I can’t believe it’s already been a year. I never thought that I would last this long.
I have told Ven my interest in getting eaten by him but after what happened a year ago with Justin — I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was there. I was literally right there. He had his mouth agape in front of me, his warm breath hitting my face. The glistening of his mouth as saliva stretched from one point to another.
One of my best friends just got eaten by the other the previou

Justin and I have always suspected something about Ven. It's just that, every week he comes home with some guy, we never get to know their names or whatnot, they always just come and go, like what a one night stand is supposed to be. At least, that's what Ven always says the next morning.




Ven, he's a cute Latino. He's a little short, 5'3" to be exact. I wouldn't say he's twink-ish, he’s definitely getting out of that

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

(3:58 PM) vorgas: hey so uh

(3:58 PM) vorgas: theoretically

(4:00 PM) notanalt: yes?

(4:01 PM) vorgas: okay so im not sure how to say this

(4:01 PM) vorgas: would you believe me if I told you

(4:01 PM) vorgas: uhh

(4:02 PM) notanalt: if you told me what?

(4:07 PM) notanalt: hello?

Alpha Sigma Sigma was always a center of college life at Corrin’s University for the Monstrous, which was unsurprising given that it was THE pred fraternity on campus and was thus unlikely to lose its members to boyguts…largely because the boyguts in question belonged to them most of the time. On 8/8, however, what little inhibitions remained in its ravenous repertoire of students came undone, and a decidedly raunchy form of anarchy (anal-archy, as the kids called it) was always inevitable.

    
Lampella could tell just from the scent in the air when she woke up: this was going to be a good day. The candles of her dark abode were burning lowly but the scent they brought with them was simply divine. The smells of paper, dust, and the slightly sweet scent of the lavender candles made for a simply divine smelling experience. And better yet, a few seconds after waking up the air was filled with the pleasant symphonies of a piano.

Len sat at home alone just watching the minutes go by. Like usual nothing was on TV, Harley was doing a late night concert, and worst of all he was horny. Len sighed as he felt the bulge in his shorts. He also felt like eating as well but he was sick of hearing all the pleading so he got up and made some cereal for himself and tried to ignore his cock.


It was now at the point where the boor boy couldn't even sleep. His cock was still asking for attention and

*gulp* … … … … *SPLASH* … *gurgle*“Woah,” you breathe, as a big lump of… something, comes plopping down into the thick stew around you. The slop is already almost up to your knees, which in the confined space are themselves almost up to your neck, and with this new arrival- this new food- the liquids rise even higher.It comes to rest bobbing up between your legs. It is certainly a big hunk of something, nearly the size of your own chest. Whatever it had been, she’d

“Arise, my flock, and rejoice!” shouted the High Priest, his voice trembling with anticipation. His audience of two, members of the Order of the Yawning Maw, did just that, standing from their pews and mimicking his ecstatic cry. “Rejoice!” The duo, both men, had struggled long and hard to prove their devotion, and now it had paid off. Amongst all their brethren, they had been personally selected by the Father to be a part of a sacred act, the highest of all honors. Standing before an al

    

The moon was slowly sinking into the horizon as River walked into the 24-hour grocer. The odd hours they worked shaped their entire routine, and this was the only store that was still open at this hour. The parking lot was mostly empty, a few people sleeping in their cars, and handful of empty vehicles that likely belonged to the employees. Fortunately the store was still open, and the aging door popped open with a tug.

*GLUoooURP*
 
Jacob scowled at his friend Bryan, whose potbelly was still as large as a basketball and portruding from under his T-shirt. "Dude, it's been, like, four days, how are you still not done digesting?"
 
"Sorry," Bryan replied, pausing the movie they had been watching and jiggling his stomach with hands. It gurgled a few more times and he stifled a burp. "He was big and meaty, probably'll take a while more before I'm completely finished with him.&qu

    
The track changed as soon as Calypso walked in the door. Going from a bumpin’ bass-y song to something more smooth and slow called A Song for Valentine’s. It was pure coincidence but the boy couldn’t help but find it especially fitting. The slower song fit much better with how his wide hips swayed as he walked, his effeminate form being more shapely than anyone else in this club. Most of his form was hidden under a pair of sweatpants and

The campus of Ashington Academy was filled with wandering students making their way to class for their first day at the college. The crowd was made of a myriad of species, from humans to anthros to elves to demons to slimes, and even a few more unique individuals. Walking through this crowd was a brunette boy named Scott, wearing a simple hoodie and some pants. He was filled with excitement as he traveled, almost running into several people as he daydreamed about what he’d do here. Ashington A

We Belong Together

**WARNING: Although this story does not contain disposal, it does contain disospal teasing!**


Chammy whimpered in the depths of her boyfriend's body. The once slim and toned midriff of the master thief was bulged out immensely to hold her snug within. She was trapped in his sweltering belly----curled up, wriggling, overheated, and panting for breatheable air.

It had been many hours.

Lupin reclined in bliss in his favorite chair, gripping possessively at his own swelled g

Harley was DJ:ing at the nightclub and was dancing to his beats. The crowd was crazy as they listened to his songs, with some enjoying it a bit too much. He couldn't blame them, some of his songs created that reaction and loved how it would occasionally affect his boyfriend as well. Speaking of his boyfriend, Len was in the VIP room with their friends and dancing. Harley knew this was the first time Len has come to one of his raves and didn't want all the horny people to scare him away. So Harle