It was a pretty awkward dinner, as it had been for the past—what?—two months or so since Robert had to move out? Linda would’ve been stupid to say that things hadn’t been quite the same ever since. Firstly, they had to move out of the house. Not even Robert could afford to keep it on his cushy lawyer's salary, but Linda was even worse off. Logically, divorcing what was basically a glorified sugar daddy hadn’t exactly been the best move for a housewife like her, but she had to do it. Sh

Overwatch:
Tracer's Accidental Belly Trip
By Trinity/UltimaSlash
Tracer and
her team were just on the last legs of getting their payload to the
designated destination at Hollywood. “We're almost there,”
called out Tracer. “Just keep pushing!”
Up above
on a railing, Widowmaker scoped out the opposing team. She saw
Tracer zooming about and keeping others away from the payload.
Widowmaker struggled to get a steady shot. With Genji soon running
up near her, she took a shot at Tracer. S

Mike was awake in his bed, rubbing his slight belly and sighing. He was 16 and lived with his girlfriend,
who he had impregnated, and her family. The father had left a couple of months ago, leaving him the
only male in the household, and often able to wrangle up pregnant threesomes with Carmella, the mother,
and occassionally her other daughters would join in too.
He turned and rubbed Stacy, his girlfriend's, belly as he heard his own belly growl angrily.
 
Now, Mike had a secret. He w

Working as a manager on a big restaurant pays the bills, but it isn’t really what I would call a dream job, and working the night shifts is not something I usually look forwards to. Actually, I never look forward to it for the usual reasons: It’s often the most agitated time with a seemingly never-ending flow of costumers coming in and a lot of them aren’t nice. You got a lot of those so-called “Karens” coming to bother me for slightest mistake that one of the waiters may

“Good Evening, Sir. I will be your dinner for the night.

“Yes, really.

“You’re ill. Your body could do with some more energy to help you recover. You need to eat a nice, fat hen such as myself. Digesting me will help you put some weight on, kickstart your appetite, and give you the strength you need to get back to normal! Huh? No, sir, you don’t have the energy to fuck me. That’s why you need to eat me, see?

    
The day had just been ending. A quiet settling over the forested landscape as birds filled their nests and rabbits filled their burrows. The cold wind fluttering through orange and brown leaves had not been the only sound. There had also been the sound of a traveling group, three sets of feet crunching along the autumn leaf covered pathway. Three feminine figures making their way through the woods covered head to toe in leather armor’s and metal pla