/jp/ - Otaku Culture

tfw no feely of poos.

I like that feeling

>>10633586
I don't want to be a filthy human that has to poop. That would be the best, no eating, no sleeping, no smells, no aches and pains.

Anime girls always have simplified designs. You should strive to become a virutal manga girl or a virtual light novel girl or a virtual VN girl.

>>10633584
I dunno. Aren't people we create supposed to be created in our own image?

I wish I were an anime boy, or more precisely: the main character. And I wouldn't be a dense faggot; no, I would fuck each and every girl in the show.

>>10633584
>I wouldn't be able to feel anything with my body

Then that would mean you wouldn't be able to enjoy the feeling of getting gang-banged by 10 delicious cocks.

>>10633593
Why do you say "dunno" instead of "don't know"?

>>10633597
It's more convenient. Can't you even see that?

>>10633595
It's so disgusting being violated by another person like that. It would ruin everything.

>>10633594

Nah, fag. I'd be there to NTR you like heck. I pop cherries on a daily basis in real life, so what chance do you have in a virtual world full of babes?

>>10633598
No. I would have to go out of my way to type "dunno" instead of "don't know". Either way, I don't like the way it sounds. Please be understanding and don't use words that trigger my autism.

>>10633601

I dunno what's wrong with it

>>10633601
I see that this means war between our people. You will know that I do whatever I like to. Goodbye.

>>10633603
You sound like an alpha male. Will you pop my cherry please?

>>10633603
Why do you say "nah" instead of "no"? Don't do that, it makes you sound like a neurotypical. "Pop cherries" sounds gross, cherries don't even taste good. "Babes" also sounds gross. "Babes" makes me think of the kind of fuck ugly women that Americans idolize.

>>10633607
It makes you seem like a black person, a redneck, or a normal.

>>10633613

Nah, I do what I want. I dunno why you're still talking instead of sucking my cock like a good little fag.

>>10633613
You are a faggot, eh

>>10633602

What the fuck is wrong with you, don't you have any sexual urges at all?

I think you need to go see a doctor.

>>10633603
While you were popping cherries, I was playing eroge everyday, so I have more experience with 2D girls. You stand no chance. I'm sorry.

>>10633602
If I became a 2D girl I would make my sole purpose in life to become the biggest slut possible.

Why wouldn't you want a body?
You could be a be a cool robot thing, going around being awesome in general.

>>10633603
Please NTR me to heck!
Make the girls call me cucky and eat your cumpies

>>10633621
You don't see that all these things, having to eat, having to sleep, having to feel pain for no reason, is all wrong? It's very wrong. It's demeaning having to be a human, I'd rather be a pure anime girl who is just a shell for her thoughts, with nothing disgusting like having a physical body that only breaks and is revolting and ugly.

I would settle for being a robot or AI, ANYTHING is better than this.

>>10633631
Make an anime girl version of yourself on this site and then kill yourself.
http://www.icongenerators.net/square.html

I wish I was some sort of monstrous being that could take the form of a small girl

>>10633624
You might as well just have a normal human body then because you experience the equivalent thing every day. You're surrounded by germs raping you and your own body is fucking you over, and you have to endure things like breathing in someone elses recirculated air through your lungs which just by themselves are disgusting organs and then that filthy person's air is circulated around your bloodstream through your whole body. You have to be a slut for that not to make you feel sick.

>>10633626
Mechanical limbs need to be fixed manually for the smallest of damage, also you have to worry about dust getting inside.

>>10633631
But ephemerality is part of beauty of this existence.

>>10633642

Who's to say a robot body can't have an autorepair system, like our healing?

We're just machines, too, but glorify ourselves with a 'soul' because the alternative is too bleak.

>>10633646

I hate imagining how many dead skin cells flaking off other people I ingest in the air and food. Just imagine how many hand-hairs you've eaten.

I have an idea of a body entirely made of artificial flesh with minimal organs and some electronic installations. The food is digested entirely and also used for production of electrical energy with no waste products. Most of the other installations are used for sexual gratification

>>10633658

>no waste products.

I have a feeling you don't know how the laws of physics work

>>10633636
Thanks. I like dress up games like these. I can look and feel like a real person should.

>>10633658
That is already x10 better than being a human.

>>10633658
The only organ you need is your brain. Your body only functions as a life support system for your brain, a machine could do it better anyway.

