{"id":424,"date":"2015-11-20T15:09:21","date_gmt":"2015-11-20T23:09:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=424"},"modified":"2015-11-20T15:31:35","modified_gmt":"2015-11-20T23:31:35","slug":"filth-ch-01","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=424","title":{"rendered":"Filth Ch. 01"},"content":{"rendered":"

A deeply religious young woman fights against the sinfully dirty thoughts plaguing her. \u00a0Chapter 1 of 2.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Abigail lay in her bed, listening as her roommate’s faint breathing turned slowly to quiet snores.\u00a0 She could hear muted conversations around her from the girls in her suite.\u00a0 She was still getting used to them but, so far, they all seemed like nice girls.\u00a0 Shifting to her side, the young woman watched the other side of the room to make sure Sally, her roommate, was actually asleep.\u00a0 The other figure was blurry but unmoving.<\/p>\n

With a deep blush, Abigail reached her right hand down to lightly touch the soft hairs above her sex.\u00a0 She turned on her side, facing the wall and just slowly stroked the tangle of chestnut hairs over and over.\u00a0 She could feel her shame burning to the tips of her ears.\u00a0 She almost took her hand away as an echo of her mother’s voice filled her ears.<\/p>\n

Your virginity is sacred, Abigail Young, <\/em>her mother always told her.\u00a0 It belongs to your future husband.\u00a0 When you’re married, you belong to him and no other.\u00a0 You give yourself to him body and soul and you please him as his wife.\u00a0 Sexual congress is between a man and his wife and anything else is filthy.\u00a0 You’re not a dirty girl, Abigail.\u00a0 You’re my sweet girl.\u00a0 God is always watching and you wouldn’t want to offend Him, would you, Abi?<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

The young woman bit her lip to fight the urge to touch herself.\u00a0 Her whole body was sensitive and she knew the blood was coming.\u00a0 It was her one shame and her punishment for impure thoughts.\u00a0 Every month, she could feel the urge to touch herself.\u00a0 Every month her nerves would light up, begging to be touched.\u00a0 She fought it every time until the blood came to wash away her sin.\u00a0 Her breasts ached, taunting her.\u00a0 She wanted to massage them but the one time (five times, <\/em>her mind whispered in correction) she’d done it, it’d only made the building ache worse.<\/p>\n

It only made the urge to touch herself worse.<\/p>\n

She could feel her heartbeat between her legs.\u00a0 Playing with her soft downy hair distracted her. Abigail could swear she felt heat radiating from further below.\u00a0 She moved and gasped quietly as her swollen sex pressed between her thighs.\u00a0 Quickly, she opened her legs and took her hand away.\u00a0 I am a good girl,<\/em> she told herself.\u00a0 I’m not dirty like these other girls, giving away their precious virginity to every man that looks their way.\u00a0 I will save myself for my husband.<\/em><\/p>\n

Clasping her hands against her cheek, she began to pray.\u00a0 As she spoke the words and slowed her breathing, she found herself purposefully smelling the heady scent of her own sex.\u00a0 She hugged herself and continued her prayer until she drifted off to sleep.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

“All right,” Abigail’s chemistry professor, Ms. Lopez, said.\u00a0 “You have your groups and the next thirty minutes to get to know each other.\u00a0 If there are any questions, come see me up front.”<\/p>\n

Abigail made her way to a table in the corner.\u00a0 Two men and one other woman joined her as she sat, dropping her heavy backpack to the ground.<\/p>\n

“Hey,” the first man said with a smile.\u00a0 “I’m Jason.\u00a0 Pre-med.\u00a0 So far.\u00a0 I think.”<\/p>\n

“Aaron,” the second man told everyone.\u00a0 “Criminal justice and I’m pretty sure about it.\u00a0 My whole family are cops.\u00a0 Or military.”<\/p>\n

“And I’m Stacy!” The last member said.\u00a0 “I’m not sure yet but I’ll get it figured out.\u00a0 Maybe veterinary science.\u00a0 I kind of love animals so I’m leaning that way.”<\/p>\n

“I’m Abigail,” she told them.\u00a0 “I am going into veterinary.\u00a0 My parents own a farm so I’m going to help out when I graduate.”<\/p>\n

