Wherein

 

Mêl

 

gets all eaten up (among other pleasant occurrences)

– part 3






Josh held both his children’s hands as they tottered beside him along the pavement, on their short young legs. He walked patie

Lorna returned a while later with her things, enabling

Mêl

to style her hair properly, apply a little make-up, change into a

skirt

and tank top and more generally feel freshened up and more normal. Much of the rest of the day was occupied with her owner working at her computer while

Mêl

It had snowed softly during the night, and now the thin, powdery white blanket that had settled over south-west England’s fields, woodlands and gardens was melting quietly in the morning sun, snowflakes turning into water and seeping into the grass and soil. The air was cold, and in the small village, a few children, dressed warmly in their scarves and gloves and thick winter coats, chased one another happily down countryside lanes. Their excited shouts faded in the frosty air long before

Mêl’s

surroundings were a pleasant, heady bustle of low music, loud chatter, brightly coloured

clothes

and the scent of liqueur bottles left open. She was at a friend of a friend’s, someone she had never met before and would, she knew, remember only vaguely in the morning. But this was the sort of London night she enjoyed.

“

Sooo

…”

Zeyd

gave a forced, nervous laugh, and scratched awkwardly at his own arm. “I’m not sure what conversation to start with someone who’s going to eat me.” They were walking up a street; there was almost no-one around. As they passed a bakery, he saw a few customers inside. The optician’s next to it was close

Aiden’s world was, in that moment, pure delight. His shrunken body felt aflame with hot, dizzying pleasure, the heat of Ida’s tummy radiating up through his tiny limbs and chest. 






It took him several long seconds merely to begin to process the flood of erotic stimuli rushing into him, enveloping him. He was sitting, breathing in slow deep gasps, on the smooth intense warmth of I

“You want the ball?”

Vivee

smiled at Twinks playfully as he bounded excitedly in front of her, his

snout

quivering and his expressive eyes bright. “

Get

the ball!” she

said, and

threw it. Twinks turned wit

She licked the corner of her lips, with a touch of nervous excitement.






It was spring, bright sunlight streaming in through the gauzy curtain o

f

her smallish flat in Berlin, highlighting the eclectic assortment of belongings in her cosy little living room – the guitar in the corner, which she hadn’t touched for weeks

They ended up slouching together on a comfy sofa in an upstairs room, munching contentedly on chow mein and spring rolls as they re-watched (both having seen it before) the vore-themed episode of the ongoing sci-fi series

Infinite Doorway

, for a laugh.






“I wonder if she really ate the actor there…” Caramel muse

“Speaking of vore,” Mariella said later as Caramel piloted the boat back towards Samos, “I’ve been meaning to ask you about that time you met Cherry.”






Caramel laughed. “You mean the orange juice advert?”






“I mean the orange juice advert,” Mari

Eleven years ago






In the quiet of her bedroom at night, long after she should reasonably have gone to sleep, a teenage girl sat with her bright warm hazel eyes staring intently at her computer screen. She was at her desk, wanting to watch this on a much larger screen than her smartphone would have provided, even if she had to have the sound turned down low. Under her bedroom door, there was no li

Angela Young, known to all her friends and family as Angie, sat on the

sky-blue

seat of the swing in her employer’s back garden, swinging her stocking-clad legs above the recently cut grass, and ate her lunch.






She was a petite, slender girl, perhaps not even quite yet twenty, lush black hair tied back neatly in a ponytail

The Joy of Being Eaten






An Article for Women of America






By Bella Waters






As a woman, there

are certain questions that you expect to be asked. Are you in a marrie

The miniaturised American was still getting undressed when Susy picked him up, gently. He tossed his t-shirt down while she lifted him up, and checked himself over as she walked the few steps to where Vivee was still sitting on Chimoio’s lap. Frankly, Shaquell thought, it felt good not to have his erection constrained by clothing any more. It had sprung up vertical, rock-hard and throbbing with need as soon as he had released it from his trousers and underwear. Now, it ached frantically as

It took a while, but eventually almost all the food had been eaten – except for the guests themselves. They helped Vivee clear away and wash the plates, cutlery and used dishes, and bag the remaining food into the fridge. Then, with Twinkle having ambled back off to his own activities in the back garden, Vivee and her fifteen guests assembled once more in the dining room, and sat themselves down.




All except Vivee herself,

Christmas Eve. The summer sun shone bright and cheerful over the small town street, and its pastel-coloured houses and shops, strings of Christmas lights dangling merrily on their fronts. In the doorframe to a shop with a bicycle painted on the outer front wall, Vivee stood, barefoot, grinning at the three men making their way up the street.




They spotted her, nudged one another, smiled back and waved.

Finally, after 2 months of preparation and several thousand dollars worth of materials, it was finally done. It measured 2.3m diameter and the table that it was on creaked with every adjustment Yessa made. But she knew it would hold, at least until she could introduce it to her players; although it would be nice to have it last through the climax of the campaign, this was the BBEG’s lair after all.
 
 
But now, it was time for her to run her first test. And with that test, comes

Carissa breathed in deeply through her nose, and out again, as she braced herself to swallow the first man from her new tray. She tensed instinctively, her body resisting, her throat tightening against any addition of more food to her belly. She was feeling very, very,
very
full, a heaving heavy mass of people weighing like some great rippling stone within her stomach. She was in dangerous territory now, where her body might well decide to protect itself by expe

Nathaniel Decker was feeling, at this moment, like the luckiest man in the world.




He was standing stark naked, shivering quietly with excitement, on the tray on Hee-young’s table. And he just couldn’t decide where to look.




Over to his left –and therefore to Hee-young’s right– the sculpturally beautiful dark-skinned woman he recogniz

The room was unlike any they had seen before. It was surprisingly large, and the walls and ceiling were painted a pleasantly warm shade of off-white. What first caught the girls’ attention, though, as they hurriedly took off their shoes and sometimes stockings and pressed eagerly inside, was the complex network of narrow, criss-crossing half-pipes that extended at all different heights across the width and length of the room.

“Oh my god!” chirped Saskia peering down at the miniature forms of Alida and Harmen on the floor. “They are so tiny!”






“Yep, that’s what Mr Shrinky does,” said Mariella proudly, “he shrinks people, so they are small enough to eat!” She reached down and gently scooped them up.

The Decadence Club – Part 7






With members of the

Decadence Club

dispersed,

with the exception of

the shrunken Billy, who was hiding under the chairs, unsure whether to attract attention or risk being left at his miniscule size indefinitely, Grizz was tendin

America’s Top Voress
. A popular television competition show in the United States. The first season’s winner was 19-year-old Gabrielle Paramo (eating twenty-eight people in the final), who soon after competed in the North and Central American regional vore qualifiers (eating thirty-one people). Though not formally endorsed by the Vore Council, it was created and produced by the brother of the then-president of the Council.

Mount

Gülluk

, Turkey, 19 December





“
Look!
Have a good look! Isn’t it
amazing
?” The image of the stone ruins down in the forested mountain valley blurred a little as Caramel swung her mobile phone in a sweeping gesture with her hand, filming the view below h