin genie dude. I wished that me and the hot gym bro I’ve seen around campus could be closer. I meant emotionally not physically! Before I knew it I was in some dark place unable to move but everything just felt so… good. Every time I brushed up against the walls around me I felt this rush of pleasure. I kept hearing muffled voices but the stuff I was feeling was too distracting. It wasn’t until my new owner dropped his pants to get into the shower that I got a glimpse of my new form. There I was throbbing there, a hardening 9 inch dick who you could never tell was once a person, and whose owner was none the wiser that his cockmeat used to be someone. “Damn you are easily excited today” he said down to me as he started stroking me as the warm water rushed past me. This felt ten times better than what I was feeling in his underwear and as he got closer he sped up and I felt something stirring within me. Something launched out of my mouth and I felt like my brain was short circuiting from the amount of pleasure i felt. To be so owned and to be used by this hunk was heaven. I’ve still got two more wishes so I can get out of it but I think I may wait a while before wishing out of this. I could have a little bit of fun while that genie has to wait around for my next wishes, and that could be a very long time.
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c-cracks · 6 months
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Matrix Breakout: 2 Morpheus
Hello everyone, it's been a while. :)
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Haven't been posting much recently as I haven't really done anything noteworthy- I've just been working on methodologies for different types of penetration tests, nothing interesting enough to write about!
However, I have my methodologies largely covered now and so I'll have the time to do things again. There are a few things I want to look into, particularly binary exploit development and OS level security vulnerabilities, but as a bit of a breather I decided to root Morpheus from VulnHub.
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It is rated as medium to hard, however I don't feel there's any real difficulty to it at all.
Initial Foothold
Run the standard nmap scans and 3 open ports will be discovered:
Port 22: SSH
Port 80: HTTP
Port 31337: Elite
I began with the web server listening at port 80.
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The landing page is the only page offered- directory enumeration isn't possible as requests to pages just time out. However, there is the hint to "Follow the White Rabbit", along with an image of a rabbit on the page. Inspecting the image of the rabbit led to a hint in the image name- p0rt_31337.png. Would never have rooted this machine if I'd known how unrealistic and CTF-like it was. *sigh*
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The above is the landing page of the web server listening at port 31337, along with the page's source code. There's a commented out paragraph with a base64 encoded string inside.
The string as it is cannot be decoded, however the part beyond the plus sign can be- it decodes to 'Cypher.matrix'.
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This is a file on the web server at port 31337 and visiting it triggers a download. Open the file in a text editor and see this voodoo:
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Upon seeing the ciphertext, I was immediately reminded of JSFuck. However, it seemed to include additional characters. It took me a little while of looking around before I came across this cipher identifier.
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I'd never heard of Brainfuck, but I was confident this was going to be the in-use encryption cipher due to the similarity in name to JSFuck. So, I brainfucked the cipher and voila, plaintext. :P
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Here, we are given a username and a majority of the password for accessing SSH apart from the last two character that were 'forgotten'.
I used this as an excuse to use some Python- it's been a while and it was a simple script to create. I used the itertools and string modules.
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The script generates a password file with the base password 'k1ll0r' along with every possible 2-character combination appended. I simply piped the output into a text file and then ran hydra.
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The password is eventually revealed to be 'k1ll0r7n'. Surely enough this grants access to SSH; we are put into an rbash shell with no other shells immediately available. It didn't take me long to discover how to bypass this- I searched 'rbash escape' and came across this helpful cheatsheet from PSJoshi. Surely enough, the first suggested command worked:
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The t flag is used to force tty allocation, needed for programs that require user input. The "bash --noprofile" argument will cause bash to be run; it will be in the exec channel rather than the shell channel, thus the need to force tty allocation.
Privilege Escalation
With access to Bash commands now, it is revealed that we have sudo access to everything, making privilege escalation trivial- the same rbash shell is created, but this time bash is directly available.
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Thoughts
I did enjoy working on Morpheus- the CTF element of it was fun, and I've never came across rbash before so that was new.
However, it certainly did not live up to the given rating of medium to hard. I'm honestly not sure why it was given such a high rating as the decoding and decryption elements are trivial to overcome if you have a foundational knowledge of hacking and there is alot of information on bypassing rbash.
It also wasn't realistic in any way, really, and the skills required are not going to be quite as relevant in real-world penetration testing (except from the decoding element!)
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June recap (?)
I'm so thankful I've passed Industrial Pharmacy 🙏🥳 Now I'm preparing for the second part of this exam which is about the Laws and Regulations regarding everything that has to do with drugs and how pharmacies work.
My stem brain is struggling because it's completely different as a subject and there's lots of specific expressions and terms used when describing laws etc 😅
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