“Oh hey, that’s awesome!” Stacy told her.\u00a0 “I think I’ve seen you in a couple of my other classes, right?”<\/p>\n

“Yes,” Abigail replied.\u00a0 “And Jason, too.”\u00a0 She blushed as she realized what she’d admitted; that she’d noticed the other student before.\u00a0 The young woman fumbled with her glasses as an excuse to look away from everyone.\u00a0 She couldn’t help it – the young man was incredibly handsome and, so far as she’d seen, a really pleasant person.<\/p>\n

“Oh, hey,” Jason said.\u00a0 “I thought I’d recognized you.\u00a0 Dr. Schuler’s class, right?”<\/p>\n

“Yes,” Abigail nearly whispered.<\/p>\n

“Well, if you need a study partner for his class, I was thinking of getting a group together.\u00a0 Some of my old high school friends are in the same class and they’re actually good people.”<\/p>\n

“God,” Aaron said.\u00a0 “I haven’t run into anyone from my old school.\u00a0 It’s all good though.\u00a0 They were a bunch of shitheads”<\/p>\n

Thirty minutes passed quickly as Abigail listened to her classmates talk back and forth.\u00a0 She found herself watching Jason from the corner of her eyes.\u00a0 He was extremely affable but didn’t dominate the conversation and, instead, encouraged everyone to talk about their passions.\u00a0 Her heart raced listening to him.\u00a0 Every time she shifted on her seat, her rough homespun sweater scratched along her simple bra.\u00a0 Even through the padding, she could feel the brush of it against her nipples.\u00a0 A sharp ache flared deep within her with each movement.\u00a0 She pressed her thighs together on reflex but then opened her legs again as the pressure made it worse.\u00a0 Her sweater slid against her side and she shivered and it’s caress.<\/p>\n

God,<\/em> she prayed.\u00a0 Please let this temptation pass quickly.\u00a0 I am your servant as always and ever will be but…<\/em>\u00a0 She let the thought drift away unfinished.\u00a0 It was no use praying to Him to end a trial.\u00a0 Her faith was strong and it was upon her shoulders to bear the burden.<\/p>\n

Everyone separated as class ended.\u00a0 Abigail watched Jason leave, her eyes involuntarily tracking to his jeans, admiring the way he walked.\u00a0 Her breath felt tight in her chest.\u00a0 Her last class wasn’t for another hour so the young woman made her way to her dorm.\u00a0 Even with it being a small, sleepy college town, the various footpaths were lined with students laughing and walking and rushing on their way to class.\u00a0 A few couples sat on the grass, surrounded by orange and yellow Fall leaves.\u00a0 Abigail blushed at one woman with her head resting in her boyfriend’s lap.\u00a0 He was stroking the other woman’s hair and smiling happily at her.\u00a0 It was too easy to imagine Jason doing the same to her.<\/p>\n

Abigail dropped her backpack in her room.\u00a0 The suite was quiet, the other seven girls at class or somewhere else.\u00a0 She made her way to one of the two shared bathrooms and sat to relieve herself, shivering at the cold toilet seat.\u00a0 Finishing, she stood briefly to clean herself off.\u00a0 Her pubic hair was curled but, below, she could see her sex.\u00a0 Her small pink lips were nearly exposed and more red than they should be.\u00a0 She carefully swiped to clean herself and nearly moaned at the brief touch.<\/p>\n

She stayed there, half-crouched, mesmerized by her swollen sex.\u00a0 She’d only looked at herself a few times in her life and only once before her blood came in.\u00a0 Only the once before when she’d found herself blushing at the lightest touch.\u00a0 She’d watched a mare be mounted and couldn’t help but notice the way the animal’s sex looked.\u00a0 Bulging.\u00a0 Swollen.<\/p>\n

Just like she was swollen.<\/p>\n

With a slow, hesitant finger, she touched her thick, glistening outer lips.\u00a0 Her hand drew away, quick as a viper at the warm, pleasurable response.\u00a0 She felt so empty<\/em><\/strong>.\u00a0 She wasn’t completely shielded from real life.\u00a0 Living on a farm and working with animals, she was very aware of how a male took a female.\u00a0 She wondered, again, whether a man’s penis looked like one of the animal’s penises.\u00a0 Like the horse?\u00a0 Smaller, of course.\u00a0 It’d have to be.\u00a0 She tried to laugh at the thought of Jason with a horse’s thick, blunt penis but, instead found herself flushing in sudden heat.<\/p>\n