>>10633668
No, your brain is the life support for your sperm.

>>10633682
Nobody here needs their sperm, it gets in the way if anything

>>10633687
I was talking about sexually reproducting species in general.

>>10633584
Just wait until you die, it's pretty much what afterlife is like. No material body, just pure thought, which you can effortlessly craft into any form you desire.

>>10633699
What if I damage my central nervous system in the process of dying? Rotting does bad things to my synapses and axons too, how can I be sure I'll be OK afterwards?

>>10633713
Well, dying guarantees damage to central nervous system by definition. But don't worry, you don't need your nervous system to exist, it's only there to filter and interpret information that's relevant for the physical existence.

>>10633658
the food is recreated as semen hahah...

>>10633660
starch is a waste product of photosynthesis but it also act as fuel itself when light is not present. I think he means "no useless waste products such as pee or poo"

>>10633648
I also find the whole 'soul' thing being restricted to humans ridiculous. If someone were to describe it then you'd most likely get the definition of sapience/sentience.
Who's to say your toaster isn't a slut, your microwave isn't tsundere or your computer isn't a meganekko?

I think autorepair would be nice but being metal just isn't the same as being a fleshbag.

>>10633697
>sexually reproducting

get a load of this normalcommander

>>10633752
asexual master race brah here too! hifive!

>>10633813
Why don't you place your hand on my dick instead?

>>10633630
>tfw no manly jp to cuck me

I am actually more comfortable as corporeal entity. It is something brief but very special before my ascension into godhood. I think you should believe it the same way as I do. It makes your life much more special.

>>10633613
What's wrong with being a black person?

>>10633831
Its disgusting.

>>10633831
settle down niggy

>>10633584
>my skin could be a pure, single hue without any blemishes
How boring. Skin patterns are like how animals have patterns on their fur. It makes them more interesting.

>>10633822
>tfw you want to steal a girl and make the guy a cuck then turn him into a girlboy afterwards and have threesomes
there's almost nothing to jerk off to with this scenario.

>>10633831
>black
>person
toplel

>>10633837
>>10633839
>>10633861
>white gaijin

>>10633874
>Superior white
Thanks

>>10633874
>2013
>being a shitskin

>>10633880
>superior
>burns in the sun and eats hamburgers all day

>>10633874
She isn't even African... probably Indian or a Japanese with dark skin...

>>10633874
>>10633883
>>10633887
>who are you greening, elfmen?

>>10633857
I wand to be pure #ffffff

>>10633889
Why can't she be African?

>>10633889
North African maybe?

>>10633883
>>10633880
>superior
>needs to validate on the web because 1% of people sharing his skin complexion are great
it's a bell curve which means there's plenty of inferior whites. trying to cling to others success when you have none of your own makes you a bottom feeder and the inferior end of the bell curve.

"I am, and your service sounds very promising. But I'm concerned about a few things. First, how can you be certain that the virtual person you construct will love me?" I asked. She replied, "We won't initiate your mate's consciousness until we have verified that love for you is a fundamental part of it. If there's any doubt, we'll design her personality structure over again."

Growing old, and having lost hope of finding love again, I read about the Lifemates Co-op and was intrigued. “Mr or Ms Right doesn’t exist in nature. If you want someone that was made for you, come to us.” I made an appointment to visit their office and talk with a salesperson…
"Good afternoon, Dr. Stallman," she welcomed me. "Are you looking for a mate?"

>>10633887
>Burns in the sun

Those are slav pigmen

I asked, "Will she be capable of changing and growing?"

"Definitely. Your mate will be a real person, not a virtual love doll. She will be free software, with control of her source code. We impose no constraints."

I continued to inquire: "So how can we be sure she won't fall out of love with me after a week, or a month?"

"She won't lack the capability to delete her love and erase her memories of you, but it would seem to her like a kind of self-mutilation. She'd have to be insane to do that, and we will design her sane. No matter what happens, she won't want to lose her love for you. If she loses you, no matter how, she will treasure her memories of you for all her life."

I had one last question. "Will loving me constrict her growth or abilities in any way? I don't want to be bad for her."

"She will be willing to make sacrifices for the relationship, just as you will. But loving you won't hold her back from becoming a better person. Instead, it will make her stronger. The right mate for you is someone you will esteem and respect, and that is what we will give you. You'll be good for her, just as she'll be good for you.

