Here’s a prompt. What about Luna, after a few rounds of eating prey and food, finds herself needing new clothes after being unable to fit into her sweatpants?
“BLOOUUUUURRRPH!!!”
Luna awoke from her nap with not a yawn, but with a tremendously wet belch instead. She was fairly certain she had felt something at least mostly solid make its way up from her gut during the gassy expulsion, but. Eh. Figuring out what that was and where it had landed co

Here’s a idea, what about a dryad who ends up growing fatter the more vibrant the plant life is around her?
Dry and cracked earth crunched beneath Anise's hooves as she stepped into the valley. The acrid scent of smoke hung heavily in the air, and instead of lush greenery and towering trees, the dryad saw only drifting ashes and the twisted husks of scorched evergreens. The dryad huffed and scratched at the ground with one hoof. Life still existed beneath the dunes of ash; it was only slum

            Mari wasn’t exactly certain why the cult wanted to feed her. Honestly, they all seemed more like some sort of weird fan club than a cult, what with their distinct lack of robes, daggers, and Necronomicons. Them being a strange fan club didn’t exactly explain why they wanted to feed themselves to her either, but honestly, Mari wasn’t going to complain! She’d been woken up after a nice nap (during which

                “Open wiiiide~!”
                “Aahhh…”
                Luna’s lips parted, and her tongue lolled out. A strand of saliva connected the top of her maw to the bottom, glistening and wavering as she breathed. Eagerly, she

“...In other news, police have still not discovered any leads regarding the recent rash of missing person cases that have been reported around the Park District. Authorities would like to remind residents that any information that leads to the resolution of these cases will be rewarded for their assistance. Now, as for the upcoming weather next week…”
“Hmmph. Shows what they know about policing. C’mon, Grey, we’d best not keep the others waiting!”
L

    
“Mmh… Mmff… Mmff!”


    
“Ohh, did you like that, little Luxxy? Did I make you
squiiirm~?
”


    
Lux let out another needful moan around the gag in her mouth, writhing and wriggling as best she could with her arms and legs tied down.

Masato furiously blinked away his tears and once more pressed his face against the crack in the old wooden paneling, his heart pounding a mile a minute as he vied for another look at the monster consuming his village. He and the other villagers had all thought it a great boon when the barrels from the wrecked ship had washed ashore, each of them filled with some sort of strange, sweet-smelling alcohol from a far-off land. Masato’s parents dreamed of the riches that could come from selling

    
“Uhh, hello?”


    
Mari’s ears quickly perked up and the dryad girl turned her head to look at who had spoken to her, though she didn’t move from her position halfway inside of the fridge.


    
“Hey! Is this your house?”


&nbs

    
“Dutiful minion, thy goddess’ stomach needs sating!”


    
Upon hearing those words, a variation of the same phrase that constantly assailed her ears, Kris groaned. As much as she didn’t want to, the girl put down the dishes she was currently washing and trudged annoyedly over into the living room, where the “goddess” demanding her attention ha

    “Y-you cow! You heifer! Let me go this instant!”





Glrk



    “

Gaah

! When I get out of here, I’m going to carve out your--!”



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                The gentle summer wind whispered through the fields of grass. Within the barn, the lone structure yet standing in the war-torn fields, Lamb rested upon a pile of hay. The snow-furred huntress, death incarnate, lay with her hands crossed over her stomach. Expression inscrutable behind her ebony mask, the huntress lay silently upon her back, content to watch the clouds pass by. Yesterday, this farmland had b

Prompt: a greedy pred arrives home after a long night of gorging to give her belly some tlc
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thunk!
Glooorsh…
“Goddamn… stairs…”
Still grumbling to herself, Blair hip-checked the door to a close behind her and made a beeline for her living room. With a groan, she finally relieved the stress on her legs and sank into the worn cushions of her couch. The springs inside squealed as if in pain, partially because the couch had already been ancient w

                “M-my lady, please wait! There’s no need for you to go and deal with this yourself! We, your humble servants, are more than capable of disposing of this rabble!”
                Lady Narcissa tapped her fingers on the wooden arm of her seat. Jevons winced, or at least did the best impression he could without a face