“I love you, sweetheart~” Ash moaned, giving her large gut a deep squeeze. Trish squirmed happily, as her girlfriend’s gut began to churn away at her, turning her into fat on Ash’s body. The respawn machine they owned ensuring she’d be there to enjoy Ash’s fuller curves the following morning. Cozying in for the night, Trish resigned to her fate as food…

The following morning, Trish slowly opened her eyes, waking up on the respaw

The Long HaulA hungry crew member takes advantage of passengers in hibernation Space is a lot more colorful when you’re right in the middle of it. Lulu was idly letting her mind wander as she walked down the long metallic hallway of the spaceship she was stationed on. She had medium length black hair adorned with purple highlights that lightly bounced to the rhythm of her footsteps. She was roughly average height with moderate proportions, her chest and butt making only modest bumps a

Shie was the epitome of athleticism. If the anthro snow leopard's record shattering races as captain of the track team weren't evidence enough, her brief dabbles in any variety of physical sport were enough to show she was a natural in anything she attempted. Flexible, lithe, and strong summarized her physical ability quite well, if not downplayed it, and her consistent high-spirits attitude made it difficult to root against her. Shie lived for the moments she could show off her skills, and the

Constitution Check



Commission



It would have been a pleasant night. While the coastline is often scorching hot during the day and bitterly cold at night, the party found themselves blessed with especially temperate weather. The sea breeze brought them moist, salty warmth as the last seagulls crooned expectantly for any discarded morsels.

Truly, in

Caleb despised Vore Day. Hated it, loathed it, detested it, abhorred it, the whole gamut, a veritable 8/8 Grinch. Fear was a big part of it, of course. Lanky nondescript twinks like him were french fries on the best of days, and Vore Day turned every encounter into a life or death scenario. The fact that he was on so many people’s literal shitlists didn’t help, but it certainly wasn’t his fault that so many preds wanted him in a porcelain grave that he had to barricade his home. So what if

Level 1 Basil strode through the door of the inn, he had a proud and dignified look on his face, but held himself wearily, it was clear to anyone who cared to take notice, that despite his pride, he was very tired.Of course, that was assuming there was anyone to take notice, seeing as the tavern was absent of the patrons that someone would normally expect to see around this time in the evening.“A mug of beer, barkeep.” Basil said as he approached the bar, “And a key to a room.” “I can

Equalizing
by Gimlet
I don't
generally do shrinking... I don't generally do digestion or
fatalities... but this story idea presented itself to me and I don't
like to mess with an idea just to fit my fantasies, I'd rather it
worked right. I'd Rather it FELT right as I write it down. This one
did. I hope you like it.
F/F, Vore,
Shrinkage, Growth, Domination, Digestion, Revenge.
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Winnie
wiped the grease from her face and beamed at the latest incarnation
of her life long work. T

The
burglar was almost through robbing the house. Despite the fact she'd
discovered the home owner was home and merely sleeping in the
upstairs bedroom, she'd decided to take the chance and try cleaning
out the house anyway. It had been a VERY profitable decision. The
home was utterly packed with all sorts of small, portable valuables,
mostly jewelry. Of course, she knew it would be. She'd been casing it
for a while now, and the young woman who lived here was always
positively dripping with ring

    

“A polar vortex has already consumed the state of… record-breaking snowstorm that… many in their homes… frostbite and hypothermia. Massive pile-up… eight miles west of… Johnson county roads… closed. Seek shelter immediately...”




    

The radio, which had held on f

It was
a lazy Sunday. She was waiting for her boyfriend to come by. They
didn't really have any plans, just hanging out at her place. That was
her favorite way to spend a Saturday. For one thing, it meant she
could just lounge around in her pajamas. But he was
taking forever. She
sighed and slouched on the couch, trying to figure out something to
keep herself busy.She tugged up her shirt a little and
scratched her belly. In doing so, she noticed her belly button. He
remembered when she

"Just a little further." Markus said, trudging through the sand as he led the party forth, his staff held aloft to cast an array of light around the party that both protected everyone from the sandy wind and pointed towards their destination. The great sage was well experienced, and he had led his fellow magic-casting companions through thick and thin. This seemingly endless ocean of sand and sun was not the hardest thing they had gone through, not by a long shot. "I can sense its

“You really are a vicious predator,
Kala,” Becici teased, laying breathlessly on Kala’s tummy. The
Miqo’te girl she’d just enjoyed a night with had a delightful,
pillowy soft and squishy chest and belly, perfect for relaxing after
a session together.
Kala gasped for breath, looking
curiously down at the energetic little Lalafell girl. “I don’t
know what you mean.”
“Well, that is how you got this
chubby belly, isn’t it?” Beci’s small hands rubbed over the
soft flesh of Kal

“Ouch…”
Mimiru stuck her wounded finger in her
mouth, suckling on it with a pouting expression on her face. The
needle she was using to repair her robes had gone rogue and stabbed
her in the finger… again. She had quite a way to go before she was
anything resembling handy with a needle.
But the repairs had to be done, and
having spent the day sitting alone in her room with little to do,
Mimiru preferred to do it herself. At least then she’d get some
practice. But so far, all she’d go

There was little in the world like the scent of fresh-caught fish lovingly pan-fried and accompanied by a healthy serving of delicately roasted Mun-Tuy beans. It could make anyone stop in their tracks. It certainly made Hildeyerd stop in hers.The dark-haired Hyur woman eyed the three steaming hot dinners being carried to the trio of guests with no small amount of jealousy. Her stomach begged for her to sit and indulge in them... but it wasn't to be.For one thing, the food wasn't for her - someth

Don’t ignore momma’s belly!


“What do you mean my mom’s here?” said Danny in both shock and annoyance. He was currently standing outside his college dorm, terrifying one of his class mates. “I swear, I just saw her outside making her way in” said the boy as Danny lifted him up by the scruff of his collar. “And you are certain it was her” said Danny through gritted teeth. “Your mom does kind of st

DAY 0:
 
*BANG RATTLE RATTLE BANG!*
 
Your eyes snapped open at the sudden sounds you heard somewhere outside. It was the dead of night, with only the light of the full moon illuminating the area outside your bedroom window. Something was rummaging directly outside your house, and you spent a few moments paralyzed in fear as you listened to determine what exactly it was. Some vigorous rustling, scrapes against metal…a tin can falling against pavement? You realize what was happening, and your

“You sell cursed flour?” H’aerindu asked the street vendor, dubiously eyeing the mildly discolored flour put up for sale.The tag didn’t even try to hide it.“Aye to the yes!” the Lalafellin salesman replied, “You’d think it’d be bad for business but we’ve really been raking it in. The farmers were out of their wits after they chased out some cultists doing wicked rituals, too short on gil to just throw their harvest away. But to everyone’s surprise, it’s actually really go