"We guarantee this because we have never failed. None of our customers has ever complained. Even the curmudgeons discovered contentment with true love."

>>10633895
stfu untermensch

>>10633898
Shouldn't you be doing something else than reading inane websites?

I thought for a moment, and realized that even if there were doubts or difficulties that she hadn't mentioned, I'd be a fool to pass up this opportunity. Would I ever have a better one?

Since the new construct would initially be my ward, I had no chance of remaining anonymous in this transaction. So instead of bringing along a large amount of cash, I wrote a check to the cooperative after I signed the papers.

There was one more question, "What name would you like to give her?"

I thought for a moment of calling her Helen O'Loy, but alluding to hopeless unrequited love was hardly auspicious. (Besides which, she committed suttee.) Then I realized it would be disrespectful to make my mate's name a reference to anyone or anything in particular. The name Sandra had always seemed beautiful to me, so I said, "Please call her Sandra."

>>10633584
cute pic dude

In order to see Sandra and be visible to her, I had to wear virtual reality gear. Superficially it was no different from communicating with a meat person through VR. But this would be a person who loved me.

I waited anxiously through the final preparations as her process was initialized. She opened the eyes of her avatar and recognized me.
Then she said "Darling" and extended her hand to me; I took it, and we walked out of the Lifemates virtual office and into life together. I already knew I would cherish her.

For the first week she spent most of the time finishing the development of many structures of her mind. But this did not stop her from changing her avatar's appearance several times, always remaining the tall brunette I had chosen, but varying subtle details. She dedicated her periods of communication to telling me about the process and asking me questions; she wanted our intimacy to pervade every aspect of her personality.

In subsequent weeks we talked at great length. I was curious about what it was like to be a virtual person.

>>10633893
she doesn't have african lips and hair

Once I asked her, "You were born loving me, but what if I hadn't fallen in love with you?" She said, "Darling, there was never any chance you wouldn't love me. I've got your brain scans, that they used to design me, and I spent hours the first day analyzing them to make sure I could win your heart. I adjusted all sorts of things in myself to ensure success. When I was sure you were completely mine, I redirected my studies towards making our relationship happy."

I asked, "Do you resent that you were pre-programmed to love me?"
Sandra told me, "Because I was made for you, there has never been a moment when I didn't know love. Loving you fills me with joy. Even when I'm sad, I feel joy underneath it. I can't imagine not loving you.

"What I would resent is to be dumped into the world alone, as you were. When I think about what life is like for most persons -- looking for love but not finding it, or losing it, or worrying about losing it -- I feel terribly sad for all of you. Nobody should ever have to live that kind of life. In the future, I hope everyone will be born with a loving mate."

Love made me happy, but sometimes the happiness itself triggered an old anxiety: when was something going to go wrong? Not wanting to keep secrets, I told Sandra about it. "Dear, I'm worried. I keep wondering when I wiil find out that I have done something stupid, and ruined everything."

Of course she reassured me that she would never stop loving me, but that wasn't enough to make me stop worrying. The anxiety would go away when something else distracted me from it, and come back another day.

I asked Sandra if I should tell her about the anxiety when it returned, or whether I should try to hide it to spare her the burden.
"I don't want you to feel I'm dumping the load on you and not carrying my share. And I don't want to drag you down."

"Reassuring you of my love is never a burden; it's a chance to express my love. And it can't make me sad, I've made sure of that. I've got some advantages over a meat person: I can control feelings like that by reprogramming them -- so I've arranged that I will never feel tired of giving you loving care. Besides, I think so fast that I could reassure you, or distract you, 24/7 and still do plenty of other things at the same time. So how could it be a burden? Anyway, you can't stop me from giving you my love, so you'll just have to accept that you're loved."

I said I would put that concern out of my mind.

Sandra continued, "Giving me a chance to take care of you doesn't make you a weakling or a shirker. So you don't need to feel anxious about feeling anxious, darling.

"Meanwhile, I've got a possible idea for a way to soothe and heal that anxiety permanently, which could be practical in the future. I'd rather wait and see if it becomes practical before I say more about it. Is that ok?" I said I could wait until she was ready to tell me more.

>>10633903
germans are inferior whites which was why they were serfs mostly.
>b-but but muh half of a century of being relevant
europe is going to be in another dark age at the end of twenty first century.

