The
two interviewers jotted down some notes as the latest applicants
entered through the door. They were a pair of statuesque twins, both
with identical bodytypes. They had a bit more meat on their bones
than most applicants thus far, but they wore it very well, the extra
pudge mostly serving to soften their curves and accentuate their hour
glass figures.
“Interesting,”
said the second interviewer. “I’m not certain we’ve had a type
of vore that requires two people at once, here in the

High-Protein Snack
(RWBY Vore)By SwitchA long groan droned along the hallway, an echoing call of discomfort or unhappiness. As the tired young girl dragged herself down the hall towards her dorm room, she couldn’t help but continue moaning with exhaustion. To see Nora Valkyrie in such a state would be a shock to anyone. The ecstatic young fighter, usually unable to keep herself from bouncing off the walls, could barely manage to keep her feet from dragging as she trudged along.It’s n

Dr.
Wiig checked her sheet. The ink was still wet on her psychiatric
degree, and she was desperate for a job. Thus, the offer of “trouble
patient specialist,” while worrying, wasn’t worrying enough for
her to turn down when she applied to the local mental institution.
She flipped her hair out of her eyes and adjusted her outfit. It was
probably a little less than professional—she worked hard for her
toned and athletic physique and liked to show it off—but she’d
yet to receive any com

The Incredible Bulk


Chapter 1


This had been a good semester for Leslie. She'd done well in all her English and Drama classes, and would probably get straight A's. She was also feeling a lot better about herself mentally. At the beginning of the year she'd finally ended an emotionally abusive relationship with Garry, her ex. She'd dated a bit, but felt much more confident and in-control with men than she had in the past. Leslie had always been beautiful, but her new self esteem made

The French Restaurant. A story by d0ugless


The Scene:


An expensive French restaurant at a five-star hotel in Paris. A beautiful, young American actress is sitting alone in a black sequined gown. An impeccably-groomed, tuxedo wearing waiter approaches.


"Mademoiselle, you look magnifique! How may I serve you tonight?"


"Well, I'm not too hungry, maybe just a little snack…"


"Oh, oui oui, we have wonderful snack. One moment. Pierre!"

“I'm here! Let's get this show on the road!”
“Settle down Dana, I see you-.... You've uhhh gotten bigger I see.”
“Well duh Dad! I told you I'd be hanging around the SOCK camp.” Dana said.
“What did that stand for again?” the man asked. Dana rolled her eyes.
“Harvey it means School Of Consensual Killing, and how did that go dear?” A woman said.
“Fine mom, got way more than last year when I just roamed around churning man. Turns o

Sam
rolled out of his sheets with a tired groan, his messy blonde hair
matted to his face with sweat. It was only June, and already, too
damn hot for the young man. He sat up in his bed, brushing the curly
locks away from his eyes as he reached for his phone. 4:37 AM.
Shit. Sam had been hoping his sleeping problems would leave him be
for the summer months, without the necessities of college to keep him
awake into the wee hours of the morning, but it only took the first
half of June to snuff

Robin
let out a tired sigh as she sat down in the common area of the
Shepards’ barracks… but not before checking her chair and the
area around it for traps. It certainly wasn’t like the tactician
to be so suspicious in her own base, but the last week had given her
reason to fear her own ignorance. It all started days ago, when a
certain mischievous Ylissean princess, her sister-in-law, slipped a
frog into Robin’s bra. Without her even noticing before it touched
her skin! No matter ho

Forrest
hummed to himself, enjoying a warm, peaceful, breezy day alone in the
wilderness. The wind blew around the elegant, pink skirt he wore,
giving small glimpses of the boy’s amazing, bouncy ass to all the
nonexistent eyes behind him. Only the insects below would know the
imposing visage of those two soft, pale moons, casting an incredible
shadow with their sheer size. All that volume and jiggle hanging off
his hips always put Forrest in a good mood whenever he went out on a
walk, the mo

I’d
been standing on the side of the road for hours, just looking for a
ride. Early on I was getting passed up by dozens of cars. Now it was
getting late and I hadn’t even seen
a car in twenty minutes. When I saw the glare of a headlight
approaching, I frantically waved my arms. Almost immediately my heart
dropped. Rather than a car with a headlight out, it was a motorcycle…
with no side car.
Just
my luck, this
was the one that stopped.
The
biker woman was, in a word, bodacious. She was se

    
Alphys is the Royal Scientist for a reason. Well technically, that reason is partially falsified, but there are
other
reasons too. While not quite an artificial SOUL, creating an artificial body for a ghost is a pretty impressive feat. Not to mention any one of random inventions coming out of her lab. Plenty of hidden reasons, too. Hopefully ASGORE doesn’t know about those!! They’re hidden for a reason. It mak