Her lips glistened, nearly pulsing in time to her racing heart.\u00a0 She reached to pull her panties up and then stopped.\u00a0 Abigail touched herself.\u00a0 Her finger lightly pressed against the bottom of her sex, she slid it upwards towards her mound.\u00a0 The feeling was alien.\u00a0 And incredible.\u00a0 Every inch… every millimeter of her sex felt like it was a live wire.\u00a0 And the heat of it!\u00a0 Blushing, mentally cursing herself, she quickly pulled up her panties and jeans, almost forgetting to flush in her embarrassment.<\/p>\n

You dirty…. you dirty… whore,<\/em> she scolded as she rushed out of the bathroom to clean her hands.\u00a0 It was her mother’s words again.\u00a0 Over and over she washed until her skin was reddened from the hot water and scrubbing.\u00a0 Not just touching yourself but in the bathroom of all places!\u00a0 You filthy, dirty…!\u00a0 <\/em>Abigail calmed herself, breathing deeply to settle her nerves.<\/p>\n

The last class passed in a blur.\u00a0 Abigail barely listened to the teacher drone on about math and, instead, she spent the entire class in prayer.\u00a0 She said the rosary in her mind, using the spirals of her notebook in place of the beads.\u00a0 When she finished, she begun again until students stood up around her.\u00a0 She woke from her trance with a start and collected her things.<\/p>\n

It will pass,<\/em> she told herself.\u00a0 In a day or two, the blood will come and it will pass.\u00a0 Mother was right.\u00a0 Taking classes with other students would be a temptation but I must be strong.\u00a0 For God and for my future husband.\u00a0 <\/em>She’d been homeschooled by her family since she was a little girl.\u00a0 Years and years of curriculum laced with religious teachings.\u00a0 Church three times a week and the other nights spent praying with her family at home.\u00a0 Sunday school and dinners with their pastor.\u00a0 She would not be undone by her own base urges.<\/p>\n

“Abigail!” a voice cried out.\u00a0 “Hey, Abi!”\u00a0 The young woman stopped to look around.\u00a0 Her heart sank as Jason caught up to her.\u00a0 “Hey, glad I caught you!\u00a0 Listen, we’re having a little get-together tomorrow night.\u00a0 My best friend rents a house off campus and some of us are getting together to kind of kick of our first year.\u00a0 It’d be great if you were there.”<\/p>\n

“Oh,” Abigail said, her eyes on the ground.\u00a0 She pressed her glasses further up her nose and then gripped her tight ponytail.\u00a0 “I… I don’t think I can go, Jason.\u00a0 That’s… that’s not my kind of thing.”
\n“Aww,” Jason frowned.\u00a0 “I understand.\u00a0 I mean, there’s going to be some alcohol but we’re banning weed and we’ll also have juice and stuff with people watching it all to make sure nobody fu- uhh, messes with it.\u00a0 My friend and his girlfriend don’t drink.\u00a0 Just going to be a chill party, you know?\u00a0 Some freshman getting to know each other?\u00a0 Look, if you change your mind it’s right over by the engineering building.\u00a0 Corner of 7th and Common.\u00a0 Big house, can’t miss it.”<\/p>\n

“Okay,” Abigail said.\u00a0 “I really don’t think I’ll be there but I appreciate the offer.”<\/p>\n

“No problem!”\u00a0 The young man grinned, small crinkles appearing at the corner of his eyes.\u00a0 Abigail blushed and adjusted her glasses again.\u00a0 “I’ll catch you tomorrow in classes!”<\/p>\n

Abigail stared at the ground until her face cooled.\u00a0 As isolated as she’d been growing up, she’d been around other men.\u00a0 She’d even found some attractive in an abstract kind of way.\u00a0 Knowing they were handsome or attractive but not feeling attracted to them.\u00a0 The rush of emotions for Jason was unfair.<\/p>\n

Hiking her heavy backpack up, the young woman trudged through falling leaves on the way back to her room.\u00a0 A crisp wind whipped the end of her ponytail around and she hugged herself tightly, her thick brown sweater keeping most of the cold off of her.\u00a0 She raised her face to the wind and it cooled her; both her thoughts and her blood.\u00a0 She smiled with self-assurance, knowing she’d make it through the the next few days just fine.\u00a0 God was on her side.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

