Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or any of
its characters. If I did I would have made Coco the main protagonist.
Also this is a vore story and includes digestion. Don't like? Then
don't read.
RWBY Growing Gluttons: Revenge is Sweet
Emerald and Mercury were relaxing
outside Beacon the day after they won the double battle at the Vytal
Tournament. The grey haired teen was half napping while sitting on a
bench while his partner was going through some fighting moves.
“You sure you need to spend all t

Disclaimer: I own no animated show
characters whatsoever. Also this is a vore story and includes
digestion. Don't like? Then don't read.
RWBY Growing Gluttons: A Well Rounded
Meal
To say that Reese was angry would be an
understatement. It was one thing to lose; it was another to lose in
such an embarrassing fashion and in front of so many people. The
looks in her teammates’ faces as they walked out of the arena
revealed that they were probably thinking the same thing.
Reese felt worse thoug

The
last thing Harley Quinn remembered before she fell asleep was the
exquisite taste of Poison Ivy's breast milk and the blissful comfort
of her breasts. She had been topless at the time, with breasts
unrestricted and at a high-end I-cup size. Ivy had been pretty much
the same, but at a low-end J-cup size instead.    When
she woke up, Harley was dressed in lingerie that alternated between
two shades of green when split down a line of symmetry. (Which, she
noticed, was clearl

  Poison
Ivy brought her friend, Harley Quinn, over to a part of the
greenhouse she had kept hidden from anyone else for a long time. With
a wave of her hands (and per her enthralling nature, the rest of her
body) she waved off a series of vines and revealed a small cavern. It
was strewn with sunlamps for the plants, and various hoses for water
and plant food were set up. She summoned some stumps and a
couple beds made of leaves, forming a couch of sorts, and invited
Harley to&

 
  Harley
Quinn had been humiliated by Batman, and she knew it. What's worse,
her dear old Mister J had reminded her of it many times. Joker even
went as far as trying to punch her in the face, but missed. Where he
did
hit
her, though...    "So he punched my
breast. Big deal!" Harley yelled at the wall in the alley. "If
Mister J knew I was more than just a henchman, he'd come begging for
me to even grace him with the skin of my cleavage!" T