Angela waved to all her friends hanging out the window as the Everton High school bus pulled away from her stop. She gave an exhausted sigh, relieved that another grueling school day had come to its end, before turning down the stretch of road that led into her neighborhood. Ahead of her, she caught sight of Maya skipping down the sidewalk in a cute floral print dress, also on her way home from school. Maya was still in elementary school, but they were neighbors and Maya’s upbeat, ever-che

“First off does anyone know what an intimacy therapist is or does?”
No answer... Practically crickets chirping.
It was always crickets to the first question, it never failed. In this auditorium filled with teenagers, all with opinions about everything are completely speechless and knowledge-less on anything Juliana tried to ask about. Their eye contact wandered from hers and she felt a sigh coming on before a single hand timidly went up.
Thank god Juliana thought to herself and nodd

Another
cold, morning dawned over the quiet walls of Fort Corrin. Even the
foreign realm of the Astral Plane seemed to follow the conventions of
the normal world, even that of the seasonal weather changes. Winter
was encroaching even on this strange, invisible world. Yet, even
with the growing cold making beds more enticing throughout the
castle, Dwyer rose from his sheets at the crack of day, just as he
did every morning.
The gray
haired butler sighed as he stretched out, combing his hair i

Cortana
kept cyber-security high when she and John-117 were on a mission due
to the Covenant's desires to capture and kill the two of them. This
time, they had infiltrated a Forerunner structure currently occupied
by Covenant forces to gain information about the rest of the Halo
ring they were stranded on stored there. Using the Mjolnir suit's
advanced sensor array and a little data mining on her part, she had
discovered the correct console in the facility, and pointed John in
the right directio

Kagero
and Orochi were two of the closest friends in the entire army, from a
young age to even now they are almost inseparable, but that’s where
their problem lies. Almost. They both wished they could be together
without having to worry about anything forcing them apart. Of course
they spent a tremendous amount of time together but it’s not enough
for them, and now here they are relaxing together in the hot spring
which has become routine for them, oddly enough however no one else
seemed to

Selina Kyle was a little angry, but mostly frustrated. After years of the classic will they, won't they routine with Batman he just seemingly shut her down once and for all, telling her that if they were ever together she'd become a target.






Of course

she had argued that she could take care of herself, but he had argued that she just didn't have the resources and

Laurel Lance had been warned by Nyssa al Ghul about using The Lazarus Pit to bring her sister back, but it was Sara! Her sister. She couldn't just leave her dead if she had the chance to resurrect her.

So

she had ignored the warnings and insisted that Nyssa didn't kill Sara when she came out of The Pit, and not once had she regretted it. Not while having to repeatedly sedate Sara while travelling back to Star City, or while chai

Cersei Lannister grinned wickedly and then licked her lips at the sight before her. Sansa Stark

might be a filthy traitor, but she had always been beautiful, and she certainly had never looked better than like this, lying naked on her front with her arms firmly tied behind her back, her legs bound and a bright red apple in her mouth.






If it where

The house slept around me, its stillness a seemingly endless barrage on the senses. Every movement I made in bed sounded throughout the room and the residence. Occasionally I’d hear the odd pair of drunken partygoers passing through the neighbourhood on their way home. An hour ago, I’d listened as my brother came home, drunk and stumbling up the stairs noisily. Since then I couldn’t sleep, and I had idly trawled through my phone, its blue light a detrimental factor to my failin

D.Va felt a rush as she was pulled up into her mecha. She ran on absolute instinct as she fell into position and immediately gunned her jets, the mech picking up its feet and rushing forward.



There was nothing that Hana Song loved more than piloting her mecha. Sometimes it was a stressful endeavor, what with the risk posed if she failed at her mission, and the risk to herself if perhaps ejecting wasn’t quite enough. But she was st

Two
weeks had passed since Forrest’s last incident. Since he had
devoured probably the most high-profile meal he could have imagined.
Corrin, the benevolent princess who was leading the war effort
against Hoshido, as well as his own commander and friend, was little
more than part of the weighty bubble butt the girlish boy toted on
his hips (though said butt had reduced in size a bit after his
ability to sate himself on normal food had been restored). And yet,
despite the implications of wha

WARNING:

Contains F/M Sexual Content, Digestion, Disposal,

Coprophagia

(eating scat), Will-breaking, a sphinx version of

Beyonce

Knowles and plenty of body gas.


The thing about warlocks was that they tend to make enemies. A LOT of enemies. Some of those enemies included the Palad

Sunday Afternoon
By the Wolf
Requested by Mackenzie
Beverly moaned happily as she ran her tongue over the top of the other woman’s feet. She wanted to savor the last taste while the painted toenails wiggled between her lips. Sitting on her couch, she rubbed her already expanded belly, the meal’s legs extending through her gullet and throat. The phone app hook-up had made such a lovely lunch on a lazy Sunday.
Using her tongue to help, Beverly gave another swallow, slurping the toes i