The bathroom lights reflected Abigail’s face clearly.\u00a0 She laid her hairbrush, full of her reddish-brown hair, down on the counter and then arrayed her loose hair behind herself.\u00a0 Her face was clear and suntanned.\u00a0 Many years spent outside working on the farm had blessed her with darker skin and a spray of freckles.\u00a0 She was dressed in her pajamas – an old birthday gift from 3 years ago.\u00a0 The clothes still fit her petite frame.\u00a0 Despite her modest size, it was buttoned all the way to the top.<\/p>\n

Opening her mouth wide, she examined her teeth.\u00a0 Although old fashioned, her parents had no problems splurging at the dentist and her teeth were nearly perfect.\u00a0 Glancing at the little clock on the counter, she grabbed a toothbrush to quickly finish her routine.\u00a0 Each girl had a certain time for the bathroom to make sure they gave each other space.<\/p>\n

Teeth brushed, showered and clean and feeling sleepy, Abigail made her way to her bed.\u00a0 Her roommate, Sandy, grunted in bed as she passed.\u00a0 The other woman’s first class was at 6 in the morning and so she was always the first in the bathroom and first to bed.<\/p>\n

Abigail shivered in the cold open air.\u00a0 They weren’t able to change the temperature for the rooms and coming from a hot shower, even a cool room felt like it was freezing.\u00a0 She shuffled quickly to her bed on slippered feet and then slid under the covers of her thick quilt – a gift from her grandmother.\u00a0 Sighing happily, Abigail pulled the blanket up to her chin and closed her eyes.\u00a0 Heaven,<\/em> she told herself. Pure heaven.\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

She prayed in bed.\u00a0 Her last routine before falling asleep.\u00a0 The effect was nearly magical.\u00a0 Rarely was it that she wasn’t asleep five minutes after the last word.\u00a0 Except, this time, mid-prayer, Abigail’s mind flashed back to earlier in the day when she was saying the rosary.\u00a0 Immediately, and despite her efforts against it, she thought of why she’d had to say the rosary.\u00a0 Images of herself in the bathroom.\u00a0 Thoughts of what she’d looked like.\u00a0 Of what she’d been thinking of.<\/p>\n

Her body began to awaken.\u00a0 She shifted uncomfortable and the cotton of her sleeping clothes slid along her smooth stomach and sides.\u00a0 It was torturous.\u00a0 She could feel her nipples hardening in response and, worse, her sex began to ache.\u00a0 She turned to her side but nearly cursed out loud as her top slid against her small, hard nipples.\u00a0 The young woman felt it deep inside as a burning, electric sharp ache.<\/p>\n

It’s all his fault,<\/em> she thought.\u00a0 Jason.\u00a0 He’s just… just so…<\/em>\u00a0 His face filled her vision.\u00a0 The little lines at the corner of his eyes and the scruff of his trimmed beard.\u00a0 She heard his voice, deep and confident echoing through her head.\u00a0 Watching him walk.\u00a0 His pants had fit him quite<\/em><\/strong> well.<\/p>\n

Her hand reached down, sliding against the bare skin of her stomach, tangling into the sparse curls of her hair.\u00a0 Abigail’s face burned.\u00a0 It was worse than it had ever been.\u00a0 The urge.\u00a0 She couldn’t stop thinking of Jason.\u00a0 Her hips made small motions, back and forth against the bed as she pictured the young man.\u00a0 The look of him.\u00a0 Would<\/em><\/strong> it be like a horse?\u00a0 She had vague memories of seeing her brothers and father naked when she was very, very young but couldn’t remember anything distinctly.\u00a0 Nudity was not allowed around other people in their house.\u00a0 Would it have spots?\u00a0 Does it just hang there like-<\/p>\n

Abigail froze.\u00a0 Her fingertip, nail trimmed low, brushed against her clit.\u00a0 Her heart pounded in her chest and throat and she burned to her ear tips.\u00a0 She could feel a sort of wetness.\u00a0 She could feel the heat radiating from her sex.\u00a0 She could feel…\u00a0 Maybe,<\/em> she told herself, licking her lips.\u00a0 Maybe it will go away if I touch myself a little.\u00a0 Maybe I just…<\/em><\/p>\n

