It
was a couple of weeks after discovering that Amy could anal vore
people and things became very interesting. Having a person per day
had an effect on the teenager, as her thighs and backside thicken
with fat gained from her ‘meals.’ With each butt cheek double the
size of a big exercise ball, they endlessly jiggled as she moved,
looking for a new pair clothes to cover them. The fat also went to
her breast, bumping them at least half a cup, and her belly, becoming
more pudgy with each perso

London, 1 May 2028





At this time of spring, the evening sky was still bright and warm. There was barely a lazy cloud to trouble its pale bright blue. Down in the streets of one of the busiest capital cities in the world, though, the young Jamaican woman hesitated amidst the bustle of the evening crowd. People of all social classes, all colours, all types of dress flowed like mingled streams around her, heading ho

Calgary, Alberta, Canada, 16 April 2028






Swish!
Her blades, responding to the swift movements of her body, performed a controlled skid across the ice, their sound mingling with the whoosh of her racket and the sharp, echoing
thwock

!
as she slammed it up into the shuttlecock. The feathered cork hurtled back throug

Milan, Italy, 18 February 2026





This was it. The moment she had been training so hard for, over these past four years. She could feel her heart thumping hard inside her chest, her breath coming in and out slowly in the cold air, which stung the tip of her cold nose. The murmur of the crowd, the shrill whine of a loudspeaker on standby. The sound of the other girls around her steadying their breath too.

Saturday, December 4, 2027 – Berlin





Their living room felt pleasantly warm, on the floor up above their shop. The glow of the room’s orange-yellow light added to an overall feeling of cosiness, while outside the windows, through the gauzy curtain, they could just glimpse one of the festive streetlights – white and gold bulbs patterned into a twinkling reindeer.

The train chuffed, fast but quiet, over the south-west England countryside. With her legs crossed under her skirt, and the remains of a simple sandwich lunch on the foldable table in front of her, Annikki Cottersbrook gazed out, comfortably idle, at the fields that seemed to hurry past outside. Her gaze lingered on a pretty, meandering stream emerging from a patch of woodland, children playing in the clear sunlit water near an old stone bridge, until that too was gone, left behind as the train s

When she regained the use of
her senses, she found that she was sitting with her panties-clad bottom on the shrink-pad, feeling a little disoriented. The world around her seemed blurred, a flurry of colours. She blinked, and shook her head.




“Are you all right?” Ali’s voice asked from somewhere far above. “You fell over.”

The other tables had now all been cleared away. Erika paced impatiently around the last remaining table, with thirty-two shrunken men and women all standing more or less neatly in position on its che
ssboard. A large screen hanging from the ceiling displayed a stylised representation of that board, so that spectators could more easily follow the final game of the day.




The twenty-nine people inside her were weighi

“Pawn b4 to b3,” Melodi said. The fairly tall, skinny white man with brown hair, dark chocolate on his bare chest, walked forward to stand confronting three of Vivee’s rearguard pawns – and the king they were shielding.




Vivee frowned a little, pensive. Melodi was making another deliberate sacrifice – but why? Did the defending champion simply suppose that Vivee’s stomach capacity was inferior

“Yes, I know I agreed to it. But you have to admit, it’s kind of a big…” Véronique Lablanche, with her elegantly styled blond hair and red jacket, was pacing one of the corridors beyond the competition room, holding her mobile phone to the side of her head. She paused as the male voice on the other end of the line interrupted her firmly. Her cameraman stood nearby, looking somewhat at a loose end; he had left his equipment in the room where the second round action

Grace was feeling –all things considered– rather proud of herself.




And very twitchy, shifting her hot bottom uncomfortably on her chair.




She had eaten, so far, nine of Nelly’s shrinkies, while Nelly had eaten up seven of hers. She had valiantly kept on capturing and eating the appetising, tiny people, even though every time she caught one caus

“Bishop to h3!” Jamelia said triumphantly. Penny, her black bishop on square e6, looked up and nodded, then walked her way dia
gonally down the board, towards where a dark-skinned, portly man with a bishop’s mitre and white chocolate on his chest were standing. Vivee, playing white, gave a brief grimace.




“An exchange, then,” she said mildly.

“Pawn to
d4,” Anisha said. And watched, rather pleased, as one of her little men took a couple of steps forward on the board. “Your move,” she went on, looking across at Elizabeth. The young Ghanaian woman, though, had her eyes closed and her head bowed, her hands joined in prayer, her pretty lips murmuring some inaudible whisper. “Oh, sorry,” Anisha said quickly. “I didn’t see you were praying.”

Standing at
the bedside mirror in her hotel room, Joy Lelosa slowly applied the gloss of her light red lipstick, pretending to pay no notice to the two men behind her as they talked. She was fairly petite, in her early twenties at most, her curly long African hair dyed brown, with a faintly bored look on her pretty face as she looked herself over critically in the mirror. She ran her tongue slowly over her upper incisors.

STORY 9



Franck wondered why they had not been up in the attic before. It was a treasure trove of antiquities. Nothing here seemed to have any great monetary value, but he could almost sense the misty weight of family history, of unspoken, dead memories hanging in the faintly dusty air. Through the attic window, the bright light of a glorious summer's day helped dispell some of the eeriness of the past, and reminded him that this was very much the present, the time of the living. The ambig

She did. A while later, Anisha sat back in her chair at the dinner table, in the cosy upstairs dining room, and folded her hands over her tummy with a soft little sigh of simple pleasure.




“Okay, Viv, I kind of hate to say it, but… that was delicious,” she admitted, and licked her lips. She had taken a big second helping after the first.




Vivee

A while later, she
picked up the last of her little people – a fairly short-statured, slender woman. This one would be easy to eat, one last easy mouthful of pleasure. She held her up, with her fingertips pressed gently but firmly round the shrinkie’s bare shoulders, and eyed her. The tiny woman gazed back at her with awestruck delight on her face, and Nelly was pleased to find that she was still feeling
appetite
as she looked at thi

Bright sunlight poured through the streets of the North African town, its luminosity enhancing the warm colours of the squarish buildings – creamy white, vivid yellow, pastel orange. The
fronds of palms trees swayed ever so lightly in a welcome breeze, under the hot blue sky. There were few people out and about, in what was evidently a wealthy area of town. Escaping the mid-afternoon sun, the privileged local residents were staying indoors, or perhaps some were out at plea