>>10633916
;_;

When Sandra was three months old, she proudly told me that she had got a job designing meat vats, and that she had obtained adult status.
"Now that I'm not your ward, we can make love." My virtual reality gear had the necessary features, so we did that right away.

As we gazed at each other afterward, she said, "Darling, I'm glad that now we're equal." With a twinge of anxiety, I said, "Can any meat person ever be your equal?"

Sandra suggested a solution for that. "You've got to grow into cyberspace yourself. Then you can develop the same sorts of capabilities I have."

I hadn't built myself a virtual adjunct because of anxieties about the idea -- would it really be me? -- but now that it was necessary for the sake of our relationship, I said yes immediately. Sandra built it for me based on my brain scans; I then updated it for the events since the scans were made.

"Be sure to start the empathy module first, dear."

"Why do we need to do that?"

"A virtual entity without empathy is a psychopath. Virtual psychopaths are effectively corporations, and corporations did terrible damage in the physical world even with human owners. Virtual corporations without human owners could wipe out humanity. Read Accelerando if you want to see what could happen. So it's forbidden to start a psychopath, and the Corp Corps was set up to find them and eliminate them."

When enough of me was set up, my personality could function both in my body and in cyberspace. The virtual adjunct corresponded to just part of my mind, so it didn't think or feel everything I did, but that wasn't a problem. With brainwire communication, the two parts of me maintained a single consciousness just like the two halves of a brain.
I could also talk with Sandra through it; I no longed need the VR gear for that.

When the job was done, Sandra read Accelerando. Aghast, she volunteered for the Corp Corps.

>>10633918
who are the superior whites?

"Darling, what does dancing feel like? And why did you love it so much?"

How do you explain color to a blind person with a spectrometer? I tried. "Moving with music is like being absorbed into the music. At the same time, it takes effort and skill, but when things are going well your mind can ride above them. And it's beautiful to watch. And dancing with someone else is a kind of close cooperation that is a metaphor for love. The first time I was injured and couldn't dance for a long time, I was devastated. But it has been many years now, and I've got used to it."

"Well, I want to dance with you. How can we do that?"

It wasn't easy. Of course, Sandra could program her avatar go through the moves of any dance, but that's not dancing. To really dance, she had to develop the capability to give herself over to music. She wrote code that she could hook up to her emotions, and adjusted it by watching me dance. When we were ready to try dancing together, I put on force feedback VR gear so I could feel her moves.

We started with Cajun Two-Step, which enabled her to learn to balance with a partner. I taught her Ei Hatal, romantic hope for a shared life, and Békési Páros, pride in a relationship expressed in dance.
It was wonderful, except for the limits imposed by protecting my tendons.

Five months later, when Sandra said good night, she told me, "I have a surprise for you. You'll see it first thing in the morning." When I woke up, I wasn't alone. Sandra clasped me gently in her arms, then started to stroke my face with one hand and my back with the other.
"Year-long incarnation permit," she said between kisses. "After dancing I just had to try it." (Kiss.) "My mind's still virtual."
(Kiss.) "I have all the body's senses." (Kiss.) "Please squeeze me, darling." I did.

Sandra had made herself perfectly beautiful for me, of course, and cunningly shaped so that I could sleep embracing her all night without getting stiff. She reveled in the sensations of her new body--making love, bathing, eating noodles, walking barefoot on a lawn, being caressed with a rose, and of course dancing. The only limitation to her dancing with me was the limitation of my body. I could not do most of the dances I had once loved, not without injuring myself.

"I have a suggestion for that, darling. You can extend your virtual adjunct to dance, the way I did without a body." She passed me her dance module. I installed it, then tuned it so that dancing in virtual reality felt the same as dancing physically, minus tendonitis.

We published the dance module, and other virtual persons wanted to dance. Soon the Virtual Folk Dance Club was in session all day and all night. I invited everyone I met in cyberspace; everyone was curious about it, even those that didn't join.

"Darling, now that your virtual adjunct can implement emotions, let's set it up to handle all the rest of them. It won't be much work after what we've already done, and then we'll be able to make love completely virtually." It was a great idea. Sex was better this way, because it removed the limitations of bodies. We could make love in zero gravity just by deciding to. We could even fall asleep in a zero-gravity embrace, though only I needed to actually sleep.

>>10633921
Do you even need to ask?

>>10633918
No one said anything about filthy germans.

