A

seat at the bar


Cassy adjusted the straps of her black apron, fingers nervously fiddling with a loose thread as she leaned against the bar counter. It was a slow night, the kind where the jukebox hummed out a lazy tune, and the soft clink of glasses was the only competition it had. Not that anyone was drinking from them. The woman in her early 30’s kept alternating between glasses with her rag. Desperately trying

Rebecca blew a raspberry as she kicked an empty can of NiCola across the grungy streets, the bustle and cries of Night City all but empty background noise to her as she stewed in her own thoughts. Very unflattering thoughts that is.“Stupid gonking Lucy, moving up on David with her fancy schmancy net running skills - so what if it looks more preem than any of my irons, I can do that stuff too! With the right chrome… ah who am I kiddin - I can't do nuna that shit.”With a sigh, she slumped ag

It was easier if they didn’t wake up
She tried to move slowly. It was easier when they didn't wake up. It was probably bad that she knew that, but if she cared if what she was doing was bad, she would have stopped months ago. Now she was firmly in “in for a penny, in for a pound” territory. The redhead was still sleeping peacefully. She had a name, but it wasn't important. What was important was that she was a redhead. For about a year, she'd been trying to collect two of each

Kicking her shoes off, Sonja collapsed onto her couch with a groan. Another long day of work complete.
“Lillie, you there?”
An affirmative ding echoes from deeper inside the house, shortly followed by the quiet footsteps of Sonja's robotic maid.
“Welcome home, my lady!” The robot, Lillie, greeted in her usual soft voice. “Is there anything you require?”
“Yeah, can you get me a drink?”
“Of course, my lady!” Lillie replied cheerily, but w

“

Just so you know, I’m going to let myself go after the wedding.”




“

You’ve told me that a thousand times,”

exasperated,

Barry had to smile despite himself.

Vanessa

was smart, beautiful, acc

A Sleepover
A sleep over.I hadn’t seen her since college, we were grownups, and yet when we got back in touch the first thing she suggested was “we should do a sleepover. Like old times.” I said yes. Of course I said yes. I’d had a crush on her since high school. I never told her. It would make things weird. But any excuse to spend some time with her was welcome. Of course, if there had been an excuse that didn’t involve sleeping on the floor, that would have been m

Customer service
“Yes. Send them in.”
Michael hadn't pursued this position. He inherited it. And right about now he was wishing the prior holder of the position had agreed to keep it. Of course given the incredible headaches that come with the job, he understood why she left. The company was one of those ridiculous conglomerates that sold and manufactured everything from baby powder to nuclear reactors. His job was dealing with “complex customer service issues.” Basical

“

Howdy, y’all

! Be with you in just a sec!”




Theresa fought the urge to say ‘Konnichiwa’ or ‘Nihao.’ Too many

times mistaking what nationality the people were. Even bowing elicited uncomfortable chuckles more often than

appreciative

The Long Haul Part 4: RogueAn unexpected presence on the ship makes themselves known “Well well well, seems like someone’s been busy~” Lulu had been investigating the cluttered engineering depot but that sudden voice made her freeze, it came from the entryway behind her. The voice was young and feminine sounding, but backed up with an aura of authority. She struggled to get the words to form a response. “I… uh… I mean... um... this isn’t what it l

The Long Haul Part 3: EngineeringLulu looks for a solution to her growing problem Lulu remembered when a nagging thought in her head said she probably should have stopped at four people yet she ignored it and went for a fifth anyways. She remembered it the entire trip back to her room. She had walked this route over almost a hundred times in all her patrols but those times she was carrying a tad bit less weight, this time it was a little more difficult. Her belly was the size of a lumpy rou

The Long Haul Part 2: MaternityLulu goes to a new section of hibernation for a different kind of prey Another day aboard the passenger spaceship ‘Dreamer’, or more accurately another 24 hour cycle. The closest you can get to a proper day in space is the ship automatically dimming the lights for artificial night and day shifts to help people acclimate to better. The lights in the crew quarters bedrooms gently increased in luminosity to coax their lone resident awake. The light sp

Gaining girlfriend meets the parents



“Red or white Sandra?” said Derek from the basement.

Derek and Sandra

Goodburn

were preparing a feast for

their

son and his new girlfriend. It would be the first time they have met

the fab

Contains: SSBHM, Excessive eating, implied vore, and all that you have come to expect.



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Another day for the ever more gluttonous hero of the wild, another inevitable series of empty plates, crushed seats, torn clothes, and mysterious disappearances of those who got too close. This was what Link was h

My absolute favorite

picture of myself was taken on my first vacation with Xenia. We were at a Caribbean resort –

ultra-luxurious,

ultra-exclusive; no surprise given Xenia’s wealth – and I’m sitting at the pool bar, using two stools

as I emptied out the small kitchen just by myself.

Fact: the global population

i

s rising faster than it ever was.

A

possible (but as yet discounted) trend in increased fertility among women

i

s leading to larger litters with each pregnancy, and economic growth in most first world countries

i

A gentle chime plays, stirring you to consciousness as a digital voice says, “Good morning. You have been in suspension for--”“HELLO?” You hear loud banging on a door, drowning out the automated announcement. As you finally open your eyes, you come to realize you are lying on a bed in a motel room. At least, something that looks like one. A truly unnatural amount of light is coming through the ‘windows’ and there’s a monitor hanging from the ceiling that reads “WE ARE EXPERIENCIN

Spoilt






The kitchen smelled of rosemary and garlic, a symphony of rich spices steadily saturating the air. Greg stood on his tiptoes, straining every sinew in his tiny frame while reaching for the pots perched tauntingly high on the kitchen's topmost shelf.

This wasn’t Greg’s own kitchen, for the simple reason that the