/lit/ - Literature

I sustained a significant head injury four years ago and I swear it's improved me in multiple respects. For the last four years I've felt a keen difference in function, a superiority in function, compared to what I remember it felt like to be me before my beating.

My reflexes are faster. My memory seems to be better; it feels like I don't forget anything any more, and I can remember things from very long ago with a clarity that surprises me. My skills as a writer and a poet have improved significantly, to the point that others have commented on it. I've improved as a driver and in handling a gun. I feel in general like I have sped up, like I think and process and react faster than I did before, and faster than the majority of the people around me. I also seem to retain the creativity and plasticity of mind from my childhood where it seemed to be waning before my beating.

It's like my brain got an upgrade, and all because I got beaten up. It's the oddest thing. I almost want to say I'm grateful for my attackers.

I have maintained a clandestine career as a writer of fetish fiction for more than ten years now. In particular I specialize in weight gain fiction, with side helpings of slob, toilet issues, infantilization, hypnosis, and brain drain. I have written about both men and women. Almost everything I write goes into pastebins which I post anonymously on various message boards and websites, including sometimes on 4chan. It has left me with basically no paper trail and I never admit to having written previous works when I put a new one out for perusal.

I have been nearly universally praised for this work, everyone agreeing that my stuff is fappable. Everyone who shares my fetishes has wound up deeply enjoying and appreciating pretty much everything I have written, even if they have quibbled with certain details of certain pieces.

Nobody knows I'm the one behind ALL of it. They think I'm probably a dozen different people, I suppose.

I know I should stop but I've had a hard time doing so. It's just an itch I feel compelled to scratch from time to time.