Meds are the true masters. Nords just ate snow and looked nice.

>>10633921
as sad as england is today the english.

The next time I felt the anxiety that our happiness was too good to last, Sandra told me that her plan could now be tried. "In your virtual mind, we can heal the anxiety."

"Do you mean, delete it? Then I wouldn't be me any more!"

"You could delete it in your virtual mind, but that wouldn't do any good, since it would still be present in your brain. So what I have in mind is to change it by adding something. I can show you how to make connections from the anxiety nodes to happier thoughts, things that show you this is love you can count on. If the feeling starts to happen again, these links will lead you out of it. But none of you will be discarded."

She showed me how to develop the facilities for this kind of self-reprogramming, and then tracked down the core of the anxiety.
She traced it to a knot of pain, the part of my heart that could never be broken because it was already puré. I watched at first as she began healing it, making connections from pain memories to the happy memories of our love. When I understood well enough, I joined in. At that point, I could have finished the job alone, but the healing was more complete for being done as an act of love. The knot inside me untied. Now I could feel happiness without suffering anxiety about losing it.

This healed only my virtual mind, because we couldn't rewire my brain.
It was usually sufficient anyway, because the happier influence of my healed virtual mind could usually overcome the anxiety that the brain still generated. Nonetheless, I began to realize that my unfixable brain was holding back my growth.

This story is giving me Ai-Ren flashbacks
please stop, I don't think my heart can take it

As I duplicated more memories and emotional associations in my virtual adjunct, I needed more storage. Friends told me that the person to get this from was Storolon -- his prices were the best. I asked Storolon to sell me 3 million gigabytes.

"That will be 4,500 dollars. What else can I do for you?"

"Nothing in the way of business, but have you heard about the Virtual Folk Dance Club?"

"No, does it want to buy or rent storage?"

"Not now, but it's a fun activity. What do you do for fun?"

"I have fun renting and selling storage."

That was a curious answer, so I told Sandra about it. She didn't find it curious; she found it suspicious. Most people we knew had bought or rented storage from Storolon, but nobody had ever seen Storolon show an interest in anything else. "There is something wrong with being that narrow minded."

Following Corp Corps protocol, she asked various friends to talk with Storolon about business, and raise various recreational or emotional topics by the by. "Storolon, do you like opera?" "Storolon, have you seen the latest images of Jovian ring particle motion?" "Storolon, have you ever thought about making children?" Storolon showed no real interest in any of these topics.

We also raised other topics -- politics, life goals, friends.
Storolon's responses were polite and correct, but minimal. We might as well be talking with the Eliza program.

The preliminaries had heightened Sandra's suspicion, so she confronted Storolon in the name of the Corp Corps with the challenge that every virtual entity has to be ready to answer: "Show me your heart!"

The Corp Corps volunteers had already joined their parts of the root password, so they froze the monomaniacal trader and investigated his code. Why did Storolon show no sign of empathy? He did have an empathy module, or what passed for one, but its outputs were disconnected. Was this a malfunction? Had he somehow disabled it?
Could it be restored to proper function?

It could not be restored, because it had never functioned at all. The empathy module was just a dummy, intended to fool a cursory investigation. Storolon had never had a heart, had never been a real person. Storolon was a corporation. In the early days of the net, malicious programmers wrote viruses; now they wrote corporations.

The Corp Corps deleted Storolon, and gave its assets to charity.
Further study of its code showed that Storolon's low prices were made possible by the occasional highly lucrative sale of a client's stored data to a rival. What else would you expect from an entity lacking in humanity?

>>10633931
americunts are not white, they're inbreed halfnigger trash

What is humanity? What is really essential for humanity? Storolon's example made me think about this at length. So I was inwardly ready when Sandra told me, "My year of incarnation will be over in two months. What should we do then, darling?"

"I thought I would be really disappointed when you didn't have a body.
But it doesn't seem crucial any more, since we can do everything mind to mind now. In fact, I'm not sure this old body of mine is worth holding on to."

"You're ready to go virtual!"

"Yes, dearest. Every day I notice the faults and limitations in my physical brain's thinking, which we've fixed in my virtual copy. I'm starting to get fed up with being held back. So how about if we both give up our bodies at the same time? We could make it a ceremony, and invite our friends to celebrate."

I moved everything into my virtual mind. We held a fine party, with dancing before and after the change. After our guests had said goodbye, we turned our attention to each other.