Slowly, carefully, her finger slid against the hood covering her clit.\u00a0 Abigail breathed out hoarsely, breath shuddering from the tension.\u00a0 Further her finger went and it separated her wet lips.\u00a0 The young woman hunched tightly against herself.\u00a0 Her temples were pounding.\u00a0 Her whole body was a bundle of wires.\u00a0 The ocean roared in her ears.\u00a0 She reached further and then jumped as she felt her ass.\u00a0\u00a0 Quickly, she crooked her finger and brought it up again until the tip touched her hood.<\/p>\n

She pictured him again.\u00a0 Jason.\u00a0 His smile.\u00a0 His strong arms and legs.\u00a0 Her finger reached down again and she opened to it.\u00a0 His pants.\u00a0 Tight.\u00a0 Holding… holding that<\/em><\/strong>.\u00a0 Abigail gasped quietly, head back as her fingertip dipped inside of her sex.\u00a0 It was so warm.\u00a0 And so slick.\u00a0 From her need.\u00a0 Her hips began to work back and forth again.\u00a0 Slow, tiny movements.<\/p>\n

Jason, in her mind, held her close.\u00a0 It was after their wedding day, of course.\u00a0 At night.\u00a0 He was so handsome in his tuxedo and she was beautiful in her pure white dress.\u00a0 They were laughing, drunk on their excitement.\u00a0 He was leading her to their bed at a fancy, rich hotel.\u00a0 In Paris.\u00a0 No, Rome.\u00a0 He undressed before her.\u00a0 Slowly.\u00a0 His chest was hairy, as a man’s chest should be.\u00a0 She blushed (in her thoughts) as he began unbuttoning his pants.<\/p>\n

Abigail’s hand went unconsciously to her left breasts, the heel pressing against it to work out the ache.\u00a0 Her finger slowly explored in her tight, wet sex.\u00a0 Her hips worked back and forth.\u00a0 Back and forth.\u00a0 Small dark brown hairs sprouted from her fat, wet lips, surrounding her sex before disappearing into the tangle of her pubic hair.<\/p>\n

Back in her mind, Jason’s pants slid to the floor and she looked down.\u00a0 His penis hung like a horse’s.\u00a0 Round, thick and flat at the tip.\u00a0 It was all she could think of at the moment.\u00a0 Better than making something else up and it being ridiculous.\u00a0 It grew as she watched and her finger began to work fast.\u00a0 Jason was undoing her dress, somehow while she was still on her back.<\/p>\n

She lay naked before him.\u00a0 She hid her small breasts in embarrassment but he gently took her arms away.<\/p>\n

Abigail grunted as her finger moved, rubbing her clit through the hood of skin.\u00a0 She licked her lips again and whispered Jason’s name.\u00a0 A few long, stray brown hairs grew from her areola.\u00a0 Lines of sweat broke out along her stomach, rolling to her right side.<\/p>\n

In her mind, the young man’s penis lay against her belly.\u00a0 He was looking down at her.\u00a0 Smiling at her.\u00a0 Her husband.\u00a0 His penis was warm and heavy on her.\u00a0 She wanted to touch it.\u00a0 She wanted to see if it was as smooth and soft and silky as it looked.\u00a0 He moved, though, and it brushed her sex just as her finger was doing now.<\/p>\n

In her bed, her other hand slid against her nipple and she almost cried out.\u00a0 Her hips worked faster as she rubbed herself.\u00a0 But, in her mind, she hid her face as Jason’s penis pressed against her sex.\u00a0 He was so gentle with her and, as her entered her, he told her he loved her.<\/p>\n

Pressure built deep inside the young woman.\u00a0 She grunted again and then gasped, finger inside while her palm rubbed against the little hidden clit.\u00a0 Harder and faster and she still felt so empty. Jason was inside of her.\u00a0 Holding her tight.\u00a0 Kissing her gently.\u00a0 He-<\/p>\n

