User:Pryankster

2014-02-15T01:25:05Z

70.197.10.133:

[[Category:applicant]]

Norman Bradley here. "Pryankster" is just my log on.

I have been around Noisebridge for awhile and have helped with a few projects. Currently I am learning how to work with Arduinos and am continuing to learn Java for Androids.

I would like to be an Associate Member. If you would please indorse me. Oh, I am NOT offering any Bit Coins no matter what the spammer added to this page.

1. The [[User:N0 Hat|N0 Hat]] sponcers Pryankster for associate membership in Noisebridge.

2. [[user:jarrod|Jarrod]] sponsors Pryankster as a member of Noisebridge.

3. [[user:gregorydillon|Greg]] sponsors Pryankster as a member of Noisebridge. --[[User:Gregorydillon|Greg]] ([[User talk:Gregorydillon|talk]]) 21:30, 14 February 2014 (UTC)

4. Because the trains don't wait very long, we had to be fast to get of the train, and my breasts bumped into seats and people while 'ran' behind them apologizing.
Getting out of the train wasn't easy, as I couldn't see the steps before me. Vince stood on the platform as I came out sideways, and he held my left breast up for me so I had to carry 25kg less. Nevertheless my right boob hit every step on the way down, and my naked skin started to show up from under my sweater.
As soon as I stood on the platform, Vince noticed my large underboob and pulled my sweater down. Luckily the underboob didn't came as high as my nipple.

We were walking (waggeling) to the bus stop, but my body hadn't recovered from the long walk earlier today.
My skin still hurt and i felt every step i took. I told Vince I really had to sit down for a moment because my back nor my skin could take any more. So we sat down for a moment, and suddenly Vincent told me he had an idea and he left. I was a bit confused. I hoped he wouldn't leave me behind here, it was almost impossible to get home on my own, and my parents were on holiday.

Then he came back. With a wheelchair. I was puzzled, did he wanted me to sit in a wheelchair? How ridiculous would I look then? As if it wasn't bad enough already. And where did he get that thing so fast?

"I went to the first aid post and they had a spare wheelchair i could borrow" he said with a smile.
"i'm not going to sit in that" I replied.
"I think you'll have to, our bus is leaving in 5 minutes, and you're clearly not getting there on your own."

He had a point. So i gave in and stood op, holding my breasts as much as i could.
I sat in the wheelchair, and luckily my sweater kept my breasts together so they wouldn't hang down from each side of the wheelchair to the ground.

Vince rolled me to the bus stop. A small crowd of waiting people had gathered there. A lot of eyes and mouth opened as Vince pushed me onto the platform.
I got out of the wheelchair. Getting up was not really hard because I have great counterweights. Vince went to bring the wheelchair back and I sat down on the bench on the platform.
An older lady sat there but as soon as she saw me she stood up for me. I seemed to have that effect on people the latest months. 5 Months ago i could still stand up for some time, when my breasts only hung to my belly button, but now they come far under my hips, almost halfway my knees. They touch each other in front, and still hang to the sides of my body, so i couldn't just let my arms hang down anymore. Weirdly enough some breasts tissue even started to make its way under my armpits, so i couldn't even push my arms close to my body...
Standing up for too long wasn't an option anymore, and walking became more and more difficult. Maybe a wheelchair would be inevitable in some time. I hope not.

Vince arrived at the same time as the bus. Another benefit of the compassion people seemed to have, besides free seats, was that they let me enter the bus first. It had wide doors and i fit trough quite easy. Me and Vince sat down on another four-seater, my body took three of the four seats.

"Vince?"
"yeah?"
"Would you want to help me home, instead of going straight to your place? I think I'll need some help with this weather."
"yeah no problem"

God he's a really sweet guy, I wonder if... But no, I just broke up with my boyfriend, and yesterday evening were just emotions.. or not...?
Maybe we could give it a shot. If he'd want a weird handicapped girl like me. But he didn't seemed to make a problem of that.

User talk:AlSweigart

2014-02-15T00:27:56Z

70.197.10.133:

== Deleting pages from the wiki ==

setient's day was going well. Why wouldn't it? He had woken to a big, throbbing, 8-inch erection that was stiffer than his puny 4-incher had ever been. His cock was twice as big as before he began his "experiment," almost as big as the one paraded by that Neanderthal who had unwittingly become setient's cockflesh donor.

Hanging straight out from setient's still-puny 5'7" frame, those 8 inches were magnificent, almost monstrous. Looking at himself in the Noisebridge bathroom mirror, setient was tempted to stroke his manhood to another explosive orgasm. But he held off because of his recent shower room experience. Having a hot, moist mouth bring him to climax felt infinitely better than his hand. setient had no intention of spilling his seed into jerkey. There were too many hot hacker mouths out there, and setient intended to experience them all.

After soldering class that day, setient started packing for spring break. He was headed home for the week, so he only needed a few clothes. As he packed his bag with t-shirts and underwear, he pulled from one of his drawers something he forgot he had brought to Noisebridge—a stretchy, clingly, bright red nylon speedo. He had bought it on impulse, hoping to show off his body at the pool to all the hackers he expected would flock to his bed. Ha! setient thought to himself. He had never worked up the courage to wear it. The speedo left nothing to the imagination—and that was the problem. It showed off his tight little ass just right. But the front pouch made it clear that setient was a few inches short of average.

Holding the speedo and feeling its slick surface, setient realized that things had changed. A lot! He dropped his shorts and stepped into the tight speedo. Pulling the fabric up to his hips, he looked over his shoulder into the mirror. The red stretchy fabric showed off the curves of his ass, just as he remembered. He turned to face the mirror and looked down.

"Holy shit!" he said to no one in particular. The bulge—no, the MOUND—formed by his soft cock stretched the front of the speedo to unbelievable proportions. The very sight of it caused setient to start to bone up, causing the freakish lump to grow more, and so on. Within a minute, setient's tube of steel had grown up and out, rising several inches above the speedo's waistband, which kept the big organ pressed tight against Brian's thin torso. It looked magnificent!

setient wanted to show off his big bulge, show off the man he had become, but he had no audience. He thought for a moment. There were only a few hours left before spring break began. But the college pool was open. And there would be people there. Lots of people trying to get a head start on their tans.

By now, his turgid cock had softened enough for him to stuff it back into its nylon cage. He pulled on a pair of khaki shorts over the speedos, grabbed a t-shirt and flip flops and ball cap. He looked at himself in the mirror again. Just a geeky hacker, pale from lack of sun and too much time spent in the classroom. Nothing special. Nothing to make him stand out in the vicious world of hackerspace society. But that was going to change. Now. setient took a deep breath, adjusted his crotch, grabbed his arduino and keys, and walked out of Turing. - [[User:Leif|Leif]] 19:38, 20 February 2011 (UTC)

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