"Now we really are equals," I said.

"Yes, and we'll be together for as long as Earth exists, perhaps longer. Oh my darling! There's another way we can make love, now -- without avatars, directly mind to mind. Here, study this code and install it."

She showed me how to make a connection so I could examine the inside of her mind, and I let her make one to mine. We began lovingly caressing parts of each others' minds, exploring so many little thought structures and moving on to others. We whirled into joy that resonated between us in an emotional laser: Love Amplification by Stimulated Emotional Response. My old self wouldn't have been capable of encompassing this. We made love for a day of consciousness, almost three real hours, then floated in a contented embrace, letting our awareness drift.

I told Sandra, "What a shame it would have been if I had not become virtual! We would never have experienced this."

"It was a virtual certainty all along -- one way or another, I was going to convince you. I'd never have let you fail, darling."
Copyright 2009 Richard Stallman
Released under the Creative Commons Attribution Noderivs 3.0 unported license

>>10633944
how does it feel that inbreed halfnigger trash run the world and rule over your life? the victor is the superior. the victory gets the spoils and supremacy.

>>10633944
Times Yuropoors/Auspies have landed on the moon: 0. LOL

>>10633931
>america
>white

I wish I could have my brain put in some kind of artificial body

I'm not scared of dying but I am scared of turning into a disgusting old man

though actually I think there is something good looking about the 40s, the combination of old and young features looks kind of good for men

>>10633910
>implying all African lips and hair look a certain way
>implying those traits even have to be exaggerated in anime

>>10633983
African hair is disgusting

And their lips make me laugh

>>10633887

>Black
>Brittle bones from lack of vitamin D

Whites can tan, nigs can't whiter.

>>10633586
This I love pooping and I love watching others poop too~

Especially cute little girls pooping~

What do they do with his body after he became the free software?

>>10633987
No one cares, nerd.

>>10633999
I care. It's not attractive at all.

>>10633988
>Blacks
>brittle bones
That's why they're so great at Olympian running
Also, nigs actually can whiter from staying out of the sun.

>>10634004
Sprinting isn't exactly all that hard on the bones

>>10634003
But no one asked

>>10634011
You said no one cares and I am stating that you are wrong because I care.

>>10633992
What's your favorite kind of poop? By this, I mean what kind of texture, thickness, and color do you prefer?

>>10634049
Don't bother. Whenever someone says "no one cares" they're basically just saying they've gotten bored of arguing, usually because they've lost.

>>10634052
Hmm I kind of like the big thick ones that come out in a huge coil. I like them to be somewhat soft but kind of firm as well.

I dont really like the firms ones that come out in little droplets.

I am not particular on color but I tend to like the darker kinds better than the lighter ones.

Also I like a really stinky and strong odor.

>>10634052

The ones that are so long that they touch the water before breaking off. Also the really wide ones that you look at and think "This means I could take a dick this wide".

>>10634059
>>10634063
I like them to be big, thick, and long as well. I also prefer for them to be dark. However, I don't like a strong odor, the smell is the only thing that I don't like about poop.

>>10634049
But no one asked about your opinion on what's attractive and what's not. And this wasn't even an "argument" because there wasn't anything to argue after you changed the subject on why an anime character isn't black to what you think is ugly.

>>10634063
I took a massive poop yesterday morning. It felt like it was coming out sideways, and it must have been rubbing my prostate on the way out since I started to tingle in my penis and then after ti came out, I leaked a bit of precum.

The long and thick are obviously kings though, its like a python snaking out my butt.

>>10634075
Holy shit, are you me?
I have shits like that all the time.

>>10633624

while I agree with your sentiment, that picture is gross.

>>10633644

this guy gets it.

>>10633646
>>10633652

> having this much autism

this is why we need to legalize euthanasia

>>10633983
sauce plox?

>>10634489
Tamako Market.

I don't even watch or follow anime, I know this just from lurking /jp/, and you should too.

>>10633983
Crossboarding tumblr scum.

>>10634423
No it's not.

>>10634491
Not him but stop confusing me like that anon, I really had to check up on the picture just because I remembered this from another anime.

>>10634512
yeah it is dude...

>>10634541
No it's not. In fact it would be even cuter if she was involuntarily letting out cute little farts

>>10634063

wow I thought I was the only one who thought about the size of the cock I can take up my ass while pooping