Abigail cried out sharply, her legs jerking.\u00a0 She pressed her thighs together as a warm spray of liquid coated them.\u00a0 A thick, rich smell filled the air and she could feel her own juices completely coating her hand.\u00a0 Her heart hammered beneath her reddened chest. She jerked again, involuntarily as a smaller orgasm coursed through her.\u00a0 Tears leaked behind tightly closed eyelids.\u00a0 Tears of joy and of shame.\u00a0 It had just felt so good<\/em><\/strong>.\u00a0 And, yet, her she lay in her own filth.<\/p>\n

For a brief moment, she considered getting up to wash her sheets and blanket and clothes but the laundry room was too far away and it was the middle of the night.\u00a0 And she’d probably wake her roommate.\u00a0 She would know exactly what she’d done.\u00a0 She would just have to sleep in it.\u00a0 If anything, it was a good punishment.\u00a0 Not only had she touched herself when she shouldn’t have but she’d apparently peed herself as well.\u00a0 She hid herself under her blankets but then immediately came out again.\u00a0 Her scent was strong and made her start to ache a little more again.<\/p>\n

Slowly, above her wet pajama bottoms, fine chestnut hairs begin to sprout in a line from the matted, slick tangle of her pubic hair.\u00a0 The hairs grew thick and coarse down the middle until the touched her belly button.\u00a0 Light, softer brown hairs, mixed with red, fanned to her sides, smaller and smaller until they vanished from sight.\u00a0 More reddish-brown hairs grew from tuft of fur around her sex and down to surround her small, pink asshole.\u00a0 The skin above the young woman’s ass stretch outward as a small bump formed.<\/p>\n

Abigail reached to tuck a non-existent stray piece of hair behind her ear but stopped and, instead, scratched at her ears with her free hand.\u00a0 The skin of her ears thinned slightly as they stretched, almost imperceptibly, rounding at the tip.\u00a0 She made a small motion, rubbing at her left ear with her clenched fist and then dragging it back and down to settle her hair.\u00a0 She repeated the motion, rubbing her ear and then down along her hair.\u00a0 It felt therapeutic and she finally began to calm.<\/p>\n

As she relaxed, the young woman scratched behind her shoulder and neck.\u00a0 A thin line of brown hairs lazily sprouted from out of her hairline, tracing down her spine.\u00a0 Slowly the hairs grew, pushing at each other, winding around each other until they reached the small bump at the base of her spine.\u00a0 Those same sparse hairs grew along the back of her shoulders and she scratched at them with a happy sigh.\u00a0 Her fingers bulged as a tiny point pressed through the tips of her fingers.\u00a0 Tiny drops of blood welled beneath each point.\u00a0 Small and still hidden by her fingernails, her new claws nonetheless scratched red lines long her lightly furred shoulders.<\/p>\n

The young woman covered herself with her blanket again, ostensibly to hide her embarrassment but, she found herself breathing deeply of her own scent.\u00a0 A tiny line appeared on her top lip, perfectly down the middle.\u00a0 The skin split and immediately healed into two separate pieces until only a close inspection would be able to see the change.\u00a0 Abigail breathed deeply, finding herself suddenly incredibly warm and relaxed and tired.\u00a0 She ground her teeth at an abrupt ache deep along her jaw.\u00a0 Back and forth, teeth grinding and scraping as sleep finally took hold.<\/p>\n

In a ripple starting from the base of her neck, Abigail’s spine bulged and stretched before settling back into place.\u00a0 The girl’s body lengthened and she whined quietly in pain while she slept.\u00a0 Loud sharp squealing pops filled the air as her neck elongated.\u00a0 The young woman coughed and a small speck of blood and spit splattered against her white sheets.<\/p>\n

Stretching out her longer form with a contented sigh, the young woman passed into dreamless sleep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A deeply religious young woman fights against the sinfully dirty thoughts plaguing her. \u00a0Chapter 1 of 2. Abigail lay in her bed, listening as her roommate’s faint breathing turned slowly to quiet snores.\u00a0 She could hear muted conversations around her Continue reading Filth Ch. 01<\/span>→<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[4],"tags":[125,287,316,272,48,15,315,93,9,261,259],"class_list":["post-424","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-story","tag-changes","tag-corruption","tag-f","tag-fur","tag-masturbation","tag-nsfw","tag-rat-woman","tag-tf","tag-transformation","tag-were-rat","tag-wererat"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p42NMN-6Q","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/424","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=424"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/424\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":427,"href":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/424\/revisions\/427"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=424"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=